Come morning, I dress in civilian clothes and set off with Kiera to go apartment hunting. She owns a bar that's highly successful (at least according to its books and all the money we're washing through it), and I want somewhere I can have a throne room. So my "girlfriend" and I are going to find someone to rent a penthouse from.

"Oooh, how exciting!" she says when I broach the idea, grinning and taking my hand, so pleased to be walking hand in hand with the woman she adores. "So, tell me about this place you saw?"

"It's in Raine Tower, that new luxury highrise in Midtown," I say. "Practically a palace on the roof, 6,000 square feet, fully furnished, two beds, two and a half baths, private elevator. Way out of our price range, even with the money we've got coming through the bar--but you know how persuasive I can be, don't you, sweetheart." I punctuate that last with a burst of pleasure.

She shivers in delight. "Mmm, yes Mistress..." she whispers in my ear, giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

"Good girl." I reward her with more pleasure and arousal, and then we set off to our scheduled meeting with the penthouse's owner.

We arrive to find a tall, curvy blonde woman waiting for us in the penthouse foyer, wearing a sheer black skirt, a white t-shirt that somehow feels more like tailored fashion than something to lounge with, and a black, jeweled choker. She is tapping her foot impatiently and checking her watch, as tastefully yet obviously expensive as the rest of her outfit.

I enjoy the view. I was prepared just to make her want to give us a deal, but now, I may have to keep her. Although... Collared already, eh? Hope that's just fashion and doesn't mean there's a dom in the picture who'll be pissed at me poaching her. But if there is, I can deal with it. "Ms. Raine, I presume?" I extend a hand, and begin to push attraction--physical, yes, but also emotional/platonic. I want her to instinctively like us.

"Yes, that would be me. And you are?" She looks me up and down. At first, this is somewhat dismissive—and yet, even in those few seconds, I can feel her having to admit that she finds me stunning.

"Jenny Miller," I reply. "And this is my girlfriend, Kiera. She's an up-and-coming local entrepreneur and we're looking for lodging that befits our status." I continue to feed her attraction, liking, and intrigue.

She glances over at Kiera, but that’s not who has her interest. I am. "I see,” she says. “So you're here about the penthouse suite, yes? It's a wrench to leave, but ever since my partner and I..." She stares off into space for a moment, before gathering her thoughts. "Anyway, never mind that. Unhappy memories. You think you can afford this place?"

"I think the better question is whether you can afford not to have us as your tenants, Katherine," I reply. I push anxiety as I do, and a pulse of pleasure when I use her first name. "Why don't you show us around?"

She straightens up, going slightly stiff as she just about manages to suppress a gasp as the pleasure hits her. "Yes... yes, of course. This way, please." Striding confidently forward in her heels, she leads us through the reception corridor, into the living room.

I ogle her openly as we go, and make admiring noises about the admittedly impressive space. "My entire apartment would fit in this room twice over," I whisper to Kiera.

"Very attractive," I say to Katherine. "I like the room as well." I suppress annoyance and replace it with a brief flush of pleasure.

"T-thank you..." She blushes, strangely—to her—nervous as she leads me through to the kitchen area, which is, like every room I've seen so far, expensively furnished to the very height of luxury living.

Now this I'm interested in. I've never had what I felt was an adequate kitchen, and I could have some fun in one. "Plenty of outlets, lots of counter space, good," I say. "Have you tested their weight capacity?" I add a suggestive lilt to my voice, and give her pleasure, arousal, attraction.

She raises an eyebrow, her curiosity warring with a sense of propriety. Unthinkingly, she takes a step closer to me, subconsciously wanting to be near me. "I—I'm not sure I understand? Why would I..?"

"Mm," I say, my voice disappointed and disapproving. "Not the adventurous sort, then?" I retain the arousal and attraction but replace pleasure with discomfort and anxiety at disappointing me.

Her eyes flit desperately around the room, panicked. "No! I mean... no... I...." She hesitates, and I can sense just a hint of how adventurous she’s truly been before.

I push trust, a little submissiveness, and continued arousal and attraction. "You what, Kitty?" It's a disrespectful, diminutive nickname that I suspect she would normally dislike, but I smother that in favor of a little burst of pleasure and more submissiveness.

Her eyes flutter, so close to my body, my warmth. "Kitty..." she purrs under her breath.

"So tell me, my sweet Kitty," another rush of submissive pleasure and arousal, "Have these counters been fucked on?"

She looks up at me through lidded eyes, and places a hand on my wrist. "Yes," she admits.

"Good to know," I reply. "Let's move on." I push more arousal, attraction, submission, and a tinge of disappointment.

With visible effort, she pulls myself away from me, attempting to compose herself. I can see her chiding herself, presumably wondering what’s gotten into her. "This is the living room of course—with lovely skyline views through the floor to ceiling windows. And back into the reception area. Further along, you'll notice three bedrooms—all with luxury en-suite facilities."

I nod. "Lovely. The multiple bedrooms will give plenty of space for the rest of my harem." I push attraction and intrigue.

"I'm sorry, what?" she does a double take.

"Oh yes, Kiera is one of my sex slaves, not my girlfriend. My girlfriend has her own place in the city." I push more attraction, interest, and a whiff of jealousy. "All my girls are quite happy with the arrangement, isn't that right, Kiera?"

"Mmmhmm!" She grins devilishly, sidling up to Katherine and gently stroking her arm.

"This... this is uncalled for! Intolerable! I will call the authorities!"

"About what?" I ask, pushing calm, curiosity, desire. "My girls submit willingly, joyfully even. There's no law against it."

Her disgust is powerful, enough to override at least some of my suggestion. "I will not tolerate my property being used for such... sordid behavior!" Her cheeks are flushed, which could be anger or embarrassment, but neither would explain her nipples being taut enough to see through her shirt.

"Such a strong reaction," I say. "The idea scares you, doesn't it? Which means it's powerful to you. I wonder why that is... Perhaps because deep down, you know it's something you need but can't have?" I push a rush of desire, alongside grief.

"I... I..." She shakes my head, protesting—a little too much—as tears begin to well in her eyes. There is something there, a deeper grief or regret that is bubbling to the surface in response to my manipulations.

"A wealthy, powerful woman like yourself, always having to project strength, always having to maintain appearances, never able to let go. How you must yearn to be freed of responsibility, to let someone else take control for a little while, to break rules without feeling bad about it because someone else is making the decisions..." I up the desire still more. I want her to ache.

"Nn-n-no...." she mewls.

"You've broken the rules before, haven't you, sweet girl? And you were punished for it so unfairly. You can tell me about it, it's safe here..." I speak softly, soothingly, and push comfort and trust as I do.

"Yeahh..." she whispers, nodding. "It was Helen, my assistant. She was gorgeous, I should never have—"

"Shh," I say cupping her cheek. I give her a flush of both comfort and arousal at my touch. "You were confined, constrained, trapped in a role, and your needs became too much to bear, didn't they? You couldn't help yourself." She nuzzles into my touch, and I know I’ve got her. She has swung already from disgust to perceiving me as warm, safe, understanding.

I tilt her chin up gently so our gazes meet, and with my other hand I stroke her hair, pushing arousal and attraction. "The problem is that you have so little experience doing what you want instead of what you're supposed to do, so you made some bad mistakes when you tried. But don't you see, there's a simple solution for that. You need a guide, someone who can help you fill those deep yearnings without the guilt and fear that comes with them. Doesn't that sound good, Katherine?"

"A guide... yes, please!" she moans, her sense of control beginning to melt away as she confronts and confesses her deepest desires—both the real ones and the ones I’ve placed there.

Meanwhile, Kiera begins to kiss Katherine's upper arms and shoulders.

"Everyone deserves a chance to lay down their responsibilities... But you understand, responsibility and control go hand in hand. To be free of guilt, free of shame, free of regret, you also have to surrender control." I push submission, desire, arousal. "Do you want me to take control? To become my sweet, obedient little Kitty?"

"Please—anything!" Her eyes wander past my shoulder, further down the corridor, where the master bedroom awaits.

"Good girl!" I reward her with near-orgasmic pleasure and intense arousal—but stop just below the threshold of release. "But I have so many slaves already. I would have to ask something in exchange. Let's say... two-thirds off our rent?" I push desire, trust, submission.

"Anything, anything! Please! Just fuck me!"

"Hmm... I don't know. What do you think, Kiera?"

Kiera continues kissing Katherine's shoulders and up her neck, before she breaks off and looks at me, her eyes filled with lust. "Mmm, seal the deal, Mistress..."

"Why don't you show us the bedroom, Kitty?" I ask. "You can leave your clothes here."

I feel Katherine muster every bit of her strength of will, and she actually manages to break free of my and Kiera's grasps. For just a moment, she could run if she wanted. And yet, she stands perfectly still. She struggles with her own desires, but her fingers betray her, reaching up to lift her tee off her chest. She drops it to the floor, pleading with herself to stop—but still she continues, hands diving behind her, scooping inside the waist of her skirt, and soon that has puddled around her ankles as well. Carefully, she lifts her feet out of the skirt's crumpled heap, so that she just wearing a set of lace panties, the collar, and the heels.

Smiling, I stand reach for the collar, running a finger along the edge of it. "And this?" I ask. "Does it mean anything to you?"

She shivers, nodding slowly. "Y-yes..."

"Tell me."

"M-my—my partner..."

"I see," I reply. "Tell me about them." While she responds, I tease and stroke her full breasts, amping up pleasure, desire, and helplessness, but also any guilt or shame.

"Ki-Ki—s-she's… I mean, she was just meant to be my assistant..."

"I'd love to meet her sometime," I say, my voice dark with promise as I flood her with arousal, guilt, and a bit of anxiety.

"Y-yess..." She nods, slowly, trembling. It's hard to tell whether that's through fear at me doing something similar to her, or to the arousal pulsing through her veins at exactly that—or would be, if I couldn’t sense that it was both.

"Good girl," I reply. I continue to play with her breasts with one hand, while I slip the other into her panties to feel how wet she is.

She is, of course, soaking wet by this point. She moans, casting one last forlorn look back at the brochure on the kitchen island—she thought I was here to look at the apartment, but now understands I had other ideas. "Bedroom—t-this way..."

To be fair, I did come to look at the apartment. I only changed my mind after I saw her. I don’t read her mind, exactly—it’s more like an informed guess based on what I can sense, plus body language.

"Wait," I reply to her, and hold my soaking finger up to her lips. "Taste how badly you want this. You're not going to tell anyone anything, are you? You wouldn't want her to know you've betrayed her." I flare up the shame and fear while tamping down guilt—I want her afraid of judgment and rejection, not seeking redemption.

Slowly, knowing this is a line she'll never be able to go back across, she leans forward and sucks on my finger. "Please... I won't tell a soul..."

"Good girl." I push down all other feelings and just fill her with helpless pleasure and arousal.

Her legs shaking like jelly, she reaches out to take my other hand, desperate to lead me to the bedroom so I can take her fully, as soon as humanly possible.

I follow, gesturing to Kiera to do likewise.

She grins, licking her lips, and takes Katherine's hand. "Imagine, Mistress, if we made her love this, even before you take her? Like, a sense of delight at discovering her true calling?"

I smile wickedly. "What a delightful idea, Kiera. I think I shall." I give Kiera a pulse of orgasmic pleasure for pleasing me. Then I begin my work on Katherine, upping both her pleasure and helplessness, trying to make one feed the other. She's a sub already, they shouldn't be too hard to link.

It's not a long walk down the marble-clad corridor, from the large lounge/reception room, to the master bedroom, but even as we take that short path, Katherine’s mind hazes faster and faster, her every motion as if in a dream. A blissful smile comes over her lips, and she even giggles.

"Mmm, having fun, Katherine? This is going to feel so good, and you don't even need to feel guilty about betraying your girlfriend because you can't help yourself, isn't that right?" I push eagerness to please, helplessness, and floaty bliss as I pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply.

She turns to me, grinning in glee. "Oh, gosh, yes! You've done something to me, and I can't help myself, and I love it because you made me love it, so I love it, and I..." She’s babbling, barely able to think straight.

I laugh. That’s exactly how I want her. "That's right, silly girl." I push amusement, giddiness, pleasure. "You're out of control, and that feels so silly and so good, you can just do what you feel..." I stroke and squeeze her fantastic tits, pushing the pleasure and arousal higher.

As we enter the bedroom, it's all she can do to not burst out laughing. She lets go of my hand, spinning dizzily and falling back onto the bed before looking at me, hungrily.

Kiera practically leaps onto the bed beside Katherine. Turning to me, she begins to trace a lazy finger over her chest. "She's gorgeous, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is," I agree, and give Katherine a pulse of pleasure in response. "Such a helpless little slut, just like you, Kiera." I give both of them pulses of pleasure and arousal at that. "Why don't you explain to her why being mine is such a wonderful thing to be?" As Kiera does, I finish stripping.

"Oh, Katherine, it's the best!” she gushes. “It's like you wouldn't believe! Just an endless haze of pleasure—obeying Mistress is sooooo good!"

A brief flicker of doubt passes over Katherine’s face. Again, I can easily guess her thoughts: Obeying? That sounds... wrong… And yet, a moment later, without me having to push anything, the doubt is gone; her own hands are caressing her tits and she can't wait to be fucked.

"Say it, Katherine," I order, descending onto the bed. "Tell me how desperate you are, how helpless."

She whines, "Please... You can have everything, the apartment, my money, all of it! Just please—I'm begging you, FUCK ME!!!" she screams.

"I hear the desperation, but you're still trying to bargain, still trying to assert control. Where's the helplessness I ordered?" I raise her desire but push the pleasure a little down.

Even now, her domineering nature is hard for her to suppress. I could, of course, but it’s more fun to make her do it to herself—and she wants to be good, for me. So, with all her might, she pushes that will deep down inside her, almost crushing it under the weight of her need to submit, just like she would for the partner that gave her that collar. "Ohhhh gawd you're right—please, I'm your toy... your plaything.... your... puppet!"

My smile is dark, twisted, practically a snarl. "That's right! And this is what being my puppet feels like." I thrust into her, triggering a chain of orgasms as I thrust again and again.

Helplessly, she writhes and bucks with wild abandon, doing nothing to stop me having my way with her, utterly and completely. "Your! Puppet!"

I pound her helpless, soaking pussy. "That's right! Mine, whenever I want you to be!"

"Yes! YES! YEEEEEESSSSSS!" Her mind is a blur, all thoughts of this property viewing completely abandoned, her desire for her assistant withering on the vine—only I mean anything to her now.

I pull out suddenly, and move forward to cum all over her face and tits, marking her, claiming her, while I trigger her most intense orgasm yet. "Kiera," I command, gesturing at my cum.

She practically leaps onto Katherine's tits, eagerly lapping up as much as she can.

I remain straddling Katherine, stroking her belly and tits possessively. "You’re mine now," I say. "You'll do as I please, won't you, puppet? Hide your new obedience from your girlfriend, sneak behind her back until the day I command you to betray her and lead her into slavery alongside her, ruin your life just to please me, won't you? All because you love how helpless I make you feel." I flood her with helplessness and soft, warm, enveloping peace.

"Y-yesss, Mistress... Whatever you want." She’d always imagined that being in control, being in charge, was the greatest pleasure—but now, she realizes how wrong she'd been.

I kiss her softly but possessively. It won't take long for her feelings for her girlfriend to resurface, which I'm sure will result in some truly delicious guilt and inner turmoil. But I am very confident that her feeling of helplessness will give her the excuse and her desires the motivation to remain obedient anyway. Besides, she’ll be coming by monthly to collect a rent check. I’ll sure I’ll have plenty of opportunities for reinforcement.

And if her girlfriend is remotely as attractive as she is, I might ask her to bring her along next time, too.