Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Magic Potion (MF, mdom, bond)
Date: 16 Oct 1995 21:49:24 GMT

				Potion

	I looked at the dingy storefront with distaste. Grimy and
grey, it was nearly invisible in the gathering dusk. The faded sign
said "Madam Naril, Advisor".

	The neighborhood was not a good one. I squared my shoulders
and entered. Inside, a disorderly shop was revealed: boxes, bottles,
items of unknown and mysterious use, dusty and jumbled. There was no
one else in the shop. A thousand smells attacked my nose, unfamiliar
and pungent.

	I wandered aimlessly around the shop, wondering if anyone was
there, if anyone had noted my entrance. Suddenly a voice startled me.
"How may I help you?"

	I whirled about. The voice belonged to a wizened and ancient
woman. This must be Madam Naril. She looked to be well over 90, but
her black eyes burned with a fierce intelligence.

	"I... uh, was told you could help me... " I stuttered. I held
out a card my friend had given me. She glanced at it. "Come with me."

	I followed her to a back room, just as dingy and disorderly as
the front. She indicated that I should sit.

	"What is the problem?" she asked, peering intently at me.

	"There is a woman... " I began.

	"Yes. A woman." She sighed. "This woman rejects you? And you
desire her?"

	"Yes." I thought of Sabrina. Tall and willowy, with dancer's
legs and green eyes. I'd been lusting after her since she joined my
company, but she had quickly let me know I'd never have the slightest
chance with her. Her contempt was obvious - and she never missed an
opportunity to show it. But I was obsessed with her, had to have
her... and so I had found myself at Madam Naril's shop.

	"I can help you. But there is a price... "

	"I know. My friend told me. I have the money." I handed her a
wad of bills. $5,000; my life savings.

	The cash disappeared. "You must return here in two days. You
must bring certain... items." She listed them, and I felt embarrassed.
A vial of my own sperm. A second vial, of my saliva. A lock of
Sabrina's hair, or a nail clipping.

	"I... I will bring them," I stuttered.

	Then, somehow, I found myself back on the street in front of
the shop. I hurried away.

	The next day, at work, I waited until Sabrina left her cubicle
(I could see it from my office). I looked around it and found several
of her long hairs on the back of her chair. That evening, I filled two
vials with the body fluids the old woman had asked for. The semen
sample was easy; all I had to do was think of Sabrina while
masturbating.

	The following day, Friday, I called in late. I took the vials
and hair to Madam Naril. She took them from me and gestured for me to
follow. In the back room, she lit a small gas burner, and began
adding ingredients to a small porcelain bowl. The bowl went onto the
burner, and an incredibly vile smell filled the room. I thought I
would gag. Muttering to herself, she added the fluids I had brought.
Then she chopped up the hairs and put them into the mixture. It was a
thick, viscous black mess; and it smelled even worse than before.

	After a few minutes, she poured the liquid through a filter
and put a stopper on the bottle.

	She turned her sparkling eyes to me. "Listen carefully. You
must place three drops of this liquid into her food or drink. No more.
After she has consumed it, you must arrange to be near her. You must
touch or kiss her, or place some of your saliva on her skin. This must
be done no more than an hour after she drinks the liquid. Do you
understand?"

	"Yes, but... the smell... she will never drink or eat anything
with that smell... "

	A smile. She held up the bottle. I was amazed. The black tar-
like substance was gone. In its place was a pale blue liquid, which
seemed to glow with an inner light. "She will drink it. She will not
be repulsed by the odor, quite the contrary. You will see. Now, a
warning: the effects of this potion are permanent. She will be yours
as long as she lives. It is a great responsibility. Her personality
will be somewhat affected... "

	"How?"

	"She will become submissive, totally dependent upon you.
Obedient. A love slave to you, and only to you."

	"That's what I've dreamed of."

	"Very well. Go now."

	I left the shop, the vial in my pocket. I'd paid $5,000 for
it, and I wondered if I had been even more of a fool than usual.

	The following morning, I watched Sabrina even more closely
than usual. When she poured a cup of coffee for herself, I picked up
the phone and made a call. The office P.A. system came on. "Sabrina
Connors, there's a visitor at the main lobby for you," it announced.

	I watched her get up and walk towards the lobby. I went to her
cubicle, looking around to make sure nobody saw me. With shaking
hands, I dispensed three drops of the blue fluid into her cup.

	Back in my office, I watched as she returned. She wore an
angry expression, unhappy at being called away for nothing.

	I watched as she sipped her coffee.

	After the first sip, a look of surprise came over her lovely
face. She looked at the cup, took another sip. A smile of pleasure
now. Another sip. Soon, she had taken the entire cup. She poured
herself another from the thermos, but was disappointed. It just didn't
taste the same!

	I waited a few minutes, then went over to her.

	"What do you want?", she said, with her usual attitude.

	"I need to discuss something with you," I told her. Drawing
close to her, I grabbed her and kissed her on the lips. I thrust my
tongue deep into her mouth. She pushed me away, and began to angrily
berate me.

	"What do you think you're doing, you little slug? I'll report
you to Mr. Hennessy! How dare you... Oh!"

	But in mid-sentence, she gasped, blinked, and stopped talking.
Her eyes took on a glazed look, and she just stood there, looking at
me with awe and wonder.

	"Sabrina, listen. I'm going to leave here now. In a few
minutes, I want you to come to the utility closet. You know where it
is?"

	"Yes... "

	"Good. I'll see you there."

	I turned and walked to the utility closet. No-one ever went
there, and I had long fantasized about having a tryst with Sabrina
there. It was a large room, not really a closet, and was filled with
electrical equipment.

	In a few minutes, the closet door opened, and Sabrina walked
in. She was breathless and I could see the pulse beating in her
throat.

	When she saw me, she stopped.

	"Shut the door, Sabrina, and come over here," I told her.

	She did.

	We kissed, and this time, there was no anger, no struggle. She
kissed me as if she had been waiting all her life to do it. My hand
was on her sweet ass, and she put my other hand on her wonderful tits.

	After a few minutes, we came up for air.

	I grinned at her. "How do you feel, Sabrina?"

	"I love you. I'll do anything for you. Please, let me stay
with you," she begged.

	"Do you know what has happened to you?"

	"No... "

	I told her. She smiled with happiness and joy as I explained
how I had made her love me.

	"Does this bother you, Sabrina, knowing that your feelings
are, well, artificial?"

	"Oh, no. I'm so glad you've chosen me."

	"Do you remember how you used to feel toward me? And how you
treated me?"

	"Yes... and I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make up for how
I behaved."

	"Good. You will have many chances to do so. For starters, from
now on, whenever we are alone, you must call me `Master'. You will
become my slave, Sabrina, my property. Understand?

	"Yes, Master."

	"All right. Why don't you kneel here, right now, and give me a
blow job with that pretty mouth of yours?"

	She obeyed instantly. In minutes she had me at the point of
orgasm. She paused, looking up at me with those green eyes. "Do you
want me to swallow your come, Master?"

	"Yes, slave. Swallow it all."

	"Oooh, yes... "

	And with a few more slurps, she brought me off, and I pumped a
huge spurt of semen into her throat. She swallowed most of it, but
some of it dripped down her chin and stained her silk blouse.

	I ordered her to stand.

	"Listen carefully, slave. For the rest of this day, you will
behave normally. At the end of the day, you will go home. You will
bathe and dress, as if for an important date. Sexy undies and your
sexiest outfit. Pack all of your other undies and nighties and bring
them to my house. Understand?

	"Yes, Master."

	"I will be waiting there, and you will begin your new life of
service and love."

	"Thank you, Master. I can't wait."

	"Neither can I. Now return to your desk, slave."

	I watched her depart, her sweet ass swaying gently as she left
the room. I waited a few minutes, then returned to my office. As I
passed her desk, she looked up at me with a look of pure lust. I
smiled at the small patch of discolored silk over her left tit, which
she would wear for the rest of the day, my semen soaking through the
sheer fabric and wetting her skin.

	At 5:30 that evening (Friday), I saw Sabrina's car come to a
stop in my drive. She came to the front door carrying a large
suitcase. I opened it and she entered. After a steamy embrace, I told
her, "Before we get started, I want you to understand some rules.
Strip to your undies, right now."

	She quickly removed her outer clothing, and stood facing me in
bra, panties and pantyhose. "The bra, too," I ordered. Her firm
breasts now jutted forth, unencumbered by a bra.

	I looked her over, my rod hardening rapidly.

	"All right, Sabrina. From now on, when we are alone, you must
dress only in lingerie, and must always leave your chest uncovered.
Understand?"

	"Yes, Master," she said in a little-girl voice.

	"You may wear nylon panties, half-slips, and pantyhose, but no
girdles or anything of rubber or lycra. I like silky undies, nothing
rough or coarse."

	"Yes, my Lord," she responded.

	"Slave, from now on you and I shall share an intimacy never
before known. You must have no secrets from me. And you will always
tell me the truth. No lies, Sabrina, of any sort."

	"I understand, Master."

	"Do you have a boyfriend?"

	"Yes... His name is Joey," she told me.

	"Naturally, you will not see him any longer, and you must have
nothing whatever to do with any other man. I am your Lord and Owner
and you will devote your life to serving and pleasing me, and me
alone."

	"Oh, yes... "

	"Eventually, you will quit your job and move in here. Until
then, you will keep up the appearance of a normal professional woman.
On some nights, I will sleep in your apartment; on others you will
remain here. I want you to begin buying an enormous wardrobe of sexy
lingerie, Sabrina. Half of it will be kept here, the other half at
your place."

	"Yes, Master."

	"All right, slave. That blowjob you gave me this afternoon was
superb. Give me another, even better than that one. Take your time,
and make it last."

	"At once, Lord."

	I took her to the bedroom and seated myself on the bed.
Sabrina knelt and immediately began kissing and licking my tool. As I
watched her head bob up and down on my rod, I reflected on my good
fortune. $5,000 was well worth it, to have this lovely sex toy at my
beck and call.