Stephanie

As I stood there, looking around the room with my lust throbbing through me despite my recent vigorous sex with my Aunt Marcy, I weighed my options. It was hard to make a choice... with seven hot willing women before me, it was a difficult decision who I wanted next but after a few moments contemplation I made my choice.

"Stephanie," I said, choosing my sister Jenny's hot friend, "do you want to give me my birthday present now?"

"Yes. Yes, Phil, I do," Stephanie assured me in that same dreamy voice that all the women except Aunt Marcy spoke in, as I stepped up to the couch, standing in front of her.

"And what is my birthday present, Stephanie?" I asked as I looked the petite blonde over, my desire for her thrumming through me. I had always had a thing for Stephanie, had tried to steal glimpses of her whenever she came over to visit Jenny, there was just something about the combination of nerdiness and hotness that drove me wild.

"Whatever you want," Stephanie told me, looking up at me with her unseeing eyes as her hands began caressing her sides, "What do you want me to do, Phil?"

'God, I love these powers,' I murmured to myself as I watched my sister's hot nerdy friend caress her shapely body, her hands caressing her sides, pushing her baggy t-shirt up to reveal the smooth skin of her toned stomach. "Will you strip for me, Stephanie? Let me see you move that sexy body," I instructed, wanting to see how good Stephanie could dance, the idea of her performing a strip tease sending a thrill down my body.

"Gladly, Phil." Stephanie answered with an eager smile as she stood up off the couch, moving past me into the center of the living room floor. "I'll do whatever you want me to do, master."

"Why'd you call me that, Stephanie?" I asked, curious as she strayed from the dream inspired script. "Why'd you call me your master?"

"Because I am your thrall, Stephanie of the Ventrue clan" She replied as she started slowly swaying to unheard music, her petite busy body moving in a sensuous undulating rhythm. "You have regency over me," she told me as her hands gripped the bottom of her baggy t-shirt, slowly lifting it up as she danced to the music in her head.

"I see," I nodded, taking her seat on the couch as I watched her dance, my mind focusing on why and how she had deviated from the script. It must be because she plays all those role-playing games, I realized, her sub-conscious must have merged her fantasies with my dream. Maybe it's a coping mechanism, her mind's way of dealing with demands that she wouldn't normally do, I thought, having a sudden epiphany about my powers' effect on other people. It did make me wonder what fantasies had been in the minds of my sister Stacy and Selena... but my mind was instantly distracted from that train of thought as Stephanie pulled her t-shirt up over her head, exposing her large breasts in a skimpy black lace bra. "Damn, those are some nice tits," I whistled in awe as I watched my sister's hot friend dance to my command.

"Thank you, Master," Stephanie replies to my compliment, her hands coming up to cup her breasts, lifting them in the black bra as if offering them up to me. "They're yours, they belong to you, all of me belongs to you," she assures me, her fingers toying with her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra before releasing her breasts, her hands dropping down to the waistband of her tight jeans. Her fingers deftly undid the snap of her jeans, sliding her zipper down as her body moved in time to the music in her head, her slender waist and hips gyrating suggestively to the unheard rhythm. I just got a brief glimpse of black panties before Stephanie spun around, turning her back to me as she rolled her shapely ass at me. I didn't know where she learned to dance, where she'd learn to perform a striptease, but she was very good at it! Bending forward slightly, Stephanie suddenly slid her jeans down off of her rounded ass, revealing a small black thong and the smooth pale skin of her ass to me. She quickly pushed her jeans down her slender legs, kicking them off before turning around to face me. "Do you like what you see, Master?" She asked as she swayed to the music in her head, her hands roaming her body, caressing the soft skin of her stomach, her sides, her thighs as she posed for me, displaying her petite shapely body to me.

"Very much, Stephanie," I breathed in appreciation, my eyes traveling up and down her body, enjoying the sensuous way she was moving. I notice a small tattoo just peeking out above the waistband of her panties on her right hip. "What's your tattoo, Stephanie?"

"It's my clan sigil, master," the hot nerd told me, her hips thrusting out at me. "It's the sigil of clan Ventrue," she explained, hooking her finger into her panties, pulling the black lace away to reveal a complicated, Celtic design, and unintentionally treating me to a glimpse of the small patch of blonde hair over her pussy

She really gets into this role-playing thing, I thought to myself, my eyes ravaging her as she danced before me. "Take it all off, my thrall," I instructed her, playing along with her fantasy. "Let your master see what is his," I commanded, beginning to get into the role. Maybe there was something to his live action role playing thing, I thought as I watched Stephanie swiftly push her panties down, turning to display her bare ass to me as her hands move back to unhook her bra. I'd dress up like an Orc or Elf if it got me a girl as hot as she is, I mused as she slipped the thin black straps off her shoulders, dancing for a few moments with her back to me, teasing me before turning around, her hands falling away to reveal her massive perfect tits to me.

"Do you like what you see, Master?" Stephanie asks needlessly as she dances naked before me, her hands caressing her legs, her fingers moving up between her legs, her hips undulating as she strokes herself. Small moans and gasps of pleasure escape her as she moves against her stroking hand.

"Yes, I do, Stephanie," I assure her breathlessly, my cock painfully hard as I watch her play with herself before me. "Come here, my thrall," I commanded, motioning her to come stand between my legs. "Come here and let your master show you how much he likes his thrall," I tell her, still playing to her personal fantasy.

"Yes, Phil," she moans eagerly, moving over to stand in front of me, her fingers still stroking along her wet pussy, her hips bucking against her caressing hand. "What do you wish of me, my master?" She asks in an erotically submissive voice.