Job Training

Liz can't remember the last time she felt so relaxed. She's drifting, caught in the steady flow of the man's voice

He sounds calm and strong. Authoritative. He's taken control of her, and she has no idea when it happened. That's all right, though. Liz is glad he's in control. Because if he's in control, then Liz doesn't really have a choice in what comes next. If he's in control, then Liz's subconscious mind has already submitted to him, and that means the rest of her is just along for the ride at this point.

There is a kind of freedom in that.

Suddenly the man's voice changes. Or had it changed before and Liz simply didn't notice. No matter. It's still different. He's no longer talking about her going down, or deeper, he's talking about sex. How good it feels when there's a cock inside of her. It doesn't matter which hole it's going in. Her mouth. Her pussy. Her ass.

And Liz wants to object. Anal sex is not something she... She's never wanted...

He keeps talking.

Well, maybe it wouldn't be that bad, Liz thinks. The things he's saying. The way he's describing it. And if it'll feel as good as he says it will, then maybe...

And Liz has always secretly thought about it. Or has she? No, no she has. Taking a cock up her ass. And toys. She really should buy some toys. Thick, wide plugs that she can keep in her ass so she can be nice, and stretched, and ready for a good butt fucking.

And lube. She's going to need a lot of lube.

And she should get another toy. A dildo. A long and thick dildo that she can practice deep throating on. It sounds scary, but he knows she can do it if she puts her mind to it. And how great would that be? To be able to take a man not just into her mouth, but deep into her throat as well. At least she wouldn't have to worry about spitting or swallowing at that point.

Liz hates the taste of cum.

Or... wait... maybe she doesn't. He says that she likes when men cum in her mouth. She guesses that it does have a certain appeal. A load of hot, salty, bitter come shooting onto her tongue.

She'll have to suck somebody off soon and see if he's right.

Maybe she'll suck him. Even though he's not really her type.

Except... Does she really have a type? According to him, Liz is... well, Liz is kind of a slut.

No, Liz is a complete slut. She loves to have sex. With anyone. Anywhere.

Anywhere except public places.

Then again, having sex in public would be so thrilling. And if she were caught that would be so humiliating.

But that's okay. Because Liz likes to feel humiliated. She likes to feel used. She likes to feel like a dirty, dirty whore.

Because that's what she is.

That's why she's here.

Her new madam told her to come here. To let his man hypnotize her. To let him bring out all the desires Liz had hidden deep inside.

And that's what he's doing. He's bringing her true self into the light.

And her true self loves to take cock. Any way she can get it. As many times as she can get it.

And if you can find a job where you get paid for doing what you love, well, that just means that Liz is pretty darn lucky, all things considered.

The man's voice changes again. Now he's talking about how Liz needs to wake up. He counts to five, and when he's done, Liz's eyes open.

"Well, Elizabeth," he says, "how do you feel?"

"I feel..." Liz licks her lips and eyes the bulge in the man's pants. "I feel like I'd like to suck you off."

The man smiles and his fingers move to pull down his zipper. "Good girl."