#magister amentia

[magisteramentia]

The Bunny’s Girlfriend

“Why are you dressed like a bunny girl?”

That was a weird question. Emilia blinked several times trying to make sense of it. She closed her eyes and frowned trying to go over it once again.

Firstly, she tried the last part of the sentence. It made no sense. Bunny girl?

She tried to picture it, but the first thought that came to mind was something fluffy and cute. A bunny that was also a girl.

That didn’t seem right, cute as it was. She thought of a sexy outfit, something that barely covered her body, with ample cleavage, fishnet stockings, and black bunny ears.

Emilia opened her eyes, she was wearing black mesh gloves that reached all the way to her upper arm. She stared at her hands, the cloth had some pretty vine-like design. Running her fingers over her body she found she was, in fact not wearing a bunny girl outfit.

Not in the traditional way, at least, she was wearing dark pasties over her nipples. Over her legs, she wore black mesh stockings with the same design as her arms.

And between her legs, she wore a black mesh thong that barely covered her pussy lips.

Her usually dark and full bush had disappeared, and she had no memory of ever shaving it.

Everything felt cloudy. Fuzzy.

And there was something else, instead of her bush, there was something over her mound. Black ink, although she could not make out the full design looking back. She reached down and touched it.

“Emilia?”

The voice brought her back from her reverie.

She tried to focus on the voice. It was a room dimly lit. There were cushions around, a pleasant smell, and soft music playing.

“What am I doing here?” She said out loud, dizzy and almost slurring her words.

“That’s what I would like to know.” The familiar voice said.

Emilia tried to focus, there was so much fog inside her mind, and it was giving her a something like a headache, it wasn’t painful. Felt like her mind was full of cotton.

“Who are you?” She said, unable to recognize the person in front of her. It was a woman’s voice, a silhouette that seemed familiar but she couldn’t quite place. She giggled.

“What the fuck did they do to you?” The voice said, “don’t you recognize your own girlfriend?”

Emilia focused on the girl in front of her, she looked concerned, but despite everything, she looked cute. She had brown locks of hair falling down her shoulders, her slender physique was covered in a flannel shirt and she wore a silver piercing over her right eyebrow.

Something bothered Emilia. She said, girlfriend. She did look familiar, and looking at her distraught, almost angry face caused her some pain, but for some reason, it didn’t seem real. After all, she was a bunny girl, right? Didn’t she say so herself?

“Emilia? Why are you dressed like that?” The girl took off her flannel shirt to reveal a tight white blouse underneath, it contained her round and firm breasts. She seemed to remember their shape, her almond skin, the light-brown areolas with erect nipples. The way she moaned when they were pinched and tugged.

“Lana?” Emilia said, the word, the name felt numb on her tongue. Like there was something she didn’t want to remember. She didn’t want to think of her while she was here. That was the deal.

“I-“ Emilia tried to step away from her, but Lana placed her shirt over her shoulders.

Emilia tried to shrug it off, “I am a servant here,” She said, “That’s my role. That’s my purpose.” Her mantra made her feel calm, she repeated it softly, closing her eyes, “I am a servant here, that’s my purpose.”

Emilia’s voice drifted off, droning the words automatically, “I am a servant. That’s my role. That’s my purpose.”It relaxed her whole body and made her feel hot and happy.

Lana frowned and grabbed her wrist, pulling her, “I can’t believe this. We need to go. Now.”

Emilia let herself be led, she simply drifted off and repeated her mantra. “I am a servant, that’s my role, that’s my purpose.” She heaved the words softly as her heels clicked on the floor.

Ahand reached to grab her wrist and the flannel shirt fell off her shoulders.

“Emilia?” A deep voice echoed, “What are you doing in the main room?” His hand was calloused, yet tender, it was a strong and intimate grip that she knew very well.

“Master?” She chirped and lifted her eyes. She grabbed his arm too.

“Emilia, who is your friend?” He said, his voice echoed kindness, but there was something behind it, anger? Annoyance? Had she displeased him somehow?

“She says she is my girlfriend, Master,” Emilia said looking at the floor.

He touched her chin and lifted her face, making her look into his dark eyes.

“It’s okay, pet. You have done nothing wrong,” He patted her head, caressing her hair, and she pressed her head into his hand.

“Lana,” He said, speaking to the girl that still held Emilia’s hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Can’t say the same about you, whoever you are,” Lana said with spite.

“You were not supposed to see her like this,” Master said. Emilia always recognized her Master, he was the only important thing in the world when she visited the club.

“What are you doing here?” He said touching Emilia’s lips, she kissed his fingers. He smiled. She was happy that he wasn’t angry at her.

“I came to look for my girlfriend,” Lana said pulling Emilia by the arm. She pulled back and grabbed her Master’s hand.

“And how did you find her?” He said, “Please let go of her, she doesn’t want to leave.”

“No!” Lana said, “I don’t know what did you do to her” She grabbed Emilia tight, the words came out with anger and frustration, “what kind of drugs you gave her to-“She looked at her from her heels all the way to the top of her head and said, “-to make her this, but you won’t get away with it, I will take her back and you will go to jail for it.”

“You seem to misunderstand something, Lana, you seem to think Emilia didn’t come here of her own accord. This isn’t the first time Emilia has come over to the party. She is a regular, and has been since long before she met you.”

“Liar!” She snapped and took a step forward to slap his face.

Emilia rushed in front of her, adrenaline and anger dissipated the fog inside her mind. She caught Lana’s hand in the air.

“Lana, please. Don’t make a scene, I don’t want to hurt you.” Emilia said with sadness in her eyes. She reached for Lana’s face with her other hand.

There were a woman and a man dressed in black suits behind Lana at this point, she never saw them approach.

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” she added, looking at bodyguards. They were tall and imposing, both lean and strong in opposite ways, while he was broad, she was sharp. One was a white bald man, while the woman was dark-skinned and had long curly hair.

“Is everything okay, Master?” The two of them said in unison.

“Everything is fine, Emilia’s partner came to visit, she was just trying to find a secluded spot to spend with her lover and me, isn’t that right, Lana?”

She looked into Emilia’s eyes, she was pleading.

“Yes,” Lana said seething, not yet admitting defeat.

“Excellent, please follow us,” Emilia’s Master said and led the way. He placed a hand around her waist and kept her close.

Emilia’s mind was still a bit foggy, but she could make out most of her surroundings through the dim, warm light that illuminated the halls of the club. She could hear moans echoing from Master’s other toys and guests.

They walked up the stairs, and she could see guests having fun by the pool, girls bending over and men getting serviced. It made her wet.

She looked back to see Lana hugging herself. She was livid. Emilia felt a pang inside her heart and tried to give her a reassuring smile.

Lana looked away. She didn’t know how to react.

“This way please,” Emilia’s Master said, he opened the door of his room, it had a minimalist vibe. There was a king-sized bed, unmade, and a drawer with pictures on top.

When Lana looked at them he thought they were pictures of his family. But then she looked more closely and there was a picture of a younger Emilia with a wide smile, suspended by ropes on top of the same bed.

“She was my first,” he paused and tried to find the right word, “subject that is, that’s from back when we started all of this.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed.

Emilia knelt by his side.

Lana stood in front of them trying to wrap her head around all of this.

“You see,” He said stroking Emilia’s hair, “She’s always been that girl. Long before she met you. You were not supposed to see her like this.”

“All those work trips,” Lana said, the reality dawning at her.

“She came here to be herself, to let go and decompress.” He said, he was caressing the back of her neck, she looked like his pet on his lap. “She was also, sort of working.”

Lana took a step forward, “What were you doing in that room?” She said looking at Emilia.

“Master?” Emilia looked up at him.

“I was talking to you,” Lana said, her anger spiking.

Emilia looked down, he patted his head and made her look him in the eyes. She relaxed and closed her eyes.

“It’s okay,” He whispered and looked at Lana, “She can’t remember.”

“What do you mean?” Lana took another step forward, she was about to explode.

He looked at her straight into her eyes, it was exasperating how calmly he spoke, how he held the same monotone cadence with his voice. He lifted his hand, she focused on his fingers.

“It was part of the agreement. It was what she wanted.” He said, his fingers moving down, slowly, but not stiffly. Lana followed the motion with her eyes.

She took a deep breath and stood in place.

“She didn’t want to remember anything that happened here. She just wants the pleasure, the catharsis of letting go.” His hand moved up again. It moved along with his words, with the same cadence and rhythm, “Do you understand?”

Lana nodded and blinked, she felt her anger and tension evaporate.

“Yes,” She said, “I- I think I do.”

“Good,” He said letting his hand drop.

Lana felt like something dropped to the floor. Something changed. She felt a bit more at ease, less apprehensive.

“It’s been a couple of years but she can’t let go of the feeling.” His hands moved in the air, like a conductor, or maybe trying to grasp the right word, “it’s like floating, she says.”

“Floating?” Lana said, almost in a whisper.

“Yes,” He added, “You know the feeling? The moment you can just surrender and feel in the moment?” His hand dropped again.

“Yes.” Lana said softly, nodding, she followed the movements of his hands.

“Just relaxing, feeling stripped and helpless. Vulnerable.”

His hand moved, fluttered.

And then it dropped again.

Lana felt something drop again. She gasped.

“Have you ever felt that way? Someplace, somewhere, maybe someone you can just…be open with?”

His fingers slowed down and gently fell. Like a feather.

“…yes.” Lana’s said weakly.

Her mind was slowing down. She felt relaxed. She felt naked.

But something in her mind was still bugging her. There were shadows and doubts and questions. She phrased them more calmly. She closed her eyes.

“What was she doing in that room?” Lana said, she pictured Emilia in that room on the first floor, alone, waiting, practically naked. Just another object, another piece of furniture to be used.

The image made her fluster. In that memory, in that split second where she saw her lover kneeling. She wanted her, more than ever.

A knot formed on her throat and she shook her head.

He clicked his tongue and she opened her eyes.

He spoke with his deep, calm voice, “She was waiting for someone to walk in, so she could serve them however they desired.”

Lana looked at Emilia, placidly laying her head on his lap. He was caressing her hair down to her back.

Lana cleared her throat, “You mean, fuck them?” Emilia said plainly. No anger or jealousy in her voice. It was just a fact.

“Not necessarily.” He said, his hand moved side to side, like an orchestra director’s palm, “There are many ways she could serve them. Maybe she would be asked to bring a drink. Or maybe companionship, laying down, and listening. You know she is a great listener, don’t you Lana?”

Lana nodded, following the movement of his hands.

“Yes,” She said, his hand motioned down, and Lana knelt on the floor.

“Get comfortable,” He said, “you are a great listener, aren’t you?” He caressed Emilia’s head, “just like Emilia.”

“Yes, I think so?,” Lana said, kneeling on the floor. It was a comfortable position. Kneeling on a little pillow, relaxed.

Emilia’s Master kept going, “And yes, maybe she could be asked to get on her knees like you are right now, and maybe she would be asked to lick.”

Emilia opened her eyes, getting on her knees in front of him, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock, licking it with delight.

“I am a servant, that is my role, that is my purpose.” She said between licks.

The words echoed in Lana’s mind. Those words sounded familiar somehow, like she had heart them before.

Lana felt something in her chest, jealousy? Desire? She wasn’t sure, but she didn’t move.

“Or maybe someone would ask her to bend over and she would graciously do it.” He said caressing Emilia’s face as she bobbed up and down his cock.

“Do you want to fuck my pussy Master? My ass?” She said looking up at him with empty eyes.

“You are doing great pet. Keep going.” He reassured her and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “Do you understand Lana?”

“Yes,” Lana said, she tried to focus on her girlfriend’s face licking a cock in front of her, but she could not look away from his hand dancing in front of her.

“She’s always been like that. Since we tried this out in college, back when we were lovers.” He caressed her head.

“We broke up, but she tried to stay away. But she was already addicted. She could not live without this. Without letting go of control. Without surrendering to my will.”

Lana stared at them, the way her mouth bobbed up and down, rhythmically, his words echoed with that same deep echo, “Letting go… surrendering to your will” Lana said.

“She is the one that came up with the idea of everything,” he moaned and grabbed her hair, “the club, the arrangement, the way she forgets about all of it when she is outside.”

Lana listened, but she was too focused on the way Emilia took his cock, how she was touching herself. Her own mouth felt watering. Her pussy was getting warm and wet.

He sighed, “She can even get tied, as you saw on the picture,” He added, “And she can always say no…” he chuckled, “not that she ever does.”

Emilia stopped and took out the cock from her mouth, “I am a servant, that is my role, that is my purpose,” she said with a bright smile while she stroked her Master.

“Yes you are, my cute little pet,” He said with a groan.

His hand dropped again. Lana followed it and felt as if her whole world slipped away. She felt heavy, her eyes fluttered. It was hard to focus.

“Lana,” He said, his voice distant, “Why are you here?”

“I wanted to see Emilia,” She said, her own voice felt alien to her. Like it was someone else using it.

“Why?” He said.

“I-” She struggled to find the right words, “I don’t know. I wanted to see my girlfriend.”

“How did you find her.” He said.

“I used a tracking app on her phone.”

“How did you get in? Who gave you the password?”

Lana felt like she was flopping through the dark, then she said something but it slipped away before she could register what she said.

“Interesting,” He said, “Do you understand what you just told me?”

“What did I say?” Lana frowned.

“You just told me the password.” He got up and walked up to her. “Can you say it again?”

Lana repeated the same words, she felt them in her tongue, but she could not think them. They slipped away.

“That’s okay, Lana.” He said, getting down on one knee, touching her chin and looking at her attentively.

Lana didn’t move, her mouth felt slack.

“Emilia,” He said, looking over at her “What did you do?”

Lana looked at her girlfriend behind him, she had a mischievous smile.

“Tell her what you did, Emilia.” His voice was stern, he made a motion and Emilia got on all fours, she crawled, slowly, sensuously.

“You have to understand, Lana.” She moaned the name, “It is addictive.” Emilia said, gettin closer. “I tried to give it up. I really tried, even before I met you. I tried it when I met someone else.”

Emilia knelt next to her, Lana felt calm and relaxed, her lips slightly parted. Emilia took a lock of Lana’s hair and tucked it behind her ear.

“But I can’t. I just can’t live without their hands going over my body. Without the pleasure.” She chuckled, “I am a slut.”

He grabbed her hair,

“His slut.” She moaned and caressed Lana’s face, “That’s who I am, my love.”

She brought her close, hugging her and pressing her naked chest into hers.

“I was born for this,” she said, “To feel this pleasure.” Emilia kissed her, deeply.

Lana moaned.

A single strand of drool connected them.

Emilia unbuttoned Lana’s blouse.

“And I listened to you. I listened and listened, and felt your desire, your pain.”

Emilia unhooked Lana’s bra, letting out those sensitive nipples that she loved. She pinched her nipples, making Lana moan.

“And this kind of pleasure. I just knew I had to share it with you, that you would love to let go.”

“…Let go” Lana said.

“That you would love to be like me.” Emilia touched Lana’s lips and kissed her. Her breath was hot and filled with lust. Her tongue went deep inside Lana’s mouth. Emilia embraced her, made her shiver in place.

Lana’s fingers twitched.

“And I just can’t live without you anymore.”

Her Master chuckled, “Be honest.”

“I just can’t live without this pleasure anymore.” She whispered into her ear, “I just had to break you. Take you and corrupt you. Just like you wanted.”

Emilia kissed Lana’s neck, her tits.

“I needed to make you all pliable and docile,” her hands went lower, to the abdomen, to the rim of her pants. “like a doll ready to be played with.”

Someone walked in, another girl dressed like Emilia, she handed a drink to their Master and walked away.

He sat back on the bed and sipped his drink, slowly, like he was watching a show he had seen a dozen times.

Emilia unbuttoned Lana’s pants, her fingers slid down, touching her clit, gently rubbing and pinching.

The other hand slid down between her own legs, rubbing the same way she was pleasing Lana, she panted, “But I also love you, and I want you to feel this as well. I want you to surrender, just like you always wanted.” Emilia said as she pulled down her panties, “Which is why I did this.”

Two finger’s slid so easily past Lana’s slit.

Lana moaned. Emilia smiled.

“I knew you were curious about me, about my past. I tried to keep you away, but you kept prodding. And eventually, you found out. I never thought I would find you like this in front of my computer, begging for release.”

“I know you don’t remember,” Emilia licked Lana’s juices from her fingers, “I made sure. You didn’t.”

“But I had to make sure, I needed to know you were like me. Which is why I let you follow me.”

Emilia pulled away the pasties protecting her erogenous zones. She began to touch herself, kneeling in front of Lana, watching her empty eyes.

“I had to prepare you, I had to put you under every night and made sure you forgot every morning.”

“And here you are,” Emilia whispered with a smile, “kneeling in front of me. Wet, horny, mindless.”

“I want you to join me. I want you to become like me. Please Lana, my love, tell me you want it too. I can’t live without this!” Emilia grabbed Lana’s hand and made brought it to her chest. She reached for her neck and caressed Lana’s face with her thumb, “I can’t live without you.”

Finally, Emilia’s Master stood up. He got naked and walked toward the two kneeling girls.

“Do you remember now? those nights, Lana?” Emilia said shivering with nervousness and excitement, “Do you remember how I kept talking to you, pulling you deeper and deeper?”

Lana nodded.

Emilia smiled and looked up at her Master, his cock was gorgeous and it stood in front of her, between her and her girlfriend.

“You remember my words, my voice, how I touched you. The way I guided you?”

Lana nodded again, she could remember the pleasure.

“That’s exactly what happened to me, I surrendered, I drifted off, I just followed the pleasure.”

Lana gasped. She kissed Emilia’s thumb as she guided her closer.

“I sought this pleasure.” Emilia said, “Just as you do now.”

Emilia kissed her Master’s cock.

“I wanted this,” She said, kissing it again, she brought Lana’s face to him.

“Do you want this?” Emilia asked.

Lana stood there, her eyes empty, but she looked at her girlfriend, and then up.

“Yes.” Lana moaned, “I want this,” she said and kissed her Master’s cock.

Emilia shared a kiss with her girlfriend and her Master’s cock. Licking the tip, licking her girlfriend’s tongue.

“I know you do.” Emilia said, caressing her body, “You’ve told me all your fantasies, your secrets. I know all of your desires. And I want to make them come true.”

Emilia kissed her girlfriend’s neck, letting Lana’s lips focus on their Master’s cock.

“I will tied you down,” Emilia said into Lana’s ear, “I will blindfold you. I will have men and women waiting to fuck you.”

Her hands roamed her body, Lana kept bobbing her head, drool dripping on her chest and the floor.

“You will never know whose cock you sucked, whose pussy you licked,” Emilia said playing with Lana’s clit. “You will drift off, only focusing on the pleasure you feel.”

“You will be just like me.” Emilia punctuated pushing two fingers inside Lana’s pussy.

“Just like all the other toys I broke for my Master.”

Lana moaned with her Master’s cock in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Is that true, Lana?” Their Master groaned, holding Lana’s head back, “Do you want to be just like your girlfriend? Do you want to become a mindless pleasure doll, like Emilia?”

“Yes,” Lana whimpered, trying to get back to the task at hand. She wanted to feel a cock in her mouth, she wanted to keep feeling Emilia’s finger inside her.

She wanted to bask in that pleasure.

“Yes,” She said, looking into his eyes. Emilia looked up at him too. She kept playing with her pussy, her other hand reached and began to stroke her master’s cock.

Lana instinctively reached for her breast, she wanted to feel her body used. Hands caressing her breasts, her neck, she needed more. She wanted to please.

“Would you like to serve me? Lana?” He groaned. He felt himself growing close.

“Yes, Master.” Lana whimpered, playing with her nipples, her whole body was shaking, shivering in need, “Please master, I want to serve you.”

Emilia’s hand sped up, she heard him groan and felt him tense up. He twitched under her grasp.

He came over Lana, over Emilia, coating their faces and their chest. Strings of cum landing on both their mouths.

Lana felt electricity run through her body, she did a good job, and she pleased her Master. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body making her convulse and throw back limply against Emilia.

And Emilia simply smiled, licking the cum clean from the corner of her mouth.

Lana slowly came back, gasping, there was something inside her head. Words that repeated over and over inside her mind. The password. She remembered them.

“I am a servant,” Lana said, “That is my role, thank you, Master, for giving me a purpose.”

“Good girls,” He said and patted their heads. Then he turned to Emilia, “Emilia, we are not done yet, we have to welcome her. Get her on the bed, clean her.”

Emilia beamed with a smile, “Of course, Master,” And helped Lana to her feet only to lead her to the bed.

She licked her Master’s cum from her chest, from her face, sharing a kiss that tasted of him.

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[magisteramentia]

Shared Triggers

Sarah waited for a reply, she could see the little dots on the screen. The need was consuming her patience.

His words were almost like a drug by now.

Finally his message appeared.

“Thank you for telling me all that.”

“I like how honest and open you’ve become. Sharing your desires, and letting me into your mind.”

“But…”

Sarah’s heart was beating fast. But? What was wrong?

“But you told me your roomate found you.”

She felt her mouth dry. That was true. Paula found her in the middle of one of their sessions, in front of the screen, her whole body shaking with a delicious orgasm.

“Yes.” She typed and waited.

“What happened after that?”

Sarah began to type, almost like her body was on automatic.

“I was still out of it, in a sort of dream space.”

“And then I saw her, she was standing over my shoulder, looking at the screen…

Reading what I was reading.”

She looked so hot, She thought.

“She looked so hot,” She typed.

“Did she read our conversation?”

“Yes, she asked to read all of it. I don’t know if she was curious or if she was worried. But I read it all over again with her.”

“I don’t know what happened after that.

I think I had another orgasm.

I think she did as well.

I don’t know if we kissed, or if that was a dream.”

She stopped typing. Sarah felt overwhelmed, confessing to the man she barely knew. And she didn’t know if that actually happened, the lower inhibitions of being in a mindless trance, the post-orgasmic stupor.

It all made it seem unreal.

But since then she wondered. Did that really happen?

The memory of her soft lips, her tongue. The shared orgasm.

Then and there, Sarah felt another orgasm begin to build up.

The three dots appeared on the screen again.

She read his words.

“Would you like it to happen again?”

“Yes,” She replied without a doubt.

“Tell me, what is it you want?”

“I want to see her empty eyes,

I want to taste her lips,

I want to grope her body as she mindlessly reads your words.”

Sarah was almost gasping, her body was reacting almost as if she was being groped, as if she was the subject surrendering to the will of someone else.

“Do you think that she wants that?”

Sarah doubted for a second. Could it be that Paula would be into it, could she enjoy that?

Then something lit up.

“I think she does. She asked for a copy of our conversation.”

Sarah waited. There was no response. The expectation felt deliciously painful, like she was on the verge of an orgasm, all she needed was permission.

“Then, why don’t you share a something else? Why don’’t you share a trigger with her?”

Sarah felt something wash over her, relief? Lust? It was a pleasant sensation.Those words awoke something on her that she didn’t know was there.

“How would that work?” She typed.

“You could share the same trigger, that either of you would say to the other to become the other’s plaything whenever they want.”

“Let’s say… My beloved doll.”

“And everytime you hear it or read it, you would fall into trance, eager to be played with, eager to service your roomate.”

“And everytime you say it or write it, your roomate would fall into trance, eager to play and please you.”

Sarah felt like those words were true already.

“Ask her if she want to read another of our conversation, and if she enjoys the idea, it should work.”

“Then you can do with her whatever you want, or be her plaything as long as either of you wants.”

“Can you imagine, how easy it would be to solve roomate problems? Imagine in the middle of a discussion about the dishes, and then you could simply drop the trigger, make her fall deep into trance. And she becomes your perfect doll to play with her as she does the dishes.”

“Or her coming into the shower with you only to drop you under a deep trance, making you fall into your knees and please her with your tongue after she had a long day.”

“Wouldn’t you love that? To be a pretty toy? For her to be your doll?”

“Yes” She said out loud as she typed.

“Wouldn’t you love to listen to those words,

To feel pleasure

Whenever you hear those words

My beloved doll

Wouldn’t you like to go deep for me

Wouldn’t you like to go deep for her

To surrender

To fall deeper and deeper

Everytime you read those words

My beloved doll

Everytime she calls you

My beloved doll

Wouldn’t you love to become mine

To become hers

To be pliant

Obedient

To surrender and fall

Wouldn’t you like that,

My beloved doll.”

“Yes”

“Yes”, she muttered, and it was all that Sarah could muster to type. She was already halfway there with her programming. If Paula walked in right then and there, she would be able to use her.

Enjoy her, make her do anything and she wouldn’t be able to refuse. She would simply accept her touch.

Her voice.

Her words.

She was so pliant that if Paula walked in right now she could make her forget the second half and become Paula’s plaything if she ever wanted.

She would do anything she wanted.

“My beloved doll.” It was almost as if she could hear her voice.

Paula, her Mistress.

It was as if she was whispering on her ears…

Almost like she could feel a hand slide down her blouse, groping her breasts. Fingers rolling over her erect and sensitive nipples.

Another hand sliding down her pants, under her panties, fingers playing with her wet pussy and clit.

Sarah gasped, leaning back taking her eyes away from the screen.

Paula was behind her.

“And you could become my plaything,” Her roommate said into her ear with a wide smile.

Sarah nodded.

“I’m your plaything.” She muttered, echoing her Mistress’ words.

Paula smiled.

“Of course, we should thank our Master on the other side of the screen.” She said.

“Thank you, Master.” Sarah typed, “I’m yours and Paula’s plaything.”

“Good girls.”

Paula and Sarah kissed each other, a wave of pleasure hit them as they read.

Sarah was gasping in heat by the time Paula broke the kiss and pushed her away from the computer.

“See you soon, Master,” Paula typed, “I gotta go play with my new toy.”

“Have fun, Paula, my beloved doll.”

Paula felt another wave of pleasure hit her. She was going to have fun.

Logging off the computer, she grabbed Sarah gently by the wrist, leading her to the bed to lay down face up.

Sarah was already panting, half undressed. Mindless and wet.

Paula licked her lips. She pulled off her panties and climbed on top of her roommate.

“You know what to do, Sarah,” Paula said spreading her pussy open. Sarah mindlessly began to lick.

She was nothing but a toy for her roommate to play with.

A beloved doll.

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A bit of an experiment on both format and writing, based on an old experience I had with a follower. Hope you enjoyed.

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Pride

It was a bit unexpected when a girl came up to me and asked if I wanted a free kiss during the parade.

I gave her a little smile, she was cute with her cute little bi-flag on her shoulder.

I looked at my partner, Julian, and he nodded at me saying, "Go ahead,'' I didn’t want him to be jealous, and I wanted to know if he was okay with the consequences of this seemingly innocent little kiss.

He knew what was bound to happen.

“Sure, why not.” He said.

Sure, why not. I thought. The girl was cute, her little nose, those dark brown eyes, her shiny black hair, and that lovely smile.

It made my heart jump a little bit.

I leaned down, puckered my lips and we shared what should have been an innocent little peck.

If it was anyone else.

The moment our lips touched I felt a connection forming. Like an electric circuit closing and linking her to me.

There was a soft moan, a visible shiver that ran through her body as she took a step back.

The poor little thing didn’t know what hit her. Blushing, she apologized and ran away, holding her friend’s hand. They dropped a small cardboard sign that read, “Free Kisses”. She probably thought that we would never meet again.

But it was done.

Julian and I walked down among the multitude, watching all the people wearing skimpy outfits, shibari in plain daylight, the shirtless boys. Lovely people in drag and more.

My lover waved his blue, white, and pink flag as we shared a kiss among the crowd.

We walked to the little alleys between the big building on the route of the parade.

He was panting, barely holding back. I grinned at him.

“Already?” I whispered into his ear.

As a reply, he simply nodded and moaned.

“This way,” I said and held his hand, leading him past a couple that were kissing against a wall. The sound of the music and the cheer faded to a murmur.

It was hot, both the weather and Julian. He was panting, his were eyes distant and filled with need.

No one had noticed the little rotor that I tucked inside his cunt before the parade began.

“Are you thirsty,” I asked.

He nodded, his eyes were pleading with me to do something, anything.

I took a sip from our water bottle and held his chin, kissing him, I made him drink from my lips.

My hands began to roam his naked chest, caressing him, I felt a tingling sensation.

She was close.

I felt her, heard her approach, trying to mask her movement with lithe steps.

Without looking back, I knew she was watching us.

I caressed Julian’s waist, my hands sliding down to the rim of his pants, unzipping them, pulling them down gently.

My tongue danced with his, my fingers slid between his legs, caressing his tdick, rubbing his hard nub.

Loud moans escaped from his lips the moment I broke the kiss.

Leaning into his ear I whispered, “Open your eyes, my darling, we have an audience.”

Julian, my obedient little boy. He complied, and I knew he met her eyes since I heard a little gasp from behind us.

But she didn’t shy away, she didn’t leave.

He licked and bit his lips, looking at her.

“My exhibitionist slut,” I said and slid two fingers inside his cunt.

Gasping, he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of my fingers fucking his cunt. His moans became louder, he was performing for her.

There was that feeling, like electricity vibrating through the air, that connection. Her eyes darted between us, the lust began to consume her.

I closed my eyes and listened, to Julian panting, the distant rumble of the parade, the music.

And I heard her breathe, the way she fumbled in her clothes. I listened as she slid her hands between her legs, the way she tried to stifle a moan the moment her fingers touched her clit.

Julian pulled me closer, his fingernails digging into my skin.

“Come closer,” he said.

I could feel the doubts in her mind. The confusion and apprehension.

She took a single step forward and all that hesitation evaporated.

I hear her skirt drop to the floor before she knelt.

“What’s your name, little butterfly?” Julian asked between moans.

“Nicole?” She said, almost uncertain of their own name, then she added, “Nicky.”

I didn’t pay her much attention. I could feel her arousal grow. Her fingers playing with her clit, sliding inside her pussy. She was trying to feel what Julian was feeling.

She was dripping, fucking herself with the same cadence and rhythm as my fingers were fucking Jamie.

“How do you feel, Nicky?” He said, his voice dripping with need.

Nicky gulped, she looked around.

I took my fingers away from Julian’s cunt, and turned around, “Don’t.” I said and grabbed her chin, letting my fingers slide into her mouth. She took them with delight, licking them and closing her eyes, “Focus on this, on that feeling. Forget about everything else.”

I felt her consciousness begin to dim, “let go of everything else, just your pleasure and us.”

Both hands were on her pussy. Her left hand was fucking her, a little faster, a little harder; while the fingers of her right hand danced gently over her clit.

She was breathing hard. Her need was taking over.

Julian walked around her.

“Would you like to feel his fingers in your cunt, my little butterfly?” He said, whispering into her ear.

She moaned and eagerly nodded.

“Or would you like to feel his cock?” He groped her tits over the fabric of her blouse.

Nicky jumped in place and opened her eyes.

Immediately she saw my cock, rock hard above her face.

She gasped.

Julian grabbed her chin, looking into her eyes, he kissed her.

“Would you?” He said when they broke the kiss.

Nicky stared at him, blushing, she nodded.

“How about we start by serving him? Our master.”

Nicky averted her eyes. Her mind was going fast, trying to cope with what was happening.

Julian led her head and my cock.

The young girl looked up at me, closed her eyes, and whispered, “…Master.” Before kissing the tip of my cock.

The moment her lips touched my cock, I felt that connection grow. It was like electricity running through my body. Pleasure spreading from my cock, going up through my spine and spreading through all my body.

And I knew she was feeling the same.

I moaned.

She moaned.

For a second she shivered, kneeling and trying not to move. Pleasure going through her whole being was overwhelming her mind, her body.

Julian smiled and joined her.

His tongue ran from my balls and up my shaft. He was feeling the same shared pleasure as Nicky and me. But he was used to it.

It was addicting.

Julian helped her, moving her head. Kissing her over my cock.

After that initial connection, she slowly began to move by herself, enjoying my cock. Licking and looking up at me.

Julian’s fingers teased her pussy.

Nicky’s hand found its way to his cunt.

After a few moments that felt like forever, I was getting close.

Then I felt Julian, his mischief and desire.

“You are good,” he said with an impish smile. “But we don’t him cum. Not yet”

“Fuck.” I moaned.

Julian got up and helped Nicky stand up.

He unbuttoned her blouse, letting her tits out. She was not wearing a bra.

“Ever licked someone else’s cunt?” He said groping her body.

Nicky blushed again, turning a bit red.

“Just my friend. The one I was with?”

Julian leaned against the wall, he spread his legs and his cunt.

I smiled at him, going around Nicky, grabbing her waist, kissing her neck.

The girl whimpered, feeling that connection deepening with every touch between us.

“What happened to your friend?” I asked while I felt her firm breasts; while touching and pinching her nipples.

“She is waiting for me in a nearby cafe,” Nicky said.

Julian pulled her for a kiss. He smiled.

“Have you ever licked someone else’s cunt while a cock is fucking yours?” He said staring into her eyes.

Nicky shivered.

“You are going to love it,” he said and led her down between his legs.

I pulled her back, helping her bend at the waist. Nicky’s hands grabbed Julian’s ass and legs, not letting go.

I took a moment, waiting at the entrance, “Just one more thing,” I said caressing Nicky’s ass, grabbing her waist.

Julian grabbed her face and looked down at her, he caressed her lips and said, “If you do this, there is no going back. You can no longer feel without his cock. He is addictive. You can still go back, it was fun. And the connection will fade away with time.”

There was genuine concern in his voice. He loved this, but his connection told me he was worried.

Not everyone can handle it.

And.

He can get possessive at times.

With my hand on Nicky’s hips, I felt her mind panic. How could we be so mean? Showing her what this felt and stepping away? Taking it all back.

“Please?” Nicky said and in a single motion, she thrust back, fucking herself with my cock, and leaning down to kiss Julian’s tdick.

Nicky shook at moaned the moment my cock slid between her pussy lips. I felt her pleasure.

Their pleasure.

And they felt mine.

It was like a feedback loop, feeding into each other’s desires and lust. Moaning and grasping each other’s skins.

Julian pulled me for a kiss. Nicky clenched her pussy. I grasped Nicky’s hair, pushing her into Julian’s cunt.

We fucked each other.

Pleasure building up. My cock thrusts faster. Julian moaned louder.

I pulled Nicky close, grabbing her tits.

Julian pulled us both close.

He kissed her.

We all kissed.

Our connection burned bright.

Panting, sweating, focused on each other’s bodies. I kissed Nicky, a passionate and deep kiss this time.

Julian then pulled me and kissed me with love. Almost like he was asserting his place, reminding us he was there first. That he was mine.

Nicky then kissed Julian, caressing his face. “I don’t mind.” She said and pinched his nipple.

He laughed.

“Maybe next time you would like to bring your friend?”

Our little butterfly smiled.

“She’s been watching us for a while now.” She said, “You can come out now.”

Julian and I looked back to the entrance of the alley. There she was, staring at us. Kneeling and playing with her tits and pussy just like Nicky had.

“You are not the only ones that have a deep connection,” She said, and placed a finger on both of us, “But maybe… is it okay if I call my boyfriend? He must be worried, and might want to join us.” She winked at me.

I grabbed her chin and kissed her.

“Of course,” I said.

Julian pulled her close and kissed her too, “Of course, our little butterfly.”

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We are back on the saddle. Things were tumultuous last year. Will make a post about that later on.

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The Program

Isabelle was into the program for the little changes, but she didn't expect it to be so... Intense.

Few months ago, as the year turned, she she made a resolution to eat more healthy and get fit. She was the kind of person that didn’t like going for easy and fast results. She was a smart girl, high school valedictorian, top three in her college class. Now that she was halfway through her masters, filled with anxiety and stress juggling her thesis and a shitty job that didn’t pay nearly enough. As a new year began she decided it was time for a change.

So she began researching for a way to get the best results no matter the effort or the time. And looking through her social media she found that many of her former classmates, male and female, went through amazing transformations.

There were pictures of her male ex-classmates in the beach with muscle bodies, even the engineering nerds. The women were posting pictures of themselves in the gym with crop tops showing their chiseled abs and their perfect bodies.

Looking at all her former classmates and friends looking so hot made her think that maybe she was bi.

She began contacting a few of them, asking them how they were and reminiscing about their time in college before asking them about how they achieved their perfect body. Most were dismissive saying, “I just don’t think it’s for you, you know”, Isabelle thanked them anyway but kept with her research.

Finally she reached to her best friend, Lizzy, the one that took the second place from her and the one that had gone the most incredible transformation. Isabelle wouldn’t dare to call her a bimbo since she was a very smart woman despite giving up her career to become a mother and a housewife, but…

But she could not put another word for the body she was featuring in her profile picture now days.

Nonetheless she contacted Lizzy and set an appointment to meet her at a nearby café.

Eagerly she told her about The Program. It was an invite-only website that she had signed up and so did most of their classmates.

“Are there any side effects?” Isabelle said taking note of everything Lizzy told her.

Lizzy giggled, Isabelle didn’t remember ever listening to her laugh that way.

“Uhm, like, I don’t think so?” She said taking a sip from her double mochaccino with whipped cream. She took a dollop of cream and licked it very suggestively.

Isabelle felt a bit uncomfortable.

“I mean, I feel a lot more horny lately, but I think that’s mostly the post-pregnancy hormones, you know? even my tits are bigger, full of milk to feed the twins.” She added squeezing her breasts together.

She could only remember her wearing baggy sweaters and didn’t know if she had grown a cup or two but they were definitely bigger.

“But other than that is great! I mean look at me, after giving birth I thought it would be difficult to get back in shape but I feel better than ever.” She said in a chirpy voice and took another sip from her coffee.

Isabelle took notes. She was skeptic but she could hardly argue with the results. She told her about all the other girls as well how much weight they had lost and how their lives had improved. It was almost as if The Program had cleaned their skin, watered her crops and even cured their depression.

She chortled and covered her mouth to hide her laugh. Lizzy didn’t realize since her babies began to cry.

“There, there,” She leaned over the stroller and hugged one while handing the other a bottle, “You don’t mind if I feed them, right?” Lizzy didn’t give her time to answer before she pulled out her breast and showed Isabelle her darkened and hard nipples.

The baby suckled and drank. Lizzy closed her eyes, but released a very audible moan.

Isabelle stopped writing and gulped unable to take her eyes away from the same age as her.

“You seem sensitive, does it hurt?” Isabelle asked licking her lips.

Lizzy seemed dazed and out of herself, her voice gave a pleasant purr, “Sorry?”

“Does it hurt? I mean, when they drink?” Isabelle leaned closer not knowing why she was so interested in her former classmates tits.

“No,” Lizzy said with a vapid smile on her lips, “It feels… incredible.”

Isabelle nodded and stared at her friend’s placid face. Then she gathered her things while talking as fast as she could, “Well, thank you it was a pleasure talking to you after such a long time, I will be seeing you bye.”

Lizzy watched her go, “The pleasure was all mine,” Was all that she could say in a husky purr as Isabelle left the café and people around her tried not to stare.

The young woman could not believe how turned on she was, but she could hardly deny the results of The Program Lizzy spoke about.

When she arrived home Isabelle opened the website and made sure to input Lizzy’s referral code. It seemed safe enough and not a scam, and it also seemed to work very well for everyone.

The only thing that was worrying her was how erotic the end of that conversation became. How distant and vapid her intelligent friend had become.

“But Lizzy was always a perverted slut,” She said out loud trying to reassure herself, “I am sure it will be okay.”

The landing page was very standard, images of fit men and women, testimonials, things like that.

After she signed up with her personal email she was led to a small introductory video. The instructions told her to use headphone so that the tutorial would be more effective and guide her through The Program.

It played as with any other exercise program with an instructor/trainer, a woman in her thirties wearing yoga pants and a sports bra, she explained the classic stuff of willpower and determination, building habits. It was shot in a calm garden with the sound of running water and birds as well as soft music playing on the background.

She moved on to explain in more detail the satisfaction rates as well as statistics. Isabelle took note of everything.

But after a while the music began to get into her head, it was too calming, too soft and relaxing. As much as she tried to focus, she ended up spaced out.

The moment the tutorial was over, the pen she was holding fell down. Blinking several times, she cleaned a bit of drool from her chin and moved on to the next page.

The soft hum kept playing in the background of the page and Isabelle didn’t find anywhere to turn it off, but even so she didn’t mute her computer or take off her headphones.

She filled out a questionnaire with everything from her height, weight, her goals. All the standard stuff for a health and diet program, or at least it was the standard until the second set of questions appeared.

How big was her chest, in a scale of 1 to 10 how sensitive are your nipples. When was the last time you had an orgasm? Would you say you cum more easily from penetration or clitoral stimulation.

Those were very invasive questions, but she kept filling them and listening to the soft hum in her earphones.

Before she knew it she was done answering all the questions, half of them she didn’t even remember.

The page loaded and finally informed her it had a plan ready for her to follow to achieve her goals before the end of the year.

Excited, Isabelle downloaded the plan on her phone. Every video and exercise began with a guided meditation with the calming soundtrack that she rapidly grew accustomed to.

After the meditation, the program would guide her through a series of exercises programed for that day.

Every week she would receive a newsletter with a progress tracker and some quotes to inspire her, the first one said that small changes in her habits could reap the biggest results.

And it did. The following morning she had her usual breakfast of milk, cereal and a glass of orange juice followed by her setting up her yoga mat and playing the first video on her phone.

She breathed, relaxed.

She listened to the voice of her instructor.

Focusing on the music humming on the background.

She breathed, letting air fill her chest.

She exhaled letting the stress go.

She nodded as her instructor’s voice made her fall deep into trance…

Then she dozed off.

Next thing she knew her alarm was going off, she was sweaty and sore. She barely remembered her workout at all.

It was already half an hour later and she would have to shower quickly to get on time to her job.

The water was cold and she was thankful for it, for some reason she felt horny, her pussy was dripping and even with the freezing water, her fingers slid easily over her clit trying to scratch that need.

Frustrated and sore she rushed and went on with her day job.

Retail is not particularly easy or stress relieving, but it was all she could do while working on her thesis, the afternoons were free for her to study and go to class or review with the professor in charge.

As the day went on, and the hardships of handling costumers piled up on her; Isabelle found herself instinctively reaching for her phone during her break, fiddling through social media and watching Lizzy in her fabulous milf body, bitting her lip she closed the app and decided to play the meditation video from The Program.

She breathed in.

Relaxed.

And the rest of her shift melted away in a pleasant, hazy daze. Before closing, a client approached her and told her what a pretty smile she had. Normally she would dismiss such comments, but this time she giggled and thanked him.

Back home she played the meditation file over and over again while she opened her books and sat down to study and work over her thesis.

Stretching, she looked at the clock and despite feeling like only a few minutes had passed she already had three pages written; hightlited several pages of different books and taken copious notes. Despite all that, she still felt relaxed and full of energy.

And despite the late hour, she didn’t feel any hunger. Then she reached to the side and found a protein mix that she didn’t remember preparing or even buying.

She gulped, feeling a bit nervous about having some time lagoons in her mind. But the music was so soothing.

So relaxing.

Isabelle breathed in and decided that the small changes were for the better.

Closing the books she walked to the bed, and threw away her clothes to the laundry basket.

She wasn’t sleepy, she was energized. But it was late and she needed to sleep. The Program remarked the importance of a good night sleep. So she climbed on the bed and left the phone charging on the side.

But the music never stopped.

Isabelle needed to do something with all that energy.

She turned off the lights and threw a pillow over her head. Tossing and turning she was not comfortable or ready to go to sleep.

The music was helping, but it wasn’t enough. She needed to- She needed to-

She took the pillow from her face and placed it between her legs.

“That’s better” she thought as she tried to get into a more comfortable position. Laying down, with the pillow between her legs.

Isabelle pressed her chest on the mattress, trying to focus on the music, But the pillow was rubbing her in a way that felt almost like she was naked.

And that’s when she realized, she was naked. She never grabbed her pajamas. She simply climbed on top of the bed and listened.

She tried to stand up, but the feeling of the fabric, the pillow rubbing her clit in just the most delicious way.

An image formed in her mind. It was Lizzy in front of her, her mouth gaping, her blouse open to let her big and full chest heave. She wanted to taste those dark nipples. She wanted her hand between her legs.

Isabelle rode her pillow, with her mouth gasping for air, repeating her friend’s name over and over “Lizzy,” as she teased her clit and her nipples.

She wanted to kiss her, she wanted to grab her by the neck and lead her down between her legs so that Lizzy would worship her pussy, licking, riding her face.

As she rode her pillow, teasing and playing with her pussy and nipples, there was a soft voice in the back of her head. It sounded familiar.

Focus on the pleasure. You are pleasure. You were made for pleasure

It drilled the words in her head. Echoing back and forth with Lizzy’s naked image in her mind. Her soft thighs, her toned ass. Her hard nipples.

You’re pleasure. You were made for pleasure. Focus on your pleasure.

The voice sounded like Lizzy, caressing her head, with that cadence that reminded her of the meditation file. Soft, relaxed, pliant.

Obedient.

You were made for pleasure. Focus on the pleasure. You’re pleasure.

In Isabelle’s mind, Lizzy held her close. Kissing her, leading her down between her legs. Touching and pleasing her. But now it was her turn. Now she had to please her. She was made for pleasure.

She leaned down, her tongue out, she needed to please Lizzy, to make her cum. Then she would cum. She was made for pleasure, she was pleasure, she needed to focus on the pleasure.

So close.

Isabelle drooled and bit the pillow, imagining Lizzy’s body, her sex, the short dark pubes, her voice guiding her.

And then the voice. The one on the back of her head, Lizzy’s voice, it whispered.

Cum.

Isabelle convulsed, grasping the sheets, holding her pillow tight between her legs. The moans and guttural sounds of her orgasm drowned by the pillow against her mouth.

Cum. The voice repeated. Cum for me.

Another wave of pleasure hit Isabelle. Making her feet curl and her back arch. Her whole body clenched as waves of electricity coursed through her body.

Cum for me, my pleasure doll. The voice whispered and vanished.

Isabelle passed out, listening to the soft noises of nature that had accompanied her orgasms.

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Caution, hypnotic language ahead.

Let your mind focus on the swing of the incense

The smoke filling up your mind

It has a sweet smell

It moves and waves

Back and forth

Back and forth

Get lost in the motion

Back and forth

Back and forth

You can see the smoke raising

It’s soft and gentle

Surrounding you

Back and forth

Back and forth

Relax

Get comfortable

It is a pleasant sensation

A pleasant smell

The smoke makes you feel good

It makes you drift along

Back and forth

Back and forth

Getting lost in the smoke

Your mind drifts, but it’s pleasant

You can let go

You can relax

You can feel good

As you breath, it makes you feel better

Breathe in

Breathe out

Back and forth

Breathe in

Breathe out

Back and forth

Your body feels good

As you breathe you begin to feel warmer

You feel good

Pleasure begins to build up from within you

Softly

Gently

The smoke caressing your skin

It makes you feel better with each breath

Breathe in

Breathe out

Back and forth

It fill your mind with desire

With pleasure

Get lost in those sensations

Follow your desires

Let them guide you

Feel your body

Surrender yourself to the pleasure

Focus on the pleasure

You are pleasure

You were made for pleasure

Those sensations growing within you

Stronger

More vivid

Let your hands wander your body

Caress your skin

Pleasure filling your mind with each breath

Breathe in

Breathe out.

Follow those desires

Your hands giving you pleasure

Give in

Let go

Breathe in

Breathe out

Go closer to the pleasure

You can see the edge

Feel your body almost there

Pleasure growing stronger

And let yourself feel that release

Go over the edge.

Let yourself climax

Release and relax

Breathe in

Breathe out

Relax and softly come back

Let yourself be refreshed

You know that you needed that

Relax

Breathe in

Breathe out

Let your mind come back

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Today is one of those days I feel like a beast in heat.

Just letting my instincts take over, untamed and fueled by desire. Wanting to jump on someone, mounting them from behind, my nails digging into the skin of their shoulders, their hips or their back.

My teeth and fangs sinking and biting their neck, grunting over their ear as I thrust my hips, fucking them until the red fog lifts from my brain, having cummed inside them, filling them to the brim with my seed. Panting and gasping while I realize what I have done.

Collapsing back. Sitting, my cock still hard.

I notice the leash around my neck. When did you put it on me? how? I wonder.

A tamed beast, they turn around, lean forward and suck me.

And slowly I go back to that animalistic nature, ready to pounce back. Holding their hands above their head, looking at the lust filled eyes, before my cock goes back in, wanting to breed them, use them. Fuck them, until they are just as me. A panting, broken animal, drooling and cumming until there is nothing left but the pleasure that shattered their mind.

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The Maid’s Debt - Chapter Four

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Cindy could not sleep. She twisted and turned in her bed, in frustration and lust-fueled fear. Cindy could not sleep. She twisted and turned in her bed, in frustration and lust-fueled fear.

She waited for the door to open, for Mr. or Mrs. Ramirez to walk up to her bed, pull the covers, and see her with her hand between her legs.

She waited.

But they never came.

She checked her phone and found that it was almost five in the morning.

She closed her eyes, but inside her mind, Cindy envisioned a girl wearing nothing except for a latex hood. She was tied and bent over by the waist. Her legs were spread, and she kept whimpering, moaning and strands of drool dripping from her gagged mouth.

She went past the threshold, her feet creaking on the wooden floor, “Elizabeth?” She said, almost in a whisper.

The girl’s nipples were erect. She approached, she could smell the lust and desire, almost taste it.

With one hand, she reached for the hood and pulled it slowly.

It wasn’t Elizabeth. It was her own face ecstatic with pleasure.

She felt a latex clad-hand slide down her chest from behind, a sexy voice whispered hot air into her ear, “So nice of you to join us, Cindy.”

“Cindy?” Came the voice with a soft knock.

Cindy opened her eyes and groaned. Her fingers were coated in her juices, she cleaned her hand on the bedsheets and fixed her panties before finding her pants.

“Just a sec!” She said as she threw the covers over the vibrator, “Come in.” Cindy said trying to act as if she was making the bed.

Elizabeth walked in, under the long maid outfit, Cindy could tell she was wearing a new latex outfit, a white one, judging from the visible gloves covering Elizabeth’s hands.

She made a curtesy and smiled, “Good morning, Cindy.”

Elizabeth’s smile unnerved Cindy.

“Good morning,” Cindy replied and tried not to stare at the maid.

Elizabeth took another step inside the room, Cindy took a step back, “You don’t need to do that,” She said and helped Cindy make the bed.

“Also,” Elizabeth bent down, “you forgot to unplug it,” and pulled the vibrator wand from under the bed by the cord. She giggled.

Cindy laughed too, nervously.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell the Masters about last night,” Elizabeth made sure the bed didn’t have any wrinkles and then looked directly into Cindy’s eyes, there was a fiery lust burning in Elizabeth, “That is, if that’s what you want.”

Cindy’s mouth was agape. Then Elizabeth winked and turned around to leave.

“Yes, thank you,” Cindy mumbled, “I mean, no, please don’t tell them. I really appreciate it.”

Elizabeth looked over her shoulder, “Don’t mention it.” And walked forward, the distinctive sound of her heels clicking on the floor, she stopped under the door, “The breakfast will be ready soon, the shower here can be a bit tricky to handle, old pipes and all, it can be too hot or a bit cold for this weather, tell me if you have any problems.”

Her hips swayed as she moved down the corridor. Cindy stared at the coming and going, she could picture the maid without her uniform, wearing that white latex outfit…

“Or if you prefer, you can use the one in my room. I just came out of the shower and the water is quite hot over there.”

The maid walked down the stairs and Cindy felt like she could breathe again.

“These people are nymphomaniacs,” She muttered to herself and slid to the floor, “Perverts.”

And a thought kept going inside her head.

“Why then haven’t I quit?”

The house was quiet, except for the sounds of Elizabeth’s cooking downstairs. Taking a towel and clean clothes with her, she rushed into the bathroom next door and tested the water.

The pipes creaked and vibrated, only for a trickling drop of water to come out from the shower head.

A second later a freezing-cold gush of water fell on Cindy’s face. She rushed to close it and dried herself.

“That won’t do.” She said shaking, covered only with a towel.

She peered over the corridor. Elizabeth was occupied cooking. The door of the Ramirez’s room was still closed shut.

Cindy tiptoed all the way to Elizabeth’s room, and steeling herself she opened the door.

She expected to see chains and bondage furniture throughout the room. But during the day, it was quite different.

“Did I dream all of that?” Cindy said to herself closing the door behind her.

Then she saw the discarded latex suit, extended on the bathroom door.

“I guess I didn’t.” She said and rushed to the shower.

Elizabeth didn’t lie, the water was warm and relaxing, and it was easy to forget all her worries. She stretched and felt the water warm her body and soul, the water droplets sliding off her body like caresses over her skin.

It was almost painful to get out of the shower. Like the moment she stepped out, her exhaustion and sexual frustration dragged.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Cindy noted the dark circles under her eyes, and her untrimmed bush, but most of all, she noted her erect nipples.

She was cold, but despite the lack of sleep, she felt sexy.

Next to the mirror, Cindy found something very interesting.

The latex hood Elizabeth wore last night. The gag was next to it, and then, there was the lipstick.

Cindy touched the shiny and smooth mask. It felt cool to the touch and her fingers glided over it. Then she reached for the gag, getting a feel of it. A single finger subconsciously went and touched her lips.

“I wonder what it feels like.” She said to her reflection.

Finally, she grabbed the vibrant red lipstick…

After getting dressed, Cindy rushed out of the room. She found the Ramirez having breakfast together, Elizabeth served her a plate as soon as she sat down. Pancakes, buttermilk pancakes that smelled delicious and looked even better. Whipped cream, jam, and fruits. She even handed her a delicious freshly made cappuccino.

“Now that the storm has subsided, I’m going to go back into town today, go to the office, get some documents to work from home, provisions, we never know what’s going to happen with this storms. Do you need anything?” Mrs. Ramirez said to her husband.

“I don’t think so, Elizabeth?” Mr. Ramirez looked up and handed her his empty plate.

“I’ll make a list, Mistress.” She bowed and stepped away.

“Also,” Mr. Ramirez touched his wife’s finger before she left the table, “Would you mind giving Cindy a ride back to town?”

Cindy almost choked on the fluffiest pancake she ever tasted and gulped down coffee to pass it down and be able to speak, “You don’t have to worry about me, Mr. Ramirez.” She coughed, “I can still work.”

He shook his head, “My wife is right, these storms are unpredictable, I would rather know you are safe home, if you want, you can do some remote working. You would not be able to take sensitive information but you could keep working on the data dump.”

Was this her punishment? She barely learned anything and if she stayed, maybe he would trust her with that secret project, it would be a step up in her career.

Her eyes darted across the room, everyone was frozen in place. Then she met Elizabeth’s eyes. She was smiling and she nodded.

“I would rather work from here, you said that I could spend the night if you needed me to work? Being under your tutelage I can learn more and you can supervise me.”

He looked at her wife’s face. She shrugged her shoulders.

“I wouldn’t want you to feel like you’re trapped here with us. Besides you don’t have another change of clothes don’t you?”

“She can wear some of mine,” Elizabeth said raising a hand, “Master.”

Mr. Ramirez raised an eyebrow.

“If she is okay with it.” The maid added.

The married couple looked at Cindy.

“Yes, of course, that’s fine by me.” She said, sipping her coffee as if it was a shield.

“If that’s what you wish,” Mrs. Ramirez said, Cindy could not read her expression, “I don’t see why not.”

Mr. Ramirez massaged the back of his neck, “Very well then, is there anything you need that my wife can get? Take into account, that it could take days or weeks until we can drive you back.”

“Can’t think of anything right now,” Cindy said she wasn’t sure this was the right answer, but something inside her was telling her she needed to stay. That if she left, she would miss something, and lose an opportunity, “I will tell you if anything comes to mind.”

Mrs. Ramirez grabbed her bag and the car keys, “Very well, tell my husband and he will text me.” She leaned down to kiss her husband and before she left she met Elizabeth who she kissed as well. It was even more tender than with her husband, touching the side of her face.

Cindy saw Elizabeth clench her fists, she blushed, and when they were done she avoided looking at Cindy, rushing back to her tasks.

Mrs. Ramirez smiled, “If she is going to be staying a few days, there is no point in hiding it.”

Mr. Ramirez shrugged it off and pulled out his phone.

Cindy looked at her coffee, she felt flustered, but she also felt nervous. Did she notice her last night?

“See you tonight, Cindy.” Mrs. Ramirez said and left.

Cindy’s mouth felt dry. Her heart was beating fast, did she make a mistake? Why did she choose to stay? How is staying after last night a good idea?

Last night…

She wanted to know more, that’s why.

Mr. Ramirez placed his mug on the table, “Well, time to get to work.”

The thread holding her thoughts snapped, and just like that he had her full attention.

“Yes of course,” She said taking a gulp of her coffee and attempting to get up.

“Don’t worry, finish your meal, when you are done you can join me upstairs.”

Cindy nodded, she had a mouthful of pancakes in her mouth and sat back down.

As he left, Elizabeth rushed to clean his spot at the table. “I like your lipstick,” She whispered and winked, “I’d like to try it sometime.”

Before Cindy could say another word, the young maid was already by the kitchen sink washing the dishes and humming a familiar song.

For the rest of her meal, Cindy focused on the maid, her motions, and her nonchalant attitude. She seemed to enjoy this life.

And an idea began to float in her mind. Maybe I would like this too.

She sipped the last of her coffee, practically licking the plate clean, “that was delicious, thank you.” Cindy said and picked up her plate.

“You’re welcome. Don’t worry I will pick it up.” Elizabeth dried her hands and approached Cindy, “I can give you some cooking tips if you want.”

“I’d love that,” Cindy said, “But I will take you on the offer of the dishes. Mas- Mister Ramirez wants me upstairs.”

Elizabeth giggled, “Don’t worry about it, it’s my job, you should do yours.”

Cindy left Elizabeth to work and walked upstairs. Memories of the previous night flooded her mind with every step she took over the stairs.

The spanking, the lust, the sex. The desire.

She clenched the neck of her blouse. Unsure of how she felt, except that it was intense.

She knocked on the door of his studio.

“Come in,” Came Mr. Ramirez's voice from the other side. He sounded different, his voice was deeper and commanding, or maybe it was always like that. Maybe she just didn’t notice it before.

Taking a second to breathe and compose herself she opened the door, “Ready to work, sir!” She said in the chirpiest voice possible.

Immediately she regretted the last part.

He lowered the screen of his computer and sighed, “Is there anything wrong, Cindy?”

“No, nothing, sir.” She went and did it again. Her face tightened in a grimace and rushed to her spot, opening her laptop and hiding behind it.

Mr. Ramirez pushed himself away from the desk and got up, “Cindy, do you remember the rules?”

Cindy gulped, “I- I do, yes.”

He approached slowly and pushed the laptop’s screen down.

Cindy could see his expression. It wasn’t anger. It was worse, disappointment.

“I told you, anything outside the studio stays outside this office, if you are worried about staying over, I’m afraid that ship has sailed.”

She blinked several times.

“No, it’s not that. Not completely at least.”

He was pensive, paying attention to her. His eyes were so deep and focused. Like he could see past her.

“I can’t have you making mistakes because of something external, come, let’s take a break and figure this out.”

He tapped on the desk and turned around, he made some space by the window, removing books and documents. He fixed some cushions and made a comfortable space.

“Come, sit.” He said and sat on his chair.

Cindy followed along, uncertain of what was going to happen.

“This used to be a place where I would treat patients. Before I focused on the applications of my research.”

She sat down, still tense.

He smiled, “try to relax, get comfortable.”

Cindy wiggled in place, but try as she might, she could not unstiffen herself.

“It’s okay, I’m going to help you out with a relaxation technique. You might fall under, like when using hypnosis. Is that okay with you?”

She shuddered but nodded. What the hell, might as well try.

“Very well, breath with me, slowly.” He motioned and said, “Close your eyes,

His voice was soft and deep.

She followed his voice attentively.

“I’m going to grab your hands, is that okay with you?”

Cindy nodded.

His thumbs touched her palms, her hands rested on his fingers.

“Try to let all the tension melt from your body,” He pressed the mounds on her palm, massaging them in circles.

“Focus on my voice, relax your back, the tension sliding from your shoulders, down your arms. Let it drip like melted wax. Slowly, relax.”

“Breathe in,” She inhaled.

“Breath out,” She exhaled.

“Your body grows limp with each exhalation,” Cindy felt her body relax, getting lost in his voice.

It was a pleasant feeling.

“Breath in,” He said.

“Breath out,” And she obeyed, her body growing more and more relaxed.

His voice grew distant with each breath.

She tried to follow it, but it was nothing but a mere echo inside her head.

Then she fell herself fall forward.

It was comfortable, like a hug. Like cuddling.

There was his voice, resonating, vibrating all around her. She breathed out.

And she fell deeper.

Nothing else mattered but listening to his voice.

Why was are you nervous?

Because I saw them last night.

What did you see?

I don’t know.

Relax, breathe, you’re safe.

She felt herself fall deeper, She could see them again. He was using her, Elizabeth, and she was enraptured in the pleasure. Lost in lust.

And what did you do?

I watched.

Did you like what you saw?

I did.

Is that why you are feeling like this? Nervous?

Yes. No. Maybe.

Did you break the rules?

Yes, no? I dunno.

Do you want to be punished?

I dunno.

Would you like to know how it feels?

I dunno.

Are you curious?

Yes.

Is that why you wanted to stay?

Yes.

Curiosity is not a reason to be punished. Follow that curiosity. You might find something out.

Yes.

And next time, come to the office, relax, and you can come back to this place in your mind. You won’t remember, but you can talk and be open about yourself, about how you feel.

Do you understand?

Yes.

There was a moment of silence inside her mind. Around her. The echo. The voice spoke.

Good girl.

And Cindy felt a pleasant shiver go through her.

Did you enjoy that?

Yes.

Yes I did.

Would you like to feel that every time someone says that?

Yes.

Then, you will enjoy that, you will remember that feeling, and thank whoever praises you for being a good girl.

Something like a purr, a moan, escaped her lips.

Thank you. sir.

Do you want to keep referring to Mr. Ramirez as Sir?

Yes.

Good girl, Cindy, And now, slowly come back. Breathing in brings you closer, makes you feel good, and a bit more awake.

You can follow my voice.

Growing closer.

“More present.”

“More real,”

“And you can wake up, more relaxed, And ready to get back to your daily life, to reality.

“Breathe in,”

“Breath out,”

“Breathe in,” He said, “Become more aware of your surroundings.

“Breathe out,” He said, his voice was soft and almost a whisper.

She felt his touch on the back of her neck.

“And when you are ready, open your eyes, and get up,”

Cindy breathed in and opened her eyes.

Her forehead was on the shoulder of her boss.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Slowly she pulled back and sat comfortably on the cushion. It was a weird experience, and she didn’t remember most of it.

But she didn’t feel anything wrong, if anything she felt better than ever. Like she had slept for hours.

“Yes, I’m okay, much better, thank you,” Cindy said pulling back and stretching her body.

“You’re welcome. Are you ready to get back to work?” Mr. Ramirez said getting up.

“Yes, sir!” She said with excitement, there was nothing weird about it. He was her boss after all.

“Good girl, let’s get to work.”

Cindy felt her body shiver with pleasure and delight. It felt amazing to be praised by her boss.

She was ready to tackle the days ahead.

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[magisteramentia]

Cursing the bratty, subby, boy. (Microfiction)

I held him down.

I could see his eyes shining as he pleaded me not to do it. It was cute in a way. You fuck around and then find out.

He was gagged and I made sure he could not move, not his arms, not his legs. He had clamps on his nipples and clit. A devious smile quivered on my lips.

My hands danced over his mound. Feeling the smooth, soft, and supple shaved skin.

“You were teasing me around all day and night,” I say into his ear, my voice and words slithering out of my mouth with a sulky tone that made him shiver. “You were a brat just playing around.”

I dipped the brush into the ink, and then let it slide over his skin.

The sigil was simple, with a small symbol in the center, to seal him and make him mine. Elegant vines extending to the sides like tendrils, a bit like wings, a bit like the tubes inside him.

He was a man, yes, but still, he could produce offspring for me.

My cute little toy, my soon-to-be slave, and dumb slutty boy.

“I know this is what you wanted, so many nights. Just rubbing me with your cunt.” My hands slid to his chest.

“This crest,” I touched, the ink didn’t smear. It was slightly hot, already drying and being absorbed by his skin, “you know what it does...”

Pulling one clamp from his nipples I felt him jump and shake, twisting in place.

“You can no longer feel pain, can you?” My hand pulled the second clamp from his right nipple.

He moaned.

A chuckle escaped from my throat.

“Only pleasure, isn’t that right?”

Tears were coming from his eyes, drool dripping from his gagged mouth. He shook his head as my hand wandered from his chest, down his stomach, and past the brand over his mound.

A single flick on the clamp over his clit made him shake and quiver.

It made him shiver, his eyes rolling back in his head. He made the cutest and most pathetic sounds as he moaned from the stimulation.

“And you know what else it will do, don’t you?”

There was a sob. Resignation. But also, deep past all of that, deep past the regret. A glint in his eye told me he really expected this.

“It will bind you to me, when I cum, when I breed you and make you mine…” I played with the clamp pressing on his cunt, his engorged and very sensitive clit. He tried to fight the restraints binding him to the bed.

“But I know, I truly know.” I held him and made sure he looked at me. “I know you want me to break you, make you a breeding cow, fill your tits with milk, and make sure there is nothing left of you but the slut that you truly are. The one that tries to hide behind teasing, behind professionalism, behind a mask of intelligence.”

Getting on top of him, I looked into his eyes. He was no longer sobbing. He was panting.

I removed the gag from his mouth.

“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want to be my toy, that you don’t want me to breed you and use you. Tell me. A simple ‘No’ would suffice, and I would stop, release you and let you go.”

I placed my cock at the entrance of his cunt. My hand spread him open.

He looked down, bit his lip, and looked me in the eye.

“I- I” his voice shook, and his body trembled. But his cunt was leaking. Melting. “I want this. Please.”

With a smirk, I pushed my cock inside.

He gasped and panted. But I was not done. With a single pulling motion, I released his clit from the vise of the clamp. His eyes rolled back in his head. My hand closed around his neck.

Thrusting and fucking his cunt, I watched as the sigil began to glow. I watched as his mind grew dimmer and his pleasure and arousal grew. I watched as he turned into a whimpering, drooling mess.

His eyes fluttered. I bit him, licked him, and kissed him.

Using him until my cock couldn’t take it anymore. Releasing my cum, my seed deep inside him. He orgasmed with me, a guttural and almost voiceless moan, half gasping for air, half a yelp.

I waited until I was empty, my cock throbbing and twitching inside him.

There was nothing left of him. Just a drooling mess, all of his mind, consciousness, and personality, sealed into the sigil etched over his womb.

Nothing but lust and instinct. The desire and need to please, only the slut that he always wished to be.

Collapsing on top of him, I touched the cursed design. It had changed color, turning purple and pink. It looked lovely against his pale skin. With a bite and a kiss, the two of us fell asleep, part of me dreaming of the way his belly would grow and his tits would fill with milk.

A little grope of his tits, and he moaned, calling my name in his sleep.

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[magisteramentia]

"Tell me, what is it you want? What is it you desire?"

She doesn't say a thing.

She is almost on automatic. She asked for help, to be hypnotized, there was something she wanted to do, but she didn't say what. She just said she wanted to go under...

And then her hands move on their own, touching your hands, she guides you, placing it over her breast.

She is breathing heavily. Blushing, her eyes are empty.

"Are you sure?" You say. She nods.

She takes your other hand and slides it over her legs, to her panties.

She is wet.

"Please?" Is all that she can muster to say.

girls guiding your hand to touch them is the hottest thing ever

[magisteramentia]

My little toy ordered a pizza.

My little toy has a drop trigger.

My little toy is unaware of what happens after I trigger him.

I ordered my little toy to slide his lush inside his cunt for me to control.

I woke up my little toy.

He is now waiting for a pizza while I control his cunt.

[magisteramentia]

Meet the Magister 2.0

Hello and welcome to my humble abode in this little corner of the internet. Get comfortable, cozy, and relaxed while I monologue and introduce myself.

I am only but a silly person. A writer, provider of smut and fantasies. A hypnotist that would love to please and pleasure you with my words. An evil wizard, word weaving bastard that wants to conquer the world. An incubus that feeds on lust.

Most times a Dom, always bisexual.

And also a Cis man with ADHD.

TERFs, misogynists and bigots this is not a place for you. I cast thou out.

Everything else I would like to keep a veil of mystery. If you care to talk, my asks and DM’s are open.

As for the content I create, this is also my Master Post. Here you can find everything from microfictions, fantasies, short stories and chapters of longer stories. And some of the inductions that I rarely upload.

Lustful Codex

Prologue - Their New Life

A few weeks back

The First Night

Intermission

The Second Night

The Third Night

The Amentian Resort

Emily’s Retreat

The Orchard’s Flowers

Milly’s Runaway Suite

The Manager I

The Manager II

The Manager III

A Maid’s Debt

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Assorted short stories and microfiction

Blind Date

Subconscious Curiosity

Puppy Farm

Sharing his toys

Mindful Mindless App

Helping Suzy Forget her Ex

The Production

Coffeehouse Slave

Whatever you ask

Honor Student

Third Date

Valerie’s Punishment

Surprise Home Visit

The Consultant

You’re Welcome (microfiction)

Matthew’s Design (microfiction)

Shelly and Michael’s Anniversary

Friend-Date

Why does it feel good to be a good girl?

Pride

The program

The bunny's girlfriend

Shared Triggers

Inductions

Short Pleasure Induction 1

Short Pleasure induction 2

Hypnovember pleasure induction

Edging Induction

Smoke induction

Drone Induction

Welcome! (Pleasure Drone Induction)

Edging Induction - Easier to Drop

A Warning

Missed my words?

Relaxation Induction (non-erotic)

Lost in her tits, lost in her eyes

Hypnovember 2022

#1 Triggered

#2 Toys

#3 Pleasure (induction)

#4 Blank

#6 Suggestive

#7 Attention

#8 Infected

#9 Compliance (Induction)

#10 Recruit

#11 Dreams

#12 Plans

#13 Awareness (Induction)

#15 Seduction

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[magisteramentia]

Relaxation Induction

(CW Hypnotic language, just a relaxation induction without any triggers and with a wakener)

This is a short induction, something to help you relax.

To help you let go.

So start by getting comfortable

Stretch your arms

Your legs

Move your neck,

Slowly let all that tension go

Breathe slowly

Taking a deep breathe

And slowly

Little by little

Letting go

Follow my words and let go

Again

Breathing slowly

Breathing in

Beat by bit

And slowly

Letting go

Breathing out

Little by little

Every breath feeling better

Relaxing

Letting your mind drift

Just following these words

Slipping into that familiar

Comfortable

Relaxed feeling

Of going into trance

Gently and slowly

With each breath,

Sinking deeper and deeper

Into a comfortable trance

Your body sinking

Your arms and legs going limp

Just following my words

As I slowly pull you deeper into a comfortable

Safe

Relaxed space.

Each breath relaxing you deeper

letting yourself go

enjoyably letting yourself sink

Letting it all fade away

Just focusing on my words

drifting gently

Deeper inside your mind

Feeling content

And each time you read these words

You can more easily

Drift back here

Into this relaxed

Comfortable space

This pleasant and warm state

Inside your mind

Deep inside your mind

And slowly coming back up again

All relaxed

Comfortable

Full of energy

Slowly coming back up

With each line

Going up

And

Slowly

Gently

Waking up

Breathe slowly, all full of energy.

Wide awake.

All comfortable and awake, look around you, and slowly start moving.

I hope you enjoyed this little trance.

If you did, please share it.

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[magisteramentia]

I love this.

Like they come over and they are sure, certain even, that it's just a game, a silly little excuse to spend the weekend with them.

But somewhere deep in them, they are curious, nay, daring you to do it. To prove them wrong.

That is why when you ask them for consent, they anxiously laugh. They agree to things they had just heard about, but never really tried with a "pffft, yeah, if you can" and then they move on.

You ask them thrice for their consent, every time more nervous than the last, but you can see it behind their eyes, the excitement.

"I can even sign to it if you want." They say.

You grin and hand them the consent form with everything they agreed to do.

They sign it, their hands are shaking.

But, it's almost imperceptible, a blink and you miss it moment. They bite their lips.

You smile.

"Do you want me to record it?" You say, " in case you need further proof."

There is a pause. Hesitation. They nod, all their confidence melted with a single question.

Then you start, a simple induction. Something to get them relaxed, to test the waters.

They drift off only to be brought back after ten minutes asking, "is that it?"

Before you ask them for a final time, watching their confidence recovered, you tell them to check their watch.

It's been half an hour.

They feel confused. Surely it was just a moment, they listened to your voice, so relaxing, so comfortable, sure they already felt a bit hot and flustered, but surely...

Surely...

"This is the last time, I will ask until Monday. Do you want to go on?"

This time it's not subtle, they lick their lips.

"Yes, please, Master." They say and dawn at their surprise, knowing that the hypnotic suggestion worked.

Your hand touches their forehead, and they drop as easily as someone that's been hypnotized dozens of times.

Next thing they know, they are sitting in front of you, naked except for a collar around their neck.

You ask them if they want to review the footage from the weekend.

They touch their collar and memories come flooding through their mind. Mostly it's blurry, but they clearly remember spending most of it on their knees, either sucking a cock or getting fucked from behind.

They shake their head, "There is no need," they say trying to cover themselves, there is a shred of shame. But you can see their arousal betraying them.

"Then, do you remember what you asked me under?"

They nod, looking you in the eyes.

"I asked if I could be your pet, your slave?" They said without a shred of a doubt.

"Do you still feel that way?" You ask them.

They touch their collar, and bring your hand to it.

"Please make me yours, Master."

luv the idea of not beleiving in hypnosis and agreeing 2 it for laughs, only to wind up completely brainwashd over the course of a weekend…not able to think of anything but servicing cock and drinking cum

[magisteramentia]

The Maid’s debt. Pt. 3.

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 4

It was hard for Cindy to look at Mr. Ramirez. He was never improper towards her. Always dressed sharp despite only working in his house.

He was a gentleman.

But still, all week, whenever she looked up from her laptop, all she could picture was how he could “discipline” Elizabeth.

It also fucked up her nights.

Barely getting any sleep as she recalled the image of the young maid getting flogged and spanked by the lady of the house. her hands tied, her exposed labia and clit and…

“Everything okay, Cindy?” Mr. Ramirez said from behind his desk.

Cindy nodded and produced a meek, “hmm?”

“You seem flustered,” he said getting up from his seat and approaching her.

Cindy could feel her blood coming all the way to his face. She had seen him get close to him, in her dreams, grabbing her arms above her head, pushing him against the books in the library.

And yet, Mr. Ramirez simply touched her forehead.

“You don’t seem to have a fever, but we better make sure.” He stretched. The light outside was fading while snow fell outside.

“Did you bring a change of clothes?” He asked as he peered out the window.

“Sorry?” Cindy said, her eyes wide as her mind shut down.

“For the night.” He said looking into her eyes. They were deep and dark. “The forecast was that there would be a lot of snow and I told you I might not be able to drive you, remember?”

Cindy tried to keep a poker face as she tried to remember what she had packed that morning.

Did she pack her pajamas and her old Scorpions t-shirt? Or did she pack the pink baby doll that she had bought on a whim last week?

There was no answer. She simply nodded.

“Good.” He said and went for the door, “I think Elizabeth will have dinner shortly. That’s enough for today, we can recover some time next week.”

Cindy sat in the chair and peered over the window overlooking the forest. The world was white outside, and yet she was burning inside.

“Melting.” She said to herself with a giggle followed by a frustrated groan.

She was a puddle in her underpants, and it was distracting. She was behind on her duties and despite the softness in Mr. Ramirez, she hated to disappoint him.

And worse of all, she would have to stay the night with them. Frustrated, and yet, just a few doors away from them.

Alone in the office, Cindy touched her chest. Maybe she could just walk up to one of those doors, open it, and wait for them to-

“Cindy?” Mr. Ramirez voice echoed.

“I’m coming.” She said. Fuck, She certainly wasn’t coming that night. She thought.

Dejected she joined Mr. Ramirez in a silent dinner, Elizabeth waited by the side, with her perfect maid uniform that hid a latex bodysuit underneath.

“Yes, Cindy?” Elizabeth said.

Shit, she had been staring at her. “Uhm, nothing, you look lovely tonight.” Cindy said.

Elizabeth smiled. “Why, thank you,” she lifted her hand and pulled her hair behind her ears, she was wearing a few piercings with chains that connected to earrings.

Cindy also saw for the first time, that under her white collar of a maid, she was wearing a leather collar, slightly out of place.

“Where is Mrs. Ramirez? Wont she join us tonight?” Cindy said trying to stop staring at Elizabeth with her cute, blushing smile.

Mr. Ramirez looked at Elizabeth and then at Cindy, he moved his head in thought, “she is currently indisposed. Maybe tomorrow morning she will join us for breakfast.”

And that was it. Elizabeth stood by the side, silent and perfect. Mr. Ramirez cleaned his plate and handed it to the maid for cleaning.

There was not a single improper movement. It was almost, normal.

Cindy handed her plate to Elizabeth.

“Good night, Cindy,” Mr. Ramirez said as he left the kitchen, “If you need anything else, please ask Elizabeth before she retreats for the night.”

Elizabeth audibly moaned.

Mr. Ramirez stared at her.

“Good night, Elizabeth.” He said.

“Good night, Master.” She said.

And with that he left.

Cindy was left alone with Elizabeth, once again. But she did not know what to do, her mind was racing. She knew their secret. She knew she was going to serve him tonight.

Her mind wandered.

Cindy coughed and dared to move.

“When he said anything…” Cindy said in a voice a bit louder than a whisper.

Elizabeth froze in place and gulped.

“Do you wish me to do anything for you…” She left the plates on the strainer, “Mistress?”

Cindy felt something warm grow in her. After a frustrating week she could barely hold it back.

She took two steps towards her.

“I can ask anything of you, is that right?” She said standing by the counter.

“Yes,” Elizabeth said looking at the floor, “Mistress.”

“If I told you to-“ Cindy began.

“As long as it’s before 9o’clock.” She interjected. “Then I have to retreat for the night.”

Cindy felt the warm grow in her, something like anger. “Don’t. Interrupt me. Understand?” She said, taking a step closer towards the maid.

“Yes, Mistress.” Elizabeth said.

Cindy smiled. “Good girl.” She said. Elizabeth moaned, her eyes fluttered. Cindy took note of that.

“If I told you to kiss me-“

Elizabeth closed the gap. Cindy returned the kiss, grabbing the maid by the nape of her neck. A kiss that tasted of the strawberry in Elizabeth’s gloss, and of the chocolate that they had as dessert.

Cindy grasped Elizabeth’s hair and pulled her back, breaking the kiss, gasping and moaning.

“I told you not to interrupt me.” Cindy moaned.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” Elizabeth said shaking.

“Kiss me.” Cindy ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.” Elizabeth jumped to the order once again, kissing the young intern on her neck, opening her blouse.

She went lower.

“Grab me,” Cindy ordered.

Elizabeth’s hands went over her body, grasping and fondling over the clothes. The latex gloves were cold to the touch, but they were glossy and gave her a feeling like Cindy had never felt. She could get used to that feeling.

Moaning, Cindy led the maid down her body. Enjoying every second of it. She was wet. She was needy. And she also needed to undo her pants to have Elizabeth finger her.

Elizabeth kissed every inch of exposed skin in Cindy. Her cleavage, the small beauty mark just on top of her right breast. She unbuttoned her blouse and kissed her midriff, her navel.

She kept going lower, Cindy tried to pull down her pants, but the maid stopped her, “Let me, Mistress.” Elizabeth slid her latex clad hand under her pants, under her panties.

Cindy moaned.

Elizabeth’s fingers were cold at first, but slowly they felt warm. The latex was not exactly unfamiliar over her clit. It reminded her of her exes, rubbing their condom covered cocks on her clit.

But Elizabeth’s fingers were nimble, more dexterous, they danced over her pussy. Elizabeth breathed hard as Cindy moaned.

“Kiss me.” Cindy demanded, and the maid obliged.

The young maid kept pleasing her mistress, teasing her, she was just on the verge of the orgasm, tasting her lips, leaning over the kitchen counter.

“Fuck.” Cindy breathed as they broke the kiss.

“Fuck,” She repeated, as she thrust her hips into Elizabeth’s hand, “Fuck! Make me cum.” She ordered.

Elizabeth gave her a satisfied grin, “As you wish, Mistress.” And her fingers began rubbing her faster. Making small circles, pressing harder.

Cindy felt her body shaking, her hips instinctively grinding the air and the maid’s hand.

She was losing her breath. The stars were so close.

The grandfather clock chimed. The bells echoing nine times through the house.

Elizabeth froze in place.

She pulled out her hand from Cindy’s pussy, wet, she licked her hand and turned to leave. Her eyes were distant.

“Good night, Miss Cindy.” And with that Elizabeth walked into the dark corridors of the old house.

Cindy was left gasping, holding for her life the kitchen counter, half naked.

“What the fuck was that.” She said trying to catch her breath.

Her pussy was burning, and she felt pressure on her head. Frustration. Neediness.

“Fuck! Was! That!” She repeated as she tried to fix herself, rushing out the kitchen to follow the maid.

Elizabeth was going up the stairs already. But she didn’t walk into her room.

Instead Cindy saw that the maid knocked on the Ramirez’s door.

Mr. Ramirez opened the door, “Come in, Elizabeth,” He said.

“Yes, Master.” The maid replied in a sheepish voice and walked in.

Cindy tried to move as slowly as possible, her pants and blouse still open. The house felt chilly, but she was very warm and angry. Feeling like a live wire she walked up the creaky stairs and stopped just outside the Ramirez’s room.

She tried to hear for anything. There were some sounds, moving around. Muffled voices. But mostly, the silence of an old house.

Curiosity got the best of her. Cindy tried the knob on the door. It gave way and she opened the door just slightly, as quietly as she could.

Elizabeth was kneeling on the floor. Mr. Ramirez was standing by the side of his bed.

And Mrs. Ramirez. She was tied, blindfolded and gagged, a vibrator between her legs.

Elizabeth began to take off Mr. Ramirez clothes, beginning by his belt, the professor took off his tie and placed it over his wife. “I will be with you in a moment, dear.” He said, there was only a muffled response from her part.

Cindy also noted that she was wearing clamps on her nipples. How long had she stayed like that, kneeling on the bed, tied, teased and wet.

That towering woman, reduced to a lump of meat waiting to get fucked by her husband.

Cindy knelt on the floor, her mouth open as she watched Elizabeth pull over her Master’s cock from his pants.

“So, that’s what it looks like.” She muttered to herself, one hand going to her sensitive clit.

Elizabeth opened kissed him with reverence, it was almost like a ritual, licking him from below and waiting for him like he was her god. The moment he pushed the head of his cock down her, she closed her eyes and began to bob and lick him.

Cindy tried to follow their pace, flicking her clit as she watched Elizabeth get face fucked.

Mr. Ramirez grabbed the maid by her collar and pulled her up, he kissed her and threw her over the bed, next to his wife.

“You have done a good job this week, Elizabeth, you deserve a reward.”

“Thank you, Master,” She said, moaning and spreading her ass with her hands.

“Can you listen to this, dear?” He said, grabbing his wife’s head.

Mrs. Ramirez nodded her head.

“I’m going to reward her. Can you wait for me a little more?” He pushed his cock inside the young maid’s ass. Elizabeth moaned.

Mrs. Ramirez struggled against her bindings but nodded in defeat.

“Be a good girl and help her a little bit,” Mr. Ramirez said and led Elizabeth’s head between his wife’s pussy.

Cindy stared at all of this, she was so close, she wanted to cum. But she could not dare. She wanted to, she wanted to.

She released a soft whimper.

Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked towards the door.

They stared at each other for a second. Then the maid winked at her just before her Master slapped her ass, “Eat her.” He said and Elizabeth closed her eyes once again and devotedly licked Mrs. Ramirez pussy.

Cindy stopped moving. She saw her. Elizabeth saw her and she had broken one of the rules of the house.

She crawled back to her room, silently, trying not to make a single sound over the wooden floors.

Finally she closed the door and rushed to find that gift Elizabeth had left the first time she showed the room.

She had seen them. She had broken one of their rules.

Cindy turned on the vibrator and pushed it against her clit.

She had seen them, their intimacy, their life behind the closed door. The way Elizabeth served them. The way she was punished.

She turned the vibration harder.

The way they had punished Elizabeth that first night after she broke that rule, getting spanked.

And his cock. His cock fucking her pussy.

Cindy pushed the vibrator against her clit, making her shiver, finally breaking her orgasm through her whole body, laying against the door, shaking as she squirted all over the floor.

Cindy gasped and convulsed as her orgasm receded. She needed to be punished.

Surely she was going to be punished.

~~~

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A Maid’s Debt (Part 2)

(Part 1)

Cindy tried to put Alexandra out of her mind. Focusing on the tasks at hand. She was already late for work on her first day. Rushing to get dressed she choose her outfit without thinking and ran to catch the bus.

Barely getting there before the bus departed, she finally managed to take a second to breath, calm down and grab a seat by the window.

It was at that moment when she realized what her subconscious picked up to meet her new boss.

She looked down and she could see a white, semi-transparent blouse. Underneath she was wearing a pink lace bra that she, and everyone in the bus could see.

Her face turned red and a single thought gave her a silver lining that made her smile. At least now everything matches.

Pink bra, a light pink blazer that she hugged to hide away and the pink pants that she had prepared last night.

Her subconscious had great fashion sense.

Cindy took out her sunglasses, and watched the city blend into the suburbs. One thought on loop took over her mind, did her underwear matched all of her outfit?

The bus made the last stop in the outskirts of the city. Mr. Ramirez was already waiting for her to drive the last stretch home.

“How was the commute?” Mr. Ramirez said opening the door for her. He had a cute smile under his graying hair and was wearing a white shirt under a gray jacket and matching gray pants.

Cindy gave him a halfhearted smile and closed her jacket.

“That’s an interesting lipstick color.” He added once they got into the car.

Cindy pulled down the mirror and saw the bright red lipstick on her reflection.

“I-” She averted her eyes and made herself small, “I wanted to make a good impression.” She said with a meek voice.

Mr. Ramirez smiled at her. “It did.”

They drove in silence listening to soft jazz on the radio. Cindy took this time to breathe and calm herself.

When they got to the house Mr. Ramirez got off the car and stopped.

“Hey, this is a bit embarrassing, do you mind going in first? I was supposed to pick up some supplies when I picked you up, but I forgot. Make yourself at home, I left some documents that need to be transcribed. You could help me with that.”

Cindy nodded while Mr. Ramirez jumped back on the car. She walked towards the door and before she could reach the knob, it opened.

Behind the door was a young woman, about her age, She had short black hair, pale skin and long eyelashes. Around her neck she was wearing a white choker with a black opal. And then there were the pair of gold earrings.

And then there was the maid outfit. It was form fit to her slender body. Showing just the perfect amount of cleavage. Cindy would have thought it was a fetish outfit if it wasn’t for the fact that the skirt went all the way down to her ankles.

The young woman stood a bit taller than her, she said “Yes?”

Cindy shook her head, getting her attention rapt out of the maid’s cleavage.

“Hi,” She cleared her throat, “I’m Cindy, Mr. Ramirez new assistant and intern.”

The maid gave her a Mona Lisa smile, “This way,” she said and led the way.

“Mr. Ramirez told me about you,” The woman walked ahead of her, there was something entrancing about the way she walked, it was almost erotic. The way she swayed her hips. And Cindy was almost sure she was wearing heels under that long skirt. She could hear the clicking on the wooden floor, “Let me show you around.”

Cindy saw most of the house the previous day, but she could not say no to her.

“You know the foyer, but you already know that.” She said with a little giggle.

Room by room she followed the maid. There was something odd about her. She listened to her, “This is the kitchen… the basement… the bathroom…” but didn’t really pay attention.

Finally she noticed, every time she pointed to a new room, she saw the black latex gloves. Not the kind you wear for washing the dishes.

They finished the first floor and when she was about to go upstairs, Cindy grabbed her gloved hand, it was incredibly smooth and shiny.

“Sorry, I just have a few questions.” Cindy said without letting go of her hand.

The maid smiled, “Yes?”

Cindy felt a bit lost in her expression, she was gorgeous. “Right, uhm, sorry, but I don’t think I heard your name.”

The maid’s eyes went wide, “Silly me, I forgot. My name is Elizabeth.” She said and made a little twirl, “I’m the maid, but I think that’s obvious.”

“Nice to meet you Elizabeth.” Cindy said and curtsied.

Elizabeth giggled, covering her mouth.

“There was another thing I almost forgot. There are some rules.”

Cindy nodded. “Right of course.”

“The Masters are really strict about them, so please don’t forget to follow them. Please follow me and pay attention.”

Cindy followed Elizabeth upstairs, she could see the shinny black heels that the maid was wearing as she climbed the steps.

“First,” The maid said, “You can use any of the facilities as you please, Master is really proud of his library.”

There was that word again, Master. Did they really make poor Elizabeth talk to them that way.

“But” Elizabeth continued, “Please don’t go into the basement. If there is any problem you can come look for me.”

They reached the end of the stairs, “This is my room.” Then she turned and with a very serious, and very out of place expression in her doll-like face, Elizabeth said, “Under no circumstances go in. Understood?”

Cindy gulped and nodded.

“Not even if you hear odd notices. Or even if it’s half open. Ok?”

“Yes,” Cindy said meekly.

Then the maid smiled.

“Good, let’s keep going then. This is the Masters’ bedroom. Try to avoid it if possible. They are very particular about their privacy, you know? Trying to keep their daily lives and work separate.”

“This is the study, you already know that.” Elizabeth said, and kept walking, “On that note, please don’t talk about work stuff outside of that room. Mistress get’s really annoyed when Master does that.”

Cindy liked the idea and the rules so far, respecting their privacy, no talk about job outside the office. That was great, and it would help her decompress once she was done working or if she needed a break.

“And this,” Elizabeth said, opening a door at the end of the hallway “Is your room.”

“I’m sorry?” Cindy said a bit freaked out.

“Master said to prepare the guest room for you.” Elizabeth said getting inside, “The workload can be overwhelming at times and he is very strict, but also the weather can mess up with the busses and trains, making it difficult to go back to the city. That’s the reason I live here.”

It made sense, and Mast- Mr. Ramirez said something about that during the interview.

“You don’t know how much money I have saved working for them.” Elizabeth continued, “Soon enough I’m going to take a very long vacation and travel the world. They were even kind enough to make the reservation for me in advance.”

“That’s very nice. Where are you going.”

“I don’t know yet. Everywhere?”

Cindy raised an eyebrow with concern.

“I mean, I want to travel the world. Always wanted to.” She fluffed the pillow and talked, “Maybe work and travel, I would like to start in Japan.”

Cindy relaxed and nodded “Working as a maid?”

Elizabeth giggled, “Maybe, like in a maid cafe? But no, I was thinking about using my degree.”

“You have a degree?”

“Of course I do. I paid my student debts working for the Ramirez.”

Her hands went up to her lips.

“Please don’t tell Master I made such a blunder.”

“It’s okay, I won’t tell.”Cindy hugged her and patted her back, but the question remained, “Say, what did you study then?”

“I’m an English mayor.” Elizabeth said.

An old clock began to chime.

“Shit, is it already this late?” Elizabeth broke the embrace. “I need to get to make lunch and then dinner. Otherwise I will be punished. Thanks for keeping the secret. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.” But before Elizabeth left Cindy called out to her, “Elizabeth, sorry, but, I don’t really know what is it that you want me to keep secret.”

“Oh,” Elizabeth stopped and looked over the corridor, and answered in almost a whisper, “Please don’t tell Master that I referred to him by name.”

After that she rushed down, her heels clicking all the way.

Cindy felt a bit nervous. That must have been a joke. No way they could be ‘that’ strict, right?

She shook her head and decided to check out the room. It was quite spacious, there was a double bed, with white pillows and white covers. She had a small desk, a bookcase with a mix of psychology and literature books.

A nightstand by the bed with a reading lamp. She pulled on the drawer expecting to find a King James Bible like it was a hotel room. She found quite the opposite.

There was massager wand.

She blushed and closed it.

“Maybe it’s for back pains.” She said out loud.

She heard a car pull over the driveway. Mr. Ramirez was back, her window looked over the garage and she could see him get out of the car and waving at her.

She waved back, still feeling flustered.

Cindy met Mr. Ramirez at his office, a bit more calmed down.

“Did you get to meet Elizabeth?” He said, opening the door of the study.

Cindy nodded. “Yes she showed me around.”

“Excellent, did she explain the rules?”

“Yes, she was very… warm and kind.”

“That’s Elizabeth for you, shame we will have to let go of her soon. It’s so hard to find someone Alexandra likes.”

Cindy sat down in a desk by the corner, “Uhm,” She said meekly.

“Well then, let’s get to work.“

Cindy tried to say something about the thing she found in one of the drawers of her room, but once she saw him focus on the task ahead she sighed and began to work on the data sheets in front of her space.

Maybe at lunch.

It was gruesome work. Going over interviews, interpreting them, putting everything over spreadsheets. But she focused and grinded.

There was a knock at the door.

“Master?” it was Elizabeth.

Cindy looked over the cloock. It was already past noon.

“Master?” Elizabeth knocked again.

Mr. Ramirez stretched in place and looked at his clock as well, “Come in.”

Elizabeth came through the door and bowed, “Lunch is ready Mr. Ramirez.”

“Thank you Elizabeth,” He said, “We will be down shortly.”

Before she left she looked at Cindy and winked.

Cindy smiled.

Mr. Ramirez stood up, “Let’s get down and get something to eat, as long as you work here it’s my treat, besides, Elizabeth is an amazing cook.”

He let Cindy walk ahead.

Going down stairs she could smell the food. The aroma was spicy and delicious.

“Today I made something a bit Mexican, from the time we went to Mexico, Master.”

Mr. Ramirez approached Elizabeth and patted her head.

“You just wanted to show off.” He said, “Great work.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes, “Thank you, Master.”

Cindy winced, every time she heard Elizabeth refer to him like that made her shiver. She looked like a pet.

“You said you went to Mexico? With them?” Cindy said trying to get her mind away from it.

“Yes,” She said excited, “Master had to go and give some lectures and do some research. They brought me along. I learned so much. About the culture, cooking. Even learnt some Spanish.”

Mr. Ramirez sat down next to Cindy.

“We paid for everything of course.”

“Of course,” Cindy said and tried the food. “God, this is delicious.”

“Thank you” Elizabeth said, “An old lady taught me how to make the Pollo con Mole” she even said it with the perfect inflection.

“Speaking about that.” Mr. Ramirez said, he almost moaned when he took a bite of the chicken coated in the black chocolate.

“I have to go back in a few months from now, the university is asking me if I can speak about my research again. Would you like to go?”

Elizabeth blushed. “Master, you know I will be gone by then.”

Mr. Ramirez smiled, “I know, I wasn’t talking about you. I meant Cindy. You know Spanish, right? I could use some assistance while I’m there.”

Cindy was caught with her mouth full.

“Of course I will take care of all the expenses.” Then he winked at Elizabeth, “Also, it was worth a shot.”

Cindy gulped down her bite. “I will think about it.” She said.

Mr. Ramirez went back to eating. Everything was going so fast.

“Well back to work,” He said and Elizabeth picked up his dishes.

Cindy enjoyed the last bites of her plate, “I will wait for you upstairs,” and with that he was gone.

He would have to talk about that later.

Maybe at dinner.

Elizabeth picked up her plate.

Or maybe right now.

“Say, there was this… uhm… thing in one of the drawers of my room…”

Elizabeth smiled at her, “That ‘thing’” she winked at her, “I left it there, I hope you enjoy it.”

Cindy blushed.

“Oh, did I overstep?” Elizabeth tried to hide her face. “Please don’t-”

“I won’t tell, don’t worry.” Cindy said reassuring her.

“This is the second mistake I did today. Please don’t tell them. It’s just,” Elizabeth was sort of shivering, “I thought you would like it, you know, if you get stuck here and sometimes things get very stressful with work, and maybe you would get lonely and-”

“Don’t worry,” Cindy said, “I just thought it was a bit odd.”

Elizabeth nodded. Her perfect mascara was running.

“Look, I have to go back to work, you should fix yourself before they see you like that, if they are as strict as you say.”

Elizabeth took out a small handkerchief from one of the pockets of her dress and cleaned her face.

“Master is very kind and he won’t punish me unless he has to, and I prefer his to the when Mistress does it.”

“You mean Alexandra?”

“Yes, Mistress, uhm. I can’t tell you more about it. I will get in trouble. Please, just don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t” Cindy reassured her for the third time. “I’ve to work. See you later.”

Elizabeth left the dishes and went to the bathroom downstairs.

Cindy went upstairs and brushed her teeth in the bathroom next to her room. When she came out she heard another card pull over.

She peered out of the window of her room, Alexandra climbed out of the car and walked into the house.

Before Cindy walked into the office, she heard Alexandra’s voice echo through the house, “Elizabeth?”

“She sounds displeased,” Mr. Ramirez said before Cindy sat down.

Cindy didn’t know what to answer.

He let out a sigh and kept typing on his computer.

“Mr. Ramirez?”

“Yes?” He said as he looked over some documents.

“Is Elizabeth going to be alright?”

He lifted his eyes from the papers he was holding, he looked confused and then the realization dawned on him, “Is this about Elizabeth?”

“Yes?” Cindy answered meekly.

“Don’t worry about it, my wife can be a bit stern, but she cares about Elizabeth very deeply.”

Then he went back to his computer, “Now, if you don’t mind, we still have some work to do. If you want I can drive you home after we are done with this batch.”

Cindy nodded and went back to typing.

But Mr. Ramirez stopped writing, “One more thing, the rules apply as much as on the house as in the studio. Don’t concern yourself with the outside world, focus on the task at hand. We have much work to do.”

Cindy gulped. She didn’t want to get on his bad side on the first day. So she went back to her work, she plugged her earphones and focused on the grind.

Time passed quickly. The grandfather clock began to chime and the world outside was getting darker.

Mr. Ramirez dropped his pen on the desk and stretched. “I think that’s enough for today.” He said.

Cindy did the same. Her neck cracked, her wrists hurt and she was so tired of being sitting all day.

“I’m afraid that we will probably not be having dinner together tonight. Why don’t you go ahead and wait for me downstairs while I clean wrap this up before I drive you home?”

“Thank you Mr. Ramirez.” Cindy said as she began to pick up her stuff.

Then his phone began to ring.

“Shit.” He said, “Excuse my language. Do you mind waiting outside. This is a private call, I wasn’t expecting them to call me back so soon.”

Cindy nodded, she was curious.

“Is everything okay?” She said picking up her bag.

“Yes, yes.” He said and pulled up some sheets and turned on his computer again, “It’s just a client from my private practice. A corporation interested in my research.”

“I see,” Cindy said, it was not unheard of, a lot of marketing companies funded psychological research.

“We are still figuring out the kinks, so I am not afraid to discuss any of it with you, but after we are done with that maybe I can get you on board.” He stood up and opened the door for Cindy.

“I can order a car, if you are busy.” Cindy said as she walked out.

“Nonsense. I don’t think it will take long.” With that Mr. Ramirez closed the door.

Cindy was left in the dark corridor, she could hear his muffled voice through the walls and door. They weren’t very thick.

For privacy’s sake she went on her way downstairs.

But as she walked on the creaky boards she heard someone whimpering.

She stopped.

Then there was a loud noise. Like something cracking.

She looked around. There was a soft light coming from the other end of the corridor. From Elizabeth’s room.

The whimpering grew louder.

Cindy tried to walk as silently as possible over the wooden floors.

The door to Elizabeth’s room was slightly open, letting the soft yellow light spill over the floor.

There was another crack. Another whimper.

Cindy knew the rules. But the door was open. And she was sure Elizabeth was in distress.

She approached the door and pushed it just slightly.

Inside she could see Alexandra, standing tall, her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing latex boots, a latex corset and latex gloves. And nothing else.

In her hand she was wielding a long black whip.

She cracked the whip again.

Then she recognized Elizabeth voice, whimpering.

She tried to take a look inside, pushing the door a bit more.

Bending on her waist, was another woman, her ass was red, her legs coated in black latex were shaking. The rest of her body was coated in latex too.

Alexandra cracked her whip another time.

Elizabeth voice whimpered. She could see her outline. But her face was covered in a latex hood.

Finally she noticed what she was saying as she whimpered.

“Ten”

She was counting the lashes with her mouth gagged under the latex hood.

Alexandra took out a small dollop of cream and began to spread it across Elizabeth’s red ass.

“This hurts me more than it hurts you,” Alexandra said, Cindy highly doubted it.

“Because I know how much you love it.” She added, shoving two fingers inside Elizabeth’s exposed cunt.

“If you didn’t love it so much, you would not make mistakes everyday.”

Cindy saw how wet Elizabeth was. She could see her dripping through her legs, to the floor.

She could hear the moaning.

And she felt something burn inside of her.

While Alexandra had her full bush, Elizabeth was smooth.

Also, Alexandra was dripping with lust as well.

The woman spanked the maid with her open palm.

Elizabeth moaned.

“Just wait until your Master comes here. Until he comes here and you have to see me cum on his cock. Wait until he fills you up and cums inside your pussy as you clean mine.”

Elizabeth moaned.

“But I’m afraid you wont get to cum.” Alexandra caressed the maid’s ass, “Only good girls get to cum.”

Elizabeth whimpered.

“Obedient girls get to cum.” Alexandra spanked her.

“Loyal, submissive girls, get to cum.” Alexandra smacked her hand against her ass again.

“You have to earn it.” She said and slid her gloved fingers over Elizabeth’s dick.

Elizabeth whimpered, moaned, Cindy didn’t know.

Cindy stared intently, one hand was already under her blazer, pulling on her nipples.

The other one was on her way down her legs…

There was the creak of a door and light coming out from Mr. Ramirez office.

Cindy freaked out and close the door without thinking. And she was sure she met Alexandra’s eyes, smiling, as she did it.

She went ran down the stairs, the wooden floors creaking under her steps.

Mr. Ramirez came down, slowly, taking his time, he found her sitting on a couch in the living room, flustered, looking at her phone.

“Everything okay?” He said.

“YES.” She said almost yelling, her eyes darted over her body, her blazer was open and he could see her pink bra under the semi-transparent white blouse.

Her nipples were poking the fabric.

He coughed.

“I think it’s a bit chilly outside,” He said opening the entrance door, “I think you should fix your jacket.”

Cindy did. She was blushing. And she could not stoop.

She climbed Mr. Ramirez car and he drove away to the city.

All the way they remained in silence.

All the way Cindy could not stop thinking about Elizabeth, Alexandra, and Mr. Ramirez cock.

~~~

(Part 3)

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[magisteramentia]

I always strive to write something where submission is willingly given. Where someone surrenders and yields to their own desires, but also to their dominant.

But take it a little step into the darkness and that element becomes corrupted. Their own desires turned into something to take control, and the thing that I love the most of playing with this concept is…

Using the desires of one, to corrupt a couple.

And from a few days ago, I cannot take it off my mind. This concept, this idea… The idea of taking control of a sub and having them kneel before me, swearing that they would bring me their lover, their boyfriend or spouse. Have them swear that the two of them will submit to my will, have them wear matching collars, and leashes. Pulling them by the neck to service me.

Getting to their place, and finding how the first sub has blindfolded and tied their lover with a little bow around his hard cock. Rewarding the first sub by letting them fuck their lover, listening to them moan and watching them drool. My hand around their neck, telling them what a great job they have done, turning their most important person into another one of my toys.

“Good boy,” I will whisper into their ear, as I stroke them, rub them to their deserved orgasm.

Watching both of them whimper and beg, to be allowed to cum.

I let them, their pleasure in my hands, their release and above all, their desire.

I let them cum and have them panting for me, the night is young, I can take my time breaking both of them.

Leaning in, I praise them and say, “Good toys.”