Isabella

"You know, I think this would be a good chance to heal the anger between Isabella and yourself, so I will help her first. You would like that wouldn't you?" Helpless to do anything but agree, you vigorously shake your head.

The following day Goddess Emma called Isabella on the phone. "Hey," the mistress said, "I was hoping to have dinner at my place tonight. Would you be interested?" Muffled by the distance, you hear an angry voice saying, "Will John be there? Because you know I don't like seeing him." "Well," the goddess explained, "I was hoping to heal you two's relationship. Besides, John has really turned over a new leaf. Trust me, you will want to see this for yourself." The exchange goes on for a few more minutes, Emma appealing to {friendhated}'s curiosity, guilt about not seeing her best friend, and her love of good food. It takes quite a while, but eventually Isabella agrees to come over at around seven.

"Now, my worshipper," Emma says with a new tone of command in her voice, "go make a delicious dinner, clean this place up, pleasure me, and then shower." Your purpose in life now beautifully clear, you rush about the house eventually completing all the tasks. Despite them all being fair Emma's commands, you must admit to yourself that pleasuring her made you the most happy.

Seven comes quickly with all the work you have to do, but you finish on time. "Now John, I know you and Isabella have shared some hard feelings in the past, but I want you to put that all behind you. Treating her with respect would make me happy. Unless you don't want to make me happy?" The very idea is horrifying and you cannot believe that the goddess, "Hey," she interrupts your train of thought, "you don't need to look so terrified. I know that you love me, I was only posing a rhetorical question."

The doorbell rings, interrupting this wild dervish of emotions. You stand beside the door and compose yourself, knowing that if Emma wants you to like Isabella, then you like Isabella, without a doubt.

"Emma!" "Isabella!" The two of them hug each other close and laugh with happiness. Internally cringing but feeling like you had ****, you ask "Can I take your coat Isabella?" "Is this some kind of joke? Because it's not funny John!" She asks with barely restrained fury. "No," the goddess intercedes, "he really has changed. It is just like I was telling you. Let me show you the dinner we're having."

Taking her by the arm Emma leads Isabella to the table which is laden with fresh bread, salad, soup, lamb, and cake, all made by you. "I never knew you were such a good cook, Emma" said the one you now like because the goddess commanded it. "Actually," the mistress replied, "John did it." "No! John is too much of a sloth to do something like this!" "I swear," Emma replied, {he even cleaned the house too!" The look of shock on Isabella's face would have been priceless if you didn't have such a good relationship with her.

"Who is this alien and where did you put John," she said half jokingly, "I know that asshole must be around here somewhere..." about a minute elapsed before Isabella said "How did he get like this?" Emma pops the cork off a bottle of red and pours out a glass. "Well, I was going to tell you after dinner, you know after the wine had mellowed you out, but I suppose I can tell you now if you want me to." Seemingly in a daze, Isabella nods silently.

"Well," the center of your universe begins, "John bought some weird **** which increases his desire to do what I asked. At first I just enjoyed the incredible sex and the fact that he just started taking care of my every need. However, one day I came home and found his dick huge and purple. I found out that he couldn't cum until I commanded him to. Demanding to know what was going on, he told me what happened. I obviously told him to stop the **** right then, but the effects never wore off. I suppose I just figured this was the universe's gift for me, well for both of us; I've never seen him so happy. Anyway, I suppose I got a bit carried away and now he worships me as his goddess."

Isabella's eyes look like they are about to pop out of her head. She comes back to herself quickly though. "How do I know this just isn't some weird thing John put you up to. You could both be laughing about this behind my back." Smiling, Emma says, "tell me what you want him to do and he will do it for me. Anything is fine. Just don't cause him any long lasting harm. He still kind of is my boyfriend."

A calculating look passed over the face of Isabella. "Well, I suppose there are a bunch of things I have wanted to do for him since you started dating. First, have him kneel at my feet." With a look the mistress gives you permission to do so, so you kneel at Isabella's feet. "Now have him lick my feet." "I command you lick my friend's feet." Compelled to do what makes the mistress happy, you take off Isabella's shoe and begin licking the bottom of her foot. Once that was done you begin to suck on her toes before she says, "Okay. This is too weird. Make him stop!" And so, when Emma motioned with her hand to obey, you immediately stop.

"This is fantastic! But why are you telling me this Emma? You should probably keep this secret all to yourself." "Well, that's just it. I feel greedy keeping John all to myself. And if I am being honest, being treated like a goddess makes me want to use my power to help my friends. Thinking about what to do, I remembered how you were complaining about not having any good sex since Jacob broke up with you." Isabella hushes your goddess and whispers "I don't want to talk about this in front of him." A laugh like the most perfect bells in the world is issued from Emma, "But that is my point. He can, you know, relieve your... tension. So, what do you say?"