It was hard to think, in that room. I was topless with my tits wrapped around Theo's cock, and there was the equally-topless Penny pressing her tits right up into mine, into his cock. My mind noticed her condition, what he had done to her, what he was reshaping her into, and I couldn't help but imagine myself in her position. She seemed like a bright young woman with her whole life ahead of her. Younger than either of us.
She became a stripper to get ahead in life. She wanted to use the money to go through college. But that's probably how she met Theo, and after seeing her dance, he decided he wanted to mindfuck her into becoming his sex slave.
Either that, or he'd pushed her into this career path, used the excuse of money to push her into it. Had she said anything that contradicted that? Had he?
Again, it was hard to think. All those considerations, all those fears, were just more arousing soup to marinate my brain in, my mouth halfway hanging open. My nipples were perky as I wondered if he'd somehow try to force me to become a stripper. Why not? He'd gotten started on trying to turn me into a housewife, ordering me to cook for him. He was trying to change my wardrobe into various lewd and slutty outfits intended to publicly humiliate me. Why not also make me into his personal stripper? Just because I didn't need the money?
My clit throbbed furiously in between my thighs. It scraped against my panties. The mental image of myself, transformed into some kind of stripper-slut-housewife, Theo having layered on all these different ways to degrade me, almost made me come right there, and I let out a soft moan as his cock idly pulsed in between my tits.
"Darla, I want you to try to copy what Penny was doing on the pole. Penny, I want you to watch and give her some notes."
Both of us were just playthings for him to order around. I rose from my position with my tits around his cock, walking slowly over towards the pole - then I realized that I actually couldn't follow his order. A moment later, I realized it wasn't an order, he'd just said he wanted me to try to do something. I swallowed the saliva filling my mouth, glancing back at him. "Theo, I couldn't see Penny's dancing from where I was working."
He paused at that. He looked as if he'd been ready to start jerking off with Penny's tits right then and there, up until I pointed out the issue. "Ha. You're right, Darla. Such a smart girl."
I obviously would know what I had just seen. That really doesn't mean anything about my intelligence. How stupid do you think women are? "Th-thank you, sir," I said, feeling my clit pulse despite my inner irritation. No, it wasn't even real irritation, I don't think. It was some strange, twisted thing that had replaced it. If he treated me like crap, that just sent waves of quiet, degrading arousal through my body, so I was wet and slick to the way he spoke.
"Penny, get off my cock. Guess I'll have to jerk myself off for a bit while you show Darla what to do."
"Oh, sorry, sir," Penny said, popping her tits off his cock. She walked over to where I was. She was wearing just her panties as she approached the pole. "So, hm. Sorry, trying to remember how I first learned, Darla," she said, taking a moment. "Okay. Just watch, alright?" She placed her hand on the pole, holding it as if for balance, and then began to slowly slide around it. "With the pole, you can do things like this," she explained. She planted her left foot firmly on the ground, then pivoted her whole body around the pole, trying to take her time with it, but her body weight dragged her around it, until her right foot could meet where her left foot was planted, the pole trapped between her thighs. "Wow, it's harder when you're moving really slow like that," she said, letting out a little laugh. "Now, the other leg," she said, pulling her leg around in much the same fashion and coming to stand up, the pole pressed into her naked back. "Now you try, Darla," she told me, letting go of the pole altogether.
I didn't have to obey her - but I did anyway. Resistance would just get me more orders from Theo anyway, was the lie I told myself. In reality, part of it was just... she was nice. Yes, when Theo ordered me to do things in a cruel, sadistic, selfish tone of voice, it made my clit pulse, but Penny was just trying to be nice as she gave me direction. "Here's how you balance here." "Wow, you're so agile!" "You have amazing balance, haha, when I first tried that one I fell on my butt!" It was something I had been starved for, spending so much time with Theo. I couldn't really appreciate any time he actually was trying to be nice to me, since I was pretty sure he was trying to fry my brain.
Of course, out of the corner of my vision, I could see Theo casually jerking himself off to the show. Penny in just her panties, me in jeans. He had an erection. He could have been fucking us both right then and there - but instead, he was masturbating. There was something about that which, itself, felt degrading, though I couldn't put my finger on quite what.
He's saying we make better porno than sex partners? He's horny, but he'd rather train his latest project than fuck her? He knows that whenever he gets close, he can order us around?
Whatever it was about the situation that had me so damn horny, Theo knew it was working on me. He got to see my nipples stiff, and it wasn't because the metal pole was so cool in the air. "Take off your jeans, Darla," he ordered, and I really had no choice, popping open the button at the front and wriggling my way out of them in a rush. "Mm. We'll have to work on that. You're doing a stripshow, Darla. You should make it sexy."
"Ah, I don't want to argue, sir," Penny said, looking like a child about to correct the teacher, "but it's really hard to do anything that sexy when you're taking off jeans. That's why we girls don't generally wear them on the pole."
"I see," Theo said, humming. "Well, next time-" Of course there'll be a next time, "-I'll make sure Darla wears something better suited to stripping. Text me what sort of clothes you'd recommend she buys, alright?"
"Yes, sir!" Penny agreed immediately. She sounded excited, even. Happy to make her beloved Theo happy.
It's so fucked up what he's done to her.
"Back to the show, Darla," he ordered me.
I had no choice but to spin around the pole again, glancing at him for approval. He grinned, jerking himself off, making the pair of us both titfuck the pole; making us slide around it, show off our tits and asses this way and that, until at last he finally got horny enough to change things up, however mildly.
"Penny, come over here and give me a blowjob. Darla, keep dancing. Do that thing where you raise up on your tip-toes with one leg, while the other stretches way out," he added.
Penny scrambled into position in between his thighs, grasping his cock and immediately beginning to lick all over it, her movements more worshipful than anything else. I, on the other hand, had to grip the pole and shift myself up into that position, lifting one leg high, high into the air. The same process that gave me abs meant I also had quite extreme and easy flexibility, so the position wasn't too hard.
The real problem is that it pretty much rubbed my cunt right up against the stripper pole, and this entire situation already had me on a hair trigger, so it took about two seconds of that before I came, spasming hungrily against the pole as I moaned.
Theo responded by grabbing Penny's hair, dragging her up to his cockhead, and just forcing himself down her throat, casually fucking her face without even sparing her a glance, pumping her mouth up and down forcefully and hungrily as he leered at me. My pussy continued to spasm, my arousal only spiking as I heard Penny's muffled noises of joy as she got her mouth used like a masturbation aid.
The wet glukking noises of her throat's repeated violation seemed to echo in the small confines of the room, the only sound I could hear, a hot noise in my ears that kept my whole body simmering in endless arousal. He casually licked his lips as he continued to jerk off with her, even as the intense orgasm I'd just had finally finished.
"Look at you. Coming just from giving me a striptease. You really are a hair trigger slut, aren't you, Darla?"
"Yuh, yes, sir," I agreed immediately. It wasn't even an attempt to play my role or lure him into a false sense of security or anything else like that - it was just brain-boiling arousal playing out. Sapping my ability to think. 'Hair trigger slut' sounded right in the moment, even if intellectually, I knew that wasn't who I was.
"Penny's mouth is busy, but she did give you a demonstration of what sort of dirty talk I like. You're a giving girl, aren't you?" My clit throbbed inside my panties, my cunt still grinding against the pole, still holding that obscene position, and I just drunkenly nodded. "So why don't you give me some appropriate dirty talk. You can change position, if you need to."
I let my foot land back on the ground, shifting my hips back from the pole to avoid coming again too quickly. I tried to think about what sort of filthy things Penny had been saying - and of course, they were all obscenely degrading. They positioned her as a sex-addicted bitch, willing to offer her body for the chance at pleasure, willing to suffer any humiliation if it meant she would be graced with Theo's cock. My mouth felt dry as I tried to find the right words to say, but I had to say them.
"These past few days have been so good, sir," I said, the words only half a lie. "Bullying me, ordering me around, fucking me silly... it's something no previous boyfriend ever did, but it gets me so wet, and I come so fast, and hard. I wish somebody had treated me like this before, so I could learn what it was like." I mewled softly, the words so intoxicatingly degrading that my brain momentarily stuttered, my mouth just falling open. The hideous, overpowering impulse came to hump the pole, and I obeyed it, promptly coming, hard, against it, wrapping my body around it this time and just completely giving in to the red-raw pleasure that pulsed up from my cunt and hit my brain like a jackhammer, moaning in bliss.
Theo intensified his facefuck of Penny. The girl was being roughly used, but rather than complaining, her hand had gone in between her thighs - and, yes, at some point she had already started to come. Probably while I was monologuing, and I'd missed it. Theo casually jerked off with her mouth, not even sparing her a glance, her wet moans of pleasure repeatedly cut off each time his cock buried itself inside her throat. Her head was no doubt swimming, just like mine, as arousal and humiliation mixed together to form entirely new esxual connections in her brain.
"Pretty good, Darla," he told me. "But you aren't the first girl I've taught what it means to be a woman," he told me, a casual smirk on his lips. Infantilizing me. Pretending this is womanhood, and not being transmuted into his personal cocksocket. "Trust me - no other guy will ever make you feel like this. It's me, or never feeling like this ever again."
It was absurd, cocky, and obscene. I also knew it was almost certainly true - that whatever he'd done to my brain, it was keyed into him. What would be the point of turning me into a submissive cocksleeve who cooks and strips and dresses sexy, when some other man would get to enjoy the fruits of his labor? No, no doubt he wanted to convince me I was special, that he loved me, or at least that he could come to love me, if only I would be a good doting girlfriend who did everything he felt like, and came her brains out while doing it.
He'll definitely make me buy everything, once the company goes public.
I spasmed to that thought, my brain frying as another powerful orgasm hit me. I lost myself entirely in the moment. I wasn't even stripping any more. Just humping the pole.
It made a good show for Theo, it seemed like, because he got rougher with Penny, her wet, moaning gluks getting faster as she got furiously facefucked up and down his cock. It didn't take much for him to come down her throat, choking her out on his cock for several long seconds before finally releasing her, at which point she just panted against his thigh.
I could see her face. She was smiling as she laid there, looking up at Theo with a happy, dazed, worshipful look - like she couldn't think of any way a man could possibly show his love that was more effective than fucking her throat into oblivion while he watched another girl dance. She casually rubbed her cheek against his thigh, like a dog with its master.
That will be me if I don't do something.
That thought sent a pulse to my clit, a mewl escaping my throat as I realized I was still brainlessly grinding against the pole.
"Get over here, Darla," he ordered me, and I had no choice but to approach. Without even being told, I knelt down opposite Penny, positioning myself so that I was pressed against his other leg, looking up at him with my hands in my lap.
He looked down at us both, an expression of raw, uninhibited superiority visible on his face as he enjoyed the sight of us like that. His length casually pulsed, still hard despite how many times he'd orgasmed already.
That's probably part of why he didn't fuck you all day through work. He wanted to be ready for this. Able to use you both.
Penny and I were both waiting in a sort of pregnant silence for his command. I swallowed as I waited for it. For him to tell me what was next. I shivered softly, goosebumps running across my skin, my nipples still perky with arousal, my panties soaked.
Then his stomach growled, and he chuckled. "You two girls get dressed. I'm hungry. Penny, you know what I like; Darla, you buy it. You can buy yourself something to eat, too. I'm sure by the time you get back, I'll have decided what new uses I want to put the pair of you to."
"Yes, sir!" Penny said, hopping to her feet. "Come on, let's get dressed," she said, a friendly note to her voice, like we were just a pair of gal pals about to go out on a shopping trip. I got myself dressed, though my nipples ached against the bra. "He's so incredible, isn't he?" She spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. "He didn't even touch our pussies once, but we still came our brains out. I don't know how he does it!"
Mind control, I didn't say. I couldn't say it. I wasn't even sure if I would have told her if I could - given I couldn't exactly free her from it right now, wouldn't it be kinder to let her remain in the deluded state she was in? "Yeah. He's... I come a lot with him, yes," I agreed. I paused as we approached the bar, wondering if she'd been subjected to the exact same mind control as me. "Did he make you watch a, um, porno with him?" I asked.
"Oh, well, he does that sometimes, yeah. You know, guys like visual stimulation, but when you're sucking his cock, he can't see your breasts. Unless you're on your back, I guess. Hm. We should do that position more. He never brings it up, though, so maybe he doesn't like it?"
"I just meant - what genre?"
"Oh! You want to know his porn tastes," she said. She smiled. "Well, he's pretty dominant, of course, so it's all male dominant stuff. He prefers girls with big boobs like us, but really, I think he has a kink for mind control," she said.
"A kink for-" My throat closed off as I tried to just repeat what she'd said.
"Yep," Penny agreed, interpreting my lack of words to surprise. "I guess it makes sense, you know? If you're into male dominant stuff, what's more dominant than controlling not just a woman's body, but her mind, too?"
She'd been subjected to some different control, then? Or his control had loosened over time? Or maybe he'd given her some order that she'd missed, which overrode whatever kept me from talking?
"Oh, shoot, come on," she said, the lull in the conversation letting her reorient herself, dragging me to the bar with her. "Okay, so, he really likes the fries here," she explained. "They're super overpriced, 'cause that's how they make the money. We girls keep what we earn, we just have to pay for the spots," she continued, while I ordered the fries. "Oh, and get the ranch, he likes that as dipping sauce. I told him it's super high calorie, and I don't want him to get fat and die young and stuff, but I guess he burns all those calories fucking like crazy," she said, smiling brightly at me. "God, I really am jealous of you. Not just for getting to be his girlfriend, either! You're a CEO! Any advice?"
"Um. Come up with a genius idea that people will invest a bunch of money into?" I suggested. If you'd tossed me into Penny's body, I didn't know if I could replicate my success in any way - much less give advice that would be useful to somebody else.
She laughed at that. "How am I going to do that, as a math major? Thanks, though."
"No problem." I hesitated a moment. "About the porno," I started. "Could you-" fuck, cut off. "With him, when he's-" fuck, cut off again! She stared at me, waiting for me to finish my thought, as I stumbled over my words.
"Oh!" Penny's eyes finally widened as something clicked behind them. "You're interested in that stuff too? I mean, it's kinda sexy, you know, being controlled by a man, but it's not really my thing. Well, maybe it's because it's all for guys, like most porn," she said. "I wonder if I'd like it as erotica? Well, I don't really read that either any more, since, y'know, Theo's soooo much better than my right hand could ever be." I couldn't even really respond, given we were talking about a topic that was completely verboten to me.
"I- I- just- talk to him, for me?" I sputtered out. I was used to being a stammering mess unable to properly speak her mind, at least.
"Oh, gotcha," she said, nodding along. "Yeah, it can be hard to confess your feelings about something embarrassing like that. Oh! Not that you have anything to be embarrassed about! You're Dr. Darla Nabel," she said, the fries finally arriving, a large basket that I paid out the nose for. "You can totally be into mind control porn if you want to be! People have all kinds of kinks, there's nothing wrong with it." She let out a small laugh. "I mean, you've seen the kind of stuff I do and say with Theo, it's not like I have any place to judge!"
"Yeah," I said mildly. As I stared at the basket of fries, though, I realized - and confirmed, by just standing there staring - that he only told me to buy him fries. In other words, I could give them to Penny, drop my phone in the bathroom, and then go fly halfway around the planet. However, I couldn't talk about the mind control - or mind control in general, even. I'd just be stuck evading a person, and couldn't explain to anybody why. If Penny managed to convince Theo I was into mind control, though...
I took the basket of fries, carrying it back to the private room that Theo was waiting in. I knew I was walking back to get fucked, humiliated, and degraded again. I knew I could have chosen not to go. Even as I walked, I could have just handed the fries off to Penny and left.
But I was going in anyway.
My clit furiously throbbed inside my panties, as I pushed open the door of my own volition, walking back into the domain of Theo's power. I was now his vulnerable, easy, ready-made victim, to do whatever he wanted to. I was leaking inside of my panties to that thought.
"Thanks, Darla," Theo said, oblivious to my feelings. He took the fries from me, starting to chow down happily, dipping in the ranch dressing. "Both of you bitches, take off all your clothes except your panties," he ordered after a moment.
We had no choice, of course. Penny stripped happily, while for me, my humiliation was even more intense than it had been before, the knowledge that I'd just given up on escape intensifying the arousal. Maybe, even, you fucked up. Maybe he'll give you some fresh order that will keep you from fleeing for good. Something like the wakeup blowjob, but worse. Thoughts of having completely fucked myself and ruined my life just interfaced with the control in the same, expected way, and my clit furiously pulsed as I thought about it, my mouth momentarily opening and closing.
I gently jabbed Penny with my shoulder as the pair of us stood there, Theo eating as he stared at our tits. She looked at me, and I jerked my head futilely. I opened my mouth, then closed it, unable to speak even the little bit I wanted to.
Luckily, she understood what I wanted to say anyway. "Oh! You want me to tell him for you...?" I nodded, luckily free enough to do that. Theo just raised one eyebrow, and Penny approached him and sat down next to him, leaning in towards him. She spoke in a quiet whisper, but thanks to my powers, I could make out every word. "Darla and I were talking, and I think she's really into the mind control stuff. She's too embarrassed to say it out loud, though."
"Come here," Theo ordered me, and I hurriedly stepped forward. "Kneel." I knelt. "Take out my cock." My hands went to his groin, unzipping it hurriedly, his cock bursting free and almost slapping me right in the face, my breathing becoming shallow as the thing just throbbed and pulsed in front of me. "Do you have a mind control kink, Darla?" I tried to move, to nod my head, but it was as if my neck was locked in place. I could only stare at him, my face turning red, my nipples perking up as I sat there like a total idiot. Please, please, give me an order that loosens my tongue, please. "Answer me."
"Yes, Master," I lied, my mouth finally able to move. I tried to talk further, to go into lurid detail of how hot I found mind control to be, but no words came out. His verbal commands could overpower whatever kept me from mentioning mind control - but the actual words he'd said, didn't.
"She's really shy about it, sir," Penny whispered.
"I know what's going on, Penny," he said, casually spanking her ass to shut her up. She just moaned in response to the strike, quivering like she almost came from it. "You know even better than her, that I'm a natural at this. That I can tell what a woman wants even better than she can. I don't need your guidance." I just sat there, quiet, unable to even participate in the conversation meaningfully as the dick in front of my face twitched and throbbed. I could probably have asked to suck it, I guess.
"Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to try to usurp your authority."
He patted her head. "I know. That's why I'm correcting you gently, you know? I never get actually angry at my bitches, that's just play to get you masochists off."
"Yes, sir," Penny agreed, smiling sweetly.
He looked back down at me, contemplating my body. "Stand up. Turn around. Lean forward. Grip your ankles," he ordered, finally standing up as I got into the desired position. "Hold that position until I tell you otherwise." My cunt was sopping wet as he got into position, and I could see him hand the fries off to Penny. He then had her clean off his fingers, feeding them into her mouth one by one, whereupon she dutifully cleaned them and slurped and licked them off.
I did all this so he would lighten his control, and he hasn't done a single thing to do so. That plan totally failed. I'm about to get fucked because I voluntarily came back in here. I can't walk out now even if I want to. Maybe he's even suspicious. All he'd have to do is give me some fresh order - wake me up with a blowjob at 7 every day - and I'd be fucked, for good, because I stupidly thought I could escape this way.
My pussy was on fire with arousal even as I thought all those things. Self-recrimination felt a lot like self-degradation, and the consequence was my pussy went absolutely wild around nothing, while his cock teased at my lower lips, and I held that obscene position.
He shoved himself inside me at that point. Not to fuck - just holding himself inside. I instantly came anyway, though, spasming on his cock, a moan escaping my throat. I was an inert sex toy, quivering in pure bliss. A fleshlight that masturbated its owner. "Handfeed me, Penny," he ordered, and the other girl hurriedly moved to obey, standing up and starting to feed him as he held himself deep inside me. His hands just casually gripped my hip bones, my tits hanging low in this position as my cunt remained permanently on fire. "Is this doing it for you, Darla?" He asked, casually sliding his cock back and forth inside me. It wasn't far - just a fraction of an inch, the motion of sawing through my brain rather than pounding at my cunt. My mouth opened up, but no noise came out - just drool. "Do you like getting used like a sex toy, an object with no opinions of its own? If you think about it, right now, it's as if you have no thoughts or opinions of your own. Or is there something else you like about mind control?"
My mouth just popped wetly. No words came out. I couldn't make them, of course. The control kept that going. I shuddered and whimpered softly.
"Answer me," he ordered.
"No, Master," I got out, and hurriedly pushed out the next sentence, desperately hoping it wouldn't suddenly stop in the middle. "I like having my thoughts manipulated and twisted," I told him, and I promptly came the moment the words left my lips.
Theo probably imagined that I was coming so hard because of the idea of being mind controlled; the reality was I came from being forced, humiliatingly, to claim I loved being mind controlled. I guess the difference was wafer thin, anyway.
"Yeah? Well, I guess that makes sense," he said, starting to saw more insistently at my insides, the grinding sensation sending hot waves of pleasure through my whole body. His hands left my hips to slide down towards my tits, groping and squeezing one in either hand. "You want somebody else to do the thinking for you. Your job's too stressful. You need a man to take over for you - not just your body, but your mind. Your life."
No. No I don't. I don't want that. Please. Despite my brain's complaints and arguments, the feeling of his hands roughly groping my tits, his cock roughly sawing at my insides, his thick, throbbing length pulsing inside me as he laid out the path he wanted to put me on... they served to send me over the edge. I saw stars as a white hot orgasm crashed into my mind, my thoughts bubbling into hot wet pops of arousal. He has taken over your life, and you're coming your brains out to the thought of it. He's degrading you to reinforce his control.
I couldn't even move. My hands were locked onto my ankles. It didn't matter what I wanted, what my preferences were.
"I get it," he told me, as his fingers dug all the more deeply into my tits. His words got crueler as he spoke, clearly relishing the opportunity to bully and degrade me. "What you want, more than anything else, is to be my personal plaything, to do what I like with. But you can't let go of all your pride, and dignity, and all that - so you want me to forcibly take away that pride."
I tried to speak to argue or redirect, but words couldn't come out. It would be talking about mind control, and he hadn't given me any general license to do so. This whole plan was starting to seem stupider and stupider as it went on, more and more like I'd just fucked myself completely.
"Well then, okay," he told me. He reached down for my hair, roughly grabbing my ponytail, tugging me up by it. I let go of my ankles only when the angle became sharp enough that I couldn't do otherwise - I guess this counts as an order in its own way? - and then he twisted me up to look at him, my whole upper body shifting as his hand flagrantly groped my breast. "Listen, and then repeat after me. I, Darla Nabel, am Theo's personal plaything. My mind and body are for him to do whatever he wants to. This is what I want. I want it more than life itself."
I came to those vicious words, knowing they'd come out of my mouth - and they did, still in the midst of the orgasm, adding a humiliating flare to the entire situation. "I, D-Darla, Nabel," I gasped out as my body continued to jerk, "am Theo's, personal, plaything." My brain was fogging up with the pleasure, the words feeling like my own, as if I was spontaneously saying them, rather than having been ordered into saying them. It didn't feel like they were being forced out, but instead the natural, fluid movements of my own willing and eager mouth. "M-my mind and body are, for him to do, whatever he wants to." The orgasm finally finished, and the rest of the mantra was easier to get out. "That's what I want. I want it more than life itself."
At that point, Theo blew his load inside me with a groan, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he ejaculated deep within me. He tugged me up that little bit further, forcing me into a kiss as he raped me, violated me, tried his best to impregnate me, and made me come my brains out in that position.
When he was finished, he plopped back down onto the couch, panting softly. "Damn. You feel fucking great, Darla. Especially hearing you say degrading things like that," he added with a cocky grin. He casually reached up, and Penny immediately lowered the fries, making it easier for him to grab one and eat.
He still had an erection.
He still hadn't rewritten my orders to let me speak about mind control.
I turned around to face him, getting down on my knees and leaning forward towards his cock. His length pulsed over my face, and I kissed it near the base. "This cock," I breathed out, "conquered me, as a woman. Its owner is my god," I told him, and it pulsed overhead, slapping me in the face from his arousal. I was simmering in arousal from saying this, but I needed to transition. "Would my god please, permit me, order me," I said, and I couldn't finish the thought, the words dying in my throat again.
He just grinned down at me, cock casually twitching overhead. He casually gripped his dick near the base, smearing it all across my face, messing with my glasses in the process, smearing cocksweat across them and rendering them totally useless. "Oh, look, your glasses are dirty, Darla. Take them off. Let your ponytail out," he ordered me, and I did so.
He's not going to do it. He's not going to give me some general order. I came back here to try to get more free, and now I'm just more the slave.
"What do you think, Penny? Does she look prettier like this? With her hair down and her glasses off?"
"Oh! Well, she's beautiful either way, I think," Penny said, hesitating a moment. "I guess what really matters is which you like better, right? What girl doesn't want to look good for her man?"
He chuckled darkly at that, slapping his cock against my face again, cruel and vicious and intensely arousing. My mouth opened and closed. My clit throbbed. "True, true. We should definitely get you contacts, Darla. Actually, fuck it - tomorrow, after work, go get yourself contacts. Then show up for me, wearing them instead of those dorky glasses. Also, keep your hair down. No putting it up again."
I just whimpered. More orders. More of his control. Now I won't be able to leave for at least a day. I just trapped myself here because I stupidly thought this would be a chance to escape. I'm an animal caught in the brambles, my twisting and writhing only getting me more bound up. Even if I get away tomorrow, I'll have to dress differently, just because he ordered it.
It was intoxicatingly arousing, the humiliating reality I found myself in.
"I... yes, Master," I breathed. "Can I... that mantra... I want to dirty talk..." I couldn't get to my point. I could barely even circle it.
He laughed again at that, slapping my face with his dick. "Your mouth has better uses than dirty talk." Did he know? Was he just mocking me? Either way, I opened my mouth dutifully, and he casually and forcefully slid his dick into my mouth and throat, laying claim to the tight hole all over again, dragging me all the way down his cock. "Darla here's really into fitness, it seems," he told Penny, speaking about me as if I wasn't there as he held me down his dick.
"Yes, she has a really incredible body! I knew she had big boobs, but I thought she was like me. Abs, though, wow!"
"Yeah, I thought her tits were fake," he said, as he held me in his pelvis, casually choking me on his dick. "Turns out they're natural. She's just blessed by God, I guess. Anyway, see, since she's so athletic, she's got really good lung capacity. Like a swimmer or something."
Fuck. It was hard to remember how long normal people can hold their breaths for, to estimate the relevant times, and he'd noticed how long it took me to start choking was less than a typical woman. So, he concluded he really could just choke me out like this.
"She's also so well behaved, she just lets me knock her out on my cock. It's a little worrisome, don't you think?"
"Oh! Yes, that can be really bad for you, Darla! It's good you trust Theo so much, but you should definitely slap his thighs or something if you're about to pass out!" Penny's voice was full of nothing but concern.
"Yeah, Darla. Are you stupid?" His cock throbbed in my throat again, and my eyes peeled back in pure ecstatic arousal, my nipples perky, brushing subtly against the couch beneath him, my pleasure intensifying from the sparkling sensations. I nodded, and that action sparked an orgasm on my part, making my throat spasm around his cock as I tried and failed to moan in that position. He just laughed at me, finally tugging me off at that point, his dick pulsing in front of my face, threatening to come at any moment.
When the orgasm finished, I tried to speak. "Puh, please." I couldn't finish the thought, though. Please let me talk about mind control. Just for fun sexy purposes, I promise. He probably had forgotten all about that, and just drove me down his cock again, his length once more plugging up my throat. My whole body twitched in response to the forceful oral violation, and he casually started to jerk off with me. One hand held my hair; the other casually caressed, groped, and played with Penny's tits, while the other girl handfed him.
In the end, he used both our bodies a half-dozen more times to get himself off. Tits, mouth, cunt, whatever he felt like, however he felt like. Whoever wasn't being used had to feed him, or kiss him, or let him grope her, or put on a show. We were his willing fuckdolls, and he took full advantage.
When we finally left, Theo casually groped my ass, and Penny happily smiled and waved us off. "Have a nice night!" She ordered.
Theo got in the driver's seat of the car, settling in with a long sigh. He turned on the car, but waited there for a few seconds, leaning back in his seat.
Does he know? Was I too stupid with the mind control thing? Is he about to reveal that he knows that I know? Am I about to have my life pathetically crushed and compacted into a new shape by his orders?
"You know, we could invite Penny over," he said, and those words were like he'd quietly attached a bullet vibe to my clit while I wasn't looking. "I was just thinking - she could be a nice live-in maid. Cleans your place up, teaches you how to cook, and fucks me on demand. What do you think? You'd have to be the one to pay her, of course. But you'd be helping her through college," he added. "She's only a stripper to pay for her degree. She saves a lot of the money, and plans to stop once she's got a better job."
It was some fucked up mix of feminist and degrading. Make your girlfriend pay for your favorite stripper to become your personal bangmaid, but pretend like it's so she doesn't have to work in the sex industry any more. My thighs squished against each other as I struggled not to come.
"Oh, you don't have to decide on the live-in maid thing right now, I was just thinking out loud," he noted casually. "I'm just suggesting she come by for some more threesomes. You seemed to enjoy them."
Maybe if she's over, I can use her to get him to free me from the mind control?
And maybe if she's over, he'll fuck and ruin me that little bit less.
"That sounds- like a nice idea," I said, my voice quiet and small.
"Great." He took out his phone, and called up Penny. I sat there, stewing in my own arousal, as I used the girl like ablative armor.
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