Ariel
"Come back!" Ariel said.
She banged the floor annoyed that her plan didn't work. Did that mean that the spell book was fake? There was some sort of magical manipulation over the men. But could women be immune?
To Ariel's delight, Stella came back in, meandering with a blank face. The anger from before had disappeared, replaced by an obedient drone. Ariel closed the door behind them for privacy and then walked around her toy.
Ariel had never experimented with other older women. It's not that she wasn't open to it, it's just that the opportunity had never presented itself. Until now. And with an attractive mother completely under her spell. If she could ensnare the mother, the whole family would soon follow. The thought of having power over a family made Ariel wet.
"You've been a little cranky, haven't you?" Ariel asked as if she was talking to a child. "Tell me you've been cranky."
"I've been cranky," Stella said in a monotone voice.
Ariel had forgotten that she was speaking to a drone. Any specific role play that she wanted wouldn't spontaneously happen. It temporarily killed the mood.
"Let's try this. I want you to act like a bratty teenager whose favorite thing in the whole world is sucking on your mommy's breasts," Ariel said. "And I am your mommy."
Stella's body language immediately shifted. Her perfect posture deteriorated into a slouch and her face lacked amusement. If Ariel had to guess, Stella's impersonation mirrored her own daughter's behavior.
"You've been a very bad girl, Stella," Ariel said.
"Like oh my God, mommy, leave me alone," Stella said in a whiny voice.
Ariel sat down on the bench and cupped her breasts.
"I think someone needs a little relaxation, don't you?" Ariel said.
Stella tried to play off the planted craving, but she caved with a smile. Ariel patted the bench next to her and Stella joined her, lowering her head into Ariel's lap. Ariel guided the milf's mouth onto her nipple and Stella began sucking without complaint.
Truthfully, Ariel had always been a sucker for age play but men never seemed interested. They always wanted to rail her like a sex doll and leave. Not that Ariel cared. Besides, an attractive woman under her control was so much hotter than some random guy.
Ariel took out her phone and made a duck face, making sure to get the grown woman sucking on her tits in the selfie. If this wasn't absolute proof that the spell book was legit, she didn't know what else would be.
Before Ariel could decide on what to do next, the changing room door swung open.
"Stella, what the hell are you doing?" A younger, attractive employee said.
Ariel told Stella to sit up and remain still. She stood up to confront the new employee, Rachel, who happened to be a manager. What a pity for Stella to have to answer to someone much younger than her.
"We were just having a little fun," Ariel said.
Rachel looked past Ariel at Stella and then back at Ariel.
"What is she doing? What did you do to her?" Rachel said. "I'm going to call security."
As Rachel tried to leave, Ariel grabbed her ponytail and pulled her back. Before Rachel could complain, Ariel locked lips and fought her desperate hands until the resistance faded.
Ariel let go of Rachel's hair and broke the kiss. She closed the door and locked it this time, giving her some time to think. She couldn't keep kissing her female slaves forever. That would be time-consuming and risky. The spell book did have other spells that promised obedient female slaves. She looked at the two blank females in front of her. But which subject to choose?
Could she pick Rachel, the black-haired beauty in her early twenties? It was clear that she had used her looks to move up to management. Not that Ariel could blame her, she would have done the same. But there wasn't much appeal in making Rachel a slave. Sure she'd be fun for a few nights, but having a milf and her family to mess with intrigued Ariel.
With her decision made, Ariel wasn't going to pass up messing with Rachel for rudely interrupting. She stripped the dazed manager down to her black bra and thong then stepped back to admire her body. Rachel's tits were average, but her ass was amazing. Clearly, she worked out in the gym to make up for a lack of a strong bust.
If the spell worked, then maybe Ariel would return to claim the black-haired beauty. But for now, she needed to get going. As much as she had the power to get out of anything, she couldn't be bothered cleaning up mess after mess. which would include luring men to her house or kissing every woman she needed to.
"Well Rachel. Since you interrupted us, I want you to stand in the middle of this change room and masturbate until my little spell runs out or until someone finds you. Then you will realize you sent Stella home for the day, is that understood?"
Rachel nodded her head and then moved to the middle of her room. Her left hand found her right nipple and her right hand sunk into her thong, gently fingering herself to begin.
"Enjoy," Ariel said.
Ariel commanded Stella to follow her and she left with her new slave in tow.
***
Nina
Nina toweled herself off. For the first time since her demotion, work had excitement with a rouge Brandon now on her side. He hadn't reached out since her threat, but Nina thought she made her point pretty clear.
An urgent email from Chad caught Nina's attention. She opened it expecting some stupid secretarial task. To her utter disgust, it wasn't a task, but a new dress code effective immediately. How Chad got the company to agree to the dress code without public backlash bewildered Nina.
Nina had to be patient. Once Brandon infiltrated Chad's inner circle, she could then corrupt him at the manor. The image of Brandon's face when Nina had revealed her control had been priceless. And to see that same look on Chad's motivated Nina to power through the shitty part of her plan. Until the plan had been fully executed, she had to be the perfect secretary.
Nina opened her closet doors and looked at her options. If Chad wanted to see a slut, Nina would show him a slut.
***
David
David would never forget the image of Carla and her feet smothering his face. He found it distracting to work with such imagery floating through his mind. Not only because it made him horny, but because he didn't know why worshiping a woman's feet aroused him.
During the meeting, Carla had used his face as a footrest. At one point, David had licked and cleaned both Carla's feet and then her high heels. Every part of the experience felt like ecstasy.
"Dude, your coffee's done," a deep voice said.
David snapped back to reality. He grabbed the full mug from the machine and nodded to the young college kid behind him for letting him know.
"You're David, right?" The man said, as he put his mug down and waited for his own coffee.
Gripping his coffee tight, David turned around and nodded again. He didn't prefer a conversation at the moment. But it provided the perfect opportunity to refocus his mind.
"And you are?" David asked.
