The Mask Becomes You Pt. 01-10

I see my flustered body shake with pleasure. I watch my hand slip downstairs, circling and stroking as my breathing gets sharper. I start to moan, all the time staring deep into the eyes of the mask. I can no more look away than I can stop from crying out in ecstasy. I feel so close to cumming, so close.

I want to cum, I want to cum for my Goddess

"Yes!" I scream, "Yes! Yes!"

My Goddess? No, can't think, too good, have to cum, have to...

"Please let me cum! Goddess! Please! Please Goddess please let me cum!"

Cum for your Goddess

It's explosive. My body snaps rigid, I'm suddenly writhing on the floor, contorting uncontrollably. I'm screaming and I can't stop. My eyes roll back in my head. My hands clench the floor, nails trying to tear up the carpet. Wave after wave surges through my body, and for a moment I feel like I'm about to pass out.

I don't know how long it lasts. When I start to calm down, I can't do anything but lie there. Breathing heavy, grunting breathes. After a few moments of recovery, I notice that my skin is shimmery from sweat, and I start to feel chilly. Pleasure is still running through me, a dull undercurrent of the torrent that once was. I moan as I sit up and see my Goddess in the mirror.

I realize the reflection isn't me. She's my Goddess. If I take the mask off I know I'll see myself again. But my Goddess doesn't want that. She wants me. All of me. I've never felt so desired, so treasured, so loved in all my life.

I wrap my arms around my legs for warmth. I start to sway back and forth in my dark, empty, silent room. My body tenses, clenching into the smallest possible shape.

I haven't eaten in hours, my muscles ache, and I can barely keep my eyes open.

I keep staring.

"You're too powerful."

Part 6

I wake up naked on my bedroom floor. Uncomfortable. My eyes open to see my ceiling bathed in sunlight. I can't remember falling asleep. I was staring. Just staring. I couldn't stop. It's funny how you never remember the moment you fall asleep. I don't even remember lying down. I was sitting up, staring.

Obediently.

I feel the mask still against my skin. It feels so right there. Comfortable. At home. I instantly wonder if I still look like a Goddess.

The buzzing interrupts my train of thought. It drills through my head and then everything else hits me at once. Pain greets me like an old friend, hugging me all over while promising to spend the day with me. I immediately take the mask off my face and angrily throw it across the room. I want to scream at the walls. Instead, I awkwardly turn over and crawl towards the source of the incessant buzzing. It's coming from my bag, itself abandoned on the floor with half the contents spilling out. Through my tiredness my hands fumble and the buzzing has stopped.

Three missed calls and two messages. The missed calls are from Stacy, so I figure the messages will be too.

wat did u do 2 shes just standin here!

Oh shit! I forgot Rebecca! I look at the time. Oh fucking hell she's been like that for almost twelve hours. I scramble to throw on any clothing I can find while trying to open the second message.

srsly tara gt over here shes startin 2 sway I think shes goin 2 pass out

Feeling my panic rising quickly, I throw on some trainers, grab the mask, stuffing it clumsily in my bag before sprinting out the door. I glimpse Katie's surprised expression as I rush out of our dorm. It looks like she made me breakfast. No time for that now.

I race across the college grounds, clutching my phone tightly as I furiously pump my arms. Overwhelming feelings of hunger and pain clamor for my attention, begging me to slow down. I push through my own reluctance. I grit my teeth as I keep up the fastest sprint I can manage. My chest hurts. Keep breathing. Breathe. Breathe!

Hours. She's been standing there for fucking hours. I will myself to go faster but my legs complain too much.

Halfway there, my phone starts to ring again.

"I know!" I call down the receiver, shouting between breaths. "I'm coming, I'm almost there!"

"Hurry, she's getting worse!" I can barely hear Stacy as I jump over a low wall. Hanging up, I try my hardest to move faster.

By the time I reach the door to Stacy's dorm building, my lungs feel like they've burnt to a crisp. I reach the door to Stacy's dorm ready to collapse.

I grab the handle. Pausing, I lean my head against the door and allow myself a moment to inhale deeply.

I enter without knocking, quickly closing the door behind me.

"I was this close to calling 911!" Stacy snaps at me as she ushers me over to Rebecca.

Right where I left her, she has the same look of longing on her. Stacy has moved furniture around so Rebecca has some soft seats to land on if she does fall over. Thoughtful girl.

"Ok, look away" I order Stacy as I unzip my bag and bring out the mask, fumbling with sweaty hands. Stacy turns to the wall as I put the mask on.

Staring into the vacant eyes of the girl I ensnared, I try to muffle my heavy breathing and command her. "Ok Rebecca, you can move now."

She physically slumps before my eyes, it's like watching a tire deflate. I quickly take the mask off.

"What's... going on?"

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Yeah. No. I don't know." Rebecca starts to look around in general confusion, before staggering to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

"You can turn around now." I tell Stacy.

"Are you sure?" she asks. "You're not going to wipe my mind, control my thoughts?"

My laugh is half humor, half terror.

"Come on" I sigh, "I wouldn't do that to you."

She turns and I get to see her beautiful face. Her smooth skin, those gorgeous lips. But the smile I'm so used to seeing, isn't there.

I could use the mask to make Stacy happy again.

I could make her feel anything I wanted.

No! I will not allow myself to think that way. Stacy is my friend! No matter what I do to anyone else, not her.

"Are... are we ok?" I ask nervously.

She sighs. "Look, I have to process this, it's a bit too much for me right now." With a slightly softer expression, she adds "For what it's worth, I appreciate that you've not tried to magically fix me with a mind fuck." The dorm door clicks behind her.

I feel the adrenalin wear off and all the aches and pains jump in to take their place. I allow myself to collapse into the waiting armchair. I also now notice how sweaty I've gotten from my sprint across campus. I can't help but reflect how I haven't quite made the transition into the goddess lifestyle yet. I start to smirk as I run fingers through my frayed hair. I should go easier on myself. It's only day 2 after all.

Ok. Time to pull myself together. I reluctantly lift myself out of the armchair and knock gently on the bathroom door.

"Rebecca?" I ask, "You ok in there?"

"I'm fine." she calls back abruptly.

After a few moments of silence, I say "You sure?"

"Yes, fine."

"Ok." I call back, frowning at the door. I wait a few moments, hoping for more of a reaction. Nothing.

Alright, that's fine, I can wait. With some difficulty, I push the armchair so it's directly facing the bathroom door. I get comfortable, put the mask on, and wait.

Five minutes pass, I get bored and venture into Stacy and Rebecca's kitchen to help myself to some food. As I'm pouring myself a bowl of cereal, I suddenly remember rushing past Katie who by the brief glance I got on my mad rush over here, had prepared an incredible breakfast spread for me to enjoy. I take out my phone.

"Morning, my slave." I purr down the phone at Katie.

"Goddess! Oh thank you for calling! I was worried when you ran out this morning, I didn't know what to do!"

"It's ok, don't worry" I tell her, "Here's what I want you to do."

I give Katie my detailed instructions and hang up, immediately looking in my phone for another number.

"Hi, David?" I ask. "Yeah, it's Tara. Hi."

"Oh, hi, Tara, hi. Umm, how are you?" he replies with a hint of surprise.

"Oh, I'm divine" I grin down the line. "Come over to my dorm?"

"Now? Your dorm? I have cla—" someone interrupts him on his end of the line, I hear some muffled debate and then eventually "Yeah sure, which dorm are you?"

I give him Stacy's dorm number and he tells me he'll be here soon. "Can't wait." I tease, before hanging up and almost bursting into laughter. It's as if my mind and body are instantly revitalized at the mere thought of enslaving others. I feel unstoppable.

I'm still in pain, of course, but it doesn't feel as bad now I'm back in control of the situation. Katie was coming to tend to my needs, David was coming so I could tailor him to suit Stacy's needs, and Rebecca's needs would bring her out of that bathroom eventually, into my waiting gaze.

I sit on the armchair and munch the cereal, contemplating my next move. I've missed my morning classes, but there's still an afternoon of lectures and a tutorial, and the possibilities are endless. I could enslave entire classes, make them all bow to me and worship me like a goddess.

Could I enslave the whole campus? The city? The country? The world?

Interesting. Did this power have a limit? And if it didn't, would I limit myself? Hell, would I want to? And more pressingly, when would Rebecca emerge from the bathroom so I could go shower? She's probably waiting for me to leave, but I can't allow her to talk to anyone else before I enslave her.

The solution pops into my head instantly. I get out of the chair and knock on the bathroom door again. "Rebecca, I have to go to class now" I lie, "you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Have fun in class." comes her brisk reply. Seems we're both lying.

"Ok..." I feign hesitance, "See you later then." I go to the dorm door, open it and close it firmly enough that it should be audible from the bathroom. I then creep back to the armchair as silently as I can and resume my waiting game.

It's a couple of minutes before the door opens. It swings slowly, deliberately, and then Rebecca takes a single nervous step out with her eyes tightly closed shut. I hold my breath. Does she know I'm still here or just suspect it?

"Tara." Rebecca says. "I know you're there, and I want you to leave."

I stay silent. She's bluffing.

Isn't she?

"Look, I heard you on the phone, calling people, I think you were inviting them over?"

I don't move, but instead take the longest, most drawn out exhale of my life to not be heard. Come on, give up and open your eyes already.

"You came here last night, and you put on a mask, and then I felt feelings I'd never felt before. And then I was in there, and heard you and Stacy talking. She was asking you if you were going to control her thoughts or something, all normal like. It all sounds like a prank but Stacy's not like that, so it's something weird. You're acting all strange, and I want you to leave. Leave me alone!"

Shit, I really hadn't thought she'd be listening to everything being said out here! How much of the phone calls did she hear? I try to remember if I called Katie 'slave' or by her name. God, it was only a few minutes ago, why did I take off the damn mask... Focus, Tara! You have a more important situation to deal with right now.

"Look, I'm not going to open my eyes until you're gone, so get out and stay away from me."

Come on, just a little more. I'm not here Rebecca, I swear you're talking to yourself, so just open. Your god. Damn. Eyes.

She sighs, and I tense in anticipation.

"You're not here, and I am just fucking nuts..." Rebecca mumbles, and takes another step into the room. I can almost feel her eyelids begin to flutter open.

And then a knock at the door.

Part 7

Rebecca's eyes snap open and we both involuntarily spin to face the door. I charge into her, pinning her to the wall as she gasps in surprise, my face inches from hers.

Our eyes meet. I can see the sheer panic in her gaze. We both know she can't look away.

A fluttering "Oh" barely escapes her lips, and I watch her pupils dilate into wide pools of obedience.

I slowly stroke a loose strand of hair out of her face and smile.

"Good girl." I whisper, "I am your Goddess now, and you will worship me."

I feel her knees tremble as she seems to shrink beneath me, fixating on my gaze with pure infatuated awe.

"Do everything I tell you, understand?"

Rebecca replies with a slow nod, dreamily whispering "Yes Goddess".

"Good girl. Now act natural, David's at the door"

She falls into line behind me and I open the door to greet David.

He only manages to utter half a greeting before his eyes are inexorably trapped by my own. I usher him inside and have him kneel before me.

"You kneel too sweetie" I order Rebecca. My newest slave complies happily.

David looking up in a mixture of intrigue and confusion. Bless him, he doesn't really understand yet what's happening or why he's on his knees.

Rebecca does, though I haven't given her my full indoctrination yet either.

"Between the two of you, you're going to make sure that Stacy wants for nothing. Rebecca, you'll be the best roommate that you can be. You can speak to Katie when she arrives, she'll tell you everything I've told her to do for me."

"As for you David, you're going to ask Stacy out sometime in the next few days and show her the romance of a lifetime. You'll be attentive, devoted, reliable, loyal and unfailingly interested in all Stacy says and does."

They both look up at me, drinking in my instructions, hanging on my every word. They're ready to do anything I want. Warm tension ripples throughout my body as I feel a pull towards my slaves. What I could do to David right now...

Easy now... I can have any slave I want, David is meant for Stacy, there's no sense in me getting greedy. Still, I ponder, how do I know he's good enough for my Stacy? Does he know how to please a woman? Despite us both crushing on him for half a semester, is he really enough to make her happy?

Well, I know how to find out, certainly. It just doesn't have to be me doing it. That would be too far...

Luckily, I have other bodies at my disposal.

By the time Katie arrives I've completed my full indoctrination on both of them. I seem to be getting better at refining my golden rules for slaves each time I recite them. Maybe I should write them down. They could be like my commandments or something.

Katie starts unpacking the food she has prepared back at our dorm while both she and I intently watch David and Rebecca making out on the floor. David's hands roam all over Rebecca's body, while her hands grab his ass with intense enthusiasm.

They are lost in a frenzy of passion, clumsily clawing at each other's clothing to reveal their naked bodies. Rebecca's breasts are small but firm, and I'm envious as David squeezes them together while biting Rebecca's neck.

Katie hands me a plate of pancakes and a mug of coffee, barely taking her eyes off the action on the floor. I can't blame her. As starved as I am, my wet cunt seems to be demanding more attention than my stomach. Why resist? I let my hand wander.

"Goddess, please may I pleasure you?" Katie asks as she notices what I'm doing.

I meet the gaze of her hungry brown eyes. I smile devilishly, tilting my head in slight nod of permission.

"Thank you Goddess." she sighs gratefully while kneeling before me.

As if she had planned it this way, Katie helps me slide my jeggings and panties off in time with Rebecca relieving David of his pants.

Katie runs her hands up my thighs and gently opens my legs. She starts to kiss, sending teasing signals of irresistible pleasure all through my body. I let myself drink in the sensation as I watch David's hard cock emerge in time to meet Rebecca's eager mouth.

"Oh," I gasp as Katie's tongue stops teasing and finds the spot desperate for her attention. My eyes involuntarily roll up to the ceiling as pulses of pleasure course through me. By the time I bring them back down to the action on the floor, Rebecca's horniness is taking over. She's sucking David's cock like she was made for nothing else.

"Don't make... him cum." I manage to get out between my growing moans. "I want... Ugh! I want to see how good he is."

Rebecca stops and meets my gaze with a pleading desperation as she slowly licks her lips. "Yes Goddess."

David grins at me as he throws Rebecca onto her back spreading her legs, sliding his head in-between. Hands still roaming her now naked form, touching and exploring her milky white skin.

"Oh fuck. Yes." I blurt out, grabbing Katie's hair and gripping tightly. "Yes keep doing that."

Moans of pleasure burst out from both Rebecca and I, mutually growing in a crescendo of sheer sexual bliss.

Panting, I have Katie give me some space to recover, as I bask in the glow of post orgasm joy. I open my eyes and find Katie still kneeling obediently, head bowed as she waits for more commands.

"Slave," I address her, and she looks up with those eyes of awe and devotion. "Do you prefer men or women?"

"I don't know Goddess." She replies, a slight frown forming on her brow. "I've never had sex with a man."

"Really?" I ask in disbelief. "Holy crap Katie. How come?"

"I was saving myself, Goddess. And now I have you"

"Wow." I say, slightly breathless from her gaze. She's been an incredible lover, endlessly devoted to my pleasure the whole time, listening and doing exactly what I want her to do. And she was a virgin?

"So it was your first time?" I ask with only a hint of disbelief. I know she can't lie to me, but, well, it feels rare in this day and age to be a virgin in college.

"Yes, Goddess."

A prolonged moan from Rebecca on the floor brings our attention back to see her writhing with pleasure once more. David is slowing sliding into her while their tongues wrestle. I love slaves with stamina.

"Well" I say to Katie, my eyes locked on the naked bodies now. "If you want to know what a man feels like, here's your chance to find out..."

Part 8

A few hours later, I'm sitting towards the back of the hall in Economics feeling so much better about the world. I'm well fed, washed, and wearing the best clothes that Stacy and Rebecca's dorm had to offer. I'm barely paying attention to the class. I am, however, paying attention to all the people in it.

Dr Hardy is a graceful woman, her hair starting to grey, but keeping a certain elegance about how she moves and carries herself. She has a friendly demeanor, but can show a fiery temper when dealing with a disruption to her class. As she talks about the negative impacts of government controls on rent and wages, I consider how best to go about enslaving her.

Professor Stevens was an easy mark. He only teaches a few dozen students each year and so long as his TA isn't in his office typing up notes from that Dictaphone he rambles into all the time, you're pretty much guaranteed to catch him alone and with zero chance of interruption.

Up until a couple hours ago, I wasn't sure if the mask would even work on two people at once, let alone more. Now I have a much better idea of how the mask channels its power through me. It's all very much in the eyes. When I wear the mask, my eyes become the source of irresistible seduction. If I were to hide the mask under fabric or something but keep my eyes visible, I think the power would still work. I remind myself I have to test this sometime.

But the full effect of it only works when I'm focused on one potential slave at a time. I was able to indoctrinate them both at the same time, but I had to snare their full attention first, commanding each of them while in eyelock to drink in all my following words like it was the dogma through which they would now live their life.

That initial moment, where the mask has to independently enslave a single individual might make it a liability were I to ever try and entrance an entire crowd. Some might look away, or see what was happening to their peers and react out of panic.