Slave to Desire

She gave a sweet smile and said, "Of course, baby. Whatever you want." She undid the rest of her shirt, briefly congratulated herself that she had thought to wear matching underwear, and stripped off the skirt. She took a moment to spin around in her black underwear, giving Cam a nice view, and then unbuckled her bra and slipped off her panties.

"Holy fuck," Cam said, admiring her body. She resisted throwing herself down on her knees, telling herself that the harder he got the more fun it would be to suck him. She didn't like that he was seeing her like this, but she would do just about anything just for permission to get down on her knees. If a view of her tits was what it took, that was a small price to pay.

"Now, where were we?" Becca purred, beginning to drop down.

"One more thing," Cam said. Becca resisted the urge to groan in frustration.

"Yes?" Becca said, trying to keep her voice sweet.

"I'm going to take some pictures of you while you're down there," Cam said, very matter-of-factly. "Maybe a video too."

"What?" Becca said, barely registering the words. Surely she was misunderstanding him.

"I want to prove to my friends that I got sucked off by the waitress with the fantastic tits," Cam said.

"You... are you serious?" Becca said. She was torn. The humiliation of being turned into porn was combating the desperation to suck his cock. Amidst it all was the shock of his audacity, to suggest such a thing in the first place. Not just take pictures or video, but for the express purpose of sharing with his friends. She wondered if she had served them at the restaurant or at the bar. Would they see her? Be thinking about the pictures? The videos? Would she ever know these people were the ones that had seen her like that?

"Absolutely," Cam said.

"No," Becca said. "Isn't... isn't this enough?" She gestured down to her naked body. "Can't I just suck your dick, naked, blow your mind, and that be enough?"

"No," Cam said. He shrugged and added, "This was your idea. So if you really want to suck me off, we do it my way." He paused, gave an evil half-smile, and added, "Or you can get dressed and leave. Up to you."

Becca had a moment of panic. Could she do that? Could she really have come this far, obsessed this much, gotten completely undressed, gotten so close to actually sucking him like she had fantasized about, only to leave? Becca didn't think she had that much willpower. She wanted it too much.

"Ok," Becca said softly. "Whatever you want. Just... please... please can I suck it? I want it so much. I don't know if I can wait any more. I just... ohhh I need it." She was getting frantic and Cam seemed to know it.

"Shhhh shhh. Fine. Fine. Go ahead," Cam said.

"Oh thank you," Becca said, dropping down. Her hands clawed at his belt. She barely had enough mental acuity to force her fingers around it and pull. Luckily, Cam was willing to help her. He reached down and unbuckled it. As he opened the belt, it smacked Becca across the cheek. She barely noticed. She was breathing heavily in anticipation. Her mouth was hanging open and she realized for just a second that she was actually drooling. His pants slid down and she forgot all about her drool. A needy, unconscious moan erupted from deep inside Becca. Cam pulled down his underwear and IT emerged. Becca squealed with delight, open her mouth, and impaled her face on him.

She gagged almost immediately. It occurred to her only once his dick was actually in her mouth that she had barely given a blowjob before. She had given a hand job with some licking, but never truly sucked a dick. She was a hot girl with big tits. Guys liked to fuck her and most of the time she could just sit there, take it, and still get hers. But this... this was new. With that thought came two realizations.

The first was that she needed to do it well. She had promised to blow his mind. If she didn't, he might not let her do this again. She needed to suck like a vacuum cleaner.

The second thought was that this was better than anything else on Earth. Even with the cock blocking her air and making her gag, the feeling of a cock in her mouth was simply heaven. She had never felt such empowerment and desperate, eager pleasure. She had to earn the right to do this more.

So she went to work. Ignoring her own gagging, she kept the dick deep into her throat for another few seconds, showing her commitment. Then, leaving plenty of spit on his shaft, she eased off slowly. She flicked her tongue across the bottom of his cock as she moved, hoping that it felt great. Then, she reversed, digging the lovely dick back into her mouth. She sucked, at first gently, then rapidly increasing.

For a moment, there was too much. There was a cock too deep, she was sucking too hard, it was too hard to breathe, and it was all too unfamiliar. Then, she scolded herself and told herself that this was what she was waiting for. She needed to do it right.

She sucked harder, then thrust forward. She buried her nose in his belly. Again, she was gagging, but didn't care. She looked up, struggling to keep the cock buried and also see Cam. It took a moment, but she was able to see him without releasing the dick from her throat.

Cam was holding his camera, recording her. His face was an odd blend of amusement, determination, lust, and pleasure.

Becca released slowly, letting the cock slide across her lips until she was at the head. She let it go with a "pop" noise, then grinned up at Cam and the camera.

"Do you like that?" Becca asked. Then she put her lips back on the dick, eager to get sucking again.

"Get a rhythm going," Cam commanded almost immediately. "Jerk me off with your face."

Becca obeyed, opening up her mouth and beginning to set a pace. She slid the cock to her throat, then let her lips slide back to the tip. Then she reversed, diving back down. She repeated, feeling her throat loosen with each plunge. She picked up speed as she went, throwing her face against his dick and back again.

At one point, Becca reached up to place a hand on his cock to help. Cam immediately grabbed the hand and tossed it aside.

"Don't be lazy," Cam ordered. "Suck it like a real slut." Becca was aware that she should be offended by the language, but couldn't quite bring herself to feel it. She was too distracted by the joy of the blowjob. Also, she had thrown herself at a man at her restaurant, begging to suck his dick and agreeing to be recorded doing so. Was "slut" so inappropriate right now? She didn't even care. She just sucked. She even tucked both her hands behind her back, so she wouldn't be tempted to use her hands again.

Becca got into a good rhythm. She pulsed her suction on his dick. Her tongue danced across him. Her neck strained, but she powered through it. Becca was amazed how much she wanted to suck him, even as she was doing so. Time seemed to disappear. She was only engrossed in the act of sucking dick--Cameron's dick. She relished it. It was glory.

She didn't know how long she had been sucking when she became aware that Cam was behaving differently. She could hear his breathing. She could feel his cock quivering in her mouth. She realized that it was coming a fraction of a second before her mouth suddenly filled with cum.

She broke rhythm only for a second. Then, she sucked hard and began thrusting deep, demanding the cum fill her mouth and throat. She pumped it out of him with her face. She swallowed, then sucked, then swallowed again. Even after it was done, Becca couldn't bring herself to release his cock from her mouth. She sucked gently, letting it grow softer between her lips. Her tongue danced around him. She began to be afraid that she would have to stop sucking soon. She didn't want to ever be doing anything else.

Finally, well after Cam's orgasm, he reached down and pull a gentle hand on her forehead. He pushed her back. Becca leaned forward, trying to keep the cock in her mouth as long as possible. Finally, it popped out of her mouth.

"Nooooo," Becca moaned. "Moooore."

"Hold on," Cam said. He stepped away, leaving Becca on her knees with the taste of his cum on her lips. Becca was rapidly doing the math to see how long she would have to wait until she could suck him off again. Days? A week? Maybe she could convince him to let her do it again before she left tonight. They had a few hours left in the evening.

Cam returned and Becca looked up. She saw a small, black device in her hand. For a moment, she thought it was a breath spray. Then, he pressed the top and it hit Becca in the face. There was the aroma and the world dropped away again.

"You want to be my sexual plaything," Cam's voice told her. "To fulfill my fantasies. More than anything else in the world."

Then, the world slowly returned to her. Becca found herself naked, kneeling on Cam's floor. She had just sucked him off--this man that a week ago she had barely tolerating being around.

"Wh... what happened?" Becca asked.

"You sucked me off," Cam said. "And it wasn't half bad, too." He smiled, perhaps cruelly, down at her.

She knew that, of course, but it didn't make sense. She hated him. Why the fuck had she just sucked him off? "Why?" she said.

"Because you wanted to," Cam said.

Becca looked down at the device still in Cam's hand. "You... you did something," she said.

"Yes, I did," Cam nodded.

"How?" Becca said. She was still in shock. How had she come so far so quickly? She was completely naked for a man that she despised. And he... he had recorded her, hadn't he? Becca filled with despair.

"A special pheromone," Cam said. "Really, I don't want to explain it all. But I can tell you what you want. Unfortunately, you don't seem to retain the last change when I give you a new one. So... welcome back to your mind. For a little while."

"A little while?" Becca repeated.

"Yes," Cam nodded. "I just told you what to want again. Give it some time."

"No... no, no, no."

Cam shrugged. "I promise you, Becca, I will never do anything that you don't want to do. But when you want something and I want something... well... that's just two adults having fun."

"You're sick," she hissed. "I hate you."

"I know," Cam said. "You made no attempt to hide that. For a long time. But you have tormented my fantasies for a long time. Now, I'm going to enjoy you." He smiled, looked down at her body again, and then turned away. "You can get dressed. I know you'll be back."

Becca resisted the urge to stand and lash out at him, but the fact that she was naked, with the taste of his cock still on her tongue, stopped her. It shocked her once again into stillness. If he could get her to do this, what else could he get her to do? And if she lashed out and gave him a reason to push her further, would she just be burying herself under further ill treatment?

Cam stepped out of the room. Becca looked down, feeling a sense of hopelessness. She was powerless. She was at his mercy. Some part of her--some ominous part--didn't entirely hate the idea. It was then that Becca decided to run. She quickly dressed, finding later that she didn't button her top right. She threw herself our of the house, hurrying to her car. Despite the hatred in her heart for Cam, she worried that if she stayed longer she would end up finding out what he had done to her in a bad way.

She drove home. Only once she was home and lying in bed did she realize that she didn't feel much fear. In fact, at the very edges of her consciousness, she was a little bit excited.

Becca pushed Cam out of her mind. She went to class. She went to her bartender job. She did her best to think about anything else in the world but her time with Cam. She was tired, which helped her keep her mind from dwelling on anything.

It was only once she was laying in bed, almost a full day after, that Becca's mind landed on Cam and her ordeal at his house. She had been so desperate for his cock. She had sucked and sucked. He must have wanted a blowjob from her really, really bad. He must have fantasized about it for a long time. And last night, she had fulfilled that fantasy. Some part of her felt a thrill at that thought. She knew that she shouldn't, but she couldn't stop from feeling it.

As she tried to force herself to sleep, she couldn't stop from wondering what else he would have her do. If he really had programmed her to want something, what was it this time? Was fantasy would he have her fulfill? She envisioned herself tied up and spanked. She imagined garters, lace, chokers, ball gags, cuffs, and anything else. Again, there was a thrill that she couldn't quite suppress. All those fantasies. All those possibilities. Which hole would he stuff next? Becca was aware that two of her holes were very wet. Her pussy was dripping and her mouth was watering.

She didn't sleep that night as much as she drifted from one fantasy to the next. She wondered which twisted, depraved, delightful fantasy she would fulfill for him next. She hated him. But she could not bring herself to hate the fantasies. They were too... exciting? Enticing? Desirable?

Finally, at 5AM or so, Becca gave up trying to resist and masturbated. She envisioned herself doing all sorts of fucked up shit for Cam and she came fast. Just as before, she felt no less desire, but at least it helped her drift off to sleep. Just before exhaustion overcame her, Becca found words popping into her mind:

"His toy."

"His plaything."

Then she slept and dreamt.

---

Masturbation became a problem. She could barely work for a half hour or so before needing to excuse herself to the bathroom to rub one out. Mostly, this was because she kept dreaming up new twisted fantasies. Schoolgirl outfits and being fucked in the throat on a desk, French maid outfits and being fucked in the ass in the kitchen, wearing nothing but rope and being tied to a fuck-machine and left for hours for his pleasure. Each one was more thrilling than the last.

In the end, however, one desire elevated above everything else: to know which one he wanted. The longer Becca went, the less she cared about doing kinky shit, but wanting to know the specific kinky shit that Cam liked. She told herself that she wanted to know so that she could watch out for however he had programmed her, but some part of her knew that was a lie.

She wanted to be used. And she knew she shouldn't want it, but she did. And she got herself off twice an hour fantasizing about being used.

The question was growing in her mind: Why was she just fantasizing?

Of course, she knew that her desires were from him, but that didn't stop her from wanting what she wanted. Why shouldn't she act on it? What Cam had said was right: it was two consenting adults. And she so wanted to consent.

It wasn't just that she wanted sex. She wanted to be used. She wanted to be played with. She wanted to be demeaned in every way that he wanted to demean her.

Becca wanted it badly.

---

Sunday morning, Cam texted her a video. It was Becca on her knees, happily gobbling his cock down her throat. Becca moaned as she watched it. Then, she masturbated while she watched it, knowing that she was fulfilling his fantasy. How long had he watched her in the restaurant and imagined her down there on her knees? And here was proof that she had fulfilled that fantasy. Becca got herself off before the 60-second video finished. Then she restarted it and got off again.

Of course, nothing was "out of her system". She wanted it just as badly, even if she could think just a little bit clearer. She rewatched the video, this time watching herself. Even in the small screen on her phone, Becca could see the delight in her own face. She wasn't doing anything that she wasn't adoring. She had literally begged to suck that cock. So what if he had told her to want it? She had wanted it. Desperately.

In fact, there was some part of her that didn't mind at all being prompted. He was making her what he wanted her to be. And wasn't that kind of... kind of hot? To be made into what he wanted? The thought made Becca dripping wet. She didn't care anymore if these desires were her own. She wanted to be made into his fantasy. Into his toy.

She was getting off for her fifth time that morning when Cam texted her again. This time, no video, but seven words that filled his mind with animal lust: "I have more ideas if you're ready."

Becca stopped herself for just a moment--one final echo of her past self--before she texted back: "Tell me."

And he did.

Becca's hand never left her pussy while text after text of fantasies arrived in her phone. The secretary with only stockings getting drilled from every angle on a desk--bonus points if she's fucking to keep her job. Becca's head off the edge of the bed, fucked in the face while he slapped her tits. Becca brought just to the edge of orgasm, then left to beg for it, try to earn it, and continue to be edged for hours. Superheroines defiled. Policewomen bound. Leashes. Ropes. And more.

Some of them Becca had gotten right. They both thought that Becca would look great as a schoolgirl getting fucked in the throat. Others were new, but delightful.

After several minutes, the texts slowed, apparently as Cam ran out of fantasies he wanted to try. Not one had made Becca feel anything but glee.

She texted back: "Which one first?"

---

Becca went shopping. She visited stores she had never knew existed before, looking for outfits and toys that she had never in a million years thought she would get. But "before" didn't matter anymore. Fulfilling Cam's fantasies was what mattered and she was going to fulfill each and every one of them. She quickly dipped into her savings. What she couldn't find in person, she ordered online.

Then, she floored it to Cam's house.

Cam was waiting at the door for her. He watched her carry the seven large shopping bags up to his door. Becca was partly annoyed that he didn't offer to help, but she was more focused on which fantasy he would want to do first. She was going to blow his mind.

The door had barely closed behind her when his lips were on hers, greedy and presumptuous and perfect. His hands grabbed at her, clasping her tit and ass and burrowing his fingertips into each. He gave each a sharp slap, then began tearing away at her clothes.

Becca was wearing sexy lace for him--the specific lingerie set that he had sent her so she would know how to best fulfill his fantasy. It had plenty of uncomfortable straps, garters, and clasps, but Becca knowing that it was what he wanted--what he had dreamt about--made it all worth it.

She hit her knees, opened wide, and sucked again. She thought she had fulfilled this fantasy, but she also realized that that didn't matter. If it was still Cam's fantasy, it was still what she wanted to do. He only fucked her face for a few pumps before changing his mind. He filled his hand full of Becca's hair, clasped, and then pulled his cock out of her mouth. He began walking, dragging her along. She hurried to crawl after him.

He pulled her to his bedroom. He pushed her down onto his bed, spanked her ass several times--she felt pain, but not as much as she felt pleasure--and then pulled her panties down. Becca was on her belly, so she wasn't sure which hole he was going for. She spread her legs, allowing access no matter what he wanted. He chose her ass.

Becca had never been fucked in the ass before. It hurt and Cam wasn't nice, but none of that mattered. Cam wanted to fuck a girl in the ass--at least five of the fantasies that he had provided her involved this--and she was going to see to it that he was going to get what he wanted. Cam reached up and grabbed hold of her hair again, yanking her head backward.

"Yes!" Becca cried out. "More! Fuck my ass more! Hard! Oh fuck me soooo hard! More! More! More!" She cried out for more, but not just more fucking in that one hole. More filth. More fantasies. More ways to please him. More ways to please her. The word "more" poured out of her mouth freely, the purest expression of her inner desires and bellowed in absolute sincerity. "More!!!"