The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As soon as Becca saw him walk in, she felt a groan building in her chest. As a waitress, Becca was used to the occasional leering gaze or clumsy come-on or even outright crushes from customers, but none so unbearably as Cam. Every Thursday night, right at 6PM on the dot. He always insisted on sitting in Becca’s section, always stared openly at Becca’s chest, and always had one more beer than Becca felt comfortable serving him.

One time, Becca had asked the server not to sit him in her section, so the hostess had told him that her section was full. He had insisted on waiting as long as necessary so that he could sit in her section. After an hour of waiting, Becca had come back from the kitchen to find that Cam had actually seated himself in her section, apparently without the knowledge of the hostess.

Becca had tried to be less-cordial. She had stopped smiling at him. She had even been downright rude. But Cam was apparently not here for her personality. No matter how rude she was, he never stopped being excited to see her or her chest. And he never failed to show up right on time.

Cam was seated in her section, probably on his usual insistence. He waited patiently, the menu unopened on the table. He always ordered the same thing and Becca knew that he wasn’t there for the food in the first place.

Becca smiled warmly at the customers she was already with, approached Cam’s table, and did her best to remove any semblance of smile from her face. He wasn’t looking at her face as she approached, so Becca partly wondered why she bothered at all.

“Good evening,” Becca said plainly.

“Helllllo lovely,” Cam said, his eyes sweeping up to her face. Becca shivered slightly under his leer.

“I’m Becca, I’ll be your waitress tonight,” Becca said, letting rehearsal take over and to get her through. As she rattled off the specials, Cam’s eyes fell down towards her skirt. Part of the uniform of the restaurant was a knee-length black skirt. Becca’s actually fell a few inches below her knees, but that didn’t stop Cam from trying to peek under the covers.

“And are you on the menu tonight?” Cam said as Becca finished.

“No, and for the last time I’m going to have to…”

“I know, I know,” Cam said, lifting his hands into the air. “Harmless teasing, that’s all.” Becca had delivered her “for the last time” warning enough times that they both knew it was nothing more than hot air, but it at least broke Cam’s concentration on her skirt.

Cam rattled off the order, but Becca already knew what he wanted. It was already written on her pad. She turned from the table and walked to the kitchen, fully knowing that Cam was watching her ass as she left. At least he was a good tipper.

Becca dodged Cam as much as she could manage, but still she had to deliver his drink, give him the restaurant-mandated 5-minute heads-up before his food was ready, and finally bring him his plate. Cam was seated at a booth, but Becca found that when she brought him his food he had scooted further into the seat. He was obviously hoping she’d lean over to deliver the plate. It didn’t seem to matter that Becca’s shirt buttons weren’t undone enough to give him any sort of view.

Becca put a knee on the booth’s seat, so she wouldn’t have to lean too much. Still, she was tall enough that she had to bend slightly to place the plate on the table. Just as she was congratulating herself on bending without showing him any chest, Becca heard a sort of spraying noise and a powerful aroma struck her. The plate actually slipped out of her fingers, clattering loudly to the table, but she was barely aware of it. Everything suddenly seemed far away and if Becca was capable of thought, she might have thought the words “out of body”.

“You want to suck my dick,” Cam’s voice informed her through the haze. “More than anything else in the world.”

Then, the world seemed to snap back into focus. The aroma was gone and she was just kneeling on the booth. Becca became aware that she had dropped the plate on the table. Some fries had fallen off.

“I… uh… did you say something?” Becca asked, trying to regain her bearings.

“I said thank you,” Cam said. “Are you alright, beautiful?”

“Don’t call me that,” Becca said, but she knew her instinctive response lacked her normal conviction. “And… I’m fine.” She was now sure of where she was. She was also sure who she was with—Sir leers-a-lot.

“Is there anything else?” Becca snapped.

“Can I get another beer?” Cam asked.

“Yeah,” Becca said, then marched to the bar.

What had happened? Why had she lost her head so suddenly? And why did it have to be with Cam, the guy that she would least want to be out of her senses around? She could practically hear his dick spring up whenever she was around. What a creep. What a creep with his big, hard creep dick. She hated him and that big, full dick.

Becca snapped to attention and realized that the bartender had asked what she needed.

“Sorry, another beer please,” Becca said.

The rest of the night went without incident. She had some trouble focusing, but nothing so bad as she had experienced earlier. She was just a bit spacey.

Cam left her a generous tip, as always. It was only fair, of course, because Becca knew that he was going to be jerking off to the thought of her all night. His hand wrapped around that cock, thinking about her. Probably thinking about her on her knees, too. He probably envisioned her on her knees devouring that cock. What a creep.

Becca went home that night feeling more tired than normal. Physically, she was fine, but mentally she could barely stay on topic. Maybe Cam had bothered her more than normal this week. She just kept thinking about how much of a creep he was and how he probably wanted her to suck his dick.

Becca was doing community college in the days and working a handful of jobs in the nights. With a roommate, she was making things work. Still, her tiredness stuck around through class the next morning and all through her job the next night—this time as a bartender at a different restaurant. She was grateful that Cam didn’t know she was a bartender here. At this place, she was normally wearing a shirt than showed some midriff and a tad bit of cleavage—it helped get tips. If Cam knew that, he would definitely be there, drinking all night and imaging her on her knees, sucking his big full dick all night long. She could just picture all those fantasies he would have about her. Damn, she hated him.

She had another shift at the restaurant on Saturday and tried to do some homework. No matter how long she spent at her homework, however, she just could not focus. She was realizing that she was spending an awful lot of time focused on how much Cam probably wanted her to suck his dick. She knew that he just wanted it so bad and she could so perfectly picture those fantasies—his fantasies, of course. At one point, Becca snapped back to attention only to realize that she had been thinking about his fantasy of her sucking him off for about ten minutes—all the while sucking on her pen.

She gave up on doing homework and decided to stop by the restaurant. She had done a day shift, but still showed up around 6PM. She told the workers that she thought she had forgotten her purse, but if it wasn’t here then it must be somewhere else. Then she casually asked if there was anything interesting going on. Or any interesting customers. She did a glance through the restaurant on her way out, especially in her usual section, but there was nothing of note going on.

It was Sunday that it occurred to Becca to ask herself if maybe Cam’s fantasies of her sucking him off were so bad. After all, all guys had fantasies, right? And what guy would say no to a blowjob? It was a creep for leering at her, of course, and she still hated him, but the isolated fact that he wanted her to suck him off wasn’t all bad. It was natural.

From there, Becca asked herself if it was so bad of a fantasy for a girl, too. After all, girls could fantasize about whatever they wanted, couldn’t they? A guy could put a girl on her knees in a fantasy, so… was it so unrealistic that a girl could want something similar? Could that explain why Becca spent so much of her mental time imagining a belt buckle against her forehead?

Of course, the specific details of the daydream troubled her. Above all, she was troubled that it was Cam in her fantasy. She tried to replace him with other guys—Ryan Gosling for example—but it lacked the same sort of excitement. Was it because Becca hated Cam so much that made it exciting? Also, for good measure, she inserted into her fantasies the idea that she should be playing with herself while sucking. After all, it was her own fantasy, so she should get something from it, right? But after she fantasized for a while, she would often forget to add that detail. There was something so irresistible about the idea of a dick in her mouth—Cam’s dick in her mouth—that she just couldn’t remember anything else.

On Sunday night, she actually rubbed out an orgasm while thinking about sucking Cam’s dick. It was not her proudest moment. She also felt no more satisfied afterwards.

On Monday she had classes. Afterwards, she did her absolute best to push everything else out of her mind to focus on schoolwork. She stopped three times to masturbate again while thinking about sucking Cam off. She didn’t think it was helping her concentration at all, but she could barely stop herself. She stayed up very late forcing herself to finish her homework.

Tuesday she didn’t have classes, but she did have two shifts of work. During the day she manned a cash register at a local convenience store—which gave her mind plenty of time to wander to thoughts of delicious dicks on otherwise-questionable men. During night, she did a shift as a bartender. She broke three glasses before telling her manager that she wasn’t feeling well and going home. She made it halfway home before pulling over, shoving her fingers from one hand in her mouth to suck on and rubbing out a desperate orgasm with her other hand. She repeated the act frequently while she laid in bed, sleep escaping her until early in the morning.

Wednesday was better, but only because Becca woke up with the thought that she was going to see Cam the next day. She attended class in a giddy mood, worked a shift at the bar in the same spirit of joviality, and apologized to her boss for having to go home the previous night. Her boss, taken back by her excitement, was very forgiving. Also, her excitement and enthusiasm seemed to mesh well with her mostly-male customer base. She left with more tips than any other night—despite it being a slower night to work. She found it hard to care, though. The next day she would see Cam. Just knowing that she was a minute closer to that delicious, suckable cock made the whole day bearable. It occurred to Becca that she didn’t even really know what Cam’s dick looked like. Then, with a giggle, she thought that maybe never would. If his pants came down, that cock would disappear into her mouth so fast that she would never get a glimpse of it. She giggled a lot at this thought, masturbated in the bathroom at work, and went home.

Becca found it harder to concentrate on Thursday, but this time because she was starting to become afraid. There were so many things that could go wrong. What if Cam didn’t show? What if all of her constant rudeness had finally pushed him away? She really shouldn’t have been so rude to him, after all. And, of course, what if just being closer to that glorious cock wasn’t enough for Becca? What if she wanted to suck it and gag on it and swallow everything but he never took it out for her? Could she go through another week like this?

It was a ridiculous idea, of course. Becca knew how much Cam wanted her. He wouldn’t say no to her. But that implied that Becca was asking him if he wanted it and she just didn’t know how she could do that. How do you ask a creep that you’ve avoided for six months that now you want to suck his dick? The act was probably a simple one, but it would involve setting aside a lot of pride.

Becca retained nothing from her classes that day.

She spent most of the afternoon perpetually masturbating, thinking, dreaming, and obsessing about sucking on Cam’s lovely cock. She wasn’t sure when exactly she had decided to act on these fantasies, but now the idea of not sucking Cam’s dick was too horrifying to give much thought.

Becca spent a lot of time on her makeup and hair. She ate a light dinner, wanting to look thin and sexy. She dressed for work, but made a few tweaks to her normal outfit. She folded her skirt twice at the top to shorten the length, now creeping up her thighs. She left an extra button undone. Her naturally full breasts did the rest of the work in making cleavage. She wanted there to be no chance that Cam would say no to her rather off-the-wall proposal.

Becca showed up at work early. Several coworkers gave her surprised expressions, but she brushed past them all. She worked efficiently, wanting to ensure that she had little work to do at any of her other tables when Cam walked in. She wanted to be able to give him all of her attention. Becca’s eyes frequently remained on the door or on the clock, willing 6PM to get closer and dreading the mere possibility that he might not show. She knew that normally she was wishing that he wouldn’t show, but that was past now. That was before she realized how suckable that cock of his was. He was still gross and she hated him, but that cock made it all worth it.

He showed up at 5:50. It was the first time he’d been early. She practically squealed when she saw him. She found that her eyes were searching for any sort of bulge in his pants—any promise of what he had to feed to her. If she couldn’t see it right now, she would just wait until he got a good look at her. She was sure something tasty would spring up.

Cam was seated in her section and waited patiently at his table. Becca tried her best not to look like she was rushing to him. She probably failed.

Cam’s eyes fell on her and his eyes bulged. “Oh wow! You look great.”

“Thanks,” Becca smiled. Ordinarily she would hate how he leered at her body, but now she only cared that he could see enough of her to really get him hard and ready. Anything to give her something to wrap her lips around—hell, to wrap her tonsils around. She decided to leave behind all semblance of chastity. She battered her eyes at him, gave the briefest glance down at the menu, then asked, “Do you see anything you like?”

“I see plenty,” Cam grinned. He was staring at her tits, proudly displayed by her cleavage. She leaned forward, giving him a better view. Her mouth was watering, thinking about how hard his dick must be.

She still hated him, of course. He was a creep. But his cock must be so hard, thick, and delicious right now.

She gave a brief glance around, dropped her voice, and said, “Well how about I take you out back and really show you the specials?” She knew as soon as she said it that it was a bad line from a cheap porno, but she didn’t care. She didn’t think that he would mind.

Cam looked again at her tits, then up at her face. He pulled from his pocket a small piece of paper and set it on the counter.

“This is my place. How about you come here after your shift?”

“Ok,” Becca glowed. She had expected a quick suck-off in the alley behind the restaurant. This way, however, she could really take her time and enjoy it.

“My phone number is there too. Text me when you’re on your way,” Cam said. “And I think I’m going to pass on dinner tonight.”

Becca picked up the paper like it was a sacred script and pressed it against her cleavage. “Thank you,” she gushed.

Cam had an odd expression pass over his face, midway between amusement and curiosity. “For what?” he asked.

“For letting me suck your cock,” Becca said, surprised that she had to explain.

“Ah,” Cam said. “You’re quite welcome.” He paused, his eyes sharpened and he added, “To say give a proper thank you, can you try to do a really good job?”

“Oh of course,” Becca nodded vigorously. She removed the paper from her chest so her tits would jiggle just a little as she nodded. “I will do such a good job.”

Cam left the restaurant. Becca was at first convinced that she would last the rest of the shift, but she quickly gave up that idea. She had two different slips, where she accidentally told customers “How’s the dick taste?” and “The meat is nice, hard, and juicy. You can just stuff it all at once in your mouth.” After that, she realized that she was going to have a problem thinking about anything else. She told her boss that she wasn’t feeling well and thought that she might be about to get sick. That was the miracle phrase to use in a restaurant, where a sick waitress might mean news headlines. She was sent home. She had made it 45 minutes after Cam left.

She pulled up her phone, grabbed the piece of paper, and went to text Cam. But every time she started to type, she found that she could barely think of what she wanted to say. Her mind kept going blank, instead filling with the image of her on her knees, gobbling his dick. Any other thought was impossible.

Finally, frustrated, she pulled her skirt up, buried her fingers in her pussy, and shoved her other fingers in her mouth. She sucked hard, envisioned what it would be like to have Cam cum in her mouth, and got her orgasm almost immediately. With a little more clarity of mind but no less desire, she was able to parse together the message: “I left work early. I’m coming now. You’ll be cumming soon. :)”. She could probably do better, but not in her current state of mind. She mapped her way to his house and barely touched the brake the whole way there.

Becca paused for barely a second after arriving to check her hair and makeup in the mirror. Then, she hurried to the front door. Her mouth was watering and she felt like her whole life had been leading up to this one glorious moment. She had never wanted anything more than that cock in her throat.

She knocked on the door, then forced herself to take a breath. She put on what she hoped was a seductive smile and quickly unbuttoned another button of her shirt. She gave a tug so that her tits were really popping out, then the door opened.

“Hi,” Cam said awkwardly, leering at her. Becca let him undress her with his eyes—she had done a lot of that work already anyways. She still didn’t like him. She still found him repulsive, gross, and annoying. But she hoped that his dick was so stiff so that she could really get it deep in her throat.

“Can I come in?” Becca asked after a moment.

“Yes, please,” Cam said. He stepped aside and Becca walked in.

Almost as soon as the door closed, Becca moved close and reached for his pants. She had waited so long and didn’t think she could wait a single second more without having that cock in her mouth. She also never considered for a moment that the man who had beer leering at her for six months would wait a second before putting her on her knees.

“Wait,” Cam said. Becca froze, partially just in shock. “A couple things first.”

Becca opened her mouth, not sure what was going to come out. She was unsurprised, however, when she said, “I promise, I’ll do a really good job. I just want it in my mouth and then I promise, I’ll blow your fucking mind.”

“I know,” Cam said, “but I want you naked.”

Becca realized that she had done a lot to get him hard, but had completely forgotten the visual aspect when she had finally gotten inside. Part of her didn’t want to show him any more. Wouldn’t he have enough fun just getting his dick sucked? Why did he need to see all of her? On the other hand, she had come this far. Was it really that much different sucking his dick while coming out of her uniform rather than naked? There was, but Becca also realized that every moment spent fighting this, either with herself or with him, was another moment not spent sucking him off.

She gave a sweet smile and said, “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” She undid the rest of her shirt, briefly congratulated herself that she had thought to wear matching underwear, and stripped off the skirt. She took a moment to spin around in her black underwear, giving Cam a nice view, and then unbuckled her bra and slipped off her panties.

“Holy fuck,” Cam said, admiring her body. She resisted throwing herself down on her knees, telling herself that the harder he got the more fun it would be to suck him. She didn’t like that he was seeing her like this, but she would do just about anything just for permission to get down on her knees. If a view of her tits was what it took, that was a small price to pay.

“Now, where were we?” Becca purred, beginning to drop down.

“One more thing,” Cam said. Becca resisted the urge to groan in frustration.

“Yes?” Becca said, trying to keep her voice sweet.

“I’m going to take some pictures of you while you’re down there,” Cam said, very matter-of-factly. “Maybe a video too.”

“What?” Becca said, barely registering the words. Surely she was misunderstanding him.

“I want to prove to my friends that I got sucked off by the waitress with the fantastic tits,” Cam said.

“You… are you serious?” Becca said. She was torn. The humiliation of being turned into porn was combating the desperation to suck his cock. Amidst it all was the shock of his audacity, to suggest such a thing in the first place. Not just take pictures or video, but for the express purpose of sharing with his friends. She wondered if she had served them at the restaurant or at the bar. Would they see her? Be thinking about the pictures? The videos? Would she ever know these people were the ones that had seen her like that?

“Absolutely,” Cam said.

“No,” Becca said. “Isn’t… isn’t this enough?” She gestured down to her naked body. “Can’t I just suck your dick, naked, blow your mind, and that be enough?”

“No,” Cam said. He shrugged and added, “This was your idea. So if you really want to suck me off, we do it my way.” He paused, gave an evil half-smile, and added, “Or you can get dressed and leave. Up to you.”

Becca had a moment of panic. Could she do that? Could she really have come this far, obsessed this much, gotten completely undressed, gotten so close to actually sucking him like she had fantasized about, only to leave? Becca didn’t think she had that much willpower. She wanted it too much.

“Ok,” Becca said softly. “Whatever you want. Just… please… please can I suck it? I want it so much. I don’t know if I can wait any more. I just… ohhh I need it.” She was getting frantic and Cam seemed to know it.

“Shhhh shhh. Fine. Fine. Go ahead,” Cam said.

“Oh thank you,” Becca said, dropping down. Her hands clawed at his belt. She barely had enough mental acuity to force her fingers around it and pull. Luckily, Cam was willing to help her. He reached down and unbuckled it. As he opened the belt, it smacked Becca across the cheek. She barely noticed. She was breathing heavily in anticipation. Her mouth was hanging open and she realized for just a second that she was actually drooling. His pants slid down and she forgot all about her drool. A needy, unconscious moan erupted from deep inside Becca. Cam pulled down his underwear and IT emerged. Becca squealed with delight, open her mouth, and impaled her face on him.

She gagged almost immediately. It occurred to her only once his dick was actually in her mouth that she had barely given a blowjob before. She had given a hand job with some licking, but never truly sucked a dick. She was a hot girl with big tits. Guys liked to fuck her and most of the time she could just sit there, take it, and still get hers. But this… this was new. With that thought came two realizations.

The first was that she needed to do it well. She had promised to blow his mind. If she didn’t, he might not let her do this again. She needed to suck like a vacuum cleaner.

The second thought was that this was better than anything else on Earth. Even with the cock blocking her air and making her gag, the feeling of a cock in her mouth was simply heaven. She had never felt such empowerment and desperate, eager pleasure. She had to earn the right to do this more.

So she went to work. Ignoring her own gagging, she kept the dick deep into her throat for another few seconds, showing her commitment. Then, leaving plenty of spit on his shaft, she eased off slowly. She flicked her tongue across the bottom of his cock as she moved, hoping that it felt great. Then, she reversed, digging the lovely dick back into her mouth. She sucked, at first gently, then rapidly increasing.

For a moment, there was too much. There was a cock too deep, she was sucking too hard, it was too hard to breathe, and it was all too unfamiliar. Then, she scolded herself and told herself that this was what she was waiting for. She needed to do it right.

She sucked harder, then thrust forward. She buried her nose in his belly. Again, she was gagging, but didn’t care. She looked up, struggling to keep the cock buried and also see Cam. It took a moment, but she was able to see him without releasing the dick from her throat.

Cam was holding his camera, recording her. His face was an odd blend of amusement, determination, lust, and pleasure.

Becca released slowly, letting the cock slide across her lips until she was at the head. She let it go with a “pop” noise, then grinned up at Cam and the camera.

“Do you like that?” Becca asked. Then she put her lips back on the dick, eager to get sucking again.

“Get a rhythm going,” Cam commanded almost immediately. “Jerk me off with your face.”

Becca obeyed, opening up her mouth and beginning to set a pace. She slid the cock to her throat, then let her lips slide back to the tip. Then she reversed, diving back down. She repeated, feeling her throat loosen with each plunge. She picked up speed as she went, throwing her face against his dick and back again.

At one point, Becca reached up to place a hand on his cock to help. Cam immediately grabbed the hand and tossed it aside.

“Don’t be lazy,” Cam ordered. “Suck it like a real slut.” Becca was aware that she should be offended by the language, but couldn’t quite bring herself to feel it. She was too distracted by the joy of the blowjob. Also, she had thrown herself at a man at her restaurant, begging to suck his dick and agreeing to be recorded doing so. Was “slut” so inappropriate right now? She didn’t even care. She just sucked. She even tucked both her hands behind her back, so she wouldn’t be tempted to use her hands again.

Becca got into a good rhythm. She pulsed her suction on his dick. Her tongue danced across him. Her neck strained, but she powered through it. Becca was amazed how much she wanted to suck him, even as she was doing so. Time seemed to disappear. She was only engrossed in the act of sucking dick—Cameron’s dick. She relished it. It was glory.

She didn’t know how long she had been sucking when she became aware that Cam was behaving differently. She could hear his breathing. She could feel his cock quivering in her mouth. She realized that it was coming a fraction of a second before her mouth suddenly filled with cum.

She broke rhythm only for a second. Then, she sucked hard and began thrusting deep, demanding the cum fill her mouth and throat. She pumped it out of him with her face. She swallowed, then sucked, then swallowed again. Even after it was done, Becca couldn’t bring herself to release his cock from her mouth. She sucked gently, letting it grow softer between her lips. Her tongue danced around him. She began to be afraid that she would have to stop sucking soon. She didn’t want to ever be doing anything else.

Finally, well after Cam’s orgasm, he reached down and pull a gentle hand on her forehead. He pushed her back. Becca leaned forward, trying to keep the cock in her mouth as long as possible. Finally, it popped out of her mouth.

“Nooooo,” Becca moaned. “Moooore.”

“Hold on,” Cam said. He stepped away, leaving Becca on her knees with the taste of his cum on her lips. Becca was rapidly doing the math to see how long she would have to wait until she could suck him off again. Days? A week? Maybe she could convince him to let her do it again before she left tonight. They had a few hours left in the evening.

Cam returned and Becca looked up. She saw a small, black device in her hand. For a moment, she thought it was a breath spray. Then, he pressed the top and it hit Becca in the face. There was the aroma and the world dropped away again.

“You want to be my sexual plaything,” Cam’s voice told her. “To fulfill my fantasies. More than anything else in the world.”

Then, the world slowly returned to her. Becca found herself naked, kneeling on Cam’s floor. She had just sucked him off—this man that a week ago she had barely tolerating being around.

“Wh… what happened?” Becca asked.

“You sucked me off,” Cam said. “And it wasn’t half bad, too.” He smiled, perhaps cruelly, down at her.

She knew that, of course, but it didn’t make sense. She hated him. Why the fuck had she just sucked him off? “Why?” she said.

“Because you wanted to,” Cam said.

Becca looked down at the device still in Cam’s hand. “You… you did something,” she said.

“Yes, I did,” Cam nodded.

“How?” Becca said. She was still in shock. How had she come so far so quickly? She was completely naked for a man that she despised. And he… he had recorded her, hadn’t he? Becca filled with despair.

“A special pheromone,” Cam said. “Really, I don’t want to explain it all. But I can tell you what you want. Unfortunately, you don’t seem to retain the last change when I give you a new one. So… welcome back to your mind. For a little while.”

“A little while?” Becca repeated.

“Yes,” Cam nodded. “I just told you what to want again. Give it some time.”

“No… no, no, no.”

Cam shrugged. “I promise you, Becca, I will never do anything that you don’t want to do. But when you want something and I want something… well… that’s just two adults having fun.”

“You’re sick,” she hissed. “I hate you.”

“I know,” Cam said. “You made no attempt to hide that. For a long time. But you have tormented my fantasies for a long time. Now, I’m going to enjoy you.” He smiled, looked down at her body again, and then turned away. “You can get dressed. I know you’ll be back.”

Becca resisted the urge to stand and lash out at him, but the fact that she was naked, with the taste of his cock still on her tongue, stopped her. It shocked her once again into stillness. If he could get her to do this, what else could he get her to do? And if she lashed out and gave him a reason to push her further, would she just be burying herself under further ill treatment?

Cam stepped out of the room. Becca looked down, feeling a sense of hopelessness. She was powerless. She was at his mercy. Some part of her—some ominous part—didn’t entirely hate the idea. It was then that Becca decided to run. She quickly dressed, finding later that she didn’t button her top right. She threw herself our of the house, hurrying to her car. Despite the hatred in her heart for Cam, she worried that if she stayed longer she would end up finding out what he had done to her in a bad way.

She drove home. Only once she was home and lying in bed did she realize that she didn’t feel much fear. In fact, at the very edges of her consciousness, she was a little bit excited.

Becca pushed Cam out of her mind. She went to class. She went to her bartender job. She did her best to think about anything else in the world but her time with Cam. She was tired, which helped her keep her mind from dwelling on anything.

It was only once she was laying in bed, almost a full day after, that Becca’s mind landed on Cam and her ordeal at his house. She had been so desperate for his cock. She had sucked and sucked. He must have wanted a blowjob from her really, really bad. He must have fantasized about it for a long time. And last night, she had fulfilled that fantasy. Some part of her felt a thrill at that thought. She knew that she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t stop from feeling it.

As she tried to force herself to sleep, she couldn’t stop from wondering what else he would have her do. If he really had programmed her to want something, what was it this time? Was fantasy would he have her fulfill? She envisioned herself tied up and spanked. She imagined garters, lace, chokers, ball gags, cuffs, and anything else. Again, there was a thrill that she couldn’t quite suppress. All those fantasies. All those possibilities. Which hole would he stuff next? Becca was aware that two of her holes were very wet. Her pussy was dripping and her mouth was watering.

She didn’t sleep that night as much as she drifted from one fantasy to the next. She wondered which twisted, depraved, delightful fantasy she would fulfill for him next. She hated him. But she could not bring herself to hate the fantasies. They were too… exciting? Enticing? Desirable?

Finally, at 5AM or so, Becca gave up trying to resist and masturbated. She envisioned herself doing all sorts of fucked up shit for Cam and she came fast. Just as before, she felt no less desire, but at least it helped her drift off to sleep. Just before exhaustion overcame her, Becca found words popping into her mind:

“His toy.”

“His plaything.”

Then she slept and dreamt.

Masturbation became a problem. She could barely work for a half hour or so before needing to excuse herself to the bathroom to rub one out. Mostly, this was because she kept dreaming up new twisted fantasies. Schoolgirl outfits and being fucked in the throat on a desk, French maid outfits and being fucked in the ass in the kitchen, wearing nothing but rope and being tied to a fuck-machine and left for hours for his pleasure. Each one was more thrilling than the last.

In the end, however, one desire elevated above everything else: to know which one he wanted. The longer Becca went, the less she cared about doing kinky shit, but wanting to know the specific kinky shit that Cam liked. She told herself that she wanted to know so that she could watch out for however he had programmed her, but some part of her knew that was a lie.

She wanted to be used. And she knew she shouldn’t want it, but she did. And she got herself off twice an hour fantasizing about being used.

The question was growing in her mind: Why was she just fantasizing?

Of course, she knew that her desires were from him, but that didn’t stop her from wanting what she wanted. Why shouldn’t she act on it? What Cam had said was right: it was two consenting adults. And she so wanted to consent.

It wasn’t just that she wanted sex. She wanted to be used. She wanted to be played with. She wanted to be demeaned in every way that he wanted to demean her.

Becca wanted it badly.

Sunday morning, Cam texted her a video. It was Becca on her knees, happily gobbling his cock down her throat. Becca moaned as she watched it. Then, she masturbated while she watched it, knowing that she was fulfilling his fantasy. How long had he watched her in the restaurant and imagined her down there on her knees? And here was proof that she had fulfilled that fantasy. Becca got herself off before the 60-second video finished. Then she restarted it and got off again.

Of course, nothing was “out of her system”. She wanted it just as badly, even if she could think just a little bit clearer. She rewatched the video, this time watching herself. Even in the small screen on her phone, Becca could see the delight in her own face. She wasn’t doing anything that she wasn’t adoring. She had literally begged to suck that cock. So what if he had told her to want it? She had wanted it. Desperately.

In fact, there was some part of her that didn’t mind at all being prompted. He was making her what he wanted her to be. And wasn’t that kind of… kind of hot? To be made into what he wanted? The thought made Becca dripping wet. She didn’t care anymore if these desires were her own. She wanted to be made into his fantasy. Into his toy.

She was getting off for her fifth time that morning when Cam texted her again. This time, no video, but seven words that filled his mind with animal lust: “I have more ideas if you’re ready.”

Becca stopped herself for just a moment—one final echo of her past self—before she texted back: “Tell me.”

And he did.

Becca’s hand never left her pussy while text after text of fantasies arrived in her phone. The secretary with only stockings getting drilled from every angle on a desk—bonus points if she’s fucking to keep her job. Becca’s head off the edge of the bed, fucked in the face while he slapped her tits. Becca brought just to the edge of orgasm, then left to beg for it, try to earn it, and continue to be edged for hours. Superheroines defiled. Policewomen bound. Leashes. Ropes. And more.

Some of them Becca had gotten right. They both thought that Becca would look great as a schoolgirl getting fucked in the throat. Others were new, but delightful.

After several minutes, the texts slowed, apparently as Cam ran out of fantasies he wanted to try. Not one had made Becca feel anything but glee.

She texted back: “Which one first?”

Becca went shopping. She visited stores she had never knew existed before, looking for outfits and toys that she had never in a million years thought she would get. But “before” didn’t matter anymore. Fulfilling Cam’s fantasies was what mattered and she was going to fulfill each and every one of them. She quickly dipped into her savings. What she couldn’t find in person, she ordered online.

Then, she floored it to Cam’s house.

Cam was waiting at the door for her. He watched her carry the seven large shopping bags up to his door. Becca was partly annoyed that he didn’t offer to help, but she was more focused on which fantasy he would want to do first. She was going to blow his mind.

The door had barely closed behind her when his lips were on hers, greedy and presumptuous and perfect. His hands grabbed at her, clasping her tit and ass and burrowing his fingertips into each. He gave each a sharp slap, then began tearing away at her clothes.

Becca was wearing sexy lace for him—the specific lingerie set that he had sent her so she would know how to best fulfill his fantasy. It had plenty of uncomfortable straps, garters, and clasps, but Becca knowing that it was what he wanted—what he had dreamt about—made it all worth it.

She hit her knees, opened wide, and sucked again. She thought she had fulfilled this fantasy, but she also realized that that didn’t matter. If it was still Cam’s fantasy, it was still what she wanted to do. He only fucked her face for a few pumps before changing his mind. He filled his hand full of Becca’s hair, clasped, and then pulled his cock out of her mouth. He began walking, dragging her along. She hurried to crawl after him.

He pulled her to his bedroom. He pushed her down onto his bed, spanked her ass several times—she felt pain, but not as much as she felt pleasure—and then pulled her panties down. Becca was on her belly, so she wasn’t sure which hole he was going for. She spread her legs, allowing access no matter what he wanted. He chose her ass.

Becca had never been fucked in the ass before. It hurt and Cam wasn’t nice, but none of that mattered. Cam wanted to fuck a girl in the ass—at least five of the fantasies that he had provided her involved this—and she was going to see to it that he was going to get what he wanted. Cam reached up and grabbed hold of her hair again, yanking her head backward.

“Yes!” Becca cried out. “More! Fuck my ass more! Hard! Oh fuck me soooo hard! More! More! More!” She cried out for more, but not just more fucking in that one hole. More filth. More fantasies. More ways to please him. More ways to please her. The word “more” poured out of her mouth freely, the purest expression of her inner desires and bellowed in absolute sincerity. “More!!!”

It wasn’t long before he wanted her pussy. He flipped her over, drilled into her pussy, and slapped her big tits while he fucked her. This was about all he could handle and soon he pulled out, ordered her down onto the ground, and sprayed her face with cum. She smiled as it rained down on her, knowing that he had always wanted to do this and now he was getting his chance.

Cam was hungry after spraying her. He went to go make himself a sandwich, which gave Becca a chance to clean herself up, redo her makeup, and select one of the outfits to fulfill fantasies. She chose the schoolgirl one, then presented herself in the kitchen.

“Woah,” Cam said, sandwich in-hand.

“I’m glad you like it,” Becca smiled seductively. She walked across the kitchen slow, letting the tiny pleated skirt show off her long legs. “Now, if I remember correctly, I’ve been a very bad girl and I need taught a very important lesson.” She was sure that she had remembered correctly. She had memorized each fantasy he had texted her.

“Yeah, but I need a minute,” Cam said with a laugh.

Becca arrived at Cam’s place in the kitchen and let her hands explore. They flicked at his beltline, knowing that with a little coercion she would have something to suck on again.

“Are you sure?” Becca said. “Maybe I could just entertain you a little bit while you get back your energy.”

Cam looked at her face, then at her very full tits popping out of a tiny button-up shirt, and shrugged. “Get to it, bitch.”

Becca dropped to her knees, unbuckled him, and began to suck. She thought that with a little more practice, she could be getting really good at this. He quickly grew hard again. Becca realized that she was being recorded again, but didn’t mind so much this time. That was obviously a fantasy of his, so she was only happy to submit to video. Hell, she wished he had recorded the cumshot from earlier, too. If he wanted to show his friends how he used his fucktoy, she wanted him to have everything he needed to do it.

He finished his sandwich, let her suck him back to full mast again, and then put her on the island in the middle of the kitchen. He stayed with her mouth, leaning her head off the counter and drilling into her throat. He filled his greedy hands with her tits while he fucked her pretty face.

Only then, with his dick blocking air, his hands taking what he wanted from her body, and dressed up in this ridiculous outfit, did Becca realize that not once had she touched her own clit. She had forced herself to fantasize about rubbing herself off while blowing him, but when push had come to suck she had never actually considered doing it. Fucked in all three holes, she had never once thought about getting her own orgasm. Meanwhile, he was on his way to three.

Just as quickly as she realized that, she knew the answer why. Toys didn’t get orgasms. She wasn’t a girlfriend or even a fling. She was Cam’s living fuckdoll. She was aware that she should be shocked by that thought. She should hate him—although admittedly, she did still hate him from before, even as she wanted to fulfill his every fantasy and be his plaything. But all she wanted was to be that toy for him. She knew that he probably made her this way and made her want what she wanted, but that didn’t really matter. That just made her more of a fucktoy for him.

He pulled his dick out of her mouth and then laid it down between her tits. Becca, catching the cue, pushed them together around his cock, which was still went with her spit. He began to fuck her tits, her head still at an odd angle and tucked out of view.

Becca, suddenly having free use of her mouth, began to talk. She spoke honestly and from the heart. “I… I love being your fucktoy. I love being your plaything. The fuckdoll that you try out your fantasies on. I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life. Oh my god, this is all I ever want.”

Eventually, he turned her around, plowed into her pussy, and wrapped his hands around her throat while he fucked her. They were in that position when he came. Becca didn’t think there could be much cum left, but she was still confident that this particular fantasy had been fulfilled.

She sat back on the counter, letting his eyes devour her, and smiled.

“Now,” she purred, “which fantasy should we try next?”

Cam fucked her most of the day and most of the next one as well. Every time he came, she went and perfected her makeup, changed into a different outfit, and came back to beg him to fuck her again. He got better at resisting her as he got more tired, but that just made Becca get better at convincing him to go another round.

She lost count of positions, orgasms, slaps, and outfits. She was aware that there was the entire world of sexual fantasy to give Cam and she wanted to give him as much of it as she could. Her body ached, each of her holes were sore, and she felt like she could sleep for a whole day, but she pushed herself onward, wanting nothing more than to blow his mind further.

It occurred to her that she had missed class and work, but that didn’t matter either. She was fulfilling her greatest desire of being Cam’s fuckdoll. Everything else could wait.

Finally, after two days of sordid sex, as Becca returned to Cam in a fresh outfit with intention to seduce, Cam lifted a hand to stop her.

“Hold on, I need a break,” Cam said, collapsing onto his couch.

“Great,” Becca said. “I have a great idea of how to relax you…” She was confident that she could have a full mouth within 60 seconds.

“No, I have an idea,” Cam said. “Go get cuffs. And some rope.”

Becca’s heart leapt, thinking about the fantasies. They had played with some bondage, but if this was the fantasy he wanted most then she was eager to fulfill. She hurried up to the bags of “fun things” she had brought and returned with the requested items.

Cam turned her around, handcuffing her hands behind her back. Then, he took the rope and tied her elbows together, forcing her arms further behind her back. Her tits popped up with the action. Then, he wrapped the same rope around her neck, lifting her arms further and pulling her head backward. She was forced to lift her head up, hoist her arms up behind her back, and thrust out her tits. It was terribly uncomfortable, but she was thrilled with how much of a fuckdoll she must look like. She could just imagine him drilling into her throat like this. Becca hoped that’s what he had in mind. She turned around to face him.

Cam lifted up a device to Becca. Just as Becca recognized it, he sprayed and the aroma hit her hard. Things faded away and she heard his voice: “You want to be sexually dominated. Devastated. Broken. Ruined. By me. You want this more than anything else in the world.”

The aroma faded and shame, horror and revulsion set in. In a moment, Becca relived the sick, fucked up shit she had done for Cam. Even now, she was a monument of degradation, bound for his pleasure. The costumes, the degrading sex, the cumshots, the literally begging for more… oh god! He had recorded her! She now lived on his phone as a pornstar.

“Ohhhhh,” Becca moaned. “Oh god… oh what have I done?” She tugged at the rope and the cuffs, but they held firm.

“Well, a lot,” Cam said. “I can give you a play-by-play if you want.”

“Shut up!” Becca hissed. “You… you… you pig!”

“Hey! Don’t blame me! I would have fucked you less, but you kept coming to me in new sexy things and basically forcing my dick in your throat. Can I really be expected…”

“Shut up!” Becca screamed. “I hate you!”

“Yeah, I know,” Cam shrugged. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” He stood up, looked her up and down, and smiled. “Something tells me that you’ll be begging for fresh, new kinky shit in a day or two.”

Becca felt the horror set in. He was right. She had made it a week the first time, but she had been fantasizing about sucking his cock after only a day or two. The only reason she hadn’t done it earlier was because she didn’t know how to contact him. The next time, she had been begging to be a filthy fuckdoll within three days. What made her think this time would be any different? Wouldn’t she be back here again be the weekend? She shuttered, thinking about spending the whole weekend again. She tugged again at the cuffs and rope, but they held firm. She was at his mercy.

“Why… why don’t you just… make me like you?” she said softly.

“What would you say I’ve been doing?” Cam said.

“You’ve been making me want to please you, but… I still hated you. I still was revolted by you. This would all be so much better if… if I liked you. Even a little.”

“But you don’t like me,” Cam said. “You’ve hated me ever since I started coming in the restaurant.”

“Yes, but you can make me want to like you,” Becca insisted.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Cam said. Before Becca answered, Cam continued. “I don’t like you either. In fact, I hate you. I hate you so fucking much.”

“Wh… what?”

“From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. I wanted you to… well… to do all sorts of shit that you’ve been doing. Those perky tits, those lips, that ass… that whole perky little fuckdoll body. I never wanted anyone half as much as I wanted you. And then you turned out to be a bitch. I wanted you so fucking much and you treated me like trash. So yes, I hate you. I hated how much I wanted you. I hated that I couldn’t stop myself from coming to see you every week. I hated how I couldn’t stop looking at you, fantasizing about you, and jacking off to you. You think this week had been bad for you? You’ve been living for a week in my life.

“So no. I’m not going to make you like me. Because I don’t want this to be easy on you. I want you to enthusiastically degrade yourself for someone that you don’t like. I want to make you my property. I want to make you readily agree to it, despite despising me. I want you to live in the twisted paradox that I’ve lived in—simultaneously hating someone and being a slave to desire for them.”

Becca thought again about her current position. She was wearing a skimpy, lacey outfit. She was tied and cuffed in a position that amplified her tits for him. She felt the instinct to try to cover herself so Cam couldn’t see, but that was impossible. Even if it was, she knew that it was comically far past that point where that would do any good.

“What… what did you make me want this time?” Becca asked.

“I don’t want to spoil the surprise,” Cam said with a sadistic smile. “But this time, you’re going to have to earn it. I’ve just fucked you every which way. I’ve had more sex—and dirtier sex—in the last two days than I’ve had my whole life. I can wait a little while. But you’re going to want it. So when your desire overcomes you and you can’t hold out anymore, I want you to try to earn the right to fulfill your desires. Convince me. Because you’re going to want it more than I do.”

Becca felt tears swelling in her eyes. She barely was able to spit out the words, “I hate you.”

“Right back at you bitch,” Cam said with a grin. “But at least I have a way of working off my hatred. Now go. Get out of here.” He untied her.

She left the costumes. She grabbed her coat, her keys, and her phone. She hadn’t so much as touched them in two days. Then, she left.

On Thursday—three days after leaving Cam’s house and a week after she was first allowed the privilege of sucking his cock—Becca parked her car in the driveway. She checked her phone again, desperate to see some text back from Cam. She had sent him upwards of twenty videos and dozens more photos—all of them unashamedly desperate and very few featuring any clothing at all. He hadn’t responded to any of them.

She opened the car door and stepped out into the sun. Aside from the ink on her body, she wore nothing. She was ashamed, but that only fed her own pleasure. She resisted the urge to masturbate again.

Becca walked up to the front door, knelt down, and reached over to ring the doorbell. Then, she began to beg, even before there was any hint of life inside the house.

“Please… please fuck my filthy little holes. My whore mouth. My good-for-nothing pussy. My needy little asshole. Please. Hurt me. Slap me. Choke me. Show me I’m your bitch. Show me I’m worthless for anything other than fucking. Oh god show me.”

The door opened. Becca didn’t stop begging. Cam looked down at her. He admired the sharpy marker that she had marked her body with. She had labeled and marked her various parts. Above her pussy was written, “Cam’s cum dump” with an arrow pointed downward. On her neck was written, “Cam’s cock holster”. She had done a rather impressive twist to give herself a tramp-stamp label of “Punishment zone” above her ass. On the parts of her body that he couldn’t stuff, she had merely written “SLUT” and “WHORE” and “BITCH”. Finally, across her tits, in thick bold lettering, Becca had written “Cam’s Fuckdoll”.

Cam merely watched her beg on his front step. After a moment, he pulled out his phone and recorded. Becca didn’t mind. The greater the disgrace, the better. She just continued to beg for punishment, for disgrace, for pain, and to be used. She never worried about running out of material. She just poured out the desires of her heart. They provided a never-ending source of language.

Cam leaned over and spit. It landed on her face.

“Thank you sir, more please!” she interjected, then continued to beg. She reached up with one finger, grabbed the spit, and then moved the finger down to her clit. She pressed it against herself once and came almost immediately. As her body jerked in pleasure, she continued to beg for greater and greater disgrace. She begged to be choked with his hands and cock all at once. She begged to be slapped on the ass, on the tits, and on the face until her whole body was red and aching. She begged to be defiled “in such a way that no man would ever want me ever again.”

Finally, Cam shrugged and said, “Fine. Come on inside.”

“Oh thank you sir,” Becca gushed. She dared not rise from her knees. She crawled inside. As Cam closed the door behind her, Becca thought she could simply die from excitement. She had never wanted anything else as much as this. She wanted it to be filfthy, depraved, and even disgusting. She wanted it to hurt. She wanted to be made into nothing but a dirty fuckdoll for the man she hated.

She wanted it more than anything else in the world.