A click. The door opened to a quiet street, a neighborhood asleep. Not a peep, no cat meowing for food, no kids running about in their play, nor a car that roared its engine to the tune of some rock song.
Night had taken over this sleepy street. The sun faded into the background and the moon took its spot. A symphony of moonlight that illuminated the soft hand in front of me.
"Come." She spoke, quite softly at that too. But as if to contradict her tone, that soft hand grabbed mine and tugged me to the door. Opening it to reveal a quaint house. It would've been more mysterious... maybe even dramatic... Had the door not squeaked so.
Lily looked at me sheepishly, gesturing me to follow her. "It- ah- It doesn't do that. Too often..." The last part was whispered, and probably not for my ears either.
So I just followed her. The house was small, one story at best. But it was homely. A bedroom that had clothes piled in the corner with dust accumulated at the only desk. Homely, yeah...
Again, like she was embarrassed of her own living space, Lily blushed and pushed me onto the bed. And to distract me she peppered my forehead with kisses, only reluctantly letting me go after what might have been a minute straight of that.
"I'll make something for us to eat. Mmkay~?"
I nodded, letting a smile play on my lips as she left me here. Bereft of entertainment. But there was some stuff that I could do. Chiefly exploring her room. I found myself quite curious what the... hmm... what to call her.
The fetishists~ Yeah, the fetishist was probably the right term for her. After all she had proclaimed herself my mother. My mother.
I snorted. Yeah that's a fetish if I ever heard one.
I explored around. There wasn't much there to find. With most things being put away neatly, except for her clothes. I wonder why~ Wonder why~
"Oh~" I teased. "That's why~"
It was hidden under the stack of dirty clothes. A dildo colored the same as the clothes, as if to hide it from even the prying eyes of some nascent camera. Mm~ Naughty naughty~ Little minx~
Was I going to use that? Well, I might. It could be used to tease her. I could lovingly ask... 'Mother what's this' It would definitely be amusing to see her justify this object to a seemingly innocent child.
Ah- But I did have to put it back after a while. And seeing as that was the only interesting item in the room I had to just go and sit on the bed. Looking at the ceiling rather than doing anything interesting.
Oh- Before I forget, I noted down some other stuff that I found. They weren't as interesting as that. But it was still something to take note of.
A schedule. It showed that she was off. For the next week too? Why's that? Doesn't that just usually mean a vacation... maybe? I shrugged, it was at least something to know.
I blinked.
There was a knocking sound at the door. And there, in the frame of the door she stood. Her hair draping down her back like a symphony of ebony greatness. A great void of black that stood as a momentum of her beauty.
No it wasn't black. That was a... it was a terrible mistake my eyes had made. Her hair... it took upon it the color of the room. So pure was the silver of her hair that it reflected the light so greatly. And in this terrible darkness.
Among the nonexistent lights she stood. With pure silver hair, taking upon it the void of the room. Ah- and when the light turned back on, there it was, that pure face. Enamored by me. Enamored by my own beauty.
We cut quite the pair. A boy so pretty he could topple nations, and a hard woman, her stature just a tad taller than mine and with hair that reflected the moon so greatly. A silver that couldn't be found in any other world.
Maybe it was the ridiculousness of the situation. Me... Me in another's house, turned into this facsimile of a son and forced to play the part of a child. Was that why the thought flew through my mind so frivolously.
'She would look so delicious in a maid outfit'
I could picture it, a French maid. Stockings that wrapped tightly around those thick thighs, her bust accentuated by the frill of the uniform... I- I- I had to shake those thoughts from my mind. For they were far... far away.
But maybe... just maybe... A 'welcome master' to greet me in the morning, or whenever I come home from my adventures.
"I-" She stuttered, looking away like a child scorned. "I wasn't sure you liked human food... but I made you some anyway." She stood with an array of food in her hands, food that was placed on the table soon after.
'Ah- that's unfair'
I knew then and there. Among the countless thoughts.
'You'll be my maid. Mine.'
So with all the elegance I could muster, all the training - of which there was none but half remembered movies - I sat at the table and mustered the fork in my grip. And ate the food with a great appetite. Who could say if it actually nourished me?
I wiped my mouth with the napkin, smiling up to the woman in front of me. "So good~" I gave her eyes that sparkled with thanks. And voiced it with a quiet, "Thank you."
"Ah-" She smiled. "You're welcome. But... it's time for bed now."
"Oh- it is?" I looked to the moon and stripped from my clothes. It elicited a strong blush from Lily but I ignored that. She could be as embarrassed as she wanted. I wasn't going to sleep in all of these clothes.
And point to her she just snuggled up to me, a little blush of excitement on her face, and soon she was snoring in my grip. Well~ She got through that quite quickly.
It wasn't even ten minutes before she was completely and utterly asleep. Her snores rumbled against my chest, and her blubbering giggles were quite cute to see from this perspective.
Only...
My status stood out to me.
Specifically one tiny little skill. I... there was innate knowledge about it. How the targets needed to be defenseless. How they needed to be willing to subjugate themselves to me. But would it work just because they were asleep.
I turned to Lily. To her quiet breath over my chest. Would it work on her?
Would it?
And was I willing to risk everything just to have her as mine and mine alone. I stared at the ceiling for a second.
I was.
|Enslave|
My voice was deep, a rumbling that came about only in my head. For the world was silent, if only for a moment. But after that... I felt a connection. A scrunch of Lily's eyes as she resisted. But that didn't last.
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