Thump, Thump, Thump

 Thump, Thump, Thump

The triggers to turn my boyfriend into a pathetic pussy are buried nice and deep in his mind - just as the ones that turn me into a mean cuckolding slut run even deeper.

Neither of us are aware of them until they activate. Then I remember that his bully knows exactly what to do to make me his bitch and I start to love to see my useless boyfriend dominated.

I hate Jason until I hear his knock... the slow, deep, rhythmic pounding on the door.

Thump... thump... thump.

At first I'm confused. Who is that knocking? Why is my body responding? My heart begins to beat faster and I feel my pussy get wet. I begin to experience a sense of light-headed bliss and a growing desire to answer the door.

Thump... thump... thump.

I see the fear in my boyfriends eyes as his own reaction begins. He is becoming weaker, more subservient, more pathetic - even as I become a mean bitch.

I look at him and begin to feel a growing contempt. How pathetic. Why am I even with this loser? I feel my lips curve into a sneer even as he begins to sob and I toss my hair back and stretch my body. He doesn't deserve me - that's for sure. I'm a fucking Queen and he's just some loser.

My nipples are hard and my pussy throbs with desire as I hear the thump come again.

Thump... thump.... thump.

With each passing moment my heart grows colder, my body hornier. I love the feeling of becoming a bitch... of feeling Jason's programming transforming and twisting me. It's making me change from a nice well mannered educated girl into a total slut. A slut that gets off on teasing and humiliating her boyfriend.

Thump... thump... thump...

The pounding calls to me... calls to both of us. Jason... no... Master, is waiting. Waiting to take his Queen. He wants to mount me, to fuck my willing and eager body right in front of my boyfriend. I feel my legs part and the inevitable pull towards the door deepen.

"Tell me what I should do loser?" I laugh with a cruel sneer in my voice.

"O...open the door and let him in. I need... I need to see him fuck you."

I laugh at how pathetic he is now, how eager he is to watch.

With a swaying teasing walk I make my way to the door. I can feel my boyfriends gaze on my body and I love it. Soon he'll have to watch as Master has his way with me. I can't wait... I'm needy and dripping with desire as I begin to unbolt the door locks.

Thump... thump... thump.

Soon that will be Master thumping deep into my body, his cock ramming his programming deeper and deeper into my corrupted soul.

I am his bitch and I can't wait for him to fuck me.


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