Her understanding is limited

Mary stood precisely as instructed and knew it was exactly what he wanted for her. This was the first time he heard his mother's voice coming out of Mary's brainwashed mouth. He smiled, and internally amused that he was becoming a sicko. George agreed with her statements. "Yes, Mary, you do want to be used by any man. As it stands, I am the one using you. Go on. What else do you know?"

"Yes, Sir. Um, I know I can trust you. And that you have been training for years to take care of me!" She says it all matter of fact, and that's because it is. This is her truth. "I love you more than anybody or thing. I follow your commands and orders. I never break that law. Ever." Mary is eagerly maintaining eye contact with George. He has nothing to fear or worry about. This house and his mother's new life is like a giant sandbox. Nearly infinite possibilities, and in no way is he to be concerned about being found out or admonished. "I've been training to be your concubine, Master. I know that other women who serve you are above my position." She's not an entirely new being. Her understanding of language and words has carried over. "I submit for daily inspections and behavior modifications. I'm to be the best version of myself!" Mary finishes strong and proud. She must see these truths as self-evident. The words were all she needed.

George chuckles. There is more. More to change about this life in his hands. "It should come as no surprise that there is much you've forgotten, Mary." He needs to make it so there's no opportunity for any other person to have their way with her. "You have a learning disability. While you seemingly have a firm grasp and understanding of the English language, you can actually only comprehend when I'm speaking to you. That means, that if anyone you encounter tries to and does speak to you, they will sound like foreigners. On the phone, the television, the radio or in person. And that is alright, Mary. You serve me and it is only my words and thoughts that count. Isn't that correct? Agree without making a sound."

Mary vigorously nods with a big oblivious smile on her face. She absolutely loved him and his attention.

"I know you've met my mother before. You remember what she looks like." George knows he's about to see his mother naked and quite so. He does feel his cock stirring in his pants. Shifting, he again motions, "Take your clothing off for your daily inspection. Remain standing. Fold each item and place them to the side. Tell me what you think my mother looks like. You actually look a lot like her."

Mary is nonchalant. This is exactly what she should be doing and has no question about any directions from her Master. Bending one knee at a time and pulling her foot to the side, she starts with her socks. She folds them daintily and goes to the next. "I have met your mother, Master. She barely ever smiled. She was actually very pretty though."

"Yes, Mary. Go on. Describe her in every detail."