Chapter 1

"My car tires were slashed and so I had to take the bus to college," Tim told Patrick.

"So I guess she did this to you, huh," Patrick said to Tim.

"Yup," Tim said.

Tim picked up his beer glass and sipped from it. Both boys were Blond German American college students, who were having a drink inside McDonalds not far away from their college. They were studying in a college in Los Angeles.

As for who slashed Tim's car tires, it was his Brunette Persian-American girlfriend whom he had broken up with. Her name was Nita (short for Anahita). Nita was known for her grievances with some other college students. One day a student named George spread bad rumours about her (he was right to do so as she got on his nerves with her known bitchiness) and one night she threw rotten eggs on his car. Tim knew that she had to be the one behind his car tires being slashed. It was his fault for not having taken precautions.

Patrick sipped his glass beer too. About 3 months ago, Patrick too broke up with his girlfriend and she was also a bitchy LA type Persian American girl who wore a lot of make up, smoked a lot, dressed up in mini skirts and not really a Muslim. Her name was Soraya and she did the same thing to Patrick ie slashed his car tires.

After McDonalds both college boys went to a casino and each lost $20. After 7PM, they went back to Tim's place. Tim only lived with 2 other male housemates, also of Teutonic stock. They also ordered pizza.

"Man that really sucks," Albert laughed.

"I guess we all have the same experience huh," Sasha said.

Tim, Patrick, Sasha and Albert were all eating pizza by the wooden table in the living room, watching television. Sasha and Albert were Tim's housemates and he told them what happened this morning as both boys had their own time schedule and went to class in their own separate good time. They too had Persian American girlfriends whom they broke up with, roughly two to three months ago. All 4 boys now had the same experience since Tim's car tires were slashed only yesterday.

The 4 boys were not just merely Blond. They were also doing some athletics for the college too.

"Man this pizza really tastes great," Albert enjoying his cheese-salami slice.

"Tell me about it. This is the first time their pizza tastes really really great," Tim smiled

He was digging in for another slice. The boys ordered pizza from their local Domino's and their pizza only had a peculiar taste. Tonight it tasted like it was out-of-this-world.

"I guess they got a new chef," Patrick smiled.

Then their door bell was ringing.

DING DONG

"I'll get it," Tim offered.

Tim got up and walked towards the hallway that led to the front door. When Tim opened his front door, there stood Nita. She was only a head shorter than Tim with her brown hair and brown eyes.

"Nita??" Tim was surprised.

"Did you enjoy your pizza Tim," Nita said.

She said, not asked. She also had a wicked smile on her pale face.

Oh no, Tim thought.

Tim gulped.

He knew she was scrupulous but did not know that apart from slashing his car tires, that she would be further spying on him that entire day.

"I let the pizza delivery guy deliver pizza to your place but not before I put some of my own magic spices on it," Nita smiled.

Either she bribed the delivery guy or threatened him, Tim thought.

"Remember when I told you that I knew magic and you told me that I was so funny. How about a demonstration now," Nita said.

Tim remembered Nita telling him that she practised magic with wiccans and did magic spells with some other girlfriends of hers but thought nothing of it.

"Listen Nita..." Tim was about to speak.

"From now on you will do as I say and refer to me as Mistress. You are my slave and only live to serve me as my personal slave," Nita told him.

Suddenly some compulsion from Tim's jaw forced him to speak.

"Yes Mistress. I am your obedient slave," Tim responded.

Tim guessed that whatever it was she sprinkled on their pizza, it was going to make him ( and probably the other 3 German Americans with him) obey the first person they saw.

The second thing in his mind was that none of this would have happened if he hadn't broken up with her. If she wasn't such a dominating bitch, he wouldn't have broken up with her.

"Now let us walk to your lounge ... slave," Nita ordered.

"Yes Mistress," Tim responded meekly.

He was afraid for what she had planned for him and friends.

They walked to the living room, and the 3 other boys were all equally surprise to see Nita there.

"Enjoying your pizzas boys. Don't worry boys. I sprinkled something in your food. As of tonight you are all my slaves and will not speak unless spoken to," Nita told Patrick, Albert and Sasha.

Sasha was about to get up.

"Sit down slave. None of you will move unless I tell you to or allow you to. You shall do nothing to harm me. You shall always be obedient and loyal," Nita screamed at Sasha.

Sasha remained seated. He gulped. They all felt powerless.

"Each of you has committed a crime against a fellow Persian sister," Nita looked at Tim who stood by her side and then at the other 3.

The only reason why all 4 boys broke up with their girlfriends was because their girlfriends were thrift spenders and dominating and bitchy, and always wanted to go out partying.

Nita took out her cell phone, sped-dialled a number and waited for a response from the other party.

"Ok be here in ten minutes," Nita said.

Nita hung up.

Fifteen minutes later, the door bell rang and Nita answered it. When she came back to the living room, all 4 German American boys saw whom their guests were.

It was the ex girlfriends of Patrick, Sasha and Albert. It was Soraya. The names of the other two were Jazmin and Shermane. Jazmin was Sasha's ex girlfriend. Shemane was Albert's ex girlfriend.

Nita knew all the girls Tim's 3 other friends had dated and so could arrange for all of them to be here. It wasn't hard since they were all Persians anyways.

"Now I want all you Blond boys to come and kneel before me," Nita commanded.

"Yes Mistress," all 4 athletic boys said in unison.

The 4 boys went in front of Nita and then dropped down on their knees, like slaves about to prostate. Nita could see fear on their eyes.

"As of tonight you Blond boys are no longer free men. From this night forth you will all be German slaves to your new Mistresses. Each of you will have a Persian Mistress. Is that understood!" Nita barked at them as if they were nothing but cattle.

"Yes Mistress," all 4 boys answered in their scared monotone.

"Soraya come here," Nita called out to Soraya.

Soraya stood next to Nita, who stood before a kneeling Patrick.

"Is this the one?" Nita asked Soraya.

Soraya stared at Patrick, nodding her head in anger and bitterness. Soraya couldn't control herself. She grabbed Patrick by his Blond hair, angrily yanking it.

"You bastard," Soraya sounding hysterical.

"Soraya calm down," Nita said.

Nita grabbed Soraya's arm which was holding onto Patrick's hair.

"There will be time for all this but please stop now," Nita pleaded.

Soraya looked from Patrick to Nita, then let go of Patrick.

"I know you are hurting inside but you need to be patient my sister. Soon he will be your slave and you can do whatever it is that you want with him. Ok," Nita said.

Nita then hugged Soraya and then let go.

"What is your name slave?" Nita asked Patrick.

"I am Patrick Mistress," Patrick answered.

"Patrick I want you to look Soraya in the eye," Nita commanded.

"Yes Mistress," Patrick answered.

Patrick looked towards Soraya. His blue eyes were matching against her brown ones. Patrick looked scared and Soraya looked angry at him.

"Patrick. From now on Soraya is your Mistress. You shall always call her Mistress and obey only her," Nita giving him her final commands.

Patrick stared at his new mistress.

"Who am I?" Soraya asked Patrick in a barking tone.

"You are my Mistress," Patrick answered in a fearful tone.

"Good," Soraya smiled wickedly. "Just to let you know we are not through."