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Circlet Of Submission Pt 01

Circlet Of Submission Pt 01

by barrybarlow
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Chapter 1 [Neil PoV]

Neil was walking down the high street in a slow depressed fashion. The economy was crap, he had just lost his job and he was looking at how to waste time before he had to go home and tell his girlfriend the bad news. He stopped outside a shop called "The house of double-edged swords" and had an uneasy feeling that this store didn't exist here before.

He entered the shop, it seemed filled with random antiques, lamps, books, a four-poster bed just sat in the corner. A young blonde woman sat at the counter idly playing with her phone. Upon seeing Neil, she sat up startled, put down the phone and pulled out a card.

"Welcome to the house of double-edged swords where power comes at low prices but huge cost -- spooky voice." She said in a monotone uncaring voice. "Fuck, let me try that again. But at huge cost" she repeated, in a half-arsed sinister tone.

"So, you sell cursed items?" Neil said sarcastically. He had been rather amused by the whole scene, the shop itself maintained the aesthetic of a creepy cursed then you had this young woman in a tank top who clearly didn't want to be there.

The girl sighed, "Yes we do."

"And how do you stay in business if customers know things are cursed before they buy?" Neil asked. He thought this was absurd, but the distraction was cheering him up immensely.

"Well, the boys at corporate figure that it doesn't matter if we actually sell anything," the woman readily answered.

Neil furrowed his brow in confusion.

"You see, when people owned the store, they would be cursed to maintain it until they destroyed one hundred lives with cursed items. Then they could sell it to someone else and the curse would continue. But then the store was bought by a multinational corporation looking to liquidate it. After the first three went bankrupt trying to close it down, it came to our attention. We bought it and figured out that as long as we keep it open, the company can't die. It will live perpetually in a state of uncaring, unsatisfied limbo, which is exactly what a corporation wants."

"So, you are paid to sit here and not sell anything?" Neil asked.

"Not just that" she snapped. "Often the boys from corporate come here and we try to figure out what they do. If you understand both sides of the item, sometimes you can game them, like we have with the store itself. But this is rarely the case I admit."

Neil was pretty satisfied with this explanation, honestly. He wasn't sure he believed it, but he was enjoying this, so he decided to play along.

"So, what would you say is the least cursed thing here?" he asked.

"Probably this pen" she said, raising the pen she had on the desk.

"And what do you use it for?" he replied.

"Writing, what else?" she replied before slapping her forehead. "Oh, you mean which is the least cursed item of power."

She went round back and returned with a flat box and what looked like an old notebook. "This one just returned, yesterday actually."

"What do you mean returned? You can just return these cursed items?" Neil was starting to see holes in her admittedly amusing story.

"No, it returned. When the owner dies the items appear back in the shop, usually a few months after purchase and stained in blood. But this one usually returns after many decades and is always nicely polished."

She opened the book and started reading aloud. "The Circlet of Submission was said to have been created by a Djinn as a gift to a power-hungry Sultan, the Sultan was reported to be overjoyed with the gift but lost his head 2 years later. His successor kept the Circlet but lived a long full life".

She opened the box and picked up a thick silver ring that was split and hooped at the front. She took the item out of the box and inspected it. It appeared to be inscribed with what Neil assumed was Arabic.

The notes read:

Effect: The item induces complete submission of mind, body and magic targeting the person closest to the wearer.

Curse: Unknown

The translation reads 'Beware submission is contagious, but a good master serves the servants'

Translation notes: servant could also mean slave, serves may mean 'used by'"

Price: 100 Gold pieces roughly (£150 with inflation)

"OK I'll take it" Neil said. He had been enjoying this, but he had seen enough, and this would be the last present he would be able to afford in a while.

"Wait, what? You can't actually buy this." The woman said, suddenly tense.

At that very moment a three-legged footstool in the corner collapsed.

"Fuck, stay there and don't say anything" she said as she went over and corrected the footstool. "This is the footstool of foreshadowing; it warns me when I'm breaking the rules."

Once the stool was upright, she stepped back. Then slowly and clearly as if speaking for someone to overhear she said "Sir, are you sure you want to buy this item?" as she pulled a face and did the slit throat gesture.

"Yes, it's a very nice circlet."

The woman looked furious "Sir, I demand you to leave my shop immediately."

No sooner has she said it than the stool collapsed again.

The woman 'shopkeeper' started looking distraught.

"Look this has all been very clever but I really should be going, so can you sell me the circlet and I'll leave" Neil said.

She walked back to the sales desk muttering to herself, "Can't deny a willing customer. Corporate will kill me for this, but corporate doesn't know it returned. But can I let this doofus curse himself if he won't change his mind?"

"Hey, this doofus is standing right here and trying to be a paying customer."

Looking at the circlet and the notes again she smirked, she picked up the silver ring and glanced at the footstool.

"Fine, I'll have to change your mind for you". Determined but clearly terrified, she slowly lowered the circlet onto her head while staring at the footstool in the corner. Contact! The footstool remained standing.

Neil watched a sequence of emotions play out on her face. First, she seemed relieved the stool hadn't collapsed, but then the relief continued as all tension seemed to flow out of her body, she seemed confused then locked eyes on Neil and stuck out her large chest. For the first time Neil noticed her name tag, "Amelia". As his gaze lingered too long, he noticed her nipples become erect as if they were enjoying the attention.

"Look, 'Amelia' you're clearly a fine actress but could you tell me what's REALLY going on?" he said.

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"I've been telling the truth from the beginning master. Although it seems I have misunderstood the notes. I thought wearing the circlet would let me make you submit, but it seems the permission wearing it submits to the person closest" she said, pleased his gaze was still lingering on her cleavage.

"So, you wouldn't mind if I asked you to remove your top so I could get a better look at those funbags?" Neil said mischievously.

In a flash, she peeled the tank top over her head, tossing it aside. Her breasts bounced free--round, heavy, flawless--nipples stiff in the cool air. "Not at all, master," she purred. "Look all you want. I'm glad they please you."

OK, that has clinched it. No way a woman with tits this good was going to show them to the likes of him for anything less than an Onlyfans subscriptions. The bitch was telling the truth!

"So, if I fucked you what would you remember afterwards?" Neil cautiously asked.

"Whatever you want me to, master," she said, stepping closer, her bare skin radiating heat.

"And if I didn't specify?"

"Every part of my body is yearning to service you in some way, I guess I would be happy that you satisfied me." Amelia answered, her interest piquing.

"Take off your panties and join me on the bed" he ordered, slowly becoming more confident.

"No, not that bed master, it cures any insomnia, but you will never wake up!" Amelia said, grabbing his arm.

"Chair it is, then." He yanked his jeans down, boxers following, and sat, his cock springing free--hard, pulsing, ready. Amelia shed her panties in one fluid motion, revealing a trimmed patch of dark hair above her glistening slit. She straddled him, thighs brushing his, her scent--a mix of sweat and something sweet--flooding his senses. Her pussy hovered over him, wet and inviting, before she sank down, taking him in with a slow, deliberate slide.

"Fuck," Neil groaned, her heat enveloping him. She moved, hips rocking, her cunt gripping him like it had a mind of its own--tight, slick, pulling him deeper. He grabbed her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and buried his face in her tits. They smothered him, warm and yielding, her nipples grazing his lips. He latched onto one, sucking hard, tongue flicking the bud as she moaned above him.

"Oh, master," she gasped, her voice trembling with bliss. Her pussy clenched, a hungry rhythm that matched her grinding, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. He nipped at her breast, then switched to the other, leaving faint red marks on her skin. Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on, her groans growing louder, rawer.

"When I cum in you, you will have a long satisfying orgasm which will solidify the idea that submitting to me was a good thing" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes, master, anything," she cried, her voice breaking as she rode him harder. Her tits bounced against his face, sweat slicking their skin where they pressed together. Her pussy spasmed, milking him, desperate for his release.

With a guttural grunt, Neil erupted, shooting thick, hot streams deep inside her. She screamed, a primal sound that echoed off the shop's walls, her body shuddering as her orgasm hit. Her cunt clamped down, sucking every drop from him, her thighs quaking around his hips. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, her head tipping back, mouth open in a silent wail as she rode it out. Neil gripped her tighter, riding his own high, the world narrowing to the pulse of their joined bodies.

Finally, she stilled, panting, her chest heaving against his. "Clean up," he said, voice rough, "then bag the circlet and sell it to me proper."

She slid off him, cum dripping down her thigh, and grabbed a rag from behind the counter.

As she wiped herself, then him--her touch gentle, almost reverent--she lifted the circlet from her head. Her posture shifted, the adoring haze fading to a shy, embarrassed warmth. She boxed the circlet, took his £150 with trembling fingers, and handed him the bag. "Please be careful with it, sir," she said, her voice soft, genuine.

"Seems I handled well enough just now but if I run into any trouble, I'll come straight back to you babe" Neil cockily replied.

"No, you won't sir, after a customer leaves the store they are cursed never to be able to find it again."

"Yeah, right" scoffed Neil as he took the bag, walked out the shop and turned around. Only to find that the shop was now a Starbucks.

Shit!

Chapter 2 [Neil PoV]

"Fuck yeah" groaned Neil as he sat in his chair, his girlfriend Denise slowly sucking his cock. She had never done this for him before, but it had been beyond trivial to get her to put on the circlet. He merely told her it was a gift, and she should give it a try. As soon as it touched her head, she was happy to do anything for him. "Can you hear me ok down there?"

"Yes master," Denise said as she broke for air before resuming her eager blowjob. Neil stroked her long dark brown hair.

"Good, don't stop but listen carefully. I've lost my job, but it's ok because things are going to change and I'm laying down the ground rules. First, your body is mine, no other man may touch you sexually without my permission, you will love giving me blowjobs and letting me fuck you whenever I ask."

"hmmm hmmph" she acknowledged, sending pleasant vibrations up his cock.

"The circlet is mine to do as I wish, I'm going to expand my domination and make us rich, but I will fuck whoever I want on the way. You will put on the circlet whenever I ask, you don't have to call me master when not wearing the circlet and you will retain most of your free-will, but you will aid me in being a good master without getting jealous and complaining. In fact, me fucking other women will turn you on."

"Anything master" she said as she gasped for air.

"Thirdly, while wearing the circlet, your body will grow healthier, any fat you have will shift until you have the proportions of a perfect babe which you will love showing off to me."

"hmmmm" she moaned in affirmation once again.

Neil was going to cum soon he thought he better be wrapping this up.

"Now when I cum in your mouth you will happily swallow it all and have a long satisfying orgasm solidifying your love of sucking my cock."

It was then that he exploded, and she groaned in pleasure gulping all his cum down.

"Now be a dear and make dinner."

Later that evening they were getting ready for bed. Denise took off the circlet, the demeanour of her petite body shifted to be less submissive.

"How are you feeling?" Neil asked.

"Fine stud", she kissed him, and they went to sleep.

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Neil awoke suddenly feeling a presence over him but a second later he felt something lightly placed on his head! Instantly, his sense of panic melted away and a blissful submissiveness overwhelmed his body. His balls filled with cum and his cock became erect ready to serve the perfect mistress sat next to him.

"How can I serve you mistress" Neil said,

"Errr, I want you to fuck me... hard" Denise said sheepishly.

"Yes, mistress", Neil said as he went to work gently caressing her soft skin, perfectly delicate in his eyes. Her stomach, her inner thigh, each worthy of equal attention.

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Denise coughed impatiently.

Neil positioned his cock over her soaking vagina and plunged in, he started thrusting but slowed down to appreciate how sensual his mistress vagina felt.

"No!" Denise screamed in frustration, "fuck me like I'm a worthless toy."

"I'm not sure I can while I'm wearing the circlet, mistress. I can't feel any aggression towards you. Should I take it off?" Neil said, hanging his head in shame.

Neil pulled out and sat down.

"Fuck!" Denise started sobbing in frustration. "Will you be angry with me when you take it off?"

Neil paused and thought about what how he would be thinking if he wasn't under the effect of the circlet.

"Probably", he replied "I'd be careful, so you didn't do this again. .... But you could tell me to forget this happened."

Denise stopped sobbing "Not yet, I need to help you be a good master. Erm.. While you wear the circlet your body will grow healthier and lose body fat until it reaches an ideal level, your muscles will tone accordingly."

As Neil said "Yes, mistress" he felt a pleasant tingling feeling throughout his body as if it was happy to obey.

"Now when you wake up you will take off the circlet and forget you were wearing it. You won't remember anything since I put the circlet on you. You will feel annoyed at me and fuck me aggressively as you tell me what you are going to do with Chloe when she gets back. Do you understand?"

"I understand," said Neil as his head tingled.

"Do a good job and you will cum buckets. Now lie down then fall into a deep sleep."

Neil lay down in the bed making sure the circlet didn't fall off and then nothing...

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Neil was suddenly aware he was awake and holding the circlet, he put it back down realising he had the worst case of blue balls of his life.

"Wake up bitch" he said as he rolled over. He thrust his cock into Denise's pussy without bothering to check but found she was already soaked and ready for him "I need to unload my balls". He noticed she seemed to grin but dismissed it as he started pounding hard.

"Listen slut, after I'm done here you'll wear the circlet most of the day, you'll clean the house and get some time to grow those tits, then when Chloe gets back give it to me and make yourself scarce while I work on her."

Chloe was their housemate who worked as an intern at an investment firm. She was frequently gone for weeks at a time to attend "conferences" with her boss.

With blueballs this bad Neil was surprised he wasn't close to coming yet, his cock seemed to be waiting for something.

"Fuck yeah, and then what will you do with her?" asked Denise.

"Turn her into my slutty little fuck toy."

"yes!"

"She'll be gagging for it worse than you"

"oh god oh god"

"She'll be sucking my cock so much her knees will have carpet burn"

"Yahhh" she screamed as Neil felt her orgasm milk his cock. With that the flood gates opened and Neil began to cum and cum and cum....

"What the fuck was that?" Neil said after the orgasmic haze lifted.

"Just something to make sure you don't forget about me." Denise said and she pulled him in for a kiss.

As he kissed her Neil picked up the circlet with his free and placed it on her head.

"Now go make breakfast."

Chapter 3 [Chloe PoV]

Chloe trudged through the front door, her shoulders sagging as she dumped her suitcase on the hardwood floor. The faint thud echoed in the quiet house. Six months, three conferences, and still no promotion--just another round of playing arm candy for her sleazy boss. She kicked off her heels, the cool tiles soothing her aching feet, and shuffled into the living room. The couch beckoned, its worn cushions promising a brief escape. She flopped onto it, letting out a long, tired breath that stirred the stale air.

Upstairs, she heard the creak of floorboards--Neil, probably on his way down to nag about rent. He was decent-looking, with that scruffy charm she might've gone for if he weren't broke and attached. Not worth the drama, she told herself, though the thought of flirting her way to cheaper rent had crossed her mind more than once. Soon, she'd have enough saved for the breast implants she'd been eyeing. With those, bagging a rich investment nerd would be a cinch, and she could kiss this dump goodbye.

A glint on the mantelpiece caught her eye--a thick, silver hoop, its surface polished to a mirror sheen. She pushed herself up, curiosity overriding exhaustion, and crossed the room. The circlet felt heavy in her hands, cool against her fingertips, its weight hinting at pure silver. How could Neil afford this? She turned it over, admiring the way it caught the dim light filtering through the blinds.

"Hi, Chloe. Glad you're home," Neil said, his voice breaking the silence as he stepped into the room. He leaned against the doorway, casual but with an edge she couldn't place. "Just came down to make sure you didn't try on that circlet I got for Denise. You know how she is."

Chloe smirked, brushing off the warning. Denise was a jealous little thing--too sensitive for her own good. She squeezed her small breasts together, picturing how much easier this game would be post-surgery. "Come on, Neil," she teased, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "She won't mind if I see how it looks for a sec. It's been so long since a guy got me anything." A lie, but he didn't need to know that.

"No, Chloe I have to put my foot... down."

But Chloe had already spun round and placed the circlet on her head and started admiring herself in the mirror.

Then in the reflection she noticed Neil had the biggest shit eating grin she had ever seen.

"How do you feel Chloe?" he asked.

She spun around again and stopped dead. She felt waves of power coming off Neil, he was powerful, he was amazing, he could get her everything she wanted. All she had to do was serve him, yield to him, submit to him. Her pussy was wet, her mouth watered, every inch of her yearned to serve him. She twirled her long, jet black hair.

"I feel like serving you, master." Chloe said.

Neil's shit eating grin somehow got even bigger as he watched her bite her lip, her face bronzed to perfection, skin that seemed to glow under the lights.

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