It hadn't been an easy week for Valerie. Between her medical exams and her job as a waitress, she'd been working hard until the weekend. So it's only natural that she spent Saturday night at the disco to unwind.

Even though the post-party fatigue was making itself felt on that bench, while she waited for the last bus, it also reminded her how much more convenient it would have been to drive instead of saving money.

A question interrupted her train of thought: "Do you want a cigarette?" At that moment, she turned sharply, noticing someone else standing next to her. He was a man in his fifties, thin, and not particularly well groomed. Valerie guessed from his rather worn clothes, a pair of torn sneakers, worn jeans, and a sweatshirt, which was probably originally white but had now turned brown that he was a homeless man looking for a place to sleep.

"So, do you want a cigarette?" she asked again.

"No, look... I honestly don't smoke." Was that true? No, Valerie smoked. But she certainly wouldn't accept a cigarette from a stranger.

After that exchange, there was a good fifteen minutes of silence, then "I think you could use a cigarette, you seem tense, girl." It hadn't been said in an overly rude tone, but the fact that someone else had to come and tell Valerie how to relax—maybe it was the alcohol in her system, or maybe it was the somewhat rough week—was getting on her nerves.

"I told her I don't smoke!"

"Maybe," the man said before taking out a pack of crooked cigarettes and a peculiar Zippo lighter with a spiral motif on them.

"My name's Herb, by the way."

Valerie pretended not to hear so as not to have to socialize more than necessary with this stranger.

“You know what I like best about smoking, girl? Being able to use my lighter. Because you see, it has a unique feature that makes it incredible, look.” As he said this, the man had approached and practically held his lit lighter in front of him.

Valerie was now cursing whatever it was about her that had told her not to take the car. “I don’t know what it could be, it has a nice design… I think,” she said, clearly uncomfortable.

“Thanks, but no. It’s something in the flame. Look carefully, you’ll notice something small, almost imperceptible.” Valerie, just to shake off the homeless man, did as he was told and began observing the lighter’s flame.

“Is it a much taller flame than usual and brighter?” Valerie asked, hoping her deduction was correct.

"Well, yes, if you look closely, you'll notice that the flame is brighter; having it before your eyes practically erases everything around it. Then, yes, it's taller so you can see it dancing better, but no. Come on, look carefully at the center of this light dancing in the wind, observe the outlines of the flame, how it sways left and right and then left again. I think you're close, you just have to try harder, concentrate." Valerie was quite tired of this game, but perhaps it was something in the man's tone, which had become slower and softer (almost whispered), perhaps it was the warmth of the flame; the fact was that the girl couldn't take her eyes off that lighter.

“I don’t know, I’m tired…” Before she could finish her sentence, the man started talking again, his dense flow of words. “It’s perfect to be tired, this specialty is only seen this way. Watching and watching and watching that flame dance and dance just for you. To help you relax. To let your nerves loosen a little. It’s as if your brain were a candle, and to help you calm down, this lighter melted that candle away, all the thoughts, all the worries, all the stress, just melted wax that needs to be rebuilt.”

Valerie was feeling strange, as if every second she looked more at that candle was another second she was losing herself in it. She didn’t even notice when Herb began to grope the girl’s breasts with his free arm.

“Here, be a good girl, look at the flame. Sooner or later you'll understand what's so special about it. But I can't stay here all evening, and you don't seem very awake right now. Are you a little sleepy?” Valerie tried to disagree, but only a small groan came out. “I thought so. Maybe you should have accepted my cigarette, girl. For now, just watch the flame dance a little longer, back and forth, right and left, all the movements necessary to best melt your waxy brain. Imagine everything melted, without thoughts, without stress, just something to rebuild.”

Valerie was trying to shake her head, but everything was so soft, like melted wax. Fighting against all that stickiness, she was slowly raising her right arm to move the flame, but just as she touched Herb's arm, a soft whisper.

"There you go. Now I'm going to close the lighter, and as soon as you hear the snap, your brain will be nothing but melted wax, no more thoughts, no more stress, no more willpower. The only thing is a melted brain that causes a person to be empty and obey everything they're told."

She couldn't even try to fight back; it was just a moment, the snap of the two metal parts melted Valerie's brain forever.

"Now, little slut, obey and do as I say. Take off that dress and kneel before me." Valerie reluctantly removed her glittery dress, exposing her black lace underwear. The homeless man pulled down his pants, exposing his (stinky) erection to the kneeling girl's face.

"Now, like a good bitch, give me a nice blowjob." Valerie obeyed, licking and sucking the entire length available, giving Herb a thrill and pleasure he'd never experienced before.

“AHH!… right, now continue… when you’ve swallowed all my cum… your brain will register it as subservience to me,” even though Valerie was trying to scream inside and wanted to escape, only a faint tear escaped.

“There, there, go on, continue, continue!” At her master’s command, the woman began massaging his balls with her free hand, while her other hand moved with even more determination and speed on his cock. Finally, as a grand finale, the woman’s tongue arrived, expertly stimulating the man’s glans, bringing the ecstasy to the extreme. The girl’s soft skin against the rough skin of the homeless man’s private parts was like the touch of an angel.

“YES! YES! THERE I CUMM!!” Herb's hands forced the girl's head against his cock, ensuring the spurt of cum he was shooting would go down her throat.

"That's exactly what I needed, good bitch," Herb said as he pulled his cock from his new slave's mouth. "You know, you have a talent for this, now come on, we have a car waiting for us." Ordering, Valerie stood up and began following her new master as he groped her ass.