Max and the Mind Control Device

The Moment of Truth

After dinner, I decided to push my control over Alex even further. "Alex, I want you to give me a full-body massage," I instructed, relishing the thought of his strong hands on my body. "Of course, Max," Alex replied, his voice still obedient and emotionless.

I moved to the center of the room and laid down on my stomach, my heart pounding with excitement. Alex towered over me, his incredible height and muscular frame casting an imposing shadow. The sight of him so close and vulnerable, completely under my control, was intoxicating. I knew that this was a rare opportunity to indulge in my fetish for tall, muscular men like Alex, and I intended to make the most of it.

As Alex began the massage, his strong, powerful hands worked their magic on my body. His fingers expertly kneaded my muscles, releasing the tension that had built up throughout the day. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the scent of his sweat filled my nostrils, only adding to my arousal.

As he moved lower down my back, I couldn't help but glance up at him, taking in the sight of his muscular legs and the impressive bulge between them. His height difference compared to me made the scene even more erotic, and I found myself growing increasingly turned on.

"Your hands feel amazing, Alex," I moaned, unable to contain my pleasure any longer. "You really know how to use those strong, powerful muscles of yours."

Alex continued to massage me, his movements becoming more sensual and deliberate. He moved up to my shoulders, his large hands dwarfing my smaller frame. The sheer size difference between us only served to heighten my arousal, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he pressed his thumbs into the tense muscles of my neck.

As the massage continued, I could feel myself becoming more and more lost in the sensations. Alex's height and powerful build were like a drug to me, and I found myself craving more and more of his touch. I knew that I was playing with fire, but I couldn't help myself; the thrill of having such a tall, muscular man like Alex completely under my control was simply too intoxicating to resist.

Finally, as the massage came to an end, I decided to push my luck just a little bit further. "Alex, I want you to carry me to bed."

Without hesitation, Alex scooped me up in his strong arms, his impressive biceps flexing as he easily lifted me off the ground. The sensation of being cradled by such a tall, powerful man was almost too much to bear, and I couldn't help but shiver with delight as he carried me to the bedroom.

As Alex carried me to the bedroom, I found myself unable to resist the urge to explore his incredible body. I leaned in closer and began to run my hands over his big, muscular pecs, my fingers teasing his hardened nipples. The taste of his sweat mixed with the sensation of being carried by such a tall, powerful man was driving me wild with desire.

Feeling bolder, I decided to push the boundaries even further. "Alex," I whispered, my voice thick with lust, "I want you to jack off while you're carrying me."

Alex's eyes widened slightly at the command, but he didn't hesitate to obey. As he continued to carry me, his free hand reached down and began to stroke his impressive, rock-hard cock. The sight of this tall, muscular jock pleasuring himself while carrying me was incredibly erotic, and I couldn't help but moan with pleasure as I continued to run my hands over his chest.

The combination of Alex's height, his powerful muscles, and the illicit thrill of having him under my control was an intoxicating mix, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. Alex's breathing grew heavier and more ragged as he continued to stroke his cock, and I could tell that he was getting close to the edge as well. Just as Alex seemed to be on the brink of climax, I decided to assert my control once more.

"Stop," I commanded firmly. "Don't you dare cum yet. Keep stroking yourself, but you're not allowed to reach orgasm."

Alex's hand slowed down, but he continued to stroke his throbbing cock, his face expressionless and robotic as he obeyed my command. It was clear that he was struggling to hold back, but my control over him was absolute, and he had no choice but to comply.

Feeling a surge of power and arousal, I decided to change positions. "Alex, I want you to lift me up onto your shoulders, so that my legs are resting on either side of your head and my pussy is right in front of your face."

Without a word, Alex adjusted his grip on me and effortlessly hoisted me up onto his broad shoulders. My legs wrapped around his muscular neck, and my pussy was now directly in front of his emotionless face. The sensation of being held up so high by this tall, powerful man only served to heighten my arousal, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"Now, Alex," I ordered, my voice thick with lust, "I want you to lick my pussy while you're still stroking yourself. Remember, you're not allowed to cum until I say so."

Alex obediently began to lick my pussy, his strong, rough tongue expertly exploring my folds and sending waves of pleasure through my body. The sensation of being so high up while being pleasured by such a tall, muscular man was almost too much to bear, and I couldn't help but moan with pleasure as he continued to work his magic.

As I looked down at Alex's emotionless face, his mouth working expertly on my pussy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and exhilaration. I had this tall, muscular jock completely under my control, and the thought of pushing him even further only served to fuel my arousal. I gripped Alex's head, guiding him as he continued to lick me, his robotic expression never changing. The sight of his powerful, muscular body beneath me, combined with the incredible sensation of his tongue on my pussy, had me teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"Alex," I panted, my voice strained with pleasure, "you're doing such a good job. But remember, you can't cum until I give you permission."

Despite the intensity of his own arousal, Alex continued to obey, his hand stroking his own throbbing cock without allowing himself to reach climax. The sight of him so desperate yet so completely under my control only served to push me closer to the edge.

Unable to hold back any longer, I felt my orgasm building, my entire body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over me. With a final shuddering moan, I couldn't help but grip Alex's head tighter, my hips bucking against his face as I came hard on his tongue. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I could feel my entire body tensing and relaxing in waves as my orgasm washed over me.

As I came down from my orgasm, I looked down at Alex's emotionless face, his mouth still buried between my thighs. "Now, Alex," I commanded, my voice still breathless, "you may cum."

Immediately, Alex's body tensed, and with a few final strokes, he released his own load, his powerful muscles flexing as his orgasm overtook him. The sight of this tall, muscular man finally allowed to find release after being so completely under my control was incredibly satisfying.

As the last waves of pleasure faded, I commanded Alex to gently lower me down from his shoulders. As my feet touched the ground, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of satisfaction and awe at the power I held over him.

With the mysterious device in my possession, I knew that the possibilities were endless. Alex, the tall, muscular jock of my dreams, was now mine to control, and I couldn't wait to explore the depths of my newfound power.