Mind’s Vault – Chapter 3


Author’s Note – This chapter takes place from the point of view of Jennifer

I winced and half-closed my eyes as a pain shot through my head, starting behind my eyelids and ending somewhere in the back of my skull, where it say for several long seconds while I hoped it would fade.  It didn’t.  I spent a moment trying to figure out the source the pain, but it wasn’t coming to me easily.  It seemed a little too low-level and constant to be a real headache, but maybe it was just stress.

Turning, I looked into the rear-view mirror, trying to catch sight of myself.  I hoped I didn’t look as bad as I felt.  I really wanted things to go well.  They needed to go well.

My thoughts moved like molasses, and it was hard to keep any one thought for long.  I narrowed my eyes, trying to focus on what I was here for.  I was here for a reason, and I tried to run the events of the morning through my mind.

I was currently parked in front of my grandfather’s house, having driven out to say hello once more to the new owner, Greg.  I remembered waking up this morning, and deciding that I really should talk to him, and check in and see how he was doing.

I’d met him on Friday, and he seemed really nice.  At first, I’d just thought he was a friendly guy, but over the weekend, he’d been taking up more and more of my thoughts, and I knew I had to meet him and convince him not to sell the house, as he’d been thinking about doing last Friday.  That was what was so important.  I had to stop Greg from selling the house.

The pain in my head started to subside as the thoughts in my head fell into place, and I breathed a sigh of relief at that small mercy.  Without the distraction, I could focus on what I’d come here to do.  Looking down at myself, I double checked the outfit that I’d picked for this occasion.  I’d never seduced a guy before, but I was confident that I’d be able to do it.  I had to do it.  I couldn’t let Greg leave and never come back.

The shirt I was wearing was just on the tight side of comfortable, and highlighted my chest nicely.  I could feel the material stretching every time I drew in a breath.  It clung to my body, and with how many buttons I had open, I was sure that Greg would get the message about what I wanted.  I’d paired it with the tightest pencil skirt I could find, and a pair of three inch heels that also left no discussion around my goals.

If there were any doubts, the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear would dispel them.

Even I had to admit that I looked hot, and normally I didn’t really consider my appearance to be one of my strongest attributes.  Still, every girl had a couple outfits in her closet that could turn heads, I just didn’t wear them very much.

Looking up in the mirror, I decided that I was missing something.  My lips were their normal, naked pink color, and if I was going to convince Greg to fuck me, I needed something more.

I stopped at that thought.  Those weren’t the words that I normally used to describe having sex with somebody.  The word felt strange, and foreign in my mind, but when I thought about Greg, it was the only word that I could hold onto.

“I want Greg to fuck me.”  I said the words aloud, letting them hang in the air, trying them on for size.  As soon as I said them, a shiver ran down my spine, ending between my legs, and I knew that was what I wanted.  I didn’t want him to sleep with me, or spend the night, or even just to make out with me.

“I want Greg to fuck me.  I want to fuck him.  I need to fuck him.”  With each statement, the idea become more solid in my head, and I knew that was my goal for the day.  I had to fuck Greg, no matter what.  He’d been in my head all weekend, and I had to fuck him, so that he’d stay and wouldn’t sell the house and walk out of my life forever.

I tried for a moment to remember when I’d heard him say that he was thinking about selling the house.  Had it been him, or his horrible girlfriend, Christine?  My head gave a small throb.  I couldn’t quite remember, but I knew that was what I was here to stop.  I had to stop that at all costs, I’d do anything to stop him from selling the house.

The pain in my head subsided as I realized it didn’t matter who’d said what, I had to stop Greg from selling the house.  I had to convince him to fuck me, so that he wouldn’t sell the house.

I hadn’t been able to get him out of my head all weekend.  I’d met him on Friday, and spent the rest of the day thinking about him.  I’d been distracted during class, and during dinner with Monica, my roommate.  Saturday was consumed thinking of him, and wondering what he’d like, or dislike, and wondering what he’d find pleasing.  I’d turned down going out with my friends to debate with myself about what I wanted to do.

Last night, before I’d gone to bed, I fingered myself to orgasm, twice.  The whole time, I’d been thinking about Greg.  I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him between my legs.  I needed to know.

I needed Greg to fuck me.  I’d walk into the house, let him know what I wanted, offer to do whatever he wanted, and then let him fuck me.

Looking up at the mirror, I saw my pale naked lips, and knew I needed to fix that.  An outfit like this needed some sexy lipstick, and I cursed myself for not carrying some with me on a normal basis.  Usually, the best I had was a little lip gloss, since normally I didn’t apply color to my lips.

That was when I spotted it, sitting on the passenger seat beside me.  It was small, and round, and I could recognize it almost instantly.  I picked up the tube of lipstick, popped the cap, and twisted.  It was the perfect shade of red for what I needed.  I had to put it on, immediately.  I pressed the tacky stick to my lips and let out a sigh of relief.

Now, my outfit was perfect.  It showed off my body.  It showed off my intentions.  There was no way that Greg wouldn’t want to fuck me if I looked like this.

I’d put in some effort to look good for my last boyfriend, Theo, but he’d never really appreciated it.  Not like how Greg would appreciate it.  Theo was ok, but things hadn’t really worked out.  He was nice enough, but he was a bit clingy, and I didn’t really have time for a boyfriend back when I was first getting into college.  I’d broken it off before things could get too out of hand.

It had been about two years since I’d broken up with Theo, and I hadn’t realized how lonely I was until I met Greg two days ago.  Now, he was all I could think about, and I needed to know how he’d feel between my legs.

My head was completely clear as I opened the door and stepped out of my small car and onto the gravel driveway.  I closed the door, before gingerly making my way up the driveway.  I was unsteady in my heels, not wearing them often, but I got more confident as I walked, realizing it wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined.

I straightened my shirt one last time as I walked up to the front door, and leaned over and rang the doorbell.  I could just walk in, but this was Greg’s house now, and I wasn’t the type of person to just walk in uninvited.  That would be rude, and I didn’t want to make a bad impression with Greg.

It was very important that he have a good impression of me, if I was going to fuck him.  I need him to like me.  I’d do anything he asked, so that he’d like me, and fuck me.

Greg came to the door a minute later, and I gave him my best winning smile, making a point to take a deep breath to swell up my chest and draw attention to my girls.  I knew the top I was wearing would do most of the work for me.  I had to fight against the sudden urge to just drop down in front of him and beg him to stay.

I had to play it cool, or he’d just think I was some loser, and then he wouldn’t want to fuck me at all.

“Hey Greg.  I was just in the area and decided I would stop by and see how things are going.  I’m hoping you’re liking the place.”

“Oh, yeah,” he replied, “the place is nice.”

“That’s good.”  He seemed a bit distracted.  I needed him to be more focused.  “Is this a bad time?  Could I come in for a bit so we can talk?”

“Oh, sure.”  He smiled at me as he stepped back from the door, letting me into the house, and I felt a little flutter in my insides.  The way he was looking at me let me know that I was having at least some of the desired effect on him.

I stepped into the foyer, and he closed the door behind me.  I did a quick once over of the house, and was surprised to find that most everything was exactly as I remembered it.  Mentally, I kicked myself, of course Greg wouldn’t have redecorated the place in just one weekend, even if he was going to sell the place.

He couldn’t sell the place.  I had to make sure of that.

“Where’s Christine?”  I asked, looking around.  If his girlfriend was here, it would make fucking him a lot harder.  She seemed like the jealous type, and probably wouldn’t let me do what I was here to do.

“She’s out.”  He replied, simply.  For a moment, I thought I caught his eyes flicker up, as if he was looking up at the master bedroom, but a moment later his gaze returned to me.  I took another deep breath, and saw his gaze go a little lower, and smiled to myself.  I had his attention.

“That’s good.”  I said, taking a step to stand right next to him before shifting my hips so that most of my weight was on one leg.  I reached up and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I know it might not be my place, but she didn’t seem very nice.  What’s the story there?”

Greg laughed in response to my comment.

“Oh, Chrissy’s just a handful.  I know how to handle her, though.  I think this weekend’s been good for her, it’s helped her blow off a lot of steam.”

I smiled, encouraged by that statement.  If he was having a good time in the house, that would mean he’d be less likely to sell it.

He turned, and walked into the house, heading into the living room, and I scrambled to follow after him, making sure to keep my steps measured.  He sat in one of the chairs, and I moved to stand next to the couch.  Before sitting, I made a point of ‘examining’ the cushion, bending over slightly while keeping my knees locked, giving him a good view of my ass in the process.

I let him enjoy the view for several long seconds, wiggling my hips slightly as I continued to pick at imaginary dirt on the cushion, before I turned and sat down.  From the look on his face, I knew that the show had also been appreciated.

It felt kind of strange to be acting this way, but I found it was better to just relax and come naturally.  Maybe I just had some sort of buried feminine charm that I’d never really tapped into before, but showcasing myself came easy once I stopped thinking about it.  With luck, I’d have Greg between my legs in no time.

A quiver ran up my legs at the thought, and I drew a sharp breath.  I knew that if I felt between my legs, there’d be moisture.

“So Jenny, we only got to talk a little when we first met.  Tell me a little about yourself?”

I fumbled for what to say.  It was weird to just be asked to talk about myself.  There wasn’t a whole lot to say, honestly. I was pretty boring.

“Uh, well, I take classes up at the college.  I don’t live on campus though.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.  I share a townhouse with a couple other girls.  There’s Monica, she’s sweet, but a bit of a bookworm, and pushes herself too hard, and Teresa, who’s the party girl of the house.”

“Really, I thought you were the party girl.”

I blinked at Greg, thinking for a moment that he might be serious, but I could tell from his expression that he wasn’t.  Then I realized that meant he probably thought of me just as some innocent girl who didn’t know how to cut loose and have fun.  I needed to make sure he knew that fucking me would be a good time.

“I know how to cut loose when I want to.”  I reached behind my head and tried to flick my ponytail over my shoulder, suggestively, while giving him my best sultry look.

“Oh, well that’s good.”  He didn’t sound very convinced.

“I just have a work hard play hard mentality, that’s all.  Teresa and I go out all the time and flirt.  We’re like wing girls.”  I winced as the words escaped my lips.  That sounded dorkier than I’d intended.

“Oh really, tell me about what it’s like being a wing girl?”

Shit.  He was focusing on my lie.  My mind scrambled as I tried to come up with details.

“Well, you know, you find a cute guy, and you feed him a story about how your friend just got dumped, so he needs to be supportive.  That makes him think she’s vulnerable and looking for a good time.”

Greg’s expression implied he still wasn’t believing me, so I felt I needed to explain further.

“These days,” I continued, “guys are too worried that the girl is going to be all macho independent on him.”  As I spoke, the idea kept forming in my head, and I decided to roll with it.  It made sense, a lot of guys didn’t like independent women, since they could spell trouble.  “They’re worried that if they just talk to a girl, she’ll jump on him and bitch him out.”

“And what about you, Jenny? Do you jump on a guy for being nice to you?”

“What, no, of course not!”  I shook my head to emphasize the point.  “I don’t mind when a guy is being nice, as long as he’s not a total creep.  A guy who takes charge and lets you know what he wants is way easier to work with.  It makes him so…”  I spent a moment trying to think for the right word.

“Commanding.”  I finally said.

Greg raised an eyebrow, and smiled a strangely predatory smile.

“You like it when a guy takes command?”

I scrunched my face, trying to work the words out in my head.  A small throb rushed through my head as I tried to summon up the words to describe what I meant, and grew as I searched for the words.

One of the few things that I’d liked about Theo was that he could be very direct, and would tell me what he wanted.  I liked it when he told me what to do, and I could just do it.  The pressure in my head faded as I remembered that.  Theo liked to tell me what to wear, and it was kind of nice to just follow along and do what he said.

“Um, maybe a little?  What’s wrong with wanting to be a nice, agreeable girl?”  I asked, giving Greg a nice smile.

That’s right, I just wanted to be agreeable.  If somebody told me what he wanted, and I did it, then I didn’t have to worry any more.  I could just relax and do what I was told.  The lingering pain in my head faded away, and once again everything was clear.

I spent a moment imagining Greg telling me what to do, and it felt right.  He’d come home, tell me that he’d had a hard day, and then tell me to fuck him.  I’d fuck him willingly, and I’d be juicy just from him telling me what to do.  If Greg stayed, I hoped he’d be willing to tell me what to do, and to fuck me.

I shook my head as a small throb ran through it again, but it quickly faded.  I needed to change the subject back to the house.  I needed to know if Greg was going to sell the house and move away, or stay where I could come see him whenever I wanted.

“So, what do you think of the place?”  I asked, leaning against the couch’s armrest and sliding forward so that my left tit was prominently on display.

My head throbbed for a moment as I thought the word ‘tit’ but a moment later the feeling passed.  I needed to show off my tits and ass, if I was going to get Greg to fuck me.

“Oh, the place is great.”  Greg said as he looked around.  “You’ve kept it in really good shape, if you’ve really been the one doing all the cleaning.”

I couldn’t help but smile and blush a little at the compliment.  Coming up here had been a normal routine for me, and I’d gotten used to it, but I could understand what he meant.  Monica had constantly told me that I should slack off and only clean the place every couple months, but I couldn’t do that.  Grandpa Byron had taken really good care of me when I needed him, so I couldn’t do that.

“I imagine it’s worth a lot.”  Greg said, after a momentary pause.

All the good feelings that I’d had a moment before from his complement came crashing down.  If he was thinking of the place in terms of value, it meant that he was probably going to sell the house.  He couldn’t sell the house.  I had to do whatever it took to stop that from happening.

Greg was giving me a strange stare as I looked up, and I fumbled to come up with the words to say.

“Um, oh.  Well, you’re not thinking about selling the place, are you?”  I silently begged him to say he wasn’t.

“We’re considering it.  Chrissy really wants to stay in the city, and I’m not sure if I want to move out here.”

I stood up and moved to stand next to him, before squatting down so that our faces were level.  I moved my head right next to his, and looked him in the eyes.

“But, this place has a lot of great history, and it’s a really nice house.  Maybe you could at least consider moving out here, instead of just selling the place?”

My voice faltered as I spoke, a product of my desperation to get him to stay here.  I needed him to not sell the house.

“I’m not sure.”  Greg still wasn’t convinced.

I needed to change tactics.  Beating around the bush wasn’t getting me anywhere.  At this rate, Greg wouldn’t fuck me, he’d sell the house, and leave forever.  I needed to be more direct.

“Greg, do you think I’m pretty?”  I blinked, trying to give him my best doe eyes.

“Um, that’s a pretty loaded question.”  He replied.  He didn’t seem as taken off-guard by the question as I’d hoped.  “Very dangerous when a girl asks that question.”

“Do you?”  I asked again, leaning in even closer, and angling myself so he could see me however he wanted.

“Well, yeah, I think you’re pretty cute.  You’ll probably make a great girlfriend for a guy someday.”

I leaned over, and put my hand in his lap.

“What if I’m not asking about someday?”  I tried to put as much silk into my voice as I could muster.

“Um, wait.  Jenny, I have a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, I know.”  I moved so that I was in front of him and knelt down onto the floor, still keeping my hand where I’d placed it.  I leaned forward, continuing to give him a good view down my shirt.

“And last I checked, she wasn’t a particularly good girlfriend.”

“Are you saying you could do a better job?”

Finally, Greg was taking the hint.  Guys could be thick sometime, but now I was getting confident that he’d fuck me before too much longer.

“Yes, I am.  I mean, I only met her for a few minutes, but she seemed very disagreeable.  I can be so much nicer than her.  Whatever you want, I’ll do.  You just have to ask.”  I bowed my head, and looked up at him, trying to show off how submissive I could be, as compared to his harpy of a girlfriend.

I felt a little jolt run down my spine, which then snuck between my legs and sent another spark inside my core.  Kneeling in front of Greg, being submissive, it felt so right.  If I kept this up, he was sure to fuck me.

“Oh, you’ll do anything?”

“Yes.  Anything.”  I smiled, and raised my eyebrows suggestively.

“So… if I told you to take off that top?”

I reached up and undid the top button, and when Greg didn’t tell me to stop, I kept going.  After a moment, my shirt was off, sitting in a pile on the floor next to me, my bare tits exposed to the cool air.  I returned to my kneeling pose in front of him, head bowed as I looked up at him, waiting for my next command.

Another tingle ran through me.  I realized that I liked waiting for commands almost as much as I liked following them.  I’d always been an agreeable person, but Greg was quickly reminding me how much I enjoyed when somebody truly took charge and commanded me.

My head throbbed, but only a moment before it was completely clear, and I knew that’s what I wanted.  I wanted Greg to command me, to order me, to tell me what to do, and most of all, to tell me to fuck him.

He’d tell me to fuck him, and then he’d keep the house, and stay, and he could tell me what to do whenever he wanted.

Greg looked down at me for a long moment, before reaching up and grabbing my right tit in his hand, running his hand over my flesh.  His hand felt a little cool to the touch, which meant that my skin must be warm in his hand, and I hoped he liked the feeling.  He cradled me in his hand before running his thumb over my nipple, which had hardened both from my arousal and the cool air of the room.

“You are right about one thing, Chrissy can be a handful.  It might be nice to have another girl who’s of a much more agreeable personality.”

I looked up at him, and smiled.

“I can be very agreeable.  My friends all say I’m really good at that.  I’m the peacekeeper at any gathering.  I promise that I’ll always be good for you, if you stick around to see me more.”

The puppy eyes were back on in full force.  I knew he was close to agreeing to stay.  His argument before about selling the house hadn’t been very strong.  He just needed a little reason, something at all to keep him here, and I was glad to provide it.

“Stand.”  He said.

My body moved to do as he said before I really thought about it, and a moment later I was back on my feet in front of him.  He stood as well, and I stepped back to allow him space.  He looked me over, his gaze lingering at various spots on my body as he gave me an appraising look.

“You know, I think I will have a lot of fun fucking you.”  He finally said.

More things slid into place, and my heart leapt that my plan was working.  Greg was going to fuck me after all.  I’d show him what a good girl I could be, and he’d fuck me, and stay.

“I look forward to it.”  I smiled at him as I spoke.  I really was looking forward to it.  It had been too long since I’d gotten to be with a guy.

“And you’ll be a lot more agreeable than Chrissy?”

“Of course.”  I said, nodding.  “Anything you tell me to do, I’ll do it.  I’ll be completely submissive, if that’s what you want.”

“You mean like… my slave?”

The word rang in my head, and set something off, which was followed by a small throb.  My last boyfriend had liked to tell me what to do, and I’d enjoyed following his commands, but things had never gotten that far.  Theo had talked about making things more serious, but I’d gotten scared off.

Some part of me regretted that decision to this day.  My head throbbed for a moment, but then cleared as I made my choice.  Theo had dumped me after I didn’t agree to be his slave, but I wasn’t about to make that mistake a second time.

“Yes.  Of course.  I’ll be your slave, gladly.”  I nodded.  “Whatever you command, I’ll obey.”

“Hmm, I see.  Well then…”  He started, before moving back to sitting in the chair.  He undid his belt, before sliding his underwear down, allowing himself to spring free.  My earlier efforts had apparently had the desired effect, because he was clearly hard.

“Lick it.”  He said.

I nodded, before kneeling down in front of him, and leaning forward.  I opened my mouth, extending my tongue, and gave a quick probing exploration, before running my tongue up the length of his shaft, which caused him to draw in his breath, sharply.

Encouraged, I leaned forward a bit more, and stuck my tongue out fully, shaping it so that it would be a flat blade, before running it up his length.  There was a taste of something there that wasn’t entirely pleasant, but I pushed it out of my mind.  The point wasn’t for it to taste good, the point was to do as I was told, and to make him feel good.

I ran my tongue up and started to explore his tip.  I circled around, running my tongue through the little ridge formed by his blood-swollen flesh, and that caused him to harden further.  He moaned as I found a good spot on the bottom that seemed to send sparks inside of him.

“Wow, Jenny, that’s actually really good.”  He said down to me.

“Thanks, I’m glad.”

“Keep going.  I think I can manage one more.”

I was curious what he meant by that, but wasn’t going to debate.  He’d told me to keep going, after all.  I leaned forward, getting a good angle, and opened my mouth wide to take him inside.  It took a moment to settle things so that I was comfortable holding him in my mouth, but once I shifted him in my mouth, he was resting comfortably against my tongue, my lips in a circle around the base of his shaft.

Putting my weight onto my hands, I started bobbing my head up and down, moving in quick motions to get him off.  Most guys could recover quickly enough that I could still get him to fuck me again in a little bit, as long as I kept pouring on the charm.

Greg put his hand on my shoulder, and I paused.

“Slow down.”

I nodded, and did as instructed, even though I didn’t quite understand.  Based on how Christine was, I figured he was probably pretty frustrated by now, but I wasn’t going to argue.  It wasn’t my place.

I slowly bobbed my head up and down for a few minutes, not really trying to get him off, but he seemed to be enjoying the attention, and I was glad for that.  My jaw was starting to hurt when he tapped me on the shoulder once more.  I looked up, still holding him in my mouth.

“Ok, get up here and fuck me proper, Jenny.  I know you want to.”

Was I that easy to read?  Either way, this was a command I really wanted to follow, so I didn’t hesitate.  I scrambled up onto the chair on top of him, grabbing the bottom of my skirt and pulling it up around my waist, moving into position so that he was at my entrance.  I was glad I’d chosen to skip underwear when I came out to see Greg.

I was finally going to get to fuck him.  This was what I wanted.  This was what I needed.

“Ready?”  I asked, looking down at him.

He nodded, and I let myself fall onto him, spearing myself with his length.  With how wet I was, he slid right in without any resistance, and I let out a long sigh as he came to rest comfortably inside of me.  When he’d been in my mouth, I hadn’t realized how warm he was, but now I felt a heat coming out of him that played around with my insides in a pleasant flowing glow.

I was filled with Greg’s cock, and everything just felt so right.  He was going to fuck me.

My hips started to move, almost on their own, but I made a conscious effort to keep from going too fast, remembering Greg’s earlier comment about slowing down.  I didn’t really need to go fast, it just felt good to have him inside me, and as I slid up and down him in slow, even strokes, it caused the insides of my thighs to flutter.  With how worked up I was, I didn’t need to go fast to get my release.

After just a couple minutes of riding him, I was pretty close to the brink.  This satisfying fuck had been a long time coming, and I was finally getting my itch scratched.  I felt my toes curling within my shoes.

“Now, be a good girl, and don’t orgasm until I tell you.”

I blinked at Greg’s command.  I wanted to obey it.  I wanted to please him so much with my obedience, but I wasn’t sure if I could.  I clamped down on my pleasure, trying to will the orgasm to go away, but it just wasn’t happening.  He hadn’t commanded me to stop moving, and that was the only way I was going to be able to stop.

Against my will, my body betrayed me, and I felt the flutters inside me go over the tipping point.  I tried my best to contain it, but that just made it worse.  Soon enough, I felt the shudders running through me, and I orgasmed from Greg being inside me.

“I’m sorry.”  I said, looking down at him as I finally stopped my shuddering.

Greg’s face was difficult to read.  He didn’t seem to be as disappointed as I expected.  In fact, it looked like he’d already planned for this to happen.  There was just something about his face that said he knew I was going to be too weak to stop my own body.

“It’s ok.” He said, smiling up at me.

I let out a sigh of relief, he wasn’t angry.

“But, I won’t tolerate any disobedience from my slave, not in the slightest, so we’re going to have to work on that.”

I paused, and cocked my head, confused.  I was already trying me best to obey his commands, what more could he mean?

“Get off me.”  He said, shooing me away.  I was confused, didn’t he want me to finish getting him off?  He made another shooing motion, and I moved to stand up, letting my skirt fall back around my legs.

“I’m sorry.  I’ll be a good slave, I promise from now on I’ll obey you completely.”

He smiled at me, and gave me another knowing grin.  There was something he wasn’t telling me, and I was dying of curiosity to know what it was.

“I know.  If you’re going to be my slave, you have to fill the part completely.  And so, follow me.”  He turned and looked over his shoulder as he began walking across the room.  “Soon, your obedience will be completely automatic.”

I was still curious what he meant, but figured he’d tell me soon enough.  I debated grabbing my shirt, but decided that I shouldn’t keep him waiting.  I moved to follow him, but almost stumbled on my unsteady feet.  Fucking Greg had thrown off my balance too much to keep wearing heels.

Kicking them off, I moved to follow him barefoot.  Before we made it very far, I realized that we were heading toward the basement.

He must have been down there, since he walked through the upper door confidently, and I saw the key-card in his hand.  My heart started to beat faster as I followed him.  I was finally going to get to know what was down there!

It took all my effort not to stop and stare as I entered the room beyond the door for the first time.  The room was a messy looking workshop, which made sense, given that Grandpa Byron had made his fortune in electronics.  Greg must have been down here a few times, because he crossed the room without examining anything, instead making a direct line for one of the three doors against the far wall.

Stepping into the small room, I found it to be mostly empty, with just a large chair in the center, and something that looked like a desk on one side, with a small monitor on it.

“So, what is this?”

“This,” he said, throwing his arm wide theatrically, “is what’s going to make you my perfect little slave.  That chair can reprogram your mind, and change the way you think, Jenny.  Once you sit in it, and I type in my commands, you’ll be my completely obedient slave forever.”

I looked at the chair, and then back at Greg.  I wasn’t sure if I believed him, but some part of me wanted to.  If it worked, and he turned me into his slave, I’d have no choice but to obey him.  My body would no longer betray me by having orgasms against my command.  I’d be his, completely and totally.

“You’re sure it works?”  I said the words before I could really think about them.  It just seemed so impossible.

He smiled at me.

“Of course it does.  I used it on Chrissy a couple times already.  Trust me, she’s a lot more fun now.”

I cocked my head, curious what he meant by that, but he didn’t seem in the mood to explain.  Hesitantly, I moved over to the chair.

“So what do I need to do?”  I asked, turning to face him.

“Just sit down in it, and then I put in the commands I want to put inside your brain here.  I don’t know exactly how it works, but it does.  Whatever I type into this console goes into your head.”

I looked at the chair, running my hand over the smooth leather surface.   Something like this had been sleeping down here for five years while I took care of the house above, and I hadn’t even known.

But it could make me Greg’s slave.  I wanted that.  If I was his slave, he’d fuck me all the time, and I really wanted that.

Taking one last look back at Greg, I turned and slid into the chair, shifting myself so that I was resting comfortably against the cool surface.  It seemed so big, and I felt so small, but part of that might have been the effect that it was about to have on me.

I looked over at Greg and watched as he typed something onto the console.  I was briefly curious about what it was, and debated asking him, but eventually I decided that I shouldn’t.  He’d tell me when he wanted to.  I felt a little vulnerable, sitting in the chair in just my skirt, but Greg was doing what he wanted, and I trusted him not to hurt me.

Lifting his finger into the air, Greg looked up at me, before dropping his finger and hitting a key with a certain emphasis.

Everything went fuzzy for a moment, and then I suddenly had a splitting headache.  The machine hadn’t made any noise that I could tell.  The lights in the room must have tripled in intensity though, since they were now blinding to my eyes, and it hurt just to keep my eyes open.  Reaching up, I grabbed my head, hoping that the pain would stop as I shut my eyes.

After a few seconds, the throbbing subsided, and the lights in the room didn’t bother me as much.  I opened my eyes cautiously, and realized that the lights hadn’t changed intensity, just something about what the chair had done must have made me more sensitive.

I looked around, hoping to spot Master, and he was there in the corner.

“Did it work, Master?”

He smiled, and my heart jumped again.  If he was smiling, that meant he must be pleased.

“You tell me, Jenny.”

“Umm…”  I tried to think, to see if I could notice anything different, but everything seemed to be the same as it had been a moment before.

“I’m not sure, Master.”  I finally admitted.

“Stand up.”

The words hit me, and washed into my mind with a smooth silkiness.  It was like my mind was primed to accept his words.

“Yes Master.”  Before I even realized what was happening, I was standing next to the chair.

“I think it worked perfectly, Jenny.  You’re now my perfect little slave.”

I blinked and looked at him.  I felt the same as I had a moment ago, but if Master said it worked, then I would of course believe him.

“I’m glad, Master.”

“Come on, let’s head back upstairs.”

“Yes Master.”  I moved to follow him as he led the way upstairs.

When we got back to the living room, I noticed my discarded shirt and heels.  They were out of character for me, and I wondered briefly if the reason I’d worn them was because of Master’s control.  Maybe he’d decided to use the chair on me before this afternoon?

If he had, I didn’t care.  I loved being Master’s slave.  If he didn’t want me to know about it, then that was his right.  Still, there was something I needed to know, in order to be the best slave I could for Master.  I bent over to pick up my shirt and heels, keeping my knees locked to show off my ass in my skirt.  Keeping my knees together while I wore a skirt around Master seemed completely natural.

“Master, is this how you’d like me to dress from now on?”  I asked, holding up the discarded garments.

He looked at me, and shook his head.

“Actually, nah, not really.  I mean, you pull off the slutty secretary look ok, but honestly I kind of like the girly tomboy style you had before.  Don’t worry, I’ll let you know if I ever want you in a special occasion outfit.”

I nodded, and Master’s words slid into my mind once more.  It was weird, being commanded to dress like I normally did, but I realized now that something had still shifted.  My taste wouldn’t change unless Master commanded.  Even though it was the way I normally dressed, it was now the way I would always dress.

“Anything else, Master?”  I wanted to make sure I was a good slave for him.  “Would you like for me to drop out of school, or move in with you, or move with you and your girlfriend to the city?”  All of those things I’d do without hesitation if he commanded.

Again, he shook his head.

“I was just messing with you earlier, I totally plan to move out here, this place is nice, and with the money I got I don’t really need to work.  You and Chrissy probably will need to have jobs, but we’ll be comfortable enough.  Just be yourself, Jenny, I like you the way you were earlier.”

I felt a little surge of pride at that.  If Master had liked me before, then it meant that the chair had only been a formality, whatever commands he’d put inside me.

“Of course, Master.”  I felt like I had to give some reply to his earlier statement.  “Is there anything else I can do to please you, Master?”

Greg laughed.

“Relax, Jenny.”

Again, the words hit me, and I found all the tension in my body flowing out of me.  Master continued, apparently unaware of the effect his words had on me.

“You don’t need to be so stiff.  Like I said, I like the girly tomboy you were before.  I want you to be my slave, but not like my slave-slave.  Just be yourself, who just happens to obey any direct orders I give you.  Like, aim for one part girlfriend, one part obedient slave, ok?”

Those words didn’t flow into my mind as readily as the previous ones had, but I think it was partially just needing to work out the commands in my own head before I let them slip into the back of my mind where they’d sit forever, controlling my actions.

One part girlfriend.  One part slave.  I was pretty sure I could do that.  I felt the pressure in the back of my mind as the words finally found a home.

“Ok.”  I said, nodding.  “As you command, Master.”  I paused.  “As you command, Greg.”  I corrected.

He smiled and walked over to me, wrapping one arm around my waist before looking me in the eyes.

“I like hearing you call me Master though, just if you do it too much, you’ll wear it out.  That’s all.”

I nodded, and leaned in close.

“I understand, Master.”

He laughed, and took a step away from me.

“Now, I think it’s time for you to get formally introduced to Chrissy.”

I froze, realizing what he meant.  Based on what I knew of Greg’s girlfriend, Christine, she wasn’t going to be very in favor of his plan to have a second girlfriend.  Then I realized that we had the means to make that no longer an issue.

“Of course.  Do you need me to hold her down and help you drag her to the chair?  I imagine she won’t be too happy to see you now have another girlfriend.”

Greg turned, and started laughing.

“You’re a little too late.  Don’t worry, I’ve already given her the royal treatment.  How do you think I knew how to use it on you?”

“That makes sense.”

“Yeah.  Trust me, she’s already more than happy with the fact that I fucked you.  She’s been upstairs the whole time, working herself into a frenzy at the thought of my down here, taking advantage of my innocent little cousin.”

“Well, grandfather’s wife’s brother’s daughter’s husband’s daughter, from his first marriage, to be exact.”

“Uh huh.”  Greg said, nodding.  “And what exactly does that make us?”

I looked up at Greg and smiled, catching his hint.

“Master and slave, of course.”

Continued in Chapter 4