My Awakening

My Awakening

 

Part 5

 

As I approached my car, I saw Susan in the driver's seat. She was crying softly. I was proud of conquering her, a feeling I had never expected. I could see a black haired girl in the back. It was the goth girl. She was shaking her head slowly. I could now make out her pants near the back door of my car. Surprisingly, nobody else was around. I guess nobody noticed the pants or that there was the brunette, Megan, eating out the gothic chick while fingering her own ass. I guess Megan has gotten good at that, as the gothic chick looked like she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

I had the tall one sit in the front, and the blond sit in the back, her on my left, me in the center, the gothic chick with Megan between her legs taking most of the right. I paused time and implanted suggestions so that none of them would think anything odd about anything going on during the car drive, except for Susan, who I wanted, for some reason, to be wholly aware of the odd things happening. I told her to drive to my place. She knows where I live, but not because she's ever been there. She simply drives by every once in a while, and which house was mine has come up in our conversations at work.

As much fun as I was having with Megan, I decided she had done enough work for tonight, "Megan, stop eating out this goth, and sit where your friend is to my left, she will trade you spots."

I stopped time long enough to tell the blond to eat out the gothic chick until we got to my place. She would be unable to stop even to speak until the car stopped in my garage, at which time she will get out of the car silently and completely forget about what she had done while in the car, and not care that she'd forgot. I also gave directions to various rooms in my house, and told each girl to go to a particular room and go to sleep when we got there. They would sleep until I woke them up. I also added to the goth that she would ignore anything I did to her. I started time.

As Megan got up to sit down where the blond was, the blond was forced to crawl over me to get to the goth. They eventually got to their traded positions, though. The blond's ass was pointing towards the middle of the car, though, so I pulled her skirt down to her knees, revealing her pert, shapely rear. I turned to Megan, "Simon says, slap the blond's ass, switching cheeks, hard enough to leave a mark each time, until we stop in my garage."

I watched the brunette slap the blond's ass, the blond groaning into the goth's snatch each time, for a good couple minutes. Then I looked at the goth. She was completely shaved. She had joined the conversation between the brunette and the tall one. Apparently, they know each other from some class or another, and simply never talked until now. I stopped paying attention, and pulled the goth's shirt up. I imagined her lifting her arms, which she did, and I slid it up over her head and off. She was wearing a black bra. What is it with these people? Black's cool and all, but did she expect people to look at her bra? Anyway, I removed that, and I threw both it and her shirt out the window. She won't need clothes any more, anyway.

That's when I realized I really let this power go to my head. What if I woke up and it was gone? What if it stopped in a couple minutes? Well, I decided, I'd be in trouble either way, so I may as well live it up. Every time the brunette slapped the blond's ass, I slapped the goth's breasts, alternating with the brunette's alternating. They bounced and jiggled each time. They were already very pale, so it didn't take much for them to begin turning red. She gasped or groaned each time I slapped one. I made a game out of it. I would slap them from a different angle, and on a different part, to see if I could get them nice and pinkish red all the way around, stopping at where her tits met up with the rest of her torso.

The drive went by rather quickly, maybe because I had found a way to distract myself. I managed to get her tits how I wanted, though the color wasn't very even, but was blotchy. We were nearing the top of my drive-way, passing by a police cruiser, so I reached to the front seat and pushed the button on my remote garage door opener. The right side garage door opened, and Susan pulled in. When she shut off the car, the girls rearrange themselves and got our of the car. They walked to the door into the house that was a couple feet from the right side of the car, and I let them into my house. After they got inside, I shut the door behind them, and walked around the car.

In the center of the left side of the garage was the police woman. She was kneeling with her legs spread wide. Her arms were also spread wide, hands on top of her head. She was completely nude, and just looking at me.

"Why are you here, slave?"

"You... you commanded it, and I was compelled, Master. May I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why are you my Master? I mean, I know you're my master, I'm not questioning that, but I've never met you before today.." as she talked, I walked over to in front of her, and kneeled down to look her in the eye, "so how did this happen? I've never been a... a... submissive woman, before, but this is just.... well... this is simply the way it is, and I was wondering if you would be able to clear up my confusion over this."

"Well," I said, as I began to play with her pussy as she simply looked at me, "I am a certain kind of person. Sometimes people see that. You saw that. You truly wish to be dominated by me. You are nothing except in serving me. I'm the kind of guy who makes people realize their role in life. Your role is as a servant, and you didn't know that until you met me. Since I'm a nice guy, I allowed you to serve specifically me. You are my slave, now."

"Thank you for letting me serve you, master."

"Your welcome."

She began turning flush, and moving her mound as I rubbed.

"Why are you so quite, slave? Do you not enjoy this?"

She looked apologetic, avoiding my eyes, and said, "No, I do enjoy this, Master."

"Then why are you so quite? From now on, when I'm stimulating your private parts, you will be loud. You will ask for more, and elaborate, being as crude as you can think to be. Also,  you will call your pussy nothing aside 'cunt', your ass nothing but 'ass', and your breasts nothing but 'tits', from now on. You will never stop me from doing anything to you."

"Master, please keep fingering my cunt!I love when you rub my cunt like that! Oh, please, PLEASE, keep rubbing!..." She continued like that the whole time I was massaging her snatch. Then I realized what my exact words were for that last command, so I tested something. I slapped her pussy hard enough to leave a hand print, and watched her. Her face scrunched up like she was in pain, but she cried out, "Yes, Master, slap my cunt again!"

"Haha," I stopped playing with her and sat back on my foot, kneeling, "Good, slave. Tell me about your night after you left my car."

"Well, Master, at first it was all I could think about. What had happened, I mean. It all felt so natural. No, supernatural. I even considered masturbating when I got in the shower at the station, but immediately realized how unlike me that was, and tried to push it out of my head until I got here. I didn't pull anyone else over, but nobody was doing anything severe enough to worry about, anyway. When I was about to leave the station for here, though, one of my friends walked out at the same time I did. He asked me how my night went, and... and I... well, I told him. He though I was joking at first, but I insisted it was true. He told me not to tell anyone else, or I could get in serious trouble, but his advice was only that, not an order from my master."

She seemed kind of proud when she said that last sentence, but also kind of sad. I said to her, "Well, now that you're here and I'm certain you know your role, I'll allow you to not tell anyone about that, but you will move out of where you live now, and bring... wait, do you own a home, or what?"

"I live in an apartment, Master."

"Okay, you will move out of your apartment, and I will give you quarters here. You will be able to move your things into the basement, which will be your living space. If anyone asks you anything about it, tell them that you're moving in with your master. You do not have to give them any details about our relationship if you don't want to, but you will refer to me as only 'Master'. You can elaborate on what you choose if they ask questions, though."

"Yes, Master. Do you have room for a cat?"

"Hrm... I'll allow you to keep your cat, but it must never go to the second floor. If it does, you're the one who will be punished."

"Yes, Master, that's only fair. Can I ask you another question?"

"Shoot."

"It's a little cold in here, Master. Could we go inside, or something?"

"Hrm... Tell you what, I'm going to make you earn entrance into your Master's home."

"Yes, Master, anything for you."

"I'm going to give you a choice. You must make the choice in under one minute. If you do not, you will be forced to do both. Slave, You must either slap your tits as hard as you can for ten minutes, or get fucked in the ass for ten minutes. The minute starts now."

She looked at me for a moment. She seemed a bit scared, "Master, why must I be hurt?"

"You're my slave, and these are the options I gave you. If I wanted you to know my reasons for them, I'd tell you. If you question me in that manner ever again, I will hurt you more than I would have otherwise."

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry.", she said, as she seemed to get a bit more scared and worried.

"Choose, slave, your time is lapsing."

"Master, I absolutely hate anal sex, so... I guess I'll slap my tits.", She looked at me, worried, waiting for the command.

"Slave... slap your tits as hard as you can for ten minutes. The clock's over there on the wall, time yourself."

She moved her hands from her head, and began slapping her tits, one at a time, with each hand. She could muster some force, it looked. Her tits bounced hard with each slap, and she was crying in under half a minute. Her tits were already getting pretty red. I walked around her and looked at her ass closely. It was bruised from earlier, but not very badly. There were simply some yellowish green patches. I got low to avoid getting in the way of her arms, and spread her ass-cheeks apart. Her asshole didn't look harmed at all. I walked back around to her other side, and leaned against my car as I watched. Her tits were getting a very bright red.

They began to get splotches on them when I decided to test something. I walk up to her and kneeled, again. I slapped her pussy.

*Sniff* "Yes, Master!" she screeched between her tears, "Again!" I did it again, and she said something about how she loved getting her cunt slapped, even though it was obvious from her face that, while she was already crying with a face screwed up in pain, it hurt. I slapped her cunt quickly and repeatedly for about twenty slaps, which was probably about 15 seconds, and she kept telling me how much she loved it and wanted more. Each slap she would reflexively move away and up. Though, due to her orders, she would get right back in place. I got back up and leaned against my car again.

A couple minutes later, she stopped, and put her hands back on top of her head. I was hard, again. Even though I was sore from all I've done already, I was hard. She was crying rivers, with giant red and purple tits, and all I could think about was how I was going to fuck her. I waited for her crying to stop. She looked at me, waiting.

"Slave?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Do you want to get fucked?"

"No, Master. I just want to get inside." She looked a bit worried.

"Because you slapped your tits like that, I will fuck your pussy instead of your ass."

"Yes, Master."

"You may exit that position." She stood up and looked around. "Slave, sit on my car's hood."

She walked past me and sat on the hood of my car, legs together, hands to her sides for balance.

"Slave, scoot forward until your ass is only half on the hood, and lean back onto your elbows. Spread your legs as wide as you can while maintaining the position of your ass."

She did as I said, and I took off my pants and underwear. I walked up to between her legs, and pressed my dick against her snatch. She was dry, and I couldn't get in. I imagined her getting wet, and stood looking at her tits for a moment afterward. They looked very tender. I imagined they'd be two lumps of bruise by the time I woke up in the morning.

I tried to press my dick against her slit, again, and I popped right in. She was exceptionally wet. Soon after, she began screaming about how she loved my dick in her cunt, and that she wanted more of it, harder, deeper. I started fucking the hell out of her, as she simply continued yelling about how much she loved it and wanted it to continue.

It took me a while, but I got close to orgasm. I asked her, "Slave, did you enjoy swallowing my cum earlier?"

"No, Master! Pound my cunt harder with your dick! But I did everything I could to swallow it all anyway...". She continued the way I told her to, like that.

"Get on your knees and suck my dick, slave." I pulled out of her and she slid off my car onto her knees. She took my dick into her mouth like before, and she retained the skills I gave her. I came down her throat, and she held my dick deep when I did. She tongued it for a while, then pulled away and looked up at me.

"Master, may we go inside, now?"

"Sure.", I said to her. I put my pants back on and led her inside.

My house is a bi-level one, and the door from the garage went into the bottom floor. The stairs to the basement were about seven feet to the left as we walked in. I pointed to it, and said that's where she'd be living.

"Master, am I to go to bed now? I have to be to the station by noon."

"Yes, I'll take you down to prepare your room."

My basement was about twenty by thirty feet, and it had the clothes washer and dryer, some laundry hampers near them, and a spare couch in the center with a television in an entertainment center across from it against the wall. There was a pool table behind the couch, the Que sticks on the left and nearest wall. I kept the TV hooked up to the cable, as my friends and I sometimes came down here to play pool. When my mother moved out, she took most of her things, so that was all that remained. I tossed a pillow onto the pool table.

"You will sleep on the pool table, spread eagle."

"Of course, Master, but my boss would like us all to be very fresh tomorrow. I think you should know that, in case you would reconsider given that knowledge." she said, as she began climbing onto the pool table.

"It is good that you told me that. You may use a blanket."

"Thank you, Master."

I went through my hampers to find a clean blanket. After a couple minutes, I found a clean comforter, and threw it over her body, but not her head. She lay spread eagle, watching me. I turned the light off as I left the basement.

I got to the initial room we entered, and was sorry for having a mortal penis. It was very raw, as I could feel it rub against my boxers. I began wishing it would heal by morning. Right then, it stopped hurting. Just to be sure, I pulled down my pants and boxers, and looked at it. It was in perfect condition! It even looked a bit bigger. I was ecstatic, and decided to go to my room.

My room was on the top floor, and to the left of the bathroom door, which was right in front of you as you get to the top of the stairs. I got into my room, and the goth girl was sleeping cuddled up with the tall one, both of them nude, just as I commanded earlier. I stopped time.

"Girls, you will remain unconscious regardless what I do to you, or make you do, but you will do everything I tell you to. Your eyes will remain closed the whole time. Now, each of you roll over and spread out your arms and legs." The girls did just that, their near arms and legs overlapping, slowly, as if rolling over in their sleep. "Now, goth bitch, pinch your nipples, and pull them away from you to stretch out your tits. Tall girl... finger both of you and play with your clits."

The goth girl grabbed her nipples and pulled them up towards the ceiling without hesitation or remorse, even if she did do it slowly. Her tits were like cones, and it was obvious she was in pain from the grimace on her face, as though having a bad dream. The other girl began playing with each of their snatches as ordered. I watched for a couple minutes, then the goth had an orgasm. It was weird watching a sleeping girl orgasm, as she didn't really react to it except to smile and move her hips slightly as she moaned.

"Goth, lean your head back, and open your mouth as wide as you can. Tall girl, you stop what you're doing, and eat out the goth bitch. By the way, your name is now 'Slut'."

As the tall one slowly got between the goth girl's legs and began to eat her out, the goth leaned her head back and opened her mouth, as ordered. Slut was on her knees leaning down into the goth's snatch, eating away. She was using her hands to hold the goth's pussy lips out of the way. I had a great view of her ass, as it rested on her heels while she worked. I was hard again.

"Slut, get one of your hands' really juicy with the gothic bitch's pussy juices."

I walked around the scene, disrobing. When I was nude, I walked on the bed, over to above the goth chick, and kneeled down above her head, "Goth bitch, you will do your damnedest to accept my cock down your throat." I told her, as I shoved my dick down her throat. She did a wonderful job accepting it, and I began to throat fuck her. Her throat was nice and tight, and she was making slight noises that amplified the feeling. I could tell it was hard for her to breath. I shoved my dick deep down her throat and kept it there. I could feel her resisting the urge to choke my dick out of her mouth. There's only so much a mind can do against the baser needs of the body, though, and she began to choke, but she did not move a muscle to get out of the way. I pulled out, and watched her chest heave, as she held her tits like cones, still. My chest was right above her tits. After her coughing fit I shoved my dick back down her throat and kept it there. I said to her, "Bitch, you will wake up, but you will continue doing everything I say and you will be unable to move unless told to. You will also be unable to speak or resist anything done to you."

I waited until she was choking again, and I pulled out and looked at her face. She was still pulling on her tits, holding her head back and mouth open, not moving at all. However, her eyes were open. She was looking at me, and tears were flowing around her head and onto the bed. My dick was nice and wet with her saliva and throat mucus. I got up, and she followed me with her eyes until I was out of sight.

As I walked around the bed, to the foot where Slut's ass was sticking out, I said, "Slut, using the hand with all that juice on it, finger the bitch's asshole with your index and middle fingers. Do it hard and fast." I heard the goth bitch sigh a little, as I positioned my dick at Slut's asshole. I pushed in slowly. I could tell her ass was a virgin one. It was tight, and I was having a hard time getting it in, even though I was so hard. She made some noises into the bitch's cunt as I pushed deeper. After about a full minute, I was in to the hilt. I moved out slowly, only about an inch, then I pushed slowly back in. Her ass had such a grip on my dick, I had never felt such a great ass. I continued with that, out slowly, in slowly, going a bit further out each time. After about five minutes of it, I thought I was getting close, so I slid it all the way in and let it rest there.

"Bitch, pull your tits harder. Slut, add a finger to her ass." I heard the goth chick groan, but then she was silent. I moved around just enough to stay hard while I spanked Slut a bit. I reached over Slut, and could barely reach the goth bitch's tits. I slapped them lightly for a while, just to get them a little pink. That took about another five minutes. I began to slam in and out of Slut, and I could hear her whimper into the gothic cunt. I got it deep and rested for a bit again. I moved so that I'd stay hard, but mostly just watched.

As I watched, I heard the goth bitch start to moan a bit. She was having another orgasm! That gave me an idea. I said, "Slut, whenever I say 'fuck', you will have an orgasm." I pulled slowly out of her ass, and slammed back in, yelling, "Fuck!". Her ass tightened on my dick, and her whole body was quivering slightly. That faded away in about twenty seconds. I did it again, with the same results. For uncounted minutes, I just kept slamming my dick up her ass and shouting 'fuck' to make her orgasm. Every time, her orgasm lasted longer, and she moaned louder into the cunt she was servicing. It got to the point her orgasms were lasting over a minute each, and juice was simply dripping onto my bed from her snatch, creating a puddle.

I stopped, and slowly fucked her ass. I was so ready to come, that any more of that would do it. In fact, if I didn't cum soon, I'd probably have gotten blue balls. I just kept myself on edge, using her ass. Then the goth girl had another orgasm. I pulled out of Slut's ass and walked around to sit on the head of the bed, and looked at the goth girl. Until she noticed me, her eyes made it seem like she was really into what was happening. Then, when she saw me, she looked angry and worried.

I said to her, "You must be kinky, huh? Well, as much as you like what she's doing, did you know I was just fucking her ass?" Her eyes got even more angry and worried as I positioned myself like earlier, above her, with my dick right in front of her face. I pushed it down to be right on her nose, then shoved it down her throat. As before, she was avoiding choking on it. I pulled out enough for her to breath, then fucked her throat roughly.

"Slut, bite this bitch's clit!" I watched as Slut moved her head above the snatch, used her free hand to open it wide, then bared her teeth and dove down onto it. She was biting the clit hard, too. "Keep biting, just be sure not to damage it to the point it won't heal back fine. In fact, chew a bit!" The bitch was gurgling on my dick.

"Goth bitch, you press your tits down towards yourself, then use all your might pulling the nipples back up. Repeat that until I tell you to stop." She began doing just that, and I fucked her throat as hard as I could. "Bitch, when you're done having your next orgasm, lay down as you were before I came in and sleep." I came down the bitch's throat. I came what seemed buckets. She choked, but I kept coming. By the time I pulled out, she was getting a blue hue to her face, and she was gasping for air.

"Slut, fuck. Goth girl, stop doing that to your tits and put your arms to your sides. You my rest your head and mouth." Slut came for a minute or so, then curled up next to the goth bitch and lied there. The goth stopped pounding her breasts and stared at me, horrified. She choked a couple times and just stared at me.

"You are my slave. You will forever do anything and everything I tell you to do, no matter what. Sleep, and act as I just said from now on, remembering what happened here when you wake up." She immediately went to sleep, and I lay down next to her. I thought about some things, but didn't have any particularly lucid thoughts before falling asleep.

 

End Part 5