“So what’s so special about this watch?”
“I’m sorry?” said Daniela.
They were in a park, deep in the middle of a grassy field. It was a sunny day, though there were smatterings of clouds in the sky. On the other side of it, some overweight teenagers were playing touch football and laughing a lot. Birds sang in the distance. She was sitting down with Joey on a blanket that she brought. She hoped that any observer would think they were just having a nice picnic.
Joey was beneath her. His looks were average, his family status firmly stuck in the middle class. He was maybe one hundred fifty pounds, and well-shaped, but he was a bit too rough around the edges for her. Something about his disheveled brown hair put her off, the overly intelligent gleam in his dark eyes. He was wearing jeans and a button-up short-sleeve shirt, in an outfit that probably only cost him a hundred dollars.
So obviously, on a regular day, she would never have any sort of picnic with Joey. But today, just a week before the wedding, was not a normal day.
“You had me buy it with like three million of your dollars, in cash. Do you have any idea how much cash that is? It’s so damn much, Daniela. It weighs like three hundred pounds. So what’s going on with it? The guy’s house—the guy you had me buy it from? It was full of women who had no idea what to make of me. It was like they had never seen a man other than the guy who lived there. They were all dressed in lingerie and fetish outfits, lots of them were like, cheerleaders or something. They kept chanting his name. So what’s the deal with the watch?”
“Oh wow, Joey. I didn’t know it was so much trouble. You must have been really great to move through all those problems and get it for me.”
Her voice was soft, low, soothing. She knew just how to speak to appease a man. She knew her voice, on top of the rest of her incredibly-made body, was icing on the cake of her perfection. Many beautiful women had a grating voice, or a whining one. Daniela’s was always at the perfect level, always open, always like soft little licks to the pleasure center of a man’s brain. Soft. Happy. Centered.
Daniela did not like Joey that much. He was a self-professed “nice guy.” He probably didn’t understand why he never got girls.
What this meant to Daniela was that he was the kind of guy that she could manipulate easily. He was one of five men who had an unending crush on her since high school.
Well, at least one of five that she acknowledge. Her house had a separate mailbox for her, often stuffed full of packages and letters from admirers around the state. She kept those particular five on the rope by sending them emails, or following a blog post, or dropping a little monthly text. So far she had wrecked seven potential relationships, three of which had belonged to Joey. He really, really wanted to prove himself to her.
“No, it was fine,” he said, puffing up his chest a bit. “I just wanted to know what you plan to do with it. I mean, it’s important, whatever it is. I wanted to know how I could help.”
Of course he did.
“Really?” She made her eyes light up in surprise. “That would be so helpful.”
Her hands, soft and tender, slid over on top of his.
“You see, when I heard about this watch, I didn’t know if I should believe or not. But what you just described, with all those women? I think it’s proof enough.”
“Proof of what?”
“Proof that it’s going to change everything for the better. It can make people believe things, Joey. Any old thing.”
He slid back from the watch, eyes widening. “It does what?”
“It hypnotizes people. Mesmerizes them. Entrances them. Say something to them while they’re under, and they believe that. You can even make connect physical stuff to commands. Like you could say ‘sweat’ and they would sweat.
He snapped his fingers. “That explains all those women.”
“I would say it does. It only works on one person at a time, though, and you can only ever turn it on once. So he must have...used one girl to hypnotize another.”
Joey’s brow had begun to sweat. “That’s...that’s um...”
He gulped, obviously holding in what he really thought. Daniela knew Joey was probably turned on by it. Whatever. Anything to keep him focused on his cock.
“I don’t want to do anything so drastic as him. So you see, it’s for the greater good that it’s out of that man’s hands, right?”
“Yeah, sure,” he nodded enthusiastically. “You’re really swell for doing that. Maybe...maybe we should call someone?”
“Who would believe us?”
He shrugged. “Good point.”
She picked up the watch, stroking it a bit. “Anyway, I wanted to use it for myself. I have a friend who is really in dire need of a...shift in priorities.”
His eyes went wide, watching her fingers, and then her breasts again. “I don’t understand.”
“Do you know Paige?”
“Paige? Your friend Paige? Gorgeous and about to get married to the second-richest-guy-in-town Paige?”
“That’s the one.”
“Never heard of her.” He smiled, obviously pleased with himself.
She fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Well, if you had heard of her, then you would be interested to know that it’s not all sunshine and roses with her. She’s been feeling...nervous, lately, about the wedding. And she truly believes that she and Charles aren’t a good match.”
“And you want to use this watch to...to change her mind? To make her in love with Charles?”
She shook her head. “Oh, no! Joey, that would be truly evil. Changing someone’s mind like that. No, she feels stuck, like she can’t get out. So I want to help her. I want her to be convinced that she can leave whenever she wants. That’s what would make her happy, after all.”
“Oh.”
She saw him starting to think again. Couldn’t have that. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she put her arms up and stretched them upward, putting her breasts on display. Her tight shirt slid up her torso, exposing her exquisitely muscled abs. Then she put her arms back down, letting out a cute little yawn.
Joey had been staring the whole time, of course. He shook his head, still trying to think.
“I don’t know that I understand. What do you get out of this? Why do you care so much?”
“I care about my friend very dearly, Joey. She means the world to me.”
“You care about her so much that you want her to leave Charles at the altar?”
Daniela imagined that for a moment. Paige, in her gorgeous dress, hearing Charles saying all those words of love. And then she slaps him, perhaps even spitting on his shoes, and runs away...
...Daniela, right there, is able to comfort him and let him know it will be all okay. And after a few months, start dropping hints about much hotter she would look in the very same wedding dress that Paige had picked out...
Her cheeks had started to get flushed. There was a hot, severe wetness building in her pussy, and she had unconsciously began to bite her bottom lip. She wanted Charles so very much. It was maddening to think she couldn’t have him.
Daniela got everything she wanted. Charles would not be an exception. He would not. Daniela refused to allow it.
“You okay there, Daniela?”
She snapped back to reality, smiling. “Yes.” She shook her head for a moment. “Yes. Just thinking.”
“You want to know what I think?”
Not really.
“Of course, Joey.”
His face had become rather severe. “I think you’re in love with Charles. I think most people in this town know that. It’s not a very well-kept secret, and I’m not sure how Paige doesn’t know. I think you want him for yourself.”
Hmm. She would have to step up her game a little bit. If he caught on to too much, too soon, he’d figure out without too much trouble that she needed him as a fall guy in case anything went wrong.
Her plan was simple. Since the watch worked by mesmerizing one person at a time, after
she had entranced Paige, she would have Paige entrance Joey. That would work beautifully, just like everything else in Daniela’s life.
She would have Joey would take the blame for screwing up the marriage, confessing eagerly, and order Paige to disappear forever, and none of the attention for any of the going-ons would be on Daniela.
She was rather impressed with her intelligence. It seemed a lifetime of plotting and gossiping had prepared her well for being conniving. She slid close to Joey, letting him feel her thick, golden hair against his shoulders. Her face was inches from his.
She made her voice husky and urgent. “You can think whatever you like, Joey. But here are some facts. After this is done, Paige will be single. You might even leave a little implication in her mind there about...who to be attracted to, hmm? And I’ll be single too, still. And I’ll be very, very grateful to you.”
She could see him trying to resist her. And because she could see him trying, he knew that her methods were working. She slid even closer to him, her thighs moving against his. One of her sandals moved over his foot.
“Please do this for me, Joey?”
“Do...do what?”
“Help me. The day of the wedding. I need you there for support. Reading Paige’s instructions. It has to be someone I can trust. I can trust you, can’t I?”
It also had to be someone she could control. And she knew she could control him. For whatever reason, she felt wrong about being the one to rearrange Paige’s head. But she had no problems with Joey doing it for her.
“Daniela...Daniela, I...”
She stroked a finger across his chest. “When my friend is happy and free, then I’ll finally feel free to follow my own heart, do you understand? I need this...so that you and I can be together.”
“W-what? You just said...said for me to be with Paige...”
She put a hand on his crotch, her breasts sliding up on his arm. She let out a soft gasp of mock surprise when she felt his bulge. In truth, as a virgin, she had no idea what a good or bad bulge was.
“You’re such a man, Joey. Everyone in town knows it. I’ve known it. I’m intimidated by you...I want you to have more than just one girl. Paige isn’t enough. I’m not enough. But together...together we could be enough for a man like you.”
She leaned in and kissed him then, hot and wet. He was good at it. That surprised her. His tongue slipped into her mouth and danced with hers. His hands went up her back and dug hard into her lithe, strong muscles there, and then tugged at her gorgeous wealth of hair.
That was enough. She did not like rough stuff. All those words, all that playing on his ego, she knew she was having exactly the effect she wanted.
“You’ll help me, won’t you Joey? You’ll help me make this dream come true?”
“Yes, Daniela,” he said, staring at her with awe. “I’ll do anything you want.”
* * * * *
Joey, standing on the drive of the enormous, luxurious Race mansion and trying to look inconspicuous as he waited for Daniela to arrive, tried to keep focused. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, and the temperature was cool. A slight breeze ruffled through the nearby trees.
The marriage was to take place in the middle of the Race’s expansive mansion grounds in a little over an hour. It was a beautiful estate, full of acres of green grass and beautiful flower gardens. The marriage itself was in a little area fenced in with bushes of white roses. He could see it easily from the mile-long driveway. The only way he had gotten past the guard at the gate was with Daniela’s invitation in hand, announcing himself as her plus one.
He wore a plain blue suit, fitting tight over his slim frame. Joey had never been truly happy with his body—he always planned to add a little more muscle to his frame—but even he had to admit he looked good in a suit.
For the past week, Joey’s mind had been thoroughly focused on Daniela, Paige, the watch, and the promises made to him. Paige and Daniela kneeling before him, adoring his cock...both women completely in love with him...
To think that Daniela had wanted that, with him, this whole time! It was unreal! He felt so incredibly lucky to be a part of it.
She had been ignoring his phone calls thus far, but that was all right. She was just preparing. It was a big step they were going to take together. The only contact she had given him was to email him a script she had prepared for what to tell Paige when she was being mesmerized.
It was pretty straightforward stuff. “You don’t need Charles. You can leave him.” At the very, very end, there was stuff about Joey being rather attractive.
He had the script in his coat pocket now, ready to pull out whenever he needed it. Of course, he had memorized it, hoping to impress Daniela should she ask about it.
He looked Paige up on the internet, just to remind himself of what she looked like. He hadn’t seen her since high school, where she was firmly positioned in one of the exclusive Queen Bee spots, running crowd control on who was popular and who was welcome at social events and so on. Her methods were gentler than Daniela’s, perhaps, but were methods all the same. If anything, Paige had only become more gorgeous, easily as gorgeous as Daniela, and completely heartbreakingly distracting.
Joey, ever since hearing of what the watch could do, had been unable to stop himself from wanting to try it out in ways that he knew were completely immoral. His cock didn’t care. All he could think of was owning Daniela, owning Paige, having his own perfect girls doting on him at all times. Shifting on the concrete of the drive, his mind drifted to a daydream he had held ever since seeing Paige’s picture...
...Paige held herself close to her MasterHusband Joey's cock, licking and sucking up any excess that she could possibly gobble down. Cum had puddled up over the thick blanket of her hair. He knew Paige would have a delicious time cleaning it later with her tongue.
Her hands ran up his massive body as he stood in the entryway, breathing and grunting, petting his slavewife's head. Grizzled, hot sweat covered his body.
“May I wash you, Sir?” she asked sweetly. “Your shower fuckslut is already prepared for you.”
He nodded, grunting. When he was around her, he spoke mostly in grunts. Words didn’t really need to be wasted on obedient fucksluts like Paige.
She didn't mind. He ordered her not to, long ago. He felt that speaking so infrequently made it all the more special when he did decide to call out her name during their intense fucking sessions. She, of course, agreed.
Taking his thick, rough hand, his wifeslave Paige led him into the bathroom and stripped off his shirt. Just like always, she moaned appreciatively. She loved his body. Its thick collection of muscles, stacked on each other like bricks.
A hot moan sounded off from inside the shower when Paige opened its door. Inside was Daniela, on her knees in her brand new cheerleader lingerie—complete with stockings, pleated skirt, tiny bra top, and six-inch heels. She sat in the corner, her hands behind her back.
She was blindfolded, too—a request of Daniela's. She loved being fucked by her Master without seeing him. She said that, since Paige was Master's first slavewife and therefore so much better than her, only Paige should really be allowed to look at their Master when he came.
Joey didn't really agree—he knew that if he wanted, he should have dozens of girls watching him as he came—but he liked Daniela's initiative. Bending over at the waist, giving Joey a wonderful view of her tight, perfect ass, Paige turned on the water, making it nice and warm. Joey watched appreciatively as she she stayed out of the water's aim. He knew she didn't want to ruin the nice hot cumbath she had only just received in the entry. Later, Daniela would lick her clean.
Joey stepped into the shower, and Paige gathered up the loofah and soap and started lathering his body.
He could sense her moist cunt squirming happily as she washed her man's thick back muscles. Grunting, he pushed Daniela backward into the corner, sliding his slick, hard-again cock into her face. He fucked Daniela's face into the corner, pushing
out hot little moany squeaks from the gorgeous teen.
Before long, he came once again, bathing Daniela much as he had bathed Paige just moments ago at the front of the house.
After finishing soaping him down from head to toe, Paige stepped around her Master in the large shower and undid Daniela’s blindfold, so the two of them could each step out of the shower first. They dried each other off with hand towels happily, so they wouldn't be making a mess all over.
That would be rather rude of them, to leave puddles of water all over for their Master to have to deal with. The hot lusty messes their brains turned into when Master was nearby were the only acceptable puddles in the house. He would never get them pregnant if they couldn't keep the house clean...
Joey’s mind broke from the hot reverie when he saw Daniela strutting toward him. He may have been imagining a wet dream, but she was a walking wet dream.
If Joey didn’t know any better, he would have sworn that this was Daniela’s wedding day. Her dress was ornate and gorgeous, surely rivaling whatever Paige had on.
Daniela, simply, looked divine. The neckline of her pure white gown dipped low, hugging her plentiful bosom, her golden hair sliding down in loving curls to highlight the obvious plump half-globes of perfection that she boasted. A long golden silk ribbon wrapped around her body, matching the elegant tresses of her mane of golden hair. The dress was inlaid with what looked to be diamonds, sparkling in the sunlight around her cleavage and arms, which were covered in long white velvet gloves that stretched up past her elbows.
Joey thought it was considered distasteful to show a lot of leg at a wedding, but still, Daniela had fantastic legs and from her dress it looked like she wanted to show them off. Apparently, she had compromised by having a sexy, sheer, white lace bottom to her dress—completely revealing her bombshell legs, but still opaque enough to not be showing off directly.
He also thought bridesmaids were not supposed to wear white, along with the bride. But Daniela was hardly any bridesmaid. She was the Maid of Honor, and more than that, she was the star of the show.
God, she was just the star of anything ever that she happened to be in. Watching her strut toward him, her gait so effortless and sexy in her high heels, Joey was convinced he would do anything for her. Anything to feel her kiss him again.
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