Midas' Touch

Twisted Mind

As the sun rose and cast its golden rays across the room, Brandon stirred from his slumber. With a sense of purpose, he made his way to the kitchen and began preparing breakfast for Natalie. After cooking a simple meal, he walked to his sister's room and checked on her, making sure she couldn't escape her restraints. Placing the plate of food next to the bed, he adjusted the buzzing vibrator inside his sister. Eliciting moans of pleasure from her bound formed.

With his books in hand, Brandon began his daily trek to his classes. However, he found it difficult to focus as his mind wandered to thoughts of the women in his life and the experiments he could conduct on them. He thought about how he could manipulate their stats to better suit his desires. Once classes ended, he went straight to Lisa and Chelsea's dorm room. Upon arrival, he was greeted by their alluring naked bodies. Their passionate moans and gasps quickly echoed throughout the room as he skillfully directed their movements to fulfill his every fantasy.

He then returned to his secluded home, where Natalie was eagerly awaiting his return. As the days went by, she became more submissive and compliant under his careful guidance. No longer in her previous dominant role, she now had a desperate longing to serve him. Her once defiant gaze now held only adoration for him. And gradually, she began taking charge in serving him without hesitation.

"Master, I have reached a level of strength that will allow you to claim another woman." The voice informed.

"Good to know."

Brandon nodded in acknowledgement and turned his gaze towards Natalie, who lay on the bed in exhaustion after fulfilling his needs. He reached for her wrist and felt a surge of energy pass from his wrist to hers as their bond solidified.

"Lust: 93/100, Loyalty: 95/100, Self-control: 63/100, Submissive: 98/100."

The numbers appeared in his mind.

"Interesting," he mused aloud. "There's no stat for affection or jealousy."

"Indeed, master," replied the voice in his head. "As you have trained Ms. Natalie, her mind has become twisted, and such emotions have become irrelevant."

"Twisted, huh?" Brandon said, smirking at the thought. His gaze slid back to Natalie, who lay bound on the bed, her eyes glazed with desire and submission.

"From now on, you are my slave. And you will call me Master from now on."

Natalie nodded, her cheeks flushed with anticipation. "Yes, Master."

"Good girl." He proceeded to untie her, freeing her from the restraints that bound her limbs. "And every morning, you will wake me up with your mouth."

"As you wish, master." Natalie rubbed her wrists, grateful for the freedom.

With a sense of assurance that the bond between them was strong enough, Brandon retreated to his room, knowing she wouldn't make an attempt at escape.

*****

The morning sun crept through the blinds, casting soft golden rays across Brandon's face as he awoke to a warm wetness enveloping him. His eyes snapped open, his heart pounding in sudden realization. Natalie had followed his command, her full lips wrapped around his morning arousal as she sucked gently yet fervently.

"Ah, fuck..." he groaned, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him. He could feel her tongue swirling around him, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. The intoxicating power he held over her fueled his lust, and with each bob of her head, he grew closer to the edge.

"I'm about to cum." He warned. "And I want you swallow all of them."

Natalie didn't break pace, only nodded in understanding as her actions grew more determined. The intimate act of submission stirred a warmth through Brandon's body as he drowned in the waves of pleasure she was bestowing upon him, ultimately crashing into an explosive climax that she obediently took.

"Good girl," he praised, savoring the control he had over her. His gaze drifted down to where she was playing with herself, the vibrator buzzing softly between her thighs.

"Remove that," he instructed, pointing at the vibrator. "I'm going to fuck you."

"Y-yes, Master," she stammered, her hands trembling slightly as she complied.

Natalie's body trembled with anticipation as she took the toy out, fully submitting to Brandon's commands. A wicked smile crossed his face as he allowed her to straddle him and enter him slowly. He savored the sensation of her tightness surrounding him. The moan that escaped her only heightened his own pleasure.

"Ride me," he commands, his voice barely more than a growl. "Show me how much you crave this."

Natalie hesitated for only a moment before she pushed herself up, straddling him. Brandon watched the hunger in her eyes, the way her body moved with newfound confidence, and felt a surge of satisfaction. With each roll of her hips, he lost himself further in the pleasure, the power he held over her consuming him.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, gripping her hips tightly as she rode him with abandon. "That's it... You are mine... sister...serving me... like you should be..."

"Yes... Master..."

Her breathy moans mingled with the sound of their bodies colliding, creating a symphony of lust that echoed through the room. As her pace quickens, Brandon could feel the pressure building within him, the need for released growing ever more urgent.

"Are you close?" he asked, his thoughts focused solely on the pleasure they're sharing. "Tell me when you're about to come."

"Y-yes, I'm close, Master," she gasped, her nails digging into his chest as she neared her peak.

"Good," he growled, the possessive thrill coursing through him. "I want us to come together."

With one final, desperate thrust, they both found release - a wave of ecstasy washing over them as they cling to each other, their cries of passion filling the air. The intensity of their connection leaves them both breathless, spent.

As they lay twisted together, the heaviness of the day started to weigh on Brandon's mind. He was aware that he needed to leave soon for his classes. His thoughts drifted to Lisa and Chelsea; their images filled his mind. Lately, he had used up a lot of points to decrease their jealousy levels. Maybe he should ask them over today and let them have some fun with Natalie.

"I need you to clean up the apartment before I get back." he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "We're having guests tonight."