Chapter 11

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The next morning, Delilah dressed like she thought Miles’s Ideal Wife would dress.

She had on a stunning white Tom Ford dress and a blistering pair of Dolce & Gabbana ankle boots. The dress dipped deep into her cleavage, a long narrow V-shape, and did nothing to hide the outrageous curves that being Miles's bimbo fuckslave had offered her.

As Miles entered the office, Delilah was already there waiting for him. She lit up to meet him, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him madly.

“Hey babe,” he said, squeezing her ass. “You look great today.”

The compliment immediately made her cum as all compliments from Master did. His Approval was so important. She moaned and bit a lip, trying to concentrate.

“Master,” said Delilah. “I have a gift for you.”

He smiled at her. “I know. It’s about that time, isn’t it?”

Obviously he had the wrong idea right away. What other kind of gift could she mean, after all? It was about 8 AM and every morning for more than a week, 8 AM meant Delilah adored her MasterGod’s Cock. It took all of Delilah’s available willpower to stop him from unbuckling his pants.

“N-no,” she stuttered. Smiling. Nervous. “Please. Let me show you.”

She snapped her fingers, and as planned, Lily entered the office.

They planned it so Lily wore a slightly hotter version of the same outfit she had worn when she broke up with Miles: a sexy pink skirt, black skintight thigh-high boots with skyscraper heels, and a dark brown over-sized sweater that highlighted how small and fuckable her frame was.

“H-hello, Master,” said Lily.

Miles looked taken aback; the outfit was doing its work.

“What's this about?” he asked.

Delilah nodded at his ex. “What do you have to say for yourself, Lily?”

Lily gulped. “I-I know we were like, um, dating at some point? I forget all the details. I forget things all the time now. Mistress Delilah tells me I’m going to forget my entire life soon.”

Miles looked at her. “Mistress Delilah, huh?”

“You love it. Shut up.”

He smacked her on the ass. “It’s hot as fuck. Good work.”

Lily had a velvet collar around her neck. Delilah tugged at it.

“Keep going, ****.”

Lily nodded, looking up at Miles with big eyes. “I should never have broken up with You, Sir.”

“That’s fucking right.” Delilah couldn't help herself. She kissed Miles's neck, bit his shoulder.

“I should have never said things were over,” Lily continued. “I should have begged You every day to stay on Your side, at Your side, loving You. I should have begged to be yours all the time.”

Miles's Cock was out. Right away, Delilah began stroking it. Loving Him. Supporting him in this difficult time. Hot milk began to pour from her tits, wetting down her clothes. He paused to look at Delilah—the look was loving, paternal, longing. He was really impressed with her.

“What else?” said Miles.

“Please…let me be Your ****?” Miles's Cock pulsed in Delilah's hand. “Let me be Yours? Let me belong to You, please? I worship You. I-I don’t understand it, but You’re God to me. I feel like You *always* have been God to me…

Miles looked at Delilah, eyebrow raised. Her body trembled with his approval.

“You used something on her,” he said.

“I used lots of things. Audio. Visual. Scents. Everything I could think of.”

“Wow. Delilah…this goes above and beyond.”

Delilah was so fucking wet. She needed him to cum.

“Fuck her mouth, babe. Fuck your ex's mouth. Take what you deserve.”

He didn't need much encouragement. Delilah shoved Lily down to her knees and pushed her forward up into his Cock. A moment's hesitation, and then independent reporter Lily was lost forever, and bimbo fuckslave secretary Lily was born, moaning over Master's Cock and weeping in gratitude.

“Th-thank you, Daddy!” she whimpered. “Thank you, Master! Thank you SO much!”

Some of her words were hard to make out. Her tongue waggled up and down his Cock. Her form was more enthusiastic than precise; Delilah would have to fix that soon.

One aspect of Delilah’s new life was that her senses were sharper than ever. Her body had been, at this point, after taking in so much of the Holy Nectar that was Her God’s Cum, rebuilt entirely from the ground up.

So when Helena arrived outside to spy on them, she heard her outside. She had little doubt that Miles knew about it too—or at least knew someone was there. But Lily’s lush mouth around His Cock was enough to distract him.

And of course Helena showing up was all part of the plan—all part of Delilah establishing her control. She was the one who had told Helena to be there, who had strategically emptied the office of the other girls so that Helena could watch in privacy. It was all timed perfectly.

She knew that outside, Helena—perfectly hot stoic Helena—was already fingering her cunt to what she was watching. Delilah put her hand on the back of Lily's head and started stroking the beauty's face up and down her Master's Cock. Delilah's tits, so heavy and wet already, spilled milk down Miles's side as Lily pleasured him.

*This is what I do*, she wanted to scream. *This is what I do to other women whenever the fuck I want. You better stay clear or I'll do it to you, too. I'll erase your mind until you're my fucking living fleshlight to use on my Master's Cock.*

“Fuck,” said Miles again. “Delilah. This is so good, babe.”

“Good enough for a wife?” Delilah asked.

“A wife?” he laughed a little. “Are you serious?”

He demurred, but his Cock leapt. Lily squealed as her body lifted off the ground from his pulsating hardness.

Delilah straightened. Her hand pumped Lily’s face up and down his Cock. Droplets of her milk splattered sexily on Lily's face.

“That’s what I want, Miles. You didn’t have to leave me with so much of my mind, did you? Mona’s lucky if she has a sentence that’s more than ten words. Lily is certainly just as mindfucked…”

“I’ll remind you that *you* fucked up Lily.”

He fucked her mouth harder, matching his thrusts with Delilah's measured strokes.

“But that’s my point, don’t you see? If you wanted, I’d be a brainless, drooling mess all the time.”

He smiled cockily. “You’re a brainless drooling mess whenever I want, doll.”

Her cunt vibrated. She really wanted to be a bimbo fuckdoll for him whenever he wanted.

“I *know*. But you also decided to make that *not* happen. When you could have. That’s a message. What you decide and what you *don’t* decide are equally important. You let me keep my mind so I could do things like this for you.”

She moved Lily’s mouth more urgently up and down now. Lily sounded low on air. Delilah didn't care.

Miles grunted, clearly impressed with Lily's efforts. “You’ve got me at a bit of a disadvantage, doll.”

“It’s only fair,” said Delilah. “You have me at a disadvantage all the time, don’t you? The way you fuck with my mind. With all our minds. You could be behind all of this, even me bringing Lily to you.”

“It never occurred to me, actually.” His breath catching. “But it’s hot as fuck.”

“Please? I’ll be a perfect wife. I can’t cook or clean very well, but I’ll make sure Lily can, and anyone else we need I’ll make sure to enslave for you, and…”

He caught her and kissed her passionately. His fire surprised her. Her milk spilled down their torsos.

“I’ve gotta cum,” he groaned. He pushed Lily to one side. She collapsed, exhausted from the double-fuck she experienced. “I want to fuck my fiance.”

Delilah was on him in a minute. Her cunt so slick and ready; his entire foot-plus Cock slid up into her with complete ease and right away she was cumming. “D-do you mean it?”

“Fuck.” He slammed her up and down his cock. Using her the same way they used Lily’s head. Lily’s hot saliva making his cock even slicker inside of her cunt. “Yes. You’ll be my wife. I’ll buy you a ring tomorrow.”

“S-say it again, Master?” she begged him. Knowing Helena was listening, watching. “Say it loud?”

“You'll be my wife,” he slammed into her.

Every thrust into her cunt broke Delilah's mind apart and put it back together again. Her heavy tits bounced underneath him, more milk spreading all over the office.

*“You'll* be my wife.”

The massive Cock he sported bulged her belly. Long ago her insides had rearranged to make room. She was so fucking fertile and unprotected that she knew she'd be pregnant from him soon enough. She felt like she ovulated constantly.

“You'll *be* my wife.”

Delilah screamed his name—all his titles. Miles, Master, King, Daddy, God!

“You'll be *my* wife.”

Delilah held on for dear life; he had never been so worked up before. His hot load was on its way.

*Cum in me please. Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, oh god cum in meeee*

“You'll be my *wife.*”

He emptied himself entirely into her hot willing fertile cunt. She begged him on, legs squeezing while he drained completely into her body. Underneath them, Lily licked up the leftovers.

Outside, she could hear Helena’s moans as she came. No doubt equal parts anguish and adoration—knowing that Delilah would be ahead of her forever, now.

Delilah smiled, whispering loving thoughts to her husband-to-be.

Everything was going according to plan.

[TO BE CONTINUED]