Chloë Grace Moretz

Chloë Grace Moretz was sitting at a table, wearing a short black skirt, black stockings and a white shirt, which was undone to highlight her breasts (this was an adult magazine shoot after all). She was looking into the camera with the most mesmerizing gaze Michael had ever seen. She was somehow even more stunning in real life than what he'd seen of her on the internet.

Michael **** himself to tear his gaze from Chloë, approached one of the members of the crew in the room, took their phone and added his own number to it and left the room. He turned a corner and quietly muttered: Chloë will become very hot and feel very thirsty and will ask for someone to bring her some water. The person who I gave my number to will think I'm an employee of the studio and will dial me and ask me to bring Chloë water. Then he started time back up again.

Almost immediately, Michael's phone started ringing. "Hey Michael, miss Moretz needs some water, could you bring some water here ASAP?" - said the man he'd given his number before. "Okay, sure, I'll bring it right now." - Michael answered, pulled a small bottle of water, a tiny vial of a transparent liquid and a glass out of his bag, poured the water into the glass, added the liquid and went back towards the room he'd left a couple of minutes earlier. Chloë was sitting back, her eyes closed, fanning herself with a magazine someone had given her, sweat gleaming on her reddened cheeks. She looked ridiculously sexy doing it. Michael approached her and handed her the water. She took it hurriedly without even looking at him and downed the glass in one gulp. She sat there for a few seconds, then looked up, saw Michael and suddenly went very, very red in the face and kind of recoiled shyly. "H-hi. I'm Chloë, what's your name?" "Michael" - he said and reached out his hand. She offered her own slightly shaking hand in return, and they shook hands. "Could you- come back here after my shoot?" - she asked nervously. "Sure, just ask John here to give you my number" - Michael responded, hiding his own nerves much better than Chloë as he pointed out the crew member who had called him, before turning around and leaving the room.

The infatuation draft Michael had invented had worked perfectly. He was absolutely over the moon with what he'd managed to achieve so far. He just didn't want to directly mind control Chloë into loving him. That would've made the whole thing feel weird. He was planning, however, to implement certain habits, beliefs and traits a little later.

Actually - why did he leave the room? He could watch the rest of her shoot unnoticed if she didn't want him to be there. No-one will notice me walk back in. In fact, no-one will notice me until I come when Chloë calls me.

So he sat there, watching his soon-to-be-wife get sext pictures taken of her from many different angles in different outfits. His favorite, apart from the one she was wearing when he first layed eyes on her, was a long greyish shirt with a cut down the side. She smiled beautifully while taking those pictures, and Michael couldn't get his eyes off of her.

Then, finally, after what had seemed like forever, the cameraman said: "Okay Chloë, I think that's going to do it for the shoot!" She was staring off absent-mindedly into space, but at the man's words came back to Earth: "Oh, yes, of course, thanks a lot, it was really fun! John, can you please give me Michael's number, you know…" "Yes, I know what Michael you're talking about. You should probably get dressed first, though, and then I should give you his number." Chloë suddenly realized that he was right - she still hadn't changed into her "normal" clothes: "Gosh, you're right! So silly of me. I'll be right back!" And with that, she ran away towards her dressing room.

Soon, she was back, not looking any less beautiful in more ordinary clothes. Michael simply couldn't look away.

She approached John, got Michael's phone number and dialled it. Michael left the room before responding: "Hi, Chloë, is that you?" - he said. "Hi, Michael! Yeah, it's me. So, my shoot is done, I'd like a word with you. Come on over to the studio you saw me in today." Michael could tell she was trying very hard to stay calm and collected. Then again, so was he. "Sure, I'll be right there!" "See you soon!" - she replied, and Michael could tell that she smiled. He imagined her smile and smiled himself at the thought of it. Soon, she'd be his.

He came back to the door of the studio, where Chloë was waiting for him. "Hey Michael. I wanted to tell…or, I suppose, ask you something…"

Michael cut in, trying not to come across rude: "Actually, so did I."

"Will you go on a date with me?" - they both said together and then embraced excitedly upon hearing that their questions matched. "Where?" - she asked. "I was actually thinking you could come to my place, I'd have a full romantic dinner prepared for the two of us. You see, I don't actually work here. I'm a billionaire, I live in a mansion. I just came here to meet you." - he said, after which messages whizzed through his head one after the other: You will agree to come to my place on a date. You will not find it strange in the slightest that I knew what day your shoot was. You won't find anything I do strange, in fact. You will be perfectly okay and even really like me having a harem of obedient slaves. When I ask you to marry me tonight, you'll agree without even thinking twice and you'll never regret it. You'll be my compliant wife, you'll agree to anything I ask for or state. You'll love me forever, along with your fellow wife when she appears. You will love having sex with me and your fellow wife, as well as with all the slaves, and you will often desire it. You will love your role of Mistress to my slaves and won't find it unusual in the slightest. You won't have the desire to go out in public - my home and its grounds are perfectly good enough for you. Chloë blinked rather slowly as the messages washed over her, then looked up at Michael, love lighting up her beautiful eyes. "Wow, that's so cool! Of course I'll come to your place. Tonight?" "Yeah" - he responded, - "Would 7 PM be alright?" "Sounds great to me!" - Chloë replied. "Shall I pick you up?" - Michael asked. "Sure, why not?" - Chloë said and gave him the address from where to pick her up. They hugged again and went their separate ways.

Later that night, Michael arrived at the address that Chloë had given him, and there she was. She looked absolutely stunning with her low-cut black dress and tightly tied-up hair, almost blinding Michael as he looked up at her from his car.

Michael couldn't believe his luck. They exchanged warm greetings, she got into the car beside Michael and they drove off towards his mansion.

When they got there, Michael took Chloë inside, where an extremely cute table for two had been prepared.

Even though they didn't eat very much, they enjoyed a long, romantic dinner, during which Michael explained his life and all the details and specifics. After the dinner came to an end, Michael reached to his left in the relative darkness, hand outstretched. A neat box was carefully placed into it. Thanks, Natalie - he thought, knowing that this thought would reach her brain. You're very welcome, Master - she thought to herself, knowing he'd read her mind and see it. Michael realized he'd gotten distracted and turned back to Chloë, clutching the box tightly in his hand.

"Chloë,..I know we haven't known each other for very long, but I can feel the emotional bond building between us. What I'm trying to say is…I really love you, Chloë, and I wanted to ask you…will you marry me?" - he finished somewhat nervously, getting on one knee and opening the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

She stared at him and the ring for a few seconds with a shocked look on her face, which made Michael fear that something had gone wrong, but then she practically flew down to the floor with him, knocking the box with the ring out of his hand, and drowned him in a deep, passionate kiss. When she resurfaced, all she could muster was: "Oh Michael…of course I will…"

Upon hearing those words, Michael became certain that he was, in fact, the happiest man on Earth. He smiled at Chloë, who smiled back, picked up the ring, slid it onto her finger, and then dove back towards her for another kiss.

Author's note: Hi everyone! I decided for this one to make a more non-sexually focused chapter for this one before diving into "the good stuff". Did you guys enjoy it? Should I do this again next time? Let me know your opinions in the comments or via DMs. I'm hoping to get back to you guys with the second part of the Chloë story as soon as possible, so look out for that! Happy holidays everyone, cheers!