Mind bondage-4

“Adele, focus,” her voice whipped me back into the present. “The cunt between my legs does not belong to me. Because I am like you, I cannot safely be a slut by myself. In order to be happy, to be a slut, I serve Mr. Mendoza. This is his cunt,” she said, touching herself between her legs. “He decides who or what uses it, and when. I am free to be a complete and utter slut, because I don’t have to think. He controls this cunt, and this cunt controls me. That is your second choice, Adele. Join me in being a slut-slave.”

I blinked up at her. I had a flare of clarity and realized that I had been drugged, but the moment passed and I didn’t care anymore. The only thing that I wanted was to be fucked. Just as they had planned, there was only one choice for me.

“Okay,” I said, smiling up at her, the ache in me easing slightly at my decision.

“You have to say it, Adele. Tell me what you want to do,” Pamela crooned, lowering her face towards mine.

“I want to be a slut. I’ll do anything to be a slut,” I assured her.