That is my wife!

Day 10: 1454 slaves

If you, in some alternate universe, are ever trying to recruit a secret **** army to take over the world, I do recommend college towns. There's a lot of talented people, and those people are often weird enough and introverted enough that they can disappear for a long time before anybody starts to ask where they went. Take my first wife, Sandra.

I had just moved in to the mansion two days before. I was sitting at the dining table, working through which properties to buy to house my growing retinue. Linette, who was acting as my assistant that day, poked her head in. "The wife candidate is here, sir."

"Well then, bring her in!"

Linette returned a moment later with a medium height, thinnish 30-something, strawberry blonde pulled into a ponytail. "Ah, Sandra, hello. So the reason I called you here is that I want a close companion and I am interviewing you for the role. I order you to be completely indifferent to whether I pick you or not. I want you to be candid and forthright and tell me anything useful. I know you are from England and are a professor in the business school. Now tell me the rest. What are your obligations from week to week? Also, sit down, I don't like you looming."

She plunged into the offered chair.

"Well sir, yes, I teach business organization. I'm up for tenure next year and am on sabbatical this semester, so I don't have to teach. I don't have any work obligations; I'm supposed to be writing a book but that's at my own pace. I have a boyfriend and I need to do my half of the house work, but he signed his contract the same time as me and won't miss me if you tell him not to. He's an ER doctor."

Her accent was delicious. I wanted this woman. I wanted her even if she didn't work out as wife.

"Linette, can you tell Sandra's boyfriend to come by? I believe he is contract number 1245, Michael Jones." (Super intelligence does have its uses!)

I turned back to my guest. "Now Sandra, I think it's time I told you a bit more about my powers and plans and asked your evaluation. This is all secret; unless I countermand this instruction, you won't tell anybody about them and in fact will forget it, and even forget you ever knew it."

I then launched into a short summary of my demonic bargain, powers, and goal of world domination.

She paused. "Gosh, that's a lot. I think I could help. You have a big organizational problem and I'm used to thinking about those. Also you mentioned a hive mind power and it seems like you aren't really using that?"

"Yah," I acknowledged, "I mean to experiment with it and figure out the strengths and weaknesses but there's too much to do and that hasn't reached the top of the list yet. Do you think you could do it well?"

"Yes," she said, and her enthusiasm and confidence convinced me.

I beckoned her over, and put my hands on her shoulders. This might not be my most drastic alteration but it was surely going to be among the most careful work. Three parts. The verbal commands, the mind alteration, the body reshaping.

"Now, Sandra. You are loyal to me and only to me. You want me to rule the world, you wish me happy and secure. It pleases you to see me sexually satisfied, either by you or by others. You care nothing about your personal success, you no longer care at all about family, friends or lovers. You are mine, utterly mine. You care for yourself only to the extent it helps me and my goals. You like the idea of being remade by me, of being my instrument. And you like the idea of me controlling, manipulating and altering others. You are pleased to see me powerful and to see me use my powers. You will be a horny thing. You like sex, you like sex with women, and you especially like having sex with my women to entertain me. But of course you like sex with me best of all, and whenever we fuck, you will feel like you are achieving your purpose, and that thought will make you come." As I gave her these orders, I was also rewriting her personality to reinforce them.

She gasped and trembled against me. It was time to move on to her body. I closed my eyes, and imagined an archetype I could fit her into. Her hair went from strawberry to a lush bright red, cascading down past her shoulders. Her breasts and hips filled out. Her muscles were now perfectly toned, her skin flawless. I made some subtle changes to her face; she was previously cute, now she was stunning.

I very much wanted to fuck my creation. But the time wasn't quite right; I needed to see about her partner before we could disappear to a bedroom. I spent a few minutes showing her around and introducing her to the staff.

Presently, the partner arrived. The necessary steps were quick and easy. I ordered him to forget all his feelings for Sandra and that he was happy with her becoming mine. I decided to make it up to him by detaching Linette, and making her his new partner. An ER doctor was a handy sort of person to have around, so I wasn't going to just let him drop. I told the two of them to bring over Sandra's things, and then quick as that, we were done.

I had my first wife, just the way I wanted her. She was gorgeous, she was eager, and it was time to fuck our brains out. But before I could make a move, she put her face up to my ear, gave a little lick, and whispered "so, my lord, do you want to take me, or would you like to lay back and let me please you?"