This is part 6 in a series. I don’t think I can link to the others here, but the readeranonerotica subreddit has an index stickied at the top with the rest of the series. I hope you enjoy.
“Yuna”, if you are out there, I know this is beyond what you paid for, with your dignity, and I hope you don’t mind if I take the story in a new direction.
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Yuna drifted in the most delightful dream. Totally helpless and at Henry’s mercy. At the mercy of his power. Henry tracing his hands along her skin, leaving no milometer untouched. Henry’s fingers finding their way into her every sacred space. His cock sliding into her. His words, his power, reverberating through her. Fucking.
As she drifted up, towards consciousness, the ache in her body, the ache from hours of hard sex. Sex like she had never had in her life. Except, no, they had only had sex the one time, in the shower. Not hours? Not enough to make her ache like this. Not enough for her to feel bruises.
The confusion buoyed her up into consciousness, laying nude on a large bed, in a massive stateroom, Henry’s she knew, from the brief glimpse she had on her way to the shower. How had she gotten to the bed?
He had fucked her with a wild abandon in the shower. She had given herself to him, mind and body, for the rest of the trip. And he had taken her. Hard. With a pent up passion. A need so bad that he didn’t last very long, but that wasn’t an issue with him. Instead he had used his voice. His power. Forcing her body to orgasm over and over and over.
Her internal clock said more time had passed. A lot of time. Maybe an entire day? But the last thing she remembered, only moments before waking, was him cumming inside her, his cock still inside her, saying, “Stop Here.”
What had he done to her?
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The Day Before
After the pool, Yuna was in her room, and she was frantically trying to pick an outfit for dinner. Two major issues led to her difficulty, or more specifically, two issues leading from the same command that Henry had given her. In that voice, his power sunk into his words, controlling her, compelling her. He had told her that she wasn’t allowed to wash the semen from her chest. His semen. And that she wasn’t allowed to wear anything above the waist. Not until dinner time. Not until she made her choice.
The first issue was one of practicality. Yuna was on a cruise ship and had spent the day at the pool with her friends. Drinking, sunning, and jacking Henry off onto her breasts. And she wasn’t allowed to wash it off. The smells of his semen, suntan lotion, fruity alcoholic beverages, sweat, and of course, the musk of her own arousal, seemed to swirl around her like a cloud. She didn’t want to stain any of her favorite outfits.
She kept touching herself as she smelled it. The smell of her shame. Her arousal. She let her hand slide across her bare sex, her fingers sliding against and inside her labia. It was a gross smell. A dirty vile smell. A smell she was wearing like perfume. Because he was making her. He was controlling her. She was going to wear it to dinner. As people stared. As people smelled. As people thought she was a whore.
He was doing this to her and she couldn’t do anything to stop it and her hand kept bringing her so close, so close, to orgasm. But, she would stop herself, because she was already thinking of herself as his. In all the best stories, the slave needed permission to cum.
She had always liked the idea of humiliation. Always loved reading a story where a woman was embarrassed in public. Nude in public. Forced into wearing and doing humiliating things while people stared. Imagined it being her in so many fantasies. The shame. The degradation. But Yuna had never fully comprehended what it would feel like. What it would actually feel like. To have no choice. It was awful, almost painful to imagine, but she had NO CHOICE and that made it so incredibly hot.
The second issue was one of vanity. What outfit best went with semen splattered Korean breasts? How could she look prettiest for him. Especially, because Henry had his dinner’s in the fancy dining room on the ship, where people were expected to dress nice. Though of course, as Henry’s commands really made that less of a concern for her, if she was topless.
It was the first thing he had told them all, when they were boarding. “I’m your good friend,” he had told them, the power running through his voice. “Nothing you see me doing, or people doing around me, will seem strange or shocking. Nothing I ask you to do, or anyone else to do, will seem strange. On this ship you may see people in various states of dress and undress, and in sexual acts. You will not think this is strange.”
So perhaps, worrying about the dress code, while planning to walk topless into the room, wasn’t that big of a deal. No one would think it strange. She settled on a loose white beach skirt, a long one that went to her ankles, along with a simple black belt and the pair of black FUCK ME pumps that Lee had insisted she bring along. No underwear though. It was interesting how easy it was to not pull them on when she would be showing the whole boat her breasts.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Much of the dried cum had flaked off by this point, but enough was still there, enough to mark her his slut, and of course she was topless. Her nipples aching from the near constant arousal. Nothing would seem strange, but people would stare. People would judge. The idea filled her with as much dread as excitement. Two of her most secret fantasies rolled into one. Public humiliation and mind control.
There was still time to wait and she wanted to delay the stares. The humiliation for a moment. So she sat on the bed and, mostly to shut the rational side of her brain down, contemplated Henry’s offer. It was simple. She could come to him at dinner and accept his total control over her for the rest of the cruise. Or she could stay away and he promised to leave her and her friends alone.
It was such an awful choice. Giving up her total freedom to experience her most impossible fantasy. The smell of her body, her stink, her sluttiness hit her again and she didn’t even try to stop herself as she pulled her skirt up around her waist and let her hands slide to her sex again. Teasing her thighs and rubbing her labia.
He had removed any compulsion from her that might effect her choice. The strangest realization had been that Henry was NOT her friend. Or at least, he hadn’t been. She had just seen him that way due to his command. Had implicitly trusted and liked him as much as any of her friends.
Could she trust him now? Her rational mind screamed at her, *of course not, run you stupid girl. The first time he met you, he made you strip and spread your legs and slid his finger inside you!*
The memory made her moan and she moved the fingers of her right hand to her clitoris, swirling it. Remembering his finger and how wet he had found her. He had uncovered her deepest perversion. She couldn’t be mad at him about that.
*He made you dance topless at a wet tshirt contest,” the logical side of herself railed.
But Yuna had always wished she could do wild things like that. Like Lee did. Have all the eyes on her, on her body, as she showed it off with wild abandon. And if not for that dance, if not for his command to kiss, how would she have realized that Lee maybe felt the same way about her. That the kiss with her best friend wasn’t just a show for the boys.
Thinking of Lee’s pretty face, imagining it between her legs. Imagining Henry behind her friend, slowly fucking her, while muttering the word cum with all of his power behind it. The image turned her on too much and she slid two fingers from her left hand deep into her sex, letting out a deep groan of pleasure as she found that special spot.
Her mind wasn’t done arguing though, even though she knew it was a foregone conclusion. *He made you masturbate and play with your own ass, you don’t even like doing that. And he was watching the whole time and you didn’t know it!*
But she had been imagining him watching the entire time. Maybe even subconsciously knew he was there. It was imagining his eyes on her, imagining that he was making her do it, that was so hot. Even the finger in her ass had felt good, when she had pretended it was out of her control. And with that lovely thought, she let the tip of her left pinky slide into her ass and let out a small whimper. Not as much from the pleasure, it felt ok, but thinking about how pleased he would be with her.
*He made your friends basically have an orgy at the pool!*
She saw it all again as her fingers sped up inside herself. Pushing herself ever so close. She saw Kim opening her mouth as her boyfriend and the stranger ejaculated into it and onto her chest. Lee’s face as she came, her eyes locking on Yuna’s. Little Moon’s whole demeanor changing as she road her boyfriends face, showing them all her secret dominant side. He hadn’t ordered them to do any of it. He had only lifted their fears, their constraints. He had just made them feel comfortable, showing the world what they were like in bed.
*He sexually assaulted you. He forced you with his scary control powers to jack him off all over your chest!*
It was true, but she could still feel his greased cock in her hand. How amazing it had felt to not be able to stop herself. To be controlled. For real, not just some fantasy. Truly controlled. And then, he had linked his orgasm to hers. Forced her to feel every stroke of his cock like a stroke inside her. Forced her to cum, probably the greatest orgasm of her life, as he finished onto her chest.
Maybe it was assault. But it was assault she had wanted so badly. Her fingers inside her still sliding, still pleasuring. She was getting so close. Too close. She had to slow and stop herself. Slide her fingers away from the almost painful need to orgasm. She lifted them to her mouth, all of them, and began to suck them clean. For him.
Nothing was stopping her from reaching orgasm. No rule or command. Just the fact that she had made up her mind. Had never really considered saying no to his proposal. She was giving herself to him, mind and body. And she wanted to start it right.
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Today
Yuna glanced around from the bed to look for Henry and gave out a small shriek when she saw the pretty brunette, Molly, sitting naked in the shadows in her chair. Almost entirely motionless. She remembered Molly from the night before . . . she had been in the room when they came in? and turned the shower on? But when had Yuna learned her name? Henry had almost totally ignored Molly other than the command to turn on the shower.
Somehow though, even though she didn’t know why or how, she knew that Molly was a bad person. That she had done something bad to Henry and he had given her a choice to make. That Molly was choosing this as a punishment. It was the strangest sensation, part of Yuna’s brain knew something that was locked away from her.
She couldn’t worry about that now. She felt confused and just wanted to get dressed and find Henry. Find out what he had done to her. She climbed from the bed to start looking for her clothes. And that seemed to trigger Molly; who stood up and got something from the table and began to walk over.
“Miss Yuna,” Molly said, she had a cultured English accent and while her voice wasn’t robotic, it sounded rusty, unused, devoid of emotion. “I’m supposed to play this for you as soon as you get up.” It was a tablet device in her hand and she pressed play on it as she handed it over. Yuna grabbed it reflexively, and saw herself, the video image waved at her and said “Hello me.” She was so confused and entranced by the woman she saw, the her she saw, that she didn’t see Molly turn and walk away.
On the screen, she was naked and facing the camera. She looked freshly showered and there was a large hickey on her shoulder. Yuna looked down and indeed, saw the hickey there.
Her recording said. “I bet I am confused. You are confused? We are confused?”
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Yesterday
She found her friends in the hall waiting as they had agreed and they all stared at her as she walked up. They were dressed nicely, ready to sit at Henry’s fancy table. None of them of course, would view her outfit, her nudity, as strange. But they would of course notice it.
She felt their eyes on her. Felt the shame, but also the excitement of it. Let them think their thoughts, she couldn’t do anything about it.
Lee’s eyes were wide. Kim snickered. And all the boys except Moon’s bf, who looked purposely at the wall, openly stared. Moon though. They had all learned so much about Moon today. The shy tiny woman, small even for a Korean, who would blush at the slightest mention of sex, was a dominant. Moon’s eyes weren’t wide, they were interested, calculating . . . even a bit hungry.
Lee started to speak a few times and finally just raised her hands, a baffled look on her face, and said, “Why are you dressed like that?” Her eyes wouldn’t stop moving over Yuna’s body, and she seemed a bit flushed. “I’m sort of jealous now, should I go change?” Lee’s boyfriend laughed, but seemed just a bit uncomfortable.
Yuna took a breath, she had to assume that this was just the start. That her friends would see much more over the next few days. So she decided on honesty. At least, a bit of it. “Henry ordered me to dress like this . . . so I did.”
There was another moment of total silence as the group took that in, until Lee said, “Are you two together now? What do you mean ordered you?”
Yuna was shocked that Lee, horny, perverse Lee, the first to throw back a drink and dance on a table. Who would loudly talk about sex. Who sent everyone her favorite porno clips via email. That Lee didn’t get it. Lee didn’t make the connection.
It was Moon, who spoke up suddenly, her voice seeming different, less small. Less shy. “She’s a submissive. Henry is her master.” As she spoke, she looked Yuna directly in the eye and Yuna felt her body responding to the confidence in her small friends eyes. The command. She fought the urge to say, “Yes, Mistress.” What was wrong with her.
Instead, she said, “Sort of, at least for the next few days.” She felt herself blushing as Lee scanned her body one more time and as Moon just smirked.
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Today
Yuna sat down on the bed abruptly as the video played, a video she didn’t remember making. A video that was clearly shot in between now and the shower.
“I’m about to go to sleep,” her video said, she looked tired. “It’s been a long, but very good, night.” Her recording smiled a shy, but mischievous smile. “By the time you wake up, I bet it will be almost lunch time. Everyone should be waiting for you. But finish this first, not that you won’t, I know me after all. You won’t be able to resist hearing what you have to say.”
Both Yuna’s snorted at the bad joke.
“First of all, the memory block was my idea” her image said, “Don’t worry, it’s just a block. We will get it back. Believe me,” she saw herself blushing, “we don’t want to forget a moment of that. It’s been almost 8 hours as I record this, 8 hours straight. You shouldn’t have to imagine it, the way I feel right now, I bet you will still feel it when you wake up. We didn’t even stop when room service came in. When he called people in to talk.” Her recorded voice was excited, nervous, but she trailed off at that part, looking embarrassed shy suddenly. What had she meant by people coming in?
“Second, I believe that he’s being honest in his attraction to us. His sincerity to not abuse it,” she continued. “He’s not met someone like us before and I think he’s a little smitten.” Yuna and her recording smiled at that idea.
“But I’m sure you are wondering about the memory block. It’s simple, there are some things he wants to try and some things I want to try. Some wild things from some of our crazier fantasies. We only have a few days to live them after all and I couldn’t lie when he asked. You know how we get before a big exam. All the nerves of waiting. I didn’t want to feel that tension. So, this is my fault. Sorry, but I think you are going to be happier this way. Not knowing is better than knowing. Maybe a little hotter too.”
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Yesterday
The group walked into the restaurant and were led to Henry’s table. It was easy to spot. His was the only table with a nude waiter standing near by and a nude woman sitting at a table. It was the woman Yuna was thinking of as his assistant, the blonde Mary. All the other guests were dressed well. Yuna got stares. Many stares. Nothing was strange about what she was doing. But it didn’t stop the looks. The judgements. The frank appraisals of men and women.
It made her feel naked and ashamed, but turned on. She was horrified to note people sniffing when she walked close to their table, but so aroused by the degradation that she almost stumbled.
Henry, dressed in a casual suit, but one that Yuna guessed was quite expensive given it’s tailored look, almost jumped from his chair as he saw her and rushed over greeting them all. While his eyes constantly went back to Yuna, he saved her for last. Greeting each of her friends and asking them to sit down. Finally, it was only her left.
“Yuna,” he said eagerly, his voice almost fluttering in excitement, “Yuna,” and he took her chin in his hand, she didn’t stop him, didn’t want to stop him, as he pulled her into a short, but gentle kiss. Then pulled her in for a hug. Seeming not to care that her messy chest was pressed against his suit. “I’m so happy you decided to take me up on this offer.” His smile was genuine, eager, enthusiastic.
“I know you gave me the choice,” Yuna said and tried to close her mouth, but his compulsion to be honest with him forced it open, “But, it really wasn’t a choice. I can’t imagine a world where I would have said no. Just, Be kind. Please?”
He snorted a laugh, somehow a cute snort that made her smile, and said, “I promise. I always leave people better than I found them. But look at you,” he frowned, and made an unhappy noise about her appearance. He brushed some of the mess that had transferred to his suit off as he said, “I have left you in quite the state. A pretty thing like you deserves better. We need to see to that.”
Then his eyes seemed to twinkle and he licked his lips and gave her an exaggerated wink. That was it. She was his. Mind and Body. There was no more discussion. No negotiation. She had taken the plunge and with that wink, knew he was about to begin. She smiled as he spoke.
His voice thrummed with that power she had felt before. Each word seeming to press into her. **”Tell your friends good bye, we are going to take a shower,”** he said and she immediately turned to the table, every face was staring at them, watching the display. Lee’s mouth was hanging open. Moon still appraising. Kim concerned.
“I’m a,” she said, and stopped, not sure how to say it any other way, his command had been clear, “we are going to go to a shower. Good bye.”
Lee started to stand but Henry held up his hand to her and said,”Please, I apologize for being rude, but simply must have your beautiful friend to myself for awhile,” then mid sentence, his voice thrummed again **”Don’t worry about Yuna, you trust me with her.”** and was back to normal as he said, “Order whatever you want, dinner is on me as an apology. Mary, see that they have access to the good wine list.”
“Yes Sir, Mr. Henry,” Mary said and snapped her finger at the waiter.
Lee’s mouth remained open until Henry’s words hit her, and then she gave a hoot of amusement and blew a kiss. Moon still had that thoughtful look, but gave a smile and a nod. The boys just looked stunned. Kim’s boyfriend even gave a small whistle. But not a one said anything to stop her. Why would they, they trusted him. He was their friend. Nothing about this was strange. And anyway, how could they, he had commanded them not to.
Henry led her off by the hand and she followed.
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Today
“So,” her recording continued, “Molly has an outfit ready and everyone should be waiting on you for lunch. But I wanted you to know one last thing. Amidst everything, Henry called Lee and her boyfriend in,” Yuna felt panic start to set in. She had said they didn’t stop fucking as people came in. LEE! what had she seen. The Yuna on the video was prepared for this and said, “don’t worry, he wiped their memory. Not that I don’t expect Lee to see that sort of thing again.” Again the deep blush, and Yuna could feel herself blushing too. But then her recording smiled, it was a mischievous smile, as she said, “You should have seen Lee’s face.” Then her voice dropping to an almost whisper, “she looked so jealous. Of him, not us.”
The idea made Yuna shiver in excitement. How long had she had a crush on Lee for now? How many years being frustrated by Lee’s invitations to join her and whatever guy she was dating in bed, that Yuna had believed were jokes. How long?
“And that’s something you need to know. That shithead dog has been cheating on Lee. He already has a new girlfriend and wanted one last final fling with Lee. He was going to dump her when we got back.” Yuna felt her blood boil at that. Lee had always been so much better than that pathetic man. Yuna had never liked him. And what crazy guy would dump her, she fucked like a girl in a porno. She did all the things that men dreamed their women would do for them.
“Henry made him confess,” he video said, “and then basically made Lee experience and process six months of grief from the break up in the span of about six minute. By the time she left the room, she was over him. She’d moved on and was looking to find some fun.” The recording of Yuna looked away from the camera, embarrassed, before looking back and saying, “so don’t be shocked if she’s flirting with guys or anything.”
“One last thing, and part of why I asked for this video and for him to block our mind. He removed most of the compulsions and added some new fun ones. You don’t have to like or trust him any more. We can form our own opinion of him. So stay on your guard. Enjoy the sex. Have fun. But pay attention, something is off. I mean, more off than finding out mind control is real. Last night was . . . fantastic.”
Her image paused and looked directly into the camera, Yuna felt her eyes meeting her own, “but, what he did was impossible. As impossible as the mind control. No man can have sex for that long, go so many times. He is either on drugs, or he isn’t human. Be careful.”
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Yesterday
His room was close, though Yuna barely noticed. Her head was spinning with realization. Understanding. Fear. Excitement. The doors past as he led her without her even noticing.
The stateroom he pulled her into was massive. A separate sitting and dining area, a massive balcony, a king sized bed. But she barely paid attention, because as soon as his door closed, his mouth was on hers. His tongue was in her mouth. His hands were on her bare back. On her neck, holding her close. He sighed into her and she felt herself moan in response.
He let go of her and began to tug off his own clothes, almost tearing them in his speed to undress. Tossing them onto the floor next to where Yuna saw a nude woman sitting in a chair, waiting patiently. She was blonde and quite pretty, but she didn’t move.
Yuna didn’t particularly care about her at the moment. Her heart was racing. Her loins were burning. And she finally had him. She was going to have him. Why worry, after all, there was nothing strange about finding a nude woman in his room. Nothing strange at all.
“Prepare the shower,” Henry said, clearly meaning the nude blonde, who stood up at the command. He didn’t take his eyes off Yuna. **”Strip”** he said with his power. From the smile, she knew that he knew the power wasn’t needed. That she’d have happily done it. The power only made her move quickly to respond. Her body moving before her mind knew what was happening. But that he had used the power. That she didn’t have a choice, made her breath catch in pleasure.
She watched him undressing as she pulled off her shoes. Then quickly undid her belt. He didn’t want a show. He hadn’t commanded her to do a sexy strip dance. he wanted her naked. He commanded her naked. As their clothing hit the floor she shuddered. The feeling of his command pulsing through her. Her arousal pulsing in response.
He didn’t wait even a moment before he was clasping her into an embrace again. Their naked bodies pressed into each other. Kissing her, hands criss-crossing her back, sliding to her ass, leading her with his hand on her ass, both stumbling as they refused to break their kiss, as they made their way to the bathroom. His shower was almost as large as her room. It was already running and the nude woman was standing to the side, holding two towel. Henry tugged Yuna into the shower without even a glance at the silent woman. Yuna barely gave her a second thought herself. It wasn’t strange at all and she was much more interested in the man in the hot water.
In the water, his mouth slid to hers, then down her neck. She moaned at the pleasure of it all. The hot water. His mouth. His hand as it found its way between her legs. He felt frenzied. He wasn’t trying to be slow. He wasn’t taking his time. His cock throbbed against her. He needed her.
It was then that Yuna realized, as she felt his cock, already rock hard on her leg, how badly he wanted her. That his need for her might be as great as her for him.
This man, who could have anyone. Wanted her. Wanted shy wall flower Yuna. Wanted the Yuna who had fewer lovers than she could count on one hand. The Yuna who had never let a lover do anything too kinky with her, even as she read and masturbated to vile smut. He wanted Yuna, he wanted her, and he wanted her to want him willingly. She eagerly spread her legs for him. For his hand. For his cock.
He didn’t bother with niceties. He didn’t bother with foreplay. She was slick with arousal and he was so much bigger than her. He easily lifted her by the ass, as if she weighed nothing, pressing her against the wall, and found his way inside her. Slamming himself, his large cock, all the way in on the first thrust. He was so strong, she felt so tiny and light in his arms as his thrusting began to bounce her into the slick plastic wall.
She screamed in pleasure as he first entered her and began to moan as he fucked her. No slow careful exploration of her body. He was like an animal unleashed. Like a man starving, finally getting a taste of food. He was taking her, and taking her hard. Fast pounding strokes reaching an almost painful rhythm in moments. The pleasure was intense. Explosive. This was about his desire. Slaking his lust. His pleasure.
But she didn’t care. She was his to use. To be used. To be desired like this. To be controlled. This was what Yuna wanted. This is what Yuna desired. She didn’t care if she came or not. The pleasure was so intense as it was. The emotional scope of what was going on burning through her with excitement. Even if she didn’t get her orgasm from this, it would be worth it.
But then, he whispered **”Cum for me”** and the power flared inside her and she felt herself spasming, felt her pussy clamping onto his cock as the orgasm exploded within her. As she gasped for air and yelled in pleasure. His cock pounding relentlessly as she came. Then he said it again. **”Cum for me”** and again **”Cum for me”** and again **”Cum for me”** and she couldn’t breathe. Pleasure. Everything was pleasure. She couldn’t even moan. Her world was pounding pleasure. Her world was his cock thrusting inside her and the pleasure his words were thrusting into her body.
She couldn’t take much more but he said it again **”Cum for me”** and then he was grunting and shaking, moaning in orgasm, sliding his cock in and out of her once more before slamming himself into her, to his hilt. And he spoke again, one last time as his orgasm was finishing, as he was filling her with his seed, as she was trying to catch her breath, he said, **”Cum for me.”**
And then, his mouth was on hers as she came, kissing her deeply, as she shook. As her nostrils flared trying to pull in oxygen. As she felt more pleasure than she had felt in her entire life. He held her as it finished. Held her as she started to cry, but a happy overwhelming cry. Then he said the strangest thing, “Stop here.”
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Today
“Have fun, me,” her video said and she waved into the camera as the recording ended.
Yuna had no idea what to say or do, but then she saw that Molly was standing patiently to the side. She had a pretty white and black string bikini held in one hand and a lovely, expensive looking, white wrap, a pair of sandals, and a name tag that said, “Hello, my name is Yuna.”
And seeing it, seeing the outfit, she knew two things. The first was that it would fit her perfectly. The second, was that she had no choice, she had been compelled to wear it. The knowledge made her smile as she stood to dress.
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