When I finally returned to the land of the living, I woke to the incredible sensation of Candy running the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock. She occasionally would tease the hole with the tip of her tongue and every time she did she would gently squeeze my balls as she cradled them in her hand. It was a few seconds until she realized that I was actually awake and she smiled up at me as she continued to tantalize my rock hard member.
"I love the way you choose to wake a guy up!" I really couldn't think of anything more cunning to say in response to this amazing treatment. Here I was, being woken up like a king or something. I had no real idea if this was just something that she enjoyed doing on her own or if I had somehow 'influenced' her into wanting this. But, I certainly was not going to jeopardize such wonderful surprises with something as pedestrian as the truth!
"Papi, this is how a slave should always wake her Master up!" Candy said, while batting her eyes innocently. The fact that she said it while nuzzling my cock with her cheek kind of betrayed the innocent act though. "I want to always be a good little girl for my Master. So, please let me know anything you want your dirty little slave to do for you baby. I love to serve. Like a good girl should!"
I wasn't sure how to process this. The Candy that I knew, or at least the way I had always perceived her, was definitely sexually confident and seemed to be comfortable in her own sexual identity. But this behavior seemed to reveal that she was actually rather submissive and subservient. Although, she definitely seemed to feel certain as well as seemingly being only too happy about her new role in our relationship. "I am just not used to being treated so well! Thank you." I could feel her swirl of emotions rise up as I gave her praise and thanks, so I decided to also cater to her submissiveness to see how she reacted and added, "You are such a good girl for Daddy."
I couldn't help it, as soon as she heard those words, she had a small climax and I just came powerfully inside her mouth from the sensation flowing back into me. I knew that she would probably have a positive reaction to me acknowledging her subservience, and I figured that the tattoo that she had would probably be a safe reference to use. But, nothing could have prepared me for the overflowing torrent of love, relief, happiness, and unbridled sexual desire that preceded and then followed her orgasm. And also along with her climax I got a rush of invigorating sensation similar to what I had experienced the first time she had orgasmed.
As she happily swallowed the final few spurts of my seed, I began to replay the events of the last evening in my head. I felt pretty certain that what had happened between me and Candy would be repeatable with other women. But it felt as though my interactions with men had been mostly negative. Not that I particularly wished to try and get another guy to orgasm and test out the potential positive side of my powers (I am just not really into guys).
Nevertheless, I couldn't operate in ignorance either if I was to fully embrace my new-found abilities. So, after collecting my shattered thoughts from a truly wonderful wake up call, I turned to Candy and faced my first really defining moment with regards to my powers. Should I tell this wonderful woman that I was really somehow superhuman and had basically used my abilities to influence her mind and spy on her inner-most thoughts to seduce her? Or should I just lie by keeping quiet and letting her continue to be manipulated and taken advantage of?
I think that it is obvious what choice I made here... Of course, I was a naΓ―ve and foolish idiotic dreamer. I told her. She didn't really understand at first. Hell, I barely understood enough to even really explain it to her. But, I didn't feel right about the whole ordeal, and I knew that the guilt would drive me up a wall if I didn't tell her right away.
And, as one would expect, she didn't really take the news well. Once she grasped the fact that I wasn't lying or trying to hide anything from her, she calmed down enough to start asking some questions. "What exactly did you do to me Papi? I don't feel any different, other than every time I touch you it feels amazing. You are telling me that you think you tricked me. But I don't know how."
"I am not really sure how to be sure of what I may have influenced and what you already felt or wished. And I don't really know how to talk about this without possibly insulting you either." I felt like a total ass at this point. How do you ask a woman if she wanted to have a 'Master' or a 'Papi' after she has already declared that you are the one for her, when you have some degree of mind control powers and kind of secretly want to be her 'Papi'?
"Let me make this perfectly clear for you then Papi. What you did to me last night was amazing. I have never come so hard in my life. And I wouldn't have a tramp-stamp on my ass about a 'Daddy' if I didn't want one, you know?" She looked at me square in the eyes at this point and said in no uncertain terms, "SO, you better be able to make this little slave cum that hard every time, or you gonna wake up with no cajones. You comprende Papi?"
I must admit, I was getting mixed signals from this mix of assertiveness and submission. But, the message was almost painfully clear... Especially as she still had my balls in her hand as she threatened my 'cajones'! She went on to explain that she had always had a feisty submissive streak since she had been a little girl. She would purposefully try to make the older boys in her school chase after her and then when they finally 'caught' her, she would challenge them to see if they were worthy of being allowed to 'have' her.
Apparently, very few men ever had passed that test. Surprisingly, a fair number of women had passed that test though. But, by Candy's own admission, she wanted dick. Plain and simple, she was bi-, but she needed a cock on the regular. And, since I apparently had magic hands and a tongue to put a lesbian to shame, I checked all of her boxes. Not to mention that she also seemed to like how my cock fit inside her. It also didn't hurt that I had something of a chivalrous streak in me that she found endearing and kind of hot.
Candy chose to tell me this as well, "When you were standing up to Bruce, it made my panties so fucking wet Papi. Matter of fact, that was right about the time I decided to try out this bad boy." She nuzzled my cock with her cheek and gave my balls a gentle cupping. "So, you can get that idea of tricking me out of your head. I had already made up my mind then that if you rang my bell, I wasn't going to be letting you get away. I wanted you to be my new Master."
I must admit that there was some lingering doubt about how much a person under the influence of mind control could be objective about their own previous mental state, but with her tongue rolling my balls around in her mouth, I was in no state to debate such ethical quandaries. I could feel her constant state of arousal at the idea that not only was I good in bed, but I was literally superhuman in bed! Maybe I didn't have a 12 inch cock. But, I sure as hell had a magic one!
So, after a little more small talk and reassurance that I had not actually brainwashed her, Candy proceeded to ask about what happened with my previous uses of my power. I described the encounter with Bruce and my first encounter with her. Obviously she knew something interesting had happened at the time, but she just had attributed it to some kind of fluke or her own hyper-active libido that she felt unusually good when she had pinched my ears. Either way, we eventually got to the point were I started to discuss what had happened with Jake.
Since I now knew that it was actually me that had done something rather than the reverse, I was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea. The realization that I might have caused Jake to take his own life hit me hard. Candy immediately picked up on my sudden change in demeanor and gripped my dick like a vice. She leveled a glare at me and said, "Papi, you stop that thinking right this second. I don't believe for one second that you wanted that man to kill his self. You are a good man in your heart. You don't try to hurt anyone and you are no one's door mat. I knew Jake, and he was a troubled boy from the time he was an apprentice till the time he died. Don't be putting no weight on you shoulders on his account."
"Yeah, but... I pushed a lot of anger and hate at him..."
"No. You stood up to him and he didn't have to be a bully. He may have been pushed by you in his mind, but he chose to take that jump off the steel. You didn't make him do that. Do you know if you even can make someone do something like that!" Candy's arguments seemed reasonable. And I will never really know one way or the other anyway.
Either way, Candy took that moment to ask me more about my past. Specifically before my powers. I think that she was hoping to be able to talk about something more pleasant. Sadly, that was not what came to mind first. I started to tell her about the abusive pieces of trash that birthed me and how they would find new ways to beat and torment me. She listened stoically and let me get the pain out, all the while idly stroking my semi-hard cock.
When I finished talking, she seemed to realize that I was not hard anymore and she smiled and said playfully, "We can't have this Papi! No man should ever get soft while his cum slave is attending to him! I am ashamed Master." She said it with just enough of a straight face that I kind of giggled and then we both let loose with gales of laughter.
I commented, "I must admit, that was the saddest hand job I have ever had!"