Confrontations

Everything feels so... cold... That's the first thought that occurs to me as I slowly start to wake up. My brain is still working at half speed, so it's hard to figure out what exactly is going on right now. All I know for sure is that I feel cold. The rest of the world is complete darkness to me.

After awhile, I'm hit by a new sensation: I suddenly become aware of just how dry my mouth and throat are. How long have I been out for? I have no idea. I can only barely remember what happened before I was knocked ****. The sorority house. I was at the sorority house waiting for Michelle when Maria jumped me. After that, it's all a blank. Where am I, anyway? I can vaguely feel that I'm in a sitting position, but that's about it. As I start to become more aware of my surroundings and regain control of my body, I begin trying to move, only to find that I can't. I try a bit harder, but that doesn't help. It seems like I'm stuck.

"Ah, it looks like someone's finally waking up."

That... that voice. I know that voice. Having a sound to focus on seems to help me come fully out of my dazed state. I manage to slowly open my eyes and look around. It looks like I'm in some kind of basement. The room appears to be dark and dingy. The floor and walls look like hard cement and I can hear the sounds of water dripping in the corner on the room. It doesn't exactly look like a great place to hang out. Definitely not a place you want to wake up in after being knocked out. Maybe some kind of maintenance room? Anyway, as my eyes start to fully focus, I'm finally able to locate to source of the voice. I probably don't need to tell you who's standing in front of me...

Looks like someone's gotten a little too into latex since the last time I saw them. Skye stands there with her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face as I stare at her absurd outfit. She thought it was necessary to sport a matching set of black gloves and boots, but she couldn't be bothered to cover her pussy? Whatever. That's probably not important right now.

As I look at her, I can't help but become more and more irate. I'm finally face-to-face with the person responsible for all of the cruelty that I've experienced this past week. My body is still weak, but it doesn't matter. I feel adrenaline kicking in as I attempt to jump at her. However, I'm once again reminded that I can't move as I end up doing nothing but flailing around in my seat.

"Don't bother. You're not going anywhere," Skye says plainly.

I now realize that I'm sitting in a chair toward the back of the room. Ropes are tying my arms and legs to the chair, preventing me from getting up. It doesn't take long to fully comprehend just how thoroughly tied up I am. The restraints dig into my skin, causing a numbness across my all of my limbs. No wonder I feel so weak right now.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask Skye, though my voice comes out a bit hoarse. "Let me go."

"Pfft. Yeah right. You think I'd go through all the trouble of bringing you here just to let you go as soon as you woke up? You really are an idiot," Skye scoffs.

Bring me here? I guess that means I'm in Skye's apartment complex. Not how I had envisioned getting here. This must be the building's basement.

Now that I'm fully aware and alert, I notice two people standing off to the side behind Skye: Helen and Maria. Maria is standing upright with her legs together and her arms at her side. Helen, on the other hand, is in a much less rigid pose as she quietly watches me. There's a look of concern on her face that tells me she's not happy that either of us are in this situation.

"Maria! Helen! Come on. You can't do this. Please, help me," I beg them.

Skye looks over her shoulder and sees Helen become visibly anxious. I don't think I've ever seen her so upset before. She's usually so composed, but that couldn't be further from how she looks right now.

"Don't you dare," Skye barks at Helen. "I already told you that you're not allowed to speak to him anymore."

"B-but, Ma'am..." Helen starts.

"I don't care if he was your old boss. I'm your boss now, which means you obey me! And I thought I made it clear how you're supposed to refer to me."

Helen quickly shrinks down and looks away, likely embarrassed at her inability to do anything.

"Yes, Mistress..." she whispers quietly.

Skye then turns back to me.

"You see that? They work for me now. Just like every woman you once had control over. Oh, and by the way, if you have a woman who can function as your own personal bodyguard, maybe consider actually letting her protect you. God, you really are such an amateur..." she muses.

Obviously, she wasn't there during Maria's hyper-aggressive phase. That being said, I suppose I could have spent a bit more time with my soldier. That's the downside to using the remote on so many people. Some are bound to get less attention than other... Ugh. Why am I letting anything that Skye says get to me? I have more important things to focus on.

"Where is everyone? What have you done with my family? My friends? Where's Violet?"

"Family? Friends? You're so ignorant, you know that? You were given a reality-bending remote, and you used it to 'make friends?' Helen told me about the whole harem thing. What a waste. What's the point of having control over people if you don't make them bend to your will?" Skye questions.

"Where are they?!" I repeat angrily.

"Geez, calm down. It's not like I brought all of them with me. That could cause so many potential problems. I've decided to wait to handle most of them until after I've fully dealt with you. But you'll be happy to know that your family has been getting plenty of attention from me already. In fact, my mother is up in my apartment watching them as we speak. I believe you've actually met her recently." Angela. Goddammit. I was mad before, but hearing Skye say all this stuff makes me absolutely livid. "Oh, but there is one person I brought along that I thought you might like to see again..."

Skye turns and look across the room. As she steps to the side, I get a good look at my girlfriend who's positioned across the room from me. Instead of being in a chair like me, her arms and legs are bound as she lays on the floor. She also has a cloth gag in her mouth. She looks at me with tears in her eyes. Oh my god. Is this what she's been like for the past week? I... I had no idea. I can't believe it. While I was off with a bunch of other women, she was stuck this? I feel terrible...

"Violet! I... I'm so sorry..."

Violet looks like she wants to say something, but can't. The two of us continue to stare into each others eyes until Skye moves back in front of me, blocking my view.

"Alright, that's enough of that. You'll have time to reconnect later," she states with no emotion.

That's it. I'm done playing these games with you, Skye.

"What the hell do you want?" I ask coldly.

"I'll let that slide this time, but I expect you to speak to me with more respect in the future. And I think what I want is pretty obvious: I want you to submit. I want you to worship me like the goddess I am. I want you to bow before me and obey any command I give you, just like everyone else who once thought they were better than me," Skye explains with an evil grin.

"You're a fucking psychopath," I respond while looking her dead in the eye.

"Maybe I am. But don't forget that you and that girlfriend of yours are the ones who did this to me."

"We made you more dominant, not whatever this shit is," I correct her.

"Think whatever you want. It doesn't change the fact that I've already won. Now let's get to the fun part. I want you to tell me that I'm your Mistress and that you'll do anything I say. And why don't you also go ahead and throw in that I'm so much smarter than you too? Go on. Say it," she tells me.

I immediately feel my body respond to her command. I tense up as I get the urge to obey her. Damn. This must be her COMMANDING AURA working on me. Even though it's the first time she's used it on me, I can tell that it's built up a decent amount of power. It's hard to resist. Luckily, knowing about the attribute beforehand does make it easier to tolerate. Still, the more I try to fight it, the harder it becomes. But I'm not going to just roll over and give her what she wants.

"Fuck... you..." I manage to say as I try to concentrate.

Skye sighs.

"Are you serious? I should have known you'd be stubborn about this. Fine. We'll just have to do this the hard way," she remarks.

"What, are you gonna use the remote on me?"

"You wish. As much as I'd love to turn you into a pathetic little sissy or something, I know better than to leave anything to chance. I have no intention of doing something so reckless and stupid. Unlike you," she says in an insulting tone.

Okay, I'll admit it: that one stung. She's not wrong though. I have done a bit too much of my problem solving with the Random Remote. That's part of the reason I'm in this mess. I finally found a situation where pointing and shooting wouldn't magically make my problems go away.

"No, I have a much more... inventive approach to get you to cave," Skye adds.

She then raises up a hand and snaps her fingers. I watch as a new person begins crawling over out of the shadows. To my surprise it's actually Christina. Looks like going to the sorority house was a waste...

"Christina?" I try to get her attention.

"Oink oink..." she quietly squeals. Immediately after, she blushes.

I guess I'm not the only one Skye has been insulting today...

"Alright, sis. You know what to do," Skye says somewhat ominously.

Christina looks up at her sister and gives a **** look, as if she doesn't want to do whatever it is Skye told her to. Then, without any warning, Skye slaps Christina across the face. And I mean hard. A visible red imprint of Skye's gloved hand is left on Christina's cheek as she winces.

"Did you forget who's in charge now? The days of you getting your way are over. Now do it. I won't tell you again."

Wow. I never thought I'd feel bad for Christina, but here we are. I enjoy teasing her and putting her in her place every now and then, but I can't imagine actually hurting her. I'm not going to act like I'm that great of a person myself, but I mean, come on. That's her sister...

After taking a moment to recover, Christina crawls over to me. Once she's between my legs, she reaches up and starts to unzip my pants.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Christina, stop!" I tell her.

Christina doesn't listen to me, probably out of fear of being punished again. She struggles with trying to adjust my clothes while I'm tied up, but eventually manages to fish my cock out. Skye raises an eyebrow when she sees my limp dick. What? Did she think I'd be hard right now? I may be a pervert, but even I'm not that sick.

I try to protest, but nothing works. Christina leans over and puts my cock into her mouth. What is Skye's plan here? Make me cum into submission? That doesn't make any sense. I must be missing something. Sensing that this is some kind of trap, I do my best to prevent myself from getting turned on. Unfortunately, it doesn't last long, as I can't exactly stop my dick from getting hard when someone is actively sucking it.

"Let's try this again. Admit that you've lost and that I'm your Mistress," Skye orders.

I'm once again hit by Skye's attribute, but I still refuse to give in to her. This time, I don't even respond. Instead, I just glare at her.

"Fine. Be that way," Skye says before leaning in close. "From now on, you're not allowed to cum."

What? What the hell does that mean? Skye offers no further explanation as she steps back. She walks away from us and goes to lean on a nearby desk in the room.

"Just let me know when you're ready to give up," she throws out as adjusts her gloves.

Fuck that. No way I'm letting her have what she wants. She can get as many people as she wants to blow me. I'm still strong enough to resist her attribute, and as long as that's true, I'm going to keep fighting.

No one in the room says anything as Christina suck me off. Violet just watches me and occasionally shuffles around in an attempt to get out of her binds. Helen pulls out one of her notebooks as she tries her best to distract herself from what's going on. Maria remains mostly still, though I get the sense that she's not thrilled to be in this situation either. And Skye mostly just waits patiently, occasionally giving me a smug look.

The basement is silent except for the sounds of the dripping pipes and my cock hitting the back of Christina's throat. I still have no idea what Skye is hoping to accomplish with this, so I just try my best to stay alert. A minute goes by. Then two. Then five. The pressure slowly starts building up inside my cock. But I keep concentrating. Ten minutes. Twenty. I feel myself quickly approaching the edge. Finally, I can't hold myself back anymore, and I-

Huh? Wait, what's going on? Why am I not cumming? I'm normally pretty good at sensing my own orgasm, but nothing's happening. My cock throbs as I feel another wave of unwanted pleasure come over me. I grit my teeth at the unexpected sensation. As I do, I notice Skye chuckle.

"Have you not figured it out yet? Turns out, I was overdue for a new attribute. I won't bore you with the exact details, but basically, if I tell you that you can't cum, you can't cum. At least not until I give you permission. Which I don't plan on doing until you start doing as I say."

Uh oh. I should have known this had something to do with the remote. Shit... This isn't going to end well. My dick is already starting to hurt a little from not being able to release. And something tells me that Skye's not planning to stop anytime soon. Things just got so much worse.

I try to get Christina off of me, but with my limited mobility, there's nothing I can do. I'm **** to just sit there as she continues to slip her lips up and down my shaft. And the worst part is that she's actually a pretty good cocksucker. Normally, I'd be happy to be able to say that, but not now. I continue to sit there as it becomes more and more difficult to think. Another five minutes go by. Then another ten. I'd go on, but honestly, I start to lose track at some point.

I... I don't think I can do this. The aching sensation between my legs is just to much to bare. I need to cum. I need it so bad. I can feel sweat start to drip from my brow as I'm edged for what could be an indefinite amount of time. I'd look over to see what everyone else in the room is doing, but I can't focus on anything other than the feeling in my cock now. No... I can't take it anymore... I need it to stop...

I suddenly feel someone touch my chin and lift my face up. My eyes are starting to glaze over, but I can still make out Skye's face in front of me.

"Come on, Matt. Be a good boy and admit your true place."

All I have to do... is tell Skye what she wants to hear... then it will finally be over... Maybe I should just...

"I... I..." I mumble.

"Hey! Get your fuckin' hands off my man, you bitch!"

My attention suddenly snaps back to normal at the sound of someone yelling. It takes me a moment to process, but then I realize that I recognize the voice. No way. It couldn't be...

Skye and I both turn towards a set of stairs leading out of the room. Standing at the bottom of the steps is none other than Amy. And she looks pissed.

"Wha...? Who the hell is that?!" Skye calls out to Helen.

"Th-that's Amelia Turner, Ma'- I mean Mistress. She's the one I told you wouldn't respond to any of my calls," Helen responds nervously.

"You got that right. Now you better let Matt go or else my foot is going in you ass!" Amy demands as she cracks her knuckles.

How...? How is this possible? What's Amy even doing here? I try to look for any possible explanation. That's when I notice another figure tucked away in the shadows at the top of the stairs. They're mostly hidden from sight, but when they see me looking at them, they put a finger in front of their lips to signal that they want me to be quiet. As they do, I manage to catch a glimpse of light pink band wrapped around their neck. Wait, that's... Oh my god. She really did it...