The Master Suite

THEO AND ISHTAR

Theo and Ishtar reappeared in a huge room, and Theo’s eyes went wide. The room was absolutely massive, its stone walls covered in carved reliefs of gold and lapis lazuli, depicting a variety of sexual scenes. A huge bed - big enough for 7 people - dominated half the room, an intricately carved mahogany frame with soft sheets and pillows. The other half of the room had a table and chair for dinner, and an opening out to the beautiful garden beyond.

“Wow…” said Theo, getting no further before he needed to gather his thoughts. “You people really pull out all the stops, huh?”

Ishtar smirked in response. “Only the best for the Master of the harem.” She gestured around the room. “This is all yours. The doors over there” she pointed to one door “leads to the bathroom, and over there” she pointed to another door “is a kitchen for any of your slaves to cook for you in.”

Theo rolled his eyes at that comment.

“You know, I do know how to cook, Ishtar.”

The goddess shrugged. “Maybe your sexy slaves want to cook for you.”

Theo bristled at that. He had said very similar things when Joanna had insisted she cook, though without the sexy **** part.

“So, to make it clear - this is your room. Except for the contestant assigned each night - and any other you let them invite up - no one can enter it. I’ll let you discover the amenities yourself, but you should have a look at the tablet over there.”

She gestured to a tablet on a small table next to the bed, and then… she was gone. No flourish or gesture, just one moment she was there and the next Theo was alone in the room.

He took a moment to walk around, taking in his new room. It was ostentatious, but not gaudy, really. Yes, there was gold and gems, but not everywhere - no golden toilet, and the bed wasn’t set with rhinestones or anything. The tables and chairs were comfortable, and there was a little soft reading chair as well. Along the wall, what he had thought were clothing cabinets turned out to be full of BDSM equipment.

One of them - the smallest - contained his own. There was a small assortment of collars with different words engraved in metal - SLUT, ****, WHORE, CUNT - which he used occasionally with his subs - well, with Joanna - , for particular scenes. There were the pink fluffy handcuffs he never used anymore, the much better (and safer) leather cuffs, along with his set of hemp ropes and a few chains.

And there were, of course, the tools of the trade for a sadist. Nipple clamps with weights, clothespins and a few white soy and paraffin candles. There was his favorite soft flogger, next to the rattan cane he had bought and rarely used, as well as the old bamboo cane he hadn’t used since it splintered, but hadn’t gotten around to throwing out. There was even the flogger he had added knots too, but which had ended up too short for use, as well as the much better knotted flogger he had ended up buying, hanging next to two paddles - one soft, and one hard, with holes to decrease air resistance for more power.

Below, in the drawers, was their aftercare kit. There was a full first aid kit, bolt cutters (for chains, just in case), scissors (for ropes, just in case), Aloe salves and creams, several bottles of water and an electrolyte drink, two bags of skittles, a snickers, and a weighted blanket.

Curiously, their more pleasurable toys - vibes and so on - did not seem to be there, though Theo could not tell why. At first, he thought it might have to do with the nature of the show, but the rest of the closets had several vibes, cock rings, dildos, and so forth. One closet even turned out to be a walk-in closet with a St. Andrew’s Cross, a set of stocks, a rotating table with manacles, and various other ways of restraining a sub.

Once he had gone through all the cabinets and cupboards, he finally turned his attention to the tablet on the bedside table. It was a simple thing, and had four tabs, labeled “VP” “BP,” “MP,” and “Schedule.”

The first two were simple lists of how much of each currency each woman had, but the last one was more interesting, with two menus to select.

The first showed a list of previous gains and losses, organised by contestant and “event.” There was only one event listed, under Joanna. .

Hypnosis During Arrival:

Tranced a Contestant: +2 MP
Used Hypnosis to help a contestant: +2 MP
Used a trigger on a contestant: +3 MP
Pre-established subject penalty: -5 MP
Result: +2

Interesting. Even putting someone in trance would give him MP. It seemed likely adding a trigger would as well, if using one provided MP - It should be relatively easy to “farm” some MP by trancing each and giving them a reintroduction trigger… if they wanted to, of course. He wasn’t sure if he could gain MP from doing it several times to the same person, but he expected not - it would be too easy. There was also the interesting note of “Used hypnosis to help a contestant.” He was supposed to gain MP from acting like a “Master,” but what did that really mean to the show? He had expected something harsher, but if MP could be gained from helping, maybe not? Then again, he didn’t know the scale very well yet. Possibly punishing someone would give twice the MP. It did seem to imply that he could, at the very least, gain MP from hypnotising Joanna again, if he did something other than “help” her. Maybe using a more erotic trigger would do so? The thought made him shudder. Not because he minded using erotic triggers on his beautiful submissive, but because the show was already training him to see his lovers and friends as elements of the game.

The second menu was named “MP Price list,” and as he read through it, his eyes went wide:

45: Master’s Favor
Saves a contestant from elimination, expanding the harem if necessary. Exit transformation downgraded.
ADD ON:
15 MP: Contestant gets no transformation.

35: Last Word Veto
Vetos a contestant’s transformation without a replacement of any kind.
ADD ON:
5 MP: May apply to a punishment or exit transformation.

30: Master Veto
Vetos a contestant transformation, though the contestant gets a replacement.
ADD ON:
5 MP: Downgrade a punishment or exit transformation.
5 MP: Master chooses the replacement.

20: Master’s Choice
Vetos a contestant transformation, at the cost of doubling the effect of the replacement transformation.
ADD ON:
5 MP: Downgrade a punishment or exit transformation.
5 MP: Master chooses the replacement.

10: Master’s Sacrifice
Vetos a contestant transformation, at the cost of applying a transformation to the master. Contestant gets a replacement.
ADD ON:
5 MP: Downgrade a punishment or exit transformation.
5 MP: Master chooses the replacement.

5: Master’s Wisdom
Master chooses 3 contestants, learning the outcome of their transformation polls immediately.
ADD ON:
5 MP: Choose another 3 contestants.

That put the numbers a little more in perspective. The freedom he had just half an hour ago, the tools to help his friends, to save Chloe from her dependence on him - or to have saved Nina from her own stupid choices - were essentially a 30 MP gift from Ishtar. Enough for multiple vetos, if he was willing to pay the price. Thinking forward, if he wanted to be able to help his friends again… fuck. The next vote was in a week. Even if he hypnotised every other girl before then, it would not be enough, particularly with the pre-established subject penalties for Joanna, Anna, and Nina. And who would even trust him to hypnotise them? Anna and Joanna, obviously. Maybe Chloe or Miriam. No chance with Nina, and he did not know Jessica very well, though of course she had gotten that transformation. He might get some MP from his night with Joanna, but as his established girlfriend, he doubted it would be enough.

He hurried to the next tab, and cursed internally when he saw the days and the names.

JESSICA AND CHLOE

While Theo was stressing over date nights, Chloe was changing. She had stormed straight into her room, opened the door to the first large closet she saw, discovered it was Jessica's, and then grabbed the other one. She hesitated for a moment before she grabbed a t-shirt, cardigan, and jeans. It had felt nice to be seen, to be appreciated. She knew Theo enjoyed seeing her in this horny schoolgirl outfit, even though he had been a perfect gentleman about the many skimpy clothes she and the others had been **** to wear. Jessica enjoyed it too, she was sure. Would it be so bad to just stay in it? At least for a bit, she could always change lat-

Chloe dismissed the thought. She was not going to dress like a cheap slut for attention! The fact that she’d even considered it was bad enough! She picked out one last item, closed the door, and went into the bathroom.

She came out a few minutes later, wearing the same clothes that she had earlier that day, but now with another addition - a modest silver cross hanging from neck, and found that Jessica was sitting on the bed. The witch looked up from her tablet to give Chloe a short, appreciative look, and Chloe shuddered as sexual pleasure and satisfaction surged through her.

“Shit, fuck, I’m sorry!” Jessica said, looking away in panic. “Fuck, I forgot about that transformation,I didn’t mean to…”

“I.. it’s okay,” Chloe replied as her breathing steadied. “Just don’t.. Give me the elevator look again, and I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” said Jessica, hesitating for a moment before looking back at Chloe, careful to look her in the eyes. “Still, I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t be looking at you like that, babygirl”

“It’s fine, Jessica. It’s been a weird day. What were you doing?”

“I was just looking at the ‘date nights.’ Here, have a look.”

She turned the tablet over, and Chloe’s eyes ran down the list.

FIRST DAY: Nina
SECOND DAY: Miriam
THIRD DAY: Chloe
FOURTH DAY: Anna
FIFTH DAY: Jessica
SIXTH DAY: Joanna.

“I don’t think Jo’s going to like that,” the witch continued. “Getting placed last for date nights with her boyfriend? Or her…” she stopped. “Her ‘Master’”

“Her… Master? I’m not really sure what that even means. The way they were talking about it when they were discussing her transformations was so… strange.”

Jessica gave the other girl another look, but more curious than appreciative. She knew Chloe was a little sheltered, and a little younger than the rest, but how sheltered? She sighed.

“It means…” she started, but did not get any further. “It means you should talk to Joanna about it. They’re not my secrets to share.”

Chloe nodded, but did not reply, a little lost in thought. She liked Joanna and Theo, but what did it mean that he was his girlfriend’s “Master”? Was he secretly treating her like a ****? She couldn’t square that idea with her image of Theo - he’d always been kind and respectful of her and her classmates, he was a perfect gentleman at the D&D group she’d joined, and Joanna seemed smitten with him. Was that all just some sort of facade? Was he secretly some sort of cruel sadist? Then again… he had understood her perfectly when his transformation came up. That “Sweet Rewards” transformation would have ruined her, she was sure. It seemed like a little thing, but the idea of needing not just anyone’s but Theo’s approval before she could be satisfied? It terrified her. She imagined calling him every time she got a good grade, begging for his validation, every time she finished a chapter of her book, every time she did well in class… She would have needed him every day, and god forbid he had a bad day, or got annoyed with her, or had an argument… She shuddered. It would have given him so much power over her, and he vetoed it. Would he do that if he was some sort of **** master?

Thinking back to the transformations, she remembered another thing she’d noted.

“Jessica,” she said, her voice soft, hesitant. “There was something else I’d like to talk to you about.”

Her friend turned to her, noticing the shift in tone.

“What’s up, babygirl? Are you okay?”

“It’s about one of your transformations… the ‘for points’ one, I think it was called.”

“.. Yes?” Jessica replied, surprised. “I’m lucky I didn’t get it. What about it?”

“It said something… about seducing straight girls. What does that mean?” Chloe asked. Her voice was carefully neutral, and non-judgemental, but she made sure to look her roommate straight in the eyes.

Jessica sat up a little straighter, and made sure to keep her voice just as even, though a little hesitation crept in.

“It’s… It’s nothing, really.”

“Jessica!” Chloe replied sharply. “Don’t give me that bull hockey!”

Jessica like she’d been slapped. Not at the hokey censorship - Chloe’s refusal to swear was one of her more endearing qualities - but at the tone.

“I… I just enjoy giving people new experiences, is all. I promise you, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“So, what, that’s the only reason we made out? So you could give another ‘straight girl’ a new experience?”

“What?” replied Jessica, shocked. “No, of course not! Chloe, I do really like you! I didn’t -”

“Oh? And how many other ‘straight girls’ have you really liked?”

Her friend had Jessica totally at a loss. Chloe was always lovely and soft-spoken, she’d never seen an outburst like this from her before, and she had no clue how to deal with it.

“No, Chloe, I promise you, it’s not like that!”

“What is it like then?”

“It’s…” she started, at a loss for words. “It’s like…” she tried again, but stopped.

“Like what?”

“It’s nothing, babygirl! Please, trust me, it’s nothing.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” Chloe replied. There was anger and fury on her face, her soft and delicate features all twisted up, but her voice betrayed her, for it was full of pain and hurt. Finally, Jessica stood up, moving to hug her friend, but before she could reach her, Chloe rushed out of the room, leaving Jessica confused and sad, tears gathering in her eyes.