The Hands That Lead

A hands on kind of leader…

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Monday April 02, 2018

Jenna squinted a bit as she reached back to release her hair, “Look, just because I took my top off doesn’t mean I’m under some kind of ‘mind control’.” she said in a patronizing voice.

David was really getting on her nerves lately, he’d been pestering her almost every day when she’d gone to pick up the mail and he didn’t seem to be getting the drift that she wasn’t interested in him at all.

It was only after a week or so that she’d noticed the small black device in his hand and asked what it was.  She’d regretted it even before he’d answered, engaging him wasn’t going to get him to go away any faster after all.

But when he’d responded that it was a mind control device he’d invented, she’d laughed out loud.  Which, now looking back on it, hadn’t phased him at all and that should probably have been a big red flag.

Instead he’d just smiled and continued telling her all about it.  How it need proximity to work, that it couldn’t change your mind instantly but instead needed several sessions to take effect, how that since he’d seen her every day for over a week that the effect should already be deeply seeded enough that she didn’t mind the fact he was changing her.

She’d rolled her eyes and walked away short after that, once he got done explaining how much she enjoyed having her mind altered.

That night she’d tossed and turned in bed, all of her old fantasies, that she had somehow completely forgotten about, return with a vengeance.  She masturbated to the thought of a spiral spinning in front of her, a low hum and matras repeating throughout her thoughts.  To her utter obedience after they had done their work, her “master” taking control of her and using her body.

Today had been the last straw, they’d talked for almost an hour as he explained how he had taken complete control of her mind now and there was nothing she could do about it.  At last she’d had enough and demanded he demonstrate this “complete control” he’d claimed he had and he’d only smiled.

“Follow me.” was all he said and then turned to the elevators and she followed along behind him.

He’d pressed the button for his own floor and she’d wanted to press the one for her’s, but her hand wouldn’t rise to the control panel for some reason.

He’d gotten off the elevator and walked down the hallway to his door, opened it and closed it behind her as she stayed just a few steps behind him.

Then he’d gone to the bedroom, “Stand over there.” he said and pointed to a spot by the window.

“Take off your shirt and bra and let that hair down too.”

She rolled her eyes and did so, tossing them on the the floor after unbuttoning her jeans to get her top untucked.

Jenna squinted a bit as she reached back to release her hair, “Look, just because I took my top off doesn’t mean I’m under some kind of ‘mind control’.” she said in a patronizing voice.

“It doesn’t?  Two weeks ago you threatened to call the cops on my just for looking in your general direction at the mail boxes and now you’re half naked in my apartment…”

“Yea well, I want to see this ‘control’ you say you have over me, which I’m still waiting to see by the way.”

He smiled in response, “So if I was to tell you to drop to your knees and suck my cock like the horny little fuck doll you are, and you did it, that wouldn’t be because I’ve mind controlled you?”

“Of course not, don’t be silly.”

“Alright, let’s give it a try then.  Drop to your knees and suck my cock like the horny little fuck doll you are.”

Her eyes widened as she gasped at the wave of excitement that rolled over her.  She fell to her knees and reached out to unbutton his pants, fishing his cock from them and wrapping her lips around it.

She sucked it all the way in to her throat, getting her nose buried right up to his abdomen and held it there for just a moment before pulling back and then working his member in and out of her repeatedly.

She felt him stiffen and she titled her head up to look up at him as she tasted the first drops of cum hit the back of her throat.

‘God I am suck a horny fuck doll…’ she thought to herself as he started to flow down her throat, ‘I can hardly wait for him to take over my mind, that is going to be so much hotter!’

As the last spurt of cum ran down her throat, her own orgasm crested and she only hoped he wasn’t lying about his device.

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