The truth... kind of...

I sighed. "Well... It's not..." Jaz got up and looked at me. "Did you?" "Jaz, look. You did notice how Fittie cowered before me?" She nodded but she obviously didn't know, where I was going with that. "He fears me, because I... How to explain it? ... I made him see things, that weren't real. Most of the things I did to him I could do, because he fears me." "That's not what I meant, D! You made him... He cannot cum, cannot even get hard. And you made him cum from anal. You made him... like it, sort of." "Jaz, that's... It's like I rewired his brain or something. He didn't really like it, he just can't help the fact that this the only way to get pleasured." "And? Did you do that to me?" "What do you mean? Today? If I made you want to have anal sex?" "Oh you did that. By Fucking Fittie into submission. That was hot." She smiled at me. "But that's not what I meant either. You know... Did you make me like giving head?" I blushed, I felt it. The red hot heat rushing to my face. "You did?!?" "No! I mean... No. Not..." "Not what?" "Jaz no. I... I swear, I did not do to you, what I did to Fittie." "How am I to believe you?" "I... You just would have noticed. I mean, I may have nudged you in the right direction, but I swear, I did not do to you what I did to Fittie."

She layed down again, caressing my body, letting her hand slide downwards over my chest, my belly and to my now deflated cock. I felt the warmth of her face close to my ear as she again whispered to me, "If you did, I'm glad about it. I fucking love giving you head. Your cock swelling in my mouth." Now she began to gently and slowly stroke my flaccid cock. "The heat when you get hard in my mouth. Your glans rubbing over my tongue. Your taste filling my mouth. The warm, soft skin of your shaft between my lips. The twitching of your enormous cock, when you cum. The **** of your eruptions. The feeling, when you fill my mouth with your hot cum. The taste of it, salty and hot, how it dominates my sensation, pushing every other tatse aside. And when I swallow and it runs down my throat... Hmmm. I know I have a part of you inside me." By now, her dirty talk had me almost hard again. "Look at you. Ready to go again?" I shrugged, "what can I say? You're hot as fuck. And the way you talk lately..." "I want it so badly. Your taste. I want to feel you cum down my throat."

She started to kiss my neck and climbed over me, as if she wanted to straddle me. Then she made her way down, her perky Nipples and the soft flesh of her small tits sweeping down my body and then to either side of my now fully erect cock. I spread my legs, so she could kneel between them as she opened her mouth and directed the tip of my cock into her warm, wet oral cavity. Immediately her tongue took over and I felt it swooshing around my sensitive foreskin. Her hands helped to slowly pull my skin back and lay my still very sensitive glans bare for her tounge to pleasure. When she had it fully pulled back, she let one hand stay at my shaft, gently stroking it with rotating movements. The other hand cupped my balls. I expected her to deepthroat me any second, but she concentrated on my glans. She even kept eye contact, something she eventually did but this time she did it almost the whole time.

Ah, I recognize that look on your face. Yes, this would have given me the opportunity to enter her mind more easily, but I still hadn't fully recovered. Sure I could have drained her through our very intimate skin contact. And to be honest with you, yes you got me here. I thought about it. I could have at least tried to tease her memory about our conversation, making her believe I never manipulated her but I decided against it. I admit it, I was driven more out of curiousity than anything else. Fittie was, I was sure about that, at all time fully aware of my, rewiring his body to be unable to sport an erection and being only able to cum through anal penetration. And he hated it. That was part of his punishment. Jaz on the other hand had never been "rewired" in such a manner. I had merely suggested to her to like giving head, subconsciously. She apparently was not aware of my manipulation and when she found out, she had no problems accepting it. I concluded it was easier, to make people do and enjoy stuff if the were more inclined to do or like it anyway, while it took some serious effort to and a whole different level of interaction to make people do or in this case like stuff, they originally hated. Of course I did that, to silence my bad conscience. This way, I could convince myself to believe that Jaz had always been cum hungry blowjob goddess and I merely help d her accept her true nature.

And what a goddess she was! Skilled and without shame. Self-confidend she looked into my eyes as she lift herself up from my cock until only the very top remained in her mouth. Her tongue played with my frenulum as she slid around my glans and then kissed her way down my lengthy shaft all the way to my balls. I especially enjoyed getting my balls licked. It wasn't as intense a feeling as getting my cock sucked but it was very special nonetheless. It felt as if she was begging and gently massaging my balls to go into overdrive. I had two really big orgasms today, so I was sure my third climax would yield significantly less cum but with the soft skin of her lips and the deft movements of her tongue, I could almost feel my reserves replenish. Well, at least it felt that way... While she went to work on my balls, she kept stroking my shaft with a firm grip and her intense, rotating movements, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. I could feel my face contort in pleasure from time to time and every time she responded with a smile.

At some point I took her striking hand in my hand. She immediately stopped her movements, but I shook my head. "No. Please don't stop." I then pushed her fingers closer together with my hand. "Just a tighter grip." She understood and gripped even tighter when she started stroking again. "Are you close?" I looked at her and nodded. Without any delay she hurried back up and put my cock back into her mouth. I smiled at her and layed one hand on her head, as she kept sucking me off. I felt no need to hold back. And when my orgasm approached, I just looked her in the eye and nodded again. She increased her pace and I just let go. It felt so good. It was an orgasm just for me. I wasn't claiming anyone, not fucking anyone into submission. It was just pure pleasure, self purpose. Well, for me it was. Jaz was surely after my cum, but that was secondary in that moment. I felt my cock starting to twitch and as Jaz wanted to forcefully stroke through my climax, I stopped her. She loosened her grip on my shaft, her head stood still. Just her tongue licked at my frenulum as I came. She waited patiently for my orgasm to end. Despite of being my third orgasm today, I pumped around ten good spurts into her mouth. I didn't expect that, and neither did she. With every spurt I could see the smile on her face grow until I was really done and the twitching stopped. She then ran her finger along the downside of my cock, getting the last drops out of it. Only then she came up and opened her mouth for me to see: there was a huge puddle of thick white cum mixed with her saliva. Her hair was still a mess, yet she still looked flawless and extremely alluring. The look was absolutely stunning and it became even more so, when she ostentatiously swallowed the whole load in one big gulp.

"Thank you." She said. I couldn't answer. I was just enjoying my sexual bliss and couldn't believe how my life had changed. She then came back up and snuggled against me and we shared a deep and intimate kiss, the taste of my cum still lingering in her mouth. It was very sexy. An undeniable sign of what she had done and that she fully accepted me sexually. I sighed as I slowly came down. Suddenly Jaz jumped up, she stood close to the bed, pulled her panties back on and grabbed her phone. Then she layed down again. "Everything okay" I asked. "Hmm? Oh yeah. I just received a text earlier and wanted to check it." She fiddled with the screen of her mobile while I closed my eyes and just enjoyed being alive when all of a sudden the girl next me broke out in laughter. I turned around. "What is it?" Jaz was curling up and snorting with laughter. I looked at her. "What?" She looked at me and wanted to say something, but she shook her head before she could form a word and burst out into laughter again. "Jaz? You okay?" She tried again to say something but every time she just cracked with laughter. After her third fruitless attempt, she unlocked her phone and handed it to me. Curling up with laughter again. I looked at the screen. She had a message from Fittie: "I have done as you asked, Mistress." Followed by a photo of himself. He was standing nakedly in front of a mirror in what appeared to be his bedroom. His body was, apart from his head, completely hairless. His arms, legs, chest and of course his pubic area had been cleanly shaven. The next picture showed his ass crack which was also cleanly shaven. Then there was another text. "Mistress, I hope is to your liking. May I kindly request to be fucked by you and the Master again soon, Mistress?"

Now I had to laugh too. I handed the phone back to her. "I can't believe he did it. He really shaved everything AND texted you a picture." Jazz still giggled. "Yes, and have you noticed, how pathetically small his dick is in that picture?" I laughed again. "No I haven't. I didn't bother to look at it." She unlocked the phone again. "You're missing out. No really take a look!" She was right. His dick seemed even smaller in this picture. "Weird. It seems to be shrinking." "Did you do that?" "No?... At least, I don't think so... Do you... I mean... No way!" Jaz looked at me. "You don't know?" "Apparently I can do mind tricks but altering... People's bodies? How should that even work?" "Well how do suppose your mind tricks work?" She had a point but I still wasn't convinced and that seemed to show. "Know what? Let's ask him" she said started typing right away. "Yo asshole, is you dick shrinking?" Seconds after she sent the message, Fittie had read it. Yet there was no immediate response.

We decided to call it a night. Jaz was going to stay the night although that meant she had to get up earlier than usual. But that was okay with me. When we were ready to go to sleep, Jaz plugged in her mobile and noticed she had another text. "I don't know yet, Mistress. Maybe. Do you expect it to shrink, Mistress?" She smirked. "I don't know. Send me a picture now and another one tomorrow morning." A moment later Jaz received another picture. An unimpressive small and limp dick laying in the palm of an average sizes hand. Its length seemed to stretch out just over half the palm, from the little finger just not quite reaching the index finger. She looked at it and frowned her brow. "Hard to say", she said. Then she slid unter the blanket. We held each other in our arms kissing intimately in the dark, before we let go of one another and drifted towards sleep.