Reciprocity was the furthest thing from Charlie’s mind, but he bent to his task eagerly.Ī reminder: if you go to my Pencils in the Margin page and donate any amount of money to Black Lives Matter or similar charities (there’s a long list) I will either write you a new story or read out a fic that I’ve already written. Reciprocity is important in a relationship, you know.” Which reminds me, you left a bit of a mess in my pussy, and it’s time you got down there and licked it out. Once I’d drunk your mind, I got on top and rode you for a while. I was looking for more, ‘You were right, Mistress, any way you control my cock is a good way,’ but I’ll take the praise.” “So what do we think of blowjobs now?” Yoko asked, from nearby. And the afterglow was superb even without that. Remembering his orgasms was a privilege, after all, even if it was a privilege Mistress usually granted him.
When he stopped slurring the phrase to himself, when his awareness drifted back, he felt a glorious lassitude. He still felt her mouth on him, felt her sucking away his mind, and if he’d had a mind at all, the impossibility might have bothered him. He was aware of his mind getting emptier and emptier, and his cock getting fuller and fuller, and after a while, he heard Yoko speaking to him. “Mistress sucks my mind away.”Ĭharlie wasn’t sure when his eyes fell closed. And the thought slipped down his body, and into his cock, and made it twice as hard before it vanished out the tip. He could feel the thoughts flowing down his body, like multicolored threads, and collecting in his cock, and then disappearing into her mouth. She was sucking his mind out through his dick. “Mistress sucks my mind away.” She had put him under hypnosis-put him under hypnosis when? He couldn’t think with- “Mistress sucks my mind away.” And it was obvious what she was doing, too. It was obvious what was happening-well, obvious to anyone who wasn’t having his thoughts drained inexorably towards his cock. What did you-Mistress sucks my mind away. But then her lips were around his shaft, and he arched. He thought of protesting as she reached his cock, stroked his balls from back to front, and leaned forward. She moved downward on the bed before Charlie could say anything. Point four, and someday I am going to manage to keep a bullet point list straight-well. Point C, I told you when we got together, I’m not a ‘kneel, worm,’ sort of domme, I’m a cuddly, soft, friendly girl who just happens to own you, body, mind, and soul. Point two, when I put my mouth on a penis, I control everything that penis is feeling, how intensely it feels it, how hard it gets, whether it gets off-and you should know by now that controlling your dick is my favorite game.
“Men,” she said, “are the only creatures on this planet dumb enough to see a set of teeth next to their cock and think, ‘Ah, yes, she’s submitting to me, look how helpless she is.’ Look,” she went on, forestalling his imminent protest that it wasn’t about that, it was about the symbolism, “Point A-“ She reached down between them and tugged on his cock, “this is mine. Yoko cocked her head, which made her look cute and endearing and not at all like someone who could overpower him from the inside out.
What had he been saying? “I just think,” he said, picking up the earlier thread of conversation, “that a Mistress shouldn’t suck a sub’s cock. “What were you saying?” Yoko asked, sounding innocent.Ĭharlie shook his head slightly.