The Truth - Chapter 11 (Patreon)

He slipped into the room quietly. She was holding her ass as far up as her restraints allowed her. “Always thinking of Master, she is,” he thought. “Has she been waiting like this since she got on the bed?” He disrobed and climbed up behind her on the bed behind her. He leaned over her and pushed his dick into her barely wet pussy. The magic worked to make her wet. He fucked her hard. He could tell she was close to orgasm within a few minutes. “Come,” he commanded. Her body contracted and squeezed against him. A moment later he again said, “Come,” and they both orgasmed. He climbed off her immediately and purposefully made the sounds of leaving the room.

She heard him say, “Slave ungagged slave.” The gag disappeared. She did not move her head waiting for him to command her. Next she heard him say, “Slave released slave.” The chains and cuffs holding her spreadeagled disappeared. Still she did not move.

“Worthless is the slave who lies around waiting for Master to please her.”

She jumped up from the bed and prostrated herself on floor before him, “No, Master. This slave hangs breathless hoping Master will command her to do his will.”

“My will is that you fulfill my needs before I command you. If I want something that waits to be commanded, I’ll get a dog.”

“This slave was wrong. Changing this slave into a dog will please this slave if it pleases Master. Should this slave wait here for punishment?”

Jon was glad she was looking at the floor or she would have discovered Master could become dumbfounded. Turn her into a dog? He realized he probably could. He dismissed the idea as not being subtle and it amused him that his lease didn’t allow for pets either. Not that he couldn’t change that with the stroke of the pen.

“Apparently, I have been lax in your training. Your expectations of what a slave does are not necessarily mine. Now stand up. I don’t want you waiting around doing nothing until commanded. You have a mind. I expect you to use it. Figure out what you can do when I have given you no instructions and just do it. If you are unsure if you should do something, ask. But again, I don’t expect to have you asking me if you should do this or that a thousand times a day.”

“I will try harder to please you, Master.”

“That’s to be expected,” he stated. He yawned. “It’s late. I’m going to go to sleep.”

Her head dropped to her chest.

He groaned and turned to get the pen. He sat at the desk and wrote: “Sleep is a special verb which acts on members of my harem in the same way ‘go to sleep’ works on members of my harem. The phrase ‘go to sleep’ no longer has an effect on members of my harem.”

He repeated the process using awake in place of ‘Wake up, name’. He also added verbs for the adhesive vibrator, using plug as the appearance verb and unplug and the disappearance verb. In addition, he added a verb in the form Name vibrate number Name to set the vibration percentage verbally. Finally he turned to the sleep arrangements. With the pen, he created a magic cage big enough for her to get into that, when the door closed, became far more cramped. She seemed to enjoy his magic so he thought he entertain her with it.

He returned to the bedroom and said, “Slave awake Slave.”

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around suddenly. “Master, where shall this slave sleep?,” she asked.

“For now,” he began, the cage appearing with the word now. “I did not think you should be turned into a dog but this treatment seems appropriate. Enter the cage backwards or else you will not be able to open the door to exit. The door has a timed lock so you will be unable to open the door until seven o’clock tomorrow morning. If the cage unlocks before I wake, get out and learn where things are in the apartment.”

Sarah's look of surprise and glee were worth the effort. “Yes, Master.”

“Now, go to sleep.”

“Yes, Master.” She knelt down near the cage door and placed one leg in. Then she shimmied back with the other leg. As the doorway narrowed around her thighs she twisted to the side and with a quick push got her hips in the doorway. She backed up some more holding her arms out of the cage until her head cleared the doorway then she pulled her arms in. The cage was shorter than she was so she had to bend her legs up. Since she was slightly turned to one side she put the lower arm under her head and left the other arm draped near her knee. She reached out with the lower arm to close the door. She let out a sudden gasp as the cage shrunk in height. The top of the cage pressed against her hip and she could not fix it without rolling fully onto her stomach. She had to put the bottoms of her feet together and bow her knees outward in this position. Then she had to shift to the right until one of the bars was running between the cheeks of her ass to relieve the pressure on her ass. Both of her arms angled above her head and she had to keep her head turned to one side.

“You look comfortable now. Very good. A boon. Slave plug Slave.”

She felt something fill her pussy. She saw her master walk to the back of the cage out of sight. He reached into the cage and suddenly the object in her pussy was vibrating gently and silently. With that he walked to the bed and lay down. She could do nothing to enhance the pleasure the vibrator caused so she decided to make the best of it and fall asleep.

* * *

Sandra awoke to an alarm. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around. This was not her room. She sat up. The room looked nothing like her bedroom. She looked down at herself. She was wearing flannel pajamas. She didn’t wear pajamas and she owned no flannel. She got out of bed and felt her breasts move heavily. She opened the shirt and saw her breasts were much bigger than they should be. She had thought she had made it clear to Jon she didn’t want him to experiment on her tits. She looked into an open dresser drawer and found a large collection of sex toys and bondage equipment. She opened the closet and found a large collection of conservative woman’s suits. A drawer of undergarments showed a predilection toward conservative looks until she looked closely at the garments. Some of the panties were strictly boring pink except they had openings in the crotch. Whoever lived in this bedroom liked to put on the façade of a conservative fashion sense.

She entered the bathroom and did a double take. In the mirror, her hair was long and blond and her face rounder. Her eyes were green instead of brown and her cheekbones were less pronounced. She got in the shower and found her pussy was bare. After toweling off, she returned to the bedroom where she felt compelled to get dressed in one of the suits and open-crotch underwear. She stopped herself from wearing a specific suit and chose a different one but she could not break the compulsion to get dressed.

Once dressed, she found herself in the kitchenette drinking a cup of coffee and eating a toaster pastry. She cleaned up and walked out the door. She was walking to the subway not far from where she really lived but could not deviate from her path. Twenty minutes later she was in the elevator of a downtown office building. She got off the elevator and walked toward the doors to a law firm.

The receptionist looked up as she entered, “Hello, Sarah.”

“Good morning, Mary,” she answered and allowed the compulsion to take her to a central area with several low walled cubicles. She found herself seated at a desk with a computer and tchotchkes indicating a love of mysteries. Sandra found if she relaxed the Sarah part of her would do what had to be done.

A man walked over to her cube, “Hey, Sarah, do anything interesting over the weekend?”

“No, same old, same old,” She replied. “I had this weird dream this morning I wasn’t myself when I woke up. All morning I was looking at my stuff like it wasn’t mine. I couldn’t shake the feeling until I was walking to the subway.”

“Crazy,” he said, leaning close. “Are you busy tonight?”

“Say, no,” thought Sandra.

“Yes, I am busy, sorry David.” She lied. Sandra wasn’t sure why Sarah didn’t want to date David.

“That’s okay. I’ll see you around,” he replied walking away. “See you.”

The rest of the day was uneventful and soon she was on the subway going home. Sandra asserted herself and stepped off the subway one stop early. She walked up to her apartment building and knocked on Jon’s door. There was no answer.

The super walked past her, “He’s gone, moved out last month.”

“Jon Williams moved out last month?”

“He sure did.”

“What about Sandra and Debra are they still here?” she asked pointing at their apartment.

“Sure,” he said, knocking on her apartment door.

The door opened and a voice said, “Yes.”

“You have a visitor,” the super said stepping back.

In the doorway, stood Sandra. She said, “May I help you?”

“Take care,” called the super from the staircase.

“I… I… I was looking for Jon in his apartment. You knew him right?”

“In passing, can’t say we spoke often before he moved out.”

With her hesitation, Sarah asserted herself, “Sorry to have bothered you. I won’t return.” And with that she hurried down the stairs.

“Wait,” called a man’s voice. “I command you to return.”

Neither of them could resist walking back up the stairs. At the top she saw Jon standing next to Sarah.

Sandra took control, “What did you do to me?”

“Let’s go into my apartment.”

“But the super said…”

“He won’t remember any of this.” Jon said as he closed the door behind them. “I gave you the joy of waking up as someone else. Sandra is Sandra. How was it?”

She felt herself transform to a more familiar body. “Freaky. Sometimes I was me and sometimes I was her. I had to go to work, for example.”

“I put some of that in place so you couldn’t avoid being someone else.”

“So who is … she?”

“Oh, where are my manners? Sandra, meet Sarah. I met her last night after you went to sleep.”

“I am honored to meet one of Master’s friends,” Sarah said offering her hand.

Sandra raised an eyebrow as she shook the offered hand. “Tell me how you met?”

Sarah looked at Jon who nodded toward Sandra. “As Master said, he went out last night searching for someone who wanted in her heart to be enslaved. He found this slave at Sunsets. After talking with this slave he told this slave that he would be her master if that is what this slave wanted. And this slave did.”

Sandra looked at Jon, “No hocus pocus?”

“Only to find her,” he replied. “This is truly her heart’s desire.”

“I thought your weren’t into that.”

“I’m not heavily into that. Besides I wanted you to see what you were missing.”

“Oh, Sandra become Master’s slave. You will always be fulfilled like this slave is.”

“Sorry,” she replied. “I prefer my mind control a little less permanent.” She turned to Jon. “Did you have me spend the day as her for more than just fulfilling my fantasy?”

“I’m not sure I want her to quit her job. But as you can tell I haven’t made any headway on the ‘this slave’ thing.”

“What are you going to do with me now?”

“What I was going to do with you. And now I have another woman to work with.”

“Before we get all kinky, what did you do today?” Sandra asked.