Emma Watson

Emma Watson was right there, posing in such a seductive way that Michael felt his dick go rock-hard. Her white outfit, her enticing gaze...it was all almost too much for Michael.

He left the room and started to think of how he'd make this one work. He didn't want to do the same thing that got him Chloë, he wanted to do something different, be creative. Then he got it.

Emma will desperately need to use the bathroom and will leave the room to go there without dressing. As she passes by me, she will knock the glass out of my hand with the contents landing all over her. As soon as she does, she won't need the bathroom anymore. The infatuation draft should work just as it did when drunk when coming into direct contact with skin, so Michael was relatively sure this plan would work. It would require a stronger concentration though. He put a few drops of water into the glass, so the draft would take on the colour of water, or lack thereof. Then he took out a bigger vial of the draft and filled most of the glass with it. Then he restarted time and began slowly walking towards where he had come from. Soon enough, there she came, still dressed only in her white onesie and stockings. Right as she was about to pass him, her shoulder knocked his arm and he spilled the glass all over her, with draft landing on her arms, legs and even on her rather exposed breasts. Emma looked down in shock at her wet clothes for a few seconds, then looked up at Michael, and her eyes widened. She blushed deeply and stuttered: "I'm s-s-so sorry…can I g-get you another glass?" "Oh, no, it's fine" - he responded. "Listen, erm…what's your name?" - she asked him nervously. "I'm Michael" - he said. "Emma" - she said, trying to stay calm, then suddenly blurted out very quickly and almost completely incomprehensibly: "CouldIseeyoulatertodayaftermyshoot?" "Sure, I'd love to. 7PM at my mansion?" He then froze time again and began quickly repeating almost exactly the same "ideas" he'd given last time he was here:

You will agree to come to my place on a date. You won't find anything I do strange in the slightest. You will be perfectly okay and actually really into the idea of me having a harem of obedient slaves. When I ask you to marry me tonight, you'll agree without even thinking twice and you'll never regret it. You'll also marry my other wife, Chloë. You'll be my compliant wife, you'll agree to anything I ask for or state. You'll love me forever, along with Chloë. You will love having sex with me and Chloë, as well as with all the slaves, and you will often desire it. You will love your role of Mistress to my slaves and won't find it unusual in the slightest. You won't have the desire to go out in public - my home and its grounds are perfectly good enough for you.

Also, Chloë will agree to marry Emma and neither will see anything wrong with our polygamous family, just like they don't see anything wrong with the harem.

Now that all that was over with, Michael started time back up. Emma blinked rather slowly, just like Chloë had done, and then said: "I'd love to! See you tonight, Michael!", after which she went back to finish her shoot. Michael followed, making himself go unnoticed like the previous time and witnessing the rest of Emma Watson's sexy magazine shoot.

Later that day, when Michael opened the door of his car for Emma, he took a second or two to admire her beauty.

Michael politely offered her his hand and helped her out of the car, after which he lead her into the house and to the newly-set-up dining room. He couldn't see her face as he walked beside her, but Michael could feel Emma get excited as she looked around, taking in the beautifully draped walls, the luxurious carpet, the cute table with two wine glasses and two plates on it, as well as a bottle and a few dimly-lit candles. She was amazed by how much he had done for her in such a short amount of time - he knew by looking into her mind. They sat down, and Michael carefully poured Emma a glass of wine and asked: "What would you like to eat?" "What have you got?" - asked Emma. "For you - anything you like" - Michael responded, winking. She blushed deeply. "Oh...th-thanks" - she stuttered - "If you can do that, I'd really love an egg tortilla." "If it makes you happy" - Michael smiled, making Emma blush again. He snapped his fingers, and Kim, who was the cook in the house, brought in a tortilla. "A tortilla for Mistress Emma" - she said, carefully placing it in front of the English actress, who was completely unsurprised by the whole procedure. Michael's subliminal messaging had worked, then. He himself wasn't very hungry - his stomach was quite tight at the thought of what he was going to do next - but he ordered a plate of classic tomato spaghetti to be brought out to him. They spent the next hour or so engaged in lively conversation in between eating and sipping their wine. Wouldn't be the only way they'd be engaged soon enough, thought Michael, his penis hardening slightly at the mere thought.

As soon as the last piece of tortilla left Emma's plate, Michael quietly clapped his hands. Natalie snuck in with a soft, miniature blue box. Michael silently nodded to her, she nodded back and disappeared. "Emma" - he began. She looked up at him and put her glass down. Her eyes felt like they warmed his very soul. "Despite how recently we met, I can already see that you're one of the most beautiful, fun, smart people I've ever met. I've fallen in love with you, and I wanted to ask you" - he said, getting down on one knee - "Will you marry me, Emma?" - Michael finished, opening the box to reveal a ring just like the one he'd given to Chloë. Unlike his first wife, though, Emma didn't hesitate. She simply looked back at him and said quietly, but very excitedly: "Yes! Yes I will Michael!" He snapped first and dashed towards her, embracing her and beginning to passionately kiss her, slipping the ring onto her finger as he did so.

They didn't move from the room. Michael simply had his slaves remove the tablecloth and restore the room back to its initial appearance. After that, they both simply fell asleep on the room's couch right then and there, with Michael not forgetting to order all of Emma's things to be moved into his mansion, to make her his wife, as well as preventing them from having a hangover the next morning - they had both drunk generous amounts of wine.

Author's note: Hi guys! Hope you enjoyed this one. I tried to put in more detail in some places, hope it turned out okay. I will get the sexual half of this story out as soon as I can, it is New Year's Eve tomorrow after all. So, if you're reading this later than that, Happy New Year! I hope 2021 turns out much better than 2020, wishing everyone the best, stay safe everyone!