“So, is this going to be a complete reboot? Or are they going to keep all the old cast and just carry on the story?” I asked.

“From what I read, it seems like a continuation.” Richard shrugged. “It’d be pretty stupid if it wasn’t. Why would they bring back Charlie Cox in No Way Home - and Vincent D’Onofrio in Hawkeye - if they were just going to recast everyone and start from scratch?”

“I mean, they could keep the same cast and still reboot it,” I mused. “Because, like, the original Daredevil could be in a different alternate reality, right? Now that they’ve established that can happen...”

“Oh, it’d be criminal if they did that,” he grunted, shaking his head and raising his glass of cider to his lips. “The original show was so good...”

I nodded as I adjusted my position in my seat, uncrossing my legs just so I could cross them the other way round instead. “I know, but I guess not everyone who’s seen the films and the Disney+ series would’ve seen that. I mean, hopefully they’ll find a way to make sure all the old fans are satisfied but new people don’t - don’ - duh...”

I stuttered to a halt as my eyes fell upon my boyfriend, who had pulled his semi-erect cock out of his shorts. As soon as I caught sight of it I lost my train of thought, staring at it with a mildly confused, perturbed expression.

Why had he suddenly taken it out? How should I react? What was I going to say next? These were all questions that didn’t occur to me. Instead, the only thing I could think about was his dick. Its shape, its colour, its smell, its texture... the way it was getting bigger and harder as I watched... how good it would feel to wrap my lips around it...

And after only a few more seconds of silent, ponderous hesitation, that’s exactly what I did - shuffling along the sofa to get closer to him, I leaned down and slid my mouth over his cock. My lips tingled with ecstasy as they met his shaft and begin to work their way slowly along its length.

I don’t know how long I spent lovingly sucking his cock. My awareness of the passage of time vanished, along with my awareness of pretty much everything else. I could hear Richard gasping and moaning in the near distance, but my mind didn’t register it. It didn’t occur to me how suddenly and strangely we’d transitioned from talking about a superhero show to me giving him a blowjob. All that mattered was that I was. All I could think about was his cock, the feel and the taste of it. It was, quite literally, the only thing in my head.

If I could think, that feeling of obsession, of fixation, would have reminded me of the other cock-based trigger he’d given me, which only worked when I wear that stupid maid outfit. Just like my mind would be uncontrollably consumed with the ‘good humble maidservant’ mantra, right now it was consumed by his dick.

After who knows how long, there was a sudden pressure on my forehead and the back of my head - Richard’s hands holding it, interrupting its ceaseless bobbing up and down, easing it gently off him. I gasped and whimpered, feeling a surge of panic the moment my mouth was empty again. He held my head in mid-air, his tip directly in my line of sight, just out of my reach.

Unable to move my head in his all-powerful grasp, I whined and mewled desperately, opening and closing my watering mouth with my lips puckered as much as I could, trying to reach for his dick. I needed it in my mouth. It was all I wanted. I had to have it. I had to.

He wasn’t cruel enough to keep it from me for long. Soon, he guided my head back down, and I joyfully engulfed his wood once more, resuming my ministrations with an almost religious zeal.

I was completely devoid of all thought and personality - no Alyssa, no Danielle, just an eager cocksleeve running on automatic. It was quite, quite blissful - all I had to do, all I needed to do, was keep his dick in my mouth, and keep sucking and licking it. Even the rest of my own body didn’t register - I didn’t notice my hair falling in front of my face, or how wet and slick my pussy was getting. Those weren’t parts of me that mattered just then.

At that moment, all I was, was a warm mouth. And all that mouth did, was suck and lick.

Until, eventually... “Release.”

I froze mid-bob, opening my eyes wide. Slowly, I slid off his dick and wiped my mouth, blushing furiously. Now I noticed how horny I was, and I couldn’t help giving myself a quick rub through my jeans as I sat up straight again.

“Holy shit, that was intense,” I giggled. I stared at my boyfriend, raising an eyebrow. “Someone’s gotten over his blowjob phobia!”

Grinning, Richard tucked himself away. “What can I say? You made a very persuasive case for them!”

“Well, I guess I’d better go brush my teeth, anyway,” I chuckled, conceding to his non-negotiable hygiene conditions. But he held out a hand to stop me before I could get up.

“Not much point, babe,” he chuckled.

That gif of Ralph Wiggum saying “I’m in danger” came to mind.

Yes, he explained, he’d released me that time - but the trigger would take effect when he exposed himself again. Every time. For the rest of that night. He teased me a couple of times by reaching for his waistband, only to draw his hand back, making me squirm with anticipation.

“Well, tonight’s gonna be... fun!” I commented wryly, with a helpless, horny laugh.