The Truth - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

With a second look, he turned the knob to off and staggered from the room.

“Thanks for small favors,” she whispered after she heard the bathroom door close. For the second time today his cum was locked inside her pussy with no way out.

With the sound of the toilet flushing, he returned to the living room, immediately sitting down at the desk and picking up the pen. Before he started to write he looked at Sandra. She was standing next to the kitchen table stroking Debra’s wig. Her body language made it obvious she was avoiding looking at him.

“I don’t feel like I won,” she whispered, quivering slightly.

A minute passed before he said, “Yet, I think I lost. I certainly lost it.”

“Have you gotten it back?” she looked at him.

“I don’t know. I think this is the real reason for subtlety.”

“Oh?”

“Power corrupts. I’ve been lording over you and now Debra non-stop for a day and when I didn’t get my way.” He looked at her. “Oh, God, take that thing out.”

“Gladly,” she responded as she reached down and removed the vibrating dildo. “It was actually worse when it was off. It stopped being a sexual act so I am a bit sore down there because of the dildo.”

He smirked. “That wasn’t the intention.”

After an awkward silence she asked, “So now what?”

“Now, I think I remove all the compulsions completely and start fresh,” he replied. “Anything you want me to keep?”

“Insist and believe me have to go.”

“Absolutely. They modify your awareness.”

“You probably have to keep the one that prevents me from talking about your ability to others. Did you put that one on Debra?”

“No, I have to do that.”

She paused before she continued in a slight sing-song voice, “I like the command one because it just is raw mental control with none of the sugar coating insist has.”

“I figured you might. I think I’m going to remove it for now and surprise you with it some time in the future.”

She looked at him wide-eyed, “That would have gotten me wet, but….”

“Get rid of that too?”

“Or modify it so I can still get moist when I’m horny,” she offered. “That hormonal reaction I think is what separates women from little girls.”

“Wow, I wonder if I could make you older or younger.”

“I can’t believe you say things like that, rain man. Look what you did to Debra over there and see if you can ask that question again.”

“I want to pack her into a suitcase and mail her to a boutique in Milan.”

“If she heard that she is probably giddy about the prospect of that happenig.”

“That reminds me of something else I wanted to experiment with. Do you mind? It should not affect your mind at all.”

“Go ahead.” As he started to write on the paper she added, “Am I right to expect whatever it is will happen to happen when you add the period to the sentence?”

“Yep,” he replied, adding the period with a flourish.

She disappeared. A split second later he heard her shout from his bedroom. “How I’d end up in here?” As he finished writing another sentence she reappeared on the sofa. “What did you…?”

“Teleportation works,” he grinned. “I guess I don’t have to actually mail her Milan. I can just teleport the suitcase to save on the shipping.”

Sandra shook her head. “Silly man, part of the adventure would be being jostled around in luggage compartments for days before arriving.”

“Apparently, I don’t know everything about this fantasy of hers,” he lamented. “I thought she wants to be a dress up doll in a store front window basically.”

“That’s the gist of it but there are layers with variation,” Sandra explained. “Just like I want to be controlled. Or do I?”

“I figured out the problem. You've probably read so many mind control stories that involve master-slave relationships that you thought it had to be that way but your personal kink is just the mind control and not the master-slave bit.”

“I never thought about it that way. I love some of those stories but some leave me cold.”

“Is there some other aspect of them you’ve wanted to explore?”

“Maybe. I suspect my dedication to them would be even less sure than my dedication to being a slave.”

He laughed, “Actually it sounds like you have commitment issues.”

“I prefer to think of it as wanting to have my cake and eat it too.”

“After the episode earlier you can rest assured nothing you might explore here is permanent. What aspect of your fetish would you like to explore?”

She whispered, “Bimboism.”

He laughed again. “You asked me last night if all men want dumb women when you wanted to be the dummy woman?”

“That’s the thing. I don’t know if I want to be stupid or just airheaded.”

“Tell me what you think the difference is.”

“An airhead is just into boys and makeup and girly things who never examines the world around her. A stupid person has no interests and can’t put two and two together. The airhead can be led by the nose to an intelligent conclusion and she will understand it. The stupid person will never understand.”

“That sounds like it only works if there’s more than one of you to play off one another,” he concluded. “What else?”

“I don’t think I want to share the rest of them.” She winked at him.

“So do I command it out of you or do I put the vibrator back in?”

“If you are playing along, the command will be more fun.”

“I see,” he replied. “May I ask how many are left?”

“Two or three I guess.”

“I command you to list the two or three things left plus an additional three that are not on your list but genre appropriate. I must figure out which are the ones you would like to explore.”

“Wow, I didn’t expect that. Can I take some time to make the list?”

“Take all the time you need. But you can’t speak aloud during that time. Then next words out of your mouth must be the list. I command it.”

She nodded. She started to open her mouth then stopped and pantomimed writing notes. He handed her a notepad and a normal pen. She laughed.

“What?” he asked.

She turned the pad toward him to show him the mannequin drawing. He nodded and picked up the pen and started writing: “The ‘I insist’, ‘believe me’ and ‘tell me truly’ compulsions no long exist in Sandra or Debra...

Sandra cleared her throat until he looked up from his writing. She said, “The list consists of the bitch’s comeuppance, finding out she’s not human, public or private humiliation, total amnesia, transformation into a whore, trapped in a fugue, or waking up as someone else completely.”

“That’s seven choices. There should be only five or six.”

“I found a fourth I might want to explore so I improvised.”

“Fair enough,” he replied. “Right off the bat I’m sure humiliation tops the list. How about I compel you do something boring and then completely ignore you as if you are beneath me?”

“How is that humiliating?”

“Depends on what you are told to do is, doesn’t it?”

She didn’t respond.

He got up and sat down on the sofa with his legs spread apart. “Kneel down in front of me.”

She complied cautiously.

He opened his robe. “Now take my dick into your mouth.”

She smiled as she leaned forward. She breathed hotly onto his flaccid dick.

“That’s it all the way down until your lips are against my crotch. I command you not to let your tongue touch my dick. I command you not to suck. I command you not to remove your lips from my crotch. I command you not to make any sounds at all.”

Confused, she waited. Then she heard the television turn on. It sounded like a baseball game. She knew she could kneel here with her mouth around his dick all day if she had to so she was not sure what the point was.

After an inning, it was apparent he was enjoying the game as he cheered and booed. Every time he jumped around she had to stay attached to him. At no time did he acknowledge her presence.

In the third inning her level of annoyance was approaching anger. She realized that by just having her do nothing with his dick that she was not even a sex toy to him. She was his jockstrap. Half an inning later she found out that the realization that she was not a sex toy had been a mistake. Her jaw hurt. Her knees hurt. Keeping her tongue away from his dick was causing her tongue to cramp.

In the fifth inning she could not stop fidgeting. Her knees were killing her.

Between innings he said, “I see you’re a bit uncomfortable. Tell you what. You can stand up any time you want. But once you do you have to remain standing until the game is over. If you stand up you still have to maintain you lips against my crotch. Also, when you stand up you must put your feet as far under the sofa as you can and press the front of your legs against the sofa. Once you do that I will command you not to move your feet. Ah, the game's back on.”

She held out for another half inning before she stood up. Once she had her feet in place he commanded her not to move them. She could not stand fully upright because the height of sofa prevented her from maintaining her lips on his crotch and straightening her legs.

It only took a single batter’s plate appearance for her to realize standing without being able to straighten her legs was worse than kneeling. Within an inning her calves were cramping.

She lost track of the game as she tried to zone out. He said, “Oo, tie score. There could be extra innings.”

She wanted to whimper but could not. She could feel her eyes starting to tear but she did not want to give him that satisfaction. She had to calm down but she could not even take a deep breath to help center herself.

“Yes,” he said. “That was a good game.” He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed tightly. “I command you not to alter the shape of your face, especially your mouth. You may take a step backward but your head must stay below the height of your ass.”

She stepped back. Her jaw was jutted out in front of her, her lips forming a circle.

“I command you not to move.”

“Now what?” she thought. She stood there for at least ten minutes wondering what he was doing. Her face was beyond numb by now.

Without warning, a warm sticky mass of goo spattered into her face. She heard him sit forward and then little drips of what could only be his cum continued to drip on her head. She felt him grab a handful of hair and use it to wipe himself. Then he stood up and stepped away.

As she felt the mass of cum slowly run down her face, she thought, “After spending a couple hours with his dick lying flaccid in my mouth, he just jerked off and came on my face, using my hair as a rag to clean himself up.” Some of the cum rolled down over her lips into her mouth. Some of it was dripping slowly off the end of her nose. Some of it ran under her chin and dripped to the floor from there.

When she thought it could not get any worse she heard the sound of a camera. A few minutes after that she heard him at the desk. Then she heard paper coming out of the printer.

After a few moments, he said, “I command you not to touch your face or hair and you cannot lick your lips. You can move again.”

She stood up opening her eyes slowly. “God, that was…” she pointed to her face, “and still is humiliating. Let me clean my face.”

“But did you enjoy it?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I can’t believe you sat there so long flaccid with me like that. You sure know how to make a girl feel sexy.”

“Believe me if that game hadn’t been so good I never could have pulled it off. What was the most humiliating part?”

“The end. Knowing that you had been able to ignore me for a couple hours and then could just jerk off in my face. The hair, my, God, what does my hair look like?”

He handed her the printed photo.

“I look like a baboon in heat.”

“That’s a great caption for when I upload this to the web.”

She looked up from the photo quickly. “You wouldn’t!”

As she looked up he snapped another photo of her. “You mouth says, ‘No, no.’ What does your fetish say?”

She glared at him half-heartedly then looked away quickly.

“What?” he asked. “You have an idea for how to make this more humiliating. Don’t you? Don’t make me command it out of you.”

She spun back around and looked at him in shock. Then she laughed, “Okay, you would make me post the pictures and add captions implying I do this all the time.”

“Sounds good.” He mocked. “Maybe I should get some guys over here to give you a bunch of facials so you can do a whole website.”

She shook her head, “Can I clean myself up now?”

“I’ll do it for you. Just have a seat while I magic something up.” He started writing. When he finished he stood up and walked over to her. He reached behind her neck and depressed a switch. With a click, her head rose up three inches.

“What’s happening?”

“I’m just going to wash your head,” he replied flatly. He lifted her head off the control stem and went to the sink.

“How?”

“I’m sorry, I forgot. I command you to exit human mode. Return to android awareness mode.” At the sink, he moistened a paper towel and used it to wipe her face clean.