The Puppeteer isn’t controlling me. Not really, thought the superheroine Lodestone as she stripped off her armor. I can stop any time I want.

“Put your hands over your head and keep them there, my pretty little super slut,” barked the Puppeteer.

Lodestone lifted up her hands, arching her back and thrusting out her tits. I just like the way it feels when I do what she says. It’s not mind control. It’s my choice.

“Tell me you’re helpless before me,” said the Puppeteer.

“I’m helpless before you,” Lodestone said, her voice thick with arousal.

“Tell me you have no choice but to obey,” said the villainess.

“I have no choice,” the heroine moaned. If having no choice feels this good, I always want to be under her control!

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