Jon finds himself pushed onto his back, looking up at a very dominant Karen. Her face is twisted in a mischievous smile, and contrary to her usual tomboyish appearance, her subtle femininity only serves to accent her new domineering role. She grabs hold of Jons wrists, and holds them against the mattress as she coos in delight. Jon can only serve to wiggle beneath her grasps, and much to his chagrin, her dominant personality sends a terribly wonderful shiver down his spine.
"K... Ka..." He tries to call out, but to no avail. Karen only smirks as she puts a finger to his chin, and grasps his gaze with her own. "I think the word you're looking for is mistress... Understand slave?"
Jon's cotton mouth goes dry, and he nods his head. "Y-yes mistress... Please mistress. I want to go back to how things were." He whispers out, barely above a peep.
She cocks her head. "Is that right? Because I don't think you do." She lies down on him, pressing her sizeable bust against his, and bringing their faces alluringly close. I think you just have to be shown how wonderful this life can be..." Her free hand snakes down beneath her legs, and Jon wonders for a moment what she intends to do until a subtle tug is felt down below at his little rose bud. A sudden "plop!" sends a shudder through his body and immediately his arousal begins to grow once again. She has the beads...
"But first things first, my little slut." Plop! blup! plop! three more beads are tugged out of his ass and immediately his member begins to press firmly against her belly. "I don't play with hairy little boys..." blop! plop! "So you're going to have to fix all of that tonight." bloop! blop! plop! Jon is practically writhing underneath her, and tears even begin to bead up in his eyes. Whether from desire, or distress, he can't really tell. "Otherwise, I take this home with me." With a final audible POP! the last and biggest bead comes free from his ass, sending a shuddering sensation across his body. He begins to grind against Karens torso, but is quickly met with a sharp slap to his face. "You will not cover this outfit in your disgusting fluids." She scowls at him. "Now, one more thing so that we can start this game... I wish you couldn't orgasm without this final bead in your ass, and every time you cum, all the other beads slip back in." She laughs with a deep and malicious mirth, intoxicated by the spirit of power just beyond her control. "Now, sweetie, unless you want me to go home with this..." She lets the sex toy dangle delicately from on finger. "You're going to make yourself a cute little girl for me, just like you always have and then we can have our fun."
Jons mind is in a haze, as he struggles beneath her weight. The desire, the arousal. It's as disorienting as being completely drunk... but he's not completely beyond control. He pants lustily as Karen stands back up, freeing him, and immediately begins to touch himself. One hand feverishly rubs his dick, the other gropes his flat chest, and he rubs his thighs together, anything to satiate that terrible, wonderful, desire. But to his tearful distress... Nothing brings him to climax. His rock hard member just wont finish. Karen merely giggles as she begins to spin the surprisingly clean toy around her finger.
"You know how to make it stop, slut, I suggest you start before I get bored and decide to leave."
His ministrations slow, and his hazy eyes come into focus on Karen. "H-how?"
She rolls her eyes. "First, you're going to shave that ugly hair off, then you're going to fix what you've done to your nails, Finally you're going to get dressed, and if and only if I'm satisfied, I'll let you touch yourself while you please me. Now Go!" She slaps him on the ass hard enough for a slap to fill the hall, and ushers him off to the bathroom, with her trailing behind, giggling the entire time.
