The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 3 — Sandy

Sandy’s place was a high rise condo downtown. In fact her home consisted of the entire seventeenth and eighteenth floors. When I exited the elevator I was confronted by a couple of big bruisers with obvious iron under their expensive suit coats.

“Name?” One asked.

“Sam.” I responded.

They glanced at each other as if my name meant something to them. “Please come in, Ms. Morton is expecting you.”

I was escorted into a large hall where several of the same people I had seen at Albert’s place were showing off their new belongings.

I was taken across the room to where Sandy was holding court. There were a dozen beautiful young women and a couple of young men gathered around her, fawning over her every move. Or were they watching fearfully for her next command? I could tell they weren’t guests; these must be what Sandy referred to as her ‘stable’.

“Oh Sam!” she said when she saw me. “Please come sit beside me dear.” I listened for her thoughts. Let them all see me with the hottest man in the room. And he is, so very hot! She was putting on a show for others in the room and I was her prize game piece, but what she didn’t know was that I was holding a pat hand.

I decided to play along and took a seat beside her.

“Nice place Sandy. You sure have a lot of groupies, how many of these are actually sl... err, under control.”

“They’re all under control Sam. A powerful woman must always be in control, there is no alternative. But if you’re asking how many I got from Albert, three. The red head, Suzie,” she pointed out a stunning girl dressed in a mint green slip dress and decorated with what looked like emeralds. " and the two I got tonight.” Those two were sitting nearby, Teresa and a thin blond named Sara.

“Why do you pay so much for them if you have all of these?”

“Oh, they are so much more controllable Sam. They don’t ever argue and they’re willing to do anything I ask. I never have to worry that they are going to talk out of school so to speak, and they are completely devoted to me, something I can never be sure of in the others. These others obey like robots, mechanically, because it has been conditioned into them, but their heart is not in it. You see, they pretend to love me but they don’t really.”

She put her hand on my thigh, took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

“Yes, love is very important, I can understand that.” Sandy, your arousal grows with each moment I am by your side.

She motioned with a sweep of her arm to include the entire group. “All of you run along and make sure my guests are happy. See to their every need. Teresa and Sara you stay here.”

The rest all got up and scattered among the guests, inquiring about their needs and seeing that they were fulfilled.

“This is your chance to talk to your old friend Sam. I need to see to some details.”

She got up and left the room for a while.

I turned to Teresa. “So Treese, how did you get yourself into this mess?”

“Do I know you?”

“Sixth grade? Sam Williams? I had a crush on you.”

“Oh, yes. I remember you now. You’ve grown up.”

“It happens. Now, how did you end up as Albert’s slave?”

“Well in high school I was very popular, I was even homecoming queen. Senior year some of the popular kids started taking meth. I got hooked and the only way I could get the stuff was to trade for sex.

“After high school my supplier got arrested and I became desperate for my next fix. I started selling myself so I could get money to buy the drugs. And the rest is history.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had such a hard time. I wish there was something I could do to help you but unfortunately there isn’t.”

“Thank you Sam, but I have my Mistress now and I’m happy. And I’m finally clean of the drugs too.”

Just then Sandy came back and took her seat.

“Mother!” The wail came from upstairs.

Sandi sighed, not a sigh of lust but of exasperation.

A tall blond teenager came marching down the central staircase pulling a short redhead behind her. She had one of those riding crops in her right hand. As she approached Sandi she slung the redhead to the floor.

“Maggie is being impossible! I asked her to fetch my new pink pumps and she took forever!”

The redhead kept her head bowed. Her bare back had red welts and I realized she had been beaten by the youth.

Sandi sighed again. “Maggie, look at me.” The redhead raised her head and I could see she already had a black eye.

“Cindy! How many times have I told you not to abuse your toys? If you cannot care for the things I give you how can you expect me to give you more?”

“But mother, she was disobeying me.”

“Was she? Or are you just expecting too much from her. At any rate there is no excuse for the marks you have put on her. It will take days for her to heal, days that she will not be suitable to serve me. Now go to your room and stay there. You are grounded for the night.”

“But mother, I was going to go out with the other cheerleaders! That’s so unfair! It was her fault!” She struck the redhead across the shoulder with the crop.

“That is quite enough young lady!” Sandi raised her voice. “Tim. Escort my daughter to her room and see that she stays there.”

The big security guard and one other approached the youth and motioned for her to precede them up the staircase.

She stamped her foot and screamed “I hate you!” at Sandi. Then she turned and stormed up the stairs followed by the guards.

“Children can be so difficult Sam. I wish I could control her as easily as I control these.”

“Is the redhead another of Albert’s girls?”

“No, she’s one I have been working on. I wish I knew how Albert did it, his girls are so well behaved.”

“Maggie, go see Elizabeth and get those wounds treated. I don’t want to see you again until they’re healed.”

“Yes Mistress.” The redhead got up and left the room.

This was curious. “So where did you get her?”

“Oh I have people who tell me if they find a good candidate for my slave making process. Usually people who won’t be missed. We bring them here, clean them up and train them. It’s a long process but we’ve had some good results.

“Now Sam, why don’t we get to know one another better?” She let her index finger trace a line up my thigh until it reached my crotch.

“Sure, what do you want to know?”

“No silly boy, I meant we should get to know each other in the biblical sense. Let’s go up to my room.”

“What about your guests?”

“That’s what servants are for dear. I want you Sam, I want you now.”

I shrugged. “Ok. Lead the way.”

We walked up the staircase, took a right and then a left to the master bedroom. It was very luxurious. A king sized bed covered with satin and silk. There was a hot tub in one corner and a wet bar nearby.

She closed the door and threw herself into my arms, kissing me hard.

“God Sam! I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I haven’t felt this turned on in years!”

I knew what had gotten into her. Me. And more of me was going to get into her very soon.

I returned her kiss and started unbuttoning the back of her evening gown. She moaned into my mouth and held me tight.

I slipped the straps of her gown off her shoulders to reveal still firm breasts. They were D-cup or a little larger and did not sag at all. I had the distinct impression they had been enhanced. I didn’t care, they were magnificent.

Sandy, your breasts are extremely sensitive to my touch. When I touch them your arousal will double.

I lifted a breast in each hand and ran my thumb lightly across her nipples.

“Oh god Sam! Oh god! No one... Oh that’s so good!”

I led her to the bed and while I started unbuttoning my shirt she unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down to my ankles, then crawled up onto the bed. “Hurry Sam.” she panted.

I sat down on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes and her hand snaked around my waist, into my underwear and stroked my rod with a sigh.

As soon as I had the shoes, socks and pants off I stood and stripped off the undies.

She moaned at the sight of my erect cock. She was breathing deeply.

I climbed into the bed and locked my mouth onto her left breast.

“Ooohh my... Oh yes. Ah Sam. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Oooh. I need you in me. Now!”

“What if I refuse? What if I say no?” I said switching to the other tit.

“You wouldn’t!” she exclaimed. “You can’t. I won’t allow it. Mmmmm.”

“But what if I did? What would you do to keep me here?”

“Don’t... joke. I’ll call Tim... and have you held down... until I finish with you.”

“You would really force me against my will?”

“God damn it, stop talking and start screwing me or I’ll call him anyway!”

“Ok, you asked for it.” Sandy. You will not lose consciousness until I come.

I slammed my cock into her and she stiffened. “Aaaahh! Oh my god. How...?”

I stroked again. “Mmmmaaaahhh!” she gasped. “Wait... wait... what are you doing to...”

I stroked again. “Meeeeeeeee? Uunnggg! Oh. Oh god Sam. What are you...?”

Again. “Pleeeeeassse! Oh my god!”

I started to stroke more methodically now. Sandy just shook and moaned and cried while I worked. Finally I was ready and picked up the pace. She was unable to form words at this point, reduced to her most animal needs.

When I came she screamed. “Aaaaaannnnggghhhhh!” Her eyes rolled back in her head and she was gone.

I collapsed on top of her. I couldn’t help but chuckle a little; she hadn’t known what she was getting into. I laid there next to her for a while catching my breath and letting my mind wander. She was definitely a queen bitch. I had no illusions. Sandy didn’t care for anyone but herself. I didn’t think she even cared about her own daughter, not in any genuine way.

After a bit I got up and turned on the jets in the hot tub. The hot tub was heart shaped. If you imagine the heart as a woman’s breasts, the part where the cleavage would be extended into the tub about two feet and then stepped down to a small single seat. I could think of only one use for that seat and wondered if I would get a chance to use it. The hot water felt great, relaxing muscles and relieving tension. I soaked for about twenty minutes then Sandy began to stir. I got out of the hot tub and started to dry myself.

“Mmmmm.” came from the bed. “Wha...” She sat bolt upright. “Sam!” Her eyes went to the empty spot in the bed where she expected to find me.

“Right here Sandy.” I said as I started to put on my clothes.

“Thank god you’re still here. Sam that was incredible. I want to do it again.”

“Thanks Sandy, I appreciate the compliment. But I really need to be getting home.” I said, getting out of the tub and grabbing a towel.

“You can’t. I won’t let you. You have to stay here.”

“Sorry, but I have a home to go to and people waiting for me.”

She leaned over and touched something on the table beside the bed. After a few seconds Tim came in followed by another big guard.

“You are not leaving Sam. Tim, take Sam to the processing room.”

“Are you really going to hold me here against my will?”

“Don’t worry Sam; you’ll be willing enough in a few days.”

Tim pinned my arms behind my back and marched me down the hallway in all my naked glory to a room with no furniture except one strange looking chair, some computers and what looked like a lab table with Petri dishes and Bunsen burners and a lot of containers with different colored liquids and pills.

He sat me down in the chair and held my arms down while the other guard strapped me down.

I should have enslaved the bitch when I had the chance. I thought. Now I was in serious trouble.

Tim and the other guard left and a man in a lab coat came in. He checked me over, forcing my eyelids open to look at my eyes, taking my pulse and my temperature, listening to my heart beat with a stethoscope. Then he went to the computer and tapped on the keyboard for a couple of minutes.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.

“Hmmm? Oh were just going to make you a little more reasonable.” he chuckled. Then he unwrapped a new syringe and picked up a bottle. After shaking the bottle he plunged the syringe into it and it started to fill with a yellowish liquid.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Just something to make you feel better.”

I started to panic a little then. If that was a drug that would cause me to lose consciousness even partially I would really be helpless. If I could at least keep my senses I might still be able to enslave Sandy, but not if I couldn’t think straight.

He came over to me with the syringe held high, a few drops dribbling from the needle.

“Listen. You can’t do this to me. This is wrong!”

“It will all be over soon.” He replied as if calming a small child who was getting a vaccine.

He pushed the needle into my arm and put his thumb on the plunger.

NO! I thought furiously. YOU WILL NOT INJECT ME WITH THAT STUFF! I pushed so furiously my head exploded with that same pain that you get with a migraine, but it dissipated quickly.

He hesitated. My thought seemed to have an effect on him. It must be the intensity! I thought. I had been very angry when I thought I had affected Larry and Steve. Maybe that was the key, I needed to push hard to affect a man. Anger, fear, need, strong emotions, these may be what it takes to reach a man with my thoughts. I tried some more, putting everything I had into the command.

PULL THE NEEDLE OUT! Pain.

He shook his head and pulled the needle out of my arm.

Good. NOW EMPTY IT INTO THE SINK! Ouch.

He walked over to the sink and stood there for a second, shook his head and looked over at me.

EMPTY THE SYRINGE NOW! ouch!

He pushed the plunger down and the yellow liquid went down the drain.

YOU WILL REMEMBER INJECTING ME! NOW TELL ME HOW THAT INJECTION WOULD HAVE AFFECTED ME! Excruciating. I was panting from the pain.

He laid the syringe down on the table and returned to my side. “In a few minutes you will begin to lose control of your motor functions. It will be difficult for you to hold your head up or to formulate complete sentences. You may also feel some numbness in your extremities. But the main effect of the drug is to make your mind pliable. Miss Morton will then begin your training.”

“What kind of training?”

“Why, to make you a loyal slave like the rest of us.”

Just then the door opened and Sandy came in. “Well professor, is he ready?”

“Yes Mistress.” He bowed his head and left the room.

“Sssandy. You havvve to let me go.” I let my words slur a little so she would think the drug was working on me.

“What you don’t seem to understand Sam is that I don’t have to do anything. I do what I want, and right now I want you to stay with me and repeat tonight’s performance anytime I wish it, which will be often.”

I listened to her thoughts. ... just wish I knew how Albert did it. I’d rather have Sam as an adoring slave instead of the mechanical obedience I get from this process. But I’ll just have to make due. Now where are those chain mail gloves.

Ok, I thought time to do something. I had an idea. It would be risky but I wanted to give it a try. I could always fall back to just enslaving Sandy, and I probably would in the end anyway. But I could do that at any time now that I knew that she would be conducting my training personally and that I could avoid getting drugged.

“Sandy, if you let me go I’ll show you how Albert makes his slaves.”

She froze and turned her head in my direction. “You know?!”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I will. But I have two conditions.”

“What?”

“First, you will release me immediately. Second, you will give me your daughter so I can make her my slave.”

She laughed. “You’re in no position to bargain Sam. In a few days you will tell me anything I want to know.”

“No I won’t. You see I’m immune to your drug.” I lied.

Now she looked more closely at me. She looked into my eyes, probably looking for pupil dilation.

“How can you be immune to the drug?”

“Sandy.” I sighed as if I was talking to slow student. “You should know by now that I am not like the rest of the human race. I have abilities that go beyond anything you could possibly imagine.”

She gasped and drew back. “What are you?”

“I can’t tell you that. But if you will agree to my conditions I will show you how devoted slaves are made.”

She was thinking furiously. I wasn’t listening but I could practically see the wheels turning.

Finally she asked “Do you promise? How do I know this is not a trick?”

“I give you my word. And I guess you’re just going to have to trust me to a certain degree.”

She must have decided it was worth the risk. She went to the door and opened it. “Tim, bring Cindy, right now.” She closed the door.

“How does it work Sam?”

“It’s hard to describe. It’s much easier to just demonstrate. But I won’t show you anything until you get me out of this contraption.

She called in the other guard. “Release him.”

He took the straps off my arms and legs and I stood up. I was feeling better about the situation now. Things were going my way.

Tim came in with a protesting Cindy.

“Leave me alone! I don’t care what the bitch wants I don’t want to go.” she was saying as she came through the door.

When she saw her mother she challenged “What do you want cunt? Just let me go and leave me alone. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

Sandy controlled her anger but I could tell it was boiling just under the surface. “Thank you. You’ve just made my decision much easier. Tim, strap her into the chair.”

“What?! No!” Cindy screamed as Tim took her firmly by the arm and led her to the chair. “Mother please. No!”

“That won’t be necessary.” I said. “Just send the guards outside. This is for your eyes only Sandy.”

Tim stopped and waited for Sandy to indicate what she wanted him to do.

“Very well. Stay right outside the door Tim, in case I need you.”

He nodded and both guards left the room.

Cindy was behind the chair as if she could use it to block herself from her mother’s presence. She was pouting openly and I also detected a measure of fear, she knew something was up but was unsure what it might be.

“Now what?” asked Sandy.

I smiled. “Watch.”

I turned my attention to Cindy, focused and released my power. Her face went blank and she stared into empty space.

“Cindy, you are now my loyal slave. Your only desire is to satisfy my needs and protect me from any harm. Now wake up.”

Cognizance returned to her eyes and she fell to her knees before me. “Master. Thank you for making me yours.”

“What kind of trick is this?” Sandy hissed.

“No trick.” I replied. ”That is how Albert makes his slaves.”

“But that doesn’t tell me how I can do it. For all I know you and Albert are the only ones who can do it.”

“Not the only ones, but two of the few.”

“So how does that help me?” she said angrily.

“It doesn’t. I never promised I would show you how you could make slaves, I just said I would show you how Albert does it.”

“You’ll pay for this! I’ll have you beaten until you wished you were dead.”

“No you won’t because now it’s your turn.”

Awareness of what I intended finally penetrated and her eyes widened in alarm. She opened her mouth to shout as I released my power. As her expression went blank her mouth slowly closed.

“Sandy. You are now my loyal slave. Now wake up.”

“Master!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees beside her daughter. “I am so ashamed of how I have treated you. Please punish this slave.”

“You are being punished though you may not feel like it now. I have made you my slave. To your former self that would be a terrible punishment. You will now obey any command I give you.”

“Yes Master.”

“Now. I want you both to continue to behave as you always have when others are observing. I want no one to notice any changes in you and I want no one to know that you are my slaves. Do you understand?

“Yes Master.” they replied in unison.

“Now stand up.”

They stood and I looked them over. Cindy was as tall as her mother. Her build was not as athletic though, more of a model’s physique than a swimmer’s. Her breasts were not as large as her mother’s either but they were respectable and I thought they were still natural.

“Cindy, are you sexually active?”

“Yes Master. I use sex to control the boys at school.”

“A chip off the old block.” These two deserved everything they got. “Ok. Sandy, let’s go back to your room.”

“Yes Master.” She opened the door. “Tim, we’re going back to my room. Make sure these two both get there.”

Tim came in and took Cindy by the arm while the other guard did the same with me.

Cindy whined “Mother! I don’t want to talk to you right now, just let me go back to my room.”

“Shut up Cindy or I’ll ground you for a week.”

Cindy got a look of shock and anger on her face but kept her mouth shut. She was a pretty good actress.

When we were in Sandy’s room she turned and said “That will be all Tim. Lock the door on your way out please.”

Tim nodded and the two guards left us.

“Well done. Now I want both of you to strip.”

They did and stood at attention.

I had already seen Sandy, every inch of her, and she was truly hot, maybe even hotter than her daughter. But youth has an appeal that can’t be regained once it is lost. Cindy was a goddess, Venus de Milo with arms. It was no wonder that she was a cheerleader.

“Ok. I told you that I wanted you to continue to behave the way you always have. I want to modify those instructions. You will not mistreat any of the slaves and servants in your home. No beatings, no injuries. Sandy, if anyone asks ‘why the change’ you will tell them that you want to try a different method to gain their devotion. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.” They both said.

“I also want you to give up this thing you have for making slaved of other people. No more slave making.”

“Yes Master.” Sandy said obediently.

“Alright. There are some other changes I want to make but we’ll do that later. Right now I want both of you to bend over the bed.”

They turned to obey, standing facing the bed and bending at the waist.

I had already had Sandy and I wanted to experiment with Cindy.

I disrobed and stepped up behind Sandy. Sandy, any instructions I gave you when we were having sex earlier are rescinded. Come for me.

Her knees buckled. “Ooooohhhhh! Fuuuuccccckkk!”

As she dragged herself back into position I noticed that her pussy was dripping now. I came closer and inserted my hard cock into her wet channel. She would have collapsed again but I grasped her by her hips while her body shook and her pussy muscles spasmed and milked my cock with their undulations. She groaned and grunted wordlessly.

When she stopped moving I pulled out and lowered her to the floor.

“Ok Cindy, it’s your turn.”

“Thank you master.”

“Not like this. Come and let’s soak in the hot tub first.”

I sat on the special seat in the middle of the hot tub and had Cindy sit on my lap facing me.

She had a lovely face and I took it in as she settled herself on my lap. I brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and kissed her lightly.

“Master? May this slave say something?”

“Sure Cindy. What is it?”

“I love you Master. Thank you for making me your slave. I never knew how to love someone before. It makes me feel complete.”

“You’re welcome. Now let’s see just how complete we can make you feel.” Cindy, you are very aroused by my every touch. Anywhere I touch you; any place on your body will arouse you like having your clit suckled by a soft warm mouth. However you will not come until I do.

“Oooohhhhh!” she crooned. She was sitting on my legs so our skin was touching; I also had my hands on her arms.

“Ooohh Master. I feel sooo hot! I feel like... like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Mmmmmmm.”

She started rocking her hips, simulating intercourse. She was being driven crazy by our bodies touching.

Cindy, when I suck on your titties your arousal will double.

I pulled her closer and she moaned more loudly. My rod was still floating free in the hot water of the tub. I wanted to wait a while before starting to screw her. I wanted her as hot as the water in the tub. I leaned in and took her left breast in my mouth. I moved my tongue around on her nipple and she moaned more insistently, then I sucked and I thought she would lose her mind.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmm!” she put her hands behind my head and pressed my mouth firmly against her tit. All the while her hips rocked back and forth just as if she was really fucking something that penetrated deeply.

I pulled away from her chest and switched to the right side. I didn’t suck right away, I just explored her nipple with my tongue, pressing down and swirling around. When I finally sucked she just started panting and humping frantically.

“I... can’t... stand... it... pleeeeaaasse... heeeelllpp... meeeeee....”

I pulled away from her breast again and looked at her face. She was beet red from both kinds of heat, the water and the desire.

She continued to hump and scooted a little closer, bringing her pussy lips into contact with my cock.

“Yyyyeeeeessss!” she exclaimed hungrily. “I... waaantt... iiiitttt... pleeeassse!” She was breathing so hard and panting so with exertion that her words came out very breathy like a loud whisper.

She scooted closer and started grinding my rod against her clit. I had to stop her or she was going to send me off prematurely.

“Hold it Cindy.”

She stopped but I could see it took maximum effort.

Cindy, when you feel my cock inside your pussy your arousal will double again, but you must be still and not move your hips. And you will remain conscious.

I placed the tip of my hard on at the opening of her pussy. “Ready?”

She nodded vigorously, tears beginning to roll down her red cheeks.

I held my cock steady and pulled her to me, plunging my hot meat deep into her waiting teenage cunt.

“Nnnnngggggg. Mmmmmm. Nnnnnnnn.” she squeaked not moving her hips but burning with desire to do so.

“Pl... pl... lee.... eeee... eeee... eeee... eeeesss... sssss... sssss... ssss” she panted.

“Ok. Raise yourself up slowly until my cock is just barely inside you.”

She did with an excruciating whine.

“Now, back down slowly.”

She lowered herself with high pitched grunt.

“Now. Keep doing that until I come.”

It was a good thing she had the energy and stamina of youth. A middle aged woman would never have kept it up so long. As it was, after about fifteen minutes I felt sorry for her. She was babbling and her legs shook like a vibrator with each slow stroke.

The back of the seat I was sitting on was like a bench itself, that extended to the outside of the hot tub. I picked her up without breaking contact and sat her on that raised bench. With my legs spread to straddle the seat I started pumping rhythmically. She could hardly move her spent muscles and couldn’t form any words, but the fire in her eyes said ‘FINALLY! YES! SCREW ME!’.

I did. I pumped furiously for about a minute and then came like a volcano. Every muscle in her body was loose and wobbly except the inside of her pussy. That thing grabbed me like it was angry, like it was starving, it was devouring my poor sausage.

Then I was finished and her body was like a wet noodle. If I had let her fall into the water she would have drowned.

I rested for a minute, holding her in place. Then I lifted her out of the tub, crossing the space to the bed I laid her carefully on it. Whatever she was before, she was now my slave and she loved me, and I cared for her. The same thing was true of her mother.

I covered Cindy with a blanket.

After drying myself and dressing I woke Sandy.

“Oh Master, thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome. Now, get dressed and call all of the female slaves up here to this room, except the ones you got from Albert.” I didn’t want any reports reaching Albert of what I was about to do. And I didn’t want to take his slaves either, he might eventually be able to figure something out if given enough clues.

She bowed her head and started dressing. Once dressed she went to the door. “Mike.” She addressed the guard. Tim wasn’t there. “Please bring all of the slave girls to me right away, except Suzie, Sara and Teresa. And that includes the maids and kitchen staff.” She managed to still sound like her old haughty self.

“Well done. When they come in have them line up over there.” I pointed to the outside wall.

Most came in as one big group then a few more straggled in after a few minutes. The room was very full. I had to line them up against three different walls.

“Ok, tell the guards to wait outside and tell the girls to close their eyes.”

She did and I stood before each woman and enslaved her. In a few moments I had twenty-seven new slaves staring blankly into space.

“Listen to me all of you. You are all now my obedient slaves. You will always obey any command I give you without hesitation. I want you to continue to serve Miss Morton as if she was your mistress. Now wake up and go about your duties.”

They all regained consciousness and began filing out of the bedroom.

“Sandy, I think you’ll find them more obedient now. And don’t collect any more, I think you have enough.”

“Yes Master. What about the males?”

“I really don’t know. I think I’ll have to leave that to your judgment.”

“Thank you Master. I understand.”

“Now I really have to go.” I checked my watch, one a.m. “I hope I don’t fall asleep on the way home.”

“Master? You could stay here.”

“Thank you but I have other slaves who will be worried about me.”

I gave her a stack of cards with the special e-mail address printed on the back. “Make sure each of the new slaves gets one of these. Tell them to memorize the e-mail address and then destroy the card, and if they ever learn of anything that might affect me or mine to send me a message.”

“Yes Master.”

She followed me downstairs. The party was over. The guests had all left.

At the front door I turned back to face her. “It’s been fun Sandy. You take care of all my property now, you hear?”

“Yes Master, I will.”

“Good.” I gave her a big kiss good-bye and got in the elevator.

What a night! When it started I could not have possibly known that this night would see me with nearly thirty more slaves. I was tired and just wanted to get home to sleep.

I exited the elevator and headed for the parking lot. My Ferrari was parked in a corner in two spaces. As I approached I thumbed the key fob and the headlights flashed. I opened the door and turned when I thought I heard a noise behind me.

Suddenly there was a bag over my head and a sharp pain in my neck. That was the last I remembered from that night.