I thought I was so clever.
I’d spent years getting Sylvia perfect. She’d gone from my bookish, nerdy girlfriend to an absolute sex goddess who doted on my every whim. It had taken infinite effort and thousands of dollars. Drugs, subliminals, brainwashing, conditioning, hypnosis… I’d done it all. Some of it was consensual, some of it wasn’t. Some of it she thought she was consenting to, but really I’d planted the idea to consent in her head in advance.
She’d quit her job to better serve me. She’d thrown out all her clothes that I didn’t approve of. She didn’t own any underwear that didn’t get me hard. She cut off ties with her friends and family. She changed her name. She gave up everything. She was mine.
And I have to admit, I was getting bored.
The chase. The conquest. The challenge. That’s what I missed. Sylvia was mine, body and soul and mind. I could do anything with her. She’d obey, no matter what, to the letter. She wasn’t very smart, but she would do exactly as I commanded. Her mind no longer contained concepts like disobedience to me or resistance to my orders. That was a thrill, of course, but… how do you keep things fresh and exciting then?
I needed a new girl.
So I tweaked Sylvia. I trained her to be more seductive, more alluring. Irresistible. Unforgettable. Unbelievable. Anyone - man or woman - who was on the receiving end of her charms would be putty in her hands. And, thus, in mine.
I sent her out to recruit for me.
"Go to the restaurant," I told her. "Find the most beautiful woman there. Get her… warmed up for me. I’ll come and meet you. We’ll eat, then we’ll take her home. We’ll make her just like you."
"Of course, Master," Sylvia said from the floor, taking my cock out of her mouth long enough to answer.
So when I entered the restaurant, I was feeling pretty good. I’d given Sylvia a half hour’s lead time. I figured she’d have some gorgeous woman eating out of her hand by then. I’d have a lovely meal, and then we’d bring home a new plaything for me to mold and shape and pervert into something amusing for myself.
However, there was one thing I hadn’t considered in my plans for the evening.
The restaurant had a mirror on the wall.