Owning My Boss

Unprotected Trance, Volume 2

Nadia Nightside

Published by Midnight Publishing, 2015.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events
are entirely coincidental.

OWNING MY BOSS

First edition. April 23, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 Nadia Nightside.

Written by Nadia Nightside.

 Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Owning My Boss (Unprotected Trance, #2)
Author's Note: All Characters Depicted Herein Are 18 Years Of
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Owning My Boss

I stood over the once-proud beauty. Taking her hair in one hand,
rubbing my manhood up and down her cheek. A trail of cum left
behind on the smooth skin. She was an angel drenched in my seed,
and filled with it too. And I had more and more to flood her with—
more than I could believe. My need to take her, fill her, shape her,
was endless.
“You’ll be mine. Forever.”
“I’ll be yours. Forever!”
She repeated obediently. Fervently. Blissful warmth tinging her
voice like the lip print around a glass. After a dose of my cum, they
all repeat whatever I say. They believe whatever I say. My words
become the truth that the core of their thought wraps around.
“You love my cock.”
“I love your cock.”
“You love me.”
“I love you.”
“You'll be my love slave. From now on.”
“I'll be your love slave from now on.”
“You love being in love with me.”
“I love being in love with you.”
“You want me in charge of your life.”
 “I want you in charge of my life.”
I was getting hard again already. Even in her tranced state, she
could sense the growth of my member as it edged toward her face.
Her plush, perfect lips strained forward, wanting to hold me in the
sweet warm cradle of her mouth.
Control is big for me. It's what I want, I've realized, more than
anything. But with this particular beauty on her knees before me—
gorgeous almost beyond compare, and who had otherwise
possessed a completely indomitable will before tasting my seed—
now swearing her life over to my care, I realized truly that this
situation was all entirely out of control.
Even mine.

*****

East Side Pages, the bookstore where I worked, was a doomed

enterprise. And like most doomed enterprises (even all of them?),
there was much to admire about it. No one cares about something
terrible falling apart, after all. Or at least if they do, they’re not sad
about it.
In the middle of a city conflicted with every manner of race,
gender, and class issues you could imagine, the bookstore is a
natural equalizer. Cross-sections of every kind of people like to read.
And in reading, they more about their own problems, more about the
arguments that oppose them. They discover compromise and re-
evaluate the strength of their positions. From fiction they learn the
lives of others—a lifetime of reading fiction is the lifetime of knowing
the lifetimes of thousands, for somehow even in all the strange lie of
their factual being they contain a reality more spiritually satisfying
than any other. New viewpoints, articulated and elaborated, backed
with evidence and anecdote, are the lifeblood of new ideas to solve
problems which plague communities for ages. It’s a privilege to work
in a place with so much concentrated wisdom, humor, and hope.
But over the past few months, all that privilege had been weighed
down by the cold realities of finance, and its ceaseless shadowing of
every movement my beautiful boss, Dawn, had to take to try and
keep us afloat.
 Like most dooms, the doom of East Side Pages started with a
person. And like most doomed persons, that doom started with her
flaws.
She has an enormous number of qualities. Besides being
absolutely heartbreaking beautiful and blonde (and of course, I
would lead with that, horndog that I've become), she was intelligent,
decisive, and introspective. As an eloquent speaker in the LGBT
community, she found her purpose in society as the lesbian who
gave back—the organizer, the meeting-former.
Dawn’s purpose, specifically, was that she wanted to save all the
women in the city from patriarchy. Men were, while not necessarily
foul creatures, fundamentally flawed creatures whose rule was
perpetuated and validated simply by the fact that they had always
ruled. I’ve got my graduate degree in liberal arts. I know exactly
where her arguments are coming from, and I even drew from them to
write my thesis.
But it’s funny how a little thing like having eager sex slaves to do
your every last erotic bidding sort of rearranges your thoughts on the
ills of patriarchy.
Everything I do to Mallory, my sex slave girlfriend, is absolutely
perfect and correct. I know, because she feels wonderful with each
new command, each new action I do to her. And I know she feels
wonderful because I ordered her to feel that way, because her
sensational body had become, over the past five days since I had
discovered my incredible power, little more than the living instrument
of my will upon her.
Just as she wanted. And just as I had made her want.
Thoughts on equality, noble and well-intentioned, start to slide
away under the force of so much perfect, sensual control of a
beautiful woman like Mallory. And the young, tiny beauty Lori. And I
started to daydream, much more than I should, about taking Dawn
somehow, and maybe even her beautiful black partner, Celise.
But Dawn’s flaws weren’t that she cared about equality. It’s just
that she cared too much—past the point of sense. Every weekend,
East Side Pages held a new fundraiser for a different cause, and
each fundraiser with its own set of drinks and eats and seating, all of
which was paid for out of the store’s earnings. She could have taken
money from the fundraising itself, a token fee even to cover
expenses, but she always insisted that the increased presence of
bodies in the store would make up the lost revenue. She had too
much guilt, and too much introspection of that guilt, to ever do what
she perceived as taking advantage of the plights of others.
But it was the same bodies at every fundraiser, or near enough.
And so they had seen what Dawn’s bookstore had to offer. And they
didn’t care to buy any more than they had the week before, or the
week before that, or so on.
This was all compounded by Dawn’s rallying against the status
quo. Everyone who lived in that status quo—the entirety of the
middle class—felt unwelcome in her store. Even the kids who grew
up with the store, went to the rallies and parties she organized,
eventually got nice jobs and started to feel their own wealth as a
form of oppression when inundated with Dawn’s rhetoric. But those
nice-job-havers wanted to enjoy their wealth, like anybody did. And
Dawn’s positions didn’t allow them to enter her shop without guilt.
Dawn’s one last shot at redemption was the Ice Festival. The
problem was, she didn’t have a chance of making it happen.
But I did. I was going to stop the doom of East Side Pages. I had
the power in my hands. Or...well, my cock, really.
Thursday was the day before the Festival. Dawn was out of the
shop, trying to drum up local business support for the Festival and to
ensure that they would be doing their part. The owner of a nearby
knife shop, Blade Works, was actually in charge of the festival itself,
but there was no way that Dawn was going to leave her fate up to
someone else.
She had her own control issues, just like I had mine. It’s just that
mine ended up being more pressing than hers.
So, that morning, I was at the counter with my beautiful girl,
Mallory, slowly grinding my fingers into her bare, wet pussy from
behind her as she tried to catalog inventory. She wasn’t doing a very
good job. It was a mean thing to do, distracting her like that, but I
couldn’t help myself. Mallory was an absolute beauty.
The tiny pleated skirt she wore showed off the extravagant, shiny
length of her tanned, toned legs. High heeled gladiator-style booties
lifted her ass even higher, shaping her delicious curves for maximum
male engagement. The only modest thing about her outfit was the
shirt she wore, just a regular blue tee with a pink bear on it, but with
the dense heaviness of her rounded chest and the way my presence
made her nipples constantly erect in helpless arousal, there was
nothing truly modest about it. Her dark hair was wrapped in sexy
layers of volume around her hair, pinned up in an elegant mess.
Small shiny strands attended her cheeks and brow.
“Baby, I know you’re...what you’re doing, but...”
“I can’t help it,” I said. “You’re so sexy when you squirm.”
I leaned in, letting her feel the hardness of my length against the
bare back of her thigh. “You feel what you do to me?”
She gasped lightly. “How are you hard? After last night, and this
morning...god. Master...”
Oh yeah. That was nice. Hearing her moan out my title like that.
Over the past several days, every time she’d gotten a load of my
cum—and that was several times a day, if I could help it—I washed
her beautiful brain with some basic tenets:
- She trusted me completely.
- She loved me totally.
- I was her Master.
- She was my eager, happy slave.
- Obeying me gave her pleasure.
- She loved my cock.
Occasionally, depending on my mood, some other notions would
get thrown into the mix. That she wanted no man but me. That she
was thrilled to be my girlfriend. That she daydreamed about being
my wife.
That one in particular—the wife daydreams—was interesting to
me because it seemed to wear off after a day or so. It was a passing
fantasy, one brought to my mind as I had her under the influence of
my cum and I imagined her beautiful young body in a bridal gown
and covered in my cum. But then, the next day, she kept hinting at
our life together, at what sort of weddings I liked, that sort of thing.
Ick. No thanks. Maybe, but not yet. Why commit myself like that
to Mallory when potentially I could have any woman in the world
think that way about me?
 Strangely, though, just not mentioning that particular command
anymore seemed to make it go away. Or push it under. Perhaps
every time she went under, the most recent commands held the
most weight with her?
I’d have to do more testing to find out. And sliding my fingers
deeper into the hot, slippery wet folds of her pussy, I definitely knew
that showering Mallory with my cum and layering her servile mind
with commands was one thing I could do whenever I felt like it.
The door rang, and Lori trotted into the store. Her face brightened
when she saw me, and then strangely darkened. That was normal as
of late. Due to shop responsibilities and generally just fucking
Mallory (or being blown by her, or stroked, or her lovely body
otherwise occupying my attention, as it did with my fingers while she
inventoried), I hadn’t spent quite as much attention on Lori as I
originally planned.
In short, I had been staving off fucking her only because of
Mallory’s attentions and my attentions toward Mallory. But, with the
Ice Festival tomorrow, I needed to make sure of where Lori’s head
was. I needed her obedient. The bookstore needed her to be
obedient, or else it would never survive. I knew that for a fact.
And even if that weren’t pressing, the constant confused arousal
she showed toward me was enough to force my hand. She had been
completely sober, as far as I knew, for close to four days now.
Without the constant flow of weed into her system, her complexion
had cleared up beautifully. The tired, stereotypical stoner bags under
her eyes had faded, and she never seemed so worn out or annoyed
as the day stretched on.
“Hey L-Lori,” Mallory breathed, moaning softly under my touch.
“Hey babe,” I said to Lori, smiling.
She shuddered just slightly and smiled back. “Good morning,
guys.” She bit one lip. “Hey, do you want a coffee? Can I get you a
coffee?”
She looked squarely at me, almost ignoring Mallory completely.
Mallory noticed, but didn’t seem to mind. Other people besides me
faded by her notice with ease now, most of the time.
Something was up. I followed Lori back, watching the sweet, tiny
globes of her ass as I followed her. She wore skintight black denim
jeans and a tight sweater that opened broadly over her modest
cleavage. The buttons, open and spread apart, offered a look down
to her sexy, firm cleavage, positioned neatly by a bright pink push-up
bra. Fuck, but I wanted to put her under right away. She still hadn't
sucked my cock, or anything else. It was easy to lace her coffee with
my vials of cum, and I had taken to bringing several with me to work
every day, just in case a good opportunity arose.
Thoughts of Minjee weren't far from my head. The statuesque
Asian beauty still hadn't followed up with her promise to come back.
But she would...and I would be ready for her.
As we neared her coffee stand, she grabbed me, pulling me
down to her height, and whispered in my ear. “Can I talk to you? I
need to talk to you.”
She pulled me back into the secret corner back by her coffee
stand.
“Of course, babe. What’s up?”
She shuddered again. I saw her calm, visibly, but almost just as
soon, her anxiety was right back up.
Calling her “babe” was something I was experimenting with. I
knew I could leave post-hypnotic suggestions and imprints, but I
wanted to find out if I could leave trigger words. It was, incidentally,
the way that the girls' minds seemed to fade—just slightly—as they
repeated my commands in their normal, non-tranced conversation
that brought the idea on. Whenever Mallory told me she trusted me,
or loved me, or loved to fuck me—all the words that I had trained her
with—her face would get ever-so-slightly distant for the time of
saying it. Like she believed the words truer and more to the core of
her being than any other she had ever said. And this happened
whenever she said these words to me.
Every. Single. Time.
I thought perhaps that the words themselves were re-affirming
that hypnotic state of pleasure, trust, and obedience, just a bit at a
time.
So, it was only natural that I try to find out if I could actively
recreate that feeling. The command, then, was that every time I said
“babe” to Lori, she would relax and trust me all the more, while
simultaneously feeling a small spike of pleasure. The more she
heard me say it—or so I had ordered her—the more intense the
feelings would become.
Lori paced to and fro at one end of the secret table.
“I’m just...I’m just fucking confused.”
“What’s wrong?”
I was genuinely worried now. I hadn’t ever seen her act like this.
“I...I found some pot in the back of my closet. I was cleaning it
last night. Just bored, you know. Trying to fill the time. And I wanted
it. God, I wanted it. But I didn’t want it. And I had a bowl all packed,
almost ready to go, but when I almost took a puff, I just...I just threw
it away, and I felt so guilty and I didn’t know why...I mean I love that
stuff. I do. But I know I don’t need it.” Slight glassy stare. One of the
commands I had given her was to give up weed. “I’m just...I’m
confused. And I don’t know why I’m confused, and so I’m scared...”
Her head hung down, hands covering over her face. Almost like a
shield. Not enough of one to withstand what I had in store for her,
though.
“I’m sorry you’re feeling bad.”
I put a hand on her shoulder. She didn't seem to notice it—or
rather, my touch was so natural to her that she thought nothing of it.
“It’s all right.”
“I can take care of this, though.”
“What?”
“I can solve this. Will you let me solve this?”
She laughed. Her sea-green eyes sparkled just slightly. “You’re
kidding, right? What are you going to do to solve me being
confused? You have a fucking lesson plan or something?”
“I need you to trust me for a minute. Okay? Do you trust me?”
Bliss coated her voice. “Of course, Victor. I trust you more than
anyone.”
I squeezed her body against mine, hugging her slight form. She
moaned, almost inaudible. “I want you to suck my cock, okay?”
“Suck your cock?” She shook her head. Her knees bent down
just slightly, nudging against my calves. Her tongue slid slow around
her lips. “Suck your...s-suck it.”
Her words were heavy and slow.
“Lori. I want you to suck my cock. If you trust me, you’ll do this.”
 “I...I do trust you, but...”
She sank all the way down to her knees now. Her hands quickly
and adeptly took down my pants. Soon, my cock was directly in her
lovely face. Those beautiful green eyes were clouded with lust.
“This is crazy. What if...what if Mallory...”
“Don’t worry about Mallory. Trust me, babe.”
Her voice was tinged with awe and pleasure as she began to
stroke my long, firm cock.
“Trust...you...” she looked at my manhood with heated desire.
“Why...why am I doing this?” she asked, licking at the head of my
cock. Little knobs of precum attached to her tongue, sliding down
into her mouth.
“Because you trust me completely,” I said. “And because you find
me very attractive.”
“Oh...” her voice was already far away. “Right.”
No more resistance now. She plunged onto my cock. Her mouth
was tiny, almost too tiny to take my cock, but that's what made her
sucking all the better. I shoved forward, not very much willing to let
her simply give me a blowjob. With my precum flowing down her
throat, she was a mere puppet to taste me and know me as I willed.
Her body vibrated with pleasure beneath me, and soon I had her
backed into a corner between bookshelves, fucking her skull with
abandon.
Own you. I thought. I fucking own you and you don't even know
it.
There had never been a more electrifying thought than that.
Mallory walked by just briefly—and then smiled as she saw the
scene unfold. I nodded back to the counter, gesturing for her to keep
watch. Like a good, obedient slave, she did just that.
Mallory loved that her Master wanted to fuck other girls. I had
made sure of it.
Now I could focus my attention back on Lori. I couldn't last at this
pace forever, and especially not wide out in public. I unloaded on
her, my hips thrusting with abandon. To my surprise and pleasure,
she bobbed her head forward in time with my strokes, moaning with
hot pleasure as I fucked her senseless. My load spilled out in hot
waves of goo, sinking down into her throat and belly. Sinking her
mind down to that deep, dark place where I could mold her opinions,
thoughts, and desires however I wished.
Stroking her hair, I waited until her eyes were completely white. It
was marvelous to watch them shift slowly, the whiteness taking over
the sea-green. This was my timer. The less white her eyes were, the
less trance time I had left.
Dawn might come in at any time, even if she was out taking care
of business. I had to take care of Lori as soon as possible.
“You don’t mind that you don’t want to smoke pot anymore.”
“I don’t mind that I don’t want to smoke pot anymore.”
She smiled, her relaxed body relaxing even deeper. Relief filling
her, tension leaving.
“I don't want you to do any drugs.”
She nodded slightly. “You don't want me to do any drugs.”
“Doing what I want is more important than drugs.”
“Doing what you want is more important than drugs.”
“I don't like you getting high.”
“You don't like me getting high.”
“You don’t want to do any drugs.”
“I don’t want to do any drugs.”
“You want to suck my cock.”
Enthusiasm and heat. “I want to suck your cock.”
“You love to suck my cock more than anything else.”
“I love to suck your cock more than anything else.”
“You’ll suck me off anytime I want.”
“I’ll suck you off anytime you want.”
“Doing what I say makes you feel so good.”
“Doing what you say makes me feel...” she sighed happily, “...so
good.”
“You’ll feel pleasure when I call you ‘babe.’”
Slight shudder. “I’ll feel p-pleasure when you call me ‘babe.’”
“You think you might be in love with me.”
“I think...I might be in love with you.”
“You don't mind sharing me with other girls.”
“I don't mind...”
“You don't mind sharing me with other girls.”
“I don't mind sharing you with other girls.”
 Good. That seemed like it would be enough—or at least a solid
framework to work with later, if I needed. After that—the four
commandments. Trust, Attraction, Loving My Cock, and Cheerful,
Pleasurable Obedience.
No girl of mine is complete without them.
When it seemed like I only had a few minutes left, I re-entered my
cock into her mouth. She sucked it lovingly, automatic. As she came
to, she was still suckling my cock. Her kisses were long and deep,
soulful loving tongue-filled mouth embraces that were almost enough
to get me hard again. Slowly, she came out of it all the way, smiling
up at me.
“God, you’re right.” she wiped her brow. “I feel way better.”
“Good.”
“I...to tell you the truth, it’s like...I don’t even know why I was so
confused. I don’t even want that stuff in my home.” Eyes distant,
voice warm. “I’m glad I threw it away.”
“That’s great, babe.”
Slight shudder, tremble. A flash of desperate aching need up at
me. I pulled up my pants and started out from the hidden corner to
go back to work.
She stood up after a moment, grabbing my sleeve. “Hey. Not so
fast.”
“Yeah?”
“So...I just sucked your cock.”
“I know. You were fantastic at it.”
She smiled, bliss evident in her body language. “Thank you. It’s
just...what about Mallory?”
“What about her?”
“You two are like, crazy about each other all of a sudden. Like,
you're...just so, super duper in love. She won't stop talking about
you. On Monday she was even hearing wedding bells, man. I don’t
want to fuck with that.”
“You didn’t. You won't. Trust me.”
“O-okay.” She nodded, slow. “It’s just...am I...” Her fingers slid into
her belt loops, slight hips waving from side to side. “I don’t want to
only suck you off if like...for that reason. Like just now. To calm me
down, I mean. Even if it worked great. I’d like it—I—I'd like it if I did it
more.”
I smiled and stroked her face. She shuddered softly, no doubt not
noticing the strangeness of her pleasure-filled reaction. “I’d like that
too.”
“So...can I come over later? And we can talk about it? Please?”
I’ll never get tired of a beautiful woman saying “please” to me.
She hugged me tight, accentuating her point.
“Of course, babe. But let’s get to work, yeah? We’ve got people
to serve out there.”

*****

The day hummed along nicely. Lori was sweet on me all day, making
sure my coffee cup stayed full. Mallory raised her eyebrows once or
twice, but only in a suggestive manner. Wanting me to go pin down
the tiny flirt and fuck her until she wasn't able to do anything besides
screaming my name. I knew if Mallory was able, she’d encourage
me to fuck Lori like that, but I’d placed harsh limits on her initiating
sex while we were at work. If we fucked every time that she felt like
it, we would never have any work done.
So, I was her Master, and she was my Slave. She wanted this—I
had made this deep, dark fantasy of hers become absolutely real.
But it was confined to our private spaces—emails and texts, our
apartments (which would soon become one apartment, or so I had
gathered from her desperate begging), and hot whispers.
The command, “You want your Master to fuck as many beautiful
women as he likes,” was a special triumph of mine, I have to say.
If an especially pretty woman came into the store, Mallory would
tug my arm and encourage me to look at her.
“Her, Master?” she would whisper in my ear, fingers sliding along
my spine. “Won't you bring her home with us? I want to watch her
suck your cock...”
One side-effect of all the trances I had performed on Mallory was,
of course, that she found me so immensely attractive now that she
couldn't imagine anyone else not doing the same. I had become
more than just Mallory's type—I was the type. And, while the
constant fucking and Mallory's devotion to making healthy meals
over the past week had helped me drop a few pounds, I wasn't
exactly an Adonis. Just a normal guy with dark hair and a beard that
needed more shaving than it got who somehow had a magical cock.
Later in the afternoon, into the store strolled a tall, older
gentleman in a beautiful charcoal gray suit. He was slightly taller
than average, with a thick bald spot on top of his head covered with
a significant comb-over. A thick belly pushed out in front of him
wherever he walked, though if you were to see him you would not
really characterize him as fat. Just an older American male.
He was Audrey’s father—Audrey being my ex-girlfriend who
barely gave me the time of day even when we dated. His name was
Wallace Sheffield. He was a self-made businessman, owning his first
printing business at the age of twenty, without any formal schooling,
and building a small kingdom of profits for himself ever since.
There were two things I knew about him for certain: that he loved
his daughter, and that he hated me for dating her.
“Victor!” His smile was flat, like a building. “Just the man I wanted
to see. Won’t you come this way, please?”
All day with this. Come this way, come over here. Doing whatever
I pleased with Mallory’s mind didn’t make me exactly amenable to
that sort of command, but I didn’t feel like I had much of a choice.
Sheffield would raise a stink, and the bookstore needed him.
Anywhere from seventy to one hundred percent of the bookstore's
cost of staying in business was directly from Sheffield's donations.
He led me outside into the downtown streets. The wind whipped
cool around us, pushing down from the buildings. Across the street a
man tinkered with his bicycle lock, trying to get it undone. Swirls of
trash gathered in a drain, cups pushing in on paper and plastic lids.
A man slept on an old vent with a dog under his arm, his cardboard
sign illegible. A skinny, older policeman, Officer Cornell, had caught
sight of him and started to head over. There’d be a talking to and a
warning and that would be all, which was usual for Cornell.
I had gotten to know some of the policemen because they
stopped by the store often to chat with Dawn. Her girlfriend, Celise,
was a detective now, but she had been on patrol for several years
before working her way up. It was hard for a black woman to get
respect like the kind a police detective had in Alder City.
“I’m going to be very direct with you,” said Sheffield. “Are you up
for it?”
“Okay.”
“Audrey is returning to the country this week. Later today, as a
matter of fact. She’s been in transit for about seven hours now.”
“...all right?”
I can’t lie, the thought of possibly seeing her had my heart
thumping a bit. Audrey was absolutely gorgeous, and in a lot of
ways, I was still wrapped around her. She had, as Mallory pointed
out numerous times, done a number on me. That thick chestnut hair,
her bright brown eyes...
You are not to interact with my daughter. Under any
circumstances.”
“Listen, man—”
I stopped for a second, surprised at myself. He waited. It was
surreal, calling him “man.” But having just emptied myself into Lori a
few hours ago, and controlling her so absolutely, and doing the same
thing to Mallory on a regular basis, I felt untouchable.
“Your daughter, no offense, just wasn’t for me. And I wasn’t for
her. We both know that, okay? So don’t worry about it.”
“Then why has she been talking about you?”
Double-take. “What?”
There we go. Heart thumping again. Why had Audrey been
talking about me?
“She’s been talking about you. With some fondness. Wondering
what you’ve been up to.”
“I haven’t...she asked to stop talking with me. So I did. That’s
that.”
“Ah.” His eyes twinkled. “I see. You took her at her word.”
“What the hell else was I supposed to do?”
He put a hand around my shoulder. A complete shift in
demeanor. “Son, there are all types of women in this world. But one
of the most prevalent, and I’m surprised you haven’t come across
one already and recognized her for what she was, is the sort that
says the exact opposite of what they mean. And they do this all the
time. So, in a way, you could say that she always says what she
means, so long as you have the code down.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“If I wanted to make sense, I wouldn’t be talking about the
emotional inner-workings of a woman!” He guffawed. “At any rate,
you’re smart enough. You’ve sussed out why I’m telling this to you.”
“Because you think Audrey is the type of girl who doesn’t say
what she means.”
“Yes. And along with that, she’s the kind of girl who’s a little
confused, no doubt, about your eagerness to just drop her out of
your life.”
“She asked me to.”
“And you accepted! Just like that! A puzzle for a beautiful smart
girl like her. You can see how I talk about her. She thinks, no doubt,
that she is as special as I believe her to be.” He smiled slightly. “As
she should. But so, you represent a terrible puzzle to her. I can see
that now.”
“What do you want me to do about it?”
“Demystify the puzzle. When you talk to her again—and you
shall, she has her darling little heart set on it now, no doubt—let her
know how terribly interested you are. She’ll run away immediately.”
“You want me to dissuade your daughter from dating me by
telling her how much I want to date her, even though I don’t want to
date her.”
He clapped me on the back. “Now you’ve got it! We’ll make a
man of you yet. Or someone will, at any rate.” His voice became low
and dangerous. “Don’t let me cross your path for this reason again.
You won’t like it very much.”
As he walked down the street, he looked up around at the
bookstore.
“This truly is a lovely little shop. I’ve always liked those windows
there.” He pointed above the front door. “The stained glass and all.
Makes it feel like a special place. Holy, almost. It would be a shame
if all it’s funding went away, yes? If rumors spread around, rooting
from some powerful source, making it impossible for the place to get
back up on its feet.” He must have seen the look on my face. It
seemed like he enjoyed it. “Do you know I built that new shopping
center out on Second and Old Foster last year? My money. A terrific
investment so far.”
I thought for a moment. “There used to be an old church there.”
“Yes. And I tore it down. Special places fall apart all the time. Isn’t
that remarkable?”

*****

Slowly, work ended. I tried to put thoughts of Sheffield and especially

Audrey far away from my mind. As far as I knew, I might never see
her again—she might, in her ephemeral glory, decide that as soon
she put down in Alder City that her best course of action would be to
run off to Canada. Who could say with her?
I focused, instead, on what I could control. Which was, namely,
every single aspect of Mallory and Lori’s personality. That was
plenty.
We closed down the shop, doing terrible business as usual.
Maybe twenty customers had rolled in for all nine hours we were
open. I stayed late, as I usually did when Dawn wasn't around, to do
the books and put the shop in order for the next day. Dawn's heavy
work throughout the week had ensured that there was not much
setting up needing done for the festivities the next day. And that
night, I was going to make sure that everything went our way.
Mallory got to my apartment first, of course. She was properly
trained. Her key had let her in shortly after she went to the grocery
store and picked us up some food for dinner. When I got home, she
was already cooking.
These were all, by the way, suggestions I had given to her as her
Master...but not as her Master. In other words, she begged to obey
me however she could, so long as it remained private. Between us.
Nothing that would make her stand out as some kind of social
outcast—no leashes in public, no chains wrapped around her wrists
when we went to the movie theater. But, rather...special commands
put on her every day duties, and the things that I liked. For instance,
she needed to shower every day. So, I told her to make sure her
showers were no longer than ten and a half minutes.
“Including leg-shaving?”
 “You should, actually, get yours waxed. As soon as possible. And
regularly.”
She gulped, smiling. “Yes, Master.”
The waxing hadn't stopped with her legs. Her beautiful, tight
pussy was bare and smooth now. The skin there as shiny and
glorious as it was everywhere else on her body.
So—cooking, buying groceries, that was all part of the lifestyle
she wanted with me. Submitting to my desires in every day life,
earnestly acting out my will in the world. Her soul vibrated with the
need to do this. I made sure of that.
Okay...okay, yes, I tweaked her preferences a little. But honestly I
just made her natural inclinations toward submitting to be
extraordinarily specific to me, and for her every obedient action to
give her instant, hot pleasure so long as it was being done.
More and more, my commands took up the entirety of her day.
Even if the command was just as plain as “Go to work; be happy
while you’re there.”
Unable to help myself, I would occasionally, covertly, slide a hand
up her skirt while she was at the counter, such as I mentioned when
she was inventorying, or even happily chatting with a customer.
Sopping wet, just because she obeyed my commands while doing
what she would do anyway.
At home, as ordered, Mallory was already dressed in extravagant
lingerie. Violet in color, sporting tight stockings and a sexy garter
belt, her push-up bra doing amazing things with her heavy, hot tits,
she looked incredible. She looked even more incredible because the
tall black leather heels she wore, and the tiny, frilly apron that
designated her as the perfect little housepet.
“Hello, Master,” she said, oozing luxurious praise for everything
that I was. “I'm so glad you're here.”
Slowly, she dropped to her knees, already starting to tug at my
belt. My welcome-home blowjob had become a part of her daily
routine.
“Lori’s coming over,” I said after watching her beautiful face for a
moment.
She paused in her actions, not quite having opened my pants.
“Oh yeah? What for, Master?”
 But I could tell she already knew what for. She just wanted me to
say it.
“Because Master wants to fuck her silly, that’s why.”
Her hips thrashed softly on her heels in her kneeling position.
Desire throttled her body, pushing her hands hard against the
growing bulge in my pants.
“Fuck. She’s so tiny,” Mallory moaned. “I really want to see you
break her in, Master. Do you think she’s a virgin?”
“I don’t know.”
With the circles Lori kept in, honestly, that could go either way. It
wouldn’t have surprised me to find out that she smoked too much to
ever be social enough to have a boyfriend or any kind of regular
fuck. But on the other hand, it wouldn’t have shocked me if she was
thought of as a good lay by some stoner dude or another.
Delaying the pleasure of Mallory's blowjob, I ordered Mallory to
make sure dinner was ready. I couldn't have her mid-trance when
Lori came over. That would take a little too much explaining.
In the meantime, I had a boner to get rid of, and I wanted some
clear thoughts in my head. I took a number of the vials I had
gathered and emptied myself in the bathroom, thinking not only of
Lori, of Mallory...but of Audrey. And Dawn. God, what if...?
When the vials were full, I placed them in the small container I
had bought for the fridge. Mallory's perception was completely blind
to the container—something I had made sure of. I didn't want her
asking any difficult questions.
About ten minutes after Mallory had finished making her pasta,
Lori arrived. Mallory answered the door, still wearing her tiny apron
and the lingerie beneath. Lori, still in her attractive-but-modest work
clothes, widened her eyes as she saw Mallory's outfit.
“Hey, Lori!” Mallory gave her a long hug. Letting Lori feel
Mallory's hot, barely-clad body. “God, we’re so glad you could make
it.”
“H-hey,” she gulped. “I didn’t...I didn’t know you would be here.”
“Why wouldn’t I be here?”
Lori's eyes were wide, looking jealously at Mallory's incredible
bust, barely contained behind her tiny apron.
 “It’s just...I don’t know. I thought I would be hanging out with
Victor alone, is all.”
“Oh, I see.” Mallory giggled. “You thought you would be sucking
his cock all night long, huh?”
I could see—I could see—the effect those words had on Lori.
She nearly stumbled from the sudden potent combination of surprise
and arousal.
“How would...I mean...why...I mean...” she gulped again, realizing
that lying was useless. “That doesn’t make you mad?”
“Why would it make me mad?” Mallory smiled, tugging Lori in
again. “Victor’s cock is really terrific. And Victor is just like, the
perfect lover.” Glassy eyes, heated words. “He deserves all kinds of
girls sucking his cock.”
“Yeah,” said Lori. She sat down at the table.
“It’s sort of...weird, isn’t it? How he just seems to have
that...influence on us.”
Lori gulped and nodded. “Yeah. I...I don’t get it. I don’t
understand it. But I just know that...”
“That he’s completely attractive? That you trust him completely?”
Mallory leaned in, her eyes slightly glazed over. “That you want to
suck his cock anytime he asks?”
“Y-yes.” Lori’s voice was small and soft. “Very much. To all of
that.”
“I'm really, really hungry,” said Mallory, ”but I have to say, all I
want to have for dinner is his cum.”
Lori whimpered softly. “Y-yeah. C-can we?”
“I don't know.” Mallory turned to me slow. Her work finished. “May
we have our meal, Master?”
If Lori noticed the title in her lust-induced haze, it wasn't enough
to dissuade her from moving forward. I unbuckled my pants
completely and walked to the couch, calling them over. The two
approached me slow, giggling against one another as they
descended on either leg, their mouths slowly journeying up my
naked thighs to my hard cock.
“Fuck, I want it so bad,” said Lori. “I don't understand it. I don't
know why this feels so good, but...”
“You don't care,” Mallory finished.
 “Mmhmm...”
Mallory took Lori's head and pushed it down on my cock head,
sliding her pretty face forward until she was totally impaled on my
meat. Lori moaned in pleasure, taking in the slathering of precum
that had developed up and down my shaft from my spewing tip.
Mallory looked up at me, fierce dedication in her eyes. Her hand
wrapped around Lori's thick, short hair, pushing her up and down.
Mallory's beautiful lips opened and closed in blissful warmth, biting
the air, her hips bucking violently into my leg. Her clit grinding
against my naked calf.
It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life up to that point.
Mallory getting off, clearly, by forcing Lori's eager mouth up and
down at Mallory's pace.
“Jesus Christ,” I moaned. “Jesus, Jesus...”
But Mallory couldn't be sated with Lori sucking forever. Eagerly,
she pushed the young beauty off, and took her own mouth to my
long rod. Her licks were practiced and perfect. Lori, still desperate for
more, suckled at my balls and kissed upward. Occasionally, her
mouth would meet Mallory's, and the two would make out
passionately with my cock hard between the gorgeous tangle of their
intertwining tongues and lips.
“Please cum, Sir,” moaned Mallory. “I need to taste it. I'm nothing
without it.”
“Yes!” Lori moaned. “Yes, Sir!” she was mirroring Mallory now.
That was so fucking perfect. “I need it, Sir. I need to feel it in my
body again. Down my throat.” Kiss, lick. “Spraying in my mouth.”
Kiss kiss, lick. “Filling up my fucking belly. Pleeeaase?”
Hot, lifegiving, trance-inducing jizz spewed out from my massive
cock. Both of them took long droughts from my hypnotic fountain,
guzzling down shot after shot of my sticky white goo. I let Lori take
the first shot—she’d had so much less—and then slipped her
quickly-trancing face off to replace it with Mallory.
If I could, I would have cum all over them for hours. Soaking them
in it. And then I would have flipped them onto all fours and filled them
up with my seed, breeding them like the hot stock they were, made
to get pregnant and serve me however I wished.
 But, even I had my limits. That’s why I had prepared for tonight.
In my freezer, I had several dozen vials of cum. And in the fridge,
thawed out already, I had four more—two for each of them. I left
them to grab the necessaries and returned. Both were wavering,
somewhat trance-like, though their eyes weren't completely white
yet.
When they were both somewhat under, I popped open the vials
and let them have it. They drank eagerly, treating the thick substance
like nectar to their souls. My cock, even after the massive
undertaking it had just been through, twitched as I watched them
take me in. Slowly, their eyes became absolutely white. Whiter than I
had ever seen them before.
“Now, girls,” I began. “You’ve both been very good.”
“We’ve been very good.”
I remembered what Lori said, about not understanding her
feelings toward me.
“And you love feeling the way you do about me.”
“We love feeling the way we do about you.”
“It doesn’t matter if you understand it or not.”
“It doesn’t matter if we understand it or not.”
“All that matters is feeling good and doing what I say.”
“All that matters is feeling good. And doing...what you say.”
Good. I hoped that would clear up any potential messes before
they started. How little I knew. My messes hadn’t even yet begun.
“You love each other so very much.”
“We love each other. So very much.”
The sound of their voices operating in tandem was hot beyond
belief. Their tones matched one another, and I know that, even as
they repeated the instruction and made it a part of their mental core
—they were hearing that same instruction again from the other girl,
hypnotizing them even further.
“I’m your Master.”
Mallory hopped on this easily, of course. “You’re our Master.”
Lori struggled. “You’re our...”
I moved Mallory’s mouth over to Lori’s, and repeated, more
emphatically now, “I am your Master.”
“You’re our Master,” Mallory moaned.
 This time, Lori moaned and said it too, only half a beat behind
Mallory. “You’re our Master.”
My cock pushed forward, wanting so desperately to fuck them
both again. Fuck them forever. I loved them, both, so much. This
was how I knew to express that love. Giving them my thoughts.
Giving them my control.
Working swiftly, I moved Mallory’s hand into Lori’s pussy and vice
versa. They moaned, their empty hot faces so ready for instruction.
“You love to show off your bodies for me.”
“We love to show off our bodies for you.”
“You love to lick pussy.”
“We love to lick pussy.”
“You love to fuck other girls for me.”
“We love to fuck other girls for you.”
My arousal was in full control. My sprouting hard boner sat heavy
on every word I said.
“You love to seduce girls for me.”
“We love to seduce girls for you.”
Inspired, I pushed my cock past their lips again, letting them take
my shaft in their mouths even as they repeated my words back to me
as their truest thoughts.
“You want other sexy babes to feel what you feel for me.”
“We want other sexy babes to feel what we feel for you.”
“A harem of sex slaves for me turns you on.”
“A harem of sex slaves for you turns us on.”
“You are my harem girls.”
“We are your harem girls.”
Okay...okay, that was enough for now. I repeated the Four
Commandments of Trust, Attraction, Loving My Cock, and Cheerful,
Pleasurable Obedience. And then I allowed them to suck my cock as
they returned to their minds again.
“Master,” said Lori, after returning to herself. “Won't you...won't
you let me feel you in my pussy?”
“Yes, Master,” nodded Mallory, currents of excitement evident in
her gorgeous, busty body. “Won't you please?”
I smiled. It was going to be a long, fruitful night.
 *****

The Ice Festival itself was not a particular special or mindblowing

event. Just your average hipster downtown gathering, trying to bring
people in and promote the local businesses. It was a yearly
happening in January, and people came in from the suburbs and
midtown to see the delicate ice sculptures that local artisans created.
There were also carnival games in the streets, and outdoor
barbecues surrounded by several large heating machines to keep
everyone nice and warm, and a skating rink set up in the middle of
the park adjacent to the four blocks where the Ice Festival took
place.
So, nothing by itself to really pull in customers for say, a
bookstore. I’m sure there was some kind of stupid tug that Dawn
thought about doing—maybe advertising books based on the cold, or
about animals who lived in the cold, or something about global
warming.
But that’s all particularly boring, isn’t it?
My plan was to be direct and subtle at the same time.
I wanted to give everyone who came into the store a heavy, hot
dose of sexual urges. They’d be drawn in directly by the beauty of
Mallory and Lori, dressed in scanty clothing that showed off their
attributes as hotly as possible. And this, in turn, would hopefully
subtly draw them back to the store for more and more buys—not to
mention how they would probably tell their friends about the hot girls
working in the bookstore. It was a festival. People didn’t need much
of an excuse to walk into the warm confines of a store—even a
bookstore—so long as you gave them that excuse to begin with. And
our excuse was two brilliantly beautiful young women who were
convinced that that the only way to make me happy, which was the
most important act they could ever do in their lives, was to turn on
customers enough to bring them in the store.
It was a compelling sales technique, I’ll tell you that much.
The night before, after our brilliant threesome had winded down, I
had told Lori and Mallory specifically to dress to promote sales. I
didn’t leave any doubt—I wanted them to turn men on so much that
they forgot about how much money they were spending. I wanted
them flirting. Pressing on bodies. Sliding books into the bags of
customers for them, not giving them a chance to say no. Stacking
books on the bottom shelves, bending over at the waist in their
tallest heels. And women, too. Any woman that would enjoy such
attention—and there’s more than I ever would have thought. Maybe
because the bookstore had already established itself as such a safe
haven in the area for all manners of sexuality.
Mallory and Lori were both incredibly beauties, though each of a
type. Mallory’s beauty was slightly more classical—more “girlfriend”
hot, if you’ll allow me to coin a term. There are celebrities and
models who, I think, are incredible beauties, but who also get the
amount of attention they get because guys can easily see
themselves falling in love with them forever. Mallory was remarkably
beautiful, but at the same time, I wouldn’t have felt out of place
taking her home to my parents. Compare her with, say, Audrey,
who’s severe beauty made her almost hard to look at because of the
way she completely overshadowed everything else in a room where
she was.
Mallory was beautiful, through and through. In contrast, Audrey
was simply beauty. All-American chestnut-haired, busty cheerleading
rich babe. Mallory's tits were bigger, and Lori was tinier, but Audrey
had them both beat with the classic, goddess-like face she
possessed; high cheekbones, thick lips, and big brown eyes made
for destroying suckers like me.
Lori was another type altogether. Still not quite the type you’d
take home to Mom—too many tattoos and piercings. And besides
that, she just looked sort of...well, easy, for lack of a better (or nicer)
term. Something about the cut of her dark hair, about the eyeshadow
she used, about the slight barely-there nature of her breasts and
tight, overly tiny frame of her body. She looked almost unnaturally
beautiful, like an opposite-faerie. Like the pretty minion of a
succubus, but not quite the succubus herself.
I could go on and on (and have). Suffice it to say that my luck in
having them both of them firmly with their minds wrapped around my
cock was beyond imagination.
For the festivities, Mallory dressed herself in a tight, flirty red
summer dress. It was backless, held up with one thick strap around
the back of her neck, the neckline scooping incredibly low. Half of
her tits pushed up and out from the wide triangle shape of exposed
skin, showing off (in my opinion) one of her absolutely best features
in her incredible boobs. Her heels were tall and red to match, sexy
pumps that in all honesty she had no business wearing in a job that
required so much standing and walking.
But, as she said, “I want to impress you, Master. You need to see
how good I can look for you...all the time.”
Lori went a different route, as befitting a woman with her unique
shape.
She wore tight, tight tiny leather shorts. The tiniest and tightest I
had ever seen a woman wear in public. They would have been
underwear if not for the miniature pockets over her perfectly sculpted
ass and the zipper in front (though I found out later on that both were
merely for show). Fishnet stockings adorned her legs, nicely
complimenting the sexy leather boots that wrapped all the way
around her calves. Her ripped death-metal shirt bared much of her
midriff, and, as she had no special desire to wear one, she wore the
shirt braless. If she rose up on top of a ladder to grab a man a book,
he would have an easy shot at looking at her modest tits from
underneath while still being able to admire the tightness of her tiny
body and lovely ass.
I told her, incidentally, to make sure to recommend quite a few
books from the top shelves of the store.
As risque as Lori’s outfit was, I still think it could easily be
explained away by her youth and general demeanor. She was still
sort of sullen and snarky with anyone who wasn’t me or Mallory, after
all.
At any rate, the plan worked rather beautifully. Men came in to
the store in packs of three or four, and my girls handled them
expertly, guiding them over to the expensive hardcovers. The men
barely stood a chance—Mallory's wit and intelligence and knowledge
of books let her recommend them easily. And then she would lean
on a book or a shelf, crushing her amazing tits together, and talk
about they just had to buy this book, it would kill her if they didn't.
Meanwhile, Lori kept serving coffee after coffee, fueling boners
she inspired with more caffeine. And then when they sat down to
watch her work, she would overcharge them for drinks by two or
three dollars with them barely noticing. She would lay out books of
her personal recommendation, and slide halfway into their laps as
she flipped through the pages.
We cleared five thousand dollars before noon.
All through this, Dawn looked on disapprovingly. Her beautiful
blond visage presided over the store, stationed at the counter and
smiling flawlessly at every customer who approached her. And yet
whenever she caught eye of Mallory and Lori—which was often, I
wanted them in everyone's eyes—she frowned just slightly. And
whenever she looked at me, her face was heavy with scorn.
Sometime in the afternoon, her gorgeous girlfriend of ten years or
more, Celise, dropped by to give Dawn some lunch. Tall, slender,
and built impressively with hard ebony muscles, Celise would easily
have been a subject of fantasy for me if I wasn't living one already.
But I didn't know of any straight man who could have seen Dawn
and Celise kissing shortly-but-passionately in one small corner of the
bookstore and not be moved.
Toward the end of the afternoon, in the crowd, I saw one flawless
Asian beauty eyeing our heavy discount section with some interest.
Minjee Park. She had her neck craned, long shiny black hair falling
around her pale skin just so. For several moments, I let myself stare
at her, knowing she wasn’t going to look up. Finally, though, not
wanting to press my luck too much, I walked over and gently tapped
her elbow.
“Hey,” I smiled. “Nice to see you again. I thought you’d be coming
by around sooner.”
“Oh, right,” she made an amused face. “I’m sort of...constantly
busy.”
“Of course. Graduate school takes up time.”
“And teaching classes. And grading papers. Turns out, after you
spend all that time trying to get into the program to earn the degree,
they expect you to work for it.”
“Maniacs.”
“Right?” She looked down at the pile of books she had arranged
in her bag. “Like, look at this. Look at this giant pile. I want to read all
of this. Right away. Meditations on Western Philosophy in Science
Fiction? Yes, please. Concerning Art and Womanhood? Right up my
alley. The Long Night: Patriarchy in the Middle Ages? Ugh.” She
made a long disgusted sound. “It’s just gross how much I want to
devour this. And I can’t. Because I have a reading list that contains
eight solid feet of pages. I have measured.” She sniffed. “Twice.”
“I believe you.”
She grabbed my arm, laughing. “I know you do. God. I just
meant...” she shook her head. “It’s hard to actually find time for
otherwise life, you know?”
Her arm on mine was flirtatious. Heavily so. I smiled confidently,
pressing forward. I wouldn't be satisfied until her eyes were white
and she was repeating my notions as her truths.
“For sure. I really, to be honest with you, as much I love to read, I
haven’t done much of it since graduating.”
“Really? And working here?”
I shrugged. “It’s...you know. I’ve just burnt out that switch for a
while. I have a tall stack of books still. But I’ll read one from it maybe
every two months or so.”
“Well...I can't blame you for being distracted.”
Behind us, Mallory had a picture book splayed out on a table.
She was showing it off to a mother and father, their child unattended
in another part of the store. The parents were fixated, completely, on
her open, substantial rack. They squeezed each other's hands,
comforting one another in their lust. It was almost sort of sweet.
“You mean Mallory?”
“If that's her name.” Minjee nodded. “And the other one. The
coffee girl.”
“That's Lori.”
“Right. They’re sort of dressed...”
“Flirtatiously?”
“Slutty.”
I laughed. “Maybe so. But it’s driving sales.”
“Is that really what you want this bookstore to be about?”
I shrugged. “As long as there is a bookstore, I’m not sure it’s my
place to care how we stay in business.”
“I guess so.” Her face shifted. “It’s just...I don’t know. It seems
sort of...shady.”
 “Why don’t I talk to you about it over dinner?”
Boom. Just like that. Ask a gorgeous girl out on a date? Shit, why
not? Even if she said no, I’d be able to fuck two other completely
gorgeous girls that night.
And a darker part of me said that even if she said no...there was
nothing stopping me, truly, from making her want to ask me out
instead. It’s horrible, I know, but I imagined myself just joking around
— “Here, try this vial and tell me what you think? It’s a new drink
we’re trying...”
And then I could just lead her in the back...
No, too much.
Anyway, she said, “Yes. Yes, okay. I’d like that.” She smiled.
“Those other girls won’t mind?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Would you mind if they did?”
She laughed. “God, you are a dick, aren’t you? Meet me at
Callahan’s at six. On...Sunday?” She looked at her phone, checking
her calendar. “Yeah, Sunday. I've got to study before then. How's
that?”
“Callahan’s. Six o’clock. Sunday You got it.”
She walked off, bouncing happily. I was bouncing myself—
reeling, actually. Once again I was rather stunned with how all it took
to get a date with absolute stunner like Minjee was just the
confidence of knowing that no matter what happened, I would have
fantastic sex regardless.
Mallory finished up with a customer, guiding her all the way to
Dawn, and then branched off to my side toward the back of the
store, where no one was. Her arm looped into mine, and she bit her
lip, eyes lighting up.
“Did she just ask you out?”
“Basically.”
She moaned. “Fuck. She's so pretty, too. Do you want me to help
you with her?”
“What do you mean?”
I knew what she meant. It was still hot to hear her say it.
“I mean...you know. I could help you seduce her, somehow. Like I
did with Lori.”
 I kissed her on the forehead lightly. She shivered with pleasure.
Her entire body a series of responses solely to my actions.
“Don't worry about it.”
“Cool. Well...” her mouth twisted. “If you’re going to bring her
home here when you decide to fuck her, just know that she ought to
know I’m there. Otherwise she’ll freak. But if she wants a threesome,
I’m super into it. Okay?”
“Thanks, love. You make me happy.”
She purred with semi-orgasmic delight. “God, I don’t know what
you do to me...but you’re a lucky son of a bitch to be doing it.”
Pulling me in, she started to kiss me, her leg sliding lovingly up
mine. My hand landed on her ass, encouraging her.
“Ahem.”
The voice came from behind us. I laughed suddenly, pushing
Mallory down. She moaned in protest, quietly whispering in my ear,
“B-but, Master, I wanna...”
My first thought was that it was Dawn, once again ruining our
youthful coital mastery. But, no such luck.
It was Audrey.

*****

After extricating myself from Mallory’s loving grip, it was only a few
moments before Audrey had pulled me along outside behind the
bookstore. There was a small alley there where enterprising truck
drivers sometimes tried to negotiate into our paltry excuse for a
loading dock. Mostly, these days, all the books were unloaded in the
front. The dock was there as a leftover, something that probably had
been quite useful before the tall, identity-less apartment buildings
rose up directly behind the shop with their steel corners and tall
metal fences.
The Ice Festival took place in a four block radius in downtown.
Down the alley, I could see couples and families walking by. Children
held balloons shaped by the local artists on the prowl. A hotdog
vendor shouted about his special on beers and brats.
Audrey crossed her arms, looking at me critically. She wore a
long, loose sort of white gown that clung neatly to her large braless
tits and firm, luscious hips. Her thick chestnut hair was wrapped
around one shoulder in a shiny braid. God, I wanted to fill her. Breed
her. Get her pregnant. The urge to grab her, kiss her, take her was
nearly overwhelming. All she had for warmth was a small jacket—not
quite enough in the winter cool of the city. Her shivering body only
made my primal instinct to take her and fill her with warm,
overflowing seed all the greater.
We had never fucked before, of course. Our intercourse barely
went beyond kissing. That made me want her all the more now.
“So,” she said.
“So...?”
“It’s so nice to see you.”
It clearly wasn’t.
“Somehow it doesn’t seem that way.”
“You stopped talking to me.” She pushed my shoulder,
aggressive. “Why?”
“Because...you asked me to? Because we had broken up and I
moved on?”
“I know I asked you to, but like,” her dark eyes flashed, “I wasn’t
asking for complete radio silence. Just, you know. Less.”
I shrugged. “I suppose if you wanted to talk, there was nothing
stopping you from setting the terms of the conversation.”
“But how am I supposed to know if you want to talk at all?”
“You’re right,” I said, smiling through gritted teeth. “It’s my fault.
All of it. Every last bit. Are you happy now? Are we done? Can I go
back to work?”
There was something in her that had wanted to create some form
of peace. I could tell that, with that off-hand remark, I had
steamrolled all over it. I didn’t care. She deserved a talking-to for
once in her life, raised in Daddy’s riches without ever lifting a finger
for herself, and I wasn’t in any mood to deal with her double-talk. If
she wanted something from me, she could ask.
“Mallory’s your girlfriend now, I guess?”
Instead of owning up to anything she had done wrong, she
changed the subject. Typical.
“Not your business. But, yup. She is.”
 That, and so, so much more, I wanted to tell her. So much more
than you’ll ever be, Audrey. You’ll never come close to comparing to
what Mallory gives me.
Not naturally, anyway. Again, the thought filled my mind. Holding
her jaw open for just a few seconds, letting a vial of my cum sink
down. It would be easy. It would only take a few seconds. Would
anyone from the street see? I didn’t think so. We were both so
isolated there in the alley. And the struggle would be so quick...after
the initial part, anyone watching wouldn’t know what to assume. She
would be so calm and placid, so accepting of my will...
I could make her accept it was all her fault that we broke up. I
could make her beg to take her back. Beg for my forgiveness. I could
make her apologize for days that she didn’t worship my cock like a
woman should.
“Nice view?”
I had been staring at her tits, nipples hard in the cold. My breath
was heavy, face slightly flushed. This power was getting to me. I
looked away, down the street, trying to resist the singing urges of my
bulge. This was so hard. Literally and figuratively.
“What would your girlfriend think of you looking at my tits?”
I shrugged. “She’d probably say I had good taste.”
Audrey looked disgusted. “And Lori is...just, what? Your
fuckbuddy?”
“I don’t know that’s any of your business. Why don’t you ask
her?”
She rolled her eyes. “Look, I just know...”
“What, Audrey? What is it you know?”
“I know that’s not you. I know that you’re a pushover. You’re
acting like a dick, now, and you never used to before. Not this
openly, anyway. And you’ve got both of these beautiful girls eating
out of your hand, somehow. And it’s creepy and weird and I’m a little
scared for them.”
I rolled my eyes. “For them?”
“You’re doing something. I don’t know what it is, okay? But...the
way they looked at you. I walked around for a minute in the store,
paying attention. Lori was flirting with other guys, but she would
always look back at you. Like a dog, like a puppy. Hoping for
approval. That glassy, obedient look. I’m thinking it’s drugs.”
“Drugs? Get real.”
“When I was in Ecuador, I helped these girls get out from under a
pimp’s fingers.” She crossed her arms. “He kept them hopped up on
some combination of ecstasy and heroin. They were blissful and
active and looked to all the world like they loved their life...but they
were dead inside. And I know that’s what you’re doing to them. Or
something like that.”
“Yeah, that’s me, Audrey. That’s the guy you went out with. That
dude who knows where to get ecstasy-heroin combinations. That’s
what I do. I go find drug dealers for the most banned substances in
America and then I use my advanced knowledge of chemistry to mix
it all together.”
The funny thing is, I really was angry at her accusation. She was
closer to the mark than she knew, closer than she had any right to
be. And yet still, I was legitimately pissed that she would level that
kind of thought my way.
Morality is all fucked up, I guess. Especially when you’re trying to
ignore it.
We were quiet then, but my fury still raged. I tried to find
something civil to say, but the anger had a mind of its own now. Like
a cheetah, lunging after a kill at full speed, it wouldn’t be satisfied
until the prey was in its hands or it had fumbled and tripped on its
face. Either way, the only cure for the rage was exhaustion of its fuel.
“God, you’re a bitch.” I shook my head. “You really are. You find
me so repulsive that the notion that two women might enjoy me,
simultaneously, just doesn’t even register with you. It’s not your
business. And hey, you know what?” I couldn’t stop my words now. I
was furious. “Let’s say I’m doing that to them. You know Mallory. You
know she has her head on straighter than anything. If I were able to
do that to her, fuck with her head somehow? What makes you think I
wouldn’t do the same to you? Why wouldn’t I just, you know, poof!
Drug you. And then you’re mine to do with as I please. What’s
protecting you, Audrey? Especially now that you’ve gone and told
me that you ‘figured out’ my whole plan? Wouldn’t it make just
perfect sense for me to fuck your head up too so that you didn’t do
anything about it? You can’t even be smart about what a bitch you
are, that’s the most infuriating thing about you.”
I wanted it to be sarcastic. But there was too much of the angry,
wicked truth in there...and she could tell.
She straightened herself upward, putting on a brave face. But I
could tell that, instantly, I had terrified her. I felt bad. Really, I did.
When anger leaves you, it’s like the air leaving a balloon, keeping
you whipping and swirling in the wind, waiting for something to
steady you.
But god, I was tired of her nosing in on my business. Her and her
entire family. I just wanted them out of my life.
“I can see we’re not going to have a nice, rational conversation
about this,” she said coldly. “It’s too bad. I missed talking with you,
Victor. Or, I missed the old Victor. I thought we might start talking
again. Have some fun together, even. But I can see that I don’t want
to do that now.”
“Audrey—”
“Shut up. Shut up, now. You don’t get to threaten me and then
talk to me, okay? You do not.”
“I wasn’t threatening—”
“No.” She smiled, her face entirely frozen. “Nothing you could
ever do would be a threat to me, little boy.”
And then she walked out to the street. And it took every ounce of
my self-control to not grab her and show her exactly how in control of
her I could be.

*****

This was a problem. As I came down from the rage at being accused
of so many awful things, my actual logic began to work it’s magic.
And with logic came regret and guilt. So far I had only been focused
on my own pleasure. Using it however I wanted. But now I had to
think of the other side of all this—how this looked to those who
weren’t me. How it looked to those who didn’t think my cock entering
hot, eager, controlled pussy was the sexiest, most perfect thing on
the planet.
What was wrong with those people, right?
 Ha.
When Audrey called me out on messing with Mallory, messing
with Lori...I knew she was right. And when I felt the impulse to run
her down and shove my cum down her throat, to show her what I
could do to her...that was an enormous problem.
This absolute power was corrupting me absolutely. Obviously, I
enjoyed it. That’s part of the whole corruption process. But I could
see that if I kept going down this road, it wouldn’t be long before
things got completely out of hand. And with what I was doing to
Mallory, to Lori, there was no way for me to justify any of it should
someone start putting the pieces together. And maybe Audrey had
already started doing that.
That night, I told Lori to stay at home and cum to the thought of
me and Mallory several times. At least four. She had nodded
obediently. I could see a flash of doubt—not knowing why that
sounded like such a terrific idea, not knowing why it felt so
completely normal to do such a thing for me—and then I saw her
face glass over as the doubt was replaced with sexual heat.
“Yes, Sir. Anything you say.”
And then she walked, sort of dazed, back to her bike and on her
way home.
Probably you haven’t had to think about this before, but it’s really,
really difficult to stop being aroused at being in control and then
make yourself even more in control when the only way you can think
of to control the control is by being even more in control.
I promise that makes sense.
Anyway.
I knew it was wrong to order Lori around like that when I had
plans to somehow fix Mallory’s thoughts. But, I had to do things one
at a time.
The Ice Festival’s first day had been a good day for the
bookstore. There was no telling, though, if it would solve all our
problems. Dawn ran the numbers that night, and she’d let me know
how we did the next morning. Tonight, it was all up in the air, but
even with as long as I planned to have a triumphant success after
the Festival was over, my only thoughts were on Audrey, Mallory,
Lori, and how to unfuck the situation I was in as best as possible.
 At my apartment, Mallory was already there, in her apron and
heels again, making dinner. Fuck, she was so sexy. Her ass was a
polished, round surface, waiting for my hands and my hands alone.
All I wanted to do was take her from behind and slam her against the
counter, fucking her rotten while she made my dinner. And afterward,
when she was full of my lifegiving cum, make her swear in trance to
always, always beg to be fucked as brutally as that when I got home.
But I had to roll this back somehow. I had to...I don’t know. I had
to get her to stop thinking of me as her boyfriend. Her Master.
Audrey was right—I was fucking with her mind, and there was no
way around that.
I didn’t want to be completely out of her life, though. I still, in my
own way, absolutely cared for Mallory. Maybe I even loved her. And
the past week of having her as my devoted, cocksucking, adoring,
heartaching girlfriend was almost more than I could bear to lose.
But only almost. I had to do the right thing.
“Mallory, I need you to do something for me.”
“Of course, babe.” She down the vegetables she had gathered to
chop. “What is it?”
She waited, her hands wrapped in front of her patiently. This was
how a good girl hears to obey, she had told me.
God, she was so happy doing this. Was it truly wrong? I know I
had made her happiness...but where did it matter where the
happiness came from so long as it was there?
No, that was the corruption. Get rid of this. Do something. Think
of something.
“I...uh,” my face squirmed.
“What’s wrong, love? You look upset. Did something happen?”
Her hands shifted to her hips. “Was it talking with Audrey? She must
have fucked with your head, huh? Do you want me to suck you off so
you can relax?” Her voice became a hot, conspiratorial whisper. “I
know my Master wants to fuck her so very badly. We could make it
happen, I bet. Anytime you wanted. I could get her drunk or
something. Put thoughts in her ear.”
Fuck. The image of Mallory pouring drinks down Audrey’s throat,
making her ever more malleable to my will was something else. In
fact, I didn’t even need to order her to use alcohol. All it would take
was one drink laced with my cum. And all that would take would be
for Mallory to be my willing, complicit partner in all my activities. To
have her urge me on as I took over more and more fertile, hot
bodies. She would know exactly what she was helping me do. She
would know exactly what I had done to her. And she would think it
was hot.
“You like that, don’t you?” Her soft hand wrapped around my cock
through my pants. “Such a bad boy. It’s too bad you’re only stuck
alone here with me tonight. What if, in the meantime, I just suck you
off while you think about her. How about that?”
And suddenly, there was nothing—literally nothing—I wanted
more than to have Mallory suck me off while I called out Audrey’s
name. And I know that Mallory would open encourage that. But I
couldn’t do it.
Or, obviously I could do it. I was already getting hard just from
being around Mallory’s beautiful, willing body, and doubly so
because of her achingly hot words. But I had to be strong. Moral. I
had to do something right by her.
“Just m-make dinner, okay?” I struggled to say it. I didn’t want to
tell her no.
Her face twisted. “Did I do something wrong? I’m so sorry,
Master. I thought...I thought you would want—”
“No, it’s fine. Everything’s perfectly fine. You’ve been a perfect
slave, all right?”
Currents of relief visibly ran through her body. “Oh. Thank you,
Master. Perhaps I’ll serve you like that after dinner?”
“Perhaps.”
With her back turned, I made myself a glass of soda and then
reached into the fridge, pouring a vial of cum down and mixing it in
with my finger. I almost slipped the finger into my mouth to dry it,
before remembering myself. I laughed at how dumb that might have
been. Instead, I wiped it on my pants.
“Drink this.” I held out the tainted soda to Mallory.
“Yes, Master.”
She was absolutely unquestioning. And there was something in
her eyes—some glimmer of understanding. Did she have
suspicions? She must. She was unquestionably a smart woman.
Even as my happy, needy fuckslave, she was always suggesting
new ways to serve and please me.
She drained the drink down. Slowly, her muscles relaxed
completely. Her body began to slump. I caught the glass before it fell
to the ground.
“Mallory, I have something very important to tell you.”
“You have something very important to tell me.”
I slid her hands up toward her pussy. She naturally began
fingering herself. It was sort of sick to do it this way, but commands
always went down easier when she had fingers in her pussy.
“You’re going to learn better than you ever have before.”
“I’m going to learn better than I ever have before.”
I took a breath. Here we go. Experiment time.
“You think of me as your big brother.”
“I think of you as my big brother.”
Wow. That went through with no resistance at all. Maybe this de-
brainwashing would be easier than I thought?
“I am your big brother.”
“You are my big brother.”
“Lori is your little sister.”
“Lori is my little sister.”
“You love us like family.”
She sighed happily. “I love you like family.”
For whatever reason, she hadn’t stopped fingering herself. One
thing at a time, I told myself. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but the
fingering had encouraged the taking in of commands in the past, so I
hardly wanted to stop it now.
“We are your family.”
“You are my family.”
“I’m the man in your family.”
“You’re the man in my family.”
“I am your big brother.”
“You are my big brother.”
And then I ended, with softer, less stringent repetitions. She
thought the world of me. She felt deep, fraternal love for me. She
was happy to be my family. She loved sharing with me.
 Still mindfucky, I know. But I wanted it to be a slow rollback. My
thinking was that if I just undid everything, right away, her mind might
collapse from the effort of rewriting itself. What was I to know? I
wasn’t a neuroscientist or a doctor or a philosopher or anything of
the sort. Just a horny guy who went too far.
Sure. That’s how I could characterize myself. A horny guy taking
things one step too far...and then several more steps after that.
That done, I held her close and cuddled her tight. I had her
abandon dinner and walked her over to the bed, sliding her down in
with me. Her tight, toned beautiful body felt so perfect against mine. I
sighed lustfully, wishing for more contact...but resisted.
One last night, I told myself. We’d wake tomorrow and it would all
be different—but until then, I’d enjoy Mallory’s attentions on me for
just one more night.
When I woke, it was nearing dawn. Outside, the sun’s rays had
begun to peak through the darkness. Mallory was no longer at my
side, and I was confused.
After a moment, though, everything started to become very clear.
First, I just heard the soft, hot schlicking sounds. Then, dreamily, I
noticed that my cock was being sucked.
“M-Mallory?”
“Shh, big bro,” she moaned. “I want to be good for you.”
“Wh...” I was dazed. “What?”
“I want to be your good girl sisterslave, Master. I know how
important it is to please you. And I woke up and I just needed my
brother’s cock in my mouth. Please?”
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Oh fuck.”
“Please, big bro? Can’t I please suck you off? I need your perfect
brother Master cock in my mouth. Please?”
I gulped. God, she was so gorgeous. So malleable. I couldn’t
deny her. I had to command her.
“That’s right, sis. You did great. Suck me off. Like a good slave.”
Moaning, she slurped back down and went right to work.
Mallory had been practically orphaned by her family when she
was still so very young. It only made sense for her to idolize the male
members of her family. I had thought that I could use that idolatry to
my advantage—to make me seem more untouchable. But the
feelings of attraction, of being owned like a slave by a strong
patriarchal force, were too strong. She saw no conflict between
thinking of me as her hot big brother and of me as her Master. And
now I had made them the same.
My plan had failed, at least for the moment. With Mallory
wrapping her loving, perfect mouth around my rod like it was the
center of her world, cooing with orgasmic delight every time I called
her my sisterslave, I struggled to care.

*****

The day progressed slowly. Mallory’s epic incestuous blowjob had

left me nearly oversleeping. She had, of course, woken up perfectly
on time. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to make herself look ready
to be my absolute perfect “sisterbabefuckslut,” as she put it.
So, breakfast waited for me when I finally rolled out of bed and
had my shower, washing the familiar stink of our near-constant
liaisons through the night off my body.
My attempts to de-brainwash Mallory had, obviously, backfired in
a big way. I would have to just do what I didn’t want to in the first
place, and actively remove all the suggestions and thoughts I had
given her. It was the only way.
Meanwhile, I still had to save East Side Pages. Today was
Saturday, and we were going to find out how my plan had worked
out.
With me, just in case there was an opportunity or in case I
couldn't make it back to the apartment, I brought my cooler. In the
cooler were several beers, and, hidden in a small pouch toward the
bottom, several more vials of cum.
The day passed much as the previous one had. We made
incredible amounts of money—maybe even more. Mallory once
again dressed in a hot, cleavage-scooping dress (this time it was
purple), and Lori dressed in hot yoga leggings and a loose mesh top
that did nothing to hide the rather effective, brightly colored push-up
bra she had on underneath.
“I did like you said, Sir,” she told me when enough customers had
finally cleared out for us to talk a bit. “Four times. Even though I
wanted more.”
I gulped a bit, struggling not to fuck her right there. “Good girl.”
Possibly we would have said more to each other, but Dawn
pulled me over to the counter.
“I need you here,” she said. “I'm going to go around and sell.”
“You bet. No problem.”
“And you have to talk to me. Later. After we close, all right? It's
important.”
“Okay...?”
She didn't offer any explanation, just sipping hard at her coffee
and plastering a fake smile on her face. Dawn hated the crowds,
hating selling in the store. That's why she was at the counter to
begin with. But she was the boss. I did as she ordered.
Hours later, we wound down, and our register was positively
overflowing with cash. The credit card machine had to have its paper
replaced twice.
Even though business had boomed, a cold snap had begun, and
an hour before we closed, customers began to head home to stay
out of the weather. As such, Lori and Mallory began to crowd me at
the register while I tried to count it down and get ready for closing.
They leaned against one another, their bodies touching. It was
clear how much they adored one another—and all because of me. If
I wasn't around, they would still think the other was the absolute
hottest babe in the world, the apple of their eyes, the end-all, be-all
of fuck partners. And the only reason they didn't think that all the
time is because they thought I was even better.
“Victor’s so fucking hot, isn’t he?”
Lori giggled, nodding mischievously. “God, yes. He’s like, the
hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”
“The hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” Mallory intoned, repeating Lori’s
words—my words. Her hand slipped on top of Lori's ass, squeezing
it tight. Lori's leggings were paper thin. Mallory easily pushed
forward into the crack between her tight ass cheeks and felt the
lower folds of her pussy. “In fact, he's just...he's sort of like...He’s
like...our big brother, isn’t he?”
“What?” Lori giggled nervously.
 “Wouldn’t that be hot, baby? If he was like, our big brother? And
you were my hot little sister...” her hand pushed up hard into Lori’s
pussy. Lori moaned, her pleasure quite evident now. “We were just
his hot little fucksisters, eager to suck him off and do anything our
big bro said.”
Holy shit, Mallory was just insane with lust. And I had made her
that way.
And I loved it.
I really don’t know if I could ever stop doing this. Changing her.
Changing Lori. But we were at the bookstore. We couldn’t have
another wild threesome like the night before—supercharged with
incestuous thoughts like these—and do it here. Dawn would have a
literal fit.
“Ah...okay.” I put a hand to my head. I needed to meet with
Dawn, still. “I'm going to finish up here in like ten minutes. You two,
take Lori’s car back to your apartment, all right? Wait for me there.
Okay? Take care of one another until I get back. Do you
understand?”
Mallory nodded, all naughtiness. “You want me to lick my little
sis’s pussy until my big, sexy brother master comes home to fuck us
both pregnant?”
I gulped. “That’s right, my good girl. Now get moving.”

*****

Some minutes later, I had closed everything up and grabbed my

cooler, thinking that now I would just use it on the girls at home. It
would take every ounce of willpower I had not to convince Lori that I
was her brother, and that Mallory was her sister...and I don't think I
actually had it in me.
But first, I had to meet with Dawn. I stepped into her office in the
back, where she coldly examined a series of folders and files.
Fuck, but she was so beautiful. It was hard to contain myself—
and getting harder all the time. I’d put up with so much resistance.
With Mallory, with Lori, with Audrey...and now Dawn. Her tight,
beautiful blond body was so buxom and perfect in her little business
suit. I had been staring at her legs all day, wrapped tight in dark
tights. Her skirt molding her lovely ass just so, her blouse opening up
her lovely cleavage to the world. She was mature, confident, and
intelligent, and drop dead gorgeous, and I wanted her. The thought
of rewiring her completely had my motor running furiously.
For some reason that I can't explain, I had put a vial of cum in my
pocket before the meeting. Just the one. I think that's how I justified
it. I had so many available. Just one in my pocket wasn't so bad.
“How are you doing it?” she asked, not looking up from her desk.
“Doing what?”
“Controlling them. Lori and Mallory. It’s strange with them. I’ve
known them for ages. And you. And it all changed just this past
week. What’s happened?”
“We’re just...” I smiled, trying to be disarming. “Just young kids
having fun, Dawn.”
“I don’t believe that.”
She put the folder in her hands down, sighing. She took a long
drink from the coffee on her desk, the coffee that Lori had made her
earlier.
“We’ve made it into the black, probably for the whole year. Just
from this weekend. We’ll need to order new stock. And it’s all
because of them. I know it is. And what you made them do.”
I shrugged. “I didn’t make them do anything. But I’m glad we’re in
the black. That’s really great!”
“Don’t fucking smile at me like that, you twerp.” She leaned up
out of her desk. “I know you’ve done something to them. And what’s
worse? What really hurts? Is that what you did to them, objectifying
them like that...it goes against everything this store stands for. It’s
debasement. It’s...it’s fucking patriarchal. And that is unforgivable, all
by itself. Whatever you’ve done to them is no doubt worse.”
“You keep saying that. What do you think I’ve done?”
Shaking her head, she took another long sip from her coffee.
“I should have seen it earlier. I don’t know why I didn’t. But you’re
clearly drugging them somehow.”
I groaned. “Have you been talking with Audrey?”
“So what if I have? She’s a smart girl. We lost a good asset when
she left. I notice that everything started going to shit when you stuck
around after she left.”
 “Are you serious? You’re blaming me for that? The second she
was gone, you couldn’t stop talking about how you hated her.”
We were both quiet, then. But the quiet didn't last.
“You’re fired, Victor.”
“Fired? Based on what?”
“Look, you’re fired, all right? So, just accept it.”
I sighed. “Fine.” I put my hands on my head, trying to think of
what to say.
“My girlfriend is a cop, you ought to know. A detective. You know
that already. I know you do.”
“What?”
“She’s going to ask you some questions. I’m going to talk to her
tonight. So get your story straight.”
In an objective way, being fired really wasn’t that bad. I still had
Mallory and Lori eating out of the palm of my hand, or wherever else
I might point them to. With my new found ability, I could probably find
a job anywhere. All it would take was the right interviewer and a
moment’s distraction. But this was different. This was the law. And I
had no desire to see the law involved.
“I’ll write your paycheck now,” said Dawn. “I don’t want you to
come back here again. I don’t want to have to see you again. For
any reason.”
She stood up and walked to the safe. Bending over to unlock.
God, that ass. So perfect and smooth, so round.
I behave then in a most ignoble fashion. But in that moment, I
didn’t care. I’m not sure if I ever will.
I had to protect myself from the police. I had to protect Lori and
Mallory. I don't even know if what I did could be prosecuted—as far
as I knew, I was the first of my kind. Maybe they'd put me into some
kind of government laboratory and cut me open? Fear assaulted me.
Fear for myself, and fear for my girls.
But there was no denying the cold, hard truth as well—I wanted
to know what it would be like to have Dawn under my control.
Her coffee cup was right there in the open. I flipped open the lid
and let a vial of my cum ooze inside. Through shuffling through the
safe, she didn't even notice. By the time she turned around, I was
just waiting where I had been.
 Dawn wrote the check out—I couldn’t help but examine her
healthy cleavage as she did, swelling so lovingly against her tight
sweater—and ripped it out to me.
“Take this, and don’t ever let me fucking see you again.”
I took the check. And then I waited for a long time right outside
the office, pretending to leave. I waited for her to slurp her coffee one
more time. But she didn't.
In fact, she left the bookstore, all bundled up against the cold,
without taking another sip. And then she was out in the world, with a
trance-inducing cup of coffee in her hands, waiting to change her
entire life the second she took a sip.
Shit.

*****

Following her through the streets was the most harrowing

experience of my life. I never considered before how easy it was to
see who I was. I hid in the crowd where I could, and behind
buildings. But I knew where Dawn lived. It would have been easy to
go straight there, but what if she took a drink before she got there?
She'd be tranced in the street, taken advantage of by anyone smart
enough to see the glassy look on her face.
Somehow, miraculously, she didn't see me. Focused on the cold
and getting out of it. God, but she was beautiful. Bundled up in her
faux-fur trimmed coat, her red scarf trailing out behind her. Her long
blond hair like a scarf itself, golden in the dim light of the street
lamps.
Finally, she took a drink just as she entered her house. I slipped
my toe into the crack before the door closed and locked. After a
moment, I heard a small thunk. Just like Lori, like Mallory, the second
she tasted my cum she drained the cup. The cup rolled down on the
ground.
I entered after her and turned on the small lamp on the desk in
front of the entry. Then I locked the door. Her and Celise's house
was small but cozy. Lots of artwork on the walls. I lead Dawn into the
small living room, across from a piano with a cushioned bench. The
floors were carpeted thickly.
 “Dawn.”
“Dawn,” she said back slowly, warmly.
I slid my hands through her hair, over her lips, on her luscious
cheekbones. She was mine. Totally mine. I could do anything at all
with her.
I needed her to be in my total, complete control. No questions.
No second-guessing. No worries. I needed her to live and breath for
me, and only me.
I popped open the caps of all five cum vials I had left in my
cooler, and let the thick, gooey contents slide into her mouth.
The effect was immediate and intoxicating.
Her hips began slowly to convulse, as if she was dancing.
Placing a finger against her crotch, I could feel the physical heat
pouring from her cunt. The vibrations as it trembled again and again
in orgasm. Good.
“Touch your pussy. Now. Erotically.”
“Yes.”
She obeyed, sliding her skirt and tights down, and pushing her
fingers into her clit.
“You will call me Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
Good. That was easy.
“You’re in love with me.”
“I’m in love with you, Master.”
Absolutely no resistance. Wow. The six loads of cum might have
been overdoing it a little. But if I could turn a fully-fledged, lifelong
lesbian into a happy, willing sex slave with that much...god. The
possibilities felt endless. I felt like a god.
“You love my cock.”
“I love your cock, Master”
“You don’t care about other cocks.”
She shook her head softly. “I don’t care about other cocks, Mater”
“You love only my cock.”
“I love only your cock, Master.”
“You’ll do anything for me.”
“I’ll do anything for you, Master.”
 My heart thumped with need. Fuck. She was such a beautiful
woman. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to own her. I needed to own
her as completely, if not more completely, as I had Lori and Mallory.
“You’ll forget all about firing me.”
“I’ll forget all about firing you, Master.”
“You’ll forget all about going to the cops.”
“I’ll forget all about going to the cops, Master.”
“You’ll forget about talking with Audrey today.”
“I’ll forget about talking with Audrey today, Master.”
“You won’t complain to Celise.”
“I won’t complain to Celise, Master.”
The trouble was taken care of, and I could have stopped there. I
didn’t need to keep going. I could fuck Dawn at will now, probably,
and she wouldn’t cause any problems for me. But my heart
thrummed with passion. Now that I had control over Dawn, I wanted
nothing to get in my way.
And I thought, just for a moment, how Dawn had called me a
twerp. How she threatened me. And a sick grin arrived on my face.
“You don’t want to be with Celise anymore.”
“I don’t want to be with Celise anymore, Master.”
“You’ve wanted to break up with Celise for years.”
“I’ve wanted to break up with Celise for years, Master.”
“You know I belong in charge of you.”
“I know you belong in charge of me, Master.”
Just like that, she started cumming. Her body had no sense of
control—just obedience. And her brain was giving no psychological
resistance to the constant pleasure she gave to her clit. And as soon
as she stopped cumming, I started my commands again. She still
fingered her hot, dripping wet pussy. There was a soft puddle in her
bunched-up tights, dripping down to the floor.
“You want me to run the shop for you.”
“I want you to run the shop for me, Master.”
Just like that, re-wiring everything that was important to Dawn. It
wasn’t subtle, and I didn’t care. Her entire life’s work had now been
dedicated to me. Her most personal, loving relationship was twisted
up and discarded, replaced with the pillar of light that I represented.
I was, in every sense, Dawn’s everything.
 My thoughts were heady with this sense of power I now held. I
didn’t entertain any thoughts of slowing down or moving in
increments or having any moderation. I wanted Dawn’s every
heartbeat to be dedicated to my glory as her Master and God.
“You’ve loved me for a long time, now.”
“I’ve loved you for a long time, Master.”
“You’ve nursed this crush for too long.”
“I’ve nursed this crush for too long, Master.”
“You need to be with me.”
“I need to be with you, Master.”
Her body convulsed as she came, again.
How far could I fuck up her values with this much cum? I had to
find out. I had to know if I could rearrange her entire philosophy. A
lifetime of study and hard work, desperately flailing against the
system...could I reverse it? Could I change her that much?
Only one way to find out.
“It’s right for men to be in charge of women.”
“It’s right for men to be in charge of women, Master.”
It was easy. She flopped over with a smile on her face. Relieved,
even. Happy to give in. She wanted to hear what I had to say, and
she wanted to believe me. Fingering herself while I rewrote her every
last value.
“You love being subordinate to me.”
“I love being subordinate to you, Master.”
“Women belong on their knees before strong men.”
Her grin was almost manic. Fingering herself more furiously than
before. Turned on by her corruption. Maybe this is what she thought
all along. Maybe that's why she fought so hard against it.
“Women belong on their knees before strong men, Master.”
“There’s nothing wrong with patriarchy.”
She nodded, eyes blank and face needy. “There’s nothing wrong
with patriarchy, Master.”
“You’re nothing but a hot, simple-minded fuckslave.”
“I’m nothing but a hot, simple-minded fuckslave, Master.”
I couldn’t stop myself. I took her other hand and had it wrap
around my cock as I kept feeding words and phrases into her mouth,
into her core, into her every atom of being.
 It was addicting, corrupting, compelling, unstoppable. I filled her
mind with the most debasing, devaluing thoughts I could think of.
She had been a proud lesbian fighter of patriarchy and the male
order. I transformed her, command by unstoppable command, for
over an hour, with her eyes blank and white the entire time. She was
my loveslave. She was my fuckpet. She was my bimbo lovedoll. She
knew that thinking wasn’t good for her. All she wanted, all the time,
was to obey me and give me pleasure. All she was good for was
breeding and giving me pleasure. She wanted to give me babies.
She wanted to be filled with my seed at all times. She would be
obedient and quiet, happy and eager, soft and gentle, and would
display her body for my pleasure.
I came all over her body, my cock unleashing torrents of gooey,
hot strands. I fucked her while I tranced her. I fucked her while I
fucked her mind. I did everything I could think of. She called me her
God. She knew it to be true.
By the time I was done, she was everything that she wasn’t
before.
God help me, but it felt so fucking good to do it to her.

*****

The night progressed and I didn’t leave. Inside of Dawn I had

unleashed a true sex kitten, a force of nature who was hellbent on
delivering to me the most perfect pleasures that a beautiful, virgin-to-
cock, freshly-brainwashed lesbian could provide. She screamed with
furious passion, calling me her King, her Master, her God, her Maker,
her Destroyer, her Lover, her Everything.
And I had made all of it happen, load by load of lifegiving cum
flooding into her fertile fuckdoll body.
Sometime around dawn, I still furiously fucked Dawn from behind.
For the seventh or eighth time.
“Fuck me, yes!” she moaned wildly, her body thrashing into mine.
“You're so fucking good, Master! Oh my god! You're my God! Give
me your babies, oh my god, Masterrrrr,” she was crying, moaning, a
beautiful sack of pleasure and unrestrained emotions. Nowhere near
under control. “I love you. I love you. I love you so much, oh fuck,
please, please cum, please!”
Behind us, the door busted open. Standing with her gun out was
Celise. Her beautiful face contorted with shock.
Unable to stop myself, I came—but made sure to do it outside of
Dawn's body. Into the bed sheets, in a rather diminished puddle.
Give a guy a break. I had cum maybe twelve times in that last
twenty-four hours.
“Dawn? Dawn, are you okay? I heard—”
Slowly, Celise's gun slipped down. She tugged at her jacket, not
understanding.
Her voice became very quiet. “I heard...screaming.”
She stared at me slowly. Her gun came up, and then it went
down again. I truly had no idea if she was going to kill me or arrest
me.
“I love him, Celise. I’m so sorry. I...I love him. He’s...” Dawn
gulped, her hand sliding down to my cock, stroking it unconsciously.
“He’s my everything. I don’t want to be with you anymore, Celise. I
don't love you. I don't think I ever did.”
Even Dawn looked flabbergasted as she said this. There were
two directly opposing ideas pushing in on her mind—her love of me,
so freshly minted and with every new thought and touch of my body
giving her near-orgasmic thrills. And then her long-established,
dozen-year long love of Celise. Heartbreak filled the room. My cock
pulsed with sick, twisted arousal, knowing what I had done.
And maybe it was that little pulse of evil arousal at their destroyed
life together that gave me some manner of reflective pause.
Both of them turned to me, searching for some kind of
explanation.
Okay. I said it before. And I thought I meant it then.
But this had really gotten out of control.

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