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A quick little story that came out while I was stuck on a longer one. Thanks to ckquail for their help editing this.

‘Pretty please, Zoe, with sugar on top?’ I know I’m being a bit of a brat, but hey, if it didn’t keep working, I wouldn’t keep trying it.

She rolls her eyes at me. ‘I’ve created a monster, haven’t I?’ I just nod. ‘My cute little trancemonster. Hypnotise a girl a few times and she no longer wants to go to the library, or the pool, or mini-golf even though I have coupons—’

‘15% off doesn’t suddenly make mini-golf fun, babe.’ Maybe being able to get less than 20 over par would make it fun, but that doesn’t seem likely to happen.

‘—or anything else, she just wants to stay in on a beautiful Saturday and have all the thoughts in her pretty little head drained away again.’

‘Yep.’ I flutter my eyelashes at her and pretend to look embarrassed. When she sighs, I can tell I’ve won.

‘Ugh, you’re incorrigible, and I only make it worse by indulging you.’ She sits down at the end of the couch, the only bit left unoccupied by my sprawled body. For all her plans, she hasn’t gotten dressed yet either, just a pair of panties and stripey tank top. She looks good in them, but then, that’s true of pretty much anything.

‘Yeah, but I’m cute and I let you play mad scientist with me.’ I grin up at her.

‘Oh sweetie, don’t give me ideas. I could perform all sorts of experiments on you.’ I shiver a little. ‘Now here, lay your head on my lap.’

I eagerly change position to obey before she changes her mind. It’s quickly becoming my favourite thing—losing myself in a trance, just relaxing in the bliss of automatically doing what I’m supposed to do, safely under her control. I’m trying to learn to just accept my kinks. She looks down at me and quietly asks, ‘You ready?’ I nod, then add a verbal ‘yes’ just to be clear. ‘Okay hon, I’d like you to start at 200 and slowly count down by 3’s.’

As I begin, she talks over me, ‘You’ll need to really concentrate on the numbers, no letting outside distractions interrupt you. Not my voice, not the feeling of my finger tracing circles on your arm, not your own urges. You’re obviously already horny with how much you were begging for this, but just concentrate on your numbers. Let your arousal and my voice and everything else just float past you as you count down.’

And I do. I’m doing what she says, avoiding the distractions she’s listing (and there seem to be so many, one after the other) because doing what she says leads to being tranced and being tranced feels so nice and . . .

She warns me not to let my thoughts distract me from my numbers either.

107 . . .

104 . . .

I keep counting. Number after number after number. At some point I’m not supposed to be counting any more—I’m supposed to be on my knees in front of her. I slide down off the couch and kneel between her legs. I’m supposed to be topless, and I quickly remove my shirt. She says something and boops my nose, triggering a check-in with my limits. The word ‘green’ leaves my lips.

I’m supposed to be turned on and I am, so badly, and it’s supposed to turn me on that I’m being turned on by being hypnotised, and it does and I’m almost panting. I’m supposed to play with my breasts, show her how hot this is making me and how I’d touch hers if she’d let me. I gently rub them, then pull at the nipples the way she loves. She’s so high above me, sitting on the couch like it’s a throne while I kneel at her feet.

I want to go down on her, even more so than usual. I want to, but I can’t because I’m not allowed to yet and I’m being held by my hair. I whimper. I want to nuzzle and kiss and lick and suck, and I will get to soon. I’m informed that going down on her will be rewarded. I’m supposed to remove her panties and I do so quickly, hopeful of where this will lead, but still careful to not damage them or hurt her. Another word and nose-boop and I’m saying ‘green’ again.

My hair’s released and I have permission and I move between her spread thighs, kissing my way up. I know what she likes and as I reach the top, I tilt my head so I can reach her scrotum, licking and gently sucking the sensitive skin, a shade darker than her thighs. I suddenly start to feel a ghost of my actions on my labia and I groan. I slide my hand up her leg and gently lift her soft little cock out of the way to give me better access, nuzzling at her and taking in her scent. I’m such a good girl, and she strokes my hair.

Her cock twitches and I move on to licking up along the shaft. My head rests on her soft thigh as I move to take the tip into my mouth. It’s so warm and smooth and her scent is stronger now, enhanced by the taste of her. Her cock twitches more and is actually getting a little hard. The ghost-touches between my own legs feel like someone’s sucking at my clit, and I moan, the vibration then making both of us moan as I feel a matching vibration below.

I back off a bit, not wanting to overwhelm either of us, and start to return to just licking the shaft. No, I’m supposed to have her in my mouth. Having her in my mouth is what I’m for. I take in her whole cock this time, nuzzling at her pubes, letting the tip of her cock rub against the back of my throat. Her hands are gripping my hair as I start to bob my head up and down its nice little half-hard length. It feels so good and I keep moaning and that just causes more moans and it feels even better that I’m fulfilling my purpose and she’s twitching and bucking and groaning and orgasming and I’m so close and I’m so close—

She pushes me back and I’m supposed to be just kneeling again as she leans back into the sofa, breathing heavily. I squirm, my hips jogging a little, not under her control or mine. The word ‘yellow’ comes out of my mouth, somewhat stuttered. She says something and I reply. I get up and sit on her lap like I’m supposed to, knees on either side of her thighs. I’m pulled in close, my breasts pressed against hers through her shirt, my head resting on her shoulder.

Her lips kiss the side of my neck when they’re not whispering unheard words straight into my ear. One of her hands reaches around behind me to squeeze my butt hard through my panties while the other works inside of them from the front. I’m a good girl, such a good girl, and I’ve earned my reward by being such a good little cocksucker and her fingers are inside me and they’re moving.

I’m moaning and I’m supposed to come on her fingers and I do and I do and I do and then I’m limp, collapsed against her, and she’s holding me and stroking my hair and I’m just supposed to relax and go deeper. Deeper for her . . .

I return to consciousness, sitting sideways on the sofa facing her, her fingers poised in front of me like she just snapped them. I grin and hug her. ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you. Fuck, that was good.’

‘So you’re feeling okay?’ She always checks and double-checks how I’m doing after a session, even with her traffic light system in place.

‘Very. That was amazing, babe. How about you, you doing okay?’

‘Mhmm, I should be good after I get cleaned up a bit.’

A couple of quick showers (and a fresh pair of panties for me) later, we were back on the couch.

‘So, what do you want to do now?’ she asked, grinning mischievously.

‘Mini-golf!’ came out of my mouth, like it was supposed to, and she agreed. It wasn’t until later when we were dressed and on our way out the door that I realized what she’d done. ‘Oh, you fucker!’

‘Aren’t I just? It’s okay, if you really don’t want to go, we can do something else.’

‘No, it’s fine. I just don’t see why mini-golf is the way you want to beat my ass when there are so many better options.’

‘I warned you about giving me ideas.’

‘That you did, babe.’ I go up on my tip-toes to kiss her on the cheek, and she breaks into a wide grin.

‘Come along, little monster.’ she says, her voic
e dripping with affection, and she takes my hand to lead the way.

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“A wasted Saturday”, Melissa thought to herself as she turned into her driveway. Not like she really expected anyone to show up to her open house. How was she expected to sell an overpriced, rundown house, in a nigger-infested area no less, during the biggest snowstorm of the year? A complete waste of time. Thank god she was finally home. Unfortunately, her misfortune was not over. Halfway up the driveway, the van caught on the thick, newly fallen snow. The wheels spun violently, spraying dirty...

Darkroom Saturday

Steve’s alarm went off at 7:00 on Saturday. It was unusual for him to get up earlier than 9:00 on the weekend, but he had signed up to teach English to immigrants at the library once a month and today was his first day. He rolled out of bed, checked his email. Nothing yet. A shower and breakfast and he was on the road. Thirty minutes later and he was helping a group of three elderly Indian ladies learn the days of the week in English. ‘Sunday,’ they repeated after him, ‘Monday, Tuesday,...

The long weekend continuesSaturday

It was Saturday, and with the previous days events still fresh in my mind, I approached the villa of Mistress Bea and Mistress Sara. I had been instructed to return today, because the very first Saturday of the month the ladies held parties at their villa, and I was to help them out with the festivities planned for the forth coming night , and what with Fridays events being captured on film, I wasn´t in a position to argue. I was met by Mistress Bea, who I must admit was looking amazingly sexy...

My Fantasy part 2 Saturday

My Fantasy part 2 Saturday Waking up Saturday morning after a fun Friday night, my boyfriend next to me, I still really want his handsome friend to myself. Once all up and in the kitchen while making breakfast and chatting, my pussy was soon wet as I kept thinking about Kegans thick cock and handsome body. Breakfast soon finished and in the heat of mid morning, the boys grabbed themselves a few cold beers, I grabbed myself a water and the 3 of us made our way to the pool. Steven and Kegan after...

James return on Saturday

James' return on Saturday. Saturday morning waking up, I was rather anxious to see James again after a good previous nights visit. My pussy was wet from the moment I woke up and I decided the only way to relax was gonna be to jump into a hot bath. It was just after 8 as I was running the bath for myself when James called. He was already at work and planning his day as he also asked me if we still on for this afternoon. " I cant wait to have you on my bed again, as I woke up extremely wet and...

It Started on a Saturday

I woke to the sound of my alarm clock, blaring all the way on the other side of the room, signaling it was time for me to start my day. If it were closer, I would have took the batteries out of that hellish device and slept through the morning but, as I put it in the corner ever since I moved into the apartment to get me out of bed and ready for work, I didn't have the luxury of a few more peaceful hours of sleep.I sat up in my king sized bed with a stretch and a yawn, blinking away the last...

At Jims house on Saturday

Ana had been making her Wednesday routine at Jim’s house during three long months. She did not talk too much with me about this; but I knew she was enjoying being well fucked by his huge black cock.One Wednesday when she came home I asked her how she had spent a good time and she just responded me by sticking my hand between her legs so I could feel how wet and cum filled she was. The best part was eating her before she would take a shower.She finally admitted she was having a very good time...

Some Iraqi guys this saturday

I was at a birthday party this saturday and ended up pretty drunk after a great evening and later on in the night I took the late train back home. The train was rather empty with people, strangely because normally on a saturday night it´s stuffed so a few stations from where I live I was alone. The train stopped and in came 3 guys in their 30´s from the middle east. Rather stocky, big and rough looking guys that sat down close to me and noticed that they had been drinking as well because they...

A Strange Saturday

At the Burger Joint, we served breakfast also, it was on a Saturday morning that I was to report for work at the ten o'clock hour. Once I arrived I noticed the regular elderly men finishing up there breakfast, most of them had been entertained by me one time or another, either privately or in groups. As I approached the counter, Joy the manager, told me '...sorry David, I scheduled to many people for today, I'll have to ask you to leave and report next Saturday. Crest felled I turned to leave...

Learning about jacking off Part Eleven Saturday

Saturday morning. I was ready for a bit of a rest from my adventures, but now I was worried about being home all day when my parents would be home too. I couldn't be absolutely, 100% sure the slut in the red dress had been the woman who was making my breakfast right now. The voice and the hair seemed so close that it HAD to be her. I had been surprised t just how much I enjoyed fucking the masked woman thinking it WAS her.I moved down the steps inspired by the smell of bacon and eggs. I...

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