Chloe stood in the mansion’s sprawling kitchen, the morning sun spilling through wide windows onto gleaming marble counters. She jabbed at the coffee machine’s buttons, frustrated that it wouldn’t work. She’d been up half the night, her mind buzzing with possibilities. Those hypnotic tits—they weren’t just toys for Neil now, they could be her ticket up the ladder at work, a way to turn her boss’s leering into something useful. First, she needed to test their limits, see how far she could push.

Brandon sat at the table, crunching through a bowl of cereal in his boxers, his tanned skin catching the light. Denise stormed in, her hair still damp from a shower, and brushed past Chloe to the machine. Three quick presses, and it whirred to life, filling the air with the rich, bitter scent of brewing coffee. “Did you sleep well?” Chloe asked, her tone laced with a smirk she couldn’t hide.

“No,” Denise snapped, yanking a mug from the cabinet. “Neil slept like a baby, though—still out cold.” Her eyes flicked to Chloe, sharp with unspoken accusation.

Chloe smirked as she started pouring her coffee. She hadn’t intended to do what she had done last night but this power was too useful to lose like that. She had to admit it was kind of fun. She didn’t find submissive men sexy, but the power had given her a thrill. Plus, all her life men had treated her like she was just a bimbo, something to be manipulated into sex and then discarded. She now had the opportunity to prove to the world and herself she could do more.

She started thinking about ways she could use this to get ahead at work. A low-cut top and a few wardrobe accidents in front of the boss maybe. But first she would have to test to see how much she could get away with. She looked at Brandon and sipped her coffee, thinking.

Neil strode in then, the circlet dangling from his hand like a trophy. His grin was wide, cocksure, and Chloe caught his gaze drifting to her chest—mostly covered– he looked disappointed. “Sleep well?” she asked, arching a brow.

“Brilliantly,” he beamed, crossing to Denise. He leaned in, whispering something that made her giggle despite herself. Before Chloe could blink, he slid the circlet onto Denise’s head, scooped her up and carried her back toward the bedroom. The door slammed shut upstairs, leaving a pang of jealousy in Chloe’s gut. She was the one who fed him those erotic dreams, and he still ran to fuck Denise first.

Even with her new powers she had no intention of stopping the use of the circlet, being under its influence and getting fucked by Neil was the most erotic experience in her life, one that never got old. But that doesn’t mean she can’t get a better deal.

She sat down at the table next to Brandon. “So, if we’re going to be living together, tell me a bit about yourself.”

Brandon started explaining details about his gym routine and modelling career, Chloe pretended to listen as she started pulling her top-down gauging his reaction. She had a good sense when guys were checking her out, but she wasn’t getting anything from Brandon as he continued to gap about the number of views on his Instagram account. Her cleavage was now half exposed, and he hadn’t seemed to bat an eyelid. Neil would be drooling by now! Maybe he was just much more of a titman.

She arched her back forward and said “Wanna join me in the living room?” her full cleavage on display.

“Er, think I need another coffee,” he mumbled, standing to refill his mug. His disinterest grated on her.

Chloe had run out of patience, she yanked her shirt down, popping her breasts free, and plopped them on the table with a soft thud. Brandon froze mid-pour, coffee splashing onto the counter. His hazel eyes glazed over, dreamy and fixated, a tent rising in his boxers. “Come join me on the sofa,” she purred, the hypnosis sinking in deep without thought or effort on her part.

He drifted toward the living room, movements slow and reverent, like a man sleepwalking toward a shrine. Chloe stripped to her panties, the cool air prickling her skin, and sprawled across the plush sofa. Brandon stood before her, awaiting orders. She grinned—this was her lab now. “Take off your boxers and stand to attention.”

Brandon was much taller than Neil and seemed to be in better shape, especially if you thought of pre-circlet Neil. His cock seemed more or less the same size, not that she cared much about such things. But this was making her horny so he may as well make use of it.

“Tell me, do you want to fuck me bad?” Chloe asked

“Yeah…” Brandon gave the expected, half zoned out answer, eyes locked on her chest.

“Then come get it” she said, spreading herself over the sofa.

“No” Brandon said giving the unexpected answer.  

Chloe sat up and pouted. “What? WHY?” she said seemingly offended to her core.

“Neil… told me not to...”  A strange warmth flooded her chest. Neil had marked her as his, thought ahead to keep Brandon in line. It was flattering, clever even—but it didn’t solve her current problem. She was horny, damn it, and she wanted satisfaction now. Scowling, she stood, grabbed his head, and shoved it into her cleavage with one hand while the other slid down to stroke his cock.

“But Neil will never know, dear,” she whispered, her lips grazing his ear.

“Still won’t,” he mumbled, muffled against her skin.

Fury surged, white-hot and unfamiliar. No man had ever refused her like this—not when she was this blatant. Yet, beneath the anger, a grudging respect flickered. Neil wasn’t just a tit-obsessed pushover; he’d outmaneuvered her here. She couldn’t override his command—not directly. But her arousal wasn’t backing down, and neither was her ingenuity.

“You want to lick me out,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding. “You will pleasure me with your mouth.”

He muttered something into her breasts, then sank to his knees, tongue darting out. Chloe straddled his face, riding the sensation. She’d never been eaten out before, but the appeal hit fast—his tongue was warm, eager, relentless. She gripped his hair, guiding him, heat coiling in her core. Pleasure unfurled like a slow bloom, a tingling wave that started at her clit and rippled outward, making her thighs tremble. Five minutes in, she was hooked, the wet, rhythmic lapping sending sparks up her spine, but climax danced just out of reach. “Harder, deeper, you useless himbo,” she snarled, grinding harder, chasing that edge.

“I don’t think he likes being spoken to like that,” a voice sliced through her haze.

Her heart lurched. *Neil.* Standing behind her, arms crossed, a mix of amusement and danger in his eyes. Panic spiked—would he punish her? She had to act fast. Twisting her spine, she thrust her chest out, grabbing her tits to draw his gaze. “He doesn’t mind,” she purred, squeezing them. “He’s had a good look at these—and you don’t mind either, do you?”

Neil’s eyes dipped, and like clockwork, his expression softened as his pants tented, his mind snared. “No…”

“Then come here and suck on these,” she beckoned, her voice velvet over steel.  
He shuffled forward, transfixed, and buried his face in her breasts, lips latching onto a nipple. 

Power surged through her, intoxicating. Normally, men reduced her to a fuck-doll, but now *she* had two of them—Brandon lapping below, Neil worshiping above. She wasn’t just a bimbo; she could wield this. The thought, paired with Neil’s hungry sucking, shoved her over the edge. She collapsed, cumming hard on Brandon’s face, a shuddering, triumphant release.

Panting, she steadied herself, eyeing the two men still entranced. *Now what?* Fear crept in—Neil could wake up, use the circlet, strip her powers, kick her out. She’d fought too hard to lose it all. Her gaze snagged on the circlet dangling from his hand. Temptation whispered: slip it on, let submission wash away the mess, let them sort it out. They could fuck her, punish her, whatever—she’d revel in it. Simple. Safe.

She snatched it, hands trembling, and placed it on her head. Anticipation swelled—then nothing. No bliss, no haze. *Why?* Two men stood before her, their wills sapped by her tits—there was no one left to submit *to*. Frustration clawed at her. She ripped the circlet off, mind racing for a fix.

Turning to Brandon, she steadied her voice. “Brandon, you’ll remember I seduced you into licking me out. You don’t recall Neil being here, but you’re sure he’d be fine with it. You enjoyed it, no hard feelings. Go have a long wank.”

He nodded, dazed, and shuffled off, boxers in hand.

She faced Neil, spinning her lie with care. “Neil, honey, you walked in on Brandon eating me out, tranced by my tits. I tried to trance you, but it didn’t work—you just got horny and sucked my tits. You’re not mad at him; he’s too dumb to resist, and he didn’t fuck me, sticking to your rules. You want to use the circlet on me for a few hours to work out your frustrations.”

She turned away, smoothing her hair and tugging her top back on. When she glanced back, Neil was stirring, his haze lifting.

“What was I saying? Oh yeah, look Chloe, I don’t mind you talking to Brandon like that, sure you can use your tit-powers for some fun here and there, but I don’t want you fucking on the sofa. What if Denise came in and saw you!” Neil started lecturing. He looked down at his pants and became aware he was still very erect. “Well, this time she’s gone to the shops for a few hours so why don’t you help me with this.”

YES she had done it, he bought it, she was going to get away without serious consequences! As Neil placed the circlet on her head the bliss of submission fell over her. The thoughts of manipulation fell away, and her mind simply became the single idea of serving the man standing before her.

“I am yours. What would you like, master?” she said more eagerly than normal.

“I think a blowjob, but first take that top off. Brandon isn’t here so we don’t need to worry about … any … entrancement…”

As Chloe moved to take her top off the bliss faded, and as thought left Neil’s mind it came flooding back into hers.

Fuck, the circlet can’t dominate me if he has no will to command.

She took off the circlet and covered them up again. “Neil, honey you should depower my tits.” She said reluctantly.

“What, no, I like them the way they are!” he protested.

“But they are difficult to control, they keep err, distracting Brandon. He can’t stop looking and trancing himself” Chloe lied.

“Who cares about him, they make me happy!” Neil’s voice hardened, anger flaring.

Chloe started stroking his cock to calm him down. “Neil, you may be a strong enough man to deal with them, but other men aren’t, and if I kept them covered all the time that wouldn’t keep your ‘friend’ here happy, would it? Please think of a solution for me.”

Neil tried to pull her top down and escape by gazing into her cleavage. But she pulled it back.

“I suppose I could try making it so they were only entrancing when you wanted them to be.”

“That’s a great idea, do that.” She said as she put the circlet back on.

As the bliss overtook her Neil ordered “Your tits will change to only be entrancing when you will them to be.”

Chloe felt the familiar tingle go through her.

“Now, stop complaining, just stop thinking and suck this cock” Neil said as he grabbed her head and entered her mouth.

As Chloe feverishly worked his cock, deep in submissive bliss, a few stray thoughts managed to enter her mind. She had proven to herself that she wasn’t *just* a big titted bimbo fuck doll. But maybe—just maybe—life was sweetest when she let herself be one.