This is the first of a two-parter in my ongoing story Override for your pleasure 🖤
This is a little snippet of the full chapter which is available on my website (feel free to check my profile for it!)
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Violet curled her legs up onto the big armchair and sipped from the big mug she held in both hands. She had a window seat in one of the chain coffee shops overlooking the city’s busiest tourist square. Hundreds of people, mostly visitors, milled around in the summer heat below her: taking pictures, buying street food and planning the rest of their day.
She wasn’t interested in the tourists, though. Violet was carefully watching over the client of hers who was making her own way through the crowds. Only if you were paying a lot of attention would you notice that she wasn’t actually going anywhere: in fact, she’d been walking pretty much the same circuitous route around the square for the half hour since her override had started.
Her name was Lexi, and unlike many of Violet’s clients she had entered into her current predicament fully aware and with every intention of holding onto her memories. She knew that she was being overridden, she knew what was in store and she had no way of stopping her body from acting out the session she’d so excitedly brought to her mistress the previous week.
Lexi wore very little in the way of clothes. A light, sleeveless shift dress in dusty pink was all that covered her, with a skirt landing partway down her thigh. Underwear was forbidden today. A pair of strappy sandles crossed her feet. She was an exhibitionist through and through, and was only too happy to pay for the privilege of Violet shutting down her gut reaction to run and hide.
The weather was still, but even when the odd breeze lifted her skirt a little she was incapable of holding it down: her hands were forbidden from moving below the line of her waist. Instinctively, she’d tried a few times but it was as if an invisible table blocked them. Instead, she held them clasped together in front as she meandered through the busy square.
Violet decided it was time to bring her in and let the real fun begin. She tapped at her laptop and Lexi responded immediately, straightening up and turning to walk directly toward the coffee shop. Violet smirked as she typed some more commands and Lexi ran her hands from her waist, up over her breasts and round to settle at the back of her neck. She toyed with her long red hair as if she were tying it up in a ponytail, but never quite got to the point of lowering her hands. Her skirt was pulled that little bit higher as she walked, her cheeks burning pink. Another tap on the keyboard and she was freed from the pose, allowed to let her hands fall again.
As Lexi approached the bottom of the building, Violet grabbed a bag and rose from her seat to head toward the bathrooms. Once there, she approached the furthest cubicle and pushed it open to find Lexi standing, totally naked, with her back to the door. Her dress sat folded on top of her shoes on the toilet lid.
“Hi, little pet,” she purred. “I hope you’ve been having fun?” Lexi nodded, but didn’t speak. She couldn’t.
Violet began to run her hands over Lexi’s body from behind, starting at her hips and playing over her slim belly. The woman practically convulsed with pleasure at the touch: it was standard operating procedure for Violet that her clients would respond to her in this way. Still no sound escaped her lips, even as her legs shook and her back arched.
“Turn around, face me,” Violet ordered. Lexi did so. From her bag, Violet produced a pair of nipple clamps: ornate little metal near-circles that hinged open and then clasped shut, forcing Lexi’s nipples to stand proudly out from her small breasts.
Next, Violet sank to her knees. She couldn’t resist a playful little tap of her fingers on Lexi’s pussy, watching her beautiful client squirm and shake at her touch. Rummaging again in her bag, she found Lexi’s next accessory and began to attach it. A delicate but vicious little clamp sank into each of her labia, connected by a light chain. From that chain hung a small but deceptively heavy bell. It pulled down at Lexi’s skin just enough for the effect to be visible. Even as she shook with pleasure at her mistress’s touch, the bell began tinkling away sweetly.
Rising to her feet again, Violet took in the additions. “You look very pretty, you know.”
… you can read more of this story at kiterose.com
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/uouln6/override_chapter_3_lexi_part_1_fdom_fsub_mind