Take Me, Master! | free bimbo + mind control stories

Chapter One

The Red Room had improved the quality of my life tenfold.

Having the girls around was always a pleasure - figuratively and literally - though sometimes they could get far too distracting for me to accomplish anything of significance.

Ball gags worked at first. It would render them somewhat silent, though their voices were all but one of their weapon of mass annoyance.

Once silenced they would adapt to the situation and put on a show for my eyes only, as they grew accustomed to. I won't lie and say I didn't appreciate it - their bodies and will to use them were the only reasons I kept them around -

though I was a busy man with schedules to follow.

Their presence didn't bother me when they behaved, but that was a rare occurrence.

After the dungeon was built, I decided to keep them there for a few hours a day, just to further drill into their empty skulls that I was the one in charge, and failure to fall in line would result in punishments that would leave them walking funny for a week straight.

They knew I could be ruthless yet they still persisted.

Hence why as soon as one of them stepped out of line I'd take all of them to the Red Room and tie them to the wall for a few hours, after securing toys to their bodies so that they wouldn't just stand there.

No. I wanted to come back to the room to find them reduced to making noises that once were words, standing on top of a pool of their own juices. Their bodies sore all over, and their minds a blank slate due to all the orgasms they received.

It worked, albeit too much. They couldn't handle hours upon hours of that, so I had to test for how long I could leave them there.

Too short of a punishment and they would begin annoying me again, too long and they would be reduced to glorified sex dolls.

In truth, that's what they were. They committed their life to serve me in any way I wanted. Sure, I couldn't expect them to carry on a conversation about important matters, but what they lacked in brains they made up for with their bodies.

It was a situation that worked for me, all things considered. I tended to prefer the peace and quiet that only loneliness could provide, despite being told numerous times I had a way with words.

That may have been the truth, it's not for me to judge. Yet, throughout the years I found myself caring not for the emotional benefits that companionship brought, but rather for the physical side. Touch, taste, feel.

I craved that, and it eventually led me to hiring people from that agency I talked about in the past. God knows some of those girls paid their college tuition in full thanks to me.

It all changed when Cindy, and then the other girls, showed up. I didn't have to hire anyone, I didn't have to wait. If I wanted anything I could simply press a button and choose which one of my girls would be lucky enough to be picked for that occasion.

I felt powerful, more than I ever had up to that point. I could easily give in to my most depraved instincts without worry too much - if at all - about the consequences.

Every fantasy I had, I could turn into reality. Starting from those born when I first discovered sex, up to the darker ones that form at the back of one's mind. Lurking in wait, enticing you with the scenarios that could play out if you just gave in to depravity.

My girls would happily and enthusiastically fulfill my every request and desire, no questions asked. Everyone had hard limits, however, and my most important rule was to never cross those.

Limits aside, my girls were different when it came to acts they were comfortable with or not yet they would always be willing to try anything once to see how it felt.

That's how I found out that Samantha loved being dominated, even if she acted like she owned the world when my cock wasn't plugging one of her holes.

The more time I spent around and inside of them, the more I discovered what exactly they were into.

It gave this peculiar arrangement a sense of mystery and discovery that made them a little more interesting than your average submissive girl.

Finding these details always included my input in the beginning. I would try something and judging by their reactions I would either continue or stop. Standard operating procedure if you ask me.

All of that changed when Emily showed up.

I received a call from her just a month after setting up the dungeon and scheduled an appointment. A week later she arrived just as the clock struck nine.

I'll admit I stared at her when she entered my office and made her way to my desk to shake my hand. Gorgeous wasn't enough to describe her, she was far beyond that.

Her hourglass figure, coupled with the confidence in her stride surely made her a force to be reckoned with.

"I heard so many great things about you, doctor," She said after sitting down and crossing her long legs.

"May I ask where you heard about me?"

I was curious to say the least. Usually people, especially the celebrities I have worked on, tend to keep their surgeries a secret.

"A friend of mine. Cindy Merret, to be precise. We've been talking and..."

"What did she say?" I interrupted her before she could end the sentence.

Cindy, of course. Out of all the others, she was the one I explicitly ordered to go and seek more girls. I didn't know what Emily wanted or what Cindy told her, though I knew this situation could easily go south.

"She said meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to her. I haven't heard from her in a while, though..."

I was still on the edge, but I breathed half a sigh of relief.

My eyes went to my computer, the feed from the Red Room occupying the entire screen. Cindy stood between Kate and Eve, all of them secured to the wall with satin ropes.

I cleared my throat.

"Cindy works here, and I'm guessing she has just been tied up lately. I'll tell her to give you a call when I see her, though." Professional as always, though I couldn't resist sneaking that innuendo in.

"I know what she does," She declared, her voice cold as ice.

I froze, even though I had no reason to. All of the girls had signed contracts that ensured I wouldn't be held accountable for anything should they decide to leave and wisen up.

"Relax, it's alright. I know she's happy, I'm not here to crash the party," She continued.

"What do you want, then?" I asked, slightly confused at the unfolding situation.

"Well you see doctor," She began, taking off her thick-rimmed glasses "I study psychology, and I would like to spend some time with the girls for my thesis," She added.

I surely wasn't expecting that turn of events. It could have easily been a trap, and right off the bat I was leaning towards declining her request.

Still, if she did in fact know what had been going on she could simply blackmail me. I gave in and granted her wish, though a plan was already forming in the back of my mind.

Chapter Two

Having Emily around definitely complicated everything.

She spent most of her time with the girls, trying to understand what made them act the way they did and most importantly why. I must say I was curious too, but never cared much about it.

I had holes to fill and I wasn't going to ask them questions.

Emily's interviews would last for hours. I could see her talk to the girls through the cameras and I would use them to follow her around the clinic.

I kept staring at her plump ass swaying left and right, jiggling as her body moved, and I knew I had to have it.

The plan I came up with was rather simple and had worked in the past with the other girls: get Emily to swallow one of those "magic" pills and hope the placebo effect worked on her too.

Naturally I couldn't just force her to, but I hoped the girls would tell her about the pills and in turn she would ask me about it. It was a risky move, considering she had no idea what the pills actually contained.

I watched her day after day as she buzzed from girl to girl to gather some insights on what made them tick. Once she was done with Eve, after approximately a week, she decided it would be my turn.

Emily looked different that day. I could clearly see she wore more makeup than normal, and the way she carried herself gave her a devilish aura.

"I have to say, doc, I'm stumped," She declared after sitting on the chair in front of my desk.

I grinned. "How so?""

"I spent a week trying to get inside of their minds. To understand why they worship the ground you walk on.

Nothing came up, nothing that made sense at least."

Her head hung low and I can't blame her - Emily's breasts were impressive.

"Well I am not too sure myself, to be honest," I replied, shrugging. I wasn't lying, it didn't exactly made sense to me either.

"Unless you drugged them."

Her head snapped back up to look at me when she said that, but I kept my composure.

"I did no such thing, please."

"And what about the pills they took?"

She fell right where I wanted her to, and I didn't even have to do much work.

I pulled out the prescription bottle from my desk drawer, took out two pills and handed them to her.

"Here," I said crossing my arms, "This is what the girls are talking about," I added.

"So you admit it!" She exclaimed, slamming her hand on my desk.

"Have it analyzed. I can give you the full bottle if you want and you can ask the girls for confirmation. They're just vitamins," I said, making sure not to raise my voice.

She stormed out of my office and then the clinic, but not before grabbing the pills I gave her.

I grinned and sunk back into my chair. Hopefully she would come back to demand an explanation that made sense, and that's when the girls will come into play.

Alas, that bridge would be crossed in the future and for the time being the situation returned to normal.

I gave myself a few minutes to relax in the complete silence of my office, the same office that had been the point of origin of my new life. Right under my ancestor's eyes, no less.

Shame was not that big of a deal to me, especially since I dealt with naked people for years. Hardly anything could faze me at that point.

I had nothing planned for that day, just paperwork that could wait until the will to work spontaneously came to me.

Alas instead of will I had boredom, and plenty of it.

And what's the best way to deal with boredom when there are four hungry whores ready to obey your every command?

I went down to Cindy's room after making sure she was occupying it and let myself in, finding her half asleep on her bed. Interesting, considering she hadn't done anything that day.

"Hey there, Master!" She happily greeted me while sitting up, even though my face showed no signs of happiness whatsoever.

From my position I could see her perfectly shaved pussy, and when she noticed my eyes fixated on it she made it even easier for me to take in the sights.

Cindy spread her legs and flashed me a sly grin. "See something you like, Master?" She giggled, biting her lower lip.

Inviting, sure. Yet I first wanted to teach her a lesson, so that she would learn to keep her mouth shut.

I pushed her backwards, making her land on the soft bed as a groan escaped her lips.

"Why did you tell Emily about this? I underestimated how stupid you actually are!" I snarled at her.

Cindy stammered out a weak apology, but it was nowhere near enough.

"Silence!"

I led her to the dungeon and ordered to take off her clothes.

She quickly complied, and even though her face had a sad expression on it I could see her grin every time she thought I wasn't looking.

There she stood, naked in the middle of a room that smelled of depravity and lust. And I circled her, my eyes locked on her body as my cock gradually hardened.

She didn't make a sound and neither did I, though the tension was evident. Her breathing slowed every time I walked behind her.

Cindy was waiting for me to make a move, and she knew she would regret her careless behavior.

I let the tension build up even more before reaching over to one of the racks to grab a riding crop. Her gaze fixated on it, though she quickly looked away when she noticed I was staring right at her.

"Eyes down, whore," I growled, my voice harsh enough to make her obey instantly.

"See, you're smart enough to follow basic orders. Go lay on the bed. Face up, sideways," I continued.

Cindy hurried to the bed, and executed the order I gave her, leaving her head to hang to the side of the bed.

I approached while undoing my belt, letting my pants fall to the floor. My cock sprung out, free from its prison and landed a mere inch above her face.

Upon seeing it, her mouth opened and her tongue shot out to savor it. I had gotten used to that, but there would be a time for everything.

I teased her, lowering my cock so close to her tongue that I could feel her hot breath on it. Cindy dared not speak, but limited herself to groaning softly whenever I pulled away from her waiting mouth.

She still had to be punished, though I liked to take my time.

I grabbed my veiny cock and aimed it towards her mouth, sinking into it. I would guess Cindy expected me to stop after the tip and part of the shaft were in her wet prison, but I didn't.

I kept advancing until her nose was pressed against my ballsack. She squirmed, but didn't push me away despite the fact that I had never been that deep into her throat.

Cindy knew when to behave, especially since her master was wielding a riding crop.

Watching her body squirm as my cock was firmly lodged in her throat was a mesmerizing experience.

Tiny beads of sweat coated her toned body, goosebumps rose on her skin, her legs spread to reveal a soaked hole that begged for attention.

I backed out of her throat and she gasped for air, thick strings of saliva connecting my cock to her mouth. I gave her no quarter and pushed back inside, feeling her warm throat envelop my hard rod.

Cindy couldn't see anything from her position. She didn't see me extending my arm so that the crop could reach her most sensitive spots.

She didn't see it, but she certainly felt it when I flicked the leather tip on her clit.

Cindy's muffled yelp only made me harder. The whore had to be punished appropriately, after all.

Her legs snapped shut when she felt the first hit.

"Spread your legs or I'll do it for you and whip your pussy raw," I snarled after taking my cock out of her throat once more.

Cindy obeyed, albeit almost trembling when doing so. I didn't care, she was fully mine to use.

I buried myself deep into her throat again and flicked the crop on her clit once again causing her legs to snap shut.

She caught herself and didn't close them fully, fearing I'd go through with my threat.

I gradually formed a rhythm, fucking her throat and whipping her clit and pussy until the skin was red. She would have trouble sitting, but actions have consequences and she clearly didn't think things through.

Cindy's yelps and gagging noises, coupled with the squelching sound that came from her throat were nothing new for that room, yet hearing my whores in pain or pleasure always had a stimulating effect on me.

I began going faster and deeper and with one last thrust I emptied myself right into her stomach as she gurgled, bubbles of saliva coating her face and most of my damp crotch.

Looking down at her I could still see the outline of my cock in her throat, and as much as the sight was new for me, I had to back out.

Cindy rolled over while gasping for air. Saliva leaked out of her gaping mouth mixing with some of my cum, her makeup smeared due to the tears she shed when my cock ravaged her throat.

In that moment she truly looked like a cheap, one-time-use whore ready to be discarded.

"Thank you Master..." She whispered, her voice having a radically different tone.

I nodded, pulled my pants back up and left her there to regain composure. She would be out of commission for a while, or at least most of her holes would be.

Chapter Three

I was expecting to hear back from Emily sooner or later.

She didn't wait much, it seemed. Just a couple weeks after storming out of my office claiming I had been drugging my girls she called me back, her tone completely different.

"I'm sorry about the way I acted, doctor," She apologized, her voice muddied by the phone.

"It's fine, I understand your concerns," I replied, taking on a fatherly tone. My plan was almost complete.

"I looked like an idiot at the lab, barging in with a multivitamin thinking it was some kind of psychoactive drug. Half of the staff laughed at me..."

"Everybody makes mistakes. Now let's put this behind us, shall we?"

"Yes, absolutely. Sorry I bothered you."

"Don't worry about it. Oh, and one doctor to the soon-to-be other, remember to take your vitamins!" I joked, hoping she hadn't thrown the pill away.

"I will, I will. Goodbye, doctor."

Emily hung up before I could reply, though she didn't seem too upset by the time the call ended.

Regardless, I now had one more confirmation that the pills were in fact nothing more than vitamin supplements - so why were the girls behaving like that? Gifted horse aside, it was an interesting situation.

At that point I also realized there would be no possible way that Emily could join the girls in the harem, seeing how she knew it was just the girl' inner self coming out to play without consequences.

I'll admit I was disappointed, as I wanted to fuck her to hell and back with no breaks. Her body had the kind of curves that would make any man turn their heads and stare in wonder.

The following day started out like any other. A pair of lips on my cock as my alarm, followed by a shower and coffee.

Checking my schedule I noticed it to be free, so I simply sat in my office to wake up properly before burying myself in paperwork.

A couple hours later the intercom rang and upon answering, Sam informed me that Emily wanted to see me.

"Send her up, Sam."

In that moment I didn't know how to feel. Delighted, confused, and most of all excited. Emily had no reason to show up here unless the pill had worked its magic, and I couldn't wait to see if that was the case.

The elevator's "ding" gave away her arrival, and I walked up to my office door to open it for her.

Emily walked out of it, the confidence in her stride seemingly gone. Still impeccably dressed, however. She would make a decidedly fine addition to my harem.

I had to try really hard not to grin or say anything inappropriate, but I somehow managed.

"Emily, what brings you here today?" I queried after ushering her in, closing the door behind us.

Needless to say I took a good hard look at her ass while she made her way to the chair in front of my desk.

We both sat down and began to talk.

"After what happened at the lab, I felt so humiliated..."

"I see, I see." In honesty I didn't care at all, but her body was all I needed to keep my interest piqued.

"I figured that if I couldn't understand what happened to Cindy, there would be no way I could be a..." She trailed off, looking for the word.

"Psychologist?"

"Yes, yes, that," She nodded.

I still wasn't too sure about her intentions, I needed to question her more.

"So what do you want to do?" I queried, shifting in my chair.

"Well Cindy seems happy here..." She trailed off again, her finger curling up around a strand of her dirty-blonde hair.

That meant my plan had worked, or at least it progressed far enough to convince her to take Cindy's lifestyle into consideration.

"The way she talks about you... The things you do to her..."

Emily blushed ever so faintly, almost as if she wanted to give out a "pure" vibe.

"And tell me Emily, do those things excite you?"

"Yes."

"Do they make you feel hot and tingly, deep down?"

"Yes..."

Her voice slowly losing the last shred of determination it once had.

"Did you take the vitamins like I asked you, dear?"

"Yes doctor, of course."

That sealed it. I stood up and circled around the desk to lean on it. I lifted her chin with my hand so that she would look at me, my eyes fixated on hers.

"You are mine now, understood?"

"Yes..." She cooed.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Master."

I let her chin go and grabbed her hand instead, to lead her to my apartment. I would have happily used the Red Room, but it was currently occupied and I would rather claim Emily in the privacy of my bedroom.

She followed me silently, all the way to my apartment and into the bedroom.

I turned to face her and saw her standing there, seemingly happy but not overly so. i didn't mind, most of the other girls were just a tiny bit too bubbly for me, though I still enjoyed their services.

Emily appeared to be very submissive in nature even if it didn't seem like that at first. Regardless, it was exactly what my harem needed.

"Are you sure you want to be like Cindy and the others?"

I asked her, just to be sure.

"Yes Master! I want to be your whore!" She replied, nodding heartily.

"See, you are good for something then!"

I could see her from the reflection in the balcony door. The city always looked the same to me, though admittedly I had that view in front of my eyes for years. It gets stale after a while.

Emily on the other hand seemed captivated by it. She approached the door and opened it, stepping out onto my balcony.

I followed her, my eyes glued to her ass.

"It's windy up there...I like it..." She said, taking in the sights after leaning on the railing.

I wasn't in the mood to talk about the landscape, all I wanted was to finally take her. We both knew it, though I'm assuming she didn't expect me to yank off her pants.

Emily gasped, but spread her legs anyway. I looked up and noticed her blue G-string was completely soaked - Emily loved the attention she received from me, it seemed.

I ripped it apart and dove straight for her pussy, inhaling her scent.

Emily groaned when she felt my tongue slid across her folds, her nectar drenching my face and shirt the more I licked her dripping hole. I sank a couple of fingers inside of her, making sure to hit all the spots she never could reach on her own.

I could tell she was trying to keep quiet, and I could respect that. At the same time, I wanted to make her scream, to make her announce to the world how much of a whore she was.

Alas, my mouth could only do one thing at a time, and as much as Emily's pussy was as delicious as I had imagined, I wanted to make sure she would understand how the games are played around these parts.

I stopped eating her pussy and stood back up, pressing my body against hers. My hands traveled to her blouse and ripped it open only to grab her large breasts and squeeze them as if I wanted to milk her.

I leaned into her ear and whispered "Tell the world how much of a slut you are! Tell them how much you love your Master's cock ravaging your insides! Tell them!"

By the end of that sentence I wasn't whispering anymore, and Emily was in my complete control.

"Yes Master, I will!"

My pants hit the floor, followed immediately after by my boxers. I spread Emily's voluptuous ass to line my aching cock in front of her hole and pushed into her, stopping only when our bodies were touching and I couldn't advance anymore.

She cried out at the sudden invasion, and I'll admit I sighed too. Her pussy was unbearably tight, it seemed to suck me deeper in with every thrust.

I grabbed a handful of her blonde locks and pulled them, so that she would have to look me in the eyes while I ravaged her. Naturally my other hand went to her throat, squeezing it firmly enough to restrict the airflow to her sad excuse of a brain.

"Do you like this cock, whore?" I snarled, my face a mask of lust.

"Yes..." She cooed. I barely heard her over the noises coming from our bodies slapping together.

"Louder!"

"Yes Master!"

"I said louder!" As I said those words I let go of her throat and slapped her clit once before rubbing it furiously.

Emily let out a shrill scream as her hole tightened around my cock, seemingly wanting to strangle it. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and had it not been for me holding her in place she would have fallen to her untimely death.

The orgasm that shook her seemed massive, and I kept feeling her muscles twitch as I mercilessly fucked her tight pussy. She recovered quickly enough however, and like the whore she is, began screaming at the top of her lungs all the filth she kept inside.

"Fuck my cunt Master! Just like that! Do you like how tight this pussy is? It's all for you!"

Her words, belted out for the world to hear, were often interrupted by loud moans or grunts. The headstrong girl that threatened to end my life was gone, replaced by a lascivious whore of a woman who wasn't afraid to profess her love for my manhood.

I have to say the situation was charged with raw sexual energy. I felt the orgasm rise, and I was dead set on unloading my cum deep inside of her tight hole.

"Are you going to cum, Master? Do it inside of me, do it!

Please! Fill my pussy up, fill it!"

My balls tightened, I began pounding her with every ounce of strength in my body.

She got on her tip toes, her mouth touching my ear and whispered "Please Master I need your cum so bad..."

Upon hearing those words, I lost any and all control. I only managed to hold Emily onto my body as her pussy drained my cock. Strings after strings of thick cum sprayed her insides, painting them with my own personal shade of white.

My legs almost gave out, but I managed not to fall.

"Thank you, Master..." She whispered again, swaying her hips. Not long after her tongue found mine and they intertwined, her lower body still moving side to side ever so gently.

She waited for my cock to begin losing its erection and when it slipped out, her hand instantly went down to catch the cum that would leak out of her hole. I watched her push it out and lick her fingers clean - a sight that almost made me hard again.

Once she finished lapping up my cum from her fingers, Emily took my cock into her hungry mouth in its entirety, stopping once her nose reached my crotch.

I felt her lips locked around my shaft as she pulled back, reaching the tip only to swirl her tongue over it.

She eagerly swallowed the mixture of my cum and her juices, and bobbing her head one last time she let my cock fall out of her mouth.

"I'm yours to use, Master. Yours only."

Oh, how the mighty had fallen.