On her knees in front of me was Dawn. My beautiful, dead-sexy boss—or maybe now she was my old boss, since I had made her believe that giving her business to me was the best option for her bimbofied, simple little mind.

We were in my small kitchen. Dawn had begged to suck me off the second we walked through the door, and that was the nearest place for it. The linoleum was wet with puddles of my cum that had dripped down from her face and tits. Her hot, liquid arousal intermingled with my juices on the floor. Nearby was a small table I had one arm on for support, but really, I didn’t need the help. I felt stronger than I ever had in my life.

Naked, with hot fuck-me heels on her feet, Dawn looked beautiful as always. Her hair was golden and long, stretching down to the middle of her back. I ran a hand through it, staring at her blank white eyes with lust. I could say anything right now. Anything at all, and she would believe it. She would believe so hard that, if I wanted, I could make her forget that she ever believed anything contrary.

Her beautiful, model-worthy face was sticky with my cum. I used a finger and slid it around, letting her suck it in. Over the past six hours or so, she had taken in more of my hypnotic spunk than almost anyone else, and she kept taking more.

Whatever was happening to me—to give my cum so much power over women, to make them believe anything I said after they took it in their bodies—it was also making my loads heavier and more frequent. Even though I had drained my balls into Dawn’s beautiful formerly lesbian body for hours now, I was no worse for the wear, and ready to go another six hours of hot, intense, furiously breeding-centric fucking and cumming.

Oh yes, I wanted to breed her. I was in love with the idea. Mad with it. I wanted to fill her up with my cum. There’s something about the feeling of being superhuman that makes you want to spread your seed around—to create more and more of your progeny wherever you go. Just ask Dracula.

“You’re in love with being my breeding bitch.”

“I’m in love with being your breeding bitch, Master.”

I smiled roughly, wrapping and re-wrapping my hands in her sexy, long, soft hair.

At this point, I was just playing with her body and her mind. None of it was really necessary anymore. I’d rearranged her life completely. Just an hour before, we arrived at my small apartment after I forced Dawn to break all ties with her old lover, Celise. The beautiful dark-skinned detective had no idea what to make of it all—she and Dawn had been loving partners for a decade or more. And then one night, everything changed. Thanks to me.

It was Celise’s shock that saved me. Otherwise, she might have shot me and Dawn both in her grief. As it was, she merely collapsed into the kitchen, spreading out on the floor and crying.

A part of me wanted to give Celise some of my cum, right then and there. My heart went out to her, after all. She was so sad, and I could have made her feel amazing. I could have had her thanking me for doing this to her. The heady thought of that nearly won me over—but enough was enough. I took the giggling, fuck-happy Dawn home with me, hoping perhaps to trance some sense back into her and think some morality back into myself.

And yet here we were—with Dawn on her knees, just having finished off another dense, sticky load of my cum down her throat.

“You love looking hot for me.”

“I love looking hot for you, Master.”

I don’t know that I’d ever wanted to fuck someone quite so badly as I wanted to fuck Dawn.

With Mallory, it was all different. She was like my girlfriend—and our initial sexual contact had been entirely her idea. And with Lori, the shift had occurred so gradually, and in the midst of me having constant fuck-sessions with Mallory, that I forgot in some ways to even feel amazed that she wanted me.

But with Dawn…with Dawn. Oh god, with Dawn.

Her lesbian cunt had been completely untouched by cock before she had mine. Her body never once tasting a man’s sperm. Never once feeling that hot spray of masculinity on her luscious curves. Never feeling a man’s hands slide through her hair, wanting her totally. Loving her for the way she gave up everything to him. No, that honor was mine and mine alone. All mine.

“You’re mine,” I growled. “All mine.”

“All yours, Master.”

Forever, if I wanted it that way.

She was my bimbo slave now. All thoughts of being superior or even equal to men gone. Her entire life as a woman’s rights activist totally annihilated under the fury of my mind-shaping cum. And god help me, but it turned me on to make that happen.

Some part of me said, “Don’t worry. You can change her back whenever you like.”

But a more severe part of me, a more honest part, knew that if I changed her at all it would only be to increase her transformation. How far would I push her? How far could my cum take her?

In the lusty madness of the night, I saw no real reason not to keep trying to find out.

“You are my bimbo slave.”

“I’m your bimbo slave.”

“You know men are superior to women.”

“I know men are superior to women.”

“I’m your Master. Your Daddy. Your God.”

“You’re my Master. My Daddy. My God.”

All of this had been established long ago. It was just hot to see her snooty, superior self taken down to this degree. Completely under my male control. I felt justified, primal. I felt like I was re-establishing the order of how things should be between me and her.

The more I owned Dawn, the more I understood the truth of the world. Beautiful women like her weren’t meant to be equals. They weren’t meant to be activists or leaders or even independent thinkers. They were meant to be owned by me. Meant to be worshipped and worshipping in return. Meant to kneel and serve and exist solely for the pleasure of a man who knew how to take what was rightfully his.

My pleasure.

Feminism had always been a lie—a fragile, desperate attempt to deny the natural order. Something to occupy the women who didn’t exist in my orbit.

Hot women like Dawn, with their perfect bodies and sharp minds, were never meant to fight against men. They were meant to be claimed, shaped, and used. Their beauty wasn’t something to be respected or admired from a distance. It was something to be possessed, to be bent to my will, to be molded into whatever I desired.

Her intelligence, once a weapon against men like me, was now a tool for my pleasure. She could still think—just not for herself. Every thought she had was filtered through me, through my desires, through my commands. She could still speak, but only to praise me, to beg for me, to tell me how much she needed me. She could still move, but only to serve me, to pleasure me, to make herself more beautiful for me.

The idea that she had ever been anything but mine was laughable. She had been mine from the moment I first saw her, even if she hadn’t known it yet.

And the bit about being her Daddy…I couldn’t help myself even there. The incestuous implications of my relationship with Mallory—even though we weren’t related at all—were too hot not to keep deepening with my other pets.

Mallory’s deep issues with her family had allowed me to, accidentally, take advantage of one of her most serious kinks—that being, sexual attraction to family members. Now, Mallory thought of me as her Master, but also her big brother, and herself as my slave and little sister. She loved it. I couldn’t help but try it out with Dawn as well.

“You love me.”

She stared up at me with worship. “I love you, Master”

“Baby?”

A door clicked shut. Mallory was home.

Fuck. She wasn’t supposed to get done with Lori until morning. I had ordered her in person, and then later in a text, to lick Lori's pussy all night long—still remembering, of course, to tell her to do her morning duties and to come make me breakfast. But…

Man. It was morning. Thin strands of early morning light struggled through the closed shades. I had closed them, of course, to prevent anyone from seeing what I was doing. Shadows crept up along the walls of my apartment. There was nowhere to hide in the kitchen. Not even a blanket or a towel or something to cover the eerily arousing, whited-over look of Dawn’s eyes.

“Master?”

“Baby…Master…?” Dawn echoed softly.

Shit. Shit. I rushed to the door to try and intercept Mallory before she walked into the kitchen…but too late. My gorgeous girlfriend-turned-loveslave-turned-little sister-turned-even-more-intense-loveslave flipped the lights. She could see everything.

“Is that…is that…”

An incredulous, aroused smile arrived on her face. “Is that Dawn? Holy shit, Master…”

Mallory had apparently gone to the 24-hour gym before arriving here and after fucking Lori’s brains out. I had little doubt about the latter—I had ordered her to do it, after all.

She wore flashy red sneakers and tall white kneesocks. Thick, beautiful dark hair done up in a gorgeous, long pony tail. Her cloth shorts clung to the sculpted ass that she worked so hard to keep in perfect condition, just for me, and her beautiful, massive tits were displayed incredibly by her teensy blue sports bra. She told me that she liked to go to the gym early and fuck with everyone’s day—to let the guys know who they would never fuck, and the girls know who they ought to look like. Her advantage, she said, was that all she cared about was pleasing one Man…and that singularity of purpose allowed her to make all the sacrifices she needed to keep her already tip-top body in amazing order.

“Is it Dawn?” Dawn’s voice still so soft and heavy with arousal, repeating Mallory. “Holy shit Master.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with her?”

Mallory walked up to Dawn, snapping her fingers. No response.

“Dawn, are you okay?”

“Mmmhmm.” She licked her lips.

“Why are her eyes all white like that?”

I grabbed Mallory and roughly escorted her out of the room, trying to ignore Dawn’s soft chants of repetition. The situation was untenable, and no matter what, I didn’t want to fill Dawn’s head with our discord.

Mallory was laughing at the proceedings, turning to try and get a good look at Dawn still. But I took us to the bedroom and shut the door.

“Master, you know I love the rough stuff, but why can’t we invite Dawn?” She laughed. “You two are roleplaying or something, right? Like with hypnosis? Did you get her high or drunk or something?” She frowned. “No. You don’t like drugs. Lori told me so. So…what…”

Mallory looked at me now with an intensely curious, almost scared expression. She tried to walk past me, back into the kitchen. I grabbed her again.

“I would like to see her again, Master.”

“No. That’s not going to happen.”

“You’re acting really weird, V—” she stuttered, clearly distressed. “Master, I mean. Don’t you trust me? What’s happening?”

“I can’t…”

I sat down on the bed. Immediately, she slid up on my knees before me, her perfect body crushing against mine. Worried that she had distressed me. God, she was so slender and perfect. I wanted to fuck her rotten right there on the carpet. I was still naked, and my hard-on oozed precum right in front of Mallory’s face. The slow spurting and sliding of sticky, gooey liquid seemed to calm her. She licked her lips, staring at it.

“What if I...sucked you. We can just...forget about...anything...”

With her this distracted, I felt like I could reveal everything. I don’t know why. I could have just as easily have fucked her thoughts away like I had before. I could have made her forget the entire incident. But something—I thought it was my sense of morality at the time—made me tell her the truth.

“I’m controlling her.”

“Of course you are. You’re such a man…”

Her eyes shone, staring at my cock. The precum was too distracting, and she had already been tranced into believing that she loved the thought of me fucking other women—hell, of even seducing women for me. I ripped a sheet from the bed and wiped it away, shuddering slightly. Boundlessly energetic or not, my cockhead was extremely sensitive these days. Then, I held Mallory’s face in my hands, looking at her sternly.

“Listen to me, Sis. I need my baby girl’s attention.”

I knew calling her that, my “little sis,” would really set her on edge. I wasn’t quite so sure about “baby girl,” but it seemed to do the trick.

The thought crossed my mind suddenly that if she had a huge, hard kink for being my little sister, then being my daughter would probably set her off just as much…but I pushed that away. Another time. Maybe.

“Yes, Big Bro. Anything you say.”

“I control Dawn. I control her completely. My cum controls her.”

“Sure. Why wouldn’t it? You’re such a man. You’re—”

“No. Listen. I own her body. Her mind. Her soul. It all belongs to me. My cum is…it’s powerful, somehow. Hypnotic. The women who take it in—taste it, feel it in their pussies, whatever. They go into a trance. And while they’re in that trance, I can tell them anything I want, and they’ll believe it.”

She sat back, her head tilting like a dog trying to figure out the dogs it heard on a television. She looked at my cock, and then back at me.

“Control them. Women. With your…cum…”

Her hand went up to her tits, tweaking a nipple. I could see the soft glistening of arousal developing down her thighs, pushing through the cloth of her tiny shorts.

“Oh wow, that’s…that’s so wrong. And it’s…it’s pretty hot, wow…”

She pushed back further now, looking at my cock and naked body with equal parts desire and fear.

“You could make her...make her…make her suck your cock? Oh god, you already did. You already did, and...that's so perfect and...” She shook her head. “Fuck! No. I can’t believe I said that. But fuck, fuck!” A long, irritated and aroused growl emanated from her. “I’m fucking…fucking pissed and turned on and…”

Her eyes went wide suddenly. I knew, right then, she had caught on.

“You did that. To me. Didn’t you?”

I loved her so much. All I wanted was for her to be happy, and to be with me.

“And…and all those thoughts I have about you as my big brother, my Master…oh fuck.” Instantly, a hot, happy flush crept up from her breasts. “God, you made me…made me…”

Imagine the state she’s in. Trained exclusively to trust me, to want me, to adore me. And yet, sensing somewhere out there in the periphery of her consciousness some kind of betrayal. But all those hot, needy feelings I gave her also trap her. Also hide her from the truth.

I wanted to come clean—to let her know that yes, I had made her want me completely. I had been responsible for her calling me her big brother, even though that was what I did to try and rectify the situation. But even as I did, what would happen to her mind? It was such a fragile thing, as I well knew. So receptive to my commands. Would she be able to take new orders if she knew where they came from?

“You…did all this? To me? Do I want…” she was breathing hard, face manic. She was smiling and biting her lips and widening her eyes and grabbing at her tits and the rest of her body. “Oh god, Master, Big Bro…Victor…”

Body shaking, face continuing to contort with every manner of strange horrible thought. I knew that some vicious battle was going on in her head. I had to stop it; I had to make her feel good again. I felt such possession of her. Over the past week, I had practically owned every feeling Mallory had. Now that she had negative feelings—sadness, dismay, confusion—all I wanted was to protect her from them.

“Shh,” I said slowly, taking her against me once again. My cock was wet with precum, still, and it slid across her cheek slow. The sensation made her shudder and then calm. “Trust me, okay? You can trust me, love.”

“I...yes, Sir.”

She gulped. Her breathing started to slow. For nearly two minutes, she clung to my body, just breathing and thinking.

“I know you think I’m a bastard right now. Evil. I don’t know what to tell you. I only found out about this when you sucked me off for the first time. And since then…” I shrugged. “It went straight to my head. I had never fucked anyone, let alone someone as gorgeous as you.”

She flushed furiously, simpering and smiling.

I know that inside, she was beaming bright. My Big Bro Master thinks I’m gorgeous!

“And it all just…got out of control. I can’t…justify it, Mallory. You’re all so fucking beautiful. You. Dawn. Lori. I couldn’t…I couldn’t help myself.”

She sighed against my leg. Lightly licking at the precum that had been spread around. “You are a bastard. And you are evil. But I’m fucking in love with you and I can’t bring myself to care. Much.”

“Wow.”

“Right? It doesn’t…it doesn’t even matter that you made me feel this way. And maybe you even made it not matter, what do I know? All I know is that it feels fucking fantastic to obey you and I can’t…I can’t fight it. I don’t...” she breathed hard. “I don't think I even want to. God, I don't know. That seems wrong. I'll want to talk more about this, I think.”

This sudden emotional outpouring exhausted me even more than fucking Dawn all night had. I could hear her in the kitchen, now, calling out for me.

“Master?”  She giggled softly. “May I please you, please?”

“She's awake,” said Mallory. “Out of...your trance.”

“Yes. I need you to take care of her.”

“What? Come on, Master. What if—”

“The shop is closed today. It's Sunday. So take care of her until tomorrow. Take her back to your place. Sleep with her, whatever. Just keep her calm and under control. This can't go any further anymore.”

Now that the truth was out there for Mallory to know it, I couldn’t take advantage anymore. Just by saying a thing, you let yourself look at it. The words enter the draft of the world, and sometimes you can’t do anything to revise them to your liking.

“Just, take care of Dawn. Keep her calm and happy. Tell her I’m happy with her. Tell her you operate with my full authority. She’ll like that. We’ll talk more later, okay? I’m exhausted.”

Obediently, Mallory nodded. But we were far from done with this.