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Published : 11 August 2021

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For My Birthday I Lost My Virginity and Gained Lots of Sexy Slaves
By Steven Seven (Feedback welcome, to 7steven7seven7@gmail.com )

Other stories by Steven Seven can be found here

Story Code: MFFF+, Mdom, vaginal, anal, oral, piss, scat, sexual slavery

Chapter 1

I'm no genius. All I know for sure is that I've always wanted to dominate women. Own them like property. Use them for my pleasure. Make them do everything I command. Even make them want to please me without me having to tell them. Or ask them. Fuck that shit! No more asking. Only telling. Me telling them what to do, and them doing it. No questions asked. No hesitation. I only want to hear two things from them: "Yes, Master" and "Thank you, Master."

Like I said, I'm no genius. But my weird Uncle Bob is. He's the black sheep of mom's family. Always went his own way, Uncle Bob did. Mom stopped inviting him to family dinners on holidays when he started showing up with a new young babe at every event. My mom's real conservative. Old fashioned. She thought a man should marry one woman and stick with her. Even if the marriage was hell. Like hers with my dad. Anyway, she didn't like that Uncle Bob kept getting older but his girlfriends kept on being young. Some of them were in their early thirties, at most. Most of them were in their twenties. I think some were barely eighteen.

I hadn't seen Uncle Bob in years by the time I had graduated from college and gotten my first real job. Sure, he'd send me cards on my birthday and on Christmas, with big fat checks in them. I really appreciated that. And I thanked him. But our paths hadn't crossed since I was, like, fifteen. And then one day out of the blue he called me up. I didn't answer because I didn't even know it was him; his number was not in my cell phone contact list. But he left a voicemail. He said "How are you doing, my boy?" (He always called me his boy because he never had any kids and I was the only nephew he had.) "We should get together. I have something very important to show you. You're gonna like it."

He gave me his address and suggested that I come over for dinner the following day. I called him back to accept. I also asked him about this important thing he had to show me. Uncle Bob just laughed. "You'll find out!" he said. Then he hung up.

The next evening I drove over to Uncle Bob's house in an up-scale area. I'd never been there before. You couldn't see most of the houses from the road. There were trees and shrubs and fences. And long driveways. With gates. I found Uncle Bob's house and he buzzed me in through the electronically-controlled security gate. I kept thinking that those big, fat birthday checks Uncle Bob had been sending me every year must have been chicken feed to him.

I drove up the long driveway to the house. The building was big and solid-looking, with massive stone work and windows that seemed designed to let in light but to keep out prying eyes. I parked my car, walked to the front door, and pressed the doorbell. I heard it chime inside. I wondered what Uncle Bob would look like after the better part of a decade. I was a little nervous about meeting him. He was so rich and all. And, like I said, he's a genius. And a little weird. I wiped my sweaty palm on my pants leg. I didn't want him to notice I was sweating when we shook hands.

As the door began to open I blurted out "Hi Uncle Bob! Long time no see. I…"

My mouth was open but no words were coming out. Standing in the open doorway was the most beautiful, buxom blonde woman I had ever seen. She must have been about 22 years old. Uncle Bob was more than twice her age!

She smiled like the sun. Her perfect white teeth, full lips, deep blue eyes, pale white skin, and golden hair were like a summer's day. And I felt like an Eskimo who had just arrived in the Florida Keyes.

"Welcome" she said, calling me by name. She put out her hand and I took it in mine. "Your uncle has told me so much about you. My name is Carol. Won't you please come in?"

"Y-yes" I stammered, not wanting to let go of her hand. But I kind of had to because it slipped out, from all the sweat in my palm.

I'm sure the house had large, impressive rooms with expensive furnishings. Art, too. But I only know that from later visits. On this first visit, all I saw was Carol. "Follow me" she said. She didn't have to tell me twice. She chatted with me over her shoulder as I tried not to stare at her ass…while staring at her ass. Carol was one of those remarkable women who have perfectly heart-shaped asses. She wore pale pink yoga pants that clung to her like a second skin. I never before in my life had wanted so much to be a pair of yoga pants!

Above those pants Carol wore a white blouse that was low-cut in front. When she had opened the front door, I had been stunned at first by the beauty of her face. It took me a moment to look down at her spectacular cleavage. Now, as we walked through the house with Carol ahead of me, chatting over her shoulder, sometimes she twisted partly around to look at me, and I got an occasional glimpse of her bust line from the side. Her tits were truly massive! I hoped dinner would be soon because Carol was making me mighty hungry.

We walked clear through the house and out the back door into a sort of patio. It was partially covered by an open-framed wooden structure, and surrounded by waist-high stone walls that connected to a large fireplace. Flowers and bushes lay beyond the walls, with a small lawn leading up to the tree line. On the patio there was an outdoor table with six chairs. In three of them were young, blonde women, each as beautiful as Carol. Sitting in the biggest chair was Uncle Bob. He smiled and rose to shake my hand. "Glad you could come, my boy!" he said as shook my hand and patted me on the back. "Let me introduce you to everyone."

As Uncle Bob introduced me to the other three blondes, he told me something about each one. "This is Tatiana" Uncle Bob said, pointing to a young woman with the fairest, ice-blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and the high cheekbones of a fashion model. "She comes to me from Russia through the world of modeling" Uncle Bob said. Tatiana looked both elegant and somehow exotic, like a Siberian tiger who had been tamed by a strong hand but not domesticated. She gave me a sly smile, then puckered her lips and blew me a little kiss. "Nice to meet you, Sir" she said with a slight accent.

Then Uncle Bob turned to the next young woman. She had the peaches and cream complexion and the look of the beautiful girl-next-door, with pale blue eyes that seemed to look straight into me. Her long, straight blonde hair cascaded down almost to her waist. "This is Donna" Uncle Bob said. "She comes to me from Minnesota, where all that snow kept her fresh." Donna smiled and looked me straight in the eye. "I like to be fresh" she said with a wink.

The third young woman had a thick mane of wavy blonde hair that looked like ocean waves made of gold. "This is Tricia" said Uncle Bob. "She comes to me from California. I think the Beach Boys had Tricia in mind when they sang 'I wish they all could be California girls'". Then Uncle Bob laughed at his own joke. Tricia gave me a mischievous grin and ran her tongue over her lips, from top to bottom.

"Have a seat" Uncle Bob said, pointing to one of the empty chairs. I was already so weak in the knees, I had to sit down fast.

Carol sat next to me. "Would you like some wine?" she asked. "It's your Uncle's favorite vintage." I nodded my head, unsure if I could even speak. Carol took an open wine bottle from the middle of the table, turned toward me, and filled the empty wine glass in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I got an eyeful of her deep cleavage.

"I almost forgot to introduce Carol" said Uncle Bob. "Carol comes to me from the porn industry. She was known as 'no holes barred' Carol. She'd do anything. That's what they said about Carol."

I took the full wine glass in both hands, afraid that I was shaking so much I would spill the wine if I tried to hold the glass in one. Then Uncle Bob spoke up. "A toast" he said as stood and held his wine glass high. "To beautiful women and male dominance!"

I was stunned. Where had Uncle Bob been for the last several decades? Didn't he know that feminism was practically the official religion in the United States? What would these beautiful women say after hearing him make such a statement? I had gone through four years of college where feminism was practically a mandatory minor for everyone. Sadly, I thought that an otherwise promising evening was about to crash and burn.

Then something remarkable happened. Marvelous. Practically miraculous. Every one of the four stunning blonde beauties at the table raised their glasses and said as one "To male dominance!"

I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.

It was like some bridge had been crossed. Maybe the rainbow bridge to Valhalla. My Uncle and these incredible women had just spoken my secret belief. My wish. My philosophy. From that moment on, the evening was nothing but sheer pleasure. I felt free to open up and express how I felt about women and men. What I believed to be the natural order to things. Or what should be. Or what used to be. Now I'd found that Uncle Bob shared my belief. And so did these women. HIS women! When he had introduced each one of them by saying that she "came to him" he wasn't kidding. These women belonged to him. They were his harem. And they were happy and proud to belong to him. They later told me so.

So this is the important thing Uncle Bob wanted to show me, I thought.

But I was wrong. Uncle Bob's harem of young, blonde beauties was the tiniest bit of what he wanted to show me. What came later completely blew my mind. It turned my world upside down. And it gave me the chance to have everything I had ever wanted.

Our lovely dinner was a unique experience. Uncle Bob's women served him and me like we were kings. They put food on our plates, after asking what we wanted from the many serving dishes on the table. They kept our wine glasses filled. Every one of the women made pleasant conversation with me. They laughed at my jokes. Told me how clever I was. Agreed with whatever I said. Asked me how I felt about this or that topic. Asked me what I wanted from life. They continually asked if they could serve me in any way. And these amazingly beautiful women did not hesitate to make friendly gestures, like touching my hand, rubbing my shoulders, stroking my hair, even massaging my feet. They clearly knew how to serve men! I would have happily fucked any of them. Or ALL of them!

Strangely, though, whenever I asked the girls about their own lives, they tried to say as little as possible. They were reluctant to say much about what had happened to them before they had come to Uncle Bob. Only when they did speak about their early lives did their faces show the slightest bit of sadness. What a contrast to their demeanor when they spoke about their lives with my Uncle. Whenever they spoke about Uncle Bob, they beamed with joy. They were truly happy. They gushed about how much they love and adore him, and how much they enjoy serving him. Every one of these beauties said over and over again that Uncle Bob made their lives worthwhile. They love him entirely and sincerely and completely and to the ultimate degree. They each told me that they wanted nothing for themselves except to serve him forever.

I was amazed. I wondered how Uncle Bob had got these four, gorgeous young women to become his devoted lovers and selfless servants. But it didn't seem appropriate to come right out and just ask just then. Besides, it had begun to dawn on me what this dinner was all about. Why Uncle Bob had invited me here.

He wanted me to fuck his girlfriends.

Yes! Of course!

Invite the young stud over and watch him do the dirty with this bevy of beauties while the old man took in the live show. Maybe he would even do one of the girls himself. I wondered if he planned to video the whole thing. Would I have to sign a release form, or something?

After dessert and coffee had been served, Uncle Bob spoke to his women. "Girls" he said (he always called them "girls" not ladies), "my nephew and I are going to my study for brandy and a smoke. Clean up the dinner items and then prepare for bed. I'll come to you later."

OK, we're getting close to show time! Uncle Bob wanted the girls to…whoa. Wait a goddamned minute. What did he just say? "I'll come to you later." Where the fuck do I fit in here?!

One by one, each of Uncle Bob's girls walked up to him as he sat in his big chair and kissed him on the head. As each girl kissed him, he fondled her breasts and grabbed her ass. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! These girls really were in favor of male dominance! And I wasn't getting a piece of their action.

Uncle Bob walked me to his study. I went in silence, confused and more than a little disappointed. He closed the door behind us. Uncle Bob's study was like the perfect man cave, for a man of his age who also had young ideas. It was like a combination of something from a 19th century British aristocrat's club, plus an American teenage boy's idea of electronic nirvana. There were game systems, monitors, computers, and stereo systems. And there were leather couches and chairs, a large ornate desk, shelf after shelf filled with books, and on the walls about a dozen 19th century paintings of Greek goddesses being ravaged by Greek gods.

Next to the fireplace was a pair of high-backed chairs with a small table between them. Uncle Bob invited me to sit in one of the chairs while he poured brandy into tall snifters. He handed me a snifter. Then he set his glass down on the table between us and opened a box. Inside was a small metal device with a glass chamber. He set the device on the table, then opened a container of high-quality, fragrant buds. He placed a bud in the device and pressed a red button. The glass chamber in the device filled with smoke. Uncle Bob put the device near his lips and pressed a green button. A stream of smoke blew from the device into his open mouth. He inhaled deeply. Then he exhaled with a smile.

Uncle Bob handed me the device and I followed his lead. I inhaled the surprisingly cool smoke and then exhaled. Wowee-zowee! As the smoke exited my body, the top of my head went with it.

Uncle Bob grabbed his brandy. "To male dominance!" he said.

I smiled half-heartedly and joined the toast. "To male dominance!" I echoed.

We drank our toast and then Uncle Bob said "Now let's get down to business."

I became suspicious. What business? Was this some kind of set-up? Maybe the smoke was making me paranoid.

Uncle Bob said "Aren't you wondering how an old coot like me, your mom's older brother, got all those hot young cunts to voluntarily become his personal property?"

"Weeell" I said, drawing out the word to stall for time. "You do seem to have a lot of money. But so do a lot of other guys. I don't know if many have harems like yours."

Uncle Bob nodded. "So what's my secret, do you think?"

I shook my head. "Uncle Bob, I honestly have no idea."

He smiled. Then he reached over to a nearby bookshelf, grabbed a small magazine, and tossed it into my lap. It was quite old. On the cover was an artist's rendering of a spaceman wearing a helmet and holding a beautiful woman who was wearing something like a two-piece bathing suit. I read the title of the magazine aloud: "Astounding Galactic Worlds of If." I looked up at Uncle Bob quizzically. "This is your secret? A pulp science fiction magazine from a gazillion years ago?"

Uncle Bob tilted his head down slightly and gazed at me. He glared at me conspiratorially, then spoke softly, almost whispering "Turn to page 97."

I turned to that page. It was crowded with tiny print ads without any graphics. One ad had been circled in pencil. Again, I read aloud: "Book: Amazing secrets of mind control. Women, wealth and a world of your own. Send stamped, self-addressed envelope and cash or money order for $1.95 to P.O. Box…" I stopped reading. "You're kidding me, right? Uncle Bob, you don't seriously expect me to believe that you got" I waved my hand around, gesturing at the room "all this plus four of the most beautiful girls in the world through a book you ordered from the back of a pulp science fiction magazine."

Uncle Bob threw his head back and laughed uproariously. "Oh, my boy!" he said in between guffaws. "No, I don't expect you to believe that's the only thing that got me all this wealth and all those cunts." Then the smile left his lips. He turned serious and looked me in the eye. He raised one finger in a gesture of emphasis. "But I do expect you to believe me when I tell you in all honesty that the little booklet I ordered from the back of that magazine many years ago was the first step along the way to getting all this. And I want to show you how you can get the same things for yourself."

Now he really had my attention! Here I was, a young guy who had never been a big hit with ladies, whose relationships had always crashed and burned, and who barely had enough income to keep body and soul together. Now my weird-genius Uncle Bob was about to tell me how to get tons of wealth and oodles of the hottest cunts on earth. I was all ears!

Uncle Bob cleared his throat. "As you know, I have a degree in physics. What you may not know is that I also made a deep study of metaphysics."

Now my eyes began to glaze over. Was it the smoke and brandy, or was I having a flashback to the most boring bullshit dorm conversations of college?

"But I won't bore you with a lot of technical details and abstruse theories" Uncle Bob went on "I'll just tell you what you need know to obtain wealth without working, and women who will worship and serve you for life."

Now that made my attention switch back on like a laser!

"There is an almost infinite number of parallel universes" Uncle Bob said. "They all exist inside a multi-universe of many dimensions. Most scientists believe that these parallel universes don't interact with one another. Or if they do interact, it's not something we can control or benefit from. But that's not true. They're wrong about that. These parallel universes do interact. And there are ways that we can control the interaction and benefit from it."

And then, Uncle Bob being the weird genius that he is, he could not resist boring me with a bunch of science that I could not understand and metaphysics that made no sense at all. So I let him drone on while I took another hit of smoke and drank some more brandy. I figured I might as well enjoy myself in ways I couldn't during boring college lectures.

Finally, Uncle Bob got to the point. "So you see my boy" he concluded "there are enough universes closely parallel to our own, with sufficient affinity in state space and phase space, that a precisely inflected action in accordance with the Schrödinger equation will collapse the wave function, entangle the many-worlds ensemble, and allow a focused mind to connect with its opposite number in a mind-dominated parallel universe that exhibits mind-over-matter physics, chemistry, biology, psychology and so forth. So there is another earth just like this one in a parallel universe. If your mind enters the earth in that universe in the way I described, you completely control everything in it. That's really not so hard to understand, is it?"

I smiled. "Maybe not hard for you, Uncle Bob." I held up the pulp sci-fi mag, waving it back and forth. "Did the guy who wrote this book you bought understand it?"

Uncle Bob pursed his lips. "Not entirely. He had somehow learned or re-discovered certain metaphysical principles commonly called magic. By applying these, a person could dip a toe into a parallel universe for a little while. But at great personal risk. Anyone who followed his instructions to the hilt was in danger of being sucked in by his big toe and never coming out again. His body might be found on earth. But he would be dead. What happened to his mind in the parallel universe he went into was entirely a matter of how well he had prepared his parallel universe ahead of time. If he were careful, and had made many short trips into the parallel universe over the course of several years, making the necessary adjustments and laying a proper foundation there, then he could have succeeded as I did. But there are many pitfalls. Many dangers of trying to do too much, too soon. It's very tempting over there my boy. Very tempting!" Uncle Bob nodded his head and gazed off into space. "So tempting."

Then he shook his head. "Which is why preparation is so important. If you don't prepare, and you give in to temptation, then you can't maintain a foot in both worlds, both universes. You've got to build things up for yourself over there. And then also build things up over here. But the thing of it is, no matter how much you build up here, in the universe we were born in, conditions here will never come close to what you can enjoy over there. Believe me. Or not. You'll see for yourself soon enough, if you accept my offer."

I wanted to make sure I understood what Uncle Bob meant. "And your offer is to show me how to enter a parallel universe that looks like earth where I get whatever I want?"

"Basically, yes" Uncle Bob said. "But did you understand what I said about maintaining phase space cohesion of entangled states during Schrödinger divarications?"

"Ummm…no" I admitted.

Uncle Bob spread one hand across his forehead, shielding his eyes and rubbing just above his eyebrows as if he had a headache. His shoulders slumped. Then he nodded with a sense of resignation and looked up at me. "OK. Not important" he said. "Let me put it another way. Every time we make a choice between this or that, yes or no, the universe splits in a certain way that requires a lot of fancy mathematical physics to describe. By applying the metaphysical principles I described earlier—which apparently you didn't get—we can use this split. We do this by applying certain minds techniques that allow us to enter a parallel universe. And that universe bends to our will. You don't need to understand exactly how this happens. All you need to know is how to make it happen for you. Focus your mind in a way that I will teach you. And then make the universe split by forcing an either/or result. A yes, or no. Like a heads, or tails, coin toss."

"Wait a minute" I said. "Do you mean I can just focus my mind on those colors and sounds you mentioned, simply by imagining them, and then tossing a coin?"

"Well, that's most of it" said Uncle Bob. "I'm glad you remembered the part about imagining the color and sound combinations. Those are key elements of the metaphysical technique. Here's the thing about the coin toss. Let's say you flip a coin and it comes up tails. You see that. Then in your imagination—in your mind's eye—you imagine it came up heads instead. If you do that in exactly the way I teach you, then you will enter the other world, the parallel earth that you can control with your mind."

I smiled in awe. "Cooooool!" I said. "Will you come with me to show me how the other universe works?"

Uncle Bob shook his head from side to side. "No. It's your universe. If I came in with you, it would be our universe. That would never work. I've got my own private universe. I'll show you how to get yours."

I nodded. "OK. But how does having my own private, wish-fulfilling universe help me get anything back here, in this universe?"

"Once you make the mind connection with that parallel universe, there will be a certain amount of bleed-through between the two universes" Uncle Bob said. "It's small, but it’s not insignificant. If you know how to use it. Here's an example. In your private universe, you can easily accumulate wealth. But picking up a thousand dollars there is like picking up a penny here. It's not like you are actually bringing money between these universes, understand. What you're bringing is information and energy. Very specific information and a very targeted energy. If you know what you're doing, that is. Don't get fooled. Don't get tempted to do too much, too soon."

"So that's how you got rich and got all those babes?" I asked.

Uncle Bob smiled and nodded his head. "Yes."

"Tell me how!" I pleaded.

"That's what I'm trying to do, my boy" said Uncle Bob. "The parallel universes are not synchronized. When you pass from our universe into your private parallel universe, you can move forward and backward in time, to a limited extent. Not by millions of years. But by hours, days, weeks, decades. I used this to find out the future of business, sports, politics, world events. I used that information back in our universe to make investments, bets, political connections, and so on. I've got money stashed around the globe, powerful friends in high places who owe me favors, and inside knowledge that lets me stay one step ahead of the game. I've got enough money to live very well, as you can see."

Uncle Bob raised a finger. "Oh, and there's one more very important, and very wonderful, difference between the flow of time in our home universe and time in a private universe. Time in a private universe is compressed by a factor of 100. One hour in our home universe is 100 hours in a private universe. You could enjoy a week's vacation in your private universe while less than 2 hours elapsed back in your home universe."

My mind was well and truly boggled. My private universe was sounding better and better all the time. But I was not in my private universe. I was in this one. And in this one, Uncle Bob was doing very well already, but I was still at the starting gate.

"So how'd you get those gorgeous cunts, Uncle Bob? They worship you. And every one is a 10 on a 10-point scale, while you're…not."

Uncle Bob laughed. "No, I'm not good-looking or anything. And being rich was not enough to get all of them. The funny thing is that getting those gorgeous bitches to be my loving, devoted sex slaves was even easier than getting rich."

Now I was REALLY interested!

"The first thing I did was to find beautiful women I desired inside my private universe. Remember, your private universe is a mind-over-matter version of our home universe. Once you learn how to enter it, it's yours to do with as you please. I took any woman I liked there. I did anything I wanted with her. I made her serve me absolutely. No one tried to stop me. Least of all the cunt herself. I simply used my mind to control her mind, her feelings, her actions, and her body. You wouldn't believe the size of my harem over there! The four bitches you saw here in our home universe aren't enough to even fill one part of my…well, let's just say, one portion of my daily activities over there. My life inside my private universe is so different from anything that exists in our original universe that there's no point in trying to describe it to you now. After you get your own private universe, you'll see the potential. Then we can talk some more about it."

Uncle Bob grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. He drew two parallel lines. He labeled one THIS UNIVERSE and the other PRIVATE UNIVERSE. "So here is what you do. Starting here where we are" he tapped the THIS UNIVERSE line, "you see a woman you desire. Then" he said while drawing a line that connected the two parallel lines "you use the technique I just explained to enter your private universe. The technique is simple: imagine those certain sounds and colors, flip a coin or use some other yes/no decision method, and then imagine an opposite result of what actually turns up. Like that a tails or 'no' result of the coin flip was really a 'yes' or heads. And then…" Uncle Bob put his hands together, palm to palm. Then he quickly pulled them apart. "BAM! You—your mind—moves through the split." For emphasis, he tapped his pencil on the point where the line connecting our universe met up with the private universe. "From that moment on, that private universe is yours to do with as you please. What's more, our home universe becomes much more exploitable for your benefit."

Uncle Bob paused. He brought one hand toward his mouth in a fist. Then he took it away and raised one finger while nodding his head. "Let me give you a real world example" Uncle Bob said. "Would you like to know how I got Carol?"

My jaw dropped open. All I could do was nod my head like a dog eager for a treat.

"I had seen her in a porn video. I immediately wanted to own her completely, to make her my slave. So I split for my private universe and located her there. Locating her there was easy, because of the mind-over-matter nature of a private universe. I took her immediately. We had great sex. And not only the wild stuff she did in the porno I had seen. I pushed her way beyond anything she'd ever done before. She couldn't say no. And she could only be grateful to me for using her for my pleasure. But every bitch in my private universe is like that. She was no different. The trick was to get the other Carol, the one in our home universe, to become my willing slave."

"How'd you do it, Uncle Bob? What's the trick?"

"Knowledge, my boy. Information. Plus a little bit of mental energy applied in just the right places. Here's how it works." Uncle Bob drew two circles on the paper, each one resting on one of the two parallel lines that represented our universe and Uncle Bob's private universe. He labeled the circles Carol-1, in our universe, and Carol-2, in his private universe. "After I acquired Carol-2 in my private universe and used her thoroughly, I then explored her at my leisure. Remember, up until I entered my private universe, it was exactly like earth. So everything I learned about Carol-2 was equally true of Carol-1. I learned her hopes and fears, her likes and dislikes. I learned everything about her personal history. She even told me things about herself that no one else knew. All that information was important, but it was only the beginning. Because a private universe is a mind-over-matter universe for the person who learns how to enter it, I was able to gain information about how Carol's mind and body affected one another that even she herself didn't know. It was sort of like finding hidden switches inside her head and body that I could flip to manipulate her. Of course, inside my private universe, I didn't need any such knowledge, any switches, in order to manipulate her or any other cunt. No, that information and the energy to flip those switches were only needed in our universe, where Carol-1 lived."

Uncle Bob paused to drink some more brandy and take another toke of smoke. This probably took less than a minute. But it seemed like an eternity to me. I couldn't wait to find out how to get a cunt like Carol and make her my slave, right here, right now!

Uncle Bob exhaled the smoke and resumed talking. "Back in this world, it took several weeks for me to track Carol down. She moved around a lot, staying with friends, at hotels, and with rich men who paid for her time and sexual services. I had to bribe a bunch of guys in the porno industry to get her current location. All I needed to do was get within ten feet of her. From that distance, I could begin flipping those switches inside her head and body. Then I could talk to her for a few minutes and she had to listen. Everything I told her was exactly what she had always wanted to hear. I invited her to dinner. She accepted eagerly. After dinner, I made her give me a blowjob in my car. She is an amazing cocksucker! I made her swallow every drop. And SHE thanked ME afterwards! That's when I took complete control of her. I put one, specific thought deep into her mind and into the emotional core of her heart: 'I want to be this man's property, his slave, forever.' I made her want that more than anything else in the world. She wanted to be my slave more than she wanted life itself. And now she is that, my slave. She got exactly what I made her want. Carol is now my willing, eager, happy, loving, obedient slave. The troubled life of her past has dropped away. She is now happy and content as my slave. From the moment I took control of her to this very day, Carol has belonged to me and me alone, body and soul. And she always will."

"Woot!" I yelled and swung my arms widely, knocking my brandy snifter to the floor where it smashed.

"Ooops!" I said. "Sorry, Uncle."

He just laughed. "Not to worry, my boy. I'll have my cunts clean it up in the morning." He stood up. "Let's call it an evening, shall we? I want you to go home and write down everything I told you. Everything you can remember, at least. Then when you're ready, try the technique." He reached into his pocket and took out a shiny coin. "Here, my boy, take this" he said as he flipped the coin towards me and I caught it. "You can toss this coin to split for your private universe." I slipped the coin into my pocket.

"I will, Uncle Bob" I said. "Thank you so much! For the dinner and for…everything." I grasped his right hand with both of mine. A tear came to my eye. "I want to be just like you, Uncle Bob."

He put his other hand on my shoulder. "Someday you will, my boy. Someday you will. I'm sure of it."

And with that, he walked me to the front door and out to my car. As I drove down the long driveway, I looked into my rearview mirror and saw him smiling and waving. I reached my hand out the window and waved back.

Chapter 2

There's a first time for everything.

The night that Uncle Bob taught me his technique for creating my own private, mind-over-matter universe, I wrote down his instructions. He told me to try out the technique when I was ready. When would I be ready? Right then, as soon as I was done writing everything down? Or the next day? I lay in bed thinking about it. Maybe I should let my head clear. Get a good night's sleep first.

But I could hardly sleep a wink all night. I was too excited. I wanted to get my own personal earth with all the beautiful women in it and have my way with them any time I pleased.

I was still sleepless when dawn sunlight peeked through my bedroom window, so I gave up any hope of sleeping. I went to the window and looked outside. In the street, I saw a female jogger. I had seen this woman before. And I had lusted after her. She had red hair and fair skin. She was a new mother. I had seen her nursing her baby in the park one day. I overheard her telling another mother that she was taking up jogging to get rid of the weight she'd gained during pregnancy. She didn't look fat to me. She had curves in all the right places.

I grabbed the coin Uncle Bob had given me the night before. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined the colors and sounds as he had instructed me. Then I opened my eyes and flipped the coin. It came up heads. I stared at it. Then I imagined that it had come up tails.

BAM!—the universe split in two.

I can't really describe the feeling of what happened. It was like everything was the same, but nothing was the same. Somehow I knew that I had entered the parallel universe, the duplicate earth that now belonged to me. By the power of my mind, I could control matter. And people. I was sure of it. I could feel it in my bones.

I threw on some clothes and ran down into the street. The redheaded jogger was block ahead of me, just turning the corner. "Shit!" I thought. "It's going to take some work to catch up with her. I wish she would just turn around and jog right back to me."

Then, much to my surprise and delight, I saw her coming back around the corner. She jogged right up to me and stopped. She smiled and held out her hand. "Hi" she said. "My name is Samantha. Do you live around here?"

I shook her hand. But before answering her question, I looked her up and down. Her flaming red hair was tied back in a ponytail. She had the most amazing green eyes. Her alabaster-white skin graced the face of an angel. Her curvaceous body was adorned with a pair of oversized breasts, the gifts of motherhood. Her legs, shapely and smooth, were the promise of what I might find up between them.

Back in our home universe, a woman would be offended if a man sized her up like I had just done. But not here in my private universe. Here, Samantha seemed pleased that I had assessed her like a piece of meat.

I looked up to the sky and silently mouthed the words Thank you, God.

Then I finished shaking her hand. "You look all sweaty, Samantha. I live right over there" I said, pointing to my apartment. "Why don't you come over to my place and take a shower?"

Back on original earth, a typical woman might have slapped my face or just run away. But we weren't back on the home world. We were on my turf now. Things are different here.

Samantha's face brightened with a smile from ear to ear. "Thank you, Sir! You are so kind. I would love to come to your place and take a shower. I-I don't know how I could ever repay you for your generosity though." Her brow furrowed with concern. "I don't have any money on me. Would you accept a blowjob?"

I closed my eyes and swayed a little.

"Uhh. Excuse me. Could you say that again?" I asked incredulously.

Samantha raised her eyebrows. "Oh, is a blowjob not enough? Would you like to fuck me? I'll do anything you want, Sir. Your slightest wish is my command."

I grabbed Samantha by the waist and pulled her to me. I kissed her on the mouth, hard. She opened her mouth to accept my tongue, and placed her arms around my neck. We kissed passionately, there in the middle of the street. I felt the sweat of her body. I smelled her natural feminine fragrance. And I ran my hands all over her body as we kissed, squeezing her breasts, grabbing her butt, and rubbing up against her pussy.

When I finally withdrew my tongue from her mouth, I looked at her radiant face. She was in ecstasy; eyes rolled back, a look of bliss beaming from her face. "Oh, Sir" she said. "I love you. I want to be with you. Only with you. Please let me serve you. If I'm not good enough to be your slave, at least let me serve you somehow."

Then she reached into her top and pulled both of her breasts out from their confinement. "Look" she said, as she squeezed one breast. "I'm lactating. I can at least give you my milk. All of it. I'll bottle feed my baby. You are more important than any baby."

Her breasts were large and creamy white, with wide, pale pink nipples.

"How big are these, bitch?" I asked, taking a tit in each hand and squeezing it.

"38 D-cups, Sir. I hope you like them."

I leaned down and took one milky breast into my mouth. I sucked hard as her milk flowed. I was getting breakfast in a most unexpectedly wonderful way! While I sucked one breast, I twisted the other and squeezed it hard, squirting her milk out into the street.

Samantha moaned. "Thank you, Sir" she said. "Thank you for accepting my milk. My breasts are yours, Sir. Do anything you like with them. They exist only for your pleasure. Use them." Then she paused. "Abuse them, if you like. I am nothing but a worthless cunt. You are everything to me."

Upon hearing that, I bit her tit. Hard. I felt her wince. She moaned again. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you for the pain. Use me and abuse me. I exist only for you, Sir."

This was amazing. Samantha was saying and doing exactly what I wanted her to say and do, and I didn't even have to tell her. It was almost like she was reading my mind. But that's not exactly what was happening. Uncle Bob had explained to me that in this, my private universe, my mind had the power to influence and even control everything. And everyone. On some level, my mind had already informed Samantha what to say and do. She was following this information naturally, without any verbal instructions from me. Samantha could not stop herself from being hopelessly devoted to me.

Wow, did THAT save a lot of time and trouble!

I straightened up and kissed her again. "Let's go back to my place, bitch" I said. "I want to see if you give good blowjobs."

Samantha smiled as if she had just won the lottery. "Oh, thank you, Sir! I want to give you the best blowjobs you've ever had!"

I put one arm around her waist and grabbed one of her tits with my other hand. "We'll see about that, you worthless cunt."

She smiled again and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you for calling me a worthless cunt, Sir. That is such an honor, coming from you!"

That was another amazing thing about Samantha. I had rarely called a woman "bitch" to her face. Most women detested being called bitch. I had never called a woman a cunt, much less worthless cunt. It felt so liberating to call a woman any dirty name I felt like, and to have the woman not only accept being called those dirty names, but to like it. And to thank me for it. This felt amazing!

As we walked back to my place, we kissed and nuzzled and giggled. I told her "I'm going to use you for all you're worth, bitch. I'm going to put your worthless cunt, mouth, ass, and tits to good use."

"Thank you, Sir" she responded. "To be used by you and to serve you is the only reason I exist. Thank you for anything and everything you ever do to me. And thank you for any pain you might inflict on me. Please degrade me, Sir. Please treat me like the lowest whore on earth. That would be my greatest honor and pleasure."

I grabbed and squeezed her ass hard, then spanked it. "I'm going to take you in every hole, bitch."

She smiled brightly. "That's wonderful, Sir! I would be so honored if you would sodomize me. Would you like me to give you and ass-to-mouth blowjob afterward, to clean your heavenly dick in my unworthy mouth?"

I smacked her ass again. "You bet, bitch. Every time." Then I kissed her again, forcing my tongue deep into her mouth. She accepted it greedily and embraced my tongue with her own.

We walked into my place and I shut the door. "Strip, bitch" I commanded. "I want to get a complete look at my new property."

Samantha smiled. "Yes, Sir! Thank you for accepting me as your property." Then she pulled off her top and pulled down her running shorts. Her body was magnificent. The skin that had never been exposed to the sun was pure white. Her pussy was the same red color as the hair on her head. As she sat down on my couch to untie her sneakers, she crossed one leg over the other, which opened up her crotch a bit. I caught a glimpse of her pink vagina. I would be seeing a lot more of that soon.

After Samantha had removed both of her shoes she stood before me, stark naked. Then she slowly twirled around, showing me her back side as well as her front. Her ass was exquisitely shaped. She gazed at me with a coquettish look. "Do you like what you see, Sir?"

"Turn around and bend over, bitch. I want to inspect your ass."

"Yes, Sir!" she said, and immediately turned her back toward me, bent over, grabbed her ankles, and displayed her bottom.

I went over and sat on the floor with my face a few inches from her ass. "I'm going to take my time with this inspection, you worthless cunt. Understand?"

"Oh, yes I do, Sir. I am your property. You have every right do to whatever you want with me. Your slightest wish is my command."

Her butt cheeks, ass crack, and cunt were all on display. I stared for a moment. All of these are mine, I thought. I can do anything I want with them. I can do it fast or slow. Easy or hard. I can cause her any amount of discomfort and pain. And she can't stop me.

I rubbed her cunt with my fingers, spreading her lips. I put my face up close to sniff her snatch. Her redheaded cunt has a distinctive perfume. I licked it. Mmmm! What a tasty cunt.

Then I spread her butt cheeks and looked closely at her anus. It was as pale pink as her nipples. Very clean, too. And with no signs of any hemorrhoids. I inserted a finger into her asshole without lubricating it first.

"How does that feel, bitch?" I asked.

"It hurts a little, Sir. But it feels good too, because you are doing it to me. I am eternally grateful for anything you do to me, Sir, no matter how much it hurts."

I shoved my finger in deeper and wiggled it around. Then I pulled my finger out of her ass.

"Turn around, Samantha" I commanded. She obeyed instantly.

I held up the finger I had just used to probe her asshole. "Suck it clean, bitch" I commanded.

Samantha smiled as if I were offering her the world's most expensive chocolate treat. "Oh, Sir, what an honor! To clean your finger in my unworthy mouth. I can hardly believe how good you are to me, a worthless cunt." She proceeded to suck and lick my finger while keeping her eyes on mine. This was the promise of good cocksucking skills.

I pulled my finger out of her mouth. "That's enough, bitch." I stood up. "Let's go to the bedroom where I can make full use of you."

"Oh, my beloved Sir, I would kiss you now except that my unworthy mouth is soiled with my own shit, and I don't want to despoil your purity."

"That's the right attitude, bitch" I said. I put my arm around Samantha's waist and walked her to my bedroom. Once there, I commanded her to help me remove my clothing, which she did with the greatest gentleness and skill.

"OK bitch" I said. "Lie down on your back and spread your legs. Use your hands to hold your legs apart. I am going to inspect your pussy now, you worthless cunt."

She did as I commanded. I ran my fingers through her downy, red public hair. Then I sniffed her pussy. Wow, but did it smell good! I spread Samantha's cunt lips and licked at her pink vagina. It tasted better than any cunt on earth I'd ever had. Her cunt juices started flowing, thick and sweet. I loved her smell and flavor. And her sex pheromones were turning me on in the extreme.

"Alright Samantha, before I fuck your cunt: where is that blowjob you promised?"

She gave her biggest smile yet. "Oh, Sir! I thought you'd never ask! I've been dying to take your heavenly dick into my unworthy mouth. Do you want me to suck you off and swallow your cum? That is my greatest desire, Sir."

I smiled. "I'll cum in your mouth later, bitch. Right now I'm just testing your skills. Suck me. Deep-throat me. Gag yourself on your owner's dick, whore."

"Thank you, Sir" she said brightly. "It would be my great honor to deep-throat you and gag-myself with your dick."

I lay down on my back and Samantha went down on me. Her technique was amazing! She used her hands to guide my dick into her mouth, but after that she was all mouth. And she never let my dick out of her mouth while she was blowing me. She began by pumping her head up and down while using her tongue to lick me at the same time. Samantha used her lips, tongue, mouth and throat in such a coordinated fashion to please me. I couldn't be sure whether she had developed her oral skills over a lifetime, or whether the subtle influence of my mind over her body was guiding Samantha to perform precisely the perfect blowjob for my tastes. Either way, I was winning!

Soon Samantha began using one hand to cup my balls. My dick became rock hard, almost ready to explode in her mouth. And then Samantha began deep-throating m. She took my dick so far down her throat that she could extend her tongue to lick my balls at the same time. She somehow managed to pump her head while deep throating me, licking my balls every time she thrust my dick to the deepest part of her throat.

Samantha truly was a great cocksucker. Far and away the best I'd ever had. But now I wanted to see how good she was at getting gag-fucked. A gag-fuck is practically mouth rape. Some women do it reluctantly. Most won't do it at all. What would Samantha do?

I grabbed her head with both hands and began violently fucking her mouth. "You want your Owner to gag-fuck you, bitch? Mouth-rape you? Huh?"

Samantha tried to speak but couldn't. The only sounds coming from her were the sounds of gagging and choking, with her gurgling as clear saliva dribbled from her mouth in long strings. Finally, I let go of her head and pulled my dick out of her mouth. Tears ran down her cheeks.

"What do you have to say for yourself, bitch?" I asked.

Samantha sniffled and wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. "Oh, Sir" she said in between sobs. "That was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. Please gag-fuck me again! Please mouth-rape me! I'll do anything for you, ANYTHING, if you'd just gag-fuck, mouth-rape me again! Please, I'm begging you, Sir."

I reached out and cupped her face in my hands. Looking deeply into her green eyes, I saw that she was completely sincere. She really wanted me to gag-fuck her, to rape her mouth. And then I noticed something more. I had some sort of deep, intuitive knowledge about her internal states; her thoughts, and feelings. I could read her like a book. I saw traces of an old personality pattern that had existed up until the moment she had met me. That pattern was now pushed into the background. It was fading fast. In its place was a new pattern, strong and growing stronger. This new pattern was a perfect complement to my needs and desires.

This explained so much. Samantha had been speaking and doing everything I wanted her to say and do, without my telling her in advance. My mind control over her was implicit and natural, like falling off a log. She would always want what I want her to want. And her pleasure would always come from giving me pleasure.

Samantha sniffled again. "May I suck you, Sir? Please let me suck you. Even if you don't mouth-rape me, at least let me give you a blowjob. Please?"

I smiled at her. "Blow me, bitch" I said.

She went down on me with renewed vigor and absolute joy. I reached under her to grab one of her breasts. She moved to accommodate me, giving easy access to her milk-laden tits. I squeezed her tit as she sucked my dick. Then I lay back to let the wonder of this moment fully sink into my consciousness.

I was living inside my own private universe. Everything was under my control, either consciously or subconsciously. I had an absolutely gorgeous young cunt giving me the best blowjob of my life. And all she wanted in return was the chance to do it again, and more, in the future, forever. As my property. As my slave.

Does it get any better than this? I wondered.

Samantha sucked and sucked. I could have easily cum in her mouth. But I wanted to use her in other ways, too. "Sixty-nine, bitch" I commanded.

She climbed on top of me and put her pussy in my face. I ate her delicious redhead cunt while she continued to blow me. In this position, I also got a good close up look at her ass. Her anus was very inviting. I shoved a finger in as I had done before. Then I inserted a second finger. I wanted to stretch her a bit to get Samantha's ass ready for buttfucking.

"OK, bitch" I said. "It's time you got fucked up the ass."

"Oh, thank you, Sir" she said. "How do you want me? On my knees? On my belly, spreading my butt cheeks? On my back, holding my knees?"

"Hmm" I said. "Let's start with you on your knees."

Samantha got on her knees while I stood next to the bed. Her exquisite ass faced my hips. Her saliva on my dick would be the only lubrication this bitch was going to get. I wanted this to hurt. I wanted her to experience a painful buttfuck. I wanted to see her reaction.

I rubbed the head on my dick against her anus. "I'm going in, bitch. Your Owner is entering his property from the rear." And with that, I shoved my dick up her ass.

"Yow! Ow-ow-ow! That hurts so much, Sir!" Samantha yelled.

I froze for a second. "Do you want me to stop, Samantha?" I asked.

"No, Sir! Of course not. I just wanted you to know how painful this is for me. So you can enjoy it more."

I smiled from ear to ear. That's exactly what I wanted to hear! Then I shoved my dick brutally all the way up her ass until my balls were resting between her butt cheeks. Then I leaned forward, my belly resting against her lower back, and grabbed one of her tits. I squeezed it hard. Then I twisted it. And yanked it on. "Does this hurt, bitch?"

"Yes, Sir" Samantha said. "Thank you for giving me this pain in my tit to accompany the awful pain in ass. You are so good to use me like this, Sir. I hope my pain is pleasing to you. Thank you for giving me the chance to please you."

"You're getting what your Owner wants to give you, bitch. You should be grateful to me, you worthless cunt." I stood up again and continued to butt-fuck Samantha with vigor and abandon, as she whimpered her thanks to me for the pain.

At long last, I pulled my dick out of her ass. "Look what you did to me, Samantha" I said. "Turn around and look." I pointed to bits of brown on my dick. "I was nice enough to fuck you up and ass, and you went and got my dick all dirty. What are you doing to do about that, you worthless slut?"

Samantha turned around, looked up at me, looked down at my dick, and smiled with a sly grin. "I'm so sorry, Sir. I've been a very bad girl. I soiled your heavenly dick with my unworthy ass. Please let me suck your dick clean. Please? It would be such a great honor for me if you would degrade me in this way. Please let me clean you in my mouth. Shove your shit-covered dick down my throat and let me clean it for you. I'm begging you, Sir. Please?"

I nodded my head. Samantha moved herself into position and took my dick into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirl all over my dick as she pumped her head and also moved her whole body around, making sure that her tongue reached every part of my dick. No drool came from her mouth. I put one hand on her neck, then her throat. I felt her swallowing. Then I grabbed her head with both hands as I said "Good job, bitch. Now as your reward I am going to mouth-rape you again." I grabbed her head with both hands. I proceeded to fuck her mouth with vigor and violence. I forced my dick as far down her throat as it would go, gagging her in the process.

But I wasn't done with Samantha. I still hadn't fucked her pussy. So I pulled my dick out of her mouth. I ordered her to lay down on her back and spread her legs. She did this, instantly. Then I mounted her, my dick slipping easily into her juicy twat. As I fucked her sweet cunt, I grabbed her tits, one in each hand, and squeezed them hard. Every few moments, I yanked a tit upward toward my head as I bent down to suck and bite it. I drank Samantha's tit milk while I fucked her cunt. She was a full-service bitch!

I felt myself getting close to cumming. "I'm going to be cumming soon, bitch. I don't want to cum in your cunt. I want to use your mouth like a cunt. Time for another mouth-rape, bitch!"

I climbed off Samantha and lay on my back. She went down on me quickly, taking my dick in her mouth and pumping her head rapidly. I helped her out by grabbing her by the hair and gag-fucking her. She was an eager participant in her own mouth-rape.

Finally the moment came. "I'm cumming in your mouth, bitch! I'm cumming in your mouth, you motherfucking whore! Swallow every drop, cunt-mouth!"

My cum shot into her mouth in great volleys. Spurt after spurt after spurt. She kept pumping her head and using her tongue to maximize my pleasure as I ejaculated. She was the most skillful cocksucker I had ever known!

Soon enough my cum stopped flowing and my dick went soft. But she did not let it out of her mouth. I realized that she would never let my dick out of her mouth without my permission. So, keeping my dick in her mouth, I rolled us both into a side by side position. Then I said "Look into my eyes, Samantha." She gazed up at me with her green eyes glowing with love and happiness. I could feel her internal state. There was nothing but satisfaction, and joy, and deep, deep love. Her throat was sore. Her ass was sore. Her tits were sore. Her cunt was sore. But none of that mattered to her in the slightest. She had succeeded in getting her Owner to cum in her mouth after pleasuring him with her entire body. She felt fulfilled as a woman. If she achieved nothing else in her entire life, this one morning of sex with me would justify her existence. That is precisely how she felt.

I lay back and relaxed as she gently nursed my limp dick in her mouth. And I contemplated what had just happened.

I had just picked up a complete stranger on the street. I had called her all sorts of dirty names. I used and abused her sexually. I had taken selfish joy in getting my sexual needs met while ignoring hers. And yet in a strange way, her needs were met, too. Because her pleasure was utterly, completely, 100% dependent on my pleasure. Samantha could not be happy unless she first made me happy. In engineering terms, her body-mind, or system, was slaved to my own. In truth, functionally, she was already my slave, even though I had not called her that yet. She acknowledged me as her Owner and herself as my lowly property. But we had not used the terms Master and slave yet.

"Bitch" I said, looking down at her as she looked up at me with my dick in her mouth. "Who owns you?"

Samantha kept my dick in her mouth while answering, so her words were garbled. But I could read her mind and her heart. "You own me, Sir. Body and soul. Forever and ever."

I smiled. "So bitch, you are my property. Would you also like to be my slave?"

She practically exploded with joy! My dick still in her mouth, she garble-talked while I read her mind. "Yes, Sir. I've wanted to be your slave and call you Master from the very first second we met. It would be my greatest joy and honor. Please, PLEASE, accept me as your slave, Sir. Let me call you Master!"

I stroked her hair. "Let it be known far and wide, to one and all, that from this moment onward, Samantha is my slave."

Tears of joy ran down Samantha's cheeks. She said over and over again, with my dick still in her mouth, "Thank you, Master! This is the greatest joy and greatest honor any cunt could ever receive. To be your slave is the best thing that could ever happen to a cunt. I know I'm only a worthless piece of shit. Yet you have taken me as your slave. How can I ever repay you, my Lord and Master? I love you! I worship you! I adore you! I live only to serve you! Your slightest wish is my command, forever and ever!"

This is it. I had finally done it. I had acquired a drop-dead gorgeous, sexually skilled, utterly submissive young woman as my slave. Score!

Still smiling, I was getting sleepy now. I had barely slept a wink all night. So I pulled my dick out my slave's mouth and ordered her to present her tits to me, the man who owns them. Samantha complied with delight. I had her lay on her back so I could use one tit as a pillow while I held onto the other tit like a good luck charm. We both fell asleep in contented bliss.

* * *

When I woke up, several hours had passed. I had turned over in my sleep. Samantha was curled up against my back. I rolled her over gently and began to play with her tits. I sucked and bit them as if they belonged to me and I could use them without caring how she felt about what I did. Which is exactly the truth of the situation. She murmured pleasant, cooing sounds as I sucked and bit her tits harshly. My pleasure overrode whatever pain she might have felt. Which is exactly as it should be.

"Enjoy your tits, Master" she said dreamily. "They are all for you. Only for you."

I squeezed 'my tits' on her chest. I twisted them. Yanked them. Bit them. Samantha winced in pain during some of this. But in response to everything I did to her, no matter how painful, she said precisely the same thing: "Thank you, Master. Thank you for using me."

I soon had another hard-on. "Blow me bitch" I said as I lay on my back to let her do her job.

Samantha happily went down on me and sucked like a pro once again. But I decided not to cum just yet. I told her to keep my dick in her mouth but suck it gently for a while.

"Listen up, bitch" I said. "We're going to find you some help in taking care of your baby. Changing diapers, preparing bottle feedings, and everything. Your milk all belongs to me now. And your body belongs to me. Do you have a husband or boyfriend?"

Samantha looked up at me, puzzled. It was almost as if she had no idea how she had become pregnant. So I looked deeply into her mind. I saw memories of a husband, but they were fading just as her entire past was fading. I was her new reality. And it wasn't that she was forgetting some man who would one day come looking for her. He had ceased to exist in her life. He had forgotten all about her. By some mysterious working of the cosmos, my mere presence in this parallel earth, my private universe, was changing the past and re-working the present. Everything was moving and changing to accommodate my needs and desires.

What power! What bliss! Who would ever want to leave a place like this?

And that's when it hit me. It's just what Uncle Bob had warned me about. The temptations in this place are phenomenal, incalculable.

I realized in a flash that I had to get back to my world, my universe, at once. But I also understood that Samantha would be crushed, bereft and grieving if her Master were to leave her.

What to do?!

Time. Time was the key. Uncle Bob had told me that the flow of time is not synchronized between parallel universes. In my private universe, I could move into the past or the future, to a limited extent. And time flowed much more slowly in my private universe. It ran 100 times faster in my home universe.

How long had I been here? I looked at the clock. Five hours had passed. I did a little mental arithmetic. Barely 3 minutes had passed at home!

Immediately, I knew what to do.

"OK slave" I said. "You will move in with me tonight. I want you to go home, and start packing your things. Be back here tonight with whatever you need for the next few days. Later we can make more permanent arrangements. I expect you to be here, in this bed with me tonight, servicing me sexually in any way I choose. Understand, cunt?"

Samantha gave me her most radiant smile ever. With my dick still in her mouth, she garble-talked "Yes, Master! You are so good to me, a worthless cunt. Thank you! Thank you!"

Samantha got up and dressed. All the while she was humming a happy tune. I watched her from the bed. Before she left, she came over to me, bent down, and kissed me passionately. "You have made me the happiest woman in the world! I love and worship you forever. Please use me forever!"

I smiled. "I will, bitch. I will."

As soon as she was out the door I closed my eyes and reversed the split between universes.

BAM!

I was back in my bed. Dawn sunlight was peeking through the window. I rushed over to the window and looked down into the street. Samantha was jogging down the street, looking straight ahead. I thought "Look at me, bitch." Right then, she gazed up toward my window. I waved. She ignored me and kept on running.

I grabbed my coin, prepared to go back to my private universe where Samantha was my sex slave.

Then I stopped. I remembered Uncle Bob's warnings about temptation ruining everything.

I put the coin down. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I had just had several hours of the best sex of my life. Inside another universe. Now I needed to make plans on how I could get back there without leaving my life in the lurch in my home universe.

It's not easy having a foot in two worlds.

Chapter 3

I had just made my first excursion into my private parallel universe and acquired my first sex slave there, Samantha. My experiences were so incredible, so amazing, so wish-fulfilling, that I was still walking around in a daze the next day.

I made a pot of coffee and sat down with a cup to ponder my situation. Here in my home universe, I was still a guy with a job and a meager income. There in my private universe, everything came to me without working. Here in my home universe, I had broken up with my last, mediocre girlfriend quite a while ago. There in my private universe, I had an eager sex slave who was more beautiful, sexy, and compliant than any other woman I had ever been with.

Whatever problems might come with owning sex slaves and being wealthy in my own private universe were problems I was happy to have!

Here in my home universe, time moves more slowly than in my private universe. One hour in my home universe is 100 hours back there. So I had plenty of time here at home to plan my next moves inside my private universe. But I felt like I could use a little help, a little advice, from my good old weird Uncle Bob, who had given me the techniques for getting my own private universe in the first place. So I gave him a call.

"Hi, Uncle Bob" I began. "I tried it and it worked beautifully."

"Excellent!" Uncle Bob exclaimed. "I've been waiting eagerly to hear from you. Tell me what happened."

I explained briefly how I had entered my private universe and saw a woman named Samantha that I had lusted after in my home universe. I told Uncle Bob how Samantha had practically thrown herself at me and begged me to let her serve me sexually. I confessed that Samantha was a beauty way out of my league. Yet now she was my eager sex slave. Inside my private universe, anyway. Which brought me to my first question.

"So Uncle Bob, when I got back home, I saw her again. From a distance. She is not my sex slave here, in this universe. But two funny things happened. First, when she wasn't looking at me, I sent her the mental command to look at me, and she did. Second—and this is what's really bothering me—when I waved at her, she completely ignored me. What gives? This seems like that 'bleed-through' between universes that you told me about. But it's not all good."

Uncle Bob replied immediately. "It is bleed-through. But remember, my boy, this bleed-through is relatively minor. It comes in fits and starts, and only weakly. You have to know how to use the little bit of power you get from bleed-through. Remember what I told you about Carol?"

I did. Carol is one of Uncle Bob's four gorgeous, blonde sex slaves. She is a former porno actress. I have a crush on her myself. Uncle Bob had first acquired Carol as his sex slave inside his own personal, private universe. He learned everything about her there. Then he used that knowledge to find Carol in our home universe, and manipulate her by using his special techniques until he had her firmly and permanently under his power. Now Carol loves him completely and serves him without limits. She's amazing.

"So" Uncle Bob continued "you've got to learn everything about your sex slave. What is her name again?"

"Samantha" I replied.

"Yes, Samantha. You've already seen how easy it is to read her mind, haven't you? In your private universe, I mean."

I had. Samantha was an open book to me. But I'm still on chapter one of that book.

"OK, I understand that, Uncle Bob. It took you quite a bit of money and effort to locate Carol. Then you had to charm her, 'flip her internal switches' you called it, and generally do a lot of work. It was so easy taking Samantha inside my private universe. Do I even want to go through all that effort to get her inside our home world as well?"

Uncle Bob harrumphed. "Well, that's your choice, my boy."

"I mean, it's not like Samantha is fancy free in this world. She's married and she's got a new baby" I said. Then I added "Oh, and she's lactating. Her tits are fantastic!"

Uncle Bob laughed. "Good for you, my boy! Enjoy her lactating tits. In my own personal universe, I've got stables of lactating bitches who produce milk solely for me. It's the perfect food, you know."

Wow, I thought. Uncle Bob has been building up his situation in his own private universe for many years. He's way beyond where I'm at.

"So what do you think I should do, Uncle Bob?"

"You have a simple choice" he replied. "You can take the easy route and only have Samantha inside your personal universe. She's easy to control there. She lives for you already, with no questions asked and no training needed. However, if you want to have her here in our home universe too…well, then, you've got your work cut out for you. You'll have to make her marriage end. And you'll have to deal with the fact that she has a baby. That's a huge complication. You've noticed that inside your private universe, all those problems take care of themselves. Her husband fades out of Samantha's life as if he had never been. He gets slotted into a new life track as if he had never met her. Her baby will be taken care of by others. Samantha and those people who take of her baby will forget that Samantha was ever pregnant. All problems solved, automatically. You don't have to lift a finger."

I sighed. "I like that. I don't want to add to my work load. Still, it would be nice to have Samantha as my slave here."

Uncle Bob laughed. "My boy, you act as if Samantha is the only bitch in the sea! There are millions more just like her. Or better! Don't lose your head over one measly cunt. Start building up a harem in this world without Samantha. Maybe later her life situation will change even without you doing anything about it. The barriers to acquiring her as a slave might be lower then. If that happens, you can swoop in, scoop her up, and plop her into your harem, the nest of cunts you've already gathered here on earth. In any case" Uncle Bob continued "your harem inside your private universe will always be bigger and better than any you could acquire on earth."

I knew he was right. Everything was easier and better in my personal universe. I had mind-over-matter control there. Here in my home universe, everything was a struggle.

And yet I missed Samantha already. A man can't have sex for 5 hours with the most beautiful woman he's ever been with and then just forget about her. I wanted Samantha in my arms right now!

"You're right, Uncle Bob. Thanks for your advice. I'll talk to you later."

"Not so fast" Uncle Bob said. "I thought something like the problem you described might come up. So I prepared a little present for you."

That piqued my interest. "What sort of present?" I asked.

"Are you free for dinner tonight?" Uncle Bob asked.

"At your place? Sure! I had such a great time there the other night."

"No" Uncle Bob said. "Not at my place. And not with me and my harem. I've set up a blind date for you."

If anybody else in the world had told me that they'd set me up on I blind date for me, I'd probably have run away screaming. But my Uncle Bob is not like anybody else in the world. If you'd seen his harem, you'd know what I'm talking about. Still, I was a little cautious.

"A blind date? What's her name? Where are we supposed to meet?"

"I'll send you that information in a text message" Uncle Bob replied. "Call me, after your date, if you feel like it."

I thanked him and we ended the call. A few seconds later, I got a text message telling me to go to the Café Florence that evening where I would meet Valentina.

I had to work all day. But I had a difficult time concentrating on my job. All I could think of was Samantha back in my private universe, and my upcoming blind date with the mystery woman, Valentina. Who was she, anyway? Knowing my Uncle Bob, I was pretty sure she had to be beautiful. And probably blonde. Uncle Bob really had a thing for blondes.

My workday seemed to drag on forever.

Finally, the workday was done. I headed home, took a quick shower, and put on a fresh set of my best clothes. I drove to Café Florence. Traffic was worse than I had expected, so I arrive a few minutes late.

I had never been to Café Florence before. When I saw the valet parking, and the expensive cars lined up to drop off their passengers, I swallowed hard. I couldn't afford this place! But it was too late to back out now. I imagined my unpaid credit card balance ballooning into the red zone.

I dropped off my dingy old car with the valet, who smirked as he took my keys. "I'll try not to damage it… anymore, sir" he quipped.

I stepped inside the restaurant and looked around. The place was elegant, in a European sort of way. There was a throng of people waiting to be seated. I went to the maître de and gave him my name. "Ahh, very good, sir" he said. "Your reservation was made by one of our very best customers. He is a major investor in our establishment. The young lady is already waiting for you at table. Please follow me."

I followed him into the dining area, which was divided into many separate rooms for privacy. He stopped before one of the rooms and gestured with his hand for me to enter. Before I did, however, he whispered in my ear. "Your check is being covered by the man who made your reservation. He instructed me to tell you to order whatever you like, with his compliments."

Good old Uncle Bob comes through again! I love that guy!

The room had four small tables that would seat 2 people at each. However, all but one of the tables had a RESERVED sign on it. I was guessing that Uncle Bob had blocked out those tables so that my date and I could have some more privacy. This was getting better by the minute.

Sitting alone at the one occupied table was a curvaceous redhead. This must be the mysterious Valentina. I was surprised that she wasn't blonde. Yet she had the same sort of Slavic beauty as Uncle Bob's sex slave Tatiana.

As I approached the table to offer a handshake, Valentina rose, took my hand, and then kissed me on both cheeks.

"Thank you so much for coming" she said in accented English. "Your Uncle Bob, he speaks highly of you."

Did I mention how much I love my Uncle Bob?

We sat down and a waiter instantly appeared with our menus, a wine list, and a basket of various breads and butter.

I opened my menu and pretended to read it while glancing over it at Valentina. She was a stunner. Her hair was very dark red, and her eyes bright blue. Her face was begging to be kissed. (At least I felt like begging to kiss it!) She wore a little black dress that clung to her magnificent curves, only leaving room for her ample bosom to blossom.

I licked my lips.

"What will you order?" Valentina asked.

I hadn't really read the menu. "Uhh. I can't decide" I said. "It all looks good."

"If I may be so bold" she said with continental flair "please allow me order for us. I eat at restaurant many times with your uncle and his women. In fact, I one of his women in past."

That stopped me cold. Had Uncle Bob set me up with one of his cast-offs? What was going on here?

"What do you mean, you were one of his women?"

Valentina smiled. "In truth, I still one of his women. Once woman loves your uncle, she cannot leave."

My head was swimming. I had trouble connecting these dots.

"Please explain" I said.

Valentina reached across the table and took my hand. "Your uncle can keep only small number of women in house in this world. Yes, I know about other world. Private universe. He owns me there, too."

She squeezed my hand. "I lived in uncle's harem. Was wonderful! Now I only can visit sometimes. He gave me other work."

Valentina's hand on mine felt so reassuring. Her touch was like warm velvet.

"What sort of work?" I asked.

Valentina smiled. "I procure new women for uncle. I help him acquire new young cunts. Girls who worthy to become his slaves."

My jaw must have hit the table, because Valentina smiled when she saw my shocked expression.

"I thought Uncle Bob did all that by himself" I said. "What exactly do you do?"

Valentina explained some things that Uncle Bob had not. She told me that Uncle Bob had deliberately left out many details about his life in our home world, as well as in his private universe. He was using Valentina to fill me in on some of those missing details. At first, I felt a bit resentful that Uncle Bob had not told me himself. Then again, I would much rather gaze at beautiful Valentina and feel her soft hand on mine than to look at my old coot of an uncle.

"Your uncle great man" Valentina said. "Before him, my life not worth living. Now every day I cherish, because me he owns. This important. Nothing else important. Every minute, I serve your uncle. This is happiness of mine. He everything to me."

I asked Valentina for some details on how she procures new young slaves for my uncle. She told me that she is only one of several women who do this for him. She is like a regional sales manager. Her region is Eastern Europe, Russia, and the former Soviet republics. Valentina said that there are a lot of blonde cunts there, as well as some redheads such as herself that Uncle Bob also likes. Her mission is to identify the best of the best. Then Uncle Bob checks out the exact same women who exist in his private universe. If he likes them there, he takes them. And if he takes them there, it makes it infinitely easier for him to take them in this world as well.

My Uncle Bob is no slouch!

By this time in our conversation, dinner had already been ordered and served. The food was delicious. Appetizer. Soup. Salad. Main dish. The whole European deal. And we were on our second bottle of excellent wine. Plus I could not ask for better company. Valentina's love for my uncle made her a radiant presence: sweet, humorous, and delightful.

By the time we ordered dessert and coffee, I was feeling very good. I was grateful to my Uncle Bob for setting up this "blind date" with Valentina. If Valentina had not been one of his women, I would have made a play for her myself. But as it was, I was simply appreciated learning more about Uncle Bob's operations, and the true scale of his ownership of women. My Uncle Bob owned a staggering number of cunts in this world. I couldn't imagine how many more he must own in his private universe.

As I ate my cake, I thanked Valentina for the wonderful evening, and for giving me all the detailed information.

Valentina looked startled. "Evening not over. Evening only begin now" she said.

She reached across the table and took my hand again. This time she kissed it. "I am gift from uncle. Use me for pleasure."

I dropped my fork.

Have I mentioned how much I love my Uncle Bob?

Valentina signed the restaurant bill, which good old Uncle Bob was paying. (I took a look at the total on the bill. It was over three months of car payments for me.) She told me the name of the hotel she was staying at. It was the most expensive in town, of course. She had arrived by cab, so I drove her there in my car. She was too polite to comment on the deplorable condition of my rattle-trap jalopy.

The hotel lobby was palatial. A waterfall cascaded down one wall. A piano player performed in an alcove. The chandeliers overhead looked like galaxies.

Valentina and I got into an elevator alone and she pressed the button for her floor. As soon as the elevator doors closed, she threw her arms around my neck and began kissing me passionately. In between her flurry of kisses, she spoke "You." Kiss. "Only you I serve tonight." Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. "Anything I do for you." Kiss. "Only you."

I gripped her passionately, returning her kisses. "So you are my property tonight?"

"Da" she said. Kiss. Kiss.

"You are my bitch?"

"Da. I your bitch." Kiss. Kiss.

Then I slapped her.

Startled for a moment, Valentina looked at me. Then she dropped to her knees. She kissed my feet. "Use me." Kiss. "Abuse me." Kiss. Kiss. Then she looked up at me. "Anything I do for you. Anything you do to me."

I put my hand under her chin. Then I spat in her face.

Valentina smiled. With two fingers, she wiped my spittle from her face. She looked at it for a moment. Then put it in her mouth and swallowed it.

Valentina she opened her mouth wide. "More please, Master. Treat me like lowest whore. Please Master."

Just then the elevator doors opened. An older couple dressed in tuxedo and evening gown were standing there. They stared at Valentina and me. The old lady covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

We stared back at them for a second.

"Going down?" I asked. They silently shook their heads. Then the old lady started to faint. Her husband caught her. I pressed the elevator button.

Valentina and I laughed so hard, we I fell about the place, guffawing like two crazy people. As the elevator continued its upward movement, I slid down the wall, weak with laughter, until I was on the floor next to Valentina. She kissed me again.

"You great man. Like uncle" she said. "You like other gifts he give you."

In between my bursts of silly laughter, I managed to ask "What other gifts?"

The elevator doors opened at our floor. I stood up and offered Valentina my hand. She took it and struggled to her feet, somewhat hampered by the tightness of her dress.

"Other gifts, you see…" she said as she kissed my hand "…Master."

We walked down the hotel hallway with our arms around one another's waists, stopping in front of her room. From her purse she removed an electronic key card, swiped it, and pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit. All I could make out at first was the city skyline visible through the large windows. Then I noticed that we were not alone. There were other people in the room.

It was a set-up. I should have known. It had all been too good to be true. Those shadowy figures were probably Russian mobsters. I'd either have to run away or fight for my life. Who was I kidding? I couldn't run fast enough. And real Russian mobsters would beat the shit out of me. I was toast.

Then Valentina switched on a light. "Bitches!" Valentina said loudly. "Attention! Is new Master. You must please, or he reject you."

Valentina got down on her knees and looked up at me. "Master, these bitches gift from uncle. Take any you want. Your slaves. Try first. Keep all, or one, or none."

I looked around the room. Standing at attention, shoulder to shoulder, were three of the most gorgeous young women I had ever seen, stark naked. All were blondes. None of them could have been older than 20.

I looked down at Valentina. "Where are these girls from?" I asked.

"Russia, Ukraine, Latvia" she answered. "All chosen by uncle, with help from me. All trained by uncle's mind control. Any you not like, he take. Choose. But use first. They do anything for you, Master. I do anything, too." Then she kissed my feet again.

Well, I thought, this evening is getting better and more interesting by the minute!

Assuming the attitude of a military officer inspecting his troops, I put my hands behind my back and walked down the line of naked women. I walked back and forth, stopping first at one bitch and then another, looking closely at her face, going nose to nose, staring into her eyes. Each one was stunningly beautiful. Under ordinary earth conditions, guys would be competing with one another to flatter and seduce these girls. But these were not ordinary conditions. These girls were property. Wholly owned. And according to Valentina, they had already been trained and primed by Uncle Bob. So they were ready for anything in service to the man who owned them. And I might just turn out to be that man. If they were good enough for me.

I stopped in front of one of the blondes who had enormous breasts. I hefted her breasts in each of my hands as if weighing them. Then I addressed Valentina. "Do any of these bitches speak English?"

"Some only little bit" she answered. "I translate for you."

"OK" I said. "I don't care about their names. I am giving each of these bitches a new name. This bitch's name is Big Tits. Make her say it in English."

Valentina translated my command. The girl smiled and nodded her head. Then she looked me in the eye. "Master, my name Big Tits."

I still had her tits in my hands. I pulled them toward me, drawing her to my chest. I kissed her hard, on the mouth. She responded tenderly, submissively, putting her arms around my neck and rubbing the back of my head with one hand. I squeezed her tits hard as we kissed. She squirmed from the pain. But she did not stop kissing me. Finally, I let go of her tits.

"Good bitch, Big Tits" I said.

Big Tits looked at Valentina quizzically. Valentina translated my positive comment. Big Tits beamed with happiness. She looked me in the eye again. "Thank you, Master. Live to serve you."

I smiled back at her, as I drew my finger up between her pussy lips. Then I raised my finger to my lips and sniffed it. I looked at Big Tits as I sampled her odor on my finger. She looked anxious. I put my finger in her mouth. She sucked it gratefully.

Then I stepped in front of the next girl, another hot blonde. She was shorter than the first one. Her breasts were of moderate size. But her ass was extraordinary. Through Valentina, I commanded her to turn around and bend over. I put my hips up against her ass, to get some idea of relative fit. I was going to have some anal fun with this one later. But for now, she was simply undergoing inspection.

I dropped into a sitting position. Her buttocks were large and soft. No hint of cellulite or other blemishes. I ordered the bitch, through Valentina, to spread her ass cheeks. Her anus was clean and smelled fine. I was guessing that all of these cunts had been ordered to bath and ready themselves in advance of my arrival. I sniffed her cunt and licked it. It smelled and tasted good.

I fingered her asshole, shoving in first one finger and then another. She barely squirmed, but I heard her breathing hard. She will be fun to sodomize, I thought.

"Valentina" I said "tell this fat-assed cunt that her name is Buttfuck."

I stood up. Then, using Valentina to translate, I had Buttfuck stand up, face me and reply to this question: "What is your name, fat-assed cunt?"

"Buttfuck my name" she said with a smile.

I smiled back. Then I put my shitty fingers in her mouth. She sucked them clean.

I moved along to the final girl. She was taller and slimmer than the other two. Neither her tits nor her ass were particularly large. But her face…her face! This bitch may have been the most beautiful cunt I had ever laid eyes on. The other two bitches had gold-blonde hair. This bitch had natural platinum-blonde hair. Her eyes were the most striking blue color. And the proportions of her face were perfect. She looked like a goddess.

I unzipped my fly and pulled out my dick, and pushed the bitch to her knees.

As soon as this perfect goddess cunt was on her knees with my dick in her mouth, she looked up at me worshipfully as she sucked. I let her suck me for a while before I grabbed her head and forced my dick down her throat. She cooperated as best she could. A very skillful and compliant cunt, this goddess.

After skull-fucking her relentlessly, I let go of her head so the bitch could breathe. As she leaned back on her heels, coughing, tears running down her cheeks, and struggling to catch her breath, I turned to Valentina. "Tell this mangy cunt that her name is Blowjob."

Valentina didn't need to translate for me. The girl nodded and looked up at me. There was not a trace of resentment or fear in her face. "My name is Blowjob, Master" she said. "I live to serve you."

I smiled. "Well, Blowjob, it seems that your oral skills include the English language as well as deepthroating."

She nodded. "Yes, Master. I studied English at university. I hope you will choose me. I want to serve you."

"Then blow me again, you piece of shit" I said, to test her.

She smiled. "Thank you, Master. Blowjob will do her name for you now and forever. I live to suck your penis." And then she resumed sucking.

I ordered Valentina to get undressed and to get into bed with the other two girls. Then I pulled my dick out of Blowjob's mouth and ordered her into bed with the rest.

I looked around the room and found a pad of paper and a pen. I drew a + diagram and used it to explain to Valentina what I wanted. She nodded in acknowledgement of my orders and then told the girls how to arrange themselves in bed. I wanted a girl at each position, left and right, top and bottom of the cross diagram. To the left and right I wanted Big Tits and Valentina with their big, beautiful udders. At the top I wanted Buttfuck with her big, soft ass. At the bottom I wanted Blowjob with her mouth open, ready to receive her Master's dick.

The bed was an extra-large king size, so it was almost big enough, but not quite. We had to slant the cross on the diagonal from the upper left corner of the mattress to the lower right. But there was still not enough room for Blowjob to be completely on the bed, so Valentina and I dragged some chairs over so Blowjob could support her feet. We used all the many pillows from the bed plus some couch cushions to raise up the girls as necessary so that their bodies were positioned for my maximum use and pleasure.

With every bitch in place, it was time to put them through their paces. To begin their stress testing.

I climbed on top of Blowjob and put my dick in her mouth. "Suck as if your life depends on it, bitch. Because it does."

Then I lay down fully. To my left, I grabbed Big Tits by her tits. I ordered Valentina to tell the bitch to keep her tits close to my head, so I could turn and suck or bite them easily. The message was communicated successfully. For the rest of the night, Big Tits tracked my movements, always keeping her tits close and ready for her Master's use. To my right, I ordered Valentina to do the same with her tits. She thanked me for the privilege. Finally, there was Buttfuck. I told her, through Valentina, that sometimes her big, fat ass would be my pillow. Other times I would sodomize her. She understood. Through Valentina, she thanked me.

Then I set to work. I used all four bitches relentlessly, brutally. While Blowjob blew me, I held tight to one of Valentina's tits and one of Big Tits'. Sometimes I would suck and bite the one's tit; sometimes the other. Other times I spread Buttfuck's cheeks, or commanded her to spread them, and licked her anus.

The girls got incredibly turned on by what I was doing to them; how I was using them. They were primed for obedience, stimulated by being exploited, and pleasured whenever they could pleasure their Master.

When it came time for me to sodomize Buttfuck, I had her crawl down towards me so I could lie on top of her. Valentina and Big Tits repositioned themselves slightly using pillows, so that their tits remained in easy sucking distance for me. I ordered Blowjob to spread my butt cheeks and lick my anus while I sodomized Buttfuck. She thanked me for the honor of licking my asshole. I farted in her face. Then she thanked me for that, too!

I was living out one of my biggest fantasies: four women, no waiting. Both of my hands were busy. My mouth was busy. And my dick was doing what it loves best. With a final bitch being degraded by making her lick my asshole. Perfect!

As I sodomized Buttfuck, I began to catch the odor of shit. My dick was pumping shit out of the bitch's rectum.

I climbed off Buttfuck and, through Valentina, ordered her to spread her butt cheeks. A splotch of brown surrounded her gaping asshole like a shit flower. I looked at my dick. It had a streaks and spots of brown all over it. Then I ordered Buttfuck to go back to the top of the cross position.

I commanded Blowjob to get close to my dick. "Smell it bitch. How does it smell?" She sniffed it and wrinkled her nose. "Ugh! It stinks, Master."

"Lick it, bitch. Now tell me how it tastes."

With a look of disgust on her face, the bitch stuck out her tongue and licked my dick, tentatively at first, then from the base all the way to the tip.

"Uhh! Master, it tastes terrible" she said, looking at me with her gorgeous goddess face.

I smiled at her. "Open your mouth, whore. I'm going to shove my dick down your throat and make you eat every speck of shit off my dick. Understand, bitch?"

She nodded her head in resignation. "Yes, Master. I will eat every speck of shit off your dick." She looked me in the eyes, pleading "I hope this will make me worthy of being owned by you. I would eat shit from your dick every day for the rest of my life, and I would thank you, if you would honor me to be your slave."

I shoved my dick down her throat. She took it deep. Then as I pulled it partway back, so the head of my dick was in her mouth, she began to pump her head, and swirl her tongue around my dick. She ate every speck of shit off my dick. She sucked me clean.

Now I addressed Valentina and Big Tits, who watched in amazement as Blowjob sucked clean my shit-covered dick of her Master. "Come on now, you big-titted whores, don't be jealous. I'll give you a chance to eat shit for me, too."

Through Valentina, I ordered Buttfuck to spread her cheeks, revealing her stretched anus and the soiled area around it. "Valentina and Big Tits, I am going to suck and bite your tits while you lick clean Buttfuck's shitty asshole. I'm going to watch while you do it. You'd better lick that hole completely clean. Not a speck of shit left there by the time you're done. Do you understand me, you mangy whores?"

Valentina and Big Tits acknowledged my command. Then they set to work on the disgusting job of eating shit for their Owner. I sucked one of Big Tits' enormous udders while I squeezed one of Valentina's as shit licked Buttfuck's asshole, using her tongue lick toilet paper. Then I switched to sucking one of Valentina's tits while Big Tits licked the brown hole and soiled butt cheeks around it.

I was really enjoying myself now!

And strangely enough, so were these bitches. My pleasure translated into their pleasure. As I got closer and closer to orgasm, so did they. Finally, with a mighty roar, I yelled "I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your mouth, Blowjob! Swallow your Owner's cum!"

At the same moment, all four of the bitches bucked and writhed with wave after wave of orgasms.

Simultaneous group sex orgasm. Amazing!

In the afterglow, as we lay there together in a steaming heap, the girls moaned my name with pleasure, pledging themselves to my service for eternity. In several languages.

* * *

I rearranged the girls so I could get a good night's sleep. The next morning, I ordered every girl to give me a good-morning blowjob. After each bitch had had her chance to please me with her mouth, I mounted Buttfuck again, sodomizing her thoroughly. Then I ordered all the girls, including Buttfuck herself, to clean my dick in their mouths. They did so. And they thanked me for the privilege.

Hey, I thought, I could really get used to this!

Then I needed to take a piss.

I ordered all four of the cunts into the bathroom. It was the biggest bathroom I had ever seen in a hotel. The huge, marble room had a walk-in shower that could accommodate several people at once. I ordered the bitches into the shower. I had them stand in a line and then drop their knees. Then I arranged them into an arc around my body. I told them to put their heads side-by-side. Then I ordered them to open their mouths. I said "Take my piss in your mouth and drink it, whores. Don't let a single drop spill, or I'll make you lick it off the floor. Do you understand me, bitches?" Valentina assured me that they understood what I wanted, and would follow my commands to the letter.

And with that, I began to piss. I moved my dick in a slow arc, pissing first in one bitch's mouth until she was full, then moving on to the next one. Each girl received my urine in her mouth like it was liquid gold. When her mouth was full and I turned my urine stream to the next bitch, the girl with a mouthful of my urine shut her mouth and gulped down my piss. These cunts were amazing! They were so careful not to spill a drop of my piss.

As my urine flow began to slow, the fluid arc got smaller and smaller. The bitches had to crowd closer and closer so as not to let a single drop of their Master's piss escape their mouths. By the time the final few drops were coming from my penis, I had to put my entire dick into Blowjob's mouth so she could swallow the dregs.

While beautiful Blowjob was drinking the last gulps of my piss, she turned her work into a true blowjob. At the same time, the other bitches were all speaking up. Valentina translated. "They are thanking Master for using them as urinal. This great honor, coming from you. Please Master, use us like this, always."

Does life get any better than this? I wondered.

We all showered together. The bitches washed themselves only after they had used wash clothes to clean my whole body. As a special treat, I allowed the bitches to take turns blowing me during the shower. They were delighted to do so, taking turns blowing and kissing me as they washed my body.

After the shower, and still naked (as were all of my bitches, by my command), I grabbed my cell phone. I sent Uncle Bob the following message:

"all gifts received & accepted. forgot all about what's-her-name. thx!"

I lay on the bed as I watched my naked sex slaves packing their suitcases. What a vision: three knock-out blondes with super bodies, and one super curvy redhead, all going about their chores. And me, their Owner. Once in a while, a bitch would see me looking at her and smile. Then she would blow me a kiss.

After a few minutes, Uncle Bob phoned. I answered immediately.

Uncle Bob's first words were "See, I told you there was more than one bitch in the sea!"

I laughed uproariously. "You're sure right about that, Uncle Bob! Thank you so much! But I have a question for you. Where the hell am I going to keep all these bitches? Oh, and do I have to give Valentina back, or do I get to keep her?"

Uncle Bob answered "Valentina is a loaner. I want her back. She's a great cunt, I know, and I've got many other great cunts. But still I need her. She's a key worker in my Russian operation. Valentina is a crucial cog in my machine; my project to—shall we say—bring together in mutual friendship America and Russia. Or at least one American man and several thousand Slavic slaves."

"You're a great man, Uncle Bob" I said, with only a hint of irony. Because I really do think he is a great man, even if he's a greedy old fucker.

Then I snapped my fingers to get the attention of my cunts. They all looked at me. I pointed my finger at Valentia. The I pointed to my dick. She smiled as she swiftly climbed onto the bed and began blowing me.

"So" Uncle Bob asked "do you like Varvara, Olga, and Anna, too?"

"Who?" I said. "Oh, my other bitches! Right. I never did learn their names. I gave them all new names. Ones I liked better."

"Excellent!" said Uncle Bob with gusto. "That's the ticket, my boy! These bitches live to serve you. They're nothing but cunts. You should call them anything you like. Change their names frequently, if you choose. That's what I do."

"Really?" I asked. "How does that work? Isn't it confusing?"

"Not at all, my boy" said Uncle Bob casually. "Remember, I'm inside their heads. I always know who they are. I hold their identities in check even while I change their names often. Sometimes several times per day." He paused. "You do like calling them dirty names, don't you?"

I laughed. "Oh, man, do I! I love being able to call them anything. The dirtier, the better."

"Perfect!" Uncle Bob said. "Once you get better at manipulating them from inside their heads, you can assign them new dirty names many times per hour and there will never be a bit of confusion. Try it; you'll like it!"

We both laughed at that.

I looked down at Valentia. She had my dick in her mouth. She was sucking it skillfully while looking up at me with the devotion of a true submissive. I stroked her hair. Then I got back to Uncle Bob with my original question.

"But where will I keep them all, Uncle Bob? I've got a one-bedroom apartment. And I don't know if I can even afford to feed them."

"Not to worry, my boy" said Uncle Bob in a reassuring tone. "You're not being paid enough at your job. Why don't you come work for me?"

I was stunned. "Uh, wow. I guess so. But what would I do for you? What's the job?"

"Valentina needs a lot of help procuring more Slavic cunts for me. But you can't work for her, obviously; a man should never be supervised by a woman. She can work for you. I'll make you Vice President for International Affairs. How does that sound?"

I smiled from ear to ear. "That sounds great, Uncle Bob!" Then I paused. "I don't even know the name of your company."

Uncle Bob laughed. "Universal Systems, of course."

We both laughed at that. Then Uncle Bob gave me a few details about the job, such as where the company offices are. And my salary. I gasped audibly at that number. He named a salary that was more than 7 times higher than my current one.

After I got off the phone with Uncle Bob, I told Valentina about my new work situation, and hers. She took my dick out of her mouth and said "Is great honor, Master. You are boss. I slave work under you. I worship at your feet." Then Valentina looked up at me. "You take three gift cunts? Bitches acceptable to Master?"

"Yes, Valentina" I said. "I'll take all three. But I need to get a new place to live that has enough room for all of us. Well, for my three slaves and me. Do you think Uncle Bob would let you live with me?"

"I belong to him, Master" Valentina said. "But if he let me, I happy to live with you." She smiled. "Serving you great fun! You very dirty Master. I like!"

I bent over and kissed Valentina on the lips. She kissed me back with great ardor.

When I finally pulled away, I smiled at her. "Blow me again, bitch" I said.

Valentina smiled back. "Thank you, Master. Is great honor to suck your dick."

And then she blew me with passion and joy.

While Valentina sucked me, the other three bitches, who had been busy packing their bags, turned to watch. Blowjob finally spoke up. "May we also serve Master?"

"Sure, bitch" I said. Then I had my slaves come over the smother me with their kisses, and their tits.

I came in Valentina's mouth.

Then I lay back in bed. I ordered all four bitches to surround me, snuggling their naked bodies against mine. Before I drifted off to sleep, I issued one more command: I told Buttfuck to hang the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door.

As I slipped into dreamland, my final thought was this: "I am living the dream."

And I was!

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