“It’s just too easy” she thought. “Too damn easy.”

She liked the new photographer she was filming with. He was nice and attentive, qualities that would only have to amplified a little to make him a good submissive pet. She knew she was cute with very nice eyes and a great smile. But her tits, those were good, top of the line. And her ass, that was simply to die for. Or in the case of her pets, to live for.

She was doing pool side shoots, looking very sexy in her pink bikini. Then they went inside to her bathroom, which was epic in size and décor. “This is a great location” he said.

“No” she disagreed giggling, “this is a great room.” She turned to her side and emphasized her ass “this is a great location.”

“We might disagree about the semantics but we agree on the fundaments” he said.

“Ooh witty” she said “I like that in a man.” ‘And more in a slave’ she thought to herself.

“Thinks I’m witty” he said “I like that in a woman.” ‘She likes me’ he thought giddily to himself. ‘Look at that gleam in her eye.’ Men unfortunately are often oblivious and sometimes downright stupid in the face of glorious tits and ass.

“Let’s do some tasteful spreads of you on the tile and in the bathtub” he suggested.

“Or we could so some tight shots of my even tighter ass” she countered.

“That’s not really what I’m going for here” he said with only a hint of blush and stammer.

“You’re saying you don’t think my ass can sell magazines?” she said with more than a hint of predatory gleam in her eyes. She pouted. She was good at it. She pouted for free drinks in bars, to get out of speeding tickets and once to even get her way out of a tax audit.

“You don’t think I’m pretty enough” she said.

“Of course I do” he said.

“So take some pics of my ass” she said instantly cheering up. She took a position on all fours and leaned far forward causing the pink g string to disappear in between her cheeks, showing only the creamy white flesh of her perfect ass.

“K…” he said uncertainly.

She smiled very broadly knowing he couldn’t see, knowing he wasn’t seeing anything except her full firm ass. Soon he would be hers, completely. She felt herself growing damp at the thought. Cute, nice, completely subservient, the trifecta. Okay, so he wasn’t completely subservient… yet.

“C’mon, it’ll be a great shot. But take your time. I want you to get a perfect shot.”

“K” he said. He shot models all the time, but there was something about the way she was presenting her ass, like a perfect dessert that was making it difficult to maintain his professional demeanor. It would be so nice to kiss, or better to bite into that creamly lush butt.

“Concentrate” she said breathily. “Just relax and focus. I want this shot to be perfect. Worthy of my ass. That’s important. To be worthy of my ass. Don’t you think?”

He thought about that. Or at least he tried to. It was getting hard to think. He really should wonder about that when he had the time. But now he had to relax and focus. He wasn’t sure why but it was very important. And so easy to do. So easy to focus on that ass. That beautiful sexy ass through his lens.

“Put the camera down” she said.

“But the shot…” he protested unconvincingly.

“First see it with your eyes, than your mind than the camera.”

“My eyes, than my mind, than the camera” he repeated.

“Good boy” she said.

He smiled. ‘She likes me’ resounded in his mind. To say he thought it would be a little strong at this point. But the words were definitely in his head.

“You want to be a good boy for me. If you’re a good boy I might let you kiss my ass. Kiss it. Taste it. Breathe it in. In fact I bet you’d like me to sit on your face, smother you with my ass. Wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t that feel soooo good? My good little boy.”

Was that what he wanted? He didn’t know anymore. It sounded good. And she sounded happy with him. He wanted her to be happy didn’t he? Wanted to kiss that ass. Wanted to feel as much of that ass as possible with every sense. Taste, touch, smell. Of course he wanted her to smother him with that beautiful bottom.

“That’s the real reason you asked me to pose for you today isn’t it? Because you have a huge crush on me don’t you? It’s okay, you can admit it. I don’t mind. I like that you want me, need me, obsess about me. Especially about my ass. You’ve been fighting this obsession for such a long time haven’t you? And now you can give into it, surrender completely. Doesn’t that feel good? To surrender?”

“Yes” was all he could say. Of course she was right. He remembered that now, thinking about her, needing her, begging her to shoot with him so he would have an excuse to see her ass through his lens, up close and personal. He just didn’t remember remembering any of this before now. But that wasn’t important. Not when her ass was so close, enticing and intoxicating. Her breathy sexy voice tantalizing his mind and making his cock twitch with every ‘good boy.’

“Now put the camera down.”

He put the camera down.

“Come here and kneel for me.”

He knelt.

“Now kiss my ass”

He planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Good boy” she moaned.

His cock throbbed.

“Kiss between my cheeks”

He kissed her deep so he could feel the tiny hidden fabric of her g string.

“Breathe it in, breathe in the most intoxicating scent you’ve ever inhaled.”

He breathed as deep as he could, his face buried in her ass.

“Good boy” she said happily. Now lay down for me.”

He lay down on the tiles, a huge blissful smile on his face. His cock made a large tent upward in his pants. She ran her finger lightly up and down the bulge.

“Such a good boy, showing your attention to your mistress. I am your mistress aren’t I?”

He looked puzzled. “I don’t know” he said.

“You want to please me don’t you?”

“Yes”

“You want to be my good boy?”

“Yes”

“You love making me happy?”

“Yes”

Everytime he gave the right answer she ran her hand over his cock, making his voice go up sharply at the end of every yes. Conditioning was very important at this stage. Now she unzipped his fly, undid his belt and helped his throbbing cock emerge and poke up at the air. She stroked it lightly.

“Then that makes me your mistress doesn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress” he half said half squeaked.

“Good boy” she cooed and he almost came.

“No, no cumming for you. Not without my permission.”

“Permission” he repeated, barely audibly above his breathing.

Now still stroking his cock she straddled his body, her sexy round ass slowly settling over his face.

“Can you hear me?”

He muttered incomprehensibly into her ass.

“Good boy” she said and she knew he heard that from the throb of his cock in her hand. She had to be careful, even with the best of intentions he might cum at this point. And this state of pre orgasm excitement was perfect for programming his mind. Every word she said at this point was rewriting his neural pathways like a hot knife through butter. Of course it wasn’t like she couldn’t easily get him to this point again, but why waste the opportunity. Even if she would enjoy the sensation of his hot cum running through her fingers as he buried his face deeper in her ass.

“Listen to me my darling. You love me. Say you love me.” More words moaned into her ass. “Good boy. You love me more than you’ve ever loved anyone. Such a good boy.”

His cock throbbed under her fingertips. She stroked lightly, caressing the head, running a fingernail around the tip, slow circles than a light squeeze.

“When you cum you will go into a deep trance, completely open to my suggestions. You will have the best, most powerful orgasm of your life. And this powerful orgasm will be linked to me and my ass, this ultimate pleasure will make you think of me, and thinking of me you will remember this ultimate pleasure. Do you understand? Good boy.”

He was so close now. She caressed him, stroked him, ran her nails over the tip and shaft. She sat up straighter forcing her ass deeper over his face, knowing he couldn’t breathe now, only inhaling her scent.

“Cum for me my darling, cum for me, show me you love me and cum. Cum for me.”

Thick white ropes of cum spurt through her fingers, shooting high into the air. Some of it drizzled on her full soft breasts. “That’s my darling, good boy. Good boy.” She leaned forward allowing her new pet to breathe. Not that he probably wanted to at this point.

Indeed she could hear him sigh as her creamy flesh lifted off his face just enough to let some oxygen in. She gently stroked his face with her cum free hand.

“Such a good boy. Just listen, listen to me. I am your goddess and you are my pet. My sweet little subservient pet. But not all the time. I want you to go about your life, most of the time. But all I have to do is get so very close and look deep in your eyes and whisper sleep and your eyes will grow so very heavy, so very heavy and they will close and you will be completely open to my suggestions. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“But you will realize you’re in love our with me, and take any excuse to spend time with me and go out of your way to give me little gifts to show your appreciation for me. And if I ever call you for a late night booty call you’ll come running, even if you’re with another girl at the time. In fact better yet, bring her along if you can. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now when I wake you up, all you will remember is that we had an incredibly erotic encounter, and it was the most amazing experience of your life.”

“Do you undersand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good boy. Feel yourself waking up, coming out of this trance on 3. 1, starting to wake up, feeling like you’re swimming to the surface of a deep lake, swimming to the sun. 2 more awake, more alert, feeling stronger, no memory of what happened. And 3…” she snapped her fingers and his eyes blinked open. “You’re awake.”

He continued blinking. Then he stared wide eyed at her. “Kiki, I.. uh, you…, “

“Gosh sweetie, and you’re usually so articulate.”

“I, I, we”

“Had an amazing experience. But now we better finish up the shoot. Otherwise you’ll be working all night and never, ever…” she leaned very close her face less than an inch from his, her voice dropping to a whisper “get to …sleep”

She was so beautiful he thought. So very beautiful. And now he was tired. He wanted to talk to her, wanted to tell her … but so tired….so very tired.

His eyes slammed shut and wouldn’t open.

“Good boy” he heard and everything was right with the world. Then he felt soft flesh cover his face, and he breathed in a wonderful intoxicating scent and everything was better.