I'll admit I may have overdone it a little with Matt that first night together. It started with a game involving a champagne bottle where I told him to feel everything I did to the bottle on his cock. I teased him by rubbing the bottle, licking up the neck, and drinking from it. Matt really seemed to be enjoying himself, but he was having a little trouble forming a coherent thought. That only made it more fun for me. It was so hot how his moans turned to whimpers and desperate pleading with his eyes.

Matt was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows. His cock was out and so hard it was practically quivering. I stood over him, close but just out of reach. I was wearing an oversized t-shirt and absolutely nothing underneath. I had the wine bottle pressed up against my mouth, driving him wild with the lightest touch and promising even more pleasure to come. It was simply too much for him to bear. He sat up and reached around my waist to pull me on top of him. I could see it in his eyes. He was so ready to fuck me, ready to blow his load inside me like he would have already done with every other girl he had ever been with. But I wasn’t like any other girl. And that wasn’t exactly the night I had in mind. Sure, we would likely end up there, but I was not nearly finished playing with him.

I was still brand new to being in total control over a man and I slipped up. I must have pushed him a bit too far, because his desperation to end the teasing and slide his cock inside me won out. Matt reached around my waist and managed to pull me on top of him so I was kneeling on the edge of the bed. His cock was pressed up against my pussy. I could see the wave of pleasure roll over him when he felt how wet my slit was. This was quickly getting out of hand. He was angling his hips to slide inside me.

“Wait!” I commanded him. “Don’t move a muscle.” I poured every ounce of power my voice had into the command and it had an instantaneous effect. Matt’s body had frozen with his hips in the air off the bed. Happy to have reasserted my control over the situation, I rolled off him and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “That’s not how tonight is going to go, Matthew. I’m not done with you just yet.”

His expression had changed. The lustful hunger had left his features and been replaced with a more submissive and desperate look. He had gambled that he could take what he wanted and lost. So it was my turn to show him what happens to bad boys who disobey me. I stood up and pulled the shirt over my head. His gaze slid up and down my body. I knew if he had control over himself, he would have pulled me into bed with him again. He needed me so badly, but I had a few more games I wanted to play before I let him anywhere near my pussy. He’d be waiting a lot longer after his little stunt.

The champagne bottle had fallen on the bed when he pulled me on top of him and most of the contents had sloshed onto the covers. I shook my head reproachfully. “Look what you did, Matthew. You made a mess.” I reached over him and picked up the bottle, draining the last of the contents. Matt startled as he felt the sensation of my lips kissing the tip of his cock. He must have forgotten he was still enchanted to feel everything I did to the wine bottle. For me, personally, I was really enjoying reminding him of his current predicament. The poor guy was still rigidly holding his hips up off the bed in the position I had frozen him in. He looked fatigued already. His abs visibly trembled. I wondered how long he would hold it if I made him. Maybe forever. Would that be too cruel? Or an appropriate punishment for a greedy boy? I surveyed the scene trying to decide where to begin. I’d leave him like that a little longer at least and let him sweat it out. It would be a good lesson to learn. Follow my lead and you’ll feel like you’re in heaven, but try to take control away from me and I can make things very difficult for you.

I tossed the bottle aside. I wouldn’t need that anymore. All I needed was my imagination and my voice to have this boy wrapped around my finger.

“You can’t come until I say so, ok?” I gave a light flick to his penis. He groaned through gritted teeth. “Can you at least try to be a good boy for me?”

I told him to imagine my mouth on his cock, making long, slow trips up and down his length. His breath caught as he felt a blowjob that wasn’t really happening. I smiled down at him. If he liked that, how would he like another mouth on his member? I’m sure every guy had a fantasy of two girls going down on him at once. “You also feel my mouth sucking and slurping up your cock. That one feels like the wettest, sloppiest blowjob of your life. You feel like you’re going to come any second, but you just can’t quite get there.” His eyes went wide as he tried to process both sensations at once. Little did he know I was only getting started.

“You can relax now,” I told him and his body collapsed on the bed.

“Th-thank you.” He stammered. He could barely get the words out. He was too overwhelmed with the pleasure I was inflicting on him. I was having a lot of fun flexing my power like this, so I decided to see what I could do to him.

I thought of every pleasure I could pile on, and told him to feel them all simultaneously. Before I knew it I had lost count of how many touches, caresses, and licks he was feeling. I think the poor guy was getting at least half a dozen phantom blow jobs, three mouths kissing and biting his neck, and one sucking his toes. And all of that would normally have him coming like a geyser in an instant, except I had taken away his ability to come without my permission. Like I said, I had probably gone a little overboard.

Matt went from moaning and writhing to nearly catatonic and unable to form words. I’m sure it felt good. It was all pleasure. It was just so much pleasure that it had to be driving him insane. From my vantage point, next to the hotel bed, his throbbing cock had turned a frustrated beat-red color. That sure looked uncomfortable. Maybe it was time to ease off a little and let him release that pent-up orgasm. I just wanted to go grab another bottle of wine and then I would come back and fuck him. As soon as I came on his cock, I’d let him have a release. It would probably be the best he had ever had by a mile.

“You wait here.” I told him and left the room. I saw the panic flash in his eyes. I was turning around and walking away, leaving him desperate for release. I smiled as he groaned in frustration. Poor boy, I thought.

I shut the bedroom door behind me. From across the suite, John ran up to me on all fours growling like the bad dog he was. I couldn’t help but laugh. I almost forgot I had hypnotized him to think he was a dog.

“Bad dog!” I scolded him and wagged my finger. “Sit!” He instantly planted his butt on the ground in perfect obedience. It was pretty funny how this grown man accustomed to being taken very seriously in boardroom meetings was doing tricks for me. He had been a real asshole and a creep to me when he thought I was just a twenty-something server in his favorite restaurant. He had really fucked up by pissing off a real-life goddess. If anyone deserved a little humiliation and a hit to the ego, it was John and I was happy to be the one to humble him.

I looked down at him. “Maybe the bad doggy needs some obedience training.” John’s eyes widened.

At that moment, there was a pounding at the door to the hotel room. “Police! Open up!” My heart leapt up into my throat. I glanced around the room wondering how I would explain this. Then I remembered who I was and what I could do. Surely, police officers would be just as susceptible to my voice as anyone. I just needed to tell them to leave or something. I’d figure it out.

John growled at the door and I shushed him. My heart was pounding as I searched for the robe I had left lying around. I didn’t exactly want to answer the door nude. I had to keep this as simple as possible.

“You, go sit on the couch,” I ordered John. I grabbed the robe off the back of a chair, threw it around my shoulders and cinched it tight. It would have to do.

The police were pounding on the door again. I hurried over to the door and looked through the peephole. Sure enough there were two cops on the other side. They definitely looked legit. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

“How can I help you officers?” I asked, making my voice so hypnotic and sweeter than honey. I could see both of them lose their train of thought. They both shamelessly checked me out in my robe. Maybe I should have answered the door naked, I thought. This was going to be easier than I thought.

One of the cops tried to regain his composure. He looked like the more senior of the two, with a shaved head and tattoo sleeves on both arms. I doubt if he was used to being thrown off like this. Still, he stammered trying to find his authoritative cop voice, which I thought was so cute. “Uh, um, Ma’am we’re here to, uh, do a welfare check on Mr…uh…”

The other cop interrupted. “Hey, is that guy ok?”

I followed his gaze behind me only to find John sitting on the couch like I had told him to, except he was sitting the way a dog would with his legs pulled up under him and his hands on the cushion. I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. Like I said, I was still new to my powers.

Maybe this wouldn’t be quite so simple. I painted a relaxed, confident smile on my face and turned back to the cops. “Why don’t you come in?”

The older, more experienced cop radioed in a code to dispatch and then they nodded and followed me in.

Just fantastic, I thought.

The younger cop brushed past me and walked up to John, while the other pulled me aside.

“Mr. Spinelli, we received a call from your wife tonight saying you’ve been out of contact for a few days. She had found some charges to your credit card and this hotel and she asked us to check up on you.”

John growled at the cop. He was startled and took a step back. His hand instinctively went to his holster. This was getting out of hand fast.

“Mr. Spinelli, are you ok?”

“Is he on something?” The bald cop asked me.

“No,” I said, “It’s like a sex thing. He pretends to be a dog. It’s a whole thing.”

It was a weak explanation, but they were barely paying attention to me. They were far more concerned with the man on the couch who thought he was a dog. John started barking at them. The bald cop reached up to his radio and I just panicked. I needed to do something before this got even worse.

I threw every ounce of power into my voice, “WAIT!” The cop froze instantly with his hand on the radio. I said the first thing that came to mind. “You are so, so tired. You’ve never been this tired in your life. Why don’t you go to sleep and we can pick this up tomorrow?”

Before I had even finished talking the cop was crumpling on to the ground where he stood. The younger cop was looking between me, his snoring partner, and John.  I held my hands up to tell him to be calm. It didn’t work. The hand in his gun started instinctively to lift towards me.

“Whoa! Drop it!”

The gun clattered on the ground. “You go stand in the corner until I tell you otherwise. And don’t fucking do anything.” Like a robot, the cop strode into the corner.

I turned on John. Now, I was fucking fuming. He looked scared, which was good. That was the correct emotion to feel.

“Did you call your wife?”

John whined.“You’re a man again! Now answer me and don’t you dare fucking lie. Did you call her?”

“Yes, Sophie,” he gulped. “I dialed the phone with my nose.”

I started pacing. This had almost gone so wrong. I needed time to think about what to do. I turned to look at John. He seemed to wither under my glare.

“You’re way too smart for your own good, John.”

“Sophie, I-” He started to interrupt.

I leaned in over him and whispered, “Everytime you speak your IQ will drop by forty points, ok? I don’t need you to think. I need you to listen and obey.”

He couldn’t resist trying to argue his case, “Sophie…”

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. It had suddenly become much harder to construct a sentence. “Suh…Soph…”

His eyes were glazed over at this point. “Ssssssss.”

He leaned over, drool already leaking down his cheek.  I stood over him, with my hands on my hips. “You stupid son of a bitch. Couldn’t help yourself.”

I surveyed the chaos of the hotel room. One cop snoring on the floor, another cop in the corner scared out of his mind who had just listened to me turn a guy's mind into mashed potatoes. And then John lying where I left him drooling on the couch. As much fun as it had been to ruin John’s life and make him take me on this trip, I couldn’t keep doing this. I’d have to send him back home. If his wife wanted him so badly, she could have him.

I found John’s phone and dialed her number. His wife picked up after the first ring. She must have been waiting for a call. “John, where the fuck have you been?”

“Not John, Sweetheart.” I said.

The woman on the other end of the line stiffened, “Who is this?”

“Your husband’s boss.”“Who?”

“It doesn’t matter. I need you not to make any more calls to the police, ok?”

“Ok?” I wasn’t sure what that meant. Was she agreeing?

“I need to know that you won’t call. Can you promise me that?”

“I promise.” Her voice was compliant and monotone. It sure seemed like she was going to obey. I hoped my voice worked over the phone and on a woman as well as it did with all the men in this hotel room with me.

“Ok, I’ll send him on a flight in the morning.”

“Ok.”

“Goodnight, Tracy.”

“Goodnight.”

That would have to be good enough. I would still keep one of his credit cards. No reason he couldn’t keep spoiling his goddess, especially if I was kind enough to send him back home with restored mental faculties and no compulsion to wag his tail. Though I hadn’t yet decided if I was feeling that generous. Besides, I wanted to show Matt a good time. He was such a sweet guy and I wanted to spoil him.

Then I remembered where I had left Matt. Fuck, I thought. He was probably half-insane with the relentless teasing he’d been experiencing since I left him.

I found him on the hotel bed, passed out. His cock was so red it was verging on purple and it was twitching at full attention, even in his sleep. I wondered what he was dreaming about. I felt bad about how the night had gone. I had really fucked it up. I had proven I didn’t have things as under control as I liked to pretend. I knew I had a lot to learn about being a goddess. By that point I just wanted to go to bed and deal with my messes in the morning. I just needed to take care of one last thing. If nothing else, I could give Matt a little relief. I leaned down and whispered in his ear.

Cum exploded from the tip of cock and practically painted the ceiling. I kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” After that, I got into bed next to him, pulled the covers up and went to sleep.