Welcome to Your Life 02

"Tell me, Allison, did you have the brains to earn that million dollars by the time you are 30?" the Master asked.

"No, Master," the girl answered, still smiling.

"And do you possess any skills to get you that amount of money by then?" the Master asked.

"No, Master," Allison replied.

"Any connections to get you that money?" the Master asked.

"No, Master," Allison again replied, still smiling.

"Tell me, Allison, what was my offer to you about making that million dollars by 30?" the Master said.

"Master, you offered me a million dollars, at the very least, if I became your slave and worked for you. I would be paid a percentage of the work I was given, and it would be invested for me and likely be more than that," the girl responded.

"Tell me, Allison, what is your work I will be giving you?" the Master asked.

"Escorting, Master," the girl replied with a wide smile.

"So you do have skills to earn large amounts of money, don't you Allison?" the Master asked.

"I do, Master," Allison responded.

"What are your assets, then, Allison?" the Master asked.

"My body, Master, and that I love good, hot sex..." the girl said, visibly getting aroused just discussing her new occupation.

"Were you always that way, Allison?" the Master asked.

"Not like this, Master," the blonde replied.

"What do you mean, Allison?" the Master asked.

"This is soooo much better..." Allison replied.

"Of course it is Allison, because who chose to accept my offer and do this?" the Master questioned.

"I did, Master," the college girl said, blushing and smiling.

"What were your choices, Allison?" the Master asked, as James looked on quietly in disbelief.

"I could either return home and continue school, and start my career as a low paid nurse and never get rich," Allison started. "Or I could take your offer, become your slave, and earn over a million dollars as a high paid escort by the time I am 30."

"Thank you Allison," the Master said, holding out a large plastic vibrator. "Here, Allison, show James some things that you have learned since you took my job offer, though I suspect he enjoys some of your talent after watching you two today..."

Allison took the vibrator and spent the next 30 minutes wearing herself out with it, all while James watched from his bedside vantage point, as the Master narrated the action.

The Master indicated there was more to come, and reached out and patted James' head. The young man flinched at being touched by the Master.

"Allison, it is time for the next phase, my lovely little slave," the Master said.

Allison rose from her knees, still naked, flush red after her 30 minute show, and walked over to a case the Master had laid on the table. The silver case showed two vials and two hypodermic needles inside and rubber hosing.

James flinched again, as his girlfriend picked up the hose, and one of the vials and a needle.

"It is a nice addition, having a nursing student on call," the Master laughed.

"Don't be scared, James, your life has been mapped out for you, should you accept," the Master said. "Once Allison chose you, your fate was settled. You must choose. There's no turning back."

"What does that even mean..." James replied, as Allison tied the hose to his right arm.

"That means, James, you are going to learn...but first, I am going to learn what makes you tick..." the Master said as he looked down, a crooked smile across his face. "You are going to have a life changing decision to make tonight."

Allison filled the needle with the vial's contents, then pushed the air out of the syringe, and carefully placed the needle in the vein of her boyfriend with a smile.

"Naked nursing, I may have to make that a thing, James," the Master mused. "Sodium Pentathol, James. Truth serum. With a little bit extra, a little hypnotic drug my chemical lab developed. I know everything about you from your pretty little girlfriend, but I want to understand you. It will help me shape you much more effectively- whatever it is you ultimately choose."

James felt the contents emptying into his body, his girlfriend carefully removing the needle, blotting the spot with a cotton swab of rubbing alcohol then a small band aid, again taking care to properly dispose of the needle.

"So James, while that takes effect, let's get you up to speed, shall we?" the Master said as he took a chair and sat next to the bound and bedridden college student. "First, you will be in this room until it is time to meet Carla on Sunday night. That's 48 hours give or take..."

James tugged at his bonds, hoping for something that never came. He noticed his girlfriend never stopped smiling and upon completing her task, resumed kneeling next to the Master's chair.

"But by then, your choice will be made," the Master said. "It happens in segments, my new young friend. There's a system I use."

James started feeling something about his thoughts as the drug began to kick in.

"I use a recommendation system for my slaves," the Master monologues, as he reached down and lifted the eyelids of James as he laid in the bed to see the changes in his eye dilation from the drugs his girlfriend injected in him. "It helps when slaves are 'grouped'. Think of it as a hierarchy of sorts, or like what the sororities do, families, Bigs and littles and so on..."

James tried to fight the effects, but was losing more ground.

"So in your little family group, James, Carla's roommate Jenna presented Carla as a gift," the Master said. "She brought her to her first SEXXXPO and she underwent a treatment similar to yours."

James blinked heavily, and began to focus more on the voice talking to him.

"Good, the drug is working James," the Master continued. "And as you guessed Carla delivered me Allison. After training Allison, I had her choose a boyfriend from a few options on campus. Yes, my contacts and control extends deep. She chose you from the list I provided to her. So your meeting in the cafeteria and her spilling a drink on you was not accidental, James. You are going to become invaluable to me in your role in law enforcement, if that is indeed your decision."

The senior didn't move much but was concerned.

"Now James, your grades, physique and intellect overall are not really incredible, let's be honest," the Master started. "If Allison didn't choose you, the future for you would at best be a mall cop riding a segway, maybe a security guard at some high school somewhere..."

"Are your grades outstanding, James?" the Master asked.

"No...." the student replied- as the truth serum worked its magic.

"Are you possessing an amazing physique?" the Master asked.

"No..." the young man replied.

"Are you of high IQ and intelligence?" the Master asked.

"No..." was once again the reply.

"Are you the definition of average?" the Master asked.

"Yes..." the college student responded.

"So tell me, James, which would you rather do, be a mall cop somewhere or be involved in federal law enforcement?" the Master asked.

"Federal...." the student answered honestly.

"Do you think any law enforcement agency would be interested in your mediocrity?" the Master asked.

"No..." James answered quietly, trying desperately to resist.

"Perfect, James...You don't know this yet because it has not been published but congratulations are in order- should you choose to be my slave, you will be accepted into a federal law enforcement group, most likely at Justice. But that will be your decision." the Master said. "You have no idea how many contacts I actually have..."

"So James, I want you to answer a few more simple questions now, otherwise, I will send your girlfriend out to have a lot of fun at the SEXXXPO, maybe even with the gangbang group..." the Master stated. "You do understand, James?"

James nodded.

"You will answer me verbally, James, otherwise I can have Vlad come in and assist..." the Master quipped.

"Is Allison well above the quality of woman who should be dating you, in appearance and intellect?" the Master queried.

"Yes..." James admitted, frustration and embarrassment showing.

"Do people on campus look at you two together and wonder how you ended up with her?" the Master asked.

"Yes..." the college student answered.

"Tell me James, have you ever had any thought of breaking up with Allison?" the dominant continued.

"Nooo....." the remarkably average young man answered.

"Very good, James, thank you," the Master said with a smile. "Have you ever had a girlfriend before Allison?"

"Nooo...." the young man replied, trying not to answer.

"Tell me, James, are you in love with Allison?" the Master asked, leaning in closely.

"Yyyyesss...." the college student admitted, even if he didn't want to, the drugs affecting his answers.

"And you find her taking the lead in your relationship is acceptable because of your inexperience with women?" the Master asked.

"Yesss..." the young man said.

"You find that Allison leading your relationship is preferable, don't you James, since you are so much less experienced in relationships?" the Master continued.

"Yesss...." the bedridden and bound young man answered.

"You would do anything to keep her, wouldn't you, James?" the Master asked firmly.

"Yesss..." was James' response, his girlfriend kneeling by the man asking questions and smiling at his replies.

"Tell me, James, would you rather be a lonely mall cop, but a free man or be in federal law enforcement with a very bright future, with Allison as your gf, leading your relationship under my complete guidance?" the Master asked.

"I..." James refrained from answering, a tear forming in his eye, the last resistance draining with his tears.

"Perfect, James... I have everything I need," the Master said, snapping his fingers in front of the pretty blonde. "Allison, you know what's next."

"Yes, Master!" the girl said, as she climbed up on the bed and laid with her boyfriend. "I know you will choose me! I know I picked the right guy!"

Allison reached under the blanket and began stroking her boyfriend, understanding her assignment.

"I'll be back in two hours, the drug should wear off by then," the Master said to the pair as he returned the airpods to Allison's ears. "Oh, and Allison, you know better than to untether him, and Vlad will still be outside the door. James, enjoy Allison..."

For the next two hours Allison kept James on edge, talking to him about how happy she would be to be with him forever, about how she loved doing things with James, and teaching him about all things sexy. Leading him. Guiding him.

For two hours James, tied to the bed, took what his girlfriend gave him. Edging. Praise. Talk about how he said he loved her and this was just one way he would be led by her... and how James wanted to be with her. He took it all. And took it all in. And waited.

Edged. Brought back from the edge. Edged again.

All while the sexy and enslaved Allison smiled, cajoled him, and talked to him about how much she was enjoying this with him. And wanted to live happily ever after with him.

Finally, after two hours, the Master returned. Immediately he walked over to James, and checked his eyes for pupil dilation, before he asked a question.

"Enjoying this, James?" the Master asked.

"Nooooo...." the college student replied, his honest answers continuing. "Not at all...."

"Well, I think that proves the drug has worn off," the Master chuckled.

He pointed to the stiff manhood at full mast, the petite, pink nailed hands of the lonely Allison slowly pumping him up and down.

"Because this tells me you are enjoying this, very much..." the Master said, with a laugh.

The Master moved closer to the bed where James was tethered.

"Allison, you can dismount now, darling." the Master said, helping the girl climb over her boyfriend, then kneeling at the Master's feet. "And as for you, James, you have a life altering decision to make."

"What do you think he will choose, Allison?" the Master asked.

"Me, Master..." the girl said confidently.

"Good girl, Allison," the Master said. "Allow the poor boy to finish again."

"With pleasure, Master!" Allison replied with glee, standing and moving back to the bed.

She took his cock in her dainty hand, nails a perfect shade of bubblegum pink and stroked him until he finished again.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMmmm..." the girl moaned, as James writhed in the bed after 2 hours of edging, his moans louder than that of his girlfriend, as his second load dispensed all over his chest, and torso, a bit reaching his face as he lay in the bed.

"Very good, Allison," the Master said, snapping and pointing to the floor.

Allison knelt at the very spot the Master pointed to, facing her boyfriend, her smile wide, her expression turning vacant.

The Master smiled at the young man and gave him some time to gather himself.

"Now then, James, you have a very big choice to make," the Master said. "I know what you answered under the effects of the truth serum, but here is your choice to decide. Allison, you may pay attention."

James took a deep breath in as he laid helplessly in bed.

"Choice number one," the Master began. "You are free to return home with no recollection of SEXXXPO or what went on while you were here, just vague memories you won't ever worry about. When you get home, very soon Allison will end your relationship, and you will most likely become that segway riding mall cop we discussed earlier. You will be your own free man, able to make your own decisions."

Allison frowned at her boyfriend at that choice.

"Or, James, you can choose this second option," the Master began. "You will become my slave, gifted to me by Allison. You will do my bidding, and you will be at my call any time. You will, however, enjoy career success professionally as a law enforcement agent with the federal government. In addition, you get to keep the lovely Allison as your girlfriend, though you will allow her to lead your relationship. You will not be intimate with her while she works for me, however. And her word goes."

Allison smiled and nodded at her boyfriend as if trying to convince him to choose that option.

"So James,' the Master said to the still recovering college man. "What will your decision be?"

James shook his head. He did not want to lose Allison, nor his freedom.

"Time to choose, young man," the Master started. "Option number one- go home a free man, lose Allison and most likely end up in a terrible career as a mall cop, no memory of me, or SEXXXPO, but free to live your own life...."

The Master cupped his chin to ensure he was paying attention.

"Or you may choose option two," the Master explained. "Keep Allison as your significant other, but the cost for this will be your freedom. And no sex with Allison until she completes her work with me. You will be my slave, you will be at my beck and call, and Allison will lead your relationship at all times. You will enjoy a very successful career in federal law enforcement, and you get the girl, though not fully for a few years... I guarantee that."

The Master pulled Allison off her knees and had her stand at attention next to him.

"So, James, time to choose...." the Master said matter of factly. "Be your own man, and lose Allison, or choose Allison, a successful career, with the cost being you becoming my slave..."

James blanched at the choices. Allison held her hands together as if praying to be chosen. The Master finally spoke.

"Time to choose, James..."