Something Extra In The Bottle Ch 05

Author's note: This chapter ended up being a bit longer than the others, despite my best efforts. Content warnings: this chapter is chock full of bisexual/pansexual scenes and there is some very ambiguously described "water sports". If thats not your thing, feel free to keep scrolling. Thanks to everyone who has been enjoying these!

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"You're my toy now," Destiny's soft voice penetrated my sleep as she whispered in my ear. Before I was fully awake, the partition in my mind was opened and I had become a mere thing for Destiny's use. My tongue unfurled and my muscles went completely limp as I embodied my identity as a toy. I opened my eyes but simply looked ahead into nothing. My slowly waking thoughts circled the usual identity drain and disappeared.

Somewhere in my mind, I was aware of where I was --the living room floor. Earlier, I had been compelled to kneel there and lick Destiny's beautiful asshole until she fell asleep for an afternoon nap on the couch. After that was accomplished, I too had fallen asleep in the floor beside her, blissfully recounting our adventures at the lab until those memories faded into dreams.

"Good toy," she praised, as she straddled my face and lowered her pussy onto my tongue. She was already completely nude after we arrived at home and I had automatically undressed as well since Slut doesn't wear clothes at home.

"Oh fuck," she whined as she began pleasuring herself using me. "I'm so glad you belong to me now."

"Just look at these!" She enthused as she put her hands on my chest. Through my haze, I felt her squeeze my growing tits and there was much less resistance to her grip than I expected. They were actually soft and fleshy and despite my mind's swirling thought drain, I was turned on by her touch. I was vaguely aware of the pain of my dick pressing against it's cage but my draining thoughts didn't allow me to dwell on the discomfort. She continued rocking her hips, rubbing my tongue across her clit and all the way to her asshole and back.

"God! Your body is going to be so hot! And it's fucking mine!" She moaned and then fell forward onto my body as her hips bucked with an orgasm on my tongue. Eventually her gyrating slowed to a stop. My spiraling thoughts briefly acknowledged the warmth of her body and the softness of her bare tits againsf me before they drained into nothing again. After she caught her breath, she sat next to me in the floor. I continued looking up at nothing.

"All of this..mine," she mused more quietly and ran her fingers over my tits again and down my body until she got to my caged dick. She put her hands all over my cage and massaged my exposed balls. I could feel an echo of the pain of my dick pressing furiously against it's restraint.

"I know you think you're lucky. You wouldn't have agreed to all this if you didn't. But I'm lucky too. I get this tongue.." she said and bent over and took my limp tongue into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment like she was giving my tongue a blowjob. "..and these tits, your ass, and even your cute little dicklet. But better than any of that..I get your mind."

"Be my Slut again," she said softly as she stared into my blank eyes. As my identity as Slut flooded back into my mind, she kissed me deeply. I regained control of my body, caressed her cheek, and continued the kiss she started. As our mouths separated once again, she sat back up and pulled my pill bottle from the nearby table.

"Time to re-up, my lovely Slut," she said in a kind of quiet excitement as she retrieved a pill from the container. She looked at me expectantly and I instinctively opened my mouth. She promptly popped the pill into my mouth. I swallowed it and sucked gently on her outstretched finger from where she had dropped the pill, looking into her eyes.

"Very good," she said with something like pride. My heart fluttered with her praise and she laid her head on my shoulder.

We laid there for a few moments, quietly enjoying each other's presence. I rubbed her back, something I somehow knew would make her feel good, and she lightly played with my chest. A question entered my brain. Something from early this morning when she put my cage back on. She had known a little too well exactly how the pieces fit together.

"So who wore a chastity cage for you?" The question was blurted out as soon as it took shape in my mind. She smiled warmly.

"A girlfriend I had when I was 18," she said. "She was trans, not unlike you. She didn't come out until after we had decided to just be friends. At the time, she was expressing herself by being submissive to me. She wanted me to keep her in chastity while I fucked guys and even while I let them fuck her."

"What happened?"

"Oh, we're still friends. It's just that now that she knows who she is, she doesn't need me like that. I was her outlet for figuring herself out. But she did more for me than she realized. I learned from being with her that I didn't want to be monogamous and that I liked having sexual power."

"You didn't always know that?" I asked. I found it hard to imagine a world where she didn't have people like me in the palm her hand using her sexuality.

"You do remember I was a child genius right?" She said and laughed. "When I was in my first year of college, I was still a minor. When I was getting to the age where most teens were having sex, I was studying science with adults."

"So how does Shawn fit into this then?"

"Oh, Shawn used to live in my neighborhood. We've been friends since we were kids. For the longest time he was basically the classic gay best friend. It wasn't until some drunken night when he finally caught up to me in college that he revealed he wasn't just gay. He liked women too and everything else in between."

"So that's when you started fucking?" I asked, still confused about how this relationship worked.

"I don't remember how exactly it happened, but somehow I learned that he has a big dick. I was horny and curious and I thought he might have a little crush on me. So I asked if he wanted to fuck as friends."

"As friends??" I asked. I was still not buying this.

"Yeah, we get each other off and then we just do regular bestie stuff like shopping, drinks, dancing, spa days..you know?"

"Slut doesn't understand. But that's okay," I said smiling and shaking my head. She smiled back and an awkward silence fell over us as we both tried to think of what to say next.

"Well, do you want to see it in action? The night is still young. I could invite him over," she said and gave me that sly smile that said she already knew my answer. I was stunned. The imagery of my wildest fantasies about her getting railed like a pornstar flashed through my mind.

"Watch him fuck you?" Was all I could get my mouth to say.

"Yeah, among other things. How does that sound?"

"That sounds amazing," the unfiltered truth spilled from me.

"Good. So, why don't you pick out some clothes you'd like him to rip off of me while I give him a call," she said and got up from the floor. I sat up and watched her wander down the hall as her phone dialed Shawn's number. I filtered through her closet, looking through her clothes like I was shopping. She had plenty of short dresses, short shorts, crop tops and any number of other revealing outfits. I found a red plaid crop top with buttons that snapped together in the middle. That seemed like a good top to literally be ripped off. Next, I found a simple white pleated short skirt.

"Kind of a school-girl look, isn't it?" Destiny said from behind me, making me jump. She giggled at me. "But if that's what you want to see me in, that's fine, Slut. Whatever teases you best."

"Will your Slut be wearing anything?" I asked as I put the clothes down beside her on the bed.

"Hmmm, why don't we let Shawn decide when he gets here?" She said as she slipped into the skirt and buttoned the top around her tits, nearly busting out of it already. "After all, you will be shared property tonight."

I frowned in confusion until I remembered what she had said before about testing her ability to transfer the drug's effects to someone else. I wanted to protest but somewhere in my mind, I knew that it was part of my identity, my programming, to obey whoever she told me to. She had said so and thus it was true.

"Okay," I said, somewhat defeated by the inevitability of being "shared".

"Don't be so down. Would worshipping my pussy while we wait make you feel better?"

"Yes," my voice answered before I could think about it.

"Here, focus on my pussy and it'll all be fine, Slut," She said and hiked her skirt up to give me access. I kneeled on the floor in front of the bed and started my familiar worship practice. It was interestingly comforting as a ritual. I thought about how normal it had become for my tongue to slip between Destiny's perfect pussy lips any number of times a day, whenever she wanted it. I thought about how much I also enjoyed it. I then thought about how my enjoyment was irrelevant because I would do anything for her regardless. It was who I was. That's how my acceptance of being shared first manifested. I focused on that thought until my discomfort vanished. I was Destiny's Slut and so I would be shared if she so desired it. She laid back on the bed and scrolled idly on her phone, ignoring my licking, sucking, and overall immersion into the worship of her divine pussy. Time once again became meaningless as my mind became totally devoted to my task.

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"He's here," Destiny said as she pushed my face out from between her legs and stood up. I followed her out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the front door.

"On your knees here," she ordered and pointed to the floor beside her. I obeyed as she opened the door.

"Hey Shawn!" She practically squealed. He came through the door wearing a see-through tank top that revealed his tight, toned abs. Destiny brushed a hand over his torso and kissed his cheek.

"Hey D! And..Ty right?"

"It's, Slut," Destiny corrected the random name he had spoken. He smiled devilishly at me as he closed the door behind him.

"I see. So are they always naked or..?" He said smirking as his eyes probed my body.

"At home usually, yes," she explained. "Tonight, I thought you could dress them, if you wanted."

Shawn chuckled. "Yeah we could do that. So, at the bar, you mentioned 'sharing services' or something. How does that work? You know I don't get all the science stuff. I know you explained the drug to me a little before but maybe you could tell me again?"

"Yeah. So, the drug has a few properties. One of the most entertaining properties is something like a 'truth serum' effect," she said. "Slut, what do you think of Shawn's outfit?"

"It's sexy. It..makes me want to touch his body," I failed not to say. Shawn raised his eyebrows in surprise and laughed. My face went red.

"Another obvious one I demonstrated at the club is their inability to refuse commands." Destiny continued. "It's like hypnosis. They're..deeply attracted to me," she said and looked almost lovingly at me. "On some subconscious level, they want to do anything I desire. From what I've observed, the drug turns that subconscious 'want' into a conscious 'need'. An evolution of this effect is that they're beginning to anticipate my desires and do things for me automatically with less and less instruction. It's a very interesting development!"

Shawn nodded and pursed his lips giving her a rather blank look. I could tell some of this was going over his head. In her excitement, Destiny was speaking more scientifically than he could follow.

"The last property has another similarity to hypnosis. I've been able to affect their sense of self. Except unlike hypnosis, this seems to be occurring on a more permanent basis. Between the ability to anticipate my desires and this, my theory is that I'm actually rewiring their brain on a psychological level. Their identity, as they perceive it is that of my Slut. They belong to me and their primary drive is pleasing me. That's all they know anymore."

"Isn't that kind of..bad for them, longterm?" Shawn said, scratching his head.

Destiny frowned and looked down for a moment.

"I've given them opportunities to change course. They ultimately decided this is what they wanted," she said and shrugged. She still seemed to be feeling guilt. I decided I would have to assuage that lingering guilt myself at some point after this encounter. I was living my wildest dream and she was responsible for it. There was no reason for her to feel bad about that.

"So they're cool with, like, being your bitch?" Shawn asked.

"They're my Slut but yes," she corrected him, regaining her confidence. "So do you want to play with them?"

"Hell yeah!" He exclaimed.

"Okay, so Slut, you'll now do anything Shawn tells you as if you're doing it for me..because you are." She said, smiling down at me. The words "for me" echoed in my head. I looked Shawn up and down, the beginning of a V shape above his groin taunting me. Even without mind control, I wanted him. But under his control, he would dictate the terms on which I got to have him.

"Okay..Slut.., so first why don't you greet me properly and kiss my dick through my pants? I bet you can find it," Shawn said confidently. He towered over me as I crawled to him without thinking. He was right. His size and his tight black jeans left little to the imagination and I knew exactly where to plant my lips. I kissed the fabric and looked up at him expectantly. He smiled down at me.

"Now, unzip my pants but don't unbutton them. Find my cock and get it out," he said. My hands unzipped him and made their way past his underwear to his cock. It was thick and firm in my grasp even while soft. I looked intently at it as it swung out of his pants. It had to be at least seven inches while soft and had only an inch between its girth and the zipper. I was mesmerized as it hung limp between his legs.

"You like that?" Shawn asked.

"Yes," I said automatically.

"Then lick it," he commanded. I immediately obeyed, grazing the entirety of my tongue across the soft head of his cock and working my way down to the point where his shaft disappeared into his jeans. The taste was somewhat salty and I enjoyed the light but intoxicating musk it radiated. I wanted it in my mouth and all over my face and anywhere else I could get it. For now, I was only able to brush my tongue across its surface. Little by little as I worshiped, it grew until it was rock solid, filling the hole the undone zipper created. It grew longer than the length of my head as I licked it from underneath, letting it lay flat against my face as I worked my way up. Fully hard, it had grown at least three more inches overall.

"I can see why you like this, D," Shawn said and pulled Destiny into a kiss, ignoring my worship. As their lips separated, Destiny looked down at me and smiled in amusement.

"Suck his cock," she ordered in a playful voice as if staving off a fit of laughter. Before she had hardly finished her sentence, his cock was in my mouth. It just barely fit and I started to gag as it dipped into my throat. Destiny and Shawn ignored my coughing fit as they continued kissing and Shawn predictably pulled her crop top open down the middle. The buttons easily gave way to his force and her tits bounced out as they were released. He grasped her chest as he continued kissing her. Even as I focused on sucking his cock, I still thought about how it was strange that people who were just friends could be so intimate. Then again, Destiny and I's relationship was anything but conventional.

With one hand, Shawn groped Destiny's body as the two continued making out. With the other, he pushed the back of my head, forcing his cock further down my throat. This time, my coughing fit caught Destiny's attention. She looked down at me with a villainous smile.

"Sluts don't have a gag reflex," she said matter-of-factly. As the words registered in my mind, it became true. Suddenly I wasn't coughing anymore and Shawn's cock was easily sliding further and further down my throat until almost the entire thing disappeared past my lips. Nearly all ten inches of him was in my mouth and down my throat. With his first thrust into my throat, his cock throbbed as my throat muscles massaged it.

"Fuck! How did you do that?" He said, practically moaning every word. Destiny smiled at him confidently.

"Gag reflexes have a large psychological component and I own their mind. You might notice their throat muscles are still..responding. But without the mind to reinforce the reflex, it loses much of its intensity," she explained in her clinically scientific way while Shawn's cock continued to twitch and pulsate in my throat.

"God, that feels good!" he moaned again as he exited my mouth and more forcefully plunged back in, slowly picking up the pace. With his hand firmly gripping the back of my head, there was nothing I could do but swallow him as he continued to fill my mouth and throat over and over. Giving me a few final fast and intense thrusts as far down my throat as he could, he finally let go of my skull, grinning down at me. My own dick strained in its cage.

"Yeah I'll definitely be revisiting that later. Wouldn't want to cum before I've had you, Destiny," he said.

"No you wouldn't," she replied almost threateningly.

Having not been given any other directions, I automatically went straight back to putting the cock in front of my face into my mouth and sucking on it like it was candy. I looked up at the two of them for approval as I took him deep again. Destiny giggled at me.

"They won't stop unless you or I tell them to," she said smiling at Shawn. He joined her laughter, letting me suck it gently for a minute while they watched.

"You can stop now. Just sit there and watch us," he said. I sat back, still on my knees, and looked up at them as they undressed each other. Both of their tops dropped to the floor and Destiny finished what I had started, taking off his pants the rest of the way off. After he slipped off his silky boxers, he wadded them up, turned to me, and stuffed them in my mouth. His intoxicating musk filled my nose and my dick strained once more at the delicious humiliation. He grinned at his handiwork for a moment before turning back to Destiny. As he faced back away from me, I noticed how nice and meaty his ass was. As if she was reading my mind, Destiny reached behind him and squeezed one of his asscheeks. He returned the favor, reaching down underneath her skirt to take a handful of her ass in his grip. He started to pull the skirt down before she stopped him.

"Let's leave that on," Destiny said. "Slut picked it out. I want them to see me get fucked with it on."

Shawn nodded and led her by the hand to the couch. He pushed her onto the couch where he joined her laying on top of her, kissing her, and feeling her body all over. I envied his hands as I watched them touch places on her that I never hoped to feel. After a while, Destiny reached between her legs underneath Shawn. When she pulled a finger out, it was practically dripping. She held her finger out and he sucked it clean. That was apparently a signal they both understood.

Shawn got up and readjusted himself while Destiny turned over onto her knees in front of him. She looked back over her shoulder at him, begging him with her eyes to pleasure her. Shawn obliged, hiking up her skirt and pushing his massive member into her pussy. She let out a moan and rolled her eyes back like her soul had just left her body as he slowly but firmly began to fuck her. He gripped her waist and pulled her body back to him as if she was a mere object he was using to get himself off but his thrusts seemed to be carefully measured and methodical. Pleasuring her was his art and he was skilled at it.