You don’t know any women who are kinky like that, but your slaves might

“So, I’ve got to find a girl or a woman who’s into bondage and hot wax, if we want to get rich. Do either of you know anyone like that?” you ask the naked mother and daughter slowly licking and kissing your softening cock.

Ellie shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Sir. Most of the women I know are really stuck-up suburban housewives. I can’t imagine them ever having that much fun.” She snickers at the thought.

“It’s hard to say,” Tracey answers, then gives a long lick. “The girls I usually hang out with, I don’t think so, at least not without a lot of convincing. I think in a big senior class, someone must be at least a little submissive, but no one’s going to admit it in public or anything.” She drags her tongue along your now flaccid cock again as she thinks. “Your sister seems pretty cool. Do you think she knows any girls who are on the wild side?”

You chuckle at that. “Yeah, she probably does, but they’d all be in college and probably not interested in a high school guy. Besides, she just met you as my new girlfriend. I’m not sure I could come up with a convincing reason why I want her to introduce me to one of her sluttiest friends.”

“I could hire a prostitute for you,” Ellie volunteers. “It would cost extra for BDSM, and I’m sure her pimp or madam or whatever would have to check things out to make sure she’d be safe, but I think it might work. No matter how much it cost, it would be worth it if it’s what you want, and you’d get the money back with the spell.” She lowers her head again to gently lick and kiss your balls

“I don’t know if I want to do it with a sex worker,” you say. The unease with the thought of paying for sex causes uncertainty to creep into your voice. “Maybe, if I can’t find anyone who’s just into it. Someone at school is probably my best bet. I wish I had more than a month left before graduation. That’s not a lot of time to find the right girl.” He shrugs. “I suppose I can find someone once I start college.” That makes you pause. You hadn’t been thinking ahead to college through all this.

“Tracey, what were your plans for college?” you ask.

She stops kissing your cock and hesitates before she answers. “I was accepted to NYU, but obviously, I’m going to go apply to wherever you’re going. Whether I get in or not, I’ll go where you go,” she says.

You shake your head. “I was going to stay home and go to community college. It’s all my mom can afford. If I get rich from the spell, I’ll have more options. But I don’t want you to miss out on NYU. I could move to New York with you.” You stop and consider things again. “Ellie, you’d have to move, too. We could all get a place together.”

The older blonde raised her head from enthusiastically lapping at your scrotum and nodded. “Yes, Sir. I can sell this house and use the money to get us a small place somewhere not too far from Greenwich Village. I’m sure I can find a job in real estate in New York.”

That starts you wondering about getting into a CUNY school, and about whether Ellie could pay for your college along with Tracey’s and afford rent in New York City. Getting rich would make things a lot easier. If you could do that, you might be able to skip college altogether, live off that money, and spend all your time learning more about magic.

“OK then, Pet, you’re going to help me find a girl who can be my sex magic partner. Tomorrow in school, talk to your friends to see who they think might be kinky, don’t girls gossip about stuff like that?”

She pulls her mouth away from the sensitive head of your cock with a soft pop. “Yes, Master,” she says, “But if I bring the subject up now, right after I left Leah for you, people are going to assume you’re pressuring me into BDSM.”

“Well, I kind of am doing exactly that, and it’s not illegal or anything, so there's nothing they can do about it. My reputation now is a shy nerd who can’t talk to girls. As far as I’m concerned, people thinking I’m a guy who can convince the prettiest girl in school to get nasty is a step up. Anyway, if that does get around, it might attract someone who’s into it or curious about it to come talk to you. So, it wouldn’t be the worst thing,” you tell her as you stroke her hair.

At that point, you hear your phone ringing. You scramble to grab your jeans and pull the phone from the pocket. It’s your mom. You lost track of time, and never called to tell her you'd be late getting home and that you're at Tracey's, who she's not particularly fond of after the scene at your house last night. You sigh, press your finger to your lips to signal to your slaves to be quiet, and answer the phone.