*Note: All characters are fictional and of legal age.
College move in day was stressful. Lots of different people going here and there, fussing about this and fretting about that. But everyone around had their parents. I was alone, dragging my suitcase and a couple bags. At least I had Olivia with me. Liv was my high school sweetheart, a girl that fell in love with me to the point she decided to attend my cheap state school rather than her elite private Ivy school. Love knows no bounds, they say.
But oh man did I score with Liv. It took a little convincing, but she is my Italian-blooded doll. Naturally tan skin compliments her dyed blonde hair, with those beautiful deep brown eyes that I have fallen in love with. Maybe I'm a sucker for brown eyes, but oh man does it make my heart flutter. She's crazy athletic, which means super in shape, basically the unattainable beauty standard every other girl tries to be. She has an electric touch and her voice cuts through your heart like butter. She's short, 5'4", which matches well with my 6 feet. I'm not much of a looker. I'm not unattractive, but I wasn't the popular kid in school either.
High school. I wasn't very good at it. I'm smart and people tell me that but I just could never bring myself to get my work done. I could've probably gotten into one of those great schools that Liv got into...but I decided to use my smarts in other ways. I have a way of getting what I want. My charming personality combined with the powerful force of hypnotic suggestion is hard to say no to.
But, on the outside, not many people see that part.
That's why, once I swept the junior prom queen off her feet junior year, people stared gape-jawed at how I was able to pull the hottest girl in the school. In the South, it's pretty important for people to stay in their cliques in high school. So for the outcast to pull the most beautiful girl...talk about some problems with the school's social hierarchy. But, with some thorough planning, brainwashing, and conditioning, Liv was head over heels for me by the beginning of junior year. I just decided to hold off for the right moment.
Any normal person would say "well isn't fucked up that you basically hypnotized this girl into loving you?" To that I say yeah, it is. I'm not a good dude, but there's a lot of messed up people in this world. You gotta do what you can to make your life worth living. Plus, Liv is happier with me than she had ever been before. I made all those long lasting problems disappear in a snap of my fingers.
But sadly, Liv wasn't moving until the next day. Today, it was just me. The school's underpaid student admissions reps were giving my dead smiles and shoving pamphlets and club flyers into my hands all day. Like I could care less, but I silently reminded myself to be grateful that at least I don't have a roommate.
The first night was uneventful. I met the guy who lived next door, a typical dude who never grew up and still sneaks around vaping like a teenager. As long as I don't smell that smoke in my room from his room, I don't give a damn. The only time I would have to deal with him would be our shared bathroom.
Finally, the next day Liv arrives. She's her usually peppy self, dressed in a white crop top and purple sweatpants. Looking well-tanned as always, she seemed to be enjoying everything so far.
"Baby, I'm so excited to try everything. I think space club looked super cool, and so did creative writing, and math club, and-" With a snap of my fingers, she fell silent.
Listen, I love my girlfriend. She's great. But I don't care about the clubs. Plus, I haven't seen her practically all summer. She's been busy at her summer job. I need my fix, and I want it now. Liv is standing, eyes glazed over, slack jawed, silent. Maybe a little drool dripping down the side of her mouth.
"How can I serve you, Master?" she asks.
Liv obviously wasn't the first girl I had practiced hypnosis on. Before her, there was Kylie. And Natalie. And Emily, but she was awful. All had worked to varying extent, but I had never gotten what I wanted out of them. Liv was the perfect human, smart, hard-working, funny, drop dead gorgeous, sexy, and compassionate. Once I perfected my skills, I inducted her and the rest was history. I have had a number of slaves over the years, but I have a lot of pride in Liv after all the hours I have put in to her training and conditioning. So much pride, that I let her be Slave #1 as my girlfriend.
As she stood there, I debated what to do with her. The first time we had sex was fun. And oh man, she's hot. She's got gorgeously round and perky C-cups which I love to wrap my tongue around, a cute ass, and a pussy that feels as good as gold. But we had done everything. I knew she would be my wife one day, and she's a great partner both in and out of trance. But honestly, I was getting bored. I commanded her to strip, get down on her knees in front of me, and give me a blow job. She was great at it, but for once, I just wasn't as excited. I needed something new to freshen things up. Or more like, someone new.
As Liv obediently sucked my cock, I looked around the room. Liv was going to have a roommate. It could be some weirdo, or some unattractive girl. Or maybe, just maybe, she could be my next slave.
As I commanded Liv to deep throat me, I felt my orgasm approaching. She slurped up and down on my cock like a porn star, moaning intensely. Part of my genius programming is to convince her that her pleasure increases every time she blows me, and that when I cum, she cums. That way, I can be selfish all I like while still taking care of my slave's sex needs. I began to come close, so I grabbed her head, and thrusted full force down her throat. My dick is moderate, about six inches, but I make sure to get every single millimeter of it in there.
Finally, I came, spewing hot white cum into her mouth. She orgasmed too, and let out a large moan. I looked as she sat with that same glassy eyed mouth half open expression, with my cum leaking out of her mouth and sliding out onto her perfect tits, and wondered why I was even thinking about another girl when the hottest one in the world just blew me to orgasm.
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Liv's roommate moved in the next day. She was a hispanic girl from the American southwest, with a cute smile and a country attitude. She was short, just over 5 feet, with smaller tits than Liv (at least, from what I could see). She had pretty brown eyes and long, glossy black hair. She had a cute little pink cowboy hat on the first day. I'll make a note of that, I thought to myself.
"Hi, I'm Sierra," she said with a smile, reaching for my hand. I met her there with a shake, and smiled back.
Hello slave, I thought.
The issue is though, I knew Sierra was gonna be tough work. It's easy to tell when a girl will be highly submissive. Usually she's a people pleaser and friendly. Sierra had a rebellious side, you could tell. Liv told me about how they had met, about how Sierra was finally excited to get away from her controlling parents in college, etc. I grabbed the chain around my neck, a cute little half heart necklace that Liv had the other half of, and started to subtly swing it back and forth with my hand at my waist by my side. Liv noticed immediately, but with company she was programmed to continue to act normal if she was put into trance. Sierra did not notice right away, but I saw her start to look out of the corner of her eye. She would start to look towards the pendant more and more, letting out some yawns, her eyes starting to sloop.
A nail polish bottle fell off Liv's desk, snapping both of them out of it. "I'm getting tired," Sierra said, and I took the invitation to leave, with a last glance at her back side before I left.
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I'm a guy, so I'm horny, okay? I feel like that's natural and I don't think it's right to judge me for wanting to make Sierra one of my slaves as soon as possible. I couldn't stop thinking about her smooth, brown skin, those glittering eyes, and what must be underneath.
I made it a goal of mine over the first couple weeks of school to come to Liv's dorm as much as I possibly could. It helped that she lived on the floor right above me. Almost every single time, Sierra was there too. She didn't seem to have many friends. Perfect. I tried to keep careful note of her general routines so that when I started to condition her, she wouldn't find anything out of the ordinary. She likes to shower at night, around midnight, and spends a lot of her time doing her physics homework, with big headphones covering her ears, listening to her sad teen pop music. She spent most of her time in baggy hoodies and sweatpants, but she was fine as hell.
My major was computer science, a hobby I particularly enjoyed. A big part of my indoctrination would be subliminal messaging I put on her computer somehow.
"Hey, Sierra," I said one day.
"What's up, David?" she responded. Yuck, I hate my name. That'll be one of the first things I change with her.
