Packages — #9
—Griffen
The sun had yet to break the horizon when Vikki awoke. Her body was awash in delicious soreness from being used all night long. She was sad that she had lost consciousness, that she had been anything less than perfect for Aaron. But, she thought to herself consolingly, it wasn’t like any other woman would have stood a chance lasting half as long as she did and next time, if Aaron was kind enough to give her a second chance, she would do better.
Careful not to awake her Lord and Master, she slid from bed. Her wrist and ankle cuffs were still locked in place. The hobble chain was gone, but she was still wearing her heels. Had been all night. She wasn’t sure if there was a deeper meaning there, an imperative that she should be heeled even when she slept, so she made a note to ask. It felt right to be constantly heeled, but she wasn’t going to do something as stupid as assume. Following some unconscious set of directives she started her day.
First, she slid into the bathroom where she found her hair and makeup were a complete mess. It might’ve been acceptable for another woman to be so thoroughly disheveled after the night she had, but Vikki held herself to a higher standard. She had to be perfect for Aaron at all times and at all places. With deft fingers she swept away what makeup couldn’t be salvaged and then touched up the rest. The eyes were reduced to a simpler look for a simpler day, but her lips were painted full and complete once more. Given how messy her face make up had gotten, Aaron had clearly enjoyed the sight of her lips on his glorious shaft, and so she endeavored to make them ready again.
Makeup settled, Vikki made her way to the kitchen, stopping only briefly to scoop her phone as she went. She idly noted that her messaging app was open to Storm with an explanation of where she had been the night before. Her mother had ‘had a fall’. Vikki made a note to prepare contingencies for if Storm asked questions, starting with the simplest of deflections and including organizing her mother to actually have a fall if the deception required it. Vikki doubted it would come to that, but it was best to be prepared.
Alternatively, she could just introduce Storm and Aaron. She was sure that Aaron could win her former?… she’d have to check what Aaron wanted there… girlfriend over and besides. An astonishing Master like Aaron deserved multiple servants. And despite everything Aaron had said about imprinting last night, Vikki still loved Storm, wanted the best for her. Which clearly meant serving Aaron. It was bliss and her lover deserved to know the pleasure she felt. But would Aaron want that?
More to think on. With one hand Vikki pulled out the pieces for a full breakfast and with the other she looked into locking-bed heels that she could wear in the night without risking accidentally slipping out in case that was what Aaron wanted. Once she had a few pairs set aside, all black and towering like the rest of her collection, she slid into the apron and went to work cooking a full meal. It took her very little time, but she didn’t waste the moments of rest she had during preparation, cleaning as she went. By the time food was done, she had enough calories in her stomach to function for the day and the kitchen was completely free of any debris that might offend Aaron. Satisfied, she shucked the apron and made her way back to the bedroom, nude except the cuffs and heels, with food and fresh squeezed juice in hand.
Aaron was still asleep, but some of Aaron’s perfect programing told her exactly what to do. The food was set on the bedside table and the covers were delicately removed reveal her Master’s Magnificence once more. Vikki crawled into bed, careful to arrange herself in such a way that she would look as appealing as possible, and then swallowed him whole. His cock took up all of her mouth, but she relished in the sensation. She started sucking and as it started to grow to its fullness, she started to work with her hands, one massaging the balls and the other working whatever part of the shaft wasn’t in her mouth as she ran her tongue along the length.
It was barely any time at all before her Master stirred. She carefully watched his eyes and only once they opened did she pause her ministrations.
“Good morning Master! This is your wake up blowjob!” she happily announced before returning to the task, now careful to keep reverent eye as she worked. Aaron laughed, clearly pleased and rewarded her with a gentle stroke of her cheek before turning to the food she had lovingly prepared.
“Fuck,” he praised between bites, “You’re good at this.” Vikki hummed in pleasure at the praise and redoubled her efforts to bring him to a climax before he finished his plate. It was a near thing, but Vikki had been carefully paying attention to what brought her Master the most pleasure and knew she would be able to do a better job tomorrow. She eagerly swallowed his seed, only sliding from his cock once she was sure that every milliliter had been swallowed. She made sure to provide suction the entire time, ending with a pop as he sadly left her lips, but being left behind as clean as she could make him. Patiently, she slid back and kneeled by the bed, head lowered and hands folded in her lap, waiting for her Master’s commands. He didn’t make her wait long, sliding to sitting on the edge of the bed and lifting her chin so she had the grace of seeing his face. She smiled in adoration.
“You’ve had several hours to start your research,” he said before commanding. “Report.”
She nodded. The fact that she had been used by him or sleeping for the majority of that time was irrelevant to him and equally so to her.
“Initial investigations have found three promising avenues to further increase my cup size. First is a high fat, high calorie diet. It would make me notably larger in all areas, including my thighs and ass. In theory, I could undergo massive weight gain and then with a combination of exercise and chemical induction lose the weight in any area where you deemed it undesirable. Estimated time on returns is around one year.”
“The second would be through nanotechnology. There are several companies in testing phases of the trials. It would be fairly easy to get into one of those trials. Once I did so, the process of commandeering or reverse engineering the nanobots to concentrate fat and growth to my breasts would take some notable amount of time. I wouldn’t be able to do it within the next four years, but it would be easy enough to find someone to accelerate that work, especially given the efficacy of your Mental Shaping Techniques.”
Aaron snorted in laughter. “It’s cute that you’ve found a polite way to say brainwashing, but it’s unnecessary when it’s just the two of us.”
“Yes sir,” Vikki said with a nod, internalizing the command before continuing on. “The last is the easiest. Pregnancy is well documented to cause further shifts in body stature.”
Aaron sputtered at her comment for some reason, but motioned for her to continue nonetheless.
“I am unlikely to be ovulating given the timing of my period with relation to last night, but should be able to become pregnant within the month. I believe it would be ideal if you provided the semen. Given your clear excellence, any pregnancy stemming from you would clearly provide the best results. However, I understand if my lowly self is unworthy of carrying your child and will happily acquire semen from another if that is the case. Expected time frame is ten months, including the loss of pregnancy weight.”
The wonder on her Master’s face was novel and that was hope inspiring to Vikki, but she didn’t speak any further now that her report was complete.
“Wow, I’m uh surprised by exactly how… those particular commands came out. Something to keep in mind going forward. As for pregnancy, let’s uh… shelve that one for now. In fact, get on birth control immediately. I don’t want to wear a condom but I also don’t want any surprises any time soon.”
“Yes Sir, of course sir.”
“In the meantime, continue research and continue investigating the viability of nanomachines. I want a full analysis done by the end of the week.”
Vikki nodded and immediately started crafting plans and tasks to make that so. Her Master looked pensive, so she waited patiently.
“How long do you think you can stay away from Storm before she begins to suspect something?”
“Two days before she would grow truly concerned, with her likely driving out to my mother’s on day three to be with me. I live largely as her service sub and she knows that I get uncomfortable when I’m not able to do tasks for my Master.”
“Uh, huh. And how do you feel about her?”
“I love her,” Vikki freely confessed. “She is someone I deeply care for and want nothing but the best for. However, that love is small and petty compared to what I feel for you. If you wish me to hate her, simply say the word and I will loathe her with every fiber of my being.”
Her Master snorted again at that before returning to his thinking pose.
“No, your love for her is okay,” he eventually said. “It is, however, a bit concerning. The imprinting process was supposed to replace your love for Storm, not install a second focus point. There’s a potential, a slim one, that she could leverage that to undo your programming.”
Undo her programming? Make her something other than her Master’s crafted person? It was unthinkable, loathsome, horrendous. Fear spiked through Vikki at the very thought of not being in service to her Master and immediate thoughts of how to mitigate the risk were crafted. Murder was the most complete answer, but risked going to jail and removing her from her Master’s service. An acceptable cost, but one she wouldn’t risk without his say so.
Her thoughts were interrupted as her Master continued, unconcerned with Vikki’s small existential crisis. “Plus,” he said, “She did nearly ruin my entire project. Almost made it so that you weren’t tied to me. That’s a mistake. And tell me, Vikki, what do we do when someone we love makes a mistake?”
Vikki wasn’t sure what the right answer was, but she could guess given where she was now with reference to where she had been months ago. And Her Master clearly wanted her to guess, so she did. “We correct them? We help them learn from it.”
“So that it never happens again,” her Master agreed with a nod. “You’ll go back to her tonight, pretend that you’re still her perfect devoted girlfriend for now. But you’ll go back with the subliminal stereo and a few other devices. We’ll brainwash Storm just like we did you. Plus, it would serve to ensure that your programming is fully embedded and make sure you can start getting your cocktail. Don’t want to stop growing, do we?”
Vikki emphatically shook her head and her Master smiled. He leaned forward, and to Vikki’s surprise, reached under the bed to pull out a small package. Unlike the rest, this one hadn’t been sent through the mail. Instead, it was gift-wrapped in black and red paper with a bow and a tag addressed to ‘Vikki’.
The shock must’ve reached Vikki’s face because Aaron gave her a comforting smile and pressed the package towards her. With trembling hands, she opened the package, carefully unwrapping the bow and paper without tearing it. Inside was a simple box, red top on a black base with a stylized heart across the top. The lid was lifted off and gently placed aside, tissue paper was sifted through, and eventually a simple black banded choker was revealed. The material was soft, supple, the band was thicker than her fingers, but the clasp was the interesting part. It was in the shape of a silver heart and was clearly designed to go in the front, over her throat.
“It had been meant to be the capstone to the project, one final part to lock everything in. Something you could wear in public to signal the change while still maintaining plausible deniability.”
She smiled, nearly in tears at how sweet the gift was. It was perfect. Goth chic enough to fit with her clothing, the bend of the heart would allow her to deny it being a collar, while the clasp would be at her throat, constantly reminding her of her love for her Master.
“Well get a proper collar for the bedroom, something with locks and a sturdy loop, later. But for now, this can be our stand-in. You’ll wear that for the rest of the day and every chance you get for as long it takes to brainwash Storm. You’ll feel uncomfortable when you take it off, incomplete. But when you wear it, you’ll be comforted knowing that you belong to me. That you have a place in the world with me. That you are completed by serving me. Every time you put it on, it will be a reaffirmation that you belong to me, strengthening your devotion and rejecting that there is anyone else who can command you. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” Vikki murmured throatily before wrapping the choker around her neck. And just like her Master said, the tingle of warmth, of comfort, ran through her body as she clicked it shut. She sighed contentedly as the words carved into her mind. It was a first , but she intended to carve those words as deep as she could as fast as she could. She would belong to Master forever.
“Good,” her Master approved. “Now, there are a few other things we need to talk about before you go…”