It took several surgeries to rebuild Ellen’s face. Although Dr. Mayer had regularly cheated on his wife with his nurse, his skill and dedication to his craft were of the highest order, and it showed in the work he was doing. Charlotte was a little surprised at the high level of care Mistress was getting; after all, this was free, but Danny did not cut a single corner.
Of course, he was still her willing toy away from the clinic. It was turning out to be a good thing that she hadn’t relied exclusively on the drug to insure Danny’s compliance, because there were only two loaded cigarettes left. He was strongly addicted to her and whatever sexual outlet she chose to allow him; of late, it had been his right hand while he watched her smoke through one of her growing array of holders.
Otherwise, Charlotte spent most of her free time at Mistress’ side. Even though Mistress was unconscious or heavily sedated most of the time, occasionally she would whisper, “Hi Cutie,” letting Charlotte know that she was aware of, and pleased by, her unflagging devotion.
Charlotte had lost track of time, but one day, Danny told her that Mistress was ready to be released. Mistress’ new face was still in bandages, but Charlotte was thrilled to be back at the warehouse. “Cutie, you need to spend some time running errands for me,” Mistress said, finally able to stay awake for long periods of time.
“Yes, Mistress, anything!” Charlotte replied. Mistress told her that it was time to go shopping. She sent Charlotte into the lab to retrieve the list her Substrate persona had created. “Mistress?”
“Yes, Cutie?”
“Are you—? Is Felicia—? Or Sylvie?”
“Yes, we’re all here now. All in one, including Substrate. They came out to help me get to where I am. I can’t wait until I’m healthy enough to play with you again.”
“I’d like that, too, Mistress,” Charlotte softly admitted. “It’s been hard being around you and not… being able to—touch you.”
“You still have the wife, correct?” asked Mistress.
Charlotte meekly replied that it seemed that the drug had worn off because she had been so involved in— “Mistress? What should I call you when I can’t use ‘Mistress’?”
She could see Mistress thinking, even with her face bandaged. Charlotte eagerly awaited the pronouncement. “I think… I think… Winter. Winter diConstanza,” smiled the woman who had been Ellen Dyson. “Ouch. It still hurts when I do that.” When her Cutie asked her about the name, Mistress responded by telling her to start reading Alexandre Dumas, and could not help herself as a wry smile came to her face, despite the pain.
“Mistress, I’m leaving to reclaim Danny’s wife. I’ve made him invite me to dinner,” Charlotte called. “Is there anything you want?”
“I want you to get laid, Cutie,” was the immediate answer. “No arguments, either. I’m still out of commission for a while longer, and I’ve decided that you should not be without, just because you think you have to wait for me.” Winter cut off Charlotte’s protest as soon as she saw it forming with, “That’s a command, slave.”
Charlotte bowed her head in acknowledgement of her position. However, she couldn’t keep from smiling—Mistress was being generous and giving her explicit permission to indulge herself. And Charlotte had been having extremely hot daydreams of Lexi and her perfect body ever since she had heard Danny’s wife say, “Yes, Mistress,” to her for the first time. “Thank you, Mistress,” she softly, and gratefully, acknowledged. “We will have Lexi again—” An excited smile came to Charlotte’s face that she couldn’t suppress. “—after tonight.” She left the warehouse, aware that she was already a little wet with anticipation.
“Hi Charlotte! Come on in!” Lexi, looking delicious, showed her into their home. “Dinner will be ready in about a half-hour. Since it’s raining, we’ll eat in the sun room,” she bubbled. Charlotte greeted Danny there with a hug and peck on the cheek. He returned a grin full of hope that the evening would turn the way he wished. Not exactly, thought Charlotte, but there will be at least one three-way.
As soon as the maid started to clear dinner, Danny brought out the cigar box, offering one to Charlotte right away. “Danny,” Lexi said with mild reproach, “she’s not a cigar smoker.”
“Actually, Lexi,” Charlotte interjected, “I learned about them in Hawaii. They’re not so bad, but right now, I’m in the mood for one of my floral cigarettes, if you don’t mind.”
Lexi said it was fine, and the reappearance of the gold cigarette holder caused her to comment, “I think that is just too haute couture.” She turned to her husband and cooed, “If I had a 14-karat gold cigarette holder, I’d probably smoke floral cigarettes with it.” Danny grinned lecherously, any pretense of non-sexual purpose gone.
Both Lexi and her husband turned to watch their guest at the click of her lighter, the cigar box forgotten. Charlotte reveled in the attention, and performed a deliberate french-inhale for her audience. Normally, she would have finished by tilting her head back and slowly exhaling, but she had work to do. She exhaled directly into Lexi’s face. Danny’s wife smiled dreamily as she sniffed the swirling smoke, and sighed, “I love the way that smells…”
Charlotte walked around the table and exhaled again, this time directly into Lexi’s face, not caring if it seemed obvious to anyone in the room that Lexi was deliberately being targeted. Lexi’s smile grew, and her expression became more vacant. “Danny, hush,” she softly ordered to make sure that he was as spellbound as usual before she took another drag, and blew the smoke into Lexi’s face from mere inches away. When the smoke cleared, the look on Lexi’s face had changed to one of fascination—and lust.
“Lexi, do you remember who I am now?”
“Yes…” the drugged woman softly replied. “My sexy… Mistress. You are my sexy Mistress.” Danny peeped, but Charlotte’s stern look, plus his own dose of special smoke kept him quiet. She turned to Lexi. “Take your clothes off, and Danny’s, too. You’re going to make a wonderful play toy.” Charlotte gently grabbed her chin. “Lexi, you do want to be my play toy, don’t you?” She exhaled more smoke into the woman’s face, and Lexi nodded frantically. “Danny’s mine, too,” breathed Charlotte. “And you really like that idea.”
“Yes… Mistress,” Lexi gasped, tossing her panties aside.
“The first thing you have to learn is how to serve me,” Charlotte regally proclaimed. She finished the cigarette with an exhale into Danny’s face. “Danny, would you like your wife to suck your cock?”
“Yes Mistress!” he breathed, cock already hard and pointing at his wife.
“Lexi, do it—and play with yourself. I want to watch how you give head.” Lexi enthusiastically dove for her husband’s dick, engulfing it, and gliding to the root without effort. Good, clinically thought Charlotte, despite her own rising arousal. No man will be able to resist that, in case her money isn’t enough. We should be able to get the ingredients we need without any problem. “Don’t fuck her mouth, Danny. I don’t want you to make yourself cum yet,” Charlotte sternly warned, and he immediately stopped.
“Lexi, dear, stop. Have you ever tasted another woman?” the ensorcelled trophy wife replied no. “Have you ever been curious?” Much to Charlotte’s surprise (and pleasure) the answer was yes. “Then pleasure me, and find out,” was the next command. Lexi licked at Charlotte with a great deal of enthusiasm, but not much skill. The nurse maintained enough wits to command her male thrall to fuck his wife. “Gently now, Lexi, dear,” Charlotte purred, as she looked into the brainwashed woman’s eyes. Lexi had a difficult time obeying, because Danny was pounding at her, snorting with the effort. Charlotte smiled, and decided she’d like some alone time with Lexi. “Cum now, Danny. Cum for Charlotte,” the nurse lightly, playfully urged. As soon as Dr. Mayer heard those words, he abandoned his attempts at self-control, and a few thrusts later, he was moaning in ecstasy, pouring cum into his wife’s already-wet pussy, and obeying his Mistress…
“Sleep, Danny. Sleep deeply and long until I awaken you,” cooed Charlotte. “You’re sooo sleepy… all you want to do is sleep… Sleep for me… Sleeeeep…” his eyes slammed shut, and he sank to the floor, unconscious.
“Now, my beautiful Lexi, I’m going to teach you all about being sexy, just like me. And then Danny will obey you just like he does me, the natural order of things. Just think of all the fun you’ll have making him lie down so you can ride him and ride him and ride him…”
“Ohhhhh, yes! Yes, please, Mistress!” Lexi cried, playing with herself. “Teach me! Teach me how to be irresistibly sexy—like you!”
“All you will ever have to do for those lessons is to obey me, Lexi,” Charlotte purred, her own clit pulsing at the sight of Lexi’s simultaneous adoration and frantic self-stimulation. “Will you do that—forever?”
Lexi hastily agreed. Charlotte was so sexy, and it made Lexi want to learn all of those secrets. She couldn’t believe that she had never noticed that about Danny’s nurse before. She also couldn’t believe how hot Charlotte was making her, just by talking and looking down at her with such a— commanding—presence. And to be able to do that to Danny… Lexi convulsed with a scream as her reality was ripped apart by an intense orgasm that lasted… and lasted… and lasted…
“Do you feel better, darling?” came a soft, amused purr. Lexi sighed a happy, dreamy, “Yes,” with no concept of how long it had been since Danny went to sleep for Mistress.
“Good. Now we can go upstairs for your first lesson, and you can pay attention,” Charlotte smirked. “You don’t mind that I’m bringing my cigarettes and holder inside to smoke in your bedroom.”
It wasn’t phrased as a question, and answering no never occurred to Lexi. She’d get to see sexy Charlotte, and learn how to be sexy Lexi. Then Danny would be her slave, and everything would be just the way that the natural order of things should be.
Three hours (and several orgasms) later, Lexi was reclined on the sofa in her living room. She held a long black cigarette holder in one hand, while the other rested lightly on her husband’s head. “Danny, darling, you’re going to do everything I say from now on, right?” He nodded, looking up at her from his knees, spellbound. “That means that we’re going to do what I want when we have sex, and that’s going to make you very, very happy.”
He shot a quick glance at Charlotte, who was standing in the doorway. She gave a regal nod, and he excitedly breathed, “Yes, Lexi.”
Charlotte couldn’t help but smile as she looked at her protège, sexily reposed and in complete control of her husband. “Lexi,” she said, “I know that you have a new toy, but you will manage to complete the little bit of shopping I asked you to do, right?”
“Certainly, Mistress. After all, Danny will run out of gas sooner or later,” smiled Lexi. “And besides, He’s gotta go to work and earn money for the shopping list. Isn’t that right, Danny?”
"Yes, Lexi,” he quickly agreed, his mouth hanging open as Lexi dragged on her holder, and snapped a ball of smoke into her mouth, then tilted her head back and exhaled a thick stream of smoke through her nostrils. God, my wife is so fuckin’ hot.
Lexi smiled magnanimously at her kneeling, fawning husband, feeling just the slightest bit of excitement at his submissive bearing. She reluctantly pushed the tiny, pleasant shudder away. “Mistress,” she queried, “are these cigarettes you brought for me the ones I should smoke from now on, or just for you?”
“From now on, my sexy Lexi,” was Charlotte’s playful reply. “You will smoke Virginia Slims menthol 120’s from now on—unless I tell you otherwise. They fit all of the holders I gave you tonight—you’re welcome—and the extra length is important for being sexy for Danny.” And me. Didn’t think I had anything left, but you’re doing the long holder thing so well, you’re making me want more. “Oh, Danny,” Charlotte casually sang, leaving her perch near the doorway, “why don’t you go upstairs and take a blue pill for me.” She held out her arm to keep him from running. “And don’t jerk off so you get hard before you get back. I will leave you like that. And so will Lexi,” she warned. With Danny on his errand, Charlotte fixed Lexi with a purposeful gaze as she took the holder from her. “I’ll finish this one, and then you can have fresh one, as soon as I start fucking your husband right here in front of you.”
Lexi watched Mistress’ posed drag and exhale carefully, aware that she herself was obviously spellbound. She didn’t care. “Yes… Mistress,” she whispered, awestruck by Charlotte’s sexy bearing. So this is how Danny feels when I smoke. Any following thoughts disappeared when Mistress told her to play with herself while she watched Mistress smoke, and until her husband was ready for Mistress to use. Both of Lexi’s hands flew to her pussy and clit as Mistress drew on the holder and french-inhaled with a flourish. She masturbated furiously as she focused on the sexy way that Mistress was smoking, and trying to bring herself to orgasm before Danny was ready for Mistress’ pleasure. She never heard him re-enter the room, his arrival unnoticed by her ecstatic cries.
The next thing Lexi knew, her mistress was mounting Danny, who lay on the floor face up, his dick pointing skyward. Now it was time for that after-orgasm smoke. She retrieved the nine-inch long holder, positioned herself so that Charlotte could watch her, and carefully placed a Virginia Slim menthol 120 in it. Now she was ready for her post-orgasm smoke.
Danny was unconscious, asleep, not having moved from where Charlotte had her way with him. The two women were cuddling on the couch, Charlotte fully dressed, Lexi wearing a sheer robe. "Don't forget that little bit of shopping I asked you to do," Charlotte teased.
"Of course not, Mistress," replied Lexi. "I want to see you again! Danny is fun, but he's not you. I want to be with you again... Touch you again... and..." Lexi’s eyes fluttered and she drew a sharp breath with her hand poised over Charlotte's breast. "Mistress," whined Lexi, "do you have to go? Can't you just stay—" she pulled her robe aside and leaned back enticingly.
"No, Lexi," Charlotte firmly said, standing up decisively, not letting her slave see just how tempting the offer was. "I must return to my mistress—you will meet her in turn, but by serving me, you serve her as well." She strode to the door before turning to look at her pouting slave. "Call me when you've finished your task."
When Charlotte was alone in the car, she turned her thoughts to her Mistress, mostly to keep them off of Lexi, and her tempting charms. I hope Mistress still feels generous when she gets healthy. I think I'd like a plaything of my own, and Lexi fits the job description perfectly.