His Version

“Look, I don’t make the rules,” Alex said, leaning back against the headboard with his playful, cocky grin. “Blowjobs are a submissive act. They just are.”

Mia raised an eyebrow, but didn’t stop crawling slowly up his body, enjoying the way his breath caught as she grazed her lips along his chest. Her eyes sparkled.

“Is that right? Oh.” She kissed upward until their faces were inches apart. “But if I’m making you cum, who’s really in control?”

He laughed, cupping her chin and tilting her head up so he could kiss her deeply. “What a clever girl. I’m afraid that’s just semantics, though, sweetie.”

“Willing to put it to the test?” Mia asked.

He pulled her back in close, whispering into her ear. “Let’s make a bet: you think you can stay in control? I bet I can lull you into a deep, obedient trance while your pretty lips are wrapped around my cock.”

She shivered with pleasure at the confidence in his voice, but then turned her lips up in a mischevious smile. “And when I make you cum, begging and moaning and helpless, what do I win?”

He paused, hoping she didn’t notice the way he twitched at her description. “Ok… If you win, you can keep me under all weekend. I’ll be your devoted slave.”

“Hmm, interesting, interesting. But if you hypnotize me first?” She affected careful consideration, already knowing she’d take that deal in a heartbeat.

“Then you’ll spend the weekend as my mindless fucktoy.” He kissed her slowly, deeply, teasing out a yielding moan. “Agreed?”

“Fuck, baby. You’re so sexy. Of course, agreed.”

They sealed it with another kiss, charged with anticipation, then Mia slipped down his body again, positioning herself between his legs. Alex’s breathing deepened as she took her time taking him out of his boxers, brushing him with her fingertips, then squeezing his cock as she looked up into his eyes. She pantomimed surprise at how hard he already was. He would have laughed if not overcome by the jolt of pleasure.

She lowered her head and brushed her tongue slowly along the underside of his cock. “Relax, baby,” she whispered. “You know I’ll take such good care of you.”

Alex let out a long, low breath, resting his hands on her head, his voice dropping into the familiar, soothing tone they both knew well. “Just remember to listen closely, sweetie… Let my voice guide you.”

Mia smiled and slowly enveloped him, savoring his sharp inhale. She began a languid, steady rhythm, hand pumping his shaft, her tongue swirling and dancing with practiced ease. Alex gasped and moaned but he wasn’t about to passively surrender; his voice was a gentle melody, a subtle counterattack.

“That’s it, Mia, baby… Focus on the feel, the warmth, sink into each sensation… sinking deeper… up and down… deeper and deeper,” he murmured, voice silky and hypnotic.

Mia felt her mind wanting to drift, but she countered by slowing her pace, swirling her tongue more deliberately, then holding perfectly still, applying just enough pressure to draw a groan from him. Alex’s breath caught, and his eyes fluttered.

She released him slowly, looking up with an innocent, teasing expression. “Feeling it already?”

He laughed breathlessly, recovering and smiled down at her, stroking her hair gently. “Good thing you took a break, babe. I could feel you slipping into the rhythm…”

“The rhythm,” Mia nodded, staring Alex in the eyes as she stroked him. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?” She lowered her head back down, never breaking eye contact, tracing a sensual pattern along his shaft, soft lips sliding so slowly, rhythmically. Her pussy started to ache as she watched him begin to loosen, body molding to her movements.

But Alex’s voice was still steady, relentless, stroking her mind with each syllable, his fingertips gently massaging her scalp, subtly lulling her senses.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice deep and throaty. She loved when he sounded like that; it made her throb. “Sinking into each slow, steady stroke… forgetting everything else… just the rhythm, deeper, easier, emptier…”

Mia felt herself slipping, her eyelids heavy, sensations magnified by his voice. She took a deep breath and pushed back, varying the pressure, taking him deeper, faster, then holding again, keeping him on the edge, feeling him twitch and tremble in her mouth.

Alex’s hips shifted involuntarily, his breath ragged. Mia felt a thrill of victory as his voice briefly faltered, the hypnotic cadence cracking into a vulnerable groan.

“Careful,” she murmured, her voice sultry. She gave him a lick in between words. “You’re not losing control, are you? What were you saying?”

“God, Mia…”

“Poor boy,” she whispered, and licked. “You were saying something about the rhythm? Deeper? Easier? …Emptier?”

Alex fought to reclaim his composure, but she had found his rhythm now. Each time he tried to take over, she skillfully countered—tightening her lips, flicking her tongue, keeping him teetering on that exquisite edge. Soon, his whispers became less coherent, more repetitive, losing the thread of his hypnotic induction.

“Deeper… Ohhh… Empty… Deeper, baby… it’s… so good…”

Mia hummed softly around him, satisfied, intensifying her pace, feeling his thighs tense under her hands. She pressed down more firmly, holding him in place as she sucked. She had him now—his head tilted back, eyes glazed, lost in the pleasure she gave him.

Mia felt him surrender, so attuned to his body she could feel the moment he stopped merely enjoying the blowjob and started losing himself in it. He was trembling beneath her skilled attention. She knew she’d won—but winning wasn’t enough. A wicked smile curved her lips as she released him, slowly, looking up at his dazed expression, his eyes half-lidded, glazed with pleasure.

“Poor, poor boy. You’re slipping away,” she purred, gently stroking her fingertips up and down his slick, pulsing shaft. “Can’t think anymore, can you?”

Alex mumbled something indistinct—more of a whimper, really. His body was tensed but his muscles responded only to her movements. His breathing was ragged, his focus had tightened to her mouth and his cock. Mia moved her lips back there, feathering gentle kisses along his length as she teased him further into helplessness.

“I’m not finished draining you yet,” she whispered, and the way she said draining made him moan. “Let yourself go, completely… no more thoughts allowed… no more talking. All control gone…”

She took him slowly, rhythmically, deeper than before, guiding him into profound, irresistible trance. She could feel his remaining resistance melting away; she imagined it melting like butter on her tongue. His mind emptied, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of pleasure—her pleasure—to fill it.

He moaned weakly, eyes unfocused, eyelids fluttering, losing himself more completely with each passing second.

“That’s right, baby,” Mia murmured, voice gentle and hypnotic. “Let go for me. Forget your silly bet… forget where you are… forget your own name…”

Alex’s eyes slipped shut as she spoke, his body utterly pliant beneath her control.

“What’s your name?” she asked softly, sweetly, briefly releasing him.

He opened his mouth, hesitated, but no sound emerged, confusion flickering across his sleepy face. Mia smiled wickedly, excitement filling her at the thought of victory.

“Silly boy. You can’t remember, can you? Your mind’s completely empty now. So easy to control. So easy to obey.”

He whimpered, his mind spiraling deeper into blank, compliant bliss, his hips instinctively seeking more of her touch.

She stroked him, moved her lips close, so close he could feel them… but withheld her mouth.

“Poor boy. You want more? Need more?”

He made the most beautiful, pathetic sounds as he struggled to say yes.

“Then tell me. Say it: ‘My mind’s completely empty.’”

Alex didn’t hesitate. “My mind’s completely empty,” he moaned.

“So easy to obey.”

“So easy… so easy to obey.”

“Good boy!” Mia purred. She resumed the blowjob slowly, deliberately, holding him right at the edge, enjoying his desperate, needy noises. When she sensed he was at the absolute brink—mindless, obedient, utterly hers—she paused once more, and whispered firmly:

“Cum for me now. Cum yourself into obedience. Surrender completely and realize… this is all you’re gonna be for the whole weekend.”

The command slipped effortlessly into his blank, receptive mind. Instantly, Alex’s whole body shuddered in ecstasy, his release overwhelming, all-consuming, sealing her control deeper into his subconscious with each powerful pulse.

When it was finally over, he lay limp, dazed, utterly spent. Mia licked a drop off the tip of his cock and kissed her way back up to his lips, gazing down lovingly at her thoroughly conquered boyfriend.

“Good boy,” she whispered, stroking his hair tenderly. “Now you’re just my plaything. All mine. All mine.”

He murmured dreamily, drifting in blissful obedience. “All yours…”

She smiled and giggled, cuddling down on top of him, savoring her victory—and eagerly planning how to enjoy every delicious moment of his loss.