She couldn’t stop touching.

She was trying to concentrate on Doctor Strange - she and her girlfriend had decided to rewatch it to prepare themselves for the sequel’s impending release - but it was so hard to stop rubbing her crotch through her jeans. Normally she had a fairly average sex drive, but right now it had been driven right up, thanks to the hypnotic suggestion she’d been given. The amused, flirty glances from her partner, who was snuggled up next to her on the couch, were not helping matters.

She bit her lip, folding her arms and making an effort to focus on the film. Benedict Cumberbatch’s handsome features held her attention for a couple of minutes, but before she knew it she was absent-mindedly touching herself again. She just couldn’t help it. How could she possibly resist?

It just felt so good, so unusual, so... right... when Samantha rubbed her dick.

“Made it almost to the two-minute mark there,” Victoria teased her. “I think that’s a record, babe!”

Samantha giggled. “I don’t know how guys don’t just sit around playing with themselves all day long!”

“Some of them do, hon,” her girlfriend joked.

Samantha put an arm around Victoria, cuddling her tightly, while her other hand continued to grope her crotch. “I mean, you’re hardly one to talk, pet,” she remarked. “A few minutes ago you were wriggling and gurgling pretty excitedly next to me!”

“That was just me adjusting to putting it in,” Victoria said defensively. “I’ve settled down now!” She had the opposite predicament to her girlfriend - she’d tied her favourite dildo inside her, a habit Samantha had hypnotised into her over the course of the past few weeks.

“Oh, have you got used to being so... full?” Samantha said mischievously.

Whatever answer her submissive might have been formulating withered and died on the vine as she whimpered and writhed in her embrace. “I’m happiest when I’m full,” Vicky sighed, smiling blissfully.

The sight aroused Samantha no end - she couldn’t help slipping her hand into her jeans, running her fingers over her cock. Gasping, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the couch cushion behind her.

On some level, she knew it wasn’t real. It wasn’t an actual dick, but a strap-on - albeit a rather realistic one, a similar shape and size to that of the average man. But... it felt real. Thanks to the powerful suggestion and her own adaptable imagination, she could feel sensations in the fake penis - she felt it rub against the soft denim of her pants; she felt it throb and pulsate as she grew more and more turned on; and now she felt her own fingertips caressing the foreskin, sending horny surges through her. She also abstractly, detachedly knew that she still had her cunt, and that it was growing increasingly slick and wet, but it felt numb - all the arousal was focused in the prosthetic phallus.

As Samantha moaned with ecstasy, Vicky giggled and slid down her Master’s torso, lowering her head towards her crotch. Feeling her do so, Samantha managed to take her hand from her shaft long enough to unzip her jeans, allowing the cock to spring free. She didn’t think it was possible to get hornier than she already was, but if there was one thing she liked more than her own touch, it was Vicky’s lips around her dick.

Onscreen, Doctor Strange floated into a chaotic void to confront Dormammu, calling out, “I’ve come to bargain.” But Samantha was too busy orgasming hard - feeling cum erupt from her shaft and fill Vicky’s mouth, even though the release was actually physically coming from her pussy - to pay attention. Luckily, since the scene involved a time loop, there were plenty of chances to watch it again, as she lay back in her seat, exhausted and satisfied, with her slave girl’s head in her lap. Though the rubber object remained much the same as before, Samantha saw and felt that her cock had gone flaccid, and she tucked it away again.

“Did you like your blowjob, Master?” Vicky asked, grinning up at her.

Samantha smiled back down at her, wiping a sheen of sweat from her forehead. “Absolutely, my love. The first of many, I hope!”