You Take Her Upstairs To Fuck

Emma turns around within your grasp to look you in the eyes. Her mouth hangs open, framed by her vibrant red lipstick. No words are spoken. She can't muster the willpower for it. All she does is nod. Your eyes lock with hers. She's aflame with lust.

Still wordlessly, she breaks from your grasp, walking over to the staircase and looking back at you. She's beckon you to follow her. Take her. As you follow, your eyes get lost in the swaying back and forth of her tight ass. The latex accentuates it, framing it. It gives you an idea. You reach out, landing a smack on your ass. She's not primed for it yet, but she looked to good for you to stop yourself. It makes Emma squeak out loud.

"I couldn't help it. You look so much like a fuckdoll in that." You use the word to trigger her implanted lust. Even using it in this context will help associate being a fuckdoll with having her ass smacked in the future. "Slapping it's ass is how you show a fuckdoll affection."

"I'm...I'm not a fuckdoll..." She whispers, though the look of zoned out lust on her face makes it clear that your words had their intended effect.

This is all too much. You take a step forward and plant a drawn out kiss on her lips. She's eager, squirming in your hands and open to your tongue. Without thinking you tumble forward, so she's lying on the staircase. Fuck the bedroom. Fuck waiting. You're going to take her right here and now. You throw your shirt away. Fuck it too.

"Mmm. I've been thinking about you so much lately." She moans. Her eyes are glazing over. The more aroused she is, the more power Slave4U has over her mind. "A week is...too long...."

"Let me just take this..." She reaches down towards the latex bra, apparently intending to take it off.