It was nearly a week later, and I was starting to think I had gone too far in playing the role of the cruel dominant; I’d been so caught up in my own excitement, both from trying out my fantasy for the first time as well as finding someone who I thought would be a perfect match for fulfilling them, I’d let myself forget that as intense as Ben’s own fantasies were, getting tortured like that was not quite so fun in real life. Still, I didn’t exactly sense fear coming from him the next time I saw him in class, more just abject disbelief that that night had happened. Of course, seeing me again set him off in a stream of arousing memories. I didn’t have to help him along this time; apparently I’d left such an impression, it was practically all he could think about since. Unfortunately for him, no amount of reliving the festivities would flip the switches I’d turned off in his head. Unable to masturbate or initiate sex, and unable to orgasm even if he could, he could only lay in bed at night, tossing in turning with a hard on that wouldn’t quit.
Perhaps he was waiting for me to make the first move, perhaps he wanted to make the first move, but had no idea how to break the ice. I decided that eventually, his needs, and his inability to take care of them by himself, would eventually push him to approach me. I decided this time, I wasn’t going to help him along, and just waited for the pot to boil over, so to speak.
Today was the day he finally couldn’t take it; if anything, not knowing when I might next do something to him was driving him crazy just as much as his blue balls. Just before the start of class, he came right up to me and said, “Kat, can we talk? After class, I mean?”
I fixed him with a warm, inviting smile, hoping it might ease some of his apprehension. “Yes, I think I would like that.” He let out a small sigh of relief, and we went in. Class was almost unbearably slow, but I forced myself to concentrate on the lesson to pass the time anyway. Ben, I sensed, had no such luck, every moment dragging on as he tried to think of what to say to me. I decided I would let him surprise me, and I quit reading him mind. It proved surprisingly hard to do.
Finally, class was over, and Ben met me right outside the door. “So, um, I think you know what I want to talk about. Can we go someplace more private?”
“Back to my place?” I said with a wink.
He swallowed hard. “I, uh…” He shifted his backpack in front of him, so his sudden erection wouldn’t broadcast itself too easily. “I guess, if that’s what you prefer.”
“Come on, then,” I said. I started walking about the building, and back towards my dorm. Ben followed right behind, and then walked beside me once he’d gotten his erection under control.
“So, um, well, I’ve been thinking about you.”
“Not surprising,” I said. “How’s that working out for you?”
“Look, I’ve figured out what you are,” he said. “And I don’t appreciate getting raped.”
I stopped short. I hadn’t actually expected him to call me out so bluntly. We were outside now, next to a set of benches along the sidewalk, walled in slightly by some bushes on either side. Not exactly the most private spot, but my powers would keep anyone from paying too much attention to us. I went over and sat down on a bench, invited Ben to sit next to me.
“Alright,” I said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you, and well, nothing really excuses that. But I would also like to point out, that I’ve spent the whole semester with you boring a hole in the back of my head with your lustful gaze. Eventually, I just couldn’t take it any more, and decided I would give you a little kick in the pants to stop being a pussy and just ask me out. Then I ended up getting a good, hard look of your fantasies about me, and, well…”
Ben flushed. “Oh, god, I was afraid of that.”
I reached over and pat him on the shoulder. “I got a little carried away, okay? Believe it or not, what I did to you was something I’d fantasized about doing to a guy for a long time, actually. But, well, you can imagine how that would probably terrify and traumatize anyone else. It’s no excuse, but, given the nature of your fantasies, I thought you could take it, enjoy it, even. Since it was clear you weren’t going to take the initiative, I decided to start things myself. And, like I said, I got carried away.”
Ben churned this over in his head and nodded. “Okay, I guess.”
“Okay? Really?”
“Well, I mean… I don’t know. I don’t even know what to think about this. You’re, well, what you did to me was exactly what I always fantasized about. And what you fantasized about, I guess.” He swallowed. “I just… never imagined anything like that was actually possible.”
I let out a soft breath I hadn’t known I was holding. He was actually taking this much better than I’d feared. “Okay. So, are we cool or not?”
He nodded again after a long pause. “Yeah, we’re cool.”
We sat there for a few moments. “So,” I said. “Is there anything else?”
“Uh, well, now that you mention it,” he said. “You did something to me, didn’t you? I can’t seem to, um, masturbate.” He said the last word a bit shyly, and looked away.
I smirked. “Yes, that was me. Sorry, I was feeling a bit mean.”
“Well, can you, uh, can you put me back to normal?”
I pretended to think for a moment. “I dunno,” I said.
“Oh, come on,” he said. “Look, I forgive you, okay, but you could at least put me back to normal!”
I gave him a studious look. “Yeah, okay, I could. But let me ask you first, is that all you want from me?”
He gave me a wary look.
“Look, we both just admitted how much we enjoyed what happened,” I said. “And you know the things I can do to you now. Are you really sure that all you want me to do is undo my little mind lock?”
Ben opened his mouth, then shut it. I could tell he wanted to ask me, but I wasn’t going to push him mentally. Well, not with my powers at least. I stood up. “Well, you think about it, and when you make a decision, you come find me. If you can remember where I live.” I started walking away.
He jumped up. “Wait, come on, don’t just leave me like this!” I sighed, feigning exasperation.
“Fine then. Ask me what you really want to ask me.” I crossed my arms.
It took him a minute. “Kat, I, uh…” he swallowed. “I would love to do what we did again. ” He flushed and fidgeted, but I just waited patiently. He took another breath and composed himself. “In fact, I… I think need to do it again. You’ve got me going crazy for you.”
“Need to, huh?” I said. I stepped closer to him. “How bad?”
“Real bad.”
I stepped into him, and hugged him, pressing myself fully against him. His erection was back in full force, and I pressed my abdomen against him. He let out a small sigh; he was so desperate to be touched, even this little pressure soothed his ache, if barely. “Yes, it certainly feels that way.” I pressed myself more firmly against him, and I felt his hips twitch instinctively. I kissed him, closed lips at first, then darted my tongue between his lips and explored his mouth. His arms wrapped around me, and he held me tightly, grinding himself against me. I ground back. I broke the kiss, and he gasped loudly. I kept my hips moving against him. “So, what you’re saying is, you want me too… what exactly?”
“F-f-fuck me,” he gasped.
“Just a fuck?”
“Fuck me... suck me… use your… god, your powers on me… make me cum…” He leaned in for another kiss.
However, before our lips could connect, I pulled right out of his grasp, leaving his lips, and his crotch, to move useless against air. “Nah,” I said, and turned to leave.
Ben looked at me with a mix of hurt and anger. “Wh-what? Are you fucking joking?!”
I burst out laughing. “Yes, you dumb, horny bastard. Come on, let’s go to my place.” I nearly laughed again to see the look of total relief that washed over him, but instead just held out my hand. I reached out with my mind, and touched the dial of his libido again. I turned up a little higher. “Just so you know, I’ll be a little gentler this time, but I’m going to make you earn that orgasm.” Ben just nodded, already bracing himself for what lay ahead. I kept tapping the dial up bit by little bit as we walked. By the time we reached my room, his penis was nearly tingling with anticipation.
As soon as we were in the room, and pulled him to me and kissed him passionately again, pushing him against the wall and grinding against him. He could barely catch his breath, so caught up with lust and unprepared for my attack. When I finally pulled back, he gasped out my name. I smiled.
I had no real plan, just decided to go with whatever came to me at the moment. First thing first, I stripped him down. With every article of clothing lost, I tweaked the dial up more and more. By the time his penis sprung free, all to eager to reunite with me, pre-cum was seeping from the tip. Ben reached to grab me.
“Ah, ah,” I said. “On the bed. No trying to touch me and no leaving the bed until I say.” I reinforced these orders with a bit of psychic suggestion.
Ben complied dutifully, his penis twitching away, its foolhardy enthusiasm both endearing and amusing. Staying dressed, I set up a chair beside the bed and smiled at him. I reached out and touched his thigh, slowly tracing my fingers up. Ben let out a shaky breath, then jerked as my hand cupped his testicles. I rolled them in my palm gently, and he let out a low moan. I kept this up for a few minutes, during which time, he became lost in a world of soft pleasure. I decided to give more of an impression, and I reached into his mind again. This time, I located the part that controlled his pleasure receptors. I crossed a few wires here and there, and bypassed a few connections; within moment, I set it up so that any pleasurable sensation was magnified nearly tenfold.
The effect was immediately. The simple rolling of his balls in my hand sent little explosions of pleasure, like sexual fireworks, erupting in his groin. He let out a yell, and squirmed, but he could not move to stop me, and he could not pull away. “Oh, fuck,” he cried. I continued my caresses, and turned up the dial some more. “Oh, shit, Kat, fuck me, fuck me already!”
“Oh, but I am,” I said with a sly grin. “I’m using my powers to fuck with you, just like you wanted.”
“That’s not – oh! – not what I meant!”
“Oh, well, too bad, cuz it’s what I want.”
He looked at me with wide eyes. “Please, just touch me,” he said. “Touch my, my cock, please.” I slid my hand up until the fingers were just brushing against the base of his penis. Then I pull my hand away. Before he could protest more, I kissed him passionately again, cranking up the dial. He began shaking with need. I could sense that if it weren’t my psychically enforced orders to stay in place, he would probably tackle me to the floor, rip my clothes off and fuck both our brains out right there. But I wasn’t ready for that yet.
I stood and slowly stripped my clothes off, making his jaw drop with the sight of my body. Then slid into bed next to him. The touch of my bare skin against his made him shiver, but he jumped with a near yelp as I reached down and settled one fingertip oh so gently on the sweet spot of his penis, just below the head. Immediately, his hips began to buck against my finer, but I followed his movements, keeping him from getting any appreciable pressure or friction. Mentally, I forced him to stay more still, and only when he couldn’t even buck his hips, did I lightly trace my finger from the tip of him to the base. Pleasure rippled through him intensely, and he let out a groan. I repeated this gesture, increasing the pressure of my finger ever so slightly each time. The pleasure grew with each stroke, his now overly sensitive organ blooming with sensual delight at my simple caress. He was squirming and groaning incessantly after a few minutes of this, before I nearly blew his mind by whispering into his ear, “Do you want me to suck it?”
His answer was a yes, that exploded in a series of gasps from his lips. I rose up to a kneeling position and scooted down to between his legs. Leaning down, I stuck out my tongue, and slid the warm, hot muscle along his length. I did it again, and a third time. He cried out savagely, and he shook violently trying to grab my head and force my mouth onto him. Deciding it was enough teasing, I took him into my mouth, and began to suck him. He threw his head back, mouth agape, clutching at the edges of the bed in a deathgrip.
I took my time, savoring every pulse of his cock as I slid it in and out of my mouth, writhing my tongue against his sweet spots. He pleaded and begged for me to let him cum, but I allowed the block on his release to hold, enjoying his torment for too much. I became so caught up in the moment, I worked his cock for nearly half an hour.
By the time I released him, he was whimpering pitifully, his face twisted in rapturous agony, jerking as much as my mental limiters would allow. I smiled and decided to give his poor organ a small rest. But that didn’t mean I was done playing; sucking him like that and watching him suffer for me had me so hot, my juices were practically running down my thighs. I scooted up further, and straddled his chest, making him wet with my arousal. I could feel his heart thudding away beneath my thigh.
I waited for him to settle down from the lack of stimulation to his organ, enough to realize I was on top of him, and smiled as his eyes focused on me, then widened, taking in fully my nude form looming over him. His nostrils flared as he smelled the scent emanating from my dripped pussy, and his eyes zeroed in between my legs. He let out a soft, “oh…” He actually licked his lips, and for a moment, I was tempted to press his mouth to my sex and have him return the favor. But I decided I would torment him even further.
“Hey,” I said. “Remember how you used to be able to masturbate?” Barely paying attention, he nodded, but didn’t look up. I reached down and slid my fingers over my sex, tracing the edges of my lips. I was even more riled up than I realized, as this mere touch made me tingle with pleasure. I let out a gasp.
“Oh, no,” Ben gasps. He still can’t take his eyes away, even as he pleads with me. “Please no, you wouldn’t…”
I would indeed. I slid my fingers into myself with one hand, and worked my clit with the other; I didn’t need to raise his libido any higher, but I did anyway. Ben was nearly in tears as I teased him merely with my own pleasure, masturbating just inches from his face. Watching his expression of helplessness, aching need, and awe, I could not last very long, even as I tried to prolong the moment. I came, hard, my fluids spilling over his chest, inflaming him further with my scent. I paused just long enough to make him lick my fingers clean, before touching myself again, and cumming just another minute later. Three more orgasms still, and Ben was moaning almost as loud as I was, desperate to reach me, to touch me, to force me upon his cock and give him the release he wanted so badly. But I would not be so accommodating.
After I calmed down enough, I stood, cleaned myself up a bit, and slid on a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, then went to my purse. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he said, voice shaky “Wh-what are you doing?!”
“Getting thirsty,” I said. “Thought I’d go get a soda. You want something?”
“What do you think?!” he cried.
I laughed. “Oh, no, I’m afraid, tasty as it is, that sort of fluid isn’t quite what I’m looking for right at the moment. I’ll just get whatever you like. Be right back!” Before he could protest, I was out the door, leaving him to ache for my touch all by his lonesome.
I took my time of course, using the bathroom to wash my hands, and slowly making my way to the soda machines down stairs. I was in no hurry, quite thoroughly buzzed from my orgasms. I even stopped to chat for a few minutes with a friend down the hall. I was only gone for maybe fifteen minutes, but for poor Ben, it may as well have been fifteen hours. When I came back, he let out an audible sigh of relief.
“I told you I was coming back,” I said, with a laugh. I offered him a soda, to which he shook his head. Shrugging, I set it to the side, and opened mine, then sat on the chair next to the bed again. I slipped my still bare feet onto the bed, letting them rest on Ben’s thighs.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped. Whatever amount of self-control he’d managed to reclaim in my absence was immediately dashed away as my feet came within barely an inch of his still throbbing cock. I moved my foot, and stretched out one toe to trace along his length just as gently as I had done with my finger. He shook and groaned. “Oh, god, please…”
“Shush,” I said. Still enjoying his suffering, but not quite in the mood to do anything more for myself just yet, I decided to click on the TV, which was set up just at the end of the bed. I idly flipped through channels and sipped my soda as I continued to stroke him with my toes. I found a movie, some dumb comedy, already about halfway in, playing on the university’s movie channel, and, deciding nothing else was on, decided to settle in and watch.
Ben spent the movie lost in a haze of pleasure. I switched feet back and forth, but maintained only my light caress. Only half paying attention to what was on screen, I nonetheless waited the full hour for the credits to roll before I finally returned my attention fully to Ben. He was laying there, mouth agape, eyes rolled up, body twitching and jerking instinctively. Between his hypercharged arousal and the continuous teasing of his super sensitive penis, unable to cum, Ben was a complete wreck. I decided, finally, that this was probably a good enough point this time around.
I lay back down next to him, cuddling him and kissing him on the cheek. He opened his mouth to say something, but I let my finger trace along his penis again, and any protests he may have had were dissolved into whimpering gasps. I lean to his ear, and whisper, letting my breath tickle him. “You should understand something. You are now my toy. My plaything.” I grasped his penis fully, causing him to yell out. “This is not yours anymore. It’s mine. I can do whatever I want to it, with it, anything, whenever I want, and you have no power or even any right to stop me. This is my penis now. Understand?”
He managed to form words long enough to shout, “Yes, yes, it’s yours, please…!”
“Good,” I breathed. “And now… I want to see my penis cum.” I reached inside his mind and, pausing just one more moment for effect, I flipped the orgasm switch back on. Last time, I was unprepared for the force of his orgasm, but since it had been contained in my mouth, I had not had a real appreciation for just how strong it was. This time, even though I thought I was prepared, I was nonetheless quite awed as the cum shot from his dick so hard, he hit the wall behind the bed. The next few shots went equally as far, while the rest merely splattered him from face to stomach. Several such shots got on me as well, but I did not complain, almost entranced as I was at the sight of such a forceful orgasm. I stroked him steadily throughout, milking every drop I could from him. I let him black out towards the end, deciding a bit of mercy was deserved.
When he was finally done, I went back into his head, and flipped the orgasm switch off, but undid my little tampering, so that his penis returned to normal sensitivity again. After less than a minute, he groaned awake, coming to his senses. He turned and gave me a look of absolute worship. I almost blushed at such attentions, and instead settled for kissing him again. He kissed me back as fiercely as he could, but he was weak from the intensity of his climax.
When he could speak again, he nearly babbled. “Thank you, oh, thank you Kat. I don’t even know what to say, that was so… God that was unbelievable.”
“Don’t you mean Goddess?” I teased. We both laughed a bit. “Well, thank you, for agreeing to me play with you again. I look forward to more sessions like this.”
Ben hesitantly said, “So, ah, what sort of situation are we talking here? Are you going to undo your little block on me now?”
I pretended to give it some thought, but said, “Nah.”
His face fell. “Kat, come on. Seriously?”
“Yes,” I said. “You want to be my lover, than this,” I gave his now semi-hard penis a squeeze, “is mine. I don’t want you playing with it all willy nilly whenever you want.”
“I… well… do I get your pussy in return or something?”
I laughed at that. “Of course not!”
“That isn’t fair!”
I shrugged. “It’s not my fault you don’t have powers.” I lightly fiddled with my new play toy, feeling its well satisfied softness. Before Ben could protest again, I kissed him. “But tell you what, if you’re really going crazy, just give me a call, and maybe I’ll do something about it for you. After all, I’ll be expecting you to take good care of my new toy, and will I should show my appreciation.”
Ben seemed satisfied with this. “And what good is a toy if you don’t play with it, right?” he said. We chuckled, and he let out a long breath. “I don’t think I could handle anymore today, though. I think you’ve destroyed me for all other women.”
“Oh, please,” I said with a laugh. “You haven’t even seen me in full bitch mode yet.”
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