12. The Mistress of Master PC

We put Martin's coworkers back to normal and wiped their memory. Ms PC said the memory-wipe would be pretty effective, but they might have bad dreams. Me too. I hoped they would be OK.

We took Martin home. We sat in the living room and attacked the last of the beer and nachos. We took a few minutes to relax. I had never been in a super-powered battle before. But my bruises healed fast and after I felt my wits coming back to me, we talked about what to do next.

"Annie," I said, "You were right. I can't go back to my old life. I'm Luana now, and I love it. I love being beautiful and I love being powerful. I want to explore what it means to me, and I want to find out more about this Master PC program, and what it can do. I want to see if I can do some good with it, and have some fun along the way.

"Look, I love you, in my own way, and you love me. But only because we were told to, and because it was too fun to stop. Do we really have anything in common?"

"Lu, we have a lot in common now, Please let me stay. let me help you. And there's something else..."

"Yes?"

"Well, I kind of liked being, well, taken over. You could take me, you know, if you wanted."

"Annie, do you know anything about BDSM?"

"You mean, like leather and whips? Not really."

"Well, I do. Martin thought that I was ashamed to be a boy who was really a little submissive girl inside, but he had me wrong. Really, I was afraid to be in control of things. All my life I've been afraid of, well, of shining too brightly. Of hurting people. Taking risks. I guess Martin unlocked me in all kinds of ways."

"Yes, I guess he did."

"In the leather subculture, people become slaves to their masters if they choose to. Its all about making a choice, and having a choice to make. Martin took choices away from people, away from us. And for that crime I am going to punish him. But you, you're free to do what you want."

She nodded, getting the idea. "So if I want you to program me?"

"You can even write the programming yourself," and she blushed, and I kissed her, and I knew she was going to be really mine.

"Reprogram me however you want. I trust you. And I need it. I'm all yours, Lu."

I called Ms PC over and started to describe the programming I wanted for Annie. I think she enjoyed listening. And then Ms PC made it so.

From then on, Annie called me Mistress Luana.

Later, I decided it was time to do something about Martin. He was weirding us out, the god-turned-puppy. And he did need some kind of punishment. I decided a more creative solution was in order. So we turned him into a girl. We recalled discovering his interest in asian girls, so Annie and I sat down with Ms PC and changed him to look like a girl of mixed asian heritage, about 16 years old.

We called her Mara. She was lovely, with shining black hair and honey-brown skin, and a sweet, playful personality. She didn't remember much of her life as Martin, and she was warm and loving. Like Martin, she was smart, and she tended to talk a bit jumpy, like the words were stored inside her under pressure, eager to come out... but on her, it was a lot cuter.

And of course, her sexy body was designed to my specifications. I made her endlessly horny, ultra-orgasmic, terribly kinky, and totally obedient. We called her Mara, and she was mine; body, mind, and soul.

Annie and I admired Mara for awhile, and kissed her slender limbs and her cute little breasts and her lovely lips. We played with her, and taught her a few early lessons in submission and pain. She learned fast.

And then it was time for them to make me dinner.

We woke up the next morning, the three of us in my bed, all sort of tangled together. They made breakfast and we showered and got dressed, and there was a lot of touching and kissing and giggling, we were all in love, after all, and designed to be happy, enthusiastic, and together.

I took them shopping. Mara needed clothes, and when we had dressed her up all chic and sexy I took my girls to the fetish clothes store and I bought them both beautiful collars, black leather with a shining silver O-ring in front.

As soon as I bought them, Annie and Mara knelt before me, right there at the checkout line, and I put the collars on them. They kissed my hands and cried, and I allowed them to rise and gave them hugs and kisses.

Everyone else in the store just stared at us.

When we stepped out of the store and onto the sidewalk, I caught a glimpse of our reflection in a store window. We were three breathtaking beautiful girls. One dark, slim, and raven haired, one busty redhead, one ice princess blonde. We were like three teen heiresses ready to inherit the world. Ms PC fluttered, almost invisibly, over my shoulder, reminding me that we weren't just special, we were Superpowered.

There were things to do. I wanted to grant some healing and amnesia to Martin's other victims, like the salesgirl, Ella. I wanted to clean up any trail of clues Martin had left that could lead back to us. There must be other people out there playing with Master PC. Were they playing games like Martin's? It seemed like something we needed to learn a lot more about.

And so we headed off to face the day beneath a deep blue sky. There was work to do, but we knew who we were, and and we had the keys to the kingdom. We were ready for anything.

Isn't technology amazing?