Here's the next installment. I'm guessing this could be several more chapters if folks continue to enjoy the story. Let me know what you think.
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Chapter 5: Fernanda Joins The Fold
After Jan left the room I found my way into the shower and realized I didn't have enough strength left to stand there under the spray. So, I got the whirlpool started and spent the next hour lounging in the hot pulsing water. My thoughts were streaming through my consciousness as quickly as the water passing through the jets, taking random turns from what I did to Jan and what I was going to do with Fernanda and Emily.
I ate in my room that night and began to formulate a plan that went well beyond even these conquests. I wanted a stable full of fine fillies. The only questions were how many and how was I going to deal with my parents as my activities become increasingly obvious. The first question was unanswerable except to say, as many as I had the opportunity to convert. I had no doubt I could create opportunities, as I desired, so the number would likely eclipse the largest harems of ancient Egypt.
That left the issue of my parents to deal with and that was just too big an issue to get my head around in my diminished state. I needed some sleep. I would work on Fernanda tomorrow and maybe Emily over the weekend. For now, that was enough to keep me focused.
Before sleep consumed me I needed to do a bit more research in preparation for Fernanda. I had her intimidated and that was certainly going to be enough to get her naked and fucked in every orifice. I didn't think that was going to be enough to create my next slave. For that I need to hypnotize her but I also didn't think the intimidation she felt was going to be conducive to getting her under. I was going to need something else, something that would allow me access to her subconscious before she realized what was happening.
It was then that I remembered something I had read about delving into the subconscious during sleep. A sleeping person can be programmed with repeated messages delivered by voice. I doesn't have to be a live voice. A recording will work just as well. That was worth a try but how was I going to deliver my message? That's when it dawned on me. Every room in the servant's quarters was linked to an intercom system. We could page any member of the staff by dialing their room and issuing our requirements over the speaker. If Fernanda were in the right room that speaker would be in the perfect location: on the nightstand right next to her bed.
I called down and paged her and luck was with me. She was in the right room. I reminded her about our morning appointment and wished her a good night. Now all I needed to do was decide what the message should contain. The basics were obvious but this was going to need some measure of subtlety. I spent the next hour writing and rewriting what proved to be a very simple message. It started out like this:
"Fernanda, you need to give yourself to Jimmy. He is more important than the air you breathe. You must have him as your Master. You must make him want you. Nothing is more important than to give yourself to him and have him accept you."
What I finally settled on was this:
"I need Jimmy so badly. I can't wait to taste his cock and feel him deep inside me. I wish he would take me and make me his. I want to be his slave. I want to be his. I need him to be my Master"
My plan was to start plying this little message at 1:00 AM and continue it until 7:00 AM. That way I was reasonably sure she would be deeply asleep when it started. I added one more message "Sleep", which repeated after each loop in the message. I didn't want her to wake before the tape stopped. Now I was ready.
I slept soundly for the next several hours, waking only when the alarm started chirping. It was a bit before 1:00 and just about time to get things rolling. I did one more quick scan of the chapter describing how this was supposed to work and with just a little foreboding, I set things in motion. I opened the intercom to Fernanda's room and listened for a few minutes to insure she was asleep. I almost nodded off myself as I sat listening to the soft purring sound she was making. She was definitely ready. I started the tape and continued to listen for the first several repeats and then headed back to bed. There was nothing more I could do but wait and see if there was a reaction in the morning.
My dreams were filled with the wildest scenes I'd ever imagined. I was suddenly in a dungeon, replete with every form of device necessary to bind and punish a person. There was a whole wall dedicated to whips, straps, belts and canes that would have made the strongest person weak in the knees with either fear or desire. On the opposite wall there was an array of dildos, vibrators, gags and butt plugs. In the middle of all of this were a number of contraptions that were clearly meant to secure a person. There were bars with chains and straps, a table that looked like it was designed for a cross between a pathologist and a gynecologist, and a set of stocks that could hold a person's head and arms securely.
I roamed through this dream room examining its contents and also found a number of machines that I couldn't quite place. One of those was probably designed to deliver electric shocks as if to restart a heart but I guessed that was not the purpose it was used for here. The other seemed a bit more high tech, with a number of leads, each with an alligator clip at the end. I guessed the clips were meant to allow you to attach the leads to various body parts. What I wasn't sure about is what would happen once the attachments were made and the machine was started. I do remember thinking I was definitely going to find out.
The other thing I remember thinking, even while in the dream, is that this was the most vivid dream I ever had. The level of detail, right down to the mixed smells of mildew, sweat, piss and shit were almost overwhelming. I could see the moss growing on the walls and I could feel the dampness in the air. I'd clearly touched something in my subconscious that was finding its way to the surface and it was undoubtedly going to change me. The art of this was going to be controlling the change and not allowing myself to be consumed by it.
I had set the alarm for 7 and woke feeling more alive than ever. I was ready to conquer the world; one person at a time, and Fernanda was due at 8. I quickly cleaned up the tape equipment, books and paper from the night before and caught a quick shower and shave. I thought about wearing just my bathrobe so I could get naked instantly but then I though not. I wanted to make this difficult for my next slave. I wanted her to work for her prize. Wow, I wonder if my programming worked?
I threw on a pair of jeans and a plain white tee shirt and settled in to read the morning paper James always had waiting outside my door. God, I hope this works…
Fernanda must have been waiting for at least a few seconds outside my door because her knock came exactly on the hour. That was no accident and I took it as a good sign. I barked out "Enter" and in she came with my breakfast tray. She was looking down at her feet and from the gentle rattle of the coffee cup on the tray I could tell she was clearly nervous.
"Good morning Sir", came out as just slightly more than a whisper.
