Joyce is in Charge

Xander was being pinned down by Joyce Summers on his lap kissing while holding his head still. She was wearing a black leather busier, panties, and thigh high boots with gloves. As well as a strange chocker with a red gem on it. His hormones was asking for me, but his mind knew what he had to do. He tried to push her away.

"Mrs. S, this isn't..." he started, but she interupted him.

"Xander, I think it's best if you realize something important. You are not in charge, I AM!" she said as her eyes glowed with a crimson light. A light soon reflected in Xander's eyes as his mind changed, as he learned a universal truth.

"No, I am not, my mistress. I only exist to serve you." he said, as he now knew his reason for being was to serve Mistress Summer no matter what. Without question, without hesitation, and with great joy in it.

"And the best thing a strong young man can do for me, is to serve as my sex ****. So I believe that we're in the middle of something." She said before continuing their make out session, with him reacting as he believed she wanted. Embracing her, as she began to make out with him as she began to remove his clothes. Even as she was still dressed.