Chapter 4

Janice’s eyes widened with disbelief as against her wishes her body obeyed Greg, and she started removing her clothes. She looked back at him now with fear and confusion instead of anger. For the first time he saw in her mind that she was thinking Greg might actually have been right, and she wasn’t the dominant Mistress she thought she was. Greg saw her thoughts and knew that her complete surrender to him was going to be fun.

He walked over to Janice and patted her on the head. “That’s a good girl, Janice, you’re going to be a very good submissive slut.”

Then he stared into her eyes again and pushed. “From now on, when I say you are a good girl, you will instantly become aroused and need me to stick my cock in you. You hate that it arouses you, and you will try to fight it. The harder you fight your arousal, the more you need my cock in one of your three slut holes.”

The fear in her mind actually excited Greg. Finally, he wasn’t the one everyone could whip on. Now he was the one cracking the whip. “I’m going to release your body in a moment, Janice, but you will not try to leave this room. You also will not attempt to harm me or anyone else in this house. I’ll let you speak again, too, but you will not yell or scream. Please speak calmly and in a normal tone of voice. There should be no attempt to communicate with anyone outside this room. You can now move and talk.”

Just as he expected, Janice reached down to get her clothes. He pushed at her again. “You will not dress or cover yourself, slut. Take a seat on the couch.”

Janice stopped picking up her clothes and walked over and sat on the couch. “How are you doing this?”

Greg smiled at her. “That’s a good girl, Janice.” He watched as she fought against the need to have his cock inside her. He decided to answer her question. “I told you, Janice, I control you. I’m a true Master and all the submissive sluts must obey me.”

She was panting with need, and the smell of her desire was permeating the air. “Oh, God.” She finally broke and reached for Greg’s throbbing cock as she hissed. “Fuck me, you bastard!”

He stepped back out of her reach, laughing. “You are not in control here, slut. If you need something from me, you will beg me for what you need. You don’t command.”

She pulled her hand back and gritted her teeth, trying not to do as he said. Again, he laughed at her. “You can’t win, slut. But please keep resisting. It will make your surrender even sweeter. Now, I’m going to ask you some questions and you cannot do anything but answer them fully and honestly. You can’t lie or even try to misdirect me.”

Janice groaned and started rubbing her clit, trying to get relief. Greg pushed into her mind as I ordered her. “No touching yourself, slut.”

Her hand moved away from her hot button, and she finally broke. “Oh, God! Greg, please fuck me. I need it! I can’t stand it anymore. Shove your cock in me. Please shove it in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I don’t care where, just fuck me!”

“Why should I?”

“What? What do you mean, why should you?”

Why should I grace you with my cock? You don’t belong to me. Remember, you’re the big bad Mistress. How many submissive sluts, besides my mom and dad, do you have anyway?”

“Five, I have five other submissive sluts.”

“Five, so seven with mom and dad. One for every day of the week. Who are they?”

“My doorman Jim, his daughter Lindsey, my P.A. Lauren, Barbie, and Amber, both of which are students at the community college. Please, Greg, I can hardly think. Please stick your cock in one of my holes.”

“Not until you admit that you’re my submissive slut, not a dominatrix.”

“But I am a dominatrix. Maybe I’m a switch, like Silas.”

“You aren’t a switch. I’ll prove it to you. Which of your female sluts is the prettiest?”

“Barbie, without a doubt. She could be a centerfold.”

“Then let’s have a contest. If, in my presence, you can control Barbie and get her to lick your cunt then, I will admit you are a switch and stick my cock in any hole you want. I’ll even give you back control of Mom. But only if you win.”

“Give me my phone.”

Greg sighed and shook his head. “You don’t command here, Janice. If you want something, I have told you how to get it.”

She glared at him, and he was loving the strength of her will. It would make her surrender much sweeter when it came. And it would come. He would use just enough of his new power to break her actual will. “I can’t call Barbie without my phone. So give me my phone.”

Greg looked at Janice and smiled. “Again you try to command and what has it gotten you? You sit here cooking in your own arousal because you can’t bring yourself to ask for me to fuck you. You demand your phone and yet I have no reason to obey you. I am the master of this place. You can call Barbie, or keep resisting me and not call her - it makes no difference to me. I’m aware of what’s going to happen.

“In my presence, your supposed sluts won’t even notice you. The true Dominant in the room will attract their attention. I will be the sole object of their attention, so they won’t see or hear you. If you’re up for the challenge of proving me wrong, ask me for your phone and call her. This test is meant for you, not for me.”

Janice ground her teeth yet again. At this rate, she was going to need to see her dentist for a broken tooth. Greg watched the fight in her head. Part of her wanted him to fuck the living shit out of her, thanks to the command he had given her and his refusal yet to stick his dick in any of her holes. She knew she was beautiful, so why wasn’t the little shit jumping at the chance to fuck her? Part of her wanted to get dressed, grab Carol by her hair and drag her back to her penthouse and punish the little slut for leaving her. Then the competitive part of her wanted to squash Greg like a bug. But there was a growing part of her that wondered why she was obeying him? Could Greg be right? Was she a submissive and not a dominatrix? In the end, it was her need to know that finally won. “Please, may I have my phone to call Barbie, Greg?”

He looked at his Mom, who was still on her knees where he’d left her. “Mommy-Slut, get Janice’s phone and take it to her. Then you can come sit beside me.”

“Yes, Master.”

Carol walked over to Janice’s clothes and pulled her cell phone out of her blazer pocket. Then she walked over and gave it to her former Mistress. Janice took the phone and smiled at Mom. “I’ll have you soon, my pet.”

“I am not your pet. I belong to my Master only. You’ll be licking his cum off me soon, bitch.”

His mom walked over and sat at his side on the floor where he stood. She wrapped her hand around his leg, moving up toward his hard cock. Greg looked down at her while Janice dialed her submissive and ordered her to come to our house. “Mommy-Slut, you can worship my cock, but do not make me cum or I will punish you.”

“Yes, Master, thank you Master for letting me worship your magnificent cock.”

She took him in her hand and stroked his length. Her other hand reached out and fondled his balls. Before long, she was on her knees sucking Greg’s dick and slowly swirling her tongue over the head again and again. Not like she was trying to get him off, but lovingly, worshipfully. The whole time Janice was watching and moaning. Begging him to stick his hard dick in her and give her the relief she needs.

After about thirty minutes, the doorbell rings. Greg stopped his mom and pulled on his sleep pants and a T-shirt. “That would be your slut. Janice. I’ll just go show her to the room.” He walked to the door of the family room and stopped. “Mommy-Slut, you stay right where you are until I return. While you wait, I want you to finger your pussy and ass and keep telling Janice how much better a master I am than she was ever a mistress.”

“Oh, thank you, Master.”

Carol shoved one hand into her pussy and two fingers of the other one up her ass and started vigorously finger fucking herself. The whole time Greg walked to the door, he could hear her berating Janice for being a fake mistress. He opened the door and his jaw dropped.

In front of Greg was the most gorgeous red-headed woman he’d ever seen. She couldn’t be older than twenty-one and her red hair was hanging down her shoulders in waves of natural curls. Her eyes were as green as emeralds. She was only about five foot five or six and she had on a simple tube dress that barely covered her more than ample breasts and a perfect heart-shaped rear. “Hi, umm, I’m Barbie. I was supposed to meet my, umm, advisor, Janice here.”

Greg had originally planned to just command Barbie to refuse to do what Janice told her, but after looking at her, He wanted this woman on his cock. He locked his eyes on hers and pushed as he spoke to her. “Barbie, I’m Greg. I’m your Master. You’re not under Janice’s ownership anymore. You’re mine and no one else’s. It’s me and me alone that you worship. You have no obligation to anyone but me. You exist solely to serve me.

He hadn’t realized how hard he was pushing until he watched as her thoughts changed. Suddenly all Barbie could think of was worshiping, pleasing, and serving only him. It was wrong, and He knew it, but God damn if he was ever going to let her go. She squealed like she just realized who he was and threw her arms around his neck. “Master, how can I serve you?”

“Barbie, we are going to walk into a family room in a minute. Sitting on the large couch is Janice. When you enter the room, I want you to walk over to her, kneel just out of her reach in front of her and say, ‘I’m here, Mistress, just as you commanded.’ Then, when I walk into the room, you will stay kneeling, but you will instantly turn your head to look at me. You will not take your eyes off of me after that. From then on you will not acknowledge anyone else because you only want to please me.”

“Yes, Master. Shall I get undressed for you?”

Greg laughed, and she giggled. Dear God, the sound of it went straight to his balls, causing them to tighten, wanting to pump this beauty full of his cum. “Not yet. Just do what I told you to do.”

“She pouted but answered. “Oh, Poo! How am I going to get your cock in me if I’m dressed?”

Greg reached down and ran his hand over her breasts, feeling her hard nipples. She moaned at his caress. Then he continued to run his hands down her front to her mound. God, the girl was hairless and not wearing anything under the tube dress. “All in good time, my sweet. Now let’s go put a bitch in her place.”

They walked to the family room, and Greg stopped just outside the door. “Go through that door and do what I told you.”

Barbie reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Yes, my Master.”

Barbie walked through the door and straight over to Janice, stopping about a foot in front of her and falling on her knees. “I’m here, Mistress, just as you commanded.” Greg entered the door on her last word and cleared his throat and instantly the red-headed slut turned her head to look longingly at him.

Greg could see that this pissed Janice off, and she reached out and tried to physically turn the girl’s head. “Look at me, slut, not that boy.”

Barbie ignored her and her head followed him as he walked over to where his Mom was still sitting on the floor. It really frustrated Janice because, as he passed the point where Barbie’s head could turn, she turned her whole body to keep him in her sight. Greg looked at Janice. “This is your chance, Janice. Prove you are at the least a switch. Be a Good Girl and command your slut.”

Janice was all but vibrating with her need for him to stick his dick in her and couldn’t decide if she wanted to beg Greg again to fuck her or win her freedom. Finally, her need won out. “I can’t think! Please, Greg! Please stick your cock in me and fuck me, so this need goes away!”

He could see that she was almost ready to shatter, and he didn’t need her mind broken, just her will. “Come over here, bend over the arm of the couch with your legs spread and your ass held open. I’ll stick my dick in you and give you the relief you need to focus.”

All but racing around to the arm of the loveseat, Janice bent over it with her legs spread just past shoulder length. She grabbed each ass cheek and pulled them apart, exposing her pretty brown outer pussy lips and puckered star. Greg walked up behind her and rubbed my cock head all over her dripping snatch, collecting all the moisture. Janice kept trying to thrust back and bury his cock in her cunt. He smacked her ass hard. “Stand still or I’ll change my mind.”

She stopped moving and whined. “Just fuck me already, so I can think about anything but needing your cock inside me.”

With that admission, Greg grabbed her hip and lined his cock up with her brown pucker, and slammed it inside her tight shithole. It went in about three inches and then stopped as Janice screamed and tightened her ass like a vise. “OWWWW! GOD DAMN YOU!! THAT HURTS!!!”

Greg laughed and pulled His dick almost all the way out and shoved the blood and shit-covered rod deep into her now-violated ass. He pumped it in and out about ten quick times to make sure she knew he’d fucked her ass and then pulled out. “That should do you. I believe you’ll find that the need to have my dick in you is gone.” He walked over to the far side of the couch, with Barbie’s eyes following his every movement, and sat down. “Get on with it, Janice. Prove you are more than a submissive slut. Command your slut here to eat your nasty cunt.”

The anger was back in Janice’s eyes. Between the brutal plunge into her ass, and then demanding she prove herself, she was pissed at him again. She walked over in front of Barbie and looked at the girl. Greg could see the confusion on Janice’s face when Barbie didn’t even acknowledge Janice was standing in front of her. “Barbie, stand up, take off your clothes, and then eat my pussy until I cum.”

Barbie just kept staring at Greg with adoration on her face. Janice reached out to pull her head around, and he pushed a command at her. “Stop. No touching her. That’s force, it’s not domination. Use words to get what you want from your sluts. That’s what a true Dom does. Would you like a demonstration?”

She growled at him and then nodded as she said sarcastically “Oh yes, mighty master, give me a demonstration.” He looked into her eyes as he pushed and said, “Cum so hard you collapse, Janice.”

Janice’s knees gave out, and she collapsed to the floor, as she threw back her head and screamed. “Oh, GOD! OH GOD, I’m CUMING!”

Before she was even finished, He pushed again. “Cum harder than you ever have, Janice.”

She arched almost on her head and toes only and thrust upward “OH NOT AGAIN!! I’M CUMING AGAIN! NEVER CUM THIS HARD!!!! HOW?? HOW CAN YOU MAKE ME DO THIS??? FUCK ME!! I’M STILL CUMMING!!! WHY CAN’T I STOP CUMING??

Then she ran out of words and just kept screaming and spasming for a full three minutes.

“You see Janice, you aren’t a Dom, you’re just a submissive fighting her nature. See what a true Dom can do.” He pushed at his mom. “Mommy-slut, cum harder than you ever have in your life right now for me.”

His Mom screamed and shook as her cum started shooting across the room in a steady stream, splashing off the still-recovering Janice. Just because Greg could, and to further humiliate Janice, He looked at Barbie. “Barbie, cum for me now!”