“I think it’s time we had a little talk about expectations, baby doll. Don’t you?” Marissa squirmed and wriggled, desperately struggling to keep her attention on her lover’s words and not the teasing thrum of the massaging vibrator against her clit. It wasn’t easy, though. His strong fingers kept her labia parted, allowing the buzzing toy to press inside her soaking pussy, and he painted her flesh with the bulbous silicone head like a Renoir or a Gauguin transforming her cunt into a masterpiece of pleasure. Marissa’s resistance leaked out onto the bedding almost involuntarily, leaving her in the absolute worst headspace for a discussion like this.
But her vulnerability was the hottest part, wasn’t it? That was why she explicitly consented to negotiating their boundaries while he teased her slick, dripping pussy; she wanted to see what he could get her to agree to, what he could make her want while she was trapped within his embrace and moaning in mindless pleasure for him. “I know you’re enjoying this, and I am too,” he murmured softly into her ear, “and I think it’s time to stop pretending that you only want to submit to me in the bedroom. After all, you do like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you, pretty girl?” Marissa blinked hard, trying to shake off the waves of overwhelming bliss that drugged her into blank, amiable compliance. It wasn’t easy.
“It’s okay, slut. You can admit it to me.” Marissa could feel Ron’s warm breath against her skin, tickling her sensitive flesh with every word. She was so aroused right now that every sensation seemed heightened, the throbbing buzz in her cunt most of all. “You like being guided. You want to be led. You need my instruction to give you that deep, blissful sense of fulfillment and purpose. Why would you want to limit that to just a short while at the end of a long, exhausting day?” Marissa grunted involuntarily; he knew exactly where to hit her dazed, groggy mind to make her weak and wet and deliciously susceptible to his hypnotic influence, making her boundaries soft and malleable in the most erotic way. She wanted to say yes to everything right now, especially if it meant that the teasing thrum would deepen into climax.
But she promised. She promised that if she agreed to something while he teased her like this, she’d commit to it for at least a week and see how it made her feel. She’d enthusiastically consented to that of her own free will because she wanted to have something real at stake–if Ron could coax her into surrendering one of her limits while he was playing with her pussy like this, after all, then that would mean she was really losing herself to his hypnotic control. It would mean he was really… oh fuck, really f-fucking brainwashing her, fuck f-fuck fuck… Marissa’s eyes rolled back in her head and her grunt of shocked arousal became a long, liquid moan.
But Ron wasn’t going to let her get away with that. “Oh, sweetie, that’s not really an answer, is it? I’m afraid I need something a little clearer.” He eased up with the toy just a little, leaving Marissa trapped on the edge of climax. “I want you to move into my apartment for a week. Take a little vacation from your tiring, stressful job and see what it’s like to be my pet for seven days. See how it feels to be always open to me, mind and body, and the pleasure I can promise you. Doesn’t that sound so good, baby girl? Don’t you just want to say, ‘Yes, Master’?” He pressed the buzzing wand right up against her clit for the last two words, then moved it away entirely.
Marissa shuddered. Her hips bucked helplessly. And of course, she said the words he wanted to hear.
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