More control over Maisie

The sun was barely up the next morning when you woke, your head clouded with memories of yesterday, the taste of her fear, the warmth of her skin, the power you held. A smile spread across your face. She was yours. Completely. You picked up your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you found her name. Maisie.

"Maisie, send me a photo of yourself naked, legs wide, pussy spread by your slutty fingers." You sent a message without thinking twice. It was a test of whether commands work in this digital, non-vocal form

Your phone chimed a few minutes late. A photo came through, sent from Maisie's number. You tapped it to enlarge it. She was sitting on her bed, her legs spread wide, just as you had commanded. Her fingers were indeed spreading her pussy lips apart, revealing the pink, wet flesh inside. Her face was visible in the photo, shame and humiliation evident in her expression. Her eyes were red-rimmed, as if she had been crying. The photo was perfect. She had followed your command, even through text. The curse was even more powerful than you had imagined. You could control her anywhere, any time.

You saved the photo, your heart racing with excitement. The possibilities were endless. Y "Masie, now make a video masturbating. Just how you like. Till you orgasm. For REAL," You typed another message and sent it with a grin.

It took 15 long minutes for the reply to arrive. This time it was a short video file. You tapped it, and Maisie appeared on your screen, lying back on her bed. Still naked, she began to rub her clit with one hand, her movements slow and tentative at first, then growing more urgent. Her face contorted with a mix of pleasure and self-loathing. This was pure obedience. Yet she persisted, her fingers moving faster and faster, until she threw her head back with a silent scream, her body arching off the bed as she achieved an orgasm. You watched the entire thing with fascination, despite it being far from a professional porno.

Your phone buzzed, she dared to call you. "Hello?" you answered, your voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Hi." Her voice was small, hesitant. "I did what you asked. Now what? Are you satisfied?" There was a hint of defiance in her question, a spark of the fire you had tried to extinguish yesterday.

"Satisfied? Not really," you purred. "You need to work on your moans, masturbating in silence... is eerie"

"What do you want next?" she asked..

"What do I want? Let's see..." you mused, stroking your chin thoughtfully. "First, I want you to go on today. Act normal. Smile. Laugh with your friends. Make sure everyone sees how perfectly fine you are."

"And then?" she asked, fear present into her voice.

"And then, MAISIE... You'll come to my place tonight. Eight is fine. Put a sexy dress you like. No underwear. Time for us to have... a date." You hung up before she could respond.

The day crawled by at a snail's pace. You were restless, antsy with anticipation. The sun seemed to move too slow across the sky. You wanted it to be night already. 8 PM finally arrived. You paced nervously in your living room, waiting for the doorbell to ring. Of course, you didn't bother to prepare for a "date". You were pacing in your boxers, with a boner, ready to go to fucking

The bell rang sharply. You yanked open the door. Maisie stood before you dressed in a stunning emerald green cocktail dress that fell to mid-thigh. The fabric clung to her curves in ways that made your breath catch, without any underwear underneath - outlines of her nipples and pussy lips were clearly visible. She had done exactly as ordered. She had no make-up or hair styling, or perfume because your order didn't include those details. Her face was pale and tense.

"Come in," you commanded, stepping aside to let her pass. She moved past you silently, entering your apartment in a role very different from a friend.

"You look like a top-class whore tonight Maisie," you said, locking the door behind her. "You are going to be the best date ever." Except you both knew, that one wasn't a date.

She didn't respond, just stood there in the middle of your living room floor, looking small and lost despite the sexy outfit. You circled her slowly, appreciating the view from every angle. The dress dipped low in the front, revealing the swell of her breasts. You reached out, tracing the neckline with one finger. "How should I fuck you today? Will you resist if I do it without magical commands?

"I won't. But I'd prefer if... You just tell me what you want. You don't need to be rude..." She sounded... hopeful? Or maybe it was just begging.

"But rude is so sweet for me," you slapped her asscheek with one hand, while the other groped her breast through the dress, "and besides, I love seeing you beg. It is so much hotter than commands."

"Please, I can beg as much you want, you can order the best begging possible... don't **** me again. It is stupid when you have full magical control over me. Just order what you want!" She was trying hard to persuade you to use her like a puppet on a string. In a way, it was amusing... But she had to learn that you decide how to use her.

"Cunt, did you just call me stupid?" You grab her by the hand and drag deeper into your apartment, to a coffee table near a sofa. "You are mine. And I will do whatever I want."

"You're right, master. I'm sorry." She apologized immediately. But it was too late to avoid your wraith, you smashed her face into the table and hiked the dress up. Then you slapped her exposed backside, hard. Once. Twice. Three times. Each blow elicited a shocked yelp from her, the sound muffled against the surface of the table. "Please! Please! Please! Master! Forgive me! Don't hurt me."

It felt amazing being submissively begged like that... but hurting her felt tempting too. It was time to decide what kind of a master you were going to be this night- forgiving or strict