“fuck, it’s been a long day,” you say, collapsing onto the couch.
“aw,” Jase says, putting his arm around your shoulders. “everything okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” you say with a sigh. “just. too much going on right now.” you turn your head slightly to look at him. he’s smiling fondly down at you; you smile back. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he says, pulling you closer to him.
the two of you sit in companionable silence for a few minutes, then you say, “actually...”
“yeah?”
“there is one way you could help.” you pull away and grin at him. he waits patiently, his face placid, for you to say it, although you’re sure he already knows where this is going. “make me mindless for you for a bit. use me. if you’re up for it.”
“you know I always am,” he says, breaking into a grin. his right hand moves to his crotch to grab his conspicuous bulge. “anything special you have in mind, or any limits for today?”
you shake your head. “no. I just don’t want to have to think at all for a while.”
“I can work with that,” he says. “are you ready, then?”
“let me just run to the bathroom,” you say, aware suddenly that you do need to piss.
“sure. no rush.” he smiles at you, and you lean over and kiss him before standing up from the couch.
“I love you,” you say again. “thank you.”
“love you, too.”
you take a few minutes to get yourself ready for whatever Jase comes up with, then come back out into the living room. while you were in the bathroom Jase took his pants off; they’re now lying on the floor next to his feet, and he’s idly stroking his cock through the fabric of his boxers.
“hey,” he says, in the lower voice he uses for sex stuff.
“hey,” you answer. “need a hand with that?”
“oh, more than a hand,” he says. “you ready?”
“yes,” you say. you take a deep breath, then exhale. Jase stands up and catches your eyes with his. he snaps his fingers and says, in the same deep, soothing, confident voice, “empty.”
and, abruptly you are. your mind is suddenly, blissfully, blank — no thoughts, no name, no you. just a body, waiting to be told what to do.
“Dan?” your body recognizes the voice but doesn’t respond. Jase looks at you intently — the way, you’ll recognize later, he always does after he puts you under, checking whether you’re really gone. (you’d think after having done this so many times he’d trust the strength of his own posthypnotic trigger, but apparently not.) after a moment, just to be sure, he asks, “anyone home in there?”
still your body says nothing. you just stare placidly back at him. he laughs and shakes his head.
“I guess that’s that.” he sits back down on the couch, legs spread wide. “get on your knees, right here between my legs.”
your body does as instructed, settling between his legs and looking up at him, waiting for his next command.
“good boy,” he says, smiling.
“thank you, sir,” you say — or your body says — automatically. he reaches out to ruffle your hair, and your eyes drift happily closed as your body leans into his touch.
“here,” he says, patting his thigh. “just rest your head there for a while.”
“yes, sir.” obediently, your body leans against him, and he runs his hand through your hair again, making your eyes drift closed as raw pleasure runs through you; even when you’re present in your body his touch still drives you wild, partly just because you love him and partly because of some judicious hypnotic support, because you both thought it would be hot if you could cum without touching yourself, just from his touch. you still haven’t quite managed it, but you think you’re getting closer.
he leaves you like that for a while, your body utterly relaxed as it rests both its head and in fact its whole torso against him. eventually, though, he says, “feeling a little better, boy?”
“yes, sir,” your body says, and when your mind is back you’ll recognize that it was true. he always knows just what you need.
“good.” he gives your head one last scritch, then gently pushes you away. your body sits back on its heels, gazing happily up at him as he stands up and tugs his boxers down. his cock is sticking out in front of him, not yet fully hard but definitely on its way there. “now, sit up and open your mouth, boy. it’s time for dinner.”
your mouth drops open and your body lifts itself up a bit until he’s able to slide his cock directly into your mouth, his hand on the back of your head pulling you firmly towards him until his cock is tickling the back of your throat. it throbs a few times, getting harder by the second, pushing further and further in. your nose is pressed into his stomach.
“that’s a good boy,” he says. “swallow my cock.” and your body does, as always, exactly what it’s told, swallowing frantically around him as his hand on the back of your head holds you down, pulls you closer. “fuck. that feels amazing. your throat’s amazing, boy.”
(you’ll thank him for the compliment later, as always, when he puts you back.)
he lets you go, and your body breathes, and then he grabs your head again and starts to fuck your throat in earnest. your body submits, easily and enthusiastically, in a way you wouldn’t have thought was possible if you couldn’t remember exactly what it felt like after he brings you back to yourself. your throat relaxes and his cock slides all the way into you, then pulls back, then pushes in again, just as far. then again.
“fu-u-uck,” he growls. “good fucking boy, that’s right, take my cock.” he continues for a little longer, then, abruptly, stops, pulling away and leaving your body once again staring placidly up at him, half-smiling. he looks down at you — thoughtfully, it will strike you later — and then he says, “come to the bedroom.”
“yes, sir.”
obediently, your body stands and follows him into your bedroom. he rummages through stuff on the bedside table, and if you were present you would know he’s looking for lube and a condom. as it is, your body stands, ready and waiting, its cock hard but untouched. he spreads a towel out on the bed.
“get up on the bed, boy, on all fours, over the towel,” he says. “legs open so I’ve got room.”
“yes, sir.” your body arranges itself as instructed, and he clambers up behind you, arranging himself behind you. there’s the sound of the condom wrapper tearing, then — after a pause — the sound of the lube bottle opening. the slick sound of him spreading the lube over his cock. then the feeling of his fingers — cold, but your body is unperturbed — circling your hole, getting you wet.
“relax for me, boy,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“yes, sir,” you say, and your body lowers its head to the bed, taking a deep breath as he pushes into you. if you were conscious, this would require some adjustment: you’d need to breathe, relax, get used to the stretch of him. as it is, your body ignores the discomfort, other than your cock softening a bit.
“I’ll start slow,” he says. together you’ve learned that this is helpful — even if your body doesn’t respond to the discomfort (or pain) while you’re absent, it still has an effect, and you’ll feel better after you come back if he takes his time.
he does as he says, then, even though it’s not as if your body would react any differently if he went straight to pounding your ass. he pushes, first, all the way into you, his balls resting against you. his cock throbs and he lets out a grunt of satisfaction. then he pulls back, almost but not quite all the way out, then thrusts in again. already, you’ll realize later, his impatience is getting the better of him: he wants to fuck you hard, wants to use you, the way your conscious mind can never quite get comfortable with, however much you want to.
it isn’t long, then, before he abandons all pretense of taking things slow: he’s fucking you hard, his body bent slightly over yours, his hands at your waist holding you — unnecessarily — in place as he thrusts into you, his balls slapping against you now with each thrust. he’s groaning, grunting, noises that will make you cum, later, when you remember them with your conscious mind. finally, with, with a long, low, “fu-u-u-uck” he pushes deep into you, his cock throbbing as he cums. he collapses on top of you, breathing hard; your body just holds it’s position, your arms supporting both your weight.
when he’s recovered a little, he presses a kiss against the back of your neck, says, “good boy,” (“thank you, sir!” your body responds automatically) and pulls out of you. your body stays still on the bed, its cock hard and dripping a bit of precum onto the towel. “wait right there, boy,” he says. “and stay hard.”
your body obeys. when he’s cleaned himself up and tossed the condom in the trash, he comes back to the bed, ducking his head to check that you’re still hard.
“good boy. now,” he says, positioning himself in front of you, standing on the bed, “get up on your knees and open your mouth. I want to try something.”
you obey, still thoughtless, and his cock, softening but still partly hard, slips between your lips.
“I’m going to fuck your face for a while,” he says, “and while I do you’re going to touch yourself. I want you to cum for me. tap my leg when you’re about to.”
this is new, although your body responds to the command the same way it would anything else: it holds your head steady so he can fuck your face, and then it reaches down to wrap your hand around your cock and begin stroking it. it’s twitching already: if you were able to think about this, you’d know that it won’t be long.
sure enough, it’s only another minute or so before your body is tensing as your orgasm builds; your body reaches up and taps his thigh twice, and Jase — his cock now fully hard again — quickly takes one of his hands away from your head, the other sliding around to the back of your head to keep holding you down, and snaps his fingers.
“wake!”
and you do, conscious thought rushing back just in time for your orgasm to crash over you like a tidal wave as you cover the towel under you — and, you realize when you’re cleaning up, Jase’s right ankle — with cum, gagging around Jase’s cock as you do. the feeling is overwhelming. it’s amazing.
recognizing that you’re more or less done cumming, Jase pulls back and lowers himself down till you’re face to face. he’s grinning; you’re staring at him in awe.
“how was that?” he asks.
“holy shit,” you say. “I don’t have the words for it. I love you so much. you know that, right?”
“I love you, too,” he says, and kisses you. “I hope you’re feeling a bit more relaxed now.”
“much,” you say. “thank you.”
“any time,” he says. “now let’s cuddle for a bit and then I’ll make us some dinner.”
“sounds good to me.” you lie down and he curls up behind you, his arms wrapped around you, keeping you both warm and safe. “fuck, I really needed that. I hope it was good for you, too.”
“it was amazing,” he says, kissing your shoulder and then the back of your neck. “you know I love being able to let loose on you.”
“I do know,” you say, “and god damn, it is hot when you do.”
“I know,” he agrees, smugly, and you laugh.
