Ripping out the Foundations

Knowing it's probably a terrible idea, I turn back to Jack. When he realizes I still haven't left, he looks up at me, confusion and the tiniest glimmer of hope on his face. Bad idea. Bad idea, I think to myself with every step I take back to the couch.

"Put your pants back on," I say. Without looking at him, I sit down next to him as he yanks his boxers and jeans back over his finally-softening cock. Goodbye, you magnificent bastard. Nope. Focus, Alicia. "Right. I think, on behalf of all women, I need to set the record straight on a few things for you. Number one: women aren't biologically submissive, or whatever you said. Like, where the fuck did you even -"

"I mean, the scientific evidence is pretty -"

I raise my eyebrows, and he trails off quickly. "Was this 'scientific evidence' presented by a man?" The sheepish look on his face answers for him. "There you go. Okay. Number two: before you do anything that might push someone's boundaries - during or outside of sex - check they're okay with it first. If you don't, you're a dickhead. That's, like, kindergarten stuff."

Jack looks at the floor, his sandy hair covering his eyes. He looks like someone kicked his dog.

I press on. "Number three: yes, some girls like to be dominated. Other girls like to be the one in control. Most girls, it depends on the day. You can always ask. Like, 'do you want me in charge', or 'do you want me to bend you over and fuck you until you scream'. That's hot. Just grabbing a girl and bending her over is not."

He looks up at that, and I can tell from the look in his eye he's mentally noting that one down for later. I suppress my smirk. Guess I have that to look forward to at some point. "So ... what do you like?" he asks, turning his soft brown gaze to me.

My heart hammers in my chest. I **** my voice to stay level. "I like it when men treat me right. With respect."

"Really?" He shifts half an inch closer to me, his gaze flicking down to my lips. "Because we both know how wet you get when I hypnotize you. You want it."

I flush. "Th-that ... those are exceptional circumstances." Fuck this traitorous body, now is not the time to be getting turned on.

He leers at me and puts his mouth right next to my ear. "So if I said I was going to make you fuck me and then take another load all over your face, you wouldn't get wet at all?"

I bite my lip. Fuck. I hate getting cum on my face, but the thought of being hypnotized to do it has me weak in the knees. And every other part of my body, for that matter. I shake my head, trying to resist his voice in my ear.

Jack hesitates, then pulls back and gives me an apologetic smile. "Right, sorry. At least I asked this time, right?"

Fuck. The one time I want him to do something without consent, he actually does the right thing. Goddammit.

"Yeah, you're learning," I smile nervously. Biting my lip, I brush my sweaty hair behind my ear and glance sideways at him. He's staring at the floor again. Brooding. And suddenly, it was sexy. Fuck. "Um, actually, I'm gonna complicate it a bit. Youabsolutelydidtherightthing Ididn'tsayyessoyoudidn'tdoanything butthatwasthehottestshitandIneedyoutohypnotizemerightnow."

He looks up at me, blinking in confusion. "What?"

"Do it. Fucking put me under. You did the right thing, like, you didn't have consent so you didn't do anything, but now you do because that turned me the fuck on," I say, a little slower. His eyebrows rise up his forehead as he follows along with my words. Still, he doesn't move. "Come on, man. Do -"

"Blank!"

SNAP

My voice dies in my throat as all my thoughts go perfectly still. I'm frozen. Weightless. Back in my comfortable, empty void.

"Good girl. Empty and mindless for me." His soothing voice echoes in my mind. "I want to take you even deeper, now. You want that too, don't you? To become even emptier, even more obedient. The thought turns you on, doesn't it?"

Yes. Heat rises between my legs as I imagine what it would feel like to go even deeper.

"Picture a lake, Alicia. A vast, dark lake in front of you. You're standing on the shore, ready to enter, your toes in the sand. You know that the water will sap all your thoughts and all your resistance. Once you enter, you will be completely empty. Devoid of everything that makes you, you. Instead, all that will remain will be obedience to me."

I breathe in deeply. The smell of the lake fills my nostrils.

"Step forward. Feel the water come up to your ankles. Feel your resistance draining away."

I obey.

"Another step, up to your knees now."

I obey again. The water laps at my legs, taking the thoughts that had squirrelled away out of sight like a duster takes away cobwebs.

"Another step, up to your waist. The water is comforting, isn't it? The further in you go, the further you want to go. Deeper into trance. Deeper into submission. Deeper into obedience."

I obey. Deeper.

"Take another step, Alicia. Let the water rise up your chest, to your shoulders. You're so nearly there. Almost completely empty. When I snap my fingers, you will submerge yourself completely in the water, in obedience. You want this, don't you?" His voice and the water are the only things in existence right now. I wait. I know what's coming.

SNAP

I step forward, and the water rushes over my head. Any last thoughts are gone in a second. I live only to obey.

"I'm going to give you a new trigger, Alicia. I think you're going to like it." A chuckle echoes in my mind. "Whenever I snap my fingers and say '**** Mode', you will obey any command given to you. Unless you are in trance, you will remain fully conscious, and completely yourself. You will be able to think as yourself, speak as yourself, and even act as yourself - however, you will be completely unable to resist any commands. You will continue obeying any commands until I snap my fingers and say '**** Mode Off'. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I say into the void. The void chuckles back.

"Good girl. I'm going to wake you up now, but this trigger will remain buried in your mind. When you wake, all it will take to put you into that obedient state will be those two words, '**** Mode', and a snap of my fingers. Now, feel yourself rising out of trance, in three ... two ... one ... Wake."

SNAP

I open my eyes. I don't even remember when I closed them. Biting my lip, I look at Jack as I tremble with anticipation. Did it work? I mean, judging by all previous attempts, probably, but I can't wait to find out.

"How do you feel?" Jack asks. An infectious smirk plays across his lips.

Smirking back at him, I fake a nonchalant shrug. "Fine. Not desperately horny, or anything."

"No? That's good," he says as he ruffles his hair a little. He leans back with an air of easy confidence. "Strip and let me take a photo of you."

He wants a photo of me naked? I thought he was just going to make me fuck him the way he wanted. Suddenly a little scared of what I've gotten myself into, I stay on the couch, blushing slightly.

Jack grins, He's toying with me. "Oh, of course! I forgot. **** Mode."

SNAP

The snap of his fingers sends a jolt of pleasure through me, but beyond that, I don't feel any different. I raise an eyebrow.

He repeats the command. "Strip. Then let me take a photo of you."

My body moves on its own, standing up and untying both parts of my bikini before I can process what's happening. "Holy shit," I mutter. Naked, I quickly cover myself up with my hands before Jack can pull out his phone and aim it at me. "Hey, uh, I'm not super comfortable taking nudes," I blush.

He smirks around the phone at me. "Yeah, I can tell. Stop covering yourself up and do something sexy."

My hands go to my hips, and I turn around and stick my ass out a little, looking over my shoulder at the camera. The whole sensation is extremely strange. I'm still in control of my muscles, but his commands override my brain into doing whatever he asks. I'm both in control, and a ****. And my god does it turn me on.

"This is so weird," I say as I hear his camera click.

He grins at his phone, then turns it around to show me. There I am, posing for the camera, with a sliver of sideboob, a hint of nipple, and my ass on full display. Damn, I did not realize how tight my butt was. "What do you think?"

"You're gonna delete that, right?"

"Why would I do that?" He leers at me, daring me to challenge him.

I narrow my eyes and grab the phone out of his hand, but before I can delete the photo, he holds up a hand.

"Stop," he says. I freeze, my thumb barely half an inch away from the delete button. "Take a selfie, including your tits, then give it back."

Instantly, I find myself obeying. I flip to the camera app and, holding up the phone to get a better angle, smile and snap a photo of myself holding up a peace sign. This time, my small, perky boobs are the focal point of the picture. "Fuck you, Jack," I say, although really I'm more angry at myself for not being able to resist as I hand him back the phone.

Jack grins. "Are you sure it's not turning you on?"

I give him the middle finger. Inwardly, though ... I might be loving this. Those photos are proof of his absolute control over me, and my arousal is starting to drown out the fear.

He just laughs, his soft brown eyes raking over my body. "Careful, Alicia. Keep giving me attitude and I might make you do something you'll regret." He holds my gaze, his eyes sparkling.

My knees quiver with need at the threat. Do it, I beg silently. Prove I'm your ****. Instead, I **** myself to stay calm and sit down next to him, placing my hand on his thigh. "Oh yeah? Like what?" I smirk. The bulge in his pants twitches slightly as I run my hand up towards it.

His soft brown eyes linger on mine, sparkling and pulling me in like a black hole, then jump to my lips. "Kiss me," he whispers.

I was already halfway there before his command kicked in, but now my body surges forward and presses my lips to his. I moan into his mouth and straddle his lap once more. Unable to get enough, I grind myself on his bulge, and I can feel my own wetness start to soak through his pants. Moaning, I giggle between kisses. "This doesn't feel like much of a punishment."

Jack laughs and grabs my ass with both hands. I bite my lip, revelling in the feeling of him enjoying my body, and reach down to his pants. Once again, I work them down his legs and giggle as his cock comes free. The condom that I rolled on earlier is all twisted and out of place from him losing his erection earlier, so I gently take it off and reach down for a fresh wrapper.

"Stop."

I freeze, my fingers halfway through closing around one of the condoms on the floor. An icicle of trepidation lances through me. "Jack, don't make me fuck you raw. Please. I'm not on any birth control."

His eyes briefly flash with a lustful hunger, but it disappears just as quickly, replaced with wide-eyed realization. "Shit, sorry. Uh ... Ok, you can continue."

My fingers unfreeze. Thank Christ. Picking up the wrapper, I sit back up and tear it open, avoiding his gaze.

"Actually," he says, a sly grin appearing on his face. I look up at him warily. "Suck my dick first."

"Hey!" I try to protest, but I'm already sinking to my knees and leaning in. "Wai - mmf!" My lips wrap around his head, and I bob on him as I work my tongue around his tip. Damn it! All I wanted was to have my pussy pounded again. I glare up at him, although the effect is probably ruined by the enormous cock in my mouth.

Jack laughs smugly and grabs a handful of my hair. "Sorry, what were you saying?" he leers as he guides me further down his shaft.

I try to swear at him, but it comes out completely muffled as my mouth continues to slide up and down his length. Instead, I make my meaning clear with both my middle fingers.

He just grins, too busy enjoying the pleasure of my tongue swirling around his head to bother with retaliating. Watching me, he tilts his head as if a thought just occurred to him. "Do you like sucking my cock, Alicia? Does it turn you on?"

I hesitate, then give him a slight nod.

"Touch yourself."

My hand starts rubbing my clit before I can react, and I moan around his shaft as pleasure courses through my body. His sheer dominance and the unquestioning obedience of my own body had me primed and trembling with anticipation, and I quiver as my fingers turn all that potential into a rising tide of bliss. I don't even have to think about it - the commands have me on autopilot, so I can focus on the pleasure.

One of my fingers slides into my dripping wet entrance. I groan and arch my back. My mind feels like it's leaking, with all my rationality being **** out by the steady swell of sexual satisfaction. I'm loving this. Enslaved, obedient, completely devoid of any choice except to take all this pleasure. It feels right.

"Holy shit," Jack whispers. His face is flushed and sweaty, and he can't keep his eyes off me. I ram him down my throat over and over again, even while my body writhes obscenely. "Holy shit, I'm gonna cum."

I look up at him as his face contorts with ecstasy. He gasps, and his cock starts to twitch in my mouth as I continue sliding my lips up and down. The salty taste of thick, sticky cum fills my mouth. It's only when he stops pulsing that his command finally wears off, and I sit back. A few drops of cum dribble onto my chest as I moan, still rubbing myself furiously.

Jack watches in a daze, his mouth slightly open. I moan a question at him, still unable to open my mouth for fear of spilling more semen all over myself. I want to spit it out, but I can't stop touching myself for long enough to get to my feet with sparks of pleasure running haywire throughout my body.

He finally realizes what I'm asking and grins wickedly. "Swallow."

Fuck. I gulp down his cum, feeling the sticky cream sliding down my throat. The depravity of it pushes me closer to the edge, and I push another finger into my pussy. "Damn it, Jack," I whimper.

"Are you close?" he asks, leaning over me.

I nod and bite my lip to stifle a moan.

"Cum."

SNAP

The dam finally bursts, and bliss rushes through me. I twitch, a hand over my mouth to stop myself from moaning. Jack watches me the whole time, until I finally lie back, my knees aching and my chest heaving. "Fuck," I gasp. An exhausted yet satisfied grin spreads across my face as I look up at him. "God, that turns me on."

He laughs. "Uh, yeah, I noticed. **** Mode Off."

"Thanks." I crawl onto the couch next to him and sink into the leather. Still completely out of breath, I glance sideways at him and point at the half-opened condom wrapper. "Didn't want to use that?"

"I got a bit caught up with your ... uh ..." He shrugs slightly and pulls his pants up, avoiding my eyes. I pout, watching that beautiful - although now sadly soft - cock disappear.

"You mean my blowjob skills?" I grin. Scooping the spilled cum from my chest, I lick my finger clean. After swallowing his load, a few drops weren't so bad, and it was worth it to see him squirm in discomfort. Was he seriously embarrassed, now? After all that?

"Um. Yeah." He reaches for his shirt, still not looking at me. Before he can put it on, I yank it out of his hand and put it behind my back. His eyes flash as he finally puts his soft gaze on me again. "What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same question," I say, tilting my head. The air was suddenly buzzing with tension, and I had no idea why. "We've both just had a lovely orgasm - why are you acting weird all of a sudden?"

He stammers for words for a second, and I have to acknowledge the absurdity of it. I'm the one who's naked and currently digesting a load of his cum, and he's the one lost for words? Hanging his head, he takes a deep breath, as if psyching himself up. Then he looks me in the eye, and it suddenly makes sense.

"Do you want to go out with me?"

Oh. I really should have seen that coming.