Youre Fixated

There she was. Ass in the air. Breasts hanging beneath her. Warm arms resting atop your thighs.

And

your cock in her mouth.

She didn't move it. Didn't suck or bob her head. Didn't even work it with tongue. She simply sat there, staring up at you, her wide, intelligent blue eyes gleaming as they locked with yours, her face slightly deformed around the shaft of your penis, her plump pink lips encircling it just beneath your helmet, holding it in place like a key in a lock.

It was an incredibly dominant position to be in, staring down at her like this, you realised as you watched her. At any moment you could pump her silly, plunge your dick so far down her throat it would choke her, grab her hair and force her to take you all, fuck yourself with her face like a real life masturbator... And yet you didn't.

You didn't move.

You

couldn't

move.

Indeed, as you stared at her, and these thoughts moved through your brain, each one sending a tiny thrill down your spine and into your meat, where it twitched slightly between her lips, you realised you were helpless to do

anything to her.

She stared at you. She didn't speak. Didn't move. Didn't even raise her eyebrows. And yet, somehow, as you investigated those huge blue orbs, you

knew -

knew without any shadow of a doubt - that

she

knew. She knew what was going on in your head, knew what you were thinking, knew what you were dreaming of doing to her.

As you stared at her, you began to wonder what

she

was wondering. You imagined her, mouth full, exposed, the beta in this coupling by any stretch of the imagination, her mouth pinioned around you as if daring you to face-fuck her till she passed out, picturing just that. She's probably hoping I grab her by the hair and go to town, you think to yourself; probably begging for me to start this show so that she can get to work, get some motion going. She's probably imagining me thinking of forcing that sexy little face to take me until I'm moments away from cumming, then spinning her over by her hair, tossing her body across the bed, forcing her legs apart and burying myself inside her, rough-housing her, using her like fuck-meat for my cock, stuffing her full, pumping her hard and cumming deep inside her, practically forcing my sperm into her uterus like the cumdump she is.

It's hot, you realise -

incredibly

hot, to know that she's thinking of that. To know that

you're

thinking of it. That she knows what you want to do to her.

You

could

do it. You could force her face into the mattress 'till it suffocates her and fill whichever hole you like, bend her back until it nearly breaks, use her cunt like a wet little cumsock to be jizzed in and discarded, leaving her dripping and spent, a fuck toy, used and unneeded, full of your sperm.

But you don't. You

can't.

Because she's got your cock in her mouth. And...

And what? What IS stopping you from fucking this beautiful girl, with her big blue eyes, her flowing black hair, her perky, flawless, ballooning breasts and her shapely, curving, alluring body?

Well, of course, because she's got your cock in her mouth, you realise.

But... That shouldn't stop you, should it? That shouldn't stop you any more than if she were lying beneath you, spread, eyes pleading you, her open hole a mere inch from your throbbing length, practically pleading you to penetrate her...

But it does.

You look again. See those eyes. They're still fixated on you. Focussed wholly on yours. They're full, rich, a deep, crystalline blue, like a bright winter's sky tinged with the lightest of clouds. They seem so intent, so full of intelligence. They know, you think to yourself almost unbidden -

they know

. They know what I'm thinking. Know what I want. They can see into my mind and read it like a page.

Something flashes in those eyes. Something... Affirmative? Something telling you that you're correct? Or something altogether more physical, a knowing not of your thoughts, but of your body's needs? After all, she

does

have your cock in her mouth.

You consider it. All you have to do is push upwards. Push, and she will be forced to either take you into her mouth or retreat, perhaps grab you with her hand, giving her the option of stroking you instead. You'd like that, you know - a warm, dedicated hand job from her while that soft, beautiful face floats just above it, those big blue eyes staring into yours as she makes herself a target for your cum, almost as if she's teasing you, daring you to ejaculate all over her, force her to close those eyes or get them full of hot spunk.

Yes, you realise, you would only have to thrust once to force her hand.

And yet you don't.

You can't.

You know you're helpless.

Her eyes seem to speak directly to you, even though she cannot have voiced the words, on account of the cock still firmly placed between her soft lips.

You know you can't act on those thoughts. You can't move. Can't push deeper. Can't force my head down. Can't make me spread for you. Can't throw me on your bed and fuck me. Your cock is in my mouth. You are utterly helpless.

You want to argue. You know you can do it! All it needs is one upward thrust... One quick pump... One tiny motion to make her move... And yet she's right.

You

can't

move. You can't do anything.

She has your cock in her mouth.

That's right.

Those eyes speak to you again.

Now that you've remembered how helpless you are, let's move on.

Excellent, you think - time for her to start sucking and you to start cumming.

Oh, one of those things is going to happen,

those blue orbs whisper,

but only when I say so.

You frown. She can't even speak on account of--

Your cock is in my mouth. You are immobilised. Frozen. Unable to act. You are aware that this is the correct behaviour. You know that you must not move when your cock is in my mouth.

Sure, I suppose, you think - only as long as she doesn't start to suck it. Then you're going to--

You are helpless. Utterly at my mercy. My mouth owns your cock. My eyes own

you.

It obeys me - you obey them.

Weird, but whatever. You try to ignore the twitches that emanate from your manhood as she speaks--or, rather, doesn't speak.

You will acknowledge your obedience, and then you will cum.

Simple enough order, apart from the 'acknowledge obedience' bit. You weren't going to--

You are my toy.

The words sent a horribly pleasurable tingle down your spine.

You are my plaything.

Despite yourself, you felt your penis pulsate gently. Surely this wasn't stimulating you? You couldn't imagine ejaculating to something like this - to

imagining

these words!

You are my slave.

Your abdomen twitched. You felt yourself shift slightly in her mouth, her lips as soft and warm as ever, yet oh so wonderfully present. Even that tiny motion was so stimulating.

Repeat, then cum.

There was no way you were going to--

You are my toy.

You... You were... You are... There was something much more powerful about the words this time. Something that made your skin prickle, your brain fog over, and your cock shift in her mouth. Perhaps you could just--

You are my plaything.

Jesus. The thrill that time almost made your balls clench then and there.

Why

couldn't she

move?!

Even a tiny lick would probably send you--

­

You are my slave.

The shiver that passed through you then could easily have vibrated the orgasm out of you, had you not been so tightly and yet so gently held by those soft lips, acting as a shock barrier between you and any form of stimulation.

You looked again. Those huge blue eyes pierced your own, seeing straight through to your innermost thoughts. She knows, you think - she knows it all. She can read me. Hear my thoughts. Control my body. She can--

Repeat, then cum for me. You are my toy.

I am your... Toy... you start to think.

Woah

. Nearly catching yourself intoning them without thinking, you seemed to have caught yourself in the instant before a powerful rush of endorphins and adrenaline surged through you. As it was, it left you hot, shaking and incredibly on edge. Were those words really so powerful?

You are my plaything.

I... I am your plaything, you think. Another rush, this time stronger, but more stunted. You wonder what it would feel like if you repeated the words as asked, immediately, without hesitation. You'd probably squirt straight up her throat and out her nose.

You are my slave.

I am your slave.

A huge, heady rush filled you, coating you in wonderfully warm prickles for a long, long moment. All of a sudden, you don't care about what saying her words means for you, what her orders intimate. You've never felt so good--so horny, so

on edge

--in your life.

Those massive blue crystals stare. Neither of you move. You can see your length disappearing into her face, her upper lip sandwiching it to her lower. She could have modelled for a blow-up doll with a mouth like that. It was so incredibly fucking hot--

You are my toy.

I am your toy.

This time, you think it without hesitation.

You are my plaything.

I am your plaything.

Not realising it, your mouth has begun to move, forming the words without speaking. Those huge blue eyes bore into your own.

You are my slave.

I am your slave

, you breathe.

And as you say the words, you feel it. A throb. A gentle pulse, starting deep inside your body, slowly strengthening and moving upwards, swirling towards your balls, licking through them before spiralling, spinning like an upside-down whirlpool towards the underside of your cock, growing stronger as it pulls upwards, sucking your energy, your mind, your

cum

from you.

Cum for me.

You explode. Without moving a muscle, she has sat beneath you, every bit the submissive one in the interaction, her head between your legs, you in her mouth, at the whim of your desires, and yet she

dominates

you,

owning

you,

controlling

you through your cock, commanding you without words, ordering you to obey her completely. You shake as your manhood stiffens, stimulating as you finally feel movement from where your hot skin meets her lips.

Then, you're cumming. Ejaculating. Spurting warm semen from your tip, you feel it hit the roof of her mouth, feel her tongue come up to cup it in place. Her lips slip along your skin, not taking you further in, but enough to encourage more of your load forth, teasing it, working it, daring your manhood to give her all it could.

And it did.

You

did. You gave her everything. Your cum, your cock -

your mind.

You gave her it all. Just like you had done so many times before. Just like you did that first night, as she laid you back, gently raising the lights and guiding you to look, to meet her gaze, to focus on her eyes and not look away.

Just as you had done hundreds of times after, you had stared in single-minded fixation as she told you what you were. What you are. What you are to

her.

You are her toy. Her pet. H

er plaything. Her servant. Her

slave.

You know it now, as you cum in her mouth, shaking in wonderous, whole-bodied, mind-melting bliss, barely aware that she was working it out of you now, stroking you with one hand as she licked and sucked around your helmet, drinking it, milking it from you with the loving attention of a well-practised star, all while her free hand danced between her legs, pleasuring herself with her power over you, her dominance, her control. You know you're her man-toy, hers to use whenever and however she wishes. Your cock is hers.

You

are hers.

All she needs to do to have you--to control you, to dominate you, to hypnotise you completely--is put your cock in her mouth.

As you float down from your orgasmic high, you slowly return to the present to find yourself lying on your back on your bed. You feel amazing, relaxed and full of tingling bliss.

You glance down... And you see her.

She's kneeling beneath you, her body between your legs. Her ass in the air. Her breasts dangling just above the sheets. Her warm hands gently rubbing your hips.

And she has your cock in her mouth.

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