The Truth - Chapter 12 (Patreon)

Sarah didn’t know what time it was when she woke up. The cage door was still locked and she couldn’t read the display as it was outside the cage. She did what she could to move around but noticed she was not cramped or sore. The vibrator was still vibrating but she couldn’t move in any way that might improve her situation there. So, she waited even though Master had told her she should do things while waiting. Some of Master’s commands were confusing and – she could barely allow herself to think it – unbecoming of a master.

Eventually, the lock opened and she shimmied out of the cage. She was relieved when the cage became taller as the door opened. Master was on the bed but she knew she must learn about the apartment. She left the bedroom so as not to disturb Master. In the living room, she looked though Master’s books and recordings. She saw a paper on his desk and couldn’t help but read it. It was instructions to build her cage. And it explained why when Master said ‘Slave plug slave,’ the vibrator had appeared inside her. This was how Master’s magic works. He must write the effect before it works. She opened the desk drawer and found more writings. She read them all. As she read them, the way she could help Master formed fully in her mind. She could create shortcut commands for tying her up or turning her into a dog.

“Master does this the hard way,” she thought. She turned on the computer and wrote several things it seemed master could write to make creating his spells much easier.

When he woke up, he smelled pancakes. Within seconds of moving he heard footsteps heading toward the bed.

Sarah knelt down next to the bed, head bowed, and said, “Does Master want breakfast here or at the kitchen table?”

“The kitchen is fine. Go attend to the food and I’ll be right out.”

“Yes, Master.” She stood up and rushed out of the room.

After using the bathroom, Jon entered the living area and saw the kitchen table decorated with flowers. There were pancakes, caramelized fruit, and juice. He sat down at the table set for one. “Where is your plate?”

“This slave will eat after serving Master.”

“No, no, you will eat while I eat so I don’t end up sitting around waiting for you to eat.”

“Forgive me, Master, this slave was not smart enough to think of that.”

“Just prepare your plate and sit down at the table with me.”

“Yes, Master.” After she had served herself she took a few bites, she asked, “Master?”

“Yes.”

“This slave may have done something wrong and wishes to tell Master so Master can tell this slave if she has done wrong.”

“Just tell me what you did. Leave it to me to determine if you have done wrong.”

She bent down and picked up a few pieces of paper. “This slave found some papers with strange short written passages on them. This slave supposes these passages are how Master enacts his magic. If so, this slave has rewritten some of the passages she found as well as written new passages that this slave hopes Master will bring into reality.”

“Let me see what you wrote.” He took a printed page from her. It was several long effects that if they worked would allow him to pre-print the effects and just sign the paper to enact the magic. It also removed the requirement for adding words like ‘When I finish…’ to delay the enactment of the magic.

“I don’t know if this will work,” he said. “But it can’t hurt to try it.” He got up and rewrote what she had written using the Pen. When he finished he looked at her and said, “I suppose you’ve already written a test… spell.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied and handed him another sheet of paper. It read: “A riding crop is now on the desk.” Below that was the required boiler plate text to enact the magic as described in the other effects.

He signed the paper on the provided line. A crop appeared.

Sarah let out a squeal of delight. “Master, there is more.” She turned around and held up a thin bundle of pages.

“What is all that?”

“This slave noticed that Master has created many spells with similar language except for small details of the effect. They reminded this slave of forms that are often filled out for various regulatory agencies. This slave has created several spells to enable Master to quickly create spells of similar form by simply filling out the form and signing it.”

“You’ve created a bureaucracy. Fabulous. Let me see an example.”

“Yes, Master. Take for example how you say ‘Slave gag slave’ to gag this slave or ‘All mute all’ to mute all of your harem. A form would exist where all Master must do is indicate the magic word, what the effect is, and sign it to create a new effect. A different form would exist to create transformations like the mannequin spell for Debra when she thinks her incantation.”

“I have to read all this to see how it works.”

“This slave can explain it all but Master should read it to make sure this slave has not made a mistake.”

The pages she had handed him were a series of effects describing what a form was, what the fields on the forms did, forms for creating new definitions like what a harem is, forms for creating templates, what happened when a form was filled incorrectly, and rules for revoking effects.

“This is very convenient if it works. Master is proud of his slave. I assume you have a test spell.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, handing him another page.

The name of the spell was “Look Alike” and it transformed a named member of his harem so that she would look and sound like someone else. While she retained her original personality the spell forced her to move and talk like the other person.

“What is this for?” he asked.

“Master has transformed someone named Sandra to look and believe she is this slave’s former self. So, this slave presumes Sandra will return to Sandra’s apartment at some point. If master uses this spell on this slave to look like Sandra she will have proof that she is not Sandra. This will add confusion to her adventure of waking up as someone else, will it not?”

“Very good. Yes, I didn’t have a good plan for how I would end her time believing she was you.” He looked at the page again. “Sarah look-alike Sandra Sarah. That is not easy to say.”

Sarah transformed into a perfect likeness of Sandra. “I feel different. Oh, no, I am not worthy to say ‘I’.”

“Calm down,” Jon said. “Sandra would not say ‘this slave’ so while under this spell you won’t either. That is okay.”

“Please change me back Jo- Master. Talking like this makes me…me…” The look of frustration on her face was incredible. She finished her thought, “uncomfortable.”

“Actually some discomfort might be good for you. As I said, I want you to think for yourself when I’m not giving you commands. This system you have created is very useful. Perhaps you should spend some time believing you are someone else.”

“As you wish, Jon,” Sarah forced herself to say his name. “I have already made a spell for that called, ‘Become’.”

“Amusing, but a spell makes it too easy.” He thought for a moment. “I want you to read through this operations manual for the S&R-A android. Memorize all of its operations. Figure out a good way to create a spell for it. Perhaps looking like Sandra will make that easier.”

“I will do my best.”

While she read though the manual, Jon read through her spell paperwork. He printed a couple blank forms and wrote a few ideas without signing them. After a while he looked over at Sarah, she was taking notes in the manual. “Sarah stop for sec and come here.”

She put the book down and walked over to his desk.

“I command you to sign this and then give me the pen right back.” He said as he handed her the Pen.

She did as commanded but said, “I don’t think this will work.”

Taking the Pen back he knew it had not worked. “Neither did I really. But I had to try. Now, I’m going to give you the Pen to sign another one with no compulsions whatsoever, though I would still like the Pen back when you are done.”

She took the Pen again and signed the next paper. She was about to hand the Pen back to him when she saw he was experiencing slight discomfort.

“It worked,” he exclaimed. “Sign these as well and no peaking,” and he put two more spells in front of her. He put those spells in the drawer along with the Pen as she handed it back.

She read the spell he had left out. It gave him total control over the size, thickness, sensitivity and erectness of his penis. It also made him immune to soreness during sex and capable of cumming at will and in any volume desired. “If you desire to test this out, I am ready.”

“I hope so. Sarah naked Sarah.” Sarah stood there looking exactly like Sandra, completely naked. He pulled his pants down and his fully-erect, 10-inch dick pointing straight out from his crotch. “I think we’ll start with a blow job.”

She knelt down in front of him and started licking his head and rubbing the length of his dick with her hands. After a moment, she pulled him into her mouth and sucked him in. Her eyes bulged with surprise as his dick became thicker in her mouth.

“You like?”

She mumbled her approvals and bobbed up and down the thickening dick as well as she could. She felt the head of his dick swell and she stepped up her pace to finish him off. For ten minutes she sucked as hard as she could and he did not cum. If anything his head became more and more engorged.

“Oh, that is awesome.” He said. “Ready for a huge load, I hope.”

Cum burst forth from his dick filling her mouth in a split second. It went down her throat and leaked out her lips, dribbling down her chin. She tried to swallow it all but there was too much. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and it continued to spray cum. It landed on her face, on her chest. It did not stop. He was hosing her down with cum. “Turn around,” he commanded. He did not stop cumming until she was covered from head to toe in his cum. “Cum solid cum,” he said.

She felt the cum on her skin solidify. She could not move, encased like a fly in amber. Her eyes were closed and she wondered what it looked like. She heard him sit down at the desk.

“Cum crumble cum.”

As he spoke she felt the strength of her encasement weaken. She moved and the solid mass crumbled like a cracker. Everywhere she moved it crumbled and fell off her. She broke a piece off her face and licked it. “Tastes the same,” she said.

“Cum vanish cum.” All the crumbled cum vanished. “There’s far too much for you to eat. Go wait for me on the bed. I’ll be right there.”

She wanted to squeal and run off but, still emulating Sandra forced herself to calmly walk into the other room.

He took the paper out of the drawer and read it again, “Jon can sign off on spells that modify him.” He took out a blank command spell and filled it out: Subject: Jon, Action: fuck Sarah then we both feel fully refreshed afterwards; Duration: 3 hours; Frequency: Once; When: next time they are on the bed in his bedroom. He signed it. He didn’t feel different. He went into the bed room and took off his clothes. “Sarah Look Alike Self Sarah” he said, returning her to her normal form.

“Thank you, Master.”

He took hold of his dick and made it very sensitive, very erect and a little thinner. Then he climbed into bed. He felt himself needing to take Sarah immediately. He thrust his dick into her pussy and started fucking her.

They quickly orgasmed and he kept on fucking her. They lost track of all the orgasms as he could not stop fucking her until hours later when he finally found he could stop if he wanted. He used his control to orgasm one more time before collapsing on the bed next to her. They lay there for a while before she spoke, “That was more than this slave ever believed was possible.”

“That’s because I wrote a spell to make me fuck you for three hours.”

“Master wrote a spell affecting Master?”

“Thanks to you.”

“This slave is so pleased to have helped.”

“What time is it?”

She rolled over to look at the clock on the nightstand. “It is after 3 pm.”

“Let’s clean up, eat something and get ready for Sandra to come home from being Sarah today.”

“Yes, Master.”