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Cum for Mistress

Dane slept for a long time that night. And through most of the following day as well. When he did finally wake up he felt… fine? He frowned. He was pretty certain he'd been hypnotised or brainwashed or something last night. It was a peculiar feeling though. He remembered with perfect clarity everything that happened. The first kiss, the… programming? He supposed that was the right word. Being fucked silly. He definitely remembered that. And somehow he was completely fine with it all. Perhaps that was a result of the programming too? Or maybe he was sort of okay with it? He shook his head. It was too confusing to think about, so he it was probably best he didn't.

A while later he was standing in the bathroom examining himself in the mirror. His dick had definitely gotten bigger. It wasn't huge, but it was without a doubt bigger than before. He was also somewhat concerned about his eyes. The irises had turned a deep, golden yellow colour. There also seemed to be some strange red colouration at the edges of his sclera. It didn't look like his eyes were bloodshot, and it was too deep and rich a red to be blood or anything like that. Could these be the changes Mistress had been talking about? It didn't concern him as much as it probably ought ought to? In fact, he found that if he thought about it for too long, his mind started to go blank and fuzzy. The only thing that was important was going about his life as normal. Until Mistress contacted him again, of course. And that's what he did.

The rest of the week was somewhat uneventful. Even thoughts of that night eventually faded to the back of his mind. For some reason Dane had expected everything to be different now. And yet here he was, going about his life as usual. Though “usual" wasn't quite right, actually. He would often have dreams of Her, where she held him and spoke to him in a voice like warm honey. He would also catch glimpses of her in reflections, despite there being no chance of her being there. It became… comforting. A strange knowledge that she was always with him. It was nice. Something else that was nice was that nobody seemed to be able to see his eyes. Or at least what his eyes had changed into. it was like they couldn't see them. As the days went by the redness creeped towards the edge of the iris. Until one day he looked in the mirror. His sclera had become completely red. But not a bright crimson, more a deep dark wine red.

It wasn't long after this when he received contact.

The train rumbled along, full of people returning from work. Dane sat at the end of the carriage leaning against the wall. He didn't look up when someone sat down next to him, although it was a little annoying that they sat so close.

"Well, you must be Dane." Said a voice.

Dane blinked, and looked over at the person who had just sat next to him. He was wearing a long coat, and a hat and a pair of sunglasses.

“Depends." Dane replied cautiously

“On?"

“Who wants to know?"

The man leaned forwards and raised a hand to his sunglasses. Dane could clearly see his smooth, pale blue skin.

“Your brother." The man said, lowering his glasses, showing off his red and gold eyes.

Dane felt a sudden surge of… excitement? Anticipation? It was a surge of something, that was for sure.

“Wha- how did you find me?"

“Oh please. Mistress could find you in a rainforest with her eyes closed. Don't be an idiot."

“Okay, that stings. You don't know me. I might just be a bit dim."

“Oh I see. Funny guy eh? Well. I'm the eldest. It's my job to keep the rest of you lot in line. And you're the youngest now, so don't you be gettin' lippy."

“I'm not… wait, how many of you are there?"

“Us."

“What?"

“How many of us. You're part o' the family now. Well, harem really but whatever. Anyway, you'll find out how many of us there are soon enough. I've been sent to give you this."

He handed Dane a flat, square wooden box. Dane opened it carefully and peeked inside. Nestled on a velvet cushion was a golden collar, backed with soft black leather.

“Tonight at midnight, slap that on and wait. You'll pro-obably want to wait on a bed. Or other flat surface really but yeah, whatever you prefer."

The man got up to leave, but Dane stopped him. He had... additional questions.

“Why can't anyone…" He began.

“See blue skin and red eyes?" The man said, cutting him off.

“Yeah."

“Number one question you boys always ask. Short answer? Dunno. 'Cept some of the cat people, most of the rest don't see stuff that ain't supposed to be there."

“Why the cats?"

“Somthin' somethin' mystical bollocks. I dunno. Look this is my stop. I look forwards to seein' more of you around!"

And he was gone. The train hadn't even stopped. Dane looked down at the box in his hands. He was - all of a sudden - very excited.

That night he sat on the bed in his apartment. He was practically shaking with anticipation as he sat cross legged on his bed. With only the bedside lamp for illumination, he opened the box. The collar gleamed in the warm light from the lamp. For most people, this would be the point where they might question if doing this was a good idea or not. Perhaps all the "what ifs" and the "buts" and the concerns would be surfacing. Dane did not and had not even considered anything of the sort. He knew he was going to put the collar on. Mistress had told him to. Well, not herself, but it was good enough! He glanced at the clock.

23:55

He picked up the collar and turned it over in his hands. It was lighter than he thought it would be. The box had felt quite heavy, but apparently most of that was the box itself. The leather was soft and cushioned, with the strangest looking grain Dane had ever seen. It had an opening but no visible clasp with which to close it. There were intricate patterns adorning the metal that shifted under his touch. He couldn't quite tell if they were supposed to be vines with leaves. Or flowers. Or thorns or feathers or even paisley. He tore his eyes from the collar and back at the clock.

23:59

He licked his lips in anticipation and placed the collar around his neck. It fit almost perfectly, it was the fact he couldn't close it that stopped it from being perfect. He sat, staring at the clock, counting down the seconds, idly fiddling with the collar. The sense of anticipation was almost crushing.

00:00

With a loud click, the collar snapped shut. Dane jumped, almost falling off the bed. He was suddenly bathed in a feeling of incredible warmth and relaxation. The collar felt snug and soft about his neck, not restrictive or uncomfortable in any way. It felt good to be wearing it, like he had been missing something from his life and only realised it now. He reached hand up and touched the metal. It felt warm and comforting. He leaned back on his bed and closed his eyes. It just felt good to wear it.

“It suits you."

There was no surprise here. He had been expecting something like this. He opened his eyes and saw his Mistress standing at the end of his bed. Her head almost brushed the ceiling as she smiled down at him. She had some pretty impressive fangs on display.

“Thank you, Mistress. I got it from some weirdo on the train." He replied with a cheeky smile.

“I'll tell him you said that. Now, undress."

Dane pulled off his clothes and dropped them off the side of the bed without a seconds thought. When he looked back, he realised Mistress was completely naked. Yet he was sure she had appeared in silks a second ago. Her skin gleamed in the mellow light of the bedside light. She placed one knee on the bed and leaned forwards, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him down onto his back. She lowered herself down on top of him, half lying on him, and half on the bed. He gasped, his cock immediately rock hard. She slid one hand under him, around his chest and pulled him close to her. Her breasts pressed into his shoulders and she nuzzled and kissed his neck. He shivered and sighed at her touch. With a fluid movement she shifted her leg over his and pulled it back. Spreading his legs apart, exposing his very rigid erection. Like this she had completely immobilised him. He couldn't move now even if he wanted to. With her free hand she reached over and took a slight hold of his cock, applying gentle pressure, but no movement. He could feel himself pulsating in her hand. Only his Mistress could make him feel this good with a simple touch. Her body was so warm and soft, pressing against his, eclipsing his, dominating his. She reached up with the arm around his chest and nudged his chin upwards. He turned his head and looked at her. She opened her mouth and her long tongue slid out. Pushing into his mouth, it wound around his tongue and pulled them together. When their lips met it was like electric fire coursed through his veins. He trembled against her, body shivering with lust and arousal.

Her kiss was wet, warm, and so amazing. There was nothing Dane could do, except lie in her grasp and take it. He felt if she expected more of him, she would make it known. As it was, she seemed content to mouth fuck him with her tongue. And that really was the right phrase to use. It squirmed in his mouth, squeezing and relaxing around his own tongue. Slipping around and channeling saliva from her mouth to his. It was slimy and tingly and felt so good as it slid down his throat. The kiss became wetter and wetter as more saliva broke the seal and dribbled down their chins. He could feel wet warmth running down his shaft. He presumed he was soaking himself and her fingers with his pre-cum. Pulling back, she let her tongue linger in his mouth before speaking again.

“Tonight, you will worship me fully. You will taste all I have to offer. You will know why I am your goddess as you bathe in my warmth. I will soak you in my scent and make you mine in all the ways there are. You will see how completely I own you, and you will love me for it."

“Sounds like a plan." He said, coyly.

She laughed. A genuine laugh that sounded like the sweetest music. Dane felt a surge of accomplishment at this.

“Mmm, so brash. I like it. Floki was right about you."

She let go of his cock and licked the pre-cum off her hand, tongue sliding between her fingers.

“So ripe and ready too. Tonight, you may cum whenever you need to. And you need to cum a lot, don't you."

His mind was suddenly filled with fuzz. All thoughts had vanished except for those two suggestions. They settled into place in his subconscious, and then... everything came flooding back, like regaining hearing after a loud noise. But as his thoughts filled his mind back up, there was now a new, overpowering desire. Of course he needed to cum lots. He had to cum lots! It was just something he needed to do.

“First, I wish to have a proper taste of my new boy."

She rolled him over onto his front and pulled his hips back so he was up on his hands and knees. She lowered herself down so her mouth brushed against his sphincter. She breathed slowly over his balls and ass, making his cock twitch. Before burying her face between his cheeks. The feeling of her hot wet tongue pressing against his ass was wonderful. He arched his back, pushing himself against her mouth.

“Ahhnn…Mistress!" He moaned.

She reached between his legs and gripped his cock, stroking it with firm, downward motions. His hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting into her hand. He squirmed on the bed, not sure if he was trying to get away from her hand and tongue, or push himself deeper into both. She made that decision for him, when her tongue slipped easily into his ass.

“Hah! Ah! Mistress!" He gasped. The feeling of her hot, soft, slimy tongue inside him was completely different to her cock. It writhed around inside him. Pressing against his prostate and coating his insides with her strange purple saliva. The tingling sensation from whatever drug it contained, spread through the lower half of his body, making his legs shake. She squeezed his cock, forcing strings of pre-cum to ooze onto the bed. She pulled back slightly, letting out a breathy sigh. With a wet slurp, she pulled her tongue out of his ass and licked her lips. Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts. It also dribbled from Danes ass onto his balls. He slumped onto the bed and rolled over to look at her.

“Mm. Delicious. What a wonderfully sinful taste."

She crawled over him and looked down, straddling his body with her arms and legs. Like a cat looking down at a mouse.

“Now the worship begins."

She stood up on the bed, stepping forwards so her feet were next to his shoulders. He looked up and saw her glistening, dripping…pussy?

“I thought you had-" He began, but she cut him off.

“Do you really think the queen of lust and pleasure would be bound to one set of genitals? That would be ever so dull. Now get on your knees beneath me."

Dane did as she commanded. She lifted her legs over his shoulders and rested her weight on him. She was surprisingly light for her size. He looked up at her (now much closer) pussy. Thick droplets of her juices dripped onto his face. The scent that drifted down from it was intense and musky. Like a sweet incense. It made him a little light headed. It was almost as if everything produced by her body was some kind of drug. She bent her knees and lowered herself down, until her wet folds pressed against his nose. The scent was overpowering now. She finally put all her weight on him, and sank his face into her pussy, grabbing his head for support.

“Mmm! Oh yes! Eat me like a good little boy slut."

Her sudden cry was surprising, but Dane did as he was told. He was a good little boy slut, after all. Her juices coated his face and filled his mouth as his lapped at her. Pressing his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could. He had to swallow gooey mouthfuls of her juices, she was making so much. It tasted spiced and slightly sweet, like cinnamon or cloves. He felt something wind around his neck, and realised she was coiling him up with her tail. It slid twice around his neck, before spiralling around his shoulders and chest. It wound around his torso, trapping his arms by his sides, until it reached is cock. It curled completely around his shaft, encasing it in soft blue coils. It began to squeeze in a milking motion from the base to the tip. Dane moaned into her pussy, making her gasp and grip his head tighter. Her pussy was soft, hot and felt so good pressing against him. Her juices ran down his face and neck, soaking his skin, turning it a pale shade of blue where it touched. the effect was like ink drops on wet blotting paper. Not that he could see any of it, of course. Her legs trembled against his back. She leaned forwards, rotating her hips downwards so her clit slipped between his lips.

Dane wasted no time in taking it into his mouth and suckling on it. Her grip suddenly tightened around him and he gasped in surprise.

“Keep sucking!"

It was more a hissed order than a request. By the time the emptiness faded and his thoughts returned, Dane realised he was already suckling on her dark blue pearl. It was still a strange experience, mind going completely blank whenever she spoke. Nothing there except her words. But it made him feel so good! Speaking of feeling good, he could feel his orgasm building much faster than he had any control over. The warmth of her juices, the feeling of her flesh against him, the squeezing and the stroking… It was too much. He huffed and moaned against her skin, still suckling on her clit. She hadn't said he could stop yet, after all. He felt tightness spreading through his legs and crotch. His breath caught in his chest and he gasped and choked on her flesh as he orgasmed. Thick spurts of cum oozed from his cock, coating her tail, slipping through the gaps and soaking his own skin. She kept squeezing, her tail squelching against his member with the lewdest sounds. There was definitely more than before. He shuddered beneath her as more spilled out of him. It wasn't spurting anymore. But with each twitch and contraction a thick stream spilled down his shaft and over her tail. She laughed and squeezed his cock hard with her tail.

“Poor boy... Mistress will really have to teach you to hold on longer."

Dane couldn't see it, but a huge, wicked and toothy grin was plastered across her face. Her yellow eyes glowed in the dim light and her chin and chest were soaked in her slippery purple saliva. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she rode him. Oh it was nice to have someone new suck her off. A new mouth and tongue to explore. She shuddered and gasped, squeezing her toy between her thighs. Oh she could just fuck him for days! She grinned to herself and reached up with one hand, groping her voluptuous breasts. She pinched a nipple and gasped at the little electric bolt that shot through her. She bit her lip and pushed her hips forwards. He gagged between her legs and she smiled. It was always amazing to dominate her boys like this, and she was going to thoroughly soak this one. The heat and the pulsating pleasure was building inside her. Her thighs began to quiver. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her forehead (though it was purple and most likely had no role in cooling her down). The sweeping dizzyness swept over her and she clutched at him as her orgasm flooded her. Her cum gushed from her, thick and gooey. It felt so good she cried out, pushing her hips forwards even more. This caused their whole messy tangle to tip over. Dane fell backwards onto the bed, Mistress on top of him. Her body shook with powerful convulsions as the rolling waves of orgasm crashed through her. Dane spluttered beneath her, her cum filling his mouth. He tried to swallow it and suck on her at the same time but only succeeded in choking.

“Ah! Oh Goddess! Stop, stop!"

Dane stopped suckling on her pearl.

Silence, save for heavy breathing. She slowly and deliberately uncurled her tail from around his cock. She unwound the sticky mess that was his body, but kept her crotch purposely pressed into his face. She finally released his neck and rolled off him. Dane inhaled sharply and started coughing, able to breathe again. He lay there, so out of breath he was wheezing. His head and shoulders were utterly drenched. He had drunk so much of her cum he was actually feeling a little bit full. She pushed herself up on shaking arms, hair falling over her face. He turned his head to watch her. He saw her raise her tail up, the final foot or so was covered in his cum. He watched it disappear behind the curtain of her hair, and heard her sucking on it. His dick was immediately hard again. She let her tail pop out of her mouth with yet another obscene slurp. She let out a slow, heavy breath, and turned to look at him. Her smiling, drool covered lips sent shockwaves through his body. She looked predatory. Black hair tousled and plastered across her forehead. Her own saliva dripping off her chin and onto her breasts. She turned towards him and crawled up to him. Her hand gripped him by the throat and she kissed him passionately on the lips. Everything went white for Dane. HIs monstrous Mistress wiped out his mind with a simple kiss. She broke the kiss with a noise somewhere between a growl and a purr.

“Time to get dirty."

Her hiss made him shiver with anticipation. She stood over him, looking down and grinning. She let out a sigh, and a hot stream of liquid issued from her vagina. It splashed over him, filling his nose with her scent, though it was magnified many times. He arched his back and moaned. The liquid was purple, like her saliva and made his body tingle in the same way. It definitely wasn't urine, THAT was for sure. It felt so good as it washed over him, running down his chest and crotch, splashing over his legs and feet. His entire body was utterly bathed in her fluids. The hot stream slowly stopped, and when it finally did she squatted down over him. She grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him up towards her. She buried her nose in his neck and took a deep, long sniff.

“Ahhh… so much better! My scent suits you much more than that stale, human musk."

She let go of his head and he caught himself. Looking down he saw that all the liquid was gone. He also saw his skin had changed to the same pale blue as hers. He looked over to his mirror and saw he had completely changed. His skin was smooth and blue, his hair had turned jet black. His features had changed too, becoming more... reptilian? Snake like? He was still him, but there was definitely something different. His eyes met hers in the mirror. She was watching him intently. He turned back to face her. She leaned in close, still grinning and predatory.

“Blue is definitely your colour, boy."

“T-thank you, Mistress."

“Mmm, yesss… cum for me, boy."

Danes head snapped back, his body arched under her and cum oozed from his cock. Not shot out like a normal orgasm, but a thick, heavy river of white. He shuddered and groaned, writhing on the bed under her.

“Do you love that? The control I have over you, boy? Cum for me!"

Dane cried out as he came again. No stimulation, no build up. Just the hypnotic power of her voice and her brainwashing. Crotch soaked with his own cum, hot rivers running down his balls and between his buttocks.

“You are mine! Always and Forever. You are my toy, my plaything, my slave. I told you I would show how much power I have over you, my little demon fucktoy. Cum for me!"

“Haaaah! Aaah! Mistress!" Dane cried out, cum oozing from his cock in a steady stream “I'm yours! I'm yours! Please! Ah!"

She growled with pleasure and delight, her pussy already dripping again. She traced a finger down his body to his groin. Sliding backwards on the bed she lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth. With a wet and sloppy slurp, she started sucking up his cum. Drinking down the thick puddles of goo. He writhed under her, assaulted by yet more pleasure. She pulled back, a low growl rumbling in her chest.

“You taste delicious, boy. Your brothers will just love you."

Dane could guess at this point what she meant by that. She crawled back over him, turning around so her back was to him. She looked over her shoulder, hair draped down her back and over her shoulders. Her eyes glimmered through the strands. Dane looked up at her, then down the curve of her back to her ass. She scooted it back so the soft flesh of her cheeks touched his chin. Without another word, she slid her ass over his face. Her blue sphincter met his mouth, and he tasted her soft skin. She moaned and held her breasts, tweaking and squeezing her nipples. Her curvy, soft butt smothered him. He licked at her ass and breathed in her syrupy, heady scent. Every time he breathed out, it came out as a moan. It was really getting hard to think now. This wasn't even a trance. It felt like his sanity was being eroded by the relentless assault of pleasure. All that mattered was the pleasure. More pleasure. He had to cum for her. Cum more and more. He grabbed her by the ass and pushed his face into it, kissing and sucking at her skin. She purred, sliding a hand down to her pussy, slipping slick fingers inside. Dane shuddered and twitched. His cock throbbed all by itself. Again, no touch or stimulation necessary. He grunted and squirmed, the luscious taste of her ass on his tongue. Her body was one big, blue pleasure factory, and he had been ensnared by it. He gasped and cried out as he came again, more cum oozing out of his cock like a thick river. She leaned down and sucked it all up as it flowed out, swallowing it greedily.

“Such full balls! You cum more than my other toys. How exquisite!"

He shuddered under her and let out a whine, his ability to speak stolen away by her glorious ass. She laughed and turned around, trailing his saliva from her buttocks. She positioned her hips over his crotch, and spread the lips of her pussy. Thick strings of her juices dripped down onto his crotch. She lowered herself just enough for the tip of his cock to touch her outer lips.

“If you were still human, this would kill you."

She sank herself down onto his cock. The feeling was indescribable. It was wet and slimy and hot and throbbing and tight and soft and oh sooo good! There was no resisting at all now. Dane came again, his cum filling her pussy. She chuckled, wrapping her arms around him, hugging him tight to her chest. She hooked her legs under him, completely covering his body with hers. Complete and total domination. She ran her tongue down his cheek, before biting down on his neck and holding. Dane howled. An inhuman, strangled, pleasure wracked howl. More of his seed filling her pussy. She squeezed down on him and bit harder. Dane came again. And again and again. She was milking him for all he was worth. His cum seeped out of her, mixing with her own juices.

“Cum for me, boy. Cum for your Mistress. Give everything to me. Cum, boy. Cum for me!"

And that was the last thing Dane heard before he sank away into white nothingness, her voice echoing inside his empty head. He pumped stream after stream of his hot, thick semen into her. There was nothing else left for him to do. Nothing except cum for his mistress.

When he awoke, he was still in his room. The powerful stench of sex and cum was everywhere. He felt warm and comfortable. All of their fluids had gone, and he lay, nestled on her lap as she sat cross legged on the bed. She cradled his body with one arm, the other resting loosely over his hips. His legs rested in the cradle made by her legs. She was breathing softly, her eyes closed. She was hunched over his body, her hair caressing him. It felt so soft and smooth. Her eyes slowly opened and she gazed down at him. He felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and love swell inside him. He opened his mouth but she placed a soft finger on his lips. She was back to her gentle, graceful self. Perhaps even more so. She seemed more motherly now. This was reinforced when she took one of her breasts, and placed her nipple on his lips. Dane started sucking without thinking. She sighed and stroked his hair. Her milk was creamy and rich. It was the most delicious thing Dane had ever tasted. His eyelids flickered as the warmth from her milk soothed his mind and body. It was like everything produced by her body. Designed to entrance and arouse. Addictive and all consuming. Always and Forever.

“Aftercare is so important, my sweet. Drink as much as you like."

Her voice was so calm and soothing. The rolling waves of bliss subdued him and enveloped him. She reached between his legs and took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly and gently. He gulped and exhaled through his nose at her touch, but he didn't move. He couldn't move. He could only lie in her warmth and drink from her breast.

“Good boy. Good little toy. Drink and submit. No more thoughts. No more struggling. Drink and rest. Drink and submit… and cum."

Dane gasped, thick cream running down his chin as he came a final time, squirting between her fingers as she stroked him. It was so soft and gentle. Completely different from before. She raised her hand and licked it, savouring his semen. Dane looked up at her through half lidded eyes, before falling deep down into a milk drugged, hypnotic sleep. Mistress looked at him for a while, before she reached down and gripped his wrists. She held him for a few seconds, and then let go. Small wisps of smoke emanated from her hands. On the underside of each wrist, Dane now bore a small golden symbol. A snake twisted around an elegant, clawed hand...

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