A surprise run in with Hana

My alarm went off distressingly early. Monday mornings were reserved for a stupid electrical circuits class taught by one of those professors who are only at the university for research purposes but still has to teach one class. What makes this guy worse is he’s deep into this industrial engineering Lean Seven Sigma idealogy. The man has a “black belt” in a managerial concept that improves efficiency and reduces waste. Ironically, the university forgot about the class and had to shove it into a single day 7:30-10:30 am slot to fix the oversight so people could graduate on time.

But I digress. I quickly silenced the alarm and carefully extricated myself from Leah’s arms without waking her. The poor girl needed the rest. I bet her brain and her pussy would be sore today. It seemed wise to leave her and her mind alone for at least 24 hours. Sadly, I didn’t expect to see Hana until Tuesday. I laughed to myself while picking out my clothes for the day. It was barely 6:00 AM, and I was already disappointed not to be screwing around in someone’s head.

After getting ready and eating cereal, I stepped out into the damp morning air with my computer and VR headset in tow… just in case.

The day passed by slowly. Focusing on the lectures was a lost cause. I found my eyes roaming the classrooms, picking out coeds that would benefit from a mental makeover of my concoction. After a while, I resigned to keep my eyes glued to my computer screen instead.

I spent the morning and early afternoon lobotomizing a copy of my program to submit to my Software professor in 2-weeks. It didn’t take long to do. I simply removed the VR and watch connectivity from the program. Then, I removed the AI’s ability to accept input data from any source besides photos.

It worked surprisingly well at identifying objects in photos and even did a passable job guessing emotion tags on photos of people. It would still take me quite a few hours to write my report, but I’d at least get a decent grade. Most importantly, though, I was confident the program was sufficiently crippled not to be used like my real version. A mind-controlling computer program is the last thing that horrible professor needed.

After a long day of classes, the refreshing spring air was delightful. I let the warm air fill my lungs and felt my stresses and worries disappear for a moment… Then, someone lightly tapped me on the shoulder.

I knew who it was before I turned. Her hand felt small, and her taps were so lightly measured. As predicted, my cute little Japanese study buddy stood demurely behind me. I looked her up and down as she struggled to find the words she wanted to say to me.

I frowned as I noticed Hana’s attire had changed far more drastically than anticipated. Her normal mini-skirt and tank top were replaced with a knee-length skirt and button-down shirt.

To be honest, I felt terrible. My intention was to take her down a peg or two into my submissive plaything, but not quite this far. I gazed into her eyes expectantly as she gathered her thoughts.

“Hey Malcolm… I-I mean Mac,” she said nervously while looking around at the other people leaving the building. “Can we go somewhere else? I want to talk to you, please.”

Hana took a noticeably deep breath after speaking. Being near so many other people clearly had her insecurity going wild. My first instinct was to make her tell me right there and use her discomfort to my advantage. But I felt I owed it to her to make her more comfortable until I toned down or focused her insecurities and fears better.

“Sure, my car isn’t far,” I said kindly. “You can walk me there.”

I kept the corner of my eye on her while we walked. Her mouth didn’t utter a word, but she still spoke volumes. When we passed by other people, her body language didn’t change, nor did it when we were alone on the sidewalk. She made sidelong glances at me regularly, too. I realized the primary source of her insecurities and anxiety lay with me. She needed me, but she knew I didn’t need her. I had made that clear by not responding to her messages and by leaving so abruptly on Sunday after she blew me.

When we arrived at my sedan, I gestured for her to get in the passenger side while I threw my bags in the back seat.

When I climbed in, she sat anxiously in the passenger seat with her hands crossed over her lap. “So, what’s on your mind?” I asked after it was clear she wasn’t going to talk.

“Remember-when-you-told-me t-that I’m a closeted sub… um submissive?” She asked so quickly I could barely understand her.

I nodded affirmatively and placed my hand on her thigh to reassure her. I was pleased to see her sigh in contentment and relax considerably at my touch.

“I-think-I-want…” she anxiously began, then took a breath and continued more calmly. “You were right… I want you to help me… I have to feel that again. I can’t fake being dominant anymore.”

Squeezing her thigh slightly too hard for reassurance, I smirked and replied. “I’ll consider being your dom, but only if you are completely willing to do anything I tell you to do.”

I slipped my hand up her skirt and rested it on her cotton panties. She stifled a moan with her hand but made no move to stop me. Instead, she just froze in aroused shock for a moment. I relished the feeling of heat pouring off of her pussy. Without a doubt, she couldn’t get our fun and her submission from Sunday out of her mind.

“I don’t know…” she replied breathily, “I want your help, but I still want to set some boundaries… is that ok?”

She wouldn’t meet my eyes, but I could still see a mix of desperation and anticipation working to subdue her fear of submitting. “Well, those are my terms,” I spoke firmly while gently rubbing her inner thigh. “You either tell me you’ll do anything for me, or you walk away and continue living in fear and isolation, always wondering… what if.”

I gazed expectantly at the shell-shocked little firecracker beside me. I was confident I could have her kneeling in the middle of the parking lot, begging me to dominate her in a matter of minutes if I really turned on the heat, but I liked Hana too much for that. However, when she didn’t reply immediately, I raised the artificial stakes just a bit for her.

With feigned disgust, I stomped out of my sedan, opened her door, and said, “Your silence is answer enough. I can see you aren’t ready for this.” Then I motioned for her to get out of my car.

“Wait!” She exclaimed with uncharacteristic conviction. “You’re right! I trust you more than anyone… in my whole life, I’ve never felt like myself around anyone but you… and yesterday… I-I can’t get the way you… you commanded me out of my head. I’ll do anything to feel that way again.”

With a victorious grin, I pulled Hana out of her seat, pressed her against the cold steel of my car, and kissed her lustfully. In a flash, my little firecracker lost control of her urges and started grinding her lithe body against mine with fiery need.

A group of guys walked by and wolf-whistled and gave me a thumbs up. Hana was far too lost in pleasure and need even to register anyone but me. Still, I knew it would be wise to move things to a more private venue. Just because I could rip Hana’s panties off and fuck her against my car didn’t mean it was a good idea. So, I pulled away from her hungry lips and guided her back into the car despite her cute moan of disappointment.

When I got back into the car, I smirked at how disheveled and horny she looked already. The LUST, HORNY, and ECSTASY tags, along with reductions in SHAME (around me, at least), definitely had her revved up. I couldn’t blame her, though. As far as she remembered, every orgasm she’d ever had… even before she met me, was accompanied by a thought of me. Even as a dominant person, I’d imagine if all of my orgasms were accompanied by an image of some girl I’d never seen before when I actually met her, it’d feel a whole lot like destiny to be with her no matter what. I would bet my life savings that Hana felt the same. To make things worse for Hana, though, I probably made her into a nymphomaniac with my meddling, too.

“You live alone, right, Hana?” I asked while starting my car.

“Yes, I’ve got a rent house on the corner of 8th & Pecan Street.” She said.

I nodded and headed in that direction. I could tell Hana wanted to ask something—probably if she could get her car before we went. We could deal with that later, though I decided for her.

“Hana, why did you dress so… proper… today?” I asked. “I much prefer the miniskirts and tight tops you normally wear.”

“Oh… umm, I’d still love to wear those for you… it’s just, I didn’t feel confident wearing that in public today.” She replied, still with noticeable arousal in her tone. “Honestly, I can’t believe I was ever brave enough to wear such skimpy clothing every day!”

“Well, I don’t like it. Take it all off,” I commanded succinctly.

Her obedient hands moved from her thighs to the hem of her skirt before her conscious mind caught up. “What? N-no people might see,” she squeaked in surprise.

Firmly but gently, I grasped her slender neck and guided her brown eyes to mine. I only uttered one word to remind her of her promise: “Anything.”

Her eyes widened in fear and admiration. She nodded quickly and dutifully began stripping right in my passenger seat.

“Good girl!” I said as she removed the final offending article. The blushing girl covered her cute tits with her forearm and her pussy with her other hand. She shrunk down into the seat until she looked a fraction of her already petite stature. “Don’t ever cover yourself with your hands around me,” I commanded her.

Her blush grew brighter than her pink lipstick, but she obeyed and awkwardly moved her hands to her sides.

“Hana, I’m not the kind of dom that punishes physically… I prefer the carrot, not the stick.” I informed her. “But I am not above making you very embarrassed. We will discuss this more tonight, but I expect you to dress even sluttier than you used to. If I’m not happy with how you are dressed, I will modify your outfit myself while everyone in school watches you let me do it. If I like how you dress, I will… reward you.”

To punctuate my point, I slipped my hand between her legs. The horny and embarrassed girl automatically opened her legs and moaned as I touched her. My little firecracker’s hands snuck up to caress her tits until she remembered where she was.

By the time we reached her house, Hana’s embarrassment was essentially bulldozed by the sheer magnitude of her desire for me. She was quite literally dripping with need for me. When I removed my fingers from her cute pussy and shut down the engine, her embarrassment came flooding back through.

I slammed the car door closed after grabbing my bag and walked to her front door. Nobody was around, but I could see her panicking before she finally got the nerve to run to the door. I giggled quietly at her expense.

Her home was a cute little place. It looked like two beds and one bath, probably erected in the early 50s. Looking around the living room, it was clear Hana missed Japan. The room was an odd mix of traditional Japanese decor, American Walmart furniture, and mid-century modern construction. The stylistic disagreements within her safe space no doubt mirrored the fight between her old dominant and new submissive sides within her psyche. Lucky for me, fixing the decor of Hana’s mind was even easier than a trip to IKEA.

“Nice place, Hana,” I said while taking off my shoes… and then deciding to strip to my underwear for good measure.

“Thank you!” Hana gratefully replied while staring hungrily at the bulge in my boxers. “Want to see my bedroom?”

She smiled enticingly and led the way after I nodded affirmatively. Now that we were alone in her home, she clearly felt more comfortable. Upon reaching her room, she lept up onto her stout 4-poster queen bed and posed playfully for me. “I’m so ready for you, Mac!” She purred while posing to emphasize her cute ass to me. “I haven’t stopped thinking about having you inside me since I tasted you yesterday.”

God, this girl knew how to seduce me. I took all of my willpower not to take her right there, but I had a plan that would make this even better.

“Hana, I am 100% going to fuck you silly later, but let’s keep this simmering for a minute,” I said while walking to her closet. “Why don’t you show me your sexiest outfits, and I’ll pick one to fuck you in.”

The bed creaked as she bounded off of it to greet me. If she was disappointed about the delayed gratification, she didn’t show it. She seemed almost excited to show me her wardrobe.

Sure enough, her closet was full of miniskirts, bright-colored tanks, crop tops, short dresses, and some form-fitting workout attire. I wish I knew the formula to copy a girl’s clothing taste to another’s mind. I would paste Hana’s taste to every girl I met.

“Before you show me your sexiest outfits, let’s talk about what you are going to wear daily real quick,” I said while glancing in awe at the incredible volume of clothing Hana owned. “Anything longer than a miniskirt is off-limits without my permission. You have easily two dozen mini skirts in this drawer, too. Move the 12 longest ones over to the off-limits clothes, too. Your tights and other pants will require my approval, too. For tops, you need to follow this rule: the top must either show your belly button or be sleeveless and show some cleavage. And finally, your panties must be sexy or nonexistent. If you go commando, I’ll be very pleased with you.”

Hana smiled nervously, but she stayed true to her word to do anything I told her to do. I watched as she moved everything off-limits to the back of her closet.

When she was finished, she looked up at me expectantly and asked. “So if I wear only these clothes, you’ll be happy?”

“Yes, I will.” I leaned down and kissed her while groping her firm ass before continuing. “But you also need to make sure you do your hair and makeup sexy for me, too.”

She nodded in agreement with my wishes. Then, smiling, she knelt to the bottom drawer in the back of her closet. “Here’s where I keep the really fun stuff!” She purred.

She pulled out a reasonably diverse selection of teddies, body suits, etc, before I saw what I was looking for. It was a black pleated micro miniskirt with a matching black mesh top that would absolutely cover nothing. It was simplistic but so sexy.

“Oh, I used to love this one!” Hana said excitedly when I handed her my selection. “I’ll go put it on for you right now!”

I let her know I’d be waiting on the couch in the living room for her. She gave me a quizzical glance but decided just to accept it.

While she got herself ready, I set up my computer and VR helmet. I planned to use it very soon and very often.