Discipline and Reward: Chapter 12 Posted

Discipline and Reward, Chapter 12, is now posted on the Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive.

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Excerpt:

“Your drink, S-sir.”

“I like you like this, Majestic Tits,” He touches her face, her chin. He examines her necklace, “Your Master has adorned you nicely, slave. I approve.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Now she presents to me, “Your drink, My Lord.” In her eyes a silent plea for help goes apparently unnoticed. She can’t think of anything else to do, so she sits at my feet and hugs my leg. She stares at Ares with eyes of fear as though he were a cobra ready to strike.

“So, um, Master,” again Ares says the word like a nasty taste, “How did you do it? How did you tame this insufferable bitch.“

“How did I get you to join me for dinner? Why do you call me ‘Master’?”

“Yes. That whole body-swapping thing. It’s a useful trick. But now I’m here in my body. Your slave seems to understand what that means better than you do.” Cindi has turned as pale as her complexion with allow. She is shaking like a leaf. Her fingers are digging into my leg painfully. I’m a solid lamppost to cling to in her own personal hurricane.

“Excuse us, Cindi,” I say, “we’ll be right back.”

Suddenly, from Cindi’s perspective, the man she is holding is no longer Her Lord. It’s the same body, of course, but the person inside it clearly is not me. And the man she sees across from her is somehow softer—feminine?—and certainly no longer Ares. Other people are inhabiting both of those shells now. They speak to each other—angrily?—in some language Cindi doesn’t know.

Then the man in my (Greg Wolfe’s) body says in heavily accented English, “My wife would like you to let go of my leg. I, on other hand, do not mind at all.”