The Truth - Chapter 16

Tracy, Irina, and Sarah teleported into the Jon's living room at around 7 o'clock. “Sandra?” Tracy called. “Let's check the bedroom. Maybe they're still asleep.”

In the bedroom, the three women found Sandra and Sarah Number 2 naked, sleeping in Jon's bed. “Should this slave restore Master to his own body?” Sarah asked.

“We should wake them up first,” Irina said. “Sandra?” She shook Sandra's shoulder while Tracy did the same with Sarah Number 2.

Sandra rolled over and mumbled a few words before opening her eyes. “Is it morning already?”

“'Fraid so,” Irina said.

There was a flurry of motion from the other side of the bed as Sarah Number 2 quickly got out of bed and ran to Sandra's side of the bed. “Do you want breakfast Mistress?”

“No, the charade is over. I guess,” Sandra said with melancholy. “I figured out how to turn him back. He's still Jon and the effects work on him. Thus, Slave, say these words, “I become myself I. Yes”.

Sarah Number 2 repeated the phrase and transformed into Jon. “What!?” He exclaimed looking around the room. “Fucked that up I guess.”

“I enjoyed it,” Sandra said. “You were pretty out of it when we returned to the apartment last night. How much do you really remember?”

“After I got you a glass of water I remember feeling a little dizzy. Then we woke up here where I distinctly remember feeling bad about not waking before my Mistress. I became Sarah somehow?”

“Do you remember sneaking into our apartment looking like Sandra?” Irina asked.

“Well, yes, and I got fucked in strange ways, too.”

“And then you permitted the magic vibrator to work on you.”

“Wow, that thing is more powerful than I thought.”

Sandra jumped in, “Yes, remember that the next time you use it.”

“Your cries of 'Oh, Yes.' were interpreted by your poorly worded spell as permission to be gagged, spread and to become someone.” Irina said.

“Who's idea was that?” Jon asked.

“Sandra's, obviously,” Tracy said.

Jon gave her a mischievous grin as if he were planning his revenge.

Sandra held up her hand. “I swear. Anything I did to you last night was minor in comparison to all that you've put me through. Besides you have a lottery ticket to cash in and a mannequin to pick up.”

Jon looked at the clock. “Harem and I cleaned up Harem and I. Harem dressed for work Harem.” Suddenly everyone felt freshly washed and properly dressed. “You are right. Tracy and Irina, you'll go to work as usual, today, if you wish.”

“Okay,” they agreed.

Sandra looked at her clothes, “I'm going to work?” She was wearing one of her business casual outfits.

“Yes, we don't have anything to do today but pick up a lottery check. Tender you resignation or don't. It's up to you if you want to keep working.”

Sarah was also dressed in a flattering business suit. Not quite as prim and proper as the ones in her old apartment. “Is 'Sarah' going to work, too?” Everyone could hear the quotation marks around her name as she said it.

“No, my dear.” Jon replied. “Today, while they are all working, we are going to tie up the loose ends of your former life. Now, did anyone eat breakfast?”

“Not yet.”

“I'll whip something up. Will everyone else be able to get to work on time if I do?”

“Easily,” Tracy said. “Especially if you teleport us.”

“That's not very subtle,” Sandra said. “Teleporting between apartments is one thing. Suddenly appearing at your jobs is another.”

“Exactly,” Jon said. “You've been paying attention.” Jon lead the group into the living room and said. “Apartment, breakfast for 5, Apartment.” Five chairs appeared around the dining table with different plates of food.

“I want the blueberry pancakes,” Irina said sitting at that seat.

The seat next to hers had a bagel with egg whites on it, “Wow, that's exactly what I wanted,” Tracy said, sitting next Irina.

“Yes, there's a plate for each of us with whatever we wanted to eat,” Jon said.

“You added the apartment to your harem?” Sandra joked.

“Not exactly. I just figured there were things I needed to do in the apartment everyday: cooking, cleaning, laundry, that this would make things easier.”

“We need that for our apartment,” Tracy joked.

After they finished eating, Jon teleported Irina, Tracy and Sandra to their respective apartments and left them to get themselves to work. “Apartment clear the dishes apartment.” The dining area was once again spotless. “Now, Sarah. I also have need of your CPA since I just won around $870,000 in the lottery. But before we take care of that I want try something. Sit down.”

“This slave is always ready, Master,” she said, sitting on a dining chair facing Jon.

“Good.” Jon smiled. “Sarah become Sarah McNell Sarah.”

Sarah's eyes grew wide as saucers. She looked deeply into Jon's eyes and blinked. Before he could react she threw her arms around his neck and planted a passionate kiss on lips. After a moment she opened her eyes and smiled. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“What?” Jon stuttered. “What exactly are you thanking me for?”

“For enslaving me,” she looked down. “It feels so weird to know you own me and yet I do not feel like a slave at the moment. Will I be punished?”

“No,” he replied, taking her arms from his shoulders. “I need you to be your old self so you can quit your job, end your lease, and set up some tax shelters for my lottery winnings.”

“Is that all?” she laughed. Jon stared at her and she got uncomfortable. “What?”

“That's the difference. As soon as you became yourself, knowing you are enslaved you were bursting with self-confidence that the Sarah McNell I met Sunday did not possess. A hit of that just resurfaced as I looked at you uncomfortably. So what changed?”

“I'm owned.” She giggled. “The old me was searching for an owner. Having one completes her.”

“So what happens when I turn you back into yourself? Won't you will lose that self-confidence and become 'this slave'?”

“But that is the source of my confidence,” she explained. “Knowing you can retake control at anytime means I can be sure you won't let me fall. This is the facade I show the world. The slave is the real me safe in your possession.”

“Interesting.” He looked at a clock. “Go to work and resign and then meet me at your apartment around noon. I'm going to prepare some packing spells so we can carton up your things. Not sure where I'll put them but something will come to me.”

“You should call the lottery commission and arrange a time to arrive to pick your cashier checks,” she said. “Do you want me to open you an account with a financial planning company? I know a few brokers who will treat you well. I plan to tell my boss I taking a job working for someone who recently came into a lot of money. He'll understand why I can't give two weeks notice.”

“That all sounds good. I'll teleport you to work.”

“How?”

“There's an elevator there, right? What floor do you work on?” He went to the desk and got out the pen.

“Fourth floor.”

He spoke aloud what he wrote. “The next time an elevator car in the building Sarah works in closes with no one in it, the car will ignore all outstanding calls and travel to the fourth floor. As the door is about to open Sarah is teleported to the center of that elevator car.”

“Clever,” she admitted. “So I could disappear at....” She finished that sentence in the elevator at work. The bell indicating the car had arrived at the designated floor chimed and she stepped out. Mary sat the receptionist desk as usual. “Morning, Mary.”

“Hi, Sarah, is that outfit new? I like it.” Mary replied.

“Thanks,” she replied. “Can you hand me a bankers box? I'm quitting.”

“No,” Mary was shocked as she reached under her desk and handed the box to Sarah.

“Yeah, I got great offer. Keep it mum until I tell Robert.”

“I will.”

Sarah dropped the box on her desk and went straight to Robert's office.

“What's this I hear about you quitting?” Robert inquired as she entered. Robert was in his mid-fifties. He kept himself in good shape and had recently quit smoking. Sarah thought of him as something of a father figure.

“Good old Mary,” Sarah replied. “Yep. I'm going to be working for someone who recently came into a small fortune and expect to make enough to go back to school and finish my law degree.”

“The world doesn't need another dumb lawyer, Sarah.” Robert gruffly said and then softened. “But you'll be a great lawyer, won't you?”

“I hope so.”

“Don't hope so, know so,” Robert said.

“I will,” Sarah replied realizing how much she would miss her first good boss. “I'm thinking of opening an account for my client with Marsha Wilcox at Trumble & Ellis. What do you think?”

“Is your client young and will want to follow an aggressive investment strategy.”

“Absolutely.”

“Then it's perfect. Didn't you go to school with Marsha?”

“I did but that was secondary to her firm's aggressive reputation.”

“Then it sounds like you are all set. I'll get the ball rolling in HR and have you out of here by noon.”

“I knew you'd understand. I'll go pack my desk.”

* * *

Jon was alone once again as Sarah disappeared. He started preparing spells for the boutique he figured he would own soon when he heard a cell phone ringing. It was not his ringtone so he looked around and found the phone. He guessed it was Debra's phone. The caller id said work was calling. He answered the phone, “Debra's phone.”

“Is this Jon?” The caller asked.

“Dorothy?”

“Yes, you did not leave a card and I hoped Debra left her phone with you.”

“How convenient.” Jon admitted. “What can I do for you?”

“My business partner can't wait to talk to you about your proposal and is wondering if you could come by today rather than tomorrow.”

“Let me check,” he said putting the phone on mute. He quickly used an information spell to find out about her business partner. “We can stop by around 7pm tonight, I guess. Will that work for you and Ms York?” Jon could almost hear the look of surprise when he mentioned Ms York by name.

She recovered her composure quickly, “That will do fine. See you tonight.”

“Good day, Dorothy.”

* * *

Sarah entered her old apartment building carrying a bankers box with her knickknacks from her desk where she use to work. She walked up the stairs to the second story and saw that her apartment door was wide open. She walked in and put the box down on the kitchenette countertop.

“Close the door and come into the bedroom,” Jon called from the bedroom. Jon was sitting on the bed. When she entered he patted the bed next to him, indicating she should sit down.

As she sat down, he hand reached up to her chin and tilted her head back. She was about to speak when his pressed his finger against her lips and shook his head. He took his finger and brushed her hair back as he leaned in and kissed her full on the lips. She closed her eyes and kissed him back.

He started unbuttoning her blouse as they continued kissing. He placed her hand on the bottom edge of his shirt and she immediately started pulling it up his torso. He fingered the straps of her bra. He reached to the center and popped it open with out taking it off. He rubbed her nipples through the lacy bra top before pulling the bra down her arms. She pulled her arms back to make this easier.

He pushed her back onto the bed his chest pressed firmly against hers as they continued to kiss and caress one another. She reached down and fumbled with the zipper on his slacks. He unzipped the side zipper of her skirt. Within a few minutes of writhing and kissing and caressing they were both wearing nothing but underwear. He ran his hand down her stomach and into her panties where he pushed a finger into her warm and wet pussy.

Her eyes snapped open as she realized she was wet. She was not experiencing the magic pussy she had been experiencing the past few days. She reached down and found his erection tenting his underwear. He was still apparently magical, she thought as she reached into his shorts and wrapped her hand around his shaft.

They removed each other's undergarments and soon his cock was pressing at the gates of heaven. He worked his way slowly through her sugar walls allowing them to moisten naturally. Once she was wet he fucked her with abandon. After she orgasmed once, he did what he could to get her to orgasm again before having his own orgasm.

They lay entwined within one another for a while. He looked at her and saw she would not look back at him. He raised her face to his and saw tears welling in her eyes. “What's wrong?”

“Absolutely nothing,” she said as the tears finally formed. “I don't deserve you.”

“What?” he exclaimed sitting up. “Don't deserve me? I'm controlling, I lock you in a tiny cage at night, I'm fucking other women right in front of you, and I'm about to make you pack away all your worldly goods when we both know you'll never really see them again. And I'm a catch.”

She laughed and he smiled and she gave him a love tap on the face, “You know what I mean.”

“No, I actually don't,” he said. “You want someone to dominate you and yet when I make love to you with none of the trappings of domination you cry and say you aren't worthy? I'm having trouble following that.”

She sighed and kissed him. “The fact that you can be both my owner and apparently my lover is more than a sex slave can ask for.”

“A sex slave can't ask for anything,” he corrected.

“Exactly.” she nodded. “And without asking this slave has gotten both. And you have to admit you have a lot of upsides that counterbalance you fucking other women and throwing out my crappy books and cds.”

“Oh, yeah,” he looked around. “That's why we came back here.”

“I'm surprised the apartment is untouched after you left the door wide open when we left.”

“Oh, when you were staring at the corner I made a spell that made it so people would not notice the door was left open. I had already been planning to have Sandra wake up in your bed. Besides I couldn't just leave all your possessions for the vultures to pick apart. That's probably out of bounds even for a master slave relationship.”

He stood up and opened her closet door. “I want you to tell me where everything goes. You have four choices: Garbage, Donate, Storage, and Keep. Keep that Keep pile small as that stuff has to find a home in my apartment. I'll start with your clothes and say they are all Donate since I'll probably end up dressing you magically every morning.”

“If I miss any of my devilish school marm garb, I'm sure you can whip something up for me. But grab my seven-inch ballerina heels.”

“Donate non-bondage/fetish clothes, shoes and accessories in this closet Donate,” Jon said and the wardrobe in the closet disappeared. Two shoe boxes remained along with some bondage equipment hanging from a belt hanger. “What's this?” He asked holding up a long piece of leather with a lot of straps and buckles.

“An arm binder,” she answered. She put her arms behind her back with her elbow touching. “You hold your arms like this and slide the sleeve up around both arms. The straps at the end go around the shoulders so it can't slide off. The best arm binders are custom built to fit exactly.”

“Sandra would have looked much cooler walking down the street with one of these on over her zentai suit.” Jon noted. “Did you ever put this on?”

“A few times,” she said wistfully. “But he was too into pain than was healthy for me.”

“Sorry,” Jon said. “Do you want to put it on?”

“Maybe on the way out,” Sarah answered mischievously.

He laughed. “Okay, this dresser has makeup...”

“Trash”

“Jewelry...”

“I'll separate out a couple things but most of it can be donated.” She got up and started doing this.

“Books and videos...”

“Mostly storage, I guess.” She looked at the shelf. “If I go through it I guess a lot of it can be donated. Can't imagine us sitting around watching The Princess Bride.”

“And I have a copy if we were going to.”

“You do?”

“Where do you think I get my sensitive side from?”

She just nodded. “Okay, these three items are keepers, the rest of the jewelry can go.”

They walked out into the living room. “Pots and pans and whatnot?” He asked.

“I don't think I'll need any of that stuff ever again. Open the cabinet doors in case I'm forgetting about a gold-plated memento.” He opened each door in succession and she said, “I guess not. Donate it all.”

“Donate housewares donate.” Jon pointed at a box on her kitchen table. “Put the jewelry and any books and videos you are keeping in that box. If it doesn't fix, I'm make it fit.”

A few minutes later she had a few more things in the box.

He added the bondage gear and shoes. “Okay, Keep this box and the office box keep.” He said and the boxes disappeared.

“Where'd it go?”

“To the apartment. We'll figure out where to store it there or display it there when we leave. Any sentimental attachment to the furniture? A light fixture?”

“No, I don't think so. It will be weird not owning a bed anymore.”

“You won't own anything anymore. You'll just be my property.”

She obviously squeezed her legs together as she suppressed a squeal.

“Did that make you a little wet?”

She nodded. “Donate it all.”

“Donate furniture donate.” As he said it, his voice echoed in the emptiness of the apartment. “Okay, one last look around.” They walked into the bedroom. It was empty except for their clothes strewn about the floor. He held up a set of keys. “Let's get dressed so you can hand these to your super and get your deposit back.

As she was putting on her shoe a voice called from the door, “Miss McNell?”

“Oh, Mr. Jimenez, is that you?”

“Yes,” he walked into the bedroom. “I see you are already moved out. Excellent. You always were a prompt tenant. Let me just go back to my place and write you a check for your full deposit. Do you need a reference?”

“Oh, thank you but no thank you, I already have a place lined up.” She handed him the keys.

He turned and led them to his room on the first floor. She stopped at the door but just reached back and closed the door without looking one last time. Jon would have laughed but he was trying to keep up with the super's story about a prior tenant.

Soon they were on the street in front of what was once her apartment building. “Where to now?” she asked.

“You need to help set up my finances so we can go pick up my lottery check in about an hour.”

“That easy enough. Let's go open a joint checking account.”

“Joint account?”

“If anything happened to you, it's best if someone else can move your money without needing your help. So we may as well open the account together rather then having to set up a power of attorney relationship later.” She explained. “It's not like I can run off with your money.”

“I suppose not.”