Hypnosis - Release all inhibitions

Jack grunts, clearly enjoying the feeling of my ass grinding against his bulge. It takes him a few seconds before he can answer. "Well, it's actually something I've been working on for a long time. You know how we study neuroscience? Well this is why I wanted to." He picks up the box containing the object, opening it slightly so that I can see a little bit of its glow.

"Basically, I've programmed it to hijack the neurons. Anyone who looks at it is immediately put under a sort of spell, a spell that causes them to release all of their inhibitions. It also makes them much more susceptible to suggestion, which is why you so eagerly follwed my commands. Basically, you've been hypnotized."

I should be furious. I should be absolutely raging right now, doing everything I can to grab the object and destroy it. I should be running away from Jack, as fast as I can. "Cool!" I say instead, a big smile appearing on my face. I lean forward, craning my neck in an attempt to get a better look. "How did you manage to make this kind of thing?" I ask him.

"Ah, well... lots of time, energy, and practice. There's a reason I'm always in lab. But I hope you understand. This wouldn't make you do anything you didn't already want to, deep down inside. It allows you to be free, free of the societal limitations we put on ourselves." He starts rubbing my hair with one hand, the other coming around to grope my breasts. "See, if you actually wanted me to stop, you'd say so. But you don't want me to stop. Isn't that right, Red?"

I shudder as his hand gropes my breasts. Even through my bra I can feel his dextrous fingers, begging to rip my clothes off right then and there. "Fuck... you're right..." I say, in between soft moans. "I don't want you to stop. In fact..." I turn around to look into his blue eyes, "I want you to fuck the shit out of me."

Immediately we're entangled, a mess of limbs and fabric as we both try to tear each other's clothes off. He lifts me up with one hand, turning me around and placing me back down on his lap to face him. Our lips embrace, a thousand passionate kisses happening all at once. I push his lab coat off, my hands trailing down to his rock-hard abs. I trace them with my fingers, moaning as I do. I've never been with someone so fit, especially not my pudgy boyfriend.

He starts kissing my neck, sending more goosebumps all over my body. I moan loudly, unable to contain myself. I frantically pull my lab coat off, tossing it on the ground as we resume kissing. I feel his hands start pushing me downwards, and I know what he wants. I slide from his lap onto the cold floor, kneeling in front of him as my hands rub up and down his thighs. I look up at him seductively, before leaning forward and jamming my face against his crotch. I take a deep breath, inhaling his scent, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I sit back, looking up at him once more. "Jack, I need it."

"What do you need, slut?" Jack asks demandingly. "Also, you prefer to go by Slut now. And you can call me Daddy"

I moan loudly, pressing my face against his crotch one more time. "Fuck, I really like that Daddy. I think I'll really like being called Slut. Especially by you." I wink up at him. "But Daddy, I really really need it. I need... I need your cock. In my mouth. Now." He smiles. An offputting, almost evil smile that should have bothered me, if I weren't so **** to suck his dick. He reaches down and slowly starts to undo his fly. I clap in excitement. "Oh my god Daddy, thank you so much!! YAY, Daddy's cock!"

His underwear-covered erection starts peaking through his shorts. I reach up to free it, but I'm quickly met with a hard slap to the face. "No, Slut. No hands. A true slut doesn't need them." I feel my cheek start to turn red, my skin stinging from the forceful slap. A few minutes ago this type of pain would have had me bursting into tears, but now it only turns me on even more.

"Oh Daddy, you're so fucking hot. Can I at least finger myself while I suck you off?" He smiles down at me.

"No Slut. This is about my pleasure, not yours." He seems to consider something for a moment. "But if you want... I'll let you hump my flipflop while I facefuck you. Does that sound good?" He slides his right foot out of his flipflop.

"Ohmygod, YES Daddy that sounds amazing!!" I quickly grab the flipflop, placing it on the floor underneath me. My pussy is gushing, the fabric of the boring pink panties soaked as I start humping his flipflop. I moan loudly. "Fuck Daddy, this feels sooo good! Please fuck my face now!"

"With pleasure," he responds, pulling his underwear to the side. Immediately his cock springs out, almost slapping me in the face. It's actually not that long. In fact, I think it might be shorter than my boyfriend's. But I don't really care. Because it looks much thicker and it's uncut. I lick my lips as I continue humping the flipflop, so ready to have him in my mouth.

He grabs me roughly by the hair, pulling my face forward, slamming against his cock. "Open that mouth, Slut." I oblige, opening my mouth as wide as I can. He relaxes his grip slightly, lining his thick cock up with my mouth. I'm a little worried it won't fit, so I try to open even wider. He pulls forward once more, immediately stuffing his entire dick down my throat.

I gag as my eyes bulge and begin to water. I'm impaled on his cock, his strong grip on my hair keeping me from backing up any. I manage to continue humping his flipflop, my jucies flowing even more heavily now. He just holds me there for what feels like 10 minutes, and I soon start to feel lightheaded. Suddenly he releases, and I gasp for air. The reprieve is short lived though, as he quickly stuffs his cock back down my throat. This time he holds it for even longer, and I swear I'm going to pass out. I start pushing on his thighs with my hands, despearate for release, but he just swats my hands away. "Hands behind your back Slut! And don't move them until I say so."

I immediately place my hands behind my back, following his order. He lets me up for another gasping breath, before slamming my face back down once more. He's only just started, but saliva is starting to pour from the corners of my mouth, trickling down my sweater and splashing on the floor beneath me. My eyes are a watery mess, and while I try to look up at him I can barely make anything out of the blurry mess I see.

He starts fucking my throat, his thick dick sliding in and out at a rhythmic pace. I keep humping his flipflop, more turned on than I've ever been, my hands still securely held behind my back. He wraps my hair around his hands for an even stronger grip, mercilessly abusing my throat in the process. I feel an orgasm start to grow, and I can't stop it, immediately cumming all oevr his flipflop. I moan loudly in pleasure, the hum vibrating his cock. "Holy shit, did you just cum Slut?"

I nod my head, ashamed but even more turned on. He slaps me again, hard, before resuming the facefucking. "Naughty Slut. You do not cum without my permission. Do that again, and I'll punish you in ways you could never think of. Understood?" I nod, the only action I can do, scared of him but also turned on by his domineering presence. He slaps me one more time, before finally pushing me back off of his cock.

I fall backwards, managing to keep my hands securely wrapped behind my back. I gasp for air as he stands over me, his cock dripping with my saliva. He flips me over with his foot, grabbing me by the hands and lifting me up with ease. "You dumb dirty slut. Now you've made me mad." He roughly tosses me over towards the counter. "Bend over the counter Slut."

"Yes Daddy," I eagerly reply, quickly bending over the counter and exposing my panty-clad ass to him. "Please punish me Daddy. I've been a bad slut." I feel his hand land on my right cheek, a hard spanking causing me to yelp. Another slap quickly lands on the other cheek, an even harder spanking causing me to moan. "Oh Daddy, I've been so bad. Punish me Daddy. I deserve this."

"You're damn right you do Slut," he responds while continuing to spank me. "We need to tell someone about this. About your behavior, so it doesn't happen again." He picks up my phone. "Who should I call, Slut?"