You need to explain to Tracey how you dealt with her mom, preferably without referring to mind-bending magic. (Because an unwitting Tracey could be fun)

You’re feeling pretty good as you bike back to your house. You kept Tracey out of a mental institution and ended up with hot MILF as a second **** in the bargain. Even better, with Tracey’s mom enslaved, you can get together with them at their house anytime, so you won’t have to sneak around and only fuck Tracey when Abbie and mom aren’t home.

It will be interesting to see how Tracey will react when you make it clear you’re going to be keeping her mom as a ****, too. If Ellie’s reaction was anything to go by, Tracey won’t be able to object to you fucking her mom. But you really would be into a threesome with a mother and daughter matched set of slaves, and you have no idea how they will deal with that. You decide it might be best to ease them towards something like that, bit by bit.

When you think about easing her into things, you realize that Tracey is going to wonder what caused her mom’s dramatic overnight change of heart. You should have told Ellie to ease up a bit, but still act like she was against you collaring her daughter. You need to tell Tracey that you took care of it, and straightened her mom out.

When you get home, you text Tracey: ‘i talked to your mom this morning. got her to see our side of things. i think it should all be ok. Text me if you need any help talking to her.’’

Abbie isn’t awake yet, so you jump in the shower before she gets up. She bangs on the bathroom door as you’re scrubbing. “Don’t take all day in there jerking off. I’ve got to get to an early final.”

“Be right out.” You call over the sound of running water. You finish rinsing off as quickly as you can, towel dry in a hurry. Your sister is waiting in the hall in her bathrobe when you step out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around your waist, still dripping a little.

“All yours, sis.” You smile at her, and sweep your hand towards the door.

She smirks. “Thanks for not taking forever today. I know how much you enjoy your ‘alone time’,” she snickers.

“Not as much since I met Tracey.” You grin at her.

“Oh right… My little brother’s growing up.” she smiles. “You’ve actually somehow convinced a girl to let you touch her. Now all I have to tease you about is how scrawny you are.” She pokes your bare chest with her finger, then winks at you as she closes the bathroom door. “Maybe do a pushup or two once in a while, beanpole. Your girlfriend will appreciate it.”

When you get back to your room, you see Tracey has texted back: ‘mom’s being great this morning. you really got her to come around. Amazing.’

When you get to school, Tracey finds you at your locker. She smiles wide when she sees you, runs up, and kisses you. “You’re the best. But… what did you say to my mom?” she asks.

There are lots of other students milling around the lockers. It’s not a great place for the kind of privacy you want for this conversation. You lean down to say softly in her ear. “I’ll talk to you about it at lunch, babe. Let’s eat out in the field, so we can keep things to ourselves.”

She looks at you curiously, but she nods. “OK… I’ll see you at lunch.” She heads off towards her first class, looking back at you one last time, with a quizzical look on her face. You smile back at her. That went ok. More privacy is better for what you’re going to be telling her. Plus, you’ll get all morning to polish it up this way

When lunchtime arrives, you grab some food and head outside. You see your pretty blonde **** sitting in the bleachers by the baseball field. There are a few other small groups eating outside, and a few kids throwing a frisbee around. You sit next to her. You’re a little nervous about her having caught on that you did something to her mother. “So… everything worked out, didn’t it? Since you’re here, it looks like your mom didn’t have you evaluated and committed.” You smile.

Tracey nods and leans over to kiss your cheek. “Thank you so much. I was really scared she was going to have me locked away for weeks, and I wouldn’t be able to be with you.” She sits back and looks at you. “But… how did you do it? Mom was ready to lock me up in a rubber room and **** you last night. How did you even get her to open the door and talk to you? And what was the deal with you needing her hair?””

All good lies have an element of truth. “I didn’t knock. I broke into your house.” You tell her. “That way, I caught her off guard, and she had to talk to me.”

Tracey’s eyes go wide at that.

“I knew I had to do something big to help you out, babe,” you explain. “I had to get, well, very firm with your mom. She was ready to call the cops. So… I blackmailed her. Told her I knew about what your dad had done to you. That I’d tell everyone. I’d tell it so it sounded like she was the one that kept you from reporting it, because she didn’t want the scandal and public shame.”

Tracey’s hand covers her mouth. “Oh god. That’s so… cruel… manipulative.”

You nod. “It was all I could think of to get her to not dial 911. I wouldn’t really do it, of course, but she had to believe I would.” You take in a deep breath, from the expression on her face, you think she’s buying it.

“But the hair?” she asks, sounding a little confused.

“Oh! Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I had a half-baked idea last night. I wasn’t thinking straight, thought I would have to plant evidence somewhere for the **** to work. It was late. I was panicking a little. This morning, I realized I didn’t need it. Didn't even know what I could have done with it.” you shrug and grin sheepishly.

“Anyway, once she put the phone down, I explained that we were together and she could accept that or lose you. That she supported you when you came out as gay, and she should support you now, even though you want a… less conventional relationship.” You chuckle and raise her hand to your lips to kiss it.

Tracey frowns “I can’t believe that would change mom’s mind so quickly. She was about to explode last night. I had to beg on my knees and cry for a week to keep her from turning my dad in.”

You nod. “I didn’t say it was easy. Like I said, I had to… get firm with her. I think she responds better to being told how things are going to be, than being begged.” You lean in and whisper in Tracey’s ear. “Kind of like her daughter.” Then you drag the tip of your tongue around the rim of her earlobe. She shudders and squeals.

When she looks at you, her face is flushed and she’s breathing hard. “Oh god. Mom was… almost docile this morning. And she pretended not to know your name, after she was screaming it last night when she read it on the tag.” Her voice falters. “She was covering something up. Did you… treat her like… like you treated me?”

“Are you asking if I put your mom on her knees and fucked her?” you ask, with a tone of confidence in your voice.

In a timid voice she says, “You could have. There’s something about you. Any woman would…” she trails off.

“Do you really want to know if I did? Tell me the truth.” you press her.

She looks confused and troubled. She fights to get the words out, “I… want to know that if you did, you liked it.” She shakes her head, her eyes down. “I’m so fucked up. All I care about is whether treating my mom like a whore satisfied you. Maybe I should have let her take me to get a psych evaluation?”

“No. No psychiatrists for you,” you tell her firmly. “You know what you want, and it makes you happy. You just need to accept that what you want isn’t exactly acceptable to society, and reject what society tells you you should want. You should know that by now.”

She nods, and looks a little calmer.

“Since you said you want to know; I’ll tell you. It was satisfying. I was upset with her for threatening to take you away from me. So it was an angry fuck.” You smirk. “Your mother was docile this morning. That’s because I put her in her place properly. She was covering up. I told her not to tell you anything about us, because I should be the one to tell you. And now that she knows how things are between us and isn’t going to be a problem anymore, you can call me Master again. Unless other people besides her are around.”

You slide your hand behind her neck and pull her to you for a long, deep, hard kiss.

When you break off the kiss, she just whispers, “I’m glad you liked it, Master.”