Yawn. I'm tired but I always have trouble falling asleep on a jet. I'm flying in a chartered private Lear Jet with my smoozer, head of security, and the Countess. They met me at the airport at 4am after I dropped off Trixie for an after-hours party and now we are headed towards Vegas for a very large backroom game with some big players. Jessica will be coming later, so the Countess will be the official woman for the first part of game. My smoozer is briefing me on a couple of exclusive parties I'm invited to and the head of security is bringing me an update on a couple of items. My intel section will brief me at my Vegas suite. I actually have a quarter of a floor of a major casino on the strip as my personal apartment (won it from the owner in a special bet).
Of course, the fact that they are all naked and playing with me and each other might also be a reason I'm not sleeping. My head of security is a redhead named Diana who used to be a cop and her story is a fun one.
But that's a story for later.
You want to know what the fuck happened with me and Dr. M. J. Stannoer. The bitch that beat me in a game of poker when I tried to enthrall her and then used me like a sex pet. Well, I guess like wasn't the word. I WAS her pet.
For a while.
I woke up the next morning with a simple "Wake up my pets." I struggled to my feet as I was still shackled and the doc was standing there in a silk bathrobe. She sat down and spread her legs. She smiled and said "Please me pet. Do your best."
I did and she was very happy. I mean eyes glassy and voice dopey happy for a while. She then unbound us and had us clean up and then dress. Then Amy made her breakfast, and I helped her dress. Just stood there going "Yes Milady. You look wonderful Milady. Certainly Milady." Freaken pissed me off.
But there was no helping it. She had me.
After she was dressed and did some official work, she had me go next door and bring Jessica over. I did and then I had to command Jessica to strip down like we did, and then she and Amy gave the doc a wonderful threesome while I had to stand there and beat off. Then she let us go and we flew back to the U with some guidance.
That next two weeks were busy for us. The doc had me in her office every day. It was easy for her to get some time off for me from some classes and she simply fixed a couple of my math classes and gave me a passing credit so I had more free time to practice her system and on the fly modifications.
I can't really explain everything about the system but it is essentially a living system that changes literally every hand of a game. Hard to master, extremely hard. Also hard to catch. But the doc was a tough teacher and she did not take kindly to slacking off.
She put my women to work doing research and scouting games and players. Nina was already a great play-tester and the doc kept her on that. Jessica and Amber did research on games, casinos, and so on. I practiced my ass off. To her credit, the doc was good to her bet and she made me a monster player on any card game, dice game, or wheel game.
The doc did not care one bit about sports, or horses, or dogs. We had some arguments about that as I stated that we needed to be hit the whole thing while the doc's system was only on game gambling. It was the lack of money that convinced her that we needed to play the track, that and the connections to other games. She was a lot bolder than I was at the time, and I had to warn her that cleaning out a game every night was going to get us banned and kill the golden goose, so she had to throttle back after a week.
But damn what a couple of weeks.
We had no sex or fooling around while she worked the system for the first week. We did a 48 hour play test on every type of game we could think of that first weekend. Not even a sexy dress was allowed. The next week she sent me out and I came back loaded.
I cleaned out the backroom at the track to a tune of $87K. I completely broke that asshole that set me up and got all of this shit started. That was fun, but I could tell I pissed off some folks. But everyone has "a really good night" occasionally so they let it slide. But I could tell I would not be coming back if I did that again.
I then hit the underground games, four in all. I cleaned each one out and netting just over $100K and that included a game that had a pretty seedy reputation that I had avoided until then. The doc actually had me escorted by some off duty campus cops on that one (probably a good thing, I was followed back to the frat house).
It was telling the doc that we needed to not be so over the top that I figured out her first weakness. She had no empathy for humans. None. The concept of emotions and being knowledgeable about how humans feel was alien to her. Her world was numbers only and you could understand it pretty quickly once you got to know her.
It took Jessica, Nina, Amber, and me nearly two hours to convince her to not do a repeat performance of our first week. The idea that we could be banned for being too good simply didn't compute with her, and the idea that we needed to actually lose some in order to keep seats at tables really threw her through a loop. But we did finally get through to her that we would be out of options if she didn't listen to us and she finally did.
That actually led to the second weakness I figured out. Well, really it was part of the same thing. How can I put this? The doc honestly didn't think of other humans as "human". They were resources. I think the only other humans that she actually understood as human beings were people like her. Other wicked smart people who could stun a whole room into silence with their brains. Anyone not on that level was beneath her and the idea that she should treat them as real people? Yeah, never crossed her mind. Not once.
And that was a BIG mistake.
I'm not an asshole. I know, I know, I have enthralled dozens of people in my lifetime. I have completely remade some people, like Jessica, Amber, and Nina to name a few. I have turned some people into complete bimbos or morons, or turned some "good" people into very "bad" people. Yeah, I'm not on the short list to sainthood.
But here is the thing. Call it caution or call it empathy, when I change up a person I make sure one of the bets always includes LIKING the change. Enjoying being arm candy, enjoying gambling, enjoying living the high-roller jet set life (honestly, how hard of change is THAT one?), the point is that I rarely leave someone changed, but knowing they have been changed and still having the same damn mindset.
Seriously, why would I do that?
I had found out about my teachers having free will and how they got out from under me. I always made sure that my thralls didn't want to get out from under me. Maybe not fully loyal all the time, but I made sure they never hated me for the change. Even Trixie loves what she is and does and that was a forced changed in a major way that turned someone into something they NEVER wanted to be. Even if I gave her a choice of going back to her old self, she loves the new her so much she doesn't want to.