Stoned 3

Content Warning: Drug Use, Mind Control and Trans characters

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Ali had carefully laid out each item on her bed, assessing their merits in order to gain the perfect balance of cute and slutty. She had shaved her whole body from the eyebrows down. She had then carefully tucked away her cock, slipping it into her favourite pair of underwear, the black lace resting against her hips. The matching bra was still a little big for her, but she put it on and with a little padding it looked great. Ali stroked the leather skirt she had laid out. She loved the feeling of her fingers against the material. It had been a gift from her ex-girlfriend when she had first come out. That was a long time ago now, but the skirt always made her feel sexy, powerful and in control. In retrospect, she appreciated the gesture.

The completed outfit was something to behold. The skirt hugged around her making her waist look tiny. She was glad she had tucked quite so tightly. She was standing an inch taller on a pair of leather boots with just enough of a heel. This had been matched with an old t-shirt, with some band she had never heard of. But it showed off a little of her bra and chest. It made it look like she wasn't trying too hard. Why was she trying so hard? All of this over a guy. She felt like a teenager again. It was silly, she had only seen him for about twenty seconds and in that time she had said nothing to him. He had smiled at her though and his smile was cute. She had been with her friend Mark, she had never bought weed before. She watched fascinated at the quick change of hands, the few muttered words and the swift exit.

But, he was the thing that remained in her mind. He was so tall, he had those big arms and he has smiled at her. She couldn't remember anyone looking at her like that before. She felt desirable.

She was walking to the block of high-rise apartments that he lived in. With each clack of her high heel on the pavement she felt a thrill roll through her body. It wasn't just the £50 she had in her pocket, ready to exchange. She could feel a desire within her, something that had laid dormant with in her for a long time. There was a shame with it. A relic of a past she had left far away. That was little though, compared to the allure of disobedience. She wanted to be desired. She wanted this man to touch her, to hold her, to fuck her. Ali attempted to restore her breathing to a normal pace and waited for the excitement in her crotch to cool a little before she rang the doorbell of his apartment.

In the mirrored elevator she could see her own face blushing. By the time she knocked at his door she hoped she had calmed down enough that she would be able to speak to him without dissolving. When he opened the door, he looked around and surprised to see no-one else he beckoned her inside. He was just as gorgeous as she had remembered. His hair was a little shaggy and his face was a little rough, but, his body moved like some kind of ancient beast. He had a confidence that penetrated through Ali and left her helpless. She was following behind him now as they went through to his sitting room. She found she had to skitter a little to keep up with him, even though his body seemed to move with such ease.

They emerged into a wide open room with glass windows that looked out on the city sprouting up all around them. He gestured her towards a large circular sofa which sat opposite an enormous TV. She sat down, feeling a little dwarfed in the largeness of the room. Ali looked around for the man but he had already slipped away to some other unseen room.

She was starting to get a little concerned. This wasn't what had happened when she had come with Mark before. It had been simple then, Mark had given this man the money and this man had given them the weed. She didn't want to seem like she didn't know what she was doing. Ali wanted desperately not to embarrass herself in front of this man. She just didn't know what she was supposed to do sitting in his room like this.

When he returned he carried a large bag with him.

"So, how much do you want?" He asked. His voice was a little husky and so quiet she found herself leaning in a little.

"50"

"Sure thing. Are you okay there? You seem a little nervous."

Ali wasn't sure how to answer she could feel herself squirming into the seat.

"Here try some of this." He rifled through his bag for a second before he brought out a little pre-rolled joint.

Ali wasn't sure what to do. She would usually smoke sitting alone in her room, on the rare occasions when Mark would give her anything. She didn't want to look like she didn't know what she was doing in front of him. He was very cute, it was something about his jawline. There was something exciting about sitting in a stranger's room like this, something forbidden, something dangerous. Something about the way he looked at her made her feel at ease. So she went to take it.

As she crossed the room, he took the joint away and asked "So what's your name cutie?"

Ali's told him her name with an enormous blush, she couldn't remember the last time someone had called her cute. She felt that electric thrill go through her body again. By the time it occurred to her that she should ask for his name she already felt too embarrassed.

She smoked the joint slowly. She tried to pass it back to him a few times but he simply waved his hand. As she smoked he would ask her questions about herself. She was shy at first, but his easy confidence mixed with the narcotic effects of the weed soon put her at ease. She could feel herself becoming more relaxed, her body started to fall back into the sofa. He was asking her questions about her life, nothing too complex, nothing too stressful. Although, a few times she noticed that he would press her on a certain point, asking for more details. He would keep asking questions eager for more information. Ali would have found it intense, but whatever was in that joint was potent and she was finding it hard to get particularly worked up about anything. She noticed that she was a lot more than comfortable than usual talking about her things like her body and sex. For some reason he seemed very interested in those things.

If anything he looked cuter than before now, sexier. There was an intensity in his eyes as he listened. She found herself drawn to it. She wasn't looking away embarrassed anymore. She didn't seem to mind looking into his eyes at all. She could feel the weight of her body against the sofa. She could feel herself collapsing backwards into it, letting what little was left of the joint smoulder away in her hand. She noticed that she had uncrossed her legs, she was worried that she might be showing a bit too much leg, or that she might get excited. But, she just didn't have the energy to worry about it right now. She made a decision that she would deal with it when she was a little less stoned. .She didn't even mind when she felt her cock start to twitch when he made his way over to her, his body moving like some great wave.

She felt his arm go around her. As his skin made contact with her she could feel a powerful desire that made her breathe in sharply. But soon her mind started to cloud over and she could no longer notice her own breathing.

"Do you want to watch something cutie?" He asked her. His voice was just a whisper and it sent an excited shiver down her spine.

She mumbled some kind of an assent. It all felt like a bit too much effort right now.

He had the remote in one hand, with the other he was gently playing with her earlobe. Rolling it around in his forefinger and thumb. Before she had realized what she was doing Ali could hear low moans emanating from her body. She was vaguely aware that the excitement in her crotch was now threatening to escape its bounds, although she felt no need to act upon it. At this moment she felt supremely relaxed.

The television was playing some kind of romantic movie. There were a lot of people kissing in it. There were some kind of subtitles going flickering on-screen. She couldn't quite seem to keep up with them. She found she wasn't able to concentrate on the screen for long at all. While the screen played on, she could vaguely hear him whispering things in his ear. She couldn't seem to make out what he was saying with any kind of clarity. Instead her attention seemed to be fading, being replaced with some kind of blissful feeling. She Felt his hand making its way up her thigh, gently stroking the leather of her skirt. She tried turning her face towards his. She so desperately wanted to kiss him now. She knew that she wanted him and that he wanted her. So why would he not take her? Why did he insist on teasing her like this?

He turned her face back so that she was again staring at the television, saying something that she couldn't quite make out but she was sure it made her feel good. She had obviously not kept up with what was happening, because now the people on screen were fucking. There were lots of them. She could see that they were women like her. They all had beautiful cocks. Their faces filled with pleasure as they were fucked. She could see their cocks dripping and she could feel herself salivate in response. The word on screen were harder to read than ever. She allowed her eyes to just let them flicker past, enjoying the excitement in her crotch as her cock started to harden. It was the same feeling she had had on the way here, the pleasure of disobedience.

She felt his hand start to massage at her chest. His fingers pulled at her nipples eliciting small moans form her . She was unable to look away from the television for some reason, so she couldn't see what he was doing, but she could feel every sensation as his hands worked their way across her chest. She didn't want to look away. Even though she wasn't sure what was happening on screen, she found herself entirely engrossed, unable to properly pay attention to anything else.

She could hear him whispering in her ear still. At this point she was making no effort to hear the words that he was saying. Instead, all she could do was look ahead and focus on the television. Even his hands working their way down to her leather skirt and pulling it up did not distract her. She was starting to notice certain patterns in the film. It kept calling her a 'good girl' and every time it did she could feel her body radiating with the pleasure of it. As his hands started to tentatively work their way around Ali's cock, she could hear him whispering the phrase in her ear. He was telling her what 'good girls' do.

She found herself agreeing with everything he was saying. 'Good girls' do do what they are told. 'Good girls' don't cum without permission. 'Good girls' do like to follow orders. As he said it she could feel the words becoming true. She could feel herself obeying the orders and she could feel how good it felt to obey. He couldn't be wrong.

He kept playing with her. His hands sliding up and down her cock. She moaned as he took a finger and rolled it around the head of her cock. She could feel how wet she was and the sensation sent shivers down her spine. His hands were expertly playing with her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to cumming but every time she got close she could feel him back away, teasing her again. She could feel that he was keeping her on the edge. She had never felt this way before. Everything was feeling good now. His hands on her cock feel amazing, her nipples were still tingling, even the words he was whispering into her ear were feeling good. She could feel herself on the edge of cumming, desperate to orgasm, but she knew that she couldn't cum until she had permission. Her entire body wanted to shake and buck with the anticipation but she found herself entirely unable to move.

It was then that he let go of her. A low pathetic moan escaped out of her. She still felt like she was on the edge of cumming, her body desperate to be touched again. She tried to reach out and play with her cock. She tried to give herself the pleasure she so desperately needed. However, she found she couldn't move at all. For some reason this didn't bother her, despite her desperation she still felt perfectly contented. Her body was screaming at her, desperate to be touched, desperate to cum, but her mind was entirely content.

He took her skirt and pulled it back down, she could see the outline of her engorged cock in the leather. He then walked back and sat across the room from her.

"Wake up." He told her.

Ali looked up to see him filling up a small bag with weed. She could see the outline of her cock in her skirt and quickly crossed her legs hoping that he wouldn't notice. She could feel how excited she was. The illicit thrill had really gotten to her.

He placed the bag on the table and told her "here, take this, don't worry about paying me, not this time. Do you want to come back this time next week?"

"Yes please" She answered before she had really thought about it. It was automatic, but she was excited to see him again, just sitting in front of him now, she felt calm.

It took Ali 45 minutes to roll her first joint. It had been a combination of unhelpful internet articles and trial and error. Eventually, she had something which she could smoke with relative ease. She was still thinking about the man. She was thinking about the way he moved, the way he talked to her. She was certain she could still hear his voice in her head. It was as she was thinking this that she realised quite how horny she was. Now, hidden away in her room, stoned and hearing his voice echoing around in her head she took out her favourite vibrator. She remembered buying it, back when she had just turned 18. She had been so embarrassed, in a seedy sex shop deep in the west end. She still remembered running her hands over the different clothes in the shop. She had never seen anything like them before. They looked so beautiful. She wasn't brave enough to buy them that day, but she had bought the vibrator and used it that night thinking about wearing each one of those outfits. She took it out now and started playing with her cock. She could feel herself getting wetter and more excited. She was still thinking about him, she was already thinking about going to see him next week.

It was half an hour later and she was still using the vibrator. It had never taken this long before, especially when she was so horny. The vibrator was starting to die now and she still hadn't been able to make herself cum. She was close to crying she was so desperate. She was now lying back, naked on her bed, covered in sweat, desperately rubbing the vibrator against the top of her cock. It was getting sensitive now and every vibration was driving her wild. She finally gave up after the vibrator had died and hips had become too tired to grind against her hand. She was still so horny. Ali lay back on the bed, her cock was sore and her body was tired. She decided if there was no way to make herself cum then she might as well just smoke another joint and start thinking about what she would wear when she went back to his apartment next week.