Ms Lexa and I go house hunting

After a long night spent experimenting with how to use my flesh sculpting in bed, it was time for me and Ms Lexa to get ready for the day. I shower and start wondering if the neighbors were mad at the noise we made last night. Well if any of them complain they can just join my service. Besides we won't be here for long.

I dry myself off while looking at my wardrobe. Shit, none of my clothes fit now. And Ms Lexa didn't show up with any luggage so all she has is this kinky French maid uniform. Well it looks like we'll need to make a stop first. I throw on some baggy and too short clothes and give Ms Lexa a hoody and some sweat pants. We jump in my old beater and drive to a department store. Ms Lexa looks obviously confused at how shabby all my things are. I remember back to Golthuem mentioning she was some kind of princess, so all my working class stuff must be new. I reassure her that this is only temporary as we pick out new clothes. I almost max out my credit card buying myself a smart looking suit and some lounge wear that would make Hugh Hefner jealous. Also some normal street wear to match my new body. For Ms Lexa we get her a tight fitting pantsuit. A little less conspicuous than the pantyless mini-skirt. At the checkout I notice the cashier staring at Ms Lexa's eyes, and quickly remember those heart shaped pupils. I brush it off as a "fashion trend" but hurriedly buy a few sets of sunglasses.

Now that Ms Lexa and I no longer look like a pair of hobos we drive to the nicest part of town, making a couple preparatory stops on the way. I park my car at the end of a lavish boulevard lined with houses so large they push into mansion territory. I want my palatial estate eventually but I'm immortal, I can start a bit smaller. I see a mailman making his rounds and seize the opportunity. I approach the mailman with a fresh cup of coffee I picked up and flag him down.

"Hey there! Thanks for your hard work, want a cup of joe?" He happily accepts the coffee and I shake his hand. It's a bit of a uncomfortably long handshake while I apply my sigil. Once I have him under my control I start asking for info. He tells me that the biggest house on the block is owned by a "widow", actually a gold digging trophy wife that probably killed her old-money heir, octogenarian husband. As far as he can tell, except for her boytoys that answer the door occasionally, she lives alone. I nod and thank the gossipy mailman. Before I release him from my thrall I order him to forget this conversation, and just because he's been so helpful I flesh sculpt away 15 pounds of flab and give him a bigger dick. Why not? I'm a nice guy after all. I pat him on the back and undo my sigil. I give a friendly "enjoy your coffee" as I stroll up the street towards the widow's house.

I stop by the car and grab a clip board with some papers and high visibility vest. I picked them both up at the department store for disguise purposes. If you have a clipboard and a vest you can go wherever you want, I tell myself. Now prepared I walk up to the front door, mentally noting the security cameras and the address, 2505 Elm St. A small embossed bronze sign says "The Anderson's". I ring the doorbell and stand looking impatient at the camera. After a few minutes an attractive middle aged redhead appears at the door. She's wearing a bathrobe which makes it hard to see her body but from what I can tell she was definitely a trophy wife some 10 years ago. I judge her to be early 50s and generally pretty good looking for her age. She looks immensely agitated at first, but in the few moments we stand checking eachother out her face softens and gains a lusty look. I figure my new body fits her boytoy type.

"Good morning ma'am, I'm here from the water company. I need to come in and inspect your pipes, did you get our letters?" Deep down I know I could come up with a better excuse but it's not worth the effort. If it's good enough for PornHub it's good enough for me. I see her face scrunch up in thought, eventually she relents. Either she believes me or doesn't mind a handsome young man poking around her pipes.

"Of course, I think I missed a letter but why don't you come in. I apologize for my appearance, you caught me fresh out of the shower." She gives me a seductive smile as I step across the threshold.

"It says here this house belongs to a Mr. Anderson, now that either must be your husband or I'm going blind." I say, flipping through a couple of blank pieces of paper on my clipboard.

"Oh that's my late husband Tom, I'm Patricia Anderson. The house might still be in Tom's name for the water company, he just passed a couple of years back. You might have heard of him, his grandfather help found that major company and was the CEO for years."

Oh man, so Patricia is a widow and an heiress? This will be perfect. I place my hand on her back and ask her to lead me to the hot water heater. As we walk through the house I start applying my sigil. Although the way this succubus is looking at me I probably don't even need to. By the time we make it to the cupboard in the kitchen with the water heater she's totally under my spell. Once I see the hearts in her pupils I order Patricia to stop and strip where we're standing. She complies without hesitation and I look over her body. I'm into the milfy look she has but still decide to flesh sculpt a bit to fine tune her. A few pounds of tummy flab shaved off, a little less sag in her already impressive bust, erase some of the crows feet and other skin blemishes, smooth out the cellulite. As I'm rubbing her body down and applying my changes I can tell she's following my work with interest.

"Um mister, I'm not exactly sure what you're doing or how you're doing it but could you also give me back the curls in my hair? I went through a bad dye job phase and it fried my hair."

I look up, a little shocked at how well she's taking this, I guess this mindslaver thing is more effective than I thought.

"I'd be happy to, but on one condition" I snap my fingers and Ms Lexa is summoned, holding her maid outfit. "Put this on and ask your master properly this time."

"Please master, make me beautiful again"

You roll your eyes at her dramatic phrasing but nevertheless adjust her hair. She easily looks 10 years younger now then when you walked in. Now that Patricia is all dressed up you command her to bring you and Ms Lexa up to date on her finances and to produce her credit card. Patricia leads you to comfortable living room and motions you to a lounge chair while she rummages around for her wallet and an iPad. I lean back in the chair and address my new maid.

"While me and my head maid asses your finances why don't you make yourself useful and help me feel more relaxed in my new home."

I motion to my crotch and Patricia immediately drops to her knees, her hands swiftly moving to my belt. Once I see her take my cockhead into her mouth I flip open her wallet. Looks like 4 different credit cards and about $500 in cash. I hand the wallet off to Ms Lexa after plucking out what looks like the fanciest card and turn to the iPad.

"Damn do you suck a good cock! Ms Lexa, get on your knees and carefully observe. Pick up some tips and hopefully you can improve your blowjob skills."

Ms Lexa dutifully agrees without a word and I can feel her breath on my thigh while I'm still revelling in the feeling of Patricia's practiced mouth around my cock. I turn to the iPad and poke around the Anderson's finances. Patricia is obviously wealthy but I can tell that since her husband had passed she's been burning through her money. Well I'll have plenty for now, although the thought of hiring an accountant maid enters my mind as I feel Patricia pull me out of her mouth so she can focus on my balls. In the short term I will make this little mansion mine while growing my harem. Then I can worry about growing my finances.

I lean back and close my eyes. My mind drifts back through my life, imagining all the crushes I've had in my life on their knees like Patricia. Every girl that ever blew me off answering to my every command. The possibilities stretch on endlessly in my mind as I feel my balls contract, a wave of pleasure erupting from my cock and painting my maids' faces white with my spunk.