The Power to Dominate

"What are your orders, master?" I couldn't believe that this bombshell of a woman had just asked me such an outrageous question. Master? What was going on here? Was this some kind of bad joke? But her expression looked sincere, void of any previous hostility.

Maybe I had done something to her mind? I had felt a connection between us after all. I decided to just roll with it for now and if I was being completely honest I quite liked the way she called me "master" with her grey eyes eagerly looking up to me as if they were waiting only for my command.

"First of all, tell me who you are!"

"My name is Melara and I am a witch." I probably should have been more surprised but I guess at this point her having some kind of supernatural powers was rather obvious. Instead I continued my questioning.

"Why did you attack me?"

"Commoners are not permitted to witness any acts of magic. Since you saw the merchant disappear I had to wipe your mind."

"What's a commoner?" I asked.

"That's what people without any relationship to magic are called. Although you technically aren't a commoner anymore."

"What do you mean by that?" I had definitely felt something when I had entered her mind but I couldn't really put a finger on it now.

"Me trying to suppress you seems to have activated your magical abilities. That's how you were able to resist my attack and eventually throw it back at me."

"So what's the meaning of all this? Why do you keep calling me master?"

"It seems you have thrown my own spell back at me. As a result I am now your servant bound to your will."

I nodded, trying to comprehend everything that had just happened. It seems Melara was now under my command. Chills ran down my spine as I realized that this could have been me, if I hadn't been so lucky.

So what was I going to do with her now? First, I needed to make sure how far I could take my control over her. I had to make her do something no self respecting woman would ever do.

"Take off your top!" I spoke without thinking realizing how ridiculous I sounded once the words had left my mouth. And yet, without any hesitation, removed the small item.

I couldn't help but gawk at her perfect, round breasts, that were almost waiting to be groped. Her rosy nipples slightly inviting me to kiss and suck them.

I probably should have stopped there, after all I had proven my point. But seeing that gorgeous woman just stand there without any notion of running away or covering up, I felt something awakening inside of me. A feeling of crave, hunger and lust.

"Pant's too!" A second later her shorts were on the floor, exposing her rose, shaved pussy. I am pretty sure that I was drooling at this point. All my life I had never seen a naked woman and now a straight up goddess was standing in front of me. Can you really blame me?

Hesitantly I took a step towards her, reached out and cupped her breasts with my hands. I slowly started kneading them enjoying the feeling of warmth and softness. Suddenly, I saw her nipples grow harder. Seems like someone was enjoying herself.

"Are you aroused, Melara?"

"Yes, master" she replied courtly. I now started to put my mouth to good use, sucking her nipple and enjoying the tender skin of her breasts in my mouth.

Melara stifled a moan as two fingers found their way into her honey pot. The warm wetness down there dared me to push even deeper and so I started fingering her. By now the cute with couldn't suppress her moans any longer. With her unconcealed shrieks of lust I picked up my pace, causing her moaning to grow even louder in return. Without thinking further I let go of her breasts and kissed her.

Our tongues intertwined in unison while I kept fingering her. Playing with her body just felt extremely good and I was determined to push her over the edge.

Spasms of pure arousal were running through her body. Even without any experience it was obvious that she was almost there. I shoved my fingers into her for one final time. And then she came. Her body tensed up as the orgasms washed over me. Her joy-filled screams were covered up by my mouth. I pushed her against the wall, where I held her until the sensation pervading her body had passed. A few seconds later she was passed out. Without thinking I picked her up and carried her onto my bed. She looked like she could really use the rest now.

I returned to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of water. Now, that I had cooled down a little the possible consequences and dangers of my actions flashed through my head. I had meddled with powers beyond my comprehension. And that doesn't even cover the moral implications of touching a woman more or less against her will.

And yet, it had felt so fucking good. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was in charge. It was pathetic but years of indignity had left me with a repressed crave for power. Also, who knows what that witch would have done to me. That woman brought this upon herself.

I had made my decision. I was going to ride this wave for as long as possible. And with that in mind, I thought through my next steps of action.

When she woke up, I was already standing next to the bed. I admit that I had been eying her in her sleep, but any straight man in my would have done the same thing.

Unbothered by my creepy stares she glided out of bed. Once more her sheer, naked beauty caught me by surprise. She looked at me, as if waiting for my command. I took a deep breath and spoke:

"What happened to you earlier?"

"When I entered your flat, I cast a mindbreak spell on you. Your consciousness should have been bent to my will. However, your magical awakening seems to have countered my spell and thrown it back on me. As a result, my body and mind now bend to your will." She spoke almost robotic, without revealing a single emotion. It sounded like she was simply relaying a commonly known fact.

A part of me should have felt guilty, but just looking at her made my lower regions take over. Already, my body was aching to put her obedience to another test and I wasn't sure if I could deny it any longer.

Further investigation could wait. While I enjoyed myself before, I didn't quite get the release I had needed. So now, I was all pent up. I sat down onto the bed, my body already quivering from the anticipation. Hastily I undid my pants and together with my underpants pulled them down. I pointed at my erect crotch.

"Finish me off"

Without further ado she got on her knees and grabbed my cock. Her hands started rhythmically moving up and down my shaft at a fast pace. I could feel the pressure growing bigger and bigger every second. Her eyes remained focused on my shaft as if it was the center of her world. With every motion her breasts jiggled ever so slightly. It was a sight to behold. I would love to say, that I sat there and enjoyed her stroking my dick for 20 minutes, but frankly after less than 2 minutes I just couldn't hold it any longer, the pleasure was simply becoming to much for me.

As I was reaching climax, her steady motions seemed to grow faster. Further encouraging me to release my load. With an undignified groan, I emptied myself. Cum spurted all over her face as I came harder than I had ever done before.

Melara, no my toy, my slave remained seated between my legs. She seemed entirely unbothered by the white stains on her pristine skin.

It took me a couple of minutes to recover. During all that time, she didn't move an inch. I looked at her.

"Melara, from now on you will be my slave. You will do your best to satisfy all my needs. You love serving and obeying me. You will accept and worship me as your master."

My actions might be morally deplorable but I at least wanted her to enjoy herself as well.

After I had finished speaking, she looked up at me and for the first time since we met she smiled. It was probably the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

I motioned her to get onto my lap. Her skin kept rubbing against my bare thighs, her breasts pressing against my chest. I wrapped my arms, looked at her cum painted face and kissed her. She returned the gesture with eager passion. I dropped onto the bed again, taking her with me. Our tongues intertwined while I fondled her pert, well toned butt. Suddenly, she leaned forward until she was right next to my ear and whispered:

"Thank you, master."

We made out a little longer but after a while exhaustion just hit me. I looked out the window. It was already dark. Reluctantly, I freed myself from the warm embrace of her naked body. I got up and took a moment to admire her beauty once more. The little brat returned my gaze and spread her legs, exposing her clean shaven wet pussy in an attempt to get me back into bed.

"Nice try, but I really need to get some sleep. I don't want to be late for work two times in a row."

With a pouty face she got up and followed me to the bathroom. It was a bit strange to perform my evening routine with the blonde beauty just standing there, watching my every move closely.

After I finished brushing my teeth, I realized that I didn't even have a toothbrush for her to use.

"Hey, Mel" - I had decided to call her that - "You're a witch. Can't you like summon a toothbrush or clothing for yourself?"

She shook her head.

"I am sorry master, but it seems when you took control of me, my powers and memories were sealed. I don't really have any memories from before when I entered your apartment. I also remember some basic principles of magic but I somehow can't put them to use. My assumption is that my powers have been tied to yours. As you grow stronger so will I. I apologize for my own incompetence, master. Please punish me as you wished." She bowed her head, obviously ashamed about her inability to provide assistance to her master. And as tempting as "punishing" her sounded, I really needed to get some sleep.

We both hopped into bed, where I possessively placed my arm around her hip. She snuggled into me, causing my semi-hard dick to rub against her buttocks. I took me a while to shake off the temptation to ravish her on the spot, but eventually the fear to further anger my boss won and I fell asleep.

I wasn't really an earlier bird. In fact, I absolutely hated getting up in the morning. Especially when I had such a convincing reason to cuddle and sleep in a little longer. But duty was calling and so I unfortunately had to peel myself out of bed.

With a yawn my new roommate made herself heard. Even with sleepy eyes and messy hair she was nothing short of stunning.

With a lot less evident struggle, she rose from the bed and dutifully followed me into the bathroom. I went onto my usual procedure, only that I refrained from any talking since, as I said, I really am no morning person.

Fortunately my slave had a good read on me and didn't try to initiate a conversation. Instead she had grabbed my hairbrush and made sure she was even more gorgeous.

I sat down and made myself some coffee, when I suddenly got a little anxious about the dust on some of my cups and the general desolate state of cleanliness in my apartment.

"This place definitely needs some cleaning", I mumbled to myself. This in no way helped better my already sour mood. Cup in hand, I turned around to find Mel standing in the corner, hands clasped behind her back,curiously eying me. I let my gaze wander from her soft facial features, over her erect nipples down to her honeypot, that was already glistening alluringly. She returned my stare with a smile. At least there was something good about this morning.

"You walk around naked and your clothes need to be washed. Grab something from my wardrobe instead." I really had to get some clothes for her.

"You don't like what you see, master?", she put great emphasis on the last word and seductively spread her legs. I could feel something in my pants rise to the occasion.

More or less fortunately for me, she quickly quit fooling around and went for my bedroom, before I would get any stupid ideas. When she came back, she was wearing some old jogging pants and a hoodie.

With an approving nod I headed for the door, ready to leave for work.

"Don't leave this flat unless there is an emergency. Also, there should be some leftovers in the fridge for lunch." I had originally planned on eating those yesterday for dinner but I just had completely forgotten about them.

I left the apartment complex. This time it wasn't raining and I even made it to the bus station before the bus arrived. While I was watching the buildings pass by I once more thought about the possibilities that might come with my powers and having a slave. I really needed to find a way to support the two of us though. With only my current job that wouldn't be possible. Also, I had to ask Mel about my magic. Maybe she could help me develop in that regard.

Half an hour later, I arrived at the skyscraper that the office I was working in was situated. By now my mood had improved drastically.

I cheerfully greeted Sally, the receptionist, a shy brunette girl, who I never had the balls to ask out on a date. As I sat down, my decadence of allowing myself to be happy was immediately punished by my boss.

"Mr. Smith, I don't pay you for slacking around. Get to work this second!" I checked my watch. I still had 5 minutes but I quickly jumped into the masses of letters and numbers.

Being in a particularly bad mood today, she instead focused on scolding an elderly colleague loud enough so everybody in the room could hear her. I ended up working overtime that day. When I arrived at home, the sun had already gone down. At least I wouldn't have to work on the upcoming weekend. I dragged myself up the stair and opened the creaking door to my apartment.

The instance I stepped into my flat she was by my side.

"Good evening, master. How was work?

I replied with some incoherent rambling before planting myself onto my sofa.

"Is there anything I can do for you, master?"

"A water would be nice." A second later, I held a glass of water in my hands. I looked around something was different...

"Did you clean this place while I was gone?" The flat looked much better than when I had left this morning. The cups had been dusted, the dishes wash and the whole place had been given a good cleaning. While there was still room for improvement, I don't think that my flat had ever looked this tidy.

"Yes, master. I was hoping you would like it." She gave me a shy smile.

"You did a great job, Mel. Good girl." She visibly flushed at my compliment and her smile grew even wider.

"I was just about to sort your laundry before you returned. So I could do that again..." She explained proudly. But then a mischievous grin found its way onto her angelic face. With a naughty smile, she stepped a little closer, now standing right between my lazily spread legs. "Or I could reward my hard-working master for working so diligently today." She gently cupped my face, then, while maintaining eye contact, ran her finger down my upper body, all the way to my already bulging crotch. Her hand rested on my pants, rubbing against my dick. She bent forward, bringing her face closer to mine, exposing just a tiny bit of cleavage under her hoodie. The beast inside me was raging again. Lust crept up from my abdomen right into my brain. I reached out behind her neck and pulled her in for an intense kiss. Then I whispered into her ear:

"Undress, slave!"

As if she was only waiting for my command she reached for the hoodie and slowly pulled it over her neck giving me a good show of her assets in the process. With a promising wiggle of her butt, she reached for her pants. One seductive lick of her lips later, the fabric was slowly making room for a good view on her wet pussy. Elegantly, she slid to the floor right between my legs. She gave me a pleading look.

"Please master, let me take care of you, please." My erection was growing at a painful rate, straining against the fabric of my underpants. I nodded as I was probably even more desperate to free my meat than she was.

One smooth motion later, my dick was finally freed.

Her hand caressed my meat like a prized possession. Gently she kissed my shaft all the way down to my balls. Then it was time for the main course. She carefully wrapped her lips around the tip. The warm wetness or her mouth welcomed me as she bobbed her head up and down. Fortunately, my penis wasn't too big, so she had no trouble fitting it all the way in.

Quickly her rhythmical movements and her tongue swirling around my cock had me in some sort of trance. But I needed more and I desperately needed release.

I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down, forcing her to take my meat all the way in. She groaned but didn't seem bothered and quickly adapted to the new state of affairs in her mouth.

I released my grip on her, since she was now sucking me off with high speed. As the pressure grew, so did the beast in me. I wanted to cum and it was her job to make sure I would do so as quick and pleasurable as possible.

I wrapped my legs around her, making sure she wasn't able to move away from the couch, even though she probably wouldn't have anyways. Waves of pleasure to which yesterday's handjob couldn't even compare ran through my body.

Then with a silent roar I came. She didn't even flinch while my sperm trickled down her throat. She just kept looking at me with that glint of mischief in her eyes.

It was like a dream. Her mouth emitted a certain warmth, that made me all sleepy...

The enjoyable wetness, my fading arousal... And with that I fell into a deep slumber.