"Dance for me"

"WHAT??" Veronica was reaching octaves she never reached during our relationship, but I was finally giving her a reason to. "Breaking up with you must have made you go crazy if you think I'm gonna daaahh-!" while she was rambling, I was reaching for the remote to our stereo system, tuning in to some good dancing music. As the beat started to pound, her body started to roll and sway along to the rhythm. She looked like she was 4 shots deep at a friend's bachelorette party and she was tired of being single. "What. Is. Happening?" She panted, her heartrate climbing as she got a sexy workout, beads of sweat starting to form. Her hands slid up her curves, playing with the hem of her t shirt and tugging at its neckline, providing teasing peeks at her toned midriff and petite, perky tits. "How are you doing this? I would never dance like this for you." She was right of course. She never tried to be sexy for me, feeling like sex was an obligation, so I eventually gave up asking. She just wanted my relationship for the security of another bank account to take from. I could never have gotten a sexy dance on demand, but I never would have gotten a blowjob before either. This command wasn't even noticed on my finger, and I was ready to train a bit before the cops arrive.

"Don't talk unless spoken to." The effect is instant. I watched Veronica's mouth clamp shut immediately, and saw the struggle behind her eyes, only able to make her lips purse slightly. I could see her throat bob desperately in an attempt to make any sound. Visions of her throat bobbing while she swallowed my hot load flashed through my mind, everything this slut did was now vividly erotic to me, and I was relishing the feeling. I noticed her lips part, but my words only allow her to pant in exhaustion, a look I'd be seeing in the near future from many different positions. Her casual clothes were darkened by sweat.

"Maybe she needs a change of attire, Ringmaster." the Ring Bitch cooed, a small stain starting to form beneath her legs on the leather couch. She relished the erotic display and the confidence of her ringmaster. "Something more complimentary to her actions. It'll be a stronger use of your power, and you don't even need to utter a word." Her hot breath tickled my ear and her whimpering voice made my cock strain in my shorts once more. her dainty hand wrapped firmly around my bulge, eagerly rubbing me to the edge expertly. "Mmmm you're becoming a great looking ringmaster. I'm honored to *moan* serve you." she emphasized her offer with a squeeze of my cock.

"First, clean up the mess you made. Lick it up, in fact." The slut's eyes rolled back as she ended up making the stain even bigger, my commands must feel great to her.

"Yes, Ringmaster!" she gushed, eagerly licking across the rough leather of my couch, relishing in her own juices. I'd have to find out just how sweet her honeypot was, after I was finished with Veronica.

"Ok, Veronica, I think it's time for a wardrobe change, a slutty look for a slutty dancer, and since I'm such a generous partner, I'll even let you choose your look, but you must tell the truth." I feel a little warmth in my ring as that last statement takes effect, a bit hotter than I expected, but my faster commands are growing my strength. I can handle a little more. " Tell me, what kind of outfit should someone dancing like you wear?" Veronica wanted to do the smart thing and say something like PJs but my combined commands **** to her answer not just honestly, but quickly, without a chance to pick a less embarrassing, but still allowed outfit. As it escaped her lips, her hands rushed to cover her traitorous mouth, though her requirement to dance made it a flirty pose. she examined her clothes closely, knowing that she sealed her fate.

The Ring Slut laughed greatly at the show about to start, and I gave her pert ass a quick slap to shut her up. She moaned suddenly as my hot ring made contact with her skin, a surge of energy filled me as they made contact. She caused another stain, this time, having repositioned to clean up her first mess, dripping onto my tenting shorts. "Looks like you have another mess to clean, Slut." I didn't even need to use the ring before the jingle of chains joined the feeling of eager fingers fishing out my now monster cock, pulsing and leaking with carnal lust. She giggled greedily and lewdly slurped on my shaft, bottoming out easily without a second of hesitation or resistance. She vacuumed my meat with expert precision. "Take your time." I commanded, gently resting my ring hand on her pale hair. The connection was instant and obvious, as a surge of erotic energy flowed between us. I grunted roughly, bracing against the ****. It caused the Ring Slut to cum again, her throat suddenly tightening on my whole rod, moaning good vibrations down the entire length, her tongue eagerly dancing around the head of my cock. Still she did slow down, and patiently teased me while I enjoyed the show. Stroking her hair kept our bond active, increasing our pleasure greatly. In fact this growing power never seemed to be painful. Maybe this Bitch is supposed to be a training dummy. My personal fuck dummy. I almost came just from that thought.