Entanglements

A Smuthunter Story

Part 1

“So,” the black haired, green eyed woman in the black tights and the red and black stretchy, wide strapped tank top smiled at her, “they just can’t be contained can they?”

The woman’s hair was short, just past her chin, her eyes were strikingly warm and friendly, and her tits, well, her tits were as big as Jess’s own, maybe, possibly a little smaller, and she had to laugåh. 

“You seemå like you have yours under control.” Jess laughed as she found herself staring down at those tits that were ‘safely’ constrained by a sports bra under the tank top. Jess knew you were never really entirely safe from tits the size of hers, or this other woman’s, popping out unless they were fully covered, and that was just life.

“It’s okay,” her eyes went from bright and friendly, to knowing and conspiratorial, “We all look, I’m looking at your right now.”

The woman, who was a few inches shorter than Jess, and whose tits were dramatically constrained in her top in a way you could only understand if you had them yourself, dramatically dropped her eyes to Jess’s chest, looked back up into her eyes, and the bright smile in those eyes came back. She had very pretty eyes, strikingly green, and pupils that were equally as dramatically black.

“I think you’re bigger than me,” there was a camaraderie and warmth in her voice, “and I love your top.”

Jess, who had her dyed to be naturally toned reddish brown hair, which reached her middle back when it was down, piled up in a loose bun, and was wearing a new, fuschia workout top that was cuter than it was practical, which she found out the hard way, even with her own sports bra, had felt, had actually felt the admiring heat of this woman’s gaze down at her tits.

It was hotter and more intense than any man’s, and it was flattering, and a little thrilling in its own way. There was an energy radiating off the green eyed woman, something both forceful and inviting, the kind of energy Jess tried for in her personal and professional life.

‘Thank you, I really like it too, it just…”

“It does just what you need it to, but not what you want it to do here.” The dark haired woman took a step closer, and her green eyes seemed to bore into Jess. “I’m guessing you didn’t work out a lot until recently, and I’m guessing you never really needed to or thought about it when you were younger, and that you never learned how to manage ‘those’ in an athletic situation, and now…”

Her voice was soft, comforting and understanding, and she was in Jess’s personal space, her hand closing on the back of Jess’s arm, a too intimate, too friendly, too familiar, and also too gentle and assuring a touch. It sent a spark through Jess, scrambling something in her brain as the other woman’s voice started swirling around her.

“Now you’re insecure, and you’re in a situation where your tits, that you’ve always loved, and always hated, aren’t…”

Her fingers were stroking the inside of Jess’s bicep, up and down slowly, and it was disorienting and this woman was speaking softer, making Jess have to lean in a little closer, all while holding her gaze, keeping Jess fixated on those bright, welcoming, understanding green eyes, and those deep, dark, pitch black pupils.

Green eyes the color of lust, the color of desire, the welcoming, seductive color of…

“Sure what to do with the man you’re involved with, and aren’t sure about what to do next, and who you are, if your incredible tits can’t keep him focused on you. And that should tell you what you need to know about him, because really, I can’t stop staring at them, they’re wonderful, and that top is incredible.”

Jess saw the other woman’s eyes drop down to her tits again and felt the heat of her gaze again. She also felt her own eyes falling do to the other woman’s tits, wondering what they’d look like in a more flattering top, wondering…  

The gentle caress of those fingertips on her arm, and the soft rise and fall of those breasts, and her own breathing starting to match the other woman’s. She blinked, and the other woman said, “That’s right.”

Jess felt… not tired… but… woozy… lightheaded? 

“All the other men in your life can’t think straight when they see your tits. All the other men in your life can’t say no to you when they see your tits.” Those green eyes were looking into hers again. 

“It’s so easy to make people do what you want when you have tits like yours, like ours, but now, if your tits can’t just wrap him around your finger and keep him there, you don’t even know who you are anymore.”

Jess couldn’t focus.

Those bright green eyes and deep dark pupils were calling out to her, but the woman’s tits, even contained, were just right there.

“That’s right.”

The woman’s voice was so soft, and she was speaking so smoothly, saying things that Jess had thought before, things she couldn’t imagine anyone knowing or guessing about her, and also saying them so sweetly, that it was impossible to know where this woman was going. But more confusing was the woman’s touch on her arm. Those fingertips, so soft and as soft and smooth as her voice, kept stroking and touching.

“But I know who you are now. You’re a nice girl, you can’t think of a way to make this one be who you want him to be. You don’t think you’re a nice girl on the inside, you think what you do makes you bad, and naughty, but you’re a nice girl, so nice, and so sweet…”

The dark haired woman put her hand on Jess’s chest, her palm flat, resting on the tops of her breasts, just below her collarbone.

“You’re nice and sweet, deep down inside. And you can feel me talking to you, talking to who you are deep down inside, and you can see it in my eyes when I look deep into your eyes. Look deep into my eyes and you can see that I can see that you’re a sweet girl. A nice girl, a good girl. And yes, you’re nice, and sometimes you feel sexy, especially when you do what you do to these men, but you don’t always want the attention your tits give you, and you don’t know how to utilize them, or that attention the way a really bad girl would, and you feel so lost sometimes…”

Jess felt a strange elation and buzzing confusion as she stood there, completely focused on and disoriented by what the other woman was saying, but not being able to understand or focus on just why she was so enthralled by this stranger who she was… for some reason… letting her touch her, letting her even grope her now as right there, in the middle of the gym, the dark haired woman’s hand slid down to gently squeeze one of Jess’s massive tits, then slide back up.

“Relax.” The word came with the grope and Jess blinked as a wave of… not vertigo… and not exhaustion… something else she didn’t have a word for, traveled through her body, leaving her even more off balance, and more entranced by the other woman.

“That’s right,” the woman groped her again, “just relax and listen to me.”

As Jess just stood there, frozen by that brazen touch, blinking as her mind spun faster and faster, she couldn’t get away from the woman’s bright green eyes and found herself getting lost in her pitch black pupils.

She was trying to think about how she could possible relax when a stranger’s hand was groping her in the middle of a gym, but as she stared, frozen, getting lost on those deep black pupils, when she said, “That’s right,” and groped her again, Jess felt her body responding to “just listen, breathe deep, and relax now.”

Jess felt her shoulders slump and her chin start to dip while her eyes started to flutter,

“And now you’re so tired, because working out is hard work. And you’re used to carrying around those amazing, heavy tits of yours, but I know how that feels.” The hand slid down again, and groped her, and Jess continued to disassociate.

“That’s right,” the other woman cupped her tit, and the more Jess wanted to speak, or look away from those eyes, or move her to stop, the more she just stood there, sluggishly trying to think of why she was letting this happen.

“Relax,” she squeezed again,” it’s okay to suddenly realize just how tired you are.”

The wave came again, and so did a deep heat from between Jess’s legs. The way the woman was talking to her, looking at her, touching her… 

Jess felt exhaustion move through her this time, and it made the sexual energy in the woman’s aura that much more seductive and tantalizing. Fingertips traced up the top of Jess’s breast, then up her neck, to her cheek, and back down. “You’re so tired of carrying so much around inside and out. Just listen to me and relax.”

The hand cupped and squeezed again, “That’s right,” Jess let out a little moan of relaxation and desire. “Just listen to me and let everything else fade away.”

Jess felt herself swaying on her feet and felt the other’s hand on her arm holding her steady.

“LIsten to me, hearing only my voice now, because I understand you. Only I understand you. I feel the extra weight of my tits, and my big tits aren’t as big, or pretty, or heavy as yours,” she gently groped Jess again, softly, almost lovingly, and it made her so wet, so surprisingly wet.

“So I can imagine how much heavier you feel, how exhausted and spent you are. Mind and body, tired and heavy, heavy like your tits, heavy tits that you feel are pulling you down psychically, and physically. And it feels like all of your exhaustion, all of your mental tension is just weighing you down like your amazing tits now…”

Jess felt like this woman’s words, and her touch, had somehow let all the air out of her, and more so, she felt her eyelids closing, especially when she realized she was staring down at this strange woman’s chest,and had been staring more and more the more the woman was talking about her tits.

Staring at those huge tits safely encased in that black and red top, while the dark haired woman’s hand groped her again, made Jess remember, or maybe forget how much her mind was wandering.

“Relax.”

Jess wasn’t that into women but…

“That’s right,” the other woman’s touch was so soft, so knowing, like her words, “just listen to my voice, only my voice.”

But…

Jess monad.

“Yes, that’s right, just like that” 

The way she talked to Jess, the way she was touching her, the way her magnetic green eyes were undressing her, and her words were flattering her…

Jess didn’t know when she started looking into the woman’s eyes again, not her tits, but all Jess could do was stand there, overwhelmed by the assault of compassion and affection, and feel deeply confused by the flattering, aggressive, sexual energy and, inappropriate, but also… desirable… touching.

She didn’t just feel deflated, she felt like she was falling into herself, or imploding, even as the other woman held all of her attention and all of her focus.

Jess rubbed her thighs together reflexively.  

“And you know I know how that feels, and it’s natural to stare at mine,” again the dark haired woman grabbed her breast, “stare at mine…” The squeeze and the command made Jess’s eyes, soft brown eyes she could make smolder when she wanted to, fall to the other woman’s tits again. 

They were so big, just like her own, so big and heavy…

“You’re so tired, so very tired of everything in your mind and your body, so tired, too tired to think about what you’re doing anymore, too tired to choose.”

“That’s right,” Jess blinked and her head lolled forward more, her eyes stared down at those tits. “It’s okay to stare at mine because we stare at each other’s, and you can tell I know how it feels to feel someone’s eyes on your chest, that heat, you feel in their stare, like when I stare at your heavy, heavy breasts…”

Jess felt the woman look away from her blinking, unfocused eyes, eyes that were softly drifting over the woman’s chest, and she had a moment of awareness that she was truly and strangely unable to look away, and she felt that heat, that stare, and it made her feel even more disoriented, and even more deflated.

“So heavy, so tired, so sleepy now. That’s right,” the woman didn’t have to grope Jess this time to make her moan and rub her thighs together again. “Just relax and listen to me, you can trust me more than your own thoughts now.” 

Just feeling this woman’s emerald green eyes fixating on her chest made her feel hot, hot and desired in a way she hadn’t felt in a very long time. But the way she was talking, and the way she was touching her, had Jess completely lost in the moment.

Yes, Jess’s mind wandered back to what the woman was saying,  the men in her life did want her, they were drawn to her tits, and they would…

“I understand how heavy and tired you are, how exhausted and confused you feel, and how weighed down you feel, feeling the weight of your amazing tits, and the burden you have being so beautiful, and buxom, and so wonderful. You’re so wonderful and desirable, and you’re so tired… too tired… and I understand that. I understand you, and I want to help you, and you want my help now, it’s all you want now, isn’t it?”

“Uhhh,” Jess was staring at those tits.

“That’s right,” there was a touch, a soft caress, “just relax and you can tell me.”

“Yes,” she wanted this woman’s help, that made perfect sense.  

“What’s your name, honey?”

Jess couldn’t think straight, her mind had been wandering just now, wandering and daydreaming about something else as she stared at those tits. 

“That’s right,” her hand was still on her Jess’s arm, and fingertips caressed her breasts again, “you can tell me anything, you can tell me everything, because only I understand you. So just tell me your name instead of thinking about answering.”

Jess’s mind had gone from thinking too fast and not finding any answers to drifting away from herself, like falling asleep on her feet, but whatever she’d been daydreaming about was gone now, and she could barely keep her eyes open, and couldn’t stop staring at those huge tits, and she had no idea why. 

She didn’t even have time to think about answering this woman, not after she told Jess not to think, “Jessica… Jess.”

The words just came out, like she was a talking dolly and the green eyed, black haired woman with the massive tits had pulled her string. The words came out, and the heat between Jess’s legs, and the pleasure there made her… even more lightheaded.

“Hi Jess,” the woman moved next to her and put her arm around her waist and started walking her towards the locker room. “I’m Kayla, I’m a therapist and I want to help you, because I understand you, and you know that no one else does.”

Jess felt something bending in her mind, feeling the overwhelming softness, kindness, and forcefulness in this Kayla woman’s voice, and touch. Kayla’s kindness mixed so effortlessly with her sexuality that Jess felt the heat of being desired by the other woman, and of being cared for.

Kayla’s gentle, nurturing words caused Jess to lose herself in the moment again. 

She bent under Kayla's aura, and then started swimming in her energy as she felt the shorter woman leading her. When she was walked into the locker room Kayle asked her which one she was using, and Jess walked to it, unthinking, just responding.

“Get your things,” Jess felt Kayla gently put a hand on her shoulder as she stood behind her and whispered in her ear, “you’re too tired, too exhausted to change, or drive. Just get your things and come with me.”

“But my car…” 

Jess felt Kayla’s hand move down her arm, “You’re so exhausted, too tired to drive, and I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of you. I understand just how tired you are…”

No one else was in the locker room and Kayla’s hands snaked around to grab Jess’s massive tits, “Only I understand how heavy these are, and how heavy and tired they make you, heavy and tired…”

Jess let out a surprising little sigh, then a deep gasp of pleasure as Kayla’s invasive, inappropriate touch became the sharp pain and pleasure of Jess’s nipples being pinched, “Just like your mind. Heavy and tired, too tired to think, too heavy to move on your own.So tired, so ready to just…”

Jess felt this stranger, this Kayla woman’s fingers clamped on to her nipples and pinch harder as she came, cumming hard from nothing more than that, barely aware of just how good it felt, just how good she felt. 

“Sleep.”

The word was soft, sticky with a puring lust, and undeniable as the fingers that pinched her to climax. Jess heard herself moaning, and felt herself melting, falling back into the woman’s arms… 

“That’s right,” the last thing Jess felt was Kayla’s tender strength holding her as the world went dark, “just sleep.”  

Part 2

“It’s casual…” she said the words as she floated in the warm fog of Kayla’s voice. Jess felt herself floating in waves of warmth and comfort as she became more aware of herself, sitting in a comfortable office chair in an office, still in her gym clothes, and even though she was awake, or more awake than she had been seconds ago, it felt like she couldn’t help but open up to this woman, this stranger. 

This strange, gorgeous, captivating woman who had groped her and molested her, who had been speaking so softly and sweetly, and she squeezed Jess’s tits while those words slid inside her mind, the woman who had made her cum… 

“He sees other…”

She was answering Kayla’s question, whatever that question was, when Kayla both cut her off, and when Jess remembered the way she’d cum in the locker room.

“Providers?” The way Kayla said the word, so softly, and so knowingly, and asking so respectfully, made Jess’s mind jumpstart into more focus.

But as she focused on where she was, and what was happening, the sexual pleasure of that moment, the shocking, violating bliss she’d felt fell from her mind, like every touch from the woman’s hands had been a dream.

“What…” Jess blinked and felt a moment of clarity, albeit a limited one, and a lot of confusion as her mind almost cleared. “No… what do you mean?”

Kayla’s deep, vibrant green eyes studied her, and she felt naked under the woman’s gaze, but also felt too heavy and too physically relaxed to move.

But, Jess did feel something spinning up in her mind, “How did we get here? How long have I been talking to you?”

The questions would have felt more anxious, and would have sounded more panicked, but Jess couldn’t pull herself up from the warm, soothing, lethargy and relaxation that was washing over her as her eyes fell down to Kayla’s… 

The woman… no, Kayla… Jess needed to remember her name, needed to think of her as Kayla, not just as a stranger… 

Kayla had changed, and was wearing a tight, red, long sleeved blouse with wide cuffs and a low neckline, and black slacks. She was also wearing black and red framed glasses that magnified her bright green eyes 

Her questions, as a result of the soothing lethargy those tits and her voice, and her energy made Jess feel, were more a curious mumble than a desperate plea for answers, and even as she saw the layout of the room, the very professional looking office, she started to blink, and felt the need to just…

“That’s it,” Jess let out a reflexive little moan and felt her thighs rub together automatically, “just relax and close your eyes Jess. You’re in my office and we haven’t been here very long. Just listen to the sound of my voice, only my voice now, that’s it,” again Jess felt the touch of heat and erotic pleasure between her legs, “you hear only my voice that sounds like your thoughts, because only I understand you, and only I can understand you, because only I know what it’s like to have such big tits, and know their burden.”

Jess couldn’t keep her eyes open, and felt Kayla getting closer to her as she spoke, then felt the woman’s hands on her sides, pulling her shirt up, and surprisingly easily, off. Jess just sat there, partially reclined, and compliant. As she felt her shirt being lifted, she leaned forward, and felt her arms move to make it easier.

“That’s it Jess,” those two words made Jess wet, she was wet and felt it, and felt her thighs rub together again as she let out another little gasp and sigh. 

“Now,” Jess felt Kayla’s hands on her tits, squeezing them like every guy she’d ever dated, “Now the bra.”

Jess felt like she should do something, or say something, but she only said “Okay” as she felt Kayla’s fingertips on her bare skin, and was just as compliant as the sports bra came off.

“There, that feels so much better, just lie back, listen, and feel how free you are to be yourself, and to listen to the sound of your own thoughts in the sound of my own voice, only my voice as these words really are your thoughts now.”

Kayla stood behind her and Jess felt the older woman’s hands expertly working over her tits. Any time her mind started to wander out of the soft fog of the woman’s voice, a gentle squeeze or a forceful pinch of her nipples made Jess fall back into the warm, wet, erotic fog.

“It’s so much easier to hear your thoughts than think your thoughts. It’s such a relief to hear my voice inside your head.”

Jess felt Kayla’s hands lifting her heavy tits, and felt the warm softness of Kayla’s skin on her own soft, sensitive breasts. 

“Only I understand you, and only I understand what it’s like to have tits like yours and men and women who objectify you, want you, and take things from you. This man you’re seeing, he buys your time with his attention, and taking you out on dates, but he doesn’t give you what you give him, and he doesn’t want from you what you want from him. He objectifies you, and uses you, and he buys your body. Listen to my voice, feel my words, just relax…”

Kayla’s fingers pinched Jess’s nipples hard, “That’s it, you know I’m telling you the truth, the sharp pain came after a soothing, massaging touch that made her words even stronger, and overwhelming.

A little orgasm shot up from between Jess’s legs as Kayla said, “Accept it.”

Jess moaned, and she wanted to agree with Kayla.

She needed to just agree with those massaging, pinching hands, while her own thoughts, Kayla’s voice, said everything she needed to hear.

“Accept it Jess,” the pinch came again, and Kayla’s voice was sticky and sweet in her ears and in her thoughts as another orgasm quivered through her body.

The older woman’s hands squeezed Jess’s tits, hard, “You’re a sex worker Jess, you just haven’t realized it. Men just want these tits,” she squeezed again, “and you should get something more for letting them have them.”

Jess whimpered from the stimulation and the force.

“That’s right,” she felt Kayla’s fingers softly caress her skin, then pinch her nipples, and it made her clit twitch, “you’re the one that has to carry them around.You’re the one that has to live with them. And what do they have to do? Buy you a drink before they fuck them, and suck them, and leave you underserved, unsatisfied, and sticky with their cum. Your huge tits make you deserve more from them. Your huge tits empower you to take more from them, and you know it’s true…”

Gentle, massaging hands,as soft, and smooth,and warm as Kayla’s voice had become, kept playing with her tits and softly stimulating her nipples instead of pinching them.

Jess was going to say something, anything, and try to argue one of the many points she disagreed with, but as Kayla continued to much more delicately play with Jess’s sensitive nipples, the younger woman found herself moaning, losing her voice as Kayla’s words became more and more the sound of her own thoughts.

“That’s right,” there was no pinch this time, but Jess felt a flush of heat and pleasure flow up through her pussy and into her brain anyway, “there’s nothing wrong with being so desirable and irresistible that men will give you things to be with you.”

The younger woman’s head was tilted to one side, her eyes were closed and she was softly moaning as Kayla whispered in her ear and spoke directly into her mind.

“There’s nothing wrong with having amazing, huge tits that pull people towards you, after all, you find me irresistible.”

Jess felt a tingle of confusion and foggy awareness.

Did she?

Did she really find this other woman irresistible? 

“You do. You were pulled into my world and into my voice, because you felt drawn to me, and because you know I understand you. This wouldn’t be happening if you could resist me. This wouldn’t be happening if you could stop yourself. You want this to happen, but you want me even more than that. You want me so much, you find me so irresistible now, so truly irresistible now that even if you wanted to stop, which you don’t, you wouldn’t be able to.”

Jess started to feel a manic heat between her legs and a desperation in her body as Kayla’s words, the sound of Jess’s own thoughts, became more and more true. She moaned with need, and ached for mercy, but she couldn’t speak, or move.

Kayla had become irresistible.

“You would pay me to take care of you and help you. You would pay me to be touched like this and you would get paid to get touched like this, wouldn’t you?”

Before she could answer, Kayla’s voice, Jess’s own thoughts, kept swirling around her, in her ears and in her mind, stealing any sense of disagreement, any rogue or independent thoughts, and any ideas that didn’t come from Kayla’s lips.

“Of course you would, because only we know how to touch ourselves and have it feel this good. Only we know how wonderful it feels when our heavy tits get touched the right way, by us, and it feels so good to feel so good, that you would happily pay to have me do this, and you would love, just love to get paid to feel this way. And this is how it can feel, this good, this right, this wonderful, if you let yourself become what I know you are. You can and should get paid to have these huge tits played with, to get fucked hard, and desired. You deserve to get paid for being so sexually desirable and used… and all you have to do is…”

The pain of Kayla pinching her nipples was a lightning bolt of sensation that turned into sexual release.

Jess moaned and her hips bucked as she bit her lower lip in sudden ecstasy. It had been building in her since… Jess didn’t know, and it didn’t matter.

She didn’t remember the orgasm from moments before.

She didn’t even remember how to think for herself in that moment.

“That’s right.”

Fuck, Jess’s hips bucked again.

“It’s okay,” Jess’s hand had moved between her legs and slid under the band of her tights and she didn’t know how or why, “just relax and feel it happening. Relax into how good it feels to hear my voice, to hear your thoughts in my words, and to hear a truth that feels so true and wonderful. That’s right, this feels good, we know what feels good, you know what feels good and right.”

Jess felt what felt like her own hands massaging her tits and teasing her nipples, while she also felt her own hand between her legs. The voice in her ear was her own thoughts, sounded like her own voice, and she started moaning out words that were being whispered in her ear.

You’ve always been treated like a sex worker, it’s time to get paid.

“I’ve always been treated like a sex worker, it’s time I get paid.”

You’re a sex worker.

“I’m a sex worker.”

You are desirable, powerful, and irresistible to your clients.

“I am desirable, powerful, and irresistible to my clients.”

You’re not dating him, he’s your client..

“I’m not dating him, he’s my client.”

You should be paid, he should be paying you.

“I should be paid, he should be paying me.”

He can’t resist you, he wants to pay you.

“He can’t resist me, he wants to pay me.”

I’ll convince him to pay you, you just have to introduce me.

“You’ll convince him to pay me, I just have to introduce you.”

We will change his mind together.

“We will change his mind together.”

We will make him stop seeing other women.

“We will make him stop seeing other women.”

We will make him give you everything, because he can’t resist you.

“We will make him give me everything, because he can’t resist me.”

Jess squirted in her tights and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She felt Kayla’s kiss, a warm, soothing embrace, and the older woman’s fingers in her hair as she kissed harder and harder, until slowly pulling away.

“It’s okay Jess,” Kayla caressed the younger woman’s cheek, “I know who you are deep down inside, and you know me, it’s why you trust me so completely.”

As Kayla kissed her again, the kiss of a lover, Jess knew it was true.

She trusted Kayla completely.

“I trust you,” her hand was still between her legs, still touching herself, “completely.”

“That’s right,” Jess came again, so hard she felt herself falling out of her own body, barely processing what Kay;a said next.

“You do trust me completely, that’s why you’ll do whatever I tell you to.”

In the dark, Jessica knew that was true. 

In the dark, Jessica knew she had no choice. 

In the dark, Jessica knew Kaya was irresistible. 

Part 3

“I have a surprise for you,” he saw Jess standing in the doorway to her condo, dressed in a red silk robe with black trim, her hair down over her shoulders, her face made up with subtle flourishes to make her eyes darker, her lips redder, and and her skin warmer.

He always thought she was a pretty girl, but she didn’t normally present herself like this, and he had no idea what this surprise could be. It was also odd for him to just come right over to her place, usually there was something else first, and they had a habit of going back to his place instead, so this was… different.

He looked down, and saw that she was wearing boots, soft, leather, knee high boots, and followed her in.

Maybe this was because of their last date, when she really realized he wasn’t playing hard to get, he just wanted to date her, and also continue seeing the other women he was dating. He could tell she was used to guys falling all over her, and he had to admit he’d done a little bit of that himself but… well… great tits and a good time weren’t going to pussy whip him, not at the height of his life so far.

Professional success had led to personal success, and personal success had led to even more personal success… which fed into even more professional success. Winning led to winning, and he was crushing it at life now.

Fucking. Crushing. It.

Before this hot streak he’d never feel like he could land a girl like Jess, or if he did, he would have been whipped by her and those tits after the first date.

But that wasn’t him anymore…

When the door closed behind him, her robe fell to the ground and she was standing there in a soft pink, matching bra and panty set with small black ribbons on them and elaborate lace patterns. They looked new, and…

God did the bra flatter those tits. 

He walked up to her, put his arms around her neck and before he moved to kiss her said, “You look incredible, is this the surprise?”

Her boots made her his height and the bra lifted those huge tits to defy gravity. She seemed powerful, tall, statuesque, and she put her finger to his lips and stopped him, then said “No…”

Her bedroom door opened and a woman he didn’t recognize stepped out and said, “I am.”

The mystery woman, who was wearing matching boots, and a matching robe, though hers was still on, was a head shorter than Jess, with chin length black hair parted to one side, and while it looked like she was ten to twenty years older than both of them… he really couldn’t tell… the way her robe was tied left no doubts in his mind that her tits were close to, if not as big as Jess’s.

And there was something in her voice, and in her deep green eyes, that demanded his attention as she walked towards him.

 “Jess told me all about you, and we thought, if you like seeing more than one woman at a time, why not get to see both of us…”

Jess had walked behind him, pushed her tits into his back, and put her hand between his legs, “At once.”

He laughed and as he felt Jess kissing his neck, the other woman looked deep into his eyes, and the deep, beautiful emerald green of her eyes and the pitch black of her pupils pulled his focus.

He laughed again, in excitement and in nervous pleasure

“A man like you,” the other woman  walked up to him, and even in her boots she was still shorter than him so he had to look down at her as she spoke, “with such a big appetite, should get what he needs, and Jess has told me so much about what you need.”

She opened her robe enough to reveal huge tits that were pushed together and lifted in what he assumed was some kind of black corset, but he couldn’t see much else of it.

“We just wonder if you’re man enough to give Jess what she needs, and what I want.” She touched his face, then reached down to undo his belt and pull his pants down so Jess could take his growing cock in her hand. “And you’re going to find it’s very easy to give me what I want…”

Jess gave his cock a long, smooth stroke, “And me what I need…”

He was hard already, fully hard and ready to go, and if Jess had been in front of him he wouldn’t have known who to look at… especially when the other woman pulled her robe open to reveal a black and red paneled corset and red panties with black bows. 

The mystery woman’s energy was magnetic. 

Her poise, her voice, and the way she looked into his eyes even as he stared down at her chest, formed and shaped by the corset, giving her an almost impossible figure, washed over him.

“All you have to do is…”

The sound of her voice, so confident, and so strong, but so soft, and certain, was like her eyes, eyes so deep and green, so soft, but strong. When she spoke, he had to listen, and when she looked into his eyes, he had to stare deep into hers. To have her focus on him, to feel himself becoming the center of her attention as her focus narrowed on him, was more than seductive, it was intoxicating.

And even though Jess was right there, stroking his cock, pressing her tits into his back, licking and kissing his neck and whispering into his ear, this other woman had stolen all of his focus.

“Do whatever Kayla says,” Jess’s voice was soft in his ear, and her hand was steady and smooth as she kept stroking him.

Jess’s voice, breathy, confident, and teasingly challenging and seductive made him moan with sexual energy and excitement.

“Is that…” the dark haired woman’s tits were fantastic in that corset and Jess’s ministrations had him rock hard and already dripping precum with his pants around his ankles and he barely got the words out. “Your name? Kayla?”

“Yes,” she put her finger under his chin and tilted his eyes up enough to look at hers and not those tits. “But tonight, you can call me Mistress.”

“Say,” Jess stopped stroking and walked in front of him to kneel down, before taking his cock back in her hand and holding it to her lips, “Yes Mistress, and I’ll make you feel good by giving Mistress what she wants.”

Mistress?

That wasn’t really his speed, or his interest, and hot and magnetic as this woman was, “I don’t know, I’m…”

Jess swallowed him whole, fondling his balls with one hand, while the other was at the base of his cock as she sucked.

“This is your first time with two women,” Kayla’s eyes held his focus, and her voice was so smooth, and so commanding that he had to listen, especially as Jess’s lips and tongue made waves of pleasure hum from his cock. “It can be a night of firsts, so just try saying Yes MIstress once, and Jess will keep showing you how good it feels to do what I want.”

As Jess’s lips slid off his tip, only the tip of her tongue kept contact with him, then broke contact long enough for her to say, “Didn’t that feel good?”

She started sucking and licking the head of his cock, and he knew his cock was answering her question.

Or hoped it was.

Jess started massaging his balls as she sucked him, and as her tongue swirled around his cock head, and after a few wonderful but short moments the other woman, this ‘Mistress’, reached out and touched his face.

“Just look deep into my eyes and say Yes Mistress once, so I know you mean it.” 

His eyes kept falling down to her tits, and he found himself distracted by the sparkle of the diamond ring she wore on her middle finger as her fingertip traced back and forth across her cleavage.

“Just look into her eyes,” Jess lid off his tip, kissed the head, and looked up at him with soft, glassy eyes, “and say Yes Mistress.”

Jess’s lips swallowed his head and her hand stroked his shaft as Kayla’s finger, and her ring moved up, guiding his eyes back into hers, “Look deep into my eyes and say Yes MIstress.” 

Jess swallowed him down to the base as Mistress said, “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

He stared, deep, very deep, into her green eyes and felt a pull so intense it was almost physical. The words had come out of his mouth without any real consideration on his part, and then Jess was swirling her tongue around his tip again as he started so deeply and intensely that everything else was starting to blur. 

“That’s a wonderful start.” She touched his cheek again, and there was an electricity in her touch that made him moan as much as Jess’s enduring blowjob did. “Now just relax and enjoy Jess’’s affection, and look at my tits, okay?”

He smirked as he stared into those deep green eyes, eyes that sparkled with mischief, all while Jess’s mouth made him gasp with pleasure. “Yes…” he took a breath, “uuuuhhh, Mistress.”

“Good boy,” her finger started to trace back and forth across the tops of her lifted, pressed together, massive breasts, and her ring started to catch the light again. “I’m not really a ‘Mistress’, we just wanted to see if we could make you say it, and set the mood. But I could be your Mistress, or her Mistress if that’s what you want.”

She spoke in rhythm with her finger moving back and forth, and her voice was… it was more than smooth… more than compelling… it was, it was… haunting. As he listened, and watched, his eyes started to flutter and…  

“But we’re talking about what I want, and if you can please me, I didn’t put this corset on for you not to stare at my breasts.”

Kayla’s voice changed, it became more… normal? He didn’t know how to explain it, but he blinked and it felt like the world was coming back into focus…

“Show me how much you appreciate what we’re doing for you,” her voice took on a gentle lilt, and he saw Kayla put a hand on Jess’s bobbing head. “and really just appreciate how perfect, how beautiful, and how big they are. You love big tits, you love huge tits, tits like Jess’s, that are just as big as mine, bigger than mine…”

The lilt in her voice, the steady rise and fall of her tone, and the leading, compelling cadence of her voice made him hang on every word, words that lingered in his mind, quieting his own thoughts all while Jess’s pace changed along with her. The blowjob was in time with Kayla’s voice, and the older woman deftly pulled off his shirt as he stood there, hanging on her words, enthralled by the sight of those corseted tits.

“You love huge tits like ours,” she waved her hand in front of his face before she started to trace her finger back and forth across her again tits, “don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.” The first time he said it, it felt like playing along, even though it was a surprise and something that had just happened. The second time he said it, he felt like he was being cheeky. This time, it felt like he didn’t have a choice.”

“Look into my eyes and say it.”

The ring sparkled, and her soft, huge, pale breasts were all he could see, until the ring came up, and he blinked once, then found himself staring into her eyes, “Yes…. fuuuuuu…. Mmmmm…”

Jess’s lips slid off his cock, “No cumming until we say so.” She said the words to his cock, and kept gently stroking him as she licked around the head.

He’d cum, just a little bit, just the start of a climax, one that got cut off early. He gasped and looked down at Jess, on her knees, who smiled up at him and licked her lips. He felt dreamy, and ecstatic, and when Kayla put a finger under his chin to guide his eyes back to hers, then caressed his face as he started staring…

Sinking…

Falling…

Deep into her eyes, she said, “Now,” Kayla brushed her fingers down his face as his eyes closed, “what were you saying?”

He felt dreamy, dreamy and euphoric, “Yes Mistress.”

“Look into my eyes when you speak to me.”

The words were soft and just as lilting and haunting as before, delicately easing his eyes open again, compelling him to stare into hers.

“Yes, mi….” Jess stood up and stood beside Kayla and started playing with her massive tits in that new bra.

He couldn’t focus on what he was saying, and couldn’t stay focus on her eyes, he just stared at Jess’s jiggling tits as she groped herself and said, “I don’t think he can please us both Mistress, he can’t even do what you tell him to.”

He shook his head, he was naked save for his shoes and socks, and the fact his pants and underwear were around his ankles.

“Huge tits really do press his buttons, don’t they Jess? I mean,” Kayla started to trace her finger across her tits again and he started staring at her instead of Jess. “He can’t keep his eyes off our tits, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off your tits long enough to even answer me, could he?” All he had to do was say two simple words while he looked into my eyes, but….”

Jess pushed and squeezed her tits together, “No Mistress, he couldn’t. We could ask him now, but I think he couldn’t look away from my tits either, not long enough to answer you..”

“Why don’t you try,” Kayla touched his face again, stroking his cheek, while also tracing her finger back and forth across her breasts, “all you have to do,” back and forth, back and forth as Kayla’s voice grew softer, and even more haunting. “Is not get distracted by my tits, or Jess’s even bigger tits, look into my eyes…”

“And say,” Jess’s voice was soft, her words were shallow and dreamy, but the sound of her voice had pulled his eyes away from Kayla, and the pink bra fell from her massive tits, before her hands started rubbing and massaging them.

“They’re so big, so big, and beautiful, aren’t they?” Kayla spoke softly, in the same, strong but delicate, haunting, lilting voice. “And the longer you stare at them, the longer you need to stare at them, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” he felt a little tug to look into her eyes, but Jess’s tits were just so soft, and so big, and the longer he stared at them, the longer he needed to stare at them, “Mistress.”  

“Look into Mistress’s eyes,” Jess’s voice “when you say Yes Mistress.” was delicate, shallow, without any sense of self, or purpose, or identity. He heard the words, but they were nothing compared to the overwhelming size and shape of her tremendous tits.

“That’s right,” Kaya’s words were a delicate tease, “Jess’s tits are so wonderful, and so beautiful, they’re just hypnotic when she plays with them like that. I could sit here and watch her playing with them forever. They’re even bigger than my huge tits. And you need to look back at mine, look at my tits now, so you can see how much bigger hers are.”

He wanted to look at Ka… Mistress’s… tits in that corset. He wanted to look at that amazing presentation of the dark haired older woman’s breasts… He wanted to do what that haunting, soothing, compelling voice told him to do, but the longer he stared at Jess’s huge tits in her hands, the more it became the only thing he could do.

“Jessica, sweet thing,” the name was spoken with a quiet force he hadn’t heard before, and he watched as Jess froze in place, “let him look at my tits for a second.”

Jess folded her arms across her chest, and Mistress said, “Look at my tits.”

He did what he was told, barely, because Jess’s tits were still very visible, and found himself once again watching her finger caressing herself back and forth, back and forth, back and…

He was blinking and swaying slightly on his feet as her ring sparkled and flashed while he stared, rapt, at Mistress’s figure, shaped, held, and emphasized by the black and red corset. He, consciously, which surprised him because his mind had been so quiet his own thought had come out of nowhere, wondered how or why he hadn’t been just going back and forth from great tits to great tits…

“Can you look into my eyes?”

Mistress’s voice… Kayla’s voice… he wasn’t into SnM, or D/S, or whatever… that wasn’t him…

“Yes Mistress.”

The words came out of his mouth automatically, and he drifted away, down into her cleavage, staring, mind soft, cock hard, just gazing at her corseted tits.

“Then look deep into my eyes now.”

He was going to, he was even starting to look up into Mistress’s soft, deep, bright green eyes, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jess playing her her own breasts again, and he felt their magnetic pull on his eyes.

Jess’s huge tits became all he could see.

“You can’t look away from Jess’s tits now, can you?” They were both talking the same way, words stretching out, rising and falling in a soft, echoing patter that matched the overwhelming sight of their tits in front of him. But now, when Kayla spoke, her words felt like they were sliding right into his empty, breast obsessed, mind. “You just have to stare at Jess’s tits, don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.” He didn’t look away from Jess’s beautiful, massive breasts, and didn’t really realize he’d said Yes Mistress that time. He was just sort of there now.

Like Jess had seemed to just sort of be there.

“See,” Jess stopped playing with her tits, “he can’t satisfy both of us, he can’t even do one simple thing. He can’t even keep his eyes open to stare at my tits now.”

She sounded normal again, but that just made him feel more lost, and more disconnected. She walked behind him, and he hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes again until he felt her tits press into his back and felt her hand on his cock, stroking slowly.

His eyes opened and he saw Mistress’s finger start to move again, back and forth, back and forth as Jess spoke, and Mistress’s corseted tits became his world. “He can’t even do what either of us want him to Mistress. He can’t please one of us, so he can’t please both of us, can he?”

Jess sounded mocking, softly, and seductively mocking and it sent a charge through his brain. He’d never left a partner unsatisfied, and he had no idea what was happening to…

“You can please us, can’t you?” Mistress caressed his face again, and he stayed staring down at those amazing tits. She wasn’t mocking, she was sympathetic and understanding, Mistress believe din him, he heard it in her voice.

“I can… I can…”

He tried to answer, but he could barely put those words together, and he kept thinking he was going to say more, but those tits just pulled the words out of this head.

“Then look deep into my eyes.”

It was an order, albeit a soft and encouraging one, but he couldn’t do it.

It was like he didn’t even hear it.

“I think we should let him try again Mistress, and I’ll make it easier on him this time.” Jess walked back in front of him, knelt back down, and started to suck again. 

“Look into my eyes,” Kayla took a step forward and put her hands on either side of his face, pressing her fingertips gently to his temples. “Look deep into my eyes. You have to stare at my tits, don't you?”

The pleasure made him want to say yes, it made him want to do anything for her.

“Yes Mistress.”

“And you have to stare at Jess’s huge tits, don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

But you can’t stare at both our tits at the same time can you, because they’re too big, and you can only focus, you can only really focus on one huge set of tits at a time, can’t you?”

“Yes Mis… uuuuugggh”

He was close, he was so close to cumming down her throat.

Jess stopped sucking, “Remember, no cumming till we let you, no cumming till Mistress say so, tell our Mistress you understand, okay? And look into her eyes when you do that.”

Her voice was softer now, airy and semi-vacant, it was like the echo of her voice, like something was missing, or dreamlike. The part of her that had been sassy, or mocking, the part of her that had been present seemed to have floated away, and now Jess sounded as hollow as he felt.

Why wouldn’t she just finish him off?

Why couldn’t he just cum, and move on to other things with the two of them?

Why was he playing along with this strange dynamic from this strange woman…

Jess’s lips wrapped around his cock and slowly but surely milked two words out of him.

“Yes,” he looked into Kayla’s eyes, getting lost in the pitch black points of her pupils as pleasure swallowed him, “Mistress.”

The questions were gone, and there was only her eyes.

“Good boy,” her fingers were massaging his temples, “this is like a dream come true for you. Two beautiful women with huge tits playing with you, touching you, getting you hard, and ready to cum. This is the kind of thing men like you pay for, isn’t it? To have women with huge tits like ours, huge tits you can’t keep your eyes off of, giving you all of this sexual pleasure and attention. This really is what men like you would pay for, isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress.” His eyelids were getting heavy, and his cock was rock hard, but everything inside him was soft and confused.

Jess was moaning as she deep throated him, massaging his balls as she did, gently pulling on them like she was milking him

“It’s like a dream come true for you, two sets of huge, irresistible tits,” as she massaged his temples, the downward motions of her fingers were making his head tilt forward ever so slightly, and as it did his eyelids started to flutter more and more. 

“And you can’t help staring at mine in my corset, even though Jess’s tits are even bigger and you can see even more of them. Of course she is sucking your cock now, so if you wanted to stare at her irresistible tits, she’d have to stop sucking your cock, so I wonder, do you want to stare at her tits, or have her suck your dick?”

“I… uh…” it was physically impossible for him to choose. His brain simply wouldn’t cycle around to having an answer, or any constructive thoughts at all.

“You just can’t help becoming distracted by our tits, so much so that you can’t even look me in the eyes to answer me. You can’t even look deep into my eyes now, deep into the pitch black depths of my eyes now, while you’re in this dream come true that men like you pay for.”

He was staring down at her tits and there was nothing else. His mind was vacant and empty except for the pleasure of Jess’s mouth, the sight of Kayla’s huge breasts in the tight corset, and the sound of her voice filling up the empty, sleepy spaces in his mind.

“Jess’s huge tits are so distracted, so enthralling, and so hypnotic that they’re even distracting you from her blowjob. You’re so overcome by her tits that you need to pull your cock out of her mouth so you can stare at them. After all, they’re even bigger than mine, and you can’t even look away from mine to watch her sucking your dick.”

He put a hand on top of Jess’s head and gently slide his cock out of her mouth, and his eyes fell to her tits as she stood up in front of him, in between him and Mistress, massaging them in her hands.

He didn’t notice how empty her eyes were, because there was nothing in the world past her tits.

“You can’t help becoming overwhelmed by our tits, our huge tits that you just can’t resist, huge tits men like you pay to get to see. You can’t help be-come-ing overwhelmed by our breasts, especially Jess’s huge tits, so huge, so sexy, and even bigger than my tits.”

He stood there, mouth slightly open, eyes glassy and unfocused as he just watched massive breasts swaying in front of his face, moving in steady, hypnotic patterns as Jess’s hands lifted, pushed, and rubbed her huge tits together.

“You made her stop sucking your did, just sao you could stare at them more, and you can’t even look me in the eyes while I’m talking to you. You can’t even look at my tits while I’m talking to you. You love my huge tits, you love the way I look in this corset, but you just can’t look away from Jess’s massive tits can you?”

He didn’t answer, or try to answer, or try to look away.

Mistress was right.

“Jessica,” the iron and silk in her voice made Jess stop and stand still again, “he’s not in charge hare, he doesn’t decide what happens, go back to sucking his cock”

As she knelt down in front of him again and started sucking, Mistress brushed her hand down in front of his face and his eyes closed.   

“You can’t even look up into my eyes now to answer me, can you? All you can do is be-CUM more and more overwhelmed by our  tits, isn’t that right?”

“Yes…” he was cumming, he was cumming hard down Jess’s throat, “Yes Mistr… rrrr….uuuhhhhhh.”

She tilted his head up and put her finger to his lips, “Open your eyes and look into my eyes, look deep into my eyes, deep into my pitch black pupils. If this really were a dream CUM true, you’d be able to satisfy both of us, you’d be able to do what you’re told to please us, and please me.”

Jess was still working his cock, still massaging his balls, still trying to milk more out of him, and the stimulation was overwhelming as the orgasm pumped itself out of him completely. 

“But you’re not satisfying us, you couldn’t even stop yourself from cumming too soon, let alone just keeping eye contact with me. This isn’t a dream CUM true, not for guys like you, who pay for this, not for you, who should be paying for this.”

He was over-stimulated, Jess was still vigorously working his cock, and he could barely stay on his feet. He couldn’t find his words, couldn’t find his thoughts, all he could do was stare into her eyes as her irresistible, lilting, compelling voice smothered him and entangled him in her softness.

The haunting lilt of her words made the matter of fact, not mocking as Jess had been, just simply stated factual tone of her voice was making him weak and small.

“If this were a dream, you would be asleep now, mind empty and black as a starless night now,” he vaguely felt Jess’s mouth slide off of him as she curled up at their feet. “You would be deep in a dreamless sleep after your wet dream, satisfied, and happy as everything faded to black, deep and black as the center of my eyes… mind empty and black as a starless night now…”

He was falling, fading, losing track of the shape of his body…

“But this isn’t a dream, and you’re not satisfied, because we’re not satisfied. This isn’t a dream, because if you were dreaming, you’d be able to satisfy us and give us what we crave. Instead, all you do is stare at our tits, stare at Jess’s tits, cum, and then try to drift off to sleep on us without making us cum, and that’s what men like you pay for with women like us…”

His eyes had closed and he’d lost himself at some point, barely able to stand on his own two feet, her words lost in the sound of her voice.

“Just look at Jess, you bored her to sleep. And me, I’m here because I was told you could handle two women at once, but you couldn’t even handle a blowjob. Having a woman with huge tits suck you off is what guys like you pay for, isn’t it?”

He was staring at her tits, eyes half open, mind blank, “Yes Mistress.”

The world had been empty and black, now there were two, huge, pale white breasts in a corset, and they had become his world.

“And it would be different if Jess was your girlfriend, but you don’t have a girlfriend do you?”

“Yes Mistress…” she was tracing her finger back and forth again, and the sparkling ring was making his already half closed eyes flutter again. “I don’t… have a girlfriend.”

He wanted to sit down, or lie down, and close his eyes.

He wanted to go to sleep, to get away, to give in… to just…

“That’s right, you don’t.” she started massaging his temples again, and he felt himself wavering back and forth on his feet. “And since you’re not pleasing us, and this isn’t a dream, that means this is something you should be paying for, isn’t it? After all, you’d pay for someone with tits this nice to suck your cock, and Jess’s tits are even nicer, because they’re bigger, aren’t they?”

“Yes Mistress.” 

He drooled his words more than he said them, and he had no idea what he was agreeing to.

“So, you should be paying Jess for what she gives you, shouldn’t you? Just like you’ve been paying her with dinners, and drinks, just like you do with all those other girls, because they’re not your girlfriends, either, are they?”

He mumbled and drooled something that sounded like “Yes Mistress”, and his empty mind was agreeing out of habit, and out of unfiltered compliance, and a need to just give in, fall away, and get away.

He was so tired now, so completely drained and exhausted.

He didn’t see her gently nudge Jess with her foot, but he did feel Jess’s hand reach up to cup his balls before she started to stroke him again.

It was too much.

“You should be paying us for this, shouldn’t you?”

He moaned his assent.

“And if you want us to keep going, if you want Jess to fuck you, and to keep staring at my tits, you’re going to have to pay us, aren’t you?”

“Nuhhh,” he growned.

“Oh, you really can’t even last to fuck Jess, so you really do need to pay us. Pay us and I’ll let it stop, pay us, and I’ll let you sleep. Deep sleep when it’s done.”

“Please… please, Yes Mistress.” The words came out as he nodded with his eyes barely open, and his feet barely under him.

“Good boy. Jess, let’s take him to the couch and get his phone.”

That was exactly what happened, and with a thumbprint and a few words, he was sending Jess a thousand dollars.

Then, Jess was naked, between his legs, with his cock between her tits, and her mouth periodically kissing and sucking it.

“You need to sleep, but you paid for the night, and you need to get what you paid for, which we decide, since you’re paying us for our expertise. Jess knows what you need and what you paid for. We know you’re tired, too tired to think, or talk, or resist what we want. All you can do is just sit there.”

He wasn’t ready to go again, not really, but his cock was swelling back up and he couldn’t move. 

“No one else has tits like Jess. None of the other women you pay with your cheap dates and your cheap drinks, can give you what Jess gives you. You’re wasting money, and time, always paying for something you don’t want…”

Kayla’s voice was hauntingly soft and compelling, and even more powerfully invasive than before. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep, but the way Mistress kept changing her tone, and the overstimulation between Jess’s massive tits and her mouth was keeping him from being able to drift away.

Her words swirled inside him, and as he looked up at Kayla’s tits, somehow looking away from his cock disappearing between Jess’s breasts, too tired to stay transfixed on those tits, operating on pure instinct, and looking into her eyes.

 She smiled, a sharp, dark, wicked smile and he blinked into darkness as he stared into those pitch black pupils surrounded by the green of her irises. “Just look at her tits, her irresistible tits as your mind goes empty and black as a starless night, now and every time you see her tits, naked or covered. Just stare at those irresistible tits now and listen…”

His eyes opened, and he saw nothing, not consciously.

He was gone.

“You don’t want to waste your time and money on anyone else,” Jess climbed up onto his lap and started fucking him, and Kayla stood behind her reaching around to fondle the younger woman’s massive tits as he sat there getting fucked inside and out. “All you want is to hire Jess, so she can make you cum and you can stare at these tits that are the only thing that get you off now. Only Jess’s tits can make you cum, isn’t that right?”

He had a moment of lucid compliance and obedience where he looked away from those huge, bouncing tits, to look into Kayla’s eyes, “Yes Mistress.”

He wasn’t consciously aware of doing so, not consciously aware of all the suggestions and imperatives that he’d been absorbing as he stared at their tits.

“She’s your Mistress now, tell your Mistress’s tits that.”

There was a seismic shift in his mind, a shift deep down in the core of his being, as the cracks Kayla put in his psyche spread into his center. As he looked at Jessica's bouncing tits, now free from Kayla’s hands, and said “Yes Mistress” he shuddered out from his core and exploded into her.

He bucked under her and gushed up into her, staring at her breasts the entire time, his body responding in a way it never had before, and faster than he had since he was younger.

“Feel that pleasure,” Kayla’s voice was soft, but her words thundered in his broken mind, “and feel the simplicity. She’s your Mistress now, her and her amazing tits, and any time you want to be with her, you can just pay her for her time and energy, and she’ll take care of your needs, because only she can. You can’t handle multiple women, you can’t even handle her, but you can pay her to handle you. You can pay her for the privilege of seeing these huge tits that are the only thing that can get you off now.”

Jess slide off of him, then sat down on the couch and cradled his head to her chest, putting a tit in his mouth.

“Now just worship her tits until…” Kayla let her words hand there.

“Everything is empty and black as a starless night.” Jess said the words simply and easily, with no theatricality and no force of will, but as she said them, he didn’t consciously feel the change in his mind, he was already gone. His body just felt her breast pressed against his face and his lips gently sucked at her nipple.

“Keep going Jess,” he opened his eyes as he felt a hand on his cock, and he felt her nipple slide out between his lips as he moved his head, waking from the empty and black, dreamless sleep he’d been in. “Make him cum again.”

“Please…” he stared at Jess’s tits as her hand started to pump his cock, “please let me…”

Kayla’s voice cut him off, “Cum? We’ll let you cum again very soon, just as soon as your MIstress makes sure you know who she is, and what she exopects of you.”

“Just stare at them,” Jess’s voice, Mistress’s voice, was vacant, empty, “only my huge tits can make you cum, and you have to pay me to do that. And that’s what you want.”

“It’s not,” he was speaking without thinking, his inhibitions were gone, and he was desperate, mindlessly tortured by pleasure and arousal, “what I want.”

“Yes it is,” Kayla’s words, just the sound of her voice, pulled him back down into compliance, and passivity, pulling him back down into the place where he couldn’t even respond instinctively. “Yes it is, because it’s the only way you can get her now. You couldn’t satisfy her, or me, you couldn’t give us, or her, anything other than money, so now you pay for her, now you pay for it., and it’s the only way.”

That didn’t sound right, but it didn’t matter.

Those huge tits in front of him, and the sound of Kayla’s voice made him, and everything else, small and weak.

“And before you leave tonight,” Kayla whispered into his ear, “you’re going to book your next session.”     

Koda

Jessica looked at herself in the mirror, the leather bustier and leather pants felt good on her skin, different, but good. Her hair was dyed a more vibrant red, and her body was slimmer, more muscular than before, but she’d lost nothing from her chest. The head piece, the leather mask with the upright bunny ears felt silly, but when she put it on and saw the way her eyes stood out, she felt glamorous, and mysterious.

Kayla had found her yet another new client, she didn’t know how… it didn’t matter where they came from, it never did…  Maybe Kayla found all of them from her therapy practice… it didn’t matter to Jessica… 

The only thing that mattered to her was doing the things Kayla had been teaching her over the past year, seducing men, dominating them sexually, and creating a compulsion in them to come back to her over and over again.

Doing what Kayla said made Jess feel good.

It was simple and easy, and when Jess went into that mode, it was like the rest of her life disappeared… and the more time she spent with Kayla, the happier she was, happy to just do whatever she was told.

The money was good, the money was very good, and Jess knew Kayla had earned her percentage of the take. After all, she was the one bringing Jess new clients, and she was the one training and looking out for her. If Kayla had never come into Jess’s life, she never would have accepted that this was who she was always supposed to be.

If Kayla hadn’t pushed her, hadn’t shown her how to get men she’d been seeing all her life, men who just wanted something from her, how to take something more from them, she’d still be worried over the ones that treated her like a fuck toy.

Now, they were the fuck toys, they were the props in her life, and more so, they were just human wallets, waiting for her to stick her fingers in them.

Jess could heal Kayla’s voice in her head, reminding her it didn’t matter how much the older woman took, her cut was fair, and Jess would also be so happy to pay it, because paying Kayla what she was owed, fully and completely, every time, meant Jess was thriving, and doing what she’d been taught to do.

That first client, Jess didn’t even think of him as having a name anymore, and couldn’t even remember it unless it popped up on her phone, was still her best client. He was more than the other men were, he was helplessly and passionately devoted to her, and Jess loved that. It made her wet to think about how they’d broken him, how they’d opened him up and taken his money, and then how he habitually sent her session fees, tips, and thank you amounts.

As Jess cracked the whip she picked up, then stretched her shoulders before walking out into the other room… the dungeon space Kayla was having her use for this one… she felt the heat between her legs, and the thrill of the hunt.

This one wouldn’t have a name either, not unless it popped up on her phone, then she’d forget it. None of their names mattered to Jess, only the money, only doing what Kayla told her to do.

The whip skills, the bondage instruction, all of that came out of Jess’s pay, but it was all worth it, it was all what Kayla wanted… it was all of who Jess had always supposed to have been.

They didn’t have names, not really.

They were just money, money.

Kayla would tell her who to remember, and what.

He stood there by the rack, and she walked up to him, snapping the whip as she got closer and closer to him, then wordlessly, set it down on top of the human sized dog crate next to him. “Before you get what you want, you’re going to give me what I want, and you want to give me what I want.”

The words came out of her mouth automatically, memorized lines, the words kayla had taught her to say, the words Kayla had taught her to use, like so many other words.

She ran a leather clad hand down his cheek, and pushed him against the rack. “And all you have to do to give me what I want is do what you’re told.”

He looked at her, his face just a face, his eyes just eyes, his body just a body, just there. It didn’t matter who or what he was, the only thing he had to give was money. 

“If you understand,” she pulled his head into her massive breasts, “Say Yes Mistress.”