The next morning I woke up with a slight headache.
Did last night really happen?
I wondered. Was everything that occurred last night a simple dream? It couldn't have been real right? After washing up, I checked my cell. And there it was, the phone number for Amanda Numen. So it wasn't a dream after all. I felt like I had to confirm it. I had to call her to make sure.
I dialed her number and the cell began to ring. On the third ring, she picked up. "Hello, who is this?" she answered. She sounded groggy and tired as if she was still asleep and the call had woken her up.
"Hi. It's me." I didn't give her my name last night and I wasn't about to now. If what happened last night really did happen, she should be able to recognize my voice. And if it didn't really happen, then she wouldn't be able identify me to anyone.
"Oh hi Master. What's up?" There it was. She replied exactly as I had hoped she would. "Do you have something for me to do?" She sounded eager to please me. Excellent.
"Are you alone right now?
"Yup. I got a single room in my dorm so it's just me." So she was in college and living in a dorm, which meant that she wasn't with her family. That would make things much easier.
"Good good ... Tell me, do you have any plans for today?"
"Well ... it's a Saturday so I was planning on going shopping and barhopping with my friends in the evening but that's it."
"Huh, alright. Come to the intersection where you hit me last night in half an hour, alone. I'll meet you there."
"Yes, Master," she answered and I hung up.
Oh I couldn't wait. There were so many things I wanted to try out on her. Most of which were perverted in nature and things I had wanted to try with my previous girlfriends but they never consented. Now that I thought about it, that might've been one of the reason we had always broken up. Well, no matter. I had Amanda to try out these on now. I cackled to myself in glee. It was a good thing I was off from work today.
My next step was to test out this shock-thing or whatever it was on someone else. Someone close to me. Someone that I was intimately familiar with so that I could make sure no one noticed anything was strange. The fact that my first subject was Amanda, a complete stranger, meant that I had to be careful how I used her and her time. So I needed another subject that I was more familiar with.
Living nearby was my little sister. She had just turned eighteen over Thanksgiving break and was now a freshman attending college, perhaps the same one as Amanda. She was born when I first began elementary school. And shortly after, about two or three years later, our parents divorced and she left our household with my mother while I stayed with my father. Ever since then, we've been estranged, rarely seeing each other except during Christmas and New Years. As year after year passed, she grew more and more beautiful every time I saw her. The last time, she had grown into a young woman, petite, almost a head shorter than me, with a small chest. But her face was adorably cute, large eyes, small nub of a nose, and soft lips. All in all, she was what I had always wanted in a girlfriend. And indeed all the ones that I've had were in some ways quite similar to her.
What I was planning on doing to her, I knew it was wrong. She was my little sister after all, but I couldn't help myself.
If this thing worked like it did on Amanda, I was going to be very happy. The thought of my litte sister obeying my every whim, her soft lips wrapped around my cock and swallowing every drop as I cummed in her mouth. Holy crap. My dick was starting to hurt. I've got to stop having these daydreams.
Time to put my plan into action. But the question was how would I get my sister to come over to my apartment. The last time I had seen her was at the family gathering during Christmas so it's been over four months now since I had last spoken to her. Like I said, we weren't close so there had been no reason to maintain in contact. Now I had to figure out a reason to have her come over. Perhaps, I could use Amanda in some way to lure her here. Ah I know. First I'll have to get Amanda to my apartment and then I'll call my sister over.
I put on a jacket, got my cellphone, keys, and wallet and set out. The idea was to get there ahead of Amanda and hide to ensure that she didn't bring anyone else with her. I wasn't quite sure what I'd do if she did bring someone along but I figured I'll get to that when it happens.
I arrived at the intersection within minutes of leaving my apartment since it was only a block away. There was no place to effectively hide myself from oncoming traffic so I had to make do with the doorway of another apartment building. Hiding in the shadow,
like a creepy stalker
, I noted to myself, I waited for Amanda's Hummer to show up. Minutes pass and I continued waiting checking the time on my cell every once in a while. Eventually, after about twenty minutes, the distinctive yellow Hummer finally showed up.
Right on time.
Before running up to greet her, I looked to make sure that she was indeed alone and that she wasn't being followed. Assured of the situation, I extracted myself from the doorway and headed to her Hummer parked on the side of the street.
Upon seeing me approach, Amanda rolled down the window waved to me. "Hey Master, how's it going?" she cheerily yelled out to me. I grimaced in response and rushed to her side.
"Dammit, Amanda. Don't do that. From now on, when there's other people around, don't ever call me Master in front of them. In fact, don't ever mention me to anyone that you know. If anyone asks about me, tell them ... uhhhh ..." Crap, I hadn't thought that far yet. "Just tell them I'm in one of your classes and we're doing a study session or something."
"O-kay, but what do I call you in front of other people if I can't call you Master?" Dammit, that's a good question. I still didn't know if I trusted the situation enough to give her my real name, but maybe just a first name wouldn't hurt.
"Fine, you can call me John when there's other people around but stick to Master when we're alone, okay?"
"Sure thing."
"Anyways, open the door so I can get in." The doors to the Hummer unlocked and I pulled myself in, literally since the car was over a foot off the ground. The inside of the massive SUV was spacious, trimmed with leather, and very comfortable. As was expected from such a costly vehicle. It made me aware of the enormous difference in our financial situations ... not to mention just how easy it was to follow a yellow Hummer. Well, there was nothing to be done about that. I could always take my old Honda Civic but its patchwork paint job made it just as easy to track. "Alright, turn left into the apartment complex over there and park."
