I Can – A new slave

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Sometimes you’re in it for a keeper. With my power I can just take any pretty girl I want and have my fun. Which is cool. Well, to be honest it’s more than cool. It’s fucking great. Catch and release is pretty awesome. See a pretty girl, do what you want and move on to the next one.

They do say variety is the spice of life.

But sometimes I want more than that. The way my powers work, having some pussy on hand is a bonus.

So, my powers. And, before you ask, I have no idea where my powers come from. I just have them. Why look a gift horse in the mouth? So, what are they? I can do what I want to someone. Alter their mind however I like. Personality, memories, sexuality. I can even make physical changes. But I have limits. It’s like my powers run off a battery. And when I use them that battery runs down a whole lot quicker than it charges. So when I do have fun with a girl, or a few girls, I have to wait before I can go again.

Partly I cover that by leaving my targets eager to see me again. You better believe that I have a long contact list in my phone. If I can make a girl happy to bend over for me and grab her ankles, getting her phone number is easy. Having a few live-in slaves means I don’t even have to make a phone call. To be honest, I don’t like having too many slaves at home. Slaves have to be fed. And I don’t want to be some slob having a constant orgy and never leaving home. There are too many pretty girls in the world for that.

Even with my live-in slaves, I don’t keep them forever. I let them go around their mid-thirties. Age is starting to show at that point. I could fix that, but, like I said, variety. So when they get to that age, I breed them two or three times, set them up with more than enough money to raise the kids well, and replace them. Fix their minds so they’ll be great mothers. I’m not cruel. I do make sure the pregnancies don’t leave any marks on their bodies. Even pushing forty, they’re still hot.

Sometimes, I do go back to visit.

Given all that, I have some criteria. First, the girl has to be pretty. Yes, I can change someone physically. But making a silk purse out of a sow’s ear takes a lot of my energy. I need some for the mental changes, so I like having something good to work with. Someone in her early twenties. Means I can keep her for about fifteen years. Good return on investment. Twenty, twenty-two, you’ve got a really good idea what they’re going to look like. There’s another reason for that age, but we’ll get to that.

When I’m just looking for some fun, I can usually find it by wandering about. All the places pretty girls might be. The beach, night clubs, shopping malls, universities. They’ll usually turn something up. But when I have something particular in mind, why leave it chance? My slaves aren’t just pretty faces. And hot bods. I make sure they have other uses as well. Like IT, of course. So I just give my IT girl, Ada, my parameters. Her name wasn’t Ada when I found her, but why wouldn’t I call her that? I used the same name for my IT girl before her too. Not sure whether I changed the first Ada’s name back when I bred her and let her go. Probably should check that sometime…

So anyway, I gave the current Ada an idea of what I wanted. A cute redhead. I didn’t have one of those then, so why not? Not too tall, maybe five four. Someone who can really bounce up and down on my cock. Ada went to work. Social media is a wonderful thing, with all those pictures and videos. She gave me a few possibilities. I spent some time looking at them. Going over the pictures and clips, getting a feel for them. All were good, Ada’s not stupid. Even if she is blonde.

God, that hair feels good with my hand in it as she sucks my dick.

I took my time considering the options. Wouldn’t want to waste Ada’s mouth. One candidate leapt out. It was the smile, mainly. Just something about it. Of course, she had the rest. Wonderful hair that looked so silky. Reached just past her shoulders. I’d like it longer, but I could fix that. Lovely oval face that tapered to a delicate pointed chin. Slim neck. Cute nose. Large green eyes. And her eyebrows didn’t just curve, they had this kink in them. It added something. And a figure that was definitely bikini-worthy. She had a few shots from her last holiday that showed that.

I gave Ada an extra pat on the head for a job well done. Told her to keep a note of the others she’d found, remind me of them if I’m ever near where they live.

The girl I’d chosen wasn’t perfect. Her chest was a bit smaller than I’d like. I’m not one for huge tits but this girl couldn’t be more than an A. Her nose, though cute, could use some work. There were one or two other things, her chin may a little too pointed. Nothing I couldn’t handle. It was going to be her.

Her name was Julie. I’d decide whether I let her keep that.

It didn’t matter that I’d have to travel to get her. I don’t mind taking a trip. Let’s me see some sights. And see what the place’s girls have to offer. Nothing said I had to step straight off the plane and track Julie down.  By the time I’d finished with her, Julie wasn’t going to object to coming back with me.

You might think I’m cruel or evil, picking a girl out. While I was making my plans, she was still living her life. A life that was going to be over. She was going to be mine. You know what? I don’t care what you think. If I did, I’d change it.

Anyway, after a few days fun and some time after that to recharge and do some sight-seeing, I was off to Julie’s place. Ada had provided me with the address. I chose a weekday night. My slave-to-be was probably going to be in. If I had to, I’d track her down at her work and make sure she’d be ready, but I thought, what the hey, let’s just try.

Turns out, my luck was in, Julie answering the door. My luck was doubled; she hadn’t changed yet from work. I liked the look, sexy but professional. White blouse, light grey pencil skirt. I bet there was a jacket to go with that skirt. She had slipped her shoes off. Still had her stockings on. Well, maybe they were pantyhose. We’d find out. The whole effect was like catching her at some private moment. Nice.

Understandably, she was frowning at me. She didn’t know who the hell I was. With those wonderful lips and big eyes, she looked amazing. I needed inside. Didn’t take much of what I can do to get her to let me in. For the moment, her mind was switched off.

I puppeted her over to one of the lounge chairs and had her sit down as I took a place across from. She was just sitting there, legs together.

“Cross your legs.”

She did. I thought she looked better that way.

I could have dived right in, but instead I took a few minutes. Get a feel for her. She was a little tired from work. She was in real estate , so she spent a lot of day on her feet. I wanted her at her best, so I pepped her up a bit, made her smile.

Nice.

Time to start some changes. Her hair was first. Don’t get me wrong, she had great hair as it was. Wonderful silky orange-red with just the right amount of wave. Just begging you to run your hands through it. Even so. I added six inches to the length. Helped the tone along, made it even finer, silkier. She looked like she was straight from a shampoo commercial now. On to her face. Those lips didn’t need a damn thing doing to them. Wonderful cupid bow. And the smiles she could give… cheeky, innocent, tempting. I know. I had her shoot me a few to check. Those green eyes were amazing. Lovely and wide. I amped the colour up a little. Emerald green now. Wow.

Her nose did need a little attention. It was cute, with a lovely little upturn, but it was just on the large size. I fixed that and smoothed it down a little. Kept the upturn. Upped her cheek bones a notch, softened her chin.

There.

Gorgeous.

Absolutely fucking, drop-dead gorgeous. Where before there’d been a pretty girl, well, beautiful really, was now something truly unforgettable. Movie star beautiful. Still recognisably her. Anyone that knew her would know it was Julie. But they’d wonder why they’d never really noticed just how amazing she was.

“Stand up.”

She did.

God, having a beautiful girl obey your every word is such a turn on. I could have made her do it without saying a word. But vocalizing the orders and having her obey them adds that little bit of spice.

“Strip.”

She did that, too. It wasn’t anything particularly erotic, her mind was still out to lunch. I doubted she’d really know how to do a decent strip anyway. Not a problem, she’d learn. All my slaves learn how to give the most breath-taking stripteases. Amongst other things. But Julie didn’t know how to do any of that.

Yet.

Job done, she just stood there, stark naked. It had been pantyhose. Not my favourite. From now on it would be stockings and garters for Julie. Clothes would come later. First up, I removed all her hair from the neck down. That’s the way I like my women. I did hesitate for a moment. Considered leaving just a little tuft above her pussy to prove that she was a genuine redhead. Matching carpet and drapes, right? Fuck it, that pussy looked so good totally bare. I knew that hair colour was hers.

I had to do her tits next. Like I thought, she was definitely an A-cup. Unsurprisingly for a genuine redhead, her nipples were a lovely pink. I didn’t change their appearance. They looked awesome. Just the right size too. I did make them a lot more sensitive. I plumped her breasts up into B-cup territory. Nice handfuls without being overwhelming. I thought that suited her better. More than that, I perked them up. Still showing a bit of the effect of gravity. I wanted the look to be natural. But she wouldn’t need a bra, holding a wonderful form even when free. They now had a proper rounded curve underneath and just the right slope above, that lovely teardrop shape.

She had a great set of curves to start with. Not much to do there, she was everything those bikini shots had promised and more. I slimmed her waist and stomach just a touch, tightened her thighs. And her arse. I do like a firm arse on a girl. I smoothed out her complexion over her whole body. Don’t get me wrong, she was great. But there’s always room for improvement. It was like doing what good makeup and a professional photographer can do. Only minor, but noticeable. That was it for the looks. Well, apart from getting rid of her tattoos. She only had three small ones, but they had to go. If my girls have any decoration, it’s because I decide on it.

Next was some less obvious, but very important, physical changes. Tightening up her pussy. She’d be one hell of a ride now. She could actually milk a cock. She wouldn’t know what to do with it yet but, again, she’d learn. Making it so that when she was aroused, her arse would get as wet as her pussy. If I wanted to take that arse, why would I want to waste time on lube? Fair’s fair though, I made it so she’d cum as easily from a cock in her arse as in her pussy. And after what I’d done to her pussy she could cum like a train.

If I let her.

Mouth too. She could suck like a pro now and cum from that. Gag reflex wouldn’t be a problem either.

Last were her feet. Don’t get me wrong. Her feet were as gorgeous as the rest of her, cute and delicate. I was sure they’d look great in heels. I made it so she’d be comfortable in those. Delicate work, strengthening her feet and ankles so they wouldn’t hurt or get damaged. More than that, I made it so that she liked the feel of her feet in heels, what they did to her calves. So much so that she’d prefer them that way. She could still wear flats, but given the choice, Julie would now always go for heels.

A couple more little changes and that was it for the physical. She wasn’t a slave yet. Just insanely hot.

“Get dressed,” I told her. “The blouse and a different skirt. A pleated one if you have any. Don’t worry about a bra.” I doubted that she’d have any that would fit her now. “Not the pantyhose. Stockings. Garter belt. And get some heels on.”

Julie did exactly as she was told, without a word. Can’t complain about that.

When she came back, she was wearing a short pleated black skirt. Short enough to show most of her thigh but not quite the top of the stockings. The high heels were black too. I had her sit down again, legs crossed. Now I could catch the top of the stockings and a glimpse of bare thigh.

God, she looked good.

I had a decision to make. Did I fuck her now, even though I hadn’t made any mental changes. Or did I wait until I’d made her my slave.

Jeez, who am I kidding? Of course I was going to fuck her. She was insanely hot. And I was going to have about a decade and a half of fucking slave Julie. I wanted to try not slave Julie. Remember what I said about variety.

A quick tweak of her memory and she thought she’d stopped off at a bar on the way home and we’d hit it off. One slight problem, Julie wasn’t one for anonymous one-night stands. Another adjustment and, yeah, she totally was up for them. One last change and she was dying for me to get into her panties. Absolutely gagging for it. That one wasn’t as hard as you might think. I’d made her up for casual sex. And, if I do so say so myself, I’m not that bad looking. So one plus one equalled two.

I had her stand up, wrapped my arms around her, sank into a kiss and switched her mind back on. After making sure she wouldn’t notice her altered body.

She was returning the kiss immediately, hands on my arse. I hadn’t realised quite what a firecracker I’d found. Ada was going to get another reward. I had that blouse off her without breaking the kiss. We were heading to the bedroom as I broke the kiss and locked my lips around one of those nipples. She was moaning, her back arching. She’d have fallen over if I hadn’t been holding her up. Remember I’d upped her nips’ sensitivity? I’d really upped them. She was getting as much out of my mouth on her nipple as she would have got from a good fucking before I started on her. I could have had her cumming right there just from that.

I didn’t. She was going to learn to wait.

She gave me a hurt look when I stopped and pulled us into the bedroom. Hilarious.

The rest of our clothes didn’t last long. Well, almost.

“Leave the garter belt on.” That earnt me another pout. Wow, I thought my cock was already hard. The pout turned into an adorable nibble at her lower lip as her eyes fell to my cock. A little mental caress to her arousal and she needed my cock inside her. Like she needed to breathe.

“Okay,” she nodded, short and fast and I needed to be inside her almost as much as she needed it. That is one problem with making beautiful girls into insanely hot ones. The urge to just fuck them hard and fast is real.

She was on her back on her bed, legs spread. As I rammed home, I made another little change to her. Julie liked having some clothing on when she was fucked now. More than liked, it was a real fetish for her. Made her feel all hot and vulnerable and sexy. Didn’t matter if it was just something like the garter belt, or a full outfit and her panties yanked aside to get fucked. It really pushed her buttons now. The idea that clothes didn’t protect her from getting fucked turned her on hard.

I didn’t leave her on her back for long. I wanted her bouncing up and down on my cock. And boy could she do that. With how eager I’d made her, she was soon jackhammering away, hair flying and those amazing new tits bouncing, my cock buried in that tight little pussy.

It was everything I’d thought it would be.

Even with my control it wasn’t long before I was shooting a load in her. I made sure she came at the same time. I wanted to see what she looked like, cumming. Her eyes went even wider and her lower lip had this little quiver as her chest heaved. Her hair was falling beautifully around her face; her hands planted on my chest.

There was no chance of her getting pregnant ahead of schedule. Remember I said that there were a couple more physical changes? As of now, Julie couldn’t get pregnant. And she wouldn’t be having any periods either. If I have a slave, I don’t want her out of commission one week in every four.

Anyway, after panting delightfully for a while, Julie rolled off me. Her pussy slipping off me felt awesome. Yes, I was still hard. It isn’t only the girls I can make changes to. I could see her eyeing my cock even as she lay there, one hand over her forehead.

“Roll over, “ I said.

She gave me an inquisitive look but then obliged. Probably thought we were going to try doggy-style.

Nah.

I started caressing the backs of her thighs and her butt. Light touches, bit of fingernail. One thing about getting women to do anything you want is that it’s pretty easy to learn how to be a decent lover. They’ll happily provide pointers and feedback. Useful. Every once in a while, I amuse myself taking a girl without using my powers, just to stay in form.

Anyway, Julie was getting pretty turned on again by what I was doing. And, yeah, I was amping her arousal up with my mind as well.  Why not?

“Oh God,” she cried. “Fuck me. Please. Fuck me.”

She’d get that. Just not yet. I was focussing on her butt now, circling her starfish. “You want to be fucked,” I teased. “Well, I could.”

“Not,” Julie swallowed. “Not there.”

I checked her mind. Julie wasn’t into anal. I wasn’t having that. I hadn’t made her butt lube up so it could go to waste. I chipped away at Julie’s reticence. I could have wiped it out, but slower was more fun. “You sure?”

“Umm,” she managed as my fingers circled her hole, a quiver shooting through her. She really wasn’t sure. I’d made her, you might say, anal-curious.

“It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t know,” she swallowed nervously. “Would it hurt?”

I amped her curiosity up a bit more before slipping the tip of my finger in. With how wet she was back there, it was easy. And with the changes I’d made to her arse, it felt good to Julie. Really, really good. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She was pushing her arse up to get more of my finger in her before she even realised what she was doing.

“Oh, so you do want something in your arse?” I teased.

Julie moaned in frustration as she pushed her arse higher. I’d done two things. Pulled my finger back, so it kept pace with her movement, leaving her with what she had but not giving her anymore. And I’d upped her much she wanted it. A lot. She wasn’t anal-curious anymore. She was anal-eager.

“You want this?” I asked, finally giving her what she now wanted, my finger deep in her arse.

“Yes!” she cried.

“You want my cock in your arse?”

“Yes! Please!” That was loud. I wonder if the neighbours heard? Oh well, she wouldn’t be living here long, so who cares. “Fuck my arse!”

Oh, demanding. Still, when a beautiful girl says that to you, are you going to say no? I certainly didn’t.

Julie was moaning like a bitch in heat as I pushed my cock between her butt cheeks. The moans didn’t stop as I sawed in and out, her hands clawing at the sheets, her legs quivering.  I grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head up so she was staring straight ahead as I pounded her arse.

She took it all.

I rewarded her with another load. She came beautifully. Her first anal orgasm.

Physically, Julie made the grade.

I let her hair go, Julie sprawled on the bed beneath me as my cock deflated, still lodged in that gorgeous arse.

She hardy stirred as I rolled off. I pulled her to me, cuddling. Who says I can’t be nice?

Now the really fun part. I could have just fixed the idea in her head that she was my slave. It would have been easy. It also wouldn’t have been what I was looking for. Sure, she’d do everything I told her, obey me without question. But her heart wouldn’t really be in it. It was what she’d have to do, but it wouldn’t be what she’d want to do.

So why not just make her want it? Sure, I could do that. But that still wasn’t what I was after.

I wanted her to be a slave right down to the core of who she was.

As we lay there, Julie half-asleep, I traced the sexual pathways in her mind. This was going to take some charge out of me. But I’d been full when I came here. I still had enough.

She didn’t have that many experiences. That’s another reason why I don’t want new slaves who are too old. Too many changes to make. Julie was fine, right age and she hadn’t exactly been spreading it about.

I looked right back to the blossoming of her sexuality. The memories of her as a teen girl, things just waking up. Noticing hot boys at school, teen idols. I changed all that. Her first memories of feeling sexual arousal were now linked to memories of female submission. An image from a film of hot women fawning over some guy.  I found an image of a woman kneeling next to a man. Bonus. She now remembered getting really flustered over that one.

I altered memory after memory. Of how female submission turned her on. How the idea of submitting turned her on. Seeing a woman on her knees? A woman serving a man? Hot. Thinking of herself like that? H. O. T.

Easy enough to find memories of things like that in her head. Ads, television shows. Our society is replete with images like that. And once I’d run through her memories, Julie remembered getting aroused by them. Really turned on.

It was right at the base of her sexuality now.

Even so, I had to be careful. Couldn’t make it too much. Or she’d wonder why she’d never acted on the impulses.

So I made it so that Julie remembered being curious about it. Liking it. Wanting it. But never having the nerve to do anything about it. Covering up how turned on she was by those sorts of scenes and images. Sometimes seeking them out but being oh-so-careful not to let anyone know.

Which led to Julie’s private times. She was pretty ordinary there. Got herself off maybe once a week. Before I got into her mind, the images she used were nothing special. Just a hot guy doing her. Painfully vanilla, really. I went through every memory she had of masturbation, altering one after another. Now they were all linked to submission. Sometimes they didn’t even involve actual sex at all. Her on her knees. Submissive poses. Doing what she was told. A few mental images like that and her fingers and Julie could happily get herself off now.

It took a while, Julie half-asleep snuggled up next to me. Easier if she wasn’t fully conscious.

Where before she might just have got off to thinking about some hot guy doing her, now she thought about submission.

More than submission

Obedience.

I let that sink in. Had the memories play over in her head. Julie starting to squirm as she lay there, ideas filling her mind of how hot it was to be submissive. To do what she was told. Let her partner make the decisions. Her hands twitched. No surprise there, that lovely little pussy was crying out for attention.

Her face was so flushed.

Oh, her nipples were very erect.

Nice.

I left her like that for a little while as I worked on her mental pathways, baking in her new sexuality. It’s one thing just to layer something on top. It’s another to run through all a person’s memories, rewriting them. Giving them the edge I wanted. A dropped head, a willing smile. All grist to her mill.

She was deep in the memories now, a moan issuing from that exquisite mouth, her back arching. I wondered what memory that was. I looked and there she was. A memory of some movie. She hadn’t particularly liked it before and didn’t now. That wasn’t important. There’d been one scene, a girl kneeling next to some guy, his hand on her head. Just a detail in the scene. But it was what Julie thought she had focussed in on. What she thought she’d got herself off to later that night. Picturing herself like that. I amped her pleasure up. Exquisite, mind-numbing bliss. She was humping her hips against me.

Sweet.

I pushed her through more memories, ones I’d altered, ones I’d created. Burning the feelings in, cementing the pathways. Her hands were clawing at the sheets, her back arching. God, she was beautiful. Submissiveness, obedience. They were inextricably part of her now.

I gave her break. A bit cruel, really. She hadn’t cum.

Of course what I’d done up to now wasn’t quite enough. Left as she was, Julie would be a very submissive sexual partner. Very willing to be play d/s games, if she could ever summon up the courage to admit how she felt. But there’s a difference between that and a true slave.

That was next.

I woke her up, one of my fingers circling one of her oh-so-sensitive nipples. “Hey, beautiful.”

Was that an embarrassed flush at what I’d called her? Aw, that was cute.

“Hey,” she replied.

“So, that was good. What would you like now?”

Normally she might just tell me that she wanted to cuddle a bit, or maybe even go another round. She was still fixated on my cock. That wasn’t changing. But I cheated a bit. Are you surprised? I tapped her honesty up a little, dampened her filters.

“I, uh,” she stumbled. She’d almost said something. She couldn’t believe it. As far as Julie knew, she’d spent years hiding what she really wanted and now she’d almost blurted it out to a stranger. Admittedly a stranger who’d just fucked her pussy and arse, but still a stranger.

“Hey,” I smiled. “I’m good. Whatever you want, I game.” Look at me, being so generous and considerate. I wasn’t even pushing too hard with my hands, just gentle touches.

Of course, those touches were turning her on something savage.

“I, um,” she tried again. “Could you?”

“Could I what?” I asked innocently.

She looked at me for a moment, with these big green eyes. God, they were gorgeous. They still are. Spoiler alert – Julie is still one of my slaves. I’m the happy owner of that amazing body and I do not let my possessions go to waste.

Anyway, back to where we were.

Julie was still looking at me. Considering. Need warring with shame and embarrassment. Cute. But not something I wanted for long. I tipped the balance. Shame is not something I really need in my slaves.

“Could you,” she swallowed nervously. “Could you tell me to do something?”

“Do something?” I frowned, faking confusion. Yeah, that was a little cruel, making her suffer like that. But man, it was fun.

“Uh, just. Just tell me to do something. Anything.”

I could have drawn it out some more. Played with her. But God, those eyes were so wide.

“Oh, I get it,” I smiled. “Alright. Sit up. Not like that. Hands behind your head. Spread your knees.”

Julie was trembling delightfully, gnawing at her lower lip again. Didn’t stop her doing what I said. I took a peek into her mind. She was a mess of emotions. Shame, hesitation, enthusiasm, arousal. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. That she was actually doing it.  I’d needed to alter the balance a little. Pushed down the negative feelings. Upped the positive.

My eyes swept over her. I tamped down her shame. Made her feel proud of her body. She should. Upped the arousal as well.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you?” I asked.

Again, she hesitated, thoughts swirling around her pretty head. Was she game enough to admit it? Of course she was, after I pushed her thoughts. She didn’t say anything, just gave one of those cute little nods of hers.

“How into it?’ I asked, my fingers brushing over those taught nipples of hers, eliciting a gasp from her. “Looks like you’re really into it. The whole submission thing.” As I was talking, I was inside her head, bending her thoughts, pushing her agreement. “I think you’re really into this.” My hands slipped down to rest on her hips before my thumbs started caressing her crotch. Not her pussy, but close enough to be infuriatingly teasing. Especially with what I was doing inside her head. “No,” I continued as she flexed her hips. Don’t move. Just stay there.”

Julie did as she was told. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. How much she wanted this. It was all her dreams coming true. Well, at least she thought it was, courtesy of yours truly.

“What would you do?” I smiled.

“Anything,” she breathed.

“Anything?” I considered for a moment. “Really?” She nodded again. “That doesn’t sound like a submissive. Submissives have limits. Safe words. But anything. That sounds like a slave.”

The word rocketed through Julie, stealing breath. All courtesy of me, of course. From Julie’s point of view it was like she’d just had a revelation. Slave. That was what she wanted to be. A slave.

“A sex slave, really. You want to be a sex slave, Julie?”

Another nod. She couldn’t believe what was happening. But it felt so good. Euphoric. This was what I’d led her to.

“Say it,” I ordered sharply. “Tell me you want to be a sex slave.”

“I, I want to be a sex slave.” I was deep in her mind now. Pushing her on, making her want it, need it, making it all she wanted. Julie didn’t know any of that. She thought it was all her, her finally being honest about herself, what she wanted. She had no idea, no memory, that before she’d opened her door to me, she hadn’t wanted any of this.

“You want to be my sex slave, you want to be owned.”

She had the idea now. “I want to be your sex slave. I want to be owned.”

“You’ll be a possession, a thing. Doing what our told.”

“I’ll be a possession a thing. Doing what I’m told.” She was on the edge of cumming now. Thanks to me. The thought of being owned was enough to turn her on hard now.

“You’re mine. My slave.”

“I’m yours, Your slave.” I let her cum. Harder than she’d ever cum in her life. But like a good slave, she kept her position.

After the aftershocks passed, which, let me tell, took quite a while. God, she looked a sight, cumming like that. Anyway, after that, she looked up at me, those big green eyes filled with absolute devotion. “I’m your slave,” she said. There was still a mix of emotions in her. But all the good ones. Wonder, delight, amazement, eagerness.

She wanted to be my slave.

Didn’t take much to extract her from her old life. Resign from her job. Tell her friends and family she had a great new job opportunity, but it involved moving. She’d stay in touch. I don’t need the hassle of some disgruntled relative turning up. She’d always look happy when she video called them.

Because she is happy. Julie is my happy, devoted sex-slave. She thinks it’s what she wants. Well, it is what she wants.

Because I made her that way. Right down to the very core of her being.

A slave.

(The end)