Getting a feel for control

You had a lot of possibilities with Willow's body at your remote command, after being given this opportunity so readily. Since it was all so sudden, there was really no time to process the depths that you could go to alter Willow's movements as you saw fit. For now, what felt good was to just let your subconscious desires take over.

Willow strutted towards you, hands slipping behind her back as her upper body presented those massive breasts proudly to you, a smile still plastered on Willow's face. Strangely enough, the way she moved now, the expression, it made you forget who exactly she was--in a way, this was like someone else who also had purple hair, because you'd never really seen anything quite like this from the woman before you. She waited patiently for your next move.

You reached out with your hands to glide along Willow's breasts, gripping softly, and then rougher over time. Willow cooed, tilting her head back, but staying still otherwise for you to do what you wanted. The moment you thought you might like to instead reach from behind to get a better angle, Willow automatically adjusted, turning around and pressing her back to you, lifting her arms out again so you could easily reach underneath and up at the chest, to jiggle and tease those mounds of flesh. It was all simple, small things, but happening exactly how you pictured them: the way she canted her hips to the side, the look she gave you as she turned her head slightly to peer back into your eyes, her lips just slightly opened to exhale breathily, each one of those little movements was born in your head just fractions of a moment before she did them, but it helped really solidify the situation.

"You know, I don't think I should keep Willow fully locked away, I think we should still have a chat," You said out loud, via Willow's lips, just as you were testing your psychic command of all things related to her. In this state, Willow was an extension of yourself, but you realized things were a little quiet at the moment.

With another thought, you altered how you wanted your control to be configured, and Chloe quickly responded. You still controlled the body, the expressions on Willow's face, nearly everything. However, Willow was able to speak now--filtered through the emotional projection you've placed on her face. They would be her words, but morphed to match how she looks.

"This is incredible," Willow finally says, her voice more a sultry purr than her typical barely-audible whimper. "I've been trying to move for the past few minutes, I can't do so much as blink my eyelids on my own." She turns back to face you, her mouth again upturned in a teasing grin as her gaze looks lovingly at you. "All I want to do is run and hide in my room, but I can't. I can't do a thing. I really am stuck to your control, and it's incredibly terrifying in a way of just how easily I'm manipulated by you." Hearing Willow say those words in this playful, sensual manner sent you mixed signals. The trouble was, one of those signals was your own... so you had to interrogate Willow further. Although, while you did, you still kept your hands roaming her body, now trailing down to tease at the hem of her panties.

"Terrifying? That sounds like maybe this is more than you thought you could handle?"

"It's terrifying, yes." Willow winked at you, stepping away as her hips swayed back and forth, before she began to slip out of the panties herself, the fabric sliding down her shapely legs, revealing Willow's full body to you. "But. I don't want it to stop. I don't ever know what to do with myself, especially when it comes to a relationship. I'm worried I'll screw it up, that I'll make someone mad, or that they'll be disappointed when I shy away from doing something. But now, I can't. I can't shy away, I literally cannot stop anything. Trust me, I've tried. If I had my own agency at the moment, we'd probably just be watching TV while I curled up in a different chair. That's where my mind wants me to go. But again, something about being totally controlled by you, to do exactly what you want, to be unable to do anything about it, feels amazing to me. I can't explain it, I don't want to. I just want to enjoy it. Like I said earlier, just no pain, and everything else you would want of me, you can have."

You listened carefully, as Willow came back to run her hands along your body now, her fingers making quick work of your belt and pants. Willow obviously knew where this was going, but externally she showed really no change in how she was behaving, to prevent whatever you quite literally had in mind. Instead, she chuckled. "I guess it's kind of funny that the only way I could do any of this with you was for you to vicariously become your own perfect girlfriend." That was the last words Willow said before she tugged down your boxers, found your shaft standing at attention, and plunged the length into her mouth swiftly. Her movements around your cock were strangely unnatural--precisely because as you slid further and further down her throat, she was adjusting based on what felt best to you, rather than what she knew to do with her body. In that moment, more than any other moment so far, she'd stopped being Willow, and became more a Willow-toy, having no other purpose but to bring you perfect pleasure. Her adjustments, and then her sliding her lips along your member with careful precision to match what felt best to you, seemed to make you forget she was anything but a machine to make you cum.

That was a strange, but possibly inspiring, thought. Now there were two conflicting ideas in your head. On one side, Willow--this sweet, shy girl who was now giving you a custom-tailored blowjob to precisely the right speed and pressure you wanted--had given you an opportunity before you made her into something else. You are your own perfect girlfriend, she said... what a weird thought, and that resonated in your mind. You could make Willow into precisely what you were looking for in your dating profiles that you'd written online, not just what she was doing right now but in every aspect. You could sculpt Willow into perfect companionship, where nobody would know that you'd created the perfect girl from scratch, rather than finding her.

And on the other side, here was this toy, sucking you off. No agency, almost at the moment devoid of humanity as she silently sucked at you, behaving solely for your benefit as a machine. You could keep her as just that, a living sex doll in a sense. You could have Willow do next to nothing but serve as your enjoyable second body. Her legs, hands, face, they would only do what was designed to heighten your pleasure, regardless of how strange they might be. You could have her pose in any position and wait for you to do whatever you want, and then when you're done with her, you could make her simply wait until the next time you were ready for her. Were you particularly cruel, you could make her stand at attention, unmoving, all day until it was time to eat, sleep, or please you. You shook your head a little as you thought about it. That sure took a dark turn...

But, Willow said basically that anything goes so long as no pain is involved, which is why you couldn't just seem to shrug off any potential opportunity if it was something you decided you actually did want. And it seemed like the more bizarre, the more Willow liked it. Maybe there was something to that, which was an opportunity you'd never get again...

You made a decision right as Willow latched her hands to your waist and pushed you as far in her as you could go, right as you came in her throat. You knew what you wanted your customized Willow to be.