The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It appeared that I had tapped into a deeply-rooted fantasy of Allison’s and enhanced it. The morning after her “conversion”, with Sally having gone home to look after Cindy, Allison greeted me in the buff, trying to pose in a way that would get my attention. I wasn’t interested at all; now that she was mine and my brain no longer had to worry about that, it was time to work on the next problem: money. Lusty girl that she was, she reached for my morning hard-on. “Stop that,” I irritably snapped. “I have to go to the bathroom. This is not for you.”

She pouted, and plopped onto the bed, radiating disappointment when I returned and immediately started getting dressed, ignoring her proffered charms. Allison reclined on the bed with a purred, “Don’t you want me, master?” in an obvious attempt to seduce me.

I said, “Not right now,” somewhat distractedly. My brain had seized upon a thread of an idea, and was feverishly trying to spin it into something substantial.

She slid off the bed and walked past me with an exaggerated wiggle. Given her bountiful, nicely-rounded ass, it was fun to watch; nonetheless, it failed to spark any interest. I thought that she was headed to the kitchen to cook me breakfast in the nude, something Sally occasionally did after great sex the night before. When I turned the corner, I found her sitting on the sofa playing with her tits instead.

“Go get dressed,” I said, more annoyed than anything else. The distraction that she was trying to present was most definitely unwelcome. I wanted food and then some solitude to plot, in that specific order. “But sex slaves—oooooh—don’t wear clothes,” she replied, pushing a finger inside herself at the words, “sex slave”. Her eyes rolled a little, and then Allison began to masturbate in earnest. I felt my body respond to the show despite my cognitive disinterest, and frankly, it pissed me off. I did not have time for this.

I immediately headed for my backpack, where the light was stored, while Allison’s soft panting and moaning in the background continued to affect me. Unfortunately, the light didn’t work because it was out of juice. I had forgotten to plug the base in the night before, having had Sally and Allison on the brain (and my dick.) There was only one thing that I could do: after plugging in the light to recharge, I returned to the living room, dropped my pants, and hissed, “Suck me, slave!” I think just saying that caused Allison to have an orgasm, because she shuddered, gasped loudly, and her eyes lost all focus for a few moments. And then she obeyed, continuing her frenzied masturbation with one hand, while the other combined with her lips, tongue, and eager mouth to make me very hard, very fast.

I pulled away from Allison long enough to reposition myself, and now that I was fully committed in both body and mind, I entered her leisurely. My cock was covered in her creamy arousal as I pulled back from that first delicious stroke. It didn’t take much fucking to get her to cum again. Allison grabbed my hips, bracing herself against the back of the sofa, and her eyes rolled around crazily while her hips vibrated. I waited it out with most of my cock buried inside of her. As her body began to relax, I pushed all the way in, and she groaned as the head of my cock hit the bottom of her pussy.

Mindful of hurting her, my next movements were slow and grinding, and the tingle soon began to break out along my length. It wasn’t long before both of us felt me swell inside her; Allison’s eyes went wide, and she pulled me roughly to her.

I felt myself bottom out again, sensing that she was going to cum yet again, but I could only move my hips backwards for a second or two before instinct took over. I rammed into her, and started pouring cum into my now-wailing slave, her face extremely red, her hips moving up and down, and then she went cross-eyed. I continued jabbing at her in time with the burning pulses from deep inside of me, finally collapsing onto my back, trying to regain enough air to speak.

By the time I had recovered sufficiently to think straight and stand up, Allison was breathing steadily, and although she remained in a sitting position, her arms and legs had gone limp and her eyes were closed. Having sated the seemingly insatiable one, I shakily headed for the kitchen to prepare a much-delayed, and urgently needed breakfast.

Allison regained consciousness about halfway through my meal. Still naked, she walked into the kitchen and meekly asked if I had made enough for two. We ate in a strange silence, not quite knowing how the other would react. After the meal, I told her to clean up the kitchen, and before the displeased pout had finished appearing on her face, added pointedly, “Slave.”

Allison bowed her head and softly, deferentially said, “Yes, master.” However, when she had finished her task, she stopped in the doorway and posed. “What else does my master want his sex slave to do?” she throatily intimated, one hand teasing a breast, the other moving slowly over her pussy.

I couldn’t believe that she had any sexual energy left after the last 22 hours or so. Great, I thought without much enthusiasm, she’s already a nymphomaniac. However, the light had recharged during breakfast, and it was an arm’s reach away. “I want you to look at this.” Allison immediately focused on it and her breathing became deep and regular. “Allison, you are my sex slave, and that means that I will determine how you are to act as it suits me. You will obey me, and my every command. You exist to serve me, and it is not yours to decide how you will serve.”

Yes,” she sighed, “master.” If I hadn’t known otherwise, I would have heard a tone of supreme disappointment in her reply, entranced as it was.

“Excellent, slave. Now go get dressed.” When she reappeared in the same clothes she had worn the previous day, I realized that there was a flaw in my heretofore almost-perfectly-executed acquisition. I needed a way to gently erase Allison’s current life and put her into her new one. It had been easy with Cindy: she had no close friends, her family had disowned her when they found out she was doing porn, although she couldn’t explain (and probably didn’t want to think about) how her father had been the first to find out. Porno actresses routinely leave the business and disappear from the scene, so it wasn’t considered suspicious when she stopped responding to her agent’s calls and had moved with no forwarding address. We had modified her behavior enough that even if she were recognized, it would be obvious that she was no longer in the business.

As for Sally, it just looked like she’d fallen head over heels in love and was spending all of her free time with her new boyfriend. Allison was going to be a little more problematic. I called Sally and asked her to come over and help because she knew so much more than I did when it came to normal people and their lives.

I asked Allison about her life before becoming my sex slave. She was a part-time college student (by choice) who had regular contact with her parents and a part-time job. It was interesting to hear her worry that this would somehow disqualify her from being my sex slave, and even more interesting to see Sally’s raised eyebrow at the pronouncement. I may have fixed it so that Sally wouldn’t get jealous if I wanted another woman, but she obviously didn’t like the idea of another woman wanting me as much as she did. I kissed my girlfriend on the cheek, smiling inwardly even though it was a loophole I had left open. I realized that something was different about me because normally, I would obsess, post hoc, over things I hadn’t accounted for in my plans.

Sally and I told Allison to wait in the living room and although she pouted at being left behind, a sharp warning from me kept her from following. “She’s too willful,” Sally complained once we were out of earshot. “I mean, she’s hot and everything, but not very slave-like— except when it comes to fucking you.”

I kissed my girlfriend deeply to assuage her fears. “You are the leader of my pack, Sally. The unequivocal, unquestioned queen of my harem. I’m finished—acquiring.” She smiled, starry-eyed. “But,” I sighed, “I agree with you. I think I’ve enslaved a nymphomaniac. It’s not as much fun if she’s already hyper-sexual. I can’t use the light to tame her because you’re here and you’d go under, too, and I need your—insight.” She gave me a sympathetic hug, and whispered a reminder that I could fix that, even though it wasn’t what I would expect to be doing with a new slave.

We opened the door to find Allison standing right there with a surprised look on her face; she’d obviously been listening to our hushed conversation. “Slave,” I commanded, “I want you to look at this.” I raised the hypnotist’s crystal that I had gotten for Cindy, but hadn’t used because Sally had created her own triggers for our fucktoy.

“What is that?” Allison giggled.

“It’s a hypnotic crystal,” I said. “You’ve seen people hypnotized in the movies, right?” She nodded. “And because you’re a good slave and I want to hypnotize you, you will obey me and let the crystal send you into a hypnotic trance.” She blinked, but I didn’t give her a chance to protest. “The crystal will remove your will and your mind, and you will obey me when I hold the crystal in front of your eyes. The crystal fascinates you, you cannot look away, you can only feel yourself going into a hypnotic trance, just like you’ve seen in the movies and on TV.

“You must obey me, slave, going deep into a hypnotic trance, where you are mindless and totally obedient, my words are your thoughts, as your mind is drawn into the pretty crystal.” Her lips parted and now she was transfixed by the pendant. I would take advantage of her desire to obey me to obliterate her will. It would have a weaker, and more transient effect than the light, which, although it induced complete suggestibility, required active processing on the victim’s part. In Allison’s case, an almost-abnormally strong drive for sexual satiation ran through that processing, and as a result, it colored her response to suggestions. This manifested itself as driving her to try to be a fucktoy for her master (after all, she was processing the command to be my sex slave.) However, I already had one of those in Cindy, and I needed Allison to play a different role. “Your eyes are getting heavy, and you want to let them close and go to sleep, but they will only close when you have let all of your mind go into the crystal and my words are your thoughts. You want to obey me, and you will surrender your mind to the crystal, slave. Mindless and completely obedient, in the same way you imagine what being completely, deeply hypnotized is like. Mindless and—”

“Completely... obedient...” she sighed, her eyelids fluttering with the strain of keeping them open, and they drifted closer and closer together as she relinquished her self-control bit by bit. “Mindless... obedient... mindless... o-beee...” They slammed shut as she surrendered completely.

“When Sally or I hold the crystal in front of your eyes, it will fascinate you, and you will become completely mindless and obedient to the command of whoever holds the crystal. Whoever holds the crystal holds your thoughts, and their words will become your thoughts. Do you understand?”

A soft, faraway, “Yes... master,” passed though Allison’s lips. Fortunately, she’d never been hypnotized before, or seen a real hypnotist work. I was counting on the image in her head to be a stereotype of a person in hypnotic trance. Suddenly, Sally grabbed me and gave me a hot, hot kiss.

“Can I hold it?” she panted. “You know what that mindless slave thing does for me.” I grinned and said something to the effect of, “Now that you mention it...” before letting her have it.

“Open your eyes and look into the crystal, Allison.” The ensorcelled girl opened her eyes. “Do you see who is holding your will?”

“Yes... my mistress is holding... my will...”

Visibly vibrating with excitement, my girlfriend took a long, shaky breath, and managed to say, “Keep your eyes open, but you see only a dim gray haze, as your eyes lose all expression, completely blank, as is your mind.” I felt a little thrill at what Sally was doing in spite of my sexual exhaustion. “Hold your arms straight out in front of you.” The zombie pose. Allison’s perfectly blank expression, open eyes, and outstretched arms were driving Sally crazy. “You will—you will obey me,” she husked.

“Yes—mistress. I will obey you.”

“Ohhhh, gawwwddd!” moaned Sally, and she almost dropped the crystal on the floor in her excitement.

I grabbed it from her and commanded Allison to face the sofa as I dragged Sally over to it, pushed her down, and yanked her jeans and her dampened panties off. “Look at your artwork, babe. A perfect zombie slave.” She groaned with her eyes fixed on Allison and spread her legs, begging silently. Sally gently placed her hand on my head to guide it when I obliged.

“Are you sure you don’t want to—?” purred Sally afterwards. I laughed softly, shook my head, and gave her a smooch on the cheek. I knew, despite her many charms, that I wasn’t going to be able to get it up until tomorrow. “Well, then we need to deal with Allison,” Sally said, a little unhappily. “We should finish her indoctrination slowly. Too many people know her and know how she acts. We need to make sure that to the rest of the world, she’s the Allison they’ve always known, at least for a little while longer.” I nodded in agreement. “I don’t think she’s ready for Cindy yet, either.”

I summed up our thoughts with, “She needs to keep her life outside of us intact.” We asked her about her life before meeting us. Her parents were well enough to do, and she wasn’t going to have to worry about supporting herself with a real career, so she was on the indefinite plan at college. Her biggest worry was keeping her voracious sexual appetite hidden from her folks, thereby maintaining her parents’ illusion of her being their sweet little girl so that she didn’t lose her valuable inheritance. In fact, her only real vice was that sexual appetite. She wasn’t into drugs, and she didn’t spend money like the spoiled little rich girl she was. Allison got her kicks by flirting with danger in seeking new sexual horizons where normal upper-class girls never ventured. Well, she had finally found her danger with us.

Sally and I programmed Allison to become serious about her schooling. I decided that she should switch from “General Studies” to business and finance because I needed somebody I could trust to manage the money that I would soon be making. She also had to maintain her contact with her parents while acting like the old Allison, not my sex slave. Sally suggested that I make her forget about being a sex slave until we summoned her. The last thing I did before sending her home was to make sure that the lid I had put on her borderline nymphomania stayed shut.

As soon as Allison was mine, I let Joe restart his business because, frankly, I needed the money. It was a good thing that Sally had convinced me not to kill him. His cash reserve was gone, having paid for the car I had purchased outright, the apartment that was rented and paid for through the next year, along with the food bill for Sally, Cindy, and me. Since the income from his website didn’t quite cover my needs and his, I knew that my main source of funding would eventually run dry. He hadn’t been working since I had enslaved him; therefore, he had no new material to draw many new subscribers. According to my original plan, I was supposed to be living a life of luxury with my three mind-controlled lovers by now, but I was way behind schedule. It had taken much longer than expected to obtain Allison, and I still hadn’t been able to solve the key problem to my endgame: contacting a real rich guy and pitching the idea of WARPS as a—privileged product for the man who could afford anything, with sexual appetites to match, no matter how unusual (or possibly illegal) they may be, and few morals to get in the way of satisfying those appetites.

It wasn’t that those individuals did not exist; there were several who met my qualifications. The problem that I hadn’t been able to solve was that I had grossly miscalculated my ability to gain access to one of them. I needed to pitch my idea directly to the target, but there were so many layers of insulation between them and me that it was impossible to get even a cursory hearing in person. I had thought that of the many discreet letters and/or e-mails, at least one would have gotten through. I had been wrong, and that failure wore more heavily on me than the fiscal impact. To have gotten all this way, proving my scientific brilliance, only to fail because I didn’t understand the way that people worked... well, it just sucked.

I couldn’t dwell on it though; my harem had to be ready just in case I ever got my audience, for the three of them acting in concert was a critical piece of my plan. Allison’s next free weekend would be spent learning her place in my harem. First, she would meet Cindy for some—personal—alterations, and then I would start grooming all three women for their roles, my dearest Sally included.

Almost three weeks later, Allison returned to my apartment for the first time since she’d been taken. She immediately wrapped her arms around me and gave me a torrid kiss as soon as the door closed. “I’ve been thinking all night of being your sex slave again, master! But I’ve been good, I haven’t touched myself since I left you. Can we- -?”

“No, Allison. This is what we are going to do today: first, you are going to cook me breakfast.” She eagerly asked if she could do it in the nude, making me laugh despite myself. “No, slave. We have some important things to do later, and I can’t afford any distractions— pleasant as they might be.” The admission that she was inviting kept her from pouting. While she cooked, she talked about how her “time away from her master” had seemed like forever, and how she had spent it. Her parents had been surprised, but nonetheless pleased by the abrupt change in her field of study. It hadn’t been long enough for them to see the results of her newfound dedication to her schooling, but she said that it would make it easier for her to spend time as my sex slave, because they would think that she was studying.

I brought out the crystal after breakfast and Allison went into trance almost instantly. “Allison, later today you are going to meet an oriental girl. She is very pretty and incredibly sexy, and she is a complete slave to your mistress and your master. This girl will make you want to be as sexy as she is, especially when you see how she stimulates and pleases your mistress and your master. You will want to learn everything you can about being sexy for mistress and master from her, even though she is not your mistress and you do not have to obey her. However, in the back of your mind, you know that when master has decided that you have learned everything well enough to be that sexy, you will also become the oriental girl’s mistress, and her sexual prowess will also belong to you as it also belongs to your mistress and your master. You will not be able to speak of this transformation to her, and you will not be able to consciously think of this. Do you understand all that I have told you?”

“Yes... master...”

“Very good. When you are no longer in trance, you will act normally, and not remember that you have been hypnotized. You will only obey the commands you have been given when it is time. You will not think that you are acting any differently, but you must obey your commands.”

“Yes,” breathed Allison. “I must obey.” Now she was ready.

Sally met us at the door to her apartment. My girlfriend’s blue eyes danced, telling me how ready and excited she was for the weekend to come. It was the second torrid kiss I’d had that morning, but it was the only one that meant anything. “She’s ready,” my girlfriend whispered to me before saying to Allison, “Come on in.”

I gestured, sending Allison in first. She paused to look around from the entrance, just like anyone visiting a house for the first time would. When she turned the corner and took a step into the living room, though, she froze. Allison’s body was locked, and her mouth was open in a tactless gape. Even though I had a good idea of what she was seeing, I looked around her to see exactly what had captured my newest slave’s complete attention.

Cindy was reclined at the far corner of the sofa, her marvelous legs crossed under a simple red skirt, tastefully displayed from just above the knees. She was smoking a still-long Virginia Slim 120 in a longer black cigarette holder with a floral pattern at the top, held vertically at the end of an extended arm. She was exhaling slowly, smoke spilling from her lips in a silky stream without a sound. I was affected, but this show wasn’t for my benefit, no matter how much Cindy inspired me at that moment. Sally reminded me of that by sidling next to me and putting an arm around my waist. I instinctively reached for her and she nestled comfortably against my body and kissed me on the ear, making me purr. Her hand dropped to the front of my pants, and Sally pointedly whispered, ”Me first.”

Cindy picked up a glass of champagne and took a sip before taking another languid draw from her holder, seemingly ignorant of our presence. She french-inhaled slowly, and silently exhaled once more. Allison and I were both too fascinated to make any noise, as if we were afraid to disturb her elegant solitude. She gave absolutely no indication that she knew she was being watched until she put her cigarette out, and had let the last of the smoke go through her nose. “Hello, master,” she purred without moving. “Who is your friend?”

“Cindy,” I said, much more hoarsely than I had intended, “this is Allison.”

“Hello, Allison.” Allison made an unintelligible peep that might have been hello. “Did you enjoy my little show?” My newest acquisition still hadn’t moved, and she was regarding Cindy with awe. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she chuckled. “What are you thinking?”

“Answer her, slave.” The sound of Sally’s voice broke the spell that Cindy had weaved around our newest.

“I—I—I’m thinking... about how sexy you looked,” stuttered Allison. “I mean... I mean...” She looked at the bulge in my pants that Sally had surreptitiously maintained. “Master got hard from just—watching,” she breathed, sounding amazed.

“Yes, I know,” evenly replied Cindy. “Mistress has trained me to please master. It is important that I please him, however I may.”

Allison looked excited and turned to Sally, who immediately said no before Allison could ask the question. The poor girl looked stricken, and didn’t quite know how to proceed. Finally, she lowered her eyes and in a soft, shy voice, asked Cindy, “Can you—teach me?” Cindy smiled in response, and Allison bounced over to her, saying, “I smoke, too.” She opened her purse and pulled out a pack of Capris, quickly opening it.

As she started to pull one out, Cindy reached out and stopped her. “No. Those aren’t long enough. When you are properly prepared, we will begin.” She fitted another cigarette into her holder and lit it, deliberately turning her head away from Allison, who looked puzzled and disappointed.

“Wow,” I whispered to Sally, impressed at the result of my girlfriend’s careful preparation of our fucktoy. Cindy was delectably dominant and intimidating the hell out of Allison, giving no clue that she would become Allison’s compliant fucktoy at the end of her lessons.

“What should I do?” My musing was interrupted by Allison’s slightly-panicked question. Somewhat unnecessarily, she added, “Master,” with a little curtsy. I told her to go get longer cigarettes and come back. “Do I have to get the same kind as her?” Sally looked at me questioningly. When I shook my head once, she noted that Allison’s brand came in a longer length, and Allison shot out the door to find some Capri 120’s, returning five minutes later, triumphantly holding a pack aloft. She mumbled, “Master, mistress,” as she hurriedly walked by us and plopped on the sofa next to Cindy. “How do I start? Do I need one of those things? Can I—” Cindy smiled again and held up her hand, interrupting Allison’s excited questions.

Sally tugged on my sleeve before I could hear Cindy’s response. “You don’t need to attend school,” she quietly cooed in my ear. “But if you want a show, remember... I taught her.” I quickly turned to follow my girlfriend, whose walk had a bigger wiggle than usual.

Sally and I returned to the living room an hour later. “Slower,” Cindy snapped, complaining, “you do everything too fast.” Allison was on her knees, giving Cindy head, or at least trying to. Our fucktoy was the most demanding of instructors, correcting almost every move Allison made. “You do want me to teach you all of my secrets, right?” A muffled noise came from between Cindy’s thighs, which she apparently took as a yes. “Make me cum first, and then I’ll start teaching you how to be sexy for master!”

I eagerly watched for Allison’s SUV from the living room of my apartment. Sally had just called to tell me that Allison was ready, and that the three of them would be arriving soon. It had been six weeks since we had introduced Allison to Cindy, and I hadn’t seen either of them during that time, because Sally had wanted to surprise me with my harem in its final form. That wasn’t how I had envisioned it, but before I could use the power of my hypnotic command over my girlfriend to make her do what I want, she (along with Cindy’s enthusiastic aid) used the power of sex to persuade me to do it her way.

The car pulled to a stop outside and Cindy was the first to exit. She gaily walked towards my door, hips swinging in her simple black dress, cigarette holder in one hand, ladies’ purse in the other. Cindy had really taken to the femme fatale persona Sally had given her whenever she wasn’t a mindless slave. It was rare that she smoked without using one of her seven or eight cigarette holders, even in public, and she was always well-dressed, never slutty. Sally was next to get out, waving sunnily at me from the car door. It appeared as if she was giving some last-minute instructions to Allison, who I still couldn’t see, but Cindy tapped on the door, distracting me from seeing what was going on.

“Hi master!” she said as I opened the door, giving me a kiss on the cheek as she passed. “Just wait ‘til you see her!” she bubbled. Sally arrived at the door a few seconds later, but didn’t come in. I stuck my head out the door, and got kissed quite passionately, and long enough that my dick started to swell.

“Hey, baby... are you ready? I think you’ll like this. A lot. But she wants to make a big entrance, so go back inside and wait with Cindy.” Sally waved at the car and pushed me inside.

I waited impatiently at the door, but both Cindy and Sally ushered me to the sofa, telling me that I was really going to like this. The door opened, and in walked... Allison? She didn’t look anything like the nymphomaniac sex slave I had sent for training at Cindy’s hand. She was dressed very professionally, in a nice, conservative, business suit. She was also wearing some stylish glasses that made her look more... intelligent. She looked like an executive who belonged in the boardroom more than the bedroom. I stared, unable to speak, because I wasn’t sure if this was what I had wanted. It certainly wasn’t what I had envisioned. “Hello master,” she said as she opened her purse and removed a cigarette case and Capri 120 from the case, raising my interest level a notch. Allison also pulled out a fairly long wooden cigarette holder and fit her cigarette into it with a practiced ease, and lit it, raising her head to exhale luxuriously.

“She absolutely insisted on the holder, so she has a matching set in different lengths. We’re trying to find one that fits her Capris and isn’t wooden,” explained Sally. I nodded, somewhat dumbfounded by my sex slave’s transformation. “She decided that she wanted to fit the image of her degree, but she smokes divinely. And she’s still—” Sally took a noisy breath. “—incredibly sexual when the occasion arises.” I nodded again in agreement, spellbound by my executive slave’s performance. “Do you like, or do we need to make her sensuality a little more overt?”

Somewhere in my mind, I was recalculating the scenario for the endgame because her new appearance and style might fit the situation better than what I had originally had in mind, but my body was reacting to my newly redesigned toy.

She finished her cigarette, and immediately asked, “Did I do that right, master? Cindy did her best to teach me what you like.” Allison eagerly awaited my pronouncement. Her new persona hadn’t changed her desire to please me one bit.

I told her that she had been fantastic, and complimented Cindy on her perfect instruction. The hard-bodied Asian girl beamed, not knowing that she was about to go from Allison’s teacher to her fucktoy. “Cindy, it is time to surrender yourself,” I whispered into her ear, kissing her lightly on the neck.

She walked over to Allison, removed the key that she was wearing around her neck and held the chain forward. “Master says that this is for you, because you have learned well, and he has approved.” Allison took the chain with the key, looking puzzled, and proceeded to study it, unaware that Cindy had discreetly taken a few steps backwards from her. “Show me the key, Allison,” Cindy quietly said. “Hold it in front of my eyes, please, so that I may show you what it unlocks.”

Still perplexed, Allison complied. Cindy’s arms raised in front of her, seemingly of their own volition, stopping when they were parallel to the ground, her fingertips outstretched. I love zombie sex toys. Allison gasped as Cindy’s eyes locked on the key before emptying of expression and she began to speak in a monotone. “You hold the key to fucktoy’s freedom. You are now my mistress Allison, after master and my mistress Sally. I have become your fucktoy because master has approved of your learning, and he has given my body to you as a reward. I will return the pleasures that you gave to me as pupil. You may use my body however you wish, as long as master and mistress do not object, or desire me first. I will obey your every command in fulfilling your sexual fantasies. I may be used as a robotic sex toy, a mindless zombie sex slave, or an enthusiastic fucktoy, ready to play any role that you command. What is your first command of your new slave?”

Allison’s eyes were as large as saucers, and for a moment, I worried that she was freaking out. After several moments, however, a wolfish, predatory grin began to spread across her face. She looked at Sally and me, and eagerly asked, “Master? Mistress?” We nodded, and Allison began to walk around her zombie slave with an air of inspection. “I think I want you to go to my purse, and bring my cigarettes and the longest holder back to me,” she smiled.

“Yes... mistress... I... obey,” said Cindy who walked across the room and back with her arms still outstretched, and her eyes still blank. Sally was panting softly in my ear, and her hand lightly brushed the front of my pants. This was making my girlfriend hot.

Allison handed her the holder she had been smoking with, and told Cindy to put a Capri in it and provide a light. After her first drag, Allison told Cindy to use her extra long holder and smoke a Capri. “She complained about my skinny cigarettes and holders so I’m making her smoke like me,” Allison said. By the time they had finished smoking, Sally was gently massaging the distinct lump in my pants.

Allison had noticed as well. “I’m happy you liked that, my master,” she husked, and directed Cindy to the sofa. “Does she hafta be all... zapped and zombied like that?” I explained that Cindy would respond normally during sex, but if she wanted, she could change Cindy’s zombie mode. Allison also noticed the flush on Sally’s face, smiled, and observed, “Mistress likes her as a zombie.” Sally nodded eagerly. “Would my mistress care for me to lick her pussy?”

My girlfriend didn’t need to be asked twice, and Allison asked her to sit on the sofa. Our newest acquisition undressed quickly and summoned our fucktoy, positioning her so that Cindy would pleasure Allison while she licked Sally’s pussy. I felt a little left out, but Allison cooed, “Now I need to be fucked by my master. I need to feel his cock alllll the way inside me.” She leaned forward, showing me that bountiful ass, and I heard Sally moan when Allison’s fingers entered her and Allison hissed as Cindy began to lick her clit—it was like an infusion of liquid Viagra. My cock swelled, and I enthusiastically accepted Allison’s invitation.

The four-person clusterfuck didn’t last long. Allison went first; being fucked and having her clit licked was too much for her, followed by Sally. Even though Allison had stopped licking when she came, Sally had a firm grip of her head, and was fucking the orgasmic girl’s face with grinding hips. Me? I started shooting as soon as I felt the sensation of Cindy’s tongue along the bottom of my cock added to the contractions in Allison’s pussy. When I popped out of Allison after a couple of erratic thrusts, Cindy pointed my cock downwards, stroking it while sucking the head and rim. I growled and yelped as I fired more cum into Cindy’s hungry mouth, my own orgasm prolonged and intensified by fucktoy’s efforts at drawing even more cum from me for her to swallow.

She didn’t get her own orgasm until several minutes later, as I lay on the sofa next to Sally, and Allison was still lying on the floor with her chest heaving. I commanded her to get herself off, and Sally and I started necking as we watched her. My cock began to fill again, slowly, but a little bit of pain from my nuts told me that I needed to take a break, so I sent Allison and Cindy to the kitchen to make lunch. I was going to need more fuel for this. “Do you like your harem?” my girlfriend softly purred.

“Yes,” I sighed happily. “You’re perfect.” They were. Now, if only I had the money to be able to enjoy them like this for as long as I wished.