by Sasha Scott
“Hmm something like that,” she giggled as she twirled the necklace in her fingers, “but this time I’ll be sure to keep you on a very short leash.”
Last time he went begging to a psychic for some control in their relationship; that wasn’t going to happen again.
Bex got her wish, she had a bun in the oven; a baby was on her way. The harem had been broken up for good and none of them remembered a thing, leaving a very strange and confusing gap in their memories. Everything was back to normal, in a way.
It was still Bex and Marlon living in their house together with him being wrapped around her little finger, except now it was less with a thread and more with a chain.
Like a queen she was sprawled across the couch, watching what she wanted to watch on television while Marlon tended to her feet, massaging them with his hands. She wasn’t evil, she still allowed him to go out with his friends and do his own thing on occasion but when he got home he had to remember who his mistress was.
“Come on a little bit firmer,” she commanded, “I can hardly feel a thing down there.”
“Yes,” he responded, his eyes glowing with a blue hint as the necklace around her neck shone, casting the hypnosis on her poor boyfriend, his hands starting to squeeze down, fingers digging into the soles of her feet.
“Hmm much better, you’ve gotten good at rubbing feet Marlon baby. Soon I hope you’ll be that good at shoulder rubs, I’m gonna need them once my belly starts to get bigger.”
It was still early days, she wasn’t showing yet but the tests had came back positive, they were going to be one big happy family.
“Excited to be a daddy?” she asked him and of course there was only one response he could give.
“Yes.”
They were going to be one big happy family indeed, she was going to make certain of it.
Boyfriend Can Say No!
The magic ring had completely rewritten the script of Marlon’s life. Before he got it he was a weak sap who was dominated by the commands of his girlfriend and pretty much anybody else who wanted to stamp their authority over him.
Ever since his encounter with the mystic and with the power to warp minds radiating from his finger he was able to pick and choose any woman he desired, steering away from just a one woman relationship into a harem and then just being able to pick and choose who he fancied at a time that best suited him.
Over a short period he’d been able to have sisters, neighbors, celebrities, police women, mothers and daughters; he’d tasted the delights of dozens of women in different positions and he wanted more.
However somebody couldn’t help noticing that the man who had only acquired the ring only to help him with his girlfriend and his issues was using it for, unsurprisingly, different reasons. She’d allowed him to run wild for so long so she could collect data about her artifact but now it was time to reel him in before he got out of control.
Marlon had been allowed to the rule the roost, to dominate the city for too long. It was time for a change.
There was nothing to suggest that Marlon’s spell of glory was coming to an end when he returned home from another successful day of sexually conquest. The only thing unusual was the lights in the house were off, the room's cast into darkness.
Marlon entered the dark domain, the building quiet for once. He expected to come back to find his harem waiting for him; his girlfriend Bex, her sister Katie and his neighbor Cheryl. Instead there was nothing.
“Hey where is everyone?” he called out as he flicked the lights on, looking over the empty house.
After he was left to his own devices for a few minutes, trying to find where all his lovely women were hiding, he finally heard a sound that wasn’t being caused by him. Turning he found his girlfriend Bex almost sneaking up on him.
“Woah babe don’t do that,” he sighed out, “So what’s going on? Where’s the other two?”
“I sent them home,” she explained casually.
“You what?” he responded, confused by her words.
“Home, away, gone. They aren’t here anymore they’ve returned back to their homes,” she explained, helping it to sink into him that his harem had been disbanded.
He didn’t understand, he had them fully under his control thanks to the yes ring, they shouldn’t have left and he shouldn’t have had his commands play second fiddle to his girlfriend. He was supposed to be the one in control.
“Home? What do you mean home?”
“Didn’t I--”
“You know what I mean Bex. Why have they gone home? They were supposed to be here, they were supposed to be waiting here for me to return so why have they gone? Why did you tell them to leave? How did you?”
“Well I guess you could say I was bored with playing second, third, fourth fiddle,” she said as she marched over to him from her position lounging up against a doorframe, staring into him as she closed the distance between the two, “So I broke up your little collection you were starting to build.”
She sounded like the Bex of old over the submissive, obedient, woman that he’d gotten used to ever since he’d gotten the magic ring around his finger. Was it possible that the hypnosis had worn off? Well if that was the case she’d need a second dose!
“Be quiet this instant,” he commanded, holding his hand up as he liked to do to give himself a mental image of strength and control.
Then he heard a word he hadn’t heard in at least weeks, a word he didn’t truly believe he’d ever hear again.
“No,” she said, firmly, clearly.
Despite how clear the words had come out of her mouth his brain didn’t process them properly. It was too shocking, too surprising to fully accept the truth; he was in disbelief.
“What did you just say to me?” he asked, leaning in closer, making sure he hadn’t misheard.
“I said no Marlon. What’s wrong, you seem surprised, almost like you didn’t expect me to be able to say no to you.”
She’d banged the nail right on the head and he was suddenly lost for words. He’d been able to say whatever he wanted, do whatever he wanted but suddenly he had no idea what he was to do anymore. He was a picture of shock as he stared into his ring, checking it. Was it broken?
“Oh it’s not your ring that’s broken,” she said to him, snapping his attention.
“How did you know about that?...”
“Well I got a visit from a strange woman who said you paid her a visit and that same woman also gave me this,” Bex lifting her head up high to help draw his attention to the necklace hanging around her neck, a sapphire dangling from the base of that golden chain.
“Is that?”
“If you have a magic ring then I guess this is a magic necklace, one more powerful than your toy so I want you to sit!”
“Yes,” he responded weakly, his body slowly starting to lower down but before he completed the action he suddenly felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. His body stopped in place and he clenched his hands together and told her firmly, “I mean, no.”
Bex looked taken, “W-what?”
“I said no.”
She had no idea what happening. The mystic had told her the necklace was perfect, that it would place him under her control, that he wouldn’t be able to say no but here he was saying it to her.
“Hey this isn’t right, you aren’t supposed to be able to say that,” she protested, shaking the necklace in place, “what’s wrong with this piece of junk?”
“If you still think I’m the same man I used to be,” he told her, holding up his ring hand again, “then you’re very much mistaken. I am no longer some doormat, I am the man of this house. Do you understand!?”
The ring shon red but it wasn’t the same light glow as usual. It was bright, it was intense, it was almost blinding. The ring had excelled to new levels with Marlon’s new dominant attitude powering it up. Bex’s necklace didn’t stand a chance.
“Yes,” she said dully, her eyes glowing in the same stunning red color
as his ring.
He swore he wouldn’t go back to just following orders and he meant it, from now on he was the one going to be in control and nobody and nothing was going to change that. That included the strange women who had instigated this counter offensive. That included the mystic who had tried to stab him in the back. It was time to pay her another visit.
The mystic didn’t look surprised to see Marlon when he returned to the shop. She actually showed him a wide smile.
“Oh you’re back. Did your mistress send you to return the ring?” she asked him, not doubting her plan had failed for even a second. That was why she was about to be in for a nasty shock.
“No I thought I’d bring it here personally,” he informed her, holding up the ring on his hand.
She couldn’t really work out what was going on or why he was acting so strange. He was supposed to be closer to an obedient puppet and why was he still bothering to wear the ring despite the fact he was now the submissive party? All was about to reveal itself.
“Here,” he said, lifting something from within his top, revealing he was wearing the necklace as well, “I brought this with me as well.”
“Huh, what’s the meaning of this!?”
“The meaning of this is you tried to betray me you witch and now you’re going to get a taste of your own medicine.”
Finally it dawned on her what had happened. Her face twisted in shock but quickly settled back towards a grin.
“Oh I see, the poor girl failed did she? No matter, I’ll just have to take the ring from you myself. After all it won’t work on me. My ring has no effect on me.”
“Except it’s not your ring anymore,” he growled out, “It’s mine!”
Again the ring began to glow with a brilliance, blinding, intensity, one that even made that mystic shiver in place in awe at the power radiating from the small relic.
“Impossible… the ring isn’t supposed to be so powerful. How did you?...”
He didn’t need to offer her any sort of explanation. He just grinned as the ring filled him up with that hypnotic, mind warping power and delivered the decisive blow to his greatest enemy.
“From now on this ring is mine and so are you. From now on you’re going to be my obedient slave.”
She was supposed to be immune from the ring but it was out of control, it was now stronger than she was. Her eyes glowed red as she whined weakly before her mind was completely put in trance, and she replied in the same dull way as everybody else who fell under the ring’s spell.
“Yes.”
A grin creeped over his face as he approached the mystic who was now standing still, obediently waiting for him.
“I’d say I’m sorry for this but after the way you turned on me I can’t say I am you old ha...llo there.”
His sudden change in tone came about seeing her face from up close, behind the veils she wore, without the poor lighting and that low hanging fringe. He thought she was some old wench but it turned out she was quite a young beauty.
He’d considered ways of punishing her but seeing how hot she was quickly changed his mind. After all before she got involved he had been building himself a harem composed of beauties. Now he had another one here under his control. It would be a waste not to take advantage of her assets.
“New plan,” he told her, “I want you to get down here in front of me and I want you to pledge your obedience to me by sucking my cock.”
“Yes.” she responded diligently before quickly moving her slim body around the counter where she dropped onto her knees in front of him.
He unbuckled his jeans and allowed his meaty cock to flop out, the mystic getting to work nice and quick, wrapping her lips around the tip of his shaft, her tongue coming out to lick and please over the bulbous head.
She didn’t look like a woman who would have any talents for sucking cock but she was surprisingly skilled, her talents getting him hard nice and quick. Once he was erect it meant he could help guide her head down the inches as well, turning her kiss into a blowjob.
The youthful mystic bobbed her head up and down the length of his cock once she embraced him fully. Each bob brought her a little further down, her wetness glistening his manhood and helping to ease that large shaft into the tight confines of her throat.
Marlon was loving the sensation of her tight insides squeezing around him. It was driving him towards something hot and explosive. Her surprising skills were taking him towards an orgasm.
“Oh you slutty girl, I was right to reconsider with you,” he groaned, his hands holding around her head as she worked her lips up and down the shaft, “I’m gonna blow any second now.”
Still she worked, she pumped and stroked using her mouth, her hot, wet, insides taking him to the very heights of pleasure.
When enough was finally enough and he couldn’t hang on anymore he used those gripping hands to bury her head down tight into his crotch, keeping her pinned down in place, lips to the base of his shaft.
“Here it comes. Cumming!” he growled as his orgasm struck, his hips jerking forwards into those lips, sealing himself inside, unloading rope after rope of cum down her throat, directly into her stomach.
He kept a tight hold of her throughout the duration of his orgasm, not letting her free until he was finally done spraying out his ropes of jizz, marking her insides white. Only once his balls felt empty did he decide to let her go.
She coughed and spluttered as she was finally given a chance to wheeze air. He didn’t feel any sympathy for the she-devil though. He just grinned and called down to her.
“Did you enjoy that bitch?”
The mystic paused her gagging to look up at him, spit dripping down her face as she told him, “Yes.”
Marlon laughed to himself. He had done it, he had even taken down the mystic. Now there was nobody who was able to stand in his way. Now he was firmly the one in control.
“Well then, I guess it’s time we went home.”
He was victorious. It was time for him to claim his prize.
Thanks to the power of the ring it didn’t take Marlon long to rebuild his harem. All it took was one line and both Katie and Cheryl were back under his spell. Once again he was the king of his own castle and he had a loyal batch of slaves working under him, and that included one more.
“Master, may we have sex today?”
His newest slave looked on in envy as the naked bodies of Cheryl and Katie were sprawled over his sides, his hands playing with their soft bodies as between his legs his girlfriend, Bex, could be found sucking on his rock hard member.
“Sorry you haven’t earned that right just yet. I think you need a few more weeks of teasing until you finally deserve the honor of playing with me.”
Chantelle, the mystic who had been trying to control him, was watching on in lustful need as she rode on her fingers. She was a beautiful young girl with a stunning body he was proud to add to his harem, however he still felt a little scornful about how she had tried to take his power away from him which was why she was ordered to tease and edge herself constantly while watching him play with his harem.
She’d been toying with herself for weeks, ever since she came back with him, and still hadn’t came. He’d decided she wouldn’t be allowed to cum until they eventually had sex together. When that happened was going to be completely up to him.
“Yes Master, sorry Master,” that obedient slave moaned out as she watched him with a hand between her legs, her juices coating those fingers and the floor below.
Marlon grinned as he watched her once again deny herself from orgasm while he happily indulged in his, Bex using her oral talents to drive him towards a messy conclusion that sprayed all the way down her throat. It was his third orgasm of the day and it wasn’t even midday.
He was living the dream and with Chantelle now under his thumb there was nobody capable of taking that dream away from him. He was the king and there was nobody out there in any position to remove him from his throne.
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