Dinner is served

A few minutes later, Stepslave walked back in the living room with my dinner in hand “Beef stroganoff with asparagus, Master” she said as she handed me my plate. As I started eating, she just stood there, smiling blankly, awaiting orders. “Is there anything you’d like Fuckbunny to do to serve you while you eat, Master?”

“Yeah, why don’t you do some sexy dance? If you do a good job, I’ll even fuck you after dinner.”

“Of course, Master!” she squealed. “Fuckbunny loves to show off her slutty body for you!”, she added, unknowingly citing her own programming. She began sliding her hands around her body, cupping and shaking her bimbo titties before turning around and twerking her juicy as for me. She went through this routine for a couple minutes, so that by the time I was done eating, I was ready to start her last bit of programming.

“Good girl,” I admonished, “but you can stop now. I’m ready to use your pussy now.”

She jumped up and down for joy, “Fuckbunny is so happy to make your dick hard and offer you her sopping pussy.”

“I know, and I also think it’s time we finish programming you”

Unable to hide her dumb happiness, she squeezed, “Yay! Fuckbunny loves when you brainwash her stupid, bitch brain”

“That’s good to hear because now that I have everything that you owned, I’m going to erase Cheryl completely. After this session, you won’t remember a time before you were my slutty, bimbo fuckslave.”

“Thank you so much, Master, for teaching this cunt her rightful place”

“Down on all fours and face the TV!”, I barked as I took off my pants and slid behind her. I felt her entrance with the tip of my cock, and it was sopping wet. I had of course conditioned her to find the idea of me brainwashing her as the most arousing thing possible. I began to pump away into the woman who had tried to ruin my life, now reduced to an obedient, happy Fuckdoll. Her moans were interrupted as the pink spiral that began her enslavement once again filled her glassy eyes.