Denise sat by the pool sunning herself, Brandon was recording an Instagram video for his fans while Neil and Denise were doing laps in the pool. She was reflecting on what a crazy month it had been. Her boyfriend came home with some strange artefact, and he took her from living in a small everyday house to a minor celebrity’s mansion. Sure, she had helped him a bit and given a few pushes but Neil had sure done well. She watched him in the pool admiringly. On top of everything he was making love to her once a day, sometimes with the circlet, sometimes without. She knew he was still fucking Chloe too, of course, But whenever she asked what they were doing he just explained that there was a dark side to his sexuality that he loves her too much to expose her too. Chloe was the sort of girl he could use to satisfy those desires. Denise didn’t know exactly what this meant but it sounded kinda hot. One woman couldn’t be enough for a man like Neil but at least he was hers.

Neil hauled himself out, droplets cascading down his toned frame as he settled onto the sunbed beside her. His towel landed in a damp heap, and she caught his eyes lingering on her curves, a flicker of hunger in his gaze. Before she could tease him, Brandon swaggered over, still filming, the camera panning across the pool. “Check out my crew chilling by the water,” he boasted, his broad chest puffed out for the lens.

Then Chloe emerged from the pool like a siren, water streaming off her skin as she thrust her chest forward. Her bikini top strained against her exaggerated curves, and she flashed a sultry grin at the camera. “Don’t forget to like, follow, tip—you know you want some of this,” she purred, her voice dripping with playful menace. Brandon’s face flushed crimson, his confident spiel faltering as he fumbled to end the recording. “Uh, yeah, vote for me for the next *Lust Island* series—catch you in the next one!” He swiped the air awkwardly and bolted inside, muttering about edits.

“Hope that will give your followers a boost” Chloe smirked.

Denise turned to Neil and was suddenly confronted with a tent in his trousers. She expected him to start sweet-talking her but instead he said “I think Chloe needs some circlet treatment” with a dark look in his eye. He signaled to Chloe with a curt nod, and she sauntered after him, hips swaying as they disappeared into the house. The glass door slid shut with a soft thud, leaving Denise alone by the pool, the air suddenly cooler against her skin.

She huffed, swinging her legs off the lounger. *Well, this sucks.* The jealousy she’d learned to temper flared briefly, but curiosity overpowered it. What was Neil up to with Chloe this time? Was it the circlet—or something darker? She padded inside, the tiles cold under her bare feet, and poured herself a glass of water in the kitchen. Her eyes snagged on the circlet, resting innocently on the counter where she’d left it after morning chores. Its silver surface gleamed under the overhead lights, whispering secrets. If Chloe was indulging Neil without it, what did that mean? She snatched it up, the metal cool and heavy in her hand, and crept toward the living room.

Peering through the cracked door, she froze. Neil and Brandon sat naked on the leather sofa, their bodies rigid, eyes glazed as they stared up at Chloe. She loomed over them, bare and commanding, her curves exaggerated in the dim light filtering through the blinds. Gift-wrapped boxes—wine bottles and soap sets—littered the coffee table like offerings at an altar. “Your tributes have pleased the bimbo goddess,” Chloe intoned, her voice smooth and regal. “You are worthy of penetrating my inner sanctum.”

Neil and Brandon beamed, chests swelling with pride. Denise’s stomach twisted as Chloe continued, “Without conscious thought, your hands drift to your cocks and begin pleasuring you.” Their hands moved in unison, stroking themselves with mindless devotion, low groans escaping their throats. “In your conscious minds, I ride your cocks,” Chloe purred. “You plunge into your goddess’s pussy, and it milks you with a ferocity you’ve never known. There’s nothing you can do but surrender to the pleasure and fight not to release too soon.”

Denise’s grip tightened on the circlet, nails digging into her palm. Chloe casually scrolled through Instagram on her phone, barely glancing at the men writhing under her spell. Fury surged through Denise, hot and bitter. Neil had lied—those hypnotic tits were still in play, and worse, he’d rather jerk off to this manipulative bitch than be with her? This wasn’t her stud taking a side piece; it was pathetic, a betrayal of everything she’d built with him.

Her anger crystallized into action. Chloe was distracted, thumb flicking lazily across her screen. Denise slipped forward, silent as a shadow, and dropped the circlet onto Chloe’s head with a swift, satisfying clink. “Mistress?” Chloe gasped, her phone clattering to the floor as her posture softened, eyes snapping to Denise with startled adoration.

“Shut your mouth slut” Denise snapped. “Neil, you fucking simp, how dare you fucking lie to me.”

“ugh, fuck yeah, so fucking good” Neil panted, still lost in his trance, hand pumping furiously.

“You can talk to wake him up and anything else I ask” she spat to Chloe.

“Neil, your perceptions of the goddess will fade away and you will fully return to reality” Chloe said, her tone meek but clear.

Neil’s eyes cleared, devastation washing over his face as the blissful fantasy was wretched from him and he registered Denise and Chloe staring at him, cock still in hand. “Fuck.” Brandon, oblivious, kept stroking, lost in his own haze.

“Neil you lied to me so you do this simping shit with another woman. How much crap have you been buying her? " She stopped for a moment. “Or was this all her idea, did she catch you in her tits while I wasn’t looking?”

“No, this was my idea,” Neil stammered, scrambling to his feet. “She was supposed to fuck me—Brandon was the one meant to be in an illusion!” He and Denise glared at Chloe.

“Look, I don’t get off fucking subs OK! and it’s not like it you weren’t loving it anyway.” Chloe huffed.

“Whatever.” Denise’s voice was ice. “Neil, put some goddamn pants on and come with me. Chloe, your tits can no longer affect men’s minds.”

“Does Neil agree?” Chloe asked, tilting her head.

“What?”

“With Neil conscious now, you must both agree to power the circlet. It feels much weaker with you both in conflict.” Chloe said, wondering how exactly she knew that.

“Fine, Neil, tell her to say bye-bye to those tits”

“No, I like them the way they are,” Neil said. He stood up and started to resemble the man Denise loved.

“I love the way they look as she kneels before me, ready to be fucked by her master. Imagine how hot that looks. You could join in and we can put all this business behind us.” Neil said seductively.

Oh, god. That would be hot. Chloe seemed to move forward like she wanted to get into position right there right now.

Denise’s breath hitched. God, that *would* be hot. Chloe edged forward, eager to obey, her body practically humming with anticipation. “But first, let’s kiss and make up,” Neil murmured, nodding at Chloe. Before Denise could protest, Chloe’s lips crashed into hers—soft, sensual, electric. “Your hands are so good at exploring your mistress’s body, finding her most sensitive spots,” Neil purred.

Denise started to melt as Chloe’s hands started exploring her body. What was happening? She started this encounter completely in control, she hadn’t told Chloe to do any of this. But when she started agreeing with Neil, Chloe had become more obedient to him. The more he dominated the area the more the circlet would respond to him! “Get her more nice and wet for her master’s cock” Neil pressed.

He was intended to fuck her, then when she was good and spent he would put the circlet on her and get her to forgot all this. Did she want this to happen? It would feel so good to give in, to submit and be filled with his... will. But then he would fall back into old habits, a weak master again. “STOP!” she bellowed, the shout tearing from her lungs.

Chloe froze and Neil was shocked into silence.

“Relationships are based on trust Neil and I know you didn’t want it to come to this but if you want this relationship to continue we must trust one another.” Denise explained “So if you like this role-playing crap, fine. Trust me to take control for an hour, and I’ll trust you with whatever you want after. Deal?”

Neil pondered this for a moment. “Agreed” he said.  

“Chloe, if you please,” Denise said, stepping back.  

Chloe used her power to trance him but while wearing the circlet the effect seemed to be multiplied. His eyes glazed instantly, thought draining from his face like he had been hit by a freight train.  

It worked! “Chloe, my words will craft your reality as well as Neil and Brandon’s. You really are a bimbo goddess managing your worshippers”  
Chloe started enthusiastically pumping the cocks of the boys.  

“Behold your mistress, the consort of conquerors. My body surpasses all other goddesses, mortal men desire nothing more on this earth than to penetrate this pussy. Tell me servant, are these the best candidates you could find?”

“Yes, mistress,” Chloe replied. “On your knees before our mistress.”  

Brandon and Neil fell to the floor staring in awe of her.

Denise smirked. This was… fun. More than she’d expected. She stood over them, one leg swinging over Brandon’s shoulder, her bikini-clad pussy hovering inches from his face. The scent of chlorine and sunscreen clung to her skin, mingling with the musk of arousal in the room. “You, boy,” she commanded, her voice sharp. “Have you fought your hardest, conquered your domain until you’re lord of all you survey?”

Brandon’s head bowed, his massive frame shrinking under her gaze. “No, mistress,” he admitted, shame thickening his voice. “If I’m not renewed for the next series of my show, my career will tank, and I’ll lose this house.”

Denise faltered, the weight of his words slicing through her bravado. Their cushy life here wasn’t as secure as she’d thought—Brandon’s failure could unravel it all. She shook it off, moving to Neil, her leg draping over his shoulder. His eyes burned into her, raw with desire. 

“And you,” she demanded. “Have you fought your hardest, conquered your domain until you’re lord of all you survey?”

“No,” Neil confessed, his voice cracking. “I’ve neglected my friends and lovers. I’ve lied to the ones I loved most. I’ve failed at being their master.”

Her heart lurched. Seeing him stripped bare, admitting his flaws, nearly broke her. But she pressed on, the role too intoxicating to abandon. “Minion,” she said to Chloe, “these mortals aren’t worthy of my pussy, but it demands satisfaction. You must satisfy your mistress tonight. These mortals may observe, but warn them—unworthy men might faint from the pleasure.”

“Yes, mistress,” Chloe replied, her tone dripping with adoration. She stepped forward, her exaggerated curves swaying hypnotically, the circlet gleaming on her head. Denise could see the flicker of excitement in her eyes—Chloe was enjoying this as much as she was.  
Denise lowered herself onto the sofa, spreading her legs slightly, her bikini still clinging to her skin from the pool. She locked eyes with Neil, whose gaze burned with a mix of frustration and longing, and then Brandon, whose dumbstruck expression betrayed his complete surrender to the scene unfolding before him.

“Begin,” Denise ordered.

Chloe dropped to her knees before Denise, her hands sliding up Denise’s thighs with a slow, deliberate grace. Her fingers brushed the edge of the bikini bottoms, teasing the fabric aside just enough to expose a sliver of skin, but not enough to give the men a full view. Neil let out a low groan, his hands twitching at his sides, but he couldn’t move. Brandon’s breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving as he stared, transfixed.

“You see this, boys?” Denise purred, her voice laced with mockery. “This is what a real goddess demands—devotion and skill. Not your pathetic groping and manipulation.” She leaned back, letting Chloe’s hands roam higher, her touch light but electric. Chloe’s lips hovered just above Denise’s skin, her breath warm and tantalizing, before she planted a soft, lingering kiss on her inner thigh.

Neil’s jaw clenched, his erection straining painfully against the air, but Denise’s command held him fast—he couldn’t touch himself, couldn’t relieve the pressure building inside him. Brandon whimpered softly, his hands flexing as if fighting an invisible force keeping them pinned to his sides.

“Chloe, show them more,” Denise said, her voice sharp. “Let them feel their predicament.”

Chloe obeyed instantly, rising to her feet and turning to face the men. She ran her hands over her own body, cupping her massive breasts and letting them bounce slightly, the hypnotic power dormant but their sheer presence still overwhelming. She arched her back, her hips swaying as she slid her fingers down her stomach, stopping just short of her panties. Then, with a wicked grin, she turned back to Denise and straddled her lap, pressing their bodies together in a slow, sensual grind.

Chloe’s lips crashed into hers, hungry and eager, her tongue darting out to deepen the kiss. Denise responded in kind, her hands sliding down Chloe’s back to grip her ass, pulling her tighter against her. The wet sound of their kiss filled the room, punctuated by Neil’s strangled groan and Brandon’s helpless whimper. Denise peeked through half-lidded eyes to see them—Neil’s face twisted in tortured desire, Brandon’s mouth slack as drool threatened to spill from the corner.

Chloe slid off Denise’s lap and knelt between her legs again, this time tugging the bikini bottoms fully aside. She didn’t dive in—not yet—but hovered there, her tongue flicking out to trace the air just above Denise’s skin, close enough to drive her wild but not enough to satisfy. Denise moaned softly, letting the sound echo for the men to hear, knowing it would twist the knife deeper.

Neil’s eyes widened, his body trembling with the effort of restraint. Brandon, meanwhile, looked like he might collapse, his knees buckling slightly as he stared at Chloe’s teasing display. His cock twitched visibly, precum glistening at the tip, but he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Chloe upped the ante, pressing her chest against Denise’s legs as she leaned in, her lips brushing Denise’s clit with the lightest of touches before pulling back. Denise arched her back, exaggerating the motion for effect, her hands gripping the sofa cushions. “More,” she demanded, and Chloe complied, her tongue darting out again, this time making fleeting contact that sent shivers through Denise’s body.

Chloe’s tongue hit just the right spot, and Denise’s hips bucked, a cry tearing from her throat. She was close—so close—and she wanted them to feel every second of her triumph. “Faster,” she demanded, and Chloe complied, her mouth relentless, her fingers slipping inside to curl against Denise’s sweet spot. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and Denise’s control began to slip, her body surrendering to the rising tide.

Chloe doubled her efforts, her tongue and fingers working in perfect sync, driving Denise higher and higher. The room spun, the men’s tortured gasps fading into the background as Denise’s world narrowed to the searing pleasure coursing through her. And then it hit—a shattering, blinding climax that ripped through her like a storm. She screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around Chloe’s fingers as wave after wave of bliss consumed her.

In that moment, as she rode the peak of her orgasm, Denise flung her command at the men. “Cum—now!”

Neil and Brandon obeyed instantly, their bodies seizing as they exploded. Neil’s cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum shooting across the floor, his knees buckling as he collapsed with a guttural groan. Brandon followed, his own release even messier, splattering the hardwood in a wild arc as he swayed and crumpled, a dazed moan escaping his lips. Both men hit the ground hard, their bodies twitching once, twice, then going still, unconscious in the slick, cum-soaked mess they’d made.

Some hours later Neil regained consciousness enough to hear Brandon say “Mate, I used to envy you fucking these babes. But now I think I pity you.”