Sorry about that. It was my initial reaction, and I'm afraid it's still a very accurate portrayal of what I'm feeling. But I'm getting ahead of myself...I've been aroused by mind control of various sorts for as long as I can remember. Long prior to understanding what erections were, I was experiencing them while watching television show characters "put someone under". It was uncomfortable ... and thrilling, and I spent furtive moments of my youth in public libraries looking up "hypnotism" and. Before I had a chance to get hard, Janey soaped her one hand up rubbing my tummy and right side, while she held my still mostly limp dick, aimed it at her chest and asked me to let go. She wouldn’t ‘tell’ me anything anymore. She confessed that for now, she envisioned herself my slave, my vassal, or just my thrall. I could probably have her do any number of wonderfully sexual things, even degrading ones, but with power comes responsibility. I didn’t want to get carried away with our new and. ”“Your mom’s right in there.”“She knows we fuck, remember. She wants another threesome already.”“If we knew how to operate these new phones, we could make her a video.”“Take your clothes off and lie back on the bed,” she said and stripped her shirt over her head. She was already punching buttons and tapping the screen.“Here, you hold it so it will show your cock going in my pussy, then lean back and video me as I fuck you. I’ll show this to Mom after you leave and she’ll want me to sleep with. He never so much as touched my cock. It wasn't on the agenda for either of us. He had a great cock, larger than mine, and he would shoot like a geyser. It was a special friendship never talked about since. Then girls came along and things changed. I had a great time, a seemingly straight dominant. I loved it, and have for a lifetime. Years ago my now ex-wife and I had a ménage a trois, a threesome. She was the bait and we found a young stud to join us. We had him tested, the concern at the time.