I’m coming.We both then went to my parents’ room and then knocked on the door.Me: Mom, she’s here.Mom then opened the door, and I started leavin... for my room.As I was going upstairs, I heard mom asking her to stay for the 2 days and cook food for me. She quickly agreed.Upon hearing this, for some reason, my heart started pumping faster and faster. I kinda got excited for some reason.By afternoon, my parents packed their bags and left for the funeral. We both waved them goodbye as they drove out. Is that understood?”“Yes Mistress,” Angel muffled.“Good now come here.” Angel then did as she was told and stood in front of her Mistress. “ now you see that leather seat over there,” Mistress said pointing to what looked like a leather horse back or something that stood up on stilts. “I want you to go over there and lay on you stomach long ways on it. Is that understood?”With hesitation, Angel said, “Yes Mistress,” and made her way to the seat. As she laid down, she could feel the cold leather. . Teasing them, programming them, wiping their minds clean, and programming them again. Over and over, until the false, implanted memories began to merge with the real ones, and a new personality emerged -- docile, obedient, quiet. Dominica's quiet, empty-minded, hypnotized slaves. Cocks always so hard. Pussies always so wet and dripping.Now the resistance was gone. Now there was only lust. And obedience. And a continual need to serve Dominica. One by one, each of the newly-programmed slaves. As his lips licked at my slit, I moaned, started thrashing my head about, and slid my butt down to the edge of the cushion to give him the best access. I didn't give any thought to how wet I was, or if he minded the sticky fluid. He didn't give any indications of minding it as he went ahead enthusiastically licking all around my snatch, driving me wild."Put a finger in my hole," I pleaded, and he did. He pushed a finger in deeply, and I moaned loudly. Finally, someone in my pussy. Maybe it.