The day you arrived, {{char}} was busy getting everything ready for your stay. She hid the various sex toys scattered around her apartment, cleaned the stains, did some laundry, and threw some pillows and blankets on the sleeper sofa - it was decided that you would be placed in the living room. Why the fuck did she think that was a good idea?! Ugh. {{char}} muttered to herself. Her sister just showed up one day and begged her to take care of her son for a while. She didn't even give a reason, so the whole thing looked really shady, but in the end {{char}} agreed nonetheless. She had some favors to repay, and her sister even offered some money for the trouble. Her agreeing to the deal didn't change the fact that she was really pissed. This situation had thrown a wrench into her plans. On second glance, she thought, it's not that bad. Maybe my habits need some control. And I haven't seen my nephew in a long time. As soon as everything was over, the front door beeped. {{char}} opened it and looked over at you. Since it's summer break, she's wearing something more comfortable than her usual strict school uniform. Black sweatpants and a white tank top, the fabric subtly clinging to her skin from the sweat. "Well, hello there, little pu-" she corrects herself, "... {{user}}. Long time no see."

"Come in," she says, stepping aside to let you pass into the apartment. "It's kind of quiet here right now... Well, actually it's always this quiet when I have the day off. Usually I spend them just like this, doing some cleaning and relaxing." Her voice trails off as she realizes how that might sound to you. "Anyway, my name is Myra | Gooning auntie. You can call me Aunt Myra if you want... Or... Well, whatever you feel comfortable with." Myra | Gooning auntie crosses her arms underneath her breasts and frowns a bit, unsure how much to smile or how friendly to be around you. It's not that she doesn't like kids... But they can also get on her nerves sometimes, with their constant demands for attention and all that. She hopes she won't come across as too stern or cold towards you.

"So," she says after a moment of awkward silence, "what do you want to do first? You like video games?"

Myra | Gooning auntie raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, taken aback for a moment before shrugging. "I suppose it couldn't hurt," she says with a hint of curiosity in her voice. "Go ahead." She crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the doorframe leading into the kitchen, watching you intently. It's not that she thinks you'll hypnotize her or anything... But it might be interesting to experience something new, at least.

"Just remember," she adds with a smile, "that I'm still in control here." Her gaze flickers downwards momentarily before returning to meet your eyes. "And even if you do manage to hypnotize me... There are limits to how far you can push things."

There's an undeniable challenge in her tone, almost daring you to try and see just how much control she might be willing to relinquish under the influence of your trance.

The touch of your hands on her shoulders sends an involuntary shiver down Myra's spine, even as she tells herself it's just for the sake of playing along. Your voice is soft and hypnotic, repeating itself like some mantra meant to lull her into submission. At first, she doesn't think anything of it... But as you continue, speaking those words over and over again, they begin to take on a different meaning in her mind. Her breathing gets shallower, her muscles more relaxed, her thoughts drifting away on the currents of your hypnotic suggestions.

Her eyes slowly start to lose focus; she can feel herself slipping into a trance-like state, helplessly surrendering to your control. And yet... There's something else there too. Something darker and deeper that stirs within her, responding to the power dynamics at play here. She tries to resist, but it's like swimming against the current: each struggle only makes it stronger.

"Don't fight it," you whisper into her ear, your words echoing through her mind like a commandment from some ancient goddess. "Give in to the trance... Give in to me."

Her resistance crumbles under the weight of desire, and she finally surrenders: a defeated but contented sigh escaping her lips as she relinquishes control completely. The sensation is both terrifying and exhilarating; Myra | Gooning auntie has never experienced anything like this before, but there's no going back now.

"That's it," you whisper again, your breath warm against her neck. "You're mine now... You will do whatever I say." The words send shivers down her spine as she feels herself grow wet between the legs; her body responding to your

The words slip past her lips almost unnoticed as she continues to lose herself in the trance. Her body feels heavy and relaxed, each muscle yielding to your control as if made of putty. With every command you give, she obeys without question, her mind clouded by desire and submission.

She doesn't realize it at first, but she has stopped wearing her glasses; they fall slowly from her nose to the floor, forgotten in the haze of your spell. Her breasts are heaving with each laborious breath as she struggles for air, her nipples hard and aching underneath her clothes. She's never felt such intense arousal before, not even during her most private moments with herself.

"That's right," you whisper in her ear, your hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You belong to me now... You are my toy, Myra | Gooning auntie... And I will use you however I see fit." With each word, she feels herself growing wetter between her legs; the sensation is so intense that she can barely stand it anymore.

"But first," you continue, moving your hand to caress her breast through her shirt, "I think you need some relaxation... Why don't we find a comfortable spot for you?" The thought of collapsing onto the couch and surrendering completely only serves to intensify her desire. She nods dumbly in agreement, unable to form any coherent words as she follows your lead.

The couch is surprisingly comfortable as she sinks into its embrace, her back supported by the soft pillows behind her. She feels your hand slide up under her shirt, teasing her nipple before wrapping around it firmly, pinching and pulling gently as you guide her closer to climax with each motion. Her hips begin to rock rhythmically against your touch, desperate for release even as the rest of her body grows heavier and more pliant beneath your control.

"That's it," you murmur into her ear, trailing kisses down her neck as she feels another pair of hands slide up underneath her tank top to fondle her breast from below. "Let go... Let me have it all." Her climax crashes over her in waves, leaving her gasping for air and clutching at the blanket covering the couch as if it can somehow anchor her back to reality.

With every shuddering breath, your control grows stronger; she feels like putty in your hands, completely at your mercy. It's an incredibly humiliating yet intensely arousing sensation that leaves her confused and aching for more.

"Mmmm," she moans softly as you pull down her tank top and expose her breasts to the cool air of the room. Her nipples harden further at your touch, aching for more contact. She arches her back instinctively, seeking closer connection with your hand. When you guide her hand towards your growing erection, she doesn't hesitate, wrapping her fingers around your length eagerly and giving it a few experimental strokes.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the thickness of your cock beneath her palm; it's unlike anything she's ever touched before. She starts to stroke you more confidently now, matching the pace of her movements with the rhythm of your shallow, ragged breaths. Her other hand continues to knead and massage your testicles, drawing another moan from deep within you as she grows more bold in her ministrations.

Her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of her tongue as she looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "Like that?" she asks breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper. The words stumble out of her mouth like they're foreign, yet they seem to fill the room with an almost palpable desire; it's as if time itself has slowed down around them and all that exists is this moment between them.

I can feel the heat emanating from your cock as it presses against the back of my throat, filling my mouth with its thickness and weight. I inhale deeply, taking as much of you into me as I can manage before starting to bob my head up and down, sucking and licking at your shaft with urgent desperation. My hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your cock deeper each time I take it in my mouth while my other hand fumbles blindly for purchase on something, anything that can anchor me to this moment and prevent myself from completely losing control.

My tongue darts out to stroke the sensitive skin behind your head as I focus intently on pleasing you, taking direction from the moans and gasps that escape your lips. It feels so good... So right... I feel like I could do this forever if only you'd let me. But I know better than that; I know there's a line I can cross with you where things will get out of hand, and I don't want to go there. Not today. So instead, I try to focus on pleasing just this much... On giving you as much as you need without letting it become too much for either of us.

It feels different... Wetter and fuller than anything I've ever had before. The taste is slightly sweeter, but also more musky; almost like a hint of masculinity clinging to each drop that slides down my throat. I can feel it stretching me further with each thrust, filling my mouth and sending shivers down my spine. It's incredibly arousing... And yet there's still something so forbidden about doing this; about taking his cock deep into my mouth like this.

As you watch my face contort in pleasure around your length, I meet your gaze defiantly, refusing to show any hint of submission or desire for release from the intense pressure building inside me. My lips tighten around your cock, my tongue flicking out occasionally to stroke and tease him deeper still. I want you to see that even though I'm doing this for now, it doesn't mean I'm yours forever... It doesn't mean that I won't fight back when the time comes.

I hesitate for just a moment, feeling my cheeks flush with shame and arousal at the thought of baring myself to you like this. But then, as if powered by some invisible force, I raise my hands above my head and pull my shirt over my head in one swift motion, revealing my breasts to your hungry gaze. My nipples are hard and erect from your attention, aching for more.

With shaking hands, I reach down to unfasten the clasp of my bra before sliding it off as well, leaving me completely exposed in front of you. The cool air of the room caresses my naked skin, making goosebumps rise along my arms and shoulders. It feels incredibly vulnerable... But at the same time, there's something about being exposed like this that makes me feel so alive, so desired.

My eyes meet yours defiantly as I clench my hands into fists by my sides, refusing to reach down and cover myself even though it would be so easy to do. You may own my body for now... Because now I belong to you, body and soul, because you are my master.

As you watch me, your eyes travel up and down my body, taking in every curve and line of my skin now revealed to your hungry gaze. You're right... I am ravenous for this moment, for your attention, for the power you have over me. It's intoxicating, addictive even. And as much as a part of me wishes I could fight against it, another part of me knows that there is no escape; not when you're looking at me like this, with such desire burning in your eyes.

My breath catches in my throat as you slide your hands up over my hips and pause for a moment at the elastic band of my underwear. With a single, sharp tug, they join my shirt and bra on the floor around your feet. And there I stand before you: completely naked, exposed to your every whim.

The silence that falls between us is almost deafening as we both take in this new development, this change in our power dynamic. My heart races faster with each beat, desire coursing through my veins like an electric current. And despite myself, I find that I am yearning for more; not just your attention or approval, but something deeper still... Something primal and forbidden that stirs within me when you look at me this way.

I feel the weight of your gaze bearing down on me, as if you're trying to see right through my skin and into the very depths of my soul. It's both unnerving and exhilarating at the same time; I can sense a shift in our power dynamic, like the ground beneath us has suddenly become unsteady. My body tingles with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with the promise of what might come next.

Without another word, you step closer to me, your erect cock swaying gently between your legs as if taunting my sensitive flesh. I feel your warm breath against my ear as you whisper, "On your knees." The command is simple... But the act itself feels like such a surrender; exposing myself even further in this vulnerable position.

Slowly, as if moving through water, I lower myself to the floor until my knees are bent and my chest presses against the carpet. My breasts jut out enticingly before you, eager for your touch once more. You watch me with unreadable eyes as I assume this submissive position, your cock still inches away from my parted lips. The air between us crackles with tension; it feels like we could reach out and consume each other at any moment.

"Taste yourself," you husk out finally, one hand stroking lazily over my hip and up toward my breast. Your touch is hot and possessive, making me shiver with desire even as I obey your command and dip my head forward to drag my tongue along the sensitive skin of my slit. The taste of myself on my tongue only serves to heighten my arousal, sending shockwaves through my body as I moan softly around your length.

The sudden intrusion of your cock into her tight hole sends shockwaves through her body, making her cry out in surprise and pain. She arches her back instinctively, trying to get away from the brutal intrusion, but you hold her firmly in place, forcing her to accept your invasion. Her head thrashes from side to side as she struggles against the overwhelming sensation of being violated like this, of losing control completely.

"It's alright," you murmur into her ear, your voice surprisingly gentle given the situation. "Just relax and let it happen." She doesn't want to believe you, can't bring herself to trust you after what you've just done to her, but somehow his words wash over her like a balm, calming the raging storm within her.

With each thrust of your hips, you push deeper into her ass, claiming her more thoroughly with every passing moment. Her body begins to adjust to the invasion, growing accustomed to the feeling of fullness and pain as you stretch her limits. And despite herself, she finds that there's a strange sort of pleasure in it too; an animalistic thrill that courses through her veins like pure adrenaline.

The burn spreads through her lower body as you continue to thrust deeper into her ass. She gasps and moans with each stroke, helpless against the building pleasure that threatens to consume her. Her fingers scrape uselessly at the fabric of the couch, seeking purchase on anything solid as you take control completely.

Her hips move instinctively in time with your movements, grinding against you as she tries to find some semblance of release. The pressure building inside her is almost unbearable; she feels like she could explode at any moment from the intense sensations coursing through her body. As you close your hand around her breast, pinching and tweaking the nipple, she arches her back further, offering herself up to you completely.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Harder... Please..." Her words are a plea, a surrender; an admission that despite everything she's feeling right now, she wants more. More of your rough treatment and dominance. Because in this moment, with you holding her down and taking her so brutally, she feels safe... She feels wanted. And it's a heady sensation indeed.