Chapter 3

He was now ready to experiment. He wanted to see how powerful he really was. Could he actually take a submissive away from her dominatrix and dominant? Time for his first purposeful experiment with these powers. Time to kick the tires and see what he could really do if he tried.

He started to grab his boxer briefs off the floor and pull them on before heading downstairs to the kitchen. He stopped and dropped them back on the floor. If he was going to be the master of the house then he wanted his cock ready to be serviced when he ordered his sluts to indulge his fantasies. He entered the kitchen naked. He almost had a moment of regret about what he was going to do to the woman he called mother. The woman who saved him from a life of foster care or institutions. Then he remembered that while she had indeed adopted him nineteen years ago, ten years ago when he needed her the most and every day since she’d failed him.

While Silas Masters had belittled and beaten him for the last ten years. While her husband and the elders of her church had spit on him, whipped him, calling him demon-possessed, evil seed, and worse. The woman who called herself his mother had stood aside and allowed it. She’d never once tried to stop the abuse. Since the day he was injured, she’d not made one caring motherly act toward him. Instead, she had acted like the submissive, obedient slut she claimed to be. On top of that, she looked like a MILF wet dream. Could he break his father’s hold on her? Could he destroy Carol’s claim that Janice was her everything? Could he make Carol Masters into his submissive obedient mommy-slut? He wasn’t sure he could but damn if he wasn’t going to give it his best.

“Hey Mom, what’s for dinner?”

Carol looked up at her son and then back at the vegetables she was cutting. “I have sticky rice in the rice cooker and in about fifteen minutes, I’ll do shrimp stir-fry to go with it.”

Greg looked and noticed she had the wok and coconut oil out. Carol was very health conscious because of her job, which included dealing with sick people all day, so she used the healthiest ingredients she could when she cooked for our family. But he had another idea of what he could use that coconut oil for and it made his already rising manhood to become diamond hard and leaking in a millisecond. He looked her in the eye and took the knife from her hands. With a push of his power he said. “Sit down. We need to talk.”

She couldn’t refuse to do what he said, so she walked over to the table and sat. “Can’t this wait, Greg? I really need to get the food ready to fry.”

“Don’t worry about dinner. It will wait. Things are about to change around here, Mom.”

Her face wrinkled in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You have to know that Janice cannot get Dad out of jail. He attacked and raped the Pastor. They have his DNA. He’s probably going to prison for a long time. Even if he doesn’t go to prison, he’s going to end up in a mental institution. What he did was criminal or insane.”

Mom shook her head. “Mistress will get Master out.”

Greg stood and walked over, pulling a chair up beside the one his Mom was in, and took her head in his hands firmly, holding her so she had to look into his eyes. She couldn’t look anywhere else. With a push, he used his powers on her. “Mom, look deep into my eyes and don’t look away. I’m going to tell you some truths. When you hear them, you will know they are the truth. Then I will ask you to repeat what I say, and you will do so.

As you repeat it, you will feel the truths sink deep inside you. They will become truer to you each time you repeat them. You are going to repeat each truth seven times. By the time you repeat each one five times, you’ll know they are the truth all the way to your soul. By the seventh time, you won’t even remember when they weren’t the truth. Tell me what is going to happen.”

His mom licked her lips, which she often did when she was nervous. “You are going to tell me some truths. When I hear each truth, I will know it is the truth. You will ask me to repeat it and as I repeat the truth, It will sink deep inside my soul. By the time I’ve repeated it five times, I’ll know beyond a doubt it’s the truth. By the seventh time repeating it, I won’t remember it wasn’t always the truth.”

I smiled at her. “Good girl. Now here is the first truth. Silas is not your master. He is weak and you don’t belong to him.”

Mom groaned and tried to shake her head. “Repeat it, mom.”

Her mouth worked a few times before haltingly, she said. “Silas i-i-i-is not my M-m-m-master. He is weak and I do-don-don’t belong to him.”

I smiled at her. “Good Girl, say it again.”

“Silas is not my M-m-master. He is weak and I don’t be-belong to him.”

“Again,”

A tear ran down her face as she repeated the phrase for the third time. She repeated it with anger the fourth time and the fifth time. At six I watched as the anger faded to calm again and the final time she had no emotional response at all. I smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “Good Girl Mom. Now tell me, who is your Master?”

Mom looked at me and said, “What are you talking about? I don’t have a Master silly boy.”

I hid my smile. “But I thought you told me you are a natural submissive and had to have someone to control you.”

“I am, but I don’t have a master. I have my Mistress, Janice.”

“That’s right, I forgot. Are you ready? Here is the next truth, Mom. You’re going to do the same thing with this new truth as last time. Do you understand?

She nodded. “Yes, I understand.”

Greg smiled. Good girl here is the next truth: Janice is not your Mistress. She gave you up after college. You have no mistress.”

Mom gasped and started shaking her head. “No, that’s not true. Janice is my Mistress.”

So removing Janice as her mistress was going to be more difficult than removing Silas. That made sense, in a way, since both his Dad and Mom were subservient to Janice. But he remembered reading an article about how the military broke people’s will in black site prisons. He knew with his powers he could force his mom to say the phrases and get her to accept the truths. But he was experimenting and wanted to try another way.

“Mom, when you repeat the truths I tell you, something wonderful happens. You will feel sexually aroused. With each repetition, you will grow more aroused and get closer to having a powerful orgasm. If you try not to repeat them, you will experience pain like when you gave birth to Charlotte and it will get worse and worse until you repeat the truth. Now here is the truth. ‘Janice is not your Mistress. She gave you up after college. You have no mistress.’ Now repeat it for me.”

Once again, she shook her head, and then she grabbed her belly and groaned. After about a minute, she was shaking, and her face turned white. “All you have to do to make the pain go away and have pleasure take its place is to repeat the truth, Mom. Say it; ‘Janice is not my Mistress. She gave me up after college. I have no mistress.’”

Ccarol tried to resist another second, and then, as the pain grew unbearable, she screamed. “JANICE IS NOT MY MISTRESS. SHE GAVE ME UP AFTER COLLEGE I HAVE NO MISTRESS!”

Instantly, the pain was gone; and Greg could see by her biting her lip and the way her nipples hardened in her top that she was feeling the arousal. “Say it again and feel the pleasure increase.”

“Janice is not my Mistress. OH! OH GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD! She gave me up after college. I have no Mistress. MMM SO GOOD!” Her hand wandered down to her pussy. But He reached out and held her hand. “No touching mom. Repeat your truth.”

She repeated it a third time, moaning, and he could see the crotch of her sweatpants dampen. The fourth time she repeated it, she was soaked, and the smell of her arousal was strong in the kitchen. Repeating it the fourth time, she was trying to hump the air, looking for anything to satisfy her need to cum, she was panting and sweating. “OH GOD I NEED TO CUM I NEED TO CUM SO BAD!

Greg looked at her and smirked. The seventh time she was gasping on the razor’s edge of her orgasm. He pushed again. “I’m going to ask you a question Mom and when you answer it you will have one of the strongest orgasms in your life. Where’s the question, Mom, who is your Mistress?”

Carol was still moaning and groaning. “I don’t have a Mistress. Janice gave me up after college.” She exploded in orgasm at that last declaration and screamed. “I’M CUMMING OH MY GOD GREG! I’M CUMMING SO HARD.’ When she came down into her afterglow Greg moved on.

“I thought you were a natural submissive if you don’t have a Mistress who tells you what to do?”

Carol tried to think through the haze of her post-orgasmic afterglow. “I don’t know. I guess I need to find myself one. Why I haven’t got a Master or Mistress, Greg? I need to have one!”

Greg smiled. This was perfect. She was being changed with every single repetition of the things he was telling her. Just one more and she would be his and begging him to take her and use her. He would own her heart and soul and then he’d make her worship everything he’d do to her. He pushed again with his next statement. “Well, I have one more truth to tell you, Mom and this time as you repeat it, your arousal will double each time. But you won’t be able to cum. The seventh time you repeat this truth, you will be desperate to cum. But you can’t. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

I smiled at her. “Good Girl here is your last truth. “Greg is my Master. He is the only one I obey. Your Master, Greg, is the most important person in the world. You live to please him. You will die to protect him. You worship Greg and want only to be his perfect Submissive Mommy-Slut, that’s what you exist to do. It’s all you exist to do.”

I didn’t even have time to tell her to repeat it before she was moaning it out. “Greg is my Master. He is the only one I obey. My Master Greg is the most important person in the world to me and I live to please him. I will die to protect him. Worshiping Greg and wanting only to be his perfect Submissive Mommy-Slut, is my reason for existing. It’s all I exist to do.”

The second time she repeated it, she was vibrating with need. The third repetition had her standing and pulling at her clothes. The fourth time, she stripped naked and kneeled at his feet. Then, on her fifth, she was reaching for him. The sixth time she had even begged him to let her cum. “Greg is my Master. He is the only one I obey. My Master Greg is the most important person in the world to me and I live to please him. I will die to protect him. Worshiping Greg and wanting only to be his perfect Submissive Mommy-Slut, that’s my reason for existing. It’s all I exist to do.” She looked up at him and reached out like she wanted to touch him but knew he hadn’t given her permission. “Please Master, let your submissive mommy-slut cum. I need to cum for you, Master. Please let me cum.”

Greg reached out and put his hand on her head, stroking her hair. He’d done it. He’d broken her, stripped her away from Silas and Janice, and turned her into his submissive slut. His loyal, worshipful, Mommy-slut. He looked up to see his sister standing in the doorway to the kitchen; she smiled at him. “Master, you have turned Mommy into your slut too?”