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Circlet Of Submission Pt 02

Circlet Of Submission Pt 02

by barrybarlow
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Chapter 4 [Denise PoV]

Denise sprawled across her bed, the soft cotton sheets cool against her skin. One hand kneaded her breast, fingers tracing the curve she'd grown to love, while the other slipped beneath her panties, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. The faint hum of the house settled around her, but her mind was elsewhere--downstairs, where Neil was undoubtedly fucking Chloe again. The thought sent a jolt of heat through her, her breath hitching as she imagined his hands gripping Chloe's hips, his groans filling the living room. She shouldn't be this turned on, but she was, and it was intoxicating.

She let her thoughts drift back over the week. Mornings started with Neil sliding the circlet onto her head, its cold metal kissing her scalp. Instantly, her body would hum with need, her thighs slick with desire as he took her--hard, relentless, leaving her panting and blissfully submissive. Then he'd leave her to the day's chores: scrubbing floors, folding laundry, dusting shelves in a haze of contentment. When Chloe got home from work, Neil would claim the circlet, and Denise would retreat to her room, listening to their moans through the thin walls while her fingers worked herself into a frenzy.

She wondered if she ought to be resentful of this but dismissed the thought. She was happier than she had ever been in her life; as long as she wore the circlet, she could feel her body changing shape, and it became faster the more submissive she acted. By now her stomach was toned, and she had beautiful, large raindrop breasts that didn't need a bra anymore. All the housework had made the place far more pleasant, and Neil promised to find a larger place soon. She had always found Neil's dominant side appealing, but with the circlet she felt like putty in his hands, and she was loving it. And it was only natural that such a man should have all the women he could handle.

The worst part came at night, though. Slipping the circlet onto Neil's head flipped a switch she despised. His voice turned simpering, pathetic--"Yes, mistress"--and it made her skin crawl. She hated that weak, fawning tone, the way it stripped away the man she adored. But she did it anyway, a quiet sacrifice to sharpen him into a better master. He never remembered, thanks to her commands, and it was paying off--his body was leaner now, abs etched beneath his skin. He chalked it up to all the sex boosting his testosterone, and she let him believe it.

Denise had been avoiding Chloe; having two people near someone wearing the circlet seemed to confuse things, but when she caught glimpses, she could see her body had also changed. Her previously flat chest seemed huge now, more like implants than real. But she clearly hadn't gotten implants. As she squeezed her own engorged tits, they certainly felt natural, at least.

A low groan drifted up from downstairs--Neil finishing, no doubt. Denise quickened her pace, fingers slick as she chased her own release. Pleasure crested, sharp and sweet, and she sighed, rolling onto her side. Her gaze landed on the circlet's box, its lid ajar on the nightstand. If this thing was rewriting her life, she ought to understand it better. She reached for the notes inside, the paper crinkling as she unfolded it, and started to read.

The next afternoon, Denise drained the last of the dishwater from the sink, the faint scent of lemon soap clinging to her hands. She'd finished her chores--counters gleamed, floors shone--and the house felt almost peaceful. Neil sat at the kitchen table, hunched over a pile of bills, his brow furrowed as he scribbled numbers on a notepad. She slid onto his lap, straddling his knee, and pressed a kiss to his temple. His warmth seeped into her, a quiet comfort amid the tension.

"Urgh, I probably need to find another job," said Neil.

Denise slid down between his legs. "Do you want me to take your mind off it, master?" she asked seductively as she started unbuckling his pants.

Neil's hands found hers, gentle but firm, and he lifted the circlet from her head. The metal gleamed briefly in the sunlight streaming through the window before he set it aside. The fog of submission lifted, leaving her with the steady glow of her love for him--less overwhelming, but no less real. "If only I could figure out how to use this to make money," he said, half to himself, staring at the circlet.

"Ma... err, Neil, I was reading the circlet notes and I thought..." Denise started explaining but suddenly stopped as the door opened. Neil's attention pricked up; Chloe was here, which meant it was her turn to wear the circlet.

Chloe walked in and stopped, shocked upon seeing Denise on her knees in front of Neil. "Oh."

Denise stood up, embarrassed. "Oh, hi, Chloe, how was your day?"

Chloe took off her coat and hung it up, followed by a thick woollen jumper she was wearing. Underneath, she was wearing a tank top. "Ooooh, that's better." Denise saw her breasts had clearly grown even bigger than she expected. "I've been so hot all day; gotta keep these babies hidden before they stop growing, then I can say I got implants," she said as she fondled her tits.

Denise glanced at Neil. He twirled the circlet between his fingers, his eyes locked on Chloe, practically vibrating with anticipation. "Neil, baby," she said, stepping closer, "can I show you guys something first?" She pulled a folded newspaper clipping from her pocket and smoothed it out on the table. The headline blared in bold:

LUST ISLAND STARS MOVE INTO MCMANSION ESTATE

. "You were talking about moving, and this place is only twenty miles away."

Neil frowned, scanning the article. "I can't afford anything like that."

"It says Brandon Collard has already moved in; can't you use your toy there to 'convince' him to let us move in?"

Denise watched Neil's face as he took the clipping, his brow creasing in thought. She could almost see the gears turning--he hadn't considered using the circlet on a guy before. "Well, I haven't thought of another way to make money," he admitted, pausing. "But he's not gonna fall for it. 'Hey, mate, wanna try this jewelry on?' isn't exactly subtle."

"Neil, I've been reading the notes that came with the circlet, and I think it might be able to use it to control people from a distance. It says it can be used to shape magic as well as minds, which may mean you can enchant people's bodies to induce submission," Denise piped up. "Put on the circlet, and I'll see if I can enchant you."

Neil recoiled in horror. "No, no, no, I'm not putting that on me."

Denise was surprised he reacted that way, but since he doesn't remember wearing it, he must be terrified she will enslave him in some way. "But this will help," she begged.

"No, I'm not wearing it," he snapped, his tone final. "Test it on Chloe instead." Before Denise could argue, he grabbed the circlet and planted it on Chloe's head. She didn't flinch, just stood there as the silver settled into place. Neil bolted from the room, his footsteps pounding up the stairs, leaving Denise alone with Chloe in the kitchen's fluorescent glow.

"Err, hi, Chloe, are you okay?" she asked awkwardly.

"Yes, mistress, I'm fine," she responded with a soft look of adoration on her face.

"So, you are enjoying fucking my boyfriend?" Denise asked, trying to break the silence, but as she did, she felt a surge of arousal.

"I love serving Neil, mistress, especially when it is my turn with the circlet," Chloe replied.

"And if he had never used the circlet on you, what would you be honestly doing then?"

Chloe glanced at the article from before. "I would have got implants and would be trying to use them to let a rich guy move in with me."

"You like using your body to get what you want from men?" Denise raised an eyebrow, an idea sparking. "Chloe, tell me if you feel anything." She straightened, channeling Neil's authoritative tone. "Your tits will have the power to make men's cocks hard with desire."

Chloe's breath hitched. "Oh, I feel something--like the tingling when they were growing, but... different." She tugged her tank top off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Her breasts bounced free, impossibly full and firm, nipples tightening in the cool air.

Denise leaned in, peering at them, unsure what to expect. No shimmer, no glow--just Chloe's skin, smooth and flushed. "I don't feel anything," she said, stepping back.

"But, mistress, you're not a man," Chloe pointed out, tilting her head. "Should I test it on Neil? I don't get how this helps us with the mansion."

Denise hesitated. Testing it on Neil would mean him fucking Chloe right here, and the thought sent another surge of heat through her. She pictured his hands on Chloe's curves, his cock buried deep--it'd be so hot to watch. Her fingers twitched toward her waistband, but she stopped herself. Chloe was right; it wouldn't solve anything. Neil would screw her anyway.

"No," she said, firming her voice. "Your tits will make men's cocks so hard with desire that their minds become oblivious, malleable putty to your suggestions."

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"Oooh, it feels more intense this time," Chloe squeaked.

"Right, so in a moment, take off the circlet, and we'll go and see if we can get Neil to wear it. If he puts it on willingly, then that must prove it worked," explained Denise.

Chloe slid the circlet off, her posture snapping back to normal. She yanked her tank top back on, the fabric stretching tight, and they headed to the living room. Neil lounged on the sofa, legs spread, flipping through a magazine. "Neil," Chloe started, her voice bright, "we've decided you really should try this on."

"Look, I've told you that's not going to happen; you will have to find some other way," Neil responded angrily.

"What about now?" Chloe chirped, peeling her top down. Her breasts spilled out, round and defiant, catching the lamplight.

"I sa--oh, fuck," Neil stammered, his magazine slipping to the floor. His eyes darkened, predatory, as he zeroed in on her chest. "Take off your panties," he ordered, his voice rough, already shoving his pants down. His cock sprang free, rigid and pulsing.

Denise watched, heart pounding, as Chloe dropped the circlet with a clatter and obeyed. Neil scooped her up, pinning her against the armrest, and thrust into her with a grunt. His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking hard, lost in a haze of lust. He didn't even glance at Denise--she might as well have been invisible.

Fuck, this was hot,

she thought, her hand sliding into her jeans, fingers finding her clit. Neil's hips slammed into Chloe, the sofa creaking under them, and Denise matched their rhythm, biting her lip to stifle a moan.

It didn't take long. Chloe's gasps peaked, Neil groaned, and Denise's own release hit, sharp and shuddering. She slumped against the wall, catching her breath, while Neil's face stayed slack, dopey, utterly checked out. Chloe disentangled herself, smoothing her hair. "Now, Neil, why don't you try this on?" she said, scooping up the circlet, but Denise grabbed her wrist.

"No, I don't think that's necessary. Neil, you will just remember fucking Chloe and we convinced you she has the ability to get people to wear the circlet," Denise said to her slack-jawed boyfriend.

"Put your top back on; you're done for the night," Denise said to Chloe as she grabbed the circlet out of her hand.

Chloe was no longer wearing the circlet but not in the mood to argue; she quietly acquiesced and went to her room.

This was going to be fun,

she thought.

Chapter 5 [Neil PoV]

Neil was driving their car to the "Lust Island" mansion estate. Chloe and Denise were sat in the back. Chloe had her best 'on the pull' dress covered by a thick coat Denise had insisted she wear.

Last night, they had convinced him Chloe could convince this Brandon guy to put on the circlet, and then Neil would simply tell him to let them move in. They had apparently planned all this themselves; this oddly unsettled Neil, but he was glad they were getting along. They pulled up, and Chloe got out.

"Now we wait here. If she doesn't phone in ten minutes, you can go check on her," Denise explained.

After a short time, the phone rang. Neil picked it up.

"It worked; he's wearing the circlet, but... but he's acting really weird."

"Hold on, I'm coming." Neil shoved the phone into his pocket and stepped out, the crisp air biting at his face. He strode up the drive, gravel crunching under his boots, until he reached the front door. It hung ajar, revealing Chloe in the foyer, her arms crossed tightly. Beside her stood Brandon Collard--tall, tanned, with dark hair and shirtless, the circlet poorly placed on his head like some crooked crown. His hazel eyes locked onto Neil, bright with an odd, eager gleam.

"He put it on, and he's going along with stuff," Chloe said, edging toward the door. "But he's not acting like we did. I dunno, you deal with it--I'll wait in the car." She brushed past Neil, her heels clicking as she retreated.

Brandon stepped forward, closing the gap with a grin that showed too many teeth. "Maaaate!" he boomed, throwing an arm around Neil's shoulders and slapping his back hard enough to sting. "That bird with the nice tits said you've got some things to tell me."

Neil stiffened, caught off guard. This wasn't submission--not the dazed, pliant kind he'd seen in Denise or Chloe. "Before we start," he said, easing out of Brandon's grip, "you feeling okay? You don't, uh, feel like calling me 'master' or anything?"

Brandon laughed, a deep, rolling sound. "That's kinda odd, mate, but I'll call you whatever as long as we're good mates." He leaned back against the wall, one shoulder dipping slightly, his grin open and relaxed, ready to follow Neil's lead.

"Touch your nose," Neil said quickly.

Immediately, Brandon's finger flew to his nose.

He is being obedient alright...

Neil thought.

I think I understand what's going on.

"Mate, your place here is fantastic. You wouldn't mind if my girls and I moved in, right? But first, I need to talk about a few rules..."

Later, Neil pushed open the door to one of the mansion's sprawling ensuite bedrooms, the scent of polished wood and fresh linen greeting him. "This is our room," he said, ushering Denise inside. The space was cavernous--vaulted ceilings, a king-sized bed draped in silk, sunlight spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows onto a plush rug.

"And you're sure he's safe?" Denise continued.

"I've told him you two are off-limits," Neil assured her, stepping closer. "He'll treat us like good friends--nothing more." He slid his hands up her sides, cupping her breasts through her shirt, and guided her toward the bed. "Now, let's christen this place." His fingers deftly unhooked her bra, the fabric whispering as it fell away.

But Denise went cold and rummaged through their things for the circlet. "Neil, honey, I need you to do something for me." She pulled out the circlet. "Put it on Chloe and undo what we did to her tits. I don't trust her with it."

Neil was confused. "What did you do to her tits?"

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"It doesn't matter," she snapped, her tone sharp enough to cut. "Just undo it, then we can get back to our new bed." She stretched out on the mattress, her body a deliberate tease--legs parted slightly, shirt riding up to bare her toned stomach.

Frustrated, cockblocked, and horny, Neil stormed out back toward Chloe's room. On his way, he ran into Brandon. "Is everything alright, mate? Your girls settling in okay? Can I get you anything?"

"Put this on," Neil snapped, impatience clipping his words as he jammed the circlet onto Brandon's head. The shift was instant--Brandon's grin softened, his eyes locking onto Neil with a quiet intensity.

"You'll always tell me the truth, right, mate?" Neil asked, testing the waters.

"Sure, mate," Brandon said, his tone earnest. "Why would I lie to a friend?"

"How you feeling about us being here?"

"Great, mate," he replied, shifting his weight. "Kinda horny, though."

Neil blinked. "Why?"

"Well, I'm not used to having birds in my house without fucking them."

"Why don't you have a wank?"

"I don't do that," Brandon said.

Shocked, Neil replied, "Well, take off the circlet and give it back to me, and you will feel an uncontrollable urge to have a long, satisfying wank for at least an hour."

He took the circlet off, then hunched over a bit and, with a shocked look on his face, walked back into his room and shut the door.

Chloe's room was smaller, tucked at the hall's end. He didn't knock--just pushed the door open. She stood topless before a full-length mirror, her reflection showing off those impossibly huge breasts. She gasped, spinning to face him, her arms flailing to cover herself. "Neil!"

"Chloe," he said, holding up the circlet, "Denise wants me to use this to depower... your... tits... or something." His voice faltered as his gaze locked onto her chest. His cock twitched, hardening fast, tenting his boxers. A fog rolled over his mind--those tits, round and perfect, drowned out everything else. What was he doing again?

Chloe arched her back, thrusting her chest forward, making them impossible to ignore. "Good. Look closer," she purred, stepping toward him. "You feel your cock getting harder, don't you?"

"Yes..." he murmured, his cock now fully erect in his boxers, eyes glued to her.

"You probably think I'm just a bimbo," she continued, her tone low and coaxing, "but I've watched you. You act all tough, in charge, to impress girls, but part of you just wants to be led by your cock to whatever feels good."

"Yes..." Was that true? He couldn't tell--didn't care.

She closed the distance, her hand slipping into his boxers, fingers wrapping around his shaft. She stroked slowly. "It's true we gave my tits powers to hypnotize men. But you don't want to depower them. You won't let Denise depower them. You enjoy looking at them too much--don't want them changed."

Neil groaned, his hips bucking into her hand.

"Why would you?" she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "You

don't

believe a bimbo like me can manipulate you. I'm just here to make your cock feel good--and I do that very well, don't I?"

"Yes..." he gasped, lost in the rhythm of her strokes.

"Exactly. You don't want to give that up. My tits make this place so much more stimulating--you'd hate for me to leave. Besides, you're in control. You can trust me to make you feel good."

"So good..."

"Now," she said, speeding up, "you're gonna have an amazing, satisfying orgasm, then go back to your room. Tell Denise you've done what she asked and have a good, long sleep, dreaming of these tits."

Her hand tightened, and Neil's world exploded--pleasure crashing through him as he came, hot and messy, soaking his boxers. Chloe pulled back, wiping her hand on a towel, and slipped into a nightdress. The fabric dulled her curves, and Neil's head cleared slightly. He grabbed her ass, pulling her into a brief, sloppy embrace. "That was great," he mumbled, kissing her cheek. "So great having you around." He stumbled out, legs shaky.

As he got closer to his room, more of his brain functions returned.

What am I going to tell Denise? She sent me to depower Chloe's tits, and instead I got a handjob. What does it matter? I'm in charge, and I think Chloe's great the way she is.

"So, did it work?" Denise asked as Neil got into bed.

"Yeah, it worked fine," Neil said, lying down to sleep.

"Wait," she said, sitting up. "Weren't you gonna fuck me?"

"Sorry, babe, while Chloe was wearing the circlet, I had her give me a blowjob to speed the thing up; it was taking ages," Neil lied.

"Oh, okay," Denise turned around. But Neil was already blissfully fast asleep.

As she lay there, annoyed and horny, she was sure she could smell cum coming from Neil's pants and hear masculine groans of pleasure coming from down the hall.

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