Chapter 2 — Exploitation

I was sitting seiza-style, essentially kneeling, on the floor. In front of me was a low table in the private area of the posh restaurant I’d chosen. I saw that it was finally 8pm. Ayano arrived, exactly on time.

Ayano was wearing a stunning short sparkling red dress. Her hair was done up in a fancy French braid updo. She was wearing obvious make-up. I’d never seen her wear such dressy clothes or such a fancy hairdo. I’d never seen her wear such obvious make-up. I could smell her expensive perfume. The skimpy low-cut top of her dress framed her breasts perfectly. Her lovely breasts were a typical size. I hoped to see and caress her breasts without the dress.

Ayano looked vibrant and nervous. She had clearly put in lots of extra effort for our date tonight. To my knowledge she’d never dressed like this before.

I reminded myself that while she was a remarkably pretty girl, her external beauty hid much. She reminded me of a venomous snake. Beautiful. Powerful. Independent. Dangerous.

I had arranged our seating at the low table so we would sit together and face the same way. She froze when she saw the seating arrangement. I stood up and gestured for her to sit next to my place. She haltingly sat seiza-style there. She placed her hands palms-down on her upper thighs with her fingers close together. I sat in seiza-style next to her.

As I knelt next to her, Ayano opened her mouth and laboriously breathed. Her pupils fully dilated. I could see her heart race. Her hands balled into tight fists as she desperately tried to retain her self-control. My presence, so close to her, seemed to deeply unsettle her. She looked down. She couldn’t find a way to look me in the eyes.

I said, “Thank you for coming.”

Ayano pursed her lips. She continued to stare down. She seemed to struggle to speak. Her fists tightened even more, whitening from lack of blood.

She eventually stammered, “thank you for inviting me, Taro-senpai.” She froze for a moment. She unfroze and repeated, “thank you for inviting me.” Realizing she had repeated herself, she guilelessly added, “I’m so overwhelmed with happiness when I’m with you.”

It was strange seeing a girl who was simultaneously a cold-blooded killer and an innocent love-struck girl. Her giddy nervousness was sweetly charming. I reminded myself to not be misled. I might die tonight if I made a mistake. If I didn’t make a mistake tonight, I might start down the road towards my biggest dreams.

She simply could not hide her feelings. Her unquenchable need for me made it difficult for her to even be near me. She so needed my approval. She so needed a relationship with me. I could see her steel her resolve so she could demurely stay kneeling next to me.

I replied, “I’m glad you came.” I gently took her hands into mine. I opened her fists so her open hands were fully encased in mine. She gasped again. She looked into my eyes. She found she could not look away. My touch intensified her feelings further. Her breathing became ragged. Her breasts visibly heaved as she gasped for air. Her desire for us to be together was clearly overpowering her. Her eyes flowed into mine. She did all she could to control her desires.

I added, “I’d like to have a relationship with you. Yet I have traditional views about the roles of men and women. You’ll need to obey me to have a relationship with me. Will you obey me from now on?”

Ayano’s face fell. I could tell that Ayano hated this idea. She was a fiercely independent young woman. She had been steeped in the lies of modern feminism. She probably felt that this was an unfair request.

Yet I also seemed to offering, on a silver platter, what she most wanted. I knew she had felt a crushing emptiness almost every day of her life. I brought life into her world as no one else could. I’d learned that her mom had modeled for Ayano how to be a good housewife who obeys and pleases her husband. I suspected Ayano’s mom wasn’t the submissive wife she appeared to be, but Ayano’s mom had at least played the part.

I could see Ayano debate with herself. « Maybe, » she appeared to reason to herself, « it wouldn’t be so bad to agree. » It was clearly hard for her to think at all when she was close to me. Especially when her hands were being held by her heart’s desire. Especially when her eyes were melting into mine.

Ayano decided that an un-enforcible agreement was acceptable in exchange for her deepest desires. She knew she was willing to make many changes to herself for me. She wanted to please me. This ridiculous promise wasn’t so bad. She knew she could disobey later if I asked for too much.

“Yes, I will obey you,” she promised. She nodded to confirm it.

Ayano had a sudden realization: these were not empty words. She suddenly needed to obey me, without limits. She knew she had become my pawn. Her eyes widened in fear. She also realized she was no longer struggling to stay near me. Her quiet enslavement had caused a fundamental shift inside her. She still desperately needed a relationship with me. She no longer struggled to control her body’s physical actions in my presence. I continued to hold her hands with my own.

“Good,” I said. “From now on you may never threaten or harm anyone, in any way, without my express consent. You may never lie to me, deceive me, or keep secrets from me. You must always do your best to please me and respect me. Also, I only said we’d be in ‘a relationship.’ I never promised you an exclusive relationship. I plan to build a harem. You must become a member of my harem. You must also serve me as my weapon and enforcer. Will you obey me in these ways and in all others? Please tell me you will.”

Ayano squirmed. She was stuck between her overwhelming glee that we would have a relationship, and her horror that her independence had been ripped from her. She knew she had tricked her into slavery. Yet she found she had to obey me. She found she also had to make these additional promises, because she had to obey me.

Ayano nodded and said, “Yes, sir, I’ll obey you in all these ways.” Ayano squirmed briefly and stopped. I released her hands.

“Are you sure? Will you obey me in all these ways? Why will you obey?”

“Yes, sir, I’ll obey, but only because I’m compelled to do so. I don’t understand what is happening to me, but I can tell you have some sort of supernatural power. I must obey these promises I made to you, even though they are not what I want. What I want is you. I want you to be all mine. I don’t care about anyone else. If I ever escape this compulsion I’ll kill anyone, without hesitation, to gain you exclusively. Yet I can tell I’m being compelled. So yes, sir, I will obey you. I won’t threaten or harm anyone without your consent. I’ll be respectful to you. I’ll do all you said. I’ll do all you say. I can tell I don’t have a choice. Um, sir.”

I said, “You don’t have a choice, that’s true. There will be some benefits to you. You’ll have to share me, but we will be together for the rest of our lives.”

I took her chin in my hand and stroked her face. Her eyes stayed locked on mine. Her eyes had a combination of fear and desire. I gently guided her chin towards mine. I brought her lips to my own. I gave her a light, infinitely gentle kiss. She tremblingly responded, softly and hesitantly, with her own lips. She shuddered as she gently shared her first romantic kiss. This wasn’t any kiss. This was a kiss with the man she’d hoped for all her life.

When I pulled back slightly, Ayano immediately wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. She draped her body onto mine. She pressed her breasts into my chest. She kissed me hard, with unbridled passion. Our tongues explored each others’ open mouths. This second kiss lasted for many minutes. I pulled back slightly. She allowed it.

I said, “There are other pleasures we can share. Let’s go somewhere private to begin enjoying those pleasures. Tell me, would your home be private?”

Ayano’s mouth widened, simultaneously horrified and delighted by my forwardness. Still, she had to obey. She couldn’t keep any secrets. She couldn’t lie to me. She had to please me. She also needed to be respectful to me.

Ayano replied, “Yes, sir. My parents are on a long trip. They will be gone for weeks. No one else is at my home. We will have complete privacy at my home. Um, sir.”

“Excellent. Lead the way.”

“Yes, sir.”

We abandoned the restaurant without having eaten.

I suppose I should have been sad that she’d become entrapped. Yet if I had done nothing, many would have died, and I would have been entrapped. I liked this arrangement much better.

We went straight to Ayano’s bedroom. We were both virgins. I had a long list of things I’d like to try with a woman. Now was the time.

I could tell I was physically hungry. We hadn’t eaten at the restaurant. I was far hungrier for other things.

I told Ayano to change to her sexiest lingerie. She went to the bathroom and emerged wearing it. It was a black sheer nightie with a short hem and lacy top. It was paired with a black thong. She had ordered this outfit online soon after I’d knocked her down. It turned out she had imprinted on me in that moment. She’d hoped to someday wear this sexy outfit for me. She’d hoped that after wearing it for me, I would fuck her. I planned to make those hopes soon come true.

I immensely enjoyed seeing Ayano in her lingerie. The swell of her breasts was obvious under the sheer top. The clear outline of her raised nipples were a delight. She was quite beautiful. She seemed conflicted. She wasn’t an exhibitionist by nature. She was happy that she was making me happy. She did a slow sexy dance for me, unprompted. She wasn’t a dancer, but she was delighted that my happiness caused her happiness. I could tell her thong had gotten damp.

I was curious about giving Ayano a sexy spanking. At a word she bent over my lap. I removed her thong and gave her bare butt a lengthy hand spanking. She didn’t enjoy it at all. She had a lot of pride. The spanking felt utterly humiliating to her. I kept it up for a long time. It was a lot of fun for me. I also wanted her to have no doubt about who was in charge in our relationship.

I finally allowed Ayano to stand up. I gave a simple hand motion for her to disrobe. She obeyed. Her naked body was a delight to my eyes. I guided her to her own bed. I indicated that she was to lie on her back so I could deflower her. She gingerly laid down, doing her best to avoid placing her sore reddened butt on anything.

I asked, “are you ready?”

“Yes, sir, I am so ready. For all my life I’ve been empty. Unfulfilled. Hollowed out. With you, everything’s different. I’m finally alive when I’m with you. I want to give my body to the one man who makes me feel alive. I want to give my body to you. I’m nervous, sir. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m afraid I won’t please you enough. I am enthusiastic, sir!”

“I’m also nervous, don’t know what I’m doing, and enthusiastic. So I guess we’re even. Are you only making love because I told you to please me?”

“No, sir. I don’t like that I have to obey you. I don’t like some of your orders, either. On the other hand, once I found you, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to eventually make love with you, as a way to share our lives. So that part is fine. We’re simply starting sooner and moving faster than I had planned, sir.”

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes, sir. My mother insisted.”

“Good. Stay on the pill until I tell you otherwise.”

Ayano submissively nodded. She now knew that the timing of her children, and whether or not she would be allowed to have any, was under my total control. This simple verbal exchange made it quite clear who was in control, and who had to submissively obey.

I removed my own clothes. I moved between her legs. My fully erect cock couldn’t wait. I thrust my cock into her wet pussy. She gasped as I took her virginity. I thrust and thrust. She rocked her pelvis against my cock with an inexperienced but enthusiastic rhythm. Her pussy was so warm, so wet, and so tight. She was so beautiful. Her enthusiastic submissiveness was a delight. I was enthusiastic and inexperienced myself.

I couldn’t possibly last long. This was my first time with a woman. Soon I ejaculated into her undefended cunt. Her eyes rolled back as she felt her innermost parts fill with my cum. She groaned from delight as her own orgasm enveloped her. We were soon both blissfully spent.

We cuddled naked on the bed in our afterglow. I considered what a strange collection of contradictions she was. Ayano was heartless towards others. Yet she needed me more than life itself. She had fiercely wanted her independence. Yet now that she’d permanently lost her independence, she had committed herself to her new life. She had committed herself to a life where she would be completely controlled by me. She had wanted me to always be in her life. She knew she at least had that.

I said, “I want to gain great power and add many beautiful gifted women to my harem. You must do all you can to help me do that. You must do all you can to proactively and submissively please me, in all ways. You must never try to escape my control.”

Ayano nodded in agreement. I had expected her to try to resist or disagree. I hadn’t held her hands this time. I should have known better. She was a smart girl. She’d figured out that I would give her commands like this. These were obvious extensions of the commands I’d given her earlier. She’d accepted that she would obey new commands like these before I’d even said them.

Ayano kissed me. She looked reverently into my eyes and smiled.

She said, “Yes, sir. I’ll do everything I can for you. I’ll be a perfect, submissive, and proactive harem-girl for you. I won’t try to escape you. All that I ask is that I always be one of the women in your harem, sir.”

“Of course. I should warn you though. Now that you’re a member of my harem, I intend to fuck you thoroughly and often.”

“That, at least, I’m quite happy about. Um, sir. Please do. Please fuck me often, sir.”

“I know you have unparalleled skills as an assassin. I want you to keep training to get better at it. I can’t help but notice that an assassin will always be a tool for another. I think it’s best that you be the tool of someone you deeply care for.”

Ayano looked at me, not entirely convinced. She replied, “perhaps, sir. I agree I have all the skills of a fantastic assassin. I will train to get better, as you command. Yet this arrangement between us wasn’t what I had in mind. I had intended to be in control of our relationship. I didn’t intend to share you at all. I had no plans to share you, because those others might have taken you from me. I was planning to kill anyone who might steal you from me.”

“Is this the worst thing that could have happened to you?”

“Well, no. Things could have gone far worse for me. What I wanted was for us to be together for the rest of our lives. I would have killed myself if I couldn’t be with you. Now I know I will be with you. I don’t like sharing you, but I can’t harm other girls without your consent. I can’t hurt or kill myself either, as I’d need your consent. So… I guess everything else is optional. I’ve decided to fully accept my situation. I’m yours to command, sir.”

I kissed her. She enthusiastically kissed me back. She stopped. A thought had clearly emerged in her.

“Sir,” she said, “Could we please videochat with my mom soon? I want her to know I’m finally with you, the man who makes me complete. I told her earlier that I’d found you. I told her that I’d found… my senpai. Now that we’re together, I want her to meet you, sir. When I was growing up, she told me she was exactly like me when she was little. She understands me more than anyone else. She won’t be happy that I must obey you, but I promise she won’t hurt you. She loves me. She knows how important it is to me that I be with you, my senpai. She knows I’d kill myself if I couldn’t be with you for any reason. She’ll be happy to know that I found a way to be with you, my senpai, for the rest of my life. Please, sir?”

“Yes. I’ll do it. I first want to think it through. Once we’re more rested, let’s figure out what we should tell her and how we should tell it.”

Ayano shrugged and nodded. She replied, “okay. That’s fair, sir.”

Ayano snuggled into my arm. She pulled my hand onto her bare breast. She kissed my bicep in reverence. She scooted her naked body partly onto mine. She kissed me gently on my upper body, around my shoulders and neck. She experimentally stroked my torso with her breasts. She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled further into my arm. She let out a contented sigh.

Ayano knew she couldn’t change her new situation. She did understand that her situation gave her the one thing she most wanted. She had fully accepted her situation, along with the bonuses it brought her.

This situation was oddly sweet in a seriously fucked-up way. Ayano was enslaved to me, but she also had what she had most wanted. I was glad Ayano had decided to fully accept her forced obedience and that she’d be sharing me with other girls. It was good she’d embraced her fate.

Things had worked out well for me. I smiled. I relaxed further, thoroughly enjoying our quiet intimate embrace. Ayano relaxed as well. She closed her eyes and smiled. We both felt peace as we entwined our naked bodies on the bed. We delighted in our unashamed touching. Our skin-to-skin contact felt perfect. She nestled further into me. Her breathing slowed. I closed my eyes.

Another vision came upon me.

I saw the same house basement I’d seen earlier. I was standing on one side. Ayano was standing on the other, wearing her Akademi uniform. In this vision, Ayano had longer hair. Instead of wearing a pony tail, she was wearing her hair long down behind her back. Next to Ayano was the metal chair I remembered from my earlier vision.

Tightly strapped on the chair was a beautiful naked girl. She appeared to be about 18 years old. She had silver eyes and thigh-length silver hair. Her silver hair had a protruding ahoge. The rest of her thigh-length silver hair was pulled behind her by a low pony tail.

The naked girl’s ankles were strapped to matching points on the chair legs. Her wrists were painfully bound behind her by more straps. Her knees were spread wide apart, forced that way by other straps. Her smoothly-shaved sex was fully exposed. She wore a leash that was tightly attached to the back of the chair. Her chest was tied to the chair’s back by narrow leather straps that bit into her skin. More straps bound her breasts in cruel ways. A ball gag in her mouth, harshly pressed into her mouth by a chain, ensured she could not cry out. The chair was firmly bolted to the cement floor. Escape was clearly impossible.

I had no doubt who the trapped girl was in this vision. She was the heiress Megami Saikou.

In this vision, Megami had clearly been crying for a long time. The well-worn tear tracks from her eyes down her face confirmed it. Megami’s slit, inner thighs, and breasts showed uncountable welted lines from pitiless and endless whippings. There was no telling how long Megami had been a brutalized prisoner. She seemed transformed. She no longer had a haughty look. The pride in her eyes had been completely replaced by exhaustion and sheer terror.

Megami had fallen so far. She was unimaginably wealthy. She was the most beautiful girl at Akademi. She was a certified genius who excelled at everything she attempted. She had extensive self-defense training. She had been preparing for leadership throughout her life. She was the heir-apparent for control of a powerful business conglomerate. None of that mattered here.

There would be no escape. There would be no rescue.

Megami’s arm was connected, by a tube, to an IV drip. Its bag contained an angry orange fluid. The fluid continued to invade her body.

The Ayano of my vision addressed my vision-self, saying, “Dearest senpai, sir, I told you I’d take care of things. This IV drip deeply intensifies her pain, causes endless depths of fear in her, and crushes her will to resist. Her mind’s ability to resist domination has been ruthlessly ground away. Even better, her knowing what the fluid does doesn’t reduce its effectiveness.”

Ayano grabbed a long thin leather strap on the wall next to her. She lifted the strap up high. Megami desperately tried to move away, but could not. Ayano viciously whipped a stroke of the strap down onto Megami’s bare pussy. Megami heaved from pain. Megami’s screams were almost completely muffled by her ball gag. Ayano gave Megami ten more cruel strokes.

Ayano looked up at my vision-self and smiled. “Sweetheart, sir, doesn’t she look good this way? I think a cunt like her should be trained by her cunt.”

My vision-self smiled. “She does look hot. I think this event would be hotter if you were naked, too.”

Ayano grinned further and replied, “with pleasure, sir!”

Ayano put the strap back on the wall while she kicked off her shoes. She yanked down her skirt and pulled off her top. Her bra, panties, and black thigh high socks soon followed. Ayano was completely naked. I thought Ayano looked so beautiful. She was dangerous, yes, but beautiful. Ayano took the strap back in her hand and raised it high.

Ayano, with all her strength, repeatedly whipped Megami’s pussy with the strap. Megami did her best to scream through the gag and leap off the chair from pain. Ayano strapped Megami again, and again, and again. Megami’s face revealed the intense agony she was experiencing. Ayano’s naked skin began to glisten from her exertion. After many minutes, Ayano stopped.

My vision-self was visibly hard. I suspected he would be fucking Ayano soon after this was done. I suspected Ayano would look forward to it.

The Ayano of my vision looked down on Megami. Ayano possessively stroked Megami’s hair on the top of her head. Megami weakly looked up to Ayano. Megami was clearly traumatized. She begged for mercy with her eyes. Ayano revealed a smile straight from the Gates of Hell.

Ayano brightly asked Megami, “Would you like another day of obedience training? Perhaps a week? Perhaps a month?”

Megami looked up at Ayano in unalloyed terror. Megami shuddered and let out a muffled whimper. Megami violently shook her head “no” in desperation. Megami’s bare tits wiggled from her shaking head.

Ayano asked Megami, “Will you do as you’re told?”

Megami wholeheartedly shook her head indicating “yes.”

Ayano in my vision threateningly replied, “little girl, you’d better keep your promise and do exactly as you’re told tonight. It’s time for you to make some promises to him. You lasted longer than most could, but no one can withstand my treatments forever. You will join the rest of us girls in his harem. You will learn to obsequiously please him. You will learn to submissively obey your new master. Your respect for him, and your loyalty to him, will be boundless. You will never lie to him, deceive him, or keep secrets from him. Everything you have, or are, will become his possession. Your body will become his play toy. Your life’s sole purpose will be to fulfill his every whim. What you want will become irrelevant. Your old life is ending. Your new life of subservience will soon start.”

Megami quailed. She turned to look at my vision-self. Megami pleaded to me with her eyes. She saw I would not relent. Megami nodded and bowed her head as she accepted her defeat. Her posture announced her total surrender. Ayano removed Megami’s ball gag.

Megami stared at the floor and fearfully whispered, “please, I’ll do anything. Anything at all. Please stop. I’ll do anything you say.”

Megami looked up at Ayano. Megami’s spirit had clearly been fully broken by Ayano’s brutal treatment. Few who knew Megami would have recognized her from her change in attitude. She had been completely transformed from a haughty girl to a crushed shell.

The Ayano in my vision turned to my vision’s counterpart. She said to my vision-self, “sweetheart, sir, she’s all yours. I can’t wait to see you teach this bitch so she will give you her complete and total obedience. I can’t wait to see her begin her duties as your new submissive slave, sir.”

The Ayano in my vision beamed with joy. She knew that she had greatly pleased me. Her happy eyes began to glisten with an infectious bliss. She had learned to trust that she would still be with me even when I added new girls to my harem.

My vision-self walked towards Megami, saying, “cunt, if you want Ayano to stop, you must make a set of promises to me, now. You will repeat exactly what I tell you. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

Megami nodded in fearful agreement. She replied, “Yes, sir. I’ll repeat exactly what you tell me to say. I’ll obey, sir. I promise I’ll obey.”

Ayano moved to the side of Megami and menacingly held the strap high above Megami’s pussy. Megami paled when she saw Ayano’s stark reminder of the penalty for any further disobedience. Megami could not look away from the strap and the terrifying threat it represented.

We all knew these were Megami’s final moments before her permanent enslavement. I watched as my vision-self walked behind Megami. My vision-self tightly grasped Megami’s hands with his own hands. Megami whimpered as she felt her hands being enclosed. She was again in tears. Her face turned even paler from terror as she continued to stare at the strap above her. Megami knew that in a moment her free will would be destroyed forever.

My vision-self began whispering into Megami’s ear. He tightly held her hands with his own. Megami began to recite the words that would enslave her.

“I, Megami Saikou, promise to acknowledge you, Taro Yamada, as my master starting at this moment… I promise to always, immediately, and submissively obey my master to the best of my ability…”

Megami groaned as she felt the harsh imposition of this promise.

Megami continued, “… I promise to deeply respect my master… I promise to be loyal to my master… I promise to never threaten or hurt or betray my master… I promise that my life’s sole purpose from now on will be to please my master… I promise that I will always do my best to please my master… I promise that my property and my body are my master’s to command without limit… I promise that if I find a way to evade any promise I make to my master or any command from my master, including through a logical conflict, I will not evade anything and I will instead tell my master… I promise to interpret all promises I make to my master, and all commands he gives to me, in the way that I believe my master intended… I promise to never lie, deceive, or keep secrets from my master… I promise to be a good little harem-girl for my master and do my best to submissively pleasure him when I’m given the opportunity…”

In my vision I walked and looked behind the chair. I saw a set of printed papers on a small table behind the chair. The papers displayed a lengthy, carefully-crafted series of promises that my vision-self was sequentially reading to Megami. Megami didn’t know it, but the crushing promises she’d made so far were only a few of the many promises she would be forced to make tonight. Some of the later promises she would be making were especially humiliating, cruel, or vindictive. Megami would become ever more horrified tonight as she increasingly discovered how many promises she would be required to make.

I now understood what was going on. Megami is a genius. My future self had no doubt carefully crafted these promises to make them difficult to evade. I suspected that his entire harem had worked to help make these promises airtight. Even so, Megami’s extraordinary intellect might find a way around some promises or commands. It wouldn’t matter. Even if she found a way around some promises she made tonight, the sheer number of promises she was being forced to make, each with their wording variances, would keep her ensnared. Megami’s intellect was so great that she would easily remember every promise she was making now with perfect precision. Her great intellect was usually a source of her pride. Now her great intellect was being exploited against her. She would remember and be forced to obey every promise. When Megami was done reciting this lengthy set of promises, she would be deeply and humiliatingly enslaved with no possibility of escape.

Forcing Megami to make a large number of harsh carefully-crafted promises made sense to me. It’s what I would do. More accurately, it’s what I will do.

In my vision Ayano continued to stand over Megami. Ayano beamed with joy and malevolence as she watched Megami’s submission become all-encompassing and certain. Ayano continued to menacingly hold the strap high above Megami’s pussy. Ayano was ready to execute a brutal and lengthy whipping at the first sign of disobedience from Megami.

Ayano confidently stood in her own nakedness as she dominated over Megami. Ayano proudly displayed her perky breasts. Her nipples were raised and hard. Her smooth slit leaked from her sexually-charged excitement.

Ayano was terrifyingly beautiful. She looked like a nude vengeful goddess who was ensuring that this ritual sacrifice would complete perfectly. Megami continued to tearfully stare, in fear, at the strap raised high. Ayano’s long dark hair, unconstrained by any tie, gently waved behind her as she slowly alternated her weight between her feet. She was ensuring she stayed ready to pounce. Ayano’s vigilance was clearly unnecessary at this point, but she was taking no chances. Ayano was doing all she could to ensure that her new harem-sister would be fully submitted to me.

Megami begged, “oh god, please don’t make me promise anything more!”

My vision-self replied, “I’m disappointed in you. You agreed to repeat exactly what I told you. You don’t get to change your mind now. For that little outburst of yours, once we’re done with you making your promises, I will take you over my knee and give you a good long bare-ass paddling. We’ll follow that with cornertime. You’ll be on your knees with your nose in the corner and your hands on your head.”

He continued, “Tonight, if you complain again, or resist, or are slow to obey, or do anything other than be a completely submissive little cunt, Ayano will rain down hellfile on you for a long, long time. After that, I’ll force you to make your promises anyway. Ayano will also give you obedience training for the next three days so you’ll learn why you should improve your attitude.”

Megami miserably whimpered.

My vision-self continued, “It’s time for you to learn your place. You’ve been a stuck-up arrogant bitch all your life. That will change. You would be wiser to stop thinking about what you want, and instead focus yourself on how to please and pleasure me. In particular, I suggest you immediately make every promise I tell you to make tonight, without complaint, or I will make you deeply regret it. Am I clear, cunt?”

Megami’s face filled with terror. She pleaded, “YES, sir, yes, sir, I’ll do exactly as I’m told sir!”

My vision-self began to tell Megami her next promise. Megami, true to her word, obediently and fearfully made her next promise without delay or complaint.

My vision-self grinned and said, “that’s better. Clearly you need the threat of discipline to behave well. So from now on, to help you remember to behave properly, Ayano or I will whip your bare ass once a week for maintenance. If you ever again fail to be a submissive little cunt, in any way, I’ll give you lots of real discipline. Now, I’m going to tell you more promises. I suggest you demonstrate perfectly how a cunt should behave.”

Megami was thoroughly cowed. My vision-self began whispering in her ear. Megami committed herself to be scrupulously and immediately obedient tonight. The process of having Megami make promises began again. It continued, and continued, and continued.

Megami began sobbing between each promise she made, as she began to grasp the full inescapable depth of her endless humiliating enslavement. Her weeping face was the embodiment of horror and despair. My vision-self whispered yet another promise into her ear. She began to make that promise, fearing the consequences if she didn’t. She had no idea that there were many, so many, more unbreakable promises that she would be forced to make tonight.

My vision ended.

I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised. Ayano’s dark skills could be a foundation for anyone’s rise to greatness and worldly power. Ayano would do anything I asked. She had the skills to do the unpleasant tasks that were sometimes necessary for a man’s rise to great unchecked power.

I realized that present-time Ayano had fallen asleep next to me. I couldn’t blame her. It had been a busy day for her. She had earlier devoted all her efforts to primping herself for our date. I’d enslaved her and fucked her. This had probably taken a lot out of her. I gazed at her nubile naked body in appreciation. Her delightful bare breasts slowly rose and fell as she breathed. She was so beautiful.

Ayano, still asleep, unconsciously moved her hand across my body. With her hand she pulled me closer to her. She instinctively stretched her body against mine. I felt her breasts press against my chest. I felt her slit press against my leg. Her hand squeezed me even more tightly against her body. In her sleep she did her best to ensure there was no space between us.

After a moment, Ayano released me. She softly let out a happy feminine sigh as she did. Ayano continued to breathe slowly in her sleep. In, out. In, out. She fell into an even deeper sleep. Her face shifted into a subtle smile. Ayano seemed infinitely content and satisfied.

I slowly moved my hand, doing my best to not wake her. I began to run my fingers through her hair. Her French braid hairstyle was unusually fancy for her. I’d learned through pictures that Ayano usually wore a functional hairstyle, not a flattering one. I thought she’d look great if she let her hair down and grew it long. I was certain Ayano would gladly switch to any hairstyle I chose for her.

My future appeared to be exceedingly bright. I felt certain I would gain great worldly power over time. A harem of powerful girls, all subserviently obeying me, was a great way to build up my power. Ayano was the first member of my harem. I would ensure there would be many, many more.

THE END

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