Setting a trap

Jessie pointed to the area just behind the door before responding, "Like, who would I even talk to, Evie?" When I didn't move fast enough for her preferences, Jessie gestured more aggressively to the spot she had indicated. I picked up my pace and reached it just before the tall blonde from earlier stepped through the doorway.

"Are you sure? Cuz I swear you were-"

"Do it now, gawd," Jessie interupted her, looking straight at me.

"What? I don't- oh!" The blonde, Evie, reacted with a jump scare when I shot my arm out and grabbed her. I was able to keep my grip despite her abrupt movements. "Who? What? Jessie you absolute idiot," she started to swear at the blonde but I cut her off with the magic words I had practiced in front of the mirror for just such an occasion.

"You're mine now, I claim you." Was that the right order? I felt like maybe that was backwards. I was about to try it again when I noticed Evie's blank expression.

Jessie clapped her hands lightly and giggled. "Hee hee! Oh so good. Who's the dumb one now, bitch?"

Evie looked at me with newly gained devotion. "Uh, hi," she blushed. "I guess you own me now? I'm Evie."

"I'm Rickie," I said. It was a little awkward now, what with this girl I'd never met but now owned staring at me like I was supposed to do something.

"Make her call you master," Jessie interjected.

Evie glared at her teammate, and Jessie grinned smugly back. "I dunno, I think Rickie is fine," I tried to break the tension. Now Jessie was glaring at me and Evie was smiling in gratitude.

"Fine, whatevs," the brunette conceded, though she didn't sound happy about it. "But tell her she has to obey me, too." I sighed, but Jessie persisted. "That was the deal," she said pointedly.

"Yeah, yeah," I grunted. I wasn't sure how long this deal was going to last, but at the moment I had a lovely blonde girl clinging to me and the press of her breasts against my arm was very distracting. "Evie, I want you to obey everything Jessie says." The blonde looked at me with concern.

"I- I-" she seemed to be struggling to process what I had told her.

Maybe it was an issue with the wording? I tried to clarify. "Unless it conflicts with a direct order from me."

Relief washed over Evie's cute features as the threat of paradoxes disappeared from whatever programming had taken over her brain when I claimed her.

"Hey!" objected Jessie.

I shrugged. "I don't think it would work otherwise."

The brunette crossed her arms but didn't push back. Instead she stared straight at Evie and gave her first order. "You will address me as mistress, and your owner as master at all times."

I grimaced, but Evie dropped her gaze and muttered, "Yes mistress."