The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So, please indulge me one last time—are there any limitations to what I can wish for?”

“None. Like I have told you each previous time you have asked.” The light inside of the urn replied. Its disembodied voice was, as always, melodious and pleasant to listen to, if a little distant.

“Then, I am finally ready to make my wish.” I told it, trying to keep my excitement in check.

We had bought the weird-looking urn on a complete whim from a flea market in a small town we had passed through on one of our first trips together as a couple. Hannah, my wife who was back then still just my girlfriend, had spotted the urn, hidden among heaps of similar-looking kitschy garbage. Even though we had both laughed about how ugly the urn was, it definitely clashed with what most people would consider as sensible aesthetics, we had purchased it. It would be a great memory of a wonderful vacation if nothing else. We got a shock to say the least when the urn had begun to speak to us as soon as we had placed it in the backseat of our car. The shining light held inside of the urn had presented itself as a nature spirit, so grateful to have been purchased and thus “freed from its shackles” by us that it would grant us a wish each.

I had immediately been ready to wish for a bunch of money or good fortune, but Hannah, wise as always, suggested that we should wait a while before deciding what to wish for. After confirming with the spirit of the urn that it would be fine with us holding off on our wishes, Hannah and I had brought the urn back home with us. Eventually, it found its place in a corner of our bedroom and just remained there as a curious decoration.

Through the years that had followed, the spirit had grown into a sort of pet, or perhaps even an odd kind of roommate to us. The spirit seemed to appreciate our company and we it, and it did not seem to mind much that we kept putting off actually wishing for something.

Hannah and I were still a young couple, still much in love, but the spontaneity and unprovoked expressions of love from our first years together had started to fade along with mounting responsibilities from work and adult life in general. Recently, Hannah had begun breaching the up until then forbidden subject of kids and our future together. I tried my best putting such discussions off, telling her that I was still not ready for kids as of yet.

My answer frustrated Hannah, but she could see my point of view—our careers were finally taking off and kids now would risk ruining that. At the same time I recognized that it was unfair of me to ask her to wait for much longer; as a woman nearing thirty she could not wait much longer to start a family. We had had our first big fight over this a few days ago, and though we had made up in the end, the issue of kids and our long-term plans for the future was still not resolved.

Hannah was out of town for a business meeting and had left me to my own devices in our quite spacious apartment. I knew she would not be back before tomorrow afternoon at the very earliest. After returning late from a busy workday, I had settled with playing video games to distract myself but I could not help mentally retreading our fight shortly before Hannah had left and how it had made me feel. Unfamiliar feelings and emotions simmered in me, bothering me. ”Was it anger I felt? Why? What she said made total sense, didn’t it? We were married and old enough to finally start a real family...” My thoughts pricked at me, bothering me more and more until I shut the video game off. It was finally time to ask the spirit of the urn to grant me my wish!

All thanks to Hannah’s wise suggestion all those years ago, I had gotten lots of time to ponder what to wish for. I had asked the spirit of the urn about the scope of its powers many times, and every time I had received the same answer: There was no limit to what I could wish for, and there was no limit to the spirit’s power. It would only grant one wish to each of us and would disappear after this duty had been fulfilled, though. Given this, what to wish for was obvious.

“I wish for unlimited wishes.”

“That... was unexpected. Your wish is granted.” The disembodied voice from the urn seemed startled.

“You’re surprised?”

“Yes, I never imagined that one of you mortals would wish for more wishes. How quaint!” The voice, as always, pleasant like a spring breeze.

“Really? I figure asking for more wishes would be most people’s first thought after being told you’d only grant one. Humans are greedy to a fault, no? Isn’t that why most genies have rules against a wish for more wishes?”

“That may be true. I’ll have to consider this going forward. The last wish I granted before I came into your possession blessed a hungry hunter with a docile buffalo for him to kill, slaughter and skin. Before that, it was a wish for rain and a good harvest. You humans seem to have evolved quite a bit since—”

“Well, enough chit-chat.” I interjected to stop the spirit’s musings. “I wish that you would never hurt me in any way and that you will always interpret any uncertainties with my wishes in what would be the objectively most beneficial outcome for me.”

“Your wishes are granted. Gosh, it feels so weird to grant more than one wish to the same mortal! But why would you feel a need to wish for such things, my friend? Why would you ever think I would hurt you? You are dear to me!”

“Well, it’s just a bunch of silly wishes, right?” I agreed with a laugh. “Umm... Let’s see... I wish you would leave the urn and take a physical form. You’ll... Y-your appearance, behavior and mannerisms will be exactly like my wife Hannah’s from a few years before we met, shortly after she turned eighteen!” I surprised myself as soon as I spoke my next wish aloud. I had fantasized about giving the spirit a physical form many times in the years since we had gotten it—but in my fantasy I had always shaped it to look like one of my favorite pornstars, or a fantasy of a woman I’d like to see take shape. It had never crossed my mind I would want it to look like my wife. At least not consciously.

The light in the urn died out and suddenly, a more than ten years younger version of my wife stood next to it, in my bedroom. She seemed surprised, peering with great scrutiny at her hands and then laughed a bubbly laugh. “This will be such a fun surprise! You’re planning to surprise Mrs. Hannah when she comes home, right?!” She smiled widely, showing off perfect white teeth.

The young version of Hannah wore a plain, tight-fitting t-shirt and jean shorts that brought my attention to her long, supple legs. ”Hannah used to dress this way all the time before, didn’t she?” I realized. I had grown so used to seeing my wife either formally dressed up when going to work, or in sweatpants and big comfy sweaters when at home, that I had kind of forgotten. The Hannah before me looked so goddamn cute smiling at me all innocently!

“Yeah, that’s uhhh... right, we’ll surprise her. Totally.” I answered while my mind was spinning. The spirit in the shape of my wife Hannah tittered, excited. “But... my wife is still at home, isn’t she? I wish we were married!”

The spirit that looked like Hannah’s laugh stopped and she gasped. A plain golden ring appeared out of thin air around her finger. “Your wish has been granted and we are married, dear husband. But what about Mrs. Hannah, your other wife? Ummm... I’m a s-spirit, not a human, so how can we be married? It just does not make sense...” She seemed shocked while she tried to grasp at the implications of my wish. “I... do you... p-perhaps wish for me to make it legal for you to have multiple wives? I’ll cause lots of problems for you and Mrs. Hannah from now on otherwise, right?”

“What do you mean? You’re my wife, Hannah, aren’t you?” The young girl in her tight clothes in front of me remained extremely confused, gazing up at me with big expressive eyes—not comprehending what I was saying. I swallowed nervously before I continued speaking. Wishing for the spirit to take physical form had gone in a completely different direction than what I had originally envisioned, but... it did excite me to see my wife, or at least a version of her, look at me like that. Uncertain and dependent. In need of me and my support.

“I wish that you have no recollection or memory of ever being anything other than my wife Hannah. It is not weird at all to you that you are able to grant your husband’s wishes. You would never grant wishes to yourself or to anybody except for him, though.”

For a brief moment, the girl looked scared. Then, all fear and confusion simply seemed to evaporate. She blinked a few times and settled down. “Wishes granted.” Hannah smiled at me. “I... what were we talking about again, dear?”

“Oh, not much. Just how much you love me. I wish you were madly in love with me.”

She gasped again as my new wish imposed itself on her. Then, her now flushed face shone with another sweet smile and she drew close and hugged me hard. “Of course I’ll grant that wish, dear. But you didn’t need to wish for it, silly. Naturally, I’d love my kind and cute hubby soooo much!”

Hugging her, I pulled her down with me on top of our bed. “Yeah? Well, I wish you loved me more than anything. I wish that you are not simply madly in love with me, I wish that you unquestionably know that you belong to me, body and soul.” I whispered to her.

She listened and then both moaned and groaned while she embraced me harder than my wife had ever done before. “W-wishes granted. Gosh, you’ve made my head all fuzzy... I f-feel so weird when I look at you now!” She continued hugging me as tightly as she could, brushing her soft face and lips against me. She breathed deep, as if she needed to breathe in my scent. “I could remain like this forever, dear. Just feeling you against me, feeling your kindness and warmth...”

I kissed her and we remained like that for a while, laying on the bed together. My teenage wife snuggling as close to me as was humanly possible, and then some. There was not a shred doubt in my mind that she did not love me with all of her heart—I had wished for it, after all.

“Hannah,” I finally broke the silence. “I want you to address me as your Master, understood?”

“Umm... yeah, I guess... It’s a fetish thing for you, right? I’ll... I’ll do it for you of course, dear Master!” She seemed hesitant about it, but would naturally comply with the request of her more than beloved husband.

Though she was much younger now, it did not surprise me that an independent and willful woman like Hannah would be far from thrilled to call a man her Master, no matter how much she loved him. ”That just didn’t do at all.” I thought and an unexpected flash of something like anger sparked within me. I carefully considered what to say for a few moments, pondering the wording of my wishes, and then I finally spoke.

“Hannah, I wish that every part of your being were acutely aware that while it may please me to call you my wife, you are truly nothing more than my slave and an always willing whore solely for my pleasure. I wish you would always be mindful that you are my lesser and that you willingly defer to me in all things.”

Yet another light, but now also shocked and scared, gasp came from from the girl when my latest wishes became her truth. “Your wishes have been granted. Do you require anything more from me, my Master?” She then replied, her sweet voice now demure while she cast down her eyes, not daring to look straight at me anymore.

”That was more like it.” I broke Hannah’s tight embrace and pushed her down on her back atop the bed while I straddled her. Whatever mental gates I had consciously or unconsciously erected had all burst and my darkest desires seeped out. “Yeah, there’s a lot more I require! First of all, your body should fit your status as a whore for my pleasure, don’t you agree?” I began tearing at the tight t-shirt of the girl pinned beneath me, clutching it and pulling it over her head, revealing the full and appetizing breasts underneath. Before, I had considered myself as lucky to have a wife with such an ample bust. Now, I grabbed her exposed tits and and twisted them. “Your boobs are a fucking eyesore, Hannah! I wish your tits were huge and hypersensitive.“

“Y-your wishes be granted, Master.” Hannah moaned as her breasts ballooned up underneath me. I maintained my grip of them while they grew. My grubby hands on her swelling bosom seemed to cause Hannah both pleasure and pain due to how sensitive her new breasts had become and her tits swiftly grew from a more than modest size to something straight out of a porn mag.

“That is far from big enough, you dumb whore!” I shook my head, digging into her titty flesh with my hands. “I wish that each of your breasts were much bigger than your head, yet still perky!”

“Please forgive your stupid whore of a wife, Master!” The woman pinned beneath me weakly whimpered, her voice drenched in deep shame. “Is this more pleasing to you?!” As per my request, the already huge breasts ballooned up even more. The end result did not look humanly possible anymore.

“That’s more like it. Follow me, Hannah.” I got off her and stood beside the bed.

Hannah made and attempt to sit up, but the sheer weight of her new assets made the effort a struggle. I considered keeping her like that for a moment—to see the woman who had been hesitant to submit to me just moments ago struggle so under the joke of a body I had forced on her was a treat. But I decided against it.

“I wish that your body is strong enough to carry your new breasts without any problem, and that you can move around as normal still.” I sighed with disappointment when I made my wish.

“Thank you, Master. Your wishes have been granted.” Hannah said and sat up. Even when she sat up, her breasts remained perky and without almost any sag as per my request, even though the sheer weight of them should make it impossible. “I am so lucky to have such a kind and thoughtful Master as you.” Hannah smiled shyly at me while she sat upright on the bed—exposed—her engorged breasts spilled out over her thighs.

It was too much! I pounced at her, pushing her down on the bed again. Hannah moaned deeply when I began sucking at her inflated and hypersensitive boobies while I pulled off both her shorts and underwear in one swift motion. She was more than ready for me—her Master—with her slutty slave pussy soaked completely. I slid a finger inside of her and could feel her body’s undeniable need for more of me. Yet, as turned on as she apparently was from my attention, Hannah remained relatively silent and passive, laying almost still, moaning hard while I enjoyed her.

“What’s with the dead fish routine, Hannah? Don’t you want your Master to fuck you?” I asked, my voice tense with excitement over my big-titty wife’s banging new body.

“No! No, Master, p-please don’t misunderstand!” She immediately replied, her voice quaking both from worry elicited by my question, but also from how my finger touched her innermost parts. “I love you! I love you so goddamn much!! And I want to—need to!—feel my body be used and enjoyed by you however you desire!” When she vocalized this desire, she moaned even harder, and I could feel how her pussy tensed and gripped my finger. “I e-exist solely for your pleasure after all, Master. You know that! But I... I d-don’t dare to do something that could displease you! If I did do something wrong, something you’d find l-less attractive I could never forgive myself! So I... I just want you to use me and enjoy me in any way you want. P-please forgive your dumb whore wife, Master!”

I chuckled slightly at that and bit down on her tit and nipple. She yelped in response. “Hannah, I’d like for you to climb on top of me and ride me, reverse cowgirl. I want to see you act like a real slut, and I desire for you to make me come with your whore cunt and slut body.”

“I... Thank you, Master! I’m so glad! So happy you want me!!” Hannah’s immediate reply was almost hysteric with joy.

She began to get up from under me, still struggling a bit due to the sheer size of her bosom. But I grabbed her by her arm while she was rising and held her in place. Leaning close to her ear, I whispered.

“Hannah, I wish that there is nothing more important to you in this moment than to climb on top of me and let me fuck you in reverse cowgirl. I wish that you’d be reduced to less of a human girl and more of ravenous horny beast until you’ve felt my warm cum blast into your hungry pussy.”

The change was instantaneous. All traces of cuteness and innocence evaporated to be replaced by a grimace of lust. Hannah struggled to get out from under me, grunting and moaning like possessed. If not for my wish that she was forbidden from hurting me, she would most assuredly have bitten and scratched me in her struggle to get up. I held her down for a while, enjoying to see her struggle under the overwhelming lust before I finally let go. As soon as I allowed her to, my needful wife pushed me down on my back and climbed on top of me. She turned around, giving me an excellent view of her toned back and firm ass before she swiftly and unceremoniously impaled herself on my hard penis. All the way to the bottom of my shaft immediately. The sound she made when she hungrily accepted me inside of her was almost not human, but more of that of a frantic slut in heat.

Seeing the cute and innocent young girl I had created tremble up and down my penis, her huge breasts visible to me from behind of her, bouncing along with her frantic rhythm, I did not last long. Hannah wail was bestial when I released my seed inside of her, her whole body twitching and squirming while her pussy cramped against my dick. Finally, the spell was broken, and she fell back on top of me—an exhausted and panting mess. Hannah immediately snuggled tightly into her Master’s embrace.

After a long time quiet while I hugged her, Hannah finally whispered “You made me feel... so crazy, Master.” Her voice pure devotion.

“Yeah, that was pretty intense, Hannah.” I agreed while I kissed her forehead. She moaned softly in response to my gentle treatment. I planted kisses trailing across her face towards her ear. I bit her ear teasingly, the girl’s body shaking from how good she felt to be given such kind attention by her Master. While she was still purring from my show of gentleness, I surprised her by grabbing one of her inflated tits hard. Hannah jumped to attention immediately with a slutty moan. While she moaned, I whispered straight into her ear: “I wish you would cum right now, Hannah. Twice as hard as you just did.”

Immediately, in response to my latest wish, Hannah’s body tensed and jerked up and down while she still hugged me. The girl grunted and moaned while I groped her chest—her body wracked by the heaviest orgasm I could imagine. The only stimulation she had needed was my words, the complete power I held over her thanks to my now unlimited wishes.

Hannah laid collapsed to me next in the bed. She had finally calmed down, but her sexy body was still twitching slightly. Though, she was still much too out of it to really talk. I got up from the bed and stared at the spent woman beneath me for a while before I said something.

“I wish that you will get pregnant with twins from the sex we just had.” I told her.

“Y-your wish... has been granted, dear Master.”

I guess I had been ready for kids after all. It was just my wife that had needed some minor alterations.

“I’m home, dear!” My wife announced shortly after I had heard the clicking of our door being unlocked. I did not bother to go and greet her by the door, the noises and sound effects from the TV let her know that I was busy.

“Video games again, huh?” I heard Hannah mutter with slight disapproval while she approached.

Hannah walked into our living room and was immediately greeted by the sight of a more than ten years younger version of herself snuggled up in the sofa next to me. The girl in the sofa wore the lingerie panties I had bought for my wife last Valentine’s day, but was otherwise naked. She had her arms wrapped around me, kissing me softly on my neck while she congratulated me on a kill I had just gotten in the game. The soft congratulatory kisses were rudely interrupted by Hannah walking in on us.

“What the hell is going on?” My wife asked, her voice still more confused than angry.

“M-master? Who is that woman? Why does she look like me?” My other wife asked, scared and confused while she still clung tightly to me.

“I wish that the woman who just walked into my apartment would shut her mouth and kneel down next to the sofa until I have time for her and allow her to stand up again.” I said while I rushed behind cover to grab some more ammo in the game.

The Hannah who had been my only wife until yesterday immediately knelt down wordlessly as per my wish and remained like that. “Wish granted, Master. But can you please let me know what’s going on?” Hannah asked, her voice still wary.

“Well, it’s not big deal, but I’ll want to finish this game before I deal with it. Could you blow me first, though?

“Of course! I’d love to, Master.” The young girl purred, my assurance put her mind at ease. Hannah pulled at my sweatpants and with great satisfaction took my dick inside of her warm mouth. Whilst leaning on her giant naked boobs, pushing and rubbing them into me, Hannah gave me an expert blowjob befitting the whore that she really was; thanks to some more wishes earlier the same morning, she no longer had a gag reflex or a need to breath while my cock was in her mouth. Meanwhile, the slightly older woman remained on her knees next to us, unable to move or speak.

I lost the game when there were only four other players left, but when I shot my load down of my hot subservient wife’s hungry throat, I still felt like a winner.

Wiping my dick off on Hannah’s balloon tits, I stood up and turned my attention to the silent and kneeling woman. She was so beautiful like that, but even though she could not move or speak I could sense anger and hurt simmering inside of her.

“I wish that she needs to obey my every command. And that anything I say to her becomes true and unquestionable facts for her.”

“Wishes granted, Master.” My wife happily confirmed, while she licked her lips and tits thoroughly to ensure no drop of my cum was wasted.

“Great! Hannah, you may speak again but—”

“Did you fucking wish for a goddamn dumb and obedient clone of me, you sicko?!” She immediately interrupted me. “And you made me watch silently while she fucking gave you a blowjob!? You’re insane!!” Her face was red and tears pooled in her eyes. But she remained kneeling, unable to stand up while she shouted at me.

“Hey, calm down and remain calm until I tell you otherwise.”

Hannah’s heaving breaths became calm and her face lost its red color. “What... what the hell is this? And what’s the deal with her stupid breast? I thought you liked my body? I’ve always worked hard to keep myself in good shape!” Hannah then asked me in a pleasant and calm voice. She seemed surprised at what she had said, or perhaps how she had said it, and put her hands over her mouth as if to cover it.

“I do like your body... Well, at least I did. But it’s not fair to expect me to settle for just that when I have limitless powers at my command. You understand, don’t you?” I told her.

She sighed, still calm but clearly not satisfied with my answer. “I feel like I should be furious at you for what you said. And this entire situation. But because of what you said before, I just feel so incredibly calm. And on top of it all, I must agree with what you said—you shouldn’t have to settle for normal human-sized breasts when you have limitless power.” She sighed again. “This is so dumb...” Her voice was relaxed and soft while she spoke. “Well, I don’t care for this garbage any longer. We’re through and I’m getting a divorce. Better get a lawyer.”

“Well, I’m still married to you. Both of you are my wives.” I said, pointing at both of the girls paying their full attention to me. Of course I could understand Hannah’s feelings and her hurt at what I had done. I just didn’t care.

“You’re insane. It may be true that we are both your wives, but I don’t want any part of this... Hey, spirit! I wish I could move again, and that this creep fell unconscious!” Hannah responded in a calm and relaxed voice, as loud as she could, towards the open door to the bedroom.

I laughed. “That’s a crappy wish, Hannah. Besides, going by the logic of our spirit, it’d probably be two wishes. I’ve already taken care of it, though. You’d never grant anybody else’s wishes, would you, Hannah?”

My slave wife looked at us, confused. “No way! Why would I allow anybody except for my Master to get their wishes granted?”

“What’s even going on?” Asked the kneeling woman, the question was calm and pleasant.

“That’s it! I’ve finally decided what to do.” I replied, paying no more heed to her questions.

“Hannah,” I turned to my wife laying on the sofa, leaning her body on her tremendous boobs, watching us both with great interest. “You can imagine a slutty harem girl that a guy like me would fantasize about, right? Shiny skin, veils, silks, golden jewelry... perhaps even a slave collar?”

She nodded. “Totally, absolutely! I’ve got a pretty clear picture of what you’re talking about, Master.”

“You’re so great Hannah!” I praised my wife, and she smiled widely in response to my kind words. “I wish that you would make her look like that!” I pointed at the older version of Hannah.

“Okey-dokey! Wish granted, dear Master. I still hope that you could tell me what’s going on, though—”

“Well, I wish you’d stop worrying about it.” I snapped back to shut her up. I was busy appreciating the transformation happening before me.

Hannah was unable to do more than kneel before her husband. She ought to want to scream at him! Attack him! Run away! But she remained on her knees in submission for him while feeling extremely calm, just as he had ordered her to. Every other emotion she wanted to feel was washed over with waves of calm. Peace. Quiet. Complacency.

“Had he always been like this?” She wondered. Her husband was so sweet to her. Had he always secretly desired for her to act like his big-breasted bimbo copy that had been so happy to suck his dick just minutes ago? Hannah once again recognized both how weird and scary it was that she could not feel anger or hate towards him for any of it. She just felt calm and relaxed. So infuriatingly calm!

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted and her skin burned like it was on fire! Her body ached and her head spun! After a short intense burst, the pain subsided and she once again felt nothing but calm.

Hannah looked down and around at the floor to see if there was something she could perhaps grab and use as a weapon when she could finally move again. When she could think straight again! She tried to look down, at least. She found that she could no longer even see her thighs anymore! Just two huge breasts, barely covered by pink and white transparent silky sheets, slim golden chains hanging from them connected to nipple studs and the veil she suddenly wore. The color of the foreign giant breasts, and the rest of her skin was a light brown unfamiliar color, like milky chocolate. And the hair that fell into her eyes was a dark and foreign to her.

“What is this?” Hannah asked, but her voice was different. It was husky, and undeniably sensual. She gasped when she heard herself speak. “H-how can I still be so calm?! I... I should be terrified!” The foreign voice asked. It was a stupid question—Hannah knew why!—but it was just too much for her. All of this!!

“Nah, why be terrified? You love your new appearance. Don’t you?” Her husband said and gave her his cellphone with the camera app switched on.

She quieted down and nodded wordlessly to confirm his question. She inspected her new self, using her husband’s phone as a mirror. ”She looked so goddamn hot!” The exotic, oriental beauty that peered back at her, preening for the camera, looked nothing like how Hannah had known herself to look before. And she loved it! Loved the beautiful work of art that she had become!

Despite her new and forced feelings of love for her flawless appearance, her calm voice trembled slightly when she finally mustered enough willpower to tear her gaze away from the reflection and looked up at her husband again. “It’s... you are making me feel like this! I’m not... this is not how I look!”

“Well, it’s not how Hannah looks, but your name is not Hannah, is it? It’s Spirit. Heck, you are not my wife Hannah by any measure of the word. My Hannah is right there, isn’t she?” The unfamiliar man said while he pointed at the big-breasted woman named Hannah that laid on the sofa looking at them.

“Y-yes...” Spirit’s smooth and comforting voice confirmed the man’s question.

“Tell me who you are.”

“I’m... Spirit. I... don’t know... I feel like I... like I have forgotten many things... I... I feel very calm in front of you, but I don’t know who you are, except that you are Hannah’s husband.”

“So you know my wife, Hannah?”

“I... ummm... I know she’s the almost naked girl with the really big breasts in the sofa. I... I don’t know anything more, but I... I feel like I should...” Spirit felt incredibly troubled by something but she could not figure out what it was.

“Well, I’ll help you sort yourself out, Spirit.” The man told her. His voice made her feel calm; Spirit liked to hear him speak! “You now remember everything concerning how Hannah and I purchased a magical urn on a trip several years ago. You are the nature spirit from that urn given physical form. You love the two of us so much that you’ve happily offered to be our slave maid and servant. In fact, there is not an order from your beloved Master and Mistress that you would disobey.” Master’s voice trembled as he spoke. He remained quiet for a few moments, looking at his harem slave maid with what may have been some form of concern. “Did that help you out, Spirit?”

Spirit nodded. “Yes, Master... I... I remember the day you purchased the urn very well. Master and Mistress both seemed so in love, so happy!” She smiled while she vividly remembered that day.

“Well, we are still just as happy and in love, aren’t we, Hannah?” Master asked while he groped Mistress Hannah’s shapely ass.

“Of course, Master. Your big titty slave wife loves you more than anything. I exist for your pleasure.” Master’s teenage wife panted while she squirmed from the excitement his touch gave her.

Tears ran down Spirit’s face while she perfectly recalled how the two of them had purchased the urn. Purchased her. All of their wonderful memories together. Despite Master’s order to remain calm, more and more tears streaked down her tanned, honeyed cheeks. She did not—could not—feel sad though; the tears must have been tears of happiness.