Vibe Chec

Author's note: I always appreciate any feedback, and read every comment. If anyone is interested in being an editor/proofreading my stories message me through here, or if you know someone who is too. Once again any characters participating in sexual acts are 18 yrs or older. I know I thanked Menoetes for his advice in my last story, but wanted to do so again in this one as well. It really was tremendously helpful. Sorry it took so long for me to finish this story. Life has been a little hectic as of late.

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I was awakened the next morning by the alarm on my phone going off telling me it was time to get ready for work. I was able to turn it off with one hand. Looking down I saw Angelica's head resting on my chest. One of her legs was thrown over my hips so that she was essentially laying on top of me. Her breasts pressed into my chest as a cushion. I could also feel my morning wood. It was standing straight up. It was between her legs, and looking down over her back I could see the tip sticking up between her ass cheeks.

After several seconds of consideration I decided on how I'd wake her up. Using my hands on her hips, and ass as gently & firmly as I could I maneuvered her into position. I also had to move my hips some too. Lifting my head, and shoulders off the bed I was able to get the couple of extra inches in arm reach I needed to make sure I was in the right spot. The right spot being with my dick head at the entrance to her pussy.

Once there I slowly slid into her tight pussy. It was a little harder than normal at first. I started by pulling out as much as I could then slowly working myself back into her. It didn't take long for her body to react. I could feel her nipples stiffen between us. Her pussy got both tighter, and wetter. Soft moans began escaping her lips. Her hips started working in motion with my thrusts. I began to increase my speed. Slowly at first.

After a couple of minutes Angelica's eyes fluttered open. It took maybe 30 seconds for her to realize what was going on. Looking up at me into my eyes "Good morning my Master. Why don't you let your slave finish this for you?" she said with a Cheshire cat's grin. As she spoke she used her hands on my chest to push herself up into a cow girl position.

She then began riding me like it was all that mattered to her. She raised herself to till just the tip of my cock was in her, slam all the way back down, move her hips in a circle, and then repeat. You could tell she wanted it to be slow, but her excitement over took her. She was soon going as fast as she could. I'd placed my hands on her hips with my thumbs near her pussy. When I saw her first orgasm breaking I moved one of my thumbs so that I could rub her clit with it as she rode me.

This kicked her orgasm up to an unexpected level. She slammed down on my cock, rolled forward placing her hands on my chest to stop herself from collapsing, digging her nails into my skin almost to the point of drawing blood, and I could feel her cum soaking my stomach and balls.

During her orgasm I never once stopped stimulating her clit with my thumb or my own thrusting into her. A second orgasm hit her right as the first ended. This time she flung her head back, bowing her body, and had to place her hands on my shins so she didn't fall my cock, the bed, or both. As she threw her head back she screamed "OH MY GOD MASTER!! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM SO MUCH I THINK MY MIND MAY BREAK!! PLEASE FUCK ME LIKE THIS FOREVER MASTER!!"

I obliged her. After her second orgasm she regained enough self control to resume riding my cock. Her need to be fucked over powered all her other thoughts. It was her only purpose at that moment. Given both of our paces it didn't take long before I was ready to burst. I came in her feeling my cum shoot deep inside her. When I did she slammed on me as hard as she could. I could feel her pussy spasming around me like a greedy child trying to get every drop it could from my cock. Her whole body was trembling, and she collapsed forward onto my chest. My cock still inside her. Thankfully her voluptuous tits cushioned her fall, and prevented any damage to either of us. My spent cock stayed inside her until softened enough to pop out on its own.

"As much as I'd love to use my Slave for her purpose all day, and fill you with as much cum as I could, I have to shower for work. You can join me if you'd like Slave, but I know I've used you a lot so if you need to stay in bed to rest I understand." I told her.

Immediately her attitude changed from contented bliss to righteous indignation. She lifted her head to look me in the eyes. "It is a slave's duty to spend every possible second by her Master's side serving him to the best of her abilities. I will join you, Master." She said with determination.

It was the reaction I had expected from such a good and loyal Slave as Angelica. "Alright then. Let us go to the shower Slave. Lead the way." I commanded with a smile.

Angelica rose heading towards the shower. I watched the way her ass swayed as I followed behind her. All sorts of ideas chasing each other around my head as I did. When we got to the shower stall I was surprised to learn it had one of those waterfall shower heads. We stepped into the shower, and Angelica got the water to the perfect temperature. Hot, but not so hot it scalded you.

"Master, please let me wash you? I beg you." Angelica asked with eagerness in her voice, and a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Very well Slave." Was my reply.

She wasted no time soaping me up with her bare hands. Using her hands, and the rest of her body to lather me up. She started at my neck working down my arms, and chest. Using those full lovely tits of hers to rub the soap in not just her hands. It took only a few minutes for my cock to come back to life. Once it had she looked up at me with that mischievous look in her eyes. "I guess I should move onto your lower half now, Master." She said as she lightly stroked my cock.

She then turned around to get more soap. As she did she pressed ass against me. Trapping my cock between her ass cheeks, and my stomach. She also made a show of rubbing her ass up and down my rock hard shaft as she did. I knew what she intended. She clearly thought she'd get to give me another blow job, but I decided to derail those plans.

I waited till her ass was sliding up my shaft. As it neared the tip I slid my hips down and back so the head of my cock was on her pussy. I then grabbed both her arms above the elbows, and thrust my cock all the way into her. It happened so fast she barely had to register what was happening. There was no slow build up this time. I started hard and fast. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. Not like a person, or a partner. I fucked her like she was a thing whose sole purpose was to make me cum. Not just with my hips. I used my grip on her arms to pull her into me with each thrust too.

Soon the sounds of are bodies smacking together as I fucked my Slave drowned out all the other noise. Then she started cumming. She started cumming, and didn't stop. She threw her head back, and began screaming her pleasure. In the confines of the shower stall they echoed back at us so loud no single words could be understood. It was just one cacophonous symphony of pleasure. Despite having just filled her with one of my loads so shortly before it was all so overstimulating I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

Sure enough I felt the familiar tingling in my balls. With one final thrust I buried myself all the way inside of her. Still using her arms to pull her into me as I did. If I'd been capable of any thoughts beyond filling her hot tight pussy with my cum I might have worried about dislocating her arms. Angelica had an orgasm so powerful when I came in her that it almost resulted in serious injury. She her head snapped forward, and her feet came off the floor as she basically curled up into the fetal position with intensity of the orgasm. The only things supporting her were where I had hold of her arms, and my cock pumping a load of cum into her pussy. The only thing that saved us was whatever non-stick substance had been put on the floor.

As I finished cumming I lowered myself to my knees, and Angelica to the floor of the shower. My cock slid out of her causing a tremor to run through her body as it did. Some of my cum started leaking out of her, but you could see her pussy clenching like it was trying to keep it inside her.

I rose and continued my shower. After several minutes she rose to a seated position. Looking up at me she said "I had planned to have your load for breakfast Master, but that was so much better. I swear Master that you shattered my mind for a minute there. I didn't think it was possible to cum so hard. Thank you a thousand times Master." She said it with such sincerity that I couldn't help, but smile at her.

"I know what you were planning Slave. However, I decided to remind you once again I am in charge, and that you exist solely for my pleasure. Continue to serve me as you have though Slave, and you will continue to experience the same." Was my reply.

After that we finished our shower fairly quickly. While I was getting ready to leave Angelica asked "When will we be able to spend time together again Master?"

I thought for a moment before answering "I am off tomorrow, but if things go as I hope I will be breaking in my new... recruit. I think for that, it would be best if it was just me. However, I am off again on Wednesday. If things go well though I think you would be ready to properly welcome our new recruit that day."

She clearly had mixed feelings about it. The only negative emotions though were that she wouldn't be there to help me break Isabela or get to see me. I noted with pleasure though there was no jealousy I could detect. "In that case, Master I hope everything goes well. I look forward to meeting them on Wednesday."

I was able to tell she meant it. "Don't worry Slave. You'll have a task to occupy your time with. I want you to gather intel on Mai. See if she's fit. She's clearly attracted to you. However she'll have to submit to me, and then you. If she has no interest in men sadly it may not be possible for her to join us. If she seems like she'd be a good fit then try to lay the groundwork for a meet up to break her in. You're allowed to meet with her between now, and Wednesday. Under no circumstance though are you to have sex with her. The most you may do is some light touching and kissing. Do you understand Slave?" I instructed her.

Angelica sat silently for a moment clearly trying to think of a loophole. Unable to come up with one after a couple of seconds she replied sounding a little sad "Yes Master. As you wish."

"Sadly my Slave I must now leave for work. Behave, and follow my instructions till I see you again. Alright Slave? We'll message to keep each other updated." I told her.

"Ok Master." she said as she pressed herself into me leaning up for a kiss. I obliged her. Kissing her passionately I grabbed her ass pulling her into me as we did.

I had to break the kiss off. "As much as I would love to use all day again and again I have to leave for work now Slave. I'll see you on Wednesday, my most loyal Slave." I told her.

With that I left for work. I arrived just before the time my shift started. Thankfully it looked like we weren't going to be too busy... until I heard something that made my blood run cold. "Hey, Malcolm since we aren't busy I cut one of the other cashiers. So it'll be you, and the new kid. Plus self checkout I guess." The Lawman told me with a chuckle. He meant well. He really did, which is why I couldn't get mad. However, within almost 10 mins of those fated words I immediately was mobbed by a horde of people who decided to do some late night grocery shopping. My mood started growing fowler by the moment. Like watching a storm build up and knowing when it broke there would be a high risk of either fires from lightning or flash floods from rain.

Fortunately I made it through the rest of my shift without the storm breaking so to speak. I clocked out, and started the journey home. When I arrived my rage had dissipated a little bit, but not very much. Meaning there were little things I normally would have noticed, but missed initially. The first was that my parents car was gone meaning Isabela was most likely the only one home. The second was I didn't feel the link to Isabela reconnect. Blithely unaware of these 2 facts I walked in the front door to my home.

As soon as I entered I was confronted by Isabela. She was wearing a t-shirt short enough it exposed an inch or so of skin above the boxer shorts she was wearing beneath it. "About time you got home. Mom and Dad had to go help Uncle Ricky with his ranch. He apparently got hurt doing something so they went to see how bad it was. Anyways they left without making me dinner, and since you always make food when you get home make me something too." she said imperiously.

Uncle Ricky was Isabela's Uncle. He was a pretty cool dude. He owned a horse ranch with a bunch of land about 5 hours away by car. He had made a pretty diversified business out of it. He did trail rides, breeding, rented out some stalls, owned a couple of race horses, had some training programs, and stuff with at risk youth/handicapped kids. He always joked it was for the tax break, but watching him with those kids it was clear he did it because he liked helping them.

Before I was hit with the vibe of Isabela standing on a platform in front of her throne giving orders to a servant I at least registered that meant it most likely would be just me and Isabela for the next couple of days. Her attitude however, was the thing that made the storm finally break. Prior to my time with Angelica I'd begun to forget how much of a bitch Isabela had been to me given how her alterations had been going. Now though all those feelings came flooding back combined with my pent up rage from the shift I'd just had. I noticed in the vibe Isabela was wearing a dress that the top part appeared to be a corset leaving her shoulders and upper chest exposed. The lower part of the dress was made of some sort of semi transparent gossamer material that stopped mid calf. There were enough layers to obscure her legs that I couldn't see them out right. Just their outline. Her feet wore a pair of elegant heels, and I could see stockings on her legs going up under the dress. On her arms she wore gloves made of the same material that went to her mid upper arm. However, since they were a single layer you could make out her skin beneath them. To top it off she still had on her iron collar with the chain.

I decided to peruse her thoughts before altering the vibe. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not some bitch in heat for him. I'll show him a Bitch though. I'll remind him of his place, and crush him before those feelings can manifest." It was like throwing gasoline on the fire, and only solidified my intentions. I was too angry for a coherent plan. Thinking game on bitch I came out swinging with the intention to put her down so hard, and fast it would be over before she could register what had happened. I altered the vibe so our places were switched to start with. I then made her naked, and on her knees before me. As I did I gave the hardest tug I'd done to date on either her or Angelica on the chain connecting us. The result was immediate. Isabela actually fell to her knees. She tried to keep her face neutral, but her eyes gave her away. You could see both awe, and fear in them. Another thing I noticed was I didn't feel any energy rush out of me like I had before. I felt my anger blunt just a little, but not much. About the same amount an alteration like that would normally have caused. Maybe if I was feeling emotional I could use those emotions as energy for my vibes rather than what I guessed was physical energy? Something to think about for the future.

I decided to read her thoughts again. "Why is this happening? I tried so hard to fight it. I have to fight it. Stand up. STAND UP!!" As she thought it I saw her legs tense like she was going to stand. I immediately intervened. "Why fight it? This is where a stupid little Bitch in heat like me belongs isn't it? People get to stand, and Bitches like me don't right? After all, what does it mean when a Bitch like me gets turned on by someone like him?" I placed those thoughts in her mind. I fully expected to feel like Mike Tyson was punching me in the face. Instead once again it seemed like the anger in me was spent instead.

Her mind then answered the questions. "I do turn into a little Bitch in heat whenever he's around. There's nothing I've been able to do about it. Being on my knees in his presence feels right. Feels natural. After all the point of a Bitch in heat is to get fucked by the one who put her in heat. That's why Bitches go into heat." If I hadn't been so focused and angry at her my jaw would've dropped. I would've never expected Isabela to respond like that to those thoughts. Just goes to prove you think you know someone. I decided to go in for the coup de gras.

If I could spend my anger to alter someone's vibes rather than my energy might as well go big. I took a couple of deep steadying breaths. I didn't want my anger to be like a bonfire burning all in its path. I wanted to turn it into a cutting torch that burned hot and focused enough to cut through the strongest metals like butter. I figured I'd be able to take the opportunity to melt away any and all resistance for good. Angelica had been willing so she didn't need much alteration. It was clear that I'd have to stay on top of Isabela making continuous changes/reinforcements. Which would be taxing, and time consuming. Plus it'd give me some additional knowledge about my boundaries which is a good thing.

I decided I needed to try a deep dive into her. Alter what I'll call her internal vibes, but if you're a fan of the Matrix her internal self image. I figured if I permanently alter that to what I wanted then I'd be golden. With a final breath I focused on the link, and went in. It was a novel sensation. It was like I found myself standing in a large room with a light shining down creating a circle of light. Everything outside the light was a shadowy insubstantial blackness. The only things in the light were Isabela, and myself. The version of Isabela I saw was the one wearing the corset. I noticed here that the collar and chain were not solid. They were opaque, but had an ethereal quality not a corporeal one. The chain went to my hand. As I looked down at myself I realized that I didn't appear as I normally did. I appeared skinnier, and paler. I also was wearing an outfit I wore for doing things like working in the dirt or painting. It was a t-shirt so old the threads were noticeably thin with all sorts of paint and bleach stains. Along with a pair of jeans that looked much the same. It took a moment before comprehension came to me. This was Isabela's mental image of me. It explained a lot about her behavior towards me. This mental picture of me only added fuel to the fire of my anger, but I also realized it meant I'd be able to change not just her mental image of herself. I could also change her mental image of me. With a grin that horror movie directors would pay money for I decided to begin.

First was the chain and collar. I decided the insubstantial quality was owing to Isabela's resistance. So I focused on making it completely solid. It took some concentration, but was a pretty simple thing to do. Next was her image of me. I reasoned that her self image of me was what allowed her to resist. If I changed it so she saw me in a different light then that should make my influence over her easier. At least that was the thought process. However, I couldn't see myself and wished there was a mirror. No sooner had I thought of it then a 3 part one like Angelicas appeared beside us. Stepping in front of it I was able to see my face. My hair was unkempt, and also appeared greasy/unwashed. That made me bristle because of some personal feelings I had. My hair grows in straight until it reaches a certain length then it gets curly. However, that awkward stage when it is between lengths makes me look like Einstein. I worked hard to keep it tamed, and clean though. The only time it had looked greasy like this was one summer Dad had taken me on a backpacking trip for a week with some other members of the family. It still didn't look as bad as Isabela made it look though. I changed the hair first. I cleaned it up, and trimmed it down to a length where it was straight. Next was my appearance. I decided to temporarily make myself naked. Then altered the body to look like my real body. After a moment's thought I gave myself as much muscle definition as I could without making my muscles too much bigger. Think of the ideal swimmer's body. I looked at her to see me as powerful without causing cognitive dissonance when she saw my real body. This seemed like the best idea. Finally the clothes. I decided to go for it. I went with a suit. Like a classic Rat Pack suit. One that exuded confidence without being too flashy.