The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When I got back to the hospital I was accosted by a reporter from the local CBS affiliate, a young man by the name of Shamus Rivers. I ask for his card and explained that he would be second in line. When he persisted I told him if he didn’t take no for an answer he wouldn’t even be in line and he backed down.

When I got to ICU I found Kristen where I had left her, by her grandfather’s bed. I gave her a kiss. “Kristen, have you eaten?”

She shook her head. Now that I thought about it, she hadn’t had breakfast either.

“Come with me.” It was a command and was obeyed as such. I led her by the hand down to the cafeteria. On the way I noticed a television set in one of the waiting rooms had the news playing and there was a picture of Adiva.

“Wait here Kristen.”

I stepped into the waiting room to listen to the newscast.

“... surprised the prosecution by pleading Not Guilty. Sources close to the DA had indicated that they expected a Guilty plea. When asked what this meant for the case the Prosecution declined to comment. The judge set a trial date of September 23rd and set bail at fifty thousand dollars.”

The screen changed to a local courtroom expert who explained that since the accused had no family or friends in the country she would likely remain in custody until the trial.

I rejoined Kristen. “Thanks for waiting babe.”

In the cafeteria, after Kristen had eaten a good meal I made a decision.

“Kristen, I need to talk to you.”

“Yes Sam?”

“You know that one of the people who beat you Tuesday was a girl don’t you?”

“Yes.” Disapproval was obvious in her tone.

“You know that she is in jail and she is going to be put on trial?”

“Yes.” Now doubt and concern. She was wondering where this was going.

“Well I think she is innocent. I think she is a victim just like you.”

“But Sam, she hit me! She hurt me!” She was indignant. I didn’t know that Adiva had been directly involved in hurting Kristen and I felt a little angry with her myself. But there were other factors at work and I swallowed my anger.

“She had to Kristen. If she hadn’t the others would have hurt her, and they never would have left her alone with us, which is the only reason we were able to escape. Kristen, trust me on this, I know what I’m doing. Will you back me up?”

“Of course Sam, your my...” she looked around to make sure no one could hear “your my Master. I’ll do anything you ask.”

“Good.” I took out my cell phone and dialed Steve Bartholomue.

“Hello Steve, guess who.”

“Hello Sam, should I brace myself?”

“Yeah, you may want to sit down. I’m sitting here with your acting CEO and we’ve made an important decision.”

“Really? What might that be?” He sounded a little nervous.

“We want you to send someone down to the jail and bail out Adiva Salman.” Kristen showed her surprise but held her tongue.

“Send him here to the hospital first; I want to give him some instructions. I’ll be in ICU. From here he can go bail her out. Then he’s to take her to the Presidential Suite at the Royal Regency.”

“Are you serious Sam? I don’t think that’s such a good idea. And what makes you think she’ll go with him.”

“I know Steve. I expected you to have that reaction. But trust me, I know what I’m doing. And she will go with him.”

“All right Sam. How much is bail set for?”

“Fifty thousand.”

“Ok, I guess we can take if from the CEO’s discretionary fund. By the way, as CEO Kristen has a salary in the mid six figure range, and as in advisor you have a salary of one hundred and twenty-five thousand.”

“Whoa, I hadn’t even thought about that. We’re going to have to sit down soon so you can fill us in on our responsibilities.”

“Agreed. I’m sending one of our junior attorneys to take care of the bail for the girl. His name is Joseph Talamantes.”

“Ok, thanks again Steve.”

“No problem, I just hope you do know what you’re doing.”

While I was waiting for Talamantes to arrive I borrowed a piece of hospital stationary and an envelope from the nursing station and wrote “Go with the man who gave you this note. He will bring you to me.” and signed it “Your Master”. Then I sealed it in the envelope.

Talamantes arrived about thirty minutes after the phone call. I gave him the envelope and told him “After posting her bail, wait for her to be released, give her this and ask her to read it. Give it to her personally, don’t pass it to anyone else to give to her. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. As soon as you have her in the car call me on my cell.” I gave him the number. “Then take her to the Presidential Suite at the Royal Regency. Is that all clear?”

“Yes sir.”

“Excellent. And thank you.”

On the way back to the room Kristen had been in a sullen mood. I knew she wasn’t happy with my decision. When we got back to ICU she had gone straight to her grandfather’s bedside while I waited for Talamantes.

I was going to have to do something about Kristen’s attitude if I expected to have both girls living under the same roof, and the more I thought about it the more likely I thought that possibility.

I went into the room and took her good hand. “Kristen, tell me what you’re feeling, and be honest with me.”

“I... I don’t know why you want to help that woman Sam. She hurt me, she slapped me and called me a whore. They all called me a whore. I hate her.”

“Kristen, do you trust me?”

“Yes Sam, more than you can know.” I thought I knew.

“Then trust me in this. When Talamantes brings her back I want you to go with me.”

“I’ll do whatever you ask me to Master.”

“I know. You’re a good slave Kristen, and I love you.”

I sat with her for a couple of hours and she dozed off while we sat there.

Finally, about four-thirty my phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Joe Talamantes here Mr. Williams. I have the girl in the car and we’re on our way to the hotel.”

“Great! I’ll see you there. On second thought, can you come by the hospital first? Kristen needs a ride.”

“Be there in about ten minutes sir.”

“Good. We’ll be waiting by the front entrance.”

It was almost exactly ten minutes when he pulled up at the hospital entrance in a black Suburban. Adiva was in the back seat wearing her head covering. I put Kristen in the front passenger seat. Before I closed the door I said, “Kristen, Adiva, no talking until we get to the room. Understood?”

Both nodded and lowered their heads.

Talamantes raised his eyebrows and I just shrugged.

“See you at the hotel. I’ve got my bike.”

“Yes sir.”

At the hotel I thanked Talamantes and sent him on his way. Then I escorted the girls up to the suite.

As soon as I closed the door I commanded “On your knees slave.”

They both went down immediately. Heads bowed.

I walked around in front of them. They weren’t quite side by side and I wanted them to be.

I sat down in the big recliner. “Come kneel before me.”

They both seemed to know instinctively what I wanted and moved to kneel before me, side by side, each allowing room for the other, no jostling for a favored position.

“Adiva, remove your head covering. I want to see your face.”

She removed the material and her light brown hair fell around her face like a cascading waterfall.

“Kristen. Who is your master?”

“You are.”

“Who is your owner?”

“You are.”

“Who is your lord?

“You are.”

“Who is your king?”

“You are.”

One well established fact.

“Adiva. Who is your master?”

“You are.”

“Who is your owner?”

“You are.”

“Who is your lord?

“You are.”

“Who is your king?”

“You are.”

“So now we understand each other.”

“Adiva. As your master, owner, lord and king, if anyone does you harm how should I feel?”

She hesitated momentarily. “Angry?”

“Yes. Did you harm Kristen?”

Now tears rolled down her cheeks. “Yes Master.”

“Do you know how I feel about that?”

“Yes... Master... you are... angry... with me.” She barely got it out between the sobs.

“That’s right. I am very angry with you.”

She was shaking now. I saw that Kristen was breathing hard and on the edge of tears herself. Kristen had such great empathy. That’s what I was coming to appreciate about her. She felt others pain and joy, she reveled in their happiness and was miserable with their misery.

“Kristen will decide what your punishment is to be.”

Kristen gasped and put her hand to her mouth. “Whatever she decides I will carry out to the best of my ability, up to and including banishment.”

Adiva fell to her face, prostrate before me. She was bawling, and pleading. “No!... Please!.... Please no!... Don’t send me away Master!.... Beat me!... Kill me!... Don’t make me leave you!”

“Enough.” She couldn’t stop crying but she stopped pleading.

Kristen was crying now too, no longer able to hold back the tears. “It’s your decision Kristen. What should I do to her?”

Her mouth opened but there was no sound.

“But before you make your decision I think we should hear her story. Adiva, I haven’t banished you yet. Calm down, and tell us why you were with those men.”

She pushed herself upright and in a very quiet voice recounted her tale.

“I was at the university. This was my final year. I was going to get my degree.”

“One day, late April, I was walking back to the dorm. A van pulled alongside. Just an ordinary white van. As I walked past two men jumped out, they put a bag over my head and threw me into the van.”

“As the van began to move they put a gag into my mouth and tied my hands. They tied my feet separately to something inside the van, spread apart.”

“I felt the cold metal of a knife against my skin as they cut my jeans from my body. They said my clothing offended Allah.”

“Then they took turns violating me. More than one time each before I fainted. All the while telling me that I was a traitor to Islam. That I had betrayed my family or that my family were traitors.”

“When I woke up it was dark and I thought it was a bad dream. But my hands were still tied. They had put me in a closet. There was a blanket on the floor and nothing more.”

“I lived in that closet for months. I slept there and I ate there. They only let me out to use the bathroom and to use me for sex.”

Kristen had both hands over her mouth and tears running down her cheeks. She was staring at Adiva while she spoke.

“Every day, all day they told me that I must fight on the side of righteousness, that we must soon strike a great blow against the Great Satan. They said they knew who my father was, and if I did not help them my whole family would be killed.”

“They showed me weapons and made me handle them, made me learn to use them, always without ammunition of course. They showed me how to make a bomb, and how to wire a detonator.”

“They beat me every day for the first few weeks. I don’t know how I survived. And even after that they beat me any time I hesitated to follow orders or agree with their beliefs.”

“Finally they had converted me. I would do anything they asked. I would not question them.”

“Then a message arrived. It said they were to follow the instructions in the letter with the location of their next target. But they had not received a letter. They tried to blame me and beat me severely. I had a miscarriage because of that beating. I didn’t even know I was pregnant.”

She shook her head as if making an effort to not dwell on that thought, then continued. “They risked a direct communication with their superior and learned that the letter had been sent to the wrong address.”

“Then they rented the moving van and drove it to a farm, where they loaded it with chemical fertilizer.”

“They gave me a knife and told me I may have to use it soon. I hated them and wished I could kill them all, but I could not. I remained in submission. But I wanted to strike out at someone. I was so angry. That is why I hit... my sister slave. I am so sorry for that, I cannot tell you how terrible I feel inside that I stuck one of your slaves Master.”

Kristen couldn’t hold back any longer and threw her arms around Adiva. They held each other for a few minutes, crying into each other’s hair and telling each other how sorry they were.

Finally Adiva was able to continue her story.

“And then you came. And I struck you too. I deserve to die for that.”

“But something happened!” now she brightened. “Suddenly, I knew you were my Master. All things became clear in my mind. I could understand what they had done to me, I could see it clearly as if a light had been turned on in the darkness of my thoughts. And I was cured of their manipulations. I don’t know how you did it but I will thank you and happily serve you for the rest of my life... if you will let me,” she turned to Kristen “… if my sister will forgive me.”

Again Kristen threw her arms around Adiva and burst into a new flood of tears. It seemed she had an endless supply.

“Oh, I do, I do forgive you Adiva. I didn’t know! I’m so sorry I was angry with you sister.” And they held each other for a while crying tears of joy.

Now I won’t say that I was unmoved by this display of sisterly love because that would be a lie. But I will say that it worked out just as I had expected and I was pretty pleased with myself.

“So Kristen, have you decided on Adiva’s punishment?”

They both resumed the front facing kneeling position and Kristen, wiping her eyes to clear away the tears, nodded.

“Then what is your decision?”

She cleared her throat and said “I sentence her to slavery. She has to serve you for the rest of her life.”

I didn’t know what Kristen was going to say, and I was a little surprised, because this was the perfect decision. It was punishment (only because in the minds of almost everyone slavery is a bad thing) and it was a reward, it was exactly what Adiva would have wanted.

“So be it.” I said with finality. “Adiva, welcome to our family.”

I stood and opened my arms. First Adiva and then Kristen embraced me and we had a group hug that lasted several minutes.

Adiva was still crying and clinging to me and muttering thank yous under her breath when I broke it up.

There was something else I had been thinking about.

“Do either of you have a drivers license?”

Both nodded.

Adiva said “I had one, but they took everything away from me. I don’t know what happened to my things.”

I nodded. “Kristen, are you able to drive with that cast on your left arm?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Good. You two stay here and get to know each other. There is a grocery store around the corner, I’m going to get some food for us. We have a refrigerator and a small kitchen, and we’ll be here all weekend, so let’s stock up.”

On my way to the store I called Steve Bartholomue.

“Hello Steve.”

“Hi Sam. I told you we were going to get to know each other. I’m going to pencil in a little time for you every day in my calendar.”

“Sorry.”

“I told you, don’t apologize, that’s my job. Now, what can I do for you?”

“Well, I was thinking that it would be good for Kristen to have a car available instead of having to call you every time she needs a ride.”

“Good idea. But can she drive with her injury?”

“I think so, as long as it’s an automatic and not too cramped. I was thinking of a four-door sedan like a Camry or a Fusion.”

“Ok. I’ll make arrangements. By the way, how’s it going with the other girl.”

“Oh great. We’ve come to an understanding. She’s going to be staying with Kristen and I.”

“And Kristen’s ok with that?”

“Yeah, she’s totally on board. She just needed to hear Adiva’s story.”

“So what is her story?”

I told him what I could of what had happened to her since April.

“Wow, that’s quite a tale! If it’s true I can see why you want to help her.”

“Yeah. I need to figure out a way to have her found Not Guilty.”

“You know, I’m thinking we can use her story to get the charges dropped.”

“Really? How’s that work?”

“Well, both the DA and the Prosecutor have political aspirations. They are very attuned to public opinion. If you do a media blitz, get her story out there in the news, get it talked about, get as much publicity as possible... If we can turn her into the courageous victim who turned the tables on her captors in the public’s mind, they might be more inclined to drop the charges. But we’d have to do it fast, get it out there as quickly and extensively as possible, because when the judge gets wind of it he’ll issue a gag order.”

“Do you really think that’ll work?”

“No guarantees Sam. It depends on how strong their case is. And there is always the possibility that they’ll know what we’re up to and dig in for a long entrenched battle. But I don’t think it can hurt her case whether it succeeds or not. I’ll talk it over with some of my attorney friends and find out if they agree.”

“When would we have to start?”

“Not we Sam. It would be best if you were not involved. I think just the girl and her lawyer. It’s Friday afternoon now and the weekend is not the best time to do it, so Monday. We can use the weekend to get our ducks in a row and hit it hard and heavy Monday morning. I wonder if the national morning shows would be interested?”

“Ok. Can I leave that in your capable hands?”

“I guess I didn’t have any important plans for the weekend. I don’t know how I let you talk me in to these things. By the way, you asked me about getting her a better attorney. I found out you can’t do much better than Tom Blake. So my advice is keep him. We’ll have to pay him. And let’s add one more lawyer to the case. My friends say that Avery Gonzalez is the best in town.”

“Whatever you think Steve. I want her to have the best chance to go free.”

“All right, I’ll talk to both of them and start making plans for Monday.”

“Thanks again Steve, I really appreciate this.”

“No problem Sam, I’m actually enjoying this. It’s been a long while since I had a good challenge.”

“Great. Talk to you later.”

I closed the phone and stepped into the grocery store to do my shopping.

I made it back to the room loaded down with groceries.

I banged on the door with my head and shouted “Kristen it’s me, can you open the door?”

In a moment the door swung open and Kristen took one of the bags.

“Thanks babe. My arms were getting tired. I don’t know how much longer I could have held them up.”

“You should have got plastic bags, they have handles.”

“You are so right. I just don’t like the idea of adding more plastic garbage to our polluted planet. But this time I should have.”

I put my bag on the table, turned to look at Kristen and nearly fell over with surprise.

All the times I had seen Adiva she had been wearing either a loose fitting dress or a jail uniform, so I had no idea what I expected her figure to be like. But I certainly did not expect what I saw now.

Adiva had put on Kristen’s blue mini dress. This was the only other outfit I had brought for Kristen from the apartment besides what she was wearing now.

Now that dress looked good on Kristen. It fit her perfectly and from the first time I saw her in it I thought it was hot. But Adiva made it blaze like a blast furnace.

She was an inch or two taller than Kristen, so the hem of the dress seemed a lot higher. She was wider in the hips and had larger breasts, so it looked like she had to have been poured into the dress like molten metal into a perfect mold.

To top it off, or rather to bottom it out, she had those blue high heel shoes on.

“Adiva! You’re a goddess in that dress! You’re perfect. My god, I had no idea you were so beautiful. What’s the arabic word for princess?”

“Amira.”

“Then you are my amira.” I said.

“Thank you Master. You are too kind to you humble servant.”

“No, no. Don’t lower your head. Just look at me, and let me look at you. Kristen you’ve created a masterpiece. But tomorrow we have to go shopping.”

“Why?” Kristen exclaimed.

“We have to get another dress just like this one, but one that matches my amira’s eyes. That way you can wear this one and Adiva can wear hers when we all go out together.”

They both beamed. “And matching shoes!” Kristen chirped and hugged Adiva. “I told you he would like it.”

Adiva smiled. “Thank you sister.”

“Oh Master, it’s so wonderful. I never had a sister before. Will we be getting any more?”

Now, it always amazed me how easily Kristen and then Adiva had adapted to the idea of being slaves. But when she asked about making more people into slaves, in the same way that a child would ask for a new puppy, it really made an impression on me. I made a mental note to return to the question of the morality of what I had done to them later when I could give it the time it deserved.

For now I just cleared my throat and said “Yes. One more.”

They both squealed like little girls and hugged each other.

“Don’t ask me any more about it. It will be a few weeks yet.”

Kristen was clearly bursting to ask more, but she obeyed. Adiva was more accepting of my command and more serious about her obedience.

“Ok. Let’s get these groceries put away and get dinner ready.”

I started to take things out of the bags but Adiva said “Please Master. It is not fitting for you to do this. Allow your slaves to serve you.”

It made sense. I shrugged and sat down on the sofa to watch the end of a Dodgers game.

After dinner, which was delicious, we all sat on the sofa watching Wheel of Fortune. Kristen on my left so her cast could be on the outside and Adiva on the right.

Kristen snuggled in close but Adiva was a little more tentative until I pulled her to me. After a few minutes she relaxed and leaned into me.

Kristen started it. After a little while she slipped her hand down my pants. I already had a hard-on and I wasn’t trying to hide it. She wrapped her hand around my member and squeezed. I let out a little moan.

She unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down, exposing the bulge in my briefs, which she squeezed again. I shouldn’t have to explain how good it felt.

There was some kind of silent exchange between the two of them and Kristen said. “Master, do you have a preference? Which slave should serve you tonight?”

I glanced at Adiva. She had her head bowed, but she was looking at my cock. It was clear to me that the two of them had been discussing this and if I didn’t have a preference they probably did.

“I have no preference.”

“Sister, I had him this morning. Would you like to serve him tonight.”

Adiva kept her head bowed but nodded slightly and let out a very quiet “Yes.”

“Ok. Master, is it ok if I go visit my grandfather?”

“Of course Kristen. And if there’s any change in his condition you call me right away.”

“I will.” She got up to leave.

“Wait a sec.” I pulled out my phone and dialed Steve.

“Hi Steve. How are we doing on that car?”

“It’s in the hotel parking lot. It’s a new gold Camry. Ask for the keys at the desk.”

“Great. Thanks.”

“Kristen, you have a new car. Let’s all go down and look at it. Then,” I looked at Adiva “we can come back up here and take care of our business.”

We all went down to the lobby and went up to the front desk to ask for the keys. Heads turned to look at the two beauties clinging to my arms. Adiva drew special attention with that blue dress.

“Some keys were dropped off here for me.”

“The man behind the counter said “Yes Mr. Williams, here they are.” as he handed them to me.

“Do you happen to know where it’s parked?”

“Carlos does. Carlos! Show Mr. Williams to his car.”

“Right this way sir.” We followed Carlos out to the parking lot.

We all sat in the car and explored the interior. It was a nice car. Kristen loved it. And she was able to drive it, even with her arm in a cast.

She left for the hospital and Adiva and I went back up to the room.

Back in the Presidential Suite I walked Adiva over to the bed and sat down beside her. I had noticed that even before we went down with Kristen to look at the car, she was tense.

“Adiva, tell me how you are feeling right now. Search your feelings and tell me the truth.”

“I feel nervous, a little frightened, and sad.”

“Why do you feel sad when you have the opportunity to serve me?”

“I am not worthy of you. My body has been sullied, ruined by those men.”

“But are you mine, in your heart and in your mind?”

“Oh yes Master. My soul is yours, I am your faithful servant, I... I love you so much it is an ache inside me.”

“Then stop worrying about what happened to your body in the past, it doesn’t matter to me. All that matters to me is that you love me.”

She nodded and smiled nervously.

“Now, why do you feel frightened?”

“I am afraid of how I will react with you. I do not know if I can be a good lover. When those men took me I just laid there. I hated it, it hurt. I do not know if I can fulfill your needs Master.”

“I see. Well there is one way to find out. Stand before me.”

She stood up and faced me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I reached out and pulled her closer, right up snug against me and hugged her with my head between her breasts.

“Remember, I am your Master. I care about you as a person Adiva. That fact changes everything.”

I reached behind her and pulled the dresses’ zipper down. It’s not often that a man gets to remove the same dress from two different women, but I really liked removing this particular dress from this particular woman.

I pulled the shoulder straps down her arms and revealed her tits. They were full and firm with brown areolas and pea sized nipples.

The dress came down further to reveal a flat stomach and then a beautiful pussy with the same light brown hair that was on her head.

The dress fell to the floor.

I pushed her back a bit, knelt and removed the high heels.

“You are beautiful Adiva. You cannot fail to please me, I am already pleased. See?” With that I quickly stripped revealing my raging hard-on.

Her eyes widened and there was the briefest nod, but I could tell she was still nervous.

I sat in front of her as before and pulled her to me. The bed was tall so my face was right at tit level. I licked one tit then the other. I heard a little gasp as I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked. I continued to ply her nipple with my tongue and she moaned and pushed her breast against my mouth.

“Oh... Master. No one... has done this to me... before. Ah! No one... has made me... feel this way.”

I switched mammaries and continued my ministrations. All the while I was running my hands all along her body. She was getting hot just from my attention to her tits. Then I slipped my finger into her opening and caressed her clit.

She had a little mini orgasm. “Oh!” And she started moving in time with my finger.

Now she was really getting into it. I glanced up at her face, she had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip.

I pulled my mouth and finger away and she protested. “No... more...”

“Patience my love.”

I laid her on the bed and positioned myself between her legs. Returning my mouth to its rightful place on her breasts she moaned “Yeesss!”

I placed the tip of my cock on her clitoris and began with slow short strokes just on her clit.

After a minute or so of this there were no more words, just “Ah, ah, ah. ah.” over and over.

Her hips started moving in time with my strokes and I started inching deeper with every stroke. Little by little, deeper and deeper, just a fraction deeper with each slow stroke, until I hit bottom. Then I stopped.

She clasped me to her, trying to move her hips to continue the pleasure, but my weight was enough to keep her immobile.

I kissed her neck and ears and she moaned “Habib, habib” and tried harder to grind into me. She was frantic for more.

I kissed her mouth, my tongue went deep and she responded passionately. As we frenched I began to stroke again, slowly, all the way in, all the way out, keeping preasure always on her clit.

After just a little bit of this she started to thrust up to meet me more insistently and moan into my mouth. This was my cue and I was more than ready. I picked up my pace, faster, faster, deeper, harder.

Suddenly she screamed and I felt her vagina convulsing insider her. It was clamping down on my swollen member, pulling it in, milking it hard.

Then I came, and came, and came. And it was over.

We lie there gasping in each other’s arms for a long time.

After a while I looked over and saw that she had tears in her eyes. I leaned over and kissed them away. “Tell me. What are you feeling now.”

“Love. I never knew what love was. I never knew it could be like that. I am so happy.”

“Not frightened anymore?”

“No.”

“Not sad?”

“No”

“Good. Who is Habib?”

“It means ‘my love’. I love you Master.”

“I love you too Adiva.” And I realized that I meant it. I had had several girlfriends over the years, and with some I had enjoyed a good relationship for a while. But nothing like what I felt now with these two girls. I loved them both. I loved them equally, but differently. Like the difference in the flavor of cherries and strawberries, both are delicious, but they’re different.

And I realized something else. I couldn’t help it. I would never stop loving them. I was enslaved by this relationship just as much as they were. We had become bound up, tied together by invisible cords. Whatever happened in the future, I knew we would all face it together, no doubts, no buts, no ifs.

It was a sobering and scary idea. I was married, for all intents and purposes, to these two beautiful women. No not quite, because a marriage could be dissolved, this was permanent in a way that marriage could never hope to be.

The very idea made me hard again.

I rolled toward Adiva and pulled her to face me. I inserted my stiffening dick into her moist folds and we laid there facing each other for a moment, searching each other’s face, peering into eyes, memorizing contours and lines.

I rolled to my back without separating from her, pulling her on top of me, and we stayed like that for a few minutes. I was enjoying her weight on me.

Finally I said “Sit up Adiva.” She was unsure but she did what I said. Apparently she had never done it like this before.

Gravity pushed her organs down onto my cock and I felt her uterus push open and let me in.

“Mmmmm.” she moaned. “I feel you.”

She rocked a couple of times experimentally. “This is nice. Are you going to put your baby in me now Master?”

I almost said ‘No’ out of reflex, but then I thought about it. I never wanted kids before, never could see myself as a father. But somehow, right now, with this woman, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

“Yes. I am.” I finally answered. And that seemed to set her off.

She rose up on my shaft and sank back down. She continued this slow torture for a while as I reached up and cupped and fondled her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Her movements came faster and faster as her up and down strokes changed to a rocking motion. I moved one of my hands down to her sweet spot and tweaked her clit.

“Ah!... Yes!... Please... do that.”

I used my thumb to service her clit more diligently and she became more vocal. Switching back and forth between English and Arabic. Then she became completely inarticulate as she neared orgasm. “Ah!...Ah!...Ah!...Ah!...Aaaaaannnnnnnnggggggggghhhhh!” She was finished. But I wasn’t.

I rolled her off of me and stood beside the bed. She was still panting and wobbly but I got her positioned so that she was on her knees with her ass hanging over the edge of the bed. I stepped up behind her and guided myself into her hot pussy.

When she felt me enter her she tensed momentarily, but after a few strokes she got into it and started moving to meet me with each stroke. I pounded her for what seemed like ten minutes (probably not that long, but it seemed that way). She was having little orgasms, one after another and blubbering into the pillow. Finally I knew my time was near so I picked up the pace. Faster, harder, stronger, deeper, NOW!

I exploded into her. I held her tightly to me as I spewed all over her insides. My knees buckled but I held on ‘til I was completely spent.

Then I released her and she toppled over to the left as I collapsed to her right.

When I looked at her she was completely passed out. It took me a while to recover enough to get up and rinse in the shower. When I came out she was still asleep.

I caressed her face and she woke with a gasp and wide eyes. “You are amazing Master! It was wonderful! When can we do it again?”

I laughed. “You’ll have to let me recover for a while before I can do that again. And I have Kristen to think of, you don’t want to be selfish do you?”

She became concerned. “Oh, of course not. I would never come between you and Kristen Master. She is my sister, my friend and my mistress.”

Interesting. This was the first time I’d heard her refer to Kristen, who was a few years her junior, as her mistress.

“Just kidding amira, I know you wouldn’t.” I kissed her cheek.

“But speaking of Kristen, I need to get down to the hospital and check on her. Will you be ok here until I get back?”

“Yes Master. May I use the bath?”

“Of course. It has a jacuzzi so crank up the hot water, turn on the jets and relax. You’ve been through a lot Adiva, and the next few days are going to be hectic, so I want you to rest well tonight. Ok?”

“Yes Master.”

“One thing Adiva. Do you know what my name is?”

“Yes, Sam.”

“Good. You’re going to have to use it when we are together in public.”

“Yes Master, I will.”

“Ok. I’ll see you when I get back with Kristen.”

There was no change in Jim’s condition. Kristen and I stayed as long as they would let us. Then we went home and slept.

The next morning I awoke to the warm, moist sensation of a woman’s mouth on my cock.

I looked down and saw Kristen’s blond hair covering my crotch. She was leaning over me from the right side and Adiva was watching from the left.

Kristen bobbed her head a few times and licked my length while she cupped my balls. Then I was back in her mouth and she was up and down a few more times. I groaned.

She pulled off with a pop and looked at Adiva. “See, I told you he likes it.”

Adiva nodded.

“Now you try.”

Kristen moved away and Adiva moved over me.

“Be careful,” she instructed “no teeth, use your lips, yeah, just like that. Now take him in as far as you can. That’s it. Use your tongue too. Good. In and out now. Excellent. Now let me show you something else.”

Adiva detached herself and Kristen re-attached. She put her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock, making sure Adiva was seeing what she did. Then she squeezed and moved that finger ring up and down with her mouth. Then she proceeded to deep throat me several times. I groaned louder.

She pulled away again. “Now you try it. But be ready, he’ll be coming soon and you’ll get all that delicious cum in your mouth. Make sure you swallow it all.”

Before Adiva could put me in her mouth I said “My six armed goddess.” and both girls went into that trancelike state. I knew Adiva was going to have trouble, Kristen had shown her how to deep throat, but Adiva’s gag reflex was still intact.

“Adiva, when you are giving me oral sex your gag reflex will be suspended. When my penis enters the back of your throat you will not gag. Also, when I have an orgasm you will have an orgasm too. Do you understand.”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Adiva and Kristen, I am going to count down from three to zero. When I reach zero you will both wake up and be your normal selves except that you will always obey my commands and suggestions. You will not remember being in this trance state. Three, two, one, zero.

Adiva now swallowed my cock and started imitating what Kristen had done, taking me all the way into her throat.

I was getting close. “Faster.” I groaned, and she did it faster.

Suddenly I was there and I shot my load into her waiting mouth. Her eyes widened and she bucked when her own orgasm hit her, but she was able to catch and swallow the entire load.

Kristen was smiling like a proud parent who had just seen her baby walk for the first time. “That was perfect sister. Now continue to suckle him gently until he gets soft.”

After a few minutes she pulled off and hugged Kristen.

“You were right, I didn’t think it was possible, in fact I still don’t think any other man could make me feel that. Our master is special Kristen.”

“I know, we have the best master in the world!”

I finally spoke up. “Hey you two, could you not talk about me like I’m not here. Come here so I can thank you with a kiss.”

First Kristen, then Adiva (this seemed to be the established pecking order) gave me a big french kiss.