Two months earlier

“So - I’m not judging at all, so don’t think I am for a moment,” I said as I stepped back out onto our patio, placing one mug of coffee on the glass table for my guest, and sitting down opposite with the other cup. “If anything, I’m impressed... But what made you wanna start an OF?”

Kirsha grinned a little bashfully, taking a gulp of their drink as they considered their answer. “OK, so, if there’s one thing I’ve learned from being with Sir, it’s that other people watching me get off... gets me off,” they giggled. “I guess I’m kind of an exhibitionist, if you can believe it...”

“That’s the thing - when I first met you, you seemed so shy!”

“I was. I am!” They touched their index fingers together and gave me a faux plaintive look. “I’m shyyy! But no, for real, it’s not like I’m gonna go strutting down the high street in fetish gear or something,” they snickered, gesturing to their dark hoodie and loose sweatshorts, as if to indicate this would still be their standard attire. “But I just, I’ve been thinking about doing this for a while, I’ve always kinda liked the idea of it. It makes me feel sexy. I like showing off my body on the internet. I want to. I’m hot, after all.”

“Very,” I smiled knowingly. I’d seen proof enough of that for myself.

They blushed. “But I, I have to be in a certain mindset - in ‘Karma’ mode. I mean, you’ve seen what I’m like in the sack. I’m usually kinda cautious and hesitant at first, but then when we get going, I’m bolder...”

I nodded my agreement, taking a sip of my coffee. Again, I had indeed had plenty of experience of Kirsha’s more assertive side...

I first met Kirsha, briefly, after a performance of Annie by the amateur theatre group my boyfriend and his other subs attended. Sir played Rooster, and I might be biased here, but I think he channelled Tim Curry as well as anyone could. Melonie was a magnificent Miss Hannigan, while Scarlett did a stellar job as Daddy Warbucks. If you’re thinking the diminutive Kirsha played one of the children, that was my first guess too - but they were actually the deputy stage manager. I met Sir outside after the show ended, so I could pass on my congratulations, and he introduced me to his trio of casual lovers.

Not that I knew they were his lovers, or his submissives, at the time. In fact, that was a couple of months before he even mentioned his hypnotic talents to me and Ruth. It was after we’d begun our own relationship that he revealed his dynamic with Kirsha, Scarlett and Mel to me, mostly to check I was OK with it - which I was. Far from being jealous, I wanted to get to know them better - particularly if we were going to end up doing group sessions at some point, which I knew Sir was keen to do.

So I went on a few casual dates with each of them, meeting at coffee shops and going on dog walks and the like, and we built a good enough rapport that we all felt comfortable shagging under Sir’s control later on. We were never likely to evolve into kitchen-table polyamory - Scarlett and Mel had their own lives which they wanted to keep separate to a certain degree, much as Ruth did, and so our relationship largely remained platonic outside of any fuckery we got up to with Sir. Yes, I found them hot as fuck, and they didn’t hide their attraction to me either, but casual hypnokinky sex was as far as we wanted to take it.

My relationship with Kirsha started out similarly, but we started growing closer over the months that followed. They reminded me a lot of my younger self, mostly because of their insane work ethic - during their teen years, they volunteered to run a youth committee that organised workshops and theme nights for children and teenagers in the local area, and helped organise a summer festival, on top of school and attending an entirely separate kids’ theatre group. They stayed local after leaving school to keep helping with the youth group, while studying technical theatre and stage management at college. I thought I was an overachiever as a kid, but they put me to shame.

Also, they were just good fun. And, as they’d mentioned, super hot. We’d only slept together a few times, but it was enough to observe evidence of what Kirsha had said. If we were just casually chatting, bringing up the topic of kink or sex tended to get them a little blushy and bashful. But once we actually got into it, they usually let loose fairly fast.

“Sir’s good at drawing that side out of me,” Kirsha mused, “even without hypno. Well, he’s good at putting me in any mindset he feels like with hypno,” they smirked.

“Mood,” I grinned.

“But yeah, Karma’s really just me without my inhibitions. Kinda like your alter-ego, eh, Piss?” They winked.

“Don’t call me that,” I spluttered, covering my face as they chuckled at me. “You certainly did seem more, uh, brazen, last time we all hung out. You didn’t have much issue bossing me around when I was - um, when I was...”

“Pissed?” they sniggered.

“Ah - sure,” I half-laughed, half-groaned. “But I definitely saw some Karma that night. You didn’t have any problem making me give you that pretend blowjob!”

“Pretend?” Kirsha smirked. “Didn’t look like you were pretending...”

“I - agh,” I laughed. It felt a little like the balance of power had shifted in the course of this conversation, from Kirsha being slightly embarrassed by my questions about their new career (though not uncomfortably so), to starting to catch me off guard. It seemed Karma was coming out a little bit right now...

“What about you?” I said bluntly, trying to regain the upper hand. “’Cos you were properly squirmy when I did that. Almost like you were really feeling it...”

They gulped and averted their gaze, which was roughly the reaction I was hoping for. “Ah - yeah. So. Funny thing. And this actually isn’t to do with hypnosis, really, it pre-dates it. Sooooo, I’ve found, I can imagine - really really vividly imagine - I have a dick.”

As I stared at them curiously, they sat up straighter and met my eyes again. “Like, I’ve kinda always found, if I try and pretend I have one, I can feel it. Not in an abstract kinda way, but like it’s actually right there between my legs. Which is so weird, but honestly, so cool. Like, I can feel the shape of it, the length of it, the thickness and the, the weight. If I reach down there, I can feel it on my fingertips. I can feel the foreskin, and the, the nutsack...” Giggles started to escape their mouth. “And the pubes... It’s just, it’s like it’s there. Like it’s always there. I can feel it now, sitting here, talking about it. And when I talk about it, I kinda get... um... hard.” They swallowed. “I’m getting hard right now. It feels like there’s a bulge in my shorts. There isn’t, and I know there isn’t, but there is for me.”

I exhaled heavily, fascinated and not a little turned on. (It’s not every day that someone sits across from me talking matter-of-factly about their growing erection, illusionary or not.) “That’s... that’s wild,” I murmured. “And that’s not a hypnotic suggestion, you said...?”

“No. Well - no, but I have noticed it even more strongly, like, even more tangibly since I started doing hypnosis. Like, my mind was more tuned to those kind of phantom sensations. But it was already a thing, it just got more powerful.”

“Because you weren’t hypnotised that night, were you? Not at that point, right at the start of the evening, when you all got me hammered and I sucked you off...?”

“Nope. Well, no more than the baseline trancey feelings from just being around Sir. Y’know what I mean?”

I grinned and nodded - I knew exactly what they meant by that. “So you just... have that, then. A phantom dick.”

“Yup,” they snickered. “And honestly, I love it. It feels good. A lot of the time, it feels more real than my pussy.”

I tapped my lower lip thoughtfully as they swigged their coffee. “D’you think - um. I mean, d’you, uh...” I faltered, unsure exactly how to broach the subject. Despite being with an AFAB boyfriend, I still didn’t consider myself any kind of expert on the complexities of gender, being cis myself. “I don’t wanna, like, bring up a sensitive subject or anything...”

“I know,” they smiled. “Look, babe, I’m an open book - ask whatever. If I get uncomfortable, I’ll tell you, but don’t worry too much...”

“OK,” I said slowly. “So - if you can imagine, feel, having a dick so clearly, could that be a sign - could that mean that you might be, you know... a trans man?”

They shrugged, screwing up their face a little - not in offence, but in contemplation. “Maybe?”

“Because I did notice, on your OnlyFans, you put your pronouns as they/them. Is that a new thing...?” As far as I knew at that point, Kirsha identified as a cis woman, and had been using she/her pronouns.

“Yeaahhh, although I’ve been thinking about it for a while. And I’ve changed it on my other socials too, by the way. I just - this might come as a surprise to you, because I look like a fucking Barbie doll,” they said with a wry smile, gesturing to their undeniably stunning, delicate features.

“More like a Polly Pocket,” I teased. “You’re too small to be a Barbie.”

“Piss off,” they laughed. “OK, but the thing is, I feel pretty masculine a lot of the time. I... yeesh, I dunno how to explain this.” They pulled their knees up to their chest, hunching into a kind of upright foetal position in their chair. “There are things men have that I’m jealous of, that I want for myself.”

“Like a penis,” I smirked.

“Like a penis,” they nodded, grinning back at me. “But I don’t wanna go through the whole process and change myself, because I love my body. It’s a nice body. I mean, it’s already got me a fair few followers, and I’ve only been doing OF for a couple of weeks. So I don’t know if I’d ever wanna transition in any sense... and I just, I don’t know if that makes me, like, properly trans. Genderfluid, for sure, hence they/them. But I don’t think I’m a man.”

I shrugged. “Well, look, babe, you are whoever and whatever you say you are. Look at Sir - he’s definitely a man, but he’s femme-presenting, and he doesn’t usually try too hard to hide that. He’s comfortable as he is, mostly. So if you end up identifying as a guy, that doesn’t mean you’ve gotta grow a beard and get top surgery - you can stay exactly the same if you want. It’s up to you.”

Kirsha smiled, seeming reassured by my words. “I mean, I’ve thought about trying he/him pronouns now and again, just to see how it feels. So maybe, I dunno... Also, the thought of being a horny guy living in a gorgeous girl’s body is pretty fun.”

I barked with laughter. Then a question I had on my mind earlier came back to me. “Hey, sorry to change the subject back, but about OnlyFans...”

“Mm-hm?” they asked, unfolding their curled-up body and reaching for their mug.

“Isn’t it really tough on hypnosis content?” I remembered Sir mentioning that at one point. “I just, I have to imagine you wanna end up making that kinda stuff at some point, correct me if I’m wrong...”

“No, you’re right, absolutely,” they nodded firmly. “I definitely want to put out hypno content - and yeah, OF’s got it all under the ‘non-consensual’ banner, which is fucking bullshit. But hypnosis is still kind of a niche kink anyway, and I wanna make myself known first, get my name out there. Well, my ‘name’,” they snorted. “‘Karma’. And I reckon the way to do that is to go mainstream to start off. My thinking is, dip my toe in, build up a following on OF and other more well-known sites, see how that goes. Then, maybe make a few videos with a hypno creator, like Entrancement or Spellbound Minds or someone... and then start making my own hypno stuff, and find a new platform where I can put that out. Clips4Sale, maybe, or Patreon - neither of those are perfect, but they seem like the best options at the moment...”

“Seems like you’ve thought it through!”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s early days yet. Depends how successful I am to start off. I’ll give it a year and see how I’m doing, and decide if there’s any point carrying on...”

“Well, you’ve got one loyal fan here,” I assured them with a grin. They beamed back at me gratefully. “I’m so impressed, honestly. I could never do it myself.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for ages, to be fair. Finally I just decided to go for it.”

I arched a mischievous eyebrow. “You sure no-one... compelled you to do it? You sure some devious outside influence wasn’t making you want to put your naked body on the internet...?”

We both laughed.

“Positive,” Kirsha grinned. “One hundred per cent. Weeell... ninety nine. I know it was my idea in the first place - if Sir did anything it’d just be to boost my confidence a little, so I actually went through with it. But no, I’m certain he didn’t. He’s been super supportive though, as you’d expect.”

I nodded, smiling. I was joking, to be clear. Hypnosis didn’t work like that, as we both knew perfectly well. True, I’d done things in the year I’d spent under Sir’s power that I never thought I would - crossed boundaries I never even thought about, let alone considered whether I’d do them or not - but every single step had been negotiated fully and openly. He’d never done anything to violate my consent, nor did I ever expect him to - with me, Kirsha, or any of the others. If they said they chose to start making porn on their own, I believed them.

“And hey, like I say, I’m never getting on camera myself, aside from the stuff we put on Discord,” I remarked (and that’s evidence hypnosis isn’t real mind control if nothing else is). “But if you ever need someone to practice on...” I grinned, gesturing to myself. “You know I give good blowjobs!”

“That you do,” Kirsha smiled, rising to their feet. “Although next time, don’t use so much teeth.”

I gasped, outraged. “How dare you?! I never use too much teeth!! I think that phantom dick of yours is imagining things...”

Chuckling, they ambled over to me and perched on my lap. “Well, maybe. But maybe we do just need more practice together,” they said with a lewd smirk, their deep brown eyes on mine.

“Maybe we do,” I replied with a slightly tremulous smile, as their arms encircled my shoulders.

“And with what a supportive friend, and fan, you’ve been, I think you’ve earned some good Karma,” they chuckled, leaning in.

“Too right,” I snickered, just as their soft lips met mine.

***

I didn’t confess, either before or after (and certainly not during) the ensuing extended makeout session, that I hadn’t actually looked at Kirsha’s OF yet. Sir sent me the link the day they started, and I subscribed straight away, but I hadn’t given it a proper peruse in the couple of weeks that followed. Partly because I was too busy with work, partly because I was too busy being dominated by Sir, and partly because I hardly used OnlyFans anyway. I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t watch much porn, and even after Sir’s presence in my life and mind dialled up my sex drive, I still stuck mostly to hypnokink material. Though I totally understood Kirsha’s reasons for using it, I did find OF’s hypnophobic attitude quite alienating.

But I felt guilty for not actually checking out my friend’s content, which is an odd kind of guilt. Sorry I didn’t perv on the porn you made, my bad. I’ll go touch myself to your nude body at my earliest convenience. Anyway, after they left that evening, I sorted myself some supper, and then settled on the sofa, with my laptop on the coffee table and my AirPods in my ears, and pulled up Kirsha’s - or should I say, Karma’s - profile. Sir was away visiting a friend in Cambridgeshire and wouldn’t be back until about ten, so I had plenty of time yet. Not that I intended to watch porn right up until he returned - I’d just check out a few videos, leave some likes and some supportive comments, and then stick the telly on.

Pinned to the top of their feed was a video of them performing a striptease, with a sexy soundtrack playing over the top - a slow, sensual rhythm, accompanied by a recording of their voice welcoming their viewers to their page. “Dive in and enjoy,” they intoned, as they slid their shirt off over their head and exposed their small, swaying tits. “Let time pass you by, as you indulge yourself in a little good Karma...”

I grinned faintly - they clearly liked that line. It occurred to me, too, that this welcome video might be edging close to the borderline of OF’s anti-hypnosis rules - but they could just pass it off as standard seduction techniques, I supposed. Other camgirls probably did release similar clips that suggested mesmerism, without outright using it.

But then Karma inched their shorts down past their undulating hips, parading their bare butt before the camera, and I lost my train of thought somewhat! Fuck, my friend was sexy. I mean, I already knew that - we’d shagged at least three or four times by this point - but I hadn’t seen them in this kind of context before, showing off their trim, tantalising body for anyone to see. They were so bold, so daring, so alluring... I absently noticed I’d begun to rub myself through my tights, as I watched their ass sway on the computer screen.

“You might find hours fly by, without you even noticing,” Karma’s voice crooned, their lips not moving as they smirked back over their shoulder, as if to tease the viewer staring at their bum. (Which was me. I was staring at their bum, and it felt like they knew it. I rubbed a little faster.) “As you peruse my pictures, as you watch my videos, as you touch yourself to my naked body... you might find it hard to stop. You might feel compelled to keep going, desperate to keep watching, unable to help yourself. Utterly...”

They twirled on the spot to face forwards, their hands floating and flowing in the air either side of their bare crotch. “Powerless,” they concluded.

“Powerless for pussy,” I murmured, only afterwards realising I’d said it out loud. I inhaled sharply, suddenly realising the danger I’d put myself in. Kirsha had set a trap with this welcome video - maybe accidentally, although them saying ‘powerless’ just as they presented their pussy made me suspect it was deliberate - and I’d blindly stumbled into it with my eyes wide open. And now those eyes were stuck on the scene, entranced by the enticing sight before them, and I didn’t think I could pull them away.

“And that’s alright. That’s natural. That’s why you’re here. To watch. To scroll. To see all of me, every little bit, and rub yourself silly to the sight of me. So let go, and give in, and goon for me, my sweet little powerless simps...”

“Powerless for pussy,” I muttered again - just as the video came to an end, on a still of Kirsha half-turned away, their hip blocking my view of their spellbinding slit. I needed to see it again. I needed more of them. I needed to scroll, and watch, and goon. I hurriedly scrolled to the next video, to find them lying nude on their bed, teasing between their legs with two nimble fingers.

“Powerless for pussy,” I gasped once more. It dimly occurred to me that if I couldn’t break free now, when I still had a hint of awareness, I could be trapped watching Kirsha’s videos all night long. At least until Sir got home and set me free, which would guarantee I’d never hear the end of it. I tried to look away then, if only to deny him the satisfaction.

A few seconds passed, in which I entirely failed to drag my gaze away from the spread, slick snatch on the screen before me. “Powerless for pussy,” I whimpered again, the extent of my powerlessness overwhelming what remained of my mind.

Oops, I managed to think, in the fleeting moment before Karma’s cunt consumed my consciousness.

(Why wasn’t this an issue at other times, you might ask, me getting stunlocked by some porn? I never said it wasn’t! I just rarely watch it alone - like I say, I’m not really into porn unless I’m watching it with Sir. And he’s therefore there to snap me out of it, and/or to point and laugh.)

The next few hours passed in a blur of lewd images and endless, simmering pleasure. I watched video after video after video, one hand on the touchpad so I could quickly like each one and then scroll to the next without delay, the other jammed between my legs, fully ramming my palm against my needy cunt through the flimsy, increasingly soaked material of my tights. My eyes, my mind, were filled with images of Karma (and I found it impossible at that moment to think of them by any other name).

“Scroll for Karma. Goon for Karma. Lose yourself to Karma. Cream your pants for Karma...”

“Ggghk - Karmaaa...”

Karma showing off their tits, their ass, their pussy, their feet, their agape mouth and dangling tongue. Karma flaunting and flirting at the camera, secretive, salacious smiles on their stunning face. Karma sprawled on their sofa. Karma lying on their bed. Karma bent over, spreading their cheeks to show off both their holes.

Karma pleasuring their pussy again and again and again, with their hands, and with a variety of vibrators and dildos. Karma jerking off a strap-on, or an invisible cock (and I felt a glimmer of pride, privileged with the knowledge that for them, these were as much acts of masturbation as anything else they were doing). Karma cramming plugs of gradually increasing size into their butthole (and though I had no interest in anal myself, for some reason it was hot seeing them do it). Karma hooking their ankles behind their head and teasing both their orifices at once, one hand caressing their clit while the other thrust a finger up their bum.

“Bewitched by my boobs... Absorbed by my ass... Controlled by my cock... Powerless for my pussy...”

“Controlled by cock... Powerless for pussyyy...”

Karma towering over the camera, calling the viewer a pathetic little bug who should feel lucky to even see them. “That’s right, you little perv, you just sit down there and touch yourself to my pretty pussy, because this is the closest you’re ever gonna get to it.” Karma waving their butt at the viewer, telling them they needed to prove their devotion beyond all doubt. “Wanna be my favourite pet? Then get over here and eat my ass like it’s your last meal.” Karma kneeling with a collar round their neck, holding up its leash to an unseen figure. “I’m your perfect little sex slave, Master, please tell me how to please you...” Karma giving a simulated blowjob to an off-camera lover, represented by one of their more realistic dildos, giving them cutesy smiles, and bashfully asking if they liked them. “Of course you can cum all over my glasses, Sir, I don’t mind! I just wanna make you happy!”

“Hump your hand for me. Hump your pillow for me. Hump your chair for me. Hump your table for me. Hump whatever’s nearest, whatever’s easiest, whatever’s most convenient - whatever you need to get yourself off to the sight of me. Hump for me. Grind for me. Rut for me...”

And accompanying most of the videos was more of that encouraging, ensorcelling soundtrack, words flowing directly into my vacant head, continually coaxing and compelling me. In my horny, hypnotised haze, they seemed to keep speaking to me even between clips - in hindsight, maybe I was so far gone that I was actually hallucinating their voice. Real or imagined, it had taken over my mind completely, leaving me unable to do anything but follow Karma’s commands, obey their will, and keep watching their content with my hand jammed down my knickers.

“Karma’s toy... Karma’s simp... Karma’s gooner...”

“Karma’s toy... Karma’s simp... Karma’s goonerrr...”

The first thing I heard for two hours that wasn’t Karma’s voice or my own moans, was my partner’s laughter. He finally arrived home to find me slumped in my seat, a sweaty, bedraggled mess, still frantically fingerfucking myself to footage of our friend with benefits, pawing at my tits with my free hand. I didn’t even notice him come in, unable to stop until he literally closed my laptop and snapped his fingers in my face. My head jolting back, I stared up at him blearily, his face a dark smear as my eyes struggled to adjust away from my glowing screen.

“Someone’s been entertaining herself,” Sir sniggered.

“K-Karma,” I gurgled, the only reply I could think of at that time.

“You good there, Rain? Seems like you might’ve got a little stuck...”

“Powerless for pussy.”

“Mm-hm. Did you at least eat?”

Dimly registering this was a question Sir actually needed me to answer, I tried to think, which is hard to do when you’ve only got two brain cells left and they’re fighting for third place. “Duhhhh... y-yeah,” I answered finally, my voice thick and slurred.

“Well, that’s something,” he chuckled. “Alright, I’m gonna get you some water, then I’m gonna get myself something to eat, then I’m gonna stick you in the shower, and then we’re going to bed. OK, Rainy?”

“Mm-OK,” I mumbled, gazing glassily at him as he leaned down and kissed my sweaty forehead, and then trotted away to the kitchen.

At that moment, I didn’t have the capacity to feel embarrassed by the compromising position Sir had caught me in. That’d return later, when my brains gradually regrew inside my heavy, hollow head while he washed my worn-out body for me.

But I’d be so much more mortified if I’d known... this was only the first time.

***

Now

I gaped at the figure on my sofa, their head and arms mechanically moving back and forth, up and down, tick-tocking themself further into total oblivion. The memories of my friendship with Karma - with Kirsha - were settling back into my brain, the sight of their nude body bringing back so many vivid images.

I now knew today was not the first time we’d fucked - but it was the first time since tiny, timid Kirsha had become Karma the confident camby. The first time I’d seen them naked in person, outside of my laptop screen, since the evening I’d Pissed away with them and the rest of Sir’s hypno harem.

I felt intimately familiar with the sight of them, though - hardly a night had gone by in the last two months that I hadn’t spent wanking my brains out to their captivating content. Despite my usual indifference to porn, Kirsha had quickly made an addict out of me. Not gonna lie, even now I remembered we already knew each other, I still felt slightly starstruck.

The background of this evening’s scenario was becoming clearer to me now, too. It wasn’t Sir who’d told Kirsha about my crush on them. He hadn’t needed to rat me out - I gave the game away myself, the very next time we saw each other, when I ran into them at the shops a few weeks after our afternoon makeout sesh. They swiftly figured out, from the pronounced blush I acquired pretty much the moment I saw them, that I’d checked out their profile, and very, very much enjoyed it. I glowed with embarrassment as I recalled that run-in.

Or maybe they knew anyway. Maybe they had noticed the influx of likes, comments and tips from ‘cloudburst03’, and put two and two together. And I could tell, from the devious look they got, that they were just waiting for the chance to take advantage. But I didn’t expect them to conspire with my dastardly dom, and plan out this scene specifically to squish me into submission.

I should say, I hadn’t been giving them huge tips - mostly because I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. For perhaps the first time, Sir having control of my finances served an actual purpose beyond just being incredibly demeaning, keeping me from uncontrollably sending Karma hefty sums - though he did grant me a small allowance for that specific purpose. £25 each month, which so far I’d persistently blown through within about two days.

Also, he didn’t really give them a big chunk of my paycheck to come and fuck me for our anniversary... just another £25. I’d have offered more, if it were up to me. An in-person meetup with a porn star, even a porn star I was friends with, felt like it should cost a decent amount. But the money wasn’t the point, at least as far as they were concerned - that was just another way for the pair of them to fuck with my head. They’d have done it anyway, because they loved Sir, and they liked me, and they clearly enjoyed bossing me around and using me as a fleshlight. They did this for the love of the game. (And for £25.)

Hauling my eyes away from my friend-with-benefits-turned-porn-crush-turned-tormenter, I tilted my head back and gave Sir a rueful, appreciative grin. He loomed over me, his smug smile sending shivers up my spine.

“So, who should I be pissed off with here?” I chuckled. “Who’s idea was all this...?”

“Oh, it was definitely a collaboration,” he replied, reaching down to give me headpats. “Kirsh said you were all blushy last time they saw you, it really made them want to mess with you. And I did want to do a proper anniversary celebration, to make up for January. The plan just kinda came together naturally.” He smiled wickedly. “I didn’t tell them I planned to turn the tables on them. They probably guessed though - they know what I’m like.”

“Mm-hm,” I hummed in agreement, grinning up at them dreamily. I couldn’t really compose a more coherent response at that moment. Though I was admittedly a bit more lucid from my hydration break, I still felt very submissive and cockdrunk. And the phantom cum on my face wasn’t helping with that.

Mind you, I was the definition of alertness compared to Kirsha/Karma, who was still robotically, rhythmically flailing on the sofa. Their face was completely slack, strings of drool hanging off their jawbone, swinging in the air as their head ticked from left, to middle, to right, to middle. The repetitive movement had made their glasses slide down their nose, leaving them in danger of falling off. Their lips moved subtly as they kept silently repeating ‘tick, tock, tick, tock’, mindlessly, endlessly, helplessly...

They looked so fucking gone. So fucking empty. So fucking beautiful.

“Enjoying the show?” Sir chuckled, offering me a hand up.

I accepted it, rising to my feet. “Very much,” I admitted, giving my needy slit a few quick rubs. “You know I like seeing someone else getting messed with, for once...”

“Oh I’m a multitasker, I can quite easily mess with you as well,” he said with a sly smile.

“Ah - nn - I’m having a breeeak,” I whine-laughed. “Haven’t I been messed with enough for the time being?!”

“How are you feeling, after all that?” he asked sincerely.

“Used,” I said without thinking. Blushing and averting my gaze, I massaged my throat and added, “But great. Really great.”

Sir gave me a look of feigned confusion. “Means the same thing, doesn’t it?”

As I merely giggled with embarrassment in response, he turned on his heel to gaze across the room at the spellbound sex worker on the sofa. “Karma-clock, feel my finger on your gears now, holding you still,” he called out, striding back towards them. They locked in place at once, their left arm raised, their head turned to the right, lips parted and eyes glazed, trembling from the buildup of momentum trapped in their clockwork body.

Reaching down towards their face, Sir slid their spectacles free, folding them up and setting them carefully on the coffee table. “And feel me let go.”

They promptly started moving again, but much faster, their head hurtling from side to side, their arms violently flying up and down. Their voice became audible again, panting, “Ticktockticktockticktockticktockticktockticktock...” They convulsed on the couch for a good ten to twenty seconds, cycling through their repetitive movements at top speed, catching up on what they’d missed while Sir’s finger on their gears held them in place. Finally, they slowed to their usual pace, their voice fading again, their breathing audibly heavy from the exertion.

I shook my head in amazement, admiring the sight of the powerless porn star. I’d seen them under Sir’s spell before, of course, following the suggestions and compulsions he’d planted in their brain - most of which they had in common with me, admittedly. (The idea of triggers being shared between Sir’s subs didn’t strike me as lazy - more, it kinda turned me on to think he was creating more uniformity between us, eroding the differences between us and leaving likeminded, identically-brainwashed slaves.) But I hadn’t seen him control them since the house party - and I’d never seen this suggestion before. The way they responded to it so easily, so automatically, implied they’d had it for a while, but it was a fun surprise for me.

“Karma-clock? Wind down.”

As I watched raptly, Kirsha’s mechanical movements slowed to a stop, and they sagged in their seat, their arms falling bonelessly to their sides, their head nodding forwards, their eyes rolling back in their head. “Good doll,” Sir said, reaching down to stroke their hair over their upper back.

“Fuckkk,” I groaned, unabashedly fingering myself as I gazed across at them. “That’s so fucking hot... They’re so out of it... So controlled... So under your power...”

“Yours too.” Sir smiled at my double take. “They are your gift. And you were such a good toy for them earlier. Turnabout’s fair play, right?”

Even as I inhaled sharply at the implications of what he’d said, I incredulously blurted, “You never play fair!” (Not the wisest thing to say when I was basically being offered free use of a fellow fucktoy, but I must again point out how stupid I am and how cockdrunk I was.)

Sir let that one go anyway, possibly in the interest of playing out whatever was to come. Sliding one hand across Kirsha’s torso, and placing the other on their back, they propped them up in their seat like a ventriloquist dummy. Though their head still hung forwards, I could see their typical trance face well enough - their jaw was slack, drool trickling from one corner, and though their eyes were open, they were rolled back in their head, showing only the blank whiteness of their sclera.

“And you do have a power over them,” he remarked almost casually. “Because they have a certain weakness all my subs share. Karma doll, eyes forward for me.”

Their eyes crossed, fluttered, and finally settled, staring sightlessly ahead. Taking hold of their hair, Sir lifted and angled their head so I was directly in their sightline.

“Look at Rain for me,” he told them, and their hooded, glassy eyes instantly looked a fraction more alert as their gazed fixed on me. A gasp escaped their gaping mouth as they took in the sight of me, standing in the middle of my living room having a wank to the sight of them. “And tell me, what’s going through that empty little head of yours?”

“Powerless for pussy,” they moaned, almost before he finished his sentence. “Pow-powerless, powerless for pussy... powerless for pussyyy...”

I let out a squeak of surprised laughter, even though I did know all Sir’s submissives shared this susceptibility, this vulnerability, this irresistible craving for cunt. After being so powerless for Kirsha’s pussy not long ago, I guess I wasn’t quite prepared for them to be powerless for mine. But that wouldn’t stop me from capitalising on it!

“That’s right, good slut,” Sir praised them, cradling the back of their head as they stared at my snatch with base, blank desire. “You’re powerless for pussy.”

“Powerless for pussy,” they echoed in a low mumble.

“You’ll follow it anywhere, won’t you? You’ll do whatever it wants?”

“Powerless, powerless for pussy,” they agreed desperately, even as he nodded their head for them.

I quivered with excitement, even as I pulsated with humiliation at Sir’s words. ‘Do whatever it wants’ - meaning my pussy, not me. Meaning that was all that mattered - my pussy’s wants and wishes, not mine. Which did ring true, considering how much power I’d given him over my life simply to satisfy my ceaseless lust...

Or maybe he meant to discount the rest of me even from existence - as if all I really was, was a pussy. A wet, needy pussy, obsessed with getting off by any means necessary, that just happened to have a torso and tits and arms and legs and a head, which weren’t really important to who I was. Just a horny hole, driven by desire, using its extra, decorative appendages to get what it wanted, at any cost to its dignity...

What a good little fucktoy I was, mentally degrading myself even as Sir put Kirsha under my power. Just goes to show, I was always meant to be on the low end of the hierarchy, an oversexed, simple-minded slave. But that didn’t mean someone else couldn’t be placed even lower.

I dragged my attention back to the camby on the couch, touching themself to the sight of me touching myself to the sight of them. That should be my focus - I shouldn’t get so lost in my own weak little mind that I let the opportunity in front of them pass me by. I moved my hand to rest against my right thigh, stroking my slit from the side so they would have a better view. They kept rambling, “Powerless for pussy,” with even more zeal, it seemed to me, so I guessed that was a good call.

“Good slut,” Sir encouraged them, running his fingers through their streaming ebony hair. “Good porn doll. Good camwhore...” They moaned appreciatively in response, rubbing themself harder.

He shot me a grin. “How’re you feeling, Rain?”

“Fucking horny,” I told him bluntly.

“What d’you want right now?”

“Them. Karma - Kirsha, whoever. I want them. I want them to fuck me. I want them to fuck my needy pussy...”

“Powerless for pussy!”

“Well, let’s give the people what they want, then,” Sir snickered. “Or the fucktoys, anyway.”

Putting his right arm around them again, and taking their left hand with his own, he lifted Kirsha to their feet, their eyes still magnetised to my crotch. He guided them around the coffee table, the only obstacle separating them from me.

I could’ve had them take me right there and then. A big part of me wanted to (specifically, the part they were unwaveringly, brainlessly leering at). But I had just enough brainpower to make a better decision. If we fucked on the floor, we could both end up with carpet burn - and I already had a little on my knees, so I didn’t fancy more. And though the sofa and armchairs were options, they could be a bit awkward. There was a smarter option, and my brain wasn’t too squishy for it to occur to me just then.

I began to walk backwards, glancing over my shoulder every so often to make sure I wasn’t going to collide with anything. Kirsha plodded after me like a sleepwalker, just as I knew they would, as drawn to me as I’d been drawn to them earlier.

I used my pussy to lead them through the corridors of my home, until we reached my bedroom. Smiling triumphantly, I stood at the foot of my bed and waited for the petite, naked, mindless sex worker to catch up to me. I couldn’t wait to have them eat me out as passionately as I’d eaten them out. As they approached, I opened my mouth to speak -

“Atten-tion,” Sir called out from just beyond the open doorway. I snapped straight to attention, my arms straight at my sides, my legs locked together, my eyes forwards, my mind blank. “Sorry, Rainy-brain,” he chuckled. “Like you said - I never play fair. But I don’t think you’re gonna mind too much!”

He stepped around Kirsha, who had come to a halt as close as they could to me while still able to stare at my snatch. They were visibly overcome with desire, yet frozen with indecision, unable to figure out what to do next without commands from the pussy that had them under its power. I could relate to them.

Or rather, I could have related to them, if I hadn’t been turned into an empty-headed action figure. I should’ve known my moment of power would pass fleetingly, and sure enough, the tables had tabled.

Planting his palm on my chest, Sir gave me a push, and I toppled backwards and landed with a soft whump on the duvet, still as stiff and straight as a steel bar, staring fixedly at the ceiling. Grabbing me by the waist, he slid me upwards until my legs were no longer sticking over the edge of the bed.

“Karma slut, how hard are you right now?”

“Ssso fucking hard,” they whimpered. “Oh fuck, I can’t bear it...”

“Rain, at ease.”

I let out a gasp, my body relaxing, my frazzled mind flickering back on like an old, staticky TV. While I was clumsily trying to grasp what was happening, Sir seized my ankles and spread my legs apart, exposing my nether regions more fully.

“Powerless for pussy,” Kirsha cried out again. Lifting my head from the bed, I gazed past my own nude body and across the room to see them frantically jerking off their phantom erection, framed by the doorway behind them like a painting. They sure looked like a work of art to me.

My hands were already creeping back to my cunt, and to my chest - only for Sir to suddenly say, “Rain stops play.” I let out an indignant grunt as my hands were flung aside, repelled by the imaginary forcefields he’d imposed around my erogenous zones. I couldn’t touch myself now. I couldn’t reach any part of me that brought me pleasure, anything sensitive and needy enough to make them worth caressing and rubbing. Not my clit, not my tits, not my butt - not even my lips. (The ones on my face, that is.)

Hell, basically all of me was fizzing with ecstasy at that moment - I could probably get off to stroking the skin over my hip. So I could do nothing. I could touch nothing. Sir might as well have used my ‘unarmed’ trigger and made me forget I even had hands, for all the good they could do me.

“Ohhh, fu-uckkk,” I groaned indignantly, squirming and clutching impotently at the duvet beneath me. Being around Sir, it seemed I’d found a thousand ways to say ‘fuck’, each with a different meaning. But in case he needed a translation, I gave him a beseeching stare and whimpered, “Please!”

“Please,” Kirsha echoed huskily, their curled thumb and index finger whipping back and forth between their legs ever more rapidly.

“Well, since you both asked so nicely,” Sir said with a smirk, sauntering back to the slutty sleepwalker at the end of my bed. “Go ahead, doll,” he said, giving them an encouraging pat on the arse. “Dick her down.”

I made a noise that was half an exasperated splutter at his choice of words, and half a relieved whoop that I was in fact going to get dicked down. Thankfully, the forcefields only prevented me from touching me, nobody else.

Not needing to be told twice, Kirsha scrambled onto the bed, and I rose to meet them, shuffling my butt across the duvet towards them. We quickly moved closer together, our legs entwining, until our pulsating pussies met - at which point they began to grind against me with an urgency and forcefulness even I wasn’t prepared for. I would’ve toppled backwards once again, had they not seized me by the shoulders.

Grabbing hold of their tiny waist, I proceeded to give as good as I got, riding them like a horse on the beach. (I have no idea where that mental image came from, but I’m going with it.) For the next few long minutes, the room was filled with fuck noises - my and Kirsha’s gasps, moans, and occasional blurts of ‘fuck’, the rustling of the covers beneath us, and the wet sounds of our lower lips sloppily making out.

For their part, I knew Kirsha was most likely thrusting their phantom dick inside me. Which was wonderful for them, and if that was what was getting them off, I certainly didn’t mind. I would’ve liked to feel that too, but at that moment I just felt their pussy against mine. I couldn’t complain. I was happy either way. Happy, and horny, and helpless, and hypnotised, humping Karma’s hot little hole.

I did wonder briefly if I’d feel them cum inside me, if I couldn’t feel their cock. But that vague thought reminded me of their spunk still splattered across my face, droplets dripping off my jawbone every now and again, and then I was too aroused to ponder the matter further.

They leaned forwards and pressed their face into my cleavage, kissing my tits hungrily. Giggling lust-drunkenly, I cradled their head against my chest, closing my eyes and letting my head loll backwards as I relished the sensation of their mouth on my boobs. Not to mention, I thought my clit might have met theirs, and it felt indescribably good to rub them together.

Moving both hands to their buttocks, I hung backwards and rolled my hips more urgently, rampantly rutting against their cunt. They too teetered back, each dangling at an equal distance away from me, the pair of us like petals unfurling from the stigma of a flower. Karma’s hand found my left breast, grasping hold of it to keep them from falling, just as I clung to their bum.

“Good girl, Rain,” came Sir’s voice from the near distance, as I saw him moving alongside the bed towards me. “Good doll. Such a good fucktoy. Keep going. Remember not to cum, good soldier...”

“Good soldiers follow orders,” I gasped. I already had been - I’d been cresting the edge for what felt like hours now, but was restraining myself with the iron will of someone whose will was not their own.

“You either, Karma doll,” he continued, stepping closer to them. “Not until I touch you, understand?”

“Gnnfgh - yyes, Sir,” they grunted through gritted teeth, humping me just a little harder. I actually did feel their cock now, appearing in my pussy as if it’d been there the whole time, long and thick and thrusting deep. A quavering moan escaped my mouth as my eyelids flicked open, my gaze falling on Kirsha’s contorted face, their own eyes shut tight.

“Good doll,” he praised them. “Good slut. Good camwhore. Good porn doll.” Leaning towards their ear with a cunning expression that only I could see, he added in a sultry murmur, “Good boy.”

Their eyes flew wide open, their face suddenly wearing a look of shock. I had a fraction of an instant to wonder whether Sir had crossed some kind of line - whether calling them a boy was a boundary he wasn’t supposed to violate. But as I almost immediately discovered, the truth was quite the opposite.

“I’m a good boy,” they blurted, their face clouded with a kind of euphoria I’d rarely seen before, with glazed eyes and a small, slightly maniacal smile. Planting their soles in the duvet behind me, they pulled themselves just a little closer to me, pressing their pelvis against mine. “I’m a good boy.” They started to speed up, spearing me harder and deeper with the dick that didn’t exist, yet was entirely tangible to both of us. “I’m a good boy.” Still holding my tit in a vice-like grip, they fixed their eyes on me, their expression almost caveman-like in its single-minded arousal. “I’m a good boy,” they kept repeating, again and again and again, as they impaled me again and again and again. “I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy...”

“You’re a good boy,” I found myself echoing, their henna-covered hand on my soft, squishy boob pressing the words into my equally squishy, impressionable brain. “You’re a good boy... You’re a good boy...” And hearing me reiterate it only reinforced it for them, making them mutter the words faster and more insistently as they rapidly rammed into me.

“Such a good boy,” Sir agreed over our brainless babbling. “And such a good toy. Both of you are such fantastic fucktoys. D’you know something, Rain? Today’s not just our fifteen-month anniversary. It’s my and Karma slut’s twenty-three-month anniversary. And you know that’s a very important date! So this is actually a three-way celebration, for me, my good soldier, and my good boy...”

“Good soldiers follow orders!”

“I’m a good boy, I’m a good boy! I’m a good boy!!”

And then Sir’s hand was on my back, and I saw his other hand on Karma’s, and I flung my head back and screamed with ecstasy, and felt a non-existent spurt as the mind-controlled camby emptied their imaginary balls, filling my pussy to the brim. We wailed, and writhed, and wrapped our arms around each other, clinging on for dear life as I climaxed around their cock.

Spent at last, we both slumped down onto our sides, sweaty and exhausted, entangled in each other’s limbs, our bedraggled hair mixed together beneath our heads. Kirsha giggled softly, cuddling up close beside me and nuzzling against my chest as I gurgled and drooled on the duvet. Sir patted our butts, and then went back to the lounge to fetch our water.

***

“How’re my toys doing?” Sir asked as he sauntered back into the bedroom, a glass in each hand.

“Alive,” Kirsha called out dazedly, waving a hand in the air. “An’ we have brains again. I think...”

“Speak for yourself,” I sniggered sleepily. “Still feeling very cockdrunk...”

“I don’t get cockdrunk,” they mumbled, their voice muffled by my tit, which their face was still resting against. “I get cockstoned.”

I burst out laughing. “Cockstoned!” I hooted, clutching my belly with one hand and wrapping my other arm around my tiny fuckbuddy. “I love that so much!”

“I mean it feels accurate! I’ve got, like, a post-nut high...!”

“Alright, sillies,” Sir said with an indulgent chuckle. “Shuffle your butts up.”

With only a fraction more cajoling, we shifted round ninety degrees and propped ourselves up on my pillows, sipping our water. Taking the glasses back and setting them down on his bedside table, Sir slid onto the bed next to us, which meant we all had to lie quite close together so there’d be enough room - not that any of us minded. Kirsha the cockstoned camby cuddled right up to me and put their chin on my shoulder, smiling serenely at me.

“Hi,” I grinned at them.

“Hiiii,” they replied dreamily. “You’re pretty.”

“You’re pretty,” I told them. Then I glanced round at Sir and said, “And you’re pretty!”

“I know,” he said with a flick of his hair, to which we all laughed. “You two enjoy your anniversary presents?”

I nodded like a bobble head, hugging Kirsha tightly. “Very very very much.”

“Mmm, me too.” They gave me a light poke me in the chest. “This toy of yours is great. You gotta tell me where you found it, I want one.”

“Limited edition I’m afraid,” Sir replied over my flustered spluttering. “They don’t make ’em like this any more. But you can borrow mine whenever you like...”

“Ah - djeh...” I stared at the ceiling in a bid to hide my red face, or my barely-stifled smile. Judging by the guffaws from either side of me, I wasn’t hiding them very well. “Yooooou, you got called ‘doll’ at least as much as I got called ‘toy’ during all that,” I protested, prodding one of Kirsha’s tiny tits. “Why didn’t you get embarrassed?!”

“Because it doesn’t embarrass me,” they grinned. “Hey, being called ‘camwhore’ doesn’t embarrass me. Not like it’s not accurate.”

“Well, what about being called ‘good boy’? That seemed to have a pretty dramatic effect...”

They inhaled sharply and averted their eyes, smiling shyly. “I - I, yeah, I just... I really liked ‘good boy’... That, that felt good, that feels good...”

“Oh, yeah?” I smirked, leaning closer to their ear. “Good boy.”

“Nyaah...!”

They squirmed in my embrace, burying their face in my shoulder. Chuckling, I gave them a squeeze. “And here I thought you hadn’t committed to a gender either way...”

“That’s the thing, I haven’t! I haven’t been, like, gravitating towards ‘girl’ or ‘boy’, I didn’t mind either one.” Raising their head again, they stared across at Sir. “But when I heard you call me ‘good boy’... that did something to me.” A wistful look crossed their face. “It drove me fucking wild...”

“I can confirm,” I giggled.

“That wasn’t you, was it?” they said, still speaking to our shared hypnodom. “You didn’t, like, give me a suggestion to feel more masculine, or put in ‘good boy’ as a trigger -?”

“No no, I didn’t do anything like that,” he assured them, arching an eyebrow. “I guess it just really resonated with you, huh?”

“Hmm.” They squinted at him sceptically. “I still think you did something. You, you’re making me more male... You’re transing me! I’m getting transed! This is the trans agenda!”

“Ah, the trans agenda,” Sir said in an exaggerated Italian accent. “We are both-a the trans-agenda!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Kirsha spluttered. “You are so sus right now. Let this egg hatch in its own time, please! You can’t pre-hatch an egg, you’ll break it. You’ll get a big puddle of yolk everywhere.”

“Oh, well now you must be yolki-”

“Shut up,” they interrupted, pointing a dramatic finger at him as I shook with laughter between them. “Eat my ass.”

“No, I don’t do that,” he remarked, “that’s what your simps are for.”

“Not all of them,” I piped up, wiping tears of mirth from my face. “Oh God, you’re both ridiculous...”

Tutting, Kirsha laid their head against my chest again, still peering dubiously at our dom. Then they abruptly said, “Hey, Rain?”

“Mmm?”

“You’ve still got my cum on your face, haven’t you?”

I blushed hard. “Yesss,” I admitted, in an involuntarily whiny tone. “I honestly forgot about it for a while, but now you mention it - yes.” I reached up to my face, feeling the sticky spunk coating my cheek. “Yes, it’s still there, thanks, thank you for that.” (For that matter I could still feel it filling my pussy, little dribbles escaping now and again, but I wasn’t about to tell them that.)

“You’re welcome, my little cumrag.”

“Agh!” I flapped my hand ineffectually at them. “Can’t believe I let you treat me like this...”

“Get used to it, babe, it’ll probably happen a lot more from now on.” They grinned at my confused expression. “I guess Sir didn’t pass on my news, then...?”

“I thought you’d want to tell her yourself,” he told them.

“Ahh. Well, it’s good news, gorgeous - I’m moving into a new house only about five minutes walk from here.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You are?”

“Yeah, just the other side of Aldi. It’s more convenient for me in general - closer to college, y’know? Plus my new room has really good lighting, it’ll be great for filming.” They gave my thigh a squeeze. “But I expect that means we’ll see a lot more of each other. We can hang out in the afternoons and have coffee together... Go for walks on the weekend...”

“Meet up at Aldi for joint shopping trips,” Sir chimed in.

“Hell yeah,” they smiled. “Oh - and I can stop by, and mess with your silly little Rainy-brain, whenever I like. So it’s a good move all round!”

I stared with eyes like saucers at the camby cuddling up close to me, grinning wickedly as they contemplated all the ways they could mess with me once we were practically neighbours. Sir snuggled up on my other side, stretching his arm across my belly, his own smile telling me he was fully on board with his good boy playing with his good toy as much as they wanted. I wriggled between the pair of them, engulfed in their embrace without the energy or willpower to escape even if I wanted to, and began to vividly imagine my future with Karma as my neighbour, popping round with no notice to play with my weak, malleable mind, and my defenceless, horny body...

“Oh noooo,” I giggled feebly. “Now there’s two of you!!”