- Mind Control
- My Roommate Michelle Ch. 05
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John was pacing around the apartment. He had looked for things to do and while finding something small to attend to eased him somewhat, he would almost immediately go back to having an anxious type feeling.
It was Saturday morning and Michelle was lounging on the couch after a long we at work. He was very routine at making sure her needs were being met. The idea of serving her had settled into his mind so much that he found he looked forward to it each day. Seeing her smile and knowing he had pleased her was its own reward. A part of him realized she had and continued to train him, but he could not resist her. Wherever his thoughts went they always seemed to arrive back at the same place. He loved to make her happy.
This morning was different. He had done just about everything that needed to be done this morning, but he could not seem to get as much satisfaction as he usually did.
"What's wrong baby?" he sweet voice asked from the couch as he was walking by yet again.
He stopped and turned to her, "I don't know Domina...I am just anxious like I need something," he sank down on his knees in front of the couch," it's like a craving I can't seem to shake."
Michelle looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, "I don't like to see you so unhappy slave, perhaps I can do something to ease you?" She sat up and crossed her legs. She was wearing a black silk robe, his favorite, and her legs were now on full display. As he stared he felt his excitement growing, but the uneasiness just seemed to get stronger.
"Thank you Domina, I'm not sure what it is."
"Maybe you just need to ask me to help you," she smiled down at him with a look in her eye that made him think she knew exactly what he needed. He felt like a ball of yarn as the cat looked at him playing with it for her amusement.
"Domina I...I want...can you...,"
"Yes John," her excitement seemed to grow causing her to actually call him by his name.
"Please tell me what I should do," he felt exhausted as the words came out like he was at his wits end.
"You want me to tell you what to do?"
"Yes please Domina," he begged.
"So you think you need me to command you to put you at ease?" her face showed she was clearly amused and enjoying the exchange.
"Yes I...um...," suddenly he did not believe this new craving was accidental, "wait...did you make me feel this way?"
She leaned down lowering her face closer to his and the amusement turned to a sultry look, "how would it make you feel if I did slave?"
Warm tingles surged through his body and he felt his cock twitch and he knew she had. He knew and as usual only got more excited until he did not care what she did.
"Oh I think he likes it," she giggled softly leaning back on the couch again. Her leg started to slowly swing causing him to stare.
"Do you feel a desire to have me give you commands slave?"
"Yes Domina," his breath was getting deeper.
"A good slave always begs to be told what to do. Isn't that right?"
"Yes Domina," he felt the anxious start to grow again.
"It's okay to beg me slave. I want you to beg me."
"Please Domina, command me," he felt a rush as the anxious feeling seemed to flow out of him leaving only bliss in its wake.
"Doesn't that feel soooo right slave?" she purred.
"Yes Domina."
"I want you to stroke for me slave."
His hand found his hard cock and began to stroke. He had edged so many times for her he knew without thought what she wanted.
"That's right, edge for me slave. So happy and content when you obey my commands. They're so much more powerful than my suggestions which only makes you crave them more."
His hand came off his cock as he felt himself get to the edge. He had to take deep ragged breaths as his body shook.
"I think it's time to let you release for me slave, but it hasn't been long enough for you to enjoy it too much. Today I want you to edge for me again and again. Edge for me as you look at my legs. That's right," his hand started moving on his cock again.
"You're going to want to edge over and over for me because I am commanding you to."
His body was shaking and he had to stop again.
"See how good it feels to have me command you slave?"
"Yes Domina," he managed between breaths.
"Stroke for me slave," he immediately obeyed and lasted about ten seconds before his hand came off his cock.
"See how good I make you feel. It feels so good to obey my commands doesn't it?"
"Yes Domina."
"You're becoming such a good slave John. You're learning how good it feels to beg me to allow you to please me. You are starting to understand what a gift it is that I allow you to please me like this. Now stroke for me slave."
He started stroking again and started to gasp as soon as his hand touched his cock. After only a couple of strokes he had to stop again.
"My commands are so powerful and you carve them so much you want to beg me for more, don't you slave?"
"Yes Domina," his body was trembling so much he was having problems controlling his breathing.
"You're going to feel more and more comfortable begging me to command you slave. The need is outweighing the embarrassment of begging. Now beg me slave."
"Please...Domina."
"Please what slave?"
"Please command me," the anxious feeling was coming back mixing with the euphoria.
"Stroke for me slave."
He started to stroke again and the anxiety rushed out of him again and he felt the pleasure surge to new heights. Shaking his hand came off his cock and it twitched uncontrollably as he labored to breathe.
"That's right slave, feel how good it feels to please me. Now stroke."
It was hard keeping his hand on his cock and he managed one stroke before pulling his hand off and felt it twitch again. Precum dripped down the underside with every twitch.
"You're almost where you need to be slave. Obey my command and stroke for me."
Finding his cock was tortuous pleasure as he slid it up and down feeling the edge get too close. He pulled his hand away as his cock again began twitching and he felt the cum start to shoot out. While the ejaculation gave some relief, he did not feel the dopamine rush he was accustomed to as he watched the cum continue pulsing out.
He heard Shelle laughing softly from the couch, "well done slave. This won't be the first ruined orgasm I allow you to experience. You've pleased me so much today. After you cleaned up your mess go shower for me. I think it would make me happy if you took me shopping today."
- COMMENTS
Anonymous11 months agoLove the intensity of this chapter. After each instance of Shelle telling him to stroke, and him subsequently stopping because he reached the edge, but nevertheless stopping without permission, I imagined Shelle seductively scolding him for needing to disobey. Perhaps saying "oh, John, I'm so proud of you for not spilling the orgasm welling in your prostate, which I own. This is most important at this stage of your training so I do appreciate that you are controlling the urge by all means possible. Nevertheless, you also disobeyed what I feel is a simple and even polite request for you to jack off my aching cock. Yes John. The cock you're gripping is mine, isn't it sweetheart? We haven't had this discussion yet, and I would never insist on that being the case, but sense you'd like to relinquish control of it and have it be mine to control. Am I correct in that assumption... Johnathan? Sweetheart? Don't answer. I want you to think out it for the next week. We will not discuss it again until I bring it up at least a week or more from now. You will not even hint or elude to this topic, but you'll lose sleep thinking about it. You'll be dreadfully sleep deprived just thinking about it. You may find that when I allow that conversation, you'll beg to ask me to have full control just so you can have a good night's sleep. And John, my acceptance of control over your cock, your balls, your asshole, and your prostate is not assured. Yes, if I want your cock, I'll want those too. I digress. The fact is, I may dismiss you all together if I'm uninspired to take control of you. I'll take time to see if you're worthy. Ultimately, I will not insist on this control. You'll find a way to politely, humbly, and sincerely ask me, of your own free will, to accept that control." Shelle cups John's chin in her hand to lift his shamefully embarrassed yet desperate eyes. Compassionately looking and holding space with him silently. Reading his mind as his fist grips his cock. She sits upright, crosses her leg in such a way that her foot is dangling just in front of his cock head as she leans in, intimately close to whisper in his ear. "Now John, use your other hand to grip what may or may not soon become my fucking nuts. Squeeze." He winces. "A little harder sweetheart." He swallows the pain as she caresses his cheek. "Now, when I snap my fingers, I want you to jack that cock and bust a nut on my foot." She kisses his ear seductively for a moment before casually leaning back in a comfortable viewing position. Ignoring him for a moment as she reaches for a file on the end table and carefully and slowly files her nails as if the discussion she just had with him, never happened. Ignoring John's very existence John still holding his scrotum but loosening his grip slightly. She finishes and places the file on the end table, looks at him in a pondering manner. Then "whack!" A firm short kick to his nuts with the upper side of her foot. He begins to double over, almost into her cleavage, but catches himself. She tenderly places a hand on one of his shoulders to help keep him propped up, foreheads touching, looking him in the eyes as she tenderly but seriously says "John. Sweetheart, when I say grip them tightly, your grip does not loosen up until I ask you to loosen up." An instant later John hears the crisp "snap" of the thumb and forefinger from her other hands next to his ear. No further words spoken. Eye contatct for the remainder for what happens next as he jacks off in the most aroused states he's ever experienced, while also experiencing pain in his testicles. His facial expression a mix of arousal, desperation and pain. But it's the slight but dwindling expression of contempt for the situation he allowed himself to surrender to that arouses Shelle. Shortly after John is blasting thick rope after rope of cum on her shin, ankle, foot and toes. She leans into her own arousal by saying in a low husky voice "lick it up dirty slut." A minute later she abruptly uses the pads of her open hand to press against his forehead and say "Enough. Shower, silence, and do not disturb me for the rest of the day. I'll be in my room fucking myself with a dildo and vibrator... with the door open. You will not look in my room or slow your pace when you pass by, even if I look directly at you. I'll test your wits in many ways John. Who knows, before the end of the week, I might fuck multiple guys at the same time... in your bed... with you watch... while squatting a dildo achingly deep in your asshole." Without waiting for a response, she gets up. Walking away, she says "open the window, Cum Eater, it smells like sex in here."
