A knock on the door

With the strange absence of testicles no longer bothering her, Jasmine returns to pondering, walking circles around her small apartment while swinging the loose end of the Dragon Bone Chain. Mind filled with ideas, she finds difficulty on deciding one to carry out first. If only something came to her instead...

Knock, knock.

Turning around in surprise, Jasmine looks to her door as a sudden knocking from the other side enters the atmosphere. Something may have very well came to her first after all.

Approaching the door with a sort of wicked smile as Feng laughed to himself quietly inside of her mind, Jasmine opens the door slowly, revealing a tanned mail carrier in her mid-twenties or so. "Package for Jasmine?" she says politely, holding out a small box. Indeed, Jasmine had ordered something just a week ago, and while she was certainly happy to have it, there were more...pressing matters at hand.

As Jasmine takes the package from the deliverywoman's hands with a smile, she scans her quietly. Slightly older than herself, her tanned skin is natural and not artificial, likely due to her Southeast Asian origin. With eyes of light brown, she has straight, shiny black hair is tied up into a substantial ponytail which runs through the hole in the back of her blue uniform hat and down to her mid-back. She returns Jasmine's smile with a smile of her own from her thick, generous lips. The short-sleeved light blue uniform shirt the deliverywoman wears does little to hold back her sizable chest while her shorts of navy blue show off her juicy thighs and calves.

"It seems luck is on thoust's side," the ancient Feng comments from within Jasmine with a chuckle. "She's quite the looker."

You're telling me, Jasmine agrees with a very slight bite of her bottom lip. Just looking at her is getting me hard...

...Wait a minute.

Looking down, Jasmine notices that her flaccid member is slowly growing in hardness, remembering that she answered the door without putting pants on first—or a shirt for that matter, as her breasts are equally exposed. Jumping back slightly, her face flushes red with embarrassment as she hides as much as she can with her hands and the box just handed to her. "I'm sorry!" she exclaims, nearly ready to die from shame. "I can explain...!"

"Explain what...?" the mail carrier responds calmly. "Is everything alright?"

"H-huh?" Jasmine stammers, looking up with surprise towards the woman's unfazed demeanor. "You're not...freaked out or anything? By my...?"

Slowly unveiling her cock and breasts, the deliverywoman looks Jasmine up and down with plain eyes, giving a small shrug and a smile. "You look perfectly normal to me."

"But I'm naked and I've got a diddly!"

The deliverywoman giggles to herself upon hearing Jasmine's choice of vocabulary, stifling her laughter with her hand. "I know. Still pretty normal."

Feng, what the actual fuck is going on here?! Jasmine burst in her mind with confusion. Why is she...why is she alright with this?

"Isn't it quite clear?" the dragon spirit answers. "I hath explained normalisation effect, correct?"

Everyone treating everything like normal, everyday things, yeah...but you said that was for whatever happens from me using the chain!

"Indeed, but it also extends to thoust's personal state," Jasmine's spirit advisor informs with a rumbling chuckle. "If ye are nude, t'would be the same as being clothed to any others! This also extends to the Dragon Bone Chain—as ye could likely tell, our fair mail carrier hasn't even so much as looked at the chain on your arm, despite it being something most would glance at most curiously. Dost thou understand?"

You didn't tell me that! Jasmine explodes, doing her best to keep her emotions towards her inner dragon spirit separate from the emotions displayed on her face. Given by the perplexed stare the deliverywoman is giving her, though, her efforts seem to be in vain.

There are many things I have not spoken of, young one, and there are many things I may very well never speak of, Feng explains. What sort of adventure would this be if I told ye of all the grand secrets to be discovered?

Fine, Jasmine thought with a small nod to herself to which the deliverywoman tilted her head curiously. Challenge accepted. I always hated using guidebooks, anyway.

"Ahem!" Jasmine suddenly says, clearing her throat loudly. "I'm, uh...really sorry about that! I just woke up, so...you know, mind's all over the place and everything, hehe..."

"I know how that feels," the bodacious mail carrier reasons with an understanding nod and an adorable giggle which Jasmine can't help but get turned on by. "I'll just need you to sign for it."

Reaching into her pocket, the deliverywoman pulls out a handheld device similar to that of an old-school PDA with an electronic pen attached and holds it in front of Jasmine with a courteous smile. Jasmine stares at it for a moment, her mind weighing her options...and as she lightly twirls the loose end of the chain, she comes to a decision.

"Hold on just a moment and keep standing right there, would you?" Jasmine politely requests. Looking confused, the deliverywoman cocks her head again with a curious look in her eyes.

I've got no idea how to actually, you know...activate it...so, let's just try...this!

Extending her arm slightly, Jasmine lets go of the loose end of the Dragon Bone Chain, causing it to whip towards the deliverywoman's head. As it nears her, though, it suddenly becomes transparent and phases right through her skull. As it does, it locks in place, as if acting as the anchor to a boat, and the deliverywoman's head becomes transparent just like the chain. Instead of her insides, however, all that can be seen through her see-through head is a faint blue sphere of light to which the chain is firmly connected.

Is that...her mind?

"To be more accurate, her soul," Feng corrects. "But essentially, yes. You have latched the Dragon Bone Chain onto her being."

Standing there with the chain properly linked to her target, Jasmine notices something strange...

...thuuuuummmpppppp...thuuuuummmpppppp...thuuuuummmpppppp...

What is that? she thinks to both herself and to Feng in confusion. It sounds...really drawn out, as if it were in super slow motion.

"Thine heartbeat," Feng explains straightforwardly. "When thoust connects thine chain to a target, time will slow to a miniscule fraction of its regular speed in order to allow ye to issue commands. Otherwise, t'would be quite challenging to use the chain on moving targets!"

But...I can't...move...! Jasmine says through a somewhat pained breath, trying her best to move her body. Despite how she can feel her body parts moving, she remains stuck in place, almost as if she were experiencing sleep paralysis of some sort or phantom limbs.

"The Dragon Bone Chain offers the ability to control minds, not time," Feng clarifies with a stout tone. "Naturally, ye are affected just as much by the altered flow of time. Try as ye might to move your body, but an inch ye won't move...at least for several minutes, oh ho ho ho!"

Alright, fair enough, Jasmine responds half whining. Being that omnipotent would probably go against whatever rules the universe has regarding this sort of thing. So, now I just...issue the command?

"Indeed!" Feng says proudly. "Of course, assuming thou is not looking to have our lovely mail carrier harm herself..."

What kind of person would do that? Jasmine thinks to herself...after remembering some of the people she's met online, though, she quickly retracts that statement.

So...what do I want her to do...? Uh...

"Oh ho ho ho!" Feng bursts out with another bout of laughter within Jasmine's mind. "Aren't thoust glad the slowed passage of time is now giving ye time to think?"

I guess I am, Jasmine agrees. Well, for now...uh...something basic...like...

Jasmine puts her focus on what to send through to chain into the woman's mind, and...

[ This girl doesn't need to sign for this package. Instead, I have to suck her dry. ]

...the Dragon Bone Chain begins to light up, parts of the steel glowing crimson red and jet black as astral projections of ghastly letters appear above it. Jasmine watches in wonder as the letters begin to swap places with one another, eventually arranging themselves into the thought that she wants to implant into the woman's mind. The thought now spelled out above the chain, it sinks into the steel and quickly shoots down the chain, jumping from link to link until it eventually reaches the blue orb of light at the end—the woman's mind.

The blue orb expands as it absorbs the letters, and as it finishes taking them all in, the chain's glow fades. That was awesome! an amazed Jasmine blurts out in her head. So, what now...? Does this end on it's own, or...?

"All ye need to do is pull back on the chain and it shall be released," Feng explains matter-of-factly. "That is, if ye hath no more commands to issue."

I can do more than one?

"It depends," Feng starts up. "There exists a certain limit to how many thoughts and actions ye can implant into a mind. If thoust near that limit, the chain shall react with slight tremors, and if ye exceed that limit, the chain's connection to the mind will break entirely, having no effect at all and potentially causing slight to severe damage to the target, dependent upon how much the limit was exceeded by."

"In addendum, thoust should be aware that this limit is not refreshed or cleared immediately upon disconnection of the chain to the mind. If ye were to link the chain to our mail carrier again right after this, there is no clean slate. The only way to refresh the limit is to simply wait a day or two...or more. In short, the best advice I have to give to ye is to either issue a few simple commands or one detailed one."

Am I to assume that you just won't tell me this exact limit of possible thoughts and commands or how long it'll take exactly to get a clean slate back? Jasmine asks.

"Art thou not the one who proclaimed thine hatred towards 'guidebooks'?"

Got me there.

"What I can safely tell ye about these limits is that they are directly connected to an individual's state of mind," Feng explains. "One who is of weak mind and spirit is one who is easy to manipulate, so thoust could use more commands on them as opposed to a powerful individual who bears a mind of dignity and pride—ye might be lucky to get one or two commands on such a person, oh ho ho ho!"

Interesting...so maybe actually getting to know someone a bit before I start screwing with their head would be a smart move. Or I could just tell them to start doubting themselves, turning them weak from the inside so I can manipulate them further...

"How diabolical, young one!" Feng roars with a booming laugh. "If that is the path thoust wishes to walk down on, I shan't stop thee!"

I don't know...we'll see, Jasmine admits, unsure of how she feels about changing a person's core attitude and view of themselves just to exploit them further. Anyway, why didn't you explain all of this earlier?

What sort of strange being enjoys cornucopias of explanation and internal monologues before the action's started? Feng questions in a manner that Jasmine could picture him stroking his beard curiously. It reminds me of those unnecessarily long opening credits at the beginning of the immensely popular space battle opera trilogy...what was it? Galaxy Warfare? Thoust knows what I speak of, correct? With the...flashy laser swords, yes! And the man in black, with the breathing problem. He is the hero's...uncle, right?

Oh, if only Jasmine could have predicted her almighty spirit advisor to be this much of a loaf...

That is...completely wrong in so many respects, Jasmine declares with a sigh. Anyway, the power of this chain isn't as freeform as I'd thought it'd be. Not that I really mind; this just means I have to put some thought into what I'm doing. At the least, I likely won't be seeing this lady again for a while—assuming she's even the mail carrier who delivers my next package—so I don't have to worry about too much about the limit...if that sort of thing ever were a problem, though, I could just issue commands that would last a while, right? Like lifestyle changes?

"Now ye are thinking with portals!" the mighty Feng commends Jasmine with a hefty laugh.

That reference doesn't even make sense in context to this, you crazy old lizard! Jasmine hastily counters, wondering how on Earth Feng picked up knowledge of the modern world in his summoning but is managing to misuse all of it.

Putting aside Feng's knack for bad jokes and reference inaccuracies, Jasmine quietly thinks about what else to change. Deciding on something, she focuses on it as the chain begins to glow...

[ I'll give this girl a copy of my house keys. I won't be bothered in the slightest if she shows up to fuck me at her leisure, and I'll just go about doing whatever I was doing at home while she uses me. ]

...and the astral projections of various letters appear above the chain once more, arranging themselves into the thought that Jasmine just constructed. Sinking into the chain, the thought propels itself down the links and towards the blue orb which then expands, absorbing it cleanly before retracting to it's original size. As it does so, Jasmine feels her arm shake as a slight tremor is set off from the middle of the chain.

"Oh, I quite like that one!" Feng comments with a smiling voice. "Your imagination is sure to interest me further, young one!"

Thanks. I did feel it rumble a bit, so I won't push my luck and I'll leave it at that. Good enough for a first experiment, I guess. So, now we just...

Pulling back on the chain even though her arm refuses to move, Jasmine applies a bit of **** in the retraction...and a loud snap! is heard as the chain breaks free. All in the matter of less than a second, the loose end of the chain shoots back towards Jasmine's hand, stopping on its own between her thumb and index finger as it and the woman's head become malleable again. The slow motion sound of her own heart no longer audible, Jasmine takes quick glances to her left and right before looking back to the woman.

How long was that in real-time...? the bewildered girl asks her spirit advisor.

"Specifically speaking...just under three seconds."

Blinking, the deliverywoman speaks up. "What happened...? Was there a bug on my shirt...?"

Remembering that she had told her to stand there, Jasmine laughs sheepishly, dismissing the idea. "U-uh...yeah, there was, but it flew away on it's own! No worries, no worries!"

The woman nods with a relieved smile as Jasmine reaches for the PDA she's currently extending. "Well, I'll just go ahead and sign for thi—"

"Actually," the deliverywoman suddenly interrupts, pulling back the device and slipping it back into her pocket. "I had a little mix-up regarding that...you don't actually have to sign for it."

Oh my god.

"Instead, I...well, I'm not sure how to put this, so I'll just be blunt," the Asian beauty says with a cute giggle, taking a step inside the room. "I need to suck that big cock of yours dry, hun."

Oh my GOD! FENG!

"Hmm?" the old dragon chimes in with a giggle as the deliverywoman gets on her knees in front of Jasmine. "Surely thoust was not doubting the legitimacy of Feng's claims, no...?"

A wide smile crawls on Jasmine's face as the mail carrier kisses the tip of her shaft, sending pleasurable sensations dashing up her body. "Is this...a new policy...?" an excited Jasmine asks, doing her best to play the fool. Truth be told, she was curious to see how the woman would rationalize her actions.

"I guess you could say that," the woman says with a smile, running her tongue up and down Jasmine's slowly growing length. "To be honest, I don't know all the details...all I know is that I've got to blow you instead of getting your signature."

"And that doesn't—mmmnn...!" Jasmine squeals in joy with a light pant in her breath as she feels the deliverywoman's succulent lips kiss the side of her cock multiple times, gradually bringing it to full hardness. "That doesn't...bother you? You're alright with this...?"

"Just part of the job, honey," the deliverywoman says with a giggle as she reaches her arms behind Jasmine's waist, taking a firm grasp of her soft butt. "Now I have a lot of deliveries left to make, so I'm gonna do my thing and make you cum as fast as possible, okay?"

Opening her mouth, the Asian beauty takes the full length of Jasmine's girlcock down her throat, bringing her lips down on the skin and slowly pulling back, her tongue rolling around Jasmine's shaft and drenching it in a thick coat of her saliva.

Feeling unbelievably good, Jasmine laughs to herself as she puts her hand on top of the woman's head while she picks up her speed, going down on her faster and faster. "Ahhnnn...! Fuck, you're so good at that...!"

As she continues to bob her head deep on Jasmine's dick, the Asian woman toys with Jasmine's ass, squeezing it playfully as if it were clay. Moaning wildly, Jasmine's legs begin to quiver in excitement as the woman finds her way to Jasmine's asshole with one of her fingers, prodding at it slowly before eventually pushing it inside.

"Oh my fucking god...!" Jasmine shrieks with sexual bliss as the deliverywoman begins to finger her ass deeply, kneading against the insides while also sucking her off with long, powerful strides of her mouth. As this goes on, Jasmine losing her sense of self and going wild with an unparalleled experience of sexual nirvana...

"Jasmine, has the mail carrier passed through here yet?"

SHIT.

Looking to her door in surprise, Jasmine sees an small, short older looking woman in her sixties standing in her doorway with long gray hair and a relaxed smile on her face—her landlord, Dorothy Winters.

"M-Mrs. Winters!" Jasmine stammers as the deliverywoman comes to an abrupt stop, taking her mouth off Jasmine's pre-cum and saliva-coated cock and turning her head. "This isn't what it—"

"Oh, are you the mail lady, dear?" Dorothy asks the woman at her knees with a smile.

"Yes, that's me," the Asian woman confirms with a smile, white bits of Jasmine's pre-cum staining her lips and chin. "Were you expecting a package?"

"That's correct. I assume you'll be working on the rest of the building after you're done here?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. It's just that this young girl's delivery involved a blowjob instead of a signature, so..."

"Perfectly understandable," Dorothy says with the sort of laugh you'd expect from an elderly woman. "I just wanted to make sure you were here. Take your time."

With that, Dorothy walks back to her unit, not even so much as commenting about Jasmine's new body part. In a similarly casual and nonchalant manner, the Asian woman looks up to Jasmine with a smile. "She seems like a nice lady."

Saying nothing more, she returns to her duties, blowing Jasmine with grace while also deftly fingering her butthole. Although Jasmine is back to panting feverishly due to the amazing feelings of the deliverywoman's work, her mind is in a state of disbelief, finding it hard to believe that Mrs. Winters didn't have anything to say about the absurdity of the scene happening before her...

"Must ye be reminded of the normalisation effects once more?" Feng teases with a chuckle as Jasmine bites her lip, running her fingers through the Asian woman's hair as she does her work. "Events you cause, behaviors you change, interactions you create...it will all be seen as normal everyday occurrences by everyone else. I believe such a thing plays naturally into...what was it called? 'Casual fetishism'?"

Feng was right—it all aligned perfectly with Jasmine's casual fantasies, so much so that just thinking about how such activities were treated as nothing more than the passing of clouds made the experience all the more enjoyable. Likewise, Jasmine thinks back to the deliverywoman's answer and how she had referred to this as "just part of the job." The entire experience played into one of Jasmine's biggest fetish even better than she could have imagined. Just thinking about what she could do with the chain to cause similar scenarios was driving Jasmine's imagination wild, and doubled with the heavenly sensations of having her cock stuffed down the deliverywoman's warm, wet mouth while she played with her ever so sensitive butt so skillfully like that...it was too much to bear.

"Mmmmphhhnmph!"

Grabbing the deliverywoman's head by the sides, Jasmine pushes up against her, forcing her cock as far as she can into her mouth. Reaching her climax, Jasmine grunts with satisfied passion as she lets loose a colossal downpour of her hot cum straight down the woman's throat, gushing seemingly endlessly with shot after shot. Steadily, the volume and speed of the cumshots lowered and lowered until there was none left. Slowly pulling her now flaccid shaft out of the mail carrier's mouth, she coughed loudly for a few moments while Jasmine took heavy breaths, now recuperating after the most immensely pleasurable experience of her life thus far as her penis began to shrivel up slightly.

Regaining herself, the woman takes a breath of her own and stands up, dusting her legs off and looking to Jasmine with a smile and streams of cum and saliva running down her mouth and neck. "Thanks so much! Have a nice day! Oh, and before I go..."

Reaching into her other pocket, the woman pulls out a small silver key, extending it towards a tired Jasmine. "I just thought I'd give a spare to my house key. I actually live pretty close by, it's the big red house a few blocks down. If you want, show up any time and fuck me all you like, alright? I could use some company, and I figure having you drill my holes while I wash dishes and watch TV and that kinda stuff would work fine, you know? Ah, I'm Serena, by the way. Nice to meet you!"

"Jasmine..." Jasmine speaks weakly with a smile, holding out her hand for a handshake which Serena politely returns before putting the key in her hand. "I'll, uh...stop by some time."

"Great!" Serena says with a bright smile. "I'll see you, Jasmine! Come by soon and enjoy my body as much as you want, okay? ♥"

With a wave, Serena exits the apartment, closing the door behind her. For a moment, Jasmine simply stands there with a dumbfounded smile on her face, limp cock still dripping cum. Turning around and walking over to her small bed, Jasmine falls back-first on it, breathing slowly and deeply as she continues to recover.

"Feng..." she starts up slowly as her eyes begin to drift. "...I think I love you..."

"Oh ho ho ho!" the dragon spirit laughs loudly in the girl's mind. "That seemed rather enjoyable! How did it feel to experience a spirit-enhanced orgasm?"

"Spirit...enhanced...?" Jasmine repeats weakly through her breaths.

"Well, thoust are fully aware that thine penis is no normal one, correct? T'would be quite the sight to witness a normal human's penis to ejaculate that much, ha ha! 'Tis a thing only you are capable of! Another thing that is solely reserved for thoust..."

Feeling a tingling sensation in her crotch, Jasmine weakly pushes herself up, now sitting on the bed and looking down at her member. Surprisingly, it no longer looks nearly as shriveled and dried up as it did minutes ago after her monumental orgasm.

"...is a quick recovery. T'would be no fun if thoust had to be inconvenienced by lengthy recoveries, don't you agree?"

Poking her flaccid cock, Jasmine confirmed that it was indeed back to normal, mere minutes after such an insane orgasm. Laughing to herself, she fell back onto her bed again. "Feng...I...fucking...love you..."

"My pleasure, young one!" the dragon spirit roared with a boastful laugh. "Come, now! We've more misadventures to embark upon!"

"I'm sorry, Feng," Jasmine apologizes in a barely audible tone with a faint laugh. "My dick might be ready to go, but I just experienced the most intense orgasm ever...I...I just need a few minutes..."

"Oh, pish posh, Jasmine! Onwards to adventure and more sex!"

"...just...a few...minutes..."

"H-hey...! Curses, don't fall asleep on me, lass! Adventure, ho!"

"...zZz..."

And thus, Feng was left to his own thoughts as Jasmine took the time for engage in a quick cat nap...