I arrived home to find Mallory at the couch, sitting down with a vial of my cum in her hands. She stared at it curiously, like she held the trigger to a nuclear weapon.

Despite her seriousness, and how bleak this all appeared to be, dinner was still on the table. Quinoa, mango, and black beans, with a salad on the side.

“Once you’re finished eating, I’d love it if we could talk.”

“Dinner can wait.”

She looked somewhat pained. “O-okay. It’s just…I made it for you…like you said you wanted…”

I took her hand. “Relax. Trust me. It’s fine. It can wait.”

Stress left her immediately—and then immediately returned as she noticed what was happening.

“Th-that’s what I want to talk about. You saw it, didn’t you? My second-guessing. Am I calming down because you said so? Am I doing it because things are actually okay, or only because you’re saying they’re okay? Is there a difference? Ought there to be? Can’t your word be final about everything? But who are you to decide that sort of thing, besides my Master and Big Brother and the perfect Man and even that is all fucking injected in my head…”

Christ. I really, really had done a number on her. The stress in her voice, the confusion, all that was swimming on top of a sea of terror and arousal, caught up in a cyclone of need.

“So.” She straightened up slightly. “I need you to do something for me. Okay? And this is the last request I’ll ever ask of you.”

“Anything,” I said, meaning it totally. “Anything you want. I want to do it. I do.”

She licked her lips, one hand sliding on my thigh. “Remove all doubt from me. Remove every last strip of morality…and then I’ll whisper in your ear, stroking your cock, and let you know how perfect it is that you did it. And when you do it to everyone else.”

The air was thick with her words for several moments. I couldn't believe what I had heard.

“Holy shit. Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“I could…I could go the other way, I think. If you wanted. I could make you how you were…”

“I wasn’t happy, then. Not like the last week. I’ve been smiling from ear to ear constantly. I’ve been feeling fan-fucking-tastic, and absolutely in love with you. Why would I give that up…for anything? For normal?”

“I mean, it’s…it’s what you…what you were. Or are. I don’t know.”

“I don’t want that, anymore. I don’t care if I ever did. I want my thoughts to be controlled by you. I love that. I need it. I crave it. It’s all I fucking want all day long. I just don’t want any more doubts about wanting it. I want my mind, my body, to be your plaything. Totally.”

She was offering me everything. Everything and anything I had ever wanted. It was a difficult thing to process.

I could just do it anyway—remove this need to obey me. To be controlled by me. Face the consequences.

But I had promised her anything. And she had asked for this.

Before I put her all the way under, though, there were a few things I needed to know.

“What did you talk about today with the detective?”

“Celise?”

“Who else? Of course.”

She shrugged. “She wanted something to work on, someone to blame for her ills. I told her that Dawn had leaned on you to help re-finance the store after Sheffield threatened to pull his financial support. I made it seem like the pressure from that was the instigating factor behind Dawn’s ‘affair.’ Someone to blame who was even more to blame than you. Like you know, in movies, when a bad guy kills the good guy’s family, but really it was the other bad guy, the money bad guy, who made the whole thing happen?” She shrugged. “People like narratives. You doing what you did to Minjee gave me the idea. So…I put her to looking into Sheffield’s finances. There was bound to be something dirty there anyway.”

“And looking through all that would distract her for a while.”

“Months, maybe. He’s been in business for a long time. I thought it was good enough to get her out of our hair until we figured out everything we wanted to do. With each other. For each other.” Her hands clasped around mine.

“That’ll have to change,” I said, frowning. “I mean, good work. For sure. But…I just had Sheffield agreeing to donate most of his fortune this afternoon.”

“Fuck.” Her eyes lit up in awe. “You really just…you control anyone you want, don’t you?”

“I guess so.”

“And you want me, right?”

“Of course I do, Mallory. I love you. I think I’d love you without all this. I was certainly ready to, before it all started. I just…didn’t expect to have hypnotic cum.”

She giggled. “I’m glad you do, though. And I want…I want it to be okay that I want that. Like I said.”

“I know. I’ll make it happen.”

“And…and one last thing, okay?”

“Sure. Anything you want.”

“I think I’ll always have hang ups about you and Audrey. I want you…I want you to get rid of them, okay? Make me not worry about her. Make me know…that you love me more than her.”

“I do love you. More than her. More than anyone.”

Small orgasmic pleasure trickled through her body. “F-fuck,” she moaned, her pussy pushing hard against my thigh. “Don’t…do that. No, god, what am I saying? Do that all the time. But…please. Make me know it. Better than I know anything, even. Make me know that. Okay?”

She had just the one vial in her hand. For what she was asking, I wanted to leave no room for doubt. I owed that to her. I loved her. I got up and returned with two more vials.

“To really take you down.”

She shivered with arousal. “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

Popping open all three, she downed them at the same time. The cum oozed past her lips, taking effect right away. Less than a minute later, she was blank-eyed, staring at me with infinite, white-eyed patience. I stripped down, and then stripped her. The both of us naked, in front of one another on the couch.

“You love me, Mallory.”

Her voice so warm. “I love you, Master.”

“You love that I control you.”

“I love that you control me.”

“You love that I control others.”

“I love that you control others.”

“You're happy that I fucked your mind.”

“I'm happy that you fucked my mind.”

“You've always, always wanted me to own you like I do.”

“I've always, always wanted you to own me like you do.”

“You know it's perfect and right for me to own others like I own you.”

“I know that it's perfect and right for you to own others like you own me.”

Simple enough. That was done. I arranged her hands now; one on the nipples, the other on her clit. Reinforcing all the pleasure.

“I am your Master.”

“You are my Master.”

“I am your Big Bro.”

“You are my Big Bro, Master.”

“I am your Daddy.”

“You are my Daddy, Big Bro.”

“I am every male to you. All others are just imitations.”

“You are every male to me. All others are just imitations, Daddy.”

“I am your God.”

“You are my God, Daddy.”

My cock throbbed, but I had to hold myself back. This couldn't become another Dawn situation. I loved Mallory's devious mind.

“But you are my Priestess. My Queen.”

“I am your Priestess. Your Queen.”

“You’ll give me caution and guidance for my rule.”

“I’ll provide caution and guidance for you rule, Master.”

“You know others won’t understand how right I am.”

“I know other won’t understand how right you are, Master”

“Discretion is our protection.”

“Discretion is our protection, Master.”

There. At least I’d have another voice in my head, now. I couldn’t very well hypnotize myself to keep what I was doing under control, but hypnotizing Mallory to be the cool voice of reason was close enough.

This is what I had wanted all along. When I told Mallory originally about what I was doing—this is exactly what I truly wanted. I thought it was morality, trying to admit my guilt. But this was the truth, now. I wanted a partner. I wanted someone to enjoy this power with. I wanted someone who would assuage all feelings of guilt, all doubts, all misgivings. I wanted a dark seductress stroking my cock cooing in my ear as I handed out order after order to an ever-growing harem of perfectly proportioned fertile fucksluts, entirely obsessed with pleasing their Daddy, Master, and God.

And I didn't want her to have any doubts about her status for me. I moved her hand off her clit onto my cock—which was fully hard at that point. She stroked me automatically. I was already incredibly close to cumming.

“You’re better than Audrey.”

“I’m better than Audrey, Master”

Fuck. Fuck, that got me hot. Thinking of her knowing herself as better than a girl I thought was unmatched in beauty. Even just that little bit was enough to make her hotter than Audrey all by itself.

“You're sexier than Audrey.”

“I'm sexier than Audrey, Master.”

“You know I love you more than her.”

“I know you love me more than her, Master.”

My precum oozed over her hand. Fingers slid tight and fast around my throbbing shaft.

“You know I love you more than anyone.”

“I know you love me more than anyone, Daddy.”

“You know you’re better than them because you’re at my side.”

“I know I’m better than them because I'm at your side, Daddy.”

“You’re my slavemaker. My perfect pet.”

“I’m your slavemaker. Your perfect pet, Master”

I was going to cum. God, I needed to hear her say it again.

“You love me more than anyone. You'll never leave. You'll always be mine.”

“I love you more than anyone, Master. I'll never leave! I'll always be yours, Daddy!”

Groaning, shuddering, holding Mallory tight, I came all over her torso and thighs. My jizz shooting fast and long across her body. It was the thickest, hottest load I had shot all day, in a day full of hot, thick loads.

I stayed pressed against her while the last spurts pulsed out of me. My arms wrapped around her back and pulled her slick body flush to mine, her tits crushed against my chest, my cum spreading warm and sticky between us. Her hand still gripped my shaft, loose now, holding me through the aftershocks. I pushed my hips forward into her palm, slow and needy, grinding the sensitive length of my cock against her fingers and the soft skin of her stomach.

She didn’t let go. Her blank white eyes stayed fixed somewhere past my shoulder while her fingers curled and squeezed in gentle, automatic rhythm, milking out the final drops. I buried my face in her neck and breathed her in—sweat and arousal and the faint remainder of her perfume. My hips kept rocking, small involuntary motions, my cock sliding through the mess I had made of her.

Her body radiated heat. Her thighs trembled against mine, her own orgasm still working through her muscles in slow waves. I held her tighter, one hand tangled in her dark hair, the other splayed across the small of her back, keeping every inch of her against every inch of me.

She was mine. Completely, finally, permanently mine.

I just huffed and moaned my love for her in her ear, my cock surging slightly as she repeated. When finally she came to, after maybe an hour of this tranced sort of shuffling and cuddling, she licked her lips, looking down at herself.

“Oh my. You really do love putting me under, don't you?” She took up a long swipe of my cum on her fingers, holding it up in front of her mouth. “Want to go for another round?”