Not Pulling Out

"There we go," Mike cooed, releasing the pumps from Lisa's nipples with an inrush of air that made the sensitized flesh tingle in helpless arousal. "I think those little cuties have been stretched out about as far as they can go for one session, and how does that feel, sweetie pie? How does that make my horny slut feel looking in the mirror and seeing herself with big puffy areolas and long, stiff nips for Master, hmm?" Lisa squirmed in her chair, trying to hold back the answer for as long as she could even though she could feel the growing compulsion to reply like a pressure at the back of her mind. She knew she couldn't lie, not to her Master, so the closest she could come to defiance was silence and even that wasn't going to last long.

Finally she mumbled, "H-hot, Master," and the worst part was that she could actually see her cunt clench and spasm in twitching ecstasy when the word left her mouth. Not just because she'd been once again defeated by her Master's inexorable hypnotic power, although that turned her on too and she knew it was one more sign of how completely he'd twisted her mind into the pattern of obedience, but because they both knew the truth she was admitting to. Any kind of body modification, even something as simple and relatively impermanent as stretching her nipples with suction, used to be not just a limit but a hard limit. And now it made her wet.

It made her wet because Mike's hypnosis made it make her wet, and the evidence that provided of his total power over her mind was so overwhelmingly erotic that it completely defeated any of Lisa's efforts at resistance. He'd put a suggestion into her brain that made obedience a turn-on, and the more obvious it was that Lisa was obeying the wetter it made her, and she didn't spot the trap behind that until the first time he pushed one of her soft limits and the sheer, unthinking ecstasy of surrendering anyway made her cum like a pornstar. "Good girl," Mike purred, leaning down to suck on one long stiff nipple, and Lisa mewled in pleasure at the sensation.

She tried to tell herself that this was all a very dangerous development, that every time he eroded her boundaries she came that much closer to doing things that might have legitimately life-changing consequences like moving in with Mike, giving up on birth control, or quitting her job. But the problem was that every time she came up with an example of something she truly didn't want to do, not even with all the hypnosis in the world making it seem like an enticing notion, her pussy got wet and she found herself daydreaming about how sexy it would be if Mike suggested it and she gave in anyway. It was terrifying, but it made Lisa want to masturbate at the same time and she just didn't know how to deal with that.

Thankfully, Mike didn't know exactly where all those hidden points of deep emotional conflict lay… not until he pulled his mouth free from her tingling nipple with an audible pop and said, "So, sweetie, what's another thing you really don't want to do?" Lisa knew she couldn't let herself tell him, she knew the last thing in the world Mike needed was a roadmap to breaking her will completely… but that very knowledge was what made it so irresistibly tempting to tell him. And Lisa's cunt slickened as her mouth opened once more.

“So now that you’ve finished orientation, why don’t you just go ahead and follow me and I’ll show you around the office–oh my. I see someone’s butt is a little bit reddened. Did you try to brat to the instructor, then? There’s always one new girl who tries. Don’t worry, nobody’s going to hold it against you. You probably thought you were resisting, didn’t you? Of course you did, silly girl. But it was really just the last little dregs of resistance leaving your body, your new slave mind demonstrating that orientation had melted all that defiance down into weak, ineffectual petulance for your new owners to spank right the fuck out of you. It made you wet hearing that, didn’t it?

"Well, of course it did. Believe me, I know. I designed most of the technology we used to brainwash you. It’s got a high failure rate right now–you’re lucky, your brain is about one in seventy-five that happens to be very susceptible to the neural reorientation process–but thankfully it’s virtually imperceptible to anyone who isn’t affected by it. We used it during the interview to test your suitability as a candidate for the position… the real position, that is, not the fake one you thought you were applying for. And then we used it again during the orientation session to get you properly trained in on your new responsibilities. Please let me know if I’m going too fast for you, by the way. I’m sure you’re probably not used to crawling like that.

"Anyhow, down this hallway you’ll find the employee break room; you’re not entitled to any breaks, of course, but you might find yourself down here performing some stress relief services on some of our employees. The staff here–the real staff like me, not the hospitality staff like you–gets a number of fringe benefits to offset the long hours we put in improving the conditioning technology, and one of them is free access to the pets whenever they’re in the building. We used to have a take-home program, but some of the men got rather territorial about their favorites and wouldn’t return them promptly. And that could be a serious confidentiality breach, you know? We’re not exactly at a stage where we can simply brainwash people into ignoring some of the legal issues surrounding our operation.

"Oh, my, such a dirty look! You really are a defiant little bitch, aren’t you? I can see we’re going to have to give your brain some serious study, little missy. You must be right on the edge of that affected contingent. Not that I’m worried you’ll try anything–you can’t even stand up on your own. But normally the pets have a much more compliant attitude after eight full hours of orientation. I think I might need to put in a requisition request to have you assigned to my lab full-time, at least until I can figure out why you’ve retained as much resistance as you have. And between you and me, I kind of want to see that pretty little glare framed by my thighs. You’re a good little pussy-licker now, aren’t you? Yes, that’s what I thought.

"Anyway. Here’s your hospitality suite, it’s got a bed for you to rest in and an en suite bath for you to clean off between sessions. You’re still technically on orientation until tomorrow, so you’ve got a little while to settle in… but informally, it’s always been my prerogative to test out the new pets. So why don’t you get up on that mattress, lie back, and let me sit on your face and see how well that pretty tongue does its job, mm? Good girl.”

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Not long after pinning this reblog, I end up talking to and meeting a gal on another site and we ended the night at her place, giving me a chance to put my money where my mouth is... figuratively speaking. Money is literally the dirtiest thing that exists, so never put it in a vageen.

Anyway, I ended up draining her with 7 orgasms. How do I know this? Because she was a squirter. My first, actually.

And she failed to give me this crucial piece of information beforehand. So imagine my surprise when I feel it suddenly get really warm and then 💦 in my mouth and then my face as I pulled back. But being totes a nice guy, I didn't wanna her to feel embarrassed after the brief "I didn't tell you" conversation that happened next, so I told her to shut up bcuz I was going to devour her and dove back in.

Much like Westley and Buttercup traversing the Fire Swamp, I learned to watch for the signs of an impending stream of "OHMYGAWD!" When the next one was about to shoot, I pulled back, dodging the stream like Tobey McGuire in Spiderman when Joe Manganiollo came up behind him with a sucker punch. It hit the wall behind me. At number 5 or 6 she actually hit the ceiling. I'm kind of proud of that.

By the end we were both drenched, as was the bed. We were too exhausted to do much, so we stripped the blankets off, she grabbed a fresh blanket, and we crashed while still lying in the damp aftermath of the coupling.

Post script, for the Dommes and Huntresses out there who may be reading this: I woke up late and had to rush out. Getting home, I didn't have time for a shower before I had to meet with some clients, so I wiped down with baby wipes best I could , put on clean clothes, and out the door I went. I was out and about, in meetings and meeting people, then had to run to a couple stores on my way home at three end of the day.

Now, we know how animals mark their property. This thought didn't occur to me until after I got home, but she definitely marked me, and I wonder what effect that might have had on the women I met throughout the day. I cleaned up in a hurry and had to have missed some, which means I had her pheromones on me. Pheromones that denote ownership.

Did these women I met notice this? Somewhere down deep in the cavewoman parts of their brain that we don't necessarily use but remain with us as instinct? And did the ones who were attracted to me have different reactions than the ones who weren't? Did they instinctively recognize a challenge? I suppose it's a moot point since said Miss Squirts-a-lot and I parted ways shortly after.

[amicably, because we're adults and two "Alpha switches-who-usually-sub" don't really mix well long-term]

Then we'd take a break. Have a cheat week. Let your body heal. I'd want to take you shopping so you could get clothes that really showed off your new physique. And I would take you everywhere and show you off so everybody could see how in shape you are.

If a tree falls in the woods and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Likewise, if the only version of you that anybody knows is the obese, lazy cow version, do you really get to experience the exquisite shame that results from everyone seeing the evidence of your indulgence, the results of your surrender and submission to utter gluttony that this kink is rooted in?

No, we need to be sociable. Publicly, and privately, show off that body evry time you leave the house. After that week we'll spend a couple months maintaing your physique, ensuring that not only is this version of you seared into everyone's memories, but you would need to really appreciate it as well. How gracefully it moves, how clothes just hang on you like they do runway models. How everything is so much easier for you being a fit, attractive girl.

Once completed, I'll walk with you right up to that slippery slope that calls to you like a psiren. You notice the ledge you were on when you wrote this original post, way down there. From that height, well, there wouldn't have been any real fall from grace. Especially not compared to where we stand up here, now, near the clouds.

As you take that first step, eating just a few bites more than what has become normal, you already feel that tingle. Without even taking your dishes to the sink, you run to the fridge and get that special dessert we bought for this occasion. As you take that first bite, you feel your mind wanting to drop into sub-space. Locking away the Alpha mindset you acquired over the past few months, you give in and drop, taking your free hand and putting it down the front of the yoga pants you're wearing.

God, that's intense! You can't stand any longer, so you sink down, back to the fridge, fingers moving faster and faster with each inch you sink down. You take another bite, and another, savoring the flavor and thinking about how each bite you swallow is changing you on the molecular level, corrupting you from the inside, and you're actively letting it. As your butt reaches the floor, now two fingers moving in and out of your dripping, needy hole, you think about how stretchy these yoga pants are, and wonder how long it will be before they get retired because you had gained so much weight it ruined the elasticity.

With that thought your brain just sort of pops, your eyes roll back in your head and your entire being is rocked with the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. One hand full of dessert, the other down your pants, you end up twitching on your side, your hips moving slightly forward and back, as if you're desperately trying to hump every last nerve cell to completion. I stand up and walk over to where you're laying, looking down at you. Your face is relaxed and happy, mouth slightly open, drool leaking out of your mouth. My gaze travels down your body and, noticing the wet spot on the floor from where you soaked through those yoga pants, smirk at the notion that you were drooling from both ends.

I gently pick you up. You smell like sex. And cake. As I carry you to the bedroom, I smile to myself, because you're not the only one that's been waiting months to taste something. I'm going to lay you on the bed, strip your pants off, and give you things to think about while my tongue starts to tease ur labia.

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