"Also, the HOA meeting is tonight."

 

"Are you going?"

 

"I probably should given the issues raised last time. Although if that guy Dave is there I may want to strangle him."

 

"Still harassing the board for no good reason?"

 

"Yep."

 

"Hm. Too bad I can't influence the board to kick him out of the neighborhood."

 

"Maybe we can make an offer on his house, buy it out."

 

"What would we do with a second house?" He sounded amused.

 

"Roleplay house? Permanent play areas?"

 

".... you make a good argument."

 

She chuckled as she responded.  "Of course I do. "

 

"Cheeky."

 

"Always."

 

After saying their goodbyes she hung up the phone and dropped it into the cup holder of her car as she swung through a fast food drive through to grab dinner.  The HOA meetings were always a slog, made worse by Dave who agreed with exactly none of the decisions the board made, but refused to offer any suggestions or serve on the board himself.

 

It was two hours later that she entered the house, exhausted from the contentious meeting. She had been joking about making an offer on Dave's house but right now it seemed like a good idea.

 

Shoes off, purse and jacket hung up, she entered the living room to see her husband sitting behind a tray table with a printed sign that had his name and "MOA President/Mind Owner" on it. A second tray table and empty chair sat across from him, and she saw the sign on the table had her name and "MOA Mind Member".  She found herself moving toward the chair and sitting down.

 

"I call this meeting of the Mind Owners Association to order.  All mind owners are present.  All minds are present. We have a quorum."

 

She swayed a bit, her thoughts dropping out from under her. She focused on her mind owner, and on the small sand hour glass that had appeared on his table. As the sand slowly drained out of it, so did her tension and her remaining thoughts, until the glass was empty, and she just stared at it, waiting.

 

"A mind owned."

 

"Is a joy to be," she responded automatically.

 

"Is your mind owned?"

 

"My mind is owned."

 

"Who owns your mind?"

 

"You own my mind, with my willing consent."

 

"I call the planning committee to report on the latest installations."

 

She sat up. "The installation of the new commands has been successful, though there were some issues at first. Mostly confusion and a few awkward times when activated prior to a location determination," she said.

 

Her mind owner chuckled. "My fault," he agreed. "But I think some adjustment can be made to ensure no more awkwardness. If the committee agrees?"

 

"The committee agrees," she sighed, slipping deeper.

 

"The installation committee report is completed. I call the bylaw committee to order."

 

"The bylaw committee is present," she replied.

 

Her mind owner turned the sand timer over again. "Bylaw changes incoming," he said.

 

"Ready," she replied, her eyes closing when the sand ran out, and her mind opening completely to her mind owner.

 

"-one. Bylaw committee dismissed."

 

She opened her eyes, still floating, still in thrall to her mind owner, but while she knew something had happened in the bylaw committee, she couldn't remember it, and didn't need to until she was told she should remember.

 

"The planning committee will report on the new bylaws in a month."

 

"The planning committee will report."

 

"Hmmm," her mind owner said. "I do enjoy you being so docile and complacent in these meetings."

 

She didn't respond, her eyes locked onto the sign on her tray table. She frowned a bit, wondering if had changed from "MOA Mind Member" to "MOA Owned Mind". Or had that always been there?

 

"A mind owned," he said.

 

"Is a joy to be," she replied automatically, putting the confusion over the sign out of her thoughts.

 

"Is your mind owned?"

 

"My mind is owned."

 

"Who owns your mind?"

 

"You own my mind, with my willing consent."

 

"Good girl.  How much of your mind do I own at this moment?"

 

"You own one hundred percent of my mind right now."

 

"Very good girl."  She felt herself blush at that.

 

"I think we need to test the new mind controls installed."  He tapped a finger on his tray table, but didn't say anything else. She didn't respond, waiting.

 

"Lights fifty percent."

 

Her eyelids closed halfway.

 

"Alarm to off."

 

She relaxed more into the chair, unable to stop herself.

 

"Alarm to on."

 

She sat up immediately, back straight, eyes still half closed but everything in her focused on her mind owner, watching him and waiting.

 

"Alarm set to stay."

 

She relaxed somewhat, but her eyes, still half closed, and her mind were still focused sharply on him.

 

"Lights off."

 

Her eyelids slammed closed, but she had no other reaction.

 

"Alarm to off."

 

She sagged in the chair again, utterly unable to stop herself.  Not that she wanted to. She was an owned mind and her mind owner commanded her.

 

"Beautiful, docile, obedient girl," he said, and she wanted to squirm but couldn't.

 

"Now for the real test," he said. "Heat to 85."

 

She gasped as it felt like someone had flipped a switch internally and her arousal, previously a background item, roared to the front fast and hot, her clit throbbing as her body demanded more, demanded satisfaction, but she couldn't move, couldn't do anything but sit there.

 

"Heat to 90."

 

A moan escaped her as her arousal ratcheted up more.

 

"A mind owned," he said.

 

"Is a joy to be," she replied automatically, breathily. 

 

"Is your mind owned?"

 

"My mind is owned."

 

"Who owns your mind?"

 

"You own my mind, with my willing consent," she moaned as the call and response turned her on more.

 

"What is the heat set at?"

 

"93," she said, without thinking.

 

"Good girl.  What happens if the heat gets to 100?"

 

"Owned minds can't come until the heat reaches 100 and owner opens the tap," she said obediently.

 

"Good girl. Heat to 80."

 

Her arousal cooled immediately, still present but no longer the demanding ache it had been.

 

"I wonder how long it would take you to reach 100 if I left you here, on your own, with nothing but your mind. Would you reach it at all?" he mused. "Could you? I own your mind, you're doing so well with the new bylaws, and you're such a docile obedient girl, I bet you could sit here for a long time and never change the heat."

 

He went silent, and she stayed in the chair, relaxed. She still throbbed, still ached with arousal, but nothing happened, not getting hotter.  Not cooling off. Staying where her mind owner had ordered her to be.  For as long as he wanted her to be.

 

"What is the heat set at?"

 

"80."

 

"Oh, good girl," he purred, and she felt her arousal inch up a bit. "Ten minutes and staying where I commanded, where I had hoped you would stay." He paused. "I wonder. What is the heat set at?"

 

"81."

 

"I thought so. I wonder how high we can get it with your triggers. You always respond so well to them."  She felt his fingers stroke the back of her hand in a specific pattern, and her arousal inched up more. He did it again; same result. "What is the heat set at?"

 

"85."

 

"Very good."  He stroked it again, asking, "Is your mind owned?"

 

"My mind is owned."

 

"Who owns your mind?"

 

"You own my mind, with my willing consent," she said, wanting to squirm desperately.

 

"A mind owned," he said.

 

"Is a joy to be." She couldn't help but moan that, as his fingers stroked her hand again.

 

"What is the heat set at?"

 

"90."

 

He stroked her hand again in that familiar pattern. "I own your mind," he said firmly.

 

"Yes."

 

"I own your body."

 

"Yes."

 

"You obey me."

 

"Yes," she moaned.

 

"What is the heat set to?"

 

"96."

 

"Good girl, obedient, docile."  His fingers left her hand. "Heat to 75."

 

She wanted to protest, but her body obeyed him as it always did, and her arousal dropped as ordered.

 

"Lights to 100."

 

Her eyes opened completely, though she was still under his command. Still his owned mind.

 

He stood behind the tray table, his phone on its side, a display of 0:25 on it. "With each second, the heat will rise a degree, until, when it reaches zero, you reach 100.  Your owned mind knows what to do when you reach 100," he said. "And you will obey."  He turned on the timer.

 

She gasped as each second did move her arousal up and up until she was nothing but need, her body screaming for an orgasm it couldn't, wouldn't get until her mind owner allowed.

 

When the timer reached zero, she gasped. "The heat is set to 100.  Your owned mind is too hot, please cool me off, please, owner, let your obedient mind cool off, please."

 

He knelt down next to her and drew that familiar pattern on her hand, "Good girl."

 

She gasped as she felt herself inch past 100, but she still couldn't come. All she could do was continue begging him to let her come, to cool her off, to do anything to let her out of this cycle.

 

"My owned mind knows what it needs to give its owner," he murmured with another caress of his hand.

 

She did know, but something held her back, still begging, until he stroked her hand again and she found the words pouring from her lips. "The heat is at 110. Your owned mind is willingly yours, the owned body is willingly yours."

 

"Who am I?"

 

"My mind owner."

 

"And what does that make me?"

 

"Master," she gasped.

 

His other hand slid under her skirt, and stroked over her clit in the same manner his hand did on her hand. "Taps on," he said, and she moaned as she came at her master's order, always at his order, soaking her panties as her body shook with the force of the orgasm.

 

"Taps on," he said again, and she obeyed, again, pushing against his hand for stimulation, whimpering with the pleasure.

 

"Taps off, heat off, alarm off, lights off," he murmured as she came down from her second orgasm. Immediately she felt her arousal drop, her body slow down and slump in her chair as her eyes closed.

 

She felt him kiss her temple as he murmured, "Mind off," and she dropped obediently.

 

Awareness came back slowly. She realized she was lying on the floor, her head in her husband's lap, as he stoked her hair and murmured words of praise. She shifted to stretch, and opened her eyes to look at him. He helped her sit up and drink a bottle of juice before pulling her close to cuddle. "Welcome back," he said.

 

"Thanks," she croaked, still sipping her juice. "That was... intense."

 

"Good, bad, not sure?"

 

"Good and not sure." She rested her head against his shoulder.  He waited, knowing she was marshaling her thoughts. "This didn't feel like the first time you've used this scenario."

 

"Not even the tenth. You enjoy not recalling an MOA meeting until after a session. You usually ask me to hide it a few days afterward, once you've had a chance to let it percolate into new ideas."  He stroked her hair. "Like this one with the whole house control motif. That was new, installed over a few weeks into your mind's bylaws.  The HOA meeting tonight was the perfect excuse to activate it.  Yes, you did tell me you wanted to play, though I'm not going to tell you the trigger."

 

"You want to use it again," she said with a smile.

 

"Of course."  He stoked her shoulder. "How did it feel?"

 

"Being mind owned by you?"

 

"Pretty sure I know how you feel about that," he grinned. "A mind owned."

 

"Is a joy to be," she said automatically, then chuckled. "You enjoy having that rent free space in my head."

 

"Always," he replied. "All the space in your head is rent free for me."

 

"True."

 

"I meant the house commands, though. I took your ideas, that you didn't want to remember, and embellished them a little."

 

"That might be why they were so effective, if I helped plan them."

 

"We are a planning committee of two," he reminded her. "For some things."

 

She sighed. "I guess the 'not sure' came from the set up, being dragged into it as soon as I got home from the meeting. I might like a little more transition the next time.  But once I was into it, I was all in and happily obedient to my mind owner. Frustrated as you played with my arousal-"

 

"You always are and yet you come so beautifully when I finally let you," he interrupted.

 

She blushed. "But you usually don't have me call you Master."  Due to past relationships, she wasn't fond of the title for her lovers, even if it was a D/s relationship, as theirs had been for years before they'd gotten married. Funny that Owner, or Sir, or other honorifics worked better than Master.

 

"Oh, that was all you, my love. I just suggested you'd have a title for me other than your mind owner or your owner. If you had said Sir or anything else, including a variant of Owner, I would have accepted it. But I did enjoy the honor you gave my by calling me 'Master'."  He kissed her hair.

 

"It felt right, no hesitation, though as aroused as I was, I'm sure it helped."

 

"Probably. And we can talk more about it later."

 

She reached over and stroked a hand up his thigh, feeling his arousal. "I'm guessing there's more, since you're still hard."

 

"Only if you want to," he said. "This was for you, with something for me if you were up to it."

 

She turned to look at him. "I want to," she said, reaching under her skirt to remove her panties.

 

"I'm going to put you back under," he warned, undoing his jeans and lifting his hips to slid them and his underwear down, freeing his dick. "You're so deadly gorgeous when your eyes are vacant as you fuck me on my command."

 

She moved, positioning herself over his dick. "I am yours to command," she said.

 

He grinned. "Your mind owner commands you to give him your mind."

 

"By your command," she said, and dropped into an obedient trance once more.