Brainwashed 2: A Lesson in Domination
-- by lightswitch © September 2010

[F/F, reluctant/forced, catfight, white female, black female,
Hispanic female, interracial, psychological manipulation,
enslavement]

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Synopsis: A pretty Hispanic “top” goes to her mentor for help
with a surly white slave girl, only to find the lesson more
extensive than expected.
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Ana-Maria tried to glare at the bitchy blonde walking ahead of
her, but found her eyes dropping to the lanky white girl’s skinny
ass, swaying enticingly in a pair of Daisy-Duke cut-off jeans. A
brightly flowered blouse, tied at the blonde’s bared midriff,
showed off her slender waist and took attention away from her
tiny bustline. Aware that her surly slave girl was purposefully
ignoring her, the irate Latina let loose with a string of Spanish
invectives and for the hundredth time since they’d left her
apartment, wondered how she had let herself get into such a
frustrating situation.

Over a year and a half ago, she’d encountered this scrawny blonde
bitch, Missy, and her big-titted brunette friend down in the
laundry room of the apartment complex. Missy had shrilly accused
Ana-Maria of stealing panties from her clothes basket a few days
before. The fact that Ana-Maria had done just that had made the
accusation even more galling. One thing had led to another and
before long, the two got into an epic catfight right on the
concrete floor, much to the delight of the bored women waiting on
their clothes.

The fight had been decidedly one-sided and Ana-Maria’s natural
dominance had made for an easy victory. Adding a sweet finish to
the fight: Not only had Ana-Maria easily beaten the tiny-titted
blonde, she’d also topped her – ending the fight conclusively by
sitting on the bitch’s smug face. To her surprise, the little
white slut had immediately begun to submissively eat her
conqueror’s furry taco, right there in front of everyone!

When Ana-Maria had finally shifted her attention from her
well-lapped pussy to her surroundings, she had ashamedly realized
that everyone in the assembled crowd seemed to know that the
white girl had her tongue up her twat. She’d reluctantly
dismounted her conquest and headed back to her apartment, her
vanquished prize in tow. There, she’d face-fucked the little
tramp repeatedly and made her do all sorts of terrible, *nasty*,
things before donning a strap-on and giving the little slut the
dominant fucking-over she obviously craved.

The lovely Latina had kept the white girl as a sex slave from
that time on. Ana-Maria also learned that her friend and mentor,
Dr Erica Jung, had seduced and topped Missy’s big-titted brunette
friend, eventually enslaving her. The two women made their
respective slaves move in and then spent the next year or so
forcing the white girls to attend to the darker women’s
degenerate desires. Or, at least, that was how it went with Dr
Jung and the brunette.

For Ana-Maria, things didn’t quite follow that route. For almost
a year, the dominant Latina topped the girlish blonde in whatever
way she wanted, when she wanted, and used the eager bottom in the
most perverse, exciting ways she could think of. But the
situation had slowly devolved, over time. After a year in
captivity, Missy had become a royal pain in the ass. The white
girl began bitching constantly, and whined about everything – the
food, her clothes, the cable package -- it was driving Ana-Maria
loco!

They arrived at apartment 3-C.

“Good,” Missy sniped, “we’re finally here. At least the black
bitch knows how to mix a decent margarita! You sure you’re really
Mexican?”

Ana-Maria’s eyes narrowed and she clenched her fists, trying to
restrain her fiery temper. She wanted nothing more at that moment
than to just punch the arrogant blonde in the face and beat the
living hell out of her. With an effort, she remained calm and
knocked on the door.

“Come!” came casual command from inside.

The two women entered the apartment and stopped short.

There, reclining in an overstuffed leather chair, was Dr Erica
Jung. The beautiful black woman was completely nude except for a
pair of black heels with exaggerated spikes. Her long, toned legs
were spread wide and kneeling between those gorgeous legs was a
young, full-bodied brunette, her white face buried deep in her
mistress’ well-trimmed crotch. Even from the doorway, Ana-Maria
could here the sounds of enthusiastic tongue-work.

The Hispanic woman sighed in admiration. To her, Erica Jung was
incredible! She found the black woman intellectually brilliant,
physically beautiful, and possessing a dominant, confident air
that seemed to enable her to top any desired person just by
talking with them! That’s how she had obtained the young white
girl who was, even now, servicing her. Although the young Mexican
and the older black woman had become close friends, to the
awe-struck Hispanic beauty, this paragon of a woman would always
be “Doctor Jung.”

The two had soon discovered they were both dominant lesbians.
They had bonded over this commonality and occasionally hunted
together, even enjoying their conquests in front of each other.
Ana-Maria had learned a lot in those sessions and had improved
her own dominance effectiveness by an order of magnitude. They
found they shared a proclivity for topping white girls and
chatted frequently about what made a good “dominant.”

“Why con’t HUE be like dot?!?” Ana-Maria snorted angrily,
pointing at the docile brunette as she turned her head just
enough to glare at her slave. The bored blonde flipped her off.

“Fuck you, Wetback,” Missy yawned, strolling into Dr Jung’s
apartment and heading towards the bar.

Ana-Maria’s face burned with shame at being insulted by her sex
slave in front of her mentor. Dr Jung raised a quizzical brow.
Unable to meet her friend’s questioning gaze, the lovely Latina
walked to the bar and poured a liberal splash of rum over a
tumbler of ice before filling the small remaining space with diet
cola.

“Ana-Maria!” Dr Jung chided gently, grabbing the brunette’s head
and pushing her pale face deeper into her crotch, “do you really
want to waste rum by polluting it with swill like *Diet* Pepsi?
The only way to do that drink justice is to use regular Coke and
a twist of lime. Believe me, it’s worth the few extra calories!”

The sultry Mexican’s cheeks reddened at the mild chiding.
Sullenly, she went to sit in a chair near Missy, who had laid
claim to an entire pitcher of margaritas that had been setting at
the bar. The skinny blonde stuck a straw in the pitcher, not even
bothering with a glass, and began to slurp noisily.

Dr Jung’s lip curled in disapproval.

“Hi know, hi know,” Ana-Maria blurted out. “But whot con Hi do?
Hi chust con’t control her. Chee’s a tar-eeble slafe.”

Dr Jung gave her protégé a smile. “It isn’t the slave who is
lacking,” she gently told her friend, as she lapsed into lecture
mode, “it is the skills of the dominatrix that need to be exerted
and honed.”

The implied reprimand stung Ana-Maria.

“Chee’s hopeless!” the lovely Latina asserted. “*Nobody* cood
make dees beetch behave.”

Dr Jung laughed. “Missy is white,” she said, “all white girls
have a submissive streak when it comes to dominant women of
color. It’s just a matter of finding which approach to
effectively apply.”

The sultry Hispanic woman scowled/pouted. “Not dees beetch,” she
complained. “Hi don’ care how dominant a woman ees, she coodn’
make dees beetch learn her place no madder whot chee deed!”

The black woman smiled and gave her a calculating look.

“Care to wager on that?” she asked.

The beautiful Mexican girl snorted derisively. “If hue con tame
dees beetch, hi’ll get down on my hands and knees, kees your
feet, an’ hail hue as *my* mistress!”

“Done!” Dr Jung said, gently pushing the disappointed brunette
away with her foot. “I’ll even throw in a lesson or two on
domination.” Ana-Maria regarded her friend with confusion.

“What …?” she began. “Hue serious? But I was chust …”

But Dr Jung was already across the room and standing near the
oblivious blonde, as the white girl sucked down margarita.

“I’ve been watching you two on and off over the past year or so,”
Dr Jung told her friend, “and I couldn’t help but make some
observations.” Ana-Maria was shocked when the beautiful black
woman grabbed Missy by a fistful of blonde hair and pulled her
out of the chair and into a standing position.

“Hey!” the white girl screamed, losing hold of her pitcher, which
fell and broke into crystalline shards on the hardwood floor.
“What the fuck?!?”

“Every submissive, or potential submissive, is different,” Dr
Jung continued, casually backhanding the surprised white girl
across the face. “Each responds in different ways to domination
and each comes to crave different forms of subjugation.” She
continued smacking the struggling blonde, forehand and back,
rocking Missy’s head to the left or right with each blow.

“The craving for domination can take many forms,” Dr Jung
explained, grabbing the white girl’s head with both hands and
driving her knee into Missy’s soft, vulnerable belly. “Some subs
are content to sexually service their mistresses, such as my
Molly there. Some crave bondage. Some crave humiliation. And some
…” The black woman calmly punched Missy in the jaw so hard that
the stunned white girl’s eyes crossed and her body twisted as she
spun on her heels. “… crave physical pain or punishment.”

Ana-Maria watched in amazement and growing arousal as Dr Jung
stood straddling the dazed blonde sitting on the floor. The black
dominant grabbed the front of Missy’s blouse in one hand and
began systematically punching the stunned white girl in the face
with the other. The lovely Latina could feel herself lubricate as
she watched her friend beating her bitchy blonde slave.

“Take the case of Missy here,” Dr Jung lectured, continuing to
beat the screaming, struggling blonde. “Missy started out docile
because you had topped her so well and so thoroughly, down in the
laundry room. However, in time, she began acting up. I suggest
that she was either testing her limits or trying to entice you to
provide the stimulus she craved.”

The black woman released the white girl and gave her a savage
kick to the ribs, “… in this case, physical punishment,” she
continued. The black dominatrix stepped over the sobbing white
girl and pulled her up to her feet, again using the blonde’s hair
as a convenient handle. Missy howled in pain.

“Missy is a pain-slut,” Dr Jung diagnosed. “She needs
humiliation, domination, physical abuse, and actual physical pain
in order to become aroused. When you didn’t provide the physical
punishment and behavior control she craved, she lost her
perception of you as ‘dominant’ and began trying to
passive-aggressively control *you*.”

Ana-Maria blinked in surprise. Was that what had been happening?
It all seemed to make sense. Yet again, she marveled at Dr Jung’s
sharp mind and seemingly limitless knowledge of dominance and the
human psyche.

Towering over the sniveling white girl, Dr Jung pinned her with
one foot, jabbing her extremely long spiked heels into the white
girl’s tender flesh. The black woman exuded power and confidence,
despite being absolutely nude in front of two fully clothed
women.

“Strip!” the beautiful black woman ordered the teary-eyed blonde,
unexpectedly removing her foot that had been pinning the white
girl. Without protest, Missy quickly did as she was told.

“You, too!” Dr Jung directed, looking at Ana-Maria. The beautiful
Mexican was surprised and puzzled, but reflexively did as her
mentor instructed. The black dominatrix dragged the white girl
over and forced her onto her knees, facing between the Hispanic
dominatrix’s legs.

“Thank your Mistress for the opportunity to service her!” Dr Jung
barked, punching the blonde in the side of her head. The white
girl gulped loudly and mumbled something.

“Louder!” the black woman shouted, smacking the blonde again.

“Thank you for letting me service you,” Missy sobbed. Grabbing
the back of the blonde’s head, Dr Jung forced the white girl’s
face hard into Ana-Maria’s crotch. The sultry Mexican girl slid
down in her seat to allow the battered blonde better access to
her cunny.

“Ah jess!” Ana-Maria sighed, reveling in the feel of the arrogant
white girl’s tongue lapping her moist slit. “Dees ees more like
eet!” How long had it been since she’d gotten her slave to go
down on her? Three months? Four?

She lay back and let the beaten blonde lick her to a satisfying
climax.

Sighing contentedly, Ana-Maria opened her eyes to see her friend
standing in front of her, looking at her expectantly.

“So,” Dr Jung smiled. “Seems this troublemaker wasn’t beyond
dominating after all. Do you see how to keep your troublesome
slave in line, now? Ana-Maria nodded, smiling in contentment.

“Jess, Dr Hee-yeoong,” Ana-Maria grinned. “Jew are dee most
skeeled top hi have ever known!”

“The black woman smiled and made a gesture at the floor.

“Excellent!” she said. “Then it’s time to pay up.”

Ana-Maria sat languidly for a while until it seeped through her
orgasm-fogged brain that the statement had been directed at her.

“Whot?” she asked, trying to concentrate. “Pay up whot?” Dr Jung
smiled patiently.

“Our wager,” she said.

Wager? Ana-Maria wracked her brain. A bet? There hadn’t been any
bet. Well sure, she had said that she’d …

The lovely Latina sat up, horrified.

“Jew con’ mean … !?!” she stammered. The beautiful black woman
smiled.

“Oh, but I do,” she said, kicking off one spiked high heel and
pushing forward a bare foot. Ana-Maria shook her head.

“Oh come ON, Dr Hee-yeeoong!” she exclaimed. “Dot was chust said
een fun! Jew don’ espect me to actually … !” Dr Jung shrugged.

“A bet’s a bet,” she said. “Now, if you decide you don’t want to
honor it, that’s up to you, but …”

The word “honor” stung the proud Hispanic woman’s pride. Was her
friend implying that Ana-Maria lacked honor?

“Eet was chust someteeng one sass,” the sultry Mexican whined.
“Eet’s not someteeng anyone actually means!”

“Fine,” Dr Jung said, her expression clearly signifying
disappointment in her friend. “If you won’t honor your bet, I
won’t force you.”

The lovely Latina bristled at the innuendo.

“OK, OK!” she said, swallowing her pride and pushing her slave
away. She slid to her knees on the floor. “Jew win. Jew deed
breeng her onder control and jew deed chow me how eet was done,
so hi guess hi owe you.”

The professorial black woman didn’t raise her foot, so Ana-Maria
was forced to bend low. Dr Jung was always scrupulously clean and
her foot smelled only of soap, but Ana-Maria still felt her
cheeks burn with shame at demeaning herself so.

She pressed her full, red lips against the black woman’s toe
cleavage.

Dr Jung smiled. “That’s one,” she said.

The lovely Latina looked crestfallen. “Jew wan’ me to kees *both*
feet?!?” she complained.

The black woman nodded. “You did say ‘feet,’ not ‘foot,’” she
pointed out. “This will teach you not to make outlandish
assertions exaggerating the difficulty of a task.”

Sighing, the beautiful Mexican bent down and kissed the black
woman’s other foot. She felt a foot press her head down, trapping
her.

“You call that a kiss?” Dr Jung complained. “Come on, let’s feel
a little passion down there!”

Cheeks burning, Ana-Maria gave her mentor’s foot an open-mouthed
kiss, swabbing the black woman’s toes with her tongue. She felt
foolish: Nude, head down, ass in the air, worshipping another
woman’s feet. A laugh from her slave made her cheeks redden even
more.

In a flash, the irate black woman was on the giggling blonde.

“You think that’s funny, slut?!?” Dr Jung shouted, her face less
than an inch from Missy’s suddenly pale face. “You think it’s
funny seeing your mistress in a submissive pose? You aren’t HALF
the woman she is; you’ve been thoroughly topped and enslaved, you
rug-munching excuse for a bottom! What the *fuck* do *you* think
is funny?” Missy closed her watering eyes submissively.

The black woman hauled the nude white girl to her feet and spun
her around to face Ana-Maria.

“It appears your slut has volunteered to demonstrate a
graduate-level course in domination,” she spat, snaking an arm
around the unsuspecting white girl’s throat and tightening her
grip. “Pay attention, Ana-Maria … I don’t give this lecture
often.”

The black woman had the frightened blonde in a tight choke hold.

“There are few maneuvers as primally dominant as controlling
someone’s breath,” Dr Jung lectured as Missy, unable to speak,
darted her eyes fearfully back and forth. “However, it is vitally
important to use the correct placement. Note how her windpipe is
nestled firmly in the crook of my elbow. Direct pressure on a
person’s windpipe can cause permanent damage, or even death. That
defeats the purpose of the domination. The real target should be
the carotid arteries, located on either side of the windpipe.”
She placed a hand on the back of the blonde’s head as a brace and
squeezed harder. Missy’s blue eyes bugged out and her arms
flailed wildly.

“While it is true the victim can’t breathe,” Dr Jung continued,
slowly squeezing harder, “the real purpose is to put pressure on
the arteries to slow blood flow to the brain.” Missy’s struggles
were visibly weakening.

“Few acts are as dominantly erotic, I find,” the black woman
said, smiling lasciviously, “as knocking a person unconscious.
Controlling their consciousness is an extremely dominant act and
impresses on their subconscious, as well as to all onlookers,
your superiority.” Missy’s blue eyes rolled up and her eyelids
began to close. She finally slumped in the bigger woman’s arms,
apparently lifeless.

“It is a fantastic, empowering feeling,” Dr Jung sighed,
obviously turned on by the act, “establishing your complete
control and dominance over another person like this. You
literally hold their very lives in your arms. Maintain the hold
too long and your dominance becomes the ultimate dominance.” She
released her hold, letting the unconscious blonde fall heavily to
the floor.

“But the chokehold and sleeperhold are only two options,” she
continued, leaning down to slap the white girl back to
consciousness before hauling her again to her feet. Again, she
spun the blonde around to face Ana-Maria. Pinning Missy’s arms
between their bodies, Dr Jung wrapped one strong, dark hand over
the groggy white girl’s lower face.

“Another popular option is Hand-Over-Mouth smothering,” Dr Jung
continued, “often referred to by its acronym: H.O.M.” Missy’s
eyes shot open as she became aware of her new predicament. “The
act of using one’s hand to deprive another person of air can be
very erotic,” Dr Jung continued, maintaining her firm grip on the
desperately struggling blonde. Slowly, the white girl’s frantic
attempts at escape slowed until her knees finally gave out. The
black woman allowed her victim to slump to the floor, bending her
own knees and guiding the blonde’s fall.

“And again,” she continued her lecture, “the erotic denouement is
when you finally deprive your victim of consciousness, one of the
most dominant actions you can exert over another.” She began
slapping the prone white girl awake again. “Of course, there are
myriad variations, each with differing levels as to the *type* of
domination and psychological effect you wish to establish.”

Lying next to the prone white girl, Dr Jung laid across her body,
pinning her to the floor. Then she lowered her armpit over the
dazed girl’s pale face.

“For example,” she lectured, “smothering your victim with an
armpit brings a whole new level of humiliation and subjugation to
the game, since the armpit is traditionally perceived as one of
the body’s ‘dirty’ areas. Pressing such a dirty area over the
victim’s face establishes an equivalency that subtly puts your
“dirty area” on par with the seat of their very identity – their
face.”

Missy was struggling furiously, her face completely buried in the
black woman’s armpit.

“Now unfortunately, I practice good hygiene,” Dr Jung laughed. “I
say ‘unfortunately’ because utilizing other senses, such as taste
and smell, with the in-use senses such as touch and pressure, can
add a whole additional dimension of humiliation and psychological
subjugation to the effort. A hot, sweaty, stinking armpit in the
face can be overwhelming humiliating, in addition to the physical
smother.”

“Also note,” Dr Jung explained, “ that robbing her of her primary
senses – vision and hearing – renders her vulnerable and
susceptible to influence. If you can’t cut off her hearing,
overwhelm it with trash talk, which many marks will begin to
accept and assimilate as true.”

The black woman casually punched Missy in her exposed gut with
her non-smothering arm.

“Isn’t that right, you cunt-licking piece of white trash?!?” she
shouted. She smiled at Ana-Maria. “Unfortunately, your girl *is*
close to white trash. Such tactics are even more effective with
victims who were raised to look down on vulgarity and base
behavior.”

It was all the lovely Latina could do not to drop her hands to
her own fevered snatch and furiously jill off as she watched this
hot scene play out. Yet again, Missy’s struggles grew weak, until
she finally went limp, her feet twitching spasmodically.

The black woman raised her armpit off her victim’s damp face and
again slapped her awake.

“Please,” the defeated blonde begged, her words slurring, “no
more! Dr Jung ignored her.

“Now the ultimate humiliation in smothering is with the area of
the body equated as being ‘the dirtiest,’” Dr Jung continued,
squatting over the dazed blonde’s face, “the derričre.” The
professor’s words sunk through the dazed white girl’s fogged mind
and her eyes widened in alarm. But she was too slow; the dominant
black woman forced the white girl on her back and placed her
curvaceous dark ass over the blonde’s pale face.

The effect was immediate: Missy thrashed her arms and legs
wildly, desperately trying to free herself. Dr Jung calmly
grabbed the white girl’s flailing arms and pinned them at her
sides.

“Nothing beats the ass smother as *the* ultimate form of
humiliation,” Dr Jung explained, smiling as she watched the white
girl’s struggles already weakening. “It is the ultimate
expression for demonstrating your complete superiority over your
worthless victim.” The black woman slipped her feet under the
nerveless blonde’s head, wedging the white girl’s face firmly up
her dark ass crack. Missy had gone almost completely still under
the dark dominatrix dominant ass-smother.

Dr Jung slowly raised her backside a fraction of an inch off
Missy’s abused face.

“My personal guideline is that if they acknowledge your
superiority,” she smiled, “there’s no need to push the lesson to
its conclusion.” Ana-Maria could hear the subdued white girl
slavishly tonguing her dominator’s asshole. The pretty Mexican
could no longer stand the arousal and began slowly fingering her
moist slit.

Dr Jung allowed Missy to demean herself for several minutes
before standing and hauling the weakened blonde to her feet.

“Now, the use of scissor holds can be another effective pressure
technique,” Dr Jung lectured, “usually applied to your victim’s
midsection, neck, or head. However, I want to skip ahead and get
to the more ‘sexual’ techniques.” She spun the fearful white girl
around to face her.

“When you wish to demonstrate your superiority as a *woman*,” the
beautiful black woman continued, “or when you want to assert
*sexual* dominance over a target, it can be effective to use your
secondary sex characteristics as a weapon of dominance.”

The professor grabbed the blonde by the head and plunged the
white girl’s face between her full, dark breasts.

“The colloquially named ‘tit smother’ is an effective method of
demonstrating dominance of a sexual nature,” the black woman
lectured, “as you are using traditional symbols of womanhood as a
means of besting your opponent.” Missy wrapped her pale arms
around the dominant black woman and stolidly allowed herself to
be smothered until her knees gave out. Her arms dropped slowly to
her sides and she was kept upright only due to the pressure Dr
Jung exerted with both hands on the outside of her breasts, still
trapping the insensate blonde’s head.

“As you can see,” Dr Jung chuckled, “this technique appears to
have resonated with your slave; she willingly allowed herself to
be smothered all the way to unconsciousness.” The black woman
released her hold on her breasts and the white girl slithered to
the floor, out cold.

Ana-Maria moaned in arousal, continuing to rub her throbbing
clit. “Won’ chee be brain-damached from getteeng smothered so
much?” she asked, not really caring about the answer.

Dr Jung nodded, leaning to run a finger along the unconscious
blonde’s slit.

“Probably,” the black woman conceded, “but your Missy was
unlikely to follow an intellectual pursuit anyway. Besides …,”
she held up a finger, glistening with the smothered white girl’s
copious cunt-cream, “… it appears that we’ve found some
techniques that Missy here *really* seems to enjoy.”

Ana-Maria knew she shouldn’t be masturbating in front of her
friend, but she was so aroused that she had no control. Dr Jung
looked sympathetic.

“I’m certain you can extrapolate what the ultimate sexual
smothering technique is,” she smiled, leaning over to slap the
unmoving blonde to consciousness yet again. Ana-Maria’s twat
began leaking like a faucet.

“Smodder her witchu poo-see!” she breathed, wondering if she’d
climax just at the thought. “Hue goeeng to faceseet my slave?”
Far from being put out, she found herself thrilling at the
possibility of witnessing such an event.

“No,” the beautiful black woman laughed, taking the younger woman
by the hand to help her from the chair, “You are.” She guided the
sultry Mexican over to her slave, who was now regarding the pair
with a look of adoring anticipation.

“And you’re right,” the older woman smiled, positioning the
Latina to straddle the white girl’s face. “The pussy smother is
*the* ultimate form of sexual subjugation – you are literally
using your sex to smother and dominate another person. There is
no purer form of sexual subjugation available. Your sex literally
and figuratively dominates her face – the seat of her very
identity. The symbolism is apparent to even the slowest of
intellects. Another bonus: Only the straightest of women can
resist acknowledging their subjugation by servicing that
smothering pussy.”

Ana-Maria squatted over Missy’s head and lowered herself down on
the white girl’s willing face. Dr Jung positioned the Mexican
woman so her full weight was on the blonde’s face and her long,
dark legs pinned the white girl’s arms. The lovely Latina sighed
in delight as she felt the subdued girl’s tongue begin lavishing
the dark pussy smothering her.”

Dr Jung stood close by, a gentle hand on the Hispanic
dominatrix’s head.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Dr Jung cooed, chuckling. “It’s nice to
feel the face of a woman to whom you’re attracted buried under
your hot, wet, throbbing sex, isn’t it!”

Ana-Maria was panting with arousal, pushing down hard so her
once-bitchy slave could get no air. “Oh jes,” she sighed. “Hi
luff smoddereeng her, hi luff knoweeng chee’s turned on by
getteeng doh-minated!”

Dr Jung nodded. “It’s even better when you top someone who’s
defied your superiority, isn’t it!” she murmured. “Anyone can top
an overtly submissive woman; where’s the pleasure in that? But to
top a woman who isn’t overtly submissive … or, better yet, to top
a top … !”

Ana-Maria’s eyes were closed as she listened to her friend’s hot
dialogue and she lustily rubbed herself on her slave’s weakening
face. “Oh jes!” she sighed, her mind suddenly conjuring up the
scene Dr Jung was describing.

In her fantasy, it was the beautiful black woman who was pinned
under the lovely Latina, struggling for air as she was
pussy-smothered. In Ana-Maria’s imagination, the proud
professor’s tongue was the one the pretty Mexican was feeling as
it began to falter, valiantly trying to keep licking the superior
woman.

“Yes,” she heard Dr Jung whisper lustily, “you understand. Then
you’ll appreciate why I have to do this.” Ana-Maria was too far
gone in her facesit to pay attention to the other dominatrix’s
words. Until she felt something warm and wet engulf her face.

Her eyes shot open. Dr Jung was standing, straddling Ana-Maria as
she facesat the almost unconscious blonde. The black woman had
her long, strong, dark legs standing over each of the lovely
Latina’s shoulders, and her well-trimmed dark pussy lips spread
to cover the pretty Mexican’s mouth on her upturned face. The
older woman reached down and pulled her clit and upper pussy lips
to wetly cover the suddenly frightened Hispanic woman’s nose.

Ana-Maria’s heart beat wildly with panic. She couldn’t breathe!
She raised her arms to try to pry the bigger woman off, but with
Dr Jung standing over her as she was, all Ana-Maria could do was
grab the black woman’s ample, curvaceous, dark ass cheeks.

“There is nothing hotter than topping a top,” Dr Jung husked,
gently rubbing herself back and forth on the Mexican woman’s
pretty face, always making certain to keep her hot, clinging
pussy lips covering the helpless Latina’s mouth and nose. The
black woman looked lovingly down into the disbelieving,
tear-filled dark eyes of her protégé.

“You’ll learn to love this,” Dr Jung promised. “I’ll still let
you top whatever other inferior women you like; but from now
on,*you* belong to *me*.” The beautiful black woman’s scent
filled Ana-Maria’s head and the feel of the unconscious white
woman’s face wedged into her own pussy had her teetering on the
verge of an incredible climax.

“You know what one of the most powerful psychological
associations is?” she asked, continuing to rub herself on the
sultry Mexican’s weeping brown face. “If you can get your victim
to climax while you are smothering them. If you can do that, they
will form a deep mental association between pleasure and that
form of subjugation. And the deepest, most powerful association
…”

Ana-Maria tried to blink her years away. “… is if you can force
them to climax while you are smothering them with your pussy,”
Ana-Maria finished the thought, already feeling her internal dams
loosening and her senses beginning to give way.

She’s got me, the lovely Latina realized, as the orgasm hit her.
Dr Jung has successfully seduced/dominated me and it is
inevitable I’ll become her sex slave.

Part of her railed at this injustice: She had planned on becoming
one of the premiere dominants in the area, perhaps gathering a
harem of submissive white girls and living off them. But that
would never be, now … Now she would merely become the property of
this beautiful black super-domme.

Her body shook with the force of her pleasure and she wondered if
Missy were still alive, under her. The thought that she may have
killed another woman with her pussy knocked her orgasm up to the
next level and she screamed into Dr Jung’s smothering cunt. Her
body shook so hard she feared she might pull muscles in her back
and legs.

As she slowly regained her senses, she realized that her tongue
was working slavishly at the black woman’s pussy.

“That’s it then,” she thought, in resignation. She’s topped me.
The pretty Hispanic’s lungs were burning form the prolonged pussy
smother.

“She’s going to put me out,” Ana-Maria realized. “She’s going to
smother me with her pussy until I lose consciousness, using her
sex to completely and totally dominate me.” Already the lovely
Latina was getting light-headed and felt darkness was closing in
on her.

Ana-Maria continued to lick her dominator, acknowledging the
alpha-woman’s superiority. “It is her right,” the pretty Mexican
reasoned as consciousness slipped away. “She is superior to me in
every way. It is only right that I serve her.”

The last thing Ana-Maria would remember was the beautiful black
woman climaxing on her pretty brown face.

“She even timed this perfectly,” the sultry Mexican thought, as
darkness engulfed her and she lost consciousness. “Damn, she’s
good!”



