More devotion at home.

The fact that you don't have any more classes with Marissa feels like a small blessing. You get through the rest of the day without her, or any of the other girls, messing with you. It would be heaven if it weren't for the fact that your bladder feels like it is going to explode. Screaming about being a cumslut would be more humiliating than spending all afternoon squirming in your seat, so you hold it in.

The moment you get home, you rush to the bathroom. Both your parents are at work, so there's no need to worry about anyone hearing. The long pee is satisfying after holding it in so long, but as soon as you're done, a new urge hits you. You barely even notice your hand start to move up and down your cock, and the thought of Marissa's pussy pressed against your mouth just slips into your mind.

Without even thinking about it, you hold your breath as you remember Marissa shoving her ass down on your head hard. You're not deliberately holding your breath, you're just not breathing for longer and longer periods as you think about her round ass pressed against your face. This creates a tenseness in your chest, and you feel really good in a strange way. You jerk harder, getting more and more worked up. The thought of eating your cum again when you finish sickens you, but the thought that Marissa **** that compulsion on you just like she **** her ass into your face excites you. You get closer and closer to cumming.

But, once again, it doesn't happen. You jerk and jerk, but you never go over the edge. In your mind you're licking Marissa as much as you can and the gorgeous goth's pussy is spraying your face like a hose, but in reality you can't quite get over the hump.

It wasn't stress that kept you from finishing this morning. This is a new compulsion. You jerk and jerk until you're exhausted, eventually wishing that you could eat your own cum just to make this stop, but you can't.

After a long time, when you're completely worn out from jerking off, you finally get the feeling that you could stop. It's not easy, the horniness hasn't receded at all, but you do it.

You go to your bed and collapse. After a long nap, you do your homework and study to keep your mind off of what happened. When your dad calls you down for dinner, you're so exhausted that you don't remember what eating triggers until the meal is almost over. You stretch out the last few bites as long as you can, but eventually your mom tells you to put your plate in the dishwasher.

As soon as you're done, images of Marissa flood your head again. Marissa in a throne, Marissa standing on a stage in front of an adoring crowd, Marissa in a bank wearing one of her black corsets with minions bowing down to her.

That last image reminds you of what you have to do to make this stop. You go upstairs and start working on her fansite again. You make the changes to the back robbery story that she asked for. You check your dropbox and find the video that Marissa took during lunch and upload it.

The video is incredibly hot. Yes, she was casually eating a pizza as she rode your face, and she did drop a peperoni on your forehead. It looks like she rubbed it off with her thumb, but was that nice or did she just want to avoid getting it in her pussy as she rubbed her crotch all over your face? She looks so in control as she grinds her hips into you. She looks at the camera and licks her smiling lips, teasing you and whoever else might be watching this video.

You make a restricted pay area of the fansite and add this video to it. You add a note making it clear that the money will not be going to you, but straight to Marissa, and you add her cash app code. You then make a separate account to test if the site works. Of course, really testing it means that you have to pay the fee for the restricted area, which you do.

Once you've done that, Marissa's contact is in your cash app. Was it already there? You send her some more money. You have no idea whether or not she used her powers to compel you to do that.

By this point, it's pretty late. You use the bathroom, resulting in one more long, fruitless jerkoff session, then go to bed incredibly horny, thinking about how beautiful Marissa is.