When I woke Monday morning, the apartment was empty. It was easy to believe, for a few moments, that none of it had happened. That it was all some dream. I hadn’t completely ripped apart Dawn’s life. I hadn’t enslaved Mallory or Lori. I was just Victor, again, normal guy, trying to make his way in the world.

I felt equal parts nostalgia and disgust for that life. I don’t know how it all changed or if I could ever get it back; I don’t know why I would ever want it again, even though part of me did.

The illusion broke entirely when I saw my breakfast waiting for me at the small table.

Master,

I told Dawn you would want her at the store. I assume that’s true. I dressed her in something acceptable, don’t worry.

We need to talk.

Your

Mallory

Equal parts ominous and encouraging, that. She was still calling me “Master,” and still referring to herself as “mine.” But perhaps she wasn’t able to do anything else anymore. The “We Need To Talk” was definitely foreboding. That’s something nobody in any relationship wants to hear.

I ate breakfast and biked to the store, no idea how I was going to handle the menagerie of problems I had accumulated. Containing the bimbo fuckdoll that Dawn had become; dealing with whatever Mallory might be thinking about the evil mastermind she couldn't help but love; fucking Lori until she was calm again; sidestepping the wreckage that Celise no doubt wanted to bring into my life; and managing, somehow, the atomic bomb of shit that Sheffield wanted to drop.

And, Audrey. Fuck. Can't forget about her...no matter how hard I try, or how many other girls I fuck. I knew that somehow this all centered around her. Getting over her, maybe, or moving past her. Trying to forget that somehow I had let her unearthly beauty just slip through my grasp. Just thinking about her for even an instant made my cock jump.

At the store, my girls were already happily bustling away. Without the Festival still going on, the girls had no real need to keep dressing as hot as possible—but I hadn’t given them an order to stop. So, they dressed as hot as possible.

Mallory had dolled herself up in a tiny, pleated skirt (she knew what she did to me when she wore skirts) and a tight black tanktop that wasn’t anywhere nearly substantial enough to hold in her incredible rack. The globes of her ass were visible every time she bent forward more than ten degrees. The sides of her breasts spilled out from the top, making everything about her look eminently and immediately squeezable and—much more pressing—fuckable. Her boots, tall and dark, wrapped like tight shadows around her knees.

When I walked in to the store, she was just past the counter, arranging all the magazines. She had bent over at the hips to alphabetize the bottom row.

“Good lord,” I said slowly, admiring her red lace panties.

She shuddered at the appreciation evident in my voice and slowly stood up, smiling as she saw me.

“Good morning, Master.”

“Public, babe. Don’t—”

“It's just Lori and Dawn here, Sir. They certainly won’t mind knowing you’re my Master...considering you're their Master too.”

Lori snuck up behind me, wrapping her arms around my body. She wore, I noticed only slowly, the exact outfit that Mallory had on.

“She's right, Sir. We don't mind at all.” She slid up on my body, kissing my ear. “Will you fuck me soon, Master? Big...B-big Bro?” I could tell she still had trouble with that. But, she wanted to comply, even without being tranced to call me that special name. “I've missed your cock...”

I pushed Lori away slightly. “Yes. But, later. Okay? Master and Mallory need to talk.”

“You know best, Master.” She nodded obediently, those big green eyes fervent with her worship. “Do you like what we're wearing?”

Her tiny, hot little body twirled around. Mallory came and stood next to her, letting me look them both over.

“Mallory thought it would be best if her lil' sis dressed like her today. What do you think, Master?”

It was just one more intensely hot sight on top of the deep, submissive love that shone so clearly in their eyes.

“Is Master here?”

Dawn's voice was almost a squeal, the sort of anticipation and awe that women usually reserved for rockstars. Instead, it was for me.

She wore a tiny white minidress, slits up and down the sides showing off her skin. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Sparkly little rhinestones adorned her yellow heels. Everything about her, from her long blonde hair to her gorgeous face to her huge tits, was made for showing off. She greeted me with a long, hot sizzling kiss.

“I'm so happy to see you, Master. Can I suck you off right away?” She turned to the other girls. “Would you two like to watch?”

Lori nodded, eyes wide. I think she started to pant. Mallory, though, tugged at my arm. It took me a moment to look away from Dawn's body in that dress.

“I'd like to talk to you? Please?”

I nodded. “Sure. In the back?”

“Ohhh,” said Lori. “Is this about the--”

“Hush, sis.”

Lori clammed up immediately.

Dawn clasped her hands together. She wore lace gloves with little frills. “Is there anything I can do, Sir?” she breathed.

Her tits nearly popped out of her tiny outfit. God, but I wanted to fuck her again already. Her tinified little mind so perfectly suited now for obeying my will, and my will alone…

Nope. Not the time. “Just…keep helping out customers. Tell Lori I want her at the counter. All right?”

Dawn giggled, a flush of impending orgasm filling her from hearing my multiple commands. “Of course, Sir. Anything you say.”

Curious, I followed Mallory to the back, next to the bathrooms.

“Is that Dawn's dress?”

“Mine. It's a little small on her.”

“I hadn't noticed...”

Her smile was flirty and challenging. “God, you're a terrible liar.”

The storage area was in the back, where we kept spare books and all sorts of office equipment. Mallory stopped me, putting a hand on my chest. Her face suddenly became very serious.

“Hey, do you remember how you had a date with that hot Asian girl?”

“Oh, shit.”

Shit. Shit.

God, my one chance with Minjee, who I had lusted after longer than even Audrey, and I blew it entirely. I slept through the date, oh my god. I couldn't believe my bad behavior. Minjee was thoroughly gorgeous. A statuesque Asian whose cheekbones were so severely hot I felt I could fuck them all by themselves. Every part of her was like a sexual organ.

Though, no. You know what? That was for the best. It was clear that I couldn’t be around any sort of beautiful woman without exerting every possible ounce of my control over them. So, the better for me. The better for her.

“Don’t worry.” Mallory giggled and smiled. “I took care of it.”

“What do you mean, you took care of it?”

“I saw the vials of cum in the fridge this morning as I was making breakfast. I took one. I wanted to…experiment.”

She bit her lip, looking naughty. Looking fucking hot.

When I told her what the truth was last night, some parts of my restrictions on seeing the cum in the fridge must have faded away. At least, that was the only explanation I could think of.

“She came here to yell at you. And so I offered her some coffee.”

I could already see where this was going. “You didn’t…”

“I did. And now she’s in the back. Waiting for you, Master.”

“Fuck.” I put my head in my hands.

The last thing I wanted now was more slaves. I knew I had gone overboard with Dawn. Hell, I knew I had gone overboard with Mallory and Lori. And if I needed any proof of that, then here it was. Mallory basically kidnapping Minjee for my amusement.

“I want to see it.” Her eyes were crazed. Warm. “I want to see what you did to me. Lori. Dawn. I want to see it for myself.”

“God, Mallory, I’m really so—”

“No.” She put a finger to my mouth. “This isn’t about apologies. I don’t want to hear that. I want to…” Her countenance melted somewhat. “I want to see it. That’s all. Show me.”

I didn’t feel like I had much of a choice. It was possible, I suppose, that I could have ordered her around some. Tried to turn her on so much from obeying me that she got too aroused to do anything but fuck.

But then I’d have to trance her again. And I wasn’t sure I could do that. And if I didn’t, then she’d just ask for this again.

“Fine.”

She had placed Minjee behind a tall stack of unsold mysteries. Hidden, just in case anyone unsupervised tried to walk back here. Minjee stood underneath a small caged light, hands at her side, blankly looking forward. Her eyes were white. Totally white. She wore a tiny pale tan dress, sleeveless, with dark green tights on her long legs.

“How much did you give her?” I whispered to Mallory.

She shrugged. “Like…two vials, I think? Some spilled out. I had to work not to swallow it down. I love the taste of your cum.”

Glassy stare, shudder of pleasure.

“Fuck,” she said, noticing what had happened. “God, it’s like an itch now. Every time that happens. It’s like ignoring an itch to remember that you’ve done it. It’s so much nicer, so much easier to just…just accept and…”

Alarms rang in my head. I didn’t want her to over-contemplate this. That seemed like a bad episode of a soap opera show waiting to happen—with my beautiful, eager girlfriend suddenly having some split personality that hated me as much as the other half loved me.

I kissed her forward, pulling her tiny waist against my body. “Why don’t I show you what you wanted to see?”

“Yes, Master. Please.”

I turned to Minjee. Stroked her face slightly. She shuddered—and I did too.

Okay, that was as far as it was going to go, I thought. I'm not going to indulge in this. Just really baseline stuff. Easily reversible. Easily changeable.

“Minjee,” I said slowly.

“Minjee.”

She smiled warmly.

“You’re not mad at me for missing our date.”

“I’m...*not...*mad at you for missing the date.”

“You know my time is important.”

“I know your time is important.”

“I am important.”

“You are important.”

“I am important to you.”

“You are important…”

Her lovely, pert lips struggled. I touched her face again, unable to stop myself, stroking softly. She cooed unconsciously into my hand. Right away, Mallory got the idea. Unbidden, she moved her hands to Minjee’s petite breasts, touching her there, sending spikes of pleasure through her slender, statuesque body. I thought of telling her to stop, but that would mean ordering Mallory around. I was stuck between protecting Minjee and protecting Mallory…and I chose Mallory.

“I am important to you,” I said again.

“You are important…” she sighed happily. “To me.”

“You trust me.”

“I trust you.”

“You’re happy to be my friend.”

“I’m happy to be your friend.”

Mallory shifted, her eyes flashing at me. I knew that look. Go further. She would have the same flash when she wanted me to do something rough in bed with her or Lori. To wrap my hands around her throat, to slap her ass while she called me her Big Bro.

“You’re happy to be close to me.”

“I’m happy to be close to you.”

“You’re excited about me.”

“I’m excited about you.”

Letting out a small sound of frustration, Mallory pulled away from her and slid between my body and hers. She kissed at my chin. Trying to turn me on.

“You’re not doing it right, Master” said Mallory. “I know you’re not. You’re holding back. Make her want you, Sir. I want to see it. I want to see what you’ve done.”

Her hand went to my crotch, stroking intently. Giving me a soft, urgent handjob over my pants.

Fuck. I couldn’t…I couldn’t turn her down. I wanted it myself, and now here was Mallory, the only thing even remotely providing any resistance, and she was urging me on to go even further. Mallory moved to one side, her hand still dedicated on my cock.

“You find me incredibly attractive.”

“I find you incredibly attractive.”

“You…oh.”

Mallory unbuckled my pants and wrapped her hand around my cock proper. Her strokes were soft, insistent, and perfectly made for my hardness. Her lips brushed against my ear.

“Take her in deep, Sir,” she whispered, snuggling in close. “Deep. I want to see it. I want to see what you do.”

With her other hand, Mallory started to finger her own cunt through the tiny red lace of her panties.

Jesus God in heaven.

With shivering fingers, I brushed Minjee's beautiful, sculpted face again. Those cheekbones. “You want to be my girlfriend.”

“I want…I want…”

I put Minjee’s hand up under her slender dress, past her tights, and onto her clit. It was easy to start a few circling motions. She picked it up easy after that, stroking her delicate femininity as I spoke.

“You want to be my girlfriend.”

“I want…to be…your girlfriend.”

The sight of her face, yearning so much and yet with her eyes whited out with my power, was unstoppably arousing.

“You want me more than anything.”

“I want you more than anything.”

“You want to be my lover.”

Mallory's strokes more urgent now. She liked that. I could feel her hips bucking against mine, so close to cumming as she watched my control.

“I want to be your lover.”

“But you know it’s not meant to be.”

A flash of confusion. “I know…it’s not meant to be.”

Somehow, in the midst of the brilliant handjob Mallory dealt out, I had to both convince Mallory that I was truly trying to control Minjee, but also not end this trance session with yet another fuckhappy sex slave to take care of. So far, damage control was not my high point—and I was wary of trying to do any more than I had to do already.

“You know I’m forbidden to you.”

Minjee's voice became excited. “I know I’m forbidden to you.”

Mallory looked at me strangely.

“Trust me,” I whispered in her ear. She shivered and nodded. That command was completely thorough to her being, now, after so many days of inductions.

Back to Minjee. “You know that propriety forbids our pairing.”

Her mouth fell open slightly. The inner-workings of her mind understood now. She was being placed inside of a Victorian novel. The very sort of story she had centered her life around analyzing for her graduate degree.

Devious? I suppose so. But effective.

As was Mallory's stroking on my thick, fully hard cock. I was closer and closer to exploding.

“I know that propriety forbids our pairing.”

“You know that you can’t betray the status of either of our houses.”

“I know I can’t betray the status of either of our houses.”

Mallory jerked me faster and faster. I couldn’t keep it all in. It felt too good.

“Our love is…f-forbidden!” I groaned, cumming hard from Mallory’s stroking.

“Our love is forbidden!”

Mallory leaned against me, cumming herself from watching me spill out onto the ground. She moaned in my ear, frantic and hot, “You can do it anyone. You can do it to anyone. My Big Brother can have all the girls. All the girls!”

Both of us calmed down over the next few minutes, kissing and holding each other tight.

Minjee still had a little trance left in her, so I went over a bastardized version of my Four Commandments—Trust, Attraction, Loving my Presence (as opposed to Cock), and easy compliance to my suggestions and thoughts (as opposed to outright gleeful obedience to my will).

Slowly, the trance wore off from Minjee. I zipped my pants back up and led her near to the door, next to the bathroom. She could think, perhaps, that she had just been in there washing up and zoned out.

When I walked back to Mallory, she still examined my cum on the floor, transfixed by the thick puddle.

“Okay,” said Mallory finally. “Okay.” She took a breath, forcibly turning away from the puddle of cum on the floor. “Now I know what you do.”

And then, no doubt summoning every ounce of will she had, she left me alone with Minjee.