*Disclaimer. The full story will include a variety of fetishes mostly including mind control and non-consent, but also including enslavement, feminization, diaper punishment, cross dressing and gender bending. If any of this is not your thing, I ask that you keep going.
*This story will include more scenes with Crystal, but will focus on his domination of his girlfriend Mary. The story will include non-consent mind control, body modification, enslavement, blow jobs and humiliation.
*Publicly, constructive criticism, comments and suggestions are always welcome. Privately, pictures are especially welcome! Please feel free to message me.
Chapter 1 -- Mary's Back
When Crystal closed the door and left, Mark felt a deep sense of sadness, but that was quickly replaced with a swelling sense of accomplishment. He had done it! Probably within the next 10 hours or so, his girlfriend would be back home. She was next, and he had work to do.
He had already started the manufacturing of more nanites for the next stage, but there were some finishing touches he needed to do before he could move forward. As expected, she showed up a little before 2 in the morning, waking him up from his sleep and didn't seem the least bit sorry about it. She had flown back in around 6 PM, but had gone drinking and partying with her friends, Diane, Karen and Xavier. She was not much in a talking mood, and she certainly wasn't in a cuddling mood. So, he stayed back and gave her some space. Forty-five minutes later, she lay passed out diagonally on the bed still in her dark expensive leggings and long cut blouse she wore on the flight in. He would need to sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. Before leaving, however, he left a water bottle on her night stand, and set her alarm for 7 AM, so she wouldn't sleep in too long.
He woke up and was out the door before 7 AM later that morning, and heading to work. On the way, he called Crystal and said he was heading to her side of town. She was eager to have him come over and enjoy some breakfast, and "more". After a quick exchange of directions, he was knocking at her door. She answered it garbed in a sleek silken night gown that showed off her shapely legs, and barely covered the matching underwear he was sure accompanied it. Breakfast could wait.
He had never been to her apartment before, and truth be told, she had never had a visitor. Anticipating these visits, she had gone out that night and purchased a whole new line of clothing she knew her Master would approve of. She masturbated most of the previous night, and had fallen asleep to the memories of the past couple of days. She woke up with one thing on her mind, and was beyond elated when her Master had invited himself over.
He grabbed and groped hungrily all over her body, and loved the feel of the fabric over her body. He told her he didn't feel like completely disrobing, so she delicately opened his pants and got to work with her mouth. But he had a better idea. He sat down at her couch, and told her lie beside him stretching her body across its length, all the while continuing her oral work on him. While she did, he reached out with his right hand and slowly, but purposefully, began rubbing his finger between her legs, feeling the heat and moisture permeate her thin undergarment. Before he came under her expert manipulations, she had cum twice. The second time much more powerfully when he did. At this point, only five minutes had passed, and he was ready for breakfast. She adeptly closed his pants up again. She remained dressed as she was to continue providing her Master with a sight, while she served him on a fold out tray so he wouldn't need to get up, and when he finished, she gracefully cleared the dishes away.
"Maybe we could meet up for lunch?" Mark asked.
"Nothing would make me happier." Crystal answered, with absolute conviction.
"I wanted to ask you to help me with some research, if you wouldn't mind."
"I'd be happy to help any way I can, sir."
Mark got up and left to get to work. Crystal already had her outfit ready, and prepared for what would be a very enjoyable lunch date. Ten minutes later, she was walking out the door, exhilarated at the prospect of pleasing her Master later.
Chapter 2 -- Frame of Mind
While work had not improved, Mark couldn't help but have a brighter outlook. Still, he had to be careful not to appear too happy lest he invite the attentions of his horrible boss. This was very difficult with the prospect of an outrageous lunch time quicky with his new side piece.
While trying to focus on work, an even greater surprise greeted him at around ten in the morning. His personal tablet was receiving a new set of data from his home router! Mary was connected via the nanites. This was going to get interesting. He took a minute, and based on algorithms developed from the data collected from Crystal, he began to sort through the data stream and sync it with the assortment of wireless cameras he had wired in his house. He also began to send varying codes to Mary's nanites. She was in for a rude awakening. The coding was sent.
Two hours later he was on his way to Crystal's. When he arrived she was already there in a short bright red sundress. He was impressed by how quickly she was able to change. She opened the door and struck a pose. One arm held high on the door, and the other resting seductively on her hip. He stepped in and took her.
In a clumsy stupor he reached under her dress and followed up her legs and found her ass. Groping and grabbing he felt her thong clad ass and hips. They drew near to her living room sofa. Once near enough he twisted her around sharply and pushed her over the left arm of the sofa. She thrust her butt out inviting her Master to do with her as he would. He slowly lifted the skirt and bared her lower half, resting the edge of the skirt on her back. He hadn't tried doggie style yet, and unfortunately he wasn't built with the apparatus to fully reach in. With his short dick, her big butt, and his junk food gut he wasn't able to penetrate as deeply as he wanted.
Fortunately, Crystal sensed her Master's displeasure quickly and moved to reposition him on the floor. She then straddled him and fell upon him, crying out about her Master's deep touch within her. The rigor with which she bounced up and down, and the continuous commentary of how deep he went in, mingled with her fervent moans and cries were more than enough to bring Mark back into the now. He came hard and fully, completely satiated and pleased with the turn out of this lunch hour.
Chapter 3 -- Strange Thoughts
Mary woke up promptly at seven in the morning, plagued with what she was sure this time was the mother of all hangovers. Her alarm clock was blaring at a migraine-inducing pitch that threatened to implode her brain. Driven by rage, she reached out and turned off her phone before she was tempted to smash it on the wall. Reaching for the phone, she noticed the tall, cool, delicious bottle of water Mark had no doubt left for her. She downed it greedily and immediately felt quite a bit better.
He was always doing things like that for her. Seemed to constantly be spoiling her in the hopes it would lead to rewards for him. This made her that much more obstinate to hold out on him. For her it was a game of control that she loved to win. With Mark, she could continue pursuing the subject she loved, art, and not have to give up on any luxuries since Mark would pay for anything. He was so weak.
She was still dressed in her modest, but professional, clothing that she wore the night before. Her friends Diane, Xavier and Karen had convinced her to go out last night, and she didn't put up much of a fight. They had been given free drinks all night from varying suitors, and even more refreshing, not had to give anything back.
She stripped in preparation of bathing. While she may not have had the hottest bod, a little pudgy in the midrift and a little sag in the butt and breasts, she still strut her stuff with the help of clothing enhanced by modern science. While she didn't consider herself a prude, she still was very much averse to sex, or any action that could lead to it. She got in the shower, and reveled in the hot water cascading down her body, relaxing her tensed sore muscles from, what was for her, a drunken night of debauchery.
She got out of the shower, shod in only a large towel, and put on a cotton blend pair of underwear, a cover all sports bra, and covered all that with blue sweat pants, and a very large t-shirt. Now, very comfortable, she went downstairs to begin some work. She looked around the house, and noticed the clean state of it all. That was weird, since Mark usually sucked at cleaning, but she couldn't complain. She never worried about him being unfaithful, since the idea of him being able to get action on the side was absolutely ludicrous to her. With his ugly physique, complete lack of confidence, and pathetically short penis, no woman would be crazy enough to want him.
She got up to her desk, and suddenly felt ... off. She gingerly sat down, but there was "something" nagging her at the back of her mind. She was "craving" something, but couldn't think what it might be. She walked to the kitchen, and on the way passed a picture of Mark that rested on the small table, and as she did, she felt a twinge within her, and a warmth below. She shrugged it off quickly, almost desperately, and continued on to the kitchen. Nothing looked appetizing as she took stock, but she still couldn't shake the feeling. As time continued the feeling grew ever so slightly throughout, but still not much more than a nag. Around 1 o'clock she got a call. Looking at her phone she saw that it was Mark, and a new sensation hit her, this time with more force.
She answered the phone somewhat breathing heavily, "H-hello."
