Part 6: Brenda
Feeling happy and refreshed, Brenda jumped out of bed to start her day with Hypno-Slave Induction, knowing Master would be happy with her. She met Katie and Cynthia on campus. She couldn’t tell them about her night – Cynthia would lose her mind – but she was dying to find out what happened with Katie. She’d tease her if she brought anything up, but they just talked about classes.
“Hey, Brenda,” Katie greeted.
Something squeezed Brenda’s nipples.
What the fuck was that?
She stumbled a step, almost falling, but Katie caught her.
“Woah, you okay?” Katie asked.
A tongue licked Brenda’s clit. For a moment, her eyes went wide before she managed to cover up the experience.
“Uh, yeah,” she said. “Just a little clumsy.”
“Maybe you should lay off the 8 AM cocktails,” Katie said with a laugh.
Brenda smiled and nodded. “Good idea.”
“How was your night?” Katie asked.
The tongue licked her again.
Jesus.
“Good, good,” she said. “Just did homework.”
“Me too,” Katie replied.
Liar. You contacted Master. I know you did. Well, I hope you did. And you were really asking if I watched the video. You need to bring it up though.
An awkward silence began before Cynthia arrived.
“Katie, Brenda,” she called. “How’re my biatches?”
Something squeezed Brenda’s nipples and licked her clit.
What the fuck is happening to me?
“Can you not call us that?” Katie said.
Another lick of her clit.
Master did something. To show how much he controls me. Are the licks random? Maybe it happens when they talk to me. If that’s the case I need to stay away or make sure they shut up. I’m getting so wet, and knowing Master did this is just making things worse. It’s my own damn fault for talking about them.
“Brenda?” Cynthia asked.
Something twisted her nipples this time. She realized they’d been talking to her.
Keep it together, slut.
“Sorry, I just remembered something I need to add to an assignment,” she said.
“Make a note and move on,” Cynthia said.
“Yeah, right,” she said. She pulled out her phone and pretended to type some notes. “Okay, done.”
“What did you do when you got home last night?” Brenda asked Cynthia.
The black girl paused. When Brenda saw the guarded look in her eyes, she smiled deviously.
Did you go watch the video too? Would you even remember if you did? You trance so fuckin’ easily.
“Just Netflix,” Cynthia finally replied. “We meeting for lunch today?”
Brenda’s clit quivered from another lick. She glanced nervously around to see if the others had noticed her state.
“Our breaks don’t match up today,” she replied.
But you knew that. You’re just trying to talk about anything other than the video.
“Oh right,” Cynthia replied. “Well, we’ve got physics together first period. What’ve you got, Katie?”
Lick.
Brenda looked at Katie, who seemed off as well. She smiled, trying to think of how she could use this. Without knowing how deeply the others were affected, though, she couldn’t come up with anything that wasn’t obvious.
“We should get to class,” she said.
“Okay, see you guys later,” Katie said.
She looks relieved. She wants to get away too. Is it because of the awkwardness or is she feeling the same things I am? At least she won’t be around to trigger me and Cynthia won’t talk in class. That gives me time to calm down.
She didn’t calm down. As the professor spoke, she felt her clit being licked over and over. When students talked, she felt it as well. Still, it wasn’t every sentence that did it. She was edging toward an orgasm when she figured it out.
Questions. Whenever someone asks a question, I get licked. Fuck, Master, do you know how many questions are asked in college?
“Are you okay?” Cynthia asked. “You look flushed.”
Lick.
“A little nausea. Can you take notes for me? I need to go to the restroom.”
“Sure, babe. Text me if you need help.”
She nodded and left the room, heading straight to the restroom, but not to throw up. Her pants came down and her fingers moved to her clit. She began to Jill off furiously.
One good orgasm and I can reset.
She barely noticed her own whispers. “I am obedient. I am owned.”
After several minutes, she realized she couldn’t cum.
Master won’t let me.
She grabbed her phone and texted.
BW: Please may I cum, Master?
Please be there. Please be there.
MB: It’s barely after 10.
BW: They ask a lot of questions in college, Master
BW: The prof asks a lot of rhetorical 1s when he talks
BW: Please I’m sooooo horny
MB: Where are you?
BW: restroom
MB: Cum, pet
One hand went to her mouth to muffle her moan. The other squeezed her phone so hard she thought it might break.
BW: ty Master
MB: No more cumming until tonight.
BW: I don’t think I can handle that, Master.
MB: You will
Somehow she felt the power in those two words. She couldn’t cum even if she wanted to. She knew that. She just had to handle the sensations.
BW: yes Master
MB: Did you figure out the game?
BW: when someone asks a question I get licked.
MB: Good girl.
“Ohhhh”
MB: And the nipples?
BW: Not yet, Master
MB: When you do, the clit sensations will stop.
BW: Ok Master
She hadn’t felt the nipple squeezes since she was with the girls.
Maybe it’s related to them and the clit is with everyone. No, don’t make that assumption. You’re a fucking scientist. Just observe and analyze.
The rest of the day was torture and delight at the same time. She also found out that the two sensations were not all that was going on. During a break, while reviewing her notes, she found extra sentences slipped in.
I am Master’s obedient slut.
I crave Master’s cock.
I always obey My Master.
I don’t remember writing any of that, and reading it is making me wetter. I’m going to be a puddle of cum when I see him.
Eventually, her last class ended. She met Katie as she came out of class.
“Hey Brenda,” Katie said.
Her nipples got squeezed.
My name! It’s when someone says my name! And no one has said it since this morning because I’ve been avoiding talking! Great. So now the questions won’t affect me, but I’m going home anyway. At least we can work on our assignment now with only a little sensation.
“Coming to my place again?” Brenda asked.
“I’ve... I’ve got some shit to take care of at home,” Katie replied.
You’re either watching the video again or chatting with Master. Or, what if he’s going to fuck her tonight too? What if he fucks us together? Please let that be it.
“No problem,” Brenda replied. “I can fuck Kyle then.”
And by Kyle, I mean Master. Damn, what am I going to do about Kyle?
“But we should tackle that physics assignment soon,” Brenda added.
“Oh right. Tomorrow,” Katie assured her.
***
When she got home, she watched the first video again. It seemed appropriate to prepare to meet her Master, and each time she watched it she felt more his. She showered and slipped on a little black dress, push-up bra, and black thong.
BW: Rdy 2 meet whenever u r Master
She didn’t get a reply until after dinner, during which she had to explain her attire to her parents as date clothes. She had made sure to go more sexy than slutty because she knew they’d comment.
MB: Time to meet
BW: yes Master
She grabbed her keys, slipped on four-inch heels, and got in her car. The next thing she knew, she was pulling into a parking lot of a bar. The sensation was surreal. She was awake and yet not. Although aware enough to drive, she felt compelled to obey. She didn’t even know where she was going when she’d left the house, although she knew the bar, having been there many times with friends.
Walking in, she found a booth and sat down. In a few days, Katie would find herself in the same booth.
BW: here Master
Her panties were soaked. She’d dreamed of this level of control and now she was experiencing it.
Ordering a wine to calm herself, she waited impatiently. Then she saw him. His confident walk and cocky grin gave him away. The look said, “You’re mine.”
He slid into the booth, sitting next to her. When she felt his body against hers, she began to quiver.
“Hello, slut,” he said.
“Hello Master,” she replied.
God, it feels so good to say that to him in person.
“What would you like to do tonight?” he asked.
“Whatever Master wants,” she replied.
“Good answer, slut,” he replied. “Or should I say, Brenda. Brenda, Brenda, Brenda.”
Her nipples were squeezed and pulled and twisted. Her hand locked onto his thigh and squeezed.
“Master!” she gasped.
“I love watching that work,” he said.
A shiver ran through her body.
He controls me so completely. I love it.
“What do you want, slut?” Boratus asked.
“I want to obey,” Brenda said, her voice quivering. “I want to be a good girl.”
“Of course you do,” Boratus replied, smiling.
“What else?”
“I want to feel Master’s cock in me,” she replied.
He chuckled. “Now? In the bar? In front of all these people?”
For a moment, the question frightened her. To be fucked in public. To expose who and what she was to everyone.
My parents would definitely find out. Hell, they may end up bailing me out for indecent exposure.
“Well, Brenda?”
The question, or rather its effect on her nipples, decided for her. “If Master wishes.”
Oh god. I said it. Is he really gonna fuck me right here?
“Good girl.”
“Ohhhhh.”
His “good girl”s are more powerful in person.
“I’m going out to my car and waiting two minutes,” Boratus told her. “You have that long to pay your bill and meet me there. If you get in my car I’m going to take you home and fuck you.”
Oh fuck, this is really going to happen. Why isn’t he making me do it though? I want him to control me. He must know that.
“My control over you will increase when I fuck you,” he continued. “It will be complete when I cum in you.”
Oh god.
“Who you’ll be at that point, I’m not certain,” he explained. “A mindless drone obedient to her Master. The Brenda you are now, but unable to resist my commands. Maybe a secret slut personality that's inside of you that can finally break free to serve her Master.”
Oh my God. I can see all those options. Every one of them is making me wetter.
“You might not ever go back to your regular life. You might not want to.”
The image of being a naked slave girl with a collar and chain around her neck flashed in front of her eyes. A small orgasm made her body quiver.
“This is your last chance to retain your free will,” he said. “You can go home, but then I will not play with you anymore. In fact, I’ve programmed you so that you’ll only be able to watch Katie’s journey without interfering. And I won’t take you as a slave later.”
Her eyes went wide.
Wait. What?
“No second chances. If you crave control like I know you do, but refuse me now, you’ll only be able to watch as your best friend experiences everything you were too afraid to ask for.”
No. God, no.
“Do you understand, slut?” he asked.
She nodded. Her throat felt too dry to form words.
“Good girl.”
“Ohhhhh.”
He got up and left. For almost a full minute, she didn’t move. She watched him walk away, as her mind played out the different scenarios he alluded to, stretching the possibilities further and further. Then, like a rubber band, her awareness snapped back to the restaurant.
“Waitress!” she called.
Boratus glanced down on the timer he had set. “Fifteen seconds left,” he said. “I was beginning to think you weren't coming.”
He opened the door to his Tesla for her. As she slid into the seat, the world seemed to spin. She barely remembered fastening her seat belt before the world came back into focus.
“We're here,” Boratus said.
Wha?
She was standing in the front hall of his place as he locked the door and gave her a devilish grin. She shuddered from the intensity of his stare.
“You want to be completely controlled, don't you?” he asked.