Gemma's Experiment [F19/M19] [Femdom] [Mind Control] [Feet]

Gemma entered the dorm room with an odd look on her face, but Ben was too absorbed in his game to notice. His roommate Axel did happen to look up as she came in and he was about to make one of his usual rude remarks, but Gemma cut him off.

“Hey, Axel,” she said with a sweet smile and direct eye contact, “could you give us the room for a little bit?”

Axel was halfway to telling her to get lost when he found himself smiling back at her instead. “Yeah, sure, Gem. That’s fine.”

Gem? Where the fuck had that come from? He had never once called her Gem. In fact, Axel had barely spoken to her at all for the several months he had been forced to share a room with her boring, stoner boyfriend, Ben. And here he was being nice to her. Axel wasn’t just being nice either, he was off his bed and out of the room practically the moment she finished asking him to leave.

Gemma stopped him on his way out of the room and handed him some cash. “Find something to do for a couple hours, ok?”

Gemma was looking into his eyes. She was standing right in front of him and breathing the same air as him. Axel felt like he might pass out. Gemma was smiling at him and it felt like getting hit by a truck carrying love songs and perfume. He had never noticed how pretty she was. Should he tell her? He thought about it. Then he realized he was standing in front of her like a mute dork. Holy shit. He wasn’t saying anything. He couldn’t make himself say anything to her. She was too much. Too perfect. Axel had never considered Gemma with her piercings and tattoos and bright pink hair to be his type. He wondered what was wrong with him. How had he ever been in the same room as her so many times and not noticed that she was so stunning?

Somehow he managed to nod his head in response to her question.

“Thanks, man. Make sure you knock when you come back.” She patted him on the shoulder, dismissing him. Axel nearly walked into the door on his way out of the room, he was so out of sorts.

Something about this truly bizarre, never-before-seen cordiality from Axel broke through Ben’s weed and video game haze. Gemma was standing in the middle of the room and smiling at him.

“The fuck was that?” he asked, without pulling his attention away from the screen.

“Oh, nothing,” Gemma said. “I just needed to talk to you alone.”

Ben glanced at the door. “That’s crazy. I don’t think he’s left the room since September.”

Gemma just smiled. “You have something on your nose. Can you scratch it for me?”

Absentmindedly, Ben reached up and scratched the itch. She giggled. Ben wasn’t sure what the joke was. “What did you need to talk to me about?”

Gemma looked around the room, as if searching for something. “Can you pass me a tissue?” she said. The only tissue box in the room was on the desk, almost within arm’s reach of where she stood. Ben looked from her to the tissues and back to her, but she just stood there, hands clasped and smirking. Whatever back talk was about to bubble up from inside him died before it left his lips. Instead, Ben found himself dropping the game controller, rolling out of bed, and retrieving a tissue for his girlfriend that she easily could have gotten herself and didn’t seem to particularly want.

“Gemma, what’s going on? You’re acting so fucking weird.”

“Sorry, Ben. I just wanted to try something.”

“Try what?”

Gemma pursed her lips in thought, “I don’t know how to explain it.”

“OK…”

“I guess it’s like a magic trick? Sort of?”

“You learned a magic trick?”

“Kind of, but not really.”

“You’re not making any sense, Gemma.”

“Maybe it’s easier if I show you.” For the first time since entering the room, she locked eyes with him. A change seemed to come over Ben. He stood up straighter. His breath caught in his chest.

“Stand on one foot.”

One of Ben’s feet popped off the ground.

“Hop three times.”

Again, he complied immediately.

“See? I can make you do stuff. I just wanted to see if I could really do it.”

Now Ben was really confused. He had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach, like a tugging sensation. “Do stuff? Do you mean like you hypnotized me?”

“Yeah, sort of. I haven't waved a watch in front of you or put you in a trance. I just tell you what to do and you do it. I don't really know how it all works ”

Ben laughed. “You aren't mind-controlling me, babe. I was playing along. It’s called being a good boyfriend.”

Gemma pointed down at his feet. “You’re still balancing on one foot, Ben.”

Ben turned beet red. “I don’t… That doesn’t…” He was starting to feel a noticeable tightness in his jeans.

“You can put your foot down,” Gemma told him and only then did his foot drop to the ground.

Ben started laughing. “I can’t believe you bought that. I was screwing with you.”

Gemma reached out for his hand, “I’m telling you, Ben. I’m controlling your mind.”

“This is crazy, Gem. Even for you.”

Gemma bristled. If he needed her to prove it, then she’d fucking prove it. “I'm crazy? Ok, what if I tell you to do something you would never ever do?”

He scoffed. “Ok, let’s see it.”

She marched over and grabbed Axel’s wastepaper basket. “Wear this,” she commanded, holding it out to him.

Ben couldn’t believe it. She looked so confident, like she really expected him to do it. Ben crossed his arms, ready to rub it in her face. It was all a big joke. Except when he thought he was crossing his arms, they didn’t obey him. Instead he reached out to grab the basket and then dropped it on his own head. The few crumpled up balls of paper inside fell at his feet. Ben shut his mouth. He didn’t know what to say. He couldn't help but notice that the semi-erection from before was now straining painfully against the crotch of his pants. Fuck, was some part of him enjoying this?

Gemma sure was. She was grinning from ear to ear. He felt his heartbeat quicken a little bit and his shame melt away. This was some fucking trick. How was she doing this?

Unfortunately for Ben, Gemma wasn’t quite done proving him wrong. “And now I want you to quack like a duck,” she commanded.

He opened his mouth to ask her how she was doing this to him and what came out was “QUACK!” Ben clamped his mouth shut in shock. His face must have been hilarious because Gemma burst into laughter.

He tried to say, “Very funny, now change it back.” He tried really hard to form the words. It was easy. He just needed to focus. But he focused as hard as he could and it still came out as “Quack quack quack.”

At this point Gemma was doubled over laughing. He just looked like he couldn’t believe it every time. It was adorable. She was also really relishing wiping off his cocky grin. That was long gone now. It had been replaced with the deepest blush she had ever seen on anyone, least of all Ben, usually Mr. Nonchalant. And if she wasn’t mistaken he was also rock hard at the moment.

“If you like that, let’s see what else I can come up with.” Gemma teased. “Ben, are you a foot guy? Do you have a fetish I don’t know about?”

Ben opened his mouth and out came a deflated “quack quack.”

“Nod your head yes or no.”

He shook his head.

You are now, she thought to herself and had to stifle another laugh.

Moving slowly, she let him watch her reach down and pull off her flip-flops one at a time. Gemma held them up to him and locked eyes. Ben couldn’t have torn his eyes away if he had wanted to and he did not want to.

Gemma couldn’t help but laugh as she told him: “Lick these, Benjamin.”

She had been wearing them all day. They were dirty and sweaty and definitely smelled like her feet. There was no way Ben would put his mouth on them. Unless he had no choice. Unless she really was controlling his mind and one look into her eyes had evaporated all of his own free will. Sure enough, Ben reached out and grabbed them both greedily. He brought the first one up inside the wastebasket perched on his head and began licking the whole length of the insole heel to toe like he needed to taste all of it.

She would like to see him deny it now. Her little experiment had gone flawlessly. It had gone even better than she could have hoped for because Ben had a tent pitched in the front of his pants that she could see twitching helplessly. She definitely hadn’t told him to do that. Obviously, he was enjoying it as much as she was. Poor Ben was learning about all kinds of fetishes that he didn’t know he had today. Gemma was giddy with the possibilities.

She stepped in closer. The look she had in her eyes was different now. So what if she wanted to gloat? She had clearly won their little argument and they both knew it. Things would be different now. She was several inches shorter than him and therefore looking up, but they both knew at that moment who would be running the show from then on. Gemma was perfect and amazing and now she had him right where she wanted him. That thought gave him that funny twinge in his belly. It also made him the hardest he had ever been in his life.

Gemma leaned in very close. She looked down at his tongue licking her shoe. “Now the other one, Baby.”

He couldn't help himself. Ben brought it up and started licking that one clean. It was too much for him. The power she had over him. The look on her face. He felt the orgasm build to a breaking point. Before he knew it he was creaming his jeans. Gemma noticed and she seemed to love the effect she was having on him.

After he was done convulsing with pleasure, Gemma took the flip-flops from him and lifted the bucket off his head. She pulled his head down for a long kiss. When it broke, she said, “We have some time until Axel gets back. Wanna try some of my other ideas?”

He nodded frantically.

“I need to hear a yes.”

“QUACK!”

Gemma grinned from ear to ear. “That’s good enough for me.” Then she pushed him down on the bed and jumped on top of him.