MC MoWaT

Only His collar...

The calm that only His collar can give...

The pleasure that only His collar can give...

The comfort that only His collar can give...

The validation that only His collar can give...

Where is your collar?

Credit: Rosvo

One of my faves

It was ridiculous how low a morally-bankrupt supervillain businessman like Terence Tartarus had to stoop in order to get government funding for his mind-controlling compliance jewelry. After his brainwashing sex pit, Club Absinthe, had been publicly busted, his normal contacts had stopped returning his phone calls. In order to get back on his feet the world’s greatest inventor (by his own…

It was funny, but even after all this time Carl's tie still smelled like him. It must have been at least a month since his last visit, even though she sometimes got texts from him every now and again, and yet when Leesa put the length of fabric up to her nose she could still get a clear, strong impression of his cologne and underneath that just the faintest scent of masculine musk. It always sent her into a reverie, thinking of the wonderful night she spent with him and the sheer overwhelming pleasure he brought her, and Leesa always wound up wrapping it around her eyes to remember what it was like with nothing but touch to guide her through their sexual encounter.

The memories were always so clear and vivid whenever she did that--Leesa didn't know much about the subject, she wasn't that kind of smart, but she supposed it had something to do with the visceral sensory impressions she got when there was no sight to get in the way. But it was all so real to her that she could actually hear the door to her apartment opening and closing, and the sound of footsteps padding their way to her bedroom, and the sensation of Carl's warm hands against her body through her clothes felt like it was genuinely happening to her right then and there. She let out a gentle sigh as she recalled him undressing her, caressing every new inch of skin as it was exposed, and sending her into a kind of hypnagogic state where nothing mattered but pleasure. God, it felt wonderful.

Carl had known just how to touch her on that magical night, his fingers tweaking and teasing her stiff pink nipples until she was panting with arousal, and Leesa was so lost in the memory of that moment she could swear the hands she felt on her breasts were really there. If she took off the blindfold, of course, she'd know it was all just her fevered imagination, but that was exactly why Leesa never wanted to take off the blindfold when she went back to that special evening. She wanted to live in the moment, to feel it all happening to her like it was fresh and new all over again, and if she imagined her moans mingling with Carl's rough, urgent breathing then it was just proof that she had a very vivid imagination. Carl had told her that himself.

Even with an imagination as vivid as hers, though, something in Leesa's mind hesitated when she felt Carl's thick cock sliding between her slick pussy lips. That didn't seem possible to simply conjure up, not even with the aid of a glorious memory of the real thing to guide her, and for just a moment she wondered what she would see if she did take off the blindfold… and why she always made the decision to wrap Carl's tie around her eyes shortly after receiving a text from him. A text whose contents kept slipping out of her head, she realized, in the instant before her climax obliterated her entire chain of reasoning. Leesa wasn't that kind of smart, but she wasn't that kind of dumb either and she knew Carl had a key to her apartment.

But in the end the pleasure simply overwhelmed her, and Leesa's eyelids fluttered shut behind the length of fabric as Carl fucked her into blissful oblivion and left her lying on the bed with his semen slowly oozing out between her puffy pink labia. He spoke to her then, his words easily finding purchase in her semi-conscious and vulnerable mind, and although he took the tie with him when he left he was sure to put a new one in its place. Because one of Leesa's triggers was the scent of his cologne, and Carl wanted to make sure it was always fresh for her.

Betsy heard the footsteps coming up behind her, but try as she might she couldn't turn to see who they belonged to. Her face was a mask of concentration by that point, every muscle tensed in a determined but ultimately futile effort to look away from the dazzling crystals that swung and danced in the breeze, and it felt like she was living out her own personal horror movie when the man behind her pressed cool metal against her skin and murmured, "It was the sound, wasn't it? That was what first drew you in. The sound of soft music, chimes in your ears promising the sweetest of ecstasy if only you came and looked." Betsy couldn't even nod. She remained as still as a statue, staring at the prisms hanging from a stranger's rear window.

Something inside her melted into sweet relief when the blades of the man's scissors began to snip away at her clothing--not that Betsy really wanted to have her outfit shredded, leaving her completely naked in a stranger's backyard where the privacy fence concealed any number of transgressions, but it beat any of the alternatives she was imagining and she was just so thankful she wasn't about to get killed. Even the man's voice sounded more soothing when he ran his fingers down Betsy's spine and said, "The sound always draws my good girls. They can't help opening the gate and coming inside, and once they do, well… you don't even want to move anymore, do you?"

In her head, Betsy began to protest… but then she realized with a mental start that all of her efforts to break free from the paralysis that gripped her had gradually subsided once the man began snipping at the fabric of her clothing. Now that she was naked, now that she could feel her purpose beginning to take shape, she'd gone from tensing every muscle in a desperate struggle to escape to simply standing, staring… leaking? Oh. Oh yes. Betsy hadn't noticed it until now, but she was incredibly fucking wet. "It's all just part of the process," the stranger cooed, his hand tracing over the curve of her ass to goose her pussy. "You'll like it, if you don't already."

Betsy still couldn't nod, but something inside her head responded to the stranger's every utterance with warm, blissful acceptance. She felt his hands all over her, kneading her breasts and stroking the sensitive skin of her throat, and when he told her, "You're almost ready, darling," it felt like the most wonderful pronouncement in the world. She knew now that she'd been called for a reason, that there was a shape and a purpose to her submission, and once she felt her Master's bulge rubbing against her backside as he groped and caressed her, she knew exactly what that was. The rainbows in her eyes told her all the promises of the chimes were fulfilled, and Betsy's voice finally returned to her as she whimpered in blessed climax under her owner's touch.

He took her inside after that, and even though Betsy hadn't been able to so much as flinch under her own power she walked smoothly and easily at his command. He brought her into the basement, where several other beautiful women with similarly vacant stares watched another set of windchimes… and it was only moments before Betsy was descending deep into trance right along with them.

"Now you know the rules," Peter intoned, his hand slipping into Tamara's underwear as he fixed her with a piercing stare. "You have five minutes to stop yourself from cumming, beginning now. If you can resist orgasm, you can walk out of here a free woman and I'll make sure a million dollars is deposited into a bank account under your name. If you let the needy, horny bitch inside your mind win… again… you have to stay my slave for another night and we can try again tomorrow. Does all that make sense to you, Tammi? Or are you already starting to slip away into my eyes and the warm, soothing sound of my voice? Don't lie, I can tell this is making you wet."

It didn't actually make a lot of sense to Tamara, but not for the reasons Peter was insinuating; she couldn't remember how she'd gotten to this luxury penthouse apartment, or why she was wearing nothing more than a lacy peek-a-boo bra and frilly panties, or even if he had a million dollars to pay her for five minutes of resisting his touch. But some deep, unconscious conviction filled all the soft spaces in her mind and memory, easily convincing Tamara that everything he was telling her was true, and she murmured, "Yes sir, that… nnnnhhh… that makes sense to me, sir," in a high breathy voice that momentarily devolved into a grunt of ecstasy. She couldn't deny that he knew exactly how to touch her, that much was intimately clear.

He chuckled. "Well, I managed to get at least one coherent sentence out of you, that's more than most nights. You do remember those other nights, don't you, Tammi? I mean, I'm sure you're not so weak-willed and malleable that just having a finger in your pussy makes your brain all dumb and horny and ready to leak your thoughts into your panties. That would mean you're going to lose again, Tammi. That would mean you're not even going to make it five minutes before you collapse into a shuddering, shaking mess against me and I get to keep you for another night. You don't actually want that, do you, honey?" Tamara tried to answer, she truly did. But just then Peter's thumb pressed down hard right over her clit, and all that came out was a whimpering moan.

"Oh my god!" Peter exclaimed, acting theatrically shocked at the light of arousal filling Tamara's eyes. "You really do want that! You really do want to be my weak and stupid slut for another night. You want to degrade yourself for me, present your cunt like a needy bitch in heat and hump anything I tell you--you probably even want to be hypnotized again, don't you? You want to keep staring into my eyes and listening to the ache in your pussy until your mind fades into silence and the only thing that matters is my voice in your ears." Tamara wondered how long he'd been talking, whether they were getting close to that five minutes she remembered needing to hold out for, but she couldn't look away from his eyes. He'd probably set a timer or something. She'd know when she'd won.

But Peter's hypnosis distorted her sense of time, and five minutes felt like an hour, and she spent the whole time whimpering and trembling and lost in his eyes before the dam finally broke and she slumped forward into his arms with her whole body quaking in ecstasy. "There there, that's a good girl, we both know you can never win," he murmured, petting her back gently with his free hand, and it was with the most profound sense of relief that Tammi sank to her knees and gave up the pretense of thought for another obedient night.

Liv tried to tell herself to get up, she really did. She kept reminding herself that Amber would be out of the shower at any minute, and the position Liv was currently in went beyond 'compromising' and straight into an admission of guilt. But her muscles still felt wrung out with exhaustion from repeated clenching, and her mind remained dopey and dazed with ecstasy and oxytocin, and all she could really do was lie there draped over the edge of the bed with her eyelids drooping and semen leaking slowly down her thigh. And sure enough, Amber walked in to find her roommate naked from the waist down on her mattress, and all Liv could do was mumble, "I, um… I can explain…."

But of course, she couldn't. There wasn't an explanation in the world that would suffice for her sudden, overwhelming compulsion to seduce Amber's boyfriend Joshua right there in Amber's bedroom with Amber still home, and Liv's whole body flushed with the heat of a furious blush that somehow managed to settle right between her thighs and make her pussy spasm with mortifyingly obvious lust. Joshua didn't say a word, sitting in Amber's computer chair and playing video games like his dick wasn't still wet with Liv's juices, and Liv instantly and immediately knew she was on her own in whatever efforts she made to apologize to her ominously silent roommate. "I, um, you see, I…."

Liv trailed into silence again, trying to reassemble the fragmented narrative of the last twenty minutes into some kind of coherence inside her mind so that she could come up with something--an explanation, a rationalization, even a plausible-sounding lie although that seemed impossible given that her cunt was fully exposed and Joshua's semen was still dripping out of it. She remembered coming into the bedroom to ask if the couple wanted anything from DoorDash while she was ordering, and she remembered seeing that Joshua was in the room by himself, and--and incongruously, she remembered Joshua's class ring, the one he wore even though high school was almost seven years ago for them now and the gaudy red stone set into it was such a distraction whenever Liv was trying to carry on a conversation with him. And then….

"I, um, I guess I just--" Liv broke off, fully aware that 'I guess I just saw the outline of your boyfriend's dick through his boxers and I dropped to my knees and began to lick and nuzzle it through the fabric until he sprung an erection and then I wriggled out of my skirt and panties and bent over on the bed with my legs spread and begged him to pump me full of jizz' wasn't going to cut it as an explanation. Liv felt like she could tell her story so much better if her mind didn't keep drifting back to that ring, which was stupid because she didn't even remember seeing it when she was sucking Joshua to full mast. It was just looming large in Liv's memory for some reason, sticking in her brain from all the other times they sat and talked while Amber was otherwise occupied, and it didn't matter here but it also felt incredibly important. And she didn't understand why.

It was frankly an incredible relief when Amber knelt down between Liv's thighs and began to lick the jizz out of Liv' s leaky cunt. It was as if her old friend was telling her everything was fine, non-verbally expressing her forgiveness with a gesture that spoke louder than words, and Liv allowed her mind to drift into memories of the sparkling red gemstone with a sigh of contented pleasure that soon melted into moans of ecstasy. She ground her pussy against Amber's tongue, her earlier satiation replaced by a new wave of red-hot lust, and Joshua must have felt the same way because he was soon fucking Amber so hard her face pressed repeatedly into Liv's still-messy labia. And everything was right with the world again.

Cmon, it's nothing sinister, no motive...it's just a kiss right?~

Why so scared of just a little kiss?~

In fact why don't I just-

Mwah~