The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

On the way back to town in the limo I called Larry.

“Hey Larry, Sam Williams here.”

“Hello Sam. How’s the Slaver business treating you?”

“Pretty well actually, I’m finding I have all kinds of uses for new slaves. But that’s not why I called. I was wondering if you have access to travel documents, you know, passports, student visas, stuff like that.”

“Maybe... But we really shouldn’t talk about it on an open line like this. The real HS does have big ears. Tell you what, I’ll come by your place in an hour and you can tell me what you need.”

“All right, and that way you can tell your friends you checked up on me.”

“Smart boy.’

Just before arriving back at the apartments my phone chimed. I had received an email in my new thingsmasterneedstoknow email account. It was from Gloria.

Master, MacBeth has someone on the inside at Adamson Corp. I don’t know who it is.

I called Steve.

“Steve, I just found out that John MacBeth has someone inside our company.”

“Really? Where did you get that information?”

“I have someone keeping an eye on him too. So what do you think? Any idea who it might be?”

“No. It’s a big company Sam, there’s no telling who it is. How in the world could you have set something like that up? You’ve only been CEO for what, three days?”

“It was in the works since before that. I knew MacBeth was going to try to sabotage Kristen and me, so I took some measures to keep tabs on him. Now listen. Has MacBeth been able to be successful against us in the arenas where we are in direct competition?”

“I can think of a couple of possibilities. I’ll make a few calls to verify my suspicions and get back to you. By the way Sam I didn’t mean to imply anything negative by my comments, I’m just amazed that you already have these information sources, what I want to say is that I’m glad you’re on our side.”

“Thanks Steve. Call me when you have something.”

We had just pulled up to the apartments so Adiva and I jumped out and went inside to see Kristen. She hugged Adiva and kissed me. Chahna was working.

There was a crew there creating an opening between my original apartment and the managers apartment, and another crew turning the kitchen in apartment three into another bedroom.

“You don’t waste any time do you baby?”

Kristen smiled. “No Sammy. When I know what I want I go for it.”

“No problem babe, just tell these guys to try to not make too much noise ok? I need to go next door to my office for a while and check some things out. If Larry from Homeland Security comes by show him into my office.”

“Ok Sam.” Said Kristen, but in the tone of her voice I heard ‘Yes Master’. They really did have a hard time not being slaves.

“Oh and Kristen, Adiva and I will be flying to the League of Arabic Sheikdoms on Friday with her father. We’ll be gone for a few days, maybe as much as a week. Do you want to go or would you rather stay here?”

She thought for a minute. “I don’t want to be away from you but I think I’d better stay here and oversee the work on the apartments.”

“Ok. That way you can be company for Chahna as well.”

About twenty minutes later Larry showed up and Kristen showed him into my office.

As he entered he let out a low whistle. “Wow Sam. How do you rate a setup like this? Look at all this technology.”

“Yeah, pretty impressive huh? I kind of inherited it as the new CEO of Adamson Corp.”

If Larry was surprised before, now he was stunned. “New CEO? What did you do, enslave the owner?”

“Yes as a matter of fact. Larry, meet the owner of Adamson.” I pointed to Kristen.

“Hi, I’m Kristen.” She held out her hand and they shook.

He whispered “And she knows you enslaved her? You told her?”

“Yeah. Any problem with that?”

“No, it’s just that most don’t.”

“Well I thought it would make things easier. Now I don’t have to come up with creative explanations of why women obey my commands without question, at least not at home. And my girls can help me break in new slaves if need be.”

“Yeah, well whatever. You said something about a passport?”

“Right. Adiva lost her passport and student Visa when she was abducted. We’re leaving Friday for the LAS to visit her family so she needs a replacement.”

“Ok, piece of cake. For that I don’t even have to break the law. I’ll have it for you by Wednesday.”

“Great, I owe you one.”

“Yes you do. Have you thought any more about joining our organization?”

“Yes I have. I’m inclined to say yes, but give me a few more days to think about it.”

“Ok, no problem. See you in a couple of days.”

I spent some time reviewing reports and Adiva brought me a sandwich and juice at noon.

I asked her to tell me about her childhood while I ate.

I had just put the empty plate down when my phone rang. It was Steve.

“Hello Sam. Well the only thing I can find that might be little suspicious is the fact that MacBeth out bid us on some work for the city and then did the same thing on a new office building out on the north side. These are big jobs and we put a lot of effort into making sure our bids are competitive, so it’s unusual for someone to beat us twice in succession. Especially the city job, that’s not really MacBeth’s forte.”

“So where does that point us.”

“The legal department, my department I’m afraid. Not very many people see a finished contract before it goes out, but the legal department reviews them all.”

“Hmmm. Steve, nobody knows who I am right? I mean if I walked into your office nobody would recognize me right?”

“I suppose not. There aren’t any pictures of you on the wall yet. All anybody but the top execs knows is that we have a new CEO.”

“Alright. Here’s what I want you to do. Spread the word that a specialist is coming in to review all computer logs including e-mail. Get me a temporary pass into the building, and make it for Sam Thornton. Get me access to the computers and leave the rest to me.”

“Ok Sam. When do you want this?”

“I’ll be there in a half hour.”

Steve walked me into the fourth floor cubicle area of the Legal Department and sat me down at an empty desk. I thanked him and he walked away, back to his own office.

The place was full of cubicles and people were busy doing their work.

I plugged in my laptop and logged in to the network. I figured while I was here pretending to go through the computer records I may as well really go through the computer records.

I started with the e-mail server. Executed a search for ‘MacBeth’ and sat back to wait for the results. It didn’t take long.

There were a lot of matches. I guess it wouldn’t be unusual for people to mention the competition in their e-mails.

So I set a filter for only those e-mails that were sent to someone at MacBeth Properties. I still had a hundred and fourteen hits. Apparently the two companies had legitimate business to discuss.

I started reading through them. I got through the first twenty or so when someone approached me. It was a young Hispanic woman, about twenty-four or so. Very pretty, dark skin and brown eyes. Her hair was long, straight and dark. She had a nice figure, about 5′ 3″, C cup, narrow waist, wide hips.

“Hi. I’m Stefani.” She held out her hand to shake.

“Uh, oh, I’m Sam.” I shook her hand. It was clammy. She seemed nervous.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m just doing a little auditing. You know, making sure company secrets don’t get out.”

“I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“No, I’m an independent contractor. I specialize in corporate security.”

“Oh. Well listen, I was just about to go down to the cafeteria to get a cola. I was just wondering if you would like me to show you where it is.”

You may think I was distracted from more important matters but in reality this is just the kind of thing I was hoping for. If the person who was helping MacBeth had used the computer for any correspondence he or she would try to head me off in some way. This could be it.

“Sure. Thanks.” I got up to follow her. “So what do you do around here?”

“Oh, I’m an intern. They hired me right out of law school. Right now they have me working on contracts, you know, looking for loop holes or potential liabilities.”

“So how many contracts come through here in a week?”

“Oh a lot. Adamson Corp. is a lot bigger than people think.”

“How long have you been working here then?”

“Only a few months.”

We arrived at the cafeteria. She bought a cola and I got a cup of coffee.

After we paid she said “You want to sit at a table for a little while?”

“Sure.”

We sat down.

“So what have you found so far Sam? In the computers I mean.”

“Nothing yet. I’m not really supposed to talk about it though.”

She was pensive for a moment. “Sam, let’s say you did find something. I mean, do you always have to report it?”

“Well, Stefani, that’s what I get paid for. And they pay me well; it would take a lot to make me want to jeopardize that.”

There. I had opened the door for her.

“Like how much?”

“A lot. How much is your job and your reputation worth to you?”

“Me? I didn’t say anything about me.”

“Come on Stefani. I can spot it a mile away. You screwed up and now you need me to unscrew you. Stop beating around the bush.”

“Ok. You got me. Sam I can’t afford to get caught. If they find out what I’ve done I’ll never work again.”

“So why’d you do it in the first place?”

“My brother. He works for this guy and they caught him stealing. They were going to fire him. He’s got three kids Sam, and he’s already struggling to make ends meet. He’s behind on his house payments and they’ll foreclose if he doesn’t make some soon.”

“How did he get so upside down?”

“Look. This isn’t about my brother. Are you willing to help me or not?”

“For the right price, yes. My price starts with you telling me everything that I want to know about why you did whatever you did. Otherwise I go back and fill out my report.”

“Ok, ok. Drugs. He’s been buying drugs. Stupid. I told Paco to leave him alone but he wouldn’t listen.”

“Who is Paco?”

She smoldered for a moment, deciding whether she should tell me or not. “My boyfriend. I knew he was in a gang but I didn’t think he was that bad. Now he’s got my brother strung out. It’s destroying him.”

“And you’re still with this Paco?”

“Yes. I’m afraid to leave him. He’s got guns and other military stuff, I think he would kill me if I leave. Besides, where would I go? I’ve been with Paco since high school, I feel like he’s part of me. I even tried to leave him once, but I missed him so much I went back. He beat me pretty bad that time. All right. That should be enough about me. Are you going to help me or not?”

“Yes. Here is my price. You will become my slave.”

I could see the surprise on her face. She sat back in her chair and stared at me.

“What does that mean?”

“It means you will obey me without question. You will serve me in any way I wish.”

“What, like for a month or something?”

“No. Permanently. For life.”

“Right.” She laughed. “First of all, Paco would kill you. And second, what makes you think I want to be someone’s slave, even for ten minutes?”

“Do you want to keep your job or do you want to go to jail?”

She just stared at me. Then she snorted. “Ok, fine. I’ll be your slave. Is that all you want me to say?”

“I’m serious Stefani. You have to solemnly agree that in exchange for me not turning you in, you will be my slave for life.”

“What keeps me from lying? I could say I agree and then never do what you want.”

“That’s my problem to worry about. If you agree to be my slave you will be my slave. What I want to know from you is, is it worth the price?”

“Assuming I was your slave. Would you take me away from Paco?”

“Yes.”

“That alone would almost be worth it.”

“So what’s your decision?”

She put her head in her hands for a moment. “What have I got to lose? My life would be over if I got caught. Ok, I agree to be your slave for life. Now what?”

Now I knew she really didn’t mean it, but this girl needed to be saved from herself. She had a lot of potential but she was on a self destructive spiral and by her own admission she couldn’t get off.

So I looked around the cafeteria, no one around, it was kind of an odd time to take a break. I focused on her and released my enslaving energy. Bam!

She went into that familiar trance. “Stefani can you hear me?”

“Sí.”

Oops. “Speak english. In a minute I’m going to count backward from three to zero. When I reach zero you will wake up.”

“If I ever give you a direct command you will obey it. Otherwise you are free to be your normal self when I wake you from this trance.”

“You will not speak to anyone about the agreement you made with me or what I am doing to you now.”

“If I, and only I ever say the words, ‘my six armed goddess’ you will immediately return to this trance state. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Three, two, one, zero.”

She blinked and then gasped. “What just happened?”

“I just made you my slave.”

She chuckled. “Yeah right. But... did you just hypnotize me?”

“No. I told you, I just made you my slave.”

“So what do I have to do for you? Clean your house, wash your car?”

“We’ll see. For now just go back to work, come see me when your shift ends.”

“Ok. See you later Sam.”

I went back to the desk that had been provided for me and continued my perusal of the e-mails my search had turned up. I did find two from Stefani to MacBeth giving him details about the two contracts he had won. She deserved what she got.

I went to Steve’s office and told him I had found the leak and I was taking care of it.

“Who was it?”

“Stefani Martinez. An intern. Don’t fire her Steve. I plan to use her for a while.”

“Use her?”

“Yeah. I want to feed MacBeth some misinformation.”

“You think she’ll cooperate?”

“Yeah, we had a heart to heart. She’s on our team now, a hundred percent.”

“Alright. If you say so Sam.”

“Thanks.”

I went back to my temporary desk and shut down my laptop. It was almost five o’clock. In a few minutes Stefani came by and stopped at my desk.

“Ok, what now?”

“You’re coming home with me.”

“Wait a minute. I never said I’d live with you.”

“You are my slave. That means you do whatever I say, or else...” I pointed to my laptop.

“All right, all right. But Paco’s going to be so pissed, he’ll beat the crap out of me when I finally go home.”

“You aren’t going home.”

“What do you mean?”

“Slave for life, remember. That means you’re with me the rest of your life.”

“I don’t know if I like this arrangement.”

“Fine. I’ll just include those e-mails you sent to MacBeth in my report.”

She looked angry. I knew the desire to be my slave would take a few days to work its way into her psyche, in the mean time I was trying to not give direct commands.

“Ok. You’ve got me over a barrel. Just let me call Paco and try to smooth things over with him.” She pulled out her cell phone.

“No. No calls to or from Paco or your brother. That’s an order.”

She looked like she wanted to fight it for a moment and then just folded the phone and put it away.

I took a printed Google map from my pocket. “This is where I live. Go straight there.”

“Ok.” Every time I gave her a direct command like ‘Go straight there’ I could see her puzzling it out before finally agreeing. I wondered how her mind was justifying her obedience.

I had brought my motorcycle so I was able to weave through traffic and got home well ahead of her.

All my girls greeted me with a kiss.

“Set an extra place for dinner, we’re going to be joined by my newest slave.”

Kristen was excited. “Oh Master that’s wonderful news. What’s she like? Is she nice?”

“No she’s a bad girl. But I’ll straighten her out. Right now she doesn’t want to admit to herself that she is my slave, I want to observe how she progresses over the next few days and how long it takes her to want to be my slave.”

There was a knock at the door. I opened it and let Stefani in.

“I swear Sam, I don’t know why I’m doing this.”

“My report?”

“Yeah, that must be it.”

“I want you to meet my other slaves. This is Kristen, Adiva and Chahna. Girls this is Stefani.”

She looked at me like I was some kind of three headed monster. “You are seriously twisted, you know that Sam? Why are you so hung up on this slavery fetish?”

“It’s my thing.” I smiled. “Now why don’t you help the girls with dinner? I’m going to watch the news.”

As I watched the TV I was eves dropping on the kitchen activity. Kristen, Adiva and Chahna were chattering away working on various dishes while Stefani was very quiet and wasn’t really contributing much.

When all was prepared we all sat down to eat. The food was great as always. Adiva was the best of the three for cooking but Kristen was getting better, Chahna was great with salads.

Just as we were finishing up there was another knock at the door.

I got up and answered it.

I found Casey standing there. She was dressed in sweats pants and an old sweat shirt with paint stains on the front. Strands of her hair were hanging down in her face and she had dark circles under her eyes.

“Please.” she said in a quiet voice. “What have you done to me? I need to know.”

I pondered. “What is your name?”

She hesitated. I could see her struggling with her pride. Pride won. “Officer Chandler.”

“Wrong answer. And if you decide to come back dress more appropriately, you look a mess.”

I shut the door in her face and peeked through the curtains on the front window to see her reaction. She stood at the front door for a minute with her fists clinched, then straightened and wiped her face with her sleeve. Then she marched back to her car. A brand new yellow Chevy Camaro. Nice. She must have left a pound of rubber in the parking lot as smoke boiled off her tires.

I smiled. Interesting.

Back at the table Stefani asked “What was that all about?”

“Just another project I’m working on.”

“So what’s the arrangement here?” she addressed the girls. “You all pretend to be slaves and let him order you around?”

“We’re not pretending.” said Chahna. “We are really his slaves, heart and soul. We live to serve our master. And we love our master.”

“Is that what that whole hypnosis thing was all about? Were you trying to make me like them?”

“No Stefani. I already told you, it wasn’t hypnosis. The trance was a side effect of turning you into one of my slaves.”

She laughed. “Whatever. This is a really strange game you’re playing Sam, but I’ll play along for a while. Do you want me to call you Master too?”

“Only if you want to.”

“Good, because I don’t plan on it.”

I nodded and turned to Kristen.

“So Kristen, tell me about your progress on the remodeling.”

“We have some more work to do on the kitchen conversion but you now have access to your office through that doorway, and your old office is now the master bedroom. I moved all your personal stuff from your old bedroom and installed a few accessories.”

“Thank you babe, that was sweet.”

I turned to Chahna. “And how was your day?”

“Oh the usual. People come in with their problems and I try to help them. Today I had a thought though. If you could just enslave all of these women with depression and anxiety you could cure them. But I know that wouldn’t be very practical.”

“No it wouldn’t. And it would probably draw a lot of attention to us if you had that kind of success. Remember, I don’t want my ability to make slaves of women to become public knowledge.”

Stefani smirked and shook her head.

“What’s wrong?”

“You really are full of yourself. This whole ‘I can turn women into my obedient slaves’ thing has got you living in a fantasy world. No self respecting woman would ever allow that to happen to her.”

“We’ll see. In a few days you may change your tune.”

“Not likely.”

The girls cleaned up after dinner and I decided we would all watch a movie together. I asked what they wanted to see and we finally decided on Knowing with that actor from the Declaration of Independence flicks.

When the movie was over I said “Ok, Kristen, Adiva and Chahna make your own sleeping arrangements, Stefani, you’re with me in the new master bedroom.

“What?! You’re going to make me have sex with you?”

“You agreed to be my slave, you can’t back out now.”

“But don’t you think you’re taking it a little too far?”

“Not at all. Sex is one of the things my slaves do for me, right girls.” They all agreed enthusiastically.

“Well all right. May as well get it over with. I guess I knew deep down that this is what you would want.”

I made my way to the next apartment and to what used to be the living room and then my office. Now as the master bedroom it was perfect. Much roomier than the other bedrooms, and Kristen had done a great job decorating it. There were large mirrors in a few strategic places, all focused on the bed. There were book shelves with my favorite books on them, there was a new bed, a four-poster, it was taller than my old bed but it turned out to be really comfortable.

Stefani trailed in behind me with a not all that pleased look on her face. She looked around and sighed. “Well if this is what it takes then I guess it’s just the price I have to pay.”

“Good. Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.”

I stepped out of the room and found Kristen still in the kitchen. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her. “Thank you babe, the bedroom is perfect. You’re wonderful Kristen and I love you so much.”

She melted into me. “Thank you Master.” She guided my hands to her breasts. I massaged them and she moaned.

“Where are Adiva and Chahna?”

“They’ve gone to sleep.”

I reached down and pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her pretty breasts. Leaning down I took one into my mouth and sucked. She gasped. “Oohh Master.”

I kissed her mouth. “Off with the pants.”

They dropped to the floor along with the panties.

Mine followed and then my shirt.

I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the counter top, spread her legs and inserted my steel hard rod into her hot pussy. She bucked and wrapped her legs around me.

“Ggnnnnnnngggghhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhhhaha, aaahh, ahhhh, nnnnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhaaaaaaaa.”

I could feel her convulsing inside, her moist channel milking my cock for all it was worth. I thought it was going to last long enough for me to come too but she came too fast, and then she was out.

I pulled out and carried her to her bed. Then I went back to the kitchen and picked up our clothes, placing hers on the chair next to her bed. I looked at her lying on the bed and was overcome with love. She may be my slave but I did love her. I loved them all, but Kristen was special, she was the first one to give herself to me freely. I caressed her face then went back to the master bedroom.

When I opened the door it was dark inside and there was a lump in the bed.

“Ready Stefani?”

“What was all that noise earlier? It sounded like someone having sex.”

“Oh that was just me and Kristen.”

“So you don’t need me, right?”

“Wrong. Kristen left me with an aching hard-on.”

“You’re kidding. Oh all right, come on and get it over with.”

I slid into the bed and between her outspread legs. I took one of her breasts into my mouth and played with her nipple.

“Mmmm. Look that’s nice and all but don’t try to get me going, just get your rocks off and let me sleep.”

I had been waiting for this moment. It was going to tell me something about why all of my partners lately had been in extreme orgasm mode. If Stefani had an orgasm when I inserted my penis it would mean that it had nothing to do with how long they had been my slaves.

“All right. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Pullease, don’t be so dramatic. Just do it, I’m tired.”

I positioned the head of my cock at her opening and inserted about an inch.

Her back arched. “Oh god. What was that?”

“Just the head of my dick.”

“But you did something. I almost came. What did you do?”

“Nothing more than this.” I pushed in another inch.

“Aahhh! Oh god. Ah. Ah. You did it again. What was it?!”

“Just my cock in your hot slave pussy.” I pushed hard and bottomed out.

“Aaaaaayyyyyyydiosmio. Aaaahhhhh. Oooohhhhh. Mmmmmm. Nnnnnnngggggggghghhhhhhhh­aaaaaaaaaaoooooohhhhh­godddddddd!”

I just pushed harder, keeping myself buried deep as she came dramatically. Her insides were churning, grabbing and pulling my penis in, milking hard to get all the sperm it could. It was heaven. The only problem was that it didn’t last long enough for me to ‘get my rocks off’ as Stefani had phrased it.

I checked her when she stopped moving. She was out cold. I pulled out and walked across the hall to the other bedroom, checking on Kristen. Still out. I walked over to my old bedroom and found Adiva and Chahna both naked, talking and giggling.

“You were expecting me weren’t you?” I smiled.

“Yes Master.” they said, almost simultaneously, and giggled again.

“Whose turn is it?”

“Mine!” said Adiva, raising her hand like a school girl.

“Ok, come on.”

“I will be waiting for you here Master. Just in case you need me.” Said Chahna with a smile like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

“I hope I don’t.” I said.

“I hope you do.” She quipped.

I took Adiva to the living room and bent her over the couch and she arched her back to present her dripping hole to me. She was ready. And so was I.

I plunged in and started pumping with no preamble and she immediately went into convulsions.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy­nnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggghghhhhhhhhh!” she screamed and she was out.

I only got in about six strokes before she slumped down to the floor.

“Damnit!” I was getting tired of this.

“Ok Chahna, you’re getting your wish. I said loud enough for her to hear me.”

I walked into the bedroom and found her lying on her back with her legs spread. “Come on Master. I’ll take care of you.”

I straddled her.

“No matter what happens to me just keep going until you finish.”

My organ was just throbbing with need now. I was already close enough to coming that I didn’t think it would take much.

“That’s my plan.”

I slipped into her and started stroking fast and hard. Her whole body bucked and convulsed. “Ohmag... ohma... Ohm... Oh... Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh­mmmmmmmnnnnnnnn­gggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh­aaaaaa!” She was gone and I was going. Two more strokes and I was emptying the contents of my blue balls into her waiting womb.

Finally! This was getting ridiculous. How many women would I need to have if their orgasms kept getting shorter and more intense?

I laid there for a few minutes recovering my breath and almost fell asleep.

But I eventually rolled over and got out of bed. On my way back to the master bedroom I saw Adiva sprawled on the floor. I figured I’d better get her into a bed, so I picked her up in a fireman’s carry and laid her next to Chahna.

Back in the master bedroom I climbed into bed and pushed Stefani over to make room.

She stirred. “Mmmph. Wha...?”

She opened her eyes and saw me. “Oh. You.”

Then her eyes went wider. “M... Sam! I never felt anything like that before! Where did you learn to do that?”

Did she just almost call me master? I chuckled. “Slaver school. First year prerequisites. ‘How to keep your slaves happy and satisfied.’”

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

“If I’d known being a slave was going to be like that I would have volunteered years ago.” She turned toward me and snuggled against my body.

“Is that a serious statement or are you just trying to emphasize how much you enjoyed sex with me?”

“Both. Somehow slavery doesn’t seem so awful after that. Can we do it again?”

“Sure. I plan to do it every night for the rest of this week at least.”

“No. I mean right now. Can we do it again right now?”

I took my measure and found myself hardening already.

“Ok. Climb aboard the Sam express. Please keep both hands in the car at all times and stow all personal items in the overhead bins. We’re expecting heavy turbulence so buckle your seat belts and hold on to the convenient handle provided between your legs, it’s gonna be a wild ride.”

We both laughed as she straddled me and prepared to lower herself on my already stiff organ.

“Wait a second my six armed goddess.”

She went into a trance.

“Stefani I want your body to feel every feeling that comes naturally from our coupling, but I don’t want you to pass out. You can have little orgasms but nothing large enough to make you lose consciousness until I come. Do you understand these instructions?”

“Yes.”

“Ok wake up now.”

She did.

“You just did it again didn’t you?”

“Well this time I just used your trigger phrase to put you under and give you some instructions.”

“You ordered me to not pass out. You told me to not come until you do. Do you really think you can control my body that way?”

“I don’t know. But we’re going to find out.”

She rose up and lowered herself on my pole. “Oh! Aaah.” A small orgasm. I felt it start then subside.

She started raising and lowering herself.

Gasp! “Mmmm.” Another little orgasm.

This was better. I had hopes that I might actually get to come with her this time.

She continued to ride me and kept having those small aborted orgasms which she couldn’t really get into any kind of rhythm, she would raise and lower herself and have to stop for the convulsions to subside. After about twenty times there were tears rolling down her cheeks and she was reduced to little squeaking noises as each one came and went. She was desperate for the finish line but couldn’t get there until I came. Since I had just come in Chahna I was in good shape. I could last a long time like this so I just sat back and let nature take its course.

After about five minutes she was crying openly and begging me. “Pleeeaaassse Sam. Please finish me. I can’t take it any mooooore.”

I decided to have a little fun with her. “Tell me what you are.”

“I’m... I’m a, oooh!... I’m your slaaaave.”

“And how long will you be my slave?”

“All week!”

“Not good enough.”

“All month!”

“Still not good enough.”

“Ooooohhhh. Ok a whole year!”

“You’ve got to do better than that. You know the right answer.”

“Oooohhhh pleeeaaase. Oh Sam, I can’t stop. I have to come. Pleeeaaase.”

I pushed her off me. When my cock came out of her pussy she whined “Nooooooo.”

“Don’t worry, just repositioning.”

I made her kneel on the edge of the bed with her ass hanging out into space and stood behind her. When I stroked into her she had another aborted orgasm. “Ooooh god. Moooore, moooore.”

“Not until you surrender. Whose slave are you?” I stroked again.

“Ooooohhhhyooouuuurrrrss.”

“Say it then.” I stroked.

“Iiimmmyourslaaaave!”

“Again.” Stroke.

“I’myoooouuuuuurrrrrrsslaaaave!”

“Again.” Stroke.

“Iiiiiimmmmmyooouuuurrrrssllaaaaavvve!”

In between strokes she was just crying her eyes out. Slobbering into the pillow and moaning for me to please finish her.

“How long will you be my slave?” Stroke.

“Foooorrreeevvver!”

“Good girl. Now say it again. How long?” Stroke.

“Fooorrrrreeeeevvvvvverrrr!”

“Good girl. Now just keep saying that and I’ll let you come.”

I started stroking in ernest now and to her credit she did try to keep saying the word ‘forever’ but it came out “Forevr... forrrvvv...frrrvvverr... fforev... forvr...”

I was finally ready and started pumping furiously.

Her words were less and less coherent. “For.... fforrr... frrrr... fffrrrr... ffffffr...”

Now she was having those little orgasms constantly. I could feel the pull of her pussy muscles holding and massaging my raging member.

Then I errupted and the jism flowed. Her little orgasms turned into a grand mal. It was like an iron fist grabbed my cock and held it tight. I recollected seeing two dogs stuck together when I was a kid and wondered if I would ever be able to remove my cock from her pussy, and then I wondered if I would ever want to.

A wail began to well up from her. “aaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeey­eyyyyyyyyggggggggooo­OOOOOODDDDDAAAAAAAHH­HHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNGG­GGGGGGGAaaaaaa............”

That was the most intense thing I had ever experienced! Amazing! I have to program all my slaves like this!

I checked her. She was breathing, she had a pulse. I rolled her to one side of the bed and pulled the covers over her. Then I climbed in on the other side and promptly went to sleep.

The next morning I woke to find Stefani watching me. She was snuggled up to me and had her hand on my chest.

“G’morning.” I stretched like a cat. “Did you sleep well?”

“After that? I’m surprised I woke up an all.”

I chuckled.

She twirled her fingers in my chest hair. There isn’t all that much of it but she seemed to like the feel of it.

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Isn’t it wrong for a man to have slaves?”

“A lot of people would say so. But for me it’s just a reality I have to accept. It’s what I am, what I do. I can’t change that any more than my slaves can change what they are.”

“Is it wrong for a person to want to be a slave?”

“What you want is what you want. Do you want to be a slave Stefani?”

“I was just thinking it might not be so bad. I feel different this morning. Something changed in me last night. Like... Sam I like you a lot. I feel so safe here right now that I just want to stay here like this fo... forever.”

“That’s good Stefani. I want you to feel good about being here and I want you to be happy.”

“Sam?”

“Yeah.”

“Can we do it again?”

“Right now?”

“Please.”

I looked at the clock. Six AM.

“I think we have time for a little fun.”

I rolled into her and rolled her over until I was on top between her legs.

“But this time I want your titties.”

“Take them, they’re all yours.”

I took a breast into my mouth and sucked, then started playing my tongue around the nipple, alternately sucking and pushing against it, then pulling away and lightly licking it.

“Oooh Sam. That’s nice.”

I continued my attention to her tits while positioning my shaft at her moist entrance. I put it in part way and she had one of those mini orgasms that subsided.

“Aahh! Mmmmm.”

I felt her greedy pussy muscles ripple with desire and pleasure and I pushed all the way in.

“Aaayyy! Mmmmm. Oh Sam I can’t believe how that feels. It’s like the fourth of July and New Years Eve and the space shuttle launch and a nuclear explosion all at once.”

“I’m glad you like it chica.” And with that I started slow long strokes that drove her mad with pleasure.

She was gasping and moaning and eventually begging. Then I felt my time was near and started pistoning faster and harder.

She was out of control, out of breath and out of time. She bucked and convulsed and screamed and gasped and then I was emptying my load into her and she just locked up externally, her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and her vagina clamped down with all its might and squeezed and pulsed.

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh­nnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhh­mmmmmaaaaassssss­tttttteeeeerrrrrrr.”

I lay there breathing deeply for a few minutes. Did she just end that last scream with the word ‘master’?

It seemed that positive reinforcement accelerated the adoption of the slave persona. She’d been a slave for less than twenty-four hours and already she was seeing me as her master. Whereas Casey had been percolating for about four days and was still resistant.

They’d both been less than happy with me in the beginning, although Stefani had at least verbally agreed to be my slave.

These thoughts were going through my mind because I was trying to get a feel for just how the enslavement process worked. I felt a need to understand what I was doing.

I got up and went to the kitchen where I found Adiva making breakfast.

“Good morning amira. How are you this morning.”

She sighed. “Wonderful. Thank you for last night Master.”

I poured myself a cup of coffee.

Chahna was showering and Kristen was still asleep.

I wanted to catch Chahna before she left so I stepped into the bathroom.

“Hi sweetheart. How are you feeling this morning?”

“Oh Master, that was fantastic. Thank you. I sleep so well when we do that.”

“My pleasure, believe me. Chahna I wanted to tell you that I expect Casey will come by sometime today or tomorrow. If she does I don’t want anyone to mention the word slave or master ok?”

“Yes Master.”

I went to my office to review the latest data.

At eight fourty five I was disturbed by a loud wail. I jumped up and walked quickly to the living room where I found Stefani crying.

When she saw me she ran over and threw her arms around me. “Oh Sam, I can’t believe it. I overslept. Mr. Bartholomue is going to fire me for sure now.”

Amazing. Now she was coming to me for comfort in a crisis.

“Shhh. Don’t worry. You aren’t going to be fired.”

“You don’t know Mr. Bartholomue, he’s very strict about that and I didn’t even call in to tell them I was going to be late.”

I held her at arm’s length. “Just calm down and by quiet for a minute.”

I opened my cell phone and hit the speed dial for Steve Bartholomue.

“Hi Steve, Sam here... Yeah... Listen, I have Stefani Martinez with me and she’s afraid she’s going to be fired because she didn’t call in and she’s late for work... Yeah right... So could you tell her you’re not going to fire her?... Ok, here she is.”

I handed her my cell phone.

“Hello... Yes... Yes... Ok... Yes sir.... Thank you sir... Goodbye.”

She handed back the cell phone and just stared.

“What did he mean by that?”

“What?”

“He said ‘Do whatever Sam wants, he’s the boss.’ What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m Sam Williams, and I’m the new CEO of Adamson Corp., so I get to decide whether people get fired or not.”

“But... but I thought you were... you said you were just... you’re too young to be the CEO.”

“Yeah but the owner likes me. Don’t you Kristen?”

“No Master, I love you.”

“Meet Kristen MacBeth, the majority owner of Adamson.”

“You... you... she’s your... and now I... I have to sit down.”

She wobbled a little on the way down to the chair and put out her hand to steady herself. Then she just sat there for a moment staring into blank space.

Finally she spoke again. “I just realized something.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t really care if I lose my job any more. As long as I can be with you. Sam, I think I love you. I think I’m going to end up being your slave and I’m actually excited about the idea. Is there something wrong with me?”

I knelt before her and took her hand, kissing it. “No. Your perfect.”

She slid off the chair into my arms. “Oh Master. Thank you.” Gasp! “Did I just call you Master?”

“Yes. And there’s nothing wrong with that either.” I kissed her.

Kristen and Adiva had been watching the entire exchange. “Girls would you like to welcome your newest sister to the family?”

They both went to their knees and hugged Stefani.

“Now, have some breakfast and get ready for work. You may not care if you lose your job but I think you need to keep busy and I need you there to make sure our interests are protected.”

She reached into her pocket. Her cell phone was buzzing.

“It’s Paco again. He’s called a dozen times since last night. He’ll kill us both if he finds out.”

“Don’t worry about Paco. I’ll take care of him. You said he has guns and military stuff.”

“Yes. He showed me some hand grenades.”

“Does he keep them in the house?”

“Yes. They’re under the floor in the kitchen.”

“Has he ever committed a crime with any of these weapons?”

“Well, a few weeks ago he said he killed a black dude in a drive by. I don’t know if it’s true but he seemed pretty proud of himself.”

“Ok. What’s the address of the house?”

She gave it to me.

“Thank you chica. Now get yourself off to work. I swatted her on the ass.”

I called the police department and asked for Jonny Leftwich, the detective I had met the day of the terrorist attack.

After a couple of minutes I heard “Leftwich.”

“Hello detective Leftwich this is Sam Williams. I’m the guy who was attacked by terrorists a couple of weeks ago.”

“Of course Mr. Williams I remember you, you were quite the hero that day.”

“Well everyone seems to think so. I just did what had to be done. Listen, the reason I’m calling is because I’ve got a tip for you. But I’d like to keep my name out of it, is that possible?”

“Sure. If you don’t want your name getting out I won’t tell a soul.”

“Ok. So there’s this gang banger named Paco...” I gave him all the info and he thanked me.

Before Stefani left I gathered all three girls together for a short family meeting. “Listen. Casey will be coming over soon. I don’t know when, it might even be tomorrow. Stefani, you don’t know her, but she’s going to be my slave too. Anyway I don’t want anyone using the words slave or master while she’s here, at least until she accepts her role as my slave on her own. Is that all clear?”

“Yes Master.” They said in unison, and Stefani smiled to hear herself say it.

“Ok. Meeting over. Go about your duties. I’ll be in my office.”