The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The executive Suite at the Radisson was a favorite of Laura’s. It had several rooms, plenty of furniture, and was very quiet. The hotel had hosted enough rock stars there to know how to mitigate the noise of exuberant guests. The party had started early, around 3pm. There were reasons for this, Laura knew. After all, she had helped plan it.

For a birthday party for a relatively new Assistant Professor in a relatively small department, the guest list was rather extensive. President Lindegren showed up briefly to pay his respects. That he got an invitation from Laura through one of his new administrative assistants probably helped. That two of the four new girls already reported back to Laura that within their first week on the job, they’d already managed to give him under-the-desk blowjobs, was a testament to how successful this new arrangement was going to be. Other faculty members from the department, those that helped with the grant, and a few administrators also showed up. It was all above board and classy without seeming extravagant. There was plenty of food and drink, but nothing got out of hand.

“If this is your idea of a joke, Laura, I’m not impressed. I could have used this time to do something more…productive.” Cynthia’s double meaning was perfectly clear to Laura. Laura had promised the curvy blonde a ‘fun’ time, and Laura’s emphasis on ‘fun’ carried all the connotation that Cynthia was known to enjoy.

Laura turned to Cynthia and smiled. “Don’t worry – this is just the public face of the party. You’ll have ample opportunity to get to know Heather and Dr. Walters a little better soon enough.” Laura knew that Cynthia’s frustration had more to do with general horniness than any real obligation to the sorority. After all, Heather was a knockout and Dr. Walters was certainly living up to the hype…so far. “By the time you leave here…probably tomorrow morning…you’ll be spelling ‘sinful’: C-Y-N-F-U-L-L!”

Cynthia’s eyes lit up at that, but she quickly hid her excitement. “Is he REALLY that good, Natalie?” Cynthia’s question was directed at Laura’s former pledge who had joined them.

She looked at Laura before responding. “It’s okay, you can tell her the truth.”

Natalie’s eyes rolled back and she placed a balancing hand on Cynthia’s shoulder. “You have NO idea.” Natalie’s enthusiastic response sent a shiver through Cynthia and she redirected her gaze at the hunky teacher. His back was to her, but Gregg could feel her sudden spike in lust from across the room.

The trio of hot blonde Omega Xis didn’t go unnoticed by other guests. Every man there made sure to give glances that were just a bit too long to be appropriate. It was nothing unusual for the trio, so they just continued their conversation.

After putting her lust ice for a moment, Cynthia turned back to Laura. “So, what was with the book through the window a few days ago?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it?”

“Well, for a minute I thought Brittany had returned! Your scream sounded just like hers. You know, when she was president, I think she devoted half her discretionary budget to replacing the glass in her window. I hope these outbursts don’t come with the job.”

Laura let that comment roll off her. Cynthia was bored and was baiting her to get a rise. Laura didn’t take the bait because she knew that soon enough, Cynthia would be one of her best friends…especially if it meant she could hang out with a very intimate group of individuals. In fact, Laura noticed that Cynthia’s attention was already redirected.

“Is that the famous E’dan?” she asked looking at the incredibly muscular individual by the deli-tray. He was wearing a simple black polo shirt and black jeans…both of which looked to be painted on and outlined every bulging muscle in his massive body. “Rachel told me so much about him…and his wife.” When E’dan was released from the hospital, Laura had sent Cynthia’s pledge, Rachel, over there to ‘help E’dan recover.’ Rachel had apparently thoroughly enjoyed her time with the pair and had filled Cynthia in on the details. Laura made a mental note to make sure Cynthia and E’dan were properly introduced…assuming it was okay with Rivkah (and Laura had no doubts about that…especially after today!).

Cynthia turned her attention to Natalie, asking her all sorts of details about E’dan and his wife, which Natalie was eager to share. Clearly, she was validating what she’d already heard from Rachel. Not needing to be part of the conversation, Laura turned her attention to her master.

Across the room, Gregg was chatting with one of his colleagues in the corner and it was clear that the guy talking was incapable of picking up on Gregg’s body language that screamed “SHUT UP!!!” But the guy just kept on talking. Laura wondered why he just didn’t use his powers to get him to leave. Probably too polite.

As if her thoughts were a trigger, Gregg’s voice suddenly popped in her head. It was a surprise since he’d never communicated with her in that way before. ‘Why the long face?’

Laura did her best to hide her surprise by taking a slow sip of her drink. ‘Are you talking to me or am I just imagining this?’

Gregg smiled and glance in her direction while the continuing to endure the verbal barrage from his colleague. The guy served on the History/Anthropology department’s hiring committee with Gregg…and, as Gregg just learned, he was a complete misogynist. Gregg had made the mistake of suggesting the department consider hiring someone more versed in feminist theory and the guy was giving Gregg an earful on “revisionist historians.”

‘No, Laura. It’s really me. You seem sad.’

‘Master, it’s your birthday. You shouldn’t be worrying about me. Tonight we’re going to do something very special for you and you shouldn’t be distracted.’

‘I could order you to tell me. You wouldn’t disobey me, would you Slave?’

Laura was surprised by that, despite the thrill that coursed through her body whenever he called her that. It was as close to a threat as he’d given in a long time. Laura wasn’t sure, but Heather seemed to be watching them both while engaged in a conversation with her own advisor.

‘I know, Master. Just enjoy the party…we can talk later.’

Laura felt something like pressure inside her head. It only lasted for a second when she heard a booming, ‘Gregg! Don’t you dare!’ It was Heather. Laura was completely stunned that she’d heard Heather’s voice inside her head.

She watched the two of them. Clearly the mental dialog was now just between the two of them. While no words were being spoken out loud, the messages were all too clear. First Gregg’s face flashed anger, then Heather’s flashed even greater anger. Then hers switched to placating, then his turned sheepish. Then hers turned mischievous, and then his turned hot.

‘Laura,’ Gregg’s voice returned to her head. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to read your thoughts. Heather was right. But I’m worried about you, you understand that I hope. I don’t like seeing you sad. Can you forgive me?’

Laura had to fight back a tear at her master’s compassion. It was becoming an annoying habit that whenever he showed her kindness she was both surprised and moved. It just wasn’t something she was used to…as recent events made all too plain. ‘There is nothing to forgive, Master.’

Shortly after five p.m., all the ‘outsiders’ had left and Gregg was left with just his closest friends (plus Cynthia). They had moved to the sitting room and arranged chairs and sofas in a big circle. Rivkah and E’dan were there – Rivkah with her hand on her stomach even though her pregnancy hadn’t even begun to show. Still, she looked radiant. E’dan had recovered from his encounter with David and didn’t seem to suffer from any lasting effects. Rachel could attest to that! If anything, the big guy seemed intent on proving his virility – he was getting to be a bit much for even Rivkah to handle alone…thankfully Emily was spending a lot of time with them recently.

Emily sat beside E’dan, sandwiching him between her and Rivkah. In a way, the Israeli couple had adopted her, and she stayed with them whenever she wasn’t in her dorm or with Gregg and Heather.

Chad and Charli were seated on the love seat. Both had grins because they both had secret gifts and neither could wheedle the secret out from the other. They’d both had a long night… “arguing” about keeping secrets…an argument that, if stamina allowed, they’d have every night.

On the large sofa sat Laura, Natalie, and Cynthia. Sitting together, the three sexy blonde Omega Xis really did look like sisters, and not in just the sorority sense of the word. Laura could see in the eyes of the three guys left that breaking up the trio would be a sad, sad thing.

Lastly, Gregg sat in an oversized chair and Heather was perched beside him on its arm.

“Okay Gregg, it’s time for your gift,” she said. There were smiles all around and Laura could see that Gregg was getting hard already.

Heather pulled an envelope out from behind her and handed it to him. He opened it and his face went from joy to confusion. He read it again. While his face furrowed in confusion, the girls’ faces grinned.

“What is it?” both Chad and E’dan asked, neither being included in the gift.

Gregg smiled weakly. “It’s a trip for two to the Wisconsin Dells.” Gregg did his best not to let his disappointment show through. It’d be fun, he guessed…

“I can’t bear it!” cried Emily. “The look on his face is priceless. Heather…please tell him!” She was near tears trying to hold in the laughter.

Heather plucked the tickets out of the envelope and carried one over to E’dan and the other to Chad. “Sorry guys, the tickets are really for you. You leave in a half-hour.” Heather turned to Laura who was already holding out the keys to her SUV. “You can take Laura’s car. It’s downstairs in the garage. You’ll each find a suitcase in the trunk that your significant others packed for you both.”

Both guys looked like babies who’d just had their candy taken away. They were expecting a feast of feminine flesh, but were being shuffled out the door.

“Tonight, Gregg. You get all of us…” Heather indicated the seven women in the room. “Hope you’re up for it.”

The look on Gregg’s face showed that even if he wasn’t he was certainly going to try!

Rivkah turned to her husband. “Sorry dear. But don’t worry. Your cute little graduate assistant will meet you up there. Be sure to share her with our dear Chad, okay?” Rivkah patted her husband affectionately on the cheek. E’dan’s graduate assistant was a known diversion and Rivkah had even joined the two of them occasionally when E’dan’s research took him up to Wisconsin. To both their delight, neither woman seemed to mind sharing the big guy.

Cynthia was mildly disappointed that she wouldn’t get to sample E’dan…but since neither Natalie nor Laura seemed worried about his absence, her intrigue about Dr. Walter’s stamina was piqued.

Both guys tried to protest, but the women were adamant. All too soon they were ushered toward the door. As Chad was saying goodbye to Charli, he handed her an envelope. “It’s my present for Gregg…but it’s really a present for you.”

Charli opened the envelope with a confused expression on her face. She read it through and yelped in surprise, holding her hand over her open mouth. Everyone watched as she dropped the letter and threw herself around Chad’s neck, kissing him fiercely. “Oh Chad, I love you so much!”

“And I love you too, Charli. Have fun tonight.” Charli kissed him again, but Chad pulled back a bit. “But, not TOO much fun, okay?” He winked and pulled her back into a fierce hug.

Laura reached down and picked up the dropped letter and read it before passing it around the circle. It read:

My Dearest Charli,

I know that you have been keeping yourself celibate from Gregg while allowing me freedom to ‘play’ with our friends. I don’t fully understand your reasons, but if it is because you think I will get jealous, then you don’t have to worry. Gregg may have some skills that I lack, but he’ll never sing along with you at a Blind Guardian concert and he won’t write you love letters in Elvish. So I’m not worried and neither should you be.

Have fun tonight.

Your Chad.

P.S. How’s your Klingon?

“When I wrote that, I didn’t know that I wouldn’t get to be here…but that doesn’t change anything.”

“Chad, I promise I’ll make this up to you.”

“That’s the point…this is me making it up to YOU. The car’s waiting. See you later.”

“I know you and E’dan will have fun with his grad assistant, but remember, there IS more to do at the ‘Dells…”

They kissed again and by the time they separated, the card had made it all the way around to Gregg who read it and was blushing fiercely. So was Charli, but it wasn’t because every eye in the room was on her.

When the door closed behind Chad, Heather took back control. Lights were dimmed and the music was turned on. Heather positioned Gregg in the middle of the sofa and took a seat to his left. Emily sat on his right. To Heather’s left, Charli curled up close and Rivkah sat beside Emily. That left the three blondes. Laura could already feel her own juices boiling and knew that every woman in the room was feeling the same. When her master was horny, all women in the vicinity were horny. Given the feast of feminine flesh surrounding him, Laura was sure even the women 25 floors below in the lobby felt it!

Cynthia didn’t need any explanations, although she was a little surprised at how quickly the party transformed into a free-for-all sex show for this one guy. Her curiosity was piqued and she couldn’t wait to see if it were really possible for this one man to please seven women. She was about to get an education.

This was Laura’s big test for Cynthia. If she was really as much of a slut as rumor had it, then Laura was sure her sorority sister would go along with all the changes she’d intended for the house. Cynthia didn’t disappoint. She and Laura took center stage and held each other close. There was a moment of hesitation as their mutual fears regarding the other’s views of OX’s ban on outright lesbianism were tested. But Cynthia proved braver and leaned in for the kiss that quickly devolved into a wet, noisy tongue duel. Cynthia moved toward Laura’s ear, nibbled the lobe a bit and whispered a confession: “I’ve been wanting to do that since we joined Omega Xi. I know what we’re taught and what we teach the new members, but I’ve wanting to taste you since I met you three years ago. I know the game you’re playing at the house. And if you let me eat your pussy, I’m with you.”

Laura was quick with the reply, “Only after I eat yours…and maybe your ass too.” It was just the kind of kink that drove Cynthia wild. Her fierce embrace told Laura everything she needed to know. Cynthia was hers. It was time to seal the deal.

Without breaking the kiss, Laura snapped her fingers. Natalie came around and began slowly undressing both kissing blondes. It was an unbelievably exciting show and Gregg was getting decidedly uncomfortable. Of course, it didn’t help that Heather and Emily were both kissing him on the face and neck while fondling his body, all while trying to keep one eye on the show at the same time.

There was an odd symmetry to the room as Rivkah and Charli began undressing Emily and Heather all while those two were slowly undressing Gregg. The sex that was beginning to unfold had the precision and balance that could only be the result of some (probably unconscious) effect of Gregg’s power.

Cynthia pulled away to allow Natalie to pull her shirt over her head. At that moment, Gregg’s cock sprang free from his now unzipped pants. She gasped in surprise as she saw its girth from across the room. The rest of the girls giggled at her reaction. While none of them had ever actually “gotten used to” the size of Gregg’s cock, it was still fun to witness the reaction of someone’s first exposure to it. “Oooh, I think I’m going to like this party,” Cynthia said breathily, licking her lips in anticipation. If nothing else, she owed Laura just for giving her an opportunity to enjoy this exquisite specimen of male anatomy.

It didn’t take long for everyone’s clothes to be removed. There was an unhurried air of excitement. Laura led Cynthia to kneel between her master’s legs, letting the new-comer have the first taste. Cynthia gratefully accepted the gift, running her tongue up the incredible length of his cock, from balls to tip. She was joined at either side by Natalie and Laura and Gregg had to admit, the sight of the three blonde girls working their tongues over his cock was almost more than he could handle. It was especially exciting when their tongues would meet over and around the tip. Cynthia particularly seemed to enjoy taking breaks to taste the tongues of her sisters, as if THEY were the real forbidden fruit of the evening.

Gregg almost immediately started funneling his pleasure into the other women in order to stave off what he figured would be a too-quick climax. Laura heard Heather whisper in his ear, “Now now now, dear…no cheating. Just enjoy. We’ve got all night and we’re not worried about your recuperative abilities…” If anyone else besides Laura heard, no one seemed to acknowledge it…or even Gregg’s momentary worried look.

Laura pulled away and crawled behind Cynthia. She had a promise to keep and started kissing and sucking the girl’s rear. Cynthia pulled her face off Gregg’s cock and looked back over her shoulder. She smiled and arched her back, giving Laura better access. Laura didn’t hesitate and quickly rolled onto her back and lay between Cynthia’s spread legs. Cynthia lowered herself onto Laura’s face and took a moment to enjoy the wonderful sensation of Laura’s skilled tongue delving into her pussy. It was deliciously obvious that this wasn’t Laura’s first time eating pussy.

Heather watched and gently grabbed Cynthia’s chin, pulling her in for a kiss. Their tongues dueled while Cynthia reached up to play with Heather’s large breast. She loved large breasts – that was one of the reasons she’d chosen Rachel as her pledge last year. Only as her hand hefted and squeezed its weight did she fully appreciate just how magnificent Heather’s chest was. Cynthia fantasized that if Heather were her pledge, then every night Cynthia would lick and suck and pay homage to these twin ideals of femininity. Maybe once she got voted in as an honorary member, they’d have more time to play.

“Oooh, Heather,” Cynthia cooed, one hand playing with one of Heather’s breasts, the other jacking on Gregg’s cock while Natalie sucked the tip. “You’ve definitely got my vote for honorary membership…and Gloria’s just gonna LOVE you!” She returned to licking and sucking at the extended nipple inches from her lips.

Heather smiled and said, “She already does. She came by my office yesterday. After I proved to her that I used to be a stripper, she tongue-fucked me there on my desk. Luckily we didn’t get caught!” Gregg groaned, remembering all too well just hot Heather’s stripping skills were. If the performance she gave Gloria was half as good as the ones he got, then no doubt Heather had melted Gloria into a puddle of hot sexual goo.

Heather’s frank admission sent a jolt of pleasure through Cynthia. Once she made good on her promise to Laura, she was going to give this one a test ride.

Cynthia turned back to Gregg’s cock and saw that while she was distracted, Natalie had relinquished her position and was behind her, eating out Laura. Laura’s groans of pleasure reverberated up through her own pussy and Cynthia started grinding her hips, quickly approaching her first climax of the evening. But Gregg’s cock wasn’t left unattended. Emily had leaned over and was enjoying herself while Rivkah fucked two fingers in and out of the girl’s pussy. Cynthia couldn’t believe how comfortable everyone was with each other and hoped she got to play with this crowd more often.

Emily noticed Cynthia waiting her turn and reluctantly pulled her mouth off Gregg’s cock. Gregg groaned in frustration and Cynthia knew that he was about done. “Why don’t you finish him off?” the ponytailed nymph offered, still gently fisting his cock, keeping him just at the point of eruption.

Cynthia didn’t hesitate. Laura’s tongue was driving her wild and she knew that she wasn’t the only one moving in for a quick first climax. Sealing her lips around the gigantic cock she sucked hard while letting her tongue dance around the tip. She could feel him buck beneath her and knew that his load was just moments away. Emily reached under and massaged his balls and Heather leaned down and began licking the underside of his shaft.

Gregg grabbed Heather’s and Emily’s hair and held tight, trying his best not to hurt Cynthia as his hips jerked. But Cynthia had sucked more than a few cocks in her life and knew how to ride. Gregg’s cock expanded mightily and with a loud groan, thick ropy spurts of semen flooded into Cynthia’s mouth. She could feel each pulse as his seed splashed off the roof of her mouth and coated her tongue. She resisted the urge to swallow, wanting to see just how virile a man this was. It didn’t take long for her to find out.

When the tremendous flood finally ended, Cynthia carefully pulled her lips free. With her mouth still full of cum, she looked at the women gathered around. All were looking at her with obvious lust, but none more so than Emily. Cynthia couldn’t explain it but she could swear she could feel the girl’s need for this cum. There was an insistent pull in the back of her mind that HAD to just be her imagination. Cynthia felt a sudden desire to please this girl and crooked her finger at the young brunette. Emily immediately smiled and leaned in. Out of the corner of her eye, Cynthia wondered why Heather and Gregg were looking worriedly at each other.

Emily tilted her head back, opening her mouth wide, and Cynthia let Gregg’s cum dribble into her mouth. Even Emily seemed surprised by the size of the load. With the bulk of the load gone from her mouth, Cynthia could concentrate on the work Laura was doing beneath her. As she savored the aftertaste of this man’s cum, her own pleasure peaked and she could yell out her orgasm, her thighs clamping tightly around Laura’s head.

Meanwhile, Gregg’s cum was going on a bit of a journey as each woman passed it on to the next. It became a bit of a game and all the girls were as giggly as they were sexually overheated. Heather was the last recipient and gratefully swallowed.

Much to Cynthia’s delight, Gregg’s cock didn’t seem to diminish one iota. Maybe the stories about him were true…

But first, Gregg had to enjoy his special present. Room was made in the middle of the floor and Charli helped Gregg stand. Everybody else paired off to watch what was sure to be a special event. Cynthia knew who Charli was, having been present at the girl’s humiliation a few months back. Cynthia had felt sorry for the girl then, but Brittany knew all about her kinks and she knew that she couldn’t interfere, lest she be branded the house slut. Just because it was true didn’t mean she wanted people talking about it so openly…But apparently Charli had come a long way since that day. As much as she wanted to watch, she had her own promise to keep and buried her face into Laura’s steamy pussy.

Gregg held Charli close, her face pressed against his chest and was otherwise hidden behind that gloriously thick curtain of black hair. He leaned down and kissed her and she kissed back – tentative at first, but quickly turning insatiable. She was like a volcano that had built up too much pressure. She was finally going to have Gregg inside her again…after months of self-denial. While they kissed, she kept his enormous cock trapped between their stomachs, reverently sliding her hand up and down its massive length.

Foreplay was not an option – she’d waited too long for this moment. She quickly sat back on the floor and pulled Gregg along with her. Hurriedly she positioned him between her legs and guided him in. Chad was no slouch in the sack, but it still took a bit of work for Gregg to fit himself inside Charli’s tight pussy. It was a long, slow descent, but when Gregg had filled her completely, Charli had a look of utter contentment.

Laura watched it all without a bit with jealousy. She’d fucked her master many times and knew just how good it was. But Charli was special and so was this moment. She was so happy to see her friend experiencing such joy. As Gregg began a slow, rhythmic fuck, Laura watched intently, firmly grasping Cynthia’s head with both hands to help guide the woman’s tongue to just the right places…not that Cynthia needed much guidance.

Gregg and Charli seemed to fuck for hours. The minutes ticked by but Gregg showed no sign of slowing or relenting. Charli clung to him as if her life depended on it. While Gregg fucked steadily, Charli’s pleasure would peak and erupt in orgasm, trail off and then peak yet again. Cycle after cycle, Gregg was an incessant fucking machine. It was as if he were making up for all the lost opportunities, pouring months of pent-up passion into one long, steady fuck rather than a shorter, explosive burst.

Their bodies glowed with sweat and passion. Around them, the remaining girls traded partners, pleasured each other, and traded again. With Cynthia and Natalie in the mix, there were endless new combinations to try. All the while, the rhythmic ‘squish-squish-squish’ of Gregg’s fucking plus Charli’s tidal cries of ecstasy provided the background for everyone else’s enjoyment.

At last Gregg’s rhythm picked up and fucked deeper and harder into Charli’s gloriously abused cunt. Gregg’s body tightened, the corded muscles of his torso shining taut and lean. Charli’s legs were tightly wrapped around him, pulling him in ever deeper. One final time they each cried out their pleasure and everyone in the room froze, almost certain they could hear his cum splashing off the inside of her pussy.

They held each other for long minutes afterward, neither daring to move. Neither daring to disengage. Their mouths were open, inches apart, their breath mingled. Sweat dripped off Gregg’s nose onto Charli’s cheek, but she didn’t flinch. Laura watched them in awe. She had had some amazing fucks with her master but nothing reaching this level of intensity.

Now she understood. She finally saw why Charli had been so reluctant to allow herself such pleasure. Gregg and Charli’s lips both moved soundlessly, both using their last reserves of strength to fight saying the words precariously balanced over the precipice. Words that if uttered, could destroy the fragile web that allowed these two to fuck each other without emotional consequence. The simple game of self-deception threatening collapse under the weight of emotion these two had for each other.

Laura finally understood at that moment just how much Charli loved Gregg. That if she allowed herself to say those three little words at this moment of heightened emotional awareness, she would never be able to forgive herself nor be able to face Chad, whom she also loved. She loved Gregg so much, but she loved Chad even more. And Gregg too loved this girl. And unlike his love for Heather, whom he loved more than life itself, his love for Charli was a love unencumbered by his powers. It was a love that was pure and clean, born from two lost souls that in another life may have found each other. But it was impossible for Gregg to admit that love, for his gentle soul that always sought balance and fairness would never be able to come to terms with it. They were three little words that they’d said often to each other, but as friends. And until this moment passed, they both fought for silence.

The room seemed to take a collective breath as Gregg pulled his wet, sticky, slightly flaccid cock from Charli’s pussy. The words remained unspoken and they both smiled lovingly at each other, both having passed this test. They’d proven they could enjoy each other in this manner and not hurt the ones they loved…nor each other.

Cynthia, not privy to all the emotional underpinnings of what had just occurred (or more specifically, what had just NOT occurred) loudly and enthusiastically broke into applause. She was soon joined by others and the seriousness on Gregg’s and Charli’s faces dissolved into embarrassed smiles.

Laura was so moved by what she’d just witnessed that she was fighting to hold back tears. Emily was watching Laura intently, her head cocked to the side as if she were trying to hear something. She chewed her bottom lip in contemplation for a minute and said, “Gregg, why don’t you and Laura head to the shower. She’ll get you cleaned up and we’ll order some Champaign.” She moved some sweat-soaked hairs off her forehead that had escaped her pony-tail, and her stomach rumbled. “Maybe some pizzas too.” Natalie, who was sitting next to Emily on the floor (having just uncoupled from an intense 69 with the vibrant nymph, nodded her head enthusiastically).

Laura looked up at Emily in surprise. Taking her master into the next room was what she most wanted to do, but how could Emily know? Laura wasn’t the only one watching Emily. Heather’s stare was just as intense, and again she and Gregg traded worried looks as he stood from the floor. Cynthia was completely unaware of the undercurrents. While Gregg and Heather tried to figure out if what Emily had just done was a fluke, a coincidence, or something more, Cynthia returned her face to between the stacked red-head’s legs, helping herself to another round of the beautiful woman’s pussy. Heather was forced to abandon her considerations as Cynthia’s talented tongue quickly made her uncaring about whatever else was happening in the world.

Laura also wasn’t given much time to contemplate Emily because when Gregg stood, his half-hard, wet cock dangled directly in front of her face. With absolute love and affection, she pulled him into her mouth, savoring the flavor of the combined juices coating its beautiful form. It didn’t take Gregg long to regain full hardness.

“Uh, Laura…I believe the shower is that way…” said Rivkah from the floor, her arms now cradling a still-limp Charli, gently soothing the raven-haired girl’s forehead. Laura imagined that if Charli died now, it would take the surgeons two hours to remove the smile from her face. Emily scooted over and joined them but she didn’t share Gregg’s and Heather’s worried looks. In fact, she didn’t even appear to notice that she may (or may not) just have done something extraordinary.

Laura stood and led Gregg, her master, into the bathroom. She opened the faucet to the octagonal, glass-enclosed tub and let the water reach temperature. When it was hot enough to cause steam but not painfully so, she routed the water to the three faucets on the side and back walls. She allowed her master first entry and followed immediately thereafter, closing the shower door behind her.

Gregg pulled her into his strong arms, instinctively knowing that she needed to be held. For long minutes, the hot water massaged the weariness from her body, her master’s closeness doing wonders to soothe her.

“Master, during the party wasn’t the time to talk about it, but now that we’re alone, I want you to know why I was so down.” It was a difficult thing to say. Half of her fought against her master knowing that she had been hurt. It was her job to please HIM, not the other way around. But this hurt was such unfamiliar territory that she just couldn’t face it alone. She needed her Master’s…no, she needed GREGG’s help.

Gregg pulled back a little, and looked into Laura’s eyes. With her hair slicked back wet, her blue eyes seemed that much bigger – like twin pools of liquid sapphire. Gregg saw in those eyes, not the chiseled Omega Xi, the president of the most elite sorority on campus, the woman who helped orchestrate the downfall of Brittany Anderson – her predecessor and the once most-feared person on campus. No, all Gregg saw was a scared little girl – one not used to having her heart broken by one she cared about. She had opened her heart to Yasmine, and been crushed. She’d never before allowed herself to feel this way about another individual. Charli was one exception, but they were bound by mutual tragedy. Gregg was her master, so it wasn’t the same. And her feelings for Heather were still defined by subjugation rather than a love of equals. No, Yasmine would have been her first true friend since her rebirth.

Laura stared back into his eyes and nodded once. “Go ahead.”

And without another word, Gregg dove into her mind. She’d expected a rush, a force – but she could feel the care and delicateness of Gregg’s probe. He was weaving through her thoughts as if each were made of the most fragile crystal.

With inexplicable slowness, Gregg forced her to remember. In some small way, Laura had fallen for Yasmine, her peaches and cream complexion, her honey-blonde hair, her child-like face. Gregg could feel Laura’s desire to help this girl, to make her as beautiful as she could be. To allow her into Omega Xi, with the hope that Yasmine would rise above it, and not need to wear the letters that Laura simultaneously hated and yet led. But the suspicions that Laura had chosen to ignore had proven true. The picture she had taken of the girl’s notebook – the one with the shorthand symbols that Charli’s friend had to decipher – that page was the evidence that spoke truth to her lies.

Based on what she’d read in the translation and some subsequent detective work, Laura had learned that Yasmine was a freshman on the school newspaper. She was seeking to make a name for herself by being the one that cracked the secret veil of Omega Xi. It was originally going to be an expose by tracking down boys who had been inside their walls or girls that had been kicked out. So far none of her efforts had proven fruitful, since none would admit any knowledge. Since no insiders would talk to her, she needed to get on the inside herself. She knew her chances were slim, but she hoped that if she pledged, then she could write about how shallow they were, maybe making a case for discrimination.

Laura didn’t know what to think beyond that, after all the notes she had photographed were written that first day they’d met. Laura was torn by the uncertainty – was Yasmine just using her for a story or using her to get into Omega Xi…or both? Did she enjoy kissing her or was it all an act to gain Laura’s friendship. Laura was kicking herself. She was the one who approached the freshman that day after class. No doubt the girl never would have had the courage to approach her herself. But was it real or was the girl just milking the unexpected inside track she’d been handed?

Laura felt betrayed by the girl she liked more than a little. And it was the realization of all that she chose to ignore – in an effort to win this girl’s friendship – that really saddened her: was she truly this desperate just to make a friend?

As Gregg pulled out from her mind, the full weight of the betrayal and her own stupidity finally hit home and she leaned into Gregg’s shoulder and started to cry. He held her like a little girl, unable to protect her from the cruelty that, ironically, was similar to what she used to inflict on others. It was a painful lesson to have to learn again. But Gregg’s sense of justice felt that this time, Laura didn’t deserve it. She was honestly trying to help Yasmine. Honestly just hoping to make a friend.

He pulled her face toward his, the shower water washing away her tears. “Let me know what I can do to help you, Laura.”

She hugged him close again. “You’ve already done so much for me. We should probably get back to the party. Just your listening was all I needed right now.”

Gregg smiled wickedly and turned her around suddenly, pushing her hard up against the back of the shower. She was momentarily stunned by the sudden action. “No SLAVE, I think I know what ELSE you need.” Gregg didn’t use the word “slave” lightly. Ever since the slate between them was cleaned, he’d tried to get her to stop the master/slave relationship…but she wouldn’t relent. It had become as much a part of her psyche as her name. So, on the rare occasions that Gregg deemed to call her “slave,” Laura knew she was about to go for a wild ride.

Her legs immediately clamped together, her sudden rush of excitement making her knees weak…and she knew he hadn’t even used his powers yet. She reached down between their bodies, her hand engulfing his already rampant cock. “Oh yessss, Master,” she hissed. “Oh, God, your slave needs you inside her!”

Gregg lifted one of her legs, set his aim and shoved upward in a single, forceful motion. As his meat slid home, he simultaneously slammed forward with his consciousness. He wanted Laura to know that she was being taken body and soul. Her head lolled back and her eyes rolled up into her head as their minds and bodies joined. Gregg never fully understood her need to be controlled by him – was it due to his clumsiness and inexperience from when he was still just learning his powers or was it some part of her own personality that needed his control? He never knew. It no longer mattered.

Joined, both their senses were heightened. Laura was aware of every muscle in both their bodies, of every pore on both of their skins. She drank in his face and at the same time could see herself through his eyes. His cock quickly and forcefully fucked in and out of her, slamming her repeatedly against the tile wall as water cascaded over both of their bodies. The water, near scalding moments ago felt chill compared to the heat being generated by their bodies. And as her pussy quickly erupted in climax, she could feel what Gregg felt as she clamped tightly and wetly around his thrusting cock. Given the super-intense fuck he’d just given Charli, there should have been nothing left, but as he’d been proven time and again, there was no limit to Gregg’s insatiable power-wrought lust.

His thrusting was like a jackhammer and she locked onto his waist with her legs, her fingers tightening into fists in his hair. He slammed into her so hard and so quickly, she felt sure the tiles would shatter behind her. Her body was so piqued that she almost couldn’t breathe. It was the most glorious fuck her master had ever given her and not something she’d ever trade for all the gold and diamonds in the world.

It felt like hours, but it was over in minutes. He had her pinned to the wall, one hand under her ass with her legs locked tightly around him. He also had a hand tightly entangled in her hair – the pain completely ignored in the wash of pleasure flooding through her body. Gregg buried his face into her neck and with a growl, his teeth bit almost too forcefully, such was the intensity of their fuck. Laura knew that there’d be teeth marks, but she didn’t care. Her body tightened once more, and Gregg thrust once more, and together they screamed once more, neither caring that everyone outside in the suite could hear them.

This was their moment.

Gregg’s seed sprayed inside her and she tightened her legs, trying to pull him even deeper. The gentle swelling and contracting of his penis was like the repetitious beating of his heart, except that he was pumping her full of his life and his desire. She sighed and “oohed” with each spurt. Her knees tightened, trying to force their way through his skin. And as he filled her up, her body became tired and exhausted. But it was the exhaustion of peace and bliss.

Slowly, Laura unlocked her legs, taking her own weight once again on her own feet. Gregg’s cock slid from her cunt like a wet sausage and her hand instinctively moved to cover her mound, trying to keep his precious seed inside her for just a little longer. So long had Omega Xi stressed that their girls should always use condoms to prevent disease and pregnancy, but Laura felt blessed that she could feel such exquisite pleasure, safe in the knowledge that her master would protect her from both.

Once again, Gregg held Laura close. As his mind withdrew from hers, Laura saw the truth of her master. She saw how it was possible for all these women to love him so unconditionally. Laura was certain that each girl tonight was going to have some kind of emotional experience, except maybe Cynthia and Natalie. The party was meant as a simple “drown him with female flesh” party, but Laura truly saw just how deeply Gregg’s feelings were for each of these women in his life.

And as if her thoughts had wings, Gregg squeezed her a little tighter and whispered in her ear, “I love you, Laura.”

“No…no Master…don’t—” she begged

“Shhh. Just listen to me. I love you, and I love Charli...and I love Emily and Heather…I also love Rivkah and Natalie. The love I have for each of you is different, but no less real.”

Tears were again flowing freely down her face. “I…I love you too…Gregg.” It was the first time she’d said the words out loud. And that’s why she’d used his name. She loved Gregg – Gregg the person. Gregg, the one with the heart so big, he could love a half-dozen women and they wouldn’t be jealous because each love was unique. ‘Master’ was just a role, a manifestation of their unique love. But it was Gregg she loved.

For a minute they kissed – not like master and slave, but like true lovers. Finally, Laura pulled away, wiping tears from her face again. She took a deep cleansing breath. “Okay. I’ve kept you to myself long enough. You have five more women to pleasure…and that’s just the first round!” Laura felt strangely refreshed. She still felt the sting of what Yasmine had done to her, but right now, basking in the glow of her love for Gregg…it didn’t really matter. It was something she would deal with later.

Laura soaped up a wash cloth and meticulously, but quickly, cleaned Gregg’s body. She rinsed him off with the detachable shower nozzle then dropped to her knees to inspect the quality of her work…with her tongue. “I think Master is ready for whoever is next.”

Gregg’s smile turned slightly serious. “You know you don’t have to call me Master anymore.” It was a futile argument, but given how close he had just felt to her, he thought he’d try again.

Laura looked up at him while gently stroking his cock back to full hardness for his next partner. Her eyes danced with love, as if saying, “I love that you keep trying…but it’ll never happen.”

“I know…But you ARE my master...”

Gregg sighed in mock exasperation, even as Laura filled her mouth with as much of his cock as she could take. “I could make you stop calling me that.”

She released his cock and smiled up at him fondly, like a parent trying to be patient with a stubborn child. “I know that too, Master. But you won’t do that either. You love me, remember?” She said it flatly, like an absolute truth. As certain of those words as she was that the sun would rise in the East tomorrow morning.

Laura leaned back on her knees and opened the door to the shower. She made no move to leave herself. “When you get dried off, send Charli in. After what you did to her, I’m certain she could use a quick cleaning herself.”

Gregg stepped out and grabbed a towel, making a mental note that they’d probably need more before the night was through. “If the shower you give her is anything like the one you gave me, I don’t think there’ll be anything ‘quick’ about it.”

Laura just smiled wickedly and closed the door, taking the brief minutes before Charli arrived to clean herself. “Have fun. We’ll join you shortly…Master.”

Laura sat back in the tub, the water from the three nozzles converging over her body.

It was the happiest night of her life. And by the time the shower door opened to admit a slightly worn-looking Charli, Laura knew what she was going to do about Yasmine.