Crystal Control
Chapter 10
Plans are coming together. Thursday I get thru school without much incidence. Sid and Amber are now a hot item. I get an opportunity to go into Amber and loosen her inhibitions about sex, but only with Sid. When I tell him, he looks like a kid in a candy store.
He asks if I’m going to the game and dance Friday night, but I tell him I can’t, I have other plans.
When Mrs. Frost’s class comes around, she’s still her bitchy self, a little better than the other days because it’s Friday. I go into her mind while she drones on about one thing or another, I quit paying attention anymore. I read the whole book yesterday and know the info now better than she does. In her mind, I push into her that she’ll not leave the school until six o’clock tonight. She’ll grade papers or work on the curriculum, whatever to pass the time.
I’ve spent the last few evenings setting up a new ‘playroom’ in the basement of my building. Things are now ready and in place but I go double check everything just to make sure. The only way down is the one elevator that’s big enough for my car and one flight of stairs. At one end there is a room that I set up for my guest, it is furnished with a chair, a small bed, and a bathroom including shower.
Next I decide I’d like to see Fran tonight so I call her at work. She answers the phone and I say “Hi Fran, this is Alan, Master Alan”
“Hello master” she replies “how can I serve you?” she plays the part well, although I didn’t do anything to her to make her want to be my slave. I figure it’s just a game with us.
“Can you come into the city tonight and spend the night?” I ask her.
She thinks for a minute and then comes up with a plan “I’ll tell my husband I’m visiting a sick friend, I have a couple in the city, and that I don’t want to drive home late so I’m spending the night. I have a girl that covers for me on my days off, I’ll let her know she needs to come in, she needs the money so she’ll be happy too.”
I giver her instructions to my place and tell her to be here at 7:30.
Now I head back to school.
I pull in to the faculty parking lot about ten minutes to six. The only car here is a black BMW, which I assume is Frost’s. Everyone is at the game and the stadium parking is on the other side of the school, so this side is deserted.
I park a couple of spaces away from her car, then get out, open my trunk and remove the spare and the jack and set up to look like I was changing a flat.
About ten minutes later I hear the clicking of high heels coming my way. I look up as she’s walking my way wearing a black skirt, white blouse and black jacket and black heels.
Once she’s close to our cars, Mrs. Frost says to me “Mr. Reid, what are you doing in the faculty parking lot? You know it’s off limits to students.”
“Yeah, I know, but I was on my way to the game and got a flat and pulled in to change my tire.” I tell her while putting my spare and jack away.
“I see, well I am still going to have to report you on Monday” she say smugly.
“No you won’t” I calmly tell her.
“Really? What makes you think that?” she seems amused almost.
“Because of this” I lift my hand and snap my fingers for affect, and she begins to crumble. Really what I did was shut her down; she’ll sleep now until I wake her.
I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my trunk. I grab her car keys and then close her in the trunk. I check around just be sure I wasn’t observed and finding the coast is clear I hop in and head out, I have a stop to make before heading home.
A half hour later I’m on the other side of town, looking for an old acquaintance, Tony Jackson. We’d gone to grade school together and had been friends. But then his dad ran off with some hooker, leaving him and his mom high and dry. He ended up down on this side of the town, running with some pretty rough guys. He already been busted a couple of times from what I’d heard, once for stealing cars for some chop shop.
I had a rough idea where he hung out, and it didn’t take long to find him and a couple of his crew hanging out on a street corner. I parked across the street and got out and headed his way. I could tell at first he didn’t recognize me and he and the other two guys were eyeing me suspiciously.
“Hey Tony, it’s me Alan, Alan Reid” I called out. I was already in his mind and saw him digging through his memory and then it came to him.
“Relax guys” he told his two friends and then “Alan, how the hell are you man!” and walk up shaking my hand. “What brings your white ass down to this part of town? Oh, and no one calls me Tony anymore, it’s just Jackson.”
“Actually, I was looking for you!” I reply, getting right to the point. “Really, well that is right nice of you man, didn’t think you even remember who I am after all these years. But why do I get the feeling this isn’t just a social call?”
Even though I could see into his mind, I figure I should tread lightly. After all how do you ask someone to break the law for you? “Well, I do need a favor and thought you might know someone that can help me. I need a car to disappear.”
Looking over my shoulder at my car “You tired of that old GTO you got there?” he asks.
“Nah, that’s not the car, it’s a late model BMW that I need to get rid of” I tell him.
“Wow, you run in some pretty well to do circles these days, buddy” he tells me, with just a slight hint of jealousy.
“Not really, the GTO was a gift from my uncle before he died and the Beamer isn’t mine” I explain.
I see his wheels turning for a minute and then he asks “if the Beamer is not yours then why do you need it to disappear?”
“Let’s just say the present owner is not going to need it anymore, but leaving it sit around would raise too many questions” I explain trying not to reveal too much.
“I see” he says after a short pause “sounds like you’re into some deep shit, man. What you do, off someone?”
“No” I again reply, “nothing that drastic.” I figure at this point the less that I say the better.
“So who does the car belong to?” he asks next.
I figure I might as well be up front about that, he’s going to find out anyway once he picks up the car. “A bitchy teacher from my school.”
“Oh, I see” he laughs “is she hot?” Not waiting for an answer he continues “you know that once the car is gone, it’s gone for good. This isn’t some high school prank we’re talking about. This grand theft, and once the car is gone, it ain’t comin’ back.”
I nod my head in agreement “perfect” is all I say.
“So where is this car at?” he asks.
“The teacher’s parking lot at my school.”
“Oh, I see, you expect someone to go into a lit open lot and jack a high end car?” he asks, acting a little exasperated.
“Would these help?” I ask dangling the keys in front of his face.
He nods head “So what kinda cut you looking for? I hear that the kinda shops that’ll handle something like this pay a couple of grand for car like you described. If I can make it happen, how much you goin’ to want?”
“I’m not lookin’ for any money from the deal, have them cut you in or whatever, just consider it a favor for an old friend” I tell him.
“Sure thing buddy, and some day you’re going to have to explain to me what’s going on” he says while shaking my hand. We part ways, and I head out. As I drive home, I reach out to Mrs. Frost’s family. I’m finding that my powers have increased as time goes on. I plant the memory that their mom has had a nervous breakdown and now is in an institution in the mountains of Colorado and can’t be contacted (not that they’d want to anyway). Her husband is to call the school on Monday to have them arrange for a long term substitute.
Once back at my place I secure Mrs. Frost in the basement of the building. I leave her tied up, but for extra measure I also go in to her mind and do some reprogramming. If she somehow gets free, I make her unable to leave the basement. Too, I program her to obey my verbal commands, but I don’t change her reactions to them, so chances are she’ll hate what I have her do.
With Mrs. Frost secure I head up stairs to wait for Fran.
Fran arrives right on time at 7:30.
She greets me with a kiss and “Hello master”. She dressed for the evening too, wearing a tight knee high black skirt and a white button up blouse with very revealing cleavage. She is wearing some sexy, four inch stilettos.
I ask her if she’s hungry, she is, so we get in my car and head to town to grab dinner. After dinner, we head straight back to my place. She wanders around the loft, telling me I have a really nice place. Madeline has done a really nice job decorating.
I pour us both glasses of wine and we sit in the living room for awhile and talk. I can tell we are both impatient, so soon I move in for another kiss, she responds and soon our tongues are fighting a duel in our mouths.
“Oh master, I’ve missed you” she tells me once we break the kiss. I decide I need to find out where this ‘master’ business is coming from, so I probe into her mind. Turns out that she’s always had a fantasy of being taken and owned, being a sex slave. Our episode at the diner triggered that fantasy and so now she’s acting it out. I decide to go along with it for now.
“Slave” I command ‘follow me to the bedroom”
We both get up and go into the bedroom. “Ok slave, strip everything but the heels.” She quickly complies and is soon standing in front of me just in her heels. I can already see drops of moisture in her bush. An idea jumps into my head.
“Slave, to insure that you understand your place, I have decided to punish you; in the next room is my office, and in the top drawer of my desk is my ruler. I want you to fetch it for me so we can begin your training.”
She gives a shudder and says “Yes master” and starts to move towards my office.
“ON YOU KNEES SLUT’ I yell at her.
“Yes master” she answers as she drops to her hands and knees. I’m starting to enjoy this.
I hear her open my desk drawer and then close it again. She comes crawling back into the bedroom, with the ruler in her mouth. “Very good slut, now assume the position” I tell her as I sit on the edge of the bed and motion for her to my lap. She obediently comes over and lies across my lap, with her nice ass point up to me. I gently rub her ass cheeks for a few moments causing her to shiver. I can see her pussy from this angle too and she is getting really wet now.
“Now, I am going to give you ten strokes, and after each one, I want you to count the stroke and thank your master, understand?” I inform her.
“Yes Master!” she responds enthusiastically “thank you for training your slut, master.”
I give her the first stroke, not my hardest, but enough to leave her cheek red WHACK “One – Thank you master!” she responds. WHACK “Two – Thank you master!” and on it goes until we get to eight, which after receiving the stroke, she explodes into an orgasm “OH GOD, OH GOD, YES AAIIIEEE YES, EIGHT, OH THANK YOU MASTER!” she is thrashing around so much on my lap that I almost drop her.
After she calms down I tell her “That is going to cost you five more strokes bitch, from now on you do not orgasm without my permission, is that understood”
“Yes Master” she responds. So then we continue until fifteen without incident. Once we’re finish I tell her how good she did and for good measure rub her sore ass a bit. Then I had her stand up. She smiled and kissed me hard.
“Ok, now strip me slut!” I next command her. For the next couple of minutes she works at getting my clothes off. She gasps when gets my pants and underwear off and my cock is standing at attention.
“I knew you were big, but oh my god, you’re huge!” she exclaimed. She hadn’t seen my cock since I extended its size. “Lesson two, on your knees again bitch, time to pleasure me!” is my next direction. “Yes Master!” she gladly agrees.
She begins by kissing my cock on the tip, tasting my precum. Next she starts licking my dick up one side and down the other. With one hand she starts massaging my nut sack. Then she worked her way back to the tip and then took it into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down till I could feel the back of her throat. I was in heaven as she continued to bob up and down on my cock, my knees getting weaker by the second.
Finally I pull out of her mouth and lie down on the bed, and then have her continue working my cock. I put my hand on the back of her head and start pulling her down more on my cock, fucking her face with it. The angle is better now and I start working my cock down her throat. Fran struggles with it for a bit in her throat, first wanting to gag, and then because she’s having trouble breathing. I tell her to relax and after a bit, it becomes easier for her. Soon she is taking all of it.
Releasing her head, she continues on her own while I allow my climax to build until just before I let it rip; I then pull back until just the first few inches are still in her mouth and I tell her “slave, swallow it all, don’t miss a drop or I’ll punish you.” She nods her head and I let her have it, yelling out “Yes, suck it bitch, suck your masters cock. Swallow my cum, take it all slut!” as I fill her up, she is struggling to swallow it all, but somehow manages to get it all.
“I love the taste of your cum master” she tells me when she finishes swallowing all of it “thank you master.” She then crawls up on me, smashing her tits into my chest as she kisses me again, letting me taste my jism on her tongue.
We lay there for a little while, just kissing and talking, holding each other. I ask her if it’s possible for her to get pregnant. “No silly, I’m pass that point in my life” she sighs “besides I had my tubes tied after the birth of my daughter. But being with you makes me wish I could” she sighs.
We talk for awhile longer, the whole time she has my cock in her hand massaging it. Since I can control that now, I wait a little while before letting it get hard, I’m enjoying the attention she’s giving it.
“Master, I have a question” she says after a while.
I nod my head giving her permission “Master, do you remember when we first had sex at the diner, you made me promise to be your slut, to do as you commanded?”
“Yes, I remember” wondering where she is going with this.
“It fulfilled a fantasy that I have had since I was girl, to be dominated by a man like that. And I know you’ve been playing along as I continue that fantasy tonight, but when you were spanking me, I realized that I want it to be real, I want to really be your slave and I want you to be my master.”
Now I wasn’t expecting this, and I began to wonder if this was the result of my powers, something that I didn’t fully understand. I probe her brain to see if I can see anything that I may have done, but don’t find anything. This is what she really wants.
“Are you sure?” I ask not really knowing what to say. She nods her yes. I think for a bit longer and then ask her “do you understand what that will mean, I would have rules. And I would have other women. And what about your family?”
“I know and accept that, but since you’ve come into my life, I have felt more fulfilled than any other time in my life. My children have their own lives now, and only want me to be happy. My husband and I haven’t been close for many years now, we’ve just been going thru the motions, we’ve even discussed divorce a few times, and my children know it too.
I am over 50 and not sure how many good years I have left, but I want to be your slave for as long as you will have me. To be truly happy for a while is worth it” she concludes.
I decide I need some time to think about this, so I get up, leaving her in my bed and go to the kitchen and pour myself some OJ and then go into the living room to think about this. It’s one thing to make Mrs. Frost my slave, she is a real bitch and deserves, no actually needs it and I look forward to breaking her. I could just mentally switch her, but I think she needs to be broke ‘the old fashion way’. But Fran would be different, she doing so because she wants too.
What a bizarre week it has been. Just a week ago I was out fishing on the river, just an ordinary kid. Now within a week, I have power, money, and sex as much as I ever want. And all I have to do is somehow save the planet from destruction at human hands. What a week. And what Fran’s asking is a heavy responsibility too, she would be dependent on me.
But I do care about her and want her to be happy. I think for a bit longer, but eventually my libido takes over and helps me make the decision for me. If this is what she wants, then so be it. But now I have to somehow formalize the commitment.
Soon I have an idea. First I make a connection with her brain and search her memories for all of her sexual experiences. Pretty vanilla stuff; I now have a plan. So I get up and go back into the bedroom. She has dozed off, she’s sleeping softly.
“SLAVE, YOUR MASTER REQUIRES YOUR ATTENTION” I bellow at her, waking her out of her sleep. She jumps out of bed, she still has her heels on and comes to kneel before me.
“Francine Sanderson, you have requested of your own free will to submit yourself to me. For me to be your master, you willingly give up your free will, all facets of your life, all decisions will be made by your master. You will obey your master no matter what he tells you to do. You will no longer be a person, but instead you will be property owned by me your master; to do with as I please.
Your whole life will be devoted to pleasing me. If you fail to please me, you accept that you will be punished, severely if necessary. If your master ever tires of you and decides to give you to another, you serve your new master as you have me. In public you will refer to me by my name. In private you will address me as master. Do you understand and accept the terms of this binding?”
She looks up at me with tears in her eyes but smiling “Master, I do understand and gladly accept the terms of this binding. I will do my best to please my master, but if I should fail, I will gladly accept any punishment that my master feels is necessary to make me a better slave. And if my master should ever tire of me and give me to another, to please you my master, I will serve my new master to the best of my ability. Your pleasure will be my only concern.”
“In order to truly show your submission and to consummate our new relationship, I have decided that I will fuck you in you ass!” I have read about this, but never have done it, but thought this would be a good way for her to either prove she wants to be my slave or this will give her a chance to back out.
I can tell she wasn’t expecting this, she suck in a deep breath and I could tell she was definitely shook up by this. “May I speak master?” she then asks me.
“NO YOU MAY NOT” I tell her “either get on the bed on your hands and knees or get your things and get out” I hiss.
She bites her lip a little but then walks over to the bed and climbs up on all fours. I walk over and place a pillow between her arms for her to rest her head on and then have her spread her legs apart a bit more to put her in the right position. I then go into the bathroom and get a tube of KY jelly and return to right behind her again.
Again I could tell that she was apprehensive about what was about to happen next, she jumped a little when I started lubing the outside rim of her sphincter. “Relax” I told her in as calming of a voice as I could then I said “slave, I give you permission to be as vocal as you need to be and you also have my permission to cum if you feel the need.”
Then I took and glob of lube, coating my finger and then stick the finger in her ass, causing her to clench her ass clamping down on my finger like a vise. Again I tell her “Relax” and she slowly calms down some. I remember reading somewhere that if she’d push like she trying to take a dump, it’ll go easier, so I suggest that to her. I feel her push, and suddenly my finger sinks up to the knuckle.
At this point she’s panting a little, trying to adjust to having something in her ass. I give her a few moments to adjust and then start working my finger in and out, fucking her ass with my finger. After a few minutes of this, I pull my finger out of her ass. Her hole is slightly larger now than when we started. Again I use more lube, this time lubing two fingers. She let’s out a small squeal, but pushes again and soon I have both fingers buried to the knuckle. At this point she’s whimpering “oh god, oh god it hurts.”
Again I tell her to relax “it’ll get better in a bit, soon as you get use to it.” I leave my fingers buried for a bit longer this time and eventually I feel her adjust and relax, so I begin working both fingers in and out for awhile. Soon I hear her moan “yes, that feels wonderful, yes, soo good.” She now is wiggling her ass a bit and pushing back against my hand, trying to get it deeper into her.
After awhile, I take out my fingers and look at her hole again, it is not as twice as large as when we started. I figure one more time ought to do the trick. This time I lube three fingers and start to push them in. This time she’s ready for me, she’s already pushing out and so my fingers slip immediately in to the knuckle. Still she screams out in pain “OH GOD, YOU SPLITTING ME IN TWO!!!” Again I wait for her to relax which takes a little while, but finally I hear let out a big breath and feel her relax. Slowly I work all three fingers in and out of her.
Soon she is moaning and groaning and building up towards an orgasm again. I let her build for awhile but I pull out before she gets over the top. She seems disappointed that I stop. Now it is time to seal the deal.
I offer her one last chance to back out “ok, now for the real deal. I’ll give you one last chance to change your mind. Your freedom and your old life or your new life as my slave, it’s your choice.”
“Master, please fuck my ass with your huge cock, make me your slave, make me your slut, use me anyway you want!”
Nothing more to say, I lube up my cock real good and her ass. Then I line my cock up with her ass. She is pushing out like before as the tip of my cock makes contact with her sphincter, I push and the head slips in to her ass. She screams out “OH GOD, YOU’RE SO HUGE, MY GOD, YOUR SPLITTING ME IN TWO!!!!”
At this I kinda have to laugh, although it’s probably not that funny but “I’m barely in!” is all can say to her. But I wait a moment for her to calm down, and then I feel her push again, so I lunge forwarded again, this time getting about half way in.
“GOD, MY GOD, YOU’RE KILLING ME, IT HURTS, IT HURTS SO BADD!!!” Now I feel kinda bad for her, after all I’m not really a bad guy. Again I wait until she relaxes again and pushes out. One more lunge and I buried all the way in, her ass against my pelvis, and she screams at the top of her lungs “IIIIIIEEEEEEEAAAAAA, OH AAAEEEIIIII, MY IIAAAEEE, GODDDDDD!!!!!” Then she starts panting like a woman in labor,
“Take your time, what ever you need to get use to it” I tell her. Thanks to lube it wasn’t hurting me much, other than the viselike grip her ass had on my dick. Slowly over several minutes though, I feel her ass relaxing its grip, her panting slowing down. It seems like an hour, but it really only about five minutes and she was finally relaxed enough for me to start working it in and out.
Going slow at first, I start to thrust in and out of her ass. After a couple of minutes, her pain has turned to pleasure. I hear her moaning again “Oh Yeah, now it feels good, soooo soooo good! Master I love having you fuck my ass, it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had” I start to pick up the pace and intensity, soon slamming my cock in and out of her. Again at the top of her voice she’s screaming “OH YES, THANK YOU MASTER FOR FUCKING THIS SLUTS ASS, SOO GOOD, OH GOD, SOOOO GOOOD, I FEEL SO FULL, FUCK YES, FUCK THIS SLAVES ASS, I AM YOUR’S MASTER, YES YES I BELONG TO YOU”
I can tell she’s nearing the pinnacle and so am I, this is one of the most awesome things I think I have ever done. I reach around and find her engorged clit and begin to rub it furiously. “OH SHIT, OH SHIT, SOOO GOOOD, NEEVVEERRR FELT SOOO GOOD, I’M CUMMING, I CUMMING, IIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!”
She is convulsing under me, I can barely hang on as she’s all over the place. I feel in my hand her pussy is squirting fluid like she’s taking a piss. I let go with my own orgasm “YES OH FUCK YES!!!” as I fill her rectum with sperm. She collapses, onto the bed, evidently she’s passed out. I flop over next to her and work on catching my breath. I’m thinking to myself ‘that was awesome; I’ll have to do that again.”
A few minutes later, she stirs, rolls over and looks me in the eyes “Thank you master for making me your slave” and then she kisses me again. “Did your slave please you master?” she then asks.
“Yes, you pleased your master very much” I reply and I kissed her again. We cuddled for awhile and then we both drifted off to sleep.
I slept in the next morning and when I woke Fran was gone, but there was note on her side of the bed.
“Master, you were sleeping so soundly and peacefully, I did not want to wake you, I hope this does not displease you. Last night was the most incredible night of my life, and I’ll never forget it. I am going home to take care of some business, but I will see you soon.
Yours alwaysYour Slave Fran”