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Mind Control
Ludella has had the unfortunate reality of brainwashing herself not just once, but TWICE now. The last time was supposed to be her revenge for the first time, after POV turned her into his brainwashed slave and plaything when she accidentally put herself into a programmable trance. But the revenge did not work out well for her and now she has even more to get revenge for.
This time she has a Bimbo Ray she plans to use on her arch nemesis so that he can have a taste of what it feels like to be a bimbo slave. Unfortunately for her, he suspected her plans and has modified her device to backfire… on HER. When she attempts to test it, she unknowingly puts herself into a programmable, entranced state and POV has come prepared with her orders.
After some zombie walking and mantas, he makes her strip out of her nerdy corporate garb. She’s wearing lingerie and stockings underneath, so he makes her wiggle and play with her tits. Then snaps her out of the trance so she knows exactly what’s going on. She’s absolutely mortified to find that she’s done it again. “It’s like Groundhog Day, but with brainwashing!” She moans despairingly. She tries to figure out how it happened while she’s being made to strip off her bra and play with her big tits. Her body obeys despite her dismay.
Soon she’s snapped back into a trance and made to stick out her tongue, moaning, and making ahegao faces while she kneels in a slave’s position, gyrating up and down sensually for her Master as she lets down her hair. She crawls around, showing off her curves, before being made to strip off her panties and stockings, giving Master views of her kitty.
He snaps her out of the trance so she knows who is in control of her. She’s humiliated to find her panties missing and to be ordered to strip off her garterbelt, leaving her naked body fully exposed. She’s made to get on all fours and wait for Master to come fuck her. She struggles to move, but she can’t. She’s stuck in place, her body obedient to her Master’s commands. “This can’t be my life! I’m an academic! Not a bimbo fuck toy!” She whines.
She’s snapped back into a trance, repeating mantras that “this is her life” and her body exists for Master. Drool drips from her tongue as she awaits her Master. He unzips his pants and thrusts into her (implied) while she sticks out her tongue and moans. Maybe this time she’ll learn her lesson?
This time she has a Bimbo Ray she plans to use on her arch nemesis so that he can have a taste of what it feels like to be a bimbo slave. Unfortunately for her, he suspected her plans and has modified her device to backfire… on HER. When she attempts to test it, she unknowingly puts herself into a programmable, entranced state and POV has come prepared with her orders.
After some zombie walking and mantas, he makes her strip out of her nerdy corporate garb. She’s wearing lingerie and stockings underneath, so he makes her wiggle and play with her tits. Then snaps her out of the trance so she knows exactly what’s going on. She’s absolutely mortified to find that she’s done it again. “It’s like Groundhog Day, but with brainwashing!” She moans despairingly. She tries to figure out how it happened while she’s being made to strip off her bra and play with her big tits. Her body obeys despite her dismay.
Soon she’s snapped back into a trance and made to stick out her tongue, moaning, and making ahegao faces while she kneels in a slave’s position, gyrating up and down sensually for her Master as she lets down her hair. She crawls around, showing off her curves, before being made to strip off her panties and stockings, giving Master views of her kitty.
He snaps her out of the trance so she knows who is in control of her. She’s humiliated to find her panties missing and to be ordered to strip off her garterbelt, leaving her naked body fully exposed. She’s made to get on all fours and wait for Master to come fuck her. She struggles to move, but she can’t. She’s stuck in place, her body obedient to her Master’s commands. “This can’t be my life! I’m an academic! Not a bimbo fuck toy!” She whines.
She’s snapped back into a trance, repeating mantras that “this is her life” and her body exists for Master. Drool drips from her tongue as she awaits her Master. He unzips his pants and thrusts into her (implied) while she sticks out her tongue and moans. Maybe this time she’ll learn her lesson?