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Circlet Of Submission Pt 03

Circlet Of Submission Pt 03

by barrybarlow
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Chapter 7 [Brandon PoV]

It had been three weeks since his new mates had moved in, and Brandon was cleaning his room reflecting on how strangely his life had changed. He emptied his bin of accumulated cum tissues, he never normally masturbated this much. If he had been horny, he would have just picked a bird at a club, but there wasn't room for that anymore and his home had become a maze of random erotic encounters. Several times he had walked in on Chloe stripping for Neil who was so into it he didn't notice he was there. He didn't really see the appeal of Chloe himself, tits that big usually did nothing for him but for a moment they were so fucking hot he had to tug one out right there. Must have been the lighting or summat.

His phone buzzed on the dresser, cutting through his reverie. He snatched it up, squinting at the screen. Another text from his agent:

"Best be bulking up mate, not sure they want you for the next series otherwise."

The words sank into his gut like lead. He glanced at the weights stacked in the corner--dumbbells, a barbell, a bench--all gathering a thin film of dust.

Steroids fucked me last time,

he thought, flexing his arm absently. Landed him in hospital, puking his guts out, and now it was back to the grind--lift or lose. If he didn't snag that contract, the mortgage on this place would bury him.

What'd Neil and the girls think if I tanked? Some mate I'd be, losing the roof over us all.

He went to the kitchen to make himself a brew. Chloe and Neil were having a conversation by the fridge.

Brandon leaned against the kitchen counter, the cold marble biting into his palms as he stared at the kettle's slow boil. The steam curled upward, blurring his reflection in the stainless steel--a face that had once landed him magazine covers, now creased with worry.

Three weeks with this lot, and I'm already losing my edge

. Neil and his girls had turned his mansion into some kind of fever dream, all sex and secrets, and he was just... what? The landlord? The sidekick? He didn't even know anymore.

His fingers twitched toward his phone, itching to scroll through Instagram, to check the likes on his last gym selfie. Fifty thousand, last he looked--not bad, but not enough to keep the sponsors happy.

Lift or lose

, his agent's voice echoed. He could almost feel the needle's sting from the steroids that nearly killed him last year, the hospital's sterile reek still sharp in his memory. No way he was going back to that. But the weights in his room weren't enough either, not with the clock ticking on his contract.

"And you're sure you won't actually be doing it?" Neil was asking.

"No, it will be really on you I swear" Chloe replied

"hmmm, ok" ended Neil.

Neil came up to Brandon. "Look, err mate, we've been feeling guilty about how we've not really done anything together since we moved in so Chloe wants to give us a little show."

"That's not really needed, I've got to get to..."

"Nonsense, come on, I promise you'll enjoy this"

So Brandon found himself perched on the sofa, the plush leather cool against his thighs, Neil plopped beside him radiating a jittery excitement. Chloe stood in front of them, her movements slow and deliberate, launching into what felt like a half-arsed striptease. She swayed her hips, the tight fabric of her top stretching over her curves, teasing the hem upward inch by inch. Neil leaned forward, practically vibrating, his eyes locked on her like she was the second coming. Every time she tugged at her bra strap, hinting at letting it drop, he edged closer to the cushion's brink. Brandon swore he heard him mutter, "Fuck yeah, here it comes," under his breath, voice thick with anticipation.

Then the bra fell, a soft thud on the hardwood floor, and Brandon flicked his gaze to Neil's face. The bloke looked like he'd forgotten the world existed--eyes wide, jaw slack, nothing but Chloe's tits in his universe.

They're alright, I guess,

Brandon thought, shrugging inwardly. Big, sure, but not his thing--until he turned to look himself.

Fuck.

His cock twitched, hardening fast, and his mind fogged over like someone had flipped a switch. Suddenly, those tits were everything--round, heavy, perfect. His breath hitched, palms sweating against his knees.

Chloe's voice cut through the haze, smooth and commanding as she clocked their tranced states. "Now boys, for the next hour,

I

am your bimbo goddess. You're my worshippers. You know I can choose to suck the cock of a worshipper, and you desperately want that--more than anything. My body's your temple, my tits your altar, my lips your goal, and my words your reality."

She willed the hypnotic pull to fade, and Brandon's head cleared, but the awe didn't. He stared up at her, a goddess in flesh-- hair cascading like a halo, curves exaggerated to divine proportions. "Oh, what's this?" she purred, her tone dripping with mock surprise. "Two worshippers come to make sacrifices to their goddess. Too bad I only have time for one. Guess I'll suck off whoever impresses me more." She smirked, sarcasm lacing the last bit, clearly relishing the game. If Brandon weren't so fixated, he might've caught the glint of glee in her eyes.

"Oh no," she gasped, theatrically, "have you forgotten the first rule? Worshippers shouldn't be clothed in the presence of their goddess." The words barely hit the air before Neil was tearing at his shirt, buttons popping, pants yanked down like his life depended on it.

Fucking hell,

Brandon cursed himself, scrambling to catch up. He ripped off his tee, kicked off his shorts, leaving him bare and hard on the sofa. Neil beat him by a heartbeat, standing rigid, chest heaving.

"Looks like Neil, I mean, worshipper two won that," Chloe said, her voice teasing. "I do like enthusiasm." She stepped closer, her presence towering. "Rule two: worshippers should always have hard cocks in my presence, but with enough control not to blow it."

She reached out, her hand cool and firm, brushing Brandon's cock first. He bit back a groan, his erection straining, harder than he'd ever felt--like it could punch through steel.

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Gotta win this,

he thought, jaw clenched. She moved to Neil, stroking him slow, and Brandon caught him biting his lip, eyes screwed shut, fighting the edge. Her touch lingered, then stopped, leaving them both twitching.

"That's a draw," she declared, stepping back with a grin. "You're both honoring my beauty perfectly. Rule three: worshippers should be fine specimens. Let's see you."

The goddess stepped back and drank in their appearance. Brandon tried tensing his muscles in the way he had been trained to at the gym. She took her time, circling, her fingers occasionally grazing their skin--his abs, Neil's chest--like they were slabs of meat on display.

"Both in fine shape--toned, cut," she mused, then gestured at Brandon. "But this one's a few inches taller. The goddess frowns upon manlets." Neil's face twisted, a flash of rage buried under his trance, but he stayed standing at attention.

"Well, we have a problem, it's a draw. Hmm, what to do?" the goddess mused. "Why don't you just worship at a tit each and I'll pick whoever does a better job. But no touching yourself and no pushing the other guy away."

So they moved to the object of their worship, like children being allowed to play with a special toy Brandon took the left tit and Neil the right. He kneaded it, he sucked and pinched the nipple, he did whatever he could remember the women in his life liking. Her hand slipped down to her crotch, a soft moan escaping her lips--someone was doing it right. Brandon doubled down, tongue swirling, feeling the bud harden against his mouth.

After one long groan she said "stop, sit down, show you cocks are still respectfully erect."

They sank back, legs spread, both still painfully hard. Brandon's throbbed, precum beading at the tip. Her gaze flicked to them, and for a split second, his mind tugged toward her tits again. "Remember," she said, "

my

words are

your

reality."

"

You

win, you are my best worshipper, you've been so patient, now receive your reward. I kneel between your legs, hold your cock, take it deep in my mouth. I engulf it, the world fades, and you feel ecstasy--you've reached your goal."

It was all true, there she was between his legs, his cock deep in her mouth. He didn't stop to think it was strange he could hear her voice in his head, all that mattered was the pleasure and the voice.

"Through my power your rival will believe he is receiving the same gift, but the reality is he is wanking his cock. Only you and I will know the truth."

Brandon glanced at Neil--sure enough, he was pumping away, eyes locked on the imagined blowjob, oblivious.

Poor bastard,

Brandon thought, a flicker of pity drowned by the goddess's mouth.

After what felt like unknowable time in bliss, he thought he heard "shit, time's nearly up" but then the voice returned "you approach climax and sacrifice your sexual load into your goddess, your release, a gift from your goddess for good service. While your rival pathetically spills his seed on the ground in failure."

He tensed, pleasure peaking, and erupted--thick, endless ropes flooding her throat. She gulped it down, hungrily, while Neil's cum splattered the floor in a chaotic mess. Brandon's head swam, stars bursting behind his eyes.

"Now gaze at your goddess one more time as the true reality sets in" Brandon's thoughts briefly fogged and then there stood Chloe again.

"Sorry, I think we got a bit carried away with the role play there." Neil said getting to his feet somewhat embarrassed but with a beaming smile. "Chloe can write great scenarios, can't she!" He kissed her on the forehead and said to Brandon "Do you want to go upstairs Bran? we'll clean up here."

As Brandon went upstairs, he overheard Chloe say "Yes, this is all his....... Of course it was you honey.... No, I don't think you're a manlet."

Chapter 8 [Denise PoV]

Denise sat by the pool sunning herself, Brandon was recording an Instagram video for his fans while Neil and Denise were doing laps in the pool. She was reflecting on what a crazy month it had been. Her boyfriend came home with some strange artefact, and he took her from living in a small everyday house to a minor celebrity's mansion. Sure, she had helped him a bit and given a few pushes but Neil had sure done well. She watched him in the pool admiringly. On top of everything he was making love to her once a day, sometimes with the circlet, sometimes without. She knew he was still fucking Chloe too, of course, But whenever she asked what they were doing he just explained that there was a dark side to his sexuality that he loves her too much to expose her too. Chloe was the sort of girl he could use to satisfy those desires. Denise didn't know exactly what this meant but it sounded kinda hot. One woman couldn't be enough for a man like Neil but at least he was hers.

Neil hauled himself out, droplets cascading down his toned frame as he settled onto the sunbed beside her. His towel landed in a damp heap, and she caught his eyes lingering on her curves, a flicker of hunger in his gaze. Before she could tease him, Brandon swaggered over, still filming, the camera panning across the pool. "Check out my crew chilling by the water," he boasted, his broad chest puffed out for the lens.

Then Chloe emerged from the pool like a siren, water streaming off her skin as she thrust her chest forward. Her bikini top strained against her exaggerated curves, and she flashed a sultry grin at the camera. "Don't forget to like, follow, tip--you know you want some of this," she purred, her voice dripping with playful menace. Brandon's face flushed crimson, his confident spiel faltering as he fumbled to end the recording. "Uh, yeah, vote for me for the next

Lust Island

series--catch you in the next one!" He swiped the air awkwardly and bolted inside, muttering about edits.

"Hope that will give your followers a boost" Chloe smirked.

Denise turned to Neil and was suddenly confronted with a tent in his trousers. She expected him to start sweet-talking her but instead he said "I think Chloe needs some circlet treatment" with a dark look in his eye. He signaled to Chloe with a curt nod, and she sauntered after him, hips swaying as they disappeared into the house. The glass door slid shut with a soft thud, leaving Denise alone by the pool, the air suddenly cooler against her skin.

She huffed, swinging her legs off the lounger.

Well, this sucks.

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The jealousy she'd learned to temper flared briefly, but curiosity overpowered it. What was Neil up to with Chloe this time? Was it the circlet--or something darker? She padded inside, the tiles cold under her bare feet, and poured herself a glass of water in the kitchen. Her eyes snagged on the circlet, resting innocently on the counter where she'd left it after morning chores. Its silver surface gleamed under the overhead lights, whispering secrets. If Chloe was indulging Neil without it, what did that mean? She snatched it up, the metal cool and heavy in her hand, and crept toward the living room.

Peering through the cracked door, she froze. Neil and Brandon sat naked on the leather sofa, their bodies rigid, eyes glazed as they stared up at Chloe. She loomed over them, bare and commanding, her curves exaggerated in the dim light filtering through the blinds. Gift-wrapped boxes--wine bottles and soap sets--littered the coffee table like offerings at an altar. "Your tributes have pleased the bimbo goddess," Chloe intoned, her voice smooth and regal. "You are worthy of penetrating my inner sanctum."

Neil and Brandon beamed, chests swelling with pride. Denise's stomach twisted as Chloe continued, "Without conscious thought, your hands drift to your cocks and begin pleasuring you." Their hands moved in unison, stroking themselves with mindless devotion, low groans escaping their throats. "In your conscious minds, I ride your cocks," Chloe purred. "You plunge into your goddess's pussy, and it milks you with a ferocity you've never known. There's nothing you can do but surrender to the pleasure and fight not to release too soon."

Denise's grip tightened on the circlet, nails digging into her palm. Chloe casually scrolled through Instagram on her phone, barely glancing at the men writhing under her spell. Fury surged through Denise, hot and bitter. Neil had lied--those hypnotic tits were still in play, and worse, he'd rather jerk off to this manipulative bitch than be with her? This wasn't her stud taking a side piece; it was pathetic, a betrayal of everything she'd built with him.

Her anger crystallized into action. Chloe was distracted, thumb flicking lazily across her screen. Denise slipped forward, silent as a shadow, and dropped the circlet onto Chloe's head with a swift, satisfying clink. "Mistress?" Chloe gasped, her phone clattering to the floor as her posture softened, eyes snapping to Denise with startled adoration.

"Shut your mouth slut" Denise snapped. "Neil, you fucking simp, how dare you fucking lie to me."

"ugh, fuck yeah, so fucking good" Neil panted, still lost in his trance, hand pumping furiously.

"You can talk to wake him up and anything else I ask" she spat to Chloe.

"Neil, your perceptions of the goddess will fade away and you will fully return to reality" Chloe said, her tone meek but clear.

Neil's eyes cleared, devastation washing over his face as the blissful fantasy was wretched from him and he registered Denise and Chloe staring at him, cock still in hand. "Fuck." Brandon, oblivious, kept stroking, lost in his own haze.

"Neil you lied to me so you do this simping shit with another woman. How much crap have you been buying her? " She stopped for a moment. "Or was this all her idea, did she catch you in her tits while I wasn't looking?"

"No, this was my idea," Neil stammered, scrambling to his feet. "She was supposed to fuck me--Brandon was the one meant to be in an illusion!" He and Denise glared at Chloe.

"Look, I don't get off fucking subs OK! and it's not like it you weren't loving it anyway." Chloe huffed.

"Whatever." Denise's voice was ice. "Neil, put some goddamn pants on and come with me. Chloe, your tits can no longer affect men's minds."

"Does Neil agree?" Chloe asked, tilting her head.

"What?"

"With Neil conscious now, you must both agree to power the circlet. It feels much weaker with you both in conflict." Chloe said, wondering how exactly she knew that.

"Fine, Neil, tell her to say bye-bye to those tits"

"No, I like them the way they are," Neil said. He stood up and started to resemble the man Denise loved.

"I love the way they look as she kneels before me, ready to be fucked by her master. Imagine how hot that looks. You could join in and we can put all this business behind us." Neil said seductively.

Oh, god. That would be hot. Chloe seemed to move forward like she wanted to get into position right there right now.

Denise's breath hitched. God, that

would

be hot. Chloe edged forward, eager to obey, her body practically humming with anticipation. "But first, let's kiss and make up," Neil murmured, nodding at Chloe. Before Denise could protest, Chloe's lips crashed into hers--soft, sensual, electric. "Your hands are so good at exploring your mistress's body, finding her most sensitive spots," Neil purred.

Denise started to melt as Chloe's hands started exploring her body. What was happening? She started this encounter completely in control, she hadn't told Chloe to do any of this. But when she started agreeing with Neil, Chloe had become more obedient to him. The more he dominated the area the more the circlet would respond to him! "Get her more nice and wet for her master's cock" Neil pressed.

He was intended to fuck her, then when she was good and spent he would put the circlet on her and get her to forgot all this. Did she want this to happen? It would feel so good to give in, to submit and be filled with his... will. But then he would fall back into old habits, a weak master again. "STOP!" she bellowed, the shout tearing from her lungs.

Chloe froze and Neil was shocked into silence.

"Relationships are based on trust Neil and I know you didn't want it to come to this but if you want this relationship to continue we must trust one another." Denise explained "So if you like this role-playing crap, fine. Trust me to take control for an hour, and I'll trust you with whatever you want after. Deal?"

Neil pondered this for a moment. "Agreed" he said.

"Chloe, if you please," Denise said, stepping back.

Chloe used her power to trance him but while wearing the circlet the effect seemed to be multiplied. His eyes glazed instantly, thought draining from his face like he had been hit by a freight train.

It worked! "Chloe, my words will craft your reality as well as Neil and Brandon's. You really are a bimbo goddess managing your worshippers"

Chloe started enthusiastically pumping the cocks of the boys.

"Behold your mistress, the consort of conquerors. My body surpasses all other goddesses, mortal men desire nothing more on this earth than to penetrate this pussy. Tell me servant, are these the best candidates you could find?"

"Yes, mistress," Chloe replied. "On your knees before our mistress."

Brandon and Neil fell to the floor staring in awe of her.

Denise smirked. This was... fun. More than she'd expected. She stood over them, one leg swinging over Brandon's shoulder, her bikini-clad pussy hovering inches from his face. The scent of chlorine and sunscreen clung to her skin, mingling with the musk of arousal in the room. "You, boy," she commanded, her voice sharp. "Have you fought your hardest, conquered your domain until you're lord of all you survey?"

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