Sklavin Waldtraud

So here’s the thing. You never actually set out to have a harem. I mean sure, ask most guys if they’d like five super hot women who thought that your cum was literally god’s gift to them and they’d say hell yes. But they aren’t gonna try to make one of their own. It’s not like I set out to do that. It just kinda happened.

Jenni on the left was my girlfriend. She was that girl that everyone always felt was out of their league. Everyone just figured she was untouchable so they left her alone. Kinda gave off an ice queen vibe. She thought she was ugly, because if she was pretty, why wasn’t anyone asking her out? Then I did. She was like a puppy in her happiness.

Jenni had little real sexual experience but a healthy sexy drive. One day I found her tumblr account. All about bimbos and trophy wives. Looking like she’d die of embarrassment when she saw me looking at it. I made her sit on my lap and pointed out some of my posts she had reblogged. Telling her I had a hypnosis fetish that seemed to line up with hers.

We went slowly at first. Making her more comfortable wearing attractive clothing. Making her more eager to please in bed. Occasionally indulging in some mind melting play. I made sure to mix in edging, at least two hours a day. And made sure she had spending money for pretty lingerie to wear around the house.

Well one day her friend Tiffany noticed her implants and Jenni told her about our new games in bed. Threats to call the cops. Screaming. Hysterics. So for her, Jenni pinned her down and I put the headphones from Jenni’s iPhone in her ears. After the first two loops, she stopped struggling. After the sixth loop she was pliant. Turns out she was a closet submissive. She wasn’t so much angry at me, as longing to be my slut too.

Now honestly, as a guy, I was pretty pleased with myself. Two girls who thought anal was how they should be used. Getting a neck massage while getting a blow job. Hell, two girls blowing me at once. Best of all, they kept each other company for mind numbing shit like Dancing With The Stars. I could watch the game in the other room and a giggling happy girl bring me a beer. I thought I was in heaven.

But unorthodox living arrangements draw attention. And it didn’t take long for my boss at work to put 1+1+1 together and realize I had two women. She tried to blackmail me with my morals clause. Pointing out that anything other then a one woman, one man relationship was against my contract. Sure, I get it’s odd but I asked her if I didn’t have two girls but a guy named Steve, would I be in trouble?

Her yes answer got her an email that hijacked her computer. The next day she put a sign on her door saying she had conference calls all day while I wiped her mind. Just emptied it. At the end of the day, when I went into her office, she was making happy little mewing noises. When I brought her home, both girls agreed that one less homophobe in the world was a public service.

I trained her as a mouth only slut. Some times when the other girls are feeling a little bitchy, they will take her head smother her with their cunts for my amusement. While I make the other girls edge daily and come weekly, I only let my former boss cum every six months. And only after she’s made the other two girls cum at least twice and after getting my load in her mouth.

I honestly don’t know how Kimberly ended up in my harem. My girls found her as a stray and she just seems to trigger a protective instinct. She’s naturally dumber then my other girls but loves sex. For her, happiness is kneeling by my side, wearing a cheerleader outfit, cheering when I do to remind me she doesn’t own any panties. During commercial breaks she loves to ride my cock.

And the last girl? Well that’s Andrea. And how she got into my harem is a story for another time.

i would love to be this immobile

Anni was making sure she was all perfect. Her man would be home soon and after seeing all of those frumpy women at the office, he deserved to see something beautiful, something he had created. The memory of being one of those frumpy girls rose up to the surface and made her feel slightly ill. She couldn’t believe how much she didn’t care back then.

Oh, sure she complained about how hard it was to be a girl. But when winter came, she always saw it as an excuse to stop shaving her legs. The thought of her master having to feel hair legs made her whimper a little. But now she was a good girl. Her master had seen that little spark in her. He caught her looking at Vogue one day when she was supposed to be working on a spreadsheet.

“You look at those beautiful women and want to be one of them, don’t you?” His soft voice surprising her as she cringed, expecting to be yelled at. Blushing as she looked down and away.

“Yes.” Her voice tiny, trying to hide in her seat.

“It’s alright. I can tell you like it when you do your job right, but you worry that I will figure out your an imposter.” His hand lifting up her chin, making her look up into his eyes. His dark hazel eyes making her feel pinned in place as she gives out a little whimper. “No, no need to answer. I can see it in your eyes. You will report to my office for special assignments every day.

And it began. He controlled what lingerie she work. Making her throw out her comfortable cotton panties and giving her the money for proper lingerie. Forcing her to groom herself properly. Checking to make sure her legs and cunt were smooth. Making her work out. To lose that little bit of chubbiness she had.

She could see the changes in her. Her body becoming toned and tight. Her lingerie making her feel pretty. Her make up done flawlessly. Then he started with the hypnosis. Putting her under as he reshaped her mind. And she loved it. Anni never realized she could be so happy. Even her coworkers noticed how bright and cheerful she was.

But that lead the frumpy women to attack her. To make mean comments. To try to tear down her happiness. That’s where master saved her again. Telling her she was moving in with him. Sending the movers to pack up her things. Taking care of her lease. Telling her she’d become a trophy wife soon. Hiring a wedding planner for Anni didn’t have to worry about the details.

“Master saved me from being a frumpy old bitch. I will be the best trophy wife I can be.” Speaking the words aloud banished away all of the sad memories of having to deal with mean women. Now all of her friends where happy little bimbos like her. She couldn’t wait to have them at the wedding.

But now it was time to make sure Master’s drink was ready for him and give him his hello blow job when he came in the door. One of her favorite parts of the day.