Chloe trudged through the front door, her shoulders sagging as she dumped her suitcase on the hardwood floor. The faint thud echoed in the quiet house. Six months, three conferences, and still no promotion—just another round of playing arm candy for her sleazy boss. She kicked off her heels, the cool tiles soothing her aching feet, and shuffled into the living room. The couch beckoned, its worn cushions promising a brief escape. She flopped onto it, letting out a long, tired breath that stirred the stale air.

Upstairs, she heard the creak of floorboards—Neil, probably on his way down to nag about rent. He was decent-looking, with that scruffy charm she might’ve gone for if he weren’t broke and attached. Not worth the drama, she told herself, though the thought of flirting her way to cheaper rent had crossed her mind more than once. Soon, she’d have enough saved for the breast implants she’d been eyeing. With those, bagging a rich investment nerd would be a cinch, and she could kiss this dump goodbye.

A glint on the mantelpiece caught her eye—a thick, silver hoop, its surface polished to a mirror sheen. She pushed herself up, curiosity overriding exhaustion, and crossed the room. The circlet felt heavy in her hands, cool against her fingertips, its weight hinting at pure silver. How could Neil afford this? She turned it over, admiring the way it caught the dim light filtering through the blinds.

“Hi, Chloe. Glad you’re home,” Neil said, his voice breaking the silence as he stepped into the room. He leaned against the doorway, casual but with an edge she couldn’t place. “Just came down to make sure you didn’t try on that circlet I got for Denise. You know how she is.”

Chloe smirked, brushing off the warning. Denise was a jealous little thing—too sensitive for her own good. She squeezed her small breasts together, picturing how much easier this game would be post-surgery. “Come on, Neil,” she teased, her voice dripping with mock innocence. “She won’t mind if I see how it looks for a sec. It’s been so long since a guy got me anything.” A lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

“No, Chloe I have to put my foot… down.”  
But Chloe had already spun round and placed the circlet on her head and started admiring herself in the mirror.  
Then in the reflection she noticed Neil had the biggest shit eating grin she had ever seen.  
“How do you feel Chloe?” he asked.  
She spun around again and stopped dead. She felt waves of power coming off Neil, he was powerful, he was amazing, he could get her everything she wanted. All she had to do was serve him, yield to him, submit to him. Her pussy was wet, her mouth watered, every inch of her yearned to serve him. She twirled her long, jet black hair.

“I feel like serving you, master.” Chloe said.

Neil’s shit eating grin somehow got even bigger as he watched her bite her lip, her face bronzed to perfection, skin that seemed to glow under the lights.

“There'll be time for that. But first we need to have a chat.” Neil began. “What are your plans for the future?”

“Serving you, master,” she replied instantly, her mind a haze of devotion.  
Neil rolled his eyes, “What were your plans before you put on the circlet? Do you have a boyfriend?”

“I was going to spend my savings on plastic surgery and marry someone rich. Noone serious at the moment.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day,” Neil said, his tone shifting to something commanding. “I can give you the body you want—or the one I want—for free. But first, some house rules. I order your brain to lock this reality in, even when you’re not wearing the circlet.”

A tingling sparked in her skull, sharp and electric, rewiring her thoughts as she hung on his every word. She nodded, eager to please.

“The circlet is mine, you cannot use it in any way without my permission. You will wear it without question when I tell you to. As long as you live with me, your main motivation is to serve my sexual needs, you will not refuse me any access to your body or any favour. You still have your independence to work but you will not tell anyone about my control over you.”

Her head buzzed, the rules sinking deep. “Yes, master,” she whispered.

“Now—sink, suck, serve.” He unbuckled his belt, the leather snapping free, and dropped his pants with a casual thud. His cock sprang out, hard and ready, and Chloe’s knees hit the floor before she even registered the motion. She crawled to him, her hands trembling with anticipation, and wrapped her lips around him. The taste—salty, warm, him—flooded her senses, and she dove in, sucking with a fervor she didn’t know she had.

“While you wear the circlet, your body will grow healthier—ugh!” Neil groaned, his words faltering as coherence was slipping away. Chloe smirked inwardly; she knew men lost their minds over her blowjobs. “Your ass will fill out, firm enough to bounce coins off—oh, that’s good!” She was amazed he could still string sentences together. Determined to push him over the edge, she redoubled her efforts.

“Your lips will grow into pouting blowjob machines.” Normally, she would break at this moment to ask for something, but Neil deserved an uninterrupted experience.

“And you’ll have fantastic, huge, fantastic bolt-on tiiiiiiiiiiiits!” Neil came hard blasting cum down her throat before collapsing on the couch breathless. She struggled but swallowed it all, she normally wouldn’t do this but master was master. Neil collapsed onto the couch, breathless, chest rising and falling like he’d run a mile. 

Chloe stayed on her knees, watching him, waiting. He caught his breath, then stood, brushing off the daze. “That was good, slave,” he said, his voice steadying. “Now, have a deep orgasm as your reward.”

Chloe then felt something strange, a huge pressure built up in her cunt, deeper and deeper and then exploded and spread to the rest of her body. She screamed and trashed in shock, surprise and pleasure…..

Her spasming knocked the ring off her head. “What was that she exclaimed?” as the overwhelming feeling of submissiveness faded.

“Err an orgasm?” replied Neil.

“But I’ve never been able to have one, thank you.” Chloe hugged him with genuine gratitude. The effect of the circlet gone her thoughts took a more normal shape, but he had been right, she is now in his household and should stay and serve. At least for now, she can certainly get more out of this.

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Neil climbed into bed that night, the circlet dangling from his hand. He leaned over to set it on the nightstand, but in a blink, it was on his head. A soft weight pressed it down, and panic flared—then melted into bliss. His balls tightened, his cock stiffened, and a warm, submissive glow enveloped him. Denise sat beside him, her silhouette haloed by the bedside lamp, a goddess in the dim light.

“Did it go well?” she asked, her voice smooth as silk.

“Perfectly, goddess,” he breathed, adoration dripping from every syllable.

“Then sleep,” she said, brushing his cheek, “and be a good master in the morning.”

His eyes fluttered shut, the circlet’s hum lulling him into darkness.