“Here we go. Let's sit on the couch. That's better, isn’t it?”

“Yes, so much better.”

The way Isla had been looking at Bryan since they had left his car was priceless. She had behaved herself on the sidewalk, and in the public hallways, but in the privacy of the elevator she simply couldn’t help herself and jumped him.

Now, that they were in his apartment, there was no slowing her down anymore. She kissed him hungrily, pausing only to lick and taste his neck, her body eagerly absorbing him.

“Still like how I taste?” Bryan asked, smirking to himself.

“It's... mmm… crazy good!” Ilsa moaned between the insistent kisses.

“Want me to spit in your mouth?”

She hesitated for a moment, then…

“Y-Yes, please.”

Bryan held the blonde's chin and she opened her mouth, eagerly presenting her glistening tongue to him. Bryan collected as much saliva as he could and slowly spat in her mouth. He watched her savoring the taste and waited for her to swallow. He followed her submissive reception by pressing his lips to hers again.

“Hey, what about your boyfriend?”

“Huh?”

“You were meeting your boyfriend? At the beach?” he reminded her.

“Oh… right.” There was no enthusiasm or care in Ilsa’s voice. Her body language told Bryan that all she wanted to do was keep going.

“Maybe we should let him know you're not coming, hmm?”

“Yeah…” she seemed thoughtful for a moment. He watched her eyes dart from one point in space to another as her pheromone-addled brain worked hard to make sense of that idea. All Bryan really wanted to know was if the blonde had any loyalty left inside her, or whether her addiction was stronger. An eager lick followed a half-moaned, half-whispered plea:  “But first let me taste you some more, okay?”

Taking that as his cue, Bryan chuckled and went for it. As his tongue tasted hers, his hands grasped greedily. To his delight, she didn’t pull back or protest his wandering hands. In fact, it seemed she barely noticed as he cupped those perky breasts.

“Can I see more of you?” Bryan decided to keep pushing.

“Well... I'm okay with kissing, but I don’t think we should go further than this.” Ilsa deflected

“Are you sure? You don’t want to take your clothes off?”

“Taking my clothes off won’t do anything for me,” she waved it off, desperate for more of that magical taste.

She tried to kiss him again, but Bryan pulled back, denying her what she so desperately craved.

“Yeah, but I just kissing... I mean I like it, but it's obviously not doing as much for me as it does for you.” He shrugged, faking innocence, “I don't know why I taste so good to you, but…" Bryan shook his head, tried to look disappointed, and sighed. “Maybe this was a bad idea in the first place,” he suggested. “If you don't really want to do this after all, I guess it’s best to stop now. I can just take you to the beach, and we go our separate ways.”

“No!” She instantly blurted out. “I mean... Please can’t we just continue?”

“How about your bikini?” Bryan offered. “Show me what you're wearing for the beach, alright? There’s no harm in that.”

“Yeah... Okay,” she conceded. Ilsa stood up and pulled her top over her head in one swift motion, revealing a black bikini top with triangles to cover her nipples. “But we're just... making out, okay?” She stated, as she pulled down her skirt and kicked off her sandals. “I’m not a slut.”

“Of course not,” Bryan agreed and grinned as Ilsa sat back down on the couch and started kissing him again. ‘Totally not a slut’, he thought. ‘Actually, that’s the perfect slave name for her.’

“Mhmmmm,” she moaned. “You taste so fucking good!”

Bryan pulled the captivated blonde onto his lap, their lips barely staying apart. She shifted with his guidance, letting herself be moved onto his lap, losing her free will bit by bit. With every drop she swallowed, her resistance eroded another shred. Bryan dared his hands to grasp her fine ass. That firm butt felt good, and his mind raced with the thought of seeing her fully bare naked, exposed underneath him. “You want more?” He asked.

“Yes,” Ilsa breathed.

“Say please.”

“Please.”

He granted her one single peck on the lips.

“Say it again."

“Please!”

As they kissed again, Bryan let his hands move to the back of her bikini top, his fingers searching for a grip and slowly opening the knot. It was a calculated gamble, but he estimated that she had enough in her system to make her compliant.

“That's okay, right?”

“Yeah,” she breathed softly. Her eyes were dull and empty, a clear sign that her free will was well on the way out. It was a slow process, but Bryan enjoyed it.

“Are you grateful?”

“What?”

“Are you grateful that I'm letting you taste me?”

“God, yes.”

He pulled the straps over her shoulder, letting the top fall away.

“Then what do you say?”

“Thank you.” She kissed him again, her hunger clear while he cupped her naked breasts. An idle estimation said ‘Perky C-Cups’ in his head as he played with her hardened nipples. “Thank you so much,” she moaned wantonly in his mouth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

They continued like that for a while; Bryan pulled her ass closer until she was positively dry-humping him. Making out takes effort, and soon, Bryan’s jaw needed a break, so he pulled back again, denying her the fix she craved. “You want more?”

“Yes, please. Please. Please.”

She was ripe and ready for the next step, but before he took her there, Bryan wanted a little interlude. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the couch next to him. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her head down over his neck and to his chest. The slut had her tongue out the entire time, moaning and drooling like an idiot all the way. She slid seamlessly down on the floor as Bryan pressed her mouth on his right nipple to let her suck on it. The slut knelt on the floor now and feasted on his nipple like a baby would at its mother's teat. Except that Bryan didn’t have any milk for her, he mused. Only more of that addictive substance, that would turn this hot babe into his cock-hungry slave.

“You like that?”

“Uh-huh!”

He pulled her head back and grinned down at her stupid face, the tip of her tongue still swirling around his nipple. He let her suck on it again for a minute and then pulled her head back once more, further this time, forcing her to look up with her tongue hanging out like a dog. He spat in her mouth and watched her taste his spit like it was the sweetest candy. Her expression was one of pure bliss.

“I want you to take off my pants now.”

“Your pants?” She opened her eyes and looked slightly concerned. “Do I… have to?”

He had expected her to do as he said without question by now. Maybe the slut was slightly more resilient than he thought?

“Yeah. But don’t worry, we won’t do anything you don’t want to, alright?" He spoke in a calm and soothing tone, "It’s just uncomfortable for me in the pants. And once you've done that I'll give you a nice long kiss, okay?”

“O-Okay,” she breathed with hope in her eyes.

She licked her lips and moved her hands between his legs, opening his pants. She pulled them down, already kneeling on the floor, leaving his shorts on. Then she pulled off his shoes and socks to get the pants off from him completely.

Bryan spat in the center of his hand and brought it down, offering it to her. Ilsa didn’t hesitate and licked the spit out of his hand like a dog, and continued with his fingers when she was done. She wanted to get up, probably to kiss him again, but Bryan didn’t let her. Instead, he lifted his right foot and pressed it against her face.

“Smell it,” he said and watched as the blonde met his gaze. He could see in her eyes that she still understood how demeaning this was. Yet she obeyed, and inhaled the scent of his foot. She opened her mouth slightly to breathe out, causing her to drool again. Then she licked his naked foot like there was no tomorrow. His skin would always be delicious to her, no matter where, but the chemicals worked best where he had the most sweat glands. She would go equally wild on his armpits, he knew.

“You have a foot fetish, too?” He asked amused.

“No,” she replied, kissing her way up to his toes. “I think feet are disgusting.” She sucked on his toes and even licked the spaces in between. “But yours…” She breathed, but trailed off to sniff them with relish, and let out a delighted sigh.

“What do we say?”

“Thank you.”

She licked his sole like it was ice cream until his entire foot was covered in her saliva.

“Good Girl.”

He could have given her the other foot now, but he figured she was ready for the finale.

“Here, I got something even better for you.” He said, and lowered his foot and held his finger up to her. One almost transparent, but slightly milky drop was on it.

“What's that?”

“It's precum.”

“Precum?”

“Yeah. If you taste it once, I will spit in your mouth again and you'll get to taste me for as long as you want. Okay?”

“You promise?”

“I sure do. Just one little taste, hm?”

He watched her come closer to his finger. Maybe a part of her knew that she was about to lose herself. She finally licked his finger and closed her eyes.

“Mmmmmhm!”

This was the beginning of the end, he knew. The chemical that made him so irresistible was highly concentrated in his cum. One drop of pre-cum was just a teaser of what the real deal would be, but it was already multiplied in terms of concentration compared to his spit.

“More?”

“Yes, please.”

Bryan pulled down his shorts and noticed that the slut was leering at his cock already. He scooped another drop of pre-cum from his tip and fed it to her.

“Mmmmmhm!” She moaned, ”Thank you.”

“More?”

“Fuck, yes!”

“Well, you know where that comes from, don't you?”

Bryan could see the gears turn in her brain as she locked in on his cock. She came closer, slowly, almost carefully, as if she could sense the power that emanated from within. Like a moth to the flame, Ilsa was unable to think straight. Bryan let his hand run through her blonde hair when her nose arrived at his shaft. She smelled it, closing her eyes, and then, without another second to waste, she licked the tip. Her tongue swirled around it and Bryan leaned back, enjoying the sensation.

“There you go,” Bryan sighed, caressing her head as she wrapped her lips around it, slowly sucking him off. Then she took it deep in her mouth. He pushed her head down a bit to make her gag and then let go. “That's my girl. You like that, don't you?”

She was drooling and spitting, then rubbing her saliva over his dick like a fucking pornstar.

“It's so good!“ She cried, before going at it again. At this point, Bryan knew, there wasn’t much left of the original girl that stepped into his car half an hour ago. He lifted her up at her chin. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was drooling freely. For better or worse, this side-effect would stop once her transformation was complete.

“You'll never want to stop now, won't you?”

“No, never!” She assured him with hunger in her eyes. “I never wanna stop!”

He collected some spit and pressed it out of his mouth, forming a long drop of saliva for Ilsa to catch with her tongue.

“Once you swallow my cum, you’ll never be able to go back," he explained casually. "Like a drug addict in constant withdrawal.”

“Mhm.” She licked her lips, trying to comprehend his words.

“Do you understand what that means? You’ll never be able to go back to your old life. You will lose your free will and be reduced to be an insatiable, cock-hungry, slut.”

Ilsa’s eyes finally cleared up at his words. Bryan let her go and allowed her to pull back a bit.

“Is that what you want?” He asked, making it sound like she had an actual choice, when he was just playing with her. “Do you want to spend the rest of your life begging me for another taste?”

“I…” Ilsa shook her head. “I don’t know…” Her gaze was pleading as if he held the answer to her predicament. He caressed her face and let her suck on his thumb to soothe her. She closed her eyes and slumped her shoulders.

“I think we both know what you want, you little slut.” Bryan leaned forward, putting his forehead on hers. She opened her eyes again, looking up to meet his gaze, still sucking his thumb. “You’d already do anything for just another drop, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeff.” She said before he pulled his thumb out.

He turned around and grabbed her phone from the couch.

“Looks like your boyfriend is worried about you,” Bryan said and turned the phone around, so it would recognize her face and unlock.

“My boyfriend?” The slut asked dimly, but didn’t wait for an answer before going back at sucking him off.

“Yeah, the guy who is waiting for you at the beach, remember?”

Ilsa pulled a strain of blonde hair behind her ear and kept sucking his dick instead of replying. Bryan grinned as he read through his concerned messages. He tried to call her seven times already.

“I think you should let him know that you’re busy right now, don’t you?” Bryan proposed and turned on the camera. Ilsa looked up at him, kissing his tip.

“What?” She asked, a flicker of confusion interrupting her dull gaze for a moment.

“I’m recording.”

“Oh... okay,” she said and licked his shaft again. His cock was like the most delicious lollipop to her.

“Now tell your boyfriend why you’re not with him right now.”

The blonde managed to stop sucking Bryan off for a moment to look up into the phone camera.

“I’m sorry, Malik,” she said and licked his tip again. “I can’t make it to the beach today.” She paused to suck his cock some more before looking up again. “I’m too busy tasting Bryan.” She went back at it, deep-throating him three times, before coming back up, drool dripping down her chin. “God, he tastes so fucking good.”

Bryan kept recording and asked, “Better than Malik?”

“Are you kidding?” Ilsa scoffed as if insulted by the question. Then her eyes glazed over again and her voice turned soft. “Nobody tastes as good as you.”

Bryan stopped the recording and sent the whole thing to Malik. Then he tossed the phone aside and interrupted her cock-sucking by lifting her chin.

“You'll call me Master from now on, do you understand?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Master? I don’t under-“

“You call me Master right now or I will kick you out of here and you'll never see me again. Do you understand now?”

Her eyes widened in shock. “Y-Yes, Master.”

“Good Girl,” he said and offered her his cock, which she instantly devoured. “What do we say?”

She sucked his schlong slowly before he heard her reply.

“Thank you.”

He lifted her up again, this time by her throat. “Thank you, who?”

“Thank you, Master,” she said, grasping for air. He let her go.

“There you go,” he said. “Even a dumb slut like you can remember some manners, right? Now, lick my balls.”

She gulped and nodded fearfully, before she lowered her head again, licking his balls as instructed.

“You want to taste my cum, don't you?”

“God, yes," she breathed, "I want it so bad.”

She licked her way up his shaft, the tip of her tongue twirling on the head, lubricating his cock with her drooling saliva. After some more minutes of blowjob-action, Bryan decided to finish it. He stood up, his dick towering over her face. He started jerking himself off.

“Start begging for it, slut.”

“P-Please. Please cum in my mouth. I want to taste it so bad.”

He slapped his cock on her cheek.

“You address me as Master, slut. Forget it again and you’re out. This is your last chance.”

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, M-Master! I'm so sorry. Please cum for me, Master. Please, Master, let me drink from you. You taste so good, Master. I need it, Master. I need it so bad, Master.”

“Now that’s more like it,” Bryan said and slapped his dick on her tongue.

“Call yourself a dumb little slut.”

“I’m a dumb little slut.”

“Again”

“I’m a dumb little slut.”

“Repeat it.”

“I’m a dumb little slut. I’m a dumb little slut. I’m a dumb little slut.”

Bryan got himself over the edge and shoved his cock deep inside the slut’s throat. Ilsa gagged and swallowed and moaned while he face-fucked her hard. While he was cumming, she would go through a similar sensation, only ten times as strong. He almost envied her, he thought, as he defiled her face. Bryan moaned and pulled his cock out of her mouth to watch.

Ilsa let herself drop on the floor, eyes closed, face red as a tomato. She was sweating, and crying; Her make-up was a mess, just like her hair. It was beautiful. She frantically rubbed her clit, still wearing the drenched bottom part of her bikini. Her other hand kneaded a breast while she squealed and moaned and spasmed and turned. Bryan had seen this before, of course, but it was always a special moment. That first high, that initial transformation.

He got up and stepped over her, to grab a tissue from the kitchen. He wiped his cock and sat back down on the couch. The slut was still cumming. She went through the pinnacle of pleasure while the chemicals in his cum altered her brain in a way that would bind her will forever to his own.

When she finally calmed down, she was laying on her back, breathing heavily, and staring at the ceiling.

“Did you enjoy that, slut?” Bryan asked casually.

Her head turned to face him, and as soon as she met his gaze, a dim smile formed on her lips.

“Yes, Master,” she breathed blissfully. “It was…”

She trailed off and shook her head, unable to find the words.

“Stand up and take off your panties,” he said. “I’m not done with you, slut.”

“Yes, Master!”

She practically jumped up from the floor and pulled down her panties so fast, you’d think they were burning her. She revealed a shaved pussy, just how Bryan liked it.

“You’re mine now, do you understand?”

“Of course, Master,” she said with blissful adoration in her eyes. “I’ll do anything you want.”