Vienna’s mother let you into the house when you rang the bell. You decided that you wanted to have a little fun with Vienna, so you put the thought into her head to leave the two of you undisturbed, no matter what sounds she may hear coming from Vienna’s room.
“Say, Mrs. Martin”, you asked, “Is your husband home?”
“Why, yes”, she replied, “He’s in his den.”
You sent her back to the kitchen, then stuck your head into the den long enough to give Mister Martin similar orders. Then you had a second thought, and stuck your head into the kitchen.
“Mrs. Martin, bring us up some snacks in about an hour."
Then you went upstairs to Vienna’s room, letting yourself in without knocking. Vienna, who was lying on her bed, reading, looked up when you came in.
“Oh, hi, Laura, I didn’t know you were here!”
“Vienna, about our quarrel the other day…”, you began.
Vienna immediately threw herself at your feet, kissing your shoes frantically.
“O Great and Noble One, Queen of Beauty and Righteousness, please forgive me for daring to disagree with you, who are right in all things!”, she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“That’s alright”, you replied, lifting her to her feet and drying her tears. “Just don’t do it again.”
Still sniffling, Vienna sat back down on her bed. You sat down in a chair opposite her. Your feet were a little sore, so you removed your shoes and socks.
“Anyway, Vienna, I wanted to tell you something”.
“Oh, yeah?”, she said, her normal attitude returning. “What is it?”
You told her about finding the mind control orb. She looked skeptical.
“Oh, come on, Laura”, she said, removing her own shoes and socks. “Don’t be so silly.”
“You don’t believe me, Vienna?”
“Of course not”, she replied, taking off her shirt.
“So no one could ever mind control you?”, you asked.
“Nope”, said Vienna, unzipping and removing her jeans. “No one can control me!”
I wonder just how much I could make her do?, you thought
Walking to the middle of the room, and wearing only her underwear. Vienna crowed like a rooster, “ER-er-er er-ERRRR!”
Removing her bra, Vienna continued to speak. “I mean, it would be nice if you could control people.”
Slipping off her panties, she knelt naked in front of you. Cradling your feet in her hands, she began gently kissing them. “I mean – MWAH! – imagine – MWAH! – what you could – MWAH! – make people do – MWAH! – if you could – MWAH! – control their – MWAH! – minds! MWAH!”
She sat up, looking serious and a little bit peeved.
“Anyway, I’ve had it with you, wasting my time with these silly ideas of yours! Drop trou and lie down on my bed! I’m going down on you whether you like it or not!”
Sighing, you “gave in” to Vienna’s “demand”. You weren’t especially into girls, but you had always been a little curious, and it was a good way of testing just how much you could make someone do.
After Vienna was done - and she was surprisingly good at it, you lay sideways on Vienna’s bed. She crouched on all fours next to the bed, your feet resting on her back. You chatted about school for a while, until a knock came on the door.
“HI, girls”, said Mrs. Martin. “Can I come in? I have snacks!”
“Come on in!”, you said. Mrs. Martin came in, bearing a tray with various snacks. Setting the tray down, she sat down on the bed next to you. Vienna sat on the bed in front of her mother, practically in her lap. Mrs. Martin began absentmindedly massaging her daughter’s breasts. The three of you enjoyed the snacks while Mrs. Martin asked you how your mother was doing. Eventually, she went back downstairs.
You and Vienna got dressed, and then Vienna knelt before you again. You patted her on the head and said:
“From now on, you are my loving, faithful and eager slave. Behave normally in public , unless I order you otherwise. But you do not - and will not ever- want anyone else but me. No boyfriends for you – or girlfriends, for that matter. You can have non-romantic friends, of course, as long as I approve of them, but I come first. You will obey all orders from me, spoken or written, in person, or over the phone, or the internet or however. You are mine, and you are happy and grateful to be mine. I. Am. Your. Goddess. Do you understand?”
Vienna grasped your knees, weeping with joy. “Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress.”
You raised her to her feet, and held her tight in a fierce bearhug.
“Mine”, you said. “Mine to do whatever I like with. Mine-mine-mine!”
You’d never realized how much fun it was to totally control another person – to own them , body and soul. Vienna watched worshipfully as you left her room. You stopped long enough to instruct her parents that you were to be given free rein of their house, and ordered Mrs. Martin to have a set of keys to the house made for you as soon as possible. You thought about having one of them drive you somewhere, but decided against it. Walking would give you time to think about what you wanted to do next, and besides, if you wanted a ride, you could stop anyone you saw and make them drive you.
When you were about a block from Vienna’s house, you decided where to go next. You walked up to the door of the house you were passing and knocked on it.
A red-headed woman in her late 20’s answered the door.
“Yes, can I help you?”, she asked.
“Do you have a car?”, you asked her.
“Yes”.
“Is it working?”
“Yes.”
“Good”, you said. Then you commanded her to drive you…
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