Those perfect round globes of ivory skin rose and fell gently, each exhale pushing the satin fabric of her robe open a little further, slowly revealing her naked body. I ran my hand from the soft curve of her stomach an upward to the mountainous curves of her breasts, the fabric fell away under my touch as ivory skin ran red with a rising blush. Mom shuddered under my touch despite her entranced state, she shifted slightly from her position lay back on the sofa, her legs widened and hips rose as I took a nipple between thumb and forefinger and teased the soft skin into a hard nub, interrupting her stilted monotone with a sharp gasp. I could barely hear what she was saying as I marvelled over how her body reacted to my touch. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips as she detailed her soon to be arriving friends, one at a time, names, ages, family, anything I could possibly need to know about perspective additions to my harem.
Sophia sat opposite and was far more animated then my mother, her dark olive skin shined with sweat and arousal. She was bound, naked to a wooden chair in the centre of the living room, taped to the seat and positioned directly between her legs sat a vibrator that was plugged into the nearest electrical outlet. She squirmed and moaned against the tape that held her to the seat and kept the vibe pressed between her legs, all the while a VR headset enclosed her eyes and ears pumping and endless torrent of hypnotic audio and visual stimulus. In Mom's case I trusted her existing relationship with me plus some gentle reinforcement of the new house order would be sufficient, but with our hypnotist maid I took no such chances. As a result of a more aggressive "Training Regime" Sophia spent most of her time divided between cleaning, her own reconditioning and being the house fucktoy.
I know what your thinking, I've got these two gorgeous women utterly subservient to my will, whatever willpower or resistance Sophia had was currently leaking down her thighs and onto a sheet of plastic I had put down to protect the carpet, and by using Mom;s maternal devotion and twisting it into a collar and leash I held both women in the palm of my hand. So why risk it all for one more shiny toy?
Because this new shiny toy was a natural red head...
...Yeah even in without the benefit of hindsight I know it sounds like a terrible reason but what can I say, I'm drunk with power.
The ladies arrived over the space of a Wednesday afternoon, a parade of skin tight Lycra and spandex that was often cut at least one size too small and wrapped around their figure like a second skin. The jewel of the bunch, my prize for this evening wore a tight blue tank top that showed off her toned midriff with grey yoga pants, her long strawberry locks fell in a ponytail that ended at the small of her back and framed her freckled face perfectly, I couldn't help but grin as Sophia, dutiful maid that she was, served the women a round of cocktails to help with the coming festivities. I watched Tiffany down the glass in one smooth movement before retiring deeper into the house for the next stage of my plan.
Tiffany took the fluted glass from the maid and gave the pink bubbly liquid inside a quick swirl, inhaling a deep floral sweet scent as the liquid slid around the inside of the glass, She took the liquid in one smooth drink, revelling in the sweet taste that tickled her tongue and the resultant warm buzz as the alcohol hit her system far faster then expected. The conversation swirled around her as her friends gossiped about everything from their love lives to their favourite soaps. Normally Tiffany would have slipped in and out of the small talk but today she felt content simple to stand and listen, her mind toning the voices down to a dull buzz to which all she had to do was occasionally smile and agree, it seemed much easier that way, to smile and agree.
The maid circled back around sometime later with a fresh cocktail and while Tiffany was still feeling the impact of her first drink a little stronger than expected, there was something about how the maid offered her a follow up drink that brooked now argument from the tipsy red head, after a momentary consideration she felt it was so much easier to smile and agree. The second drink hit much harder then the first, she felt the warmth of her skin flushing, that heat trapped by her outfit and turned inward. She leant back hard against the kitchen wall as the room threatened to spin around her, she felt the maid's arm wrap around her shoulder, warm and comfortable, without word of protest she allowed herself to be led out of the kitchen one shaky step at a time, leaning heavily on the busty Latina.
The pair unsteadily made their way deeper into the mansion to the room that now served as Sophia;s sleeping quarters. The room was sparsely decorated, a large double bed dominated the centre of the room, next to the bed was a simple wooden dresser and a long sofa, opposite the bed behind a soft rug sat a large wide screen television on a simple wooden cabinet. Sophia shivered every time her eyes fell on the large silent screen, involuntary memories of spending her evening kneeling on the soft rug while her masters conditioning brought her mind further into bondage, she could almost feel her own fingers hypnotically massaging her clit while the mass of spiralling colours and subliminal audio washed her brain clean of free will. She sat Tiffany down on the sofa, the intoxicated waif slumped gently to her left against the arm of the sofa, her breathing slow and deep as she hovered between awake and asleep.
Waking wasn't quite the right term, but over time Tiffany began to register the change in location, the change of her posture and the wrongness of her mental state, she had no idea how long she had been sat there but a long line of drool had fallen from her lips and left a dark stain on her top. She tried to move but found her muscles long since passed into sleep, she could barely tilt her head to survey her new surroundings, the warm, dimly lit room smelled eerily familiar, a sickly sweet floral scent that seem to roll over her in waves. Fast on the heels of her now found awareness, she realised she was not alone.
It took a long moment for her to realise who the tanned goddess standing above her was, familiarity slowly crept into her mind as her eyes slid over the tall, powerful woman, the swell of her curves barely restrained by the harsh red of her leather underbust corset from which her magnificent cleavage threatened to spill, tightening and cinching her waist before flaring out at her hips and hugging her perfectly formed curves. The maids cunt was bare and exposed, shaved clean of pubic hair, her lips glistened with arousal in the warm half light of the room, Her thighs clad in black leather that extended down to her heeled boots. Risking a further glance upward, the olive skin goddess finished her look with a long pulled back ponytail, a black collar decorated her neck, a thin chain ran through the O ring at her throat either end of the chain finishing with a clamp currently locked around her diamond hard nipples.
Tiffany had always been a little curious when it came to her sexuality and the after effects of the cocktail has melted away away of her previous inhibitions, the towering woman above her seemed to radiate confidence and power, the way she stared down at Tiffany made her feel simultaneously weak and horribly aroused. She tried to speak, a weak groan was all that left her lips before a sudden explosion of pain across her cheek brought a moment of absolute clarity. She whimpered in shock as the fierce red handprint burned itself into her cheek.
