We let Nara go the next day - I'd primed her to be ready for it more or less since around the same time Sonya entered my sights - and replaced her with five additional bodies from Sonya, bringing the total in the house up to six. Of course, Sonya didn't actually need that many to help with the kids, but there were other fun uses to put them to. Most particularly, implanting the commands in her mind.
"You remember that roleplay where I was a mind controlling superhero?" I asked.
"Were you a superhero?" She teased, a little smile on her lips. "But yes, I remember, Papi."
"I've had a fantasy for quite some time, of a harem of mind controlled slaves," I lied to her. In all honesty, mind control had (and has) no particular fetishistic quality to it, at least beyond the way it makes Elizabeth delighted. That's fun. The rest, well, it's like having a fetish for pickup lines. "I'd always assumed I could never indulge it properly, but with you and your power..." I started.
"That sounds like fun, Papi."
"Leave two bodies to help Elizabeth with the kids," I said. "Bring the rest here."
She nodded; soon, I was surrounded by four buxom Latina slaves. They knelt before me, prostrating themselves. I had them strip naked and wrote on each of their backsides a number, nominally to degrade them as Slave Number 1, 2, 3, and 4, but practically so I wouldn't get confused when I was inserting commands.
That particular sexual exercise very much tasked my endurance, but Sonya was willing to undergo significant periods of no actual intercourse, so I could just recline and get a massage while some of her bodies collected food or water for me to eat or drink.
The commands themselves were fairly straightforward, derived from what I'd learned with Elizabeth.
"That's it, Slave Number One. Suck my cock just like that. You're my obedient, mindfucked slave, aren't you? You'll never take any action to hurt me for anything I do with my mind control power, will you?" She nodded along in response to the questions, playing her role admirably.
"You love being mind controlled by me. You want me to edit your mind however I like. You want to be my mind slave," I told Slave Number Two an hour later.
"You will never tell anyone that I mind control people. It's a secret, just between you and your fellow slaves," I explained to Slave Number Three an hour after that.
"Being controlled by me is calming. Soothing. My control of people's minds is nothing to get angry about," I finished off on Slave Number Four, three hours after getting started.
The advantage of having Sonya's multiple bodies at my easy disposal is obvious - I could absolutely dominate her in a far shorter period of time than I'd been able to with Elizabeth, now that I had easy access to her.
I woke up the next morning to Elizabeth sucking me off, while one of Sonya's bodies rested, snuggled against me. Elizabeth seemed to delight in drawing out her blowjob, not going too far to avoid letting Sonya notice and wake up. She managed to orgasm three times before Sonya's eyes finally fluttered open, and she mumbled a little against me.
"Hey, Papi," she said, her voice quiet. "Last night was really hot," she said, kissing at my neck, pressing her tits into my chest with obvious intent. She was trying to get my attention away from Elizabeth, something that made Elizabeth up her pace, fucking her throat on my cock. "Wouldn't it be amazing if it were real?" She asked. "If you really could just mind control me into doing and thinking whatever you wanted." She smiled a little at that, and Elizabeth popped off my cock, stroking me as she looked up at me, an expression of curiosity on her face, wondering just how far along Sonya was.
"What if I told you I'd done it already?" I said, half teasing.
Sonya laughed at that. "Yeah, come on, Papi," she said. She kissed my neck. "Mm, well, I'd say thank you, I suppose. I want you to edit my mind however you like." She licked her lips. "While I was sleeping, that kept going through my head. It's not a sex thing, really, it's not like it makes me horny, but it just seems... appropriate. Like, I'm your slave, you know? So my mind ought to be yours too, just like my body is."
"So you wouldn't be angry," I confirmed. She shook her head. "Wouldn't do anything about it." She shook her head again. "You'd completely, absolutely accept that I could alter your mind however I liked, and there was nothing wrong with that?" She nodded. "Even if I'd been doing it from the day we'd met?"
She shrugged. "Who cares, Papi? Like I said, it'd be fine. Not like that really happened, though."
I reached down for Elizabeth's head, dragging her back towards my cock. "It sounds almost like you wish that I had mind controlled you," I teased, kissing her lips softly. My middle finger tapped at Elizabeth's scalp as I quietly added the command to Sonya, and my wife promptly came like that, my dick buried inside her throat, her whole body twitching as she sucked me off.
I soon had Sonya join her, naturally, and enjoyed a long, drawn out blowjob, my wife working her hardest to make absolutely certain that I didn't come, teasing me and really drawing it out for the sake of letting the command settle. It was exquisite, even though I was often tempted to just grab her hair in a ponytail and fuck her throat. When I finally came, Elizabeth dragged Sonya to push her cheek against her own, letting my load spray across the two's faces beautifully, sticky strings of cum stretching from Sonya's golden olive cheek over to Elizabeth's pale skin.
"Bring another body here," I commanded Sonya, almost the moment after I was done erupting.
She smiled. "Sure thing, Papi," she said. She hefted up her tits, as if to draw my eyes towards them, and I reached for them, groping and squeezing their soft and doughy flesh between my fingers as we waited for her next body to arrive.
"Clean Sonya's face, Ellie," I commanded my wife. Without even needing further instruction, she leaned in, licking up the cum from Sonya's cheeks and lips and nostril, scooping it away with her mouth and tongue, sucking and slurping it away. Sonya came like that, shuddering as I groped her tits and Elizabeth tongue-cleaned her face.
When her other body arrived in the bedroom, I pulled her away, standing up and stretching for the moment. "You," I said, pointing to the body that had just been fellating me, "get on your hands and knees on the floor." She obeyed, and I took my seat - on her back, putting my full weight down on her. Her body quivered from my weight, but she didn't resist, didn't even complain. If anything, a cursory glance at her expression showed she was enjoying being degraded like this. My cock was rock hard between my thighs as I turned my eyes over to Sonya's fresh body. "I'd like a second blowjob this morning," I told her, with a smile.
"Ah, sure thing, Papi," she said, hurriedly moving down between my thighs, taking my dick into her mouth - Elizabeth had jealously guarded that role when she was doing her exquisitely long blowjob, so Sonya was eager to get a chance. She reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up past her tits, and I got to see that she hadn't been wearing a bra, as she exposed those delightful fat tits of hers to my sight.
Elizabeth watched, reclining naked on the bed for a bit, quietly scooping bits of cum into her mouth as she lovingly gazed down at my groin. Sonya was roughly grinding her nostrils into my pubes, as if insisting on receiving my attention, and my gaze turned back to our new slave. I ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying her expression as she looked up at me, and one hand reached down to grope her tit, making her shudder a little. "You got really hot to our little mind control game yesterday, didn't you?" I asked.
She answered from beneath me, her other mouth continuing to slurp on the base of my dick. "It was fun, Papi."
"You seemed to be having a little more than just fun," I said, absently gripping the back of her head between my thighs and just fucking her throat roughly. She gurgled on my cock, the glug-glugs of me repeatedly penetrating her throat music to my ears. "Especially given your idle fantasies this morning. It certainly seemed like the thought of me mind controlling you is incredibly arousing to you." As I spoke absently to one body (which I was using as a chair), I roughly used the other's throat, and there was something simply exquisite about it.
"It was pretty hot," she admitted from beneath me. I ground her nostrils into my pubes, squeezing her tit as I chokefucked her on my cock. The thought that I could literally use her like this to the point that she choked into unconsciousness without even worrying about her well-being made my dick throb in her mouth.
"Ellie," I said to my wife, who by this point had cleaned her face completely clear of any of my cum, slurping it up with those beautiful lips of hers, "I think that getting a solo blowjob from Sonya just isn't quite the same as getting one from my wife. She's just not that good at sucking cock." The burn of humiliation on Sonya's lips was an exquisite sight, and my wife soon was kneeling before me.
Rather than sucking me off herself, though, she started by simply gripping the back of Sonya's head and roughly facefucking her up and down my cock, one hand sliding down between Sonya's thighs. "You used to be top bitch," Elizabeth half growled in her ear. "Queen Neith. Now you're just Franklin's slave." She gave Sonya a spanking, and Sonya promptly came, gurgling on my dick as Elizabeth ground her into my groin once more, twisting her head this way and that, making her tongue stud run along the underside of my cock, causing me to shudder and twitch in pleasure.
Then she yanked Sonya off and slurped my dick down herself, quickly enveloping my cock. Sonya shuddered a little as she recovered from her orgasm, and when she had, she pulled her shirt the rest of the way off, leaving her tits completely free, her cross tattoo drawing my eye. My wife's fellatio was exquisitely thorough, tongue sliding around the underside of my dick as she stared up at me, nostrils flaring, cheeks warm as she worked her way up and down my dick.
She soon reached back for Sonya, grabbing the back of our slave's head and dragging her downward, forcing her to tongue my balls, that lovely little tongue stud of hers working overtime. The body beneath me quivered a bit as she struggled to maintain my wait, whimpering a bit, and I absently reached over to run my fingers through her short blue hair, petting her absently as I continued to rest my full weight on her backside. With my other hand, I reached over to her cunt, fingering her, and she shuddered a bit as she struggled to stay upright.
Sonya's power made all sorts of lewd, degrading treatment not only possible, but easy. Elizabeth pulled her off my balls, and the two worked together to lick along my dick. All the while, hands absently roamed either of Sonya's bodies, groping or squeezing tits or thighs or butts, enjoying her little shudders of pleasure, the extreme sensitivity that she'd been made to develop meaning that even being simply used like this was pleasurable to her. Elizabeth came numerous times, thanks to the command that made her orgasm from fellatio alone; Sonya, on the other hand, took a bit more time and effort, more groping and squeezing and playing to make her orgasm properly.
When I finally ejaculated, I milked out every last drop into Sonya's waiting mouth, and commanded her to hold it on her tongue. She nodded, and I finally stood up off her kneeling body, which promptly collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. "You did good, Sonya. This body," I said, pointing to the one with my cum in its mouth, "is to strip the rest of the way and follow me on hands and knees in case I want another blowjob."
Her cheeks burned, but she nodded. The command was really more to make sure she stayed near me, close enough for my power to work, but it was still absolutely incredible to have a former gang leader naked on her hands and knees, wandering around the house like a lewd little fuckpet. I left her to swill my cum on her tongue for a good hour before I finally let her swallow. Almost immediately thereafter, I had her suck me off again as Elizabeth served me breakfast, Sonya's fleet of bodies meaning that Elizabeth could spend more time doting on me, like she had back before Stephanie's birth.
I actually had a third body arrive during that blowjob, having her sit across from me and enjoying a casual conversation with her. Eventually, I drew the conversation back to her former gang. "I'm curious how the Latin Royal Lions read the Bible to ignore the obvious quietist tendencies in it," I prompted.
"Quietist?" She asked.
"Submissive in the face of authority, rather than revolutionary or rebellious," I explained.
"Bible says to do what's right," she said, as a bland half-hearted counter, clearly not even really engaging with me. I suspected her beliefs weren't particularly grounded in scripture, not in the sense that she didn't know the Bible that well, but in the sense that some kind of Protestant literalist reading of the Bible wasn't terribly relevant to how she conceptualized the divine.
"Sure, but it also says that obeying those of temporal authority is good. Give unto Caesar what is Caesar's, slaves obey your masters, we have been called upon to live in peace, that kind of thing. I mean, I was just reading, and for example, don't you think that Colossians 3:22 is divinely inspired guidance for you in particular? I mean, 'Slaves, obey your Earthly masters in everything; and do it, not only when their eye is on you and to curry their favor, but with sincerity of heart and reverence for the Lord.' Seems pretty clear."
She shifted her weight a little, a certain flush to her cheeks as I spoke. "Maybe, Papi," she said, with a little smile. "I mean, I do that anyway, though, so it's no big deal."
"Perhaps," I agreed. Rather than continuing to discuss her unusual religious views, I idly shifted my hand down to grab the head between my thighs and grind it down on my cock, groaning for a moment as I bottomed out in her throat before releasing. Then I changed the conversation. "How is Stephanie doing?"
"She's having fun playing with me right now," Sonya said. "I think Charlie needs his Mama, though," she said, glancing over at Elizabeth. "I need to get to inducing lactation to help you out."
Elizabeth wore a pleasant smile at that thought. "That's very thoughtful of you, Sonya. You should do that." She leaned over to kiss my cheek. "How long?" She whispered in my ear, the implications obvious to me - how long until we revealed to Sonya the truth of her condition.
"Tomorrow," I told her, and Elizabeth nodded, smiling as she headed upstairs to go breastfeed Charlie.
Sonya and I enjoyed pleasant breakfast conversation while one of her bodies continued to lovingly suck me off between my legs. The fact that I'd already come twice this morning helped me keep going.
The next day, I was woken up by the feeling of Sonya's lips pressing against my chest. My wife was kneeling next to me, her nostrils flaring as she held the back of Sonya's head, slowly dragging her downward. "Now?" She breathed out, clearly incredibly aroused by the thought of finalizing my control and domination of Sonya.
"Sonya," I said, and Elizabeth let her head up. "How do you feel about me mind controlling you?"
"Ah, it's a really hot fantasy," she breathed out. "I wish it was real." She licked her lips. "It'd be so hot."
"It is real, Sonya," I told her. "I've been mind controlling you since the moment you met."
"That's so hot, Papi," she breathed, clearly not believing me, thinking that this was fun roleplaying.
"It's the truth. Ellie here," I said, jerking my head towards her, "is the Ruby Shield. I mind controlled her into falling in love with me and becoming my domesticated little housewife."
My wife leaned down, kissing my cheek sweetly. "And I'm so much the happier for it."
"She spotted you on the television and suggested I mind control you," I explained to Sonya, who seemed to struggle for a moment to process what I was saying.
"What, for real, Papi?" She asked, blinking quickly.
"For real. You don't have any problems with that, do you?"
"No," she said, shaking her head. She licked her lips. "Fuck, that's hot," she breathed out.
"Reward him," Elizabeth said, in an imperious tone of voice. "Show him how grateful you are, that he changed your thoughts and mind around so you went from Queen Neith to his loving little slave, and suck him dry."
Obediently, Sonya moved to slurp my dick into her mouth, and gave me an absolutely exquisite, long, loving blowjob, as I made out with my wife.
It was heaven.
Once I'd splattered a thick load of cum all over Sonya's face, I broke off my kiss with Elizabeth to turn my attention down to her. She panted a little as she recovered from her long, somewhat rough blowjob. "Sonya, since you now understand things, I was thinking it would be nice for us to go on a date together again. I don't want you to feel like I don't care about you," I noted. "We'll go out tonight, just the two of us. Ellie, I trust you can keep the house from burning down while we're gone?"
Elizabeth giggled and kissed me. "Of course, darling." She turned her gaze down to Sonya. "Do you have something nice to wear?"
"Ah, yeah, I got some nicer dresses, ma'am," Sonya said, and Elizabeth smiled at that.
"Good. Go pick one out." Sonya nodded, getting off the bed and heading towards the bathroom. "Did I say to clean your face first?" Elizabeth's voice was sharp, and Sonya stopped, blushing a bit, but shook her head. "Then pick it out. You can clean your face once you're done."
At that point, Elizabeth leaned down over my groin and started to lick my cock again, blue eyes staring up at me as she worked to get me hard again so she could suck me off properly. There was a certain possessive glint in her eyes as she smiled up at me, as if she wanted to be reassured that she was a much better fellatrix than Sonya. Accordingly, I ran my fingers through her hair dotingly and told her how great she was until I finally unloaded in her mouth. She took it all.