Jasmine's Melted Mind

There's nothing like waking up to a blowjob. Which was why I was in such a good mood when I woke up to three girls lapping at my dick. Wait. Three? Didn't I have-
Jasmine. I'd forgotten about her. Left her under a blanket with her feet behind her head, masturbating to the thought of serving me. She'd been like that all night. Which, I suppose, meant that she could probably wait a little longer. I laid back and enjoyed my symphony of blowjobs.

When I took the cover off Jasmine, the first thing I noticed was the smell. Jasmine had been orgasming all night, and all that cum smell had been tapped under the blanket with her. Whoops. "You can stop masturbating," I said. "And you can talk now."
Jasmine just said there, here feet still behind her head. She didn't say anything. "How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Submissive," Jasmine slurred.
"You aren't hungry or thirsty?"
"Submissive," Jasmine said again.
"Do you know who you are?" Leana asked.
"I am a ****."
"Do you know where you are?"
"No."
"What's seven plus fourteen?"
"I don't know."
"What's one plus one?"
"I don't know."
Leana had a barrage of questions, but the bottom line was the Jasmine's mind was gone. Was it permanent? I felt a little bad about that. And if I had another girl perform a sensory-deprived masturbation marathon, would it happen to them too? I played with Julia's feet and wondered.