Pyramid Harem
Chapter Two
I guess I lost track of time serving Mistress Olivia because it was past 7:00 PM when I got home. My wife was gone. Presumably she went to dinner with her sister and brother-in-law without me. I had a bad feeling I was going to get an ear full whenever she got home.
There wasn’t much to do about it except make a small dinner and wait for the fallout. I felt strangely okay with that. Logically I knew my wife was well within her rights to be pissed this time, or at least it would look that way from her perspective. On the other hand, I was doing important things like serving my wonderful Mistress which was always the right thing to do. I just couldn’t really bring myself to feel properly guilty about it. I wondered if that was part of the spell my new overlord or overlady cast on me?
I checked myself in the mirror. Yep, still have purple eyes for some reason. I guess it doesn’t matter. I have my orders and I must obey. I must turn two people into slaves because Olivia said so. Supposedly, I’ve been given the tools to do that. My wife seemed like an obvious first choice.
“Is it though?” I said, looking at my reflection.
Maybe I’d be happier turning two hot college babes into my sex slaves. Maybe I should go after the two richest pornstars in the industry. Who was that chick that divorced Jeff Bezos again? Bah, I’d probably get killed trying to get close enough to enthrall her. Ha, look at me, talking about spells like it was a totally normal thing.
It was almost midnight when my Isabel got home. I had been watching Mistress Olivia’s online videos when I saw the headlights pull into the driveway. I quickly closed my laptop and stuffed my credit card back into my wallet.
I was waiting for her at the front door when she came in. Isabel gave me a look that could turn flesh to stone when she saw me. She hung up her coat with so much as saying hello. Oh yeah, she’s upset alright.
Isobel looked good for someone only five years younger than me. I met her while doing my law degree and she was doing her undergrad. She was tall, blonde, and leggy. She wore a red dress that was pleasing on the eyes with plenty of shiny jewelry paid for with my money.
“Hi, honey, sorry I missed that dinner date. Sailing with Jamie ran late,” I said.
“It’s fine,” Isabel said flatly.
I flinched and closed my eyes like I just found out WW3 had started. This was worse than I thought. I carefully considered my next words. It’s not impossible that she knows I left the yacht club with a hot Asian girl. Her spies are everywhere. We have a healthy marriage, trust me bro.
“Look, I’ll make it up to you, honey. It was just an unfortunate series of events,” I said.
“It’s fine, really. Derek was available so we still had four for cards,” Isable said.
My left eye twitched. “You took Derek to game night?” I said, scowling.
Derek was our tall, dark, and handsome neighbor. Newly single after divorcing his own wife. Newly fit and athletic after hitting the gym more often. He’s always been a little flirty with Isabel, but his efforts have gotten more brazen of late.
“Well, you were busy, so I improvised,” Isabel said, shrugging with a knowing smirk.
“I was only an hour late, and you go and do something like this?” I said.
“You didn’t call me. For all I knew, you were dead. Besides, judging by your eyes, I’d say you had a really good time hanging out with Jamie,” Isabel said.
“My eyes are fine,” I said, lying.
“Really? You look like you withdrew a bunch of my money from our t and blew it all on drugs with that loser! Wait, hold on, I want to take a picture of you,” Isabel said, pulling her phone out her purse.
“Oh please, 80% of the money in that is mine. What are you taking a picture for? Isabel!” I said, loudly.
“Just collecting evidence, darling. I can’t wait to sell that stupid boat after I divorce your ass,” Isabel said, snapping a picture.
I blinked as the camera flash captured an image of me. I didn’t know of any drugs that could turn someone’s eyes purple, but I could lose my license to practise law if anyone believed her crazy story. More importantly, she was threatening to take my boat away from me. Worst of all, getting divorced will really restrain how much money I could give to Mistress Olivia. Any doubts I had about proceeding with this evaporated.
“Isabel Anderson, you are my slave,” I said, staring into her eyes.
“What did you just say to me?” Isabel said, staring icy daggers right back at me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It didn’t work. Why didn’t it work? I stood there nervously as my wife’s temperament got colder with each ing second. Suddenly, I ed what Mistress Olivia had said. I needed to use all three names to make the spell work in one try. She had used my first name thrice to make it work on me.
“Isabel Anderson, you are my slave,” I said, repeating the spell.
“You son of b—…” Isabel said until her eyes went glossy and unfocused.
I watched her carefully wondering if it had worked of if I had just ensured that I would get raked over the coals in family court.
“Yes, I am your slave,” Isabel said, dropping her arms to her sides.
I heard a nervous laugh escape my lips. I quietly watched Isabel stand there like a zombie. Woah, did I look that out of it when it happened to me? I held up a hand and waved it back and forth. Isabel’s eyes tracked the movement quietly. When I lowered my hand, her gaze fell on my face, looking at me with total fascination.
“What is your bidding, Master?” Isabel said.
“Are you still mad?” I said, approaching her.
“No, Master,” Isabel said.
“Sooooooo…what do you want to do tonight?” I said.
“Please you. Serve you and make you happy Master. Always,” Isabel said, smiling nervously.
Damn, this was really happening. I felt my manhood stirring in my pants. I already had some pretty fantastic sex with Mistress Olivia today, but I was more than ready for round two at the sight of my wife all submissive and agreeable.
“Well, in that case, show me your tits,” I said, nodding.
“Yes, Master,” Isabel said, shuddering.
I took her purse like a gentleman as she pulled the straps of her red dress over her shoulders. The fabric fell to her waist and her breasts jiggled as they came free. I smiled as I reached out to grab a boob. Isabel smiled at me like she was happy to be my plaything. I put her purse down on the small bench while I considered the possibilities.
“Turn around,” I said.
“Yes, Master. As you wish,” Isabel said.
She turned around and stared at the wall. I pulled the zipper down the back of her red dress. I saw the black thong dividing her butt cheeks as it fell to the floor. I reached around and grabbed both her melons from the back. She put her hands against the wall and wiggled her ass into my groin. I felt my cock go from semi-hard to Tungsten space rod in the space of 30 seconds.
“When was the last time you gave me a blowjob?” I said, whispering into her ear.
“Five years ago, Master,” Isabel said, matter of factly.
“I think I’m overdue. Get on your knees,” I said.
“Yes, Master! You’re obviously overdue, Master! Please forgive me, Master!” Isabel said, dropping to the floor.
I watched her unbuckle my pants quickly like she was desperate to make things right. I moaned in satisfaction as I felt her mouth take my dick in her lips. At the end of a long, strange day, this was just what the doctor ordered. I watched my formerly rude and quarrelsome wife perform blowjobs like a college girl trying to lock in a guy from law school.
“Yes, you suck that cock, honey,” I said, tilting my head backwards.
“Grgl Grgl!” Isabel said.
My legs trembled as I felt her suction get tighter and her head bobbing go faster. I looked down and saw her eyes looking up at me with adoration as she continued to work my member like her life depended on it. I put on hand on her head and with the other I pulled my dick out of her mouth and slapped her in the face with in.
“Ungh,” Isabel said as she was repeatedly bonked with wet cock.
“Crawl to the bedroom, slave,” I said.
“Yes, Master. I must obey,” Isabel said.
I watched her get down on her hands and knees. I enjoyed that view from behind as she got halfway up the stairs. Then I realized I could make the view even better.
“Stop, give me the thong,” I said, walking up a few steps.
“Yes, Master,” Isabel said, pausing her climb.
I helped her get the thong off and put it in my pocket. She resumed crawling up the stairs and now I could see both her pussy and asshole as she made the climb. I ditched my pants before ing her on the second floor. My shirt fell to the floor at the top of the stairs. I figured my new slave could clean things up after I have my fun with her.
“Up on the bed, woman,” I said, feeling primal urges flow through me.
“Yes, Master!” Isabel said, eagerly getting on her back.
“Doggystyle,” I said, correcting her form.
“Your wish is my command, Master,” Isabel said, rolling over.
I grabbed her hips and slid my cock into her pussy. She gasped and shuddered as she was stuffed full of me. As I began thrusting into her, she began moaning the way she used to when we were younger and hornier.
“Who’s my good little slut?” I said, thrusting into her.
“I am, Master. I’m such a whore for you, Master!” Isabel said, pushing back to meet my thrusts.
“See? Isn’t this better? No more fighting or arguing,” I said, slowly down to enjoy the ride.
“Yes, Master! Never again, Master! I’ll do anything you want! I’ll never question your authority again! I am your loyal slave!” Isabel said, arching her back.
“That’s right, Isabel. I fucking own you!” I said, picking up the pace again.
“Yes, Master! I belong to you! I’m yours! YOURS!” Isabel said, squirting all over the bed sheets.
“I’m going to cum!” I declared, with one final extra hard thrust that made her entire body jiggle as a wave of force ed through from butt to head.
“Thank you, Master!” Isabel said, as I filled her womb with my seed.
I pulled out and spread her cheeks open and enjoyed the view one last time. Isabel put her head down and her ass up to make it easier to see the cum leaking out of her pussy. Her used hole made some unladylike noises. I found myself looking at her butthole for a good 10 seconds.
“When was the last time we tried anal, honey?” I said, looking at her ass.
“Since College, Master. Would you like to fuck my ass, Master?” Isabel said.
We shared a look and an understanding ed between us. The sex life in our marriage was going to improve considerably if I had anything to say about it, and I surely did. Isabel now my obedient slave would agree to anything and everything. She was still my wife though, and I vaguely ed promising to never hurt her once upon a time.
“I think you should buy some lube at your earliest convenience,” I said, giving her butt an appreciative slap.
“Yes, Master. Of course, Master. T-t-thank you, Master” Isabel said, like she appreciated my mercy.
I turned off the lights and got in bed. I felt my wife snuggle up to me like she loved me with all her heart. Assuming she felt the same way about me as I did about Mistress Olivia, that was precisely the case. It was nice. I had forgotten how much I had missed this. It could be better though. I put my arm around her and grabbed a boob as I closed my eyes.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Master?” Isabel said, wrapping her arms around me.
“Oh, yes, actually, we need to talk, and you need to memorize this,” I said, suddenly ing a command I was given.
I told my slave exactly what Mistress had told me verbatim. I told her that she could take any two people and turn them into her flying monkeys. I looked down and saw that my Isabel had purple eyes now. The were the only light source in the dark bedroom and they kind of gave me the creeps.
“Who should I enslave, Master?” Isabel said, matter of factly.
“It’s not my place to say. Just don’t get caught. Keep the harem safe at all costs,” I said, ing along the message.
I also still had to choose a second slave. I pretty much had to take my wife to stop her scheming, but I didn’t need to rush the second slave though. I could take my time to pick out the perfect plaything to keep me company.
“Yes, Master. How big is the harem?” Isabel said, yawing and closing her eyes.
“That’s…a very good question,” I said.
I thought about the question. It was at least four people that I knew of, but for all I knew the power could be ed on again and again and again. Hmm, maybe I should call our daughter at Dominus College and make sure she’s okay.
I shook my head get a very unpleasant mental image out of my head.