Personal Slut to Hypnotic Hell
*SNAP*
You're alert again. Kylie stands by the window, but she's changed into just a bra, panties, and a sheer men's shirt.
You're salivating uncontrollably, to the point that you're drooling onto yourself. You struggle against your bonds a little more, and realize that you're no longer tied up.
You wipe some of the saliva from your mouth and immediately start jerking your engorged, throbbing cock. Kylie laughs to herself.
"Keep >>STROKING<< it, baby. You won't be able to >>CUM<< unless I say the special command," the command? What was she talking about? " And you haven't *nearly* impressed me enough to let you release just yet. So keep >>STROKING<<. You'll just get >>HORNIER EVERY SECOND<< that you touch your cock."
She was right. But you couldn't stop. You try to remove your slobbery hand, desperately, as every passing stroke increases your frustration. You were dead wrong, a slight touch is way less than what you're doing now, but you just can't get off.
"What if I told you that the only way you'd get to >>CUM<< would be if you >>SUCKED<< Rick's >>COCK<<?"
Your knees suddenly buckle, and you fall to a kneeling position without the ability to stand. Your mouth opened up and you start salivating even more heavily than before. You're still fiercely stroking your dick with no relief whatsoever, and you shake your head "yes," even though you have no physical desire to suck cock, Rick's or otherwise!
Kylie just laughs, picks up her phone, and sends a text message to someone.
"Oh, baby, you look so pathetic. >>STOP<< stroking."
You immediately stop, just staring blankly at Kylie.
">>SLAVE<<, you'll do whatever I ask you to do if I let you >>CUM<<, won't you?"
Your hands rapidly grab each other by the wrists behind your back, and you nod your head with your open mouth while the drool falls onto your chest.