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Subject: {ASSM} THE TIP (M/F, Mind-Control, Slavery) - Cindy Silver Eyes
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THE TIP
(M/F, Mind-Control, Slavery)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com

Cindy stepped outside the institute in total dismay.  What an
awful coincidence it had been.  

She'd signed up for an easy psychology test invitation that came
in the mail - she just had to show up for a 2-hour session, and
she got a cool check for $500.  She could certainly use the
money.

What was not planned was finding out that the conductor of the
test was Susan Collins, none other than the wife of Cindy's
current "lover".  Richard Collins was her History professor   and
they had been having an affair for the last 3 months.  Cindy
wasn't proud of this but she was enchanted with the older,
confident, good-looking professor.  

And she did give him something that his wife could not   not just
youth and beauty...  Both the professor and the student were into
BDSM.  Nothing too hard-core, but certainly enough to get
Professor Collins's rocks off.  The sort of stuff his wife would
not get into.  

There was a taxi waiting for her.  And Cindy certainly needed an
easy ride back home after a brain-busting session with her secret
lover's wife...  And with the check in her hands, she could well
afford it.

Cindy took a seat in the back   she was well aware the driver was
checking her out on the mirror, and she was used to such reaction
from men.  

She leaned forth and handed an envelope to the driver.  

"What the hell is this?"  the driver asked in what sounded like
heavy Italian accent.  Cindy could read the name from taxi
identity card anyway:  Tony Luici.  

He'd turned around to face the girl. He was a very fat and stocky
man, probably in his late-40s.  His hair seemed oily and sticky.
He'd had a shave a long time ago, judging from the overgrown
stubble on his face. He reeked of tobacco and alcohol, and it
wasn't even 5 o'clock yet.  Cindy felt bad for the man's wife,
presuming he had had one...

"Would you please start driving, we're going to Boston
College..." she ordered the driver curtly.

The thing was, Cindy had no idea what was in the envelope or why
she had given it to him   she hadn't even been aware of carrying
it with her, until she handed it over to the driver.

"Hmm, maybe it's my tip..." the repulsive driver chuckled, as he
kicked into gear:  He had brought in an older lady that morning,
who'd promised to tip him very well   only he'd get his tip later
in the day.  

Tony had only cursed after she'd left of course   what kind of
raw deal was that?  Yet, he'd been called to the same building
again...

He opened the envelope to see if there were some shiny dollar
bills waiting for him; instead, he found a short letter
inside...

Dear Driver...

Here's your tip:  The girl sitting in your taxi is a
sex-slave...

She's forgotten all about it for now...

But all you need to say is three little words to make her your
sex-slave...
	
Say "Abra Cadabra Cindy" and she will be yours...  

Tony's frog-like eyes seemed to bulge out even further as he read
the short note.

Could it be true?

He turned around again hesitantly as he stopped at a red light
and was mesmerized once again with what a hot number the girl
was.  With his hard-on straining his pants already, he spoke:
"Abra Cadabra Cindy".

Suddenly, forgotten moments of the test session flew into Cindy's
head and a horrible reality began dawning   she knew she had to
obey this man's every command, the mere idea of not doing so
filled he heart with unspeakable fear.

Tony saw the girl's expression change, from one clearly
portraying impatience, to one filled with fear and dismay... 
"Ma'am, are you my slave?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Tony was sure she'd be
running towards the nearest Police Station and his license would
be yanked in a week   what a big, dumb-ass mistake this was... 
Falling for such a ridiculous joke...

Yet Cindy remained silent for a few moments.  Finally, managing
to open her mouth:

"Yes.. I am..." she found herself saying even as her head sank
low.

Tony brought the car to a sudden halt in front of a construction
site.  There was a crew of maybe 20 men working at the ground
floor.  Was this thing for real or not?

He swallowed hard...  If she were really his slave, she'd have to
do whatever he told...

"Ok, slave, take off your blouse and flash your tits to the
guys...".  

"No, please..." Cindy begged in alarm.

"Do it slave..."  Tony cut her off.  "And lean all the way out
the window, so they can all get a good look...  Throw your blouse
to the guys"!

Her heart sinking, Cindy unbuttoned her blouse.  She undid her
bra.  Her face burned in shame as Tony watched with obvious glee
and a certain hard-on.

As soon as she leaned out of the window of the taxi cab, naked
above the waist, a few of the guys saw it and started screaming.

Tony blew the horn several times to make sure Cindy got enough
attention.  

"Shake your tits slut..!" he yelled from inside, and loved seeing
her do it, amidst hollers from the construction crew.

"Throw the blouse and get back in..." Tony commanded   and the
construction guys flew at the blouse like horny dogs.

Cindy was finally back inside the car, her face burning in red
shame.

Tony kicked into gear - there was no way he was going to Boston
College now; this car and his slave were heading to South Boston
where Tony lived.

He suddenly figured, having a half-naked girl in the back would
be excellent grounds for a cop to stop him   or for traffic to
collapse around his car.

"Lie down in the back-seat" he commanded. 
 
And as if overcome by a brilliant idea, he added:

"Undo your jeans and start masturbating till we get home   but no
fuckin' cumming...!"

Dying in humiliation, Cindy did as she was told.

The very notion of disobeying her Master was like painful poison
of the most severe kind to her mind...  She'd been conditioned
for unconditional obedience no matter how much she hated this man
or his commands.

*****

Tony groaned as he began slowly waking up in a haze of
pleasure... What a night it had been, in the delightful company
of his newly provided sex-slave...  He'd passed out after 3
six-packs, and a rocking 3-times hard fucks...  He felt like an
Italian Stallion. 
 
There she was, his nice little bitch, sucking his cock to wake
her owner up nicely, as she'd been told to do the night before...

Tony grinned in delight   he'd already gotten started yesterday,
but he meant to train his bitch very, very thoroughly...  She had
that arrogance and haughtiness in her still, even if she obeyed
his commands like a good little slave-girl...  That arrogance had
to be wiped out...  Nothing his big-ass, leather belt couldn't
fix.

He was close to cumming   he grabbed the girl by the hair and
pulled her head up, and ejaculated all over her pretty face.
"Good morning Slave..."

Cindy tried forcing a smile despite the disgusting mess all over
her face.

"Good morning Master" she replied, as she'd been instructed to
do.

"Go fetch me breakfast, slut" Tony replied.

He lit a cigarette, as the girl rushed out of the bedroom to fix
her Master's breakfast.  He couldn't wait to train and fuck his
slave thoroughly...   "Yup" he said to himself... "This is one
fuckin' hell of a tip...!"


Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com


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