Lesson One. Know Your Place.

"Hmmm, it is an interesting proposal." I mutter as I stall for time, a look of **** hope brightens the junkies face only to be quashed seconds later as a shake my head dismissively. “No I’m afraid I’ll need something a little better than an old junkie carpet muncher, I mean, do you even know how to suck a dick?”

I can’t help but smile as tears start to well up again in the sexy cunt’s red, sore eyes. I can see the gears turning in her head as she tries to think of a way to entice me. Time to dangle the bait. “However......”

As her head lifts up and a anxious smile slowly sneaks out I reel her in. “If you were to provide me access to your students, then perhaps we could have a deal.” Hands wringing I can already see her mind made up, but still she looks for an out, not knowing that her addiction, and my control leaves ****. I offer her a final carrot “Perhaps I could even arrange for some of your lovely ladies to ‘broaden’ their sexual preferences concerning you while I’m at it.”

Whatever remained of the Coach, whatever spark of humanity she possessed was quickly squashed as the offer of a fix for her addiction, intersected with an offer for a hidden desire she had never actually allowed herself to ever entertain. The shy, hopefully smile suddenly turned wicked, as the dark stain of my corruption twisted what little goodness remained in her soul. I couldn’t help but feel my cock harden as an evil glint appeared in her eyes.

She knew nothing about my Signal, she didn’t even know that she herself was already brainwashed, but already her addiction to my cock and cum had pushed her mind to a state close to worship, were she believed anything was possible. “What would you have me do..... Master?”