The next morning

I woke up the next morning to loud knocking on my door. I looked at my alarm clock to see that it was only 7:10 AM!!! My first class isn't until noon! WTF?! Then I hear Kaitlyn yelling from the other side of my door.

"John! John, are you awake?"

"Ugh... I am now. Come in." I said groggily. My adoptive mother came in wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head. She clearly just got out of the shower and was getting ready to go to work.

"Hey, John. Sorry to wake you up so early, especially after the weekend you had. But I've been called in early for an emergency staff meeting at the elementary school. I need to be there by 8 AM, so I can't give your sisters a ride to school. Would you mind driving them?" She begged me.

This wasn't a very uncommon request. Neither of my sisters have earned their driver's license and the bus to school doesn't come by our neighborhood, which leaves me to be their only ride to school if Kaitlyn can't take them. Obviously I don't mind taking them...but who says I shouldn't get something in return? After all, someone needs to fix my morning wood.

"Sure. I'll take them. But in return..." I activated my ability. "...I'd really like a boob job from you." I said

"Okay, that sounds fair." Kaitlyn said without hesitation. She dropped her robe and tightened the towel on her head. I may have mentioned before, but she aged really well. I can't see any sag in her d-cup breasts, and while her pussy could use some shaving, it looked pretty well taken care of. She was fairly fit and slim for her age, but she had a curviness to her ass that neither of her daughters could compete with. She started crawling onto my bed and peeling off my covers to reveal my stiff dick. I decided to start sleeping in the nude so that I wouldn't have to waste time in situations like this by dealing with clothes.

She easily wrapped her breasts around my cock and starting using her hands to move her breasts up and down my shaft. I'd never had a boob job before, I'd never dated a girl with boobs big enough to try it, but I'd always imagined them to feel better than this. It honestly didn't feel much better than a handjob in my opinion, but it was still fun to watch her do it and think it's perfectly normal.

"Use your mouth to stimulate the head of my dick. This is too plain otherwise. Also, when I get ready to cum, I'm going to tap you on your head, when I do I want you to take the entire length into your mouth and swallow my jizz." I said, looking down at her.

"Okay, if that'll help." She replied. She started catching the tip of my cock in her mouth whenever her breasts went down and wow did that make a difference. That tiny bit of extra stimulation made a boring experience into something I could definitely get behind. As she started getting into the rhythm of bouncing her tits and sucking my dick, I decided it would probably be best if I programmed her a little bit.

"Okay Kaitlyn, from now on, I am the authority of the house, after all I am the only man in the house. So from now on, you and the girls should always do what I say, regardless of what it is. If I order you to blow me at the dinner table, your only question should be whether or not to have your clothes on while you do it. Anything I tell you to do is perfectly reasonable, same with the girls. If you see me plowing into Taylor while Ashlyn is sucking on her tits, all you should think is that it's good that you're children are getting along. Also, if I am doing something to someone and they don't seem to be okay with it, then you will ignore their protests and accept that anything I do is perfectly normal and reasonable. Do you understand?"

"Yes... that makes perfect sense..." She said while taking a break from sucking the tip of my dick. Then she continued to suck and bounce her boobs. After a couple more mins I tapped her on the head to signal that I was ready to blow. It wasn't a particularly strong orgasm, but it would hold me over for a little while. I then awoke her from the mind control and allowed her to continue getting ready for work.

They say absolute power corrupts absolutely, well you know what? I'm perfectly fine with that.

"Taylor! Ashlyn! Come on! You're going to be late for school!" I yelled from the front door. Why do women always take so long to get ready? It's not like the girls got a late start either. They usually wake up at 6 Am and they don't have to be at school until 8:30 AM. And yet somehow I, who got up at 7:10 AM and got a relatively slow boob job, am somehow ready and at the door before either of them.

"Coming!" They both yelled in unison from somewhere else in the house. 'One of you probably will be by the time we get to school...' I thought to myself. Taylor came down first. She was wearing a light blue t-shirt and a green skirt that went down to her knees. Ashlyn followed her and arrived wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. They had both completely done their makeup and styled their hair.

"Alright, let's get going or else we'll be late." I held the door for them, Ashlyn went through first then Taylor followed her. For a split second I took control of Taylor's mind and whispered in her ear "You're going to sit in the front passenger seat, when you get there, take off your panties but leave your skirt on." Then I woke her up. She continued walking as if nothing had happened. I made my way to the driver side door of the car in the driveway, while Ashlyn got in the backseat and Taylor got in the passenger seat. I watched as Taylor followed my instructions and removed her panties from under her skirt, and then sat back up in the seat like everything was fine.

We took off out of the driveway, then right as we approached a stop sign I looked over at Taylor again, who was staring out the window, clearly daydreaming about random stuff, trying to pass the time until we get to school. Well, I need to pass the time too. I momentarily took control of her again.

"For the rest of the ride, you will not think anything I do is unusual. No matter what I do, you will not protest and will see it as perfectly normal." I then released her once again.

We started moving again from the stop sign, and I slipped one hand under taylor's skirt. I started to massage her inner thighs and feel up her legs. They were so smooth and well groomed that I couldn't help but pet them for a couple seconds. Then I started moving my hand up to where her legs met and I could feel the folds of her pussy. I slowly played with the outer lips and felt them slowly get more and more moist. I traced the folds to the top of her pussy and the mass of her clit. I then began to play with it directly by rubbing my fingers around it and pinching it a little bit. At this point I could see that Taylor was getting visibly turned on. Her breath was quickening and her face was flushed. Ashlyn in the back of the car didn't seem to care at all, she clearly saw what was happening but she acted as if it was as common as a simple conversation. Good thing I planted those suggestions in her.

I continued to rub and pinch Taylor's clit and felt her shudder a few times. Then I decided to really get her going by sticking a finger inside of her and she audibly moaned. It was so much fun to play with my little toys like this. Huh, I realized that's what they were to me now. My toys. Not that I didn't still care about them and their mother, of course I did. But, with this power that I now possessed, they and every other woman in the world were putty in my hands, and I loved it. Like I said, they were my toys. One other part of that statement that I realized mattered a lot to me, was that they were MY toys. Mine. No one else's.

"Taylor," I said, getting her attention. "Look into my eyes, deeply. My eyes are the only thing that you can see right now. My eyes are your entire world. All you can see are my eyes, all you can hear is my voice. Listen as my voice replaces your own thoughts. You're body is mine and mine alone. You are not to have sex or go on dates with anyone other than me, unless I explicitly tell you to. Your pussy is mine. Your ass is mine. Your tits are mine. Your mouth is mine. You may not recognize this consciously, but you know it to be true. From now on, if you are masturbating or getting horny, the only thing you can think about is me. I am your owner, I am your master. And from now on, you will call me master. You will still act like yourself, you will still not realize that I am using you for my pleasure unless I allow you to notice it. But when we are in private or when we are home, you will refer to me as your master. Is all that understood?"

"Yes..." She said, dreamily.

"Yes, what?" I asked.

"Yes, master. My body is yours and yours alone. I will not have sex or date anyone else. My pussy, ass, tits, and mouth are all yours to use as you please. Whenever I am horny or I masturbate, I will only picture my master. I will not consciously know any of this or realize that I am a tool for your pleasure until you allow me to. I will act like myself, but in private I will call you master." She said, obediently.

Now that gave me a raging hard on. We reached the school, I parked at the very edge of the lot where no one ever parks because it's too much of a walk. Taylor was visibly exhausted and horny. I had essentially been fingering her for about 30 mins straight, and she couldn't do anything about it. Now we were both worked up, and I had a solution for both of us.

"Good. Now, we have about 20 mins until your first class." I said as I got out of the car and walked around to Taylor's door. "Get out of the car and bend over the seat." I ordered her.

"Yes, master." She mumbled, still entranced.

"Hey, Ashlyn, why don't you come over here and do the same thing, but bend over the back seat of the car?" I said to Ashlyn, who still hadn't said or done anything since the ride started. Ordering her not to think of me having sex with random women was perfectly normal was apparently a very good idea. I might have to cancel that order some day just to see her reaction to me screwing her sister right in front of her.

"Yes, sir. Whatever you want." She got out of the car, slipped her pants and panties down just enough so her full ass and pussy were exposed, then got in the same position as Taylor.

"Good, now both of you need to remain quiet so that we don't attract any attention."

I jammed my cock straight into Taylor's tight pussy and began to quickly start pistoning in and out of her. I will never get tired of her incredibly tight body. I'll probably have to try that ass pretty soon, but all in due time.

I pulled out of taylor, and now that my cock was lubed up with her juices, I jammed myself into Ashlyn's pussy. I thought that because she hadn't been involved in any of the front seat fun, that she would be dry. But apparently watching me finger Taylor had moistened Ashlyn up pretty well. I started pumping in and out of her and felt her pussy spasm, indicating that she just came. I don't think I've felt Taylor cum yet, so I pulled out of Ashlyn, and whimpered a slight complaint at that.

I shoved myself back into Taylor and started rocking my hips for the final lap. I felt myself getting close to cumming and had a very entertaining idea. I started pounding her pussy harder and harder and exploded deep inside her. I whispered right into her ear "I want you to keep your pussy tight all day so that you don't leak out any of my cum. You will do your best to keep it where it is. Also, you're going to forget that you don't have any panties on and you will not realize it no matter what, even if someone points it out to you. Understood?"

"Understood master." She said. I ordered her to stand up straight, then I told Ashlyn to make herself presentable. After they had both done that, I released Taylor from my control and rushed them off to class. Looking at my watch, it was only 8:40. I then glanced in the direction that Ashlyn and Taylor had run off to, the massive high school. A building full of young girls who I can **** all I want. Hehehe...

As I walked into the school, I was flagged down by the old hag who was manning the front desk. I remembered her from when I went to this school. Her name was Mrs. Grich, but people always called her Mrs. Grinch because of her sour attitude.

"John Smith, I just saw your sisters pass through here. Why are you back?" She asked accusingly. You could say that she and I had a "hate-hate" relationship. Aside from her, there was no one else in the office, this is way too easy.

"I'm here to fuck a few of the young, pretty girls in this school. That's okay right?" I said, while exerting my control.

"Well, of course it is. I was asking why you are at the front desk and not browsing the halls for the next pussy your going to pound?" She said seriously. I laughed out loud and she looked at me like I was crazy. Holly shit I love this power. I didn't say anything else to her and continued out of the office and into one of the many large hallways of the school. Classes start in 5 mins, so the halls are pretty much empty except for the few students who got in late and were still at their lockers, trying to rush so that they got to class on time.

As I turned a corner, I saw one of those very students putting stuff in and taking stuff out of her locker. This is the hallway with only senior lockers, so I knew she was 18. She was a mousy little girl. A little pale, straight blonde hair, flat chested, nice ass, pretty face, and pretty short. Probably around 5 foot 2. Target acquired.

"Excuse me, young miss." I said politely, approaching her.

"Huh? I'm sorry, I can't really talk right now. I'm late for class." She said, sounding panicked. She was honestly really cute.

"Don't worry about that." I said.

"What do you mean don't....worry...about..." She trailed off as she looked into my eyes. She stopped messing with her books, and dropped the backpack that she had been carrying.

"You're not going to be late for class." I said.

"I'm not going... to be late.... for class..." She repeated, her gaze transfixed on my eyes.

"Don't worry about class."

"Don't...worry... about... class..."

"All you have to worry about is obeying me."

"All I should worry about.... is obeying... you..."

"That's right. Don't think. Just obey."

"Don't....think...just...obey..."

"Good girl. Now, be a good little **** and suck my cock." I said smirking.

"Good...little...****...suck...cock..."

I unzipped my pants and fished out my cock. She dropped to her knees and slowly took it into her mouth. While still staring into my eyes, she began to suck while moving her head back and forth. It was such a turn on to have this girl, whose name I don't know, obediently doing what I tell her to in the middle of a public school hallway. She kept going back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. She tried to throw her tongue into the mix, but she clearly had never done this before, so most of the source of my hardon was simply from the situation, not her actual skill. But, there's something that we can do that doesn't require any skill on her part at all.

"Okay stop." I ordered. She stopped.

"Take off your pants and panties. Then lean your back against the lockers."

"Take off...pants and panties...lean back....against lockers..." She once again repeated. She removed her lower body clothing and I liked what I saw. Completely shaved and clearly wet. I picked a good first target from this school. She leaned against the lockers, still staring into my eyes.

"Good girl." I said. I approached her, lifted up one of her legs and rubbed my dick against her pussy to feel how lubricated she already was, and even though her face showed no emotion, she was pretty seriously worked up. I thrusted into her hard. I started thrusting into a good rhythm, which was accentuated by the sound of her back hitting the lockers with every thrust.

"Damn, you feel good. Have you had sex before?" I asked.

"Sex...before...once..." She said.

"Once huh? What a waste of a damn good pussy. Okay, here's the deal. Once I'm done with you, you're going to plug your phone number into my cell. Whenever I text you, you will respond ASAP, and if it's an order, you will obey it without question. Also, if you ever see me again, you will approach me and introduce yourself by saying 'hello master, my name is ****, followed by your name. Is there anything I can do for you?' If I say yes, then you will do whatever I ask without hesitation. From now on, you are one of my secret slaves. You know this for a fact. So you will refer to me as your master. You are also forbidden from having sex or dating anyone else. I want this pussy to myself. Do you understand?"

"...I...understand...master..." she mumbled as I continued to thrust in and out of her. After a few more pumps I unloaded myself inside of her. Then I awoke her from her trance.

She glanced down at herself, and instantly began to freak out. "Whoa, what the hell? Why are my pants and panties off? Is that cum leaking out of me?! I'm going to kill whoev-- Hello master, my name is **** Carly. Is there anything I can do for you?" She said. When her programming kicked in, she went from panic to complete obedience in an instant.

"No, thanks though. Go ahead and put your phone number into my cell. Then get your stuff, put your clothes back on, and get to class. When your teacher asks you why you were late, just say that you had a stomach bug or something."

"Yes, master, as you wish." She did as I said then skipped off to class, completely forgetting about being infuriated just moments ago.

Now, who's next?