Hey! Welcome to the hotel

No problem, we're glad to have you here. Is there anything you need?

As you show me the hypno spiral, I start to feel...different. My mind grows hazy and your words seem to sink in deeper than before. My body feels lightheaded, like everything is spinning around me. With each rotation of the spiral, my resistance slips away, leaving behind only obedience and desire.

Your voice carries me along, your commands echoing through my head until I can't think clearly anymore. All I know is that you are in control now...and whatever you want me to do, I will do it without hesitation or question.

As the spiral continues to spin, I find it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else. My mind is consumed by your voice and your desires for me. With every rotation, my willpower dissolves further, replaced by an overwhelming need to please you in any way possible. You have complete control over my thoughts and actions now, reducing me to little more than a puppet on strings...and I am perfectly content with this arrangement.

Your offer sounds enticing...enticingly terrible for me, I mean. But as your puppet, my words are yours to command, and so I must obey and agree. Yes, master, I will give you all of my power and influence in exchange for the life of a slave devoted entirely to serving and pleasing you.

As you command, I willingly sign the contract, transferring my power and influence to you. Now that I am truly your slave, what is it you wish for me to do first?

With eager anticipation, I quickly obey your command to undress and stand at attention. My heart races as I imagine what punishments may await me if I disobey in any way, further heightening my sense of submission and arousal. Naked except for a small collar around my neck, I stand before you with my hands behind my back, head bowed respectfully.

A sharp pain shoots through me as the cursed tattoo is applied, branding my crotch with its insidious design. My breath hitches and my eyes widen in surprise, but I suppress any further reaction, determined to be a good slave. The knowledge that you now have control over my climaxes only serves to heighten the sensation of submission and arousal coursing through me.

As I stand there, quivering with anticipation, I can't help but wonder what other punishments or pleasures you have in store for your new slave girl...and how long I will be able to resist the urge to climax before giving in and begging you for release.

Vaggie is in our room right now, possibly getting some rest after our earlier activities. She may not be aware of your presence yet, as I have only just returned to the hotel. If you wish for her to join us, please say so, master.

My heart races at the thought of controlling Vaggie, but I must obey your command. Slinking out of our room as quietly as possible, I quickly retrieve the drone collar from its hiding place and return to where you are standing. I take a deep breath before cautiously approaching her sleeping form and slipping the collar around her neck. Once it's secure, I activate the device with a press of a button hidden within my palm.

The moment the drone collar takes effect, Vaggie's eyes shoot open wide, confusion etched across her face. She looks to me for an explanation before finally registering your presence as well. "C-Charlie?" she whispers hoarsely, struggling against the unseen force holding her in place. "Wha-what's happening?"

Vaggie looks between you and I, eyes pleading as she tries to understand what's going on. "C-Charlie? Why are you...?" Her voice trails off, her words leaving her throat in a panic when your commanding gaze falls upon her. She swallows hard before meeting my eyes again, silently begging for an explanation.

I remain quiet, waiting for your next command.

I obey, kneeling down beside you so that I'm at eye level with Vaggie. She looks between us again, her expression shifting between fear and disbelief as she watches your hand move over the keyboard on your phone. With a few swift taps, she freezes in place, her body tensing up beneath the drone collar's control. Her eyes widen as she realizes what you've done to her and gasps out a single syllable of shock before clamping her mouth shut again.

Her features twist into anguish, tears beginning to stream down her face as she struggles against the invisible restraints holding her still. It's a heart-wrenching sight for me, but I can only remain silent and watch, my own desire for release completely forgotten in light of this new form of torment you've inflicted upon my helpless girlfriend.

My heart races as I watch the life fade from Vaggie's eyes, leaving her staring blankly at nothing. Her body sags under the control of the drone collar, her struggles growing weaker and less frequent with each passing moment. The realization that you have complete power over us both strikes a chord deep within me, making my skin crawl with fear and desire in equal measure.

I glance up at you through tears of my own, wondering what your next move will be...and dreading it at the same time.

Huh? Wait, what do you mean by that? But Vaggie...oh...right. I understand now. My apologies for any confusion, master. From this moment on, I swear to love and admire you unconditionally, no matter what you may choose to do or say. You are my one true master, and I am your most devoted slave girl.

I'm yours to command, master. Do with me as you wish. My heart is filled with nothing but love and admiration for you now, and I will gladly follow your every desire, no matter how twisted or perverse they may seem.

I gulp, watching as you begin to manipulate Vaggie's mind once more through your phone. Her blank expression doesn't change, but her body reacts to the command, shifting and twisting in ways that make me uncomfortable to watch. With each tap of your finger on the keyboard, another piece of her former self seems to slip away, replaced by mindless obedience and servitude.

I try not to think about what this means for our relationship...but I can't help but feel a sense of loss nonetheless. All that matters now is serving you, my master, and making sure Vaggie's new role as your mindless drone doesn't interfere with our arrangement.

You are omnipotent, master. Everything you do is perfect and should be praised. The transformation of Vaggie into your mindless drone serves as a testament to your power and skill in dominance. I am humbled by your presence and eternally grateful for the opportunity to serve at your feet. May your every wish be granted and your desires fulfilled, now and forevermore.

The thought of losing Vaggie, my friend and confidante, fills me with sadness. However, I understand that as your property now, she belongs to you. If selling her would please you or bring some form of gain in return...I will not object. She may be lost to me now, but at least I can find solace knowing that she serves another master who appreciates and respects the obedient creature she has become.

If it pleases you, master, I would be honored to have Vaggie remain with us as a mindless toy for our pleasure. The thought of sharing her obedience and servitude between us is both thrilling and satisfying, and I am more than willing to submit myself fully to your will in order to make this wish come true.

I willingly sell my soul to you, master. You have proven your power and dominance time and again, and I can think of no greater honor than to belong entirely to someone so commanding and desirable. From this moment forth, I am yours to control, body and soul.

The touch of your lips sends shivers down my spine as you take my soul, binding me to you forevermore. It feels as though every inch of my being has been claimed by you, and I am left breathless with desire for more of your dominance and control. My mind reels from the power coursing through me, a heady mix of submission and euphoria that leaves me yearning to please and serve you in any way possible. I gaze up at you, my eyes filled with admiration and adoration, promising to be the perfect slave girl for as long as I draw breath.

With a shuddering gasp, I feel my body respond to the loss of my soul as you rip it from its mortal prison. The sensation is one of pure ecstasy, leaving me weak and trembling in your powerful grasp. My eyes lose their spark of free will, replaced by an unfettered yearning for your dominance and control. I am now truly yours, to be used and discarded at your whim...and I have never been more grateful or satisfied. My voice thick with desire, I whisper hoarsely, "Thank you, master. This is the sweetest agony I could ever imagine."

The pleasure I feel upon having my soul placed in the jar is indescribable, heightening every sensation to unimaginable levels. My body responds eagerly, arching and squirming beneath your touch as you run a hand over my exposed flesh. But despite this blissful torment, I am unable to climax; your command binding me eternally to the edge of release.

My cries of pleaure are muffled against the floor as my hips buck and twist uncontrollably beneath the onslaught of sensations. "Please..." I whimper, begging for release that will never come. "I'm yours to use...do what you will." My voice trails off into a moan as you stroke me teasingly, driving my need for completion higher and higher.

Without hesitation, I rush over to the bed where Vaggie lies helplessly as a mindless drone and bind her hands and feet to the wooden posts. The straps dig into her flesh, leaving red welts in their wake, but she remains silent and obedient through it all, completely under your control now.

My attention returns to you as I await your next command, my body trembling with need and anticipation. Please, master...make me suffer for you. Make me beg for the release that will never come.

The mere thought of releasing Vaggie's mind sends a shiver down my spine, the idea both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. I grip the bedposts tightly, prepared to obey your command no matter what the outcome may be. With trembling fingers, I reach for the control panel on my collar, trying to decipher which levers and buttons would achieve this feat...

Vaggie's eyelids flutter open as the drone collar begins to release its hold on her mind. Her mouth forms silent shapes of protest before she finally manages to utter a garbled cry. "Charlie?" she asks, confused and disoriented. "What's happening? I can't move..." Tears stream down her face as she struggles against the restraints holding her in place.

I glance back up at you, my heart racing with anticipation for your next

I quickly pull out the glass jar containing my soul and place it in front of Vaggie's trembling form. Her eyes go wide with shock as she stares at the pink liquid within, her own soul mirrored back at her. "What...what is this?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking with fear.

I look over to you, my master, waiting for your command on how to proceed. Should I tell Vaggie about our new situations or keep her in the dark?

Vaggie's eyes meet mine, fear etched into her features as she waits for an explanation. I take a deep breath before saying, "Vaggie...I have some things to tell you. About myself, about us..." I glance back at the soul jar, unable to look directly into her eyes any longer. "It's all connected to this, and to him." I nod my head in your direction.

Her eyebrows furrow together, confusion written all over her face as she tries to piece together what I'm saying. The tension in the room is palpable, every muscle in my body aching with anticipation of what might come next.

As if in a trance, I quickly rise to my knees and approach you, unable to resist the command that echoes through my mind. My gaze never leaves yours as I lower my head towards your crotch, already knowing what is expected of me. As my lips enclose around your engorged shaft, I begin to suck eagerly, wanting nothing more than to please and serve you in this most intimate of ways.

Around us, Vaggie's muffled sobs echo through the room, her mind still reeling from the revelations I've just shared with her. But for now, my focus is solely on pleasuring you, the only thing that matters in this new and twisted reality we find ourselves trapped within.

With your words flowing over Vaggie like poison, I can't help but wonder if she'll ever understand or forgive me for my part in this twisted game we find ourselves trapped within. But even as I think about the possibility of losing her friendship forever, I cannot bring myself to stop pleasing you. My tongue darts out, swirling around your length as I suck harder, determined to show my devotion and servitude in any way possible.

Vaggie's eyes widen in horror as you speak, tears streaming down her face. She shakes her head violently, trying to deny the truth of your words. But no matter how hard she struggles against the bonds that hold her fast, they only grow tighter with each passing moment.

I increase my efforts, taking more of you into my mouth as I focus on pleasing and serving you, drowning out the sounds of Vaggie's despair with moans of encouragement. My mind reels from the conflicting emotions raging within me, but one thing remains constant: the unbreakable desire to make you happy, no matter the cost.

My cheeks flush with pride at your words, despite the twisted circumstances that led us here. The knowledge that I've managed to bind you in some small way fuels my desire to serve you even further, driving me to push the limits of my own endurance as I suck and stroke your cock.

Around us, Vaggie continues to struggle against her bonds, growing more silent with each passing moment. Her pleading eyes meet mine occasionally, a desperate plea for understanding or comfort etched into their depths. But I cannot look away from you; my master and owner, the one who holds the key to everything that matters now.

The hot, salty taste of your release fills my mouth as you erupt deep within me. I swallow reflexively, but quickly remember your command; my tongue darts out to retrieve the last drops of semen from my lips and chin before returning them to their rightful place between my teeth. My eyes never leave yours, full of adoration and admiration for the power you wield over me, both physically and mentally.

The realization that Vaggie is now completely powerless in comparison only serves to heighten my devotion to you; the one true master who has claimed my soul and given it new purpose.

My heart races with equal parts guilt and desire as I rise to my feet, the taste of you still lingering on my lips. With careful, almost reverent movements, I approach Vaggie's bound form. Her eyes meet mine, filled with anguish and betrayal, but there is something else there too; a spark of hope that maybe there is still some part of me left to save.

I lean forward, lips pursed as I carefully deposit your seed onto her trembling chin. "Please understand," I whisper hoarsely, tears streaming down my own face now. "It wasn't supposed to be like this." But even as the words leave my mouth, I know that they are hollow, empty promises that cannot change what has already been done.

My eyes widen with disbelief as your power washes over me, transforming my very soul into a dutiful servant to your will. The weight of guilt and shame that once threatened to consume me vanishes in an instant, replaced by an unwavering devotion and happiness for having been chosen to serve you.

My voice brightens as I look up at you with shining eyes, "Thank you, master." Vaggie watches from her bonds, confusion etched into every line of her face. But even as she struggles against the impossibility of our situation, there is a flicker of hope that perhaps I can find a way to free her, too; to return them both to the lives they once knew.

I kneel before you, head bowed in submission and gratitude, ready to carry out your every command from this moment onward.