Can't Say No: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  She sounded like the Bex of old over the submissive, obedient, woman that he’d gotten used to ever since he’d gotten the magic ring around his finger. Was it possible that the hypnosis had worn off? Well if that was the case she’d need a second dose!

  “Be quiet this instant,” he commanded, holding his hand up as he liked to do to give himself a mental image of strength and control.

  Then he heard a word he hadn’t heard in at least weeks, a word he didn’t truly believe he’d ever hear again.

  “No,” she said, firmly, clearly.

  Despite how clear the words had come out of her mouth his brain didn’t process them properly. It was too shocking, too surprising to fully accept the truth; he was in disbelief.

  “What did you just say to me?” he asked, leaning in closer, making sure he hadn’t misheard.

  “I said no Marlon. What’s wrong, you seem surprised, almost like you didn’t expect me to be able to say no to you.”

  She’d banged the nail right on the head and he was suddenly lost for words. He’d been able to say whatever he wanted, do whatever he wanted but suddenly he had no idea what he was to do anymore. He was a picture of shock as he stared into his ring, checking it. Was it broken?

  “Oh it’s not your ring that’s broken,” she said to him, snapping his attention.

  “How did you know about that?...”

  “Well I got a visit from a strange woman who said you paid her a visit and that same woman also gave me this,” Bex lifting her head up high to help draw his attention to the necklace hanging around her neck, a sapphire dangling from the base of that golden chain.

  “Is that?”

  “If you have a magic ring then I guess this is a magic necklace, one more powerful than your toy so I want you to sit!”

  “Yes,” he responded dully as he was pushed into a trance, dropping down onto his knees on the floor before he realized what was happening. Suddenly the tables had been turned, he was the victim, he was the one who couldn’t say no.

  “I can see why you liked playing with this power so much,” she commented, twirling the more powerful necklace around in her fingers, “but playtime is over Marlon. Your ring, give it to me.”

  He had no chance of resisting, her power was like his had been, absolute. He fell into a trance and the next thing he knew he was willingly pulling the ring from his finger and handing it over to her, stripping all of his power away; all of that amazing power now gone.

  “Very good Marlon, you were always better listening than commanding in the first place,” she giggled to herself, “maybe I have to remind you of that? At the very least you need to be given a taste of your own medicine, don’t you agree?”

  “Yes,” he responded, her commands hypnotizing his mind more and more with every trance.

  “I thought you’d see it my way,” she said with a large grin, “This is going to be fun.”

  Marlon’s reign at the top of the food chain was now over. He was back to square one except this time Bex was going to keep him there by force.

  Powerless, that was how Marlon felt. He’d felt powerless in the past, that was what had prompted his desperation in the first place, that was why he had visited the mystic and begged her for help. But this was a lack of power on a completely different level.

  Before Marlon felt like he had no control. Now he knew he had no control.

  He could have at least happily slipped into a state of blissful ignorance like all of his slaves before him, happily thinking that they were getting exactly what they wanted when they were just acting like puppets, dancing to the strings he commanded. Marlon was not being afforded that same luxury.

  Bex made sure he was aware he was being punished, that he was aware he was being hypnotised. She didn’t just want to give him a taste of his own medicine, she wanted him to know it too and to know how bitter it was.

  He had been commanded to change into nothing more than his underwear and to kneel down, his hands being tied behind his back by his girlfriend turned mistress who pushed her feet forward, wiggling her toes in place and letting her foot sway as she commanded, “Lick.”

  “Yes,” he dully said to her in total obedience before he began to lick, running his tongue up and down.

  There was no way he could stop himself, his mind was telling him to do it, telling him he was not allowed to stop because his mistress didn’t want him to. It wasn’t even playing the part of pretending these were natural thoughts that belonged just to him, that were of his own creation; his brain knew it was being hypnotized and was eager to tell him so, to let him know he was being strung along at her pace.

  Still there was no rest for the wicked and Marlon had been very bad taking advantage of so many people, innocent or not. He had no choice but to worship the feet of his girlfriend, to drag his lips, his tongue, his mouth over every inch of her foot, his hands unable to massage so his jaw having to pick up the slack.

  He could taste the light ting, the flavour of her sweat dried into her skin but still that wasn’t enough to break through his metaphorical shackles. He was serving her in every way she desired.

  Bex waited in silence, watching her man eagerly lick all over her foot before she dragged it away, telling him, “That’s enough slave.”

  “Yes.”

  “Now don’t get too excited, you need to lick my other foot too. Go on, worship it,” swapping the fresh for the unkempt, making his moment of relief last for mere moments before he was pushed back into servitude.

  “Yes,” he responded once again, the necklace just as potent as the ring if not more so, forcing him back into kissing at her foot like an obedient little puppy.

  “I bet you never had anybody rub your feet?” she commented idly as she leaned back in her seat, relaxing as the tingles ran up her legs, “You probably just got them sucking on your dick didn’t you? Like a damn pervert.”

  “Ye--” he tried to respond but she bopped him straight on the nose with her big toe.

  “Wording things is hard when you’re just too willing to say yes to me. Yes, yes, yes, I can see why you enjoyed this power so much, heck I’m enjoying it too. So what you just got all those women you enslaved to suck your dick did you?” pushing her toes into his mouth as he tried to answer in his trance like state again, stuffing his mouth and making the drool dribble down along his chin, between her wiggling digits, “You know that kinda sounds like fun. I may not have a cock but I still have something else for you to wrap your lips around.”

  She withdrew her foot with a wet squelch, her toes glistening in drool as she pulled her feet down and instead spread her legs open. She’d been waiting for Marlon to return, for this moment, so under her skirt she wasn’t wearing any panties and had her wet pussy totally exposed.

  “That witch or whatever she is let me keep my memory so I know how you’ve been neglecting me down here. Now you’re gonna make it up to me. Lick, now!”

  “Ye--” but once again she cut him off, she wasn’t a doormat at heart like him who jumped for joy anytime she heard someone agree with her. She was used to getting her way, she simply wanted the end product.

  “Less talking, more licking my man servant, just like the good old days before you decided to get all cocky with me.”

  With his face buried between her legs, into that mound which had already grown excited, brewing with juices, he began to lick and slurp with one messy licks as his groans came pouring out.

  Bex bit down on her bottom lip as she traced her fingers through his hair, grinding herself against his face, rubbing herself onto his lips and around his tongue, getting her soaked pussy eaten out by her obedient slave.

  Foot worship, cunnilingus, there weren’t many more obvious, powerful, sexual ways a woman could establish dominance over a man and in return he show his submission. While drilling into his very nature his place she got off on her position of power.

  “That’s right, that’s good, keep going,” she commanded, the way he released his voice into he
r pussy actually feeling kind of pleasant, the vibration of his groaning words rippling through her insides.

  She was already wet before he’d even gotten started, the power swap already doing wonders for her sexual conditioning but this was just making her juices flow that much more potent, his face, his lips being glistened and painted in her moisture.

  Her head hung back, pressing firmly into her seat as her back arched and her finger lock tightened in his hair, groans pouring from her pursed lips as trembles of pleasure coursed down through her body. His tongue was getting her just where she licked; what a natural.

  It wasn’t long until she felt herself actually being driven to the point of orgasm, when the fluttering of butterflies in her loin suddenly became an overbearing rush of sensations.

  She tightened up, her body stiffening in place as she pressed firmly into his mouth and began to cream herself of her juices, gushing them over his lips, his body, staining him in wetness as an eruption bubbled from her insides, blissful ecstasy surging through her system.

  With her insides feeling oh so sensitive she dragged his head away with force before he sent her spiralling down into another orgasmic, squealing, rush, panting heavily as the had a drunk happy look on her face.

  “Good bitch, good boy, you did very good,” she told him, “but don’t think this means that I’ve forgiven you for cheating on me. If I wasn’t such a kind girlfriend, if I didn’t love you so much, you’d be lucky to be walking away with all your bits and bobs still in tact.”

  A shiver ran through him as he heard her words, the sadistic glint in her eyes showing she wasn’t kidding.

  “I-I’m sorry!” he began to babble out, a small feeling of terror creeping up his spine, “The power, it got to me, I couldn’t help myself!”

  “Well you better hope that I can help myself,” she giggled, with a wide smirk, “because I have more in store for you. After all there was something I wanted but you didn’t, wasn’t there?”

  She could only mean one thing surely, the big life change which had been at the center of this entire story, at the center of him gaining the magic ring in the first place. Bex was still waiting for her baby and he had a feeling she was going to get what she wanted.

  Marlon found himself pressed down onto his back, stuck on their bed. He hadn’t wanted to go there but he couldn’t say no to her when she commanding him to position himself down atop the sheets, exposed and ready for her.

  Any ideas of moving were also not permitted. Bex had told him to keep still, that he wasn’t allowed to try and escape. He had no option but to remain her captive.

  His girlfriend had also stripped down to nothing but a certain magical necklace which hung from around her neck and dangled between her breasts.

  “You know I like my men submissive,” she said as she sat at his side, rubbing her fingers along his body, trailing over his form, “it’s why we were such a good couple. I wanted and you delivered; you were so good to me. However then you went and made a big mistake.”

  Her hand reached up to his jaw, gripping tightly as she pushed his head upwards, slowly starting to mount onto his body, to straddle his stomach, letting him feel that wetness dripping down onto his skin.

  She leaned in close, letting her lips hang just short of his ears, letting him feel her hot breaths rolling out, stroking him.

  “I know you didn’t mean to cheat on me, a submissive like you just let all the power go to his head and I’m prepared to forgive that… when I’m ready.”

  Down he was pushed back into the sheets so he could get the full sight of her sitting on his body, pinning him down, not that he had a way to move anyway.

  “I reckon I’ll be feeling a lot more generous when you finally stop chickening out of your responsibilities and give me exactly what I want. So tell me, lover, are you finally ready to give me my baby?”

  Of course with the magic necklace in her position he could only have one answer.

  “Yes,” he replied in his trance like state, making her lips curl in a wide grin as she pushed her hips upwards and brought herself back down with her juicy, wet, waiting pussy engulfing around his erect cock for the first time in what felt like forever.

  While she was a slave she’d only been subjected to sex using her ass, she’d been kept as an anal slave while all the girls around her had their pussies filled up casually. Men could be such thoughtless pigs, it was no wonder that sometimes they had to be kept on a short leash.

  Finally having her pussy filled with a cock for the first time in so long made her squeal out in pleasure, her needy body which had been starved, aching for true sex, finally getting just what it craved.

  “Oh it’s been so long,” she panted out as she settled her weight down, letting the sensation of his meat spear piercing her insides spread through her whole body, “You only used my back door you naughty boy, you knew this was what I wanted all along. Now you’re simply powerless to stop me. The king has fallen, all hail the queen.”

  Bex dragged her hips up and slammed back down, her wet mound slapping down into his lap, into his crotch, milking another moan from her lips as Marlon grunted, trying to keep his mouth shut, his cries muffled.

  He may have had a hot, sexy, woman riding up and down on his lap, stroking his erection in her hot, tight, insides but it wasn’t for his pleasure. He was but a meat toy meant to satisfy her, to fill her.

  She kept her hands pressed down tightly onto his chest as she worked her hips up and down, colliding onto his body every time her hips dropped with a squelch and a clap of skin meeting skin, moans slipping freely from her mouth as she freely enjoyed her mind controlled prize.

  Marlon tried to hide the truth, that he was enjoying it as well; he did not want to give her the satisfaction of seeing that he was succumbing to her charms, to her domination. However the slave couldn’t hiding anything from the master, she knew he was loving it, she could feel his body reacting and see his face gritting up trying to hide it.

  “Look at you trying to fight it despite the fact we both know you want to submit and cum inside of me, you want to fill me up, you want to feel amazing as my servant.”

  “Yes,” he groaned as his mouth fell upon.

  “Then confess to me. Beg me for release.”

  “Yes,” he began in the trance state but then he was brought back to earth, forced into begging, “Please Bex, let me cum. I’m sorry for everything, I’m sorry for what I did to you, to everybody. Please forgive me and let me cum inside, please let me give you the baby you always wanted.”

  “Deserved,” she decided to add into his plea.

  “Deserved, always deserved!”

  “My what a good slave, even if there is no way you could have resisted me even if you wanted to. I wonder when I give you the signal if you will be able to hold back?” she said with a drunken giggle as she kept rolling her hips up and down, pumping his firm shaft in her tight insides, milking out his lust, “Do you want to see if it will work honey?”

  Like a broken record he responded to her, “Yes.” It was almost cute how predictable it was, but he couldn’t help it bless him.

  “I had a feeling you’d say that. Well then let’s see. Cum for me, now,” she commanded as she dropped her weight down completely on his lap, burying herself to the hilt around his girth.

  He responded to her in the usual fashion before gritting his teeth together and groaning as he felt his insides surrendering to her command, his body willing himself into release and his body choosing to relent, the hot surge of orgasmic finish.

  Up into her body, that horny body waiting to be bred came hit hot, virile, thick seed which pumped up in full ropes, exploding through every inch of her soft, silky, wet insides, filling her fertile womb up with the ingredients to turn her dream into reality.

  It’d been so long, far too long since she’d felt this sensation and she savored every second of it, every second of that hotness filling up her loins, the fertile cum breeding her body, her man finally g
iving her the seed she craved.

  The sound of groaning that was rippling through the air drew to an eventual close once Marlon’s orgasm faded away, leaving all of his cum swelling the depths of Bex’s body, her hand stroking tenderly over the radiating warmth in her stomach.

  “I really don’t understand men,” she sighed out in satisfaction, “why did you even need those other women when you had someone like me waiting for you at home? Luckily for you I’m very loyal, I don’t need to shop around for more men. I’m happy having one slave to tend to my needs.”

  She traced a finger slowly and sensually over his lips, teasing him as he was stuck below her, panting heavily, trying to regain his breath.

  “I’m sorry Bex,” he told her, “I’m sorry for everything. Can we go back to the way things used to be, before I messed everything up?”