**Part 1**
Silvia and I had been together for about six months. I met her through a friend of my sister. We both attended a party put on by our mutual friend and hit it off pretty well. It didn’t hurt that she was smoking hot. About 5’4”, curly, raven-black hair, large tits for her frame, perky in that impossible way that’s exclusive to 21-year-old girls. She stood atop a pair of shapely legs that supported the roundest, firmest, sexiest ass I had ever seen. Before her, I was exclusively a tit man, but after Silvia, I find myself believing in the philosophies of Sir Mix-a-Lot.
It didn’t take long before we were in a committed relationship. We were hot for each other, so we were soon having sex regularly. The sex was vanilla, but satisfying, though it was apparent we both had unfulfilled fantasies we hadn’t talked about yet. A couple months in, Silvia suggested using hypnosis add a little spice to our sex-life. At first, I thought she was just talking about some roleplay. It turns out she was for real. She told me a hypnosis unit in Psych class piqued her interest and she did some research online and discovered all sorts of uses for recreational hypnosis in the bedroom.
I was skeptical at first, but she managed to convince me by showing my some very hot videos she found depicting people using hypnosis to enhance sexual desires and sensations. The videos were really just dressed-up porn. But, it was porn, and hot porn at that. My cock stiffened. Silvia reached down and freed my erection from my pants. She then stroked me slowly and sensually, keeping me hard without letting me cum. She knew all the right places to touch to keep me hard and on the edge indefinitely. She kept this up for over an hour and I became much more amenable to her requests.
It was in this haze she convinced me to let her hypnotize me, “I’ve already done the research for this. I know what I’m doing,” she flashed me a smile. What I didn’t know was that she had actually fantasized about doing this to a guy for years, but only recently had she finally learned how. She was so excited when I agreed, she climbed on top of me. She pulled her panties to the side and impaled herself with my hard cock. We both came within minutes and I passed out in the chair; my cock still throbbing inside her, slowly softening. I vaguely remember Silvia coaxing me out of the chair and into bed. As I slept, I had erotic dreams involving Silvia, hypnosis and a very sexy blowjob given by the stars of the videos we had watched. I woke up horny and reached over to touch my girlfriend, but she was gone. On her pillow, she left a post-it with a lipstick kiss, her panties and the thumbdrive she brought the videos over on. I called in sick to work, deciding to spend the day at home.
A few nights later, Silvia was ready to make her first attempt at hypnotizing me. I went over to her apartment. She had instructed me to wear loose clothing. I arrived wearing sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt with no underpants. I knocked on her door, not knowing what to expect out of this hypnosis thing. I was expecting sex though, which was where my mind wondered while I waited for her to answer the door. She opened the door in a low-cut leather top, short leather skirt and fishnet stockings. I’m sure she was showing more skin than she was covering up; I suddenly felt under-dressed for the occasion. Around her neck was a pendant that seemed to catch all light in the room and scatter it into a million points. My cock stiffened slightly as I watched her ass sashay back and forth while she led me to the living room. The lighting was low, with candles lit all over. The scent was musky, a mix between her perfume and the candles. Overall the atmosphere was very relaxing and erotic, which was just as well considering the circumstances.
“Do you need anything to drink before we get started?” she asked coyly, which was out of character for the way she was dressed. I politely declined, as I sat down on the couch. She took a seat in a chair she set up right across from the couch. She glanced down at my crotch while I was getting comfortable. Too late I realized I was lewdly tenting my pants. My cock twitched when I realized she was looking. She smiled and asked “Would you like to take care of that first?” as she licked her lips and slowly slid her foot up my leg. I hesitated, as her actions had me very aroused very suddenly.
Just as suddenly, withdrew her foot. “On second thought, let’s get started.” she said very matter-of-factly, as if she hadn’t just been seducing me. “There will be plenty of time for that later.” She winked at me as she lifted the pendant from around her neck and held it between us. I was a bit disappointed, but dutifully focused on the pendant. The dim lights in the room seemed to be drawn to it, reflecting out tiny points of light into my eyes. Behind the pendant, I could see her generous cleavage which did nothing to alleviate my erection. Still aroused, I probably paid more attention to her breasts spilling out behind the pendant than the pendant itself. I saw her nipples stiffen as she cleared her throat.
She began speaking in a low, relaxing voice.
“Focus on the pendant for me now. Watch it swing back and forth. Eyes locked on the pendant for me. Breathe deeply as the light reflects into your eyes as you follow the pendant back and forth.” I felt myself taking deep breaths as I sank into the couch. Her words washed over me like a warm blanket. The points of light continued to shine into my eyes, making me feel sleepy as I fought back a yawn. “Feel my words wash over you as you drift deeper and deeper for me now. Allow your eyes to close for me now, so tired, so relaxed. Take a deep breath in and hold it for just a few seconds. Now, exhale and feel your body become ten times more relaxed. You are so relaxed, just floating on the sound of my voice. Your mind is clear of distraction; your only thought is to follow my words. Allow my words to become your thoughts now as you drift down into a hypnotic sleep. Drifting… Sleeping…
Before I knew it, I was drifting off, no longer able to focus on her words. I just listened to the sound of her voice, not really comprehending what was happening. I felt relaxed, happy and content as well as a little aroused. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers and I woke up..
“Wow, you’re a great subject!” she exclaimed, excited. “I can’t wait to play with you.” Those words hit me for some reason. My eyes opened and locked on her ample chest. She was toying with the buttons on her shirt, popping them open one by one. With each button she opened, my cock throbbed and hardened a little more. Suddenly, she opened her shirt, exposing her tits to me in their full glory. The sight of her nipples drove me over the edge. I started cumming like a fountain. My entire body spasmed and jerked all over, cum flying in every direction, landing on myself, the couch and Silvia. It was at this moment that I realized my pants were missing, and that I had been stroking myself since she woke me up. My hands dropped to my sides, I didn’t care that I had just cum all over myself, the couch and my girlfriend. I was just too relaxed. Watching me cum like that had turned Silvia on. She was rubbing my cum into her tits with one hand as she reached under her skirt with the other hand and started fingering herself. Despite having just cum, watching her get herself off brought my cock to full attention again.I don’t remember much else about that first night, but I do remember cumming several more times in a variety of interesting ways. Whatever she had done, it was hot, and I was hooked.
It took some practice, but after a few weeks Silvia was able to put me down into a deep trance with just a few words. She gave me a few suggestions to make me harder for longer periods of time. She also used hypnosis to train me to lick her pussy just the way she liked.
“I’m going to make you the best pussy licker in town,” she said jokingly, right before she put me under. I don’t know what my trigger was, but as soon as she said it I went limp and dropped into trance for her. “That’s a good boy. Relax and go deeper. Take slow, deep breaths in and out. Let yourself sink into the couch.” I felt myself slip deeper to her voice. She kept talking, but I wasn’t able to grasp her words. I floated along to her voice as she spoke directly to my subconscious.
Some time later, I opened my eyes. I was still in a trance, though I wasn’t sure how I knew that. Directly in my field of view was Silvia’s hot wet pussy. The more I looked at it, the more I wanted to taste it. I was aware of her voice still speaking, though I was unable to understand the words. Suddenly, the distance between my mouth and her pussy was getting smaller.
I wasn’t sure if she was moving towards me, or I towards her, but within seconds my tongue was lapping at her sweet nether lips. With every stroke of my tongue, I felt my cock get harder and harder. Somewhere in the haze of sweat, pussy juice and arousal, my hand wrapped around my cock. Silvia was moaning and panting as she squirmed with arousal above me. She grabbed the back of my head and held it still as she ground her pussy all over my face. My eyes stung and my face wet, I licked her so hard I felt my tongue bruising. I had never been more aroused. She pulled me in closer by my hair until my lips made contact with her clit.
I took her throbbing clit in my lips. I could feel it beating, like a little heart. I ran my tongue around it. Silvia gasped suddenly and let out a deep guttural moan as I swirled my tongue around her clit. Her body clenched up tightly. I started to flick her clit with my tongue furiously as my free hand found its way into her pussy and started thrusting. She came with a bang and a splash. She showered me in her juices as she shuddered in orgasm, trapping my head with her knees. Then, just as forcefully, my own release came as my dick exploded. Cum sprayed high in the air as pleasure overtook my being.
The next six hours or so were spent between her legs training me to lick her in all the ways she liked. After that session, I could bring her to orgasm in under three minutes, or keep her on the edge all night, depending on her preference. Her training also made me crave her juices and I get hard the instant I taste her pussy.
She also gave me a visual suggestion she liked to call “mystery flavor.” Her pussy would taste different every time, based on what color panties she was wearing before I removed them and how my brain interpreted that color. If she wasn’t wearing panties, she would say “mystery flavor” and the flavor would be random.
The first time we tried it out, she was wearing nude colored panties and her pussy tasted like butterscotch. It tasted so good I ended up eating her to three orgasms that night before she was too exhausted for more. Strangely, it only affected taste, not smell, when I asked her about this, Silvia told me, “I want you to be able to smell my pussy, even when you’re tasting something else. It binds you to me.”
There was one fantasy we indulged in on my request. After eating her out while in trance during an extra training session (blueberry, by the way), I started to wonder what it would be like to have her control me that way for the entire night. In fact, the mere thought of being her sex puppet (sex puppet? where did that come from?) filled my masturbation fantasies every night until I embarrassingly broached the subject with her.
“Silvia, this hypnosis thing has been hot, just like you said it would be,” I started, nervously. “But I’ve noticed we’ve only used it to fulfill your fantasies. Now those have been hot, but I want you to indulge my fantasy tonight.” I stopped talking, embarrassed at what I was about to ask her to do. Even more embarrassing was the massive hard-on I was sporting. “I want you to keep me in-trance, but aware and use me as your sex puppet.” I clapped a hand over my mouth, I hadn’t meant to phrase it in that way. I couldn’t believe I just told her to make me a sex puppet or I also couldn’t stop touching myself. I was so aroused, I could no longer help myself.
“Wow, this fantasy must really turn you on,” she said, amused. “I’ve got news for you Al, it’s already happening.” She snapped her fingers and my world spun as I drifted into a deeply aroused trance. With my last thought before my conscious mind shut down, I wondered if this had been her idea all along. Of course, that thought aroused me even more, to the point where I couldn’t concentrate enough to hold the thought in my head as my mind slipped completely into trance. I decided I didn’t care whose idea it was and suddenly came explosively. Silvia giggled and smiled at me knowingly.
“Any time you hear the words, ‘Slave Time Now,’ you will become an obedient slave whose only desire will be to please your Mistress. You will remain awake and remember everything that happens during slave time. However, you will be completely powerless to do anything other than that which you are told. You will respond to every command with the words ‘Yes, Mistress,’ and you will feel intense sexual pleasure every time you hear the words, ‘Good boy.’ You will not cum without your Mistress’s permission, however bringing me pleasure feels better than a thousand orgasms. No matter what you are told to do, it will feel better than the best sex of your life to obey anything you are told to do.” She continued programming me to be the best slave I could be.
I woke up hard and on my knees, at least, I thought I was awake. Silvia walked into the room naked with a bottle of massage oil. “Stand up,” she ordered. I sprang to my feet, my cock bobbing up and down. She handed me the massage oil. My eyes locked on her tits while I thought about what I could do with the contents of the bottle. Without a word, she turned around and knelt on the couch, her back to me. Eying her ass, I wanted so much to fuck her from behind. Silvia, however, had other plans. “Come over here and massage the oil into my back.” I approached her and poured the oil onto her back. I started kneading her muscles. I felt her instantly melt under my touch. She moaned as the massage oil dripped down between her ass cheeks. I watched her ass as it moved back and forth. She arched her back as I started massaging her lower back. I felt her ass make contact with my hard, throbbing tool. Without warning or preamble, she slid her pussy along the length of my cock and impaled herself with it.
I nearly passed out from the pleasure of being balls deep in her pussy. For a moment it felt like I was about to cum. “None of that now, slave,” she said, reading my mind. “No cumming before me..” I felt the need to cum subside, but the pleasure was overwhelming. “Fuck me hard!” she cried out. My entire being became consumed with thrusting in and out of her slick pussy. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried out as she came all over my dick. I found myself mindlessly groping her huge tits and pinching her nipples. As she came down from her orgasm, I leaned in close, still inside her, and rubbed her clit in circles with my fingers, rocking back and forth slightly until a second orgasm rocked through her body. She buried her face in the couch and shuddered. As I pulled back for another thrust, her pussy clenched and gushed liquid. My cock slipped out of her pussy and on the return thrust, I slipped between her ass cheeks. Her ample cheeks clenched as she rocked with her orgasm, squeezing around my slippery erection.
With her orgasm, the block on my own was lifted. My orgasm was instant. I came, shooting semen high in the air, landing all over her back, and even as far as her hair. She collapsed into the couch, exhausted. I heard her muffled voice in the couch. “Clean up this mess, slave.” My cock still deflating, I obediently went in the kitchen and wetted some paper towels. When I returned to the living room, she had maneuvered herself onto the couch and fallen asleep. I gently wiped up all the cum and dried off her back. When I was done, I knelt beside her, waiting for her to wake up and tell me what to do next. She didn’t wake up again that night. I wound up falling asleep on my knees, and woke up on the floor the next morning.
That first night of “Slave Time Sex,” as Silvia referred to it, was so hot that I was jerking off to the memory of it for two weeks. When I told her how many times I came thinking about it, she tranced me and made me forget how to masturbate. Her alternative, since we were only able to get together for sex once a week, was that I had to call her and beg for permission to cum.
This was fine, for a time. Actually, it was more than fine, it was freaking hot. I was never sure if it was hot because I thought it was hot or because she programmed me to think it was hot, but eventually it started to get tiring.
Sometimes, she would jump on Skype, and flash her tits at me while I jerked off for her. She loved seeing how long she could make me go before letting me spurt. After about a dozen of these nightly calls begging to cum and countless cam sessions, she stopped letting me cum. I would call her and she would deny my request for orgasm, usually after making me jerk off for her first. Out of nowhere, she seemed to get off on giving me blue balls for a week. There were at least four occasions where she kept me on the edge for hours. One particular occasion, she had me start masturbating before she went out with some friends, promising to call me once she got home. She completely forgot about me, leaving me with blue balls halfway through the next day, when she finally returned my calls. Sometimes she would just ignore my calls altogether. It seemed she was also getting more selfish during sex. She would initiate slave time, but forget to let me cum. Once, she even made me jerk off until both of my hands were too tired to continue. Then, she fucked me into unconsciousness, leaving me with a hard-on stretching into the next week. She finally ended up letting me cum, but in such a way that I ended up making a mess all over myself and my bed. She then straddled my face and coaxed me into eating her divine candy apple-flavored pussy.
I had decided that that was the last straw. She didn’t seem to care for me anymore, just the sex. I wanted to cum when I wanted, even if that meant doing it alone. I asked her to meet me at my apartment. Normally I would have broken up in a more public place, but I wanted her to remove the suggestions that kept me from masturbating and cumming under my own power. It was an embarrassing thing to have to ask for and I would rather not have to do so around other people.
“We have to talk,” I said as she sat down across from me. She looked a little shocked, but I think she knew that it was coming. I gave her my reasons for wanting to break up. She seemed a little upset about it, but then l had to ask her to remove the suggestion that prevented me from being able to get myself off. Sheepishly, I said, “I understand if you’re upset about this, but before you go, could you please remove the suggestions you left in my head, especially the one preventing me from cumming?”
“Oh you want to be able to jerk off again?” she said, condescendingly. “I guess you’ll be doing a lot of that without me, won’t you? Well first there’s something I want from you.” She spread her legs and lifted her skirt to reveal her sexy black lace panties. My cock surged as I fell to my knees in front of her. I licked her pussy for what would be the last time. It tasted like black licorice.
Once she came (twice), she pushed my head back from between her legs. I looked up at her and she looked me dead in the eyes as she said my trigger word. The next thing I knew, I was laying on my bed alone. But, in my head, I was experiencing every time I had sex with Silvia simultaneously; every blowjob, every handjob, every position. The sensations were mind-blowing. Under normal circumstances, I probably would have cum instantly, but this just kept going. After about an hour, I remembered that I could masturbate again. As soon as I wrapped my hand around my cock, I came, hard and messy. I would have cleaned myself up, but I fell asleep immediately. It felt great to cum under my own power again. The next morning, I enjoyed my new-found freedom once more in the shower. Okay, I admit, it was more like three times in the shower; don’t judge, you would do it too under the circumstances.
**Part 2**
The next Friday, I decided to stay in, order Chinese and watch a couple movies. As I was flipping through the cable between movies, the phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, so I answered it. I heard a couple girls giggling over the loud ambient sound of a crowded bar.
“Hello?” I said into the phone, a little confused.
“Hey, is this Al?” a vaguely familiar, and very inebriated, voice said over the noise.
“Yeah,” I said back, “and who is this?”
“Hey Al,” she said in a drunk sing-song, completely ignoring my question. “I hear you’re a great pussy-licker.”
“Excuse me, what?” I said, confused. Who was this girl? Just then I heard some wrestling for the phone and a more familiar, yet equally drunk, voice spoke to me. Suddenly, I was slipping into trance. Apparently, Silvia decided to get drunk with her friends, and told them all about our former sex-life. Somebody must have thought calling to drunk-hypnotize me would be good fun.
“Deeper and deeper into trance for me now,” Silvia’s voice washed over me with a wave of pleasurable relaxation. The sound of her voice melted into my ear. “Relaaaaaax.So relaxed for me now.” I felt myself sleeping deeper into trance as she spoke into my mind. The last thing I remember was her giggles as I slipped under for her.
For all I know, it might have been fun. Of course, at the time I didn’t even remember getting the call. I only remembered waking up in front of the television. There was some infomercial on, and I had a raging erection. It was late, so I sauntered off to bed, intending on relieving the pressure from there. However, as soon as I hit the pillow, I was out. My dreams were confusing, but arousing. I abused my still-fresh freedom to relieve my morning erection in the bathroom.
As I groggily stumbled into the living room, I noticed I had left my leftover chinese food out. Suddenly, my memory started coming back, some of it anyway. I remembered the call, and being tranced by my very drunk ex-girlfriend. I was still unable to recall the details of the rest of the evening, As I passed my computer, I had a sudden urge to check my email. Aside from the usual assorted junk, I had a message from Silvia, with an attachment. The body only said “watch the video” with a winky face. Judging by the timestamp, this video was probably made while she was still out drinking with her friends. I downloaded the video and opened it.
The video started with one of Silvia’s friends up close, a redhead, I think her name was Emily. It looked like she was working on a computer. “It’s ready,” she said, and stumbled back to the nearby couch. From the angle and quality, it appeared that they were using a laptop webcam set on a coffee table. From my angle, I was looking up at them. They were still dressed from being out at the club, their skits short and their tops low-cut. In their drunken state, they were unaware of how much I could see. Either that or they didn’t care what I saw.. Every time they uncrossed their legs I got a clear view up their skirts; as clear as a webcam could provide, anyway.
“Good morning, Al,” Silvia said, clearly still drunk. “I have quite the surprise for you.” It dawned on me right then that she set this video up to hypnotize and control me. My cock stiffened at the thought, but common sense took over and I reached for the mouse. However, when I glanced back at the screen, I noticed that all five of them had their legs spread, giving me a clear view of their panties. My hand dropped away from the mouse as my cock strained in my pants. “That’s right, boy. It’s slave time, now,” the trigger hit me like a ton of bricks as she kept on talking. “You didn’t think you could just break up with me without consequences, did you? Well, you can’t. I’ve told my friends here all about how skilled you are with your tongue. Since we’re no longer together, I felt it was only fair to share your talents with my friends. That’s right, stare between their legs. Let yourself get harder and harder as you think about servicing each of their dripping, wet cunts. It’s turning you on so much, isn’t it? So much in fact that you can’t stop yourself from cumming now.” Her words and the sight of three sexy ladies, legs spread and skirts hiked up sent me right over the edge and I came in my pants. “That’s right, slave, cum now and sleep for me. Sleeeeeep, sleeeeep, sleeeeep.” I drifted off into trance. Her words burning themselves into my brain. I didn’t know what she was saying, only that I had no choice but to obey.
I dreamed of licking pussy. I woke up on the couch, licking a pillow that had somehow made its way on top of my face. I had one hand wrapped around my dick, and was fast approaching orgasm, when the phone rang. I pulled the pillow off my face and reluctantly stopped jerking off to answer the phone with a tired “Hello?”
“Good morning, pussy-licker.” I didn’t recognize the voice, but it was a safe bet she was one of Silvia’s friends.
“Don’t tell me you girls are still drunk,” I responded, trying to ignore my twitching erection.
“Oh far from it. Today I get to have my fun with you.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Not much. Just a little…” She said my trigger and I was out like a light. I don’t know how much time I was under, but I couldn’t remember anything that happened until I woke up to a knocking at my door.
It was Emily.
Suddenly, it clicked. It was her voice on the other end of the phone. Emily was a 5’8” redhead with hair down to the small of her back. She wasn’t as curvy as Silvia, but, like all of Silvia’s friends, she was damn sexy. She had long, slender legs perched atop a pair of 5” fuck-me heels. Her ass was round and firm, but athletic. Her waist was narrow and her breasts a firm 32C with pierced nipples that were visible through any number of layers.
“Emily, what’s going on here?” I demanded, looking up into her piercing blue eyes.
“Silence, pussy-slave!” she said as she stepped inside. “Silvia told us about your sex games last night. I think it’s time we see about these triggers she told us about. SLAVE TIME NOW!” Suddenly, my world shifted. I fell to my knees as my cock stiffened up again. I looked up and saw my Mistress. She started speaking to me, and I knew everything she said was the truth, “It’s time to put that skilled tongue of yours to work, slave.” Mistress slowly stripped out of her clothes. I noticed her panties were red lace. She took a seat on the edge of one of my dining chairs, and spread her legs wide. I needed no invitation. I buried my head between her legs and started licking gently at her folds. I took notice that Silvia’s visual taste trigger was still in effect. Emily’s pussy tasted like fresh strawberries. Within an hour she was in the throes of her eighth orgasm, my face coated in her juices and my cock hard and throbbing. .
After another several hours and half-dozen orgasms, she pushed my head away from her quivering snatch. “That’s enough, slave,” she said breathlessly. “Sil was right, you really are the best pussy-licker in town. A shame for you, really. If you hadn’t worn me out so much, I might have taken a ride on your cock. Looks like you’re cumming on the floor instead. Still on my hands and knees, I gazed up at my mistress longingly. She stretched her foot out and lightly caressed the underside of my cock. This brought me right to the edge. I watched as she slipped her foot to the top of my erection and applied just enough pressure to aim my dick towards the floor. “Go ahead,” she said. “Cum on the floor.” Instantly I started cumming. She held her foot still while I sprayed streams of cum all over the floor between us. I didn’t stop cumming until she removed her foot, and even then my cock stayed hard and twitching for another minute or so. As I came down from my orgasm, I felt myself slipping back into trance.
I woke up some time later where she had made me cum. My cum had dried, gluing my stomach to the floor. I peeled myself off the floor and went to the bathroom to wash off the cum. That’s when I noticed a ribbon tied around the base of my cock with a tag attached. I untied the ribbon to read the tag, which said, “Call me” with a phone number. My cock stiffened, as memories of Emily flooded back to my consciousness. I jumped in the shower and cleaned up. I found myself unable to touch myself, despite how hard I was. Certain this was Emily’s doing. I picked up the phone and dialed her number as I settled in on the couch. I took notice that she had taken the liberty of adding herself to my phonebook as “Mistress Emily.” The thought of calling her mistress overwhelmed me with arousal.
It was in this state that I heard her answer the phone, “Why hello, pussy-slave. Calling about the ribbon on your cock?” Hearing her voice ramped up my arousal another notch. I moaned in response, unable to form words. “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll tell you what, you just close your eyes and let the pleasure wash over you until I get there. Remember, no cumming without my permission.” She hung up the phone. I shuddered with arousal, but for some reason had no desire to stroke myself. I remained in this state for about three hours until Emily walked in the door with an armful of shopping bags.
Emily grinned at me, seeing her again ramped my arousal up. She was wearing a short, almost indecent skirt that showed off her shapely legs and a bright green tube top that left her tits almost falling out. I started moaning again, writhing on the couch. She dropped her bags and knelt down next to me, wrapping her hand around my cock. She stroked in slow motion as she leaned in to lick my ear. I felt electric jolts of pleasure shooting through me. Every twitch and throb in my cock short-circuited my brain.
“Beg me to let you cum,” she whispered in my ear as her strokes changed to light caresses. I started babbling incoherently, trying to beg, but the pleasure was too much. She laughed and removed her hand from my throbbing manhood.
After a minute or so, I was finally able to form words, “Please, please, oh please allow me to cum. I beg of you, please let me squirt. I’m so hard for you, everything about you makes me so hard and horny.” I continued to babble on like a junky begging for a fix. Emily stood up, giving me a perfect view up her skirt and removed her sopping wet, mint green panties. She dropped her panties on top of my twitching cock as she began to finger her moist slit. With her other hand, she popped her tits out of her tube top. She rubbed and kneaded her tits as she brought herself to orgasm while watching me twitch and moan, still begging her to cum.
“Stop begging and sit up,” she ordered me. As I brought myself to a sitting position, she pulled a chair over to sit across from me. She pulled her panties off of my crotch and watched as my erection continued to twitch and throb. “Tell me, Al, have you ever fantasized about sucking on a woman’s toes or rubbing your cock between a pair of feet wrapped around your cock?” she asked.
“No, mistress. I’ve never had any interest in feet. To be honest, the thought of sucking on toes is a bit gross to me.”
“Well, boy, I have news for you,” she rested her foot on my knee. “When I’m done with you, you will be begging to suck my toes…” She said my trigger and I went limp. All the tension in my body drained into my cock as it twitched in the air. My mind slipped deep into trance for her.
My next memory is of waking up on my knees, holding Emily’s foot to my mouth, sucking and licking her toes. I moaned with pleasure as my hand uncontrollably stroked my aching cock while I worshiped her foot.
“You may cum now, foot-boy,” she said gently. Her words sent a jolt of pleasure deep into my cock as I erupted high into the air. I sucked her toes hard while I came. She pulled her foot away as my cock softened. “Now tell me how you feel about my feet.”
“Your feet make my dick hard. I want nothing more than to worship your feet with my tongue and feel them wrap around my throbbing hardness.” As I spoke, she rested her foot on my spent manhood. I became instantly erect under her soft sole. She slowly moved her foot up and down until I was moaning again.
“Suck my clit, foot-boy. Make me cum with that talented mouth of yours and you’ll never forget the pleasure my feet can give you.” She spread her knees apart and I crawled forward. I buried my head in her pussy and wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking and licking her pussy as she thrust her hips against my face. I felt her feet stroking me as I brought her to climax after climax.
I spent a couple hours like this in a haze of hypnotically induced pleasure. Some time later, she pushed my head back, removed her feet and stood up. “I want you inside me now,” she moaned as she bent over the couch, her sexy ass in the air. Unable and unwilling to resist her, I stood up, grabbed her hips and plunged myself deep inside her moist slit. “Freeze, boy,” she commanded. My body locked in place as she started grinding her hips on my throbbing cock. She rode me like her personal dildo, having me change positions every time she came. I lost track of how many orgasms she rode me to. I was in a haze on the edge of cumming, but unable to get off, presumably needing her permission. She came again and again.
Once she satisfied herself on my dick, she collapsed on top of me, a big smile on her face. I moaned with desire, still unable to move. “Oh, you want to cum, don’t you? Good.” She stood up and walked over to where she dropped her shopping bags. She started pulling out some sex toys that made my eyes go wide. She handed me a cock ring. “Put this on,” she ordered. My hands obediently attached the ring to the base of my penis. She leaned over and looked into my eyes, “Good, foot-boy, now forget how to remove it.”
“Yes mistress,” came my reply. I felt my mind obey her command and I knew there was no removing the cock ring unless she willed it.
“Here’s what’s about to happen, boy. I’m going to slip this vibrating fleshlight over your cock and you’re going to sit here and melt in pleasure until I call for you.” I felt the toy slip over my raging erection. My cock twitched and throbbed. She then turned on my television and slipped in a DVD. She hit play and foot fetish porn started playing. I could feel precum leaking into the fleshlight, adding more lubrication. “Relax and don’t move. Just ride the pleasure until I call.” She placed my phone in my hand. “Make sure you answer or you won’t get to cum.”
I heard her get dressed and walk out, leaving me twitching and moaning, my eyes locked on the TV. “Have a good weekend!” she said cheerfully before she closed the door.
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