Reasonable precautions

You decided that it was enough. You had apologized. You had tried to fix things. And this was the thanks you got: scratched arms, a stinging face, and a barrage of vicious insults. Her rage might be justified, but that didn't mean you had to tolerate it. She had no right to do this to you. Not when you were just trying to do the right thing

"Maisie, sit still and shut up." You commanded, your voice firm and steady despite the turmoil swirling inside you. Instantly, her struggles ceased. Her body relaxed against the car seat, though her eyes continued to burn with defiance.

"Good girl," you murmured. This kind of domination was as pleasant as one would expect. Your cock twitched eagerly at the sight of her submission, though not quite fully hard yet due to previous action.

Her breathing remained uneven, ragged little gasps escaping her parted lips. Every muscle in her body tensed as if preparing for another outburst, but none came. Her chest rose rapidly, the fabric of her clothes straining over each movement. The soft flush across her face heightened her natural beauty in an almost perverse way. Her legs were slightly apart, giving you a tantalizing view down the length of her thighs...

You shrugged it off, focusing on fixing this mess permanently. "You are more temperamental than I ever imagined. I thought you were gonna kill me... well, it would be a perfect way to get rid of the curse, huh? " You sai,d thinking aloud, enjoying the silence of her current state.

Then you form a command. "Maisie, you will never try to kill or maim me by any action or inaction. Also... Maisie, you will also never kill yourself because I would really hate it if you decided that suicide is a way out."

Still unable to move or speak, she could only stare at you with wide, horrified eyes. She assumed that you were locking her into this state of submission, ensuring she would never again have the power to resist you.

Was it what you were doing? You weren't sure. Your dick remained in a semi-hard state, mind drew perverted ideas of what you could do with her now, but using her again wasn't your intention at this moment, you wanted a calm adult conversation.

"Now I will let you move and speak. Be calm, please. Note, not an order. " you take a pause and blurp out, "Maisie, you can speak and move freely." releasing the command. She inhaled sharply, her entire body shuddering as the control lifted. She didn't attack you. Instead, she sat there, looking at you with a mixture of fear, anger and confusion.

"Please, don't mess with my mind anymore. If sex is what you want... OK... just don't... " the begging intonation in her voice made you feel dirty and almighty in the same time, but she continued. "I don't want to end like my aunt."

"Like your aunt?" Your brow furrowed as you processed this new information. The conversation was taking an unexpected turn. "Aunt? What does the aunt have to do with anything? "

"She... She was changed. Totally. He made her a totally different person. It is a ****... but worse. Seriously... I prefer to be locked in a basement and **** daily but stay myself. "

"So... erasing your memory was what upset you more than me forcing you to suck my cock?" You asked, watching her reaction carefully. Her face twisted into a grimace of disgust.

"Yes... Don't get me wrong, feeling the aftertaste of your cum... it is awful. But being turned into someone else with fake memory tricks like that... I would rather die."

"My sperm is not that bad!" You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Very funny." She frowns at your failed joke, "Anyway, you don't stop. Now you have fucked my personality, making me unable to kill you or myself. What next?"

"Hey, those are reasonable precautions. It doesn't change much. Just a mental block on possible future actions, you are still free to hate me as much as you want now. Just no killing." You shrugged casually.

"Then... Is there anything else you want from me? Any other 'reasonable precautions' you need to take? "She asked sarcastically.

"Well, I'd love to stay friends but if I order you that... It would require exactly the type of deep personality adjustment you just asked not to apply... so... I won't."

"Just because your magical **** asked?" She asked with some hopeful note in her voice

"You are not that. You are a friend. An old crush," you figured what the point of hiding it anymore - she hates you anyway, "a damn sexy woman who can lick her face like a cat..."

"Who can what?" She interrupts you. "Perhaps it is good that you erased my memory... I wouldn't like remembering anything like that."

"It was really impressive though... Anyway. You are not a ****. I am telling you the truth... It just... happened. I somehow got carried away. Then panicked and tried to cover the tracks without thinking it through. I don't plan to... make you perform sexual acts again."

"It was only a blowjob, right?" she asks with a way softer voice than before.

"A kiss, a blowjob... wonderful one, and a face-cleaning performance. Honest!" You chuckled nervously. Her expression softened slightly at your apparent sincerity, but a shadow of doubt lingered in her eyes.

"Okay..." She said slowly, still clearly uneasy. "I suppose I can forgive you... this time. Can I go, master?" The last word was full of refined sarcasm.