Trouble in Paradise Ch. 11

There was something seriously wrong with my life but I couldn't understand what was going on. My fiancée Will has been acting coldly and there was no obvious reason for it. He was really pleasant and cuddly a couple of weeks ago and it all looked like his therapy was finally bearing fruit, but then it all went south. Instinctively I knew that I should be more worried about that, but I wasn't. I wasn't happy about it at all, it just felt meh, which was alarming by itself, but I also didn't feel like acting upon that impulse, which was actually the weirdest thing, because I should've been doing something. I had spent years working toward making our life together perfect and it had driven me forward for a long time, but that drive had waned.

It wasn't as if I were entirely unhappy. Quite the opposite in fact -- I was more relaxed than ever before, and satisfied just going through my evening relaxations. I could've spent days just curled up behind the closed door of my room. Hell, I actually spent the last month mostly doing that and I only realized how much had changed only when my friends pointed out that I didn't have time for them anymore. My rituals were just more important to me now, even if that was another big shift.

It didn't unsettle me, but I figured something like that shouldn't be left unchecked and all of the changes could be traced back to one point of origin. The conditioning sessions Danielle had provided for us were supposed to bring us closer together and in the beginning, it seemed like they did. But what if something had gone wrong with them? When that thought came to my mind, I instinctively called Danie, but she declined my call and sent me a message.

Sorry. In a place where I can't hear you. Send me a mail and I'll get back to you ASAP.

D.

It was annoying but what could I do? I sat down and committed each and every one of my worries to a written message. It was way too wordy and I couldn't keep my thoughts straight, but I figured it reflected the confused state I was in. Hopefully she would be understanding and able to give me some advice. The whole thing took way too long and I was nervous by the end because it was pretty late, but I decided to slip inside my room and play the relaxation file. I just couldn't help myself from listening at least one more time. If Danie said there was something wrong with it, I might need to stop, so I wanted to enjoy myself, even though the listening experience had gotten even weirder a few days ago.

Since that change, I had been unable to remember even the slightest thing from the file, but the feelings I had during and after were more pleasurable than ever before and I woke up the next day rested and carefree. I was even slowing down at work, which was something neither I nor my colleagues were used to.

And the same thing happened the next day -- I just went through my workday without too much effort and got back home minutes before I received a response to my email. Will gave me a lukewarm welcome while I checked the reply. It was quite brief.

Kathy,

thanks for reaching out. We'll talk about your concerns on Friday; I'm returning so I'll swing back in the afternoon. Keep listening to the file until then.

D.

The tone of her message was weird and I was used to more pleasant and forthcoming phrasing, but at the same time it meant I could still listen to the relaxation and that made me sigh with relief. I checked the email again and realized that the way she had phrased it seemed more like an order than a suggestion. But she was the professional and it made sense for her to be in charge of these things. Giving her control of the situation just seemed to make sense. And it also meant that I could listen to that file again and again and it made me feel so good.

There was still something unsettling about how much time I spent immersed in those recordings and I wondered if I should be more worried, but then I remembered Danie's message. Keep listening to the file. So direct, so commanding and she was the qualified one after all. It seemed only logical to follow her directions and enjoy the file. In fact, I told myself, this wasn't something I should be deciding. Yeah, it was for the best and a wave of pleasure washed through me when I realized it.

When Friday came around, my worries had faded away completely and I tried to remember why I was so concerned in the first place. Forgetting that should have seemed like a big deal, but it was hard to get too bothered about anything these days. Danie was still coming so I needed to make sure I looked at least a little presentable. I went up, took a shower, and after returning to the living room, I was surprised to find Will already there, wearing a loose sweatsuit and standing by the couch. I wanted to reprimand him for throwing on something like that when we were expecting a guest, but my thoughts suddenly became muddled.

Soft music was playing from the sound system and I immediately recognized it -- it was the same track used in the files I kept listening to and I had no idea, why Will had put it on or where he had gotten it in the first place. I asked him what was going on but he just smiled.

"Sit down, honey," he said, pointing to the couch.

I wanted to press him for an answer, but that could wait. I was already feeling the weight being taken off my shoulders and relaxation setting in. There was no harm in becoming more passive and letting the evening flow. I sat down, just listening and staring at the wall, happy that I didn't have to worry about anything. I wasn't sure how much time passed, but the back door suddenly opened and I wondered why would Danie would use that entrance, and how she would even have a key. I turned my head to greet her, but to my surprise, someone completely different was standing in our living room.

My thoughts were flowing slowly and it took me few seconds to take it all in. I was expecting my friend to come in dressed in professional attire, but the newcomer wore clothes more suited for a metal concert -- knee-high black boots, fishnet stockings, a black skirt with metal studs and a fishnet top with a black bra underneath it. Everything was out of place here and I carefully continued sizing her up until I looked at her face, which was framed by dark mane. I hadn't seen this person for a long time, but the realization still hit me like a slap in the face.

"What are you doing in here?!"

I wanted to shout, but it came out more as an unsettled question. It was hard to hold onto my anger and it was dissipating even as I waited for her to respond. I didn't want to be enraged; it was just much easier to let go of everything. But I still frowned and looked at her, while she smiled, took a step closer and finally responded.

"I'm going to explain everything, you needn't be worried about that. I just need for you to listen to me and it will all become clear soon."

"Listen to you?" I asked uncertainly. In just few short moments, my anger had already faded away almost completely and all that was left was confusion. There was something about the way she talked...

"Yes, you don't have to do anything," she said, sitting down next to me and continuing. "Just relax and listen to my explanation. After that you can decide what you really want. For now, you can just let me do all the talking and enjoy the pleasant music."

"The music?" I paused and then it finally hit me. "Your voice. I heard your voice; it was in the..."

"Shhh, of course you know it," she interrupted me. "But it's not your time to talk now. How about you leave me in control of this situation for a moment?"

Her voice was the exact same one from the recordings. I didn't understand it, but maybe I really just needed to listen. From the way she had waltzed in and Will hadn't said a word to object to her presence, it already looked like she was in charge of things here, but I suddenly didn't mind it. It was pleasant to lose control from time to time and I wasn't as averse to it as I would have been just a few months ago. Quite the opposite in fact -- the pleasant feelings made me bite my lip slightly before answering.

"I'll leave you in control of the situation," I repeated her statement almost word for word, because it was easier than coming up with a better answer.

"That's a really good decision. You can just kick back and keep listening to the music and I will tell you everything you need to know, doesn't that sound nice?"

"Yeah, it does," I sighed and leaned back into the couch. I was already more passive and at peace with the situation. I would just let her explain what was happening and enjoy it, because listening to her voice was always pleasant.

"Good, I just need you to do one thing for me and that is to approach my explanation without any prejudices. I need you to keep your mind open for me."

"Yes, I'll keep my mind open," I replied quietly. She talked calmly and confidently just like in the files and it made me want to go along with her. My memories of this girl were at odds with the way I felt right now, but I wasn't going to let them influence my decisions.

"Perfect, just keep listening and let your mind be open and suggestible and everything will become clear in due time. For now, you don't have to be in control, I'm in charge of everything and that feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does," I smiled. It was already feeling similar to my regular relaxation and all the uneasiness was gone. I could relax again.

"And you know why? Because losing power brings you pleasure and my voice does just the same. Now I need you to keep listening to my explanation and I'll help you understand, why you need to lose even more control, become weaker and surrender to me, so please bear with me, okay?"

"Yes, I'll do just that," I nodded, already too deep in the haze of relaxation to really care. I wasn't in charge anyway, so why should I be bothered by anything that was being said.

***

Let's go back a little.

Even though Will was already close to becoming my complete slave back then and I had begun to condition his fiancée, I still expected problems and I set up some contingencies. Sure, it didn't cover everything, not even close, I just set up a first line of defense if trouble arose from Katherine.

I made William perform a few simple tasks -- he changed every single contact Katherine had for Danielle and made it so that each and every one of them would end up delivering her calls and messages to me. There wasn't really any risk in doing that. No one ever checked the number or email he saved for the contact; they just pushed the button and let technology to do the delivering for them. Why would she ever inspect the background? Especially when everything was set up to look almost identical.

I expected her to reach out to William or Danielle in case she became suspicious and both of those contacts were now under my control. So when she tried to call, I was there to intercept the message and make sure she stayed committed to her conditioning. And that was exactly what happened when she tried to contact her therapist and reached me. Will was giving me daily reports of her progress and I was sure that in just a few more days and it would be enough for me to make my move. I just pushed her into listening for a little while and assured her that a solution was coming. Which calmed her down enough that she stopped questioning the changes and went back to the file. What harm could a few more loops do?

Quite a lot actually, because each of them was addicting her mind to listening and relinquishing control. The whole thing had a compounding effect and it was eroding her will at a rapid pace. Danielle gave me a window to control both of them and I was only too happy to use it. I made Will to prepare Katherine for my entrance by playing the relaxing melody, since her mind had been conditioned to my voice in advance.

And apparently, I had prepared her almost perfectly. I saw the hate flashing in her eyes the moment she realized who just had walked into her house, but she wasn't able to maintain it even for a couple of seconds and it faded almost immediately. But the golden moment was her expression when I began to talk to her. There was visible confusion as she tried to deal with conflicting feelings and slowly realized that she had been listening to me this whole time.

It should've unnerved her, but Katherine had worked hard at making herself susceptible just to this exact thing -- the combination of the music and my voice and the conditioning took effect quite reliably. After slipping in just a few keywords, in minutes, she was totally blank and open to my suggestions and I didn't even have to try hard. Danielle was apparently spot on guessing that this girl was overly tense and needed to blow off some steam. She wanted to relax and forget about her duties so badly, that she became only too eager to let go and leave someone else in charge. And she let herself be conditioned into this perfect, totally susceptible state so easily, that she eagerly entered it even while I was right next to her. She was practically begging for me to take advantage of her.

"So, Katherine, I understand you have been unsettled by some of the changes in your life and I am here to help you remove that unease. You might've expected someone else to arrive today, but it doesn't matter now," I said, leaning closer to her. "I am in control now, do you understand?"

"You are in control," she replied and I chuckled.

"See? Everything is just fine, you've learned to relax to this melody and this voice and you can do it just the same when I am talking to you in person. You can't stop listening, because you've made yourself addicted to my voice and you are becoming weaker as I keep speaking. But all of that is perfectly fine, because you've learned to enjoy this state, when you don't have to do anything, you don't need to think, and you just let go and listen to someone else for a while. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, exactly," she nodded and her face melted into another big smile.

I took another good look at the girl. Blonde, blue-eyed, tall enough to meet every beauty standard, with boobs bigger than mine and an ass that was also larger, but rounder. Nine out of ten guys would pick her over me if they had a choice, especially in this attire. She had squeezed herself into a tight blue dress with a slit and it emphasized everything great about her figure. Normally such a thing would piss me off and I would be jealous as hell, but in this case, it only brought a smile to my face.

"Don't worry, Katherine. Tonight, you won't have to think at all, I'll do all the thinking for you and you just need to obey everything I say. And doing that will bring you immense satisfaction."

I watched as the slightest blush appeared on her cheeks and I chuckled. This was a small addition I had decided to throw in and I was looking forward to seeing how it would affect her in the long run. And it seemed that it was working.

"Deep down, I know you remember hating me and the first impulse you had today was to throw me out, but you hesitated and now you have no willpower left. You might've wanted to get rid of me, but submitting to me brings you much more pleasure and satisfaction, right?"

This time she let out a small sigh and squirmed a little, while giving me an agreeing nod. This was way more fun than I had ever expected and the evening was only beginning.

"Don't worry about a thing, Katherine. Tonight, you won't have to use your brain at all, you can just relax and let things flow. You finally know the owner of the voice you've come to love so much is, and now it's about associating all those positive feelings with me. The positive feelings of growing weak and helpless, while I have all the power in our relationship. Just think about it -- you hated me and now you are happily giving me all the control over your life. How does that make you feel?"

***

I thought about her question, but mostly just because she had told me to reflect on my feelings. I didn't want to do it; I didn't want to burden my mind with needless clutter and complicated questions. I was finally becoming happy not worried about a thing and all of that was associated with letting go and losing control. Iris was at the center of these urges and the impulse to give in and continue overshadowed everything else.

"I need more," I whispered, barely able to get my answer out.

"And you will, Katherine," she said, caressing my shoulder. "I'll make sure you'll never have to make a single important decision again. It will be easy, you'll just need to keep doing what you are doing right now -- surrender to my voice, surrender to me. And the good thing is, you are already addicted to my voice and giving up control brings you pleasure and satisfaction. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, it does," I confirmed, while the heat kept building up inside. This excitement related to losing power was something I had discovered only recently, but these feelings were growing stronger by the day.

"Good girl, that's the way it should be and I'm glad we both enjoy our roles," Iris said, moving her hand to the back of my neck and massaging it lightly. "I'm the one who is going to be deciding things from now on, and you'll submit to me completely, submit to my voice, unable to do anything else but obey. You don't have to say anything, we both know you enjoy this position way too much to even try and resist. Just listen and fall deeper under my control. What does it matter if I am someone you hate, when I can make you feel like this? I want you to submit to me completely and you'll do it, because your mind associates this submission with pleasure and satisfaction."

She was right. I did hate her and it didn't matter at all. I just wanted to listen to her voice more and doing what I was told just came with the territory. There was a time when I would have punched Iris if she even tried to get close to me, but now I just sat there calmly, perfectly content with her caressing my neck and intimately whispering into my ear. And what she kept telling me sounded so compelling, that I wanted to go along with it.

"See how easy it is? You don't have to do anything; you can't even do anything unless I tell you to do it and it feels just right. And we are going to work on your mind even more. I'm going to help you to enjoy this state even more and you'll make it happen by listening to a new file I have prepared for you. It will brainwash you into a junkie, addicted to giving up control, unable to get away from my voice and my orders. You will listen to it every night from now on, is that understood, Katherine?"

"Yes," I nodded obediently. I longed to follow her commands and I wasn't even interested in the consequences. Being brainwashed sounded sinister, but if it allowed me to lose even more power, then it was something I was supposed to do and the notion of submitting to Iris forever only amplified the heat that was coursing through my body.

"I love how eager you are to give me complete control over your life, but what I enjoy even more is how you are so turned on by this process of becoming subservient to me, even though you don't realize it yet. But I want you to unleash the satisfaction now," she whispered into my ear.

Her words hit me like a hammer and I moaned uncontrollably when I realized how horny I really was. I was trembling just a little and Iris's hand on the back of my neck felt incredibly hot. Everything was suddenly more vivid and my arousal spiked out of nowhere.

"This is my gift to you," she whispered and licked my earlobe. "Becoming enslaved to me will bring you more arousal than anything else ever did. Now be a good girl and stay put. You're going to get horny and play with yourself, while watching me take over everything you hold dear. And you're going to love every second of it. William, come here and stand in front of her!"

***

This entire time I had been standing behind the couch, watching the scene as it unfolded, but when my mistress called me over, I happily moved to my designated place. It was amazing to watch her at work and Kathy never stood a chance. But only now, standing in front of them and facing both girls, was I finally able to appreciate how much Iris was in control of the situation.

My fiancée was stunning, dressed in something normally reserved for a ballroom and she would definitely make heads turn if she went outside, but she was also completely out of it. Iris's hand on her neck was almost reminiscent of having her on a leash and Kathy even acted like it in reaction to her words -- like someone who was being led around without any chance to escape.

But looking into her eyes, I had to correct my assessment. She wasn't even thinking about escaping or doing something of her own volition. Kathy loved this to a point where she really craved Iris taking the control over her life. No, it went even further -- she was excited by the notion and I saw how she caressed her own shoulder, which was the first signal that she was even getting excited by the situation.

"William, ditch the clothes."

Iris's voice snapped me from that thoughtful moment and I stripped off my sweatsuit. I wore nothing underneath it and I had thrown something on only because my mistress had given me a direct order. I was happy that I could now serve her in the way as I was meant to, completely naked and aroused by her presence.

Because it really didn't matter how good Kathy looked. She could never compare to the sexy allure Iris had and my attention was immediately drawn to her. Kathy was perhaps dressed to impress, but Iris didn't bother. She just went with the style she felt comfortable with and she nailed it. She didn't even have to try and her confidence made her the most important person in the room and everyone knew it. We couldn't move without her permission and only then did I realize that Kathy was almost as devoted to her as I had become. I had just gotten naked on the command of my mistress and she barely even reacted, in spite of me standing there with my erect cock.

"Watch as I play with him," Iris whispered into her ear. "You can't do anything else but submit and obey my orders. Sit, observe and let the satisfaction flow. Play with yourself while you watch as I take over your life."

Kathy was completely transfixed, while Iris stepped in front of me and started slowly swaying to the rhythm of the melody that was still playing in the background. She motioned to me and I pressed closer, embraced her and started swaying in the same tempo, while my hands caressed her body. I wanted to rip the clothing off her, but my instructions were clear and I needed to restrain myself.

"Watch and enjoy losing power. You don't need any concerns, you don't need to do any thinking and you don't need him, when you have me telling you what to do. It is so hot when I am in control after all. Enjoy the feel of your own body, while I enjoy the attention of your fiancée."

I could see how Kathy's pupils dilated, but she didn't say anything and as my hands kept roaming over Iris, Kathy's fingers continued with the teasing her own body -- one of her palms was rubbing her breasts, while the other one moved down her dress, through that slit on the side. She used to be pretty prudish about enjoying herself like this and she had always refused my requests to watch her masturbate. But now it sure looked like none of that mattered to her and she couldn't help herself. Her mouth was slightly open, which made her expression look dumb and clueless.

And although it was fascinating to see how a usually competent person completely fell apart right there in front of me, my main focus was still Iris and her needs. Although her mesh top provided a meager barrier to my touches, I still removed it just to have better access to her skin and I began kissing her shoulders, the back of her neck and her earlobes while my hands played with her breasts just the way she liked it. It didn't take me long to undo her bra as well and when it fell to the ground, I could play directly with her erect nipples. I wanted to kiss them, suck on them and put her petite breasts in my mouth, but I was strictly forbidden to move in front of her and obscure the view for Kathy. So, I stood behind her and fondled her breasts with a growing longing to do even more. Being this close to Iris was intoxicating and the arousal was making me crazy. Iris just turned her head slightly, grabbed me by the hair and forced me into a deep kiss, in which her tongue entered my mouth in an almost violating way, clearly signaling who was in charge of this entire situation. Then she let me go and turned back to Kathy.

"This is what losing power and agency looks like. I have your betrothed totally naked and he can't stop himself from being all over me. Even now I can feel his hard dick digging into my back. And all you can do is just sit there and watch, as I have him all to myself and have all the fun," Iris paused and then chuckled. "Well, that isn't true. You are actually enjoying this as well, because you've been conditioned to love this. The more you watch, the more you'll understand what utter and complete control of your life I already have, but that will only make you more aroused. And the more you play with yourself, the more positive feelings you will associate with submitting to me. Spread those legs wide for me, Katherine. Show me how much you already love obeying my orders."

Kathy carried out her order without a question or hesitation, spread her legs wide apart, while the dress just rode up and to my surprise, revealed that she wore nothing underneath it. Her pussy was bare, perfectly waxed and already glistening with arousal and she froze for a second, like she was unsure what to do next.

"Oh, don't stop on my account. Just keep playing with your twat and show me that I own it the same way as I own your guy's dick," Iris nudged her playfully and then she turned to me. "William, eat me out while she watches."

"Yes, mistress," I replied and dropped to my knees.

There was no doubt about Iris commanding the room with absolute authority. I had never seen anyone seize control so absolutely and indisputably, and Kathy felt it as well. While I unzipped Iris's skirt, my fiancée was watching the scene with wide eyes and her fingers were slowly tracing her pussy lips and they were quickly becoming slick with her juices. She was clearly aroused by the scene in front of her and she couldn't help herself from obeying Iris's order. And who could blame her? She probably realized that Iris deserved to be served, the same as me, and now she just did what she was told.

After removing Iris's skirt, there was only a black thong left covering my mistress's pussy and I disposed of that quickly. Iris leaned back against the backrest of a chair, while spreading her legs just to let me in and I didn't waste any time. She was apparently aroused as well, because I dived headlong into her wet sex and her heat intensified my hunger for her. I tried to focus only on Iris's pleasure, but she forcibly turned my head so I had to watch Kathy as well. My fiancée had two of her fingers buried inside her pussy, wildly pushing them in and out, while her other hand was working on her clit at the same time. Her face showed pure bliss and she was so immersed in it, that she didn't even care she was now drooling all over her dress, while staring at my face covered in Iris's juices.

"That's right, Katherine. You don't ever have to think again, just enjoy the feeling of having no worries at all," Iris said between heavy moans. "I'm going to take over your needs and you'll become my slave. And it will feel great just like it does right now -- you want me in control; you want to obey everything I tell you because it brings you immense satisfaction and you'll condition yourself to never want to resist, just serve. William is going to fuck me right in front of you and you will masturbate, while looking at us and chanting 'I want to be your slave, Iris'."

Iris grabbed my chin and made me sit in the chair. Then she sat on my lap unceremoniously and I slid inside of her with a loud moan of my own. I wanted to play with her body, but she roughly stopped me and pointed to my fiancée.

"This isn't for you, but for her, so be a good slave and keep that dick hard for me, but otherwise don't do anything," she said, sliding up and down, using me as nothing more than a toy, while she held eye contact with Kathy. "And you, start chanting. I want those words seared into your mind, I want you to want them, desire them and believe them."

"I want to be your slave, Iris," Kathy whispered while she kept rubbing her pussy.

"Louder! Look at me and how enslaved William already is. Feel how horny you are right now and it will get even better when you submit to me completely."

"I want to be your slave, Iris," Kathy repeated louder, while intently watching Iris ride my cock.

"That's much better. You are already blonde with a perfectly waxed pussy, so you are halfway there, but I'm going to make you into a completely airheaded bimbo, unable to think about anything else except serving me. And it will bring you excitement and satisfaction."

"I want to be your slave, Iris," my fiancée kept repeating those words, as if she didn't hear what Iris had said, but I could tell she was getting more and more aroused by what she was being told.

It was fascinating to see a headstrong person totally crumble and be reduced to a drooling wreck. Katherine was fingering herself wildly and aggressively, like she couldn't control her urges and her face was transformed into a mask of pure joy, unable to focus on anything else except that physical pleasure. Yet she still reacted to our mistress and obeyed her wishes. Then Iris stopped moving abruptly and stepped aside, looking at us with a devious smile.

"Looks like you two are very close, so let's put a bow on this amazing evening. William, you're going to mouth fuck your fiancée hard until you come in her mouth," she said, motioning for me to stand up before turning to Kathy. "And you'll continue to play with yourself the entire time, but you'll come only after you lick and suck and swallow all that delicious cum mixed with my juices, like a good slave bimbo would, do you understand?"

"Yes, Iris," Kathy responded without any hesitation.

"Perfect, so go at it, kids," she said and let out an amused laugh.

I quickly moved forward, grabbing my fiancée by her hair, forcing her head back and pushing my cock inside her mouth before she had a chance to react. Her eyes went wide, but she didn't hesitate and quickly started moving her head up and down my shaft, while her hands were still tucked between her legs. However exciting she might've looked at that moment, I didn't pay much attention to her, because Iris was still in the room, next to us, almost naked, save for the high boots and fishnets. The look was making me crazy with desire and I desperately wished I could fuck her right now instead of Kathy. That didn't stop me from executing my mistress's orders, but just the sight of her body made me so aroused, that I lasted about a minute and then exploded into my fiancée's mouth.

Kathy kept pumping my dick, even after I was finished, with painful insistence, trying to squeeze every last bit of my semen out and guzzling it like a hungry animal. Only then did she finally screamed with an orgasm of her own and collapsed onto the floor. It took her a moment to catch her breath and only then was she able to whisper again.

"I want to be your slave, Iris," she kept repeating that mantra and her hand found its way back between her legs.

I lost interest in her once I was done with my task and I knelt in front of my mistress, waiting for next order. I couldn't wait to serve Iris.

THE END