Whatever He Wants

It seemed impossible, but Sasha Banks' nude body was even more beautiful in the flesh. Relieved of her shirt and pants, every inch of her succulent flesh bared to the world, all while she wore a mask of utter emptiness, unblinking eyes staring into space.

Nick Bird gawked at her in disbelief, burning the image of the mindless, complacent Sasha Banks squatting before him into the deepest recesses of his mind. He never wanted to forget this. He held up his phone and said, "Okay, Sasha. Say it again, just like I told you."

"Yes, Master."

Sasha's tone still had not changed, even after Nick confirmed his power over her, even after he ordered her to strip, hungrily inspecting every inch of her body. She remained as still and empty as a doll, as obedient and submissive as a well-trained pet. She truly was his, in every way.

"I am sorry for insulting you and running away from you earlier, Master." Sasha intoned in her monotonous voice, repeating words well rehearsed by now. One hand gently grazed the folds of her pussy while she spoke, fingertips softly brushing against them. "I was not disgusted by your erection, by your big, thick cock getting hard at the sight of me. That was a lie. I was deeply turned on that you found me attractive and I had to run away in shame. You made me so horny, Master. I spent the rest of the day fingering my hot slit, fantasizing about you and your cock. I am so happy to be here, with you."

"Is this everything you hoped for, oh dearest Master?" The genie, R'rana, chimed in. She had mostly been content to observe Nick and Sasha, watching intently with a big smile on her face.

"Uh... yeah. This is..." Nick swallowed, looking at Sasha, perfectly still and empty, awaiting her next command. He knew this wasn't her. That what she just said wasn't her words or thoughts. They were his, spoken with her mouth. Everything about Sasha right now was just Nick's obsessive, horny mind projecting onto her body, like a toy or a puppet.

He looked at her body. Pert breasts, flowing curves, wiry muscles. Then her face, soft lips and empty eyes. The back at his phone, replaying what he just recorded, rehearing her words once more.

"I am so happy to be here, with you."

"This is amaizng, R'rana!" Nick knew all that, but right now, he didn't care. He just wanted Sasha.

R'rana giggled, smiling growing, teeth shining in the light. "Oh, perfect! I do love it, seeing mortals satisfied with my powers and their wishes. Speaking of, do you have anything in mind for your second wish?"

Nick did. He had something in mind for his second, this third, his fourth... it felt like he had a hundred wishes he wanted granted right now. But that was just the hormones talking, the thrilling high he was on. He needed to come down and focus for the time being.

And he also needed to enjoy his first wish a little while longer.

"Nothing right now, R'rana. But you'll be the first to know when I do."

"As you say, my beloved Master." R'rana giggled again and bowed. "I will be by your side, waiting for your next wish."

Nick nodded and turned back to the other beautiful girl in his apartment. "Sasha, stand up and come over here."

"Yes, Master." If her body ever ached while holding that squat for so long, Sasha said nothing. Instantly, she stood to full height and strode over to Nick, facing him, barely a foot away. She still smelt wonderful, the same dark, smoky scent from earlier in the day. "How may I serve, Master?" Nick inhaled deeply. His cock was so hard right now it was hurting him.

"I want you to say 'I love Nick Bird'." Nick ordered. His mouth suddenly felt quite dry, standing near Sasha.

"I love Nick Bird." Sasha parroted immediately.

"Next say, 'Nick Bird is the sexiest man alive'."

"Nick Bird is the sexiest man alive."

This continued for some time, Nick once more filling Sasha's mind and mouth with his words, his thoughts. The beautiful wrestler all too eager to repeat them without question.

"I would do anything for Nick." "I want to be Nick's wife." "I want to have Nick's babies." And on and on and on, until Nick felt dizzy. Overwhelmed. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, pounding in time with the throbbing in his penis and the aching headache pulsing away, too.

Nerves. He was nervous. He had (one of) his crush(es) at his beck and call, willing to do anything and everything, and he was nervous.

Now Nick was the one staring into space, as spent several minutes trapped in his own head. Awkward silence filled the air, prompting Sasha to speak without prompt. "What else can I do for you, Master? I am fully under your power."

"Yes, yes you are..." Nick muttered, absent-mindedly. Pound, pulse, throb. Pound, pulse, throb. Temptation was too great to resist. Pound. Pulse. Throb. It didn't matter if this wasn't Sasha Banks, because it was who Sasha Banks was now.

Sasha Banks was whatever Nick wanted her to be. That was the truth of the world.

"Sasha... I want to have sex with you. You... you want to have sex with me. I am the sexiest man alive. You want me. You need me. I am your everything. You whole world!"

"Yes, Master." For the first time, a flash of emotion appeared on Sasha's face, her limp, flat mouth curving slightly into a smile. She cocked her hips to the side, bringing her hands up, running them up the curves of her body, fingers tracing the curvature and shape of her breasts. Presenting herself to her man. "Please tell me what I can do for you, Master. You are the sexiest man alive. I want you. I need you. I will do anything for you, Nick."

It was the first time she had said his name without a direct command. As sexy as every word he had made Sasha say was, as sexy as it was to hear her call him "Master" over and over... the way she said his name sent a shiver up Nick's spine. His headache cleared, his dick burned hotter but hurt way less. He licked his lips and felt his heart settle down.

No more hesitation. Time to cross the Rubicon.