Maid To Obey Pt 05

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.

It was rare for Sophia to be allowed to sample a taste of her former power, on most days the master kept her abilities, even her memory of her abilities locked under layers of submissive programming. Even now, as her cunt sang with arousal at the hazy memory of dominating some poor useless rich bitch and turning her to adoring sex toy. Quick on the heels of that faded memory came an overwhelming surge of sensation from her tortured tits, she could almost feel the collar draw tighter around her throat as her cheeks burned with shame and arousal, no matter her skills or her ability, all that she was and all she that could do was bound to the masters will. She glared down at her next victim, if she would be made to serve, she would at least enjoy breaking this rich little bitch.

She snatched the emerald pendant from the dresser and took the rag doll red head by the chin, looming over the prone woman and forcing her eyes upwards, she let the pendant fall to its extended chain, the crystal dangled a few inches from Tiffany's doe eyes and with practised ease, Sophia gently rolled her wrist, starting the crystals lazy arc across the red heads eye line. The crystals slow lazy arc caught the glint of the dim light, each slow passage across her eyeline flashed a single brilliant burst of green light that widened her eyes for a moment before her lids began to droop again.

"Stare into my crystal, listen closely to my voice, watch it swaying back and forth, let my words into your mind, you have no will or choice" a simple, childish rhyming induction but in the girls intoxicated state the words took root quickly in her mind, she could hear the mesmerised girl mumbling, trying to repeat the induction, Sophia smiled a wolfish grin and her eyes rolled back momentarily as her cunt clenched in conditioned reward from both dominating her prey and obeying masters orders

"Watch my pretty crystal sway, now listen close, you will obey, feel my words rewrite your mind, feel them twist and turn and bind, to serve and obey is all you'll crave, a mindless, empty hypno slave" Sophia spun her induction around the mesmerised woman's mind, watching the light die in her eyes as the hypnotic flash of green crystal mirrored in her blank, glassy pupils. As a hypnodomme, Sophia had a resistance to inductions, to the warm soft inescapable feeling that came with falling into a trance, but since her new role as her masters toy that resistance had waned. Even as she heard her own words in combination with that rhythmic flash of green in Tiffany's eyes. Her thoughts came slower and slower as Sophia realised far too late she had lapsed into mindless repetition, feeling her mind slow down as the lazy arc of the crystal stilled, joining Tiffany in mindless submission. Before long both women stood as still as statues, Sophia's induction reduced first from strong inflection, to gentle murmurs to eventual silence as she fell victim to her own entrancing induction.

I'll be honest, the sight as I opened the door into our house slaves little den, was breath-taking. The crystal had long since stilled in Sophia's grasp, dangling loosely from the long silver chain in between the two mesmerised women. A healthy sheen of drool covered both women's cleavage and caught the dim glow of the room, as I walked up behind the standing maid my hand dipped between her legs and cupped her bare hairless sex, rubbing my fingers over her slick lips. Her legs parted automatically as a shiver of pleasure rippled through her empty body drawing a soft moan from her lips.

"That's enough, such a good little house slave, now down onto your knee's Sophia, its television time" I watched her squirm and whimper as I stroked her body, a sharp stiffness passed over her for a second when I mentioned the television, but Sophia was far too deep under my control to stop her own body, she dropped gracefully to her knees and crawled over to a slightly worn spot on the carpet, planting her ass on her ankles, pushing her shoulders back and her tits out, she froze staring at the blank screen. I slipped the wireless headphones through her tangled hair and placed the wand in her open hand before I pushed play on the remote. The screen roared to life in and avalanche of conflicting coloured patterns and text as the headphone began pumping subliminal audio's directly into her brain. She slowly closed her hand around the wand and mechanically held it to her dripping sex as she began to follow her training regime.

With Sophia taken care of I turned back to my newest plaything, stroking her freckled cheek I took her chin gently pulling her eyeline up to meet my gaze "Can you hear me Tiffany?" I asked gently, watching as her dazed eyes tried to focus, her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, her mouth opened and closed a few times as if she was struggling to find simple words.

"Yes... I hear and obey..." the soft stilted monotone sent me from half mast to painfully hard in a new personal record as she almost seemed to stare past me. A gentle pressure of my finger under her chin has enough to signal her to stand, if a little unsteadily at first, the two women had been alone for over 3 hours and Mom's gaggle of friends had long since departed with excuses made for Tiffany's absence. I guided her out of Sophia's room, leaving the whimpering Latina to helplessly condition herself while I guided Tiffany back to the parlour. My finger never left her chin as she followed me through the house and back to the sunlit parlour, still scented with a mix of sweat and conflicting perfumes, I release her chin and gently placed my hand on her shoulder and she dropped gracefully to her knees, keeping her head up with those blank, wide eyes staring at me.

I took a moment to get myself under control before continuing on, I couldn't keep a slight shake out of my voice "Tiffany, listen to my words, feel them sinking into your mind, wrapping around your thoughts, twisting and binding your will, my words are becoming your thoughts, your purpose is to serve and obey me, do you understand Tiffany?" I watched as her eyes blinked rapidly at first, the last vestiges of free will battling in vain with these new artificial truths, she shook gently as her sedated mind struggled against the invading voice. Eventually, just like Mom, just like Sophia, the shakes passed, her rapid blinking slowed and the three words I had been waiting for gently slipped from her lips with a soft smile.

"I understand... Master"

The three women knelt before me in various states of undress and disarray, I probably should have waited and cleaned them up a little before putting them in display like this, but something about seeing them ranging from pristine to defiled, it was the hottest thing I had seen in my life (up to that point anyway). First in my precession of perfection was Mom, her back perfectly straight, long flowing platinum hair falling across the shoulders of a plain satin night gown that struggled to contain her cleavage, she wore a serene smile and understated make up, my perfect doll. Next in line was my latest toy, her legs still wrapped in the grey sweatpants she had arrived in, albeit soiled with her own arousal, sweat shone across her naked chest along with a healthy blush to her freckled skin, she looked up at me with blank adoration, eager to serve her new master. Finally, barely able to kneel upright and shaking from exertion, Sophie teetered on her knees, the sharp heels of her stiletto's dug into her ass cheeks, her hair was a messy matted tangle and her eyes seemed unable to focus. Her outfit clung to her every curve and smeared make up ran freely over her face, broken beyond any semblance of her former self I could hear her mumbling her mantras as her mind struggled to make sense of reality.

Truly, I was a king. How was I supposed to know Sophia had a daughter, and how could I possibly have known the little slut was peering in through the flowers beds outside?