Jim kept licking and licking, praying that it would stop, that he could somehow gain control over his actions, but it was no use. He was Sharon's puppet, forced to obey her every whim.
"Okay, you can stop," Sharon said, filling Jim with relief.
Jim stopped immediately, then backed away from Sharon's saliva-coated boots. He really wanted to wash his mouth out right now, but while he was able to stop licking, he couldn't seem to move from his position at Sharon's feet. He couldn't even do anything unless Sharon ordered him to!
"Now ... I want you to transfer all of your bank savings into my bank account," she said.
Jim's eyes widened slightly, even though in his head, he was very alarmed. "Y-yes, Sharon," he said, against his will.
"That's Mistress, worm!" Sharon snarled, slapping his head, sending his face into the floor with a painful thump.
"Y-Yes, Mistress!" Jim yelped. He then did as she told him, transferring all of his money into her account. He tried several times to stop himself from doing it, but again, it was no use. His body just wouldn't respond to his thoughts. It only responded to Sharon's commands.
Sharon peered at the details of her bank account, on her computer, then looked at Jim cruelly. "Is this all the money you had? Pathetic!" She kicked him, hard, sending him reeling back and falling on the floor. "From now on, you won't be able to stand! You'll stay on the floor. Crawl on the floor. You'll be nothing but my pet. You got that?!"
Jim nodded with tears in his eyes.
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