The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Matthew Reid — Thursday, June 19th, 2015

“This is a magic bracelet. Whoever wears this is mine to do with as I please.” I recited the words and held the thin silver chain up like it was sacrament.

“Oh, I got the tingles!” Sara bubbled.

“It definitely worked,” Carmen laughed, “So who’s going to be our new sister?”

“I’ll call you later when I have her,” I was dumbfounded. All I did was tell them that the thing was magic, in their words. Now, they believed it was: seriously believed. I couldn’t find a modicum of sarcasm in either of them. I could almost feel their fervor’s infection. But it was bullshit.

“You should make a couple more,” Sara informed me, “He always kept a few bracelets on him, even if he only wanted the woman for a few hours.”

“You two are nuts,” I explained and they just giggled. Carmen passed me two other little chains from her purse. I paused holding both of them, “Does it have to be a bracelet?”

“He only used bracelets,” Sara looked to Carmen, “But I don’t think Things have to be anything…”

“I don’t know, but I do know bracelets work,” Carmen agreed.

“Fine,” I anointed the two other chains and slipped them into my pants pocket. There was a packaged toothbrush in the bathroom and the towel I borrowed still had the price card threaded through it’s folds. I would have invited Carmen into the shower but I had to work this morning. Jesus Christ. Last night had been nearly mind destroying. I got dressed in yesterday’s clothes and kissed Sara goodbye. Carmen walked me out.

“So what’s your plan for today?” I asked her as we walked down the stairs. She wasn’t quite so perfect as last night but she was still quite beautiful. She was wearing her red dress and stockings again. Sara was too short and slight for them to share clothes. Somehow their shoes were interchangeable and Carmen had left her pumps in favor for a pair of flats.

“I’m expected at the Foundation,” She smiled, “But you have my cell phone number if you need me.”

“I do,” her eagerness towards this was creepy. I figured it would be best to let her do her own thing for the day. Let me get out of this place I had found my brain in.

“Awesome,” She kissed me at the foyer and walked over to the cab that was waiting for her. I pulled out my phone and decided just to walk to work. I didn’t particularly care if my threadbare tshirt was more or less clean. It would soon be eaten by soap. I did text Joe and Craps.

“threesome with girl and her blonde friend” I texted. Craps replied immediately.

“Horseshit!”

“Truly, my friend! I have supped from two fountains of loveliness this last night.” The use of punctuation and complete sentences would reinforce his belief it was horseshit. I was OK with that. I was near work when Joe responded.

“Never wake me up with that kind of drivel again.” It was our standard earlier than 2 PM reply. At half passed 5 it was probably very honest. I smiled and walked into work.

Gwendolyn was opening that morning. She was a nice girl, probably due to be a lifer like me. A pretty blonde with long hair and green eyes. She gave me a warm hello as she counted out the morning floats. The little unfamiliar weight of the bracelets in my pocket made me look a second time. She smiled to see me, with a dark pink shade on her lips. Her hair was straight and fell down to her breasts. The gold framed a sweet face with beautiful yellow green eyes. She had freckles but fewer than ten over her nose and cheeks. She was wearing the drab blue uniform shirt with her name posted over her left breast. A couple of butterfly and kitten stickers decorated her nametag. She had a fantastic figure and her legs were completely on display under a short skirt that was just longer than her little apron. She was wearing bright pristine white sneakers. I caught her eyes again.

“Hello lovely,” I announced in warm spirits. With crazies or not, I had gotten laid last night.

“Good night?” She asked with a wry smile.

“One of the best,” I decreed.

“Well invite me next time,” She said with a sip of coffee, “I could use a great night.”

“I might just do that,” I grinned and stopped my progress to the back. I thought to myself about the silver chain in my pocket. Let’s leave Sara and Carmen’s crazy at home.

The morning cook was in the kitchen and he didn’t look up as I checked his posted prep list. There was little for me to do if the closer had done his job last night and it looked like I had. I got up to speed in about 10 minutes. I headed to the back wall to take a load off of the kitchen prep work. It was good work, not entirely mindless but it was rewarding with visible progress being made. I hummed along happily to myself as I cut up fruit salads, filled the pot with water and breakfast sausages, signed off on the morning deliveries and stocked the waitress’s station. Gwen gave me a little wave as she hustled away to the front as the clock reached 6. I heard her warmly welcome our first guests. She’d have the front to herself for the next half hour. It usually worked out OK but we had been swamped at the break of dawn before. Today, we were in the reeds. Gwen managed today’s surprise volume with no outward signs of insanity.

I went to work, making sure the day would flow smoothly for everyone. A couple more waitresses and another cook trickled in as the morning grew. Deborah showed up around 10, which meant she had to be there later than usual that night.

“Everything good, Matty,” She poked her head in.

“Just got better!” I could feel the smile tearing open my face. She started at my response, not used to the warmest of welcomes from her staff. And I was usually less than chipper after a morning like we were having. Like every woman today, I found myself taking in a comprehensive second look. Deborah was 40 but she did wear it beautifully. She was easily competition with all of the twenty-somethings in the place. She had her normally fluffy black hair tied up in a ponytail. She wore very little makeup, unlike the waitresses, and she didn’t really need it. She got away with nicer clothes but she kept her shirt in the vein of the uniform, a button up short sleeved blouse that didn’t flaunt nor hide the fact that she had a terrific body. She was wearing a skirt, probably because it was too warm for slacks today. Her legs were nice. She wasn’t as leggy as Eden or Gwen. Her brown eyes and the corners of her lips were the only places her age showed and but not by much unless she was laughing or pissed. I couldn’t keep my imagination from making me grin like an idiot.

“What’s gotten into Matty?” I heard her ask Gwen as she headed out towards the office.

“Other way around, as far as I can guess,” Gwen laughed. A little sourly, I thought. I let it pass and made sure the girls had their coffee mugs and flatware and the cooks had their pots and plates. I guess I was gliding more than walking as I nearly slipped and broke my neck once, but I laughed that off. Deborah dodged me most of the rest of the shift.

It was about 11 when my relief came in and I was given my first break of the day. On Carmen’s recent recommendation I was getting the potato pancakes and on my own splurge I ordered the chicken fingers. That’s a big dinner but I was depleted, if not tired, from last night’s festivities. I settled down into the breakroom. One of the chains fell out of my pocket and I picked it off the floor.

“Shiny! Someone drop it?” Eden arrived. I looked over to her bright smile. Out of all the women in the restaurant, she was my favorite. Maybe Courtney could take that crown, provided she wasn’t nearing a, or smelling like a, smoke break. I circled the chain in my fingers. When it didn’t work, at least Eden would laugh it off. I mentally shuddered to think what would happen if I went after Gwen like I had thought this morning.

“Actually,” I had to clear my throat, “I wanted to give this to you.”

I reached for her left hand and slid it on her wrist. She had a cocked smirk and her right hand was on her hip. She was holding her uniform top against her black shorts. She had on a light pink tank top that she’d throw the uniform over. She was the tallest waitress here, which didn’t approach Carmen; Eden could wear heels and not look over my head. She was a black girl with long straightened hair. I’d seen her on a couple of rush days, the length and weight kept her from exploding into a curly puffball but she liked it long and straight. She had large eyes, I like that, a cute nose and a bright smile. She was curvier than the other girls here too. Bigger tits mostly with a bit of a booty. I’m a breast man and she’s definitely my first choice. I lifted the bracelet a little higher.

“For me? Really?” Her dark eyes were alight with comedy.

“Yep. You’re mine now. I’m going to take you out, take you home and take you to bed,” I was certain my voice was going to crack at every syllable.

There were a few ways she could have responded to me. A loud snort to hold back her laughter and then failing and letting out full deep lung laughs was not the most edifying. She stepped forward and hugged me around the shoulders when I recoiled hurt. She whispered in my ear: “Never, ever, take dating advice from Courtney again.”

I started laughing with that. Oh well, this is the proof I wanted. I hadn’t expected it to be quite so large a blow to the self esteem.

“Well the bracelet is lovely,” Eden flashed her wrist as she stepped back from me, “And I am keeping it, unless you literally did just find it on the floor.”

“Uh, no, bad advice like you said,” I skirted the truth.

“Then, I’ll tell you what: we’ll do one of your three. You’ll take me out.”

“Damn.”

“Shut up,” She grinned, “I’m working a split until close and you’re working close tomorrow. Sunday, you’re taking me to the theatre.”

“Are there any movies playing?”

“Philistine,” She laughed, “I’ll get tickets to The Crucible at the Neptune. Wear something nice but comfortable, it’ll probably be hot. Then you can grab us some after food and drinks.”

“Um, yeah,” I agreed.

“Now eat your food,” She buttoned up her uniform to the point where it wasn’t indecent but would still keep her tips over 15%. She was laughing as she went to work. I was dumbfounded. Eden agreed to go out with me. And all it had cost me was a bit of embarrassment and another girl’s bracelet. That seemed evil. I hoped Sara and Carmen were as harmless as they were psychotic. Their magic didn’t work. There was no way Eden was brainwashed like they were.

I auto-piloted the rest of my shift. Eden and Gwen were all smiles around me. Deborah passed me and told me she liked Eden’s new bracelet. Gwen, at the end of her 8 hours, popped in to say goodbye and wished me luck with Eden. I was reeling. Courtney showed up for her usual 3:30 to close shift. She could adapt over the summer but this let her keep it standard over her university schedule. She came to the dish pit with 10 minutes to spare just so she could poke me about last night. I was working on my end of shift details, which included cleaning the staff room. I followed her in there. She wiggled her cute ass a lot when she walked. I stopped myself. The magic didn’t work and I wasn’t going to ruin a perfectly good chance with Eden by perving on a teenager.

“So, what happened with you and the girl who didn’t realize she was too hot for you?” Courtney poked me in the sternum.

“My ears are burning,” Eden strolled in with the chicken Caesar wrap and a lemon water.

“We weren’t discussing you,” Courtney laughed, “Just Matt’s new mystery girl.”

“Yes,” Eden grinned, “I wonder who that could be?” She brushed her hair over her ear flashing the bracelet pretty obviously.

“He hasn’t given up the details yet,” Courtney poked me, “All I know is that she’s gorgeous.”

“Yes, yes she is,” Eden agreed.

“You’ve met her?” Courtney dropped in at the break table across from Eden and stole a French fry.

“Well I’ve never been formally introduced, but…” I was near cracking up. I wasn’t because I didn’t want Courtney talking about Carmen to Eden.

“Right! She was at your table the other day! I didn’t recognize her when she dolled up.”

“Wait?” Eden went cross eyed as she shook her head clear. She turned a strange predatory smile to me. “She’s talking about that Mexican girl?”

“Mexican?”

“Yeah, that’s the girl,” Courtney nodded.

“I’m pretty sure she’s just a brunette.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re not answering my question,” Eden pointed out.

“Alright, fine. You know that terrible ‘I saved a woman’ story?” I asked, they both nodded, “Carmen was the woman that picked up the girl. She took me out to dinner last night. Thank you kind of thing. We were talking about what women I liked, and well, Eden came pretty readily to mind.”

“Well it’s nice to know men can have taste,” Eden confirmed my outlook. I wasn’t lying, I suppose, I was purposefully omitting parts of my story.

“Damn, you should have pushed for a threesome,” Courtney declared, “You really should see the way this girl cleans up, Eden. You wouldn’t be kicking her out of bed for eating crackers.”

“And now you see why I told you to avoid Courtney’s dating advice,” Eden nodded.

“Mexican?” I pondered.

“She’s definitely a Latina,” Eden told me.

“You really think so?” I guess she didn’t have the precise look I was expecting.

“Are all boys this blind?” Courtney rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I don’t see color. Why do you think I like hanging around you two Asian beauties so much?” I declared. The blonde smiled at the black girl.

“We have great tits,” Eden’s reply was given in all seriousness.

“She makes an irrefutable argument,” declared Courtney.

“Hey, Matty,” Deborah interrupted our pow wow, “Can I get you to clean the men’s room before you go? Courtney, you’re supposed to be clocked in already.”

“Yes, Ms Flynn,” Courtney bolted out of the room as she buttoned up her top over her tank top.

“Can you pass off mopping the kitchen to someone else then? I agreed to be somewhere today,” I bartered. It wasn’t actually needed, it was just a bad habit I had got in growing up with my sisters. Whenever you could get someone to pass off half of your chores and still look like the good kid, you shared the pain.

“Uh, yeah,” Deborah agreed before zipping away. I realized that meant that the washroom mess was substantial. Damn.

“Enjoy your meal,” I stood up and bid farewell to Eden.

“Sunday,” She poked

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I promised.

It wasn’t as bad as I was thinking. Someone missed the garbage by the baby changing station and I was wearing rubber gloves. I gave the floor a quick clean, emptied the garbage and disinfected every surface. I was off. I turned my phone back on. A few more texts from Craps along the lines of: “pics or it didn’t happen.” Misty was complaining about Meghan and Carmen just wanted to say hi over lunch. Hispanic? She was pretty tan and had thick black hair. She had a well spoken, accentless voice. Maybe they were right. I was wondering why I was thinking about it so much. She was hot enough to maintain her level of crazy. So she was Latina. So what? I wasn’t going to show up still drunk one morning, like Craps had, and announce that I wasn’t racist anymore because I had fucked one.

I got home. Cleaned up. Changed into some less flea bitten clothes. I would probably have flopped down on the couch between two fans and continued my reread through Storm of Swords. I was going out with Eden in two days. What the fuck was my life becoming? I should probably cut off Sara and Carmen. I tossed the book unopened on our nicked, beaten and stained coffee table.

The buildings were connected if you cut through the underground parking. I avoided the humidity through the cool air in the garage. I’m not in shape but I can’t agree to using the elevator when it’s less than five floors. Sara pulled the door open before I got to knock on it.

“Hi!” She ushered me in, “How was work?”

“Good, busy,” I was led to the chair. She perched on the foot of her bed facing me.

Sara was a beautiful girl. Not really my type. I did like the petite girls, but I was a bit tame in my preferences. Clear skin and not too many additional holes. She was inked in black, red and gold. She had most of a sleeve on her left arm: a mural of striking thunder, fiery smoke and a Chinese dragon. I knew she had black angel wings with randomly plucked out feathers on her shoulders and a ring of thorns with bleeding roses on her right bicep. Her tramp stamp was thorns and unbloomed flowers. She had some weird squiggle above her right ankle, as if an artist was signing his masterpiece. I quite liked the metal. There was the tongue piercing, I couldn’t disagree with that one. Her left ear was punched with dozens of studs; her right ear only had the girlish one. There was a small gold ring looped into her left eyebrow and a ruby dangled from her navel. She had short spiky hair that was like she was growing it back after having been shaved bald. She was quite a bit more punk rock than I had ever had interest in before. I felt a bit ashamed at myself for that. She could have been a lot more punk rock.

The rest of her was definitely for me. Her blonde hair was a dark golden color. Her blue eyes had a tempting innocence that combated her tattoos and self proclaimed sex slave existence. She was dressed sexy and comfortable in a black lacy tank top and Daisy Dukes.

I knew she’d jump at any sexual push I made. That kind of power is intimidating and intoxicating. I asked her about her day. She giddily told me all the happiness she had felt. She had even practiced on the violin.

“I’d love to hear you play,” I mentioned. She scrambled to pick up her instrument. Her haste was enthusiastic but even still she made sure to treat the instrument and bow with reverent respect. The sweet and sad aria that arose from her fingertips was intense. I’m no music scholar. There was a good five years on my life where my taste ran from Nirvana all the way to Nirvana. I clapped when she finished. She smiled and blushed.

“That was beautiful. Do you know any fiddle music?” Lovely is grand but there’s something to be said about energy and fun.

“I’ll learn some,” she promised quickly.

“There’s no hurry,” I smiled. My sexual need had ramped down. I stood up and the two silver bracelets in my pocket fell out behind me.

“Oh!” Sara’s vigor erupted, “Did you use the other one? What’s our new sister like? Did you bring her home?”

It was a good of time as any to confront this insanity.

“No,” I started, “She accepted the bracelet but she isn’t a slave.”

“How?” Sara rushed up to me and grabbed my wrists. Her eyes were bright and wondrous.

“There’s no way wearing some bracelet is just going to attach a girl to me.”

“Of course, it does,” Sara looked away, “She must be something special.”

“She is, sure, but I’m pretty sure that’s just anyone. I can’t really get behind any of this magic stuff,” I confessed.

“Oh, it works,” Sara nodded, “The hoodie kept you from noticing me, and of course there’s your favorite.”

She stuck her tongue out and rolled the barbell around the glossy lips of her smile.

“I was pretty excited, and I did have two spectacularly beautiful women. What man wouldn’t do his best to perform?” Yet there was at least something weird.

“You’re looking for more proof?” Her smile lit up like a forest fire.

I threw her back onto the bed. She had managed to snap open my belt and my pants in that time. She wiggled scrambling out of her shorts while I stumbled out of my pants. My shoes were still tied under the denim. I slid yesterday’s boxers down but left my shirt and socks on when I climbed onto the bed. She had been commando and had only taken off the shorts. I rolled the t-shirt up over her tits and then lifted her by the hips and lined up with her sex. She was wet again, no foreplay just ready and I dived in. I liked foreplay. I had wasted a whole day with Janine once, after we had had sex too, just making out and working each other with our hands. I liked foreplay but I could do without and still be happy. I pushed slowly into her. She blossomed a toothy grin. She took fists full of the bedspread and of my shirt. I bottomed out inside her.

“Fuck me, Matthew,” I’m glad she said my name. I might have stuttered at master. I just fucked. Pulling out and pushing in hard. I had never started sex this hard before. I was panting and grunting in a matter of thrusts. She was huffing and puffing and squeaking. Carmen was loud, she had screeched at cumming but even before Carmen breathed and moaned and panted loud. Sara was light and quiet. Every noise I pumped out of her was a reward and made me want to go at it harder. She tangled her ankles in the backs of my knees. I fucked harder and I wasn’t built to survive that for long.

Last night, even with the bathroom and kitchen lights reaching into the studio apartment it had been dark. Her windows were opened to the west and in the sunlight I watched her whole body flush red. Her face particularly dark as she gasped through little breaths. Her nipples were pushing up rubbing lightly against the bottoms of my ribs. I was a lot taller than her and I was looking at her pillows more than her face. More as I found my whole body stretching out with each full entrance of her. I was fast growing slick with sweat and I was stuttering even as I panted.

I flooded Sara with cum and she kicked tight into my knees. I collapsed fully on her. She kissed at my neck and pulled me tighter by the shirt. I stayed in her, feeling the girl squirm under me as I caught my breath. I was growing flaccid in her and sighed a deep breath before rolling off of her. She shot up. I started but her hand slapped flat on my belly and held me down before striving for my dick.

“Sara,” I sighed dreamily, “You don’t need to—”

The heat of her little metal barbell woke me up again. She rose snarkily a bright smile on her arrogant lips.

“I told you—” She erupted in giggles as I grabbed her hair with both hands and pushed her back down on my cock. She gripped the base and pumped me hard into my mouth. Her fingers gripped firmly and she pumped with short clean pulses. She was well experienced at this. Her lips sealed around my foreskin and her cheeks deflated against the sides of the tip. I shuddered with the eagerness that she laved her tongue gently over everything. It was the best blowjob I had ever had. She made no pretense of making it last. I was going to pitch a load in her mouth. The only warning I gave her was pushing harder on her head. I stopped after just a little push, I had gotten slapped very hard the first time I had done that. I just felt Sara smile and then I pushed out everything from my lungs and cock. I flopped back on the bed as Sara rose up on her heels and used her fingers to make sure her face and my cock were all cleaned up. I heard her swallow like it was part of her stage show. She flashed me another smile and licked my cock.

“Holy fuck!” I growled as I felt the afterglow boil away. I was feeling brighter than I had when Eden and Courtney teased me after getting that date. Damn, I was going to have to stop things with Sara. Or, no. I pushed Sara off of me.

“OK, I get it, something’s working,” I finally admitted. “But these,” I rolled off the bed and snapped up one of the silver chains, “Are not.”

“I’m going to prove you wrong,” Sara lit up and crossed the room to her closet.

I followed behind her reddened ass and thighs thinking, “Win or lose, I’m in for a couple days of crazy.”

Bryn Valparine — Saturday, June 13th, 2015

The chill always crept in. Summer month my ass. The boat rocked in the harbor with the incessant weather. The slaves I lived with had no work histories, no references, no presence for years of their lives. Nadine, at 46, hadn’t held a paid position since she had been spotted by Him. Twenty seven years a slave doesn’t fill a CV.

At least Nadine and I had been legal adults. I was twenty three at my enslaving and only twenty four now. Lucy, like Sara, Olive and Phoebe, had been a child. I had known him for months. His tastes had horrified me. Normally, he ruined their lives and let them go. He didn’t like having two Projects at once, there wouldn’t have been another lifer like me until I had been Sculpted. I fucking hated his words.

We were three adult women, with no income, no prospects, and no support. February and March had been hell in his boat on the Northwest Arm. I was not prepared for the cold. I missed Corpus Christi. My work, as a flight attendant, had brought me to Canadian cities, Halifax and Toronto, twice a week. I had never wanted to live in one. I missed home. I wasn’t that woman anymore. Before Him, I hadn’t spoken with much of a drawl. I only played it up a little at work because it made me seem more friendly. That made my life so much easier until He had heard me. He had loved my accent. He had forced me to overact in every moment of my servitude. It was hard talking as I liked anymore. I doubt I could have called my dad and be recognized by my voice anymore.

He was gone. A slippery bathtub had taken away my master. Wanda was supposed to have been with him. She wasn’t at Annette’s wake so I figured she was dead and gone. I wondered where she had crawled off to to rot away? My eyes watered and I blinked away the feeling. I looked down at the book in my hands.

I had been trying to read all day. It was one of the few happinesses of my old life still left to me. I was the slave least indoctrinated by Him. However, until I was Sculpted there were things I couldn’t do for myself. I couldn’t surf the internet. I couldn’t pick up a newspaper. I couldn’t watch the News. I had no other limits other than keeping his secrets. I hadn’t been ready. He only had me from early October until his death in February. I had endured and learned more in those four months than my free life could have thrown at me. I hadn’t seen my family since September. I knew I would never call them again. I turned the page, realized I had no idea where I was and turned back three to find my last place from before my mind had wandered.

Lucy’s phone groaned as it vibrated along the kitchen shelf. We were on a boat. Was kitchen OK? Did I have to call it the mess? I closed the novel on my finger and stood up.

SARA was written in big block letters on the screen. I looked down to the bedrooms (Bunks? Staterooms?) and saw our door was closed. I snatched up the phone and answered it before it made any more noise.

“I thought we agreed you’d call Nadine and not Lucy!” I hissed worried. My whole body was tingling. I knew what Carmen and Sara were up to. Lucy had begged to join them. Nadine and I, with our clearer heads, saw that we could have a free life with each other’s strength. We promised Lucy we’d look out for her.

“Excuse me,” The voice on the other end was a startled man, “I’m sorry. Sara left her phone at my home. I was hoping someone in her contacts might have a way for me to get it back to her.”

“I’m sorry, Sugah,” I apologized with needful politness. I wanted to rip my tongue out, “The number you dialled was for a sick friend.”

“Oh, no need to apologize. I am the one who’s sorry,” He was well spoken, crisp and clear. I hope he worked out for Sara, “But I really would like to get this phone back to Sara. I know how I am without mine.”

“Ain’t that the truth, sweetness,” I looked up in panic as Lucy came out into the mess. She was wearing eyeshadow and lipstick. Her nakedness was lazily covered with one of the heavy quilt comforters from our bed, “But we don’t really visit with Sara much anymore.”

“Sara? Who’s calling? That’s my phone!” Lucy dropped the comforter and jogged over to me. Her body was fantastic. I had always loved the look of a beautiful woman, but he had forced me to see it as sexual. Lucy was a Goddess.

“Are you sure?” The caller was asking, “That’s a damned shame. I guess I’ll—Am I interrupting anything?”

“That’s my phone! Give it to me, sister!” She reached for it and I danced backwards to keep it out of her hands. She put her hands on her hips. It shouldn’t surprise me but every girl He had kept had grown into a devastating woman. Lucy was a tall, heavy breasted, mixed race brunette. A mix of what, I had only wild guesses. She had green brown eyes with an Arabic look. Her always managable fair hair flounced on her shoulders. She had the height of an Amazon. Her last name was Kobayashi.

“We talked about—”

“We’re trying to be free and you’re telling me what to do!” She snapped and stomped a foot. I sighed and slumped my shoulders and handed the phone over to Lucy.

“Hello, sorry about my, sister,” She beamed. I had to go. Whatever Sara was bringing onto Lucy I couldn’t handle the immediate blowback. I’d get away, run some errands. We needed groceries anyway. I grabbed a purse, my purse, from a peg by the staircase to the deck. I could own stuff now. I had bought the blue blouse I was wearing. It was mine. I turned back for a look at Lucy. I got a flash of the evening sun off of her slave bracelet, “I haven’t seen Sara in a couple of months. How was she when you last saw her?”

I didn’t have a car but I had my bus pass. I tried not to make eye contact with anyone as I rolled up the hill to the supermarket on Herring Cove Road. Nadine liked to do this chore. We hadn’t communicated before I left; I expected to return home to full cupboards. I didn’t care and rolled the cart aimlessly around the store. I slowly got what I wanted. I lazily put back what I couldn’t carry. I didn’t look at the bubblegum snapping cashier and she didn’t say anything to me besides: “Air Miles?” and “$54.30.” I paid in cash.

I waited at the bus stop for nearly 55 minutes for the next hourly bus going my way. A black man hit on me and then called me a bitch when I didn’t say anything back. I spent most of my time watching my shoes. I wondered how much of my week was going to be wasted to bring Lucy back to acceptable levels. I got off the bus and didn’t look twice at the black Honda parked next to Superior.

“Fuck!” Nadine’s voice hit me like a punch to the gut. I knew what all of my sisters sounded like while they fucked. I dropped my bags on the wharf. If it had just been her with Lucy she’d have been sounding sweet caring. Nadine’s grunts collapsed into wheezes, “I can’t believe I just came.”

“I want a turn,” Lucy’s voice pouted. No! Run Bryn! Whoever Sara found will just be another monster. You have a life to live. Where else was I supposed to go? Olive might take me in but then Gabrielle would be right there. Sara and Carmen had obviously found this man. Phoebe? I looked to the water.

“Sorry, Lucy,” Heaved the voice of the man, “I need a few minutes to recover.”

“Maybe Brynny will be home soon?” Lucy giggled. There was a small anchor on a chain a few feet from me where Mr Highfield had winter docked their yacht. I wondered if I could hold onto it and just walk out into the Atlantic.

“Does she have a tongue stud?” The man perved. I clicked the Thing against the back of my teeth. I hopped the gap and boarded Superior. I cursed myself for not having the courage. I didn’t want to die.

“Sisters! I’m home!” I felt like butterflies were crowding my stomach. I realized I had missed Carmen. I hoped she was there.

“Welcome home, sister,” Lucy was kneeling naked by the sofa where Nadine was collapsed on her side. Semen leaked out of Nadine’s sex. The man wasn’t visible. I stepped forward. I only then noticed. Nadine’s hands were threaded through the armrest of the couch. Her slave bracelets tightly together. Lucy had her hands similarly locked around the leg of the sofa.

“Hello Brynny,” I turned hard to the left in time to see Sara’s gray and green scarf sail over my head. The wool landed lightly on my shoulders. I shrieked as I was dragged down onto my knees. I felt the scarf pull tight against the back of my neck and lift up on the bottom of my skull.

This man was naked. His body was pale from lack of sun except around his wrists and hands and neck and head. His flaccid cock was just lower than my chin and slick with Nadine. He was fit, but not chiseled. He had broad legs and shoulders. I looked up past his stubbled jaw and into his predatory grin.

“Show me your tongue,” He demanded. I could resist. I shouldn’t have been able to. I didn’t resist. I let my mouth open in a large O and my tongue lag out. He smiled to see the stainless steel barbell. The scarf was let limp and I was pushed down further, just enough to know what I was being told to do. The barbell tingled against my tongue. I felt him grow heavy and hard, he had a much bigger cock than Him. The hard head pushed up into my pallet. I couldn’t lift myself up through the scarf to give him the blowjob he wanted. The blowjob He made me be proud of.

“Yes,” He growled in triumph. He came like an overeager teenager. He grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me onto his cock. I still sputtered a little as his spasms and head banged into my throat. My eyes watered. My mascara ran. He pushed me off of him. The scarf swirled down across my chest, pinning me to the floor, “I’ll take this boat. I’ll take the toys. I’ll take the jewelry and I think I’ll keep all of you bitches.”

It wasn’t enough but it was binding. I started crying. I was nearly as happy as I was mad at myself for not grabbing that anchor.

“Thank you,” I gargled. His bleachy cum was hard to swallow.

Sara Saint — Thursday, June 19th, 2015

I was shaken up a little as I slipped on a gray miniskirt and a green tank top. Annette had liked to say that she was a winter, Carmen was a spring or Nadine was an autumn. I was a Slytherin. I kicked into a pair of sandals, that may not have gone with the outfit but were cool and flat heeled and I was thinking Matthew wouldn’t force me into my high heels. Little moments of rebellion made my life. I twisted around and Matthew was slipping back into his battered blue jeans and patting down at his streaked and crumpled t-shirt.

“So what’s your plan?” He eyed me. I could tell he didn’t trust me or himself at the moment. Cool.

“Are you hungry?” I was. I hadn’t eaten more than what I had pilfered from Matthew’s plate last night and a granola bar in nearly 24 hours.

“I could eat,” He was confident about that at least.

“We’ll head downtown and pick up one of your waitresses,” Flynn’s had good food. He’d be comfortable there.

“No, let’s not do that,” He shut me down.

“How about we head somewhere else then. I’m sure we’ll see someone,” I shrugged. He was pulling on his socks. They were black and boring and still didn’t match.

“Whatever, just don’t get me in trouble,” He sighed, “Oh, and you’re buying.”

“Of course,” I beamed. I was glad he’d let me buy it. It was always a little demeaning when He made a show of treating His slut instead of just making us do it ourselves. He was dressed and we were off.

It was a walk through a shitty neighborhood but I felt invincible next to Matthew. He was tall like Carmen, nearly six feet I’d guess. He had been shorter, only 5′6″. That was still half a foot taller than me but Annette, Carmen and Lucy all had at least 3 inches over that. Matthew was bigger everywhere. His body was packed with muscle and fat. He looked strong. The glasses only hid that a little bit. The fact that they were slightly crooked actually helped the image. Yet, it wasn’t so much his size that protected me, but the promise that I was not going to need and find another Lewis. I snuggled in close and he let me hold his hand. I was such a little girl, and he was letting me indulge. What if I fell in love with Matthew? Jesus Christ, girl, it’s just that he’s here after going so long without. Calm down and walk straight.

We zigzagged approaching the waterfront. We cut through a parking garage and hotel. We had chatted along the way. I learned more about his sisters: Meghan and Misty. Both were younger, Meghan by a couple of years and Misty by a decade. His dad and mom were gone: cancer and heart disease. I worried, He had slipped in the bathtub. I didn’t want Matthew leaving us any time soon. We’d need to keep him on a heart smart diet and regular checkups. Unless he asked any slave for a greasy hamburger. There wouldn’t be a single one who would stop him. I wondered how many we would be? I had liked being one in a dozen but who could guess how many Matthew would want.

“What did you want to do for dinner?” I put forward.

“I hadn’t thought about it,” He replied, “I had a pretty big lunch not too long ago.”

“Sushi?”

“No, no please,” He shook his head, “Do you like Korean?”

“I don’t know.”

“Nah, not today,” He decided.

“The Lounge is a lot cheaper than it looks and the food is good,” Both of us faltered to a stop. We turned and saw a brunette girl, in need of shower, her hair limp and wavy. She was sitting in her jeans and roughed up t-shirt with a canvas jacket pooled out around her hips. A cardboard sign read “Montreal. Every little bit helps.”

She nudged the Tim’s cup and it clinked with a little bit of change. I wanted to hurry along but Matthew was looking at her. He had been reaching in his pocket for a loonie or something and had tapped the bracelet. I caught his eyes.

“You’re not hungry are you?” He asked.

“Um…” She hesitated clearly. I stepped up next to Matthew and she relaxed a little bit.

“C’mon, we’ll hit The Lounge. I hear their food is good,” He grinned, “Besides it’s her treat.”

I felt his arm squeeze my shoulders and I smiled brightly.

“Yeah, I could eat,” She wasn’t enthused with walking off with strangers.

“Here,” He dropped a pair of toonies in her cup, “We’ll get a table for three, join us if you like.”

“I’m Dawn,” She said climbing up to her feet. We hadn’t even turned to walk away yet. Is this the kind of woman Matthew liked? I didn’t believe that. She was his speed bump; he was convinced he wasn’t special. He was and this girl was how he was going to learn that. It could have been worse. She wasn’t in the best posture or presentation. Her clothes were poor and dirty. Her hair was greasy and tangled. Her face could use a little foundation and her eyes a little shadow. She was skinny; I guessed malnutrition and genetics had made contributions. Her figure was hidden under her baggy clothes. I kind of liked her beat up old sneakers.

“I’m Matthew and this is Sara,” He squeezed my shoulders again and I looked up to see him smiling down at me. I smiled at my shoes for just a second before looking up towards Dawn. She gave me an encouraging smile. She packed her sign into a red backpack that she had been using for a chair back.

“How did you two meet?” She asked me when we started walking down the sidewalk.

“I was in a bad place,” I answered, “He gave me a few moments to catch my breath and calm down.”

“I have a thing for damsel in distresses, I mean, damsels in distress,” He admitted with mock humility.

“Just use D.I.D.’s. If it’s good enough for a god its good enough for us mortals.”

“Demigod, I think,” Matthew laughed.

“Demigod, what?” I wasn’t keeping up.

“It’s from the Disney Hercules movie,” Dawn answered with a smile.

“I’ve never seen it,” I grumbled.

“You’re not missing out on much,” She told me, “Little Mermaid and Lion King is where you go for the best.”

“I’m A Nightmare Before Christmas kind of guy,” He answered. I hadn’t seen many animated movies. He had had no use for childish fare.

“Excellent choice,” Dawn nodded. She poked me, “What’s your favorite?”

It had been a long time since I could remember watching a cartoon. I was with Him since I had been 14. I had to reach way back to before then to make a decision. It was never easy thinking like that but I could tell Matthew was curious, too. It eased the effort considerably, “I liked Toy Story.”

“Good, we’ll keep you then,” I could tell he was laughing. I knew it was a joke, but the thought of being thrown aside terrified me. I shuddered. He squeezed me again; I needed the reassurance. I felt so lost at moments and so uplifted at others. I needed to find a happy calm, just like I had felt with Him. I needed to know Matthew better. It could take time to learn his sense of humor. His hand slid down my arm and I could feel the roll of the silver bracelet under his hand. I looked up again. I met his hand with mine to take the bracelet.

“Hey, you said you would, remember?” He poked me in the other shoulder.

“Said she would what?” Dawn nosed in.

“Pay for dinner,” Matthew brushed off as I twisted the little bracelet in my fingers. I made a fist around it and I don’t think Dawn saw it.

“Is this supposed to be—”

“We’re happy to have you join us,” He spoke for us and I smiled to back him up. Dawn quirked an eyebrow and turned. She held the door for us and Matthew thanked her.

“Table for three?” The snotty host was less than enthused when he looked at Dawn.

“Absolutely,” Matthew beamed, “Lead on, Macduff.”

“Lay on,” Dawn muttered under her breath. I raised an eyebrow and she blushed.

“Of course,” The man gave a haphazard smile back at us. The place had a swanky atmosphere. Small tables and deep chairs. Dawn sat across from Matthew, giving me the seat next to him but the piece of silver in my hand told me to drop in next to Dawn. She seemed a bit unsettled by my choice.

“Your waiter will be by for your drink orders shortly,” The host disappeared back to the front of the restaurant.

“So what’s good here?” Matthew was lazily picking up the menu.

“I used to get Thai bites to start and move onto a club sandwich,” Dawn grimaced, “but I haven’t had that much money in a while.”

“It’s OK, get whatever you like,” Matthew nodded, “I think I want chicken Kiev.”

Grease, butter, cholesterol, and his mom died of a heart attack. I couldn’t say anything though. I opened a menu. I decided quickly on a spinach salad with grilled chicken.

The waiter was efficient and quick but less than the friendliest I’ve ever had. He slapped our orders into a tablet and was back with a tray of Pepsis before leaving us to talk.

“Alright, Sara, wow me,” Matthew leaned back and stroke his fingers. His smirk was smug but his eyes were nervous.

“What are you talking about?” Dawn asked.

“Sara has this magic trick she does. Said she’d show it to me if she found herself a beautiful assistant. You’re not going to do much better than Dawn,” He had a meanness in his voice. Like he was impatient to see me fail. The bracelet worked. He could always tell and so could we. What was Matthew missing?

“Look, I don’t want to do anything weird,” Dawn looked like she was ready to bolt.

“You don’t have to do much,” I told her letting the little silver chain dangle from my fingers, “You just put this bracelet on.”

I laid the silver chain on the table next to he cutlery. Her eyes went wide at the piece of jewelry. I could tell from her pitted ears and lower lip that she had pawned all of hers pretty recently.

“And what? You make it disappear?”

“Something like that,” Matthew agreed with a grin, “Are you game?”

“I guess,” Dawn was still hesitant.

“I’ll tell you what? Sara was so confident that this would work, that if she doesn’t make it disappear, you can keep the bracelet.”

I slowly smiled at Matthew. He was devious, covering his tracks before he started. A little confidence and some faith and I could see Him in Matthew’s eyes.

“It’s your money and your bracelet, Sara,” Dawn turned to me.

“I’ll do it,” I announced, “It’ll work.”

Dawn presented her wrist to me and Matthew edged up to the front of his seat. I could see Dawn holding her breath as I picked up the chain. I had an excited smile tugging at my lips. I had never been with Him when He Hunted. This was so exciting. It slipped over her knuckles, over her thumb, and onto her wrist. It worked! Was there any doubt?

“Alright,” Dawn prodded me, “Aren’t you going to make it disappear?”

“No, it’s all done,” I flashed my smile at Matthew.

“Seriously?” He snorted.

“What are you guys talking about?” Dawn looked down to her food. I think she’d have liked to eat and leave.

“Sara believes that if a woman wears a bracelet I, uh, I, shit. I dunno, the right word. Maybe blessed? Sanctified? Enchanted?”

“Ensorcelled?” Offered Dawn in an attempt to hurry him up. She had turned to her sandwich.

“Sure. If she wears it she belongs to me,” Matthew laughed nervously. Dawn met Matthew’s sheepish grin with a startled one. She put her unbitten sandwich back on its plate. She looked wide eyed at the bracelet. Her tongue ran around her lips. A little color and she’d have the cutest mouth.

“You do,” Her brown eyes rose up to Matthew’s, “You own me.”

“Wait, what?” Matthew’s fork clattered as he was picking it up.

“It worked. Easy peezy,” I shouldn’t have been talking with my mouth full.

“Um, Jesus,” Matthew shook his head.

“Yeah,” Dawn murmured, “What is it you’re going to do with me?”

“Take you back to Sara’s place. Figure out what this means.” He floundered. What was the problem? He had wanted it to work and it did. He had wanted it to work?

“Are we going to eat first?” I was near through my salad and they hadn’t touched their food.

“I don’t know if I have an appetite,” Matthew looked wan.

“I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning. I don’t know if I–”

“You shouldn’t be starving. Eat, I really did mean it when I invited you for supper,” Matthew was earnest. I sat back. Matthew was about to witness just what kind of man he could be. Dawn ate. She ate loudly, she ate quickly, and she ate hungrily. I picked at my salad, daintily compared to her. I wasn’t being ladylike. Matthew just watched. His chicken was losing its steam. Dawn was chewing her first sandwich, biting into her second and and drowning it in Pepsi. I would have liked to try those Thai bites.

“Shit, you are hungry!” Matthew goggled.

“Have to eat,” Dawn garbled around a mouthful.

“Yeah but you don’t have to eat like a wild animal!” Matthew hissed. Dawn immediately slowed down. She chewed and swallowed. She took a sip of pop. She ran her tongue over her teeth. She picked up the third of four sandwiches. This time she bit out a reasonable portion. The last one had been folded and crammed into her mouth. Matthew took a deep breath.

“You two are determined to take this all the way, aren’t you?” He looked to me. Dawn followed suit.

“It’s not us who does this,” I tried to explain, “This is all you. Some men are just greater than others.”

“Fine,” Matthew looked down to his food, “We’ll talk when we get home.”

Dawn and I kept quiet as we all quickly ate our meals. Matthew seemed to find little flavor in his chicken Kiev but ate the plate clear. I consumed much of my salad, but a good slut won’t overeat. Dawn made sure to pick up the few scattered crumbs on her plate. The waiter swooped by with replacements for our empty glasses. Not a word out of him or us girls; Matthew mumbled a thank you. We finished, I paid, and Matthew led Dawn out to the street.

“Is there anything you need? Clothes, soap, feminine things?” He hand talked.

Dawn just waited silently, looking a little disturbed. I had to walk up and take her wrist. I felt a surge of pride when I rolled my finger along the inside of her bracelet. She needed to know the ground rules.

“You answer him when he talks to you,” I told her sweetly. She pulled her arm out of my hand. We’d be closer sisters eventually but the early weeks could be a trial for anyone.

“What?” He stuttered then looked towards me.

“You told her we’d talk when we got home,” I explained to Matthew with a smile. He was swivel headed, looking chaotically at the passing pedestrians, “She might have thought you were testing her resolve.”

“Shit,” Matthew turned to Dawn, “Look, talk to me, curse at me, come at me, whatever. You two are going to kill me.

“Shit, Carmen too. Wait! Don’t actually kill me. Fuck!” Dawn and I recognized then that he wasn’t going to pick his words right off. Dawn should avoid the overly literal interpretations soon. Some new girls did that. It never lasted very long.

“Who’s Carmen?”

“Our other sister. You’ll meet her soon,” I told Dawn warmly, “And don’t worry so much. Now, Matthew asked you a question.”

“Right, I’m sorry,” She shook out the cobwebs, “I’ve got a couple days worth of things in here,” She rolled her shoulder and showed off her backpack, “I could use a resupply. I don’t want to overreach into your charity.”

“That’s nothing to worry about,” Matthew shook his head. He looked to me and he visibly acquiesced, “You’ll stay with Sara tonight. We’ll stop by Lawton’s on the way, get you some essentials. You’re probably also going to need some groceries. Sara you good for money?”

“The two of us can last a year or so in that apartment. Maybe a little longer.” Dawn blanched at the outlook. The new girls always thought they were in for weekend or crazy month. Sometimes they were, or rather sometimes He was. I don’t believe the passing fads ever really recovered. It wasn’t truly a relevant train of thought. Dawn was Matthew’s first and I knew she’d be staying around. There’s always a little something special in firsts.

“Alright, fine,” He looked around at the early evening crowd, “Let’s go.”

We were a few blocks into our journey home. A corner not far from where we had first crossed Dawn’s path. A couple of other young homeless guys, a dreadlocked dude with a stupid smile and a heavier guy stripped from his too many layers and sitting on the pile, climbed to their feet as we passed.

“Dawnie? You’re not sticking around?” The dude asked.

“New friends,” Dawn nodded to us.

“Don’t hurt her,” Fat guy warned Matthew. I didn’t think Matthew had it in him to hurt her or me, but if he wanted to he should. One of the first lessons He taught me was not to explain our situation to others. We have our places and we don’t owe anyone else an explanation to keep them.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Matthew agreed. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a ten, “You boys get some food too.”

“You can’t buy us off if she doesn’t want this,” Dude stood a step behind the fat guy. Matthew looked intimidating. He was a big man.

“It’s good you two,” Dawn stepped ahead of Matthew, “Go get some McDonald’s or maybe you can score a gram or something.”

“Get fed boys,” Matthew said sharply. He turned and walked ahead. Dawn and I hurriedly kept up.

“Friends?”

“No, but sometimes they can get me a place to sleep,” She hurried her steps a little.

“You fuck them?” Matthew voiced a little concern.

“No,” Dawn shook her head, “I haven’t had to do that. Not yet. I can’t do that, not with someone I don’t love. The boys know that, they understand.”

“Right,” Matthew breathed out sarcasm, “What about this plan to get to Montreal?”

“I just needed to get away from here. I liked Montreal when I went in high school,” She was sheepish.

We zigzagged back to home. Matthew was carrying many of the bags from the drug and the dollar stores. Dawn had tried to get him to cool down and not spend so much money on her. He was adamant. I agreed with Matthew. A slut needs to be well cared for and prepared. Dawn’s street urchin look wasn’t going to cut it.

We walked down that last little street where Matthew had looked out for me. I was nervous, on edge. Matthew didn’t notice, he didn’t need to. I was pretty certain I was just being paranoid. He had trouble dealing with what he could do. I’m pretty sure Dawn and I would help him calm down more when we got to my place. I guess our place now. I looked over to my new roommate, wondering. It was only for a moment. I looked back around, bad memories, that was all.

I swiped us into the building. Dawn hugged the back wall of the elevator up to the fourth. I hurried in to my apartment and threw the chain behind us. Dawn pitched her shopping and backpack into the kitchenette. Matthew dropped his onto the floor.

“Something wrong?” Matthew asked.

“Bad feeling,” I mentioned. I turned to Dawn, “Nothing a good distraction can’t help with.”

“This feels wrong,” Matthew admitted, “Come on, you two.”

Dawn and I followed Matthew. He took the armchair. I sat on the foot of the bed. Dawn looked back and forth and chose to perch herself on Matthew’s armrest.

“Dawn?”

“I’m not really comfortable with Sara,” She told us. I wasn’t hurt. It wasn’t easy. There were usually a few hard feelings for the first sister you meet. But family fights, so long as they care for each other after.

“Alright,” Matthew stroked her back. She gave him an affectionate smile, “I think it’s time I figure out how all of this is happening.”

“You’re a special man, Matthew Reid,” I explained, “You deserve to have this kind of power.”

“That is the most terrifying statement I have ever heard,” Dawn stated, “But I know it’s not wrong.”

“Shit,” Matthew shook his head, “I have no idea. Neither of you can explain to me why and how this works?”

“It’s my first day,” Dawn elicited a laugh from Matthew.

“I don’t know. You and He are just more than every other man I’ve found,” I know he was looking to me, “Carmen might explain it better. She had more responsibilities than I did.”

“Great,” Matthew said, “Dawn, you were meant to be an example that Sara couldn’t fluff beforehand. I wanted her to see this kind of thing didn’t work. It didn’t work this morning for fuck’s sake.”

“It must have worked,” I asserted.

“It didn’t.” Matthew said flatly, “Dawn, you said you won’t have sex with someone you don’t love?”

“I never have before and I never intend to,” She agreed with a sharp nod.

“Do you love me?”

“I just met you,” Dawn shook her head, “So I don’t think I do.”

“You’ll have sex with me?”

“Yes, of course,” She nodded. I could see a startled look in her eyes. She turned towards me and raised her bracelet, “Please tell me this makes me fall in love with him!”

“No, that’s on you,” I assured her, “You’ll hate him sometimes, but I’ve known him for just a couple of days and I can tell you he’s nice and sweet. The sex is good too.”

“Oh my God!” Dawn lurched off the chair and stepped back. Matthew was on his feet, caught in a pose that said he wasn’t sure if it was safe to hold her. “Cunting motherfuck! Shit! I don’t—this is fucking crazy. You piece of shit. You just grabbed me off the street like some kind of—You’re going to have sex with me?”

“I don’t—” Matthew closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He got up and marched to the washroom. The door closed with a bang.

“Oh God, Sara!” Dawn turned towards me. Her eyes were shining. I leaned across and grabbed her hand.

“It’s just part of it. You’ll be having sex with me and your new sisters too,” I couldn’t keep the enthusiasm out of my voice, “But if you need to clear your head for a moment. Let’s unpack first.”

The prospect of a chore illuminated Dawn a little. She needed a distraction for the moment. I hoped she’d suck it up soon. It was disgraceful for a slut to be wallowing about herself when Matthew was clearly distraught. I led her to the kitchen and we picked up the plastic bags from the floor. Most of the stuff was aimed for the bathroom: stuff to make and keep Dawn clean. We piled those bags next to the door while Matthew took his moment to himself. The other stuff, nonperishables mostly, the beginnings of a grocery bill were stuffed in the cupboard across from the fridge.

We had finished up and were fluttering at the edge of Dawn’s insecurity once again. Matthew stormed out of the washroom with the force he had entered it with. Water dripped from where he had splashed it on his face.

“Dawn,” He announced and walked over to her. He took her right hand, the one with the bracelet, in both of his. He looked her in the eye, “You’re going to fall in love with me.”