Kyle says "Yes,"

Kyle’s mind was racing as he tried his hardest to resist. But there was a part of him, an extremely small part, he insisted, that was curious. It was impossible not to be, right? I mean, after nearly a week of being immersed in this ultra-girly, feminine life, between MARCI, the girls, Chrissie, those dreams he’d been having… And it’s not like he has any real choice, MARCI will shock him if he doesn’t do something! And what does it matter if it’s a dildo or the real thing, he’s technically already done this before. And Greg is so nice, that it’ll probably be a more pleasant experience. Plus, they were alone and secluded, away from where Darla, Robin and Melissa could see, although he imagined they’d just know next time he saw them. After much deliberation, Kyle knew what his answer would be.

“Yes,” Kyle said, as he wrapped his slender fingers around Greg’s penis.

He started stroking the shaft up and down, this was the easy part, Kyle had done that hundreds of times to himself. But he also knew from personal experience that he needed something to lubricate the area. Undoubtedly, MARCI would have included lubricant in his purse, wait, he meant *the* purse, but did he want Greg to know that he was prepared? Honestly, the only thing that came directly to his head was what he’d seen in porn, so Kyle spit into his hand and kept working on it.

“Mistress, it is common to speak to your partner while performing such acts. Perhaps, ask how Greg is liking this.” MARCI chirped.

Kyle didn’t want to respond, so he stayed silent, just staring down at his hand as it moved up and down on Greg’s member, but MARCI again repeated the statement, with an added qualifier of “If you do not comply, corrective measures will be taken.”

Having experienced those several times, Kyle was in no mood to deal with them again.

“Do you like this?” Kyle asked, looking up into Greg’s eyes for the first time since he started.

“Uh, yeah,” Greg shuddered as Kyle continued to move his hand up and down.

“Good,” Kyle continued to work on the shaft.

“Very good, Mistress. You may now initiate fellatio.” MARCI stated.

“No,” Kyle whispered quietly.

“According to sources, this is the appropriate time to initiate.” MARCI stated.

“Yeah, if you’re Darla…” Kyle thought to himself.

“If you do not comply…” MARCI started, but Kyle tuned her out.

“Yeah, yeah, corrective measures will be taken.” Kyle thought.

Looking at Greg’s crotch, with his dainty, manicured fingers stroking Greg’s penis, what was the big deal if he sucked it? Kyle wasn’t curious, mind you, he could never be curious, but if MARCI was going to **** him to do it anyway, didn’t it make more sense to take that power away from her? And it won’t be like it was with MARCI, Greg would never be that rough with him. Kyle involuntarily licked his lips as he leaned down, opening his mouth to take Greg into it, noticing first a musky taste.

Kyle’s head bobbed up and down on Greg’s penis, repeatedly. Greg put a hand on Kyle’s head to guide him, but Kyle didn’t need much guidance, practically going on auto-pilot thanks to MARCI’s lessons and the subliminals. In fact, it was the lack of having to think about it that brought Kyle’s mind reeling as he came to his senses. What had he been thinking? He couldn’t really be sucking another guy’s dick, could he? He had to stop this, he had to…

“Oh, Kylie, I’m gonna!” Greg grunted as he climaxed.

Before Kyle could pull away, Greg released his load into Kyle’s mouth. Kyle nearly started to gag as he quickly pulled himself off of Greg’s member. He started to spit out what he could onto the grass as he felt the sticky substance coating his lips and the musky taste of his seed in his mouth.

“Kylie, are you okay?” Greg quickly shuffled himself back into his shorts and put a reassuring hand on Kyle’s shoulder.

“I’m fine,” Kyle swallowed hard. “I just need a few minutes.”

“Take as much time as you need,” Greg handed Kyle a napkin, which he used to furiously wipe his lips.

Thankfully, he seemed to have taken all of it in his mouth and none of it got onto the blanket, or either of their clothes. Kyle had wandered away from the picnic setup to lean against a nearby tree and take in the sunset.

“You did very well, Mistress.” MARCI stated. “You may finish this encounter however you’d like.”

Was MARCI rewarding him for blowing Greg? Is that what happens when he doesn’t resist as much? It was getting harder to think rationally as the days went on, as he kept getting beaten down by everything.

“Hey, thought you might want a drink…” Greg said, coming up behind Kyle with a glass. “It’s water, don’t worry.”

“Thanks,” Kyle took the glass and took a large sip of water, swishing it around his mouth, before swallowing, hoping to get rid of the taste.

“That was really great, but you really didn’t have to,” Greg said.

“That’s what you think…” Kyle muttered.

“Huh?”

“Nothing,”

“I had some other stuff planned for the evening, are you still up for that?” Greg asked. “Although this was one of them,”

Greg motioned out towards the sunset and put his arm around Kyle again.

“It’s almost as beautiful as you,”

Kyle blushed, involuntarily of course, because he was embarrassed to be seen like this, not because Greg’s comment felt nice to hear. Although maybe a little.

Kyle considered Greg’s question. MARCI did say he could finish the night however *he* wanted, right? What did Kyle want to happen next?