A Priest in Her Service
CHAPTER 19
There was a lot to do to bring Cindy into their lives as a ... Derek didn’t know the right word. Servant wasn’t enough, but slave felt wrong too. Whatever the word for it, it wasn’t as simple as just giving her a few orders. To the world, they decided she would be a distant younger cousin, come to live with them after falling on hard times, but they hadn’t settled on a term for among themselves.
One complication soon became obvious. Homeless or itinerant for her entire teen life, Cindy had never learned most basic home skills. She was a quick and eager study, which meant that cleaning and laundry and such were soon under control, but she had never cooked in a proper kitchen before, so there was a long way to go before she could take over in that area.
Since Melissa was working and Derek wasn’t, he found himself home alone with her far more, and teaching her and helping her with these tasks, and taking her out to get the various things she needed now that her life had changed so much.
Rather to his surprise, though, he wasn’t having sex with her; or at least, not much. Despite the fact that her obedience and subservience was equally to both of them, it was immediately clear that Cindy was Melissa’s at heart, not his. This was fine with Derek, he had the whole world to play with. But it meant that he and Cindy seemed to quickly settle into a habit where they were usually only intimate with each other when in a threesome with Melissa.
It meant that Derek was kept busy for the next several days, though. Cindy had nothing but her dog and the clothes on her back. All her other possessions were in the van, a fact that gave Derek a guilty start before Cindy reassured him that there was nothing important lost.
They did a lot of shopping, buying clothes, personal effects, shoes, and such. They visited a doctor to get her checked out, and found nothing worse than malnutrition. He took Cindy to get a professional haircut, notable to him only because he wound up getting a blowjob from another stylist while he waited.
Their major task, however, was re-establishing Cindy’s bureaucratic existence. She had no ID, no birth certificate, and didn’t know her social security number. She didn’t know what county or even state she was born in. Her parents moved around a lot, and they hadn’t been much for telling her stories of the past.
This project hit a dead end on the first day. Derek used his power to cut through and red tape he could, but he wanted to get her actual paperwork, not just very good forgeries, and if he cheated, that’s what he would have. It quickly became apparent that the people he needed to reach, and influence, just weren’t present in a small city like he lived in.
So, the next day was a road trip, and he and Cindy drove a few hours to the state capital. They made much better progress there, but it was still a dreary succession of waiting rooms and drab government offices. The workers were unfailingly polite and helpful, Derek made sure of that, but progress was still slow.
Derek decided to treat Cindy to something special as a reward for her patience. He drove her to a discreet suburban store that was a high-end lingerie retailer he had heard good things about. The sales floor was in the basement of a ritzy multi-use retail and office space, accessed through an unassuming door. Once downstairs, they were immediately greeted by an attractive saleswoman, who took Cindy away for a fitting.
Derek usually felt terribly awkward and self-conscious when surrounded by women’s underwear in a store, and he discovered that his new lifestyle hadn’t completely fixed that problem. The store was dimly lit, with spot highlights illuminating the clothing racks but leaving the aisles between shadowy. Everywhere he looked were bras, panties, teddies, babydolls, and other bits of lingerie he didn’t know the proper name for. A price tag told him that one item he was looking at was called a merrywidow, but he wasn’t sure why.
Mind control powers hadn’t completely dampened his husband-instincts, so he first found something for Melissa. Something sexy enough to be fun, but practical enough to be usable outside the bedroom. He knew her size, so he was able to find what he needed without help.
Cindy was still nowhere to be found, so he settled onto a bench near the dressing rooms and waited. When they had entered, the place had seemed empty, but either other people had arrived since then or it was just a trick of the lighting that he hadn’t noticed anyone, because he could now see half a dozen other customers, and at least one other saleswoman, plus the cashier who remained behind the counter.
Several women were shopping alone, and one couple was nervously giggling together at some of the more outlandish selections. There was also one other solo man, but it wasn’t clear if he was with a woman who was in the dressing rooms, or shopping for someone who was not present.
While sitting in the dim room, Derek discovered something surprising. If he closed his eyes, he could still tell where everyone in the room was. There was a dim glow surrounding them that he wasn’t seeing with light. It was different for each person, and it felt like it could tell him a lot about the person, if only he could understand it, but the complexities escaped him for now. All he could see was a general emotional state.
The longer he waited, the more tempting it was to entertain himself with someone here. The woman helping Cindy would emerge from the dressing room occasionally to collect something from a rack, but Cindy herself remained inside. He started going over the various women, trying to decide who he would be most interested in. There was no-one to immediately rule out, he saw. Maybe he should go for the Japanese woman with extremely large breasts who had just disappeared to try on several bras. He wondered if they were real or implants.
Or, he could get to know the cashier better. She was older than the employees on the sales floor, and Derek suspected she might be their manager. All of them were in the same uniform, a gray business jacket with an open cut, a matching narrow skirt, stockings, and heels. Instead of a blouse or shell underneath the jacket, each wore a different colorful or lacy bra, clearly showing through.
On all the girls, the effect was pleasing, but on her, it was a knockout. Derek had just decided to get up and go talk with her, at least, the sales woman helping Cindy approached him (Derek noted her nametag said ‘Darlene’) and said, “Your friend would like if you were to help her make her final decision.”
Derek followed her into the back, a short corridor with half a dozen private rooms off of it. The rooms had proper doors, but space above and below. Cindy was waiting in the last door on the left, dressed in a lacy white bra and panty set that made her simultaneously sultry and adorable.
Derek was struck at how beautiful she was, compared to when they had first met just a few days ago. Part of it was the outfit, which was working wonders to show off her body. Part of it was her haircut, short by necessity from what she had before, but professionally styled and quite fetching. Part of it was her more regular diet and sleep schedule the last few days. But the majority was her demeanor and expression. She was happy, and wanted the world to know. Her aura glowed like a beacon.
“Do you like it?” she said, shyly, and then she was falling to her knees before him, pulling his pants down and underwear aside. He was hard as a rock and she swallowed his length eagerly, bobbing her head up and down.
Derek was surprised at his own aggression, compelling Cindy like that, but she was so eager to please. He closed his eyes for a few moments, thinking of nothing but the young woman on her knees before him. If she could think of nothing but servicing his dick, it seemed rude for him to think about anything else.
A sigh from across the room made him snap his eyes open. He had totally forgotten about Darlene, but she was still in the room with them. She had unfastened her jacket, revealing the entirety of the blue and green pushup bra underneath. She was leaning against the wall with a hand down her skirt, watching them.
Derek was genuinely unsure how that had happened. Was this the result of his general aura of sexiness? Did his subconscious compel her even though he was distracted? Or was she just a kinky girl all on her own? He tried his new found skill of peering at her aura. He could see that her lust was enhanced, but couldn’t tell any details.
And now he was committing the sin he had just identified, so he went back to paying attention to the blowjob, which was increasing in intensity and urgency. Cindy was almost attacking his cock with a frantic need, mumbling to herself that she needed him to come on the rare moments that her mouth was empty enough to speak.
Derek had just had an idea that would keep them entertained for a while, so he saw no reason not to give Cindy exactly what she wanted. He reached down to steady her head and came in her mouth. She stayed deep on his cock the entire time, careful to capture and swallow every drop, moaning and shuddering as the jizz worked its effect on her.
It was nearly a minute after he started to orgasm that Cindy finally released his partially softened cock, having already swallowed his entire load. She looked him in the eye as she climbed back to her feet, sweet and innocent, and he had a flash of guilt.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—” he began, but she interrupted him.
“Don’t be. It’s your right, any time you want. That was my choice, .” Their moment was interrupted by Darlene again, who let out a string of moaning grunts, her hand furiously working under her skirt.
She started to slow her rubbing, and began to take her skirt off with a slightly puzzled expression on her face, as Derek turned back to Cindy.
“So,” he said, “you are pretty good at that,” and here he gestured to his dick, “but Melissa says that you are a world-class pussy licker. How did that come about?”
“I don’t know,” said Cindy. “I’ve always, I mean, before I chose you I always liked it with women more, and it was just easy to figure out, you know?”
“Do you want to find out how good you really are?” he asked.
“Umm, sure. How are we going to do that?”
Derek turned to Darlene, now calmed down somewhat, still standing there in the room. She had undressed down to just a matching bra, panties garter belt, and stockings. “How many different people have eaten you out?” he asked.
She blinked in surprise to the question, but was already counting in her head. “Five or six,” she replied. “Six, I think, but I’m not sure.”
“Men, women, both?” he continued, casually.
“Only men. I’m not gay,” she responded, obviously confused by her readiness to respond.
“Any of them any good?”
“Yes, several of them. I like it a lot, so I tried to help them improve.” Darlene looked embarrassed at saying this last revelation out loud, which Derek found funny, since she wasn’t embarrassed about masturbating in front of them or standing there in nothing but revealing lingerie.
“Well, I’ve heard it said that Cindy here is very very good, so she’s going to lick you now. I want you to compare her skill and technique to the best you’ve gotten before, and give an honest judgment of her skills.”
Darlene nodded, dreamily. Derek turned back to Cindy to give her the go-ahead, but she was already approaching the somewhat dazed woman, then leading her over to the bench. Cindy slid Darlene’s panties down and had her step out of them and lie back.
As the young woman went to work, Derek sat opposite. He watched for a little, but soon cast his mind and senses out to the room, where he could find and feel the other patrons of the store, even though he could not directly see them, and he went to work.
It was amazing how easy he found it to make the changes he wanted. He compared what he had just done to his first efforts at the office party, where it took hours of careful effort to play with a group of people, and realized just how much he had grown in power.
Still, the effect he wanted took some coaxing to create, particularly without any to see what anyone was doing or feeling, other than his sense of their auras. He did eventually finish, chuckling to himself, and returned his attention to the women in front of him.
Darlene was flushed and sweaty, gasping on the very edge of orgasm, as Cindy knelt in between her legs, face hovering a few inches from her neatly trimmed pussy. Every few seconds, she would dart her head in, tongue extended, and give a single lick. Then, she gave it a moment, and went back to gentle kissing.
“Oooooh, not again,” groaned Darlene, and Derek realized that this cycle had happened several times while he was distracted. He watched while Cindy gently brought Darlene down to a low idle of arousal then immediately started ramping back up, pushing her back towards the peak.
As Darlene began to show signs of coming close again, Derek spoke aloud, “Cindy, I think it’s time to finish her off. I have something I’m waiting to show you.”
Without removing her mouth from Darlene’s pussy, Cindy reached back and gave a thumbs up. Within moments, Darlene was bucking her hips into Cindy’s face and groaning a long, keening groan as her pleasure was unleashed in a torrential orgasm. She lay back on the bench, drained, and Cindy sat up, wiping her mouth.
“What did you want to show me?” she asked, brightly.
“Come here,” Derek replied, and led her out of the dressing room, leaving Darlene behind to recover. Every woman in the store was standing in a row in the space at the back of the store. The employees had all stripped off their outerwear and the customers had all changed into outfits from the racks.
They were sexy as hell. The Japanese woman had selected a nearly sheer bodysuit that clearly showed massive erect nipples underneath. Next to her, a black woman wore a deep red teddy covered in intricate threaded lacings. The store manager was as good looking out of her clothing as Derek expected her to be, and there were half a dozen more, almost too many to take in at once.
The two men had not changed, and were sitting quietly on one of the benches. Both were iring the women, though the younger man who was here with one of the ladies on display seemed embarrassed to be doing so. The lady in question looked stunning in a sheer green babydoll over sheer panties, combining to become just opaque enough to show just a hint of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
“Oooh,” said Cindy. “They’re pretty.”
“Now, I figure that one woman isn’t a big enough sample, if we are to get to the bottom of how good you really are. But eight more is probably too much to ask. How many do you think you can handle before your technique starts slipping, or it stops being fun?”
Cindy considered the question, licking her lips and opening and closing her jaw, testing and thinking. “Three? Maybe four?”
“Three it is, then.” He turned, as Darlene came out of the dressing room behind them, still a little wobbly. She stopped in the doorway, stunned by the scene in front of her.
“So, Darlene,” said Derek. “What is the verdict?”
“She’s number one. They were good, but she’s great.” She leaned in the doorway.
“Well, come and sit down. You can be a spectator for this next part.” Derek turned back to the line of women. “So, I will need three of you to volunteer to judge my friend Cindy’s pussy-licking ability. I’d like you to work amongst yourselves who has the most experience getting her carpet munched, so we can compare her to the biggest sample of other people.” He gestured, and the women started talking quietly among themselves.
Soon, they appeared to have it sorted out. The Japanese woman, a redhead in a demicup bra that barely hid her nipples, and tiny panties, and the other younger saleswoman, in a lacy pink set and thigh high stockings, came forward.
“How many different people have eaten you out?” Derek asked the saleswoman.
“At least twenty. It was a tie between me and her,” she nodded behind her at another woman, “since neither of us knows an exact count, and I went because I’m bisexual, so I’ve had more variety,” she replied.
“Good thinking,” he answered, and turned to the redhead. “And you?”
“Thirty or forty, I’m guessing. Mostly men, but two women,” she added, anticipating his question.
He was just turning to the Japanese woman when she said, “Several hundred, both men and women. I work in the adult film industry, the women are just business.”
“Ah,” he replied, then addressed the group at large. “The rest of us will watch and perhaps amuse ourselves a little. Milady,” he gestured Cindy forward with a sweep of his hand, “Choose your first victim.”
Cindy walked confidently up to the saleswoman and took her by the hand. One bench was cleared for their use, and everyone else gathered as spectators on and around the other nearby seating. Cindy began to do her thing, and the woman under her was soon emitting a string of tiny rhythmic moans.
Derek noticed the store manager standing next to were he sat, watching the scene intently. He gave her an idea, and she glanced over her shoulder at him. She did not seem to want to stop watching the performance, though.
Shortly, she had backed up and knelt next to the edge of the bench, where she reached over and fished Derek’s cock out of his jeans. She started stroking him gently, all while still watching her employee, who was now almost chirping more than moaning and bucking her hips a little each time. This wasn’t quite what Derek had in mind, but it was pleasant enough, so he relaxed and enjoyed it.
Cindy brought the saleswoman to a crashing orgasm a few minutes later. The manager watched intently, but the moment she was done and Cindy was sitting up, she flew into action. She spun and shifted so that she was in front of Derek, facing him, and immediately started a vigorous and aggressive blowjob.
Derek was a little surprised at first, but he realized that she had been fighting the desire he had implanted this entire time because she was more interested in watching her employee. Now that the distraction was gone, she was making up for lost time.
She was quite eager and dedicated, and her handjob had actually gotten Derek farther than he had thought, so he came in her mouth while Cindy was still sipping from a water bottle someone had produced from somewhere and chatting with the woman she had just eaten out.
Derek realized that the room had been watching him with the manager, either because they were surprised that there was other sexual activity going on, or that they expected him to be the MC of the competition.
“Verdict?” he asked the saleswoman, simply.
“Oh, she’s quite something,” the woman replied. “It’s hard to judge, you know? I’m not taking notes. But if you put me on the spot, she’s at least tied for the top position.”
“Good enough,” Derek replied. “You may proceed to your second judge when ready,” he said to Cindy.
Cindy directed the redhead to her hand and knees this time, and began to go to work. This woman was a lot less expressive than the last one had been; other than her breathing quickening a little there wasn’t much sign of her enjoyment. Derek could feel the arousal in her aura, though, something that was rapidly getting easier to do.
He could also feel the frustrated urges of the other spectators, both the women around him and, even more so, the men. The younger man was a bundle of nerves and confusion, but the older man was a beacon of self-assured lust.
Derek looked around to pick another person to entertain himself with, and his eye settled on the ass of a Latina he hadn’t noticed previously, though her features from behind were quite considerable. Soon, she was giving him a lapdance of sorts while facing away, though things quickly escalated since he was naked from the waist down and she was wearing the tiniest of thongs.
As she slipped backwards and he entered her, he gave a general push to the spectators that they should find ways to enjoy themselves, if they wished, though they shouldn’t disturb the competition. He quickly lost track of what the results of this encouragement were, because the woman on top of him started bouncing up and down energetically.
In fact, the Latina girl was so distracting that Derek missed the finale of the second phase of testing, and had to be politely interrupted by the manager. When he realized that Cindy and the woman were now both standing and watching him fuck, he made the woman in his lap come so hard she slumped forward off of him, though he remained hard himself.
He gave the redhead a significant look, and she said, “That was the best I’ve ever had it. No question. Can you give classes to my boyfriend? Or girlfriend? I’ll dump him and start dating a woman if it’s easier to teach them.”
Derek chuckled and said “I’m sure we can work something out.”
Cindy, meanwhile, was discussing things with the Japanese woman. Derek turned to see how the spectators were doing. One or two women were playing with themselves, and a few had paired off with each other. Several had gravitated towards the other two men in the room, as well.
Two women were seated on either side of the younger man, cuddling with him and caressing him, but he seemed to be ignoring them. He was intent on the other pairing, where the girl he had been in the store with was giving a pretty ive blowjob to the older man. As Derek watched, the girl began to pull her head away, and the man firmly pushed her back down.
Derek thought about going over and finding out what was going on, but then he realized that he didn’t care. The older guy was being an asshole, and Derek didn’t like him anyway. Abruptly, the man disengaged from the girl and stood up, heading back into the racks of underwear in the store.
The woman looked relieved, but wasn’t really interested in any more fun and games until Derek encouraged everyone remaining in that group into action. The four became a tangle of limbs as they groped and licked each other.
Derek, satisfied at his solution, turned back to check on Cindy, who was buried deep between the Japanese woman’s legs. It’s remarkable, he thought, how quickly watching Cindy eat a girl out gets to be ordinary background entertainment. He watched for a few moments, before noticing the older man returning, now wearing a pair of satin panties that barely contained his dick, and a sheer babydoll. He sat down alone and began playing with his nipples. Derek nodded at him, and he glared back.
Derek turned back to the performance in front of him, and relaxed. After a little while, he realized he was getting a slow handjob from the black woman he had noticed earlier, who was sitting next to him. He reached over in turn to return the favor. They caressed each other enjoyably, neither trying to drive the other towards orgasm.
Cindy, on the other hand, was clearly pushing the Japanese woman towards a titanic climax. She was moaning and grunting in a way that, without knowing what was happening, would almost sound like distress. She came with shuddering thighs and a yell of ecstasy/anguish that made Derek worried that the neighboring businesses might become suspicious.
The Japanese woman recovered almost immediately, however, and began her evaluation without prompting.
“I am sorry to say that you are not the best, madame,” she said.
“Oh, really?” Derek responded on Cindy’s behalf. She was drinking from the water bottle, again.
“Yes, indeed. I was once in Brazil to film a video. One of the male performers there, it was out of this world what he could do. Every woman he worked with, when she came on camera, it was always real.”
Derek wondered if this man was simply a very talented lover, or this was evidence of another person with unusual abilities. He’s in Brazil, though, so it doesn’t matter, he thought, and pushed the subject aside.
“OK, Cindy, you’ll have to be happy with second place. Now, for your prize.”
“What’s that?” Cindy said, curious.
Derek didn’t tell her, but arranged the scene. On one bench, he got Cindy’s three judges to sit, and she across from them. He stood between them, and concentrated. His ability to see into people was new, but growing quickly. He teased out the sensation of orgasm that each woman had just felt, and pushed it across the gap to Cindy.
She collapsed off of the bench, overwhelmed by the sensation of the three climaxes she had just given, all at once. As she lay on the floor, recovering, Derek disengaged the remaining people from their trysts and made sure there would be no embarrassing loose ends from his games.
He paid for his selection of lingerie, encouraged everyone else with sufficient means to buy generously (including the older man, who had a sudden but intense fetish for wearing women’s undergarments), and left with Cindy.
When they returned home several hours later, he presented Melissa with her present while Cindy eagerly recounted the tale of their trip. Melissa said nothing out of the ordinary, but was unusually quiet that evening, even after she had tried her new lingerie on then taken it off again. Afterward, Derek tried to find out if anything was wrong, but Melissa deflected the question.
He thought ing his power to make her talk to him, but if we was going to to that, he might as well just fix it, and he wasn’t interested in going that far. Still, it put an unpleasant cap on what was otherwise an enjoyable day.