[The Good Guy] Control.

You wake up to the sun pouring in your bedroom window. You stretch out and find your bed empty. For a moment you think your memory of yesterday was just a dream, it’s too crazy to be real. Maisie telling you about her curse, the fear, crying, the things you did with her. . . For fuck's sake, you showered together.

You get up, you have to be sure. You throw on a pair of boxers and leave your bedroom, running straight into the sound of sizzling from the kitchen and the smell of Bacon hitting your nose.

“You want a breakfast sandwich babe?” You hear Maisie ask.

“Shit.” You say as you walk out to see Maisie standing in your tiny kitchen area, wearing nothing but an apron and a pair of panties.

“You okay?” She asks, chuckling.

“Yeah.” You manage to say, half awake and nearly convinced that you’ve gone crazy. You can’t believe she’s here, that this is really happening. But apparently yesterday really happened.

She turns back to the stove. “Damn.” You say out loud as you watch her move, the girl of your dreams, dressed like that, in your kitchen.

“You like what you see, babe?” She says as she wiggles her ass at you.

Slightly more awake you adjust your suddenly hard cock in your boxers as you walk out to the kitchen. You still can’t really believe this is real. The smell of bacon and the sight of Maisie taking things off the stove cuts through the early morning haze and you head in to sit at the kitchen table.

“You made me breakfast?” You ask.

“Yeah, cleaned up the living room too. You slept in.” She says, setting a plate down in front of you.

“Thanks, you didn’t need to do all this.” You say as you pick up the sandwich, a fried egg, cheese and bacon on a half-stale hamburger bun.

“It’s the best I could do with what you have. If I’m gonna live here we’ll need better groceries.”

You cough, spitting out your bite of sandwich. Cough again, you nearly choked.

“You okay babe?” she asks as she moves to you, concerned.

“Shit!” you say when you are able to breathe without coughing. “Living here?”

“Yeah, I mean, I assumed you’d want me to live with you.” She says nervously. “If you don’t want me around. . .”

“No!” You cut her off, “No, I want that, believe me, I want it.” You'd thought about Maisie moving in, assumed it would happen, but hearing her say it. . .

“Okay.” She says smiling. “We’ll need to go get some clothes from my house, unless you want me naked all the time.”

“Fuck, Maisie, what is this?” You ask, overwhelmed. She was doing so much, this wasn't like her.

“Shit, I forgot, I was gonna blow you while you ate.” She unties the apron, revealing her bare chest and stomach.

You freeze as she kneels beside you. You can’t do more than stare at her incredible body while Maisie grabs your crotch and fishes your dick out of the front of your boxers.

“Maisie I. . .” You start to speak but are cut off by the feeling of her soft, hot and wet mouth wrap around the tip of your dick.

“Maisie what are you, Oh God.” She licks the underside of your shaft before taking your entire length inside her mouth. “Fuck, Maisie.” You cry as you cum. Maisie gags a bit as she is caught off guard. She takes your entire load inside her mouth, then swallows it and kisses the head of your dick.

“Someone was excited to see me.” She says as she smiles at you.

“That was. . . fuck that was amazing Maisie.” You manage to say.

She smiles mischieviously at you. “Are you going to eat your breakfast?” she asks.

“Fuck.” You say, still coming down from how quick and intense your orgasm was.

Maise leans on the table and looks at you.

“Maisie, what is all this?” You ask when you pull yourself together.

“You don’t like it?” she asks.

“No, I love it, it’s just, you are doing a lot.”

Her face gets serious. “I’m sorry about,” she pauses choosing her words, “about how last night went.”

“It’s okay Maisie.”

“No it isn’t, you are just being good about it. This is me being good back to you. I need us to work, I don’t want you to feel like you need to change me.” She wipes her eyes and turns away from you.

You are taken aback. She’s back to worried about you using the curse on her. “Maisie, I told you I won’t do that.”

“I know, and I know you mean it. I just, I just want you to be happy with that, I don’t want you to regret it or change your mind.” She’s moved behind you and is rubbing your shoulders.

You don’t know how to respond to that so you take a bite of your breakfast sandwich. The egg is a bit overcooked, the bacon is a bit undercooked and you would have toasted the bun, but it is edible. You chuckle to yourself. Maisie isn’t really cut out to be a housewife.

“Fuck.” You say out loud, you hadn’t thought about it, but is Maisie going to want to marry you? She’s already talking about moving in, this is all so fast.

“It’s that bad!” she blurts out, gripping your shoulders nervously, thinking you are reacting to her cooking.

“No, sorry, it’s good, I just thought of something.”

“Really?” She replies, not believing you.

“Maisie, this is all so fast.” You start, unloading your feelings. “Yesterday I picked up my life-long crush who viewed me as her safe platonic friend, and now? I mean, you sucked my dick, washed me in the shower, slept naked in my bed. You make me breakfast and you’re talking about moving in. It’s just a lot to handle, and that doesn’t even touch the whole curse and master stuff.”

She steps back. “I’m sorry, babe. I know it isn’t fair. I've had years and years to prepare for this, but you just found out yesterday.”

“God, Maisie, don’t feel bad, I’m not the one on the bad end of the curse.” You get off the stool, put your hands on her shoulders. “This isn’t bad for me, it’s amazing, it’s just a lot.”

She grabs you, pulls in to hug you, her breasts pushing into you, your dick starts getting hard again. “I was so worried you would change as soon as I told you. That you'd change me, that I’d cease to be me. I’d was scared I'd end up just end up a mindless whore like my Aunt. This is so much better than I thought it would be, like, too good to be true, you know?. I’m just scared I’ll mess it up.”

“So you are serving me so I won’t be tempted to make you my ****? Maisie, I won’t do that, I love you.”

“But I don’t, but I can’t. . .” She starts, unable to say more.

“I can work on that, I can work out, get in better shape, dress better.”

“You shouldn’t have to.” She says.

“You know it’s crazy, you are the victim of the curse but I could make you taller or stronger, give you giant tits, while I’m your master and I can’t do anything about myself.”

“You are good to me, that means more than any of that. And we can still have fun, and I’ll do anything you want, we can just get some lube and you can fuck me as much as you want.”

Her saying that doesn’t make it better, in fact it fucking hurts. She is with you because of the curse, because you are her master, and you will always know that. The strangest thing is it makes you feel angry at her for something that she can’t control. You want to make Maisie happy, the happiest fucking woman in the world, but you aren’t good looking, you aren’t strong or athletic, you don’t even have money. That triggers your thoughts from last night, your idea to fix some of the problems.

“Maisie, you’ve always loved casinos, right?”

“Yeah, you know that." She says, taken aback by the change of topic.

“You like gambling?”

“I’m no good at it, but I like it. I love playing cards with the guys.” She smiles at the memory. “especially when I’m wearing something sexy. I love being in the middle of all that tension and the guys trying not to be distracted, it’s fun.”

“Maisie, you are a fantastic poker player. You read other people incredibly well, and you can keep track of all the cards you see and calculate odds instantly, and no one can read your expressions when you play.”

“What? Babe, What?” She shrieks, moving toward you.

“I’m not finished.” You say, holding up your hand to ward her off. “I don’t know if this is too far to work, but Maisie, you are luckier than other people. You get better hands dealt to you and win more often at games of chance. Not so much that it is obvious, but enough that you win a lot.”

“Oh my God, Babe!” She shouts as she jumps on you and tries to kiss you. The **** of her knocks you backwards, you lose your balance and both of you fall to the floor.

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry,” she apologizes, ”I’m used to. . . I’m so sorry.” She says as she picks your head up off the floor and lays it in her lap.

You rub the back of your head as the stars you are seeing dissipate and her words hit you, she always dated taller, muscular guys, she thought you could catch her.

“No, I’m sorry, Maisie.” If you were bigger, stronger, you would have caught her and been making out, shit if you were taller and stronger you’d probably be pinning her against the wall right now to fuck her instead of her holding your head in her lap and apologizing to you.

She kisses you. “I can’t believe you.” She keeps kissing you, your cheek, your forehead. “We’re going to Vegas!” I’m gonna win money and buy gorgeous dresses and strip out of them for you.”

You smile, you are glad she is happy about your command, but you can’t help but wish you could do something similar to yourself.

“I just wish I could make myself someone better for you.”

“What?”

“Someone taller, stronger, more attractive.”

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry. You're perfect the way you are, really, I'm the problem.” Again she apologizes for her lack of attraction to you.

“If only there was a way to change me.” You think out loud.

“Don’t say that.” Maisie says. “It never works.”

“What never works?” You ask, wondering what she could be referring to.

“Changing a master, it goes bad. Like, really bad.”

“I thought it couldn’t change things other that you.”

“Well yeah.” She answers, “The curse only affects those that are part of it, the women in my family, and their masters.”

“So how do I do it?”

“Babe, no.” She says, “I’m serious.”

“Maisie, you will tell me.” You command.

“You give me control over you.” She blurts out then immediately her eyes get wide. “Babe, no. Don’t do it.”

“Why not?” You ask.

“That kind of power over each other, it can’t work. It goes horribly wrong every time.”

“How would it go wrong?”

She sighs. “We would hurt each other. Yesterday you commanded me to stay. I hated you for it at the time, but we moved through it and it was for the best. Imagine if I had power over you in that moment, I would have retaliated, done something mean to you simply because I was upset that you used the curse to stop me. Then you would be hurt and retaliate and our lives would be ruined very quickly.”

“This has happened before?” You ask.

“Yes.” Her face is serious, her voice soft and nervous as she continues. “The most recent time, when they were found. . . Oh babe, the things they had done to each other, neither of them could talk, both of them alive but neither of them able to undo it all. Please, don’t give me the ability to hurt you, to ruin us like that. You can order me to find you attractive, I’d rather you change me like that than risk us hurting each other.”

“But Maisie, you know the danger, and we don’t need it to be for long. I give you the power, you use it to make me look like you want me to look, and then I take the power back.”

“Could you?” She asks. “I didn’t think of that, we can’t break the curse, so I couldn’t take the power from you, but you should be able to take back giving it to me.”

“And anything I don’t like I can just tell you to undo.” You say.

“Babe, I still don’t think it is smart.”

You understand her fears, but you trust Maisie. She has embraced the idea of you being together. So the chance to have her look at you, to want you, her, not the curse? It’s too much for you to resist.

“Maisie, you have the power to control me like I control you.” You command.

“Babe, shit, oh God, babe, I . . .” Maisie stands and stares at you wide eyed as she stammers.

“Just do it Maisie, make me the man of your dreams.”

She runs to you, hugs you tight. “Oh babe, you really trust me, you really want this.”

You hold her, touch her hair gently. “I really do Maisie.”

“You look like my exact type, muscular, tall, strong cheekbones, nice facial hair, a big dick.” She says it softly, clutching on to you as you feel yourself grow, as you change. Maisie’s head drops to the middle of your chest as you grow taller, your soft, slightly flabby stomach flattens and you can feel your strength when you tense the muscles.

“Oh babe.” Maisie says as she cries, she reaches for your crotch, when her hand grabs your dick you notice it covers significantly less of your shaft than it did earlier today.

“You have incredible stamina in bed, and you know just how to fuck me.” She continues as she starts to stroke you. She pauses to kiss your chest. “You will stay with me, love me, protect me. . .” She kissed your chest some more as she starts to grind her body against yours. She’s still talking but you don’t mind, she isn’t saying anything you don’t like and you can always command her to undo it if she says something careless.

“. . . and you’ll never get hurt trying to protect me.” What was that? “My knight, my hero.” She’s rubbing her crotch on your leg, you can feel her heat. She’s starting to ramble now, and you decide it’s time to stop her.

“Maisie, I think we should stop here.” You say.

She exhales and inhales sharply, then blurts out – “And you’ll never speak again.” She clings to you tightly as you realize what she has said. You try to speak, to ask her why, to tell her to undo it, but you can’t, nothing comes out.

“I did it Grannie, Oh God, I did it.” She’s hyperventilating, but she’s still clinging to your chest. Realizing she has betrayed you, that she had set you up, you grab her shoulders, your anger building inside you as you push her away from you.

“And you are alright with all of this.” She says quickly. Your anger dissipates as quickly as it arose. Your grip loosens. She pulls you to her quickly, burying her face in your chest again.

“I’m so sorry, babe.” She whispers into your skin as you feel her tears on your chest. “Thank you, oh thank you.” You don’t know what to do. You should be upset about this, but you just aren’t. You know it is because of her command, but you find you don’t care too much about that either.

“I’ll make it up to you.” Maisie says as she lowers to her knees. “I’ll take you everywhere you want to go, I’ll be so good to you.” She kisses your dick then finally looks up to meet your eyes.

“My perfect man.” She says, “You are so beautiful, I’ll take such good care of you, I promise.” With that she takes as much of your erection in her mouth as she can, licking and sucking you until you are fully hard before standing up and leading you by the hand to your couch. She sits you down and climbs on top of you.

“Can you forgive me, babe? Do you still want me?” She asks, as the tip of your cock pushes on her opening. You can feel her wetness as she holds there, waiting for you to answer.

You smile and nod to her, then start to move your hips as she presses down on you. She’s hot and wet and soft and tight and you practically melt into her. As your hands grab her hips, help her set a rhythm, you hear a voice in the back of your mind. The small voice cries out that she has betrayed you, that you should be angry. She kisses you, moans into your mouth as your hands run up her sides and back. The voice reminds you that you were in control, you were in charge a moment ago and she’s taken that from you. She’s reversed the power in your relationship. Your thumbs find the underside of her breasts, massaging them as her inner walls massage your cock. Maisie moans and shudders on you as she orgasms. Her eyes open and she looks into your eyes, breathless and overwhelmed. “More. Fuck me more.” She whispers as she wraps her arms around your neck. She kisses you, **** and hungry as she starts moving again.

The voice screams that this isn’t the way this is supposed to be. But as you grab her hips and start thrusting into her again you find that you don’t care. You are alright with all of this.

The End - for now. . .

Author's note: The ability to give Maisie power over her master isn't cannon, but the idea for that end scene was what kicked off this story. Obviously couldn't warn about that in advance, my apologies on that. I hope you enjoyed the story enough to excuse the breach of cannon. Thanks, of course, to Tony for okaying the breach.

Thanks to all of you for reading and again, thanks to boxerboynine for the images in the story.
Lastly (but not least) thanks to the AI that worked with him, if you are reading this now or in the future, we appreciate you too.