Let yourself go soft

You take a deep breath and try to relax, managing to let your cock shrink even further.

"Here," she says, stopping. "This should help you." And with that, she crosses her arms at her waist, and pulls her shirt up and off, revealing what has to be the two most perfect breasts. Two perfectly round, perfectly solid D cups.

"What are you doing?" you ask, aware that this going to turn ugly.

She drops her shirt on the ground, then pulls off your towel and takes hold of your dick with both hands. "Shhh. It's ok.. we're nearly ready"

She moves to the love seat, undressing further as she goes. With an elegant yet playful spin she spins around seating herself down on the love seat to face you. She pours more oil in her hands and start to slowly rub her hands all over her body. She stops, cups one of her breasts, looks at you and runs her tongue over the nipple.

"You've been such a good boy, Roger. You deserve a little show, don't you agree?"

You know where this is going, but you remain passive, deciding against action, for now.

She moves her ass towards the edge of the chair and spreads her legs a little wider. Still you stay motionless. Her nether region is a lovely sight. Her wide open thighs present her thick outer satiny pink lips. The inner labia are recessed deep within her folds.

She runs a hand from her breast, down her thigh, down to her slit and back up again. She repeats her movement teasing her pussy each time. Her fingers spread her lips wide open so you can see how her moist dark pink flesh glistens capped at the top with her hard clit. The fingers of her other hand touch her inner lips, run up deep into the length of her slit, letting her juice coat her finger.

She slips a finger into her soaking wet pussy and begins to finger fuck herself. Then pulling out she moves higher and finds her clit; hard and free from its protective hood. She flicks her clitoris causing her to quiver and shake and then moves quickly over her clit.

"Mmmm...look at my pussy...so incredibly fuckable... don't you think, Roger?"

She continues to alternate between her clit and her pussy, each one begging for more attention. Her left hand pinches one nipple and then the other. Her breathing becomes a series of pants; gasping for air. Seeing Devina perform for you live, does more for you than the images on the ceiling. You can feel your cock rise back to full mast.

Her arousal starts to build and a long low moan of pleasure escapes her lips. Her finger continues to massage her clit until she plunges her fingers deep inside her. Her breath comes even quicker than before. This is highly unusual for a sexfight.

"I know you want to stroke with me, Roger. Try to resist from touching yourself". Despite her mounting excitement, her voice is still a completely even, sensual, husky whisper.

"You can feel that, can’t you? Every time your cock twitches, a little bit of you wants to push or squeeze the tension out of your cock."

She is right. You want to touch yourself. Not to jack off to orgasm but to scratch that urge.

"Don't stroke!" She cries,

Her body writhes as Devina fingers thump relentlessly into her wet cavern. Suddenly it all becomes too intense. A shiver goes through your cock, an electric thrill that needs to be addressed.

Devina is on the verge of orgasm. Now is the moment, now you should step in! To get up and finish whatever she started. But first you have to clench your groin to ease the unbearable throb in your cock. You grab hold of your erection, squeeze and give it a push...

.... you feel someting click...Devina stops the thrashing of her fingers in her cunt, she has not lost control, ...so now the fight will start...but...but... you're stuck! You try to move...Immobile! Your body is in a deep tight knot. You are unable to move without causing insufferable pain to you back and neck.

"There, that sure took a whole lot longer than I expected. Look at me Roger. I have programmed you. You can’t stop me. You can’t resist anymore. Go ahead, keep looking... look at my chest....just enjoy, relax!" Devina says casually as she saunters over to where you are on the table to offers you her wet fingers.

Without thinking, you take them in your mouth, one by one and lick them clean.

Nearly done, her hands clasp your dick. You look up into her eyes, you look down again, both ways you get a look at those perfect titties. You don't know how she did it, but you know all bets are off, her prep work, her little show, all her reassuring preparation have locked your body, and primed your dick to be ready to explode. All you have control over is your mind and your spirit.

"That's it," she says. "I knew you would understand."

She has you like a fly trapped in a web.