Testing... For Science!

The dawn of Friday brought with it not just the end of the work week but an intense, unfulfilled desire that had simmered since my last run-in with Mrs. Davies, that beguiling figure of authority and disdain. My urges had gone unattended, a fire banked but not extinguished. I harbored a silent wish for another encounter with her or her daughter, but throughout the week, no one had sparked my interest enough to use my newfound powers.

Work had been unexpectedly productive, the absence of Katy allowing me to dive back into the rhythm of office life, mastering new procedures and reconnecting with colleagues. It was a stark contrast to the chaos of my first day back, giving me a sense of control, at least in my professional life.

During breaks, the company of Christina and Esther was a small comfort. Despite the tension that still hung between Esther and me like a fine mist, we managed to keep our interactions civil. I'd tested her patience by calling Christina 'Chick', but she let it slide, perhaps due to some behind-the-scenes discussion.

After my ritualistic cold shower, I savored my morning coffee, watching the neighborhood awaken. My gaze landed on the movers at the Chapmans', stirring memories of old friendships with Donald, Danielle, and their son Greg, my childhood accomplice in all sorts of mischief until I settled down with Rosa.

Lost in reminiscence, I caught sight of Sarah, her red pixie cut a beacon among the morning crowd, heading towards the train station. "Today is a good day," I snickered, the decision made to pursue this opportunity.

The thought of jogging after her felt absurd, especially considering my huffing and puffing after a short sprint. "I'll find her at the station," I resolved, slightly embarrassed by my own physical limitations.At the station, I scoured the platform for her, finally spotting her just as the train pulled in. She was absorbed in her phone, oblivious to my presence until I was right beside her. Her surprise was almost comical, her eyes widening, a squeak escaping her lips as she instinctively moved to give up her seat. "Hi Sir," she mouthed, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. The influence of my earlier words on her was evident, even without her usual thumb ring.

Next to her sat a Goth girl, her appearance a stark contrast with dark makeup and an array of piercings. Her shirt, emblazoned with 'Feed me and tell me I’m spooky', was an ironic invitation. Her fingers, encased in fingerless gloves, lacked rings, but her septum, lip, and eyebrow piercings promised potential for my experiment.

Sarah, still on her phone, had fallen silent, her eyes darting to me, her blush deepening. My ego swelled at her flustered state, a clear sign my control over her persisted.

"Let's do this," I whispered to myself, discreetly unzipping my pants as I positioned myself in front of the Goth girl. Her eyes widened, focusing on my now semi-erect cock. I confirmed with a quick scan that only Sarah was aware of this unfolding scene, her gaze locked on me, her face a canvas of shock and arousal.

"Open your mouth," I murmured, guiding my member to her lips. She complied, her tongue stud sending shivers up my spine as she took me in. I examined her piercings with newfound appreciation, realizing their value extended beyond aesthetics.

Her technique was impressive, her warm mouth enveloping me, her gag reflex almost non-existent as I gently pushed deeper, feeling the tip of my cock graze the back of her throat. "You're quite the find," I acknowledged, holding her head in place for a moment.

Sarah, meanwhile, had abandoned her call, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her thighs subtly rubbing together. The sight of her, captivated by the act before her, was intoxicating.

Turning my attention back to the Goth girl, her moans grew louder, her enthusiasm palpable. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing ragged, she seemed to enjoy this more than I had anticipated. The sight of my cock bulging through her cheek was strangely erotic.

As I felt my climax building, I thrust more urgently into her mouth. My release came suddenly, my hot cum hitting the back of her throat. Pulling back, I watched her cough lightly before swallowing, her eyes rolling back in what looked like pleasure or submission.

"Very good, Spooky…" I said, zipping up as she showed me her clean mouth, a shy smile on her lips, her face still bearing the remnants of her makeup and my satisfaction.

The train reached my stop, and I turned to Sarah, her face painted with a mix of embarrassment and something darker. "Bye, Mr. Messer," she managed, her voice a breathy whisper as I stepped off the train, leaving both her and the Goth girl behind.

My mind buzzed with the implications of today's experiment. The ring's power was more profound, more insidious than I had allowed myself to believe, reshaping not just actions but desires. The thrill was intoxicating, yet beneath it, a sliver of unease wormed its way into my thoughts. How far would this spiral go? How deep would I delve into this abyss of control? But those questions were for another time; for now, the allure of power was too seductive to resist. Another day, another experiment, and my list of subjects for my 'scientific' inquisition grew ever longer.