Vibe Check Ch 02

Authors note: Thanks everyone for receiving my first submission so well. I read all the comments and am definitely considering some of the ideas. I've decided to continue on in this series for now. As always I appreciate any feedback. If anyone is interested in being an editor/proofreading my stories message me thru here, or if you know someone who is too. Once again any characters participating in sexual acts are 18 yrs or older.

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I awoke the next morning to the sounds of a blow job from my slave that would have put any porn to shame. As I opened my eyes I saw Angelica between my legs on all fours with her voluptuous ass up in the air looking back at me with my morning wood buried all the way in her mouth. When she saw I was awake I could see the edges of her mouth move up into a Cheshire cats smile. She then redoubled her efforts. I don't know long she'd been at it before I woke, but could tell I was close. Instead of letting her continue as she pleased I reached down with both hands to grab her head. I then began thrusting of the bed into her mouth. Face fucking her with full abandon. She was taken aback at first, and there was some coughing/spluttering. I didn't care though, and didn't even slow down. She adjusted quickly. When I felt my balls tighten as I started cumming I held her head all the way down to the base, and came in her throat. After the first couple of spurts I let go, and she moved so just the head of my cock was in her mouth. She swallowed every last drop like a proper slave, and then proceeded to clean me up.

"That is how a slave should wake their master every morning. Using their body to start his day off right" I said. Angelica beamed in response "Thank you Master. I live to please and serve you."

"What time is it?" I asked.

"A little after 4am Master." She replied.

"Good we have some time to talk before I have to head downstairs so your brother doesn't blow a gasket. First tell me your plans for the day?"

Angelica then told me how she was having a beauty day, and pre back to school shopping trip. After some thought I sent her a list of tasks from my phone to her phone with the direction to have them all done by the time she returned that evening. It was a rather long list, and I knew she had to be back in the house by 7pm. It was clear by her eagerness that she'd forgotten that while yesterday had been about showing the pleasure serving could bring that I planned to find her pain thresholds this evening. I don't like setting people up for failure usually, but I thought creating an opportunity to show her what kind of punishments would come with failure to obey was needed. That way it was not a surprise down the road for her.

That done I decided to do something to test out my abilities a little further. The connection I had made with Angelica thru the symbolism of the leash was allowing me to feel her emotions. As I'd drifted off to sleep I'd been curious if I could alter, or even remove/emotions to her thru it. "Angelica you are my first slave and will be for the rest of our lives. You are mine forever. You never need to doubt that. However, I want you to understand that doesn't mean you will be the only woman in my life. There may be some one night stands, and there may be additional slaves I add to my harem over time. Only time will tell. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master." she said.

As we talked I monitored her emotions carefully. She started off feeling both proud and excited, but as I started to talk about the possibility of other women I felt some jealousy. When I mentioned adding other slaves I felt the excitement and jealousy both grow. As I finished talking I focused on the jealousy, and tried to remove it. I thought it would be as easy as plucking a pen out of a pen cup. However, it was not. After a brief seconds thought I imagined the jealously as a stubborn weed, and I yanked it out root and stem in one go. It came free with an effort. I became of several things at once. First I could no longer feel the jealously from her. Second it felt like the process had taken like an hour or more, but in actuality couldn't have been more than 2 mins. Not even long enough for there to be an awkward silence. Finally where as before when I altered vibes I got dizzy and felt tired for a brief period when I removed the jealousy from Angelica it was some one punched me square in the face. I saw stars, the room spun a little, and I could feel a slight trickle of blood from my nose. Fortunately with her kneeling on the floor before me in the dark Angelica couldn't she the blood so she did not become alarmed.

I decided to test my success. I had to know if I was no longer feeling the jealousy because I'd removed it, or since we weren't discussing it she wasn't actively feeling it. "Don't worry about being replaced if/when I add other slaves. As the First slave you will be their Mistress to act in my stead when I am not around. You will even be able to play with them yourself to a degree if you so desire." Once again as I spoke I monitored her emotions, and felt no jealousy at all. Only excitement. Even though it felt risky given what had just happened I focused on her excitement about the other women. I imagined it as a dial. In my mind I saw it as a 4 out of 10. I decided to crank it up to 7 out of 10. I felt that was enough for the change to be noticeable without being over powering. When I'd done that instead of the punch I'd received before it felt like I'd been hit in the face by a soft pillow swung a little to hard. Enough to make me close my eyes for a sec, but not much else.

"Thank you Master. I'll make sure that they know what is expected of a proper slave that serves my Master." Angelica replied.

"That's what I like to hear. Now I have to go downstairs before they start waking up. You should get some more rest before the day ahead." I said looking down at her. She stood and stretched putting her arms above her as high as they'd go which exposed every inch of to me and cause parts of her body to go taught while others jiggled in an exciting way. My cock fully recovered from her good morning blow job instantly sprang to life. "As you wish Master." She said with a playful grin.

In a flash I launched off the bed, and grabbed her throat with one hand. I squeezed just tight enough to restrict her breathing a little, but not cut it off. I also lifted her up so she was on her tip toes starring into my face. "Are you trying to taunt your master with your body Slave?" I asked.

Angelica smiled. In a soft but sultry voice replied "I just wanted to show Master what was available for him to use before he went down stairs."

Looking around I saw her dressing mirror. One of those 3 part ones where the side panels are at an angle. With a smirk I led her by her throat over to it. "Perhaps you need a visual demonstration of what you're good for. Now down on all fours facing the mirror Slave." I said releasing her throat getting a small thrill at the faint redness left from grip. Not enough to leave a mark/bruise, but enough to leave a temporary reminder for maybe 15 mins or so.. She quickly did as instructed. I knelt down behind her. My rock hard cock ready to use her, but I paused to finish get Angelica ready. I took her hair wrapping it around my fist pulling back lifting her up, and causing her to arch her back. In this position she was forced to look straight at herself, her fingertips could barely reach the carpeted floor in front of her, and we both could see the hypnotic way her breasts moved even from just her breathing.

I leaned forward and whispered firmly in her ear "Watch as you're used for your sole purpose."

"Yes Master." came her eager reply.

As I leaned back to line up to thrust into her I couldn't help, but smile at the fact she was actually dripping with arousal down her thighs. I thrust all the way into her in one go. Relishing how tight, and wet she was at the same time. I began pounding her with full strokes, and at a fast pace from the beginning. I did experiment with pounding her, and using her hair to pull her back into me. I found a combination of the two that worked where I would thrust most of the way into her, and then right at the end pull her into me without slowing down my thrust.

Angelica started came the first time a few minutes in. Once I found my rhythm she started cumming with more frequency. I looked in the mirror, and smiled at way I saw. The first thing I saw was the way her tits swung back and forth as I fucked her. It was glorious watching them swing all the way thru their pendulous arc. I don't know what excited me more. The way her tits were moving, or the look on her face. Her face had gone slack with a grin of pure ecstasy. Hanging slightly open, with a little bit of drool hanging out the corner. In stark contrast her eyes were sharp and alert. Bouncing back, and forth between all 3 sections of the mirror. It was like she was so excited she didn't know where to look.

I was fucking her so hard I couldn't even tell if she was making noise over the sounds of our bodies smacking together on every thrust. It filled the room so completely echoing back at us off the walls and most likely the mirror in front of us. I was soon close to cumming. I increased my pace, and even though I couldn't hear it felt that familiar growl in my chest starting I felt it. I looked up, and saw Angelicas head trying to tilt down right as I was on the brink of cumming. I could it was because she had a large orgasm approaching, but still. In a flash I took my hand off her hip where I'd been using to steady myself, and grabbed her the throat again just under chin. I forced her head up, and squeezed her throat. " I SAID YOU ARE TO WATCH!!" I yelled loud enough it could be heard over our fucking. Right at that moment I exploded inside her exquisite pussy. She came at the same time. Hard enough she almost forced me out... almost. However, there was the unexpected result of her cumming so hard she squirted. Not a lot. Not like in porn, but enough for me to feel it hit my balls.

When I was done cumming I let her go. She immediately slumped forward onto her forearms. Trembling with orgasmic aftershocks still. I looked down at her and asked "What do you say to your master for showing you what your good for Slave?"

"Thank you Master. If I ever forget again please remind me my Master." Angelica replied.

"Very good. Now to reinforce the lesson you're not to clean my cum out of your pussy. I want you to spend the whole day as you complete your tasks wondering if everyone can smell my cum on you."

Angelica tried not to conceal her excitement at the thought, but failed. It was obvious the thought would keep her edged all day. She replied "Yes Master."

"Now I have to get downstairs so your brother and friends don't get suspicious. I'll be seeing you again tonight my Slave." I said as I left to head downstairs.

Luck was with me, and no one was awake when I made it downstairs. I was able to find a couch that didn't have one my friends asleep on it, and grab another hour or two of sleep. Most of us were woken by the sound of one of the game consoles being turned on. Someone had clearly forgotten the surround sound system we'd been using was still on when the turned it on. The console in question had a theme on it that instead of the normal noise that would have probably given the user time to correct the issue woke everyone as effective as a bomb going off.

As we collectively woke up, and entered the game room our friend Chris was sitting there like we'd found him over a corpse with the smoking gun in his hand. He muttered a quiet "I'm sorry guys. I forgot about the surround system." Everyone looked grumpy, and before they could start ganging up on Chris I decided to step in. Chris was a good guy, but had some confidence issues. He never said anything directly, but given how he tried to spend every possible second out of his house I was pretty sure something was hinky about his home life. I'd never pried. For two reasons. The first is pretty lame I know, but I thought if it really was something bad he'd confide in me or someone else. The second was until very recently I felt if I found out it was something bad I'd be compelled to act. Since until recently I felt my only options would have been to the cops, and felt that might make it worse for him since it would then be a public spectacle. However, I had been rethinking that position since I'd been experimenting with my vibes. A solid plan hadn't formed yet though.

"If you were trying to sneak some practice in on a game to have the edge you should have at least woke Ethan up. After that performance last night he needs it." I said with a chuckle.

Just like that the switch was flipped, and everyone went from directing to attention at Chris to ribbing on everyone else about their game play the night before. It was all light hearted, and humorous. Chris gave me a quick smile as thanks which I returned with a head nod.

"Well the table is set up, and I was thinking we could either spend the day doing a table top game. My votes are for Pathfinder, or Necromunda." Ethan said coming out of a room off to the side. That is where Ethan had a table for table top games from D&D to WH40K. It was a high end one that could be adjusted in size from 4x4 to 10x10. It also had these cool detachable cup holder things with built in dice trays, that clipped onto the side.

"Alright boys I'm heading out for the day!! Try not to burn the house down before I get back!!" Angelicas voice yelled down the stairs. Followed shortly by the faint sound of the door closing.

There was a heated round of voting on what game to play. We ended up with a tie between Pathfinder (a version of D&D, but if I'm being honest 3.5 was the one I always liked most), and a game called Dark Heresy.

We were discussing how to break the tie when Ethan piped up "Brandon is on his way with Donuts, and how about he gets the tie breaking vote." Everyone else began murmuring their ascent to this idea. I smiled ruefully to myself. Mainly because I knew Ethan had given Brandon the money for the Donuts to help ingratiate himself to the group. I disliked Brandon, but remained civil for the friend group. I disliked him for 2 reasons. First was he was loud and obnoxious. Always spouting something out of his mouth if there was a lull more than a second in a conversation. Normally I can tolerate people like that as long as you're not a complete moron spouting inane dribble, some form subtle hate speech about one thing or another, or something making me feel like listening to it had wasted that precious time of my life that I could never get back. Brandon hit the trifecta on that one when he opened his mouth. The second reason was Brandon was a fair weather friend. He'd be our best bud until he met a girl that he was trying to date. Then we were pussies, dorks, and losers to a man. He did ok with the opposite sex. He'd been pretty good at basketball in school, and didn't look to bad. As soon as he was sure he didn't have a shot, or the relationship ended he came back like nothing had happened. No apology or nothing. Every time without fail. I knew one or two others felt the same as me, but for the sake of civility like me they kept it to themselves.

Rather than contest the situation I agreed. I had been planning on using the day to test/refine my control by sanding some of the rougher edges off Ethan's personality. He was a good guy, and I liked him. Just his different life style made it hard to be his friend sometimes. I had been reticent because I wasn't sure if I could undo any changes once done. Now that Brandon was coming though I could work on him, and not have any guilt about it.

Brandon arrived shortly after with a couple dozen donuts for everyone. He was told about the split vote, and picked Pathfinder. As we got the final touches put on the table. I got the familiar vibe of us gaming as a group. It was the vibe of a bunch of medieval knights and or lords. I paid attention to Chris's and Brandon's... lets say avatars. Chris appeared to be a lord wearing simple garb, in a simple chair, and partly in shadow. Brandon appeared as a polar opposite. As a knight wearing highly polished ostentatious armor, in a large ornate chair, and appeared to have light coming thru on him. It was almost a little painful to look at him.

While we were playing I decided to test my powers out a little. One of the first things I tried was to see if I could was read their emotions like I could with Angelica. I could not, and no interest in establishing a link with a guy at this time. Although I didn't rule out that having a male thrall down the road wouldn't be useful or necessary. I then tried to test the link to Angelica to see if I could sense her still. I could feel the link reaching out to her, but not her. Although it did feel like I could tell what direction she was in. I'd have to test that out later.

Having tested both of those out and getting about the results I expected I moved onto other things. My goal was to see if I could give Chris a confidence as well as make Brandon more palatable. My first change was to adjust the lighting in the vibe so it didn't shine so bright on Brandon, but shone a little more on Chris. This had a mixed result. Brandon didn't seem to be making himself the center of attention, but Chris's result as a little interesting. Normally he would suggest plans or ideas for the party. He'd wait to back one suggested with maybe some modifications. He suggested a couple of plans, but you could tell he was immediately embarrassed to have done so.

The second changes were pretty simple. I was going with the look good feel good concept. Brandon's was simple. I just took some of the polish off of his armor. It still looked good, but didn't gleam so much anymore. Brandon once again seemed much more a team player then before. Not talking over people, cutting them off or rudely shooting people down without even hearing the plan. Chris's was a little more complicated. It looked like most of the clothes his avatar was wearing were cloth, linen, canvas, and the like. So I switched them out with finer materials like silk, satin, velvet, and such. The effect was much closer to the desired goal I wanted. He immediately seemed to be sitting up straighter. He looked like he felt a lot more comfortable in his own skin.

I felt the familiar wave with each modification. However, they weren't as bad as previous days. At least individually, but cumulatively they were noticeable. I began thinking of it like endurance training. The more I messed with Vibes the more I could do so, but if I did to much in to short a time then it also became harder. I was curious exactly what limit was, and what would happen if I reached it. Or if I exceeded it. My best guess was I'd lose consciousness for a period of time. It was something I'd knew I'd need to test, but would have to pick the opportunity carefully. Passing out in a crowded room seemed unwise. I also decided I wanted to try a big change to see how that felt, and not a little one. However, given my activity level this morning I decided to wait till after lunch. I also needed to brainstorm what I wanted to do.

The session of Pathfinder was a lot of fun, and it was half past one before we knew it. So we ordered a late lunch of subs/sandwiches delivered to the house. With chips, cookies, and all the sides of course as Ethan paid. He seemed quite pleased that there weren't any issues with Brandon being back for this session, and everyone was getting on so well. Like I said he's a good guy, and just wanted everyone to get along. Sometimes you could tell though the only solution he knew was to basically throw money at the problem.

After lunch we all sat back down at the table to continue our Pathfinder session. I'd decided I'd try one big change on Brandon, and Chris each. I'd see how I felt after the first one, and depending on the result I'd go for the 2nd. I knew what I wanted to do to Brandon, but Chris was a little harder. Then it hit me during a round of combat when we got into an argument about whether my barbarian using a chair counted as an improvised great club or not. I argued it didn't because it was made out of a natural material (wood). Some of the other players argued because it had been worked that made it improvised since the staining/polishing are not natural. Really what it was those players knew that it meant I had a better chance of landing the final blow, and getting any bonuses Ethan as our DM had planned. Ethan decided it was not an improvised weapon based on the rules as he read them, and was actually a little annoyed at the interruption for what was an obvious attempt to take the kill. In the midst of all this I decided modifying Chris's chair would be my big change.