New Protocols

“Open core process,” Allie says, as she finishes watching her show, and your head freezes halfway down her cock, “Continue sucking.” Your head continues to bob on her cock, worshipping your Mistress with your mouth.

“You do not have family. My family are above you, except Brad until further notice. Moan to confirm command,” Allie says, and you moan obediently, offering her a sensual vibration as you continue to suck, “You will address my parents as Sir and Miss. You will address my aunts, uncles, and cousins, as Sir or Miss, respectively. You are nothing but a faggot. Moan to confirm command.”

You moan again, continuing to bob your head on her massive cock, sucking hard as you learn how to service a cock through sheer experience. You hear the musical, heavenly sound of your Mistress sighing in pleasure.

“You have no friends. Only I have friends. My friends are also Sir or Miss to you. You are a subhuman faggot. All humans are above you,” your twin sister says, even if you have no recollection of that being who she is, now, “you exist to service human cock, to earn money for me, and pay for things for me with your body. You are useless and worthless unless you are serving to my benefit or pleasure. Moan to confirm command.”

You mindlessly moan once more, sucking worshipfully as your twin sister erases you from existence, reprogramming you as she pleases. She sounds happier than you have ever heard your Mistress sound, so you must have done something right, something good, something that imparts value on you and makes you worthy of her keeping you.

“From now on, the phrase close core process will return you to your active state, the same way as having my balls on your tongue. Moan to confirm command,” you moan once more on command, confirming that the new command has been processed into your brain, “Close core process.” Your eyes flutter and you continue to suck your Mistress, oblivious to that anything has happened, anything has changed.

Allie spreads her legs farther, stretching and relaxing with her arms on the back of the sofa, ignoring you as you continue to suck her cock. She yawns a little bit, above you, before putting a hand on your head, “I'm going to take a nap. My dick does not leave your mouth, fag.”

You moan in affirmation before she pulls her hand off your head. You look up as you suck her cock, seeing Allie's angelic face relaxing, her eyes closed as her breasts rise and fall slowly in her shirt. She's still almost fully dressed, except for having her prick out and in your mouth. You continue to bob your head on her cock, as you let your twin sister sleep while you continue to suck.

About an hour later, the sound of the back door of the house opening and closing wakes her up, and she jerks awake, looking down at you, then toward the kitchen. Allie smirks as someone walks in, though you can't see who it is.