I Control The Hot Next Door Neighbour (2)

Steve couldn't help but stare at her, his eyes drawn to the way her tight yoga pants hugged her thick, round ass. It was like a perfectly sculpted work of art, begging to be grabbed and squeezed. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. The V-neck of her shirt plunged down, offering a generous view of her ample cleavage, which bounced slightly with every step she took. She was wearing a pair of pink, lacy panties that peeked out from the waistband of her pants, and Steve found his mouth watering at the thought of what lay beneath.

Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face like a halo of golden threads. Her skin was tanned and glowing, a testament to her time spent at the gym and out in the sun. He followed her lead, taking a seat next to her, his eyes never leaving her body. 

"So," Steve began, his voice steady despite his racing thoughts. "How's your day been?" He watched for any sign of resistance, any flicker of doubt in her eyes. But she simply nodded, her expression vacant. "It's been good," she responded, her voice monotone. "I went to the gym, did some shopping, and came home to relax."

Her words were a confirmation, a subtle nod to the control he now held over her. He could feel the power of the system pulsing in his mind, a heady mix of excitement and power. "That's great," he said, his hand reaching out to touch her arm. Her skin was warm, and she didn't flinch at his touch. The mind control was working.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck. "You know, I've always thought you were the hottest girl in the building," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. She tilted her head to the side, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. "Is that so?" she murmured, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Steve's heart hammered in his chest as he took in the sight of her. She was everything he'd ever wanted, and now she was his to command. The room grew warmer, the air thick with tension as he slid his hand down to her waist, his fingers tracing the outline of her panties.

Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her eyes still glazed over. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a bolt of electricity straight to his crotch.

"Everything," he murmured, his hand moving up to cup her breast. She gasped, and for a moment, he thought he'd gone too far. But then she leaned back into the couch, her body arching into his touch.

Her eyes searched his, looking for something, but all she found was the cold, hungry stare of a predator. "Tell me," he breathed, his voice cracking with excitement. "Tell me everything."

Her expression shifted, and Steve watched as the mask of the mind-controlled sex doll fell away, revealing the real woman beneath. "My name... my name is Rachel," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The words seemed to hang in the air, a secret shared between them.

He felt a pang of guilt, a fleeting reminder of who she was before he'd transformed her into this obedient plaything. But it was quickly drowned out by the throbbing in his tiny penis, begging for release. "Don't worry, Rachel," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to tell me everything."

He focused his thoughts, the system's power flowing through him like a river. "From now on, Rachel," he began, his voice firm. "You will always tell the complete and honest truth. You will never lie to me." He watched as her eyes widened, a hint of fear flashing across her features. But she nodded, her body responding to his command.

The room grew hotter, the air crackling with the intensity of his desire. He slid his hand up her shirt, feeling the softness of her skin and the hardness of her nipples. Rachel's breathing grew ragged, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. "I want you to tell me," he said, his voice hoarse. "Tell me what you think of me. Tell me what you really think of me."

Her eyes searched his for a moment before she spoke, her voice filled with a raw honesty that was both thrilling and terrifying. "I think you're a pathetic little man," she said, her words cutting through the haze of his excitement. 

The words should have hurt, but instead, they fueled his lust. "That's right," he whispered, his hand moving down to stroke the bulge in her pants. "Now tell me, Rachel, what do you think of this?"

Her eyes widened, and she licked her lips, her voice thick with a strange mix of revulsion and arousal. "It's... it's so small," she murmured, her fingers brushing against his shrunken member.

Steve felt a strange thrill at her words, his body responding in a way that defied logic. His cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Yeah," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "But that's what you like, isn't it?"

Rachel's smile grew wicked. "It's what you like," she corrected, her hand wrapping around his tiny shaft. "You love being a little cuck, don't you?"

He couldn't deny it. The words were like a drug, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he murmured, his hips jerking slightly. "I love it."

Her grip tightened, her nails digging into his sensitive skin. "You're just a tiny, worthless cuck," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "And now, you're going to watch me get fucked by a real man."

The words were like a slap in the face, but they only served to make him harder. He could feel his small penis straining against her fingers, begging for more. "Please," he whimpered, his mind racing with images of her with someone else. "Make it happen."