Megan stared awkwardly at the businesswoman’s exposed breasts with the only thing on her mind being, “What the fuck? The bitch is actually going all in, huh?” Amanda cupped her boobs with her delicate fingers and asked,

“Are you ready to give in?”

“Not even if you were the last person alive on this earth.”

“In that case, here’s an additional incentive for you. Slave,” she patted Thomas in the head, “be a dear and choke yourself for me.”

Without saying a word, Megan’s husband placed both hands on his neck and started squeezing the soft tissues surrounding his throat and larynx, the veins on his forehead popping from the unexpected pressure. It didn’t take long for his skin to slowly turn blue but he didn’t care.

“What are you doing? Thomas! Thomas, please!”

“I told you he only responds to me now. Unless I tell him to stop, he’ll keep going until he passes out, or worse. Is that what you want for your husband, Megan?”

“You crazy bitch!” Megan flailed, furious arms and hands scrambling to knock her opponent down. Amanda snapped her fingers and the goon who had escorted her opened the limo’s back door and immediately restrained the distressed woman.

“Enough!” Amanda spat. “You brought this upon yourself. Everything you’re seeing and experiencing right now is on you and no one else. Keep struggling and I’ll have Jonah dislocate your shoulders just for fun. Agree to submit and this will all be over soon.”

“You’re killing him. STOP!” Megan screamed, snot dripping from her nostrils.

“Will you surrender yourself to me, no questions asked?”

“I can’t...”

“Yes, you can. You can and you will. If you love him the way you say you do, then you know there is no other option. Say you will give in.”

“I...” Megan struggled against the bodyguard’s strong arms, his fingers crushing her shoulders as if they were nothing but rotten twigs.

“Say it!”

“Okay... Okay, I give in. You can do whatever you want with me. Please, Mrs. Devereaux! I’m yours, but leave him alone.”

“That wasn’t so hard, right?” Amanda yawned. “Jonah, keep holding our guest still so that she doesn’t try to change her mind midway through. And as for you, slave, you can let go now and go back to sleep. You’ll see nothing but my boobs, the sole purpose of your wretched existence. Sleep!”

Thomas’ arms fell limp to the side of his body, drooping head hitting the limo’s seat before blissful unconsciousness took hold of every thought of his. Mistress had spoken, and he always followed her command.

“Now then,” Amanda smirked. “I expect nothing less from you than complete attention and subservience, Megan. Any deviation from the path I have in mind for you, or even a feeble attempt to resist will spell the death of everything you hold dear.” She placed a dangerous heel atop her husband’s trachea and mimicked a stomping movement. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mrs. Devereaux... just don’t hurt him.”

“You have my word for now. Take a deep breath and stare at my boobs. Whether you choose to focus on only one at a time - left or right, it matters not -, look at them at the same time or allow your eyes to wander from one to the other as if they’re following a pendulum or a flashing point of light, it’s entirely up to you. No matter how the journey goes, the destination is always the same, and that’s what matters. Clear your mind from anything that isn’t me or my desires. Look at my boobs and consider this.

“Why did your husband fall when he was clearly devoted to you and loved you dearly? Why was he willing to sacrifice his own life for my pleasure just now if that’s what I ultimately demanded of him? Because as strong as some connections are, there are powers even stronger and they’re staring you in the face. The language of boobs is easy enough to understand even for those who are not willing to listen, but you’re not one of them, are you, Megan? You said you’d give in, you promised to conform. That alone already gives me an edge over your thoughts, and one I intend to use without mercy. You’re not going to break a promise, are you?

“Eyes on my boobs and completely focused on their perfection. You’ve seen boobs before, of course, including your own, but never paid much attention to them because they’re simply there. It’s easy for us to take things for granted and forget about them once we’ve seen enough of them. Just like the sun rises in the East every day, a pair of boobs is nothing special. There’s absolutely nothing fascinating about them that could simply make your thoughts crawl to a halt, right?

“Wrong. Mine have always been different, they shine with a light of their own. To be blessed by their presence is already a reason to rejoice, but to be chosen to sink deep for them is an erotic dream come true. Thomas realized this easily, and that’s why he succumbed. There’s no power on Heaven or Earth that can compare.

“Of course, you still have doubts. I see them festering your spirit as you look intently and yet still try not to. You don’t want to accept that my boobs can and will enslave you because admitting it to yourself like that just makes you weaker and weaker. The more you consider the bliss of being mine to command the less you can entertain its opposite and if resisting becomes nothing more than a mirage within the desert of your brain, then what was the point of all this? If you agree now, then trying to confront me was in vain, and that drives you absolutely crazy, doesn’t it? You don’t want to get stuck falling for me and yet that’s already happening. My boobs and my words are inside your thoughts, and they’ve been there from the start.

“You probably didn’t notice it but I did. The moment you saw your husband kneeling for me, you shouted from the top of your lungs that this was a travesty, a horror like no other but your body betrayed you, Megan, just like it’s betraying you now. You blushed. Ever so slightly, true, but you did. You blushed because despite going to such lengths to declare otherwise, a small part of you liked what you saw. You’ve been trying to silence it ever since but there’s no going back for you.

“I’m talking to that part now. My boobs want it as much as it wants them. This is the part that will thrive when everything else goes blank, so don’t fight the urge that’s building within you. Accept that it is the only thing that drives you because that’s what your husband did. You will do it for love. You will do it to keep him safe. And as you keep this to heart, sinking and going deeper, that part of you grows from a microscopic speck few would have noticed was there to a full-blown obsession. This is what my boobs want and their voice now roams freely in you. Drop. Deeper. Deeper. Your eyes unblinking, your thoughts drifting away. Only my boobs to guide you in.. only my boobs to control your thoughts. Once you start your descent into the depths of their power, you can’t stop the plunge. Deeper. Deeper for me, Megan. Be a good girl and surrender.”

Megan flinched, a cold shiver running down her spine. Amanda Devereaux spoke a lot, that was a fact, but nothing she said made sense. She hated her. Her attitude, her arrogance, everything she stood for with her fake smile and designer clothes. She had only said those things to buy her and her husband some extra time to get out of this hot mess, and she was going to get it one way or another. While she listened to the businesswoman’s pathetic claims of desire and inevitable surrender, she turned her mind’s eyes to what was really important: the sanctity of her marriage and the safety of her children. Those were the only truths worth fighting for and not the rambling delusions of a narcissistic freak. “Just wait and see, bitch,” Megan thought. “Just wait and see...”

“I can see that you’re still holding on to foolish beliefs of yore,” Amanda Devereaux continued, her legs crossed, boobs jiggling before her opponent’s befuddled gaze. “yet every thought you try to use against me just binds you more and more to the power of my boobs. The countdown will only stop when there’s nothing left of you except blind obedience. Listen and fall.

“10, completely magnetized by my boobs, unable to close your eyes or avert your gaze...

“9, your heart beating faster with the ecstatic anticipation of becoming another toy for me to use...

“8, you see nothing but my boobs...

“7, you want nothing but my boobs...

“6, seeing yourself joining your husband in mindless adoration of my boobs...

“5, the sweet taste of my erect nipples kissing your lips...

“4, your tongue betraying you just like the rest of your body, you can’t resist...

“3, even deeper now, imagining yourself drowning in the sweet nectar of hypnotic slavery...

“2, powerless to do anything except to accept what my voice and my boobs want for you...

“1, your thoughts are gone, your memories are gone, your desires are gone. You are a slave to my boobs and will do whatever they ask of you the moment you hear me say...

“0. Sink, Megan. Fall to your knees where you belong, in awe of my boobs. They’re all that is, all there was, and all that will be. Slaves obey. You will obey.”

“Keep telling yourself that, you sociopath,” Megan muttered to herself, unaware that she had already left her seat, knees grazing the fuzzy limo rugs. She stared at the executive in mesmeric bewilderment, a tiny fragment of her locked in a cage inside her mind while the rest of her body was on autopilot. Wetting her lips, she pictured them avidly fighting for possession of her left boob while Thomas did his best to serve the right.

“There you go, Megan. You are exactly where you were always meant to be, yet eager for more. This is what my boobs want and my boobs can never be denied. Crawl to me and suck on them. Every time you do so, you are to feel as if you’re on the brink of orgasm, always on edge, but unable to achieve the satisfaction you so desperately crave. That will only come if you continue to submit, and acknowledge me as your one, true Goddess. “

Megan complied, every neuron in his brain jumbled. She was still seeing herself in the limo’s seat, laughing at Amanda’s silly attempts to warp her mind, and would continue to do so even after her lips grew numb. 

Staring vacantly ahead, Megan sucked, nibbled, and bit, the aphrodisiac flavor of Amanda’s bosom sending her to the deepest pits of elation. Her lower lip brushed against the areolae, savoring the drops of scented sweat from her owner.

“Good. What a wonderful little slut you are,” Amanda grinned. “I knew my boobs and you would get along, but don’t think for a moment I’m that easy to please. No, Megan. This is but a prelude to the real fun I deserve. You want to make me and my boobs happy, don’t you?”

“Yes, Amanda,” Megan slobbered all over her silky skin. “Tell me what you want. Anything for you.”

“What I want is your love, slut. I want you to love like you never loved before. That raw passion within you needs to be let out, given room to grow. You love your husband. You’ve always loved your husband and you need to show that unbridled delight to the world. You will fuck him for me, Megan. You will fuck him and ride him and degrade him without a care in the world. You will do it for my boobs, knowing that when you obey, your pussy will explode in beautiful agony, pain and pleasure rolled into one. This is what I want and what you want too, but not in here, of course. The limo may be big but it’s too cramped, too restraining for your undying lust. In a moment, you will crawl outside with him in tow and fuck for all the park to see. You will do this for my boobs or you’ll never experience rapture again, do you understand?”

“Yes, Amanda. Anything for your boobs...”

“Wonderful. And as for you, slave...” she woke Thomas up with a kick on his swollen balls. “Everything I just said to your wife applies to you as well There’s a ravenous volcano in you that can no longer be contained. It wants to burst and take everything with it. My boobs demand it and you will comply. You will follow her lead just as you follow mine and will not stop until your body is too tired to take it anymore. Let this be the day in which your names become a permanent part of internet history. Humiliate yourselves and go viral for me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Thomas nodded as he followed his entranced wife outside, with Jonah and his companion already holding their smartphones to record the first of many unforgettable videos.

“It seems my work here is done,” Amanda Devereaux stretched herself and smiled as her two pets gave every camper on the premises the show of a lifetime. Things didn’t have to end this way if stubbornness had been shunned instead of praised but it served them right. In her world, only she was allowed to have the upper hand, and any defiance deserved retribution. The one with boobs would continue to have her way no matter what.

The End