It's a Good Half, With An Aftertaste

"It's funny how in these shows, the heroines always wear the same clothes everyday," I said as I watched the TV. Simon and I were watching Buffy reruns, and I was enjoying every minute of it, despite Simon not being the best company. For some reason he seemed pretty distracted. "You alright?" I asked, turning my head to look behind me.

"Hmm?" He mumbled, blushing like I had caught him stealing or something. His eyes met mine. "Oh, yeah I'm fine..."

I frowned and got back to watching TV. I was having some trouble getting comfortable on the couch for some reason. I was kind of shaky and a bit agitated, moving back and forth despite myself.

For the third time in the span of five minutes I had to button back up my night gown. It kept opening on its own, exposing my breasts to the cold air. They kept bouncing as I fidgeted, and I was getting frustrated. "Damn it," I muttered.

"What's up?" Simon asked, still behind me, still looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I could feel his hot skin against mine. Was he sweating? Why? Well, I was a bit hot, too, now that I was paying attention to it.

"It keeps opening," I said and sighed. I turned back to the TV. I could see Buffy and Faith on the screen, but I was having more and more trouble actually focusing on the episode. It was like... I don't know. It was like something was growing inside me. I felt it in the pit of my stomach, that strange pressure, that heat. It wasn't unpleasant, actually it felt really nice, but it was like I just couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, exactly.

"Fuck, you're so hot..." Simon said from behind me, and I could feel the weight shifting in the couch as he leaned forward, pressing his body against mine.

"Well I do feel a bit feverish," I admitted, and the words came out of my lips with a sigh, almost a moan. What was up with me? This was weird.

"I bet you do," Simon said, his voice low. I could feel his hands on my shoulders as he leaned over me. What a weird position for us to be in. I felt my nightgown opening once again, revealing my naked chest, my breasts hanging in the air, my nipples erect despite how hot I was feeling.

I tried to complain, to mention that I had no idea what was wrong with my gown, but the words never left my mouth, instead turning into a moan. I was pretty confused by now, and I turned around to look at my boyfriend, my eyes wide, my face flushed, my lips parted.

"What are you doing...?" I managed to say, though the question was followed by another moan, this time louder. This was baffling. I didn't understand what was going on. I could see his eyes were wide, too, and his face was flushed, too. Suddenly he pushed me down, pinning my arms to the couch. His mouth was on my neck, and I could hear him moaning, his voice heavy, his breath hot.

"I'm gonna cum so hard," he said, and his tongue licked at my ear. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

I had literally no idea what he meant by that, but whatever was happening, I didn't want him to stop. I was so fucking hot, I was burning, and the pressure was building inside me.

"Have the biggest... orgasm... of your life... when I cum..." Simon was mumbling in my ear. I was ready to obey, I could feel it. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was ready. I was ready to have the biggest orgasm of my life, whatever it was. My body was shaking, my tits were bouncing, and Simon was moaning in my ear. "Fuuuck..." he groaned, and I felt something inside of me snap, as if his words had triggered something.

I screamed. I actually screamed as I felt my entire body explode in pleasure. The most intense, the most amazing pleasure. I screamed, again, my eyes rolling back, my body shaking under Simon. "Oh my God..." I screamed and moaned and screamed again, my mind overwhelmed, overloaded by what was happening to me. It felt so good I thought it might actually kill me.

When I finally came to my senses I found myself panting on the couch, Simon's body collapsed on top of mine, his breath just as heavy. I managed a chuckle, though I would have liked to laugh much harder. I wasn't sure I could.

"You naughty boy..." I mumbled, and I could feel his lips on the back of my neck. "That was insane..."

"I knew you'd love it," he said, sounding smug.

I shook my head, trying to get back to my senses. "I literally had zero idea what you were up to. It was like... Like sex was a foreign concept or something."

Simon chuckled. "That was the idea, honey."

"Wait... When did you start...?"

He laughed. "An hour ago, in the kitchen. I played with your tits for fifteen minutes while you were cooking."

I opened my mouth, both shocked and amazed. "So that's why I kept dropping shit. I thought I was getting early-onset Parkinsons!" I laughed. "And that damn nightgown... I was about to throw it out because I thought it was cursed or something!"

"You were so fucking cute," he said, and I could feel his boner pressing against my ass.

"Well well well... What's this I feel down there?" I said, raising an eyebrow, my voice teasing. He'd ordered me to be aroused whenever he showed me signs that he was, and I could feel a heat rise between my legs.

"I can't help myself. You're too hot..."

"I imagine having total control over my poor little mind makes me even hotter, huh?" I chuckled.

"I don't know. I guess you'd be pretty hot anyway."

"Stop it you!" I said, grinning from ear to ear. "You're making me blush!"

"Too bad I'll have to do without you for a couple of days," he said, and I could hear the frustration in his voice, despite the tone of his jokes.

I shrugged, and turned my head to look at him. "It's only two days, right? And I'll make sure to make it up to you Monday evening. I promise."

"I know you will," he chuckled and grabbed my arm, turning me around to face him. He pressed his body against mine and kissed me on the lips. "It's just... I'm still having a hard time accepting that this is the way it has to be, you know?"

I shrugged. "Hey, I'm yours tonight," I said.

"And you don't even mind that you'll be his tomorrow," he groaned, looking at me with a look of sadness. "You don't mind that you're not entirely mine anymore."

He was right, I didn't mind. It wasn't that I didn't love Simon. I loved him, and I loved him more than anything in the world. But tomorrow, when I would see John, I'd be his, and I would love him more than anything in the world if he commanded me to. There wasn't even any conflict. Both realities were true, and both existed side by side. I was his, and I was his, and I loved him, and I was a slut for him, and I'd do anything for him. Both of them. "I guess I don't." I shrugged.

"I can't even command you to mind," he said. "Not even during my time with you." He shook his head.

I sighed. "And he can't command me to mind during his time, either," I said. "You both got what you wanted. I'm your toy and I'm his toy. You boys have to share. I don't have a say in it."

He frowned, and I could feel him tense up a bit. "Is that a complaint?"

I shook my head. It should have been one, but it wasn't. "No. Not at all." I smiled and grabbed him by the shoulders. "I love you," I said, and I meant it. I meant it with all my heart. Maybe some of it was programming, but it didn't matter. It felt real to me. "And you're the only man in this half of my world. So no more sulking." I kissed him, and he sighed, his body relaxing.

"I hope he hasn't been making you do too weird stuff..." He said, still sounding a bit jealous. It was kind of cute.

"Hell if I know," I scoffed.

"Wait, really? Don't you remember?"

I shrugged again. "I guess he ordered me not to or something."

Simon's eyes widened. "I can order you not to remember? I thought we couldn't give you commands that apply when you're with the other!"

I tried recalling all suggestions I was aware of. There were so many and some of them were meant to be hidden. "Hmm... I think you're allowed persistent commands if they don't affect the other guy's half of my mind. I'm guessing that's what he did."

"Fuck," Simon said, shaking his head. "Then I order you not to remember anything we do on our half when you're with that fucker!"

"Hey, don't call him that!" I protested, a wave of anger rising in me. I was meant to respect both, no matter who I was with. "But yes, roger that!" I chuckled, relaxing. I could feel Simon's command taking hold in my mind. "Now... How about you play with your mind some more before we go to bed?"

"Honey, when I snap my fingers I want you to believe you only exist for me to fuck you. To believe it's your job, your duty and your purpose. Your only purpose." He grinned. "Until I tell you otherwise, you'll forget about the rest of your life, and it wont matter to you. You'll only care about being a good fucktoy to me. You wont be horny or **** or anything. You'll just see it as... a duty, a job, to please me."

I snorted. "What, like a... a sex secretary? A sex assistant?" I chuckled.

"Exactly! Like a sex secretary." He said, laughing. "Become exactly that when I snap my fingers!"

I was about to make another joke but he did snap his fingers before I had a chance. Suddenly, I felt the world shift.

I was half naked on a couch, and my boss was staring at me, his erection pressing against my belly. "Sir?" I asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at him. "I'm sorry... I think I had a blank out there. Is there anything I can help you with?" I was smiling, professional, respectful.

He looked at me and chuckled. "I was thinking I could use a blowjob."

"Of course, sir," I said and immediately pushed him down gently, his back hitting the arm of the couch as I settled down between his legs, hard cock in hand. I had a work to do.