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Story: Admirer411 · Author: URN My Power
"Admirer411"
by "URN My Power"
Mina sat down at the computer, flipped it on, and waited for it to boot up. She 
adjusted the mirror that sat above her computer monitor, making sure it was 
aligned right. She didn't know why she had put it there. She simply had decided 
one day that she needed to have a mirror there. Although she admitted she did 
look rather pretty, she wasn't a vain person. The computer booted up finally, 
and Mina clicked on this icon and that, until she heard the distinctive beeping 
of her modem. She covered her ears to mask the irritating noise that the modem 
made when she connected. She hated that noise, but she needed to check her email 
every day. She was dressed in a suit that the people in the apartment complex 
across the street from her said made her look like Sailor Venus. Mina had no 
idea who that was. She never watched TV, played video games, or anything like 
that. Her studies and her email were all-consuming, all-controlling. They were 
her life. Anything else was secondary. When asked why she put the suit on 
everyday, she never replied. She didn't know the reason, other than she had to, 
every day when she checked her email.
She clicked on the little button that would take her to her email, and then 
typed in her user name and password. She had eight new messages. One was from 
her friend, Gina, wanting to know why she never answered the phone at night. 
Mina replied that she was a sound sleeper, at least when the room was dark. The 
others were various email advertizements, and she clicked the button to block 
each of the senders. The last one held her attention. This was the message she 
checked every day for. The email address was "ADMIRER411@something.com" Mina 
didn't know why the name of the email server didn't stick in her mind unless she 
was looking at it. She clicked on the little link, and her screen displayed the 
message.
"It is time, my pet. Time for you to meet the man who loves you, who makes you 
happy, makes you feel so soft, so feminine, so submissive." the message said. 
"Scroll down." She did, and after almost a full page of blank space, she came 
across one word that sat there, blinking blue. "FUCKSLAVE" The blinking word 
caught and held her attention. She was transfixed by it. She sat there, in front 
of her screen, her mind totally blank. Her nipples hardened, her cunt became wet 
and hot, and her juices soaked through her panties, but blank-minded Mina didn't 
notice. She didn't notice when the nightchain on her apartment door was lifted 
by a credit card. She didn't notice when it opened, admitting a young man 
wearing a scholarly-looking pair of glasses. He stalked across the apartment, 
strode up to Mina, and leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I am your slave." she replied flatly, her eyes never moving from the blinking 
word. The young man reached over and turned off the screen. Mina didn't seem to 
notice.
"Stand up, slave." he said. She obeyed. "Now, draw the curtains." She obeyed. 
"Strip." She obeyed. "Recite your oath."
"I am yours to command, Master. I obey only your voice. My body and mind are 
completely in your power. I will do whatever you say, even if that includes 
taking my own life or the lives of others. I am your slave, you are my Master." 
she said in a low monotone.
"Good slave." the young man replied. "Now, get into the bed." She obeyed. The 
young man stripped and got in with her. He parted her legs and inserted his 
penis. He pushed it through her virginity, then proceeded to fuck her. Twice he 
came in her that way, then he had her "doggy style," and then he made her suck 
his cock. She was programmed to be an excellent suckstress, and she was also 
programmed to swallow his sperm when he shot it in her mouth. By this time, it 
was midnight.
"Tomorrow, after school, you will come to the restaurant on fifth and main. You 
will wear your sailor suit, no underwear. You will ask for Jim Bradley. Do you 
understand?"
"Yes, Master." Mina replied.
"Good slave." he said. "When you hear the door slam shut, you will awaken and 
remember nothing, except that you checked your email, found my message, and 
replied to it, then your eyes got tired and you shut off the screen." He got up 
off her, turned the screen back on, scrolled down to the "delete" button, and 
clicked it. Mina's Inbox appeared, and he turned the screen back off, then 
grabbed his clothes, put them on, and stalked out of the room, slamming it 
behind him.
Mina awoke with a start. She remembered her eyes getting tired and turning off 
the screen after replying to ADMIRER411's message, but after that, nothing. Had 
she fallen asleep? She figured she must have, because the clock on the wall read 
two minutes after midnight. She had an exam in Physics tomorrow. She logged out 
of her email, shut down the computer, tossed her sailor suit into the washer, 
and went to sleep.



After leaving the college, Mina stopped by her apartment to change into the 
sailor suit, which she had tossed into the dryer before she left. She hurriedly 
drove down 5th Street until she reached the intersection with Main. There was a 
restaurant on the corner with a sign out front reading "Name Us! If the name you 
suggested is picked, you and a friend get free dinners here for a year!" She 
parked and got out, locked both of the doors, and walked in the door.
"I'm sorry, young lady, but the dress code here is strictly enforced." said the 
hostess, glowering at her outfit.
"There must be some mistake." Mina said. "I'm looking for Jim Bradley." The 
hostess's expression went blank for a second, then a vacant-eyed smile crossed 
her lips.
"Ah! He said he was expecting a guest! Right this way!" She had something of a 
spring in her step as she led Mina to a corner booth. A scholarly young man was 
sitting there, smiling.
"Hi!" he said. Mina didn't notice that the hostess never left the table, but 
simply stared at the wall with her vacant-eyed smile frozen on her face.
"Hi! I've been waiting so long to meet you."
"I know. So have I." Jim replied. They chatted for a while, and then Jim 
discreetly tapped the hostess on her knee.
"Is there anything I can get you?" she asked.
"I'll have the Shrimp Platter, if you don't mind." Mina said.
"I'll have the Specialty of the House." Jim said. The hostess's expression went 
blank for a second, then her vacant-eyed smile returned.
"Ah, excellent choice, sir. I'll have your order ready lickety-split." The 
hostess walked briskly away.
"She's not a waitress." Mina said, confused.
"Maybe one of the regular waitresses is sick, and she's filling in." Jim said, 
dismissively. Suddenly, the hostess's voice came over the intercom.
"Deep, deep asleep." the voice said. Mina, and everyone else in the restaurant, 
lapsed into a trance, with their chins on their chests and their arms limp. The 
hostess then came around to the sexy females and began issuing commands given to 
her by Jim. Soon they and the waitresses stood, naked and blank-faced at Jim's 
booth. Mina was still slumped in the booth.
"Open your eyes, Mina, and join the others." Jim said. Mina obeyed, and soon was 
naked and staring blankly at her Master. "You came here in the truck?" he asked 
her.
"Yes, Master." Mina replied.
"Good. Load these women into the bed of the truck, and cover them with 
tablecloths when they're all in there, so they don't get sunburned."
"Yes, Master." Mina said, and began leading the entranced females to the parking 
lot. The hostess was still staring vacant-eyed at them from the table where the 
last of the sexy women had been.
"Dani, I want you to go into the kitchen and have the cooks prepare the food as 
I instructed when I got here, then load it up in your car and come to the 
rendevous point."
"Yes, Master." the hostess said, and left on her assigned task.



Mina opened her eyes in a place she had never seen before. She sat up in the 
bed, and there she noticed the naked girls lying all around. A petit little 
damsel lay next to her, looking as innocent as a child. Mina had a vague memory 
of someone telling her that this girl's name was Pansiao, and that she was 
Chinese. Well, the Chinese part Mina could tell from just looking at her. 
Frightening possibilities jumped into her mind, but there had to be some logical 
explanation. Pansiao awakened, rolled over and smiled at Mina, who grew 
terrified when she smelled the girl's breath. Pansiao's breath smelled like 
cunt.
"Good morning, Mistress." Pansiao said. "What is your bidding?" Mina tried to 
leave, but as soon as she crept to the edge of the bed, she froze. She could not 
leave the bed. Bad things would happen if she left the bed. But she was hungry. 
She decided to send Pansiao, since the girl insisted on calling her Mistress.
"Go over to the computer, and find out what day and time it is, then get me 
something to eat."
"Yes, Mistress." Pansiao said.
"Belay that, Slave Pansiao." a male voice said. The scholarly-looking man 
appeared in the doorway.
"Yes, Master." Pansiao said.
"Food is coming, and the gap in your memory is only three hours wide." he said. 
Mina tried to think of his name, but the only one she could come up with was 
Master. A rap on the door announced the arrival of a visitor.
"Feed bag!" called a female voice.
"Pansiao, go answer the door, and help Dani unload the food." the man said.
"Yes, Master." Pansiao replied, hopping off the bed easily and rounding the 
corner to answer the door.
"Won't she notice when someone shows up naked at the door?" Mina asked.
"You didn't finish your sentence."
"Won't she notice when someone shows up naked at the door, Master?" Mina found 
herself saying.
"Dani's naked too, Mina." Master said. Mina was having a hard time thinking 
anything without using the word "Master" in the thought.
"Why is she naked, Master?" Mina asked.
"Because she is my slave too." Master replied. "Now, come off the bed and suck 
my cock."
"Yes, Master." Mina said. She hopped off the bed, knelt before Master, and took 
his penis into her mouth. With programmed ease, she sucked him off. She had an 
orgasm when she swallowed his sweet seed. Master pulled her to her feet.
"Good slave." he said. Happiness flowed through her like honey in her veins.
"The food is unloaded, Master." Dani and Pansiao said simultaneously.
"Good!" Master said. "Alright, girls, it's time to eat."
The spread was impressive. Steak, grilled swordfish, chicken, pork, beef, 
vegetables, the entire food spectrum seemed spread out before Mina. But 
something still cast a pall over it.
"This comes at the cost of my freedom, doesn't it?" she asked.
"The price has already been paid, my dear." Master said. "So go ahead, eat, and 
for goodness sake be happy." Mina could not help but obey. She decided that 
since the bill had been paid, she would milk it for all it was worth, so she 
sampled a little bit of everything. She soon began to notice, however, that the 
more she ate, the hornier she got. By the time she had eaten her fill, she was 
so horny she was even thinking about sticking one of the drumsticks in her cunt. 
Her Master stopped her before she got that chance, however, and drew her to him. 
She took the initiative, pulling his penis into her hungry vagina. She wiggled 
on his spear for a minute before Master got into it. He grabbed her and forced 
her hips into the rhythm his body demanded. He came in her, and she was still 
horny, so Master had Dani, the hostess, come eat her.
"Why do they all call me Mistress?" Mina asked later that night, after all had 
eaten and given their Master and Mistress pleasure.
"Because they serve both of us, my pet fuckslave." Master replied. "You serve 
only me."
As the days wore on, Mina found herself subjugated more and more deeply by 
Master. By the fourteenth day, she acted as though it had been this way all her 
life. Master took her to the restaurant to celebrate her total and complete 
subjugation. The restraunt now had a name above the door, but Mina couldn't 
understand the words. No matter how long she stared at it, the letters wouldn't 
find meaning in her mind.
"Master, have you taken away my ability to read?" she asked.
"No, pretty pet." Master replied.
"Then why can I not read that sign?" she asked.
"I have my reasons for blocking it from your mind, Slave Mina." he said. He 
lifted the skirt of the sailor suit. "Good, you didn't wear the panties."
"What are panties, Master?"
"Never mind." he said. "Just a test. It's not important." Mina gave the matter 
of the stange things called "panties" no further thought. It was not important, 
after all. Besides, if Master had blocked it, it was forbidden knowledge. Mina 
was brought inside, and was made welcome. The waitresses brought as much 
delicious food as she and her Master could eat. So engrossed in her Master was 
she that she didn't even notice when the hostess said "Welcome to Admirer411, do 
you have a reservation?"
End.
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