Magic and leather
Deep in the lower reaches of the
museum archives, a lowly grad student was searching the stacks. Row by row, Ana
browsed through the dusty old tomes, some of them thousands of years old.
Ana’s thesis was on Eastern European
paganism during the 9th century. Her supervisor, the renowned Professor
Elizabeth Connelly, had told her that she needed a book from the archives to
complete her thesis, though Ana suspected that it was really because the
Professor wanted the book for her own upcoming publication. It seemed the real
work of a grad student was to do the scut work of the professors. Supposedly,
the book was akin to a pagan bible, containing a collection of Slovenian pagan
beliefs and rules.
Ana found the book near the bottom
row of the stacks, almost hidden away in a corner. The book was quite heavy,
bound in black leather. She lifted it up and placed it on a table. The front
cover was completely blank, just black leather. She opened the book to find the
parchment inside surprisingly well maintained. Alongside medieval drawings of
pentagrams and magical beasts, the book was filled with ink writings in Old
Slovenian. Ana could not read Old Slovenian, but she had a language codex in
her dorm room. she took pictures of each of the book’s pages, then returned the
book back to its place.
Back at her apartment, Ana
printed out the pictures of the book pages and started translating the Old
Slovenian into English. It was a long process, nearly three hours to translate
one page, but Ana persisted. She was quickly able to surmise though that the
book was not the pagan bible she was hoping for. Instead, it turned out to be
something even more unique, a spell book. The book was a compendium of eastern
European pagan spells and other magical concoctions. Ana was fascinated by all
of them. There were spells for cursing your enemies, for curing
disease, and for purposes still unknown to her.
After a week of translating, she
tried to show her advisor what she had done but Professor Connelly was always
too busy. Being the university’s eminent academic on medieval history and the
wife of the chancellor meant that Elizabeth was often away from her office at
some event or fundraiser. Since Ana was also Elizabeth’s teaching assistant,
that meant that a lot of Elizabeth’s actual academic work fell to her. There
was a second teaching assistant, Rachel Anderson, but she rarely helped, as the
stuck-up rich girl had only gotten the job thanks to her parents’ connections.
Ana lived in an apartment with two
girls who also studied/worked at the university, Pauline and Georgia. Pauline
was a fitness junkie who spent a lot of her free time either running or at the
gym. She was a tomboy from Texas who kept her hair short and never wore skirts
or dresses. Despite campus rumours, Pauline was in fact not a lesbian and had a
boyfriend. Georgia was a very sweet and bubbly girl who was also very
religious, doing her PhD on Christian theology. Ana got along with them well
enough, though she did find herself doing most of the housework. She also found
that Georgia, while well meaning, could be at times quite judgemental. Her
conservative upbringing had led her to look upon Ana’s secular lifestyle with
disdain.
After another day of translating the
spell book and having her work ignored, Ana was in her bedroom looking over a
few of the spells. On a whim she decided to see what would happen if she tried
to conjure one of them. She picked a spell that was meant to increase the
length and volume of one’s hair. Ana’s hair had always been ratty and difficult
to manage so she usually kept it short, currently being in a pixie cut. She
wondered what it would be like to have the proper long hair that girls often
dreamed about. She read out the incantation, but nothing happened. At first,
she figured it was simply because magic did not exist. Then she remembered how
earlier in the book it stated that to cast a spell one must be tightly garbed
in a certain kind of clothing, specifically leather. Ana did not own any
leather clothing, but luckily her roommate Pauline did. Ana figured she might
as well try so she snuck into Pauline’s room and grabbed one of her leather
jackets. Ana tried it on and found the material quite heavy and overly
cumbersome on her. She did have to admit that she looked good in the jacket
though, a lot tougher than she usually looked.
Now garbed in leather, Ana once again
tried the spell. She read out the incantation as clearly as possible. At first
nothing happened, but then she felt her scalp tingle. She rushed to the mirror
and saw her hair grow. From its ratty pixie cut, her hair fell down her back,
becoming luscious and full. Ana was amazed by how great she looked. She was
also surprised by how her hair, originally a lightish brown colour, had turned
completely midnight black. It made Ana look gothic and very unlike herself, but
she enjoyed it. It was a dramatic change, but one that she felt fit her.
Ana tried out a few more spells. One
that made her taller, one that made her lose her pudgy weight, even one that
made her breasts slightly larger. She discovered that all the spells would only
affect her, no one and nothing else, and that they would only work if she wore
leather. the more leather she would wear, the more effective the spell would
be. She borrowed a pair of leather pants from Pauline and, after putting them
on, tried some spells again. With just the jacket, the spell had made her A cup
breasts grew to B cup size, but with the pants as well they became Cs.
‘Finally got breasts worth showing
off,’ she thought to herself.
As much as Ana enjoyed improving
herself magically, she wondered if any of the spells could affect someone else.
Near the back of the book, she discovered a spell that could. It was a spell
that, when cast, made someone else think whatever the caster said was true, as
long as the caster looked them in the eye and was wearing leather. The more
leather the caster wore and the tighter it was, the stronger the persuasive
effect.
Ana didn’t want to do anything too
big, just wanted to get Georgia to do more cleaning around the apartment. That seemed simple enough. It wasn’t like
she was going to make Georgia think the sky was falling.
Ana waited till Georgia came home
from work. Georgia entered the apartment and found Ana waiting for her in the
kitchen.
“Hey Ana,” Georgia greeted.
“Interesting look you got going on there, are you going butch goth or
something.”
Ana was wearing Pauline’s leather
jacket and pants and had her now long dark hair falling to her waist.
“Hehe no. Just thought I might try
something different.”
“Yeah that’s different alright.”
Georgia eyed Ana’s appearance. “Are you wearing a wig?”
“Yeah why not. Look Georgia, you and
I have been living together for some time now and I think we should have a talk
about how we’re going as roommates.”
“Okay… is everything alright? I
didn’t do anything wrong, right?”
“No, no no no. I just think it would
be good if we had a talk… about how we live as roommates.”
A bemused Georgia decided to go along
with whatever Ana was doing. They both went to the kitchen table and sat
directly opposite each other. Georgia did not notice that before Ana took her
seat, she whispered something under her breath.
After Georgia sat down, she let out a
yelp of shock when she looked at Ana.
“Your… your eyes,” she said in a
shaky voice.
“What? Just focus Georgia.”
“Okay,” Georgia replied, immediately
calming down.
“Good. Now Georgia, you and I have
been living together for how long?”
“Eight months I think.”
“And in those eight months do you
think you do you fair share of housework.”
“Of course! I mean… maybe I don’t
always clean up after myself but I and I…”
“Stop.” Ana’s voice was firm and
sharp. “You will always clean up after yourself.” She spoke each word clearly
and looked directly into Georgia’s eyes.
“I will always clean up after
myself.” Georgia replied, blankly.
“Whenever you make a mess in the
apartment, you will clean it up.” Ana said, which Georgia echoed.
‘Holy crap, is this working?’ Ana
thought.
“You always like to keep this apartment
neat and tidy, so you make sure to clean it once a day.”
“I always like to keep this apartment
neat and tidy, so I make sure to clean it once a day,” Georgia said,
drone-like. After a long pause, Georgia blinked and spoke normally. “I guess
I’m a real neat freak, but I like, you know, have this need to always make sure
where I live is all clean and stuff. Thanks for you and Pauline not being a
bother about it”
“Oh no problem,” Ana said, smiling.
“Just do your thing. Maybe go clean up the kitchen. I know you like a clean
kitchen.”
“I do,” Georgia said, beaming. “I
really do. Great idea Ana.” Georgia got out of her chair and started to grab
cleaning supplies that she had never touched before. She began to clean the
kitchen as Ana looked on in amazement.
‘It actually freaking worked,’ Ana
thought. ‘This is amazing.’
Ana got up and admired how diligently
Georgia cleaned. She then saw herself in the hallway mirror and was shocked to
see that the sclera of her eyes had darkened to an onyx black. Panicking, she
rushed to her room and read the spell book. Ana found that to end the spell,
all that she had to do was take off her leather clothes. She quickly did and
upon checking herself in the mirror, found that her eyes had returned to
normal. Sighing in relief, Ana looked back in the kitchen to find Georgia still
cleaning.
‘So,
when I take off my leather, the spell is cancelled but the effects are
permanent,’ she figured. Georgia continued to clean the kitchen, now
permanently thinking that this is what she always did.
Over the next few days, Ana continued
to play with Georgia’s mind, getting her to take on more and more of the
housekeeping duties. Georgia believed that doing all of Ana’s chores was simply
her choice and she was happy to do it; it was what she always did. Ana even got
Georgia to sing a happy tune as she cleaned the apartment. It was nice making
Georgia so very helpful, but Ana wondered what else she could do with the
spell.
One day at work, Ana was grading
papers when Rachel, late as usual, entered the office.
“Hey girl, still trying out that new
look huh. So brave of you. Very edgy.”
Ana had realised she couldn’t just
keep stealing her roommates’ clothes, so she had gotten herself a leather
jacket and a couple pairs of leather pants. She had been wearing them to work
and despite all the magical changes she had done to her body, she still felt
insecure in the tight, daring clothes. Rachel noticed and the mean girl pounced
with glee.
“It’s so very unlike you, you know?
You usually wear clothes that are really boring, like the stuff you get from
Target. But here you are, looking like a groupie from an 80s hair band. That
takes guts.”
Ana tried to ignore Rachel’s barbs
and show no reaction but inside she was seething. Unconsciously, she started to
murmur the mind spell, her eyes turning black.
“I mean who would expect that mousy
Ana would try to look like a goth biker chick. It’s so random. Just like those
false boobs you got.”
Ana slammed her fist into the desk
and glared her black eyes directly into Rachel’s.
“YOU WILL SHUT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH,”
Ana snarled. Immediately, Rachel closed her mouth, not daring to say another
word.
“You stupid worthless cow. You do not
say such things about me. I am your superior in every way.”
Rachel meekly nodded, suddenly
remembering that she never said anything mean to Ana. Because why would she,
Ana was superior to her in every way.
“You haven’t earned anything in your
life, you’ve just had daddy’s money. The fact that I have to work with someone
as useless as you is a disgrace to this institution.” Ana got out of her chair
and moved towards Rachel, pushing her against the wall.
“It’s a disgrace. I know I know,”
Rachel agreed, feeling immense inadequacy. “You are so much prettier and
smarter than me. I don’t deserve anything in my life. Not my trust fund, not my
apartment, not my car.”
Ana was delighted, the cruel rich
girl admitting the truth of how worthless she was. Ana was really getting into
this now. She had never felt so powerful, so respected. She realised just how
powerful this magic was, how she could control ungrateful bitches like Rachel,
completely dominate them, and mold them into whatever she desired. She wondered
what else she could do with Rachel.
“You know what you really want to do
now Rachel? You want to serve me. You worship me and love to do whatever I tell
you to do. You want to be my slave.”
“I want to be your slave,” Rachel
replied, completely willing to give herself to Ana.
“Everything that is yours, your
money, your fancy apartment, your car, is now mine.”
“Yes, yes, everything I have is
yours.”
“Even you.”
“Even… even me. I am yours,” Rachel
said softly. Staring into Ana’s black eyes, Rachel became lost and consumed by
her new identity, an identity based around serving the wonderful, beautiful
woman standing before her.
“What do you wish of me Ana.”
Ana smiled. “Well first of all, don’t
call me Ana. Call me… Mistress. Yeah, I like that. Mistress Ana. No. Anastacia.
Yes, that is my full name. Mistress Anastacia. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Anastacia.”
“Now get on your knees slave and lick
my cunt.” Ana… Anastacia’s thoughts swirled with power and dominance. Rachel
was completely under her control and as her former enemy got down and started
to unzip her leather pants, Anastacia realised just how attractive she found
her. She always thought she had certain bisexual leanings, yet until now she
had simply never acted on them. But now, with Rachel about to eagerly eat her
pussy, she understood just how much of a lesbian she was.
Rachel
pulled down Anastacia’s panties and started to lick, causing her Mistress to
moan with pleasure. Rachel wasn’t fond of pussy, being completely heterosexual,
but the joyful sounds of her Mistress were encouragement enough.
Anastacia returned to her apartment
with Rachel walking behind her like a trained dog. They had taken Rachel’s car,
a top of the line Rolls Royce that Rachel’s dad had given as a birthday
present. It was Anastacia’s now.
Anastacia was pleased. She just found
herself with a devoted slave and access to a large amount of wealth. With her
power she could do anything to anyone, though right now all she wanted to do
was take her slave to her room and ravish the subservient girl. Maybe after sex
she could think of things beyond physical pleasure.
Anastacia walked into her room and
was horrified to find someone already there, her roommate Pauline, looking at
the translated spell pages.
“What are you doing?” She yelled.
“Hey relax, I were just looking for
one of my leather jackets, I thought y'all might have borrowed it or
something.” Pauline answered in her thick southern accent.
“I mean what are you doing with my
notes.” Anastacia took the notes from Pauline’s hand and shoved them into a
drawer.
“ah was curious. That’s all. Hey,
what happened t'yer eyes there.”
Anastacia groaned. “It’s not
important. Just don’t go into my stuff anymore.”
“All right, all right. You should see
a doctor though. Y’all been acting weird lately. You and Georgina. You with
your new get up, and those big boobs and hair you got now, and Georgina with
her new love of cleaning. She actually offered to do my laundry this morning. Y’all
city folk are weird.”
Pauline shrugged and started to exit
Anastacia’s room, the latter relieved. But then there was Rachel.
“Is there anything wrong Mistress
Anastacia? Can I fuck you now?” Rachel called out.
“Mistress Anastacia!” Pauline
exclaimed. “Now what in tarnation is going on here?”
“Look at me.” A panicked Anastacia
grabbed Pauline and pinned her against the wall. “Look at me straight in the
eyes. You are perfectly okay with my relationship with Rachel. You accept that
she is my slave.”
“I… yes. I am perfectly okay with
your relationship. She is your slave.”
“You have never cared about what I do
with her and you never mention it to anyone.”
“Of course not. Why would ah care.
She’s your slave. You do whatever you like.”
And that was that. Anastacia had so
easily convinced Pauline that everything was normal, and that Rachel had always
been her slave. She let Pauline go, who brushed herself off, wondering why her
roommate was acting all crazy over nothing. Pauline moved to get out of
Anastacia’s room when Anastacia suddenly cried, “Wait!”
“Huh?” Pauline turned to Anastacia,
facing her in the eye. Anastacia knew that she could just let Pauline go. She
had already convinced her roommate that there was no problem and she was going
to tell no one. She could simply allow Pauline to walk out, but where would the
fun be in that.
“That accent of yours is fake. You’re
not really from Texas. You’re from England. You’ve never even been to Texas.”
“Yeah. I just pretend. I’ve never
even been to Texas,” Pauline replied dreamily, a whole childhood in the
Lonestar State obliterated from her mind, replaced by one in the United
Kingdom.
“Your real accent is actually English
and really posh.”
“Indeed, it is darling,” Pauline
said, her natural Texan accent replaced with an obviously fake posh British
one. “But I like pretending to be a true Texan.”
“Your real accent sounds much nicer
though. You’re going to only use your real accent from now on. You’ve gotten
tired of pretending.”
“I guess I have gotten tired. It is a
bit silly pretending to be someone I’m not.” Pauline switched back to the fake
accent that made her sound like an actress doing Shakespeare in park.
Anastacia continued. “Your whole
personality is fake. This whole tomboy thing you got going on, it’s not you at
all.” Anastacia’s mind turned as she thought of all the things she could do to
Pauline.
“You’re feminine. A posh snob as well, and vain as hell. You love
wearing fancy girly clothes, wearing lots of makeup, having long stylised hair.
You look down at poor people and mock those who can’t afford the nicer things
in life. This whole down to earth tomboy thing is just an act you put as a gag
when you come to the U.S. But you’ve decided it’s time to go back to the real
you. The girly fashionista from London.”
Anastacia could see the gears turning
in Pauline’s mind as everything about her changed. She was no longer someone
who didn’t care about her appearance or someone who was willing to help other
in need. The look of her eyes, the gain of a haughty disposition, they
signalled that Pauline was now a selfish vain bitch who only cared for material
things, most of all herself. Just the thought of how much Pauline had changed
and how she was going to be such a mean sexy vixen made Anastacia so fucking hot.
She would treat all her old friends with contempt now and be so cruel to her
boyfriend, how fucking sexy would…
“YOU’RE ALSO IN LOVE WITH ME!” Anastacia
blurted out.
“I am?” It took a moment for the
magic to reconfigure Pauline’s mind as it was creating a new personality. “Yes,
of course I am. How could I not be? Everything about you is so sexy. Your soft
luscious lips, your large full breasts, the way you dominate your slave Rachel,
it makes me so hot.”
“Of course, it would, a massive
lipstick lesbian like yourself can’t help but for in love with me. That
boyfriend you have is just for pretend. You feel nothing for him.”
“Indeed, I do not. He is a worthless
man. I just used him for money,” Pauline said matter of factly. “His penis
disgusts me.”
Anastacia stifled a giggle, then an
interesting thought came into her mind. If she goes further down the path she
is on, messing with people’s minds and making them her slaves, she is going to
need some help, someone to organise things, someone like…
“A personal assistant. You are my
personal assistant. You love and worship me just as much as Rachel does and you
refer to me as Mistress Anastacia. In order to serve me you are my personal
assistant.”
“Yes Mistress. How may I serve you
today as you play with your slave here?” Pauline motioned to Rachel, who was
still standing just outside, dutifully waiting on her Mistress and eager to
fuck her.
“I need you to go to the mall for me.
There’s a new fetish clothing store that opened and I believe that we all need
some new outfits. All the clothes you get for me will be leather. Everything
for you and Rachel will be latex. Neither you, nor any other slave I may
acquire is allowed to wear leather. Only me. I will also need sunglasses.”
“Yes Mistress.” Pauline bowed.
“Take Rachel’s car, and her credit
cards.”
Pauline took Rachel’s car keys and
wallet and then headed off. This left Anastacia finally alone with Rachel.
“So… Rachel…
or… Raquel.”
Professor Elizabeth Connelly was
finishing up for the day when she heard a knock on her office door. Weary after
a long day of lectures and meetings with dullard undergrads, she gave a sigh
before calling out. “Come in.”
The door opened and Elizabeth did not
recognise the woman who entered her office at first. Her eyes widened when she
realised it was her teaching assistant Ana, looking vastly different then the
grad student usually appeared. Instead of her pudgy and dowdy form, Ana was
looking svelte and limber. She was wearing a finely tailored leather jumpsuit,
leather gloves and leather boots, very different from her usual outfits of
thick sweaters, jeans and sneakers. Elizabeth was most taken aback by Ana’s
hair, that had changed from a ratty brown pixie cut, to now being long and
flowing down to her lower back, a rich midnight black hue. She was also wearing
a pair of heavily tinted sunglasses.
“Ana! Wow ah… you look very… nice.
What are you here for?”
“I’m here for you, Professor. We have
some things to discuss, you and I.”
“We do? I’m sorry Ana but I was just
about to leave. My husband and I have plans tonight and…”
“Your husband can wait. It is more
important that you and I talk.”
“Whatever it is can wait until
tomorrow, Ana. The Chancellor and I have tickets for the opera and…”
Elizabeth stopped speaking
mid-sentence. Ana had taken off her sunglasses to reveal eyes that were
completely black. Elizabeth was immediately mesmerized and unable to look away.
“I think you should call your husband
and let him know that you are going to be late tonight as some work has come
up,” Ana said to Elizabeth.
“Yes, that’s a good idea,” Elizabeth
replied, getting out her phone and calling the Chancellor. As she did this,
Elizabeth did not look away from Ana’s black eyes which glared right into her.
“Now that’s settled, let’s sit down.
I’ll take your chair. You will sit on the sofa,” Ana instructed.
Elizabeth
could not believe how her teaching assistant was talking to her, yet she did not
react in any other way besides following Ana’s command Being in the place
usually taken by her students and subordinates, Elizabeth felt so very
powerless, especially as she watched Ana sit on her chair, cross her legs, and
look slightly down at her, like she was just a student and not the prominent
Professor she was.
“Professor… Elizabeth… I’ve finished
translating that pagan witch text you told me about. It has been most every
informative. The things I have learned. Though there have been some side effects.”
Ana pointed to her black eyes. “The positives greatly outweigh the unfortunate
negatives, and they have given me thought about how I live my life. There need
to be some changes in my life, changes that only I can make. I think it
is time we talk about our relationship,” Ana explained.
“Our relationship? What do you mean?”
“Don’t be coy Elizabeth. I’ve seen
the way you look at me, the way you stare, you are very attractive to me.”
“What! That is an outrageous thing to
say to me Ana. I could have you fired for what you’re saying.”
“Elizabeth. Look at me. Tell me the
truth. You find very attractive.” Ana refocused her black eyes at Elizabeth.
“I find you very attractive,”
Elizabeth said, in a robotic tone. “I mean, you’re a young lively woman of
course I find you attractive,” She said, more animatedly, as if what she was
saying was completely natural.
“You find me very sexy.”
“I find you very sexy,” Elizabeth
repeated, again in a robotic tone. “Well how could I not. You such beautiful
eyes, and a fantastic ass.”
“It is indeed a fantastic ass.” Ana
chuckled. “An ass that you loved to grab onto. Especially when we fucked.”
“Huh?” Elizabeth was confused. She
remembered leering at Ana, maybe even fondling her a couple of times, but
fucking?
“Stay focused Elizabeth. You and I
have fucked,” Ana insisted.
“You and I have fucked,” Elizabeth
repeated dutifully. “You have fucked me many times. I love the way make me
squeal. Just thinking about it makes me go…UMPH”
Elizabeth then crossed her legs, a
small dampness growing in her nether regions.
“You’ve especially liked it when we
fucked in the office here. When I’ve worn my big strap on and fucked you right
on this desk.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Elizabeth exclaimed,
suddenly gaining memories that were unimaginable only moments ago, memories of
the prudish professor being railed by her TA with a big black rubber strap on.
“You love having sex with other
women, especially me. You love sex with women almost as much as you hate sex
with men.”
“Yes! Men are disgusting! Woman are
so soft and sweet and tasty!”
“Especially your husband. You despise
him and only married him for his money.”
“How could I ever have loved someone
like him?”
All love that Elizabeth once had for
the chancellor was now replaced with hatred and disdain. Ana was really
enjoying this conversation and wondered how far she could push it with the
Professor.
“Elizabeth, look at me. Look at my
eyes directly and listen carefully. While in public you maintain the decorum of
the professional academic, behind closed doors you are my submissive slut.
Outside you may refer to me as Ana, but in here you call me Mistress
Anastacia.”
“Of course, Mistress Anastacia.”
Elizabeth’s usual haughty tone was replaced with a more submissive lilt. “I
wouldn’t dare call you anything else.
Anastacia smiled at that. “And I of
course call you Betty. Isn’t that right? Sweet Betty, my personal slut slave.”
Each word that Anastacia spoke
rewrote Betty’s personality, changing the once priggish and arrogant professor
into a perverted and subservient tramp.
“Now I think it is time we mix things
up tonight.” Anastacia declared. “You will be wearing a very different outfit
from what you planned for the opera.
“What outfit, Mistress Anastacia?”
“Something to show the Chancellor the
real you. Raquel, get in here darling!” Anastacia yelled.
The office door opened, and Betty’s
other teaching assistant Rachel Anderson walked in, dragging in a suitcase.
Rachel was dressed in a very tight and revealing latex French maid’s uniform.
“Oh my god Rachel! What are you
wearing?”
“Betty, you know very well that
Raquel here is my personal maid. She is simply wearing her uniform.” Anastacia
explained.
“Yes, of course. Silly me. For some
reason I thought she was my teaching assistant. How are you Raquel?”
“Vairy good Ms Bettay.” Raquel
replied in a clearly fake French accent. “Ai 'ave tonight's ootfit Meestrez.”
“Excellent. Get undressed Betty.”
“Yes, mistress Anastacia.” Betty
began to dutifully disrobe, not wanting to displease her mistress.
“All of it off Betty, I need you
naked.”
Betty took off all of her clothes,
leaving her naked in front of her two assistants, who she now thought of as her
mistress and her maid.
“For a woman your age you have such
lovely breasts Betty. Wouldn’t you agree Raquel?”
“Oui Meestrez, such lové-lee tits.”
Betty blushed like a schoolgirl. She
never thought she would have her assistants remarked on her breasts like this,
or that she would like it.
“But of course you will need to get
some implants. My slut slave should really have a pair of big fake plastic
tits.” Anastacia ordered.
“Yes Mistress. I will get them right
away.” Betty replied.
“It can wait for tomorrow. Now let me
show you your outfit for this evening.” Anastacia had Rachel unpack the luggage
and pulled out a red latex catsuit. “Put this on, Betty.”
Betty awkwardly took it from
Anastacia. “But it’s so tight? I can’t wear this to the Opera.”
Anastacia glared at Betty with a look
that would terrify Satan himself, her black eyes staring into Betty’s soul. “Do
you defy me… Betty?” She asked, enunciating Betty’s name slowly, full of venom
and contempt.
“No, of course not Mistress. I
wouldn’t dare, Mistress. Please forgive me, Mistress.” Betty quickly got
on the latex catsuit, with Raquel helping her slip into the tight latex,
providing talcum powder where necessary. She also slipped on a pair of gloves,
a pair of platform boots, and a corset, all made of red latex. Raquel then did
her hair into a strict and elaborate bun.
Betty saw herself in her office
mirror. She looked so… so… hot. She looked amazing and sexy and most of all
dangerous. She had never looked dangerous before in her life, but now, covered
from neck to toe in red latex she looked like a woman to be feared. Anastacia
handed her a crop and as they both looked at Betty’s reflection, their eyes
meeting, Anastacia whispered in Betty’s ear.
“This is you. This is the real you.
Not the repressed academic. Not the boring wife of a boring and unremarkable
man. That’s a false mask you have become tired of. It’s time to become who you
really. The confident dominatrix. That’s who you are.”. The sex addicted slut
who always needs to be on top. Except with me of course.”
“Yes mistress.” Betty softly moaned.
Anastacia handed her a crop and Betty grabbed it like a professional
dominatrix.
“You need to make your husband see
the real you.” Anastacia commanded. “Make him see who is really in charge in
this relationship.”
“Yes mistress. I will make that
bastard squeal. He will meet Mistress Betty tonight.”
Anastacia chuckled. “Mistress Betty’s
a little too cute. How about… Mistress Liza.”
“Yesssssss.” Mistress Liza whispered,
her new dom persona now cemented in her mind.
With her plans for tonight now
settled, Mistress Liza grabbed a pair of sunglasses, a leather trench coat and
her new expensive purse, before heading out to meet her husband at the opera.
Her new crop placed in the purse for the evening’s activities.
“That was fun.” Anastacia remarked to
Raquel after they watched Mistress Liza head out to meet and torture her
husband. “I wonder what else we can do tonight.”
“Le sorority meestrez. Zéy are 'avéng
zéir partay tonight”
“The
sorority. Those stuck up bitches. Excellent idea Raquel, have Pauline ready the
car. Let’s go pay those sluts a visit.”
It only took a few brief
conversations for the sorority to accept Anastacia as their new Mistress and
she quickly moved in along with her personal assistant Pauline, and her two
French maids, Raquel and Georgiana (formally Georgia.) Their party was
cancelled as the sorority girls found themselves no longer wanting to hang
around with the boorish men from the nearby fraternities. Why would they when
they could serve their Mistress? After a good talk with each of them
individually, every single one of the twenty sorority girls had agreed to
devote their lives to Mistress Anastacia. It just made sense.
Following
the Mistress’s orders, Pauline had all the girls put on a strict exercise
regime designed to make them strong and fit. Extensive martial arts and firearm
training formed the girls into Anastacia’s personal bodyguards, protecting her
from any possible threat and ensuring that she was left undisturbed by
malcontents. They dressed in a uniform of black latex catsuit, boots, and
gloves, the tight latex showing the musculature of their toned bodies. Anyone
who tried to question the whiplash change in lifestyle of the sorority soon
found themselves manhandled and taken to the Mistress for a nice chat. They
didn’t ask any questions anymore. Some even joined the sorority, becoming
clothed in the black latex uniform and devoting their lives to the Mistress.
Mistress Anastacia spent the rest of
the day discussing plans with her lover Mistress Liza, planning to set up her
own department at the University. After a long day of plotting and ambition,
she retired to the sorority’s largest bedroom, her personal chambers. Her
faithful personal assistant Pauline, often by her side, checked in to see if
there was anything else the Mistress required. Anastacia let her know that she
was done for the evening and that Pauline could relax and enjoy herself with
one of the bodyguards. Pauline bowed and thanked her Mistress.
Anastacia watched as Pauline strutted
down the hall, approaching a bodyguard at watch by the stairs. The bodyguard, a
tall red head with a firm rear and recently enhanced DD breasts, towered over
Pauline who licked her lips before whispering in the guard’s ear. The guard
grinned and took Pauline’s hand, leading her into a bedroom.
Anastacia smirked, six months ago
Pauline would have never have thought of even kissing a woman. Now she was
about to be fucked senseless by one. Pauline had changed so much that people
had trouble recognising her. The Texan tomboy was an English fashionista now.
Only speaking in a posh English accent for six months had made her
impersonation flawless; no one could tell that Pauline had never been to the
United Kingdom. She never wore pants anymore, only ever wearing skirts or
dresses and all in latex and bright colours. (Never leather of course, that was
for the Mistress, and only the Mistress.) She had grown her hair long and dyed
it platinum blonde, often styling it in a fashionable bun. Anastacia had
convinced Pauline that she had poor eyesight so she now wore thick-rimmed
glasses, giving her the perfect secretary look. The boyish and easy-going
farmgirl from Texas had become a snobbish and severe English femme lesbian.
The bodyguards outside Anastacia’s
room closed the door, leaving her alone with her two French maids. Georgiana
and Raquel, reclining on her luxurious bed sans their uniform, eagerly awaited
their Mistress. Anastacia slowly walked to the front of her bed and sexily removed
her leather gloves and boots. She grabbed the zipper of her leather catsuit and
slowly pulled down, letting her large firm breasts out freely. Finally, she
removed the leather catsuit, leaving her naked, and got on the bed, in between
her two beauties. Georgiana and Raquel had been given extensive plastic surgery
from the most expensive doctors, for free of course, and now looked like the
sexiest bimbos in the world. They kissed their wonderful Mistress, rubbing her
body sensually.
Anastacia luxuriated in their
attention, but then she looked up at the mirror she had installed above her
bed. While sure it looked nice seeing her magically enhanced beautiful body
nestled in between her maids surgically enhanced ones, their large silicone
breasts kneading against her natural ones, there was one problem. While not
wearing a single piece of leather, Anastacia’s eyes were still black. The spell
should have ended when she disrobed but Anastacia knew that with months of
using dark magic day in and day out, corrupting people’s minds, enslaving them
to her will, it had seeped into her body.
Even without leather, Anastacia felt
her magical powers pulse within her, feeding on her soul. She wondered how much
of her soul was left. Was she still human, or she truly become the vile
heartless witch the spell book had warned her about? As she pondered that
question, she felt Raquel’s finger slide into her wet cunt and the answer
popped into her mind. Who gives a fuck! She was the Mistress Anastacia now, and
that was all she needed to be. Her soul was worthless anyway.
What a hot story my friend. A great start for 2019. Keep it up.
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