A surprise at home
“Oh, crap,” Melissa Hanscomb said as her boyfriend pulled up in front of her house. “I was hoping they would be asleep or out on the town. I figured the latter, since it is Friday night.” Melissa was referring to her sister, Michelle, and her mother, Angela. The three had been close for years, ever since the death of their father / husband, Donald, sticking by and supporting each other.
By the same token, Melissa wanted some time alone at her home with her boyfriend, Robert Lackland. The occasional Friday or Saturday night “staycation” at a hotel (even a nice one, as Robert tended to select) was no substitute for the idea / dream of holding him close (and possibly more) in her own bed. But her mom and sister (and often her nephew, when he wasn’t spending time with Michelle’s ex-husband) always seemed to be around, putting a damper on anything more than cuddling on the couch while watching a movie.
“Don’t worry, Melissa,” Robert replied as he shut off the engine. “I’m sure that one of these nights, they’ll be more than willing to give us some extra private space. And you have to admit—they do care about you. Maybe I just haven’t won them over yet.”
“Yeah, right,” she scoffed. “You should hear them! It’s as though you’re the best thing since sliced bread and canned beer combined! They’re always gushing about how great you are. Hell, I think Michelle might be a bit jealous of me!”
“In that case,” he said while opening the driver’s door of his Buick Enclave, “let’s not flaunt it too much when we get inside.” Before Melissa, could reply, he had already jogged around the car and was opening her door. While objecting to this at first, saying she was grown enough to open her own doors, Melissa had come to appreciate and even enjoy her boyfriend’s bouts of being an old-fashioned gentleman. Once the car door was closed, the two walked hand-in-hand up the front walk and into the living room.
“Hey, you two,” boomed Angela Hanscomb from the dining room table. “I wasn’t expecting to see you guys for another few hours… or maybe even tomorrow morning.” The lilt in the older woman’s voice said she knew—or at least strongly suspected—the reason behind their very late nights together. “Seriously, would either of you like some coffee?”
“Only if it’s already made,” Robert replied. “Don’t go brewing a pot just for me. I’m not that special—ow! That hurt!” A sharp elbow to his ribs cut off Robert’s self-deprecation.
“Don’t worry, Robert. I just brewed a fresh pot about five minutes ago. You want some too, Mel?”
“Sure, mom. Need me to help you?”
“No, no, I’ve got it. You kids just settle in on the couch. I’ll be back shortly.”
“Say, mom,” Melissa asked the retreating back, “where’s Michelle?”
“On the phone, saying good night to Donny. She should be out in a few minutes.” As if on cue, Michelle Hanscomb walked down the stairs, tossing her ash-blonde hair, dressed in her usual home attire of cargo shorts and crop-top t-shirt. While a little disconcerted by it when they first met, Robert had grown used to the older sister’s overly casual at-home attire.
“And what are you doing at home on Friday night,” Melissa asked her sister. “With Donny at his dad’s, I figured you—shoot, both of you—would be out painting the town.” Taking the cup of coffee from her mom, Melissa took a quick sip. Robert had set his on the coffee table without drinking.
“That’s tomorrow night,” Michelle replied. “Bobby Ramone is doing a show down at the Edgewater—now don’t you start,” Michelle said on seeing the scowl on her sister’s face. “Despite what you think, he’s actually a good guy. Just a little rough around the edges.”
Rough around the edges? Melissa thought. More like misogynistic bastard. He puts down women every chance he gets. What in the HELL do you see in him? “Michelle, we’ve got company. Let’s not get into that argument, okay?”
“Agreed, sis.” Michelle took a sip from her own cup as Angela sat down. “The thing is… I need a little something this weekend to take my mind off the fact that Donny is with his dad. I wish I could keep him all the time, but the court did grant Allen custody and visitation, and there’s not much I can do about that.”
“So I take it you’re going to make the best of the weekend,” Robert asked. “Both of you ladies, even?”
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find something,” Angela replied. “Even if it’s just a private wine and cheese party here at home. I’m not into the rock and roll scene like Michelle, is after all.”
“I think I can understand that,” Robert said, leaning back with a slight smile. “I’m not a big fan of what passes for ‘rock-pop’ music these days myself. Give me some Chicago or Journey any day.”
Robert’s eyes quietly took in all three ladies. Melissa, of course, was by far the most attractive, her 27-year-old body fit and trim with nicely proportioned 38C breasts (he knew the size from glancing at her discarded bra during one of their staycations). 31-year-old Michelle, he thought, could have been as pretty, but seemed to be letting herself go in the aftermath of her divorce two years before. Not only were her clothes somewhat ill considered; she had been getting a bit dumpy over the months that Robert and Melissa had been dating. He hoped she would find a way out of that spiral soon. As for Angela, he couldn’t believe the woman was 57 years old. Robert knew that a good part of her striking figure came from the evenings she spent at the gym with Melissa, as well as her career as a registered dietician. Robert had also seen the way various 20-something boys and 30-something men stared at her in awe—something that Angela somehow took in stride.
“I’m curious, Angela”—she had long ago made it clear she despised being called “ma’am”—“what sort of wine would you choose for this party?”
“Oh, maybe a bottle of Pinot Grigio, maybe Pinot Noir if I’m in the mood. Certainly a good one, not some cheep Lambrusco!” It was an inside joke, stemming from the time that Robert had shown her how the cheaper wine could just as easily be used as a chicken marinade for grilling. “Why? Do you have a suggestion, oh great wine expert?”
As everyone chuckled again, he said, “Actually, yes. Something I tried the other night at a friend’s house. I’m not sure you’ve heard of it—I know I hadn’t. It’s called Pellegrino Dormantivo. ” Waiting for a second, he added, “Anyone here familiar with it?”
“Yes… I am,” Michelle replied as she set down her coffee cup. Melissa was surprised to see the emotion seemingly drain from her sister’s face. The surprise grew deeper as she saw the same slack expression on her mother as Angela sat up straight in her chair, effectively thrusting out her breasts.
“I… am… familiar…”
“Mom? Mom, what’s going on?” Hearing the lack of any emotion, any feeling in Angela’s voice, Melissa quickly grew concerned. “Are you okay?”
“I… am fine,” Angela replied. “In fact… I am perfect. I am… what He desires.” Though she tried to discount it, Angela could have sworn she heard a capital H when her mom said “He.”
“Mom… what are you talking about?”
“Don’t worry,” Michelle chimed in. “You will soon understand, my sister. And you will… rejoice…”
“What? Chelle, you’re not making any sense!”
“Maybe I can help,” Robert whispered in his girlfriend’s ear. “Angela, Michelle, as you probably suspect, the time has come to reveal the Truth to Melissa… and bring her into the fold.” Seeing the incredulous look on Melissa’s face out of the corner of his eye, he added, “Both of you, move to stand in front of us… and stand properly.” The two older women slowly walked to the opposite side of the coffee table from Robert and Melissa. Once they were standing side by side, facing the younger couple, each woman placed her right hand under her left breast, and her left hand on her crotch.
“Robert? Robert, what in the HELL is going on here? What is this? What kind of joke are the three of you playing on me?”
“Oh, it’s no joke, my dear.” Turning his head to the two standing women, he said, “Angela, Michelle… change into your uniforms… NOW!”
“Yes, Master… I will Obey.” The emotionless chorus from mother and sister added to the shock Melissa felt as the two women started disrobing in front of her and Robert, seemingly without concern for what they were doing. Even more disturbing was how their faces kept looking straight forward, totally devoid of any sort of emotion. From things she had read on the Internet, Melissa half expected her family to strip totally naked—only to see each woman keep her bra and panties on. Then came the next shock, when Angela and Melissa each used her right hand to hold up her left breast and placed her left hand over her crotch. “I am Uniformed and Prepared, Master,” each one said after her hands were in position.
“Robert,” she said, turning to her boyfriend, “What is this? What’s going on here? Is this some sort of sick joke?”
“Oh, it’s no joke, honey,” he replied. “Over the last several months, your mom and sister have become my devoted, adoring slaves. It hasn’t been easy at times. In fact, Michelle put up a lot of resistance at first. But once she cracked,” he said, his smile growing, “she cracked completely, and is now thoroughly devoted to me. Aren’t you, Michelle?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, her voice still empty of any reaction. “Once I realized the beauty of Your Power over me, resistance became meaningless. I have learned… as you will, my sister… that devotion to our Master is the greatest thing one can ever experience.”
“Your mom, believe it or not, was actually easier to… ‘persuade,’ shall we say… to become my slave. I’ve often wondered why that was. Maybe she should tell us. Angela… explain to us why you so quickly stopped fighting your enslavement.”
“Because I was lonely, Master. Outside of my daughters and grandson, my life was emotionally barren. I had no one to focus on, to enjoy sexually. But once I realized that You would take away that loneliness… would give me Purpose… I stopped fighting the inevitable and embraced Your enslavement of me. And I have been emotionally happy ever since. Thank you for making me happy, Master.”
“No… no, this can’t be happening.” Melissa made to stand up, only to find her self suddenly dizzy. “Wait… what’s happening… to me?”
“The first stage,” her mother chimed in, “of your enlightenment. Of your new life… with our Master.” When Melissa looked up, she saw her mother and sister start to finger their left nipples. The sudden hardness she saw poking through the holes in their bra cups frightened her—and made her wet.
“Look at them,” Robert whispered in Melissa’s ear. “Look at your mother and sister. Look at them in their sensual glory… and see your future.”
Despite her internal protestations, Melissa couldn’t help but look, just like someone driving by a car wreck couldn’t turn away. What she saw astounded and even frightened her. Both women were wearing red satin bras with matching panties, and nothing else. The pertness of their nipples shocked her to her core. Then she looked down to see that both women’s sexual privates had been shaved bare—which made her realize the panties they wore were crotchless.
“Now tell the truth, Melissa… tell me that you’re at least a little excited by what you see before you.”
“No… no, not this… this… this can’t be…”
“Now, now, my dear,” Robert cooed in her ear. “You’re not even a little bit excited? I know better than that. After all… I know some of the stories you like to read on your computer.”
“Well, yes… but I never…never imagined… my family involved…”
“Even so, Melissa… don’t try to tell me you’re aren’t at least a little sexually stoked. After all… your nipples are giving the lie to your protests right now. Aren’t they, my dear?”
“NO… they aren’t… oh, my God!” Robert had taken Melissa’s left hand and rested it on her breast. The pertness of her own nipple, despite the various layers of clothing she wore, was too much to ignore. “What… what are you… going to… do with me?”
“Don’t worry, my dear,” he again cooed. “You’ll be enslaved over time, just like your mother and sister. It will take time for you, as it did for them.”
“How… how did you… do this to them… without me knowing?”
“I’ve been programming them for months,” he replied honestly. “At least half of the nights they told you they were out late partying, and I couldn’t meet up with you? They were visiting me, letting and even helping me deepen their enslavement. And many of the nights you and I went a hotel, they followed my summons and brought themselves to… to my special studio… for self-reinforcement of their programming.
“Angela and Michelle have come to see the glory of Serving their Master. You will too, in time. And an added beauty to this—no one outside of this group will ever know! To the outside world, you’ll still be Angela Hanscomb, the way your mom and sister appear as themselves in everyday life. Only when you are activated will you be my slave.”
“Why? Why are… are… you… doing this?”
“Because… I want you, my dear, and I want to fulfill your fantasy. I want you to be the sexual slave you’ve long dreamt of being.” Sliding a headpiece over her eyes and ears, Robert added, “and now is the time to take your first step… to learn your first, most powerful lessons… and begin you path to enslavement.”
“No, no… not this! This isn’t… isn’t what I…” Robert pressed a button on the side of the device. As a kaleidoscopic light pattern began playing in front of her eyes, Melissa’s voice died away.
Seeing the reflected colors on Melissa’s upper cheeks, Robert stood up. “Angela, Michelle, take Melissa to her bedroom. Strip her completely, then lay her on the bed, on her back. Be sure not to jar the headpiece. And leave her… first uniform… resting on her stomach. Once that is done, report to Angela’s room for further instructions.”
“Yes, Master… I will Obey,” the two women said in unison. They then moved to Melissa and gently carried her upstairs to a back bedroom. Robert followed, watching from the door as they sat his girlfriend on the bed and quickly stripped her naked. As ordered, they laid her down on her back and placed her “first uniform”—the bra and panties she’d been wearing—on her stomach. Seeing they were doing as ordered, he went to Angela’s bedroom to await his obedient slaves.
“Angela,” he said as the women walked in, “describe your pussy!”
“My pussy is wet, hot and bare, Master,” she said without hesitation. “It is prepared to Serve You as You desire. It awaits Your cummand.”
“Michelle… verify the status of your mother’s pussy.”
“Yes, Master.” Michelle the slave turned and placed a hand in the opening of Angela’s crotchless panties. She rubbed the exposed area for a moment before inserting two fingers between her mother’s labia. After several seconds, Michelle withdrew her hand and turned back to Robert. “Slave Angela is truthful, Master. Her pussy is bare, hot and wet. She is ready for Service to You.”
“And what of your pussy, Michelle?” As he said this, Robert began removing all of his clothes. Fun time’s almost here, he thought to himself.
“My pussy is wet, hot and bare, Master,” she replied, also without hesitation. “It is prepared to Serve You as You desire. It awaits Your cummand.” A few minutes later, Angela advised her Master that Michelle had spoken the truth.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Robert said, “very well, ladies. Now, kneel down in front of me.” Acknowledging their subservience, both women moved to kneel in front of either of Robert’s legs. “Angela… worship me!”
“Yes, Master… I will Obey.” With that, the older woman leaned forward and took her Master’s cock into her mouth. It wasn’t long before her whole body rocked back and forth as she repeatedly sucked his manhood inside her. All through this, Michelle knelt silently, no expression on her face, awaiting her Master’s next cummand. After several minutes, Angela was told to stop and Michelle given an opportunity to worship, which she did immediately.
After several minutes, Robert told the younger of his two slaves to stop. He then added, “Angela… open your uniform top.” One thing that Melissa hadn’t noticed in her shock of the evening (thought she would learn it a little later) was that the “uniform top” for Robert’s slaves was a front-clasp bra. Angela immediately undid hers, pulling the cups aside to reveal her still-firm breasts. “Very good, Angela. You will now be rewarded.”
Neither slave said anything, instead watching raptly as Robert stood up and began jerking off. Having been brought close to climax by the ladies’ earlier ministrations, it wasn’t long before he began spraying his semen across the older woman’s chest. When he finished and sat down, Angela’s blank face and voice said, “Thank you for the gift of Your seed, Master.”
“Michelle!”
“Yes, Master?”
“Lick slave Angela’s chest clean. Do not swallow. Obey!”
“Yes, Master,” she blankly replied, “I will obey.” Taking a moment to look over her mother’s exposed chest, Michelle moved closer and began licking. Her cheeks began to bulge slightly as she made sure not to swallow her Master’s semen.
While Michelle was doing her “cleaning operation,” Robert took a moment to walk into Melissa’s room. As he expected, his girlfriend’s body was completely still except for the occasional brush of her hands over her sex and an odd murmuring from her mouth. Leaning close, he realized that progress was being made as heard Melissa mumble, “Have to… fight… must… fight… must obey… no! Can’t… obey… must… must give pussy… to Master…. Give body… to Master… NO! Have to…save mom… save sis… save them… from slavery… submission… must submit… submit to Master… need Master… need touch… sexual touch…” Hearing that, Robert knew the next stage was close at hand.
Returning to Angela’s bedroom, he found both slaves kneeling in anticipation of the next cummand. “Michelle… kiss your mother, and give her part of the seed you have collected.” Not wanting to lose a drop, Michelle said nothing, and simply obeyed the cummand. When she pulled away, there was a light sheen on Angela’s lips. “Now, Michelle, follow me. Crawl.”
Michelle did so, joining her Master in her sister’s room. “She needs encouragement,” Robert told the slave. “On the cummand, you will kiss your sister, giving her most of the seed in your cheeks. At the same time, you will caress and excite her sex. Obey!” Without hesitation, Michelle crawled over and put her lips on Melissa’s. The slave-in-programming tried to resist at first—but the resistance quickly faded when Michelle began expertly playing with Melissa’s labia. It was only a matter of moments before the new slave’s mouth readily accepted the “gift” of semen from her already-enthralled sister.
When the kiss broke, Robert said, “Michelle, do you have any semen left in your mouth?” She nodded yes. “You may swallow.”
As Robert watched, Michelle swallowed what semen was left in her mouth. Then she used her tongue to collect any last remnants from the inside of her cheeks. Once she was certain she had gotten every last drop, she turned to the man and said, “Thank you, Master, for the gift of your seed.”
“Stand up, slave Michelle. Return to slave Angela’s room.”
“Yes, Master, I will Obey.” As she stepped past, Robert reached out and groped her uncovered pussy. Michelle’s only reaction was to stop for a moment. When Robert removed his hand, she resumed the slow walk to her bedroom, her face an expressionless mask.
Leaning over his girlfriend, he pushed a button on the side of the headpiece and said, “Do you have anything to say, slave Melissa?”
“Thank you…. Master… for the gift… of Your seed.” Robert pushed another button, and the kaleidoscope of colors playing over Melissa’s cheeks sped up. He leaned over again to hear his girlfriend murmuring, “Must serve…Master… must Obey… I exist to Serve…. I must please my Master… I need Master’s touch… must give my Pussy to Master…”
Stepping down the hall, Robert walked into Angela’s room to find that Michelle had resumed her place on the floor, kneeling beside her enthralled mother. Both women stared straight ahead, thrusting their breasts forward as if offering them. “Ladies… fondle each other’s centers!”
“Yes, Master… I will Obey.” The two women then reached out to each other, going between their legs to caress each other’s vulvas. The only reaction was several sighs of pleasure, as the two slaves’ faces remained blankly expressionless.
“Slave Michelle… tell me, would you do anything to assist in your sister’s enthrallment to Me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Including, if I ordered it, eating her out?”
“Yes, Master.”
“And why would you obey My cummand to perform oral sex on your sister?”
“Because you ordered it, Master. It is not my place to question… only to Obey. Plus, I have come to realize that oral reinforcement of Your control can be very enjoyable… giving and receiving. That pleasure heightens Your control over me.”
“Slave Angela… if I ordered it, would you use a strap-on on your daughter Melissa?”
“Of course, Master… I exist to Serve and Obey You.”
“If given the choice, would you prefer to use a single-ended or double-ended dildo?”
“My preference does not matter, Master. I am here to Obey and Serve You. Whatever You choose is what is correct for me.”
“Very well, my slaves. It will be some time before slave Melissa is ready for the next stage. What shall we do to pass the time?” Lying back on the bed, Robert placed a condom on his erection. “Slave Michelle… mount and please Me!”
“Yes, Master… I will Obey.” Without hesitation, slave Michelle climbed upon the bed and straddled the man lying there. For some time, the only noises in the room were Robert’s sighs, grunts and moans of satisfaction. Michelle expressed no joy, sorrow or other emotions at being used this way; her face remained blank in Service to her Master. And Angela stared blankly ahead, watching her daughter perform without any change in her own expression. The same was true when Robert ordered Michelle to kneel on the floor so Angela could also use her pussy to please her Master. After his own orgasm, Robert ordered his two full slaves to perform 69 on each other, mutually cumming only when he cummanded them to.
Several hours later, Robert ordered the two women, still in “uniform,” to accompany him to Melissa’s room. They walked in to find Angela placid on her bed, her mouth murmuring various “lessons” she had learned from the now-deactivated headpiece. Pulling the device away, Robert leaned over his girlfriend and said, “Identify yourself!”
“I am… slave Melissa…”
“Slave Melissa… stand and face the mirror.” She did so, moving slowly. “Angela… Michelle… re-clothe your sister-slave.” Acknowledging their obeisance, the two women gently put Melissa’s bra and panties from earlier in the evening back on her body. Once the garments were in position, He said, “Tell me what you see in the mirror, slave Melissa.”
‘I see… a new slave, Master. I see me… ready to take the next step… in Your programming of me. I see… a potentially sexy slave… ready for the next step in her life.”
“Are you properly Uniformed, slave Melissa?”
“No, Master. I am clothed… in bra and panties. But I am not… not wearing… the proper uniform.”
“And what is the proper uniform, slave Melissa?”
“The proper uniform… for Your slaves… is crotchless panties… and a nipple-revealing bra.”
“And why is that, slave Melissa?”
“Because it allows You free and open access to Your slave’s nipples… to Your slave’s pussy, which is also her center… the center of Your control.”
“And what should you do with your current garments, slave Melissa?”
“Discard them, Master. They are improper. They do not meet Your standards.”
“Then remove them, slave Melissa.”
“Yes, Master… I will Obey.” Without a whit of reaction, Melissa reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, shrugging the straps off her shoulders and letting the garment drop to the floor. Then she reached to her hips and slid the panties down her thighs until they fell away. Stepping out of the garment, her feet went into the red crotchless panties that slave Michelle held out for her. At the same time, slave Angela moved behind her younger daughter and slid the front-clasp nipple-hole bra up Melissa’s arms.
“Are you ready to accept your new role in life, slave Melissa?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then pull your slave panties into position, Melissa, and properly wear your slave bra.”
“Yes, Master, I will Obey.” Moving without any emotion, Melissa reached down and pulled the crotchless panties into place on her hips. Then she felt the bra base band and tugged it into position, closing the four snaps in front. Moving her hands into the same positions her mother and sister had used at the start of the evening together, Melissa said, “This slave is Uniformed and Prepared, Master.”
“Very good, slave Melissa. Lie down on the bed and await your next set of programming images.” After his newest slave was lying on the bed, Robert moved her so that her legs below the knees were hanging off the side. Then he put the headpiece back in place and pressed a button. After the kaleidoscope started again, he said, “Slave Angela! Reinforce your new sister slave’s programming by orally stimulating her center.”
“Yes, Master, I will Obey.” The fully conscious Angela Hanscomb would have revolted and rebelled at the thought of performing oral sex on her child. Slave Angela immediately knelt between her younger daughter’s legs and started licking, feeling no emotion about what she was doing, save for the joy of Obeying her Master.
Lying down on the bed next to his girlfriend, Robert said, “Slave Michelle… orally worship Me!”
“Yes, Master, I will Obey.” Slave Michelle climbed on the bed and, oblivious to what was going on between her mother and sister, began performing oral sex on Robert. She did so even after he exploded in her mouth, not swallowing until given the order. All the while, Melissa’s now open mind was deeply absorbing her new Master’s lessons. This would last all night, with the Master and her fellow slaves taking turns at “reinforcing” her various lessons on Obedience, Service and Pleasure of the Master.
Ending Number 1
“Hey, honey! Mom and sis aren’t home tonight, so let’s take advantage of it!” Pulling her boyfriend down the hall, Melissa led him into her bedroom and closed the door. “I’ve wanted to get you alone in my bed for I don’t know how long. Tonight, I’m not missing the opportunity!”
“Believe me, honey,” Robert replied, “I’m not about to object. And while our various hotel evenings have been nice, it will be great to actually enjoy it in a ‘home bed,’ so to speak.” The two spent the next several minutes slowly and teasingly disrobing each other. Caressing the front of her panties, Robert slid two fingers inside the fabric. “Wait… have you changed something down here?”
“Oh, about a month ago or so, I read about it and decided to try it. And frankly, it’s much more comfortable.” The “it” in question was the shaving of Melissa’s pubic hair. While he didn’t mind “hair down there,” Robert had always preferred women whose vulvas were bare-shaven. So he had included it at some point in the programming of his three slaves. Part of that programming had included a “conscious” reason for doing so—in Melissa’s case, it was the idea that she had read about it somewhere on line and decided it would be something good to try (and which she would eventually prefer). It was also a sign to Robert of just how deep and effective his slave programming was. “And now that we’re alone tonight… perhaps you’ll like it as well.”
“I could probably get used to it,” he replied while unclasping her bra. Within a few minutes, both were naked and under the covers. As usual, Melissa used the condom that Robert insisted on for their sex. She didn’t mind, as she was in no hurry to be a mother (being an aunt was enough).
Lying in each other’s arms as they recovered, Robert leaned over and whispered into Melissa’s ear, “Pellegrino Dormantivo. ”
Within seconds, Melissa’s breathing grew slower, and her face lost all expression. She stood up, turned to face the bed, placed her left hand over her pussy and her right hand under her left breast as if to support it. “I await your cummand, Master.”
“Remove this condom, slave, and suck me.”
“Yes, Master… I will Obey.” And she did, providing that and every other pleasure Robert desired as the night went on. There was no concern about interruption; Robert had timed the weekend so that Michelle’s child would be at his father’s house. As for Michelle and Angela, they were at the “Hypnosis Studio” getting their programming reinforced. As far as Robert was concerned… life was good.
Ending Number 2
“Well… it’s not as good as having you in my bed,” Melissa told Robert, “but it’s much nicer than some hotel. And I will admit—your bed is quite comfy!” The couple was laying under the well-tousled covers of Robert’s king size bed after their second round of lovemaking. Robert had picked her up for an early dinner and movie with the express purpose (suggested by Melissa) of retiring to his home afterwards for “as much fun as we can stand!” He had taken the hint when Melissa said she wanted to be in bed with him, but not in a hotel, and didn’t want to risk her mom and sister walking in on them after their own night on the town.
“And what makes you think I’ve not looked forward to having you here?” Melissa simply chuckled as she kissed her lover. Robert had often said he didn’t want her to see his bachelor townhouse, proclaiming it wasn’t clean enough for company or other such reasons. But tonight he had given in—after giving the place a thorough cleaning.
It turned out not to have been necessary, as Melissa had given the rest of the house a cursory glance before arriving in the master bedroom. Before Robert could make any suggestions, Melissa has shucked her jeans and blouse, saying, “now that we’re here, big boy—take me!” She had then waited (seemingly impatiently) for Robert to strip down before slowly and teasingly removing her bra and panties. The resulting round of sex had proven worth the wait (both of the evening and their relationship) as each generated a sexual glow they’d not experienced before.
“Honey, this is… well…”
“Relax, Melissa. You know where the bathroom is.” With a slight giggle, Melissa crawled out from under the covers and stepped into the en suite. After using the facilities, she looked at the empty tub where the two of them had soaked and “recovered” from their first tussle of the evening. She thought about running a fresh tub of hot water, but decided to wait and make sure Robert was amenable.
While Melissa was in the bathroom, Robert ducked into his home office in the next bedroom. Checking several things on his computer, he saw that various items he was keeping track of were in order. Smiling, he walked back to the master bedroom as Melissa returned.
“Oh! Why is it so cold in here! I thought it was warmer!” Melissa made to hug herself as she shivered.
“Part of my evil plan,” Robert said with a leering smile. Moving behind her, he added, “How else am I going to get those lovely nipples of yours to stand out all the time?” Melissa started to shake her head when Robert put his arms around her and began playing with her breasts. As his fingers touched those nipples, Melissa couldn’t help but swoon.
“Oh, damn… you are evil. And for my sake, please don’t turn good-guy! This is delicious… so delicious.”
“I know something else that’s delicious.”
“Oh?” The lilt of excitement grew in her voice. “You gonna show me something new, like you did a little while ago?” As part of their second tryst, Robert had taken her from behind—the first time she’d ever experienced “doggy style” vaginal sex. She had all but howled in delight as it happened.
“Maybe… I was actually thinking of something called… Pellegrino Dormantivo. ”
Feeling Melissa’s arms fall to her sides, Robert moved to stand in front of her. He saw the sexual pleasure fade from her face, to be replaced by an emotionless mask. After watching her stand there for a few moments, he said, “IDENTIFY!”
“This one… is slave Melissa.” Her right hand moved to lift up / support her left breast while her left moved over her bare vulva. “This slave exists to Serve, Obey and Please its Master as He sees fit. It is prepared to serve You, Master, except it is not uniformed.”
Walking over to a bureau, Robert pulled two items out of a drawer and held them up. “Tell Me what you see in my hands, slave.”
“Slave bra…slave panties… light green in color…”
“Step over here and put them on, panties first.”
“Yes, Master… I will Obey.” Slowly and without any hint of emotion, slave Melissa took the four steps to where her Master stood, her hands not moving from their positions. Taking the panties, she slipped them on and pulled them over her hips, ensuring that the crotchless garment fully revealed her sex. Then she took the front-clasp bra and slid it on, making sure her nipples were prominently displayed in the cutout centers of the breast cups after hooking the garment together. Her hands then returned to their “support” positions as she said, “This slave is fully uniformed, Master. It is prepared to Serve and Obey You.”
“Kneel down and suck me!”
“Yes, Master… I will Obey.” Slave Melissa quickly dropped to her knees and performed oral sex on her boyfriend-cum-Master. There was no joy in her actions, no mewls of pleasure from her mouth. Slave Melissa had only one Purpose—to Obey. That was more than enough for her. Robert, in the meantime, happily groaned several times before filling his slave’s mouth with his seed.
“Stop and swallow, slave.” After Melissa did so, Robert said, “Stand up and follow me.” He led her to the back stairs, down two floors to the basement and garage. Walking into the basement, he said, “Tell me what you see.”
“I see two women, Master. They are kneeling and watching images on the television.”
Leading her to where they could see the women’s faces, Robert said, “Tell me what they are wearing.”
“Slave bras, Master… slave panties… and head phones.”
“Do you recognize them, slave Melissa?”
“Yes, Master. They are Slave Michele and Slave Angela.”
“Are they simply on their knees, or is there something else down there?”
“They appear to be kneeling on something, Master. I can’t tell what it is. But they are not just on their knees.”
“What else do you see on the floor?”
“A black device that looks big enough to sit or kneel on. There is a set of headphones on the floor beside it. The black device looks like it has a phallic device of some sort.”
“And if you were to kneel on that device?”
“The phallus would penetrate this slave’s pussy.”
“What expression do you see on the faces of your fellow slaves?”
“I see… no expression, Master. They appear to be fully enraptured by what they are watching. They don’t seem to know we are here.”
“That’s because they are going through reinforcement, slave Melissa. It is required of all of My slaves. As part of reinforcement, you will be penetrated and stimulated as you absorb the lessons on the screen and in the headphones.” Robert walked to a nearby computer and checked several things on the monitor. He returned to Melissa and said, “Mount the open device, slave Melissa… and Learn”
“Yes Master… I will Obey.” Slave Melissa slowly walked over to the unused sex device on the floor. Looking at it for several moments, she moved over it and knelt down, letting the attached dildo slide into her pussy. Once she was looking forward, Robert placed the headphones on her ears and walked back to the computer. A few commands later, instructions poured into slave Melissa’s open mind as the dildo stimulated her vagina.
Stepping between slaves Michelle and Angela, Robert reached down and squeezed the near nipple of each woman. As expected, neither slave reacted, so engrossed were they in their programming. Excellent, Robert thought. While part of him had “take over the world” fantasies, he knew those were fantasies. The reality of mother and daughter slaves was more than enough for him at the moment—except for one thing.
Walking back to the computer, Robert picked up a hand-held microphone. “Slave Angela. It is time to take a break from your reinforcement. On the cummand, remove your headphones and stand up.”
“Yes, Master,” he heard from across the room. “I will Obey.”
“OBEY!” In seconds, the older woman had removed her headphones and dismounted her still-vibrating sex toy. Out of habit / programming, her hands glided into their “support” positions. “Very good,” Robert said after walking over to her. “Now, move to the bed on the right side of the room. After you see me lie down, you will mount and please me.”
“Yes, Master… I will Obey.” Still in her uniform, slave Angela did as ordered. Her face showed no expression, though her actions did increase in intensity as she carried out her orders.
Robert reflected (as much as he could under the sexual onslaught) that the woman was definitely experienced. She’s got a new boyfriend, he remembered. Could she be active with him? Either way, I’m going to have to end that relationship—but slowly. Can’t afford to draw much attention to us. To this point, Robert had not included any instructions that made his slaves avoid any romantic entanglements not involving him. Realizing that the public version of Angela Hanscomb was dating someone made him consider the concept.
Glancing at the two slaves still soaking up their reinforcement programming, Robert settled back and thought, I do this right, and I’ve got it made for years! Not to mention that the family that’s programmed together… stays and serves together. The thought of Melissa and Michelle performing on each other for his own private show added to the smile on his face. Settling back, Robert spent the next hour directing his oldest slave to give him all sorts of assorted pleasures. The two younger slaves were oblivious as they started raptly at the television and its stream of Master’s Knowledge.