Nfff. Yuuuup. It turns her on to turn him on. In a weird way, it's still a kind of control. Even if he holds alllll the reins. Which is still hot. And he's still doing whatever he wants to her. Nnnnfff. 

"Turned on," is her first and immediate answer. "I don't think I ever quite realized how good it would feel to be controlled by someone else like this. It's almost as good as playing with other people myself... and I really~ can't wait to watch you do this to someone else. Hopefully someone I bring you? Even though you don't want me to for some... weird reason." She wrinkles her brow. "I still am pretty confused about some things, though, but I'm super glad you don't seem to... despise me anymore." She shudders a little in memory, then brightens up. "But now I turn you on so maybe we get to fuck again, how you like. And, it, feels really good to turn you on. It's hot how much power you have over me." 

"Oh, I might ask you to seduce people for me eventually." It is kind of hot thinking about her bringing him people to enslave. "The trouble is, I hate lying."

Not for any moral reason; the empathy makes that clear when he thinks about it. It's just uncomfortable. It itches. He wants to live in a world where he's powerful enough that he never has to lie to anyone ever again, that he can tell everyone exactly what he thinks of them at all times and still get everything he wants.

"So I don't want you to lie for me the way you usually do when you're trying to snare somebody. Outside this car I'm not going to let you remember that I have magic powers, most of the time, but if you can bring me people without lying to them about who I am or what I want, yeah, I'd like that."

His hand slides through her hair and down to the back of her head. His eyes glow, and the light in the room brightens, so he can get a really good look at her face right now. It's hot the way she looks at him, and he kind of wants her to suck his dick, but not yet. Not until he's done talking to her.

Valerie brightens when she hears that she might get to bring him new toys, well, new slaves. And wriggles a little bit with arousal.

And then she twists her face with annoyance at that feeling he gets. What a horrible, awful feeling for someone like him to have! People like him should be above the petty mortals below him, to have the freedom to act howsoever they desire, treat everyone below them with impunity and whim, but to be chained by such a stupid mental hiccup... well, Valerie doesn't think her Master, her owner should be held back by such things. Especially not if they're getting in the way of his pleasure. She wonders if there's some way she can get rid of it, so he has no reason to restrict his (or her!) actions.

And then there's that scrap of a vision of him ruling, being strong and powerful enough to do whatever he wishes, with utter impunity, without having to lie or trick anyone, just going everywhere and taking it. And this, this vision really turns her on, making her press her legs together in excitement. She imagines a castle, full of dozens, hundreds, thousands of obedient slaves, all enslaved to him, kneeling, serving whatever pleasures he has, whatever whims come to mind, and no one else being able to change that. Strong enough to go out in the world and find a pretty girl (or boy?) and tell them "you're mine now, I'm going to do whatever I want to you and there's nothing you can do to stop it." And there wouldn't be. She presses her legs together a little harder and moans gently at the thought of someone with that much power.

(And maybe, just maybe, in his castle of tens of thousands of beautiful slaves waiting on his every beck and call, surely he could spare a few dozen, or hundred to be her slaves too. Answering to her and obedient to her in everything except their Master's word. The idea of being pleasured by a dozen men (or women?) was electric, as was the delightful thought of being interrupted by him, telling them to stop because he wanted to her to please him, an exercise of power that showed just how much she belonged to him... well. It would be a while. She could dream, and try to persuade him.)

She pouts when he tells her that he doesn't want her to lie like that. She doesn't know how to ensnare like that, the whole point of seduction, of control was to drive them along chasing the promise of something delightful, something incredible and amazing, to make them fall head over heels for something that she always kept... just... out of reach. If she had to be honest well, she might actually have to give it to them. And then what reason would they have to keep doing what she wanted?

And then his eyes glow again as he exercises his power, his will, and the room brightens, and she grins at him, feeling the rush of control that he has. She'd much rather have this power for herself, of course. But watching it in action, seeing it used... it makes her so hot. She can settle for being his loyal slave if she gets to watch him do this over and over again. Not that she has any choice (which is both slightly sad, and hot).

He smiles slightly, looking down at her, watching her face while she thinks. It's so hot how turned on she gets about him.

And he—

—wants to know what she's thinking.

And boy does he.

His eyes are glowing again and she knows that means he's using his power again and she can't wait to see what that means, what he's going to do to her, to the room, to something next. She loves it every time he changes things with a simple thought or expression of will. She is jealous, she wants this power for herself, but she still delights and is aroused whenever she sees it in action. She can stand being his slave forever and ever if she gets to watch him do this, and she can't wait to see him do it to others, watch him make them kneel and pledge themselves to him forever as someone as strong as him deserves.

And the thing standing in the way of that is that stupid feeling of his, that silly tugging chain around his neck that would have made her useless if she'd ever had anything like that growing up. She still can't figure out how to get rid of it for him, to leave him as free to do as he wishes, as someone with a power like his should be able to. But she's going to keep thinking about it, even her more slavish self will want that for him, she's sure, and maybe she'll be able to come up with something he'd agree to.

Either that or just work faster towards that world where he has freedom to just tell the truth, where he has a castle of hundreds of thousands of devoted slaves and can go out and pluck anyone, from anywhere in the world, by telling them just what he's going to do and he's too strong and powerful to stop and they'll just have to do it. Where she maybe hopefully probably definitely has her own set of slaves to please her but he can interrupt whenever he likes which is so hot. The faster she helps him get there, the faster her Master can act the way he should be allowed to, without being held back by whatever silly things his mind is doing, and she can watch. She cannot wait to watch. And getting there will be such fun, even if she has to work around such silly and annoying restrictions to do it.

"...heh."

He grabs her by the hair, hauls her up to stand on her feet, and kisses her forcefully. She is hot and he wants her to know it. The way she's so aroused by his power, the way she dreams of a future where he owns thousands of people. It's amazing. It's beautiful. These thoughts and desires, her thoughts and desires, are beautiful.

Just one thing—

He breaks the kiss and says, staring into her eyes, "My desires are mine and I'll do what I want with them."

It's so hot when he kisses her, when he's turned on by her, when he just takes what he wants from her and drags her around and uses her like this, and she loves that her thoughts are beautiful, that he enjoys her fantasies about him. And she's so very turned on by just how much he can do, how he can just read her thoughts and see what she's thinking on a whim, she wishes she could have such a power so she can know just what about her her targets want, it would make seducing them so much easier. She greedily kisses him back as he takes her, uses her however he wants, as his is right.

And then she pouts a little when he tells her that his desires are his; her slavish self will likely follow that the way he wants her to, she won't be able to make his life better (and incidentally, hers as well) in ways he might not originally condone. He controls her enough that his word is law and so this could be her last chance to... "Are... are you, sure, Master? Things will be... easier if you let me... help you become even stronger, and more powerful. I want to help you become strong and powerful and put whatever hangups you have aside. Please, please let me help you?"

"Nah," he says. "I'm exactly who I want to be. And if I decide to change that, I doubt I'll need your help."

The core freedom, the first and most important freedom, is the freedom to own your own mind. If you don't have that you're not really free, no matter how many castles you build or how many slaves you take. He is very firm in this opinion.

And yes, he is very aware that he's taken that freedom away from her.

He kisses her again. And while he's kissing her, he thinks about how he's going to arrange for her to leave this car completely unaware of his magical powers.

First he should put all her clothes back. (He does that, a little regretfully, running his fingertips down her chest.) And then he should hide her new tattoo. (But he can't resist leaving it just faintly visible, the barest shadow of a mark, so light you could think you'd imagined it if you didn't already know it was there.)

And then...

He breaks the kiss, humming thoughtfully. Yeah, there's an idea. He'll put her back in the front seat just as she was, and himself just as he was, and take her memories of this whole encounter away, and leave her with her original personality, without even the compulsion to tell the truth. And then he'll rape her, force her to suck him off, and the moment she tastes him he'll activate her devotion again. This is a good plan. He likes this plan a lot. He's interested to see what she thinks of it.

Valerie chafes at his dismissal, she can see what he's thinking, and understands where he's coming from, but he doesn't seem to see that he's not really free. But well, she can also tell she's not going to manage to convince him. Maybe at the very least this conversation will plant a seed so that he can think of fixing it himself, or something. There's nothing more she can do.

And it's still so very very hot that he has taken that freedom away from her. Controlling her so completely and utterly, and the power to do it to others too, it's intoxicating to think about. She'd love this power for herself, so very very much, but watching him in action is still, so very... nnnnnf. She presses her legs together needily and kisses him back, enjoying how much he can just take, and take, and take...

She watches and feels his thoughts as they kiss, savoring his regret, knowing that it means he loves her body, that he finds her hot, that he wants her. And she loves that he enjoys the mark, that symbol of his ownership and power over her, wanting it to be always there for him to see if he goes looking for it, to know that it means she belongs to him, and him alone...

She watches as the idea forms, and grins back at him as he breaks the kiss (pressing her legs together at the fact that he has so much control over her very mind, to take it all away, to make her forget, nnnf). And the idea of being broken for him, again, it's so hot. So very very hot. She'll fight and scream and struggle and try to hurt him and then when she realizes he's in control (so very, very in control) and she has to do what he wants, she knows she'll rediscover this little fetish she never knew she had. And if that wasn't enough... well, he can just make sure of it. Will just make sure of it. The old Valerie will be inescapably his. Devoted to him, and thinking it's because he's just stronger than her. Which will of course, be true; she just won't ever realize how deep the control goes (so very very deep). She can't wait for him to remind her how deeply he controls her, it'll be such a rush to remember everything.

Mmmmmmm one more kiss. Because it's incredibly hot how into this she is.

Then he leads her into the front of the car again, fixes his clothes back to how they were when she got in, restores the space behind the seats from 'torture closet' to 'small cargo area', lightens the windows from opaque to merely tinted but keeps the soundproofing—

Cuts off the projection of his thoughts to her, but leaves her mind open to him.

Wipes her memory back to the moment she got in the car.

And reaches over, grabs her by the hair, and drags her head into his lap with one hand while the other hand opens his fly.

(He didn't do this on purpose, exactly, but it occurs to him at this point that from her perspective she would've just gotten abruptly ten times more turned on. That's pretty hot too, and maybe it'll help sell the illusion that this is all her own kinks at work.)

Valerie opens her mouth, ready to tell him about this great pizza restaurant she found (a lie, of course, but she's sure she can teach this poor boy how to enjoy proper food, and buy it for her). But before she can get a word out, he grabs her by the hair. She shrieks and struggles, strangely nervous and turned on, trying to get away from him. Apparently she'd misjudged his interest in her (which of course, made perfect sense, how could he not want her, he was just being sly). This wasn't the first time she'd had to deal with, well, overamorous boys, but this is the first time it's been so sudden and in such a contained space. And he's so much stronger than her (which is strangely appealing). But he needs to learn his lesson about who's in charge here. She'll play along, a little, turn it around, and punish him properly when he's well and truly his. He'll be begging for forgiveness when she's done with him.

"Oh, goodness, aren't you all eager and excited," she says, cooing sultrily over his cock, stretching out languidly, no longer fighting him. "But there's no need for any of this. I wanted you the first moment I saw you, and I'll be ever so glad to suck you off. And you'll enjoy it so much more if you let me do it on my own." And he would. Right up until the moment she stopped ever so short. But he didn't need to know that yet.

His hand is still tight in her hair, holding her head down. She can't look up at his face, only down at his cock as he forces her mouth onto it without even bothering to acknowledge her words.

And at that moment, right as she gets her very first taste... his eyes flash gold, and he restores the magic that makes her devoted to him.

She gags a little on the cock, as this overeager boy continues to ignore her (the gall!) and continues to try and use her like this. But... it actually feels really good. Valerie finds that she wants to please him like this, that it's fun to have a boy (or a man) who will grab her and use her how he wants, and won't take no for an answer. She licks and sucks and tries to do her best to please him, suddenly feeling devoted to serving him properly, and it feels so good. She's spent her entire life controlling others, she's never tried to see what it's like to be controlled.

Really, though, she's never actually found a man who could control her, that was clearly the problem. No one else was strong enough to resist her, even when they wanted her they were balked by her charms, but this man simply doesn't care. He just takes what he wants. And it's so very right that she be devoted to someone as strong as this, that she should want to serve and please him, and give him the pleasure he deserves. She wants ever so much to please him more, to find out what he wants her to do and do it. She continues sucking on his cock as best he'll let her, feeling aroused and delighted at his power and control, sliding a hand down between her legs and up her dress so she can touch herself, pleasure herself, feel how hot it is to be controlled for once.

This time he does, actually, let her suck his cock, instead of just forcing it down her throat. But his hand stays in her hair and every time she moves her head she can feel enough resistance to know that he's letting her move, and could stop anytime he liked.

When she starts touching herself, he lets her do that too. For now. It's pretty hot, after all.

She's really really happy to show him just how much pleasure she can give him, having been allowed (allowed!) the freedom to do so. Some part of her thinks that now would be a good time to pull her usual tricks, to get her control back, but she pushes that aside; he deserves better than that. Normally, here, she'd tease him and bring his pleasure up and down in waves, teasing and slowing and teasing and slowing until they begged her to let them cum.... but he was far too good for that, far too strong and powerful, and deserved better. Instead she slowly builds the pleasure up in him, enjoying the sensation of feeling him respond as she ramps his pleasure up more and more, making sure to let him savor it, enjoy it, the feeling of a willing, loving, devoted girl's mouth and throat on his cock, almost certainly like nothing he's ever felt before. All the while knowing he can grab her hair and pull again, whenever he wants, finish off inside her whenever he wants. She continues to touch herself to the thought, moaning and gasping and sucking and licking pressing her legs together around her hand, pushing on her clit again and again as she embraces these new and unexpected and wholly erotic feelings. No wonder her old pets fell so strongly for her before, if this is what it was like for the weak to kneel (kneel!) before the strong. And now there was someone even stronger and hotter, and she couldn't help but kneel before him like this. To do whatever he wanted and obey him like she should.

She brings him closer and closer to his climax at the thought, doing the same to herself, getting ready to enjoy the taste of a strong man's cum inside of her, for the first time in her life, ready to cum hard to giving someone deserving pleasure.

He comes, moaning softly, and pulls her head up and lets go...

(and exerting his will just a little, to make sure she can't come just yet, even though she's trying to time it that way)

...and immediately reaches over to grab her wrist and yank her hand away from her crotch.

Valerie whines. He... he... she whines and swallows and shakes with need and tries to tug her hand back but he's still so much stronger than her. And. And he doesn't want her to so, so, she shouldn't. He controls her pleasure, as is only right and proper (and that just turns her on even more, she almost presses her legs together in instinctual need at the thought but holds back with effort). She relaxes her hand, still whining as she shudders and pouts at him, wanting to cum so badly, but knowing that it was no longer her choice. Which only made it worse.

"P-p-please, sir," she says, with a moan and a pout. "Please, let me cum, I need it so bad, it felt so good sucking you off I want to cum to it, I need to, please, sir!" She shifts her body needily, to try and convince him (not needing to do much pretending for once in her life, she's never felt like this before, never ever been denied, always took pleasure for herself whenever and however she wanted, and now she can't).

He lets go of her wrist once it's clear she understands the situation.

"Mmm," he says. "You're gorgeous when you're all squirming and desperate. I like it."

He leans over a little to run his hand up her leg, stroking her inner thigh with his fingertips, pushing her dress a little higher. Then he tugs the dress back down.

"But we were going to go on a date, weren't we? And fucking in my car in front of your apartment building isn't much of a date. I think we should go have dinner, and you should spend the whole time thinking about how much you want to get off, and then I'll drive you back here, and then you should invite me up to your apartment to fuck you senseless. Sound good?"

Valerie whines with desperate anticipation and delight as he strokes her thigh, hot and ready, so ready, and then moans in despair when he moves his hand away. It's all she can do to keep her legs apart to keep from cumming when he tells her how he wants tonight to go. How tonight is going to go. It's so hot when he takes charge like that. She wants to cum so badly but she wants him to tell her what to do even more. She just can't help but do what he wants.

"Y-yes, Sean, sir, whatever you want. Anything, anything you want." She shifts in the seat, aroused and needy, shifting her body to show herself off for him. Gods she wants him to just fuck her so bad, but, but, he wants a date. A date. The restaurant. Oh no.

"I... I'm sorry sir but I may have, um, lied about some aspects of this date. I was, um, planning to take you to a very nice Italian place that, um, technically has pizza. And convince you to buy something other than pizza." She holds her head a little downcast, making herself look sorry. She is, actually, sorry. (A strange and unusual feeling.) And there's no need to mention the bit with the alley, she's too ashamed of that and he doesn't need to know. "I... I don't know if you still want to do that. Sir. I'm sure I could figure out a real pizza place to go instead. If you wanted. Or if there's anywhere else you'd prefer to go."

He rests his hand on her head and pets her hair a little, casually, because he can and he feels like it.

"I honestly don't care either way about the pizza. Sure, we can go to your very nice Italian place."

Valerie breathes a sigh of relief. She does in fact have a credit card on her (the one she keeps around for emergencies), and that's a good thing because there's no way she's going to make him pay for this dinner like she planned. Not in a million years. Just like when others paid for her, because she was better, he deserved to have others pay for him. And she would. Gladly. Gleefully. He deserves that and so much more. And he certainly doesn't need to know that she intended for him to pay.

"I, I can put the address in your GPS, if you want, Sean? That's what I was planning to do. Before." (Eventually, that is, but she really doesn't need to say that either. It's amazing how everything is different now. Fuck she wants to cum so badly.)

"Mmhmm." He pets her hair again. "Go ahead."

Valerie does so, trembling at his touch. He told her to think about how much she wants to get off, and she can't get off and when she's not distracted by anything else it's really hard to not think about anything else. About how he controls her now. Controls her pleasure. How he can do with her as he likes and it makes her so hot to be controlled. And how that makes her want to cum so badly. But she can't. And thinking about it is making it worse, but he wants her to. And... he gets what he wants. Because that's what he deserves. So she keeps thinking about it, shuddering and occasionally moaning with need, as she sits back, address entered. She's so hot and wet and horny and needs to cum so, so badly.

This magical slavery thing is even better than he expected. And his expectations were high.

He puts on his seatbelt, and then puts her seatbelt on for her, and then—paying careful attention to her thoughts and feelings and sensations—reaches down and pulls up her dress, touches her inner thigh again, runs his hand sloooowly up to her crotch, strokes her, teases her, slips a finger into her—

And then pulls his hand away, licks his fingers, and starts the engine. "Make yourself presentable," he says, not bothering to look at her. He doesn't have to look at her. She's going to do what she's told either way.

Valerie gasps and moans and whines as she feels his touch on her. Teasing her. Playing with her. Using her like the stronger more dominant more superior being he is. He touches her where he wants because he can and runs his hand up her thigh because he can and puts a finger in her because... Valerie gasps, and moans, involuntarily lifting her pussy towards him, whining pitifully as he pulls it away. S-so, so close. So fucking close. He's so hot. So strong. He's better than her and she's so very happy to be his and, and, she wants to cum so, so badly. How long is the dinner going to last before he takes her home and finally lets her cum. She cannot wait.

He... he told her to become presentable. "Yes, yes sir," she says, shaking herself out of her reverie. She's a mess. There's no way she can up to her usual standard by the time they get there (certainly not with her wetness still running down her thigh, she really really needs to cum, fuck), but she can be, as he said, presentable. After all, it's not like it's hard for her to be what other people consider to be presentable. She straightens her dress, fixes her hair as best she can, using her reflection in the window as a mirror. She still looks smoking hot. She always looks smoking hot, even overwhelmed like this. Better than that... well, he must like her for some reason, but he went on a date with her and not that annoying nerd from before. And, being better than her, being his first preference, winning over that stupid jerk, even in a much less than expected way, is so hot. Everything, everything is so hot right now. Winning, being taken and controlled, doing what he wants. She really wants to cum so very badly.