If she poked her finger inside the asshole of the doll the girl (or guy... she'd tried it on her asshole brother-in-law one day... fingering the asshole's asshole... scale considerations again... for minutes while she was at the kitchen table with him and the rest of her sister's family. Fuck, that was funny), anyway, doing that to the doll made them feel they were being sodomized.
If she put her fingers on both temples she could speak directly into the subconscious of the target, making her think whatever Krystal wanted her to. That was how a week ago the very straight blonde bombshell cheerleader had become a submissive eager pussy pleaser... and it was how tomorrow she would instill almost overwhelming lesbian lust in her best friend, the woman she secretly loved and not so secretly lusted after.
That said, the urges and sensations imposed by a doll were rather akin to hypnosis, in that a woman couldn't be forced to do something she felt to be morally wrong. But it could go as far as instilling ideas (such as
wow, what an appetising pussy!)
to be considered, and perhaps considered very seriously.
"Hungry?" Krystal asked.
"Starving," the pretty blonde answered, her pussy on fire with anticipation at licking the pussy that inexplicably tasted like chocolate mousse (her favourite food), something else she didn't understand.
Krystal had the ability to manipulate the mind through the voodoo doll so her cunt would taste like whatever the slut's favourite food was. It was easy manipulation, again through using her fingers on the doll's temple. "Well, have your dessert," the voodoo mistress offered, spreading her legs and watching the once straight girl dive in with undeniable lust.
Amber began licking slowly, savouring the exquisite taste... never wanting these special moments of submissive snacking to end.
Every time it was over, Amber felt sad.
Every time her phone buzzed, Amber hoped it was Krystal.
Krystal loved Amber's lengthy lapping... slow tender licks that would stimulate her for over half an hour and always build inexorably to an intense orgasm. She closed her eyes and relaxed, imagining tomorrow's planned seduction of her best friend.
Thirty minutes later Krystal was close to coming. So she slyly slid her finger inside the cheerleader's voodoo doll and tapped the g-spot.
Amber knew her Mistress was close... in only a month she'd learned the signs. The breathing increased, the legs would stiffen and forceful hands would draw her face deeper inside the sweet pussy. Also, even though she couldn't explain it, her body felt physically connected with her Mistress and she often felt what Mistress Krystal felt, or sometimes she would feel something else. For instance she would sometimes feel an invisible finger slide inside her excessively wet pussy. She would then feel the finger find her g-spot, something no guy had even attempted to discover. Then with each lick she gave her Mistress's cunt, there was a tap on her g-spot.
Krystal loved coming simultaneously... she loved being a complete puppet master of pleasure. She loved watching a pet writhe on the floor, see her body shake and her utter confusion at the invisible implements touching her, stroking her, kissing her, tonguing her, sometimes even fucking her pussy or her ass. As Krystal's orgasm hit, she rapidly tapped the g-spot inside the doll and watched today's pet come from the magic.
Amber's orgasms from licking cunt were like tectonic plates colliding... her entire body seemed to be crashing together into a Himalayan peak of euphoria. Her head went light, her body quaked and her pussy gushed.
Once both women had recovered from their orgasms, Krystal sent Amber on her way, Amber thanking her divine mysterious Mistress profusely for the privilege of being allowed to serve her, knowing that her orgasms with her boyfriend (the rare times he actually got her off) were nowhere near the intensity of the ones she somehow achieved here without even having her pussy touched.
.....
Krystal went to her closet and tried to choose the right costumes for herself and Janice. She had over forty costumes she had collected over the years for both Halloween and role play time. She spent over an hour looking at costumes, three times picking what she thought were the right ones, then changing her mind. In the end she chose a Playboy Bunny outfit for Janice... the sluttiest one she could find that would really showcase her friend's big tits, great ass and long legs. It came with a modified black bodysuit that barely covered her tits and cunt, long black gloves, a tail, a headband with bunny ears, neck collar with bow. She planned to add black thigh highs (the tops completely visible to highlight a sexy expanse of bare thigh above them), to finish off the outfit. For herself she considered going for something screaming dominant Mistress, but didn't want to be that overt. Instead, she decided to wear something as sexy and slutty as she was making Janice wear. . So in the end Krystal chose for herself a Red Riding Hood outfit that would make any wolf's temperature rise. It had a red brocade waist clincher with a white peasant top with off the shoulder sleeves, red brocade mini skirt and a red brocade cape with hood. Similar to Janice's outfit, she would finish her sexy costume with red thigh high stockings. Of course it goes without saying they would both be in five inch heels.
Janice walked up her friend's walkway, still in her work attire. She was still rather downcast at being single again, as the pool of eligible men continued to diminish... as did the quality of the remaining men.
Krystal was already in her outfit except for her heels when the doorbell rang... she picked up the Janice voodoo doll (which was now activated) and lightly blew on its pussy.
Janice felt a shiver run through her body and a strange warm breath on her pussy right through her wool skirt... which was weird, but pleasant.
Krystal answered the door. "Ready to reinvent yourself?"
"Judging by what you're wearing, definitely not," Janice replied, as she took in the slutty sexiness of her best friend. She looked undeniably hot in a Red Riding Hood costume.
"Oh, your outfit is a lot tamer," Krystal lied, as Janice walked in.
"
Sure
it is," Janice scoffed, knowing her friend too well.
"Okay, well it's not any sluttier than this one," Krystal laughed.
"I hope not," Janice laughed back, already feeling like she needed this. Krystal had always been the one challenging her boundaries, but was also the friend who always knew what she needed.
They had a glass of wine and then two, Krystal knowing the club didn't start hopping until after ten. They chatted about work, Janice's break-up and other generic things until Krystal finally instructed, her dominant personality on display, "I'll pour you another glass of wine. Meanwhile you can go into my bedroom and put on your outfit."
"You trying to get me drunk?" Janice asked, three glasses of wine usually her limit.
"Perhaps," Krystal shrugged with a smile, "Now hurry up and go try it on."
"Fine," Janice replied dramatically as she often did, implying she was reluctantly going along with this, but in truth she was curious what her extroverted friend had chosen for her to wear. Krystal was always able to awaken her wild side... one she definitely needed in charge of her after her past few days of self-loathing. She'd been continually asking herself why she wasn't pretty enough or sexy enough to keep a man. Seriously... if taking it in the ass wasn't enough to keep a man, what was?
Krystal poured the wine and grabbed the doll to do some more subtle voodoo teasing... teasing that she hoped would escalate into her best friend finally allowing herself to cross the invisible line into Sapphic lust... very confident that Janice would be like many others... a spaghetti lesbian. A girl who is straight until she plunges into the hot turbulent waters of same sex pleasure and becomes all soft and malleable.
Janice walked into her friend's bedroom and saw two things:
1. A Playboy Bunny outfit all meticulously laid out; from the outfit, to the accessories, to the hosiery (by now Krystal had gotten her into wearing nylons all the time, something that really showcased her legs... she was wearing expensive black pantyhose at the moment), to the five inch heels (Krystal and she having the exact same shoe size). The main feature distinguishing this outfit from the Playboy version was that instead of being closed at the bottom the body suit had a tiny ruffled skirt that almost but not quite covered the essentials. Modesty was served by the inclusion of a thong that could almost have been made from black dental floss.
2. A strap-on harness equipped with a rather large cock sitting on the other end of the bed.
Janice shook her head at both. The outfit would be sexy and slutty. And the strap-on was another reminder of Krystal's eternally open offer to teach her what lesbian sex was like, promising that once she reached orgasm from Krystal's experienced tongue she'd never want a man again.
And although Krystal was undeniably pretty and men continued to be disappointments, Janice wasn't a lesbian. True, she'd be lying if she didn't admit to being just a little bit curious. That said, in the long run she wanted the modern day family: a husband, two kids and a career. And the clock was ticking.
Krystal waited a couple of minutes before she moved her tongue to the doll's vagina and gave one soft, just grazing, lick. Hoping at this point her friend was either beginning to get undressed or pondering the meaning of the strap-on harness and cock she'd left on her bed. One that had been used this morning to fuck her mid-forties neighbour after the mother of five had given her a morning orgasm... her usual Tuesday morning routine.
