Slowly looking up from the card in my hand, I gave my partner a puzzled stare. “‘Happy anniversary’?”

“Thank you,” Sir quipped.

“OK.” I pressed my fingertips to my temples. “Either you’re gaslighting me, or I’m so stupid I’ve literally lost track of the months, or you’re doing something ridiculous. But I’m pretty sure it’s not our anniversary.”

“Sure it is.”

I took a deep breath. “It’s April. Our anniversary’s in January. Again, correct me if I’m wrong here -”

“No, you’re not wrong. That was our one-year anniversary. Today is our fifteen-month anniversary.”

“What? That’s not a thing.”

“Course it is. Fifteen months to the day since our first erotic hypnosis session. Fifteen months exactly of me mindfucking you into total compliance. We need to mark the occasion!”

Blushing, I stammered, “P-people don’t celebrate their fifteen-month anniversary!”

“I do,” he grinned.

“Why?!”

“Couple of reasons. First of all - fifteen’s one of my favourite numbers. It’s a great number, I love it. Not my absolute favourite, that’s twenty-three - and you’d best believe we’re celebrating in December, babe.” As I spluttered with disbelieving laughter, he continued, “And secondly, we were both working on our one-year anniversary. And if you recall, it was a shit day - it was super stressful, so we didn’t end up celebrating. But it’s still the Easter holidays, just, so we may as well do something special now.”

“I guess that makes sense,” I giggled, wiping a tear of mirth from the corner of my eye. “As much as anything you do makes sense...”

“Heyy!” He clapped a hand to his chest in mock outrage. “How very dare you! Everything I do makes the most sense.”

“Oh yeah, sure, you’re a master planner,” I teased him. “You’ve never pulled any improvised bullshit nonsense in your life.”

“Is this wise to say to someone who can make you do basically anything he wants?” he replied, arching an eyebrow at me.

I didn’t listen, too busy making fun of the man who had complete control of my mind (because I am an idiot). “I mean, seriously, who has favourite numbers, you fucking weirdo?” I hooted.

“Ouch!” he laughed. “Fine, fuck you. What do good soldiers do?”

“Good soldiers follow orders,” I replied at once, my smile vanishing as my face, body and mind instantly went neutral.

“Pull up your shirt and twist your nipples. Wake up mid-twist.”

“Yes Sir.”

Setting the anniversary card he’d given me on a nearby table so I had both hands free, I then obeyed his commands without further hesitation. As my mind clicked back on, my eyes went wide and my mouth fell agape. “Aaaa-owww!” I squealed, hopping backwards from one foot to the other. “Meeeean!”

“Serves you right,” Sir snickered. “Show your superior more respect, thank you very much.”

“Eep.” I flapped my hands in mid-air, as if warding off my fluster and the pain in my nipples. “Sorry, Sir!”

“That’s alright,” he chuckled, gazing fondly at my pouting face. “Want me to kiss it better?”

“I - aah -”

Without waiting for me to compose a coherent answer, he stepped forwards, stooped down, and planted his mouth on each of my nipples in turn. His soft lips and warm saliva did soothe them, but that was kinda balanced out by the waves of arousal and embarrassment that washed over the rest of me. As he straightened up, I gave him a look of consternation, which only made him laugh at me. And that only made me more humiliated and horny, because clearly, I can dish it out, but I can not take it.

As I yanked my shirt back down and bowed my head to hide my blushing face, he clapped his hands together, making me jump. “Anyway! Anniversary! We’re getting sidetracked by improvised bullshit nonsense. I did have actual plans.”

“You do?”

“Uh huh. Got a surprise for you, my sweet little toy soldier. C’mon.”

Again, he didn’t wait for a response - he just reached out and took hold of my upper arm. Already feeling pretty submissive from being made to torture my own nipples, I didn’t have a hope of resisting his firm grip. I meekly trotted alongside him, letting him lead me through our own home.

“Now, I should say, all mischief aside, I don’t really feel like fucking today,” he told me as we marched side by side. “I was hoping I’d be in the mood, but I’m just not. I’m up for screwing with your mind, but actual screwing isn’t on the menu, for the moment at least...”

“That’s OK,” I reassured him, “that’s completely fine.” Above and beyond my overwhelming desire to obey him, I never wanted my ace partner to feel like he needed to put out simply for my sake. He could, and would, and often did, but I made a point of telling him not to push himself if he wasn’t in the right frame of mind. Besides, his own sexual apathy did nothing to inhibit his enthusiasm for getting me off, which he always did with great skill, usually without even touching me.

He gave me a grateful grin, and a squeeze on the arm. “But it occurred to me, there’s no reason I can’t deputise someone else. Get a proxy in here, who’s got a bit more enthusiasm for direct physical contact. A substitute, who really won’t mind standing in for me, and making use of my sex toy’s hot little holes.”

I gulped, my eyes going wide, suddenly soaking wet at the prospect of my partner pimping me out.

“Now, I could’ve picked anyone,” he continued casually, as if he hadn’t even noticed my thunderstruck reaction (although the glint in his eye told me otherwise). “You know I’m not short of sexy subs I can call up, who’d jump at the chance to get themselves off with your gorgeous body. But, this is meant to be a special occasion. I want it to be a treat for you too. So, I reached out to somebody I know you like, and made them an offer - and what d’you know, they were only too willing...”

As he spoke, we entered the living room - and my jaw dropped as I saw the slight figure on the sofa. They rose to their feet with a broad, sultry smile, and began to saunter towards us, hips swaying.

“Well, hello there, Rain,” they purred, and my pussy pulsated at the sound of their voice, which it clearly associated with pure pleasure. “It’s a delight to finally meet you. Your Sir’s told me so much about you.”

I blinked at them, my mouth opening and closing like I’d been fishnotised again. Unable to process the sight of them, I turned to my partner and whispered hoarsely, “You got Karma to come here?!”

Releasing my arm, he smirked at me and said, “Happy anniversary, love.”

Swallowing hard, I returned my attention to the seductive figure before me - Karma, my favourite porn star bar none. At five foot fuck all, they were even shorter than me, with slender limbs, a small chest and a slim waist - but their confident aura made them seem so much larger than life. They had rich, almond-brown skin, deep, dark eyes that smouldered through her glasses, and obsidian hair that flowed far past their shoulders. On this rare occasion where I was seeing them fully dressed, they wore a dark grey dress with horizontal pinstripes, and fishnet tights with a broad mesh, while a vivid henna pattern made their right hand resemble cracked stone.

I never really watched much porn in what I think of as my ‘pre-kink’ life, but since Sir and I got together, it seemed inevitable he’d get me into it. (As a matter of fact, he had better luck getting me hooked on porn than anime.) Normally it was hypnosis-themed, and I mostly just watched clips of other couples on the hypno Discord server we’d joined. Karma was an OnlyFans model who’d only started camming a couple of months ago, yet they’d already shot right up my leaderboard in spite of the total lack of any hypno content they’d made. They were a hypnokinkster, I knew that much - that was how I found them to begin with - but OF has strict rules against that, so they’ve stuck to more ‘traditional’ content on there. (I knew they were investigating other platforms, though.)

It was hard to put my finger on what I found so special about them in particular. They were fucking gorgeous, for a start, obviously. They regularly masturbated nude for their viewers’ entertainment - and being powerless for pussy, I was definitely a fan of those films. They were a proud switch, alternating between exuding dom energy in one clip - asserting their authority over their viewer, commanding them to touch and tease in tribute to them - and displaying their dutiful submission in another - bowing and scraping and holding out a leash for a watching owner to take, professing their deep desire to serve and obey. Being more sub-leaning myself, I gravitated more towards their dominant content, imagining myself under their control, under their heel, obeying and worshipping and edging myself for them.

It might even be that they were exploring their gender identity - they apparently switched from she/her to they/them shortly before starting up their profile, and had even posted about experimenting with he/him lately. Somehow, that just made them even hotter. Since getting a femme-presenting trans boyfriend, I’ve found I get a strange kind of second-hand gender euphoria from seeing other trans, non-binary and fluid people. It just makes my heart sing. I hope that’s not weird to say.

Also, as part of their exploration, Karma had worn strap-ons, and jerked off their prosthetic pricks, more and more frequently of late. And since I’m as controlled by cock as I am powerless for pussy, those clips were a hit with me too.

For all these reasons and more, and I’d been crushing hard on them for months. They were my absolute top camgirl. (Wait, perhaps I should use a more gender neutral term... Cam-enby? Camby, if you will...?) So it’d be an understatement to say I was surprised to find them in my living room. They were just standing there smirking at me for the moment, seemingly enjoying my dumbstruck reaction.

“I was beginning to wonder what was taking you so long,” they remarked, glancing at Sir. “I heard a cry -?”

“Oh, she was a little rude to me, so I punished her a bit,” he said amiably. “Nothing important.”

“Really?” They shot me an amused look. “I can’t imagine such a good girl being rude!”

“You’d be surprised.”

I gulped again as the realisation sunk in. They’d called him my ‘Sir’, and didn’t seem fazed by him talking about punishing me... He must’ve told them about our dynamic. But to what extent? What else had he said to them...?

Karma strode a few more steps towards me, smirking as they looked me up and down. “Sir here made me a very generous offer to come and play with you today, Rain. How could I possibly pass up a chance to be with a hot little thing like you?”

“I - that - how - what -” I verbal-keysmashed, my face burning. As they tittered, I glanced at Sir again. “How did you even afford -? Where’d you get the money...?”

He looked at me like I was an idiot (which, again, I usually was around him). “From you, of course.”

“Oh,” I whimpered, staring at my feet.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl, he spared no expense for your anniversary present,” Karma chuckled. “He gave me a good chunk of your last paycheck so you could spend the day with your favourite mattress actress. Isn’t that so thoughtful of him?”

“Why, thank you,” Sir snickered over the incoherent noises I was making. “And for my anniversary present, I’m giving you to Karma for the afternoon. I’m letting them borrow you, and do whatever they want with you, while I watch. That OK? Before you answer - I don’t care. It’s happening.”

I let out a soft, “Meep,” watching him saunter away and sit down in an armchair across the room, a broad grin on his face as he settled in to watch whatever was about to unfold.

“Eyes on me, sweetie.” My gaze flicked back to the slight sex worker, the object of my private viewing, the focus of my personal pleasure time. “Not like you’re not used to looking at me, are you?” they said with a knowing smile, their hands beginning to waft up and down their torso. “Not like you haven’t spent hour after hour studying my naked body, admiring it, committing every little detail to memory...”

I made a plaintive, mortified sound, my eyes magnetised to their nimble frame, their subtle curves, their soft, delectable skin.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice your attentions, sweet Rain? I’ve not been doing this for very long, and my following is... modest, at the moment. Don’t get me wrong, I expect it to grow soon enough - but for now, my most avid fans stand out. Flurries of notifications from one account do tend to catch my attention...”

I gulped, suddenly realising just how many times they must have seen my username crop up. “All those likes, on practically every post I’ve ever made,” they purred, stepping just a little closer, a wicked smirk on their stunning face. “All those thirsty comments. All those little tips you left - I appreciate every penny, believe me. Oh, Rain, my darling - all those hours you’ve spent, scrolling, watching, gooning to me...”

They were inches away now, grinning up at me, their eyes intent, remorseless, almost predatory. Which felt appropriate. I was their prey. No, not even that - I was just their meal. With all my likes and comments and tips, I’d effectively laid myself on a platter for them - and now here I stood before them, rooted to the spot, paralysed by humiliation and lust, five feet and seven inches of quivering meat for them to relish. And they clearly enjoyed playing with their food.

Their floating hands were wandering up my torso now, their fingertips running through the fine hairs of my arms, which only made me tremble more. “I bet you’ve thought about this so many times,” they all but sighed, leaning in towards me, their chin hovering an inch from my chest. “Picturing it. Fantasising about it. Rubbing yourself to it.”

I couldn’t believe how tiny and helpless I felt in front of someone a full head shorter than me. No-one but Sir had ever made me feel so terribly, fantastically seen. My favourite porn star stood before me, and they knew exactly what they did to me. Exactly how I felt about them. Exactly what I did to myself, in response to every picture and video they shared. They knew the power they had over me, a power that had nothing to do with hypnosis. And they were going to use it.

“But now it’s actually happening, you’re... overcome,” they sniggered. “You don’t know what to do with yourself. You can’t think, you can’t decide how to respond...” They gave me a smile that almost looked affectionate. “But that’s OK. You don’t need to think. I’m gonna make all the decisions. And you - well. You’re just my toy. Aren’t you?”

My eyes wide, I swallowed and spoke for the first time in what felt like hours. “Y-yeah...”

Karma frowned. “Ah-ah,” they tutted, reaching up and crooking their finger under my chin. “You can do better than that. ‘Yes, Karma’.”

“Yes, Karma!” I said hurriedly, breathless with desire and submission.

“Good toy,” they said with a triumphant grin, tapping my chin with each word.

Then they put their hand around my neck, gripping it firmly. I squeaked softly, my body going slack in their grasp, my mind sinking even further into subspace.

“That’s so fun,” they chuckled, “the way you can’t resist at all. Oh, yeah, I know about that, gorgeous. I know everything.” They gave me a conspiratorial wink.

Ah... So they did have a power over me to do with hypnosis, after all. Sir had told them my triggers. Now there was no question of resistance at all. Karma had me by the throat, literally and metaphorically, and they knew it.

They gave me another devious grin. “I should do more in-person meet-ups. Especially with mind-controlled cuties, with a bunch of fun buttons I can press. Especially if they’re already my devoted simps.” They licked their lips. “You’re my simp, aren’t you, Rain? Say it. Say you’re Karma’s simp.”

“I’m Karma’s s-simp,” I stuttered.

“Say you’re Karma’s gooner.”

“Uhngh...” For some reason that made me throb. “I’m - I’m Karma’s gooner,” I said, my voice guttural.

They clearly noticed my reaction, their sharklike smile spreading wider. “Say you’re Karma’s toy.”

“I’m Karma’s toy...”

They gave my throat a slight squeeze, and then let go and took a few steps back, arching an expectant eyebrow at me. “Then I think it’s past time to unwrap my toy, don’t you?”

After a moment to process what they wanted from me, I nodded quickly. “Yes, Karma!” It didn’t feel right to keep them waiting - since I’d already seem them naked so often, it was only fair they saw me naked as soon as possible - so I stripped off quickly, yanking my shirt off over my head and whipping my shorts and knickers down to my ankles.

I went to scoop up my discarded clothes and put them on a chair, so they’d at least be tidied out of the way for the moment, but as I began to bend over, Karma called out, “Atten-tion!” and I instantly snapped upright again, standing straight as a pole, waiting patiently for further orders, a nude, mindless action figure.

“At ease,” they snickered, closing the gap between us again as my posture relaxed, and my brain restarted, and I buried my blushing face in my hands. “Awww, you are so cute,” Karma cooed, taking hold of my wrists and pulling my arms back down to my sides. “Such an adorable, silly little toy. With such a hot little body. And it’s all mine, to play with as I please - isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Karma,” I murmured.

They took each of my hands in their own, their thumbs tracing circles on my palms. The spiralling motion instantly made my mind and will even weaker. I slumped in place, staring helplessly at the sex worker who had such total power over me.

“Tell me your body’s my toy.”

“My body’s your toy, Karma.”

They gave my bare flesh a lascivious look up and down. “And I can touch my toy wherever I want, can’t I?”

“Yes, of course, Karma,” I breathed, utterly desperate for them to do exactly that.

Without hesitation - because who would, when offered a blank cheque of that kind - they stuck a hand between my legs, running their nimble fingers along my by now soaking slit. “Your pussy’s my toy,” they purred. “Say it.”

“My pussy’s your toy, Karma,” I whimpered, squirming frantically - not to get away or defend myself, but to press my pussy further into their touch, if anything. My arms had fallen down to dangle at my sides when they released my wrists, my head lolling back, my face contorted with pleasure. Every part of me felt limp, defenceless, exposed, totally vulnerable to the camgirl controlling me. I could only stand there and let them finger me, powerless to do anything else.

Suddenly both their hands darted upwards to my belly, their fingers skittering across my sensitive skin. I squealed and doubled over involuntarily, staggering backwards until I reached the living room wall, my arms spasming at my sides. Not allowing me to escape, Karma closed in and continued to mercilessly tickle me, as my instinct to shield myself warred with my all-consuming submission and ultimately lost. I straightened up again and let them continue to torture me, crying with laughter as I writhed against the wall.

“Your tummy’s my toy, Rain,” they taunted me.

“My - my tummy’s your toy, Karmaaa!” I echoed helplessly amidst my hysterics.

Relenting at last, they moved their hands up and matter-of-factly took hold of my breasts, idly stroking them with their thumbs. “Your tits are my toys,” they told me over my low lustful sounds.

“My tits are your toys, Karma,” I mumbled, pushing them into their palms.

Their imperious smile turned a touch more mischievous. “And from what I hear, they’re quite special toys. Toys that make a noise...”

I gaped at them. “Oh - well, that - that’s - just - nn-haw-heh!” I barely had time to recover from the noise their hands on my tits had squeezed out of my mouth, when they gave me two more quick squeezes, one after the other. “Haw-heh haw-heh!” I yelped, and then bowed my head, mortified.

Karma howled with laughter. “Oh my fucking god, Rain! I literally can’t, you’re just too adorable!”

Whining feebly, I raised my head and gave them a beseeching look. Their response was to grab my nipples and twist them, just as savagely as I’d twisted them myself earlier, if not more so. As I squealed and hopped on the spot, their voice boomed in my face, “Your nipples are my toys, Rain!”

“Aah-ha-hah - my nipples are your toyyys, Karma!”

Cackling, they quickly let go, and then leaned in and kissed my aching nipples, just as Sir had done earlier. Even as I shuddered with barely-contained lust and overwhelming humiliation, I wondered vaguely if they’d discussed that in advance. It was a bit of a coincidence, both dastardly dominants choosing the same method of torture. Then again, coincidences did happen, particularly with like-minded tormenters like them.

Their palm slid up my torso, up my neck, over my chin, covering my mouth and my nose, grasping my whole face, their fingertips sinking into my cheeks and my forehead. “Your face is my toy,” they told me.

“My face is your toy, Karma,” I mumbled into their hand, feeling so profoundly powerless in their tight grip.

“Such a good toy,” they sniggered, rolling my unresisting head around on my neck.

Even as they squeezed my face like a stress ball, their spare hand was stroking over my bare torso, feather-light caresses across my skin, such a contrast to the vicious way those fingers had accosted my nipples mere moments ago. Electricity sparked through me wherever their fingertips touched, whether on my side, my stomach, or my sensitive tits.

I hung from their hand as limply as a fish on a line (again, despite not being fishnotised today), my hips jerking compulsively. I was so horny. I wanted to fuck myself, to fuck Karma, to straddle them and hump their thigh or their face to completion. But I was their toy, and they were in total control of me, and I had no choice but to stand there and dangle from their grasp, and let them play with my trembling body.

They finally slid their hand off my mouth and nose, letting me gulp some cool air, and cradled my cheek for a moment, before giving it a couple of quick, slightly stinging slaps. (This was within my limits - I don’t like to be smacked hard anywhere except my bum, but I can handle some lighter strikes to my face now and again. It felt good in the moment, I’ll say that much.) Then they pressed their thumb into the tip of my nose, squashing it upwards, distending my nostrils into a distinctly porcine shape. Past their arm, I caught sight of their face, which looked like it was barely containing an explosion of laughter. “Your nose is my toy,” they tittered.

I let out a little guffaw of my own as I responded, “My nose is your toy, Karma.”

Rubbing my nose in circles, they reached up and stuck their other hand in my mouth, which went slack around their intruding fingers. “Your mouth is my toy.”

“’y ouph iph your phoy, Harmha.”

With an evil smile, they seized my tongue, pulling it out of my mouth. I let out a squeak and went absolutely still, unwilling to move at all for fear of injury. “Your tongue is my toy,” Karma told me.

There’s no point me even trying to write the soft, inarticulate sounds I made in response, it’d just be a long string of meaningless vowels. They did translate as, and vaguely sound like, ‘My tongue is your toy, Karma’, I promise.

“Good toy,” they grinned. And then they started to tug downwards.

I sank downwards with a plaintive whimper, still completely compliant to Karma as they pulled me to the floor by my tongue. As my knees hit the carpet, they finally let go and tapped me on the forehead with their wet fingers. “Your brain is my toy.”

“My brain is your toy, Karma,” I sighed, my mind hazy, my body slack, my cunt throbbing like a second heartbeat.

“Such a good toy.” They rested their hand on my head, starting to stroke my hair. My eyelids drooping, I leaned into the soothing headpats. As I gazed up at them, the tiny porn star looked like a giant towering over me - or a god, omnipresent and omnipotent, so far above me in every sense. It felt right to kneel before them. I should always be smaller than them. I always would be, even if I was standing.

“You are my toy.”

“I am your toy, Karma.”

“That’s right.” Their smile was the sun to me. “You’re Karma’s toy. Karma’s simp. Karma’s gooner. What are you?”

“Karma’s toy. Karma’s simp. Karma’s gooner,” I babbled breathlessly.

“Hell yeah, you are,” they snickered. My eyes were drawn down from their stunning face as I saw their free hand move in my peripheral vision. “And, what else are you?” they asked as they pulled up the front of their dress. Their fishnets were crotchless, it turned out - and they most certainly weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“Ppah - powerless for pussy,” I moaned, my mouth falling open at the sight of their tantalising slit. “Powerless for pussyyy...” I squirmed on my knees, desperate to bury my face between their legs, held back only by their light hand on my head - and by my own obedience, overriding all my other instincts and desires.

I heard Karma laughing gleefully in the distance, their fingers running through my hair. “That’s brilliant. I could’ve just done that in the first place, couldn’t I? Saved myself a little effort, and just instantly paralysed your willpower with the sight of my pretty pussy...”

“Powerless for pussy,” I all but pleaded.

“Ah, but, I have been feeling kinda, y’know, gender, lately,” they said casually, starting to slowly step backwards. I let out a whine and crawled after them, compelled by their cunt. “So y’know, I could just ride your face right now -”

“Mmngh powerless for pussy!”

“But,” they cackled above me, “that’s not quite what I want.” Approaching the nearest armchair, they reached down towards it. As the chair was facing away from me, I couldn’t have seen what they were picking up at that moment, even if my eyes weren’t unwaveringly fixated on their mouth-watering snatch. “No, I want something else.”

And suddenly they were brandishing a double-ended dildo in my sightline - a glimmering iridescent shaft that looked like it was made from crystal, yet was visibly flexible, bending a little from side to side as it hovered before me.

“Now, from what your Sir tells me, you make a very good cocksocket.” I shuddered at the degrading words, even as I felt a pulse of pride and pleasure. “And you know I’ve just got to test that for myself. And I hear you’re just as controlled by cock, aren’t you...?”

“Mmyeah controlled by cock,” I mumbled, drool falling from my mouth to the floor as I watched the dildo waving in my face like a magic wand. “Controlled by c-cock...”

“Good toy,” Karma gasped, as they pressed the other end of the dildo to their entrance. “Such a good sex toy. Such a good f-fleshlight - nngh...”

“Controlled by cock,” I burbled again, just as said cock drew my gaze back to Karma’s crevice as they inched it inside. “P-powerless for pussy... controlled by cock... powerless for pussy... controlled by cock...”

“Ooh, I didn’t expect that,” they giggled. “Of course, you can’t resist either, can you? You want them both. You can’t decide. You can’t make your mind up - whatever little mind you even have left by now.”

“Powerless for pussy, controlled by cock,” I muttered, the mantras emerging from my lips faster now as my eyes flitted back and forth between the two, as enraptured by the shimmering shaft as they were by the slick snatch. “Powerless for pussy, controlled by cock... powerless for pussy controlled by cock...”

“Keep you like this for long and your brain’ll really fry, hmm?”

“Powerless for pussycontrolled by cock... Powerless for pussycontrolled by cock... Powerlessforpussycontrolledbycock...”

“Well that’s alright, because like I say, I’ve already made my mind up. And it is up to me, after all.”

“Powerlessforpussycontromph-gh-gurk-gluk-guk-uuk-uk-uk...”

I went limp again, my eyes rolling, widening my mouth and relaxing my throat as much as possible as Karma thrust their dick inside. Their hand landed on my head again, grabbing my hair tightly, while their other hand gripped their shaft, fingers in a ring around the base where it entered their cunt.

“Thaaaat’s right,” they sighed, their perfectly peaceful voice at odds with the way they were fervently fucking my face. “Ohhh, god, Rain, that feels so good... What a comfy throat you have... Just right for my big, thick, cock...”

I pulsated in place, utterly mortified, deeply aroused, so pleased to be a comfy cocksleeve for Karma.

“Do me a favour and honk your own tits for me, toy...”

“Haw-heh,” I gurgled around the shaft a second later. They burst out laughing, which only made me sizzle with humiliation all the more.

“You’re so fucking hot... Oh god, I need you Rain... Karma’s gooner... Karma’s cumdump...”

I could only ‘gluk gluk gluk’ in response, my mouth forced wide open as they insistently impaled it. But in my mind’s eye, inside my empty head, I was smiling and repeating, ‘Karma’s gooner... Karma’s cumdump...’

“That’s right, my stupid little sex toy, take my cock,” they grunted, holding the back of my head and forcing my face forwards. “Take my dick... Take my big, hard dick...”

Even as I gagged on their tip, I was trying to get their big hard dick even deeper inside, bobbing further forwards each time, trying to nestle my nose in their pubes. I wanted to take them all. I wanted to be the best cocksocket I could be. I wanted to be Karma’s perfect toy, Karma’s perfect cumdump.

“Fuck, I’m gonna nut,” Karma cried. “I’m gonna nut... Feel it... Feel me nut... Feel me nut down your throat... and on your face...”

They seized my head from either side, holding me still as they humped my face more violently than ever. As I choked on their cock, I felt a creamy substance surge down my throat - impossibly, I knew, yet inarguably vivid and tangible. With a gasp, they pulled back and slid free of my mouth, their tip hovering right over my face, still holding me in place as I coughed and spluttered below them. And sure enough, I felt a torrent of cum splattering onto my face, coating my cheeks, my mouth, my eyelids, my nose, my forehead - everywhere. It was utterly real, utterly undeniable, even though I couldn’t actually see anything spurting from the tip of the silicone shaft above me.

At last they staggered backwards, sitting down heavily on the armrest of the nearby chair, cradling their cock with one hand and wiping their sweaty brow with the other. I sat back on my haunches, gasping for breath, massaging my jaw and neck. That was about the roughest facefucking I’d ever had from somebody else. (Sir made me suck his dick on the regular, but he rarely wore it at the time - and even then, he tended not to go anywhere near as hard as Karma, or even as hard as I did it to myself.)

They grinned exhaustedly down at me. “You good, Rain?”

“Yes, Karma,” I said with a placid smile. And I was. My throat was sore, my knees had a bit of carpet burn, my head ached a little from lack of oxygen - but I felt wonderful. I felt thoroughly used, utterly objectified, deeply degraded, and blissfully happy.

“Good toy. God, I should’ve stripped off before, I’m so sweaty now,” they chuckled, peeling off the grey dress over their head. I salivated at the sight of their small tits, jiggling gently as they were unveiled. Dumping the discarded dress on the armchair, they eased out the dildo next. “Here, have a little taste of this,” they smiled, holding it out to me. “Good toys deserve treats from time to time.”

“Yes, Karma,” I grinned gratefully, taking the shaft and sucking the end that’d been buried inside them. I’d wanted to taste their cunt so badly - I guess I got what I wanted, if only second-hand.

They gave me a broad, satisfied smile. “Look at you. You really are just my little cocksocket, aren’t you? My little cumrag? My little cumdump...?”

“Yes Karma,” I sighed reverently.

“What are you?”

“Karma’s cocksocket. Karma’s cumrag. Karma’s cumdump. Karma’s toy. Karma’s simp. Karma’s gooner.”

“Wow, good toy!” they nodded, clearly impressed with me for including the terms they’d made me say earlier. “Such a good cumdump. You can still feel it, can’t you? My cum all over your pretty little face?”

Now that they mentioned it, I could indeed. I knew it wasn’t real, but my brain was adamantly insisting it was. “Yes, Karma...”

“Try and wipe it off.” As I raised my hand and ran my fingertips through the sticky mess, they added, “And notice that nothing happens. Notice that you can’t wipe it off. You can feel it on your fingers, but you can’t get it off your face. D’you know why that is?”

“No, Karma,” I said with wide eyes, alternating between sucking my fingertips and the dildo.

“It’s because it’s hypno cum. Phantom cum. Imaginary cum, yet so real you feel it - hell, we both felt it. And because it’s phantom cum, and it doesn’t exist in the material world... you can’t wipe it off.” Their devious smirk grew wider. “It’s just gonna stay there. It’ll fade eventually, on its own, but it’ll stay on your face for - oh, probably the rest of today, I should think. You’re gonna have to walk around, feeling my cum all over your face, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Understand?”

I gulped, quivering uncontrollably, the cum coating on my face feeling so much heavier now I knew it wasn’t going anywhere. “Yes, Karma,” I squeaked.

They laughed cruelly, leaning back on the armrest, reaching out with one leg and patting me on the head with their foot. “That’s right, toy. You don’t have a say. You can’t get rid of it. And why would you want to? Karma’s gooner gets to wear Karma’s cum. It’s your badge of honour. You get to brag about it to all your friends - to tell them that the Karma spunked all over your face. That you’re Karma’s cumrag. Lucky thing. Lucky, lucky little fucktoy.”

I verbal-keysmashed and bowed my head, unable to look at them any more, as attracted as I was to their naked (fishnets aside) body. Snickering, they hooked their foot under my chin and tilted my head back up, forcing me to gaze up at them.

“I’m not this mean to all my fans, to be clear,” they assured me as they stood up, looming over me. “Just the ones that like it. Just the really pathetic ones, who’ll do anything to kiss my ass. You’re really pathetic, aren’t you, Rainy?”

“Yes Karma, I’m really pathetic,” I blurted.

“Well then, enjoy your just desserts, darling.” Swivelling on the spot, they gestured to their petite rear - which was all I could think about all of a sudden. The thought of doing anything else never crossing my mind, I puckered up and dove in, planting my lips on the soft, silky skin of their butt cheek.

“That’s right, Rain,” Karma cackled, “give my little brown butt a big old smooch!” Then they called across the room, “Enjoying the show, Sir?”

“Very much,” came my owner’s reply. I’d almost forgotten he was here. The world outside me and Karma, and the few feet encompassing us, had ceased to exist for me, time and space beyond the two of us rendered meaningless. But now I heard my Sir’s voice, a part of my mind was diverted back towards him, a part of my will focused on his wishes - even as I continued to make out with Karma’s pert buttock, the thin threads of their fishnets getting caught by my lips and tongue as I ravenously slurped at their tender skin.

“Get lots of decent clips?”

“Loads. And plenty of good pictures too.” He stood up and sauntered towards us.

“Awesome. Obviously I’ll never post them anywhere -”

“The Discord server we’re in is OK, because it’s private,” Sir told them. “Just not your OF.”

“Of course. But yeah, I just like having some mementos.” They reached back to cradle my head. “I enjoy them so much... And they were so fucking cute, fangirling over me!”

“Well it helps that they actually are your fan. You starting an OF really helped me out. I didn’t have to create any false memories to make this scene work, just take out some real ones...”

“And it’s crazy what a different dynamic that makes. I mean, normally when I’m with you two, I’m kinda shy, at least until we get properly into it and you put me under. But I’m more toppy when I’m Karma, and it’s so much easier to get into character with people who don’t know me. So her forgetting me, and being all flustered and starstruck, just made it so easy to dom her, it’s amazing!”

“It was pretty wild,” Sir chuckled. “Normally she’s the one flustering you, when she gets the chance...!”

“Can she hear all this?” Karma asked suddenly. “I mean, is she not gonna pick up on what we’re saying, figure out what’s going on...?”

There was a pause as he evidently peered round them to get a look at me, and gauge the state of my mind at that moment. “Nah, she’s not listening,” he decided. “She’s so out of it right now, we could blow up the TV and she wouldn’t notice.”

That might have been a slight exaggeration, but I was certainly too busy snogging Karma’s bum to pay attention to the conversation going on far over my head. I heard the words, but I couldn’t think through their meaning.

“Mm, I think she’s given me some decent hickies,” Karma giggled.

“Hey, Rainy-brain? Sit back for me, sweetheart.”

Reluctantly pulling my lips away from the sex worker’s gorgeous arse, I obeyed my owner and plonked my own bum on the carpet, staring up at them both with dreamy eyes and a dazed mind. Sir held a glass of water in his hand, and lowered it down to me. I accepted it without thinking and gulped some of its contents down, feeling a little more coherent as I did so. Behind him, Karma trotted off to the couch, sat down with a heavy sigh, and had a drink from her own glass on the coffee table.

“You’re gonna have a little break now,” Sir told me, giving me some tender headpats. “You doing good?”

“So good,” I exhaled, beaming up at him. “This has been awesome. Thank you so much...”

“You’re so welcome, my love. But hey - I’ve got more surprises for you. And some entertainment, because why should you be the only one who gets messed with?”

I stared at him in confusion. “The only one...?” But I was his only hypnosub here. Who else would -?

“Hey, Karma?” he called out, turning to face in their direction.

“Mm-hmm?” they replied, setting their glass down.

“Tick... tock,” he said. “Tick... tock. Tick... tock. Tick... tock... Tick... tock...”

He kept repeating that, over and over again, as he circled round the coffee table and stood over Karma, staring down at them intently. Their eyes widened, fixated on him, their expression growing vague and vacant. After he’d repeated a few times, they started to join in, seemingly outside of their own volition, murmuring, “Tick... tock... Tick... tock... Tick... tock...”

As they did so, their body began to move. Subtly at first, but more obviously by the moment, their arms began to jerk up and down, one after the other, seesawing at their sides. And soon, their head joined in, swinging to the left, then back to the centre to face forwards, and then to the right, and back to the centre. Each movement was in time with a ‘tick’ or a ‘tock’, their head and arms moving in sync with each other and with their own voice.

“Tick...” Head goes right - left hand comes up - right hand goes down. “Tock...” Head faces forwards again - left hand down - right hand up. “Tick...” Head to the left - left hand up - right hand down. “Tock...” Head forwards - left hand down - right hand up. “Tick...” Head right - left hand up - right hand down. “Tock...” Head forwards - left hand down - right hand up. “Tick...” Head left - left hand up - right hand down. “Tock...” Head forwards - left hand down - right hand up. “Tick...” Head right - left hand up - right hand down... “Tock...”

And on and on they went, tick-tocking their head from side to side and their arms up and down, continually, inexorably, helplessly. Their eyes grew more glazed, their eyelids more hooded, their face more slack, their already faint voice fading until it was almost inaudible. Within a couple of minutes, they looked about as entranced and mindless as I’d seen anyone.

I watched in silence, mouth agape, quite unable to process what I was seeing. Sir strolled back to me, grinning mischievously. “What d’you think?”

I gestured in Karma’s direction. “They’re hypnotised. How are they - when did you - what?”

“Oh, that’s a long-term trigger,” he said nonchalantly. “I haven’t hypnotised them today.”

“What? Wait - how - what? Hold on, just - er - what?!” I spluttered. “Did you know them already...?”

The thing was, I knew Karma were a hypnokinkster, and a switch - I was well aware that they got mesmerised and dominated from time to time. But seeing my Sir trigger them was the last thing I’d expected. It was plausible that they’d told him their triggers, just as he’d told them mine - but still, when they were in such a dommy mood, it seemed strange that they’d succumb to Sir so easily. That was the kind of thing that only tended to happen in a long-term hypno relationship, as far as I’d seen - and if one of Sir’s subs was my favourite porn star, I was sure he’d have told me.

Of course, I was currently lacking some fairly significant information that would’ve cleared up a lot of that confusion.

“Oh, you are such a good toy,” Sir chuckled fondly. “Even now, you still can’t remember the things I told you to forget.”

“You - what - what d’you m-”

“Allow me to reintroduce you,” he smiled, reaching out and tapping twice on my forehead.

I blinked. Then I slowly turned my head to stare at the mindless enby silently tick-tocking on my sofa, gasping as I finally recognised them as more than just my preferred porn star.

“Kirsha?!”