Phoebe Takes Control

"Eliza, please come in and take a seat"

That didn't really need a command from Stephen, but he wasn't taking any chances. The beautiful blonde woman walks into the house, looking very understandably uncomfortable with all of this, and perches herself on an arm chair, not saying anything. Stephen isn't speaking either, looking utterly frozen, and you can't command Eliza yourself. You find you can't think of anything to say now either. Things are starting to get very awkward. You have to acknowledge to yourself that you need Phoebe here to make this work.

Thankfully, the doorbell soon goes. You can't answer it quickly enough, leaving Eliza and Stephen to sit in silence and avoid eye contact for a few moments more. Phoebe grins at you as she steps inside, clutching a carrier bag in either hand. One of them is black, as if designed to completely conceal it's contents.

"Sorry I took a little longer than I anticipated. I decided to go to a couple of extra places but you are going to love some of the stuff I picked up" she tells you gleefully, stroking your cheek "Hey, what's up, babe? You are looking very serious"

"Eliza is here already" you tell her gravely.

"Oh, that's fine, I can work with that" Phoebe answers casually as she places the bags down on the table in the kitchen in the next room "You're going to need to be quite intuitive and follow my lead though. I'm relying on you a lot to make this work as Stephen is going to be hopeless. And remember, I am mostly going to be acting, for now at least. Think of it like a sexy role play, but with you having real magic powers over me"

Phoebe winks at you, then her demeanour suddenly alters and she goes from bright, breezy and affectionate to seemingly hostile and angry.

"You won't get away with this, you fucking pervert!"

She stomps through to the main living area where Stephen and Eliza were still sitting together awkwardly.

"Did they get you too?" Phoebe asks a very nervous looking Eliza "These fucking pigs have put a curse on me. Now they can make me do anything their twisted minds can conceive. If they cursed you too they are probably going to make us do all kinds of depraved things to each other. My so called Master just ordered me to go to the store and pick him up some squirty cream, ice cubes and a load of sick stuff from a fucking sex shop. Can you believe it? I was so embarrassed just buying it"

It seems like every time Phoebe opens her mouth you are more in awe of her. You are strangely keen to impress her, even though you really don't need to, and do your best to play along with this.

"I didn't curse you you dumb bitch, I'm not a warlock. I just activated it" you aren't sure your tone didn't go too far there initially, but there is the subtlest sparkle in Phoebe's eyes that lest you know she approves "My friend and I did the research and now we are going to claim our rewards. And you need to learn to control that mouth of yours, Phoebe. You will strip for me now. Everything except your glasses!"

"You won't get away with this!" she tells you as she pouts cutely in your direction.

But soon she is standing fully naked in front of you, pretending as if she doesn't like this.

It is so hot. And you know what should be coming next. It is Eliza's turn to strip, but that feels different. Phoebe is not just a willing participant in all of this, she is practically the ringleader.

You are not naive to the fact that what you are, and have been doing from the moment you started researching this curse with a view to putting it into practice, has been entirely immoral and self serving. So far it has worked out pretty damn well for you. And Phoebe's enthusiasm and complicit nature has meant you have barely even had to feel any guilt.

But forcing a seemingly nice and mild mannered young woman like Eliza to strip against her will? That just seems wrong. And anyway, it is not like it is something you can control. Stephen is her Master, and if you are having your own doubts, you can't imagine someone like him has the stomach to go through with this. You are more than happy just to take Phoebe into the bedroom and fuck her brains out. You feel pretty certain she would be wild in the sack, even without you having to command her. You are about to turn to Stephen and suggest something along those lines, but he speaks before you have the chance.

"Eliza, I want you to strip completely naked for me" he tells her, calmly and coldly "Just like she did. Now"