Brin Vs. Midara Stage Magician

After completely covering him in kisses the woman finally pulled away. Giving him a moment to recover and for the crowd to enjoy her handiwork.

Brin stood there, his knees wobbling. He had still managed to remain in control a little bit, but it was clear to all the women watching that this had taken more a toll on his lipstick soaked mind.

The third woman approached. Pulling Brin into a soft and gentle kiss. Her lips sweetly meeting his and flooding him with intimate pleasure. Her pink lipstick smearing against him.

Brin moaned into the soft kiss, a welcome relief from the intense smooches he had received prior. He practically melted into her kiss as he felt the familiar sticky, wet sensation of her lipstick smearing all over his mouth, making his lips just as bright and pink as hers.

The woman held the gentle, intimate kiss for what felt like ages, her lips sweetly working Brin's own before she finally pulled away with a loud smack.

Brin stood there, stunned once again from how wonderful the kiss felt, his head slumping a little bit from the pleasure, the bunny ears he was wearing tilting a bit as well. 'Wow...' He said, a goofy, horny grin plastered on his lipstick covered face.

The pink lipped woman simply giggled and winked cutely in response before backing off to give the final contestant her chance. The final woman marched up imposingly, but instead of going in for a kiss she pulled out a tube of shiny black lipstick and began to thickly apply it to her lips in long, sensual strokes. Putting on a show for the Lipstick Knight.

Brin stared at the shiny black lipstick, such a dominant color fitting how imposing and dominantly she put on the lipstick. He stared at the tube as it went around and around her lips, his eyes following every movement as her lips got shinier and stickier. Part of him wanted to ask her for a coat, but he held off.

As the clock ticked down the woman continued to apply layer after layer, until her lips positively dripped with lipstick. Just when it seemed she might not kiss Brin at all she suddenly pulled him into a deep and powerful kiss. Her thick black lipstick completely covering his lips as her tongue rapidly dominated his mouth.

Brin moaned loudly, the effects this extremely sloppy and sticky smooch was having on him obvious to just about everyone watching. He felt his eyes flutter and some more precum stain his bunnygirl outfit as he felt her plump, wet lips dominate his own and stain him with even more lipstick.

The kissing lips pressed in harder and harder, forcing Brin to lean back as the black lipped woman towered over him. At the last possible second she broke the kiss, smugly whispering "Kiss Slave" in his ear before pulling away with a grin, his lips now as black and sticky as hers.

Brin fell on his butt, his lips a sticky, painted mess of black lipstick, his eyes glazed over completely as he felt another spurt of precum in his bunnysuit. 'Kiss Slave...' He repeated, his mind a complete mess as he drooled a bit, making kissing motions with his lips on instinct. He was practically in love with the woman and her black lipstick smooches. He could hardly be called a judge, but it seemed he had chosen a winner for the lipstick kissing game regardless.

The other woman pouted in disappointment as it became clear that they had been bested, but Brin still needed to give his final verdict. The four lined up as Irene pulled him to his feet. "Well? Who won?" She asked as the contestants blew him kisses and posed erotically in a futile effort to sway him. Meanwhile the black lipped woman merely puckered her lips and winked, knowing full well that she had won.

As much as he hated to disappoint the other women, Brin was too honorable (And too horny and hypnotized) to lie to them. He blushed, before gesturing to the last woman who puckered her sticky black lips at him, before saying '...She won.' He admitted, still feeling the effects of her mind numbing kiss, like the black lipstick was tar smothering his thoughts.

Irene nodded at the black lipped woman as the other three accepted their defeat. "Congratulations. Stop by my trailer after the show for your prize." The magician told her before suddenly pushing Brin into the dominant woman's embrace. Her black lips instantly trapping his in another mind melting kiss.

Even though Brin was being treated as some sort of prize, he didn't mind it one bit. He once again felt all the resistance leave his body as he was trapped in a sticky, sloppy smooch with the winner, her familiar, sticky black lipstick smearing onto his lips as he was trapped in her embrace.

As the winner held the kiss all the other contestants stopped by to give Brin a sticky farewell smooch. Some rough, some gentle, but all smearing his face with multicolored lipstick. Finally the black lipped woman broke the kiss, giving the Lipstick Knight a wink before returning to her seat with a self satisfied swagger.

After another glorious parade of lipstick kisses, Brin dreamily waved the women goodbye as they went back to their seat, their lipstick clinging to his skin like a wet reminder of what they had done to him. He was so very happy to have been just as horny and mesmerized as his Mistress wanted him to be. He waited to see what else could be next as he looked over to the beautiful magician.

The show continued, with Irene teasing him senseless through several more tricks. Eventually she decided it was time for some more "audience participation". "Who here thinks they could hypnotize my weak willed assistant?" She asked, with almost a third of the audience raising their hands.

Brin looked around, the knight blushing madly after being teased by the magician so many times. And the thought of even more audience participation only made that blush grow deeper. Honestly, he was pretty sure that just about any women here could hypnotize the buunysuit wearing knight. He waited to see who exactly would be given the chance to make him theirs.

Irene called four women up to the stage. "Same rules as last time. Whoever best reduces him to a horny tranced out mess wins." She explained. "Ready Brin?" She asked as the women lined up, licking their lips and looking at him lustfully.

Like before, Brin didn't really have the option to refuse, and he didn't want to at all. He gave the woman a submissive nod, ready to have his brain turned to mush once again. '...Ready.' He said, eager to see what exactly was about to happen.

The first woman, a short blonde with a big smile and a calculating expression, marched forth. Pulling out a long necklace with a eye-catching green gem in the center. She began to sway it back and forth before Brin's eyes. Not saying a word, knowing full well how some one as submissive as him would react.

Brin, the relatively simple minded guy he was, fell for it hook, line and sinker. He began to watch the necklace, loving how pretty and shiny it looked. He watched the green gem swing in front of his eyes, all other feeling starting to leave his body. 'Pretty...' He whispered, focusing hard on it.

"You love my necklace." The woman hypnotizing him said. "It's so pretty. So captivating. You can't possibly look away." She told him in a sultry whisper.