Cynthia was in the doorway, her eyes bloodshot and her bottom lip quivering. Her shoulders were shaking with apparent rage.
Instinctively I went for my clothes on the floor, turning my back on Ms. Sorenson. Cynthia made ready to charge out of the room. It was probably wrong to command Cynthia when she is in this state, however, my euphoria had just been sobered out of me; I was naked, cranky and feeling defensive.
“>Stop Cynthia, tell me why you are so upset.<”
Cynthia took a step forward.
“That, that is disgusting! I thought you were in love with ME! What are you doing with Mom? I thought you hated her!”
That was much more complete and honest an answer then she should be capable of. Of course it was the compulsion I had placed on her. As I pulled my shorts up I formulated how to word my next command.
“>Cynthia, you suddenly come to the revelation that I love you and only you. This knowledge fulfills you, it gives you strength and calm. You also understand that what I do with other women has nothing to do with love. You approve of what I did to your mom because she deserved it.<”
That was a mouthful. I was getting dizzy and a little fatigued. Seeing Cynthia’s cheerful smiling face as she rubbed a finger across her runny nose lifted my spirits a bit. Cynthia began to glide toward me but her eyes shifted to the right.
I whirled my head around to see Ms. Sorenson with a knife raised over her head preparing to stab down into my shoulder.
“>NO! stop it!<”
She froze, still holding the knife in the air. Realizing I was holding in my breath, I exhaled. I instructed Ms. Sorenson further:
“>Carefully put that knife down on the counter then go to your room and sit on the bed. You may use the master bathroom if you must relieve yourself. You will never harm or attempt to harm me again. You will not harm yourself or anyone unless I instruct you to do so. Now get out of here.<”
I pulled up a kitchen chair and dropped my weight onto it. I sighed and glanced up at Cynthia who had reverted to cheerfulness.
“Are we having a hard day?” she mused. I let out a mirthless guffaw. Cynthia strode over and planted a warm peck on my cheek.
“Everything’s fine sis, I am going to take another shower. Bring some juice up to me in the master shower. I want you to scrub me.”
“Oh goodie!” Cynthia responded with sincerity and enthusiasm.
I shuffled out of the kitchen. I was pretty sure I instructed the witch to love me and be my slave. Did I word something - was there a flaw in my commands? Or was that how she thought a slave or lover acted? No wonder my adopted dad was dead.
No, she couldn’t have. Could she? I would find out at some point. Right now I needed some recovery time. On the way past Brigitte’s room I noticed the door was closed. I tried the knob but it was locked.
“>Brigitte, open up!<”
I heard frantic footsteps across the bedroom carpet. Flushed, Brigitte pulled the door open. She was wearing a towel around her body and another around her head. With her height and the way she tilted her head she looked like that brunette who played the symbiote on Deep Space Nine. I wondered why I never realized that before. I had a poster of her hidden under my bed.
“>Hey, Brigitte! We are going to watch a movie in the master bedroom in about a half hour. Come dressed in panties and a bra. Oh, and bring some popcorn.<”
“Uh, ok Sam.”
“Brigitte when we are in this house you refer to me as ‘Master’. Take that towel off and try again.”
She threw the towel onto the floor revealing her athletic lanky body and her brown muff.
“Like this ‘Master’?”
“Perfect! Thanks for the awesome blowjob earlier. >you will be performing a lot of those on me from now on. Do not leave the house or make any phone calls without my permission.<”
“OK, ‘Master.’”
If the witch could stab me, Brigitte could call the fucking cops or do god knows what. Security was a priority considering what I planned on doing over the next couple months.
I left Brigitte standing naked in her doorway,as I made my way to the Master bedroom. |