More Reprogramming

Soon, Allie returns to standing in front of you, and you can feel her looking down at you. “Rub it in. Clean your face up by rubbing it into your skin, fag.”

Your hands obey immediately, rising to your face. Your cheeks warm with humiliation, but you quickly rub the cum into your skin until you can safely open your eyes without getting jizz in them. Your eyes immediately focus on her pendant, swaying in between her hard prick and your face, again. “Listen to my voice. Hear my voice and focus on the sound. Relax. Surrender your mind to me. You are mine to use and control. You will fall into a trance as you kneel before me, your mind and your mouth open to my commands.”

You slump helplessly in place, kneeling before your twin sister. Your eyes glaze over as Allie asserts her will over you. “Follow my words and respond to them. You are no longer a person. You are a faggot bitch that exists to be used.”

“I am no longer a person. I am a faggot bitch that exists to be used,” you answer obediently, whether you want to or not. You can feel your mind breaking down under the ****, reshaping as she pleases it.

“You are not my twin brother anymore. You are my property. I own you and I am entitled to use you how I please, when I please, where I please,” Allie implants the command in your brain.

“I am not your twin brother anymore. I am your property. You own me and You are entitled to use me how You please, when You please, where You please,” you reply, your mind and will crumbling.

“From now on, the command open core process when spoken by me will cause you to fall to your knees and open your mouth, immediately entering this trance state, ready to receive new code and new protocols,” your twin says, using programming jargon to describe what she's going to do to you, “Confirm command.”

“Command confirmed,” your mouth and voice conspire to compliance.

“From now on, you will have no clue what my name is. You no longer know the name Allie. You know me only as Mistress. As far as you will remember, this is simply how it has always been,” Allie commands, your mind dissolving under her authority, “Confirm command.”

“Yes, Mistress. Command confirmed,” you reply, your mind broken and gone. Your lips spread around her cock as she steps close, sliding her prick into your mouth. You don't gag as she slides down your throat, grabbing your head in both hands, you don't even blink until she bucks her hips, hard enough to **** her nuts in your mouth, stretching your throat around her entire cock.

You blink rapidly, now, and immediately start sucking her nuts and swallowing on her prick. She slides her hips back, pulling her balls from your mouth, and then her massive prick, until it stands glistening in front of you. You immediately lean forward to try to take it back in your mouth, until she taps your nose forcefully.

“Not yet, bitch. Do you miss Allie?” she asks you. You try to remember who Allie is, but there's simply nothing.

“Uh ... Allie? Who's Allie, Mistress?” you ask, your mind broken. The woman before you is your Owner. The name Allie is one you have no enduring memory of. Your twin sister simply smirks at you, but you no longer remember her as that. She's simply your Mistress.

“I'll take that as a no, then,” she says simply as she turns and walks to the couch and drops down, picking up the remote and spreading her legs. She looks at you and points at her dick.

“It ain't gonna suck itself, faggot. Get the fuck over here,” she orders. You scurry over on your hands and knees as she turns the television onto the channel she likes, wrapping your mouth around her prick and beginning to suck her dick again. Velvet-soft lips worship her rod, bobbing your head in long, slow strokes, hearing her sighing in pleasure as she watches television as if you don't exist.