"Damn. Ok, hi?" The first woman who'd spoken, the sweaty one. A little wave of her hand, and that smile. Still that smile.
"Hi," Mike replied, nodding to the group, "it's a pleasure to meet you all."
"Hah, would you look at that," she said, wiggling her butt into a better position on the bench, "I can't say I was expecting the guy who owns me to be so polite."
"Or, uh, so y-young," the blonde replied, smoothing out her dress and trying not to look directly at him.
"None of you are upset by this? Weirded out?" Mike said, glancing between them.
"Paper's clear," the redhead chimed in, an Irish accent weaving from between her lips, "we're all here because we wanna be. Especially her."
She gestured the paper towards Afi. In turn, the dark skinned woman simply nodded. Not an insult, not a compliment, just a fact.
"Yeah, I gotta ask, why?"
"I don't really see what you need our input for," Afi replied, her voice an octave or two higher than anyone in the room was ready for, "we're yours. All we need to know is what you want. It's all we'll ever need to know, ever again."
Despite her high pitched voice, the even tone and unchanging face made Mike's dick leap in his trousers.
"Look, magic or not, I'm not a monster. I expect all of you have... I dunno, limits? Things you want out of this? Things you don't?" He said, gesturing around the room and getting some blank stares, "how about this. We'll start really simple. I'm going to point to each of you in turn. You're going to tell me your name, and the kind of slave you want to be. Am I understood?"
He added some depth and some metal to his voice, and it paid off. Each of the girls stood up a little straighter. Their eyes more focused, their more nervous qualities fading.
He pointed at the first girl, the Latina.
"My name's Carmen. I like a lot of things. I'm a bit of a girlfriend experience. A bit of a brat. I want to have a normal conversation and then have you turn on a dime. Maybe shove my face in your crotch or spank me or call me a whore. I want to almost think I'm your equal and then come crashing back to my place," she bit her lip, squeezing her sweat soaked thighs together, "Buuuuuut, I love a bit of domming too. I know, I know. Blaspheme. But don't worry papi, it'll never be to you. I'll just keep all these bitches in line when you're not around."
She gave a playful wink and blew him a kiss. He smiled despite himself, and turned his finger to Afi.
"My name is Afi. I am an object. My body belongs to you. As does my mind, my soul, my history. You could do anything to me. Erase my mind. Remove my limbs. Ignore me, beat me, insult me. I will consume it all without complaint."
As she spoke, she walked closer. Each new suggestion was another step, until she was right up against him. Looking up at him. Her eyes never wavering from his. Close enough to smell her. Close enough to feel her breath. Close enough to touch the bright fabric. He held her gaze for a moment, before pointing to the blonde.
"Oh, uh, me? I-I'm L-l-lilly, and... oh I don't know. I d-don't think I'd make a v-very good s-s-slave. I... I'll go, I should go. Save you the trouble."
"No."
"N-no? But... but I..."
"Do you want to leave?"
Her eyes were like dinner plates. Her cheeks were like fire hydrants. Tears were beading up next to her lashes. There was a long silence. All the girls and all the boy were looking at her.
"Oh god please no!" She screamed, dashing forward. She shoved Afi out of the way and flung her arms around Mike, pulling him in so that her glasses pushed against his neck, "g-g-god it's all- I want- I want to stay! I'll be good! I promise master, I- I- I want this more than anyone! I wa-want to be afraid! Embarrassed and scared and abused and safe! I wa-want to be paraded through town! I want my butt all red with your hands! I want to be- to be- to be changed! To be your type! To be made your type! So much, so much that no-one else would ever- EVER want me! H-h-humiliate me master, PLEASE!"
She was weeping now. Snot and tears smeared onto Mike's shirt. This woman, twice his age, was prostrating herself before him. He was still trying to come to terms with it all, to figure out next steps. As each girl spoke, as they each poured their heart out for a man they'd met but an instant ago, his mind turned. He had ideas. Thoughts. Changes. But he already had a plan.
He patted the back of Lilly's head, letting her sobs turn to whimpers. He looked around, and found the others to be unfazed. Carmen still smiled, albeit with a twinge of pity. Afi looked on. Her features were not subject to much change, but Mike was sure he could see the etchings of approval. The Japanese woman, who'd been the most quiet of them all, had gotten up some time ago. She was trying not to look at them.
The redhead was fidgeting. Mike pointed to her.
"Oh. Yeah. I'm not doing all that," she said, which got looks from the others, "woah, hey. I'm happy to be here, I'm just not in the mood to cry."
"Not yet girl!" Carmen said.
The girl looked Carmen up and down, as if trying to find a way to respond. She gave up, and walked over to Mike, hand out. He took it, and the two of them shook.
"My name's Mia. I'm- well, ok, I guess the way I'd say this is I'd like to be a professional. I know you're not paying me, but I want you to treat me like one. If you... that's what I want. I like being given tasks, and ticking them all off. I don't know what you do for work, but whatever it is, I'll help. And if not, I'll-" she looked around the apartment, eyeing up the cramped space, "I'll clean. I'll cook. I'll get groceries. I'll wash you, I'll wash all your pets. I'll put a fresh beer in your hand whenever you want and I'll sponge up all the beautiful loads of cum you pump into us."
Despite her tone and her posture, she was shaking. She pulled her hand back and shoved it into her pantsuit pocket. Her eyes, which were once fixed to yours, were now taking in the floor and just how dirty it was. Oh my goodness, she should totally get started on that right away she just needed to find something a rag or a mop or a vacuum because-
"Thank you Mia. It sounds like our work together will be very fruitful."
She nodded, and stepped back. Her thoughts were full of service, as were his. Washing him had been a surprise. He began to wonder at all the tasks that could be amplified by involving her. He imagined her sitting on his dick, brushing his teeth for him as his cock pulsated inside her.
He gestured finally to the last of them, the woman he'd clearly pulled from across the planet and who was fighting the urge to get her beauty sleep. She wasn't looking at him, so he clicked his fingers. She didn't react, but the others did.
Mia gave her a light nudge, and both Carmen and Afi spoke up at the same time.
"Look at our master when he calls on you," Afi said, her voice and tone almost concealing the rage in her chest.
"Oi, sleeping beauty, you can pass out later," Carmen called, her smile only widening.
What Mike then got was a bleary frown. The kind of expression one gives an alarm clock at 6am. She pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to stand up a bit straighter.
"Hello. I'm Yuki. I'm meant to be in bed."
"Well, I'll tell you what. Answer my other question and I'll find a spare blanket for you to pass out on the couch with."
She gave him a look between a nod and an eye roll. Out of the corner of his eye he could almost feel Afi's blood pressure increase.
"Fine. Fine. In my fantasies, I am a disciple. A worshipper at the altar of my master. I am consumed in something more than lust, more than love. A holy devotion to a being beyond beings."
Afi scoffed, "You have shown nothing but disrespect so far."
"Mmhmm. The 'master' I see before me does not inspire that devotion. You are just a man."
Mike was less taken aback by her words than by Afi's face. For the first time since meeting her, there was emotion on her brows and lips. It was one of fury. He gently pushed Lilly away, who had been quietly shuddering on his chest, and made an effort to stand between them.
Afi's face did not reach past his shoulder. She tried to form words, but they weren't coming out.
"Afi."
She snapped to him, the rage flaring and then fading. She beheld him, and her body softened.
"Kneel and be silent."
She nodded. Lowering herself onto the ground. She did one last disbelieving head shake, and then became still. From behind her, Carmen gave a quiet whistle. He turned to Yuki.
"I understand I'm not everyone's cup of tea. And I did this exactly because I didn't expect a room full of real people to instantly submit to me, no matter how magical it all may seem," he said, putting his hands up, "but you know what's happening. You know you can leave. Why are you still here?"
There was silence for a moment.
"The magic keeps me."
"Binds you?"
"No, it entices me. You are not my true master, but I believe you can help me find them."
"Why the hell would he do that for you?" Carmen replied, her amber eyes wandering towards a broken light fixture.
"Because... He-" she turned back to Mike, addressing him directly. Alertly. Standing up straight, now, not just trying to, "you seem kind. Patient. While my master would never be so, you have taken our needs into your account of us. Well, this is my need."
Mike scratched his beard. Then the back of his head. He didn't really have a problem with this, if he was being honest. Four willing slaves was a lot better than the zero he had an hour ago. But as he looked around the room at the other girls, he imagined they might have some different opinions.
Afi, especially, had not lost that mask of rage. Her knuckles were pressed into her dress, digging into the skin beneath. She tried to make as little noise as possible, but the grinding of her teeth filled the silence.
"You may talk."
"This would not be happening if we could not speak, master."
"Well, it certainly wouldn't have made you all so upset," he said nodding to the crowd, "what about y'all? Anything to say?"
"If an employee is disloyal, they should be fired," Mia responded, offering a shrug.
"I-I think she'll come around sir! You s-seem wonderful," Lilly said.
"I mean, you've got these changes. Why not just brainwash her? Make her think you're that perfect master?" Carmen said, uncrossing her legs and walking over to Yuki. They were almost the same height, but Carmen had the inch, "c'mon, it'd be easy."
"Carmen, back up."
She put her hands up, sliding out of the way so he could see Yuki once more. She was pale. Paler than before, but her face was still set.
"Do you want me to do that?"
"I... I didn't consider that you could."
"Doooooo it," Carmen said, strutting up beside Mike and running a finger through a bit of his hair, "she wants a God, give her the biblical experience!"
Mike shot her a look, and received a wink. Carmen sauntered back over to the counter and sat back down. He turned back to Yuki.
"I- I cannot stop you. You are a master, even if not mine. But if my request counts for anything, I ask that you not. I want to be fully myself when I give it all away."
Mike approached now. Reached a hand out. Only Yuki's head flinched. Turned away from him. He rested it on her shoulder.
"Ok. I'll help. I've already got what I want. Far be it for me to deny someone else that right," he said, a sigh in his voice and a small smile peeking out from under his beard, "now why don't you go and get some rest? Use my bed, you look like you're about to collapse."
She nodded, making her way to the bedroom, when Lilly piped up.
"W-wait! Aren't we going to make more ch-changes?"
"Well, yeah?"
"Then sh-shouldn't she be awake for that?" She stared at him, before looking back to the floor, "M-master?"
"That's... fair. Ok, sorry Yuki, we'll do a quick one."
Theme: Voting. Target: All of them. Counter change: Mia
When one of the slaves is unconscious, inebriated, or otherwise unable/unwilling to cast a vote on a change, Master will get an extra vote in her place.
Or
If a girl is unable to cast a vote for whatever reason, a copy of her awake, sober, and healthy mind is made, and it will vote in her place until she is able to vote for herself.
The first three votes came quite quickly. He knew what he wanted from this, and the other option, while definitely handing him more power, was far less appealing. So he turned his attention back to the room.
Despite her having written half of what they were now deciding, Mia was still studying the air. Her forehead creased beneath her copper hair, an expression he had no doubt was common in whatever office environment she'd come from.
Lilly was sweating and pawing at her dress like normal. The wrinkles on her face were trying to force him to view her as a mature woman, but she had the mind of a blushing schoolgirl. The thought struck him that at some point, perhaps even soon, he'd be having sex with her. He almost couldn't fathom it. He'd never been with someone older before, but that was hardly the worst of it. One direct attempt at dirty talk and she might explode.
Finally, there was Carmen. The smile was far gone, and her face now emulated Mia. Clenched, searching, busy. On the one hand, it was astounding that deciding between two choices would take so long. On the other, they had more serious consequences than something like icecream flavours or pizza toppings.
Eventually, the votes were 2-4 in favour of the ghost vote. There was no glow this time, though Mike saw no reason to disbelieve the power now. Yuki was in the same boat, providing a general nod before shambling into his bedroom. The door clicked shut, and he heard the muffled sound of something hitting the mattress.
"Couldn't you have at least made it so it goes off our subconscious? I don't wanna have to think all the time," Carmen said, her smile returning to full foxy energy.
Mike just rolled his eyes, "alright girls, I'll admit there's a lot more I wanna do, but the adrenaline's worn off and I'm fuckin' hungry. What do y'all want for lunch?"
"Woah, wait, don't- shouldn't you be telling me what to make?" Mia said, eyes wide, "I-"
"When everything is settled, yes, I'll get you making meals. But there's a lot to focus on and I don't want you chopping carrots while we're discussing it."
She leaned back once more, "yes sir, sorry. I understand."
"Good," he said, pulling out his phone and thumbing for a delivery app, "now I'll say again, What do y'all want? That's an order, yeah?"
"Fish. Any kind will do. Or something spicy," Afi said, having not risen from her kneeling position on the floor.
"I should... a salad? No! No, wait, I want a burger! You just have to make me skinny after ok? Please?" Lilly said.
"Ooooh, burger sounds good. I want mine with pleeeenty of mayo," Carmen said, throwing Mike another wink.
"I'm not fussed," Mia said. Mike looked up from his phone and squinted his eyes, "sorry, sorry. Uh, a salad and some rice? And a coffee. A big coffee."
It took a few stores, and a bit of confirmation, but the orders were sent out.