Vibe Check Ch. 04

Author's note: I always appreciate any feedback, and read every comment. If anyone is interested in being an editor/proofreading my stories message me through here, or if you know someone who is too. Once again any characters participating in sexual acts are 18 yrs or older. I know I thanked Menoetes for his advice in my last story, but wanted to do so again in this one as well. It really was tremendously helpful. Sorry it took so long for me to finish this story. Life has been a little hectic as of late.

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I was awakened the next morning by the alarm on my phone going off telling me it was time to get ready for work. I was able to turn it off with one hand. Looking down I saw Angelica's head resting on my chest. One of her legs was thrown over my hips so that she was essentially laying on top of me. Her breasts pressed into my chest as a cushion. I could also feel my morning wood. It was standing straight up. It was between her legs, and looking down over her back I could see the tip sticking up between her ass cheeks.

After several seconds of consideration I decided on how I'd wake her up. Using my hands on her hips, and ass as gently & firmly as I could I maneuvered her into position. I also had to move my hips some too. Lifting my head, and shoulders off the bed I was able to get the couple of extra inches in arm reach I needed to make sure I was in the right spot. The right spot being with my dick head at the entrance to her pussy.

Once there I slowly slid into her tight pussy. It was a little harder than normal at first. I started by pulling out as much as I could then slowly working myself back into her. It didn't take long for her body to react. I could feel her nipples stiffen between us. Her pussy got both tighter, and wetter. Soft moans began escaping her lips. Her hips started working in motion with my thrusts. I began to increase my speed. Slowly at first.

After a couple of minutes Angelica's eyes fluttered open. It took maybe 30 seconds for her to realize what was going on. Looking up at me into my eyes "Good morning my Master. Why don't you let your slave finish this for you?" she said with a Cheshire cat's grin. As she spoke she used her hands on my chest to push herself up into a cow girl position.

She then began riding me like it was all that mattered to her. She raised herself to till just the tip of my cock was in her, slam all the way back down, move her hips in a circle, and then repeat. You could tell she wanted it to be slow, but her excitement over took her. She was soon going as fast as she could. I'd placed my hands on her hips with my thumbs near her pussy. When I saw her first orgasm breaking I moved one of my thumbs so that I could rub her clit with it as she rode me.

This kicked her orgasm up to an unexpected level. She slammed down on my cock, rolled forward placing her hands on my chest to stop herself from collapsing, digging her nails into my skin almost to the point of drawing blood, and I could feel her cum soaking my stomach and balls.

During her orgasm I never once stopped stimulating her clit with my thumb or my own thrusting into her. A second orgasm hit her right as the first ended. This time she flung her head back, bowing her body, and had to place her hands on my shins so she didn't fall my cock, the bed, or both. As she threw her head back she screamed "OH MY GOD MASTER!! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM SO MUCH I THINK MY MIND MAY BREAK!! PLEASE FUCK ME LIKE THIS FOREVER MASTER!!"

I obliged her. After her second orgasm she regained enough self control to resume riding my cock. Her need to be fucked over powered all her other thoughts. It was her only purpose at that moment. Given both of our paces it didn't take long before I was ready to burst. I came in her feeling my cum shoot deep inside her. When I did she slammed on me as hard as she could. I could feel her pussy spasming around me like a greedy child trying to get every drop it could from my cock. Her whole body was trembling, and she collapsed forward onto my chest. My cock still inside her. Thankfully her voluptuous tits cushioned her fall, and prevented any damage to either of us. My spent cock stayed inside her until softened enough to pop out on its own.

"As much as I'd love to use my Slave for her purpose all day, and fill you with as much cum as I could, I have to shower for work. You can join me if you'd like Slave, but I know I've used you a lot so if you need to stay in bed to rest I understand." I told her.

Immediately her attitude changed from contented bliss to righteous indignation. She lifted her head to look me in the eyes. "It is a slave's duty to spend every possible second by her Master's side serving him to the best of her abilities. I will join you, Master." She said with determination.

It was the reaction I had expected from such a good and loyal Slave as Angelica. "Alright then. Let us go to the shower Slave. Lead the way." I commanded with a smile.

Angelica rose heading towards the shower. I watched the way her ass swayed as I followed behind her. All sorts of ideas chasing each other around my head as I did. When we got to the shower stall I was surprised to learn it had one of those waterfall shower heads. We stepped into the shower, and Angelica got the water to the perfect temperature. Hot, but not so hot it scalded you.

"Master, please let me wash you? I beg you." Angelica asked with eagerness in her voice, and a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Very well Slave." Was my reply.

She wasted no time soaping me up with her bare hands. Using her hands, and the rest of her body to lather me up. She started at my neck working down my arms, and chest. Using those full lovely tits of hers to rub the soap in not just her hands. It took only a few minutes for my cock to come back to life. Once it had she looked up at me with that mischievous look in her eyes. "I guess I should move onto your lower half now, Master." She said as she lightly stroked my cock.

She then turned around to get more soap. As she did she pressed ass against me. Trapping my cock between her ass cheeks, and my stomach. She also made a show of rubbing her ass up and down my rock hard shaft as she did. I knew what she intended. She clearly thought she'd get to give me another blow job, but I decided to derail those plans.

I waited till her ass was sliding up my shaft. As it neared the tip I slid my hips down and back so the head of my cock was on her pussy. I then grabbed both her arms above the elbows, and thrust my cock all the way into her. It happened so fast she barely had to register what was happening. There was no slow build up this time. I started hard and fast. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. Not like a person, or a partner. I fucked her like she was a thing whose sole purpose was to make me cum. Not just with my hips. I used my grip on her arms to pull her into me with each thrust too.

Soon the sounds of are bodies smacking together as I fucked my Slave drowned out all the other noise. Then she started cumming. She started cumming, and didn't stop. She threw her head back, and began screaming her pleasure. In the confines of the shower stall they echoed back at us so loud no single words could be understood. It was just one cacophonous symphony of pleasure. Despite having just filled her with one of my loads so shortly before it was all so overstimulating I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

Sure enough I felt the familiar tingling in my balls. With one final thrust I buried myself all the way inside of her. Still using her arms to pull her into me as I did. If I'd been capable of any thoughts beyond filling her hot tight pussy with my cum I might have worried about dislocating her arms. Angelica had an orgasm so powerful when I came in her that it almost resulted in serious injury. She her head snapped forward, and her feet came off the floor as she basically curled up into the fetal position with intensity of the orgasm. The only things supporting her were where I had hold of her arms, and my cock pumping a load of cum into her pussy. The only thing that saved us was whatever non-stick substance had been put on the floor.

As I finished cumming I lowered myself to my knees, and Angelica to the floor of the shower. My cock slid out of her causing a tremor to run through her body as it did. Some of my cum started leaking out of her, but you could see her pussy clenching like it was trying to keep it inside her.

I rose and continued my shower. After several minutes she rose to a seated position. Looking up at me she said "I had planned to have your load for breakfast Master, but that was so much better. I swear Master that you shattered my mind for a minute there. I didn't think it was possible to cum so hard. Thank you a thousand times Master." She said it with such sincerity that I couldn't help, but smile at her.

"I know what you were planning Slave. However, I decided to remind you once again I am in charge, and that you exist solely for my pleasure. Continue to serve me as you have though Slave, and you will continue to experience the same." Was my reply.

After that we finished our shower fairly quickly. While I was getting ready to leave Angelica asked "When will we be able to spend time together again Master?"

I thought for a moment before answering "I am off tomorrow, but if things go as I hope I will be breaking in my new... recruit. I think for that, it would be best if it was just me. However, I am off again on Wednesday. If things go well though I think you would be ready to properly welcome our new recruit that day."

She clearly had mixed feelings about it. The only negative emotions though were that she wouldn't be there to help me break Isabela or get to see me. I noted with pleasure though there was no jealousy I could detect. "In that case, Master I hope everything goes well. I look forward to meeting them on Wednesday."

I was able to tell she meant it. "Don't worry Slave. You'll have a task to occupy your time with. I want you to gather intel on Mai. See if she's fit. She's clearly attracted to you. However she'll have to submit to me, and then you. If she has no interest in men sadly it may not be possible for her to join us. If she seems like she'd be a good fit then try to lay the groundwork for a meet up to break her in. You're allowed to meet with her between now, and Wednesday. Under no circumstance though are you to have sex with her. The most you may do is some light touching and kissing. Do you understand Slave?" I instructed her.

Angelica sat silently for a moment clearly trying to think of a loophole. Unable to come up with one after a couple of seconds she replied sounding a little sad "Yes Master. As you wish."

"Sadly my Slave I must now leave for work. Behave, and follow my instructions till I see you again. Alright Slave? We'll message to keep each other updated." I told her.

"Ok Master." she said as she pressed herself into me leaning up for a kiss. I obliged her. Kissing her passionately I grabbed her ass pulling her into me as we did.

I had to break the kiss off. "As much as I would love to use all day again and again I have to leave for work now Slave. I'll see you on Wednesday, my most loyal Slave." I told her.

With that I left for work. I arrived just before the time my shift started. Thankfully it looked like we weren't going to be too busy... until I heard something that made my blood run cold. "Hey, Malcolm since we aren't busy I cut one of the other cashiers. So it'll be you, and the new kid. Plus self checkout I guess." The Lawman told me with a chuckle. He meant well. He really did, which is why I couldn't get mad. However, within almost 10 mins of those fated words I immediately was mobbed by a horde of people who decided to do some late night grocery shopping. My mood started growing fowler by the moment. Like watching a storm build up and knowing when it broke there would be a high risk of either fires from lightning or flash floods from rain.

Fortunately I made it through the rest of my shift without the storm breaking so to speak. I clocked out, and started the journey home. When I arrived my rage had dissipated a little bit, but not very much. Meaning there were little things I normally would have noticed, but missed initially. The first was that my parents car was gone meaning Isabela was most likely the only one home. The second was I didn't feel the link to Isabela reconnect. Blithely unaware of these 2 facts I walked in the front door to my home.

As soon as I entered I was confronted by Isabela. She was wearing a t-shirt short enough it exposed an inch or so of skin above the boxer shorts she was wearing beneath it. "About time you got home. Mom and Dad had to go help Uncle Ricky with his ranch. He apparently got hurt doing something so they went to see how bad it was. Anyways they left without making me dinner, and since you always make food when you get home make me something too." she said imperiously.

Uncle Ricky was Isabela's Uncle. He was a pretty cool dude. He owned a horse ranch with a bunch of land about 5 hours away by car. He had made a pretty diversified business out of it. He did trail rides, breeding, rented out some stalls, owned a couple of race horses, had some training programs, and stuff with at risk youth/handicapped kids. He always joked it was for the tax break, but watching him with those kids it was clear he did it because he liked helping them.

Before I was hit with the vibe of Isabela standing on a platform in front of her throne giving orders to a servant I at least registered that meant it most likely would be just me and Isabela for the next couple of days. Her attitude however, was the thing that made the storm finally break. Prior to my time with Angelica I'd begun to forget how much of a bitch Isabela had been to me given how her alterations had been going. Now though all those feelings came flooding back combined with my pent up rage from the shift I'd just had. I noticed in the vibe Isabela was wearing a dress that the top part appeared to be a corset leaving her shoulders and upper chest exposed. The lower part of the dress was made of some sort of semi transparent gossamer material that stopped mid calf. There were enough layers to obscure her legs that I couldn't see them out right. Just their outline. Her feet wore a pair of elegant heels, and I could see stockings on her legs going up under the dress. On her arms she wore gloves made of the same material that went to her mid upper arm. However, since they were a single layer you could make out her skin beneath them. To top it off she still had on her iron collar with the chain.

I decided to peruse her thoughts before altering the vibe. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not some bitch in heat for him. I'll show him a Bitch though. I'll remind him of his place, and crush him before those feelings can manifest." It was like throwing gasoline on the fire, and only solidified my intentions. I was too angry for a coherent plan. Thinking game on bitch I came out swinging with the intention to put her down so hard, and fast it would be over before she could register what had happened. I altered the vibe so our places were switched to start with. I then made her naked, and on her knees before me. As I did I gave the hardest tug I'd done to date on either her or Angelica on the chain connecting us. The result was immediate. Isabela actually fell to her knees. She tried to keep her face neutral, but her eyes gave her away. You could see both awe, and fear in them. Another thing I noticed was I didn't feel any energy rush out of me like I had before. I felt my anger blunt just a little, but not much. About the same amount an alteration like that would normally have caused. Maybe if I was feeling emotional I could use those emotions as energy for my vibes rather than what I guessed was physical energy? Something to think about for the future.

I decided to read her thoughts again. "Why is this happening? I tried so hard to fight it. I have to fight it. Stand up. STAND UP!!" As she thought it I saw her legs tense like she was going to stand. I immediately intervened. "Why fight it? This is where a stupid little Bitch in heat like me belongs isn't it? People get to stand, and Bitches like me don't right? After all, what does it mean when a Bitch like me gets turned on by someone like him?" I placed those thoughts in her mind. I fully expected to feel like Mike Tyson was punching me in the face. Instead once again it seemed like the anger in me was spent instead.

Her mind then answered the questions. "I do turn into a little Bitch in heat whenever he's around. There's nothing I've been able to do about it. Being on my knees in his presence feels right. Feels natural. After all the point of a Bitch in heat is to get fucked by the one who put her in heat. That's why Bitches go into heat." If I hadn't been so focused and angry at her my jaw would've dropped. I would've never expected Isabela to respond like that to those thoughts. Just goes to prove you think you know someone. I decided to go in for the coup de gras.

If I could spend my anger to alter someone's vibes rather than my energy might as well go big. I took a couple of deep steadying breaths. I didn't want my anger to be like a bonfire burning all in its path. I wanted to turn it into a cutting torch that burned hot and focused enough to cut through the strongest metals like butter. I figured I'd be able to take the opportunity to melt away any and all resistance for good. Angelica had been willing so she didn't need much alteration. It was clear that I'd have to stay on top of Isabela making continuous changes/reinforcements. Which would be taxing, and time consuming. Plus it'd give me some additional knowledge about my boundaries which is a good thing.

I decided I needed to try a deep dive into her. Alter what I'll call her internal vibes, but if you're a fan of the Matrix her internal self image. I figured if I permanently alter that to what I wanted then I'd be golden. With a final breath I focused on the link, and went in. It was a novel sensation. It was like I found myself standing in a large room with a light shining down creating a circle of light. Everything outside the light was a shadowy insubstantial blackness. The only things in the light were Isabela, and myself. The version of Isabela I saw was the one wearing the corset. I noticed here that the collar and chain were not solid. They were opaque, but had an ethereal quality not a corporeal one. The chain went to my hand. As I looked down at myself I realized that I didn't appear as I normally did. I appeared skinnier, and paler. I also was wearing an outfit I wore for doing things like working in the dirt or painting. It was a t-shirt so old the threads were noticeably thin with all sorts of paint and bleach stains. Along with a pair of jeans that looked much the same. It took a moment before comprehension came to me. This was Isabela's mental image of me. It explained a lot about her behavior towards me. This mental picture of me only added fuel to the fire of my anger, but I also realized it meant I'd be able to change not just her mental image of herself. I could also change her mental image of me. With a grin that horror movie directors would pay money for I decided to begin.

First was the chain and collar. I decided the insubstantial quality was owing to Isabela's resistance. So I focused on making it completely solid. It took some concentration, but was a pretty simple thing to do. Next was her image of me. I reasoned that her self image of me was what allowed her to resist. If I changed it so she saw me in a different light then that should make my influence over her easier. At least that was the thought process. However, I couldn't see myself and wished there was a mirror. No sooner had I thought of it then a 3 part one like Angelicas appeared beside us. Stepping in front of it I was able to see my face. My hair was unkempt, and also appeared greasy/unwashed. That made me bristle because of some personal feelings I had. My hair grows in straight until it reaches a certain length then it gets curly. However, that awkward stage when it is between lengths makes me look like Einstein. I worked hard to keep it tamed, and clean though. The only time it had looked greasy like this was one summer Dad had taken me on a backpacking trip for a week with some other members of the family. It still didn't look as bad as Isabela made it look though. I changed the hair first. I cleaned it up, and trimmed it down to a length where it was straight. Next was my appearance. I decided to temporarily make myself naked. Then altered the body to look like my real body. After a moment's thought I gave myself as much muscle definition as I could without making my muscles too much bigger. Think of the ideal swimmer's body. I looked at her to see me as powerful without causing cognitive dissonance when she saw my real body. This seemed like the best idea. Finally the clothes. I decided to go for it. I went with a suit. Like a classic Rat Pack suit. One that exuded confidence without being too flashy.

With those changes done. I turned to Isabela, and smiled. My anger didn't seem diminished at all. If anything it seemed stronger now that I knew how she'd seen me. First I started by making her naked. Next I put her on her knees. Then I moved so I was in front of her holding the chain taught enough that she was forced to look up at me. Now came the part that was conjecture, but in for a penny in for a pound. I reasoned that since this was her core self if I gave Isabela a direction here it would become part of who she was at such a fundamental level she wouldn't even think to question it. I wasn't sure if I could give instructions here, and if it would work. There was only one way to find out.

"Listen well Bitch. You are my good little Bitch in heat from this point forward. As my Bitch you don't get to wear clothes, or stand unless I say so. As my Bitch you will follow any directions I give you eagerly so that I will reward a Bitch in heat like you with either orgasms and/or my cum. You will maintain appearances of your old self with everyone else in your life unless I tell you otherwise. When it is just the two of us though you will immediately resume your true self as my Bitch in heat. Do you understand Bitch?" I commanded her. The words seemed to echo for a second in the vastness of the empty space then felt like they were absorbed into it. It was a novel sensation.

"Yes Sir." Was Isabela's reply. However it came out in a throaty and husky tone made her arousal very clear. With that I decided I was done for now, and decided to see the results of my work. As I left her mind it felt like all my senses had been turned off while I'd been in her mind, and then they flipped back on to their highest setting. It was disorienting, and overwhelming for a second. As I came back to reality though it felt like someone had poured water on the fire of my anger. There was still anger there. Rather than being a fire though like it had been it felt more akin to burning coals. The heat was still intense, and the fire could easily be relit with them given the right source. However, to make my changes I'd apparently spent a lot of my anger.

I looked down at Isabela. Her eyes seemed glazed over and unfocused for a second or two. Then as they came back into focus she immediately attacked her clothes. She grabbed the hem of her shirt, peeling it off over her head, and throwing it away as if it were on fire. She then grabbed the waistband of the boxer shorts pushing them, her thighs lifting one knee just high enough to take them off then the other. Once done she hastily pulled them down her calves, and chucked them away as well.

The smell of her arousal instantly filled the room. It was a strong heady scent. I could feel myself starting to get hard in my pants. Isabela looked up at me from the floor with unmistakable wanton lust in her eyes. "Sir, please use your little Bitch in heat. I'm so hot and horny the only thing that will quench it is to be hosed with your cum. Use me however you want, any hole you want, wherever you want, whenever you want. Just use me, and give your cum. Please Sir."

I was taken aback momentarily by the offer of any hole. "Has my horny little Bitch already let someone fuck her in the ass?" I inquired.

"Yes sir. That guy I dated my Freshman year for a couple of months. It was alright as long as I did the prep work to make it clean, and well lubed. Honestly though I love the feeling of getting fucked with my plug in. I know if you fuck my ass Sir though I'll love every second of it. All my holes are yours and only yours now to do what you want with." Isabela explained.

"Well we'll have to find out then won't we?" I said thoughts of maybe even having her get Angelica ready so it is as painless/smooth as possible for her first time. "For now though crawl to me, and get my cock out Bitch."

"Yes Sir." She said as she started to crawl to me. Her eyes were locked onto my bulge the whole time. Her tits swayed back and forth as she did along with her ass. As she started to crawl it was also clear to see her juices running down her thighs. When she was directly in front of me, her face directly in front of my rock hard cock straining to get out of my pants she licked her lips expectantly. Her hands slid slowly and sensually up my thighs to my waist band where she undid pants. She began pulling both my pants, and boxers down my legs. When she got to just above my knees my cock sprang free in an arc that almost hit her in the face that ended at my stomach, and it came to rest sticking out from me at a 45 degree angle. Isabela stared at it with awe like it was a sacred relic. She was clearly salivating at my cock mere inches from her face. Right as she went for it I placed my hand on her forehead to stop her.

She mewled in frustration, her eyes still locked on my cock so hard I could probably break glass with it. I ran my hand down her cheek, hooked my fingers under her chin, and lifted her head up so she was looking into my eyes instead of at my cock. "You've claimed you're a Bitch in heat for my cock and my cum. That it is the thing you crave above all others. That you can't live without it. So prove it to me right now. You're going to use that dirty little mouth of yours to get a load of cum out of my balls, and you best make me believe you meant everything you said. If afterwards I don't believe you then the closest you'll get to having my cum again is cleaning it out of some other girl after I've fucked her. Do you understand Bitch?" I told her. As I spoke I could see the desire to please me, and the fear she might fail in her eyes in equal measure.

"Yes Sir. I meant every word, and I'll prove it to you right now Sir." She said emphatically clearly meaning it with every fiber of her being. No sooner had she uttered the last syllable then she dove onto my cock like a junkie needing a fix. She slid my whole cock in her mouth and throat to the base in go. She began swallowing so her throat constricted around my throat in a pleasing way while her tongue squirmed around the underside of my cock adding to the pleasure. If it wasn't for the fact that the sensations overwhelmed with their sudden onslaught I'd have cum on the spot. Isabela clearly had a lot more experience than I'd originally guessed. I'd have to find out about it later though. She was no longer looking at my cock, but at my face. She clearly thought the sudden attack would overwhelm me, and make me cum. Her face flashed with fear, anger, consternation, and then settled into an impish grin.

Her hands went around to my backside, and she firmly grabbed a cheek in each hand. She then began fucking her face onto my dick. All the way to where her nose was pressed in the navel, and then back to where the tip would almost pop out of her mouth. I could feel her teeth occasionally now too. It wasn't painful. She lightly grazed the right parts of my dick with her teeth so that it only increased the pleasure. I was so absorbed in the pleasure of it that I didn't even realize my hands and fingers had worked their way into her midnight black hair to the point my knuckles were white. As I looked down at her I could see she'd shifted forward so that as her saliva dripped down, and off my balls it fell onto her tits making her olive skin shine like it had been freshly oiled. It quickly became too much, and with a roar I came. She'd clearly sensed my orgasm approaching, and moved back so just the head was in her mouth when I came. I thought she was swallowing my whole load. When I was done cumming though she leaned her head back so she was looking at the ceiling, and opened her mouth. There it was my whole load in her mouth.

"Stay just like that, and don't swallow that load Bitch." I commanded as I picked up my phone. I took a picture of her making sure her face was in it, and you could see all the spit that had dripped onto her chest. When I was done taking the photo I grabbed her neck, and told her "Now you can swallow Bitch." She did as instructed, and it felt powerful to feel her throat constrict in my hand as she did.

"How was that Sir?" she asked, trying to seem nonplussed, but clearly waiting for the answer on pins and needles.

"You did better than I expected Bitch. Now it is time for me to have some actual food so that I am properly fueled to train you like a good little Bitch." I responded. She tried to hide her excitement at the prospect of being used more. As I walked to the kitchen she crawled on the floor at my side. When I got to the counter to make a sandwich she sat on her heels next to me, and began rubbing any remaining spit from her sloppy blow job into her skin like lotion. I looked down, smiled at her and said "Good girl. I'm glad to see a proper Bitch like you knows her place."

With that I finished my sandwich, and took my plate to the living room. Isabela crawled along beside me again. Both of us were still naked. As I sat on the couch she sat next to me on the floor with her side pressed against my lower legs. Looking down at her "Do not interrupt my meal, or touch yourself while I eat. Alright Bitch?" I instructed her.

"Yes Sir." Was her reply. She pressed in close as she could to me. Like physical contact with me was a drug, and to be without it was an agony she didn't want to think about. She then laid her head in my lap to watch the show I streamed while I ate. The one advantage to this combined with her instructions which she followed was that she couldn't see my face while I ate, and how much food I had left. While I ate I did some introspection. My anger was still there. Not as much as there had been. A good portion had been spent molding Isabela to where she was now, but there was a considerable amount still left I could use. It had been sated/blunted by the earlier blow job. However, I could still feel it. It also felt like using my anger as a source hadn't depleted my overall stamina for the day like using my gifts had been doing. Maybe it was possible to spend emotional energy for altering vibes versus my regular energy? I'd have to look at testing it. Although part of my problem was did it have to be anger. Being angry all the time didn't sound healthy. Could other emotions also be used? The good news was that I didn't see a lack of opportunities to experiment in my future.

As I sat there looking down at Isabela contemplating what I could do to her I started to get hard again. With a grin my cock went to full hardness as I knew what I was going to do. Without any warning to Isabela I grabbed the hair at the back of her head, and forced her down so her face was buried in the carpet. This meant her knees were pressed into her stomach, and her ass thrust up into the air. Keeping her head pressed down with one hand I knelt behind her so that where her feet stuck out was between my legs. Using my free hand I lined my hard cock up with her glistening pussy lips. Then with no words, or warning I thrust all the way into her with one thrust. Her pussy wasn't as tight as Angelica's but it still felt good. Her hands clenched the carpet so tight her knuckles turned white. I then began fucking her hard and fast. Pulling most of the way out, and slamming forward so hard my balls would swing forward to hit her clit. It wasn't long before her pussy started convulsing and clamping down on my cock. I could hear her making noise, but as her face was thrust into our carpet it was muffled enough to be unintelligible. Then I had a wicked idea. I pulled back on her hair levering her up onto her knees, and shifted my hips enough so I could keep fucking her. When her back was bowed so that her head barely touched my shoulder I placed the thumb of my free hand at her mouth.

"Suck it. Get it nice and wet Bitch." I commanded. Isabela immediately opened her mouth, and using her tongue pulled my entire thumb into her mouth. Once it was in all the way to the base I felt her tongue lavishing my thumb. Sucking on it like a child with a pacifier. After several minutes of this I pulled my thumb from her mouth with an audible pop. I then thrust her face back into the carpet. Looking down I could see my cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. I could also see her rosebud just above it. I placed my hand on the small of her back where my thumb rested lightly on it. I then ran my thumb around it a couple of times which had an immediate effect. Her pussy clamped down on my dick so hard it was almost painful. As soon as it felt like she'd hit the peak of her orgasm I pressed my thumb all the way into her ass. Another orgasm hit the moment I did it was so intense that when she bowed her back to lift her face out of the carpet I was caught off guard.

"OH MY GAWWWWDDDD!!!!! I'M CUMMING SO HARDDD!!! THANK YOU SIR!!!!" She screamed so loud had I not been balls deep in her I'd have been worried someone might call the cops. Her pussy clamped down so hard she almost forced my cock out of her. After recovering for a second I forced her face back into the carpet, and using the hand with a thumb in her ass redoubled my efforts to fuck her as hard and fast as I could. I knew I was close, and wouldn't last much longer. I felt the familiar growl start in my chest, and my balls began to tighten. Then with a roar I thrust into as deep as I could one final time, and started hosing down her insides with my cum. She came once again, and I could even feel her asshole constricting around my thumb like it was trying to milk some come out too.

After our collective orgasms began to subside I slid my cock out of her. I hadn't gone fully soft yet though. Her body had gone ragdoll limp with the occasional aftershock tremor from her orgasms passing through her body. As I rose to a standing position I pulled my thumb from her ass, and still holding her hair pulled her into a kneeling position.

She was conscious... barely. I'd never seen anyone who fit the phrase rode hard, and put away wet before. In that moment though Isabela looked well and truly fucked. It was like she was completely spent from her exertions. "Lick me clean Bitch." I commanded. I then thrust my thumb into her mouth. She sucked and licked my thumb with vigor. After several minutes of holding her up like that though my arm grew tired. I tilted her face up to look at me.

"You will clean up here before coming to bed. Any cum that leaks out of you onto the carpet and/or floor you will lick up. You will gather our clothes, and put them in the dirty clothes. Then when you're done you will come join me in my bed. Do you understand Bitch?" I asked, looking down at her, and I felt my cock twitch as I did.

"Yes Sir." was her reply. With that I released her. She managed to stay in an upright kneeling position, but made no other movement.

"If you take too long and/or fall asleep out here I promise you that there will be a severe punishment." I said as I turned around to go to my room. It was still almost a minute before I heard any sort of movement from her. I got into my bed naked, and got comfy. I set a timer on my phone, and started it. Once I was comfortable the only noise I could hear was the movement of Isabela completing her assigned tasks. I decided not to watch the timer as I thought doing so would just annoy me since I don't always have a good grasp of time. Eventually I saw her in the doorway to the room. She moved in that way that the truly exhausted move when their goal is in sight. I grabbed my phone, and finally looked at the timer. It showed 17 mins. I figured that was ok, and let her get in bed. Too exhausted to even crawl under the covers it seemed like the second her head laid down on my shoulder she was asleep. I smiled in the darkness to myself, and fell asleep knowing I had a whole day to show Isabela her new role in life when I awoke. With those thoughts I soon fell asleep myself.

I had one of those deep sleeps where either I didn't dream or as soon as I woke I forgot them. As I slowly awoke, and became aware of my surroundings several things became clear. First was that my morning wood was so hard it almost hurt, second was that Isabela had pushed the blankets down on the bed so she could suck on my cock like an addict needing a fix, and lastly her pussy and ass were right in my face. They were rocking back and forth in time with the up and down bobbing her head did on my cock.

Without warning I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. When I say grab I mean I dug my fingernails into her cheeks just shy of drawing blood. "You better be a good Bitch, and make me cum before you do. If not I'll be very displeased, and disappointed with you." I told her loud enough to make sure she heard me. As I finished speaking she froze for a fraction of a second at my words. She immediately redoubled her efforts putting every ounce of determination, and skill she could into getting me off.

I enjoyed the sensations for a second or two, my nails still digging into her ass. I then used my thumbs to pull her pussy apart exposing both her insides and her clit. I lifted my head up, and had began using my tongue to attack her insides. I found an angle that allowed my tongue to explore her pussy, but the bottom side of my tongue was in constant contact with her clit so every movement of my tongue caused it to rub against her clit. In the back of my mind I couldn't help notice the differences between Angelica's taste, and hers. Angelica's taste was like the sweetest desert, and a little thick like a cream. Isabela's had a spice to it. Cinnamon was the closest thing my brain could come up with but that was quite right.

I'd already been close to cumming when I woke, but wanted to make it a challenge. I could also tell from Isabela's responses that she was close to cumming too. While still ravishing her pussy with my tongue I moved my index fingers to the rosebud of her ass hole. I began running a finger around it very lightly, adding pressure. She began bucking her hips, whimpering, and I could feel tremors running through her body as she fought off the orgasm. I was close myself. If I hadn't been focusing so much on her I'd probably already have cum. The next time she jerked her hips down I suddenly sucked her clit into my mouth, capturing it ever so lightly between my teeth still teasing it with my tongue. I also slid one finger in her ass to the second knuckle. It was like she had an electric current run through her body. With a loud slurp sound my cock was released from her mouth as she rose up so that she was now truly sitting on my face as she came.

"NOOO!!! I'M SO SORRRYYY SIRR!!! I'MMM CUMMMMINNNGG!!!" She wailed. Her ass clamped down on my finger so hard it actually hurt a little, and she didn't squirt but her juices ran out of her pussy covering my face. As she finished cumming her whole body slumped in defeat. She could see my still hard cock standing straight covered in her juices. With no warning I pushed her off my face, and when I sat up I grabbed a fist full of her hair. Turning her face to look at mine.

"Now you'll see what happens when you displease me Bitch." I told her as I began maneuvering both of us into our new position. I was standing at the foot of the bed with my cock still sticking straight out. She was on her back with her head just over the edge of the bed so when she opened her mouth it formed a straight line with her throat.

"I'm so sorry Sir. Please teach your stupid bitch a lesson she won't forget." She said in a tone so dejected that had I not been so horny I felt sorry for her. I could also see her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Without warning I shoved my cock in her mouth all the way to the base. I then grabbed one of her tits with one hand trapping her erect nipple between two of my fingers. With the other I reached down between her legs. I hooked my middle, and ring fingers into her pussy with her clit trapped between them. They were hooked inside her pussy where I could feel her G-spot under my finger tips.

I then pulled out so just my cock head was in her mouth. Then as I thrust forward I used my to give my thrust extra power. My balls smacked into her face, my one pulled on both her tit & nipple, and the fingers in her pussy rubbed both her G-spot & clit at the same time. After a couple of thrusts to get the technique, and timing down I began fucking her face full force. When I looked down I could see my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, but I could also see trails of spit running down her face into her nose. Her fists were white knuckled on the bed, her legs straight alternating between kicking into the mattress & trying to thrust herself onto my dick harder, and I could feel her pussy spasming around my fingers once she started cumming again. At that moment I didn't see her as my step sister anymore. I saw her as a living sex toy to do with as I pleased, and that thought sent me over the edge. I thrust completely into her throat, and started cumming. I slowly pulled out, and she got the last couple spurts into her mouth.

With a pop my was released from her mouth. I also released her tit, and took my hand from her pussy. It was so soaked in her juices the two finger tips that had been inside her had actually pruned a little bit. She rolled over onto her stomach with her mouth open to show the cum she had in her mouth before swallowing. I placed my pussy cream coated fingers in front of her. "Clean this off too Bitch."

She did so eagerly. When she was done I looked down at her. "Go clean yourself up. After last night, and this morning you need it. When done you will put your plug in your ass. It will stay there all day unless you have to use the restroom, or you're otherwise directed. Do not think that this means you're forgiven for your earlier failure. I'll go make breakfast while you're doing that. Do you understand Bitch?!" I instructed her.

"Yes Sir." Came her unsure reply.

With that I put on a pair of boxers, and a shirt to go make breakfast. I decided a simple breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast would be good. I'd learned long before that cooking without a shirt is a perilous task undertaken at one's own risk. Especially when things like bacon grease are involved. As I was getting everything ready I was about to start cooking when I heard the shower turn on. I felt a flash of annoyance because it would mean that either the food would grow cold while with this new delay if I started cooking now. I then remembered the instructions I'd given her, and figured she wanted to make sure she was as clean as possible for me. I decided to start cooking when I heard the shower turn off. The timing worked out so Isabela entered the kitchen right as I was plating the food. She was still naked, and her skin glistened with some sort of lotion or oil she'd applied to herself. She began walking towards the table to sit for breakfast.

"What do you think you're doing? Only good Bitches get to sit at the table. This is where you eat until you earn that right again." I said as I placed her plate on the floor next to my chair.

For the briefest moment a look of sadness crossed her face before she spoke "Yes Sir." She got on all fours, and began eating her breakfast. As I walked to sit down in my chair with my plate I walked behind her, and looked down at her upturned ass. I saw the end of the plug she had in. It was one of the ones that had a piece of plastic in the end meant to look like a gemstone. I smiled as I sat down, and stroked her head like one would a favored pet.

"I'm glad to see you're learning how to be a good Bitch so quickly. We'll see how sincere you are later." I told her as we both ate. I'd made us both pretty full plates of food so that we'd have plenty of energy for the day ahead. We wolfed our food down in record time. I looked at the time on the stove clock. It said it was almost 1030. I came up with the next thing to do for the day.

Looking down at Isabela "Since I cooked you clean Bitch. I'm going to go shower while you do the dishes by hand. If you finish before I am done you can come join me. However, the dishes better be cleaned satisfactorily if you do. I will have to punish you most severely for failing me twice in a row. Do you understand Bitch?" I commanded her.

She looked at me with both hope, and fear in her eyes before replying with her simple default answer of "Yes Sir."

With that I left the room as she stood to go about her assigned task. I went to take a shower. I decided to be a little generous, and drag my feet for a few minutes before showering by doing things like brushing my teeth first and the like. Not because I wanted to be nice to Isabela by fucking her. Because I'd been hard ever since seeing the plug in her ass, and I couldn't wait to feel what it was like to fuck her with it in. When I was ready I turned on the shower, and got in. I made sure the door was closed, but not locked so I'd hear Isabela enter the bathroom if/when she did. I'm normally a pretty clean cook, and I'd set most of what I used to soak in the sink as I'd gone. However, I couldn't remember the last time Isabela had to wash dishes by hand instead of using the dishwasher. If she ever had. So I wasn't sure how proficient she'd be. Especially with the idea of failing me twice in a row. I figured she'd make sure everything was to see your reflection clean, or at least as close to it as she could manage.

Turns out I was right about it taking a while. I'd taken my sweet time enjoying the nice hot water. I heard the door open right as I was finishing my shower. "I'm almost done. No point in getting wet. Stand there and wait for me to finish like a good Bitch." I instructed her.

If she replied I didn't hear it over the shower. When I stepped out a moment later I couldn't help but smile. Instead of the haughty, and bossy Isabela I'd always known there she stood meekly clearly waiting for my next instruction. You could tell her earlier failure still weighed on her, and she wanted to redeem herself. Well she'd sowed the wind, and so now she was reaping the whirlwind as the saying goes. "Grab my towel and dry me off Bitch." I commanded.

Isabela quickly grabbed the towel, and began caressing every part of my body with the towel to dry it. She also took the opportunity to press her naked body against mine every chance she got. This interaction also brought a contrast to light. Isabela's pussy was bare. I guessed waxing as there was no stubble at all. Whereas my bush was well trimmed, but still present. I'd never really thought about shaving, but even Angelica shaved hers. I'd have explore that option. However, I was snapped back to reality by Isabela reaching my rock hard cock sticking straight out in front of me. She was on her knees nuzzling my cock with her face looking up at me with a look of pleading on her face.

I reached down grabbed a fistful of her hair stood her up, spun her around so she faced the mirror, and bent her forward to fuck her looking into the mirror. That is when I realized that given our height difference it wouldn't work. I looked at the counter, and had an idea. "Get on the counter on your knees Bitch. I'm gonna fuck you so you can see the look on your face as you get used like the living fuck toy you are." I commanded. I'd meant to add a little bit of steel to my voice, but given the acoustics of the bathroom it came out much stronger than I expected.

Without a second's hesitation Isabela did as she was told. Her shins rested on the countertop with the sink bowl between them and her knees a few inches from the wall. She placed her hands on the wall after placing her hair in a scrunchy so it would fall into her face, and block her view. She ended by thrusting her hips back so I could see her shining wet pussy, and the jewel on the plug in her ass. "Is this what you wanted Sir?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at me. She was trying her best to present seductive confidence, and if I hadn't known her so well along with being able to feel her through our connection I would have missed the underlying worry of rejection.

I took a step towards her raising my right hand as I did, and brought it down hard on the cheek of her olive skinned ass hard enough you could see the redness of it. The smack resounded in the bathroom so loud I wouldn't have even known Isabela had yelped had I not been able to see her mouth move when I did so. "I told you that you're to be watching your reflection right now. Not looking at me Bitch. Clearly you still need some discipline, and training."

"Sorry Sir. Please forgive this stupid little bitch. Show me what I was made for. Use me however you wish Sir." she said looking at her own reflection in the mirror with an intensity I'd only ever seen her use when studying for an exam before. With that I grabbed her hips and lined my rock hard cock up with her pussy. She was so wet that I could see she was just shy of literally dripping her juices in horniness. With that I slammed into her in one thrust so hard my balls slapped into her clit with a sound only amplified by being in the bathroom. Her pussy immediately clamped down on my cock in a small orgasm. She let out a cry of pleasure that echoed around the room. Still though she never looked away from the mirror.

With that I began fucking her with full powerful strokes. I started off slow, and increased my pace as I went until I was jackhammering her pussy relentlessly. The feeling of fucking her with the plug in was a novel sensation. It was like someone was using a finger to stroke the top of my cock as I thrust in and out of her. It became clear why she enjoyed it so much though. With the additional pressure through that membrane of skin it had the advantage of pressing my cock firmer against her g-spot with every thrust. Isabela started cumming, and wouldn't stop. Not squirting, but there was so much of her cum I could see it starting to foam/froth as I continued to use her pussy. It coated both of our navels, and thighs so much they glistened like we were freshly oiled. To make sure she was watching her reflection she'd had her forehead against the mirror. I could see a look of pure bliss on her face, but felt she wasn't getting the full effect.

I grabbed her hair in my fist, and pulled her head back, bowing her back. "Look at that face! The face of a Bitch in heat being used like the living fuck toy she is! The face of a Bitch getting fucked, and loving every second of it! The face of a Bitch getting realizing her place in the world!" I shouted loud enough to be heard over the sounds of our fucking. As I spoke her pussy clamped down even harder on my cock. So hard it almost forced me all the way out as she came so hard from my words. I could tell I was getting close to my own orgasm. After a few more thrusts I let out a bestial roar from deep within my chest I hadn't even felt building that drowned out other noise as it reverberated around the room. I buried my cock all the way in her pussy as I shot my cum deep into her. I came a lot longer than I normally would have. So much so that I could see my cum start to leak out around my cock plugging her pussy even before I was done. Both of our juices had dripped out, and pooled on the bathroom counter.

Once I was spent I stepped back, and with a barely audible sound I heard my mostly deflated cock pop out of her pussy. I pulled her off the counter onto her knees. "Alright Bitch listen well. You're gonna lick my cock clean, but you won't be getting a load down your throat just yet. When you're done you're gonna lick our cum off the counter right there. Then we're gonna go to the kitchen to check your work. It had better be up to par. Understood Bitch?" I told her as I made sure she looked me in the face, and also at the small pool of cum on the counter.

"Yes Sir. I understand." Isabela said in voice that was equal parts arousal, satisfaction, and tinged with just a little fear. She then set to her assigned tasks. She began licking &sucking my cock, balls, and navel clean. As she did she nuzzled her face into me showing she was enjoying every second, and content with her purpose in life. When she was finished I was mostly recovered. She then stood, and bent at the waist to lick the counter clean. This meant her pussy, and ass hole were pointed directly at me. I could see the plug which had the fake jewel that glimmered as the light bounced off it, and the glistening lips of her pussy as she did. I thought about fucking her again, but decided not to. I then thought about punishing her for trying to tease me like I had done with Angelica, but realized that would mean letting Isabela know she'd had some sort of effect on me. After a second's thought I decided pretending not to notice, and saying nothing would have more desired outcome of keeping her guessing as to whether she was doing well or not. With that I watched her slurp up our cum from the counter. She made slurping noises like she was drinking her favorite drink as she did.

When she was done she straightened up, turned to look at me, and see my reaction. I did my best to keep my face neutral. "I am all done Sir." She said.

"Well then let's go to the kitchen to check your work shall we Bitch?" was my response. I'd phrased it as a question, but my tone made it clear it was not.

"Yes Sir." she said, and went to take a step. As soon as she did I coughed in the way one does to both get someone's attention, and indicate they'd made a mistake. She stopped mid step frozen. A look of panic on her features as she tried to figure out what she'd done wrong. I got a flash of a vibe from her in that moment. It was of us walking down the hall of a castle. I was surprised to see myself dressed like a noble while Isabela was naked save for her metal collar, and the chain that led back to my hand. I altered the vibe so that instead of walking Isabela was on her hands and knees crawling like a dog.

As soon as I had finished, a look of comprehension crossed her face. She immediately got on all fours, looked at me and said "My sincere apologies Sir. I forgot that your bitch can only walk when told." The sincerity in her voice was a little surprising.

"Don't make a habit of forgetting your place Bitch. If you do I'll have to come up with something that makes sure you never do again as it will have been so severe you quail at just the thought of it." I told her in a serious tone. She visibly blanched at the thought of disappointing me so severely, and was not able to even muster a response. She just nodded her head to indicate her understanding. She then began crawling back to the kitchen. As we went I grabbed my phone off the counter where I had set it. Thinking of Angelica had given me an idea. I shot her a quick text saying she'd be meeting a new harem mate on Tuesday when I saw her again. I also told her I missed her, and couldn't wait to fill her up with cum again. I then gave her instructions that she was to pick some items up before then. Her reply was immediate. She wished she could have my cum leaking out of her too. She was also excited to meet her harem sister especially when she read wait I'd told her to pick up. She also informed me that tomorrow she was meeting Mai tomorrow to go clothes shopping for some new college wardrobe stuff, and that she'd had lots of information to pass onto me about Mai. Angelica clearly was looking forward to recruiting Mai into the fold. I sent her a quick text reminding her what the boundaries were for interacting with Mai. She said she remembered. As we proceeded to the kitchen I caught Isabela looking over her shoulder to see if I was watching her. She seemed annoyed that I was texting someone at first, but when she saw my recovered cock leading the way ahead of me that seemed to placate her.

We arrived at the kitchen, and I could see all the dishes stacked in the drying rack. They looked like they'd been stacked by a ghost in a horror movie. It was stable so long as no one touched it, but looked like a strong breeze would blow this particular jenga tower over. I smiled in amusement. Isabela clearly had very little experience with this thing. I figured it wasn't too late for her to learn though. I looked over at her "Sit on your heels there while I inspect your work Bitch." I instructed.

"Yes Sir." Was her automatic reply as I went to the drying rack. I inspected the dishes, and they were clean. However, there were quite a few of them. It was clear that they would have spots when they finished drying. Grabbing one of the most spotted dishes I walked over to where Isabela sat.

Holding the dish up where she could see it "You did a good job cleaning the dishes Bitch. However, you need to learn how to clean them without the soap spots as well. I am pleased with how clean you got the dishes, but I think we shall arrange for practice. Going forward, if Mom and/or Dad make you food, and cleaning the dishes will not interfere with your school work/studies or another instruction I've given you then you will offer to wash the dishes by hand for them as a thank you. If they ask why, tell them that you've been looking at the possibility of having to get an apartment after college, and you've learned that a lot of them do not come with a dishwasher so you need to learn how to wash dishes for yourself. Do you understand Bitch?"

With a smile on her face at my praise "Yes Sir. I understand, and will do so." I swear if she was a puppy her tail would have been wagging like no tomorrow. Which did give me an idea I filed away for later.

"Now follow me to the couch like a good Bitch. I am going to fuck your face in a position I've been dying to try." I said as I placed the dish back on the counter, and walked past her to the couch.

"As you command Sir." Isabela said as she began crawling after me with a look of excitement on her face. I noticed the change in her demeanor at having been shown just a little bit of my favor. The realization of how much my words could control her now was like a drug all its own. With that we reached the couch.

I had thought about trying this with Angelica, but had not because with her it seemed something appropriate to a punishment which she hadn't merited. I also had some reservations about how rough it might be on her. However, with Isabela that was not a concern. I had her lay with her back on the cushion with her legs going up the back of the couch, and her knees hooked over the back. This put her in a position so when her head was leaned back her mouth formed a straight line with her throat. I got on my knees in front of her. Lined my cock up with her mouth. By this time I was undeniably in need of release. Without any prompting Isabela opened her mouth ready for what she knew was coming. Needing no further prompting on my end, or direction on hers I thrust my cock into her waiting mouth. She took me all the way to the base on the first go with no trouble.

At first began fucking her throat I had placed my hands on the edge of the couch. Once I found my rhythm though I changed it up. First I moved my hands to her tits making sure to capture her nipples between two of my fingers so as I pulled on her tits they pinched her nipples. I could feel her saliva dripping down my shaft, and balls as I fucked her face with out mercy. I could only imagine the mess that was her face. The sounds she made as I kept fucking her face would have rivaled any porn. Eventually she began thrusting her hips up into the air like she was trying to fuck an imaginary cock.

I then had a deliciously wicked thought that brought a huge smile to my lips. I moved my hands from her tits. I placed one hand so the palm of my hand was on her bush just above her pussy. Then with my ring and middle fingers I curled them down so that they were hooked into her pussy. Her clit trapped between them. With them curled inside like that I could press on her G-spot with them. After a few strokes I worked out a rhythm where as I thrust into her throat I pulled her towards me with that hand. This put pressure on her clit and g-spot at the same time. I took my other hand and placed it on her throat. I didn't squeeze to cut off air or anything. I could feel my cock going in and out of her throat as I face fucked her. I was mainly using it to hold her steady. As with the stimulation on her pussy now it was difficult for her to keep her head steady.

It couldn't have been much more than a minute before she started cumming all over my fingers. Her fingers gripped the couch cushions so tight they were white. Her feet beat a tattoo on the back of the couch that one could have danced to. Soon her pussy was so wet I could see her juices leaking down to the plug in her as I used her throat like a toy. I didn't last much longer, and with a roar I thrust to the hilt into her face. With the hand on her throat I started just below her jaw line, and as I ran my hand down her throat I squeezed increasing the pressure as I went. When I reached the base of her neck I would start the process over again using her throat to actually milk the last little bit of my cum.

When I was done I sat back on my butt. My cock and balls were coated in a mess of my cum and her saliva. Her face was the same. I wished I had my phone on me to take a picture, but it was upstairs, and I couldn't be bothered to get it. Isabela rolled off the couch onto her hands and knees. Then without any direction began using her fingers to push the saliva and cum into her mouth to swallow. When she was done, and was finally able to open her eyes she looked at me. She immediately noticed the mess on my cock and balls. After several seconds of hesitation where she was clearly trying to decide if she should ask permission for something or go for it she made her decision. Isabela crawled towards me, and began licking me clean from the face fucking I'd given her. She started off timid, clearly afraid I might be angered with her choice of action. However, when I did not react that way she quickly went about her task with gusto. When she was done she sat back on her heels trying not to make direct eye contact with me. "I'm glad to see you're learning your place Bitch. Cleaning me up after sex is a duty belonging to a Bitch like you. Even it I've just fucked another woman in the ass. Unless I tell you otherwise. Also I'm curious. What did you think of that?"

Isabela's face immediately snapped up so she was looking me in the eye. "Thank you Sir. I understand that I will always gladly perform that duty. I loved that position Sir. Especially at the end when you were basically using my throat to milk every drop of that yummy cum out of your cock. I truly felt like I was just a collection of holes for you to fuck. I loved every second of it, Sir." came her reply. Her honesty took me aback for a second because it was so sincere. For a fraction of a second I thought maybe I'd gone overboard. Then the anger in me surged forward again as I remembered all the slights, barbs, and wrongs she'd inflicted on me again. I decided if I changed anything it would be after our parents returned tomorrow. I wasn't ready for this dynamic to be seen yet by anyone I didn't already have a degree of control over. I definitely didn't want anyone to inadvertently find out what I could do. The thought of taking control of my parents was also abhorrent at this time. Even my Stepmom. She'd never wronged me, and I did actually care about her. However, maybe I could tweak them without having to exert control. I'd already been thinking I needed to test that out. Given her receptiveness to Angelica I was thinking of seeing how much influence could be on Mai without actually forging a connection with her. I guess we'd see where the road went with time. Looking at the clock on the wall in the living room it showed it was a little after 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

"It's time for lunch. Lets see how useful you can be Bitch. Go make us something. You may stand, and move around normally for this task. If you decide to cook you may also wear clothes so that you don't burn yourself." I commanded her, curious to see what she'd make. Our kitchen was pretty well stocked, and had enough cookware that you make almost anything.

"Yes Sir. I'll do my best." Came her anxious reply. With that she stood, and walked to the kitchen. She was clearly looking to see what we had, and gauge her skill to make something. She was muttering under her breath very quickly. Not in a resentful angry way. It was more her running through ideas, and thinking aloud as she wanted it to go well. With a smile I left her to it. I went back to the bathroom to make sure nothing else needed to be cleaned there. I also grabbed my phone, and brought it to the living room. When I returned I could smell bacon cooking on the stove top. I was curious, but decided to wait and see. I checked the link, and could feel Isabela was on the verge of breakdown with nerves. It was clear she was out of her depth with whatever she'd picked, and wanting to please me. I made the concession to wait since if she broke into a sobbing mess on the floor, or spilt bacon grease on herself were both problems I had no desire to deal with that at this time. I settled for trying to find something to watch on the TV.

It wasn't too long before Isabela came into the living room with two plates of food wearing just our moms apron, and nothing else. Grilled cheese sandwiches with bacon in them, and a side of french fries that had been done in the air fryer. I was pleasantly surprised. She was standing there awkwardly for several seconds clearly unsure what to do. I sent the thought to her of "Drinks and Condiments". Almost as if a light switch had been flipped she asked "Would you like a drink or any sauce Sir?"

"Yes I would Bitch. Grab me a coke, and the BBQ sauce from the fridge. If you want a drink or sauce for yourself you may grab them as well." I answered her. With a smile she set the plates on the coffee table, and went to the kitchen to grab the requested items. When she returned it was with the requested items, and without the apron. I took my things, and began eating. She sat down on the floor in front of the couch, her side pressed tightly into my lower leg. It was a good sandwich. The only issue I had was that she clearly had left one side down in the pan too long.

When we were done eating she looked at me expectantly "How was it Sir?"

"It was good. There was some room for improvement, but for a first attempt you did well. You'll get better with practice. No, don't you have another thing to be doing Bitch?" I inquired.

It took about 3 seconds, and then comprehension came to her. "Yes Sir." she said earnestly. With that she jumped up, grabbed the dirty plates, and went to the kitchen to begin washing them.

"Be quick about it, and there may be a reward for a good little Bitch. However, I will be checking again when you're done so do not rush, or there will be a punishment instead." I called after her.

"Yes Sir. I'll show I'm the best bitch you could ask for Sir." She called back from the kitchen. I mused to myself about how her change in attitude. Before she'd been so self confident no matter what anyone said. Now though it was clear that even the smallest compliment from me raised her spirits and even thinking I was displeased was enough to almost reduce her to tears. Now once I got her properly trained life would be great... well at least when it was just the two of us.

It seemed like no time had passed at all when I heard Isabela from the kitchen "I am all done, and ready for you to check my work Sir." I rose and walked to the kitchen. When I got to the doorway I saw the dishes waiting to be inspected in the drying rack, and her on her knees next to the kitchen counter head bowed while she waited.

"Lets see how you did then Bitch." I said in a neutral tone. Giving her nothing one way or the other as to what I thought in that moment. She shifted slightly uncomfortable clearly hoping that waiting as she was would earn some sort of praise. Now unsure what to do, she hadn't gotten it. I looked over the dishes. There were still some soap spots, but nowhere near as much as there were the first time.

"You're getting better Bitch. But there is still room for improvement." I told her. Her face rose and then fell. I could tell both through her body language, and the link that she wasn't sure if she'd done well or displeased me. I decided to keep goin with having her off kilter.

"Lead the way to my bedroom Bitch. You best not look back at me either as you do. When we get there you go in and face bed without looking back at me. Understood Bitch?" I directed her.

"Yes Sir." she responded confidently. She set off before she'd even finished the statement. I watched the plug she wore sparkle in the light as she crawled. I so wanted to fuck her ass, but had other plans for that particular first. Watching her crawl to my bedroom, and thinking about those plans had me hard by the time we made it to my room.

She stopped at the designated spot. However I did not stop. Without stopping I grabbed her hair at the base of her skull in my fist. Still without stopping I lifted her up, and bent her over the edge of the bed. Holding her face down on the bed I pushed my way into pussy all the way in one thrust, and held there. After several seconds I pulled out, and then slammed back into her. I repeated the process picking up speed every time until all that could be heard was the sound of our bodies smacking together as I fucked her. I kept her head held down into the bed, and placed the other hand on the small of her back. I kept pressure there so she could not fuck me back, or move to increase her own pressure. With her head pushed into the mattress as it was, her muffled moans and screams of pleasure were barely audible during the quieter moments. It was clear that I was fucking her with no regards for her. That I was just using her to please myself.

I could still feel her pussy spasming around my cock as she came repeatedly. I lasted longer than expected, but eventually felt the pressure building in my balls indicating my imminent release. I began fucking her as fast and hard as I could. She'd clearly felt my cock swell in her pussy, and knew what was coming. She began trying her best to fuck me back, and get me deeper in her. Her hands were clenched into fists so tight on the bed that her knuckles were white. However, I was able to keep her pinned down unable to do anything. With a growl I exploded buried in her pussy. When I was done slid out of her pussy still half hard, and took a step back releasing my hold on her.

A second or two after doing so Isabela slid to the floor, and leaned forward so she could lick me clean. She made sure she licked every inch clean, and then proceeded to nuzzle her face into my rejuvenated hard on. "You're learning your place well Bitch. Since I am still hard though you have more work to do. I am going to lay on the bed, and you're going to do all the work like a good little Bitch. I want you to milk every last drop of cum out of my balls with how good of a fuck you are. Make me believe that you're using every fiber of your being to fuck me like the Bitch you are." I told her in a tone that made it clear there were no other options.

"Yes Sir." was her simple reply. However, even without the link the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning was evident. I laid back on the bed with my erection sticking straight up above me. She climbed up onto the bed, crawled over me, and lined my cock up with her pussy. Slowly she lowered herself onto me. Once she'd bottomed out the only way I could think to describe how she fucked me was like she was giving me a lap dance, but making sure my cock stayed in her the whole time. The way she rose and fell on my cock while undulating her hips was incredible. I knew she hadn't been a virgin, but she clearly had quite a bit of experience I realized. I'd have to find out about that later. Right now though I was savoring the feeling of being inside her while she did everything she could to milk out my cum.

She soon started orgasming on my cock as she fucked me with abandon. The feeling of her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice as she did was icing on the cake. I hadn't even realized I was trying to fuck her back. She stopped me by pressing down so hard I couldn't thrust into her on my own power. She really was trying to milk my cock, and do so under her own power. After her second or third orgasm she began emanating noises. They ranged from mewls of contentment, to moans of pleasure, to cries of ecstasy, and yelled profanities about how her getting fucked felt. She even reached up to tug and tweak her own nipples as she fucked me.

It wasn't long before the audio, visual, and tactile stimulation had me ready to explode deep inside her. I could feel myself getting ready to, and clearly she could too because she doubled down. I was mildly impressed because I didn't think she'd be able to step it up from where she had been at that point. With a roar I erupted like a volcano. It felt like this load had as much as all the loads today did combined. I didn't even notice that her hands were on my chest, her nails digging into me. Her head was thrown back in a scream of wordless pleasure. When both our orgasms were done she collapsed onto my chest already asleep from the amount of energy expended today with me still inside her. I meant to roll her off of me as it was not time to sleep. As I tried though a wave of exhaustion hit me, and I felt myself being dragged under. Before I could do anything or even fully realize what I was doing I was asleep. My last thoughts were that I hoped we woke up before my parents got back the next day.