Erin's mind

"We need to clean that brain of yours" Donna says, licking her lips. She's decided you've given her the power to take this afternoon to its most ****, but logical conclusion.

But Erin looks confused. "But... but I want my mind to stay dirty." She looks at you for input. You have nothing to say. You wouldn't interrupt Donna in this moment. Nor would you interrupt Erin. What's about to happen to her is very special.

Donna turns toward you and scoffs. "Cunt doesn't understand." But Donna doesn't remember that she didn't understand when you did this to her years ago. Donna doesn't remember much about what she was like before she became one of your fuck pigs.

She wasn't like this.

She kneels down to your girlfriend's level, grabs a handful of her wet, brown, sweaty hair and pulls. Then spits a thick wad right on Erin's face. Erin flinches. "We're not going to make your mind cleaner. We're going to wipe it clean. Understand?" Donna says. Erin still looks a bit confused. "You think because you have pierced tits, a 'slut' tattoo and answer to the name 'fuck pig' that makes you some sort of genuine submissive slut?" Donna asks. Erin's expression drops. She looks up at you again. She does think that. Sweet thing. You realize you've coddled her for far too long.

Of course, she was the one who wanted to meet all your other sluts. You feel good that you started her off here with Donna.

Donna spits on her again. "You're a girl pretending. And you know how I know that?' Erin shakes her head. Her confusion is starting to be replaced with curiosity. So Donna goes on "Because when I told you we were going to clean your mind, you questioned me. And you questioned me because you had a thought in your pretty little brain. Understand now?'

"I... I think so" Erin whispers.

"You think?" Donna starts to laugh, and Erin flinches away from her, anticipating some sort of punishment. But instead Donna wraps her arms around the mess of a girl. "It's okay sweetie. You never have to worry about saying the wrong thing again. We're going to wipe your mind clean. Then we're going to build it back up, teaching you the right things to say. Things like 'harder' and 'deeper' and 'more. more. more.' You're going to exist in a state of unending submission and perpetual orgasm. Does that sound good to you?"

Erin cracks a smile. She nods. "Yes"

"Good" Donna says, "Let's begin"