The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The scent of Sam woke Janine.

She slowly opened her eyes and remembered where she was: under the sheet and comforter. She’d dropped off to dreamland so quickly and deeply that she barely even moved through the night. While she couldn’t make out Sam’s cock there beside her visually, the presence of it and the heat radiating from it was felt as she began to shift her position back towards the headboard.

Janine reached up slowly with one hand for the edge of the sheet, and as she pulled it down across her face she took in a slow deep breath. She turned to see Sam snuggled into Kess. For a moment, she felt a wave of relief that he wasn’t there waiting for her with those eyes and that smile because if he had been-

“No, no more of that young lady, time to get back to the real world,” she reminded herself. Looking over Kess’ shoulder she saw the time—07:51 AM—and felt even more relieved. As she sat up on the bed, she turned to face them and spoke softly:

“Deep, deep asleep, you will stay deep, deep asleep until the alarm sounds for you both, remaining so deeply asleep, so peaceful, so comfortable and warm in each other’s arms. Nothing will disturb your deep sleep until the alarm sounds for you, and you will awaken feeling wonderful, relaxed, refreshed, and ready for the day.”

Both of them took in a deep breath and sank into each other just a little more. Janine smiled and thought it’s one of those things that makes hypnosis amazing with capable subjects: simple suggestions like those that ended up changing lives. She scooted off the bed slowly, stood and stretched, noting with great satisfaction just how good she felt in those awakening moments. Gliding across the rather old carpeting, she took her bathrobe from the back of a chair and made way to the bathroom.

As she stepped through the doorway, a set of eyes caught her ass before it disappeared from view.

The door closed behind her with the softest click Janine could manage on the handle, and then she tossed the robe over the hamper. Stepping to the sink, she took in a glance at herself and noted the very slightly glazed appearance on her chin and lower cheeks, realized it was nothing more than Sam’s essence, and smiled. She brought her right hand to her nose and inhaled deeply, and as the scent of Sam filled her, the other hand took up soft stroking of her sex.

For every single thing that had happened so far, she was actually a very happy girl.

She performed her normal morning routine without issues: sponge bathe herself in the tub, make sure her triangle was still neatly trimmed, and wash and rinse her hair. As she scrubbed away the essence of Sam on her chin and cheeks, his scent mingled with the body wash and sent shivers across her entire body.

“Not a bad way to wake up, nope,” she thought as she giggled softly. Janine stroked her sex softly and then a bit more deeply as she doused the front of her body with water from the pitcher. She loved the way her own fingers felt and loved the way that Kess knew how to make her feel as well. Sam hadn’t had the chance to adore her yet in such ways; their one serious coupling so far was indeed the quickie Janine desperately needed.

But that was almost three full days ago and she wanted more.

The fingers of one hand stroked, the fingers of the other hand muffled her cries, and Janine had a very intense orgasm standing there in the tub thinking about what Sam—or ‘Dark’ Sam—might do to her, with her, and for her.

More water down her torso, feeling so good as it ran over her body, almost making her dizzy. She hadn’t felt this worked up in years, not since-

“Careful, girl, you spent time there in the past and it ended up hurting you, don’t go there again,” the voice in the back of her mind said as a reminder about that experience with Professor Michaels. She’d allowed herself to fantasize so many times of being so helpless at his command captured by his eyes and voice, only wanting to give herself to him. Janine only wanted him to reach out and take her and use her for everything she was worth, but it wasn’t meant to be.

Snapping back to herself, the arousal she developed over the past few minutes dwindled rapidly, almost as if it was washed out of her by the water that now ran down the drain. Looking down, wondering what might have been, she shook off the feeling and took a more confident position on the matter:

“He had his chance, he passed. I wonder how Sam will handle things from here on out.”

Oddly enough, the moment she thought of Sam again, she smelled coffee, just the faintest whiff of coffee in the air. While she did drink coffee on occasion, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had any at home.

And then she realized who would be the only one making the coffee at that moment and she gasped.

Taking a smaller towel from the rack, she wrapped her head up in a bun. She grabbed her bathrobe and very gently opened the door and as she did the coffee odor hit her even harder. It did indeed smell quite nice, and as she glanced over at the bed to see Kess there alone she confirmed her suspicions.

Stepping over to Kess, she leaned in and whispered a few commands to ensure her sleepy girl stayed asleep until that alarm and only the sound of that alarm would awaken her. The softest slightest nod as acceptance of the commands was noted, and Janine placed a soft kiss on Kess’ cheek. She paused for a moment considering what might happen and decided to reset the alarm for 10 AM.

As she reached the kitchen and turned the corner, there stood Sam, or-

“Yes, Janine, it’s me.”

‘Dark’ Sam.

Making breakfast, for her apparently.

“I take it you’re all nice and clean, fresh and soft now, yes?” he asked,

“Why do you ask?” she offered back.

“Well, I was actually thinking about having you for breakfast, right there on the table. But then I figured you needed some actual food for the day so, why not do something special for the occasion? Sit.”

Her feet began to move all on their own, and just the thought of holding still became heresy inside her own mind.

Janine sat, keeping her eyes on him. She hadn’t noticed at that point how nicely the kitchen table had been laid out, with the placemats, utensils, napkins, the carafe of OJ, water, the spread, and everything. The odor of the coffee still overpowered most of the other smells but it was certainly a welcome thing to have found herself a part of.

A quick glance at the clock on the stove—08:23 AM—caught by him as she did it.

“We have plenty of time, relax.”

Her shoulders dropped all on their own; it wasn’t a conscious thing at all but she was aware on the conscious level she’d allowed it to happen.

He scraped the contents of the pan across two plates, set the pan down, then lay two slices of toast on each plate. Reaching up to turn off the stove, he turned towards Janine and as he did, the sight of him standing there was sure to imprint forever on her mind:

‘Dark’ Sam, with a plate of food in each hand, a wide grin on his face, and that delicious cock so totally erect it stood up slightly with a tilt towards the ceiling.

She couldn’t help but stare at that part of ‘Dark’ Sam, and he couldn’t help but make a joke:

“Again? Really? Are you that hungry for me, Janine?“

Realizing what happened, she forced herself to look down at the placemat in front of her, and for the briefest of moments, she almost felt ashamed in minute degrees.

“No, no,” he said as he approached the table. He set the plates in their proper places, and she stared at the eggs and the toast he’d made for her. Her head started to nod down just a bit further even as he stepped behind her.

“That simply will not do. And neither will this, but it is awfully fucking sexy just the same,” he said, altering his voice to a deeper tone as the last few words came out.

He reached up and began to unwrap the towel, pulling on it very slowly as it released from her still wet hair. She felt herself relax into him, allowing her neck to give up as he pulled her head back gently from the forehead. When she felt the back of her head touch his abdomen, she closed her eyes and sighed.

“That’s right, just relax, this is what you want, this is what you need, and I know it. You might think on some level that I’m nothing but rough, nothing but hard and cold and absolutely dominant, and in some respects that’s true. But there are an infinite number of ways to be dominant, Janine, and right now all I want is for you to understand this about me.”

She sighed again, opened her mouth, and found him leaning over her to give her a slow passionate kiss.

After a few moments, he pulled back, only inches from her face. Her eyes opened as he said:

“Damn, you are delicious.”

Her pussy pulsed and throbbed, hard.

“Give me your tongue, now.“

Instantly her tongue slipped between her lips, offering itself to him. He leaned in a bit closer, puckered his lips, and sucked on the tip of her tongue.

If she didn’t truly know better, she would have sworn someone was sucking her clit directly.

A few more gentle sucks and then his own tongue lightly grazed the tip of hers between his lips. The change caused her to shudder from head to toe.

So, he did it again. And then again, and a few more times setting off an orgasm she couldn’t have resisted if she wanted to.

He finally stopped, allowing her to catch her breath after that oh-so-simple experience.

“You need to eat, Janine. I hope the food is acceptable.”

After a few moments, she came back to herself and opened her eyes. He was seated beside her, poking at his eggs with a fork. She wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened had actually just happened, to be perfectly honest. She reached up and softly touched the tip of a finger to the tip of her tongue and felt nothing nothing unusual or out of the ordinary.

He turned to look at the clock—08:30 AM—and said again: “Eat.”

She grabbed her fork and dug in. The eggs were remarkably good, with some shredded cheese mixed in. The toast was almost perfect, with just the right amount of spread on them, not burned like Kess tended to prefer. She took a sip of the OJ, then some more of the eggs, another bite of the toast. She looked over at him, and his smile just made everything OK in her world.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he said as he stood from the table, his cock catching on the underside slightly causing it to really bounce and tap his belly just under the belly button as he did. He looked down, noted it, noted her attention was right there on it where he knew it would be and turned.

He grabbed a mug and the coffee pot and poured it as he approached the table. Before she could respond he said:

“Janine, would you like some cream?”

The question had the intended effect: his conditioning of her so far had been pretty simple, as such a process never needs to be all that complex to begin with. Find something pleasurable, do it multiple times, and each time add something minor to it, perhaps softly whispering a specific word like “suck,” or the squeeze on the back of the neck, or perhaps both of them at the same time.

Consistency was the key to conditioning someone to gain the desired response.

He’d long since conditioned himself to want to fuck her mouth, and now that he had the chance, he was going to condition her to want to suck him.

They were a perfect match.

Not even realizing she was doing it, Janine salivated over the thought, and a very tiny bit of drool slid down the side of her chin. He noted it with great satisfaction even as he set the mug on the table next to the hotplate where he placed the coffeepot.

He stepped to her side, her eyes never leaving his cock as it bounced up and down, in sync with the beating of his heart, only inches from her face. He slowly slid his left hand behind her neck, so soft and warm, especially right after her bathing. She smelled so fucking good as he leaned down slightly to get close to her ear. A soft squeeze coupled with a soft whisper:

“You want some cream.”

The first time he’d just mentioned cream was a question and she took it as such on the level necessary. This second utterance of the word “cream” could have been him asking casually “You want some cream?” but that’s not how her already well-gone mind interpreted his words.

She turned, looked up into his eyes, and nodded.

“Here, have some cream,” he whispered, squeezing her neck as he slid his cock back into her warm soft very wet and totally willing mouth.

So delicious, he was so fucking delicious. Even with the slight taste of the breakfast items still in her awareness, his cock, sliding across her tongue, it set off an instantaneous orgasm and she lost everything she thought she could hold onto.

He squeezed the back of her neck softly with each penetration of her mouth and softly released it with each pull back out. She couldn’t think at all, couldn’t focus on anything but the taste, the sensations of his stiff delicious cock sliding back and forth on her tongue. The squeezes on the back of her neck programmed her perfectly for the act of surrendering her mouth as he desired.

“He’s conditioning me,” was the last conscious thought she had, and that alone—the fact that she realized he was programming her by squeezing her neck and fucking her mouth—made her cum so hard she almost passed out.

“Good girl, very good girl, Janine. It doesn’t always have to be rough; it doesn’t always have to be pure complete dominance, it’s a give and take, always. You give me your mouth and I take pleasure in fucking it. I give you my cock and you take pleasure in sucking it. I will give you whatever you want, you just need to find a way to tell me. I already know you want this,” as he stroked and squeezed, “feed.”

He pulled back to a point where the head of his cock was still inside her warm soft sucking mouth and squeezed in sync with the first pulse and spurt of his cream as it filled her mouth. She kept her lips tightly around it, not wanting to waste a single drop of his essence. He pulsed a few times squeezing with each of them; she swallowed it all gratefully.

He fucked her mouth slowly for just a few more moments as the last twitches of pleasure faded. Her eyes, half-lidded and her face blissed out, made him smile with every soft slow stroke.

He looked directly into her eyes and said:

“Thank you, Janine, thank you. Thank you for finding me, thank you for bringing me into the light of day, and thank you for making that dream come true”

He then pulled his cock from her mouth, leaned down and gave her a very deep kiss, tasting not only Janine but himself as well to various degrees. Squeezing the back of her neck one last time as he pulled her tightly onto his lips, she whimpered, and only at that moment was ‘Dark’ Sam content.

After a few moments, they separated slowly, both of them eyes wide open, both of them feeling that afterglow of a positive experience, not just a sexual one. Something had just changed between them, and only time would tell where things would lead.

“Wide awake, Janine, wide awake at your own pace, now.“

Shaking off the trance slowly, she gasped softly. Janine realized what had just happened—she always remembered activities she experienced whenever she tranced. That was part of her own safety training and her protocols which no one would probably ever be able to override. His taste lingered, delicious, and remarkably all she wanted was more.

She looked at him and said the first thing that came to her still recovering awareness:

“You’re conditioning me.”

“Yes.”

“For just that? To be your so-called perfect cocksucker? Nothing more?” she said rather emphatically.

“No,” he started to say as he turned to look at the clock—08:43 AM—“of course not. I want all of you, and I’m going to have all of you. From the top of your head to tips of your probably delicious toes and every fucking inch in between, front to back, and you already know it.”

His confidence, she noted, didn’t seem to have any chinks in the armor-plating surrounding it, but maybe someday she’d find one.

“What about Kess? Are you planning to do the same thing to her? If it is, that’s a problem for me and I won’t stand for that. I chose Sam because of who he is, not who you are, surely you understand that, yes?” she asked.

“Ah, yes, Kess, she was quite enjoyable last night before she decided to use that backdoor you dropped into Sam’s open and willing mind. You do realize that I can ignore it at any time, right?” he said, rather smugly she noted.

Janine hadn’t thought of it until that very moment as he pointed it out, and now it gave her reason to worry just a bit more.

“I had fun with that girl in the short time she allowed it. So firm, so fit, so insanely fucking hot, and so incredibly suggestible. I spanked her a few times, dropped her when she least expected it, and then suggested my thumb tasted like my cock and brought her back. God damn, the way she squirmed on me when I thumb-fucked her soft wet mouth and her hot tight asshole at the same time, so amazing. The squeals she made, good lord, my cock almost popped as she writhed there on my lap.”

Janine listened to his description of what he’d done. While Kess had never directly been able to tell her what had happened, she realized that yes indeed Kess would have easily surrendered to such ministrations coupled with suggestions as he’d just mentioned. She was very suggestible, but most importantly as Janine herself realized: we trust him, we trust Sam, all of him.

“So, yes or no, is this what you have planned for Kess?”

“Absolutely,” he started to say looking directly at Janine for her reaction which changed visibly as he paused, “not. No, and I’ll tell you why. I could have a lot of fun with her, and I want to, lord knows I just want to eat that girl alive, her asshole is absolutely delicious and her pussy, wow. But here’s the thing, Janine: she found Sam, that other part of me, and he found her.”

It took a moment to sink in, but Janine remembered the words he’d uttered to her only a few minutes before: ‘Dark’ Sam had thanked her for finding him, he thanked her for helping him into the light, and making his dream come true.

Her face betrayed her thoughts.

“Ah, now you’ve got it. Janine, my only focus, my only reason for being here right now is you and you alone. Sure, I can’t wait to sit back and experience everything Sam plans to do with Kess in the future, but Kess is all his, if she’ll have him. He wants her so bad, even the other day when he stood there watching her sleep, he wanted to take her so damned bad. Even your whispers telling him it was OK to do it, that Kess wanted it, needed it, he still held back.“

Janine recalled that afternoon only two days prior, recalled how Sam’s delicious hard cock shot off several streams of his essence with considerable force, streams of it, his delicious cream, wasted. She shook off that thought slowly, hoping that at some point she’d be able to think of Sam and not be so focused on his delicio-

“So, what’s next?” she asked, breaking herself off from what she was thinking.

A glance at the clock—8:49 AM—and he spoke: “Well, we’re out of time, unfortunately. You won’t be hearing from me for several days because our boy needs to be the Sam the world knows and loves, or at least tolerates for a while. Realize that for a few days, maybe sooner, if you speak to ‘us’ it’ll be our boy you’re dealing with. All this, what’s happened with you and I so far, that will remain closed off and outside of his awareness, understand?“

“Yes, I get it. I’m not really that happy about it but I do understand it, and why.”

She sat back, somewhat frustrated to small levels, and crossed her arms. He stood up, stepped to her, cradled her face as softly as he could, and kissed her even more softly.

“I want you, Janine, all of you. I know our time is limited, and I don’t mean just this morning since you really have to get that ass moving. I mean-

“Yes, I know, I’ll be going to California in May, that’s a done deal and I can’t change it. I won’t, not even for Kess, or Sam, or you.”

“Good girl,” he whispered as he stroked the side of her face. She turned to look up at him and said:

“Am I crazy?”

He leaned down, kissed her on the forehead and said:

“No, but I’ve always wanted to fuck an older woman so that’s another dream you made come true, for both of us, so be happy knowing it.“

“Sam, I mean, oh hell, this is so insane, I’m 23 and you’re 20. And how am I supposed to address you, does that make any sense at all?”

“Call me D, just D, and I’ll know when you’re speaking to me.“

“I suppose that works, sure,” she said, having another fork of eggs and her last bite of toast. She stood, grabbed the glass of OJ and swigged it, and just then D, as he was now officially to be addressed, stepped directly into her. She put the glass down as he whispered:

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she whispered in response, without a single moment of hesitation.

“Good girl, relax, for just a moment, relax and let me in,” he said, noting her eyes glazing as he did. She truly was a very good girl, and should always be rewarded for it. He very gently reached up with his right hand to cradle the left side of her face as she unconsciously tilted her head to make the most of the contact.

With his left hand, he undid the robe’s tie. That hand made its way under the robe, fingertips softly grazing her skin up and over her right hip, back down her right cheek, to the cleft, and then down, down, down. As she stood there looking directly into his eyes, he found her rosebud with the tip of his thumb. He whispered once again:

“Relax, and let me in.”

With great satisfaction, he felt the tension on her rosebud subside and he slid the thumb in very slowly, as far as it would go even as he shifted his right hand to the back of her neck. His thumb slid out just as slowly and suddenly he squeezed her neck tightly and pushed into her rosebud very deeply as he pulled her head to his shoulder.

His mouth situated directly on her right ear so that she heard him very clearly as he spoke in a loud and crystal clear tone of voice:

“Obedience is pleasure.”

Janine cried out one time, rather loudly, unable to prevent the orgasm from happening.

Her knees buckled, unable to keep her standing, and she almost collapsed in his arms completely

Her mind went blank, unable to form a coherent thought, as she surrendered to the pleasure he offered her.

It was so insanely mind-bendingly fucking hot.

“Good girl,” he whispered, and removed his thumb, pulling back to look at her face, locked in that torture of the little death known by the French as La petite mort. She was fucking gorgeous, and he wanted to kiss her but disturbing her bliss would have been a disrespect to her.

D just held on tightly and watched her. He felt her as she came back to herself very slowly. He thoroughly enjoyed the shifting emotions she conveyed on her face in the process.

A glance over her shoulder at the clock—8:54 AM—and it was time to end the morning’s activities, sadly.

‘Janine.”

A gasp.

“Janine.”

Her eyes opened, totally unfocused, not even able to lock on to something.

“Janine.”

And she found her focus, her eyes rolling forward staring into his.

“Hi,” he said with a soft grin.

“H-Hi,” she managed to get out.

“Are you OK?”

“I... I think so, did you just...?”

“I did, and,” he raised his left hand to his mouth, sucked on his thumb, and then pulled it from his mouth quickly and forcefully to make that popping sound as he said: “you are indeed delicious.”

A thought came crashing down on her consciousness that just couldn’t be dismissed:

He thinks my asshole is delicious.

Suddenly D found his mouth being tongue-fucked by Janine’s warm soft wet tongue, over and over again. She reached up and grabbed him, strongly, by the back of his neck. Even despite his ability to ignore the trigger entirely unlike Sam might, he decided to allow it to happen and nearly collapsed himself.

Fighting it after a few moments, D managed to get out:

“Janine, you have to go.”

She pulled him close and growled in his ear:

“Right now, you are the focus of my entire world, and I don’t care about the rest of it. Fuck me, right now,” and as she said “right now” she squeezed his neck hard. He’d already ceded control to her with the previous squeeze and was able to fight that off, but this time, there was no stopping the drop he felt approaching as she squeezed again.

“The alarm,” he managed to whisper losing more of himself with each passing beat of his heart, “Kess...”

“I set the alarm for 10 AM, we have plenty of time. D, look into my eyes,” she said coupled with that wonderful squeeze.

His heavy eyes turned and looked into hers, knowing there was no turning back now.

“D,” she whispered, “I’m yours. Fuck me like the bitch that I am.”

And with that command, Janine gave herself to D, and D took what she offered.

Give and take, for the benefit of all involved.

He stood up, staring deep into her eyes. His right hand reached up her back, across her neck as she sighed, and took a nice tight fistful of hair which he used to forcefully spin her in place as he turned her to face the wall about three feet away. With his left hand, he reached up to her neck again, feeling her sigh on the contact, and pulled her bathrobe completely off, smiling as it hit the floor.

Exposed, vulnerable, helpless to some degrees but not even close to where he was going to take her, Janine was glorious before him.

He pushed forward at the back of her head and she had no choice but to respond by taking a step, and then another, as he pushed her directly into the wall, turning her face to the right and holding it there. D reached up with his left hand, released her hair, then pinned her face to the wall at the back of her neck with his right. He then grabbed another fistful of her hair, much more tightly but closer to her scalp and she whimpered.

“That’s right, you love that, don’t you?” he growled.

“yesssssss.”

He pulled down slightly on the hair, knowing it was so tight she was probably feeling a slight bit of pain because of it but that was the point.

“Does that hurt, bitch?”

“yesssssss.”

“Good,” and then he pulled harder and she slid down the wall a few inches.

“Arch your back, stick out that ass for me, bitch.”

D couldn’t help but note that she was juicing like mad and he smiled widely because of it. This girl, this woman had made so many dreams come true in such a short time for not only him but that other part of him known as Sam, he wanted to give her everything she craved and more in return.

He spanked her once, hard on the left cheek, and she nearly collapsed if not for him keeping her pinned against the wall with the grip on the back of her head. Then he spanked her again, a similar reaction, coupled with a cry.

“What’s that, what was that sound you just made?” he demanded.

“pleeeaaasssurrreee.”

“You find that pleasurable, yes?” he asked.

“yessssss.”

Another spank, harder this time, on the right cheek. A squeal, nothing more than pure release, of just accepting what was happening and not fighting it.

And another spank on the left, then the right, back and forth, again and again, each time resulting in squeals, cries, and after a dozen or so it turned into what D loved to hear the most: guttural sounds, groans, growls, a mumbled “yes” now and again, and then the word he hoped she’d be able to manage:

“haarrdddeeerrrr.”

That was when the real spanking began.

The tears flowed as Janine released basically every emotion she’d held inside for a long time about this kind of event. With Sam, and now this part of him known as D, and Kess too, they were always reminding her and thanking her for making their dreams come true every so often.

Janine never truly thought she’d ever really make her dreams come true, and now she was in one of her very own.

There could be only one response.

“thank you.”

D stopped mid-spank, literally waving off his arm already in motion at the whispered words. He understood better than Sam ever could at what had happened: Janine had made peace with herself and what she wanted and understood that D was the one that could make it all possible.

He leaned in close, gripped her hair tighter eliciting another whimper, pressed his lips directly onto her right ear and whispered very softly:

“You’re welcome.”

And the spanking started again.

Both her cheeks were a bright pinkish-red by that point. She was leaking like the proverbial sieve, he noted, another sign she was very happy with him and what was happening. He decided it was time to shift things in a new direction.

“I know you’re expecting me to trance you, to whisper something in your ear, or even bark a command at you and drop you so hard and deep inside, and enjoy your flesh to the best of my ability. And I will be honest, I’d love nothing more than to slide my cock deep into your ass right now and put you to sleep when I do it, but that will wait for another time.”

When he said he’d love to fuck her ass, she whimpered “ooohhhh goooddddd...” very loudly and he took note of it.

“I can’t pause you because that would take you away from what I’m about to do so, all I can do is tell you to do something and I fully expect you to obey me without going into trance, do you understand?”

“yes.”

“Good girl, in a few moments I’m going to release my grip on the back of your head and hair and when I do you will remain standing exactly as you are. You are not to move from that spot, not your face from that wall, not your feet on that floor, not your ass sticking out so nice for me to explore either.”

“Oh god...” she gasped.

“Yes, I’m going to do some exploration of the inner workings of the body-known-as-Janine for a while, with my fingers, my hands, my lips, and absolutely my tongue which desperately wants to fuck you pretty bad after that taste earlier.”

“Oh god oh god oh god,” Janine began to repeat over and over.

“Has anyone ever properly rimmed you utterly fucking senseless, Janine?” he asked.

The thought of it—of someone deeply licking her rosebud—was an intense fantasy of hers. That act, considered by so many to be disgusting and dirty, only served to prove their ignorance of just how astonishingly pleasurable the experience could be if someone takes their time and patiently explores their partner in that way.

Janine rifled through the experiences she’d had so far in her life: the one time with a woman had come from Kess entering her life, and the rest were maybe two dozen boys, so to speak, that she’d spent time with since coming to the school. She never had sex in high school, no blowjobs, no fingering, no ass play, nothing outside of just making out with some guy after a football game or during a movie now and again.

Despite her knock out attractiveness, she never really had much experience with sex in her teens.

She did love to masturbate, however. Oh, yes indeed, she knew her slit intimately like no one else ever could, not even Kess. Kess was, of course, quite adept at turning her inside and out, even if she didn’t use any hypnosis in the experience.

For Janine, self-pleasure was still probably the source of the best orgasms she’d ever had.

Only one guy, the musical friend who helped her create the background audio tracks for her light and sound machine studies, paid any attention to her rosebud at all. He spent maybe five minutes exploring her very gently, slipping a fingertip in, slowly drawing it around the sensitive skin surrounding it, around and around and it felt really good.

He did lick her several times, light darting flicks of his tongue directly on her rosebud, but he never crossed that line and just stabbed her, just totally let go and tongue-fucked her with complete abandon, sadly.

Kess, on the other hand, she did go insane on that part of Janine several times in their lovemaking, but it wasn’t a thing that she could count on. They did live together, of course, and while Kess did consider Janine to be her Mistress, it wasn’t that kind of serious hardcore D/s lifestyle 24/7.

While Janine very much enjoyed the pleasure Kess gave her in that way, there was still something lacking: a point where Kess would find herself moving on to other quite pleasurable aspects of Janine’s anatomy and it always left Janine wanting.

Kess did freely engage in other partners and that was always an aspect of their relationship with complete acceptance and understanding on both parts. She knew Kess played safely in those couplings, using condoms as needed regardless of whether or not contraception was in use. That was something they both fully committed to early on and practiced it to the current day.

Considering all of that, of her rather limited experiences with the boys and even with Kess, and knowing her dreams and desires and fantasies as only she could, she said:

“no.”

“But you have had some experience with it, yes?”

“yes.”

Janine was having some difficulty standing in the slightly off-balance position he’d told her to maintain. Her legs trembled just a bit from the tension. D noted it and realized what he had in mind wasn’t going to be workable in that state.

All he wanted her to feel for the next fifteen minutes or so would be complete total mindless bliss from what he wanted to do with her, so he shifted direction once again.

He stood up, released her hair as he said he would, and then he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder:

“Come with me, please.”

Janine used her hands to push away from the wall into a fully upright position. She saw the look on his face, took his hand, and they walked to the living room. When they reached the couch, he pointed to a spot on the floor and said “Stand right there” and she obeyed.

“I want you to know nothing but pleasure for a while, absolutely guilt-free pure perfect pleasure, as much of it as I can give to you in the time that we have, and that’s going to happen in several ways. The first is by me adoring you, as softly, as deeply, as gently, as intensely as I’m capable. I mean I can’t lick the tip of my nose, sadly, but I’m pretty sure I’m gonna get all up inside of you and it’ll be enough, understand?”

He smiled when he said it and she laughed which made him feel so much better.

“I need to reposition this couch a bit, hang on,” he said, pulling it a few inches from the wall. He then took the three large cushions and stacked them sideways along the end he was closest to, basically creating a very thick surface of sorts on one end of the touch. Janine wondered exactly what the hell he was doing as he dragged the ottoman over to the outer end.

“Trust me,” he said as he winked at her, and that made her feel better too.

“Towel, I need a towel,” so he headed back to the kitchen, got the one she had wrapped her hair in, and returned, double folding it and placing it on the end of the couch.

“You’re going to be making a mess very soon, don’t want to ruin the upholstery, you know.”

“D, I have a question.”

He stopped, mostly because it wasn’t expected. He turned to look at Janine standing there beside him, waiting for him to take her, and nodded.

“Why this, how, I don’t understand. How do you know all these things?”

“You said it yourself recently: Sam, meaning that other part of me, puts things together that other people don’t even think to do. I mean we make the connections that seem not only improbable before they’re discovered but also after when people can’t express anything but disbelief that we made them to begin with. Understand?“

“Not really, no,” she responded.

“Your work with people, the hypnosis work, you are aware that we’re of two minds, yes? Of course you are, because that’s how we humans actually do work. I’m the part of him that lurks in the shadows, so to speak, so while I don’t think of myself as ‘dark’ I don’t have any issues with that if that’s what makes you comfortable with respect to addressing or identifying me. I’m not a split personality, I’m not an alternate, I am Sam, just the greater parts of him that rarely ever see the light of day. At least till you found me.“

“So, you’re literally his unconscious mind, right?”

“Yes, and no, and with all your training so far you already know what the answers are, and we don’t have a lot of time,” even as he glanced around and remembered there was no clock in the living room. “Shit, hang on a sec,” as he stepped over to the chair where his clothes were. He retrieved his smartphone, tapped it a few times, and then set it on the coffee table angled against a candle.

It showed the time in faded red lettering: 09:12 AM.

He stepped to Janine and literally grabbed her off the floor by picking her up from under each arm. He swung her around and carried her the few feet to the couch where he set her ass right on the towel. She felt rather helpless when he did it, and yelped softly with the cool shock of the slightly wet towel against her skin as she made contact.

Janine juiced even more at the thought of what was about to happen.

“Yeah, I’m pressed for time and I have to get this party started. You know that I said I don’t want to trance you for this, I want you completely conscious for all of it, so I can’t use the pause command. I have another one in mind and I’m sure you’re familiar with it in hypnosis use, just not sure if it’ll work on you. In a moment, I’m going to give you a command and I hope, I really sincerely hope, that you will obey it on a hypnotic level. Am I making any sense at all?”

“Yes, but I-

“Ragdoll.”

Of course she knew the command and she used it with Kess regularly. Of course she knew what it meant and how it was designed to basically strip away any and all conscious control of the voluntary muscles instantly.

Knowing all that, she obeyed D’s command perfectly as instructed.

Janine knew that Kess always loved having her strings cut, as she called it, and typically ended up having multiple orgasms when Janine offered that suggestion. The sudden complete and total loss of her ability to control any muscle she’d normally be able to easily direct with nary a thought caused Janine to orgasm unexpectedly.

Janine had never experienced such utter surrender while remaining fully conscious of everything that was happening, and she realized just why it made Kess cum so hard as she collapsed backwards onto the cushions.

D was there with strong arms to catch her, his left hand at the back of her neck, softly cradling it as he lowered her gently. The makeshift “bed” he created for her held her at just about the right position he’d hoped it would.

“Good girl, my ragdoll, helpless, relaxed, unable to move a single muscle at all, so obedient in just that one respect for now. That’s the only command I’m going to give you for the time being, and you will remain my ragdoll until I say the word ‘Freedom’ at some point soon. You will remain helpless and relaxed and feel everything I do to you, with you, and for you, until I say the word ‘Freedom’ at which point your conscious voluntary muscle control will return. You can just for this moment speak to me and say ‘yes’ if you agree and accept the command, then be silent again unable to speak.”

She trusted Sam, and that meant implicitly trusting D.

“yes.”

“Good girl, now, follow my fingers as I close your eyes,” and he reached forward and placed the thumb and middle finger against her eyebrows. As he slowly dragged them down, her eyes obeyed the physical command to close, and she felt herself sigh deeply.

Her legs had dropped over the end of the couch, and D very gently reached down and took them behind the knees, slowly lifting them up till her thighs were perpendicular with the floor. He eased them back over her hips slowly, enjoying every moment of skin contact. By doing so, he exposed the softest sweetest looking slit he was sure he’d ever seen. She was dripping profusely as expected, and he couldn’t wait to dive in and adore her.

A little more push on the legs brought her cheeks slightly off the towel and now he had full view and complete access to her rosebud just as well. Delicious, pink, fresh and clean, waiting to be tongue-fucked as gently or as mercilessly as he intended. One glance at his phone: 09:15 AM.

“Janine, you asked me how I knew all these things. It’s complicated, but really simple. Have you ever seen the movie ‘Revenge of the Nerds’, that classic 80s comedy movie? Answer me with one whimper if you have.”

One soft whimper came back.

“There’s a scene in that movie where the head nerd, Lewis, is basically buried face-deep in the head cheerleader, Betty, and he licks her utterly stupid at some college party or whatever. I mean he devours that pussy like there’s no tomorrow and makes sure she’ll never ever forget it. You remember that scene, yes? One whimper please.”

Another soft whimper.

“When he’s done licking her silly, she asks him how he could do that, how he could know to please her that well, and he says that line I’ll never forget: ‘All jocks think about are sports. All nerds think about is sex.’”

Several quick whimpers came from Janine without even being prompted by D.

“Janine, Sam—and I by implication—have been thinking about sex since we were about 12 years old. We’ve been reading hypno stories since about 15 and tranced our first female partner at 19. He’s had a lot of fantasies, but no really good chances to just let go and explore everything he’d love to experience. Everything he knows, I know, and I know even more to be honest. When you first tranced him a few weeks ago, you could say you opened a doorway to me, and I decided to come out and see what all the hubbub happened to be about.”

More whimpers, because after every sentence he spoke, D had been gently blowing air directly onto her sex, sometimes just a single puff of air, other times a rapid-fire burst of puffs. She could hear it clearly when he was doing it, and his warm breath was striking her unbelievably hotter and crazy wet sex in a way that felt cold which just dove her insane.

All those little involuntary spasms every time he puffed her were sure working better than he’d ever imagined. D would have to allow Sam to have a peek into that technique for use with Kess soon.

“In maybe his third trance with you, I noticed you, for the first time.” puff “I realized how insanely gorgeous you were.” puff-puff-puff “I noticed Sam was hard as a rock, meaning I was hard as a rock.” puff “He wanted you, he still does, and despite the fact that you did use him for that quickie, it’s a safe bet that you and I both realize Sam isn’t going to have you in that way I’m going to have you.“

One long breath in as D did a rapid-fire puff burst which triggered Janine’s second orgasm as a ragdoll. So utterly helpless, so unbelievably happy at that moment, her pussy pulsed, throbbed, juiced, twitched, and convulsed right there in front of D, only inches away from him. He took note with a great amount of satisfaction just how intensely her rosebud was clenching and releasing.

D knew it would be doing that with his tongue soon the same way he’d done with her tongue earlier when he kissed her.

“I’m going to have you in that way, and this way, and those ways, as often as I want, and I’m going to start right now.“

And with that, D dove in, tongue first, licking Janine’s insanely delicious slit from top to bottom, side to side, slowly, just on the outer edges where she was probably the most sensitive. The puffing had increased her tactile sensitivity by leaps and bounds, all part of the plan to incense her to the edge, but she wouldn’t get pushed over till a bit later.

“So damned delicious, Janine, you really are,” he whispered in between licks up one side and down the other. “You remember what I did earlier, my thumb, and how I took you in that way, yes? Whimper for me, girl.”

She couldn’t see it happen but D was sucking on his right thumb getting it nice and wet.

A desperate whimper escaped her unmoving lips.

“Yes, I thought you would, but that was just a memory of the past. This is real, and this is happening, now,” he said as he slowly thumb-fucked her rosebud in one stroke, as deep as it would go.

Her hips bucked in a spasm that had the curious effect of causing him to slip his thumb deeper into her than he’d planned. She squealed despite the ragdoll command’s parameters, and D’s thumb and upper wrist were doused in her juices as she gushed uncontrollably.

He found himself in a curious position there sitting on the ottoman and making the best of it.

Because she was totally limp, loose and relaxed when he decided to thumb-fuck her rosebud, he’d needed to ensure that her left leg didn’t just end up dangling clean off the side of the couch which could end up dragging her helpless body along with it. So, prior to that action, he’d shifted forward a bit on ottoman where he could put her sex closer to his face. He brought his left arm around her right thigh and then reached sideways to get his left hand behind her left knee with a grip to hold it.

If Kess had been able to see it, she would have thought they were attempting to play a game of Twister on the couch instead of the typical floor mat position.

As he worked that thumb slowly in and out, he felt her gripping him as expected on the way in and clenching more tightly on the way out. He continued that for several moments as he glanced at his phone once more: 09:26 AM.

“Focus, girl, focus on the pleasure, right here,” he said as he inserted the thumb with a little more intensity. Delightful squeals filled the living room, and her scent was driving him quite mad. “And now here,” as he licked her deeply, stabbing his tongue into the area just below her hooded jewel. His nose just lightly grazed the hood which put a slight bit of pressure on her clit and she spasmed again, directly against his face, pushing her pussy into it even though it was completely involuntary.

D took that signal and ran with it.

He went straight for the hood, lashing at it with his tongue left, right, up, down, and on each upstroke, it would lift just enough to make direct contact with her clit and she lost her mind, completely. Spasm after spasm, again and again as he licked, sucked, licked, sucked, pressed in, and that thumb fucked her asshole more and more. With faster strokes, more licks, and more sucking, Janine gushed and gushed and just kept gushing as the sobs began.

She was on the edge, and it was time to push her over.

D shifted his arms, got his hands behind her knees, pushed her legs forward onto the top of her body which caused her cheeks to lift off the towel, and said:

“You are the focus of my world, Janine, enjoy.”

As his tongue slid deep into her rosebud, she saw stars even with her eyes closed. She wondered for just the briefest of moments if what she was experiencing would be any better if she was hooked up to her light and sound machine even as he attacked her rosebud with that level of desire.

And then Janine lost the ability to form conscious thoughts entirely as pure pleasure engulfed her entire being.

D adored her, devoured her, tasted her, fingered her, thumb-fucked and tongue-fucked her as deeply as he possibly could. He just wouldn’t quit and no matter how much she squirmed, squealed, twisted, spasmed, and twitched. It was his mission to shove her so far over that edge there was nothing else for her to do except pass out completely.

After about eight minutes of his non-stop oral assault, she did.

She collapsed totally even despite the ragdoll parameters she was under. Her body convulsed and twitched, spasmed again and again and again. Eventually, as he very carefully stood beside the couch and lifted her, she relaxed and drifted as expected.

He lifted her and held her there in his arms and as he listened to her breathing for several moments, D realized that went far better than expected. He also felt sad that his original plan—to take her and fuck her senseless with his cock instead—didn’t work out.

D carried Janine over to the loveseat which was at least more comfortable than the couch would be considering the state of disarray he’d created for her pleasure. He very gently placed her warm sleeping body on the cushions, grabbed what appeared to be some kind of knitted wrap from the back of it and covered her carefully. He placed a soft gentle kiss on her forehead and whispered:

“Sleep.”

She visibly reacted, sank into the cushions deeper with a sigh, and D wondered if the ragdoll effect would disappear when she did wake up.

“Guess we’ll find out when the time comes,” he wondered out loud. He turned to straighten the cushions on the couch, pushed it back against the wall, scooted the ottoman back in place, and then grabbed his smartphone at 09:41 AM precisely.

He went to the kitchen to make it more presentable but first decided to wash his face and wake up a bit as well as get Janine’s essence off. He then put away some of the condiments, and just as he was about to begin washing the plates his phone beeped. D knew what it was and almost decided to blow it off, but after what happened on Friday and how perfect that quote that app provided was, he decided he better not turn his back on the universe:

“Do what you can, with all you have, wherever you are.”—Theodore Roosevelt

“Well alrighty then, Teddy, so shall it be written, so shall it be done,” D resolved. He washed the plates, set them on the rack, checked the kitchen one last time, and laughed a bit because he realized that in about—glancing at his phone: 09:52 AM—the next fifteen minutes or so Sam would be right back in the kitchen probably making breakfast for Kess as she got herself ready for the day.

Sam had one class on Mondays at 2 PM so he was still good for a few hours. D wasn’t exactly sure what Kess had as far as her class schedule but there wasn’t much time left to get situated so he’d deal with it after she woke up.

“Now what to do about you,” he whispered softly as he stared down on Janine’s sleeping body once again. He had a thought: he went to find a notepad and pen in the kitchen, couldn’t find one, but saw the scribble pad on the fridge. He grabbed that and wiped it clean and wrote:

Kess, call the office for me and tell them I’m under the weather today, will be in tomorrow, I’m resting. Thanks, J

D thought about it for just a moment, wondered if Janine would sign it J or M, and figured it really didn’t matter. He placed the scribble pad on the kitchen table, took one last glance around to make sure everything seemed situated, and then headed for the bed.

“Shit,” he exclaimed out loud. He turned and walked over to his clothes and put his smartphone back in the pants, and then finally headed for the bedroom. The nightstand clock showed 09:54 AM as he slid into the bed on the opposite side. He got close and snuggled into Kess and developed that instantaneous erection again and couldn’t do much about it so, why not be comfortable he decided.

He very gently slid his cock into that area between Kess’ soft warm thighs commonly referred to as “the gap,” feeling the soft wetness of her pussy brushing against the top and her soft thighs squeezing him from two sides underneath.

Her body reacted to the stimulation even as he whispered: “Sleep until the alarm, Kess, sleep deeply until the alarm” which prompted a deep sigh as she relaxed. One absolutely final glance at that clock—09:55 AM—and D lay his head down on the pillow. As he did so he willed the memories of the morning’s escapades with Janine into a safe space he had for such memories, a place that waking Sam had no access to, and then imagined Janine’s voice and eyes putting him to sleep.

As he sighed and relaxed, D slept.

The alarm went off as expected, and Kess woke first. She realized Sam was there with her, almost inside her, but he hadn’t reacted to the alarm just yet. She reached over and silenced it, turned back softly and whispered:

“Sam...”

His eyes opened just as she whispered:

“Sleep and fuck.”

Staring into her eyes, hearing the command, his eyes closed, he sighed deeply, and his hips bucked as he slowly pumped Kess as instructed.

She knew he was loving every moment of it, every minute feeling of sliding back and forth along her hot wet pussy, and she began to slowly match his stroke into that area by pushing back with her hips. She turned slightly to shift her upper body, reaching her right arm up over his head and pushing her upper arm under the side of it. Almost as if on cue, Sam shifted himself and eventually found himself able to more deeply slide into that makeshift hole between her pussy and thighs.

Kess reached up, found the back of his neck, and squeezed along with a squeeze between her thighs as she whispered “Hold me tightly, Sam, sleep and fuck” once again. He pulled her into his chest tightly as instructed, dropping his right arm over her side and then cupping a breast gently.

Sam gasped and made the most delightful whimper Kess had ever heard, so she did it again, and then again, more soft squeezes, more whispers, bucking back into him even as he unconsciously picked up her signals and started bucking harder into her.

Squeeze, whisper, buck, sleep, fuck, whisper, fuck, sleep, buck, squeeze, over and over again, and it all blended together into an amazing few minutes of sleepy morning makeshift sex even despite how it was actually happening.

She felt a strong pulse in Sam’s cock, knew what it indicated, and then whispered:

“Sam, in a few moments you’re going to cum so hard for me, baby, and when you do, the moment you cum, tell me to cum, when you cum tell me to cum, please.”

She bucked back hard and squeezed and held both the buck and the squeeze as Sam crossed over and whispered “Cum” even as he did so himself, spurting furiously at the sensations even as Kess lost it and started riding him for everything he was worth.

After a few minutes of cool down, Kess whispered:

“Wake up, Sam, slowly, wake up please.”

Some slight stretching and shifting with a yawn as expected and Sam finally opened his eyes. Instantly he realized where he was, and where Kess was, but most importantly where his cock was and how wet and slick it felt.

“Honestly, I swear, if I’d known being a fucktoy would be this much fun, I would have surrendered myself a long time ago.”

Because it was so completely unexpected, Kess burst out laughing and rolled back towards him, facing him, reaching under the sheet and comforter to take hold of that delicious cock which was still hard even after that experience.

“Who are you, really? My god, doesn’t this thing ever relax?” she asked, nuzzling her nose to his, stroking him, running her hands and fingernails through his hair but knowing to avoid the back of the neck. She wanted to fuck him, really seriously just roll him on his back, drop him, and ride him till she passed out. She glanced at the clock: 10:09 AM—noted she had some time to play and wondered if he was willing.

The question was: would Sam take the bait?

“It does get a break now and again, sure, but it does love that mouth of yours,” he said out loud, instantly wondering if he should have admitted it in that respect. He was a guy, he just woke up with a hard-on, a hot hypnotic chick had just fucked him more or less while keeping him deeply hypnotized.

Now that he was awake again she was still stroking his cock.

What the hell would you do?

“Oh, does it now? How much does it love this mouth of mine?” she teased, slowing her stroking down and making her hand just a bit tighter. It was becoming rather difficult to think, Sam noted before it was too late.

“Kess, I mean, I really want to-

“Stop thinking, right now, and do what you want. Stop thinking about me, stop thinking about Janine, stop thinking about the world outside, the people you know, the life you’ve lived. Stop thinking about all of it and do exactly what you want to do with me, right now.“

He looked at her, saw only a serious scowl on her face, and then realized he really just wanted to wipe it off with his stiff cock.

“Come ’ere, you,” as he sat up quickly on the bed and then scooted over towards the other side. He grabbed Kess by the hips and literally lifted her clean off the bed by about a foot and a half, flipped her over his shoulder, and then did a soft body slam back into the mattress placing her now in a position of her feet at the headboard.

Before she could do much of anything but giggle at being manhandled in such a way, he pushed himself up to his knees and then climbed on top of her on all fours.

His cock dangled there just inches from Kess’ mouth and she started to reach for it—Sam caught her arm and said:

“No, you lay there, don’t move, not one muscle. I don’t want to trance you for this, and I’m not even sure I would know how to make you not be able to move. The pause thing doesn’t work that way because I want you fully conscious and aware of exactly what I’m going to do with you.”

“What’s that, Sam?” she had to ask.

He looked down under himself at Kess, upside down from his point of view, and for a moment that part of Sam came out again, not D this time, but nice Sam, the nice guy that had to question whether or not what he was about to do would truly be a good thing. He noted that Kess was willing, that much was obvious. He knew Janine and Kess had both told him several times over the past few days they were his to be used as he wished, which is obviously a dream come true for any guy—and maybe quite a few women too, actually.

But there was always that part back there, nagging, like a proverbial splinter in his mind he couldn’t scratch.

“Hey, I know that look, Sam, stop thinking, now.“

Because at that moment Sam wasn’t really Sam but nice Sam, the distraction was exactly what Sam actually had needed so, nice Sam ended up taking a back seat to the show as it began. Sam scooted back just a bit and took Kess by the throat directly with a fairly firm grip. She hadn’t expected it and the look on her face made it quite evident.

“This,” he said, “is mine for a while so, not another word out of you,” and he shifted his body weight back on his legs just above the top of her head. He let go of her throat, shifted his left hand and took her by the back of her neck and squeezed as he said “Relax.” Her neck, like the rest of her, went completely limp. He lifted his hand a few inches from the bed, pulling her up by the neck as her head fell back against the bed.

Kess knew what he was going to do, had expected it about a minute prior but wasn’t sure he’d go through with it. Unable to move because of that squeeze on the back of her neck, she realized he really was about to use her in that manner. She felt herself salivate because in a few moments she’d once again be able to taste Sam’s delicious cock and some of Sam’s delicious cream.

In that position on her back, she wouldn’t be very capable of providing suction the same way she would from a face-down position so, it wouldn’t have done much good to command her to suck.

One last attempt by nice Sam—“Ask her if she really wants it, if she’s really OK with this, please?”—and just as easily dismissed as Sam slid into her mouth slowly. He had every intention of going just as deep as possible on the first stroke until he felt something stop him from going further, or if she gagged—it wasn’t the intention to choke her, at least not at that point.

He’d have to judge her reaction if that happened; one previous partner he’d been intimate with loved being deep throated and taught Sam what kinds of signs he should be on the lookout for as to not hurt the person servicing him in such a manner.

Sliding in deeper, and deeper still, no reaction from Kess so far other than her tongue, so wet and soft, licking him side to side as he penetrated her mouth slowly. He was getting close to being fully inserted all the way to the groin when he felt the first gag from Kess and stopped, immediately pulling back an inch or so.

A slight cough, another soft gag, and then he wondered if she wanted to continue. He learned a lot from that partner in the past and the one thing she drilled into him was simple: when your partner has had enough, they’re going to push you away, hard, as hard as they’re able, to be able to breathe again. Until that happens, until the person gets to a point where they will not take anymore and literally goes into a fight-or-flight mode to get you away from them, they’re fair game.

Kess hadn’t pushed him away, but because of the squeezing of her neck he wasn’t 100% sure she was even capable so this became an entirely different situation. She was willing, of that much Sam was entirely confident, but he had to know for sure.

“Kess, I know you’re very relaxed, and my hand on the back of your neck is keeping you in that state. I want you to realize at any moment if you want to stop, if you need to stop for any reason, the effect of the relaxation you’re experiencing will be negated instantly. You’ll be able to let me know either by pushing me off you with arms you’re able to control fully. If we’re good to go, raise a finger on your right hand, please.”

A finger shot up fast. Sam smiled and then fucked her mouth deeper.

Another soft gag, another pause, and then he felt her attempting to nod her head so slightly it was almost unnoticed. She gave him a thumbs-up that time, surprisingly, so he fucked her mouth just a bit deeper. He was pretty much as deep as he could go at that point and he began to slowly pull back when the most amazing thing happened:

Kess reached up with both arms and as he saw them coming up he figured “OK, that’s it, she’s had enough” but instead of pushing, she reached back around the backs of his thighs and pulled, hard, driving him into her mouth another half-inch or so.

“Ungh,” was all Sam could muster, “holy shit, Kess, are you-

Another hard pull, another tiny increase in depth, and Sam started to feel something hard pressing against the tip of his cock. He pulled back, she resisted his pull, but he did it anyway and came completely out of her mouth.

“Aggghhhh... god damn, that was awesome!” Kess practically screamed. “I’ve never been able to take a cock like that, and you’re not even the largest guy that’s ever tried.”

Sam looked down at her and leaned his head to one side:

“Oh, yeah, thanks, just what a guy wants to hear in such a moment, geez.”

She laughed, licked her lips, smiled a wicked devious grin his way, and asked:

“Sam, do you trust me?”

“Of course, why?” he asked, wondering what she had brewing.

“Climb over me again, get your knees over and under my arms, please.”

He started to climb over her slowly, wondering what- “Oh...” was all he said as he sounded out a gasp of his own for a change.

“Exactly,” Kess blurted out.

That moment, nice Sam: “Is she really going to...? Are you sure she’s...?”

Internally, Sam was literally screaming at himself telling that part of him once and for all:

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU IDIOT, SHE GOING TO EAT MY ASS, THAT’S YOUR ASS TOO, SO SHUT UP AND ENJOY IT!!!”

Sam laughed a bit, and Kess asked:

“What’s so funny?”

“That part of me, that nice guy. For the briefest moment, once I realized what you’re going to do for me, that part of me wanted to ask if you were sure you’re good to do it. After what’s happened with you and Janine over the past few days and weeks, I basically unloaded on that part of me and told him to shut the fuck up and just enjoy it.”

“Good boy,” Kess said, “and yes, you know what I’m going to do. I presume it’s been done before, yes?”

“Just once, one partner, and it wasn’t intentional, she just kinda got a bit too enthusiastic in the middle of her thrashing as I adored her in a sixty-nine we were having. I stabbed her rosebud with my tongue, next thing I know she reciprocated and in oh, about three-tenths of a second I ended up blowing my load all over her chest. When it was all said and done I figured she was mad at me because she didn’t enjoy the way I tasted there or something. She told me she was mad because I wasted my cream on her chest, what do I know.”

“So, you’re really super sensitive back there, yes?”

“I would probably have to say yes, I think...? God, I can’t believe I’m going to admit this but whatever: I don’t play with myself back there, Kess, it’s not something I’ve ever done myself. I mean, do I masturbate? Absolutely, depending on the mood. Like most anyone else, I can see something or hear something and it just turns me on and there’s no getting past it till I get off on it. No, I’ve never explored myself there, might do some poking around in the shower when I’m getting myself clean, sure, but I don’t consider it a point of focus or regular self-pleasure, no. Does that make sense?”

“Sam, you talk too much, so do me a favor, please?”

“Sure.”

“Sam, eyes open, sleep.”

As Sam drifted, Kess gave him suggestions that would significantly decrease his apparent sensitivity to what she was going to do for him. She remembered how good it felt for her when he’d tongue lashed her senseless a few days prior and wanted to return the pleasure. It wasn’t an issue for her, or Mistress either for that matter, but it could be an issue for Sam until it was confronted and experienced. He’d then decide if it was something to include in his lifestyle by choice, and Kess and Mistress would obviously support his decision without hesitation.

She also made sure, based on his admission, that when he did build-up to the orgasm she knew would happen, he was to pull back and feed her every drop of his sweet thick delicious cream without wasting any of it. The emphatic nod she got as that suggestion took hold in his sleeping mind made her smile.

She told him to adjust his position, placing his rosebud within about an inch or so of her direct access. She palmed his balls softly with one hand and wrapped her thumb and middle finger around his cock with the other. She didn’t want to grip his cock, just make that “O” shape where she could just barely stroke it to draw out as much pleasure as possible even as she did some tongue work in that sensitive spot.

“Sam, wake up at your own slow pace, now.“

Coming back to his conscious awareness, Sam again looked down to see Kess still in the same place, so he leaned forward and looked back under between his legs, saw her wink, and then felt his mind short-circuit as she slid her tongue deep inside of him.

The urge to actually spurt off like a teenager didn’t happen like it did with that partner in the past, and Sam had no idea why. All he knew in those precious moments slipping by was how insanely good it felt as she serviced him in that manner. It was nearly impossible to focus on much of anything: not the soft palm gently squeezing his balls rhythmically, not the soft fingers that had such a curious effect on his incredibly stiff cock, and certainly not that soft wet tongue that was making it so difficult to think with every lick, stab, thrust, and swipe across his rosebud.

“Does this please you, Sam?” Kess asked in between licks.

“Oh, god yes, yes.”

“Good boy,” and she tongue-fucked him deep, held her tongue in place, and then just began to piston it in and out again and again over and over as Sam whimpered and groaned at the sensations she was causing him to feel.

In a flash of memory, he remembered that partner, realized something was missing from this mutural experience. Sam leaned forward, hooked his arms around the backs of Kess’ knees, folded her tight fit frame back on itself and decided to do some tongue-fucking of his own.

It happened so fast Kess didn’t even realize it because she’d been so focused on his pleasure. When Sam’s tongue pierced her rosebud, she screamed even with her tongue still in his. They developed a rhythm of in and out for each other that just felt good beyond words to explain the pleasure both began to experience.

A few minutes passed with Kess having at least three orgasms because of Sam’s work on her rosebud. Sam finally got that urge but he didn’t want to stop pleasuring her any more than she wanted to stop pleasuring him. The only thought that came to mind was to say out loud:

“Kess, feed.”

She realized what was about to happen, refocused, shifted slightly in order to get his delicious cock into her mouth, and then happily swallowed as much of him as she could. In her imagination, she thought of a brilliant coup de grâce and decided to make it a reality.

She very gently ran her right hand up under his balls, found his rosebud once again, and slid the index finger all the way inside—much to the delight of Sam considering how wildly he bucked at the insertion—and then hooked it slightly as the pad of her finger made gentle contact with his prostate gland and that was the ballgame for Sam.

If Kess, or Janine for that matter, could have been staring at his face they would have seen him eyes closed, mouth open, his stomach muscles completely tense, his throat somewhat distended and bloated as the veins could be clearly seen, and a basic inability to scream even in spite of desperately needing to do it.

His cock pulsed, once, twice, three times, and then Kess gently massaged that gland. He pulsed a fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and as she kept softly massaging it for an eighth, ninth, and tenth at which point she figured he wouldn’t be able to handle much more. He fed her his delicious cream mostly at first, several large spurts of it, which she happily swallowed.

As the pulsing calmed down, there wasn’t much cream provided but that was fine: she got exactly what she wanted as well as giving him that new experience they could hopefully build upon for the future.

Sam ended up collapsing just off to the right side of her legs after which she shifted her own position to face him once more.

“Hey, Sam,” she whispered.

His eyes opened so very slowly.

“yeah.”

She giggled: “You are delicious too.”

“thanks.”

“When do you have to be up?”

“class... at 2...” he barely could manage to say.

“I’ll set the alarm for 1, and I’m heading out after bathing and getting something to eat. Thank you for letting me make you feel good, but you need to sleep, Sam. Deep, deep sleep, deep sleep,” as she was saying those words, she was leaning into his ear speaking more and more softly as she did. By the time she got there right on his ear where he could feel her breath, her last soft whisper was:

“Sleepy baby, sleep for me.”

And he did.

She’d read that line, that suggestion, in a story someplace in the recent past and thought it was just fucking hot because it is fucking hot. Now that she and Mistress had a sleepy boy, a sleepy baby, of their own it seemed perfectly appropriate to use it. Sam apparently was happy with it because he responded to it instantly, sinking into the mattress with a sigh.

As she slid off the bed she stood and stretched as high as she could. She felt absolutely amazing, and seriously wet too. Off to the bathroom where she did her customary sponge bath, a little primping in the mirror, checking everything, good to go, then back into the bedroom seeing Sam sleeping so peacefully. She dressed quickly without making much sound, not that he’d be waking up anytime soon. One last check that the alarm clock was set properly and she was done.

She opened the door and didn’t even notice Janine there on the loveseat, but the lighting in the living room wasn’t all that great to begin with. Upon entering the kitchen, she saw the scribble pad on the table, read what it said, glanced at the clock on the stove—10:43 AM—and realized she was missing something. She went back into the living room and that time noticed Janine’s hair just barely against the colored wrap.

She walked over, kneeled down and touched Janine’s face softly.

“Mistress? Mistress, wake up please. Mistress?”

Janine opened her eyes very slowly, barely moving at all.

“Mistress, are you OK?”

“I’m fine, Kess, really, just... exhausted.”

“What happened, did something happen?” Kess asked, stroking her face some more.

“Kess, I love you, girl, really, but I am honestly fine. I give you my word: right here, right now at this moment, I feel better than I have ever felt in my entire life. I’ll explain everything to you later. Get... class, ’ll see you... when...” and Janine went silent as sleep claimed her once more.

Kess was honestly worried that something must have happened, that much was pretty obvious, but she wasn’t ready to disturb her a second time. She went and made something to eat, peeked in on Sam one last time, and then gave Mistress one soft kiss on the forehead and was out the door by 11 as planned. She called Janine’s office on the way across the campus, passed along the message, and knew it was going to be a great day.

Her body moved softly across the carpet, sure of her footing in her own home. As she approached the door to the bedroom, she sighed and hoped he was actually still there. She pushed the door open slowly, saw the body that wasn’t Kess, and shivered from head to toe.

Taking the few steps to the side of the bed, she reached for the alarm clocked and silenced the alarm. She leaned over to the body on the bed and whispered:

“Stay asleep until I command you to awaken.”

A soft sigh from the body was enough confirmation for that moment.

The sheet and comforter were pulled back, exposing the body on the bed, and once again she took note of the still somewhat erect cock attached to that body. She realized the body had been through quite a bit of sexual activity the past few days but that wasn’t on her menu for this particular coupling. Soon enough she would feast on that delicious cream once more, and also enjoy that cock deep inside her various ports of entry.

She climbed onto the bed and straddled the body on it. She placed herself above the shoulders, and felt the slow exhale of that body’s breath across her glistening wet sex. She remembered how good it felt when that body had earlier blown the same breath directly on her sex and just how insanely pleasurable it was.

That was not something anyone had ever done to her body previously. It was so simple yet so incredibly powerful it would not soon be forgotten.

As she gazed down on the sleeping face underneath her, she knew on some level that he knew she was there even in spite of the command she’d just given. She felt confident that he would obey her, especially once she awakened him.

She reached down and gently began stroking her fingers through his hair, the fingernails lightly grazing the scalp from the top of the forehead back. The head attached to the body reacted to her touch as expected, and a slight lifting of the chin was noted as the body offered a soft gasp at her touch.

Everything as planned, everything as expected, and now everything would begin.

“D, wake up,” she said softly, continuing to stroke him in that manner which was just another part of the plan.

After all, consistency was the key to conditioning someone to gain the desired response.

The eyes opened slowly, and the body reacted as expected at the realization of where it was and the pleasant sensation of the fingernails as they continued to graze the scalp.

‘That feels so good, Janine.”

The fingernails shifted, the fingers tightened, and a firm grip took a large portion of the hair on the head of the body and pushed it back into the mattress. As the head yanked back quite forcefully, the eyes went wide, also as expected, and the mouth uttered one word:

“Janine?”

“No.”

The mouth on the body now went wide as well as the final realization attached itself. The hand gripping the hair released and went back to the slow gentle activity as the fingernails dragged the scalp again, eliciting goosebumps

and a very slight shiver and tremble from the body that she could feel on the insides of her thighs.

“You may call me DJ. I need you to do something for me, D.”

All he could do was gasp out one soft word:

“anything.”

With that voiced, she then quickly darted her left hand down across her left thigh, slid it behind his neck carefully, pulled it back, gripped, and in one smooth motion she squeezed tightly and pulled his neck up off the mattress even as she raked her fingernails back from the forehead into his hair roughly to create a seriously deep anchor as she commanded:

“Suck.”

D, having been pretty dominant during his entire existence, suddenly found himself whimpering as he slipped into a trance he never considered possible.

The squeeze on his neck relaxed his body and mind, the fingernails on his scalp pushed all his thoughts out of his now practically empty mind, and his tongue and mouth were engulfed in the pussy that owned him instantly.

“Turnabout is fair play,” DJ said softly as she enjoyed the fact D had just surrendered to her to very large degrees. She took him exactly as she’d wanted to take him, and that was that. He had conditioned and programmed her for his pleasure, now she would condition and program him for hers.

“Suck.”

D stared into the eyes of ‘Dark’ Janine, helpless to resist. His tongue licked and lapped at her delicious pussy as his mind drifted off somewhere even he couldn’t reach. His lips sucked and she fed him her own cream for his efforts and he wasted nary a drop.

One soft squeeze, one slow deep rake of the fingernails, and one final utterance:

“Good boy.”

While he wasn’t really aware of it on any level he could appreciate at that moment, D came, and as his cock pulsed and throbbed he fired off almost a dozen spurts across his belly. The first one actually had such force it landed on DJ’s lower back and she gasped at the sensation knowing that it was the physical embodiment of D’s final surrender.

‘Dark’ Janine fucked D’s face for a good long while as she squeezed, stroked, and whispered to him the entire time.