The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Carmen Dominguez — Thursday, June 19th, 2015

My cell phone vibrated. It was Matthew. I excused myself from the morning meeting; Olive had this under control. My job was keeping the taxes above board, especially when He had needed a withdrawal, this was fundraising. I could feel my whole skin tingling and my smile tugging up at my lips. God, I felt like a puppy hearing its owner’s car pulling up. I wondered what he’d call us? I was so used to slut, to whore, to slave that these last few months it felt weird to only be answering to Carmen, to Ms Dominguez or to sister. I stifled my overthinking while I smoothly answered my mobile.

“Hello beautiful,” I chirped into the handset.

“I think I should be the one saying that,” Matthew laughed nervously.

“Well I got there first!” I pouted childishly. I saw yesterday that he liked us to play. I looked forward to being as much as a brat as I could until he corrected me.

“That you did,” He was nervous again. Sara and I would have to help him along. I warmed up considerably. I wondered if he had picked up any of those waitresses from his restaurant. I really liked the look of that Eden girl. Eden would make an amazing slave. Was that racist? Would thinking that’s racist hold him back? He had never had any black girls. Every day at the charity I was reminded of what a missed opportunity that was. I wondered if He was afraid he’d never go back? I giggled as Matthew continued, “Yeah, I’ve been trying to get my head around—Something funny?”

“Just thinking about who our new sistah might be,” I’m sure he could hear my smile.

“Oh, that’s why I’m calling,” He sighed, “I tried to,” He stuttered struggling for the words, “tried to make a girl mine yesterday and it didn’t work. Sara has since proved to me that I could. I want to know what went wrong the first time. Is there anything you have that could tell me? Anything your old, uh, master kept around? An instruction manual would be nice.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I closed my office door behind me. There was only the two of us in the office this early and if wasn’t for a conference call with an alumna in England we’d be about two hours out of clocking in, “We could check out the old place. Gabrielle might have left some of his notebooks or something around.”

“The old place? Yeah, he might have something I can use to figure this out.” He wondered aloud, “Is it far?”

“About thirty minutes out of town. Sara knows the way and I’m sure Phoebe would be ecstatic to meet you,” I bubbled up. Phoebe wasn’t my favorite of the sisters. She had been the only one of the young ones that hadn’t needed heavy tempering to get her in line for Him. I, maybe, a little bit, just a smidgen honestly, wanted to see Matthew break her down.

“Another one? That’s just what I need,” His sarcasm was bordering on exasperation. Shit, what if he likes Phoebe the best? I was going to laugh again; I held it in not wanting to explain myself, “Sara’s a bit nutty and I can’t quite keep up with you. I can only imagine what Phoebe’ll be like.”

“You probably can’t,” I giggled like I hadn’t since I was a teenager. If anyone had heard me I’d probably have turned red too, “So when do you plan to head out?”

“I don’t own a car,” He said sheepishly.

“Oh! I do, are you at Sara’s? I’ll come get you,” I bubbled up.

“Thanks, I guess I’ll see you soon.”

“Be there in a flash,” He hung up first and I slipped my phone into my pants pocket. I would have just walked out and left but my license was in my purse which was in the break room. I doubted Matthew wanted to deal with any possible police delays, so I did the responsible thing. I hoped he didn’t think I took too long.

“Hey, sister,” Olive stepped out of the meeting room as I went past. She didn’t often use the sister title at the charity. Wasn’t perhaps appropriate that a foundation to encourage young women and teenaged girls to get ahead in their lives was operated by sex slaves. We did a lot of good work, I was proud of it, even if it’s how I was recruited into His service.

“Sorry, Olive,” I had to brush her off and go, “Sara found someone and he’s panning out.”

“Really?” Her eyes brightened but I could see her forming fists, angry, scared, lost.

“Yeah, we’re taking him out to His place,” I declared. I ducked into my office at the end of the hall before she could follow up. She returned to the meeting and I wasn’t interrupted any further on my way out.

I drove my BMW 5 hybrid with only the slightest deference to road laws. My six hundred dollar shoes cluttered the passenger seat. I didn’t understand many of the other sisters. Nadine had hated Him. Sara feared everything He was about to say. Lucy had said her happiest day was the day He died. She also said the worst was His funeral. Four days without Him kicked the wind right out of all our sails. I had never been truly at odds with Him. Yeah, I wasn’t the lawyer I had thought I should be. But I was living a grand life with impossibly close friends and a man who had made my whole body beg for Him. There were a few side effects, but so long as I enjoyed myself and showed it, the leash was long. Matthew might not be Him, but he was a warm and caring and knightly man. A bit of a spit shine was all he needed. He made my mouth water.

I pulled up in front of Sara’s apartment building just after eight. He was sitting on the steps out front with a young brunette girl. I backed up enough so I was out of the way of the parking garage and shut off the engine. I slipped my sunglasses up into my hair and stepped out.

“Hey you!” Matthew waved and nudged the brunette to her feet. She was a gangly little girl. Twenty give or take a year. She was dressed sluttily, barefoot, in a miniskirt and grungy tshirt. She didn’t have a whole lot of tits, about the same as Sara. She tried to smile with slightly crooked teeth. She had adorable eyes, bright brown and long lashed. She wasn’t wearing any makeup. Her freckles were lost in her tan.

“Hello,” I all but wolf whistled as I walked over. I didn’t skip! I was greeted in a great big hug. I smiled as I smelled coffee and shampoo. I stepped back and before he introduced the girl I slid my fingers over his jaw, “Oh, I like this.”

“I think he looked good with the beard,” the girl said from our side, “But it does feel nice.”

“Carmen, this is Dawn,” Dawn offered her hand to shake but I hugged her. She squeezed politely and awkwardly back, “Dawn, this is Carmen.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” She muttered.

“It’s a pleasure,” I caught Matthew respond to that out of the corner of my eye, “Is it just the three of us or are we getting Sara too.”

“We are but when I buzzed her I just got a message saying the number had been disconnected,” Matthew said, “And you were on your way over so it didn’t make much sense to go over to my tower and hoof it back through the garage while you were waiting out here.”

“She left her cell at the last guy’s,” I remembered, “I’m glad he didn’t answer it.”

“Last guy’s? We’re not going to be passed off from Matthew?” Dawn looked a little panicked.

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Matthew pulled Dawn into a half hug.

“So let’s go get Sara,” I smiled and started up the steps. They followed after me.

“Do you have a key too?” He asked as I stepped into the foyer and turned to the callbox. I dialed in the five digit maintenance password that set off the door without calling anyone. Matthew held the door for Dawn and I. We headed to the stairwell.

“So how do you two know each other?” I asked as we started up.

“I kind of tripped over her in the street,” Matthew answered sheepishly.

“I was just an experiment,” Dawn answered heartlessly.

“Oh? You mentioned that it didn’t work yesterday,” I recalled, “Why not? Did that woman not put on the bracelet.”

“She did,” Matthew patted the phone in his front pocket, “I’m pretty sure she’s still wearing it. She just didn’t do what I told her.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I agreed. I held the door for him and Dawn. He gave a perfunctory thank you and Dawn smiled.

“So you and Sara keep saying,” He agreed, “That’s why I wanted to check with your last... master.”

He didn’t say master until he had checked there was no one else in the halls. He walked into Sara’s apartment.

“Matthew!” Sara greeted him nearly flying into a hug.

The door closed behind Dawn. I walked through, happy to see the place was tidy and that there seemed to be things in the kitchen. I turned to look at Sara. She seemed nervous. She was flitting about unable, maybe unwilling, to sit still. Two days ago she she would have been perfectly postured on the foot of her bed. Her lips in an easy smile, happily demure. I wondered at how many of her mooring lines Matthew had unfastened so far.

“Are you ready to go?”

“I am, I am so looking forward to waffles!” Sara beamed.

“Right,” Matthew remembered, “Actually we’re heading somewhere different. We can get breakfast when we get there, right?”

“Of course,” I answered.

“Now let’s go before you get ticketed,” Matthew turned with Dawn. Sara and I hurried to catch up. We took the elevator back down. Sara kept bumping me and smiling. I smiled uniquely at Matthew.

“This is a great car,” Matthew complimented as he settled into the passenger seat. Sara scuttled into the back seat. Dawn looped around to take the seat behind mine.

“Do you want to drive her?” I asked, keys dangling from my finger.

“No, you play the role of the driver today,” He said. Sara curled up in the seat behind him. Dawn buckled in and looked lazily out her window.

“So long as you play the driver in bed tonight,” I flirted. He blushed! Oh my god! I was going to have to change panties. He owned me and he was still overwhelmed, “Sara, buckle up, sweetie.”

I didn’t pull out until I heard the click and reset the mirror to show the rear window and not Sara. Matthew played with the radio. I drove and sung along every now and then. He picked out the only decent rock station in town. Soundgarden’s Black Hole Sun was just starting when our forty minute drive was ending. I think he was disappointed to miss out on the song. I was a little myself.

Sara Saint — Saturday, June 20th, 2015

Carmen and The Wizard stopped singing along to their depressing music as we pulled up to Home. It had been a bit of a drive, just over half an hour once we got out of town. He had set up in a sprawling coniferous development where it was common to see three story homes with four car garages and unheard of to see your neighbors. The lawn was gorgeous but with Annette dead I guessed the big garden in the back yard was dying. Carmen pulled us in along the gravel path cul de sac and up in front of the big blue door. I had my feet on the drive moments before the car had fully stopped.

“Careful, sister,” Carmen nagged at me.

“This is a beautiful—” Dawn’s voice disappeared when my door slammed. I hurried around up to the front door. It wasn’t locked, but the alarm was set and I hurried across the foyer to tap in the code. The house opened into a large front room, there were closets winging either side of the door and a large crooked staircase reaching up to the second floor landing. To the left was the grand dining room and to the right was the music hall. The fuck room was straight ahead.

“It’s fucking huge,” The Wizard announced as he and Dawn crossed the threshold. Carmen was following a couple steps behind.

“Yes, He liked grand displays.”

“How many girls live here?” Matthew turned towards us.

“Just me at the moment,” We all looked up to the landing to see Phoebe looking down on us. I had neglected that she would be here. Phoebe was a willowy redhead with straight hair and even less tits than she had enthusiasm. It amazed me that she was a long term slut. Her skin was fair and freckleless. I always thought she was a half pound of eyeshadow from being a vampire.

“Hi, I’m Matthew and this is Dawn,” He pushed the shy brunette forward with the palm of her hand.

“He’s like He was,” Carmen was ebullient. I was proud myself.

“Matthew found us!” I beamed and Matthew reached over and pulled me into a one armed hug. He looked like he ought with a girl under each arm. Phoebe walked around the rail and started heading down the stairs. She was wearing a pink trimmed white t-shirt, her slave bracelets and nothing else. We must have roused her out of bed.

“Um, hi,” Matthew said his eyes flitting to Phoebe’s bare cunt.

“Good morning,” She said and yawned, “Are you going to take me too?”

“Is that what you want?” Matthew asked. Holy shit that was such a strange question for a man like Matthew. I hugged him tighter.

“I want to get out of the house,” Phoebe whimpered.

“Not so fast, sister,” Carmen kissed Phoebe on the side of her head, “Matthew’s got to take some of his Things.”

“And I guess that includes you, Phoebe,” Matthew said. Dawn and I looked up at him confused.

“Oh,” The redhead moaned, “Well if you change your mind. Take me with you.”

Phoebe turned to walk to the fuck room towards the kitchen and breakfast.

“I just said I would take you.” Matthew asserted contradictorily.

“You can’t just take another man’s slut,” Carmen walked up and put her hand on Matthew’s chest and looked her in the eye.

“But you said—”

“We’re only here to take his Things,” Carmen corrected and interrupted him. Matthew didn’t even seem angry about it.

“So, I have to say I’m taking the bracelets?” I giggled. It’s weird when people just say the most obvious shit. “The sky is blue.” “Clowns are scary.” “Suck my cock, slut!”

Phoebe twisted. Her feet squeaked on the polished hardwood floor. She looked pleadingly at Matthew. I don’t know how she made it a whole week on her own. I guess suicide was not worth getting out of bed for.

“That’s how it works, sweetheart,” Carmen was being so lovey dovey with Matthew. I watched Dawn get jealous.

“OK, Phoebe,” He stood up straighter as he took a deep breath, “Bring my bracelets to me.”

She skipped quickly over to Matthew and he extricated his arms from me and Dawn. He put his hands on her wrists above the plain gold bracelets. He pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you,” Phoebe whimpered.

“Anytime,” Matthew casually replied. He then pushed her back and held her at arms length just below her shoulders. She was shorter than Dawn. I was still smaller than Phoebe. He smiled and turned his head towards Carmen, “Do you know what we’re looking for?”

“Some of his journals, he kept them on the shelf in the master bedroom.” Carmen explained.

“Gabrielle already carted them off,” Phoebe announced, “The only thing she left was that church book there.” She pointed to the green covered hymnal laying flat in the entryway of the music hall. Matthew quickly went over and picked it up.

“Why did she leave this?” He asked picking it up and leafing through it.

“She wasn’t supposed to take it out of the music hall,” Phoebe, Carmen and I answered. Dawn looked at the three of us with a streak of fear.

“Holy fucking shit,” He stopped on a page somewhere in the first fifth, “The handwriting is worse than his spelling.”

“Is that what you wanted?” Carmen asked.

“It looks like,” Matthew skipped through to different pages and absorbed the content with consternation, “Seems anticlimactic. I kind of wish it was in ancient Greek or Mandarin or something. Actually, nothing harder to interpret than transcribing it into Google and clicking translate. Deciphering it could be an adventure. This is just a mess. I’m not going to read this quickly.”

“Well, do you want to spend some time with Phoebe and the book?” Carmen offered, “We really need to find Dawn some clothes.”

“Oh, yes fucking please,” Dawn puppy dog eyed Matthew. Her skirt had ridden up while in the car and despite attempts to fix it her cute butt cheeks were on display.

“Um, OK,” Matthew took Phoebe’s hand and started walking towards the couch. He thumbed back to the first page. Phoebe pulled, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like going in there anymore,” She closed her eyes to hold back tears, “Wouldn’t you rather go out to the garden?”

“It is an incredible day,” Matthew smiled, “Lead on.”

Matthew followed the slap he delivered to Phoebe’s butt. He stopped at the entryway to the fuck room, “Dawn, come find me when you’re dressed how you like.”

“I will,” Dawn had to stop herself from going after him. She turned around to the two of us, “Is Phoebe as bad as you two?”

“Phoebe’s boring,” I condemned.

“She’s really low key,” Carmen was more polite.

“That sounds like someone I can deal with,” Dawn directed that at me.

“Should we just get Dawn some clothes or can we get other Things?” I looked up to Carmen.

“What kind of things?” Dawn asked.

“We should get anything we think Matthew might want,” Carmen said. She reached out for Dawn’s hand, “You look about about Bryn’s size.”

“Yeah, but her tits are too small,” I pointed out and began leading the other two up to the bedrooms.

“They’re bigger than yours!” Dawn retorted. Carmen cupped a breast and Dawn shrank back for a moment. Carmen measured the other.

“Sara wears a 28B,” Carmen announced as I cleared the top of the landing. “I’m a 38C, you’re clearly somewhere in the middle, probably a little closer to Sara. Have you had a fitting?”

“Just before prom two years ago,” Dawn answered less nervously than I had come to expect, “I was recommended a 34A. The bra didn’t seem to fit right and I think they’re a bit bigger now.”

They were getting into finer points of tits so I hurried ahead. I hopped the railing like I hadn’t done since I was sixteen and rushed for Bryn and Nadine’s room. There was another staircase up at the back of the house leading up to the master bedroom and solarium. On this floor there were just the six bedrooms and the big deck. My old room I had shared with Olive. He liked to keep us where the wardrobes could be traded easiest. Carmen and Lucy’s was the first on the left and they were by far the worst fit. I was heading for the opposite side to get to Bryn’s clothes. There was even more stuff in the basement but this stuff was newer and often nicer.

The bedroom was neat and tidy. A down comforter was laid across the bed and everything looked pristine. The room felt stale. It was a small room facing the west with cheery curtains and the one kingsized bed. All of the beds at Home were kingsized except for the single in Gabrielle’s room. The first night I had been Home that I wasn’t in His bed I slept curled up at Gabrielle’s feet like a puppy. I ignored the nostalgia and dragged open the sliding doors of the closet. It looked like it had already been picked over. I guess Nadine or Bryn had been back for Annette’s wake. They had left their scarves and I took both careful not to let them unravel.

“Here we are and Sara’s already hard at work,” Carmen said from the doorway. Dawn came to join me at the closet.

“Oh, thank God,” She sighed, “There are real people clothing here. I thought it was going to be all rubber and corsets like your closet.”

“They’re in there too,” I pointed out, “Socks and underthings are probably in the dresser. Maybe a few of the more wintery things too.”

“Why’d you take these scarves out?” Dawn reached for Nadine’s burgundy one.

“Be careful with that!” Carmen shouted but Dawn had carelessly picked it up and it dropped, unravelling. She collapsed with a thud. I hoped Matthew and Phoebe didn’t hear her outside.

“I can’t get it off!” She thrashed but her left ankle and calf were trapped under the scarf. I shouldn’t have snorted.

“We had better help her out,” Carmen smiled.

“Please!” Dawn looked back and forth at us.

“But He’s supposed to let her up,” I pointed out.

“He’s dead Sara,” Carmen squatted and then knelt by Dawn’s leg. Carmen looked up at me, “And Matthew has asked for Dawn to get dressed and go meet him.”

It was a slow process rolling the scarf up along Dawn’s leg carefully as not to let her be held down. I walked over to the dresser and took out a pair of hair ties to keep the Things safely coiled. Dawn slowly took control over her breath.

“Is there anything else I should keep my hands off of?” She pleaded. She was on her feet and her little ruffled skirt was putting her pussy on better display than Phoebe’s lazy dressing.

“The champagne flutes,” I thought.

“Sunglasses,” Carmen chimed in.

“Teddy bears,” I twitched my nose in disgust.

“Bracelets, especially gold ones,” We were just naming Things now. Really though only a scarf or a flute would do much to her.

“Riding crops.”

“Blindfolds.”

“Handguns.”

“The big gold framed mirror.”

“No, the mirror’s gone,” Carmen shook her head interrupting the list, “I think Nadine probably took it.”

“It makes my skin crawl thinking someone else might have it,” I shuddered.

“What does it do?” Dawn asked.

“Let’s us keep an eye on each other,” Carmen shrugged, “Not really that important. Don’t you have to get dressed?”

“Oh, I guess I do.” We waited a moment before Dawn took off her grungy shirt and my skirt. Carmen grabbed her some ankle socks from the dresser. I was sent next door to grab a suitcase from Wanda’s room. I hadn’t heard from her since March. She was a know-it-all. I liked her. I wheeled the black and pink suitcase.

Dawn’s tits jiggled as she pulled a pair of hip hugger jeans up over a pair of lacy panties.

“I don’t think we have anything for you,” Carmen was saying. She had arranged a row of socks, underwear, hair accessories and jewelry boxes on the bed. Dawn was turning her hips looking down at her jeans. They were faded and ripped and she looked great in them, “You’ve got great tits. You can get away with braless.”

“My nipples will be sticking out at everyone,” Dawn frowned. She had taken one of Nadine’s dark scarlet tops. Nadine had mastered sexy. Most of Bryn’s stuff was in bright but unobtrusive colors. Dawn started buttoning up the blouse. She had been right about her nipples.

“I think Matthew will like it,” I said as I approached the bed.

“I do too,” Carmen tapped her lower lip, “Maybe we don’t need to scavenge you a whole wardrobe here. C’mon.”

Dawn grabbed a pair of black ankle socks off the blanket. She hopped along behind us until she was dressed and then she ran to catch up. We cut across the landing and past the west bathroom to get to the stairs. Dawn seemed to like the solarium. I loved watching thunderstorms there. I remember being so scared here. Five months and I had barely been allowed to leave His bed. That first summer thunderstorm hit. Wanda, I think, came and fetched me and took me across to the solarium. He wasn’t home but the few girls that were snuggled up on the sofa just watching the great blasts of lightning. I curled up on Annette’s lap. I don’t think any of us talked. It had been a good night.

We went into the master bedroom. The whole room was decorated in steel gray, pitch black and dark blue. I remembered being tangled up in those sheets, suspended from the harnesses over the bed, and buried under His power. The left wall had a faded outline of where the mirror had been. Next to it was the picture, a sweet remembrance, of He and Annette. She was just 17 and he was 15 and the bracelets on her wrists had been locked together.

“Are these the sunglasses you were talking about?” Dawn had moved to the bureau on the other side of the room.

“Oh, yeah,” I scurried over, “Try them on.”

“But the scarf and Carmen warned—”

“The sunglasses are harmless, really,” Carmen explained as she lifted the picture off of its hook. The wall safe was behind it. She jabbed the numberpad and cranked the lever to open it.

“Oh my God!” Dawn gasped as she settled the shades on her nose, “Why are you bluish and Carmen reddish?” She looked down at her own hand, “I’m a darker red.”

“It shows excitement,” I explained, “Sometimes He’d punish us if we weren’t red enough when he wanted us.”

“I turned back to blue so quickly,” She took off the sunglasses and put them back on the dresser.

“Did either of you bring up the suitcase?” Carmen turned from the safe.

“Were we supposed to?” Dawn asked.

“You never mentioned it,” I agreed. Carmen sighed.

“Well, we shouldn’t take it all anyways,” Carmen began taking a few blocks of banded banknotes from the safe. She laid three pairs on the bed, each tilting over to varying degrees revealing they were stacks of three banded sheafs. There was one stack of hundreds, two of fifties and three of twenties. She then turned back and grabbed a sickly looking sheaf of two dollar bills. She showed them off, “Do you think Matthew would like these?”

“Two dollar bills? I’ve never seen one,” Dawn grinned, “Those have to be older than I am.”

“Just younger than Sara,” Carmen smiled and fanned through the stack, “They’re from 1993. It’s not a full stack, there’s only... 33 here.”

“Are they important? I mean don’t we have toonies now?” I got the saddest look from Carmen.

“I think Matthew will love them,” Dawn nodded, “Can I bring them down to him? I’d like to show off the clothes too.”

“Sneaky girl,” Carmen smiled. She tossed the sleeve onto the bed, “We’ll put a few more outfits in with the money.”

“Is that all of it?” Dawn asked.

“No,” Carmen looked back to the safe and closed it, “This is less than a tenth of what I’m leaving here.”

“Don’t worry about the money,” I told Dawn, “Go show him those tits.”

“Yeah, thanks Sara,” She picked the money off the bed and zipped away.

“Don’t run on the stairs, sister,” Carmen called out after Dawn. She then turned to me, “Grab some bills and we’ll go get Dawn’s wardrobe sorted out.”

“Is that all we’re doing?” I asked.

“No, we’ll pick out a few Things and then make breakfast before joining them in the back garden.”

“OK, I think he’ll really want the champagne glasses,” I remembered the times He had brought them out. One little sip from them was enough to lower someone into a deep sleep.

“Maybe we should hit the wine cellar too?”

Matthew Reid — Saturday, June 20th, 2015

Phoebe’s ass was bare. It was a beautiful day. I sort of followed her on autopilot. Her ass deserved a bit more attention than that. She was a former slave and they all crossed their ankles with every step they took. Her pale cheeks hypnotically swaying over her skinny legs. Phoebe looked like my pre-Wizard fantasies if she had small tits. Their owner must have been a natural tit kind of man. I was kind of surprised he didn’t give Sara and Phoebe magic implants. I wondered what magic tits would do? Phoebe had thick red hair, a dark natural red that really stood against her fair skin.

Phoebe led me through a room which was a labyrinth of sofas and benches to big glass sliding doors. I skimmed through the hymnal. I was glad most of the furniture in the room was big and comfy. I clipped a few corners on that obstacle course. Phoebe led us out ont onto a stone patio. I gave a cursory glance to the flowerbeds and vegetable patches but made my way over to an umbrellaed glass table with third of a circle stone benches. Phoebe quietly came up and sat behind me. She rested her jaw in her hands and her elbows on the table. I turned back to the first page.

“My dearest Gabrielle,

“I suspect you will feel frustrated by how long I have decided to keep you in the dark. However, I hope you will do the same if you are ever forced to keep a child. You are well aware of the circumstances with your mother. The others like you have not had our closeness, nor your opportunity, nor your access. Your brothers and sisters will have no rights to my legacy. I may have seeded their births, but I gave you my name. My middle name, alas. It was necessary to separate myself from your mother’s young age. I have no interest in knowing how many siblings you have or how many you will gain. I do know that when they get in your way, I would recommend assassination over collection. I decided today, on your fifth birthday, that I would, in fact, love you.

“Your mother Olive was not a good enough distraction to be wholly collected. I regret her presence every time I don’t have you around. Taking care of your grandparents and great uncle was a messy affair. She reminds me of that everyday. She is an intelligent woman though. Her beauty and intellect are traits I’m glad she has to share with you. Even if she had turned out cleverer than I’d like in a slave. I applaud her ingenuity though. I often treat her like garbage. If she wants my attention or good side, she makes certain that I spend the day with you first.

“You will be starting school in four months. I’ve kept you out of kindergartens and organized activities so far. I won’t be able to do that for long. I’ve worried that you’d speak of our home activities to those outside our rules. I’ve only had the one way to correct that until now. I just saw how happy you were when you opened your first gift. I kind of hoped you’d have the same glee for the necessary one. You threw aside the necklace and kept the felt box announcing it would be for “your favorite Lego men.” I’m sorry Nadine was so rough getting the necklace on you. There was no room for error.

“I promise you, here and now, this 27th of April, 1994, that you will be the heir to my power. I stole this power from Annette’s father.

“Your proud father,

“Ishmael Gabriel Rawlins”

It took a fair bit of my willpower to translate that scrawl into the English I read. I understand how someone could mistype shcool but to actually write that with a pen was particularly galling. Mentally spent I slowly flipped the next few pages. Some had titles and some continued from the previous page. The first entry was “Superiority.” Which led to “Prime and Aware” and into “Hunting.” I was looking for “Bracelets” or something like that. “Dancing Fairy”, “Over Defining”, “The Importance of a Rapport with Your Slave”, and “There Is No Second Try”. I closed the book and set it on the table.

Phoebe had sat silently next to me. She sat up in a perfect posture when I turned to her. She kept a sleepy look on her face. She waited, infinitely unhurried.

“Tell me, who is Phoebe...” I didn’t know her last name. I felt a creeping chill and a tremor. Sara’s last name was Saint. Dawn and Carmen’s I didn’t know. I owned four women and didn’t even know their names. I had had sex with two women and didn’t know their last names. I felt proud of myself for that.

“I’m your slut now,” She answered as if that was the totality of what I had asked.

“Alright,” I considered. Part of me wanted to fuck her before I asked. I would take this strange woman in a neolithic show of virility. I looked at her face. She was really pretty. She wasn’t wearing any makeup. She had soft pale lips and waiting blue eyes. I turned towards her, sitting with a leg on either side of the bench. I had her do the same. Her hairless cunt opened as she turned. It wasn’t the best angle to see her sex but I could tell her lips were wet. I decided to play gentleman over cave man, “What’s your last name Phoebe?”

“Waterson.” She answered to the letter of the question.

“Tell me about your family,” I hoped a more open question would get her talking more. Sara was a vibrant woman trapped in some sort of slavery imposed cage. Dawn had almost no tethers to her speech. Carmen was high with infatuation. I was mostly confused.

“Mom and dad took the payoff He gave them and moved from the city.” End of story. Jesus, Phoebe was making cave man look better and better. My hand readjusted my dick. I was getting hard but I also wanted to read the journal.

“What do you like Phoebe? What are you interested in?”

“Not much,” She shrugged, “I like having sex.”

That was it. She had labeled herself as being only for sex. Well for sex and not much else. I stood up. I looked around but the copses of trees to either side blocked the view of our neighbors and it was an entire forest out beyond the garden. Phoebe stood up as well. I pulled off my belt and half unzipped before I pushed my pants down. I had left my shoes in the porch so I soon matched Phoebe’s dress code plus socks.

“Bend over the table,” I told her. She was a bit too short in this position so I had her kneel on the bench. I grabbed both of her ass cheeks and pulled apart. I could see her sex was flooded. Her asshole was clean. I had a dirty thought, a big smile, and a hardon. I decided to fuck her cunt.

“You might want to grab on to something,” I boasted as her whole body swayed from my first invasion. I pulled out slow and fucked in hard. I gripped higher up on her waist. The red imprints of my fingers blossoming against her pale skin.

“Oh, thank you,” Phoebe moaned. She reached ahead at my suggestion and took the umbrella staff in both hands.

“You’re very welcome,” I let a smile tug on my lips. Fucking is so much fun. Phoebe was the fourth magicked girl I had fucked. I had surpassed my previous belt notches since I had become Sara’s Wizard. I felt the tight muscles massaging my cock inside Phoebe. It felt wonderful. I made sure our flesh slapped with every lunge.

“Matthew!” I heard Dawn call out from inside the home. I froze, just for a moment. It was strange being caught naked. It was stranger being happy about it. I reset my rhythm into Phoebe. I was bent further over her now. My hands holding her below the elbows as I penetrated.

“We’re out here on the deck!” I called over my shoulder.

“Oh, thank you,” Phoebe moaned again.

“Alright!” Dawn called back.

Every cunt felt different. Sara was slick and smooth. Carmen was strong and rippled. Dawn was chaotic and hot. Phoebe was rougher; like she needed to be even wetter to handle me. I liked it.

“Oh, wow!” Dawn chirped at the door.

“Find your clothes?” I asked. But my face was now buried in the back of Phoebe’s hair. She smelled of wildflowers.

“Oh, thank you,” She moaned again. I felt a tremor run down her back. I wanted to look to Dawn. I rose up, pushing a few strands of Phoebe’s hair from my lips. I reset my grip on her waist.

“Come over, Dawn,” I asked with a little pant in my voice.

“I’ve...Wow.” She said and walked around my left side. I turned and followed her. She was looking great in a deep red blouse that was tented by her nipples. She showed off just an inch of midriff over her dark hip hugging jeans. She gave a silly smile and struck a nice little pose. I saw the orange block in her right hand.

“Are those? Holy shit!” I got a bit more excited and swung harder into Phoebe.

“Oh, thank you,” She moaned. Pheobe had her right hand lifting her a little off the table. Her left continued to whiteknuckle the umbrella staff.

“I thought you’d like them,” Dawn fanned out the old two dollar bills. I had memories of dad sending me to the corner store with a couple of those to get lottery tickets. That was nearly 25 years ago. I was a fizzy cocktail of emotions. It turned a bit towards Dawn, still sliding in an out of Phoebe. I grabbed the redhead’s shoulder and butt cheek. I leaned in; my elbow pressed against her spine. Phoebe’s already tight shirt clung to her with sweat. I caught that wildflower smell again and my balls tightened. I panted, heaved and settled. I was right on Phoebe’s back.

“Oh, thank you,” She murmured.

“Where are Carmen and Sara?” I asked after a minute or two. I slipped myself from Phoebe. My cock deflated. Our mess sloshed out onto the back of her calf. I stood up but she just rested. I stretched and Dawn looked amazed at my dick.

“They’re packing a bag for me,” Dawn said, “And getting some other Things you’ll want.”

“Oh, all right,” I adjusted my cock and realized I needed a cloth or something. I slapped Phoebe lightly on the butt. She slipped back into a kneel and looked to me.

“Go get me towel,” I told her. She smiled and traced a finger on my chest as she stood up. She walked away with a happy wiggle. Dawn was looking at the hymnal.

“Can I take a look?” She asked.

“Of course,” I said. She slid it over and picked it up. I watched her throat grow taut and her face go red. She couldn’t open the cover, “Oh.”

“I guess it’s only for me,” I said and took it from her. I put it back on the table as Phoebe came back with a checkered towel. She was about to get on her knees and clean me up. I took the towel from her, “Dawn’ll get that. You go find Sara and Carmen and get packed.”

“Ok,” she stood up and I passed the towel to Dawn. We both smiled. Me happily, Dawn a smirk that said, “This is it now? I clean dicks?” I was about to put the book back down when I turned to Phoebe leaving.

“Phoebe,” I stopped her, “Is there something I really should look up first about Ishmael’s powers?”

“I don’t know,” She answered, “What do you want to do?”

“Figure out why some girls are slaves and some girls aren’t,” I pictured Eden laughing. God she had a sexy laugh.

“Was she Aware she was a slave?” Phoebe asked in that tone that Sara often used.

“Go do what I told you to do,” I dismissed her. She left with a shrug.

“What do you think she meant?” Dawn asked me.

“You mean you don’t know?”

“Not really,” Dawn answered. She appeared self conscious.

“There was a thing I noticed on Primed and Aware in the journal,” I recalled, “Do you want to take care of this and I’ll see what I can find out.”

“Alright,” Dawn smiled, climbing down onto her knees before me. I smiled when she started cleaning up my cock.