A new fetish

Hiumi P.O.V.

I came to on the subway. Wow Master had hypnotized me! What did he say to me while I was under, I wonder? Did he give me any suggestions? God I wish he slipped some commands into my brain while I was blank and open! That would be so fucking hot! I look down to see my outfit is the same one from when I was at LeBlanc, still soaked with my Master’s seed. Oh god, just feeling master’s cum against my skin sends a warm tingle down my spine.

My hands instinctively went up to grab my tits. This time they did touch my sensitive nipples. I’m not breaking the rules, I’m not stimulating myself. Stimulation requires movement, and I’m just holding my hands here, unmoving. Then I look around at the other passengers and I know what suggestions Master gave me.

They all see My hands on my tits, they all see my soaked shirt, and most importantly of all they smell my master’s scent on me. A dirty needy little slut. Their reactions, they give me . . . sensations. Every look of disgust they gave me made me feel fingers stroking and teasing my slit.

Every utterance of “Can you believe that whore?” or “She’s such a slut” or “Man what a cum hungry bitch!” made me feel fingers being pumped into my cunt. The phantom teasing made it so I could barely think straight, but the little mental faculty I did have told me Master hypnotized me to feel pleasure when I showed people I was a slut, and every time I had that thought I felt a tongue on my twat. That made my back arch and my eyes roll, which only heightened their reactions.

I was in an infinite feedback loop of pleasure, and I was loving every second of it. I need to feel this all the time, I need to show everyone I’m a slut. I need to buy tighter shirts, shorter skirts. People need to know I’m not just a slut but a slutslave! I need to determine how to enslave Ann, Makoto, and Haru so Master will give me a collar and I can wear it everywhere I go!

Somewhere in my horny haze I realized I was walking, I wasn’t on the train anymore I was walking out of the station, towards my neighborhood. While the part of me that’s addicted to my pussy would have loved to stay on the train and drift in my arousal all night long, the part of me that’s a loyal **** girl to Master knew he wanted me to go home. When my stop came, my legs picked me up and carried me away without any participation from my conscious mind.

Once I did have control back though my walking quickly turned into speed-walking, which then turned to running, to sprinting down the streets. Deep in the core of my mind I knew Master had a beuaghtiful surprise waiting for me at my apartment. I walked in, closed the door, and the second I finished turning the lock it began.

My orgasm exploded out of me and refused to cease. I tried walking to my bedroom, but the inexorable pleasure rendered me unable to move after three steps. The feeling of my pulsing pussy sending my cum seeping down my legs made my legs feel wobbly and weak. I fell onto my hands and knees, and I just kept cuming. I collapsed face first onto the hard wood floor and I just. kept. cuming. I moved my hand to my throat, felt nothing but skin, and felt empty. That was my last thought before I passed out.