Boris’ eyes were slowly opening from the unexpected slumber. He’d enjoyed Lara’s cooking and finished the rest of the juice, and then he’d swiftly fallen asleep on the couch shortly after.

His brain was so slow to process, and his vision was still blurry on account of the sleep, so he could barely make out where he was. The cold feeling beneath his cheeks somewhat helped him realize he’d probably landed on the floor sometime after he got into the couch. Everything after the meal was one big blur in his head, but he’d remembered how good the actual meal was.

“Boris? Are you awake?”

Lara was somewhere in the area, but she sounded far off. Maybe his ears were also recalibrating or something. He was finally awake enough to try to sit up, and his vision was coming back into focus.

But the picture his eyes were giving him didn’t seem right. Normally, he’d be appalled, but somehow he was a mix of confused and intrigued.

“Wake up, Boris. I need you to do me a favor.”

Lara was seated a few feet away from him, but she was sitting in his rolling chair, facing away from him. He could see the bottom of the chair, where the actual seat was, and from behind it looked like Lara was butt naked.

“What? What do you need?”

His suspicions were confirmed in short order when Lara turned around, wearing nothing but a crotchless G-string and red f*ck-me pumps.

His brain tried to get him to look away but something else froze him in his tracks. It was almost like an override command in his head that he couldn’t quite refuse. Like someone had taken control of his body and was dictating its every move while he watched on helplessly.

Lara saw him struggling, and knew she had him. She got up, and slowly started towards him. “I gave you the chance to be a willing participant. I wanted us to share this together mainly because I know you have feelings for me, even though you’ve done the right thing and not said anything.”

Boris wanted to speak so badly, but his brain was only interested in the visual his eyes were getting.

“I wish you’d simply said yes to me, but you had to try and be proper.” She got to where he was sitting, and then with her heel, she pushed him back onto the floor, face up. “Here’s something you should’ve known about me by now: I will not be denied by any man.”

With that, she lowered herself onto his face, looked at him ever so endearingly, then ordered with a straight face: “Eat!”

*****

For the next three weeks, Boris waited on Lara hand and foot. He wasn’t particularly rich, but the money he made from working on-campus at school translated to a lot when converted, and Lara knew just how to spend it.

From Instagram stores to brick and mortar boutiques, Lara purchased everything she’d ever wanted which Clarence had denied, from rompers to two-piece dresses to shoes to lingerie. She got Boris to get her a small fridge for her room in her granduncle’s house, and then she got him to fill this fridge. She even got new makeup out of the spree, and she could not be happier at how eager he was to fulfill her every request.

Coochie power was forever undefeated, and all it took was one taste to make him her slave. Of course, she also had her little secret sauce to thank for making this happen. She didn’t believe it when she was told that it could last up to a month, but so far it had remained just as potent as it was the first day she used it. He was mostly himself, except he was basically a tabaa for her, just as she wanted.

She was currently in the bedroom by herself while he watched a football match in the living room, and she was done being alone. Why wasn’t he here with her?

“Boris!”

No response.

“Boris!!”

Still nothing.

She went downstairs and found him in his usual spot. “Boris, please come to bed. I need you to hold me.”

Boris barely looked up at her while he responded, “I’ll be there in a minute. The game’s almost over.”

That response got her fired up, but she was not about to yell. “Boris, turn the game off and come upstairs with me. I won’t ask you again.”

This time, he turned and looked at her. “Babe, please let me finish watching this game. I’ll do whatever you want, but only after. Okay?”

He went back to watching the match, but the fact that he’d said the very word he hated hearing from her three weeks ago tickled her.

But then she started to feel patronized, like a little girl waiting for her father to finish working so he could play with her. She was irresistible, and she will not be denied. It was time to show him where power lies.

It was the 95th minute, and the referee looked ready to blow the whistle. The problem? There was a winger who had picked the pocket of a lazy full back at the halfway line, and had promptly made a lung-busting run with the ball down the line. He’d cut inside and had whipped in a wicked cross, waiting for the striker who was in pole position to win the header ahead of the one defender and the goalkeeper, who had come out to get the ball.

Just as the ball reached the box, the TV went off inexplicably.

Frustrated was an understatement to describe Boris in that moment. He was so engulfed in the suspense, only to have the rug pulled out from under him. He went straight to the TV to see if something had happened with the plug, but then he heard his name in a very gentle tone.

He turned around, and Lara was waving her bra at him. She passed it between her legs, and then tossed it right at him.

Boris went from being frustrated to being subservient in a heartbeat. It was almost like he was a hypnotized dog which had received its trigger. He caught the bra, and then put it to his nose.

Lara walked over to the couch seductively, lowered herself onto it with her tailbone on the edge, and then opened her legs wide. That was when Boris noticed for the first time that she had come with a prop.

Still bearing the tension from his frustration, Boris headed speedily towards her, but she raised her finger and stopped him. Then, with her finger, she waved him over to the other couch, where he sat, eyes firmly fixed on her.

“Who’s in charge, young man?” Lara took the prop and rubbed her lips with it slowly.

Boris remained focused on her as he followed her every move. She took the prop and started to lick it with her tongue.

“Who’s in charge?”

Then she took the toy and moved it down her body in one slow, exaggerated move, stopping at her chest.

“Who’s in charge?”

Boris, still in a trance and barely moving his lips, answered, “You are.”

“Say it again.”

“You are in charge, babe.”

“Good.” With that, she moved the toy down and began to tease herself with it.

Boris was clearly wanting to be an active participant, but Lara had not ordered him to come to her. She saw the pleading look in his eyes and smiled to herself. Then she ramped up the teasing, using the prop and then also touching her breasts with her free hand. The whimpering and moaning was driving Boris into a frenzy, like he was a stallion champing at the bit to be released.

Lara worked him up a little more, and then motioned him to come over.

She laughed as he immediately raced in, carried her and slammed her back against the wall, pushing his face in between her legs which were resting on his shoulders. Then he spun her upside down, where she fished for his rod while he continued to munch on her dessert offering.

******

Later that night, while Boris snored in deep sleep, Lara sat up on the bed, looking at him. She knew that this drug would start to wear off soon, and she needed to decide what to do.

She’d gotten everything she wanted and then some. All the attention she could ever want, all the pleasuring, everything. She’d been spoilt every which way possible and she couldn’t be happier, but she’d only gotten it by drugging her best friend. If she used this second dose, she could possibly permanently hook him. She’d been warned about using the whole amount back to back, but which man was going to treat her this good of his own volition?

She actually felt guilty about doing this to the one man who truly gave a damn, but she didn’t care enough about it. No man had ever treated her this well; f*ck them all. Even if this one was good to her, he was still a man. He’d have to take this punishment for his team.

She took her bag and pulled out the vial, along with a syringe. She sat in thought for a second, and then proceeded to inject Boris with the rest of the drug.

Disgusting, ain’t it? Lara’s basically turned Boris into some stupefied slave of hers. So much for being his best friend…