I leaned back in my chair, watching my husband and son sit rigid on the sofa. Their eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide, locked onto the swinging pendulum of my watch. I’d spent weeks priming them, layering suggestion upon suggestion until their willpower was a shredded rag.
“Deep,” I purred, my voice a low, commanding vibration. “Deeper. Your minds are mine. Your bodies are just meat for my pleasure.”
I snapped my fingers. They both jerked, their spines straightening, faces blank. I walked over to my husband, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at me. “You’re not a man anymore, you pathetic piece of shit. You’re a tool. A toy. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he droned, his voice hollow.
I slid my hand down, gripping his cock through his trousers. He didn’t flinch; he just breathed heavily, his subconscious screaming for the release I refused to give. I turned to my son, who was trembling. “And you. You’re even worse. A little slut in training. You love being owned by me, don’t you?”
“Yes… I love it,” he whimpered.
I stepped between them, my legs brushing against their thighs. “The storytelling begins now. Every word I say becomes your reality. Every image I plant becomes your obsession. You will crave my touch like air, and you will hate yourselves for how much you love being my slaves.”
I pushed them both to the floor, forcing them to kneel. I didn’t want love; I wanted total, mindless submission. I looked down at their eager, vacant faces and smiled. The conditioning was perfect. Now, it was time to break them completely
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