The familiar sensation of my vision dimming and then sharpening hit me again, a signal that Simone had activated my custom scenario. When my sight cleared, I was standing in the pristine, over-decorated living room of a suburban McMansion.
The air smelled of lavender air freshener, and the furniture screamed "I spent too much at Pottery Barn." I knew exactly who I was here for: Karen, the neighborhood's most insufferable housewife, and her equally obnoxious 18-year-old daughter, Kaylee.
Both were textbook Karens—entitled, loud, and always ready to throw a tantrum if their coffee wasn't perfect. Karen had made my life hell as my neighbor, complaining about my lawn, my dog, even the way I parked my car.
Kaylee was no better, always sneering at me like I was beneath her, blasting her music at 2 a.m., and tossing snarky comments whenever she saw me.
Today, I was going to turn their world upside down.I walked to the kitchen, where I heard Karen's shrill voice berating someone on the phone. "No, I specifically asked for oat milk, not almond! Do you know who I am? I want a refund and a gift card, or I'm speaking to your manager!" Kaylee was at the counter, scrolling on her phone, rolling her eyes as she chimed in, "God, Mom, just fire them already. They're so incompetent."
Perfect. They were both here.I stepped into the kitchen and cleared my throat.
Karen spun around, her blonde hair bouncing, her tight designer dress hugging her exaggerated curves. "Jacobs? What are you doing in my house? This is private property!"
Kaylee smirked, not looking up from her phone. "Yeah, creep, get lost."
I grinned.
"Karen, Kaylee, lock the front door and come kneel in front of me."
Their faces froze in identical expressions of shock and disgust.
Karen's mouth dropped open, her perfectly manicured nails clutching her phone. "Excuse me? You little perv, I'm calling the cops!"
Kaylee snorted, "As if, loser. Get out before I post this on X and ruin you."
But their bodies betrayed them.
Both women dropped what they were holding—Karen's phone clattered to the counter, Kaylee's to the floor—and marched to the front door.
I followed, watching as Karen's hips swayed in her tight dress and Kaylee's slim frame moved in her crop top and leggings.
They locked the door and returned, dropping to their knees in front of me, their faces a mix of rage and confusion.
"What the hell is this?" Karen spat, her blue eyes blazing.
"Why can't I move?"Kaylee's voice was shriller.
"Oh my God, what's happening? This is so not okay!"
"Simple," I said, leaning against the counter. "You do whatever I say. And you're going to hate it, but you can't stop yourselves. Let's start with something fun. Karen, hike up your dress, take off your panties, and start masturbating. Kaylee, unzip my pants and suck me off."
Karen's jaw clenched, her face turning red. "You disgusting little man, I'm not—!" But her hands were already moving, pulling up her dress to reveal lacy red panties.
She slid them down her thick thighs, her fingers trembling as they moved between her legs.
Kaylee's eyes widened, her lips curling in a sneer. "Ew, no way, I'm not touching your gross—"
But her hands were already at my zipper, pulling it down and freeing my hardening cock.
She gasped, her face inches from it, but her mouth opened, and she took me in, her tongue swirling reluctantly but expertly.
Karen's fingers worked faster, her breathing hitching as she glared at me. "I hate you," she hissed, even as her body obeyed, her hips rocking slightly.
Kaylee's muffled protests vibrated against me, her slim shoulders shaking as she bobbed her head. I groaned, the sight of these two entitled women forced to submit driving me wild.
"Karen, teach Kaylee how to do it better," I commanded. "Show her how a real Karen sucks cock."
Karen's eyes flashed with fury, but she crawled closer, her fingers still working her clit. "Kaylee, you're doing it wrong," she snapped, her voice dripping with her usual condescension.
"Use more tongue, and don't just bob like an idiot. Swirl it around the tip, like this."
She pushed Kaylee aside, her lips wrapping around my cock with practiced ease. Her tongue flicked and swirled, her head moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
Kaylee watched, her face a mix of disgust and fascination, her hands twitching as if fighting the urge to join in.
"Now, Kaylee, try again," I said. "Do it like your mom showed you."
Kaylee's lips trembled, but she obeyed, taking me back into her mouth. Karen guided her, one hand on her daughter's head, pushing it down.
"Deeper, Kaylee, don't be lazy. Men like it when you choke a little." Kaylee gagged, her eyes watering, but she followed her mother's instructions, her tongue mimicking Karen's technique.
I groaned, the combination of Kaylee's inexperienced enthusiasm and Karen's coaching pushing me close to the edge.
"Alright, enough," I said after a few minutes.
"Karen, get on the counter, ass up. Kaylee, watch closely, because you're next." Karen's face contorted in horror, but she climbed onto the kitchen counter, her dress bunched around her waist, her round ass in the air.
Kaylee's eyes were wide, her lips still glistening from the blowjob.
"No way, I'm not doing that," she whispered, but her body stayed rooted in place.
I positioned myself behind Karen, running my hands over her curves. "Karen, you're going to love this, but you'll hate how much you love it. And you're going to teach Kaylee how to take it up the ass like a pro."
Karen whimpered, her body trembling as I lubed myself up—Simone's scenario always came with convenient props—and pressed against her tight hole.
"Relax, Karen," I said, pushing in slowly.
She gasped, her hands gripping the counter, her face a mix of pain and forced pleasure.
"Tell her what to do," I ordered, starting to thrust.Karen's voice was strained, but she obeyed.
"Kaylee, you… you have to relax your muscles. Push back a little, like you're… oh God… like you're letting it in. It hurts at first, but you… you get used to it."
Her words were punctuated by moans as I picked up the pace, her ass clenching around me. Kaylee watched, her face pale, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity.
I pulled out, leaving Karen panting. "Your turn, Kaylee. Same position."
Kaylee shook her head frantically, but her body moved, climbing onto the counter beside her mother.
Karen, still catching her breath, reached over, spreading Kaylee's cheeks. "Listen to me, Kaylee," she said, her voice sharp despite her own humiliation.
"Don't fight it. It'll hurt less if you just… let it happen."I lubed up again and pressed into Kaylee's tight, untouched ass. She yelped, her slim body tensing, but Karen's hands held her steady.
"Breathe, Kaylee! Push back!" Karen snapped, her Karen attitude shining through even in this depraved moment.
I thrust slowly, letting Kaylee adjust, her whimpers turning to reluctant moans as the mind control forced her to feel pleasure.
Karen watched, her fingers slipping back between her own legs, unable to stop herself.
"Karen, keep teaching," I said, speeding up. "Tell her how to love it."
Karen's voice was a mix of anger and arousal. "Kaylee, move your hips… like this." She demonstrated, rolling her own hips as if I were still inside her.
"It… it feels good when you sync with the rhythm. You'll hate it, but you'll want more."
Kaylee followed, her movements hesitant but growing bolder, her slim frame rocking back against me.
The sight of mother and daughter, both Karens, submitting to my commands was intoxicating.
I pulled out of Kaylee and turned to Karen. "Both of you, on your knees. I'm going to cum on your faces, and you're both going to cum when I do."
They scrambled to obey, their faces a mix of defiance and resignation.
I jerked off, aiming at their upturned faces—Karen's full lips and Kaylee's pouty ones.
As the first ropes of cum hit them, they both shuddered, their bodies convulsing in forced orgasms. Karen's moans were loud, almost theatrical, while Kaylee's were softer, almost embarrassed.
I grabbed my phone, snapping pictures of their cum-splattered faces. "Scoop it up and eat it," I commanded. Karen glared but obeyed, her fingers collecting the cum and bringing it to her mouth.
"Kaylee, do it like your mom," I said. Kaylee hesitated, but Karen grabbed her wrist, guiding her fingers.
"Don't be a baby, Kaylee. Lick it clean." Kaylee followed, her tongue darting out, her face scrunching in disgust but unable to stop.
I switched to video mode. "Karen, tell the camera how much you love this. Kaylee, agree with her."
Karen's voice was venomous but compliant. "I love being your… your slut, Jacobs."
Kaylee mumbled, "Yeah, me too," her cheeks burning. I laughed, saving the video.
"Good girls. Now, Karen, you're going to keep that dildo I'm giving you in your ass all day, every day, until you can take it without flinching. Kaylee, you'll do the same, but you'll come to me for inspections every week."
I handed them each a remote cock, which transformed into realistic eight-inch dildos. "Insert them now," I said.
Karen's hands shook as she lubed hers up, sliding it into her ass with a grimace. Kaylee whimpered, struggling to get hers in, but Karen coached her through it, her voice sharp.
"Stop whining, Kaylee. Just push it in. You'll get used to it." Long minutes passed as they worked the dildos in, their faces contorted in pain and humiliation.
"See you both next week," I said, leaving them panting on the kitchen floor. Over the next two weeks, I felt the remote cocks being used daily, Karen's movements growing smoother, Kaylee's more hesitant but improving.
Their attitudes shifted too—Karen was less shrill, Kaylee less snarky, both wary of me but unable to resist their new desires.One evening, they showed up at my door, Karen in a tight dress that barely hid the dildo's outline, Kaylee in leggings that did the same.
"We… we did what you said," Karen muttered, her face flushed. Kaylee nodded, avoiding my gaze.
I led them inside, commanding them to strip and bend over the couch.
I checked their progress, sliding the dildos in and out, both women moaning despite their protests.
"Karen, you're going to ride me now," I said, sitting on the couch. "Kaylee, watch and learn." Karen straddled me, guiding my cock into her ass with a practiced ease, her face a mix of loathing and lust.
"Kaylee, see how she moves," I said. "You're next."
Karen bounced, her big breasts jiggling, her voice coaching even as she rode me.
"Kaylee, keep your back straight… it helps… oh God… it helps it go deeper."
When it was Kaylee's turn, she climbed on, her slim body trembling but eager despite herself.
Karen guided her, one hand on her daughter's hip, the other on my cock. "Slow at first, Kaylee. Let it… fill you."
Kaylee obeyed, her moans growing louder, her Karen attitude melting into submission.
I recorded it all, the two Karens taking turns, their bodies moving in sync, their faces showing the conflict of their forced desires.
"You're both addicted to this now," I said.
"You'll hate it, but you'll beg for it. And Karen, you'll keep teaching Kaylee until she's as good as you."
As I finished, spraying cum across their faces again, they came hard, their bodies shaking. Karen licked her lips, then guided Kaylee to do the same. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice both proud and broken.
I smiled, knowing this was just the beginning of their new reality.