I half-wake at a soft, sweet kiss, and then a little more at the sound of my shower running. I wake completely when I hear the buzzing of a phone. I fumble for mine, but it’s not vibrating. I slip out of bed and check Delia’s piled clothes. I find her phone in her pocket and check to see who’s calling.

I make a note of the number, then walk into the bathroom and call out to Delia in the shower: "Hey, somebody named Jasper just called you!"

Delia leans out of the shower, her nude torso glistening with water. "Fantastic! That’s the Jay, and now I have a pretext to call her back, Mistress..." She switches off the taps, and walks out, deftly wrapping herself in a towel as she does. "So... I know I'm your slave and all, but... do your powers—I assume that's how you enslaved me—do they work over the phone, or only in physical proximity?"

"They weaken with distance," I reply. "Plus I have to know where you are in order to... aim? That's the closest I can describe it. So if you wanted to get away, staying far away and making sure I don't know where you are would be the way to do it." I flood her with grief and terror at the concept, and her eyes grow wide with terror.

"No, shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that!" She rushes to my side, letting the towel fall. "I belong to you, Mistress! I just thought, we call Jasper back, and you could use your... whammy on her?"

I wipe away the dark feelings I gave her, then run my fingers down her nude back, sending thrills of delight through her. "I know you're mine, slave, and I plan to keep you. Unfortunately, no, I can't do it over the phone, my powers fade over a few blocks. I mean, you'd still be my slave on the other side of the world, but I wouldn't be able to tweak anything at that range, you know? And even if she does happen to be in range, I'd have to know exactly where she is." I choose not to mention that the pleasure conditioning I’m giving her would probably fade if she spent long enough away.

She gives me a mocking look, and I’m torn between kissing her and giving her a spanking. Before I can do either, she speaks. "Aw, that's a shame... I guess we'll just have to meet her then. Let me get dressed, and I'll ring her back."

I give her a smack on the ass as she walks away, and a thrill of pleasure. "Good girl," I reply, then hop into the shower myself for a quick rinse.

A few minutes later, we’re both dressed, and Delia dials Jasper's number and puts it on speaker, though I stay quiet as I can.

Jasper’s voice is higher than Delia’s, and irritated. "Dammit, Delia, why weren't you picking up the phone?! Have you seen the papers?"

"I was, um… busy," Delia replies.

"Yeah, well, your little stunt at the club last night, that was a spectacular failure, wasn't it?"

"Oh, yeah, that.” Delia shrugs. “Whatever, I'm over it already. Listen, we need to talk..."

I half-listen as the two ladies make their plans to meet up at a dive bar across town. We slept in late but it’s still early enough that no-one else should be around.

"Good work, Delia," I tell her when the call is over, giving her a touch of pleasure and submission. "Let's head on over and you can... introduce me."

Half an hour later, we’re parked outside the bar in Delia’s car. It’s nothing but a door in a wall, between a nail salon with bars in its windows and a check-cashing place. The only indicator of a bar is a neon sign in the shape of a martini glass over the door, and it’s off.

I want the Jay to see Delia first, so I let her lead the way in. Inside is more or less what I expected: dim yellow lighting, dusty wood, tarnished brass, cracks in the ancient plush coverings on the booths and barstools. A bartender lurks in the shadows at the far end of the bar, and a young woman about the same age as Delia is sitting at a booth in the far corner.

"Doe!” she says as we approach. “You're here, thank God. The police are everywhere, looking for you!"

"Relax, J,” Delia replies. “I'll take care of that. Besides, I found something last night... something incredible."

"Oh?” Jasper asks. “This better be good..."

I step out from behind Delia and wave to Jasper. "Hi." I look her over, and definitely enjoy the view. Wavy dark hair flows loosely past her shoulder on her right side, but it’s braided tightly against her head on the left. Her face is pretty, round, lightly tan, with huge dark eyes and full pink lips. Her black leather jacket is open over a black tank top that shows off a truly stupendous amount of cleavage. In short, she looks both hot as hell and cool as fuck, and I can’t wait to see what the rest of her hidden by the table looks like.

"Hi," she says, dismissively. "Who the hell is this, Delia?"

"She's everything," Delia gushes.

"Aww, that's sweet," I say, and put my arm Delia’s waist. "I'm the reason she was busy last night," I joke to Jasper, feeding her a bit of curiosity and jealousy.

"Listen, whatever you get up to in your spare time is none of my business,” Jasper snaps, “but last night, Delia, that almost blew our plans right out of the water! And you don't care?"

Delia leans into my body, and twists slightly to give me a kiss. "Not really, no."

I kiss her back, giving her a touch of extra pleasure. "Oh?" I ask. "I didn't know you had any further plans past the club bombing?"

Jasper scowls. "I'm not telling you anything. Listen, D, we need to talk. Alone."

As soon as I hear Jasper say that, I hit her with a dose of shame, guilt, and embarrassment. "That's rude," I say. "I'm here to help, you know."

Jasper flinches, and I can see on her face that she felt something change. "I... I... what was that?!"

I spike her curiosity. "A taste of the skills I can offer to your plans," I reply.

"Stop doing that!" I hear the anger, but on her face I can see that she’s intrigued and a little worried. "H-how are you... "

I smile and step closer. As I do, I give her more curiosity and a touch of pleasure. "How does Captain Obvious fly?" I ask. "I'm not sure I can explain it. It's my gift."

The pleasure seems to distract her, momentarily. "Ohhh...” she moans. Delia, this feels wrong… She's manipulating us..."

"Of course she is, silly!” Delia laughs. “That's why it feels so good!"

I push relaxation and lethargy on Jasper, trying to keep her from fleeing at Delia’s words. "Exactly," I say, smiling broadly. "Delia has learned the joys of being one of my Birds of Praise, and you're next on my recruitment list."

"Uhhhh... n-no..." Jasper tries to get out of the booth, but her legs don’t seem to be doing what she wants, and instead she sinks slowly to the ground. Below the jacket and tank she’s wearing jeans that look practically painted onto her broad hips and full ass, and she’s shorter than I expected, at least a full head shorter than Delia.

"Oopsie!" I take her arm and gesture for Delia to take the other—and at the same time, I give Jasper a rush of pleasure and desire at my touch. "Seems like she drank a little much, Delia, let's help her into a seat." (edited)

"G-gehhh..." Jasper struggles feebly, perhaps trying to shake me off, or call for help, or tell me off, but her movements are sluggish, her eyes distracted and confused.

I sit in the booth and pull her in behind me, to sit between me and Delia, making sure to inch Jasper’s pleasure and desire up just a little bit each time I touch her as we go. A dopey smile forms on her face; it seems like she’s completely out of it.

"She's really taking to you, huh?" says Delia.

"She is, even easier than you did—but then, you're pretty chaotic and willful, aren't you, my little wildcard?" I reply. Then I turn to Jasper and nibble at her ear, spiking the pleasure. "While you just want to slip under my control, don't you?" I say to her. I ease back a smidge on the relaxation; I want her to be able to answer, if not fight back.

"N-nnghh..." she whimpers, trying to protest I’m sure. I can see her gritting her teeth, trying to retain or regain some semblance of control, and not give in to the pleasure I’m sending coursing through her veins and between her soft, thick thighs.

I slip my hand into her jacket to massage her breasts through her top, ratcheting up the pleasure and desire significantly. "You could feel this good of all the time," I say. "Be part of the gang that is going to rule Chelmerton. Get the power and respect that your skills deserve, that you've always been denied. And all you have to do is submit to me."

Her eyelids flutter, and she relaxes again, without me having to push that at all. There’s only one explanation I can see: her resistance is starting to break.

"Ffffuck..." she moans.

I remove my hand from her breast, letting her pleasure dip back down partially but raising her desire up even higher. "So much pleasure, and all you have to do is obey. Admit it, you want this..."

She stares up at me, her dark eyes wild with desire. "P-p-please..."

I trail fingertips along her jaw, bringing the pleasure back up for just a moment. "Good girl. Say you want to be mine."

The words tumble from her lips almost immediately. "I want to be yours..." I see her flinch, like she’s trying to bite them back, but it’s too late.

I kiss her, hard, with a major surge of pleasure—that I then drop almost immediately, and replace by more desire than ever. "Good girl," I repeat, and give her another little pleasure thrill at the praise. "Admit that you want to obey me."

Her back arches, pushing her large breasts forward, into my hands. "I...” she hesitates, but not long. “I want to obey you..."

I tweak her nipple through her blouse and surge the pleasure again, stronger but even more briefly, and then follow with even more intense desire. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

Her eyes blaze with need, her whole body pushing toward me. "Yessss... god, yesss... so much..."

"You know that fucking me will make you my slave, but it's worth it, isn't it?"

She bites her lip, teetering on the edge of a precipice. I can see the calculus on her face: What does she have to lose? Just her mind, her body, her soul. And yet, so much to be gained if she accepts what I offer—and, of course, my thumb on the scale. "Yesss..." she hisses.

"Then let's go," I say. I turn to you Delia. "Let's get her into the car and take her home. You drive."

Delia grins and nods. "If you say so! Come on, J, let's go!" She pulls Jasper out of the chair, and practically drags her across the room to the door. As she pulls Jasper away from me, my latest target lets out a whine of frustrated desire.

I reward Delia with a burst of pleasure for her quick obedience. Once we reach the car, I get into the backset with Jasper and hold her to me, stroking and teasing her body, heightening her pleasure, desire, and attraction to me the entire trip. As I do, I gradually lower the relaxation and lethargy, checking to see if any resistance starts.

She seems to return to her senses somewhat as we progress through the streets. "W-where are you taking me?” she demands. “This—this is crazy!"

"Shhh," I say, nibbling at her neck as I stroke her massive tits, enhancing the desire, pleasure, attraction. "You want this, don't you?" As I lower the lethargy, I start feeding in a little submissiveness.

"I... I do..." she admits with obvious reluctance. "B-but... I shouldn't. You—you didn't... Didn’t have to do this..."

"But I wanted to," I tell her. "I want you, all of you—your mind, your skills, your body, your loyalty." I give her a thrill of pleasure and submissiveness at each of those. "I want you, and so I'm going to own you."

"Why?" she protests, weakly.

I squeeze her tit, giving her nigh-orgasmic pleasure. "Because both of us are going to enjoy it very much."

"AAaaaahhh!!!!" Her hips buckle in the seat, any further protests dying on her lips.

"I think you've made your point, Mistress..." Delia snarks from the driver’s seat.

"Indeed," I reply. I continue teasing Jasper until we arrive at my place. "Now," I say to her as we reach the building’s entrance, "You want to come up with us, don't you? You want me to fuck you."

She stands on the threshold in more ways than one, and takes a confident step forward. "Yes." She smiles as she makes the choice.

"Good girl," I reply, rewarding her with a burst of pleasure, desire, and submission. I take her hand and lead her into my bedroom.

"Strip for me," I order as I sit on the bed. "Let me see those magnificent tits I've been playing with."

"Yes, Mistress..." She nods, complying by slipping off her jacket, then lifting her top smoothly away from her body and throwing it to the floor. Underneath, a silk red bra, which just about holds her tits back, is next to go.

I reward her with pleasure when she calls me Mistress. "Good, I didn't even need to order that,” I purr. “Clever girl."

I strip off my pants to reveal my hard cock. "Kneel," I order. "This is a test, slave. Pleasure me without using your hands." I also give her a burst of pleasure and submission at being called slave.

Her eyes roll back for a brief second, and she trembles with the effort to contain the pleasure that will eventually be permanently associated with the word 'slave'. She kneels before me, and leans forward, wrapping her lips around my cock, swirling her tongue around it.

"Mmm," I purr, thrusting up into her mouth. "That's right, my little fucktoy..." I give her more pleasure for pleasing me.

It's a positive feedback loop, and she redoubles her efforts, straining to get as close to me as possible and caress me however she can, without using her hands. Her lips and tongue, of course, but she also nuzzles my cock with her cheek.

"Let me fuck those tits of yours," I command.

Her lips leave my cock in an instant, and she shuffles forward, wrapping her young, supple, large breasts around my shaft. "Does this please you, Mistress?"

"It does..." I purr, letting my head fall back. "Would you like to feel the pleasure you're bringing your Mistress, slave?" Without waiting for a reply, I begin feeding her my pleasure on top of her own.

"Mmmmm... yessss... so good..." she sighs. “Oh, I’m finally beginning to understand why Delia has become so infatuated with you, Mistress…”

I lean further back, bracing my hands on the bed. "Get up here and fuck me, slut!" I order. "You can use your hands now."

Baring her teeth, she embraces the order with gusto—moving on top of me, she holds me down, lowering herself onto my cock, her hair wild, her breasts dangling before me.

"That's right!" I cry as I grasp her hips and begin thrusting up into her, burying my face in her tits. "Give yourself to me!" I flood all my pleasure back into her, all my satisfaction in taking her translating into her satisfaction at being claimed.

"Yes! YES!" she screams, thrusting downwards, hard, faster, giving herself utterly over to me, leaving nothing on the table as she ravages my body with the intense need she now has for me.

I thrust back, hands firmly gripping her ass as I cum, sharing every drop of both my non-seed and my orgasmic pleasure with her. It’s clearly far too much pleasure for her to handle, and her entire body locks, her pussy spasming around me as she screams in ecstasy. At last she drops onto me with a satisfied smile, every ounce of energy spent.

In a while, she’ll have recovered, and she’ll be born again as my toy. I fall back fully onto the bed, holding and stroking her body possessively. "Mine," I say with a satisfied smirk.

At some point not long after, I invite Delia to join us and we spend a delightful night exploring and enjoying ourselves. Some time later the next day, I awake in a quite pleasant tangle of limbs. I'm going to need a bigger bed, I think.