The subjugated

You think about how hot it would be to be dominated so completely, your mind numbed by the power of the controller. Driven insane by horniness, wanting nothing but to be fucked. Your free hand starts to palm your meagre breasts, and your schlicking moves faster and faster. You're so close. It's only when the protagonist drives his former best friend to a screaming orgasm that you cum, hard, harder than you have in a while. You don't scream, barely, but you gasp out your pleasure, barely above a strained whisper. Your hand and chair are completely covered in your juice, but you have little mind to care, breathing hard in the afterglow.

The aftershocks make you shudder for a minute or two more, before you feel intensely satisfied. A feeling of sleepyness washes over you, and in a daze you turn off your computer and collapse onto your nearby bed, not even bothering to cover up. With that, sleep overtakes you.

You wake up the next morning feeling satisfied and smelling of sex. Oh, you're going to have to clean your chair off later, but right now you need to get ready for school! You have time for a quick shower, gathering up your clothes and dashing across the hall, not really worrying if your mother sees you. She's the only person you live with, after all. In the shower you resist the urge to continue last night's debauchery, suppressing those thoughts with slight regret. There's just no time! Your shower quickly finished, you towel yourself off and dry your hair neatly, putting it into your usual style. You dress into your plain, body hiding clothes and put on your glasses, before looking in the mirror. Yep, plain as always. You puy on the tiniest bit of makeup before heading downstairs, grabbing some toast and a sandwich that your mother left for you, before giving her a kiss on the cheek and heading off. Your drive to school is uneventful, almost boring, and as you hop out of your car you look around the same boring school. But does something seem different today?