Control is Only a Word: Submission

She pulled close and whispered in Lucy's ear as her hand slid gently downwards. 'You know how good it will feel to have him undress you, strip you naked before him, reveal yourself to his loving gaze...' she breathed into the girl's ear as she unclipped Lucy's dress buttons. 'You know how much it will turn you on to have him touch you where only you have touched...' she said as her fingers crawled down her navel and creeped onto the panty-covered mound of her quivering lady lips. 'And you know...' she breathed as her fire turned into a raging inferno inside her, 'That it would bring you nothing more than total complete pleasure to let him slide his glorious meat into you and claim you forever as His..' she said as her body quivered and her hips rocked gently.

Lucy held her breath, fear mixing with the arousal she felt welling in her. Despite herself, she felt her pussy ache for the fingers lightly dancing on her panties to plunge into her and fill her up, relieving the sexual tension and freeing her from her bonds of arousal. Ash's body pressed into hers and her hands finally gave in to their temptation and snaked up her back and over her ass.

Ash stopped. She let out a gasp. She gripped Lucy tightly. Lucy froze too. She felt the hot breath of the girl panting down her neck and she did a double take as she realised one of her hands was on Ash's pussy. She didn't move a muscle, but she didn't need to, for she felt Ash explode above her. Within seconds she felt the panties under her fingers dampen incredibly quickly and within seconds she was gently rubbing her hips back and forth on the digits, holding Lucy tight as she came. When she was done, she looked Lucy in the eyes for a solid ten seconds. A kind of unspoken mentality passed between them. For an instant, Lucy knew what it was like to be Ash, to have felt such an intense passion for a man. For a second, Ash experienced the arousal, the fear, and the apprehension at meeting Sam.

Then, the girls kissed each other long, hard, passionately. Without a word they finished and Ash stood, collecting her clothing and dressing before striding out without another look. Lucy stayed for a while, flopped back on the cistern, trying to calm down after her experience.

Maybe... Maybe she would go and see Sam. What harm could it do?

She stepped up tentatively towards the portable that she secretly knew was housing the single person who had, apparently to the point of using mind control, been lusting over her for months without telling her. She was nervous. Her heart was thumping so hard she thought if she didn't hold it back it would blow it's way right out of the front of her ribcage and away into the afternoon air. Strangely, she felt oddly aware of her body. Her breasts seemed to stand out hotly before her, her legs were warm and sensitive and her dress seemed to cling all wrong to her body while her hands were sweating crazily. She wrung them before her as she slowly approached the storage room, cursing the gravel that crunched so loudly beneath her feet that it seemed to shatter in her ears. Eventually, even the slowest of steps brought her inexorably to the door and she stood looking up at it.

'Well,' she thought, 'i'm here now. I might as well follow it through...' Tentatively, she took a deep breath, prayed her heart beat wasn't pounding so loud it sounded like a high-school rave in heat and reached up to the handle. She swung the door back and stepped up and in, collecting her skirt around her as she did so.

'hello?' she said shakily as she looked around. An old couch was about all that adorned the place, a disused boiler in one corner and some bins and filing cabinets occupied the other. And, standing casually behind the couch, was Sam.

'Hello, Lucy.' he said simply. Lucy was watching him warily, unsure as to whether he was going to nab her with the same control-robbing mind stuff he had obviously used on Ash to turn her into a lusting, sex crazed bitch in heat. Though she desperately hated to even acknowledge it, a tiny part of her begged that he would. At least then she wouldn't have to worry and stress like she was now. But, Sam seemed to be completely genuine and friendly. He gestured to the couch. 'Seat?' he asked. She stepped to it and sat and he came round the other side and sat by her. He took a breath to speak and she suddenly blurted, 'Are you going to wipe my mind?'

Sam stopped and looked evenly at her for a second or two. 'No, no i'm not. For one, I don't have enough to use on you the way I did on Ash, and, most importantly, I don't want you to just be a slave. I want you as you are. Strong, independent, sexy, and funny.' He smiled and gently placed his hand on her knee. She looked at it with a lump in her throat but didn't move to take it off. She looked at him and he smiled. 'Why? do you want me to?' he asked with a small laugh. She looked at him, trying her best not to let her nerves turn her voice, like the rest of her was in the process of doing, into a shaking mess.

'I want to know what you did to her.' She asked, as evenly as she could muster.

He took a moment and then sat back, his hand slipping from her leg. She was relieved for the return of her personal space, but her leg felt incredibly cold and lonely now that his warm fingers had retreated.

'Alright. Sure, I'll tell you. But you might have a hard time believing me...' he said. She simply nodded and with that he took a breath and began.

'Two weeks ago I was in the city when the train I was on halted at a station for a while. Disruptions and all that, you know how unreliable trains are these days. So, having been told that the train wouldn't be running again for twenty minutes, I got off and wandered the station. Plenty of pissed off people were there, some calling work, others school or relatives, and others still just sitting and doing something to pass the time.

I got bored so I went looking for a nearby servo or somewhere I could get some food. Five minutes into my walk I was pulled aside by this dude in the bushes. He told me he served as a waste disposalist for a company that researches human bio-chemistry. Fuckin' boring job, he said, not worth the cash, and dangerous if you have to haul toxics half way across the country to the depo. Anyway, he told me he had come across something called "mito-acetalin", about twenty bottles worth. Ordered into batches they seemed to be listed from most potent to least potent, five each. Unlike most of the waste, packed up into disposable anti-toxics bags, these were in a more valuable box and he saw they might be worth something.

Now, he was no idiot, or so he told me, so he said he did some research. It took a while but he found out that the chemicals that make up this Mito-Acetalin were developed from those that are most abundantly found in the human brain. He decided to do some research of his own and invited his girlfriend over. One thing lead to another and he got her to sniff the bottle. For about thirty seconds he found that she seemed to drop out of consciousness, lose her control, and he kept trying it until he realized he could order her to do basic things while she was like this, things like lift her arm, shake a leg. Eventually he was able to determine about the right dose to give to induce a trance-like state in someone for several minutes.

While she was under she took in everything she was told and he realized he had a real deal here. Apparently he was standing there at that time to meet a friend who would do a proper evaluation and get back to him with official details and long term effects, that sort of thing, but the bloke hadn't turned up. He told me he was willing to offer me one bottle for a hundred and fifty bucks, but when I told him I had a hundred he took that.

He sold me one bottle of the stuff, a tiny amount, but I was so excited I didn't care. I was dubious but I thought I'd try it and so I soaked some in my hanky and put a few drops in one of those little perfume bottles and sprayed it around in here before I met Ash. The moment I held the hanky to her nose she was out like a light and it was easy as pie from then to insert a few little commands into her sub-conscious to make her my faithful serving toy. And one of those things I got her to do was to bring you to me. Seems it worked, huh?' Sam said. Lucy, her nerves a little calmer now but still wary, didn't speak for a bit.

'So... You bought this stuff from a guy... and the first thing you did was try it on your girlfriend?' she asked.

'No, not the first thing. I took a sniff myself at home one night. The moment I passed out from a wash of pure pleasure and happy safety, I knew the stuff was going to work. It was further reinforced that it was safe when I didn't die horribly afterwards.' He added with a slight grin.

Lucy said nothing for a bit. 'You know... Ash, confronted me, in the toilets earlier... She, well, she... She came on me. She came right on top of me and... I found myself liking it. Did you do that?' She asked.

'No, I didn't. I know what happened, Ash told me you'd be coming to see me. No, each mind takes to various forms of hypnosis differently, hypnotized commands are no different. Her mind apparently has taken to reinforcing the commands I gave her with a physical sensation she can't ignore, apparently, a burning inferno of lust deep inside her, a furious fire of passion she can't reach or even slightly affect unless she's doing what she was commanded to do. It's manifested itself so strongly inside her that her body couldn't take the pleasure overload when she finally convinced you to come to me and she orgasmed.' Sam said. Lucy felt her heart's accelerated rhythm had tripled in the last minute or two and her legs seemed to be squashing a warm heat emanating from her crotch that she desperately wanted to itch until it was all burned out. She realized she was taking to the idea of a fire of lust raging inside her a little too eagerly.

'Look... You know why you're here, right?' Sam said seriously. Lucy didn't say anything. 'You're here because... Look, it's awkward, but... I really like you, man, like, I really think I could fall in love with you in moments, and I, well... I guess I used her to get you. I've wanted you, wanted to get with you for so long... I guess it's turned into a bit of an obsession.'

Lucy said nothing, partially creeped out by a silent obsession revealed before her eyes, and partially deeply aroused by the sincere yet intimate way he had not only tried to get her here to tell her, but the way he was telling her now. She quietly pushed her legs together a little more in an effort to hush the warm aura and damp patch that was threatening to soak into the fabric of her dress.

Sam sat in silence for a bit before he looked at her. 'You hate me, right? Creepy, using someone as a personal slave just to get a girl I like... Well, love... to see me?' Sam cast his eyes down, ashamed for the first time since the day he'd come into possession of the stuff. Lucy saw him genuinely upset and her heart softened. In that moment, her reservations were broken down by her genuine feeling of sorriness for him and with her concerns aside her attraction, and her arousal, slipped into primary gear. Lucy looked at him and realized she wanted him. The warmth between her legs had heated up to a hot sticky mess that radiated outwards and she wanted him to satisfy it for her.

She sat up and got on her knees on the couch, going to him and reaching over him. Holding herself up with her hands on the back of the couch, she put her leg over his and sat her butt on his thigh. She pushed her hips out, let the heat of her pussy radiate through her damp panties into his skin and pressed her chest against his, one hand on his chest as she locked her lips on his. In moments his eyes closed and he released his shame, arousal, regret, and concerns, and realized that it had, one way or another, worked. She was on him and he could feel a fire of warmth against his thigh that could be only one thing. She gently rocked back and forth and he felt her rubbing her mound against his thigh as her breasts gently pressed into his chest and her lips sucked his.

Their lips parted and her soft tongue silkily slid against his, massaging his mouth into submission to hers. Slowly she used her free hand to unbutton his shirt and stripped it back while his returned the favor and drew back her dress. Her bra was revealed and she broke her passion filled kiss for a moment to shake the item from her shoulders. She reached back and unclipped the bra and she threw that to the side, and, like a magical dream come true, she sat semi-naked before him. Her perky breasts stood proudly out, capped by two proudly erect nipples, and he reached for them. She grasped his wrists and help his hands down.

'I'm going to fuck you, Sam, but on one condition. I'm in control. I'll admit it, the idea of being mindlessly lusting over you with a fire that burns in my very deepest corners, a fire that can never be quenched, is fucking hot. And yes, eventually, I'm going to want you to take me as your sex slave. I'll admit that right now. But for the time being, when we meet, when we fuck, it's under my rules. Okay?' she said seriously. Sam looked into her eyes and he saw more depth and soul than he could fathom. He took her in, and his heart melted.

Seriously, he nodded and said, clearly and unflinchingly, 'I understand. Anything for you, Lucy.' With that, she smiled, and placed his hands firmly on her breasts. He didn't miss a beat, immediately starting to knead and massage the perfect little mounds. Her firm nipples pressed into his palms and her soft, flawless skin soothed his fingers. She closed her eyes and sat back, gently rubbing herself back and forth on his leg, her body rising and lowering as her hips rolled back and forth, back, and forth, dragging her sopping panties against his leg and rubbing her tingling lips against the inside of them.

He closed his eyes too and forgot he was in this shitty room on a couch and floated away on clouds of joy. He had started out using others to gain her, doing all he could to get her to be his. Now, he found he was much happier being hers. She drew her hips back and forth and pressed her mound into his leg as he fondled her and eventually her nipples were so firm and her pussy so wet that she had to have him. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him up till he was sitting upright and grasped his pants, drawing the fly down and tearing the button undone eagerly. She reached into his underwear and drew out his meat, immediately suckering her lips onto its thick head. Her cool saliva instantly drenched his tip and the sudden sensations made him involuntarily shudder. He sat back and she knelt down, positioning herself properly, never letting go of his length with her lips.

When she was ready, she began bobbing her head up and down, one hand resting on his shaft, the other gently fondling his balls. She massaged his soft crotch tenderly while inside her mouth her tongue swirled and pressed and licked his throbbing head clean as she took him deeper and deeper. His hand slid up her shoulder and intertwined in her hair, just resting on her scalp as she took him while he lay back and rolled his head in ecstasy. She was beginning to hit the back of her throat with him but still she went, taking his length and taking it well.

He felt himself losing control and his balls began to tingle as his meat started to pulse and he knew sweet sweet orgasm was coming. With that, she withdrew, , sucking up the pre-cum he was leaking into her, and she stood up. He looked at her pleadingly, the sudden lonely lack of soft lip on penis dragging his orgasm away painfully. She stood and let her dress fall from her body, before bowing low as she stepped out of her panties. There she stood, totally naked, her closely shaven lady hole damp and red with eager arousal.

With a grin, she placed one leg on the couch, kneeling, by him, then brought her other up too. His erect member still gently pulsed pre-cum onto his stomach as she positioned her pussy directly over him. She reached down and grasped it, gently running finger and thumb up its slippery length, pressing lightly. She started a slow rhythm that picked up in pace till she was tenderly wanking him with two fingers, pressing together to squeeze his tube together. The sensation of the massage moving blood around in the man-pole picked up his orgasm and drew it back towards him and as she saw him panting below her, eyes practically begging her to make him cum, she smiled her evil grin again and held him up against her opening.

Gently, with her other hand, tenderly, slowly, she placed two fingers either side of her lips and drew the skin up and open, exposing her hole. He watched as she guided him gently towards her, his eyes glued on the spot, and as he contacted her walls he let out a moan and she dropped herself down onto him.

She slid down on his length and within a second she felt his surprisingly full length fill her up. She felt some pain, it being her first real man in her, but she was so turned on and wet that it was silenced by her pleasure ten fold. She took him in and felt her walls clench hard at the sudden intrusion, as though she was sucking him in, sucking his length deeper into her, pulling him forth into her gaping wet hole, her pussy grabbing on to the glorious, heavenly sensation and promising never to ever let go.

She gasped as though his entry had punched right up into her lungs, her groin uncontrollably clenching and pulsing on him. His hands were on her hips already and she looked down at his tensed chest and closed eyes and knew this was all her show now. Not only did she have him at her total control, but he had her. She felt wave after wave of total washing submission gently crashing on the shores of her mind and all she could do was keep pumping herself up and down his length, keeping him inside her for as long as she could.

She rose high, till his tip was barely in her, then dropped again, ramming him deeper than ever before into her body. She moaned long and hard and her tits bounced with her movements. Eventually she leaned forward, landing on her hands, and glared down into his eyes, her tits wobbling and waving back and forth, dangling between her and him as she used her hips to pound circular motions like the wheel of a train up and down, back and forth on him. He rammed into her and out again and Sam, had he been having any thoughts, would have thought how close orgasm was yet not there yet.

Lucy began to pant and her mouth fell open as she fucked him hard, her soft blonde hair falling around his face. Sam looked up and into her deep pleasure-filled eyes. In those eyes was such emotion, total pleasure, intense joy, deep satisfaction, mixing with so many other sensations. His hands slid up her sides, he held her tight, he pushed his legs up so his hips were closer to hers, one hand went round her back while the other to her ass, and, as every single muscle in his body immediately turned up to full power, he explosively released his sweet sticky load deep into Lucy's aching sex.

Lucy felt it like a punch in the stomach, a punch made of pure ecstasy. She froze, her body having just been pushed hard into by his hips and cock in her. Time seemed to slow for her. She barely moved, her mouth wide in an "O" of joy, her chest heaving and catching from exertion and orgasm, her pussy throbbing and dripping and suddenly crashed full with penis. Seconds seemed to tick by. The mass inside her seemed to drop out, then another sudden jolting ram. Once more she was pounded full of his wonderful cock, the only thing that seemed to be real in this frozen, glassy state.

Another wave of beautiful warm semen soaked her insides. She shook with the force of his penetration. Lucy felt her body slipping. It wasn't her body, really, because she wasn't in control; she felt the tingly numbness of her body slowly slipping down, like it was tipping over the edge of a slippery slide and about to shoot down it. Another ram, another wave of warm joy filling her sex, and Lucy's body, seemingly only just with her in it, tipped further and further down the edge, threatening to lose balance and slide downwards into Gravity's tantalizing grasp. Another thrust, the biggest yet, the hands on her back holding her tight, getting him as deep as he could go. This wave of semen seemed to splatter onto her mind itself and soak it in warm sticky submission. As she felt he consciousness slipping away and her body falling from her grasp totally, she tipped, and, like one does when they suddenly feel like they're falling as they're going to sleep, shockingly, she lost balance and dropped into the abyss below.