Midnight blue

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I added a few things in post-production to this chapter as well. At first I wanted to call the chapter Operation Midnight Hammer, but then decided on the song Midnight Blue. ;) God, I'm proud of the pictures I found. It always leaves a strong impression on me to see how many incredibly attractive women offer their bodies for money on the internet, and yet it's sometimes difficult because the women refuse to go beyond a certain level. As if having sex for money is different from taking their clothes off for money. Only Fans versus porn. I try not to delve too deeply into the subject matter, and I don't have an Only Fans account, not because I can't afford it, but also because I'm terrified of exceeding that level of desire. I'd be interested to hear your thoughts on this, as I'm currently thinking a lot about the nature of my work here and whether I'm doing my readers any good, as well as the models I use and the regular women whose boyfriends I might suggest something they can't follow.

Well, that could also be something where I can actually say I'm overthinking it. Anyway, I was lucky enough to find pictures of Rose (Hannah Owo) that support this chapter, and with her and the other pictures, I'm, as I said, quite proud of everything this chapter consists of.

Enough about me.

Now, please enjoy...

Chapter 63

It's as if a fresh wind of change is blowing through the room. Rose and Jasmine turn to me at the same time, the movie on TV forgotten.

Mom squeals happily, scurrying towards me on hands and knees while my older sister immediately jumps up, everyone else in the room forgotten, and Rose's breasts scrape against the fabric under her long, blue shirt and she falls back onto the sofa with a lusty and surprised moan. A good way to see what your brother has in store for you.

"Hubby!" Jasmine, seemingly unaffected by her sensitive ass, rushes towards me in her incredibly stunning bra.

Her breasts bounce up and down, and I see her body move towards me. Her eyes sparkle with the desire to submit and serve as she told her sister, but although with an underlying nervousness, surely because of her sloppy behavior, sitting on the couch and not serving me in any way her mind can come up with. At least she looks incredible with her midnight blue hot wear and even if I'm not mad at all, good guy and harem patron and so on, its quite moving to see how **** Jasmine has become with her Hot Wife freedom score persona.

Jasmine Lynchwood / Caretaker "Let me take care of you hubby" PS +53

The Hot Wife. FS 60

The subject will evolve into a domesticated model wife that the user can use for his own purposes, even outside of kitchen and bedroom. Other men, not activated by the MCD, will react to the slutty obedient wife with envy, admiration, and lust toward the subject and the bond between her and the user. Other women, not activated by the MCD, will react to the devoted happy wife with envy, lust, and frustration toward the subject and the bond between her and the user. The user can now make use of his domesticated Stepford Hotwife in the outside world as well, giving the subject more freedom and responsibility in their relationship, using his wife as a special tool in his live.

Maybe it's because of her Freedom Score towards me that she behaves more rebelliously towards Rose, I inquire hastily while my sister rushes to hug her (soon to be but already in her heated mind) husband. Others will envy her and with that comes a certain kind of superiority.

It has reason why I chose this FS for her. I intend to break my big sister, break her down to the smallest pieces, break her mind and form her body, mold her mind to my liking and let her soul develop an addiction to my presence. God I'm so horny for her!

Mostly it's because I know she will be happy as my hot wifey, that I can show her around and that will make my life easier. Shit, I can use that with what I have planned with my harem.

And, fuck, breeding isn't out of the picture as well, I know, seeing her breasts whip towards me.

But before she can embrace me, Michelle is already there and throws herself into my embrace, also dressed in expensive lingerie, a white bra and midnight blue decor.

On all fours and, having noticed me first with the senses of a well trained puppy, she's even faster than Michelle, although her embrace comes more from her body, which throws itself at me without regard for the consequences. Laughing, I lower myself to her level and let her press her lips to mine in a steamy recocnition of her future.

Michelle Lynchwood / Petplay "Are you my new owner?" PS +52

A well-trained Puppy FS 40

The subject will develop a strong bond with the user, primarily determined by the freedom to engage in puppy play. Puppy play will dominate the subject's life, but not her entire life. Human and dog go hand in hand within the subject, and together with the user, she determines when pet play is activated and when not. Others, not activated by the MCD, will see the subject's puppy behavior as her kink and react to it normally with understanding, curiosity, or disgust.

Shit, if you would ask me a week ago, I would've made her my adorable all time puppy with no trace of her former self intact.

Now, feeling her lips on mine, her hot breath and small wimpers while I hold her close to me, I can see a mother, a subjugatzed woman, fucking sexy and kinky, who will love and adore me for the training I will give her.

And fuck Mom, I will show you around like the bitch you are and people will see you happy with me.

Who would have thought that Michelle, of all people, would submit to me while my sisters were arguing? Perhaps it's a consequence of Rose and Jasmine having roles in my life, while Michelle only has to exist in my presence? Or perhaps Michelle is slowly getting used to her status? The last time I interacted with her, she was on the right track, and it seems her Freedom Score of 40, low as it is, is pointing in exactly the right direction.

As does my cock when feeling the needy kisses Mom smooches on my skin.

"Owner! Arf! Owner!" She doesn't say many words, but her eyes sparkle, and when I bend over her, her butt wiggles joyfully in her skimpy white bikini bottoms.

And her puppy ears, a white headband with a fluffy fur and pink lining, press against my stomach.

"You don't need many words, do you?" I ask, reaching over her and stroking her warm, bare back while Michelle presses her head into my lap, whimpering with joy.

"Happy! Happy!" It looks like there's still a small part of my mother in her, but she continues on the path I gave her like the MCED said. She's in there, but she want's to be a well-trained puppy. Then, with a squeak, she falls to her side and presents her firm belly to me.

Her bra has slipped slightly, and a stiff pink nipple presses against the fabric as Michelle pulls her legs and arms up and looks at me lovingly.

No more responsibility, and now, at FS 40, no more reason to act human. My mother will never be the same again, wanting to be a puppy, and I like it.

"Owner!" she whines with slightly flushed cheeks. "Horny!" And apparently, she likes it too.

"Hubby! You're here!" Then Jasmine sits down next to me with grace and still in a hurry. At first, it seems as if she too wants to give me a wild hug, but then she puts her hands in her lap and lowers her head. "I should have been expecting you at the door. I'm sorry." Then she raises her head. "But I have an excuse! You see, Rose told me to relax, but..."

"She just won't listen to me!" comes from Rose, who is now standing in the room with her hands tucked behind her thick, long, soft shirt, moving slowly from side to side to let her diamond rock hard nipples brush over the soft fabric of her not at all midnight blue shirt.

"I'm..." I can see immediately that she wants to say more, is nervous as well, but holds it back. Her cheeks are also flushed, and her mouth is slightly shut as she fights to concentrate on me and not her sensitive nipples. Somewhat uncertain, she looks at me, while Jasmine, equally uncertain, awaits a judgment on the girls. For her, it's as if she's waiting for her general's verdict, while Rose is fighting more with herself and her sister than with me.

And Michelle simply lies on her back, losing herself in my touches on her body, still petting her, her tongue sticking out, panting happily.

And me? I stand up, stand in front of my big sister, extend my hand, which she immediately takes, and pull her up. While she looks hopefully into my eyes, expecting well-deserved loving punishment, I'm simply glad to have developed enough to be able to read my girls.

If I were still the old Finn, the Finn who would settle for one girl, even an incredible one like Rose, Jasmine, or all the other small wonders in my care, an incredible catastrophe would befall us all. I wouldn't understand Rose, her struggle to be part of something great and at the same time rise above someone who has tormented her time and time again. Finding a balance between dominance and affection for a person is difficult, perhaps even impossible for Rose.

Or impossible for a woman?

I know I wasn't capable of it for a long time. Maybe I was stupid. Surely I was stupid.

But now the clarity of the situation with which I see my girls' problems is almost comical, almost too simple. And I'm not stupid enough not to know that I have to keep fighting to make them all happy.

But I also see that this is my job, a man's job. Not a woman's job. Rose and Jasmine shouldn't be fighting. Not in my harem, but they wouldn't be just two normal sisters and not about to have an orgy with me in sexy lingerie and evening wear.

No. It's my job to keep this harem together, and I see that it's not good for either girl to fulfill this task. They could do it, my God, Rose is so clever and strong. And fuck, Jasmine is so delicate and social under her cloak of horror. It's not their place in this life to argue and find a place.

I will give them that place, by my side, and for that, they will love me as I will love them.

"You can punish me if you like hubhmpf…"

The intensity, desire, lust, and greed with which I kiss my big sister/my submissive wifey surprises even me. I hug Jasmine, pressing myself against her slimm body, squishing her breasts between us, one hand greedily and firmly gripping the flesh of her ass. I feel the fabric of her panties against my palm and the quivering, warm flesh between my fingers. My other hand cups her back, forcing her to press herself against me (no **** necessary) and press her breasts against my chest. She is hesitant, cautious, perfectly submissive, and somewhat surprised when my tongue enters her mouth. "Hufffyyyy…" But then she moans, softly, feminine, and moves her tongue around mine. Our breaths mingle as I feel my sister on my tongue, and like her, her tongue submits after a brief struggle and surrenders to my guidance and energy.

Jasmine, the paralegal, a star in my mother's sky, an aspiring young woman in the outside world, is small and helpless in my house, surrounded by my girls and at my mercy.

And this is where she blossoms.

Submission is where she excels. Devotion is her light that she shines on me and others. Supporting her energy, matching mine. Together we radiate while Rose continues to caress her breasts and Michelle rubs her bare flank against my leg.

Finally, I gently grab Jasmine by the neck and push her slightly away from me. Her dreamy eyes tell me how happy she is that her caring hubby is now taking over thinking again and telling her head what her body should do. I pull her along beside me like a doll, stumbling slightly and clinging to me. Michelle, the dedicated mother of four, prances happily ahead of us, repeatedly looking back and not noticing that one of her breasts is already hanging out of her bra.

So we stop in front of Rose, who has certainly never seen the look on my face before. It's surprising enough that she even stops and pulls her fingers out from under her shirt.

"What?" she asks, her mouth slightly open and a beautiful pink blush on her velvety cheeks. I kiss Jasmine on the cheek. I hold Rose by the cheek.

"So, two of my girls are having problems with each other?"

Message from the author:

I always judge the success of my orgies by whether I can decide who to do it with first. I can't here. My instinct tells me Rose, but fuck, Jasmine fits her Freedom Score so well that I really don't know. And Michelle... Fuck guys, thanks for sending her and Jasmine on their path and Freedom Score. With Hot Wife and Well Trained Puppy, that's a killer combo I'd really like to try out. Thanks to your decision, I can now send them both out into the city with Finn and let them act out a wide range of spice scenarios. Risky open sex, public submission, and I'll have a lot of fun letting the two women interact with other people while Finn sits back and shows everyone who Michelle and Jasmine belong to forever and solely. Him.

So, you. ;)

Now I have to decide again from which perspective I'll write the orgy. There are good reasons for Finn, but also for the girls. Since Tammy hasn't been introduced yet, I'm also thinking about writing the next chapter, which is about Rose, Michelle, and Finn, from her perspective. That would certainly be appealing, too.