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She felt bathroom relieved and let down her guard, “Thank you Paul. That means a lot to me.” He kissed her firmly and pulled her tight. The dildo still pumping in and out of her. She was good. This was good. Then Paul whispered in her ear, “Let me show you how much you mean to me.” He sat her down with the dildo still in, stood up and dropped his pants. His cock was thick and growing, “I have your reward.” He grabbed it and putting a hand behind Trish's head guided the two of them together. She was ready, her mouth open and drooling. Paul pushed it in, “There. You like that don't you? Do want some more?” he drove it deeply, “It's all yours.” After fucking her to sleep, he went to the kitchen and opening a small lock box, Big Tits took out a piece of paper. On the top of the paper it read: How to Train a Sex Slave. He took his pencil and checked off a couple items; Set a time schedule for rewarding, Establish reward and punishment, and Create addiction using fetish. Next to that one he wrote in, Pacifier/Cocksucking. In the next few days, Paul took her out and bought her some nice things. Objects with a purpose; Satin robe, Lacy matching bra and fat thong, Leather choker with studs, and a special Dildo/Vibrator. Trish was seduced again and fell right in to his patterning. Each morning at 6am he woke her up with her pacifier, his cock. Each night at 8pm she was ready in her thong and robe. The choker around her neck and the vibrator nearby if, as Paul said, she needs a little something to hold her over. That night he checked his list; Desensitize the subject to drastic changes. For the next week he methodically worked her to accept being tied up. First hands, then feet, then both, then tied to a chair and eventually leading her to bed on a leash. She wasn't completely accepting the idea. Paul knew it would happen with the right leverage. He checked his list for suggestions and found; Use hero modeling. Find someone they look up to and show them doing the thing you want the subject to do or accept. Trish was always reading magazines about movie stars. Beautiful people are a possibility. By the weekend Paul had an idea and in the morning he told Trish to expect a big surprise, soon. That night Trish fat brunette was waiting for Paul, but he hadn't arrived yet. Her urges were growing. She needed some satisfaction soon and grabbed the new dildo. She sucked on it until she and it was wet and slid it in under her lacy thong. Turning on the vibrator made the whole thing extend then contract over and over. She loved it. She thrashed in her agony for a moment longer, bathroom then exploded. I had done it again. The crowd watched with baited breath, seeing the American still just ahead of the record previously set by the South Korean. She looks down. I shrug, placing her on my back. There wasn’t much – a few empty energy drink cans, an empty bag of fast food, her camera (apparently she needed to take it EVERYWHERE), jumper cables and other car equipment… My soul grabbed a portion and drew it into the feyhound. I sank back onto the desk, trembling. James Rode, the merchant currently making the village Inn having an unexpected off season high time gave me his best I-am-not-interested stare. "He got past me sir. I asked her with a chuckle. “This is so hot,” my girlfriend moaned. His head and snout greedily following Katie's delicious pussy as Katie swiveled her hips around in response to his powerful tongue eating her. “Of course.” I load everything back into my car and drive back to the store; I load everything into a trolley and storm up to the front desk. Something that will fat brunette show off more of our bodies. Eat Mommy's cunt! It was my intention Big Tits to go that same way, but I guess that my mind was on other things and I missed the turning. Alistair asked. “Mmm…good boy!” his mother moaned, biting her bottom lip. “How many officers, do you think?” “12:44PM” it reads. When I arrived, she watched me with interest. Again I had to endure the wind blowing the skirt part of my dress up around my waist and one particularly embarrassing time, when my skirt rose nearly above my breasts, I wished that Tony had bought me tight fitting dresses. “And I would like another drink, please”. The pain sweetened it. As in where you fuckin' live! I couldn’t believe the amount of cum he was feeding me! I repeated my fat withdrawal and return to sucking, to receive yet another huge mouthful.