Chapter 11

“Damn, you outdid yourself yet again, Aunt Tessa, on the breakfast. A Denver omelet.wow ... that thing was huge, too! Hash browns, bacon, slices of tomatoes, and those damn good crepes of yours ... wow!” I praised my Aunt Tessa, who was also my favorite lover, to the skies.

“And to think, this here man once had access to my cooking often, but never appreciated me as he should, did he?” Aunt Tessa taunted Daryl Matthews, her ex-husband.

“Look, I’m sorry, for the thousandth time! I just ... I wish that we had never met, that’s all. We’d all be better-off that way. I wish that I could just leave and forget you all. I want to be free and just ... disappear!” Daryl snapped inside his mind, where only Aunt Tessa and I could hear him telepathically yet.

“Hmm ... well, I’m not the victim of your abuse. That’s your ex-wife’s call there. I’ll let her decide that entirely on her own. Whatever she opts to do, but for now, you remain here, an impotent slave, doing my bidding, hers, and that of all others,” I asserted through telepathy while drinking my coffee with gusto.

“I favor a path to redemption, but not an easy one. My ex will have to work his way back into my good graces, one trial at a time. He must serve us ... for a year and a day. After that year and a day, I will determine his fate, whether or not he has earned or atoned his way back to my favor at all. Does this sound fair to you, my King?” Aunt Tessa proposed, causing a look of utter resignation and defeat to appear on Daryl’s face.

“Sounds fair to me, but then, I’m not as given to despair as your ex here, I think,” I alluded to his facial expressions.

“He’ll get over it, methinks,” Aunt Tessa reassured me, even as she poured a little amaretto into my coffee with a wink.

“Of course he will!” I blurted suddenly, as the idea struck me.

I suddenly had a flash of lightning in my mind and went with it. I reconfigured my former uncle’s mind to new specifications, causing him to lose all of his jealous, possessive, rage, controlling thoughts and simply accept that Aunt Tessa loved me instead of him. The expression on his face suddenly changed from a miserable one to a more content and satisfied one, especially after I put some amaretto in his cup, too. I was loathe to do that to just anyone, to this extent at least, but this guy was in bad need of psychosexual renovation, so I gave it to him.

He was literally a new guy entirely and I changed his memory so that he didn’t know his former name at all. I implanted him in the idea that he was Argos Smithson, a name that I invented myself. Since he was naked and had no access to his wallet at the moment, my task was much easier there. I would have his new identity “confirmed” for him once I was in power.

For now, he was still a kept man. I also told Aunt Tessa my plans telepathically, and she agreed that as a new person, he should get a clean slate. He would still need “guidance” for now, since he had no memory of any important details of his life due to me wiping his mind that way. He was totally dependent upon us now. I also enabled his larynx and his genitals again, so he was no longer impotent or mute.