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"You intend to place every item in the box outside the house, Susan. Every item. All the work-related stress. All the stress associated with running the inherited shop. All the stress associated with life. All the stress associated with the death of your husband. It all goes into the box outside. Every little item. Everything on the walls. Every piece of carpet. Every piece of furniture. Is it there?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now I want you to look at the box. It's emptiness, do you see it? Outside your house, outside your mind, there is only emptiness. Black. Empty. And you can see the box flying away, farther and farther, until it disappears into nothingness. Everything is gone. All that stress. Completely, irreversibly, forever. Isn't that true?"

"Yes, sir," she whimpered.

He reached forward and felt her arms, her thighs. There was no tension. No stress. No effort.

"Whom do you need to thank for this, Susan?"

"You, sir."

"That's right. I've freed you from all the troubles. Now I want you to look inside the house. There are new furniture now. Better. Better pictures on the walls, of you and me together. You can see them. Better plates in the kitchen. A better carpet on the floors. Better paint on the walls. You can see all of it. And everything is better because it arises from obeying my Will. It arises from the pleasure of understanding my thoughts, my desires, and doing what I say. Doesn't that make perfect sense, Susan?"

She slowly licked her lips. "Yes, sir."

"Pick up the vase there on the counter. Can you feel how it's made out of obedience? Pleasure? Can you feel how it's formed on an atomic level from the sick, hot, perfect shudder you experience when you suck my cock and take my cum into your stomach?"

What the fuck was he doing? Why couldn't he restrain himself? His cock was now in his hands. One hand stroked, the other swung a crystal. He was so fucking aroused. Precum shot out, gliding down his shaft and lubricating his thrusts.

"Yes, sir."

"Put the vase back. Sit on the couch. Lie down. It's made with the awareness that I am your Master. In fact, it's the entire room in your house. Knowing that I am your Lord. That you are my slave. That you can never be disobedient to me. You can never leave me. You will never hurt or sadden me. You will do everything in your power to please me at all times, won't you, Susan?"

"Yes, Master."

He took her hand and wrapped it around his former cock. "Do you feel it, Susan? Do you feel how hard I am for you?"

"Yes, Master."

"This is the foundation of your home. Your mind. Your thoughts. Your will. This is my cock and only my cock. No one else's. Never. Neither before nor after will you desire another cock in your life. This is it. This is the only one you need, the one you worship, the one you love with all your heart. Understanding this fills your heart with joy. Isn't that true?"

She stifled a joyful sob, and her smile remained. "Yes, Master!"

He stopped waving the crystal, putting it back in his pocket. Susan stroked it slowly, her face empty of any thoughts, any goals except her new Master. "Make me come, Susan. Make me cum like the good little servant you are."

Her hand worked up and down quickly, faster, faster. He was so close now.

Pleasure pulsed through his body. He was about to explode. "Fuck... fuck... suck me. Suck, Susan. Suck my cum."

"Y-yesss, Master!"

Her lips wrapped around his throbbing, spurting shaft, taking hot spurts of his precious cum on her face before finally slurping it all up on his shaft.

As he collapsed from exhaustion and excitement, he finally looked at Susan before him.

Adoration in her eyes. Open, heavy arousal.

Slowly, he lifted the pendant, wanting to mesmerize her again. Undo all of this. He had gone too far. All this talk of obedience to him, never leaving him... God, he was as transparent as can be.

But she stopped him, licking her lips and looking at the stone.

"Do you want to give it to me again, Master?" Her beautiful, silky voice was bliss. One he never wanted to let go.

"I... no." He shook his head. "No, I suppose not." "What's next, Master?"

That question frightened him. Like finding a bag full of millions of galleons in the middle of a war-torn country. He had nothing but possibilities in front of him, when less than an hour ago he had nothing.

AN HOUR LATER, he returned to the café. It was empty. It was just after lunch, and everyone had gone back to their tasks. There was only one customer left, probably drunk, with headphones on, slumped heavily against the window.

He instructed Susan to bring all her belongings to the workshop, giving her the address and key. And then he took her car, which, he now knew, was his car, whether he intended it or not—and drove to clear his head.

With Susan, his erection was at its best. It made him go deeper, harder, and stronger than he would have imagined at first.

But did Harry have to go that far? He had to conduct an investigation. He was given the keys to an entire kingdom of pussies.

And yes, it was about pussies. Pussies and money. He could have both. As much as he wanted. There was little standing in his way. He just had to make sure he was discreet. Quiet.

And then he would reclaim his life, one woman at a time. What would Rose think, he thought with a cruel smile, when he turned her into his perfect French maid? Maybe he would give her some firing words, so she would know who was what. Who was kicking whom out of whose life?

God, to see her beautiful face begging…

But. First, experiments. To make sure. One of the experiments was staying away from Susan for such a long time. He had to ensure that his influence on her would endure. She was supposed to go to the Mongolian shop and buy a cell phone, then send him text messages every twenty minutes. He needed to understand the precise limits of the artifact's power, and magical means of communication were not as precise.

His phone buzzed right on time:

I love you, Master. You are my everything.

And he didn't have to reply. That was power. The ability to ignore social conventions? Oh yes, indeed, it was power.

Behind the café counter stood the same barista as yesterday.

"It's empty," he said.

"Yes," she nodded, shrugging. "The boss has an hour break. It's basically just me and the coffee." Damn, she was sweet. Short red hair and a freckled face. The girl-next-door type. The kind of wonderfully adorable girl who would be Harry's best friend but never want to sleep with him. He always attracted darker, more fiercely sexual women. The ones who wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to fuck them. It was a fierce battle, and he mostly enjoyed it.

Before meeting the barista, Harry wasn't sure why he was here. But now he knew. He was a slave to his subconscious—and soon this girl would be too.

He ordered a coffee and asked her to bring it to him when it was ready. She flinched but agreed. Apparently, she didn't remember seeing him yesterday. He found a spot near the back, away from the entrance and windows. There were a few tables for card games in the back. The café occasionally hosted board game nights.

After a few minutes, she came with the coffee. "Anything else?"

With an undertone of reservation in her tone—better not be.

"Oh, yes. I'll give you a tip."

Her face brightened for a moment, and he took out the pendant from his pocket.

Instantly, her face fell. He guided her to sit down and slowly started massaging her hand with his fingers, still swaying the crystal.

Dull force. That was the method. "You're desperate to suck my cock. Truly, utterly desperate. You can't explain it, but you don't care. You know that if you don't give me a blowjob and swallow every drop of my cum, you'll go crazy. It excites you more than you can imagine. You know that just doing it once will satisfy you forever. For the rest of your life.

Your body is burning with desire at the mere thought of it. Your pussy is dripping. Your nipples are becoming more erect. Your mouth is salivating. You need it. You need my cum, and you need it badly. You're hungry, like you would be for food after not eating for two consecutive days. You know that the only way you'll ever climax, for now, is by sucking my cock. It doesn't matter if I say yes or no. You know you'll have to do it, even if I don't allow you. The moment I snap my fingers, you'll be fully aware of all this, but you won't remember my pendant or wonder why you feel this way. When I snap my fingers again, you'll learn everything we've done."

Smiling, Harry tucked away the pendant. Her face followed him, pouting slightly as it disappeared into his jacket. Then he snapped his fingers.

The barista's eyes slowly lit up. The flames of desire ignited and burned fiercely.

"Hi," she said, pushing the table aside. It expanded into the dining area, knocking over a few other chairs. "Hi. I'm... hi."

She was now between his legs. Her hands roamed up and down his thighs. She took a deep, sucking breath, her eyes glazed over.

"I have to... I have to... I have to..."

She struggled to speak without salivating. She constantly licked her lips, but the saliva slid down her soft lips onto her breasts, soaking into her blouse.

"Hey," he said, quite amused. "What does all this mean?"

He still fumbled with his zipper, trying to undo it. "Please, please..."

Her mouth protrude forward, pressing against his crotch, gently nibbling to pull the fabric away.

He realized she was too aroused to think. She couldn't even manage to unzip his fly.

Her voice became very soft. "Please." Harry smiled and unzipped his pants. "Here you go, my dear." "Thank you!"

She threw herself into his lap, forcefully tearing off his pants. Her young lips slurped on his penis, taking it all in her mouth. It quickly became hard and ready for the ride. She put her whole self into sucking, practically fucking her own mouth with his cock. It felt almost like a living dildo. Moaning, her feet thrashed in every direction as she continued to slurp and drool, kissing and worshiping his cock with everything she had. The tight, warm suction enveloped his cock. Her breasts spread out on his legs, and his hands pressed deep into her hair and back. It was the most enthusiastic, hot, and passionate cock-sucking session he had ever had in his life.

No one was watching. No one saw. It was just him and her. Her moans grew more intense, and Harry struggled to maintain his level of excitement. Fuck, he could come down her throat. Straight into her beautiful, little throat, and she would thank him for the privilege.

She would have to thank him. She had to thank him.

"Fuck me," he grunted, squirming in his seat. "I'm going to come, baby. Fuck... I'll give you my load, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

His seed shot into her, splashing the back of her throat and flowing heavily down to her stomach. As he climaxed, she climaxed, rocking her hips, tears of joy streaming down her face as she sucked up his load.

Slowly, almost mournfully, she kissed his cock and licked it clean, taking in every last taste available to her.

"Thank you," she whimpered. "Thank you so much, THANK YOU."

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