“Don’t fight it. You know you want to do it. Go on, take off just your sweater and see how good it feels to obey.” I told her. A tear trickled down her cheek, but she didn’t move or make for the door. She just stood there at war with her own traitorous mind. “Don’t torture yourself Shannon, just give in and feel the joy of obeying me.” Her hands actually shook at her sides for a moment, and a second fat droplet left a wet trail down her face. And Shannon gave a little gasp and reached for the bottom of her sweater. I felt my sex grow hotter and wetter on its own as I watched my roommate pull her sweater up and over her large bosom. Then the sweater was up over her head and Shannon was throwing it down to the floor. I quickly pushed my advantage. “That’s it Shannon. Feel the feeling that only obeying me can give you. Get the rest of those clothes off right now!” I ordered her. Shannon didn’t hesitate, she began to pull of her clothing as quickly as she could and I loved watching her succumb to my dominance. “Faster! Take it all off. Even the underwear. Now! Do it!” I demanded as she rushed to obey. In moments Shannon stood naked in front of the pile of her clothing, a huge grin on her face. “I do feel better.” Shannon told me. “Of course you do. My control is the path to happiness. Now play with your nipples. Do it!” I insisted. Shannon was happy now, and her resistance was apparently gone with her unhappiness. She took her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and tweaked them for me, smiling the whole time. “Feels good to obey, doesn’t it?” “Yes.” She said with a dopey sigh, her hands still twisting and pulling at her nipples as she said it. I pulled myself up off my bed and stood for the first time as Shannon played with her boobs. Stretching I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear at the sight of my naked roommate. She began to stop playing with her tits so I gave her a stern look. “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop until I tell you to!” I demanded, jabbing my index finger towards her as I said it. Our room was pretty small, now I was standing only five feet from Shannon’s sexy naked body. The ideas racing through my head were each successively kinkier than the last. Shannon was sliding down the slippery slope to slavery before my very eyes, and I planned to push her ass down it as fast as I could. I let her twist her own nips for another thirty seconds before I began. “Bring my chair over her–I want to sit down.” She grabbed my desk chair and picked it up. Her big jugs jiggled around as she brought the chair to where I pointed, and for a moment she was standing so close to me I could barely take it. Making her prance around naked, making her obey me was getting me hot. I sat down in the chair and pointed for her to move back to where she had been. “Go over there and get down on your knees Shannon.” She knelt down on all fours and it made her chest look even bigger as her large boobs now dangled heavily in front of her. I pointed down to the floor in front of me as I stared into her happy eyes. “Crawl. Crawl on your hands and knees. Do it! Crawl over here and kiss my feet. That’s a good girl Shannon. Feel how good it is to obey. Crawl for me!” I urged her as she slowly crawled towards me. Shannon reached the spot I’d pointed to, the floor between my slightly spread feet, and then she began kissing the top of first one and then the other foot. “Good girl. Now kiss your way up my legs. Do it.” Shannon’s head shook a little as she began to do it, began kissing her way up my legs. I thought for a moment that she was starting to resist, but then she was doing it and loving it. She continued to kiss my calves, and then my knees, and I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she began to slow again. I had to start giving her more orders, smaller ones, more frequently. That way she’d have more sensations of rewarding happiness. I pointed to the inside of my knee. “Kiss me here.” I pointed a little higher up the inside of my thigh. “Now kiss me here. And here. Kiss me right here.” I ordered, pulling her kissing lips deeper and deeper into the ‘V’ of my open thighs with each kiss. The farther Shannon’s feathery soft kisses moved up my thighs the hotter I got. My pussy tingled with twisted desire as I slowly brought my roommate’s mouth where I so desperately desired it. I spread my legs even farther to accommodate her head as I pointed to the last bit of my thigh before my panty covered mound. She kissed my there, at the crease between my thigh and crotch, and I swear I nearly came right then. She was so close that I could feel her warm breath on my crotch. “And here.” I said, and my voice quavering as I pointed to my mound. “Oh . . . I . . .” Shannon said, her voice a surprise to my ears. She paused there, staring at the crotch of my panties, unmoving. “Do it.” I tried, more desperate than ever to feel her lips there. “ . . . but . . . I . . .” She muttered softly. I couldn’t take it anymore, it was killing me. I grabbed her head in my hands and pulled it forward as I gave her the order once more. “Kiss me Shannon.” “ . . . oh Gwen . . . I . . . mmmmpppph.” Shannon’s stilted muttering was cut off abruptly as I pulled her nose and mouth into my panties. “Kiss my pussy.” I ordered again, stronger now. I felt Shannon bring her lips together and push them against me, and I could almost feel the wet stain on the close separating us grow larger as she did it. I resisted the urge to pull my panties aside right then and demand she eat me. Small orders. Lot’s of small orders, I thought to myself through the haze of arousal that threatened to shut off my brain completely. Still guiding her head with my hands I moved her face lower and pressed her nose into the moist cloth covering my sodden cunt. “Smell it. Take a deep breath. Feel how happy you are doing what I say. Sniff it, sniff my pussy.” Shannon took her orders and performed them with energy and gusto. I heard and felt it as her nose pulled air through the wet cotton of my panties. It was so perverse, so wonderfully perverse. I loved every second of it. This was something the normal Shannon wouldn’t just refuse to do–she’d hate it. And every sign showed that now not only didn’t she hate what I was doing to her, but in fact she loved it. My evil plan was working out exactly as I’d desired. “Do you like that smell Shannon? I bet you do. I bet just sniffing it is making you feel all warm and happy inside. Isn’t that so?” When Shannon stopped sniffing my crotch long enough to meekly nod her head “yes”, a smile I’d manufactured was spread across her face. It didn’t matter what I told her to do, she was in so deep now that the reward of obedience was beyond her ability to resist. I could do anything, and I knew it. And the power I felt then was beyond my ability to resist. “Say it out loud. Tell me you love smelling it.” “I love smelling it.” Shannon fairly beamed now. The smile on her face was beginning to seem omnipresent. “Tell me it smells good.” “It smells good.” “Sniff it again.” She jammed her own nose into my crotch this time, buried it right there where I wanted it. God it felt so good, I couldn’t resist any longer. My pussy throbbed with need, the pressure of the top of her nose against my clit sending an electric tingle throughout my whole body. “Let me help you. Let me rub your face in it.” I told her as I grasped her head in my hands once more. I pulled her face in hard against me and the sensation of my swollen clit was intensely arousing. Using my hands I tugged her face into my pussy, and then again. “Sniff it. Sniffy my pussy Shannon.” I ordered as I pulled her against me again. Each time her nose mashed into my pussy it rubbed my clit again. I began doing it harder and harder. I was moaning then, totally controlled by the sensations filling my body. I couldn’t stop, I just kept jamming her face against me again and again. “That’s a good girl Shannon. Just sniff it while I . . . OH! . . . sniff it while I fuck your face! Oh god yes . . . sniff that pussy . . . Oh yes!” My dream of having her lick me down there was going to have to wait. I was on the verge and had no intention of stopping then. My perverse lust controlled me just as surely as my hypnotic programming controlled her as I rammed her face harder and harder into my crotch. “Oh yes, oh my god yes. You’re my slave now Shannon. You’re my little fucking toy that . . . OH! . . . I can do whatever I want with you! Oh my god . . . get your nose in there . . . Oh yes . . . sniff that fucking pussy! Slave! Oh yes! Yes! YES!!!” I cried out as I climaxed right then. My hands pulled her face against me so hard then I must have nearly pulled her head right off. Quivering and shaking I rode the glorious wave of pleasure as the orgasm swept through me. Involuntarily my thighs clamped tight around Shannon’s face as I twitched and shivered with the incredible sensation’s power. It felt so good–too good. It was too much for me to take. I was panting and quivering and sweating in my chair, my legs convulsively squeezing at Shannon’s trapped face. “Oh my fucking god.” I gasped finally as I released my death grip on her head and pushed her away. I was still light-headed from what I’d just done. I’d never even been with a woman before, much less with my own hypnotically mesmerized lesbian slavegirl. But as wonderful as I felt I didn’t want to give Shannon a chance to recover either. With every time she accepted my commands she was falling deeper under my power and I had no intention of letting up. My pussy still throbbed with an almost painful heat and my panties were a sloppy mess. There was a huge wet stain where Shannon’s nose had jammed them right up into my sex. I looked down at her kneeling there with a face damp with her sweat and my wetness, and wicked, perverse ideas began blossoming in my mind. “You’ve made a mess of my panties Shannon. They’re all wet and slimy. Take them off of me.” I demanded, and then I stood up over her. Shannon’s hands reached out without any further suggestion on my part and carefully grasped the waistband of my underwear. She slid them down over my hips and I stepped out of them as she gently moved them from around my foot. Even that, the act of stripping me of my wet panties, made her smile then. “Good girl Shannon. I know it makes you happy to do what I tell you.” I said, giving her a pat on the head as I sat back down in my chair with only the t-shirt covering me. “Now hold up my panties and look at the inside. See that big wet spot? I want you to show me how much you love my pussy by rubbing that spot all over your face. Do it, smear my pussy juice all over your face.” I demanded, reveling in the perverse power I held. Shannon turned the soiled cloth inside out, and while I watched she began to rub her own face in the wetness there. “That’s a good slave girl. Tell me you love my pussy while you do it. And don’t just rub in on your face, rub it all over yourself–I want your whole body to smell like my pussy!” The depth of my own depravity surprised even me. “I love your pussy Gwen. I love it. I love your pussy.” She told me as she wiped the wet cloth down her face and onto her big tits. “Don’t stop, keep saying it while you apply my perfume.” I told her and she did. “I love your pussy. I love your pussy. I love your pussy.” She repeated it a little faster and stronger each time as she continued to bath herself in my secretions. “That’s it, keep going. Faster! Say it faster! Keep saying it!” “I love your pussy. I love your pussy. I love your pussy! I love your pussy! I love your Pussy!I love your Pussy!Iloveyourpussy!Iloveyourpussy!Iloveyourpussy!” She chanted as she continued to rub my dirty panties all over her beautiful young body. No matter what awful thing I did to her she just seemed to love it more and more. It was wonderful. “Good girl. Good little slave girl. Now smell my panties.” I ordered and she held the bit of cloth back up to her nose and took a deep breath. “You feel great don’t you? You love smelling my stinky panties! It makes you feel great! Now suck on them, suck my delicious female flavor from them.” She soon had my underwear in her mouth and it gave me another idea. “Get down on your hands and knees and act like a dog. Keep my panties in your mouth and be a puppy for me. That’s it Shannon, good doggie.” I told her as she got down on her knees with my panties dangling from her mouth. “Wag your tail. Wag it for me. Come over here and drop my smelly panties.” She dropped them at my feet, looking like nothing so much as a happy puppy. I grabbed them and wadded them into a crinkly ball in my hand. “Fetch doggie!” I shouted and I threw my underwear across the room. Awkwardly Shannon rushed to crawl over to my underwear and pick them up with her mouth. Her round bottom wiggled as she crouched down to grasp them, and then her big boobs jiggled in front of her as she quickly crawled back and dropped the panties at my feet again exactly as a dog might. “Good doggie. Fetch!” I threw the cloth across the room again. By the time she was back again I was laughing out loud. I couldn’t help myself–she just looked so funny acting that way. I made her do it three more times before I got bored and decided on a new game. “Good doggie. Now get up and act like my normal slave girl again. I want you to get dressed in something nice, something conservative and professional looking. Wear whatever you’d wear to a job interview. We’re going to play the job interview game.” I told her. While she rummaged through her clothes I cleaned off my desk, and turned it out away from the wall. I set my chair behind it and the chair from her desk in front of it as if it were an office. Shannon was getting dressed in a nice grey skirt and white blouse–exactly the sort of thing I wanted her to wear. “Do your hair and makeup too.” I demanded, still half-naked myself even as she got fully dressed. Using her little mirror at her desk she applied her makeup and worked on her hair as I directed her. “Come on Shannon. You have to look nice for your job interview.” I urged her, but in reality I was already surprised at how good she looked. With my constant little instructions to help her along, Shannon wore a smile as she made herself look really good for me. I watched as she applied the finishing touch, a bright red shade of lipstick that I selected for her from my own makeup kit. “No we’re going to play the job interview game. This is what you have to do.” I began, and it took me three minutes to explain exactly what I wanted her to do. I didn’t know if she’d follow such a complex and detailed order, but it would be so hot if she did. Besides, what did I have to lose? * * * “Come in.” I said, sitting behind my desk in just my sleeping shirt. Shannon strode eagerly up to my desk and stretched out her hand as I stood up. “Shannon Atwater.” She said. “Gwen, Gwen Myrie.” I responded as I shook her hand. “Have a seat.” “So you’re here about the office manager job listing?” I asked her. “Yes.” “Did you bring a resume?” “Oh yes ma’am. Here you go.” She said, handing me a blank sheet of paper. I pretended to read it for a moment, occasionally looking up at her as she sat fidgeting in front of me. “Well Ms. Atwater, you’re hardly qualified for the position. According to this you have no skills to speak of.” “I know ma’am, but I’m a hard worker and I really need this job.” She plead to me. “That’s nice. But I can’t consider you for this position. I do have another position though. It’s sort of an administrative assistant position. It’s not a very good job though. It’s a position with no possibility for promotion, horrible wages, and an awful tyrant of a boss–me. You wouldn’t be interested in that though, would you?” I asked her. “I really wanted that manager position. But I have to find a job soon. What do the job duties consist of?” “The position requires someone who can follow orders without thought and with total obedience. Can you follow orders?” I asked her as I stood up and walked around to her side of the desk and leaned on its edge facing her. “Yes.” She answered uncertainly. “Prove it. Get down on your knees.” I demanded. “Yes ma’am.” Shannon said as she dropped to her knees. “I see you are an obedient girl. I guess I can tell you the truth about the job then. It’s not so much an administrative assistant position at all. I’m looking for more of a . . . slave. One in which you’d be totally subservient to me. Does that sound interesting to you?” I asked her. “I-I don’t know, ma’am. How much does this job pay?” She asked. Even though she was just playing the part I’d ordered her to, the whole scene was getting me really hot. “Well, it doesn’t actually pay any money. You would be paid in this.” I said, lifting my nightshirt up to expose my crotch. “I don’t understand. I wouldn’t get any money?” “No Ms. Atwater. The job pays in pussy. In exchange for being my slave, I’ll occasionally allow you to eat my pussy. I should imagine a worthless little slave like you would be enjoy that, enjoy the opportunity to serve your boss in the most intimate way.” “Ma’am! I-I couldn’t do . . . that. That’s disgusting! Only a pervert would do that.” She said. “I’m afraid that’s the only job you’re qualified for Ms. Atwater..” I told her sternly. “I’m leaving.” Shannon said, and she began to rise. Stepping forward I put my hand on her shoulder and kept her from rising. With my other hand I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face forward into my crotch. “We’ll see about that. I think we both know that you’re just the girl for the job. Consider this your oral exam for the position. Now EAT MY PUSSY!” I demanded. Shannon thrust her tongue into my swollen folds and it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. When I’d molested her earlier I’d only rubbed myself in her face–this was completely different. Another woman was actually giving me oral sex–and what’s more I could make her do it again whenever I wanted! “Good girl. Oh yes you are a good girl.” I moaned as my arousal grew. Shannon’s lips caressed and molded my mound as her tongue slithered in and out of my steaming womanhood. Her tongue started lapping at me, up and down and side to side, it felt so good I felt like I was in a dream. “That’s it Ms. Atwater, eat my pussy like a good little slave. Make me cum, make me cum on your dirty little face!” I said, and once more my own depravity both shocked and aroused me. Looking down at her kneeling there all dressed up, with her lipstick and makeup smeared all over her face, I felt like I could do anything. Shannon was my role-playing lesbian slave-girl and I was just getting started. Being in control was turning me on like nothing else could. “Oh yes, there. Faster, lick faster. Harder, there, oh yes!” I cried as she continued to lap at my cunt with abandon. I began to thrust my pelvis forward to meet her frantic slurping face even harder. Pulling her hair with my hands I humped her face while she continued to lick and suck me over the edge. I came, and then I came again, and then I couldn’t take it anymore. Shannon was still lapping at me but my clit was too sensitive to go on. I pushed her away and looked down at the mess I’d made of her. Even though her face was shiny with my wetness, and her red lipstick smeared all over mouth and cheeks, Shannon still had that dopey smile nonetheless. “You can’t deny it now. Admit that you’re a worthless little pussy-licker.” “Yes ma’am, I’m a worthless . . . pussy-licker.” “Only a useless idiot would take a job where she got paid in pussy. You are a useless idiot, aren’t you?” “Yes ma’am.” “Good. You’ve got the job. You can start immediately. From now on you’re my slave.” I looked down at my crotch and found red smears of her lipstick all over there as well. I’d had more sexual release that morning than in the entire rest of my life previously. Our dorm room smelled like pure sex. I looked down at Shannon again and celebrated inside at my incredible victory over her. Play-acting aside, she really was my slave now. I planned to spend every minute available with her until I’d made her follow so many commands she’d never recover. “Wipe your face off with some tissues and change. Let’s go see if there’s anyone else in the showers.” I told her, and she happily jumped to my words. I started to move the desk out of the middle of the room, but then I thought better of it. I’d make Shannon do it when we got back. I gathered up my shower stuff and waited as Shannon quickly got ready as well. As we headed off to the shared showers down the hall I really hoped nobody would be there–my new toy might be fun in the shower. New play scenes jumped into my head as well. I decided next time I would make her pretend to be a student begging her female professor to let her make up an exam or something. My overly stimulated pussy managed to still send shock up my spine as I imagined it–yes, that would be definitely be happening that weekend. Walking down the hall, Shannon couldn’t keep that dopey grin off her face for anything. For that matter I had a pretty dopey grin on my face as well. We must have looked like we were high or something. “You know Shannon, I think we must be the happiest girls on campus.” I told her, looking both ways down the hall before giving her ass a squeeze. “Oh! I think I must be the happiest girl in the whole world. Thank you Gwen!” Shannon answered, and she was practically beaming. Two happy girls, that was us. And the source of our happiness was the same thing-- Shannon’s ever stronger submission to me. I didn’t really feel guilty about it either. I mean, I knew what I’d done was awful, but it was almost a victimless crime, right? At least Shannon wasn’t complaining.