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Right. Here we are. You know what I want to talk about, don't you?

Oh, don't play dumb. You've been sneaking glances at my chest all evening. Did you really think I wouldn't notice? You're not subtle.

No, no, no. Stop that. I don't want excuses or apologies. That just makes you look even more pathetic.

Besides, you've misunderstood. I'm not asking you to stop.

I'm telling you to stare.

That's right. Eyes down. Drink them in. Very good.

I know what I'm doing, when I wear a dress like this. My body doesn't affect everyone but for a simple little mind like yours... Oh, yes. This is the perfect trap.

A handful of glimpses and you were already nicely compliant. You didn't question it when I ordered you in here. At that rate, a few minutes of staring at my tits should be enough to turn your brain into mush.

Then I can go back out to the party and keep playing the good hostess. I need to mingle and see if there are any other likely candidates tonight. You can stay in here and drool until I'm done.

"S-so like I was saying, I really don't think it's… hhhh… fair to call me a, uhh, a, a s-slut…." Madison paused to pant for air, momentarily exhausted by the effort of forcing the three-inch thick dildo into her tight pussy. She kept trying to force her muscles to relax to accommodate the massive silicone shaft, but of course getting stretched so completely made her cunt throb and tingle so hard it kept clenching down instinctively around the fake cock inside her. She didn't think she could have even crammed in as much of the sex toy as she had if she wasn't so completely wet. "S-sorry, where, where was I?" she asked muzzily, trying to get her mind back on the conversation.

Ryan opened his mouth to answer, but Madison waved him off. "Right, right, I remember. Slut." She resumed her efforts, squatting down further and further onto the gigantic sex toy until it disappeared, inch by fraction of an inch, into her hungry cunt. "I, I just, I… f-fuck… I think I have a, a high sex drive," she stammered, her eyes reflexively crossing and uncrossing in ecstasy as she felt the dildo filling her up. "And I, uhh, I'm not a-ashamed of my body--why would I be? It's, ohhhh, ohh fuckkk… it's beautiful. There's nothing s-s-slutty about, nnnh, about enjoying myself." Madison froze again, taking another moment to adjust to the sensation of being stretched out and filled up and clenching hard around the huge dick inside her. Her jaw went slack with pleasure, and for a moment Ryan's face blurred as her vision swam in euphoric bliss.

"I--nnnfff! I just, I just think you're a prude, honestly," she muttered, refocusing her attention on the toy and her slow descent onto its ginormous veiny shaft. "L-like, calling me a… a 'brainwashed, horny slut' is, it's, uhh, it's… unfair?" Madison could feel her pubic mound touching the molded silicone balls now, and she knew she couldn't be more than an inch or so away from fulfilling her task. Ryan would have to take her a little more seriously once he saw she could fit the entire enormous fuck-off dildo into her capacious pussy, and then he'd maybe take her a bit more…. "Oh fuck it's so big," she mumbled, her eyelids fluttering as she felt her mind brushing the edge of climax. More seriously, that was it.

"I, I mean, yes, I'm easy to… to hypnotize, and y-yes, I like to, to fuck fuck FUCK!" Madison squealed, unable to hold back her vocal and enthusiastic expression of desire as her edges came more frequently and approached orgasm ever more closely. "But, I, uhh, I just, I… um, s-slut is such a… a loaded term. I d-don't, I don't know if I… fuck, I… g-god, it's so big… if I'd use that word, is all, I…." She trailed into silence again, this time unable to move for fear of accidentally pushing herself past her ability to hold back climax--it was all the way inside her now, balls deep in her dripping cunt, and Madison's tongue lolled out of her mouth like a panting dog as she struggled to cope with a pleasure so intense she could barely even understand it. She could feel it breaking her brain, and all she wanted to do was give in.

Madison looked up at Ryan. It took all the effort in the world to reel in her tongue long enough to speak. "May I please cum?" she asked, her voice high and meek as any schoolgirl's. "I… I'll be your slut if you let me cum." He looked back at her in grave, quiet contemplation… and then he nodded, and Madison's resistance finally collapsed like a house of cards as her climax overwhelmed her.

A number of questions bubbled up into Ellen's mind as she walked into the living room and saw Babs sitting there with her tits out, casually reading a magazine as if there was nothing unusual about lounging on the couch in nothing more than a pair of panties and a camisole that was tugged down under her pale, pendulous breasts to expose the long stiff nipples. Ellen stared for a long moment, jaw slack and brow furrowed as she tried first to resolve, then to understand, and finally simply to escape the growing fog of confusion in her brain. Finally, without ever so much as uttering a word, Ellen collapsed into blank, blissful acceptance and she lay down in Babs's lap and pursed her lips around one engorged teat.

"That's a good girl," Babs cooed, reaching down to stroke Ellen's hair and smooth away her furrowed brow. "It just feels so good to stop thinking and suck for Mistress, doesn't it?" The words sparked a petulant, befuddled defiance somewhere in Ellen's muzzy brain--even though she was suckling at Babs's teat like a little baby, that didn't give her roommate authority over her--but it never coalesced into action, not when she couldn't even pull her mouth long away from the other woman's nipple to gainsay her words. If she was that weak, if her mind was that foggy and lost and subjugated, then she couldn't really say no to anything else, either, could she? Again the wave of resistance collapsed without any external sign of its presence.

"You're my good little baby girl now," Babs continued, her voice soothing and familiar inside Ellen's increasingly hazy mind. "Sucking yourself nice and stupid for Mistress until every last thought falls out of that pretty little head of yours." Ellen had to admit, there was something intensely primal about being petted and stroked while she suckled at a pair of truly massive breasts--it made her feel small in comparison, a trick of both physical and mental perspective that left her regressing back to some point almost before memory where nothing mattered but latching onto the tit and filling her belly with warm, sweet milk. Ellen couldn't even tell if it was memory anymore, or if she was actually tasting the creamy flavor running over her tongue as she sucked herself vacant.

She felt Babs reach out with her free hand, resting it on the crotch of Ellen's leggings and gently rubbing until Ellen's whole body gently glowed with a suffusion of soft and sleepy pleasure. "Deeper and deeper for me, dearie," Babs murmured, "deeper into the power of my tits," and the phrase stirred a realization that came from deep down in Ellen's subconscious. This wasn't the first time they'd done this. Babs had been… conditioning her, there was no other word for it… to instinctively respond to the sight of her bare breasts and exposed nipples by crawling into her lap and regressing herself back to a state of infantile complacency. She was--she was vulnerable in this state, her defenses dropped completely by the fundamental intimacy of their connection, and it was easy for the other woman to program her. To brainwash her. Ellen tried to use those words to lever herself out of the state of amiable compliance she'd drifted into, but all they did was cement her total surrender in this moment.

"Are you going to be a good girl for Mommy, sweetie?" Babs asked, and Ellen bucked her hips hard against her roommate's hand as the words finally brought her subjugation into tight, clear focus.

"There we go, sleepy girl," Marissa cooed, giving Leigh's cheek one final gentle caress as the younger woman went completely and totally limp. "All nice and relaxed for me. Ready to lie back and listen while we have a nice… long… chat." She took out a pair of fabric scissors as she spoke, neatly and precisely snipping her way through Leigh's clothing in a series of swift motions until every last inch of the alabaster skin beneath her outfit was exposed and she lay completely nude on the cozy pile of cushions. Leigh wasn't going to need clothes when Marissa was done with her. She wasn't going to be leaving this apartment ever again. And Marissa was sick of being patient.

It was the work of a moment for Marissa to shuck off her own outfit, leaving it heedlessly scattered about the apartment as she prepared to claim her beautiful hypnotized slave. "You feel so good every time you try to think about what I'm doing to you," she murmured, leaning in close as she spoke so her breath tickled Leigh's small breasts and tightly gathered nipples, and she smiled in amused gratification when the supine woman squirmed lazily in mindless arousal. "The pleasure feels better than the thought, so every time you try to think you lose yourself in pleasure instead. The deeper you go into that warm, sensual bliss, the more you find yourself craving it. It's always so addictive to get lost in my power and sink for me like a good girl."

Marissa spread Leigh's legs wider, teasing and rubbing the supine young woman's wet cunt--Leigh's hand had fallen there, victim of a last urge to masturbate somewhere between the time Marissa began to seduce her conquest into trance and the moment when she surrendered so deeply that her body simply collapsed into ragdoll lassitude. "Every time you wake, pretty girl, you're going to wonder where your clothes are and what you're doing in my apartment. Every time you try to answer those questions, it's going to lead you back into peace and pleasure for me. Every time you sink down, and down, and down into that heady, drowsy bliss, you're going to find your fingers teasing you back into compliance to my will."

Marissa began to match motion to description, insinuating her own fingers deeper and deeper into Leigh's fever-warm pussy until the limp and helpless woman began to pant despite her own complete and total lethargy. "The pleasure will hypnotize you. Hypnosis will draw you to me to reinforce your programming. And the ecstasy my brainwashing gives will addict you more and more to the desire to be controlled." She knew she had Leigh caught and held when the younger woman's cunt clenched hard in orgasm--it would take plenty more sessions before her new slave succumbed completely and ceased her confused efforts at defiance, but that was fine. Marissa had plenty of time. And it wasn't like poor little Leigh had anywhere else she needed to be, not with a job that had collapsed out from under her in a new city leaving her at the tender mercy of her landlady.

The best part was, Marissa only had to go down two flights of stairs to erase every last bit of evidence her tenant was ever there. "You can only sink deeper into obedience," she purred, her fingers now all the way in her new slave all the way up to the knuckle, and Leigh let out a grunt of ecstasy as she surrendered fully to pleasure at last.

"Oh my god, Daisy!" Cassie limped over to her friend, enfolding her in a tight hug as the tension inside her unwound into sobs and laughter at the same time. "I, I thought you, I--back in the clearing, I saw those things lift you into the air and I thought you were… oh thank god, Daisy. I was so scared. I was so, so scared." She felt giddy all of a sudden, so relieved to see the other woman that all of her other concerns--the fading afternoon sunlight, their lack of supplies, the ankle she'd twisted fleeing headlong into the forest in a random direction--simply faded into the warm comfort of another human being's touch. Everything would be alright now they were together again.

If anything, Daisy seemed to feel the moment of connection even stronger than Cassie did. "Ssh, shh, it's okay," she whispered, pressing her body into Cassie's with an intimacy that might have startled Cassie under any other circumstances. "You don't have to worry about that anymore. You don't have to worry about anything anymore." She kissed Cassie then, her soft pink lips pressing in hard with a sensual chemistry that felt almost like an electric spark passing between the two women, and it felt like the narrow space between them charged up with an intense and powerful energy Cassie's weary mind couldn't resist. She began to run her hands over Daisy's ass, caressing the pigtailed woman through her ratty cut-offs with an eagerness that surprised her.

That caress seemed to give them both permission to explore one another's bodies, and before Cassie knew it the straps of her crop top were off her shoulders and her bare tits were rubbing against Daisy's pale, heavy breasts. Their stiff pink nipples brushed against each other again and again, intensifying the heady lust that was already overwhelming Cassie, and she found herself pushing Daisy's shorts down to get a good feel of her soft, grababble ass. The throb in her ankle didn't seem to matter anymore. Neither did being lost in the forest. Neither did the strange alien beings she saw in the forest, imprisoning Daisy in a beam of light and lifting her up off the ground in a pose of spread-eagled helplessness. Only fucking was important now.

They lay back on the soft grass together, wanting nothing more than to explore each other's bodies without the distraction of standing, and Cassie found herself panting with arousal as her friend began to play with her alabaster tits. Every gasp brought in more of the warm, heady scent of Daisy's lust, so obvious and potent now that it felt like a drug in Cassie's head, and she finally noticed the elusive strangeness of her sudden and intense arousal that seemed to grow stronger and stronger with each breath. Specifically with each breath. Specifically with each inhalation of that… god, that musk, it was so strong, so inescapable, so, so…. "How did you get away?" Cassie mumbled, her voice loose and muzzy in her own ears.

Daisy pushed a finger into Cassie's mouth, one already slick and salty with the flavor of her own cunt. "You don't need to worry about that," she said, and Cassie had just enough time to recognize the dazed and empty look in the other woman's eyes before the taste kicked her libido into overdrive and she stopped thinking about anything but licking that finger perfectly clean.

Kacey had to admit, Allan was right. He and his wife both tasted amazing. It seemed like such a ludicrous assertion back at the hotel bar, an almost nonsensical statement from an older couple who were clearly hunting for a unicorn to join them back in their expensive suite for a threesome Allan obviously expected to take full charge of. But now that she was up in the room with them, comfortably ensconced between two warm bodies in just the right position to put her mouth to good use on both Allan and Jessica, Kacey couldn't help agreeing that their flavor was warm and sensuous and so potently erotic that the mere act of running her tongue over their sensitive skin felt like she was caressing herself.

It felt so good to suck Allan's dick while she rubbed Jessica's furry cunt that Kacey barely even spared a moment to wonder exactly how she'd gone from rolling her eyes in exasperated amusement with Allan's blatant come-ons to lying on the king-sized bed with them and pleasuring their bodies while they kissed with an expression of obvious triumph on their smiling faces. She remembered knowing what they were after--it wasn't the first time Kacey had been approached by an older couple hoping to use her bisexuality and youthful beauty to spice up their relationship, all the while assuming her own needs would come last if they came at all.

C-came… oh shit. She'd just done exactly that, hadn't she? Kacey had just climaxed from sucking cock, something she didn't even realize was possible until now.

H-he, Allan, he… he'd told her she would cum from having her mouth used. She, she didn't believe him at the time, not fully, but… god, everything he said to her down at the bar was coming true. Like he'd somehow gotten inside her head with those piercing, penetrating eyes of his, and she couldn't disagree with a word he said, even the plainly impossible stuff. Even the stuff Kacey couldn't fully remember--she had a sudden memory of tables emptying and filling around them, the ebb and flow of the evening's business becoming as distant and irrelevant as the details of their pleasant conversation. Kacey might have spent hours staring into Allan's mesmerizing gaze. She didn't think twice about it until her inexplicable climax stunned her into realization.

She was already sinking back down into that same blissful reverie, losing herself in the taste and the scent and the gloriously submissive worship of the older couple's bodies, but Kacey had just enough presence of mind to finally recognize what had happened to her. She'd been hypnotized, lulled into following along with Allan's suggestions like her mind was floating down a lazy river of euphoric surrender and she was simply being swept away by the current, and now her mind was being colonized by the conditioning he was slipping into her unthinking brain. And if she didn't fight it now, Kacey would wind up succumbing to the urge to settle herself into a new life as Allan and Jessica's happy, horny little unicorn girl….

And oh fuck that sounded hot. That sounded so, so fucking hot. Kacey came again, unable to resist the post-hypnotic suggestion licking away at her clit every time she used her mouth to pleasure the older couple, and her eyes glazed over as she returned to her oral worship. Allan and Jessica smiled at each other, glancing down at their new girlfriend with an expression of triumph on their faces, and returned to making out.

Claire bumped into Bea on the stairwell, heading up as the other woman was going down, and almost immediately her face flushed beet red with an awkward mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Um, uh, h-hi, Bea, I… I was just, uhh, just, just…." Then the urge took over, and Claire wriggled her jeans down around her knees while her hand slipped helplessly between her legs to rub her suddenly soaking pussy. Bea matched her actions motion for motion, her pale pink fingers slipping inside the waistband of her panties, and the sound of their heavy panting soon echoed in both directions as they began to masturbate themselves into blank, vapid idiocy.

If Claire had known Bea was coming down this way, she would have taken the elevator. If Bea had realized Claire was going to take the stairs, she would have gone a different direction as well. But they both knew from uncomfortable experience that trying to second-guess one another's movements only led to unexpected encounters in different parts of the apartment building, and at least the stairwell offered a minimal amount of privacy for them to lock gazes and drift off into mindless, masturbatory bliss. If they couldn't avoid each other--and god knew they both tried these days--they could at least make these moments as painless as possible.

Not that it felt painful for Claire right now. If anything, it was the exact opposite; giving in to the hypnotic compulsion to reinforce Bea's programming, while simultaneously feeling the hot tingling throb of compliance to Bea's irresistible example, made her literally swoon with pleasure. She had to grab onto the banister with her free hand, an act that put her intimately close to Bea's plump pink lips, and she couldn't help whispering in a seductive, breathy sigh, "Good girls m-make more good girls." Bea repeated the phrase back to her, and soon the two of them were moaning it gently into one another's mouths as they got closer and closer to kissing.

When it finally came, the kiss made Claire's constant edges that much more potent and pleasurable, bringing back memories of that first night when they wound up surrendering together to the power of what they both thought at the time was an absurd dare from their friend Delia. Ever since they watched Delia's 'irresistible hypnosis video', a claim they once thought laughable but now regarded with rueful embarrassment, simply being in one another's presence was enough to turn them both into helpless, horny sluts. It ended their friendship in some ways, simply out of sheer necessity, but it made their chance encounters so much more divinely seductive that Claire honestly wasn't sure whether she was trying to avoid Bea or bump into her every 'accidental' chance she got.

She finally lost herself to climax, grunting into Bea's mouth as the other woman came in a perfectly synchronized orgasm, and the brief moment of afterglow gave them both just enough self-control to hurriedly pull up their pants and scurry away from each other with identical humiliated expressions on their faces. Claire tried to push the fuzzy, foggy sensation of stupefied obedience out of her brain… but when she ran into Delia, just another flight or two further up, she rapidly found herself slipping away into mind-melted trance once more.

She wanted to watch a movie.

One I wasn't interested in.

She still kept my undivided attention.

She wanted a lazy Saturday.

In fact, I wouldn't even have to get dressed.

Or off the floor.

When she has complete control.

And knows it.

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Most men knew the most will destroying pheromones drifted out from the cleavage. They would keep their distance, back away if they felt woozy or aroused. Many New Women respected that - they controlled the world, there real power was so overwhelming on so many levels it cost them nothing to allow few small acts of resistance. 

Then there were those who would subtly close the distance … a man might not notice as she gradually flexed her muscles, turned the pheromonal screws just a tad tighter.

Then there was the ‘Subtlety is overrated’ contingent.

“Aww… he’s trying so hard to resist. It’s adorable. He he… and three… two…”

“MMMMPPPFFFF!!!!”

For his part he stood at the edge of the bed in nothing but boxers, trying desperately to look at her eyes. His pants were tented indicating an impressive endowment.

"So you like what you see, huh," she says in a sultry voice, breaking the ice. "It's ok to stare. You'll get to do more than see them tonight."

A drop of precum begins to stain his boxers as she pulls the nightie off. They are perfect. Massive, bouncing and jiggling with every movement. Perfectly equal in size and not an ounce of sag. One could argue they were too perfect to be natural, but the jiggle proved that false.

"Come join me, silly." He realized he was drooling. She bounced them as he got in her bed. "Great, aren't they? A guy I used to date, he was a physicist, used to call them 'black hole tits.' Get it? Cause they're so big they just draw you in and you can't escape. Go ahead, touch them."

He didn't have to be asked twice. Soft, perfectly yielding in his hands with just a touch of firmness when he squeezed harder. "Fuck," he muttered as he rolled a diamond hard nipple between his fingers.

She just grinned. "You can suck them if you want." Again, he went at it, slightly unsure of himself, licking and sucking the closest nipple.

It was her turn to mutter 'fuck.' "Your mouth feels so good." She reached into his boxers to stroke his cock. "So big. Gawd, I can't believe a guy like you is packing heat like this." He recoiled a bit at that remark. It was true that he fit the definition of a stereotypical nerd, lanky, high grades, virgin. She felt this remarking "No, it's OK, I didn't mean that. I just mean I love smart guys, and most of them aren't as, fuck, why don't you just bury that smart head between my tits?"

It was hard to argue when she was stroking his shaft so expertly, so he buried his head in soft, yielding titflesh. "Good boy," she moaned. "Good smart, sexy boy." He was only half listening at this point, so comfortable in her tits as she wrapped her free arm around his head, pulling him in closer. "A good boy with his head in my black hole tits. My massive tits. Nothing can escape. Not even the smart thoughts in your pretty head."

He whimpered slightly, and she stroked his cock in a way that coaxed out another moan. "Shh, it's OK pretty boy." She drew his head in tighter. "This is why I love smart boys. So easy to drain all of the smarts out of their heads to grow my boobs bigger.. It's really best for both of us, I get bigger breasts and you get to be my obedient plaything."

He wasn't really listening at this point. The soft silky mammaries growing around him were draining the thoughts out of his head faster and faster as they swelled. Or was it just the lack of blood to his head as she edged his cock? The thought disappeared instantly. He began to drool again.

"That's it, pretty boy. Pretty smart boy. Well, pretty dumb boy now. But that's ok. You don't need brains. It's so much better to be my pet. My little tit obsessed plaything. To suck my tiddies. To lick my pussy. To fuck my-" He came hard, moaning and drooling into her tits as his cum spurted on both of their legs. "Whoops. Well, I guess you need a bit of training," She giggled, scooping up a glob of cum and licking it up. "C'mon, let's get you out of there before you suffocate." She rolled him out of her now slightly bigger tits and giggled as she looked at the blank expression on his face.

"Oh, you poor boy. But your brains are really better in my tits, I promise. And we're going to have a lot of fun. Just let me get you hard for round two. Once you bury your cock in my cleavage you'll never want it to escape."

***

"Oh really?" Jake raised his eyebrow. "Cause to be honest I'm not quite sure how I did it. It just kinda" he waved his hand "worked."

"Shhh," Monica replied. "The 'Jake is always right foundation' is going through a rough patch, I think it's time for a 'Monica is always right foundation.' For example Jake, did you know that your girlfriend is a cruel and wicked domme who is going to punish you for ruining her favorite top and staining the floors?"

"Monica, what are you doing?" Jake smiled nervously, even more so when he saw how the look on her face had changed.

"I hope you aren't attached to those boxer shorts, because you have an 18 inch constantly hard cock!"

Jake groaned as his new member ripped through his shorts painfully, followed by a moan as he went dizzy, the blood in his erection having to come from somewhere. "Hey, why did you," he couldn't get out a full sentence, feeling drunk. "Did you have to?"

"No, but it's fun. Also that cock of yours has inhuman stamina. You can go for days without cumming. But it's incredibly sensitive. Just the slightest touch takes you to the edge. See?" She rubbed a single finger along the tip, eliciting a bead of precum and a moan.

"Please!" Between the lightheadedness and pleasure Jake felt like he was going to pass out.

"Please what, big boy? You want me to fuck you?" Monica teased, rubbing his shaft.

"Yes, please! Fuck!" Jake was delirious as Monic played with him.

Monica straddled him, rubbing his huge cockhead against the her tight warm slit. It was torture as she rocked back and forth, parting her lips slightly.

His cock was too big. It wouldn't go in.

"Hmm. How about a bj?" Monica giggled as she licked and teased his oversized cock. Again, there was no human way possible to fit it in her mouth.

"Oh well. I guess no sex for my big boy. And I can't stroke you all night, so I guess no cumming either." She put her finger to her lip in a mock thinking pose. "Unless," she paused.

"Unless," Jake gasped his question.

"I could shrink it back down."

"Yes please anything please," Jake shouted.

"Okay! You have an inch and a half hair-trigger dicklet!"

Monica squealed as Jake's newly reduced manhood shot a tiny rope of watery cum on her hand.

"Hey, that's not fair! Why'd you do that," Jake protested.

"Aww, is somebody mad they got off?" Monica pulled her top off, and the sight of her small bust was enough to send Jake over the edge again. "Okay, maybe I overdid it. I can't have you staining the sheets. You have a hypersensitive little clit-dick, but you can't cum."

Jake whined, his third orgasm interrupted.

"Aww, poor 'little boy.' You look so adorably needy like that. Here, hump this pillow. You are addicted to humping pillows, after all."

Jake felt his hips rocking rhythmically against the throw pillow Monica tossed to him. His tongue lolled out slightly as he rubbed against it, overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Oh man, I should record this." Jake flushed bright red, having forgotten he wasn't alone.

"Please, I'm sorry. I just-"

"Shh, little boy. You should be sorry. Naughty boy wanted me to dom all the time when I told him I was a sub. Well now I'm the big mean domme and you're not going to enjoy your punishment. Or maybe you will, you perv. Anyway, I'm not done having my fun with you. You make such a cute pillow humping pet. It turns me on so much. It's a good thing you have an eight inch tongue." Any words Jake tried to say next were incomprehensible. "Why don't you put it to work? You love licking pussy. It's your favorite thing to do in the whole world." Still grinding against the pillow, Jake sank between Monica's knees to try out his new tongue the scent of his favorite treat driving him even more wild.

"Oh fuck," Monica moaned as he slid his tongue inside her. "You're the best pussy licker on the planet." Jake's mouth began doing things that shouldn't be physically possible. "Oh god oh fuck oh yes!" Monica's pussy clenched around the tongue buried deep inside her as she came. She grabbed a handful of Jake's hair, pulling him back a bit. "You're the perfect pussy licking pet. It's a shame you're so stupid, only good at licking my pussy and humping pillows with your tiny dicklet, but you don't need to be smart to make Mistress cum, do you pet?"

Mistress was met by a blank stare from her slightly confused pet. Why wasn't he allowed to lick her? He humped fruitlessly as Mistress laughed before guiding his head back to her cunt and her second, but not last, orgasm of the night.

***

One of the maids had commented to Dana on the state of his bed sheets. Giggling as she not-so-subtly implied who was the subject of his dreams, causing his naughty nocturnal emissions.

Dana was not shocked, boys lusting after her was nothing new. And she delighted in teasing him whenever she had the chance. It was fun, knowing that despite being employed to serve him, she still held that power.

When he came down to the kitchen, supposedly at the behest of his mother, to ask when dinner would be ready, she decided to toy with him a little.

"Is that the only reason you came down...?" she smiled. Despite him insisting it was... her stare made him blush deeply. As she looked down, the obvious tenting in his crotch gave him away.

"Oh... my!" she gasped before giggling. "Ahem... well... you can tell her it will be ready at Six Thirty..." she looked at him slyly. "Unless, of course... I have to do a little more laundry first..."

He looked so flustered, as he pretended to have no idea what she was talking about.

She smirked wider. "Don't act so innocent with me. I've hear what the maids have been saying. Did you think they wouldn't know what you've been up to...?"

He turned redder.

"I do wonder what happens in your dreams between us... they are about me, aren't they...?"

He gulped, but shook his head.

"Are you the man of the house... in your little fantasy...?" she purred her sweet, rhetorical question. "Do you order me to strip for you? Tell me to drop to my knees? Do I beg for your cum? Or do you just hike up my skirt, bend me over, and take me as you please?"

While his cock was obviously getting harder as she teased him, he shook his head again. Her eyes narrowed, and she smirked knowingly.

"Or is it a little more realistic...?" she teased. "Is it me who makes the first move. The wanton servant girl... seducing the innocent young lord?" She giggled. "Do we actually get very far in your dreams...? Or does it happen more like I'd imagine it would...?" She sighed. "Poor boy... would I even need to touch you, before you embarrassed yourself in front of me...?"

With that, she gave him a cocky smile as she pushed her tits together, accentuating her cleavage even further.

This was almost a perfect re-enactment of many of his dreams. And the result in the real world was no different. His cum pulsed out into his briefs as Dana watched on in amusement. She sniggered as he nearly fell down, having to catch himself on a counter top.

She giggled gleefully at the mess he'd made. As he recovered his posture, she confidently strolled over, standing right in front of him, with her chest thrust out. She looked him dead in the eyes, before her gaze drifted down to his crotch.

"Hmm... we might have to push dinner to Seven o'clock in that case..." She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "although I bet you don't want to go and tell you mother while looking like that, do you?"

She giggled again and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, I won't tell her..." she grinned as she saw a little relief on his face. "Buuut... I might need to get one of the other girls to come down and bring you a change of clothes..."

As she saw the look of shame on his face, knowing the circle of this was getting a little bigger, she teased him, "maybe they can show you how to do your own laundry from now on..."

He wasn't sure at first about putting on the headphones.

But his bunnybot assured him it would help him relax, and everyone knew a bunnybot couldn't harm their master.

And he did feel so relaxed while wearing the headphones.

Listening to that pleasant white noise.

His head feeling so clear.

So blank.

So... empty.

And his bunnybot was so helpful, whispering into his ear as his head filled with nothing.

Telling him all the ways he could be a better master to his bunnybot.

And of course he did what she said.

His bunnybot was there to serve.