by Sylvia Owens
I pulled out about half way and jammed it down her throat again, this time holding her down for nearly minute. Janice looked up at me with contempt as I continued brutally fucking her throat for a while longer.
“The training wheels are coming off, Janice. Now you're on your own.”
I dropped the belt and put my hands at my sides. With my psychic ability, I increased the intensity of her pussy stimulation. Janice shrieked in mixed pleasure and discomfort.
“For your sake, I hope you can do a better job this time.”
Janice grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled herself on to me, desperate to cram my cock as far down her throat as she could manage. Her tongue flattened and pressed against the underside of my shaft. She really was giving this her best effort. As my cock pressed against her throat and slowly started to penetrate it, she began choking and gagging again. Even so, she grabbed harder onto my ass and continued pulling until her nose pressed firmly against my abs.
“Well done, Janice. You've managed to swallow the whole thing on your own. Keep that up and maybe you'll be relieved soon.”
Indeed, as she picked up the pace and continued deepthroating my cock, I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. Tears streamed down Janice's face, and she could not overcome her gag reflex, but the determined woman was taking my cock down like a champ. Still, I wasn't ready to end her punishment just yet. I pulled out of her and turned around.
“You're not getting off that easily, Janice. It's time to give you a trombone lesson.”
“Wh-what..?”
“Eat out my asshole.”
Janice hesitated for a moment, balking at this order. She must have been in a great deal of discomfort, but this command was just too humiliating. I probed her mind and sent the stimulation into overload.
“OH GOD, okay! I'll do it!”
Janice spread my cheeks apart and buried her face in my ass. She shuddered and groaned as her tongue swirled around and pressed against my asshole. She then reached forward and started stroking my cock. The sensation was extremely pleasurable, but I was surprised to find that degrading her like this was even more gratifying. I had always used my abilities to make women enjoy servicing me. Janice wasn't enjoying this at all, and I found that somehow thrilling.
She frantically picked up the pace and tightened her grip around my cock. I could feel her desperation to finish me off and milk the cum out of me. She was lapping my asshole now with quick strokes of the tongue. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. Janice must have sensed this and stuck her tongue into my ass with a sense of urgency.
“Oh no you don't,” I said as I pushed her off of me. “I still have one more task for you. Bend over and spread your cheeks.”
Janice quickly complied. She was becoming quite the obedient little slut. I approached her from behind and pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole.
“Wait, no. Please not in there. I've never done that before, and you're too big!”
“Don't worry, Janice. I'm not going to fuck your ass. You're going to fuck me. I can wait here all day. How's your pussy feeling?”
Janice sobbed and dug her nails into the carpet. I knew she didn't have the willpower to voluntarily bear the stimulation and defy me. Gritting her teeth, she slowly began backing into me and sinking my cock into her tight puckered asshole.
I just relaxed, my hands behind my head, leaning back and enjoying the scene. Janice grimaced and squealed as she gave herself a painful assfucking. My cock wasn't even half-way in yet. Her virgin asshole was incredibly tight, squeezing my cock and challenging me not to cum. I intended to hold out for as long as possible. If she wanted this to end, she was going to have to earn it.
Janice let out a wail as she finally drove her ass all the way down to the hilt of my cock, burying it inside her warm asshole. The elasticity of her tight rim was a sight to behold. Though still unpleasant, she seemed to be getting used to the anal reaming and began rocking back and forth. I grabbed a fistful of her bright red hair and yanked it hard, forcing her to arch her back. The sensation of her anal muscles gripping my cock had pushed me to my limits. I was going to cum very soon.
I pulled out of her ass and spun her around, shooting my warm cum all over her face and hair. Having had so little sex as of late, I had stored up a tremendous amount of cum. I grabbed her hair again and forced my cock down her throat, pumping more of my seed down her throat.
I sighed in relief. After weeks of abstinence and masturbating, it felt tremendously refreshing to have the real thing again. Janice appeared relieved as well, as the stimulation within her subsided. Her face and hair were an absolute mess, smeared with my thick cum.
“Well done, Janice. Now I'll allow you to get dressed and go home. But you will not clean any of my cum off until you get there. I want everyone to see what a shameless whore you are.”
Defeated, Janice sheepishly stared at the ground and nodded. It seemed I had tamed the shrew.
“Oh, and report back here in one week. I have more plans for you.”
With that, Janice hastily put on her clothes and scampered out. As I exited the dressing room, I saw Herbert standing outside his dressing room, zipping his pants.
“Mister, that was some lady you introduced me to! I haven't had a fling like that since college! Say, did you see where Janice went?”
“Oh, I'm sure you'll find her waiting for you by the car. But honestly, Harold, you might want to reconsider that marriage. You can do better.”
“You're damn right I can! Nobody's gonna walk all over me anymore. I feel like a new man, and I'm taking charge of my life!”
“Atta boy, Herbert.”
I felt like a new man as well. Living in the real world for a while was interesting, but ultimately not for me. However, it had afforded me the opportunity to learn more about myself. Degrading and abusing Janice was more erotic than any random fling I'd ever had using my powers. I had dark desires within me and those needed to be explored further.
Once again I managed to surprise myself. But Janice had plenty more surprises in store.
PSYCHIC LUST
My name is Tommy Henderson and I have psychic abilities. I have trained my mind to manipulate other people. I can make them feel whatever I choose. I can bend their will and compel them to do my bidding. These people take pleasure in serving me. I've seen to that.
For a long time I got carried away with my powers. I lived a life of luxury and decadence. I was extremely wealthy, absurdly powerful, and completely irresistible to women. All of my problems could be easily fixed with a simple mental suggestion. I could have absolutely anything in the world I desired.
Eventually I grew bored with virtual omnipotence. When everything in life comes so easily, it no longer feels satisfying. There is no sense of accomplishment, no feeling of relief or gratitude. All comforts and conveniences are taken for granted. It quickly becomes apparent that the bitter is needed to appreciate the sweet. It's the obstacles and struggles that make rewards worth relishing.
I took a break from using my powers to remember what normal life was like again. For weeks I denied myself most of the luxuries I had grown accustomed to, particularly that of easy women. While doing so I encountered Janice, a miserable woman that tormented her husband. I decided to take a break from my hiatus and show her what it's like to be truly dominated. Janice could have resisted me, but deep down she realized that she needed that treatment. I surprised myself in how gratifying I found it to degrade and humiliate her. We both discovered another side of our selves that day.
In the weeks that followed I kept in touch with her husband Herbert. With my help, Herbert had found the confidence and motivation to retake control of his life. He told me of all the awful ways in which Janice had treated him. She was oppressive, manipulative, emotionally abusive, and sometimes even physically abusive. They had a family together, and Herbert didn't want to leave his wife, but he also refused to subject himself to any more torment from that toxic woman.
At first Janice refused this arrangement, but after Herbert kicked her out of the house and declared that she wasn't welcome back until I approved her, she relented. Janice agreed to live with me and follow my orders until I deemed her a fit wife. I would use my powers to train her, but not to take control of her mind. She would be perfectly aware of everything happening to her, and all her actions would be taken willingly. The goal, after all, was to make her obedient.
Even with her consent and my psychic powers, I had my work cut out for me.
******
“Good morning, sir.”
I groaned and rolled over, pulling the blankets over my head. Was it seven o'clock already? Maybe I was still dreaming. Janice's voice was much more soothing than the shrill alarm clock I had grown accustomed to since reigning in my abilities, but it still was not a welcome sound. No matter how powerful or accomplished I could ever become, I would never be a morning person.
“Yes, yes. Good morning,” I mumbled.
Janice approached the table next to my bed and dropped a tray of coffee and breakfast. Apparently she had tasked Herbert with cooking throughout most of their marriage and never bothered to learn to do it herself. It showed. Her first attempts at cooking for me had been disastrous. Initially she couldn't even brew a simple pot of coffee. She was gradually improving, however. I reached for the mug on the tray and took a sip.
“Hm. Not bad.”
“Thank you, sir. I, uh, live to please.”
Not really. I wasn't manipulating Janice's emotions, but I could still sense them. She clearly was not pleased with waking up so early and doing chores. I wondered if she'd ever worked a day in her life prior to meeting me. Not that it mattered much. As long as she willingly learned to be an ideal housewife, her feelings on the matter were not important.
I took the newspaper from the tray and continued with my routine while Janice waited impatiently. Her orders, as always, were to stand by my bedside until I was finished. I could sense that she was already tired of standing and wanted to rest her feet. This only encouraged me to take my time and make her wait longer.
I glanced up from my paper for a moment to admire Janice's attire. I had seen to it that she dress similarly to Ms. Adelson, my previous morning caretaker. Her crimson hair was wound tightly up with a few tresses falling around her face. Her full lips matched the hair, as I had instructed her to apply a generous amount of makeup. This especially accentuated her green eyes, now framed by smokey eyeshadow and deep black liner.
The best part was her white business shirt. With the top few buttons unfastened, her heaving breasts were on full display. The fabric strained against her chest, and it almost looked like her top could burst open at any moment. With a moderately short skirt and tasteful pair of heels, the office-slut look was complete. Janice looked like a perverse 1950s secretary.
“Are you ready for your blowjob, sir?”
“Don't be so blunt about it, slut. You're a lady now. Try to act like one.”
“Yes sir. Is there... anything else I can do for you, sir?”
“That's better.”
I rose out of bed and stood in front of Janice as she dropped to her knees. She removed my pajama bottoms and reached for my cock. I smacked her hand away.
“What do you say?”
“Oh! Thank you, sir. It's an honor to pleasure you.”
“Good girl.”
She reached again for my cock and this time I allowed it. With her gentle grip she massaged the full length of my morning wood. I moaned in approval as she took my glans into her mouth, flicking her tongue across the sensitive surface. Janice was slow to adapt to the rigors of housework and protocol, but when it came to sucking cock she was a quick study. Soon she had taken half the length of my cock into her mouth, and the head pressed against the back of her throat. He tried to stifle a gag while maintaining eye contact with me, but she had not yet mastered her gag reflex. I could have helped her with my psychic abilities, but I chose not to. Herbert would not have such methods at his disposal, after all. Besides, I enjoyed watching her strain in discomfort.
Finally, Janice took the plunge and forced herself all the way down. Her nose pressed into my belly and my stiff cock was fully submerged down her throat. As she choked and gagged on it, I could feel the tightness of her throat squeezing my cock. Perhaps it was for the best that she hadn't learned to stifle her reflexes. The sensation of her struggling to accommodate my large cock was wonderful.
I allowed her to struggle for a few minutes more before taking control. Gripping her fiery hair, I began thrusting my cock down her throat in short, deliberate strokes. The wet sounds of her throat made me even stiffer. A few tears streamed down her face, most likely an involuntary response to being throatfucked. As I continued fucking Janice's face, she looked up at me pleadingly with her watery eyes. I could sense that she was hoping for this to end soon. Her expression was that of a woman begging me to cum. Janice's discomfort was almost as satisfying as the pure carnal pleasure of using her body.
"Start swallowing, bitch."
Of course, I wasn't cumming yet. I wouldn't be letting her off that easy. This was merely a training exercise to help Janice learn the technique of contracting her throat muscles around my cock. She needed to learn how to milk and squeeze the cock skillfuly as Ms. Adelson had. As Janice attempted to do this, she coughed and spasmed. This gripped my cock somewhat, but she still had much to learn. It made a mess as she drooled all over my balls and her tits.
Despite her troubles, I was pleased with her progress. She'd be a cock sucking expert in no time. I tightened my grip on her head and began thrusting harder and in longer strokes. Janice continued simulating swallowing and I mercilessly rammed my cock all the way in, then all the way out of her gullet. As my balls swelled and my rod pulsated, I shoved her head all the way down and held it in place.
"Keep swallowing, slut. It's time to feed you."
Janice obeyed as I unloaded inside her, releasing spurt after spurt of my thick cum. Her eyes locked with mine, as I had strictly commanded, while my warm seed shot down her throat. I gave her a few final thrusts before slowly sliding my cock out of her mouth. As I did so, Janice increased suction and ran her tongue along the bottom of my shaft, draining the last drops of jism out of me. She forced a smile.
“Thank you, sir. It was a pleasure to serve you.”
I couldn't help but to laugh. Janice's hair was a mess. Mascara ran down her face. Her chin and tits were glistening from having drooled on herself. My psychic senses told me that she was miserable doing this, but beginning to accept her place. I was close to breaking her. If only she knew what I had in store for her that afternoon.
I looked out the window and laughed again. It was going to be another wonderful day.
******
Janice's cock sucking skills were progressing quickly. In fact, in every facet of pleasuring me in the bedroom, her training was coming along as smoothly as I would expect. Although she was completely inexperienced in cooking and cleaning, her training in domestic servitude was also progressing adequately. All these skills were relatively simple and teachable, and in time I fully expected Janice to master them.
However, her attitude and disposition were another story. Although Janice was obeying my commands and performing her duties, I could sense that she was not enthusiastic about performing these tasks. She was merely biding her time until she could return home. That wasn't much of a surprise, really. This woman had spent the past decade exploiting her doormat of a husband. She hadn't so much as washed a dish or sucked a cock since they married. She was a spoiled and entitled woman, and a few weeks of housekeeping wasn't going to change that. She needed to be broken down and built back up. Only then could she fully accept, perhaps even embrace, her
role as a subservient house whore.
To that end, I had her accompany me on my day shift at the mall. Of course, I had no intention of getting any work done. The plan was to complete her training in the same place that I had started: the department store dressing room.
As we approached the entrance to the mall, I noticed Janice shifting nervously. No doubt she was embarrassed to be out in public with her slutty attire. I had instructed her to continue wearing her bimbo makeup and unbuttoned shirt. If merely wearing a suggestive outfit was making her uncomfortable, things were about to get much worse for her.
I led Janice to the same department store where I had defiled her several weeks prior. I noticed that Tim was working in the footwear section. I always liked Tim. He was a nice young man, a bit skinny and very nervous around female customers. He would make an excellent first choice for my plan.
