As I walked down the street, my right hand in my pocket and gripping my stone so that I could use it if I so got the desire, my thoughts began to wander. It was possible that any of these people passing me could be the very person I was looking for. After all, I had no information other than the fact that the wishing stone was most definitely located in this city.
As this thought entered my mind, I began immediately forming plans. I could use my stone on everyone I met, and turn them into my slaves. The more I thought on that, however, the less it seemed like a good idea.It would be too difficult to manage that many people.
"I do need a base of operations, though..." I said aloud. "After all, I could be searching for quite some time. I looked around and noticed a woman bringing groceries from her car into her house. "And a rather nice looking house at that..." I said.
I walked over to her, my grin growing as I approached. The woman I was looking upon was quite good looking, for a somewhat older woman. I'd have gauged her at somewhere near forty, give or take a couple of years. She had blonde hair that stopped at about her shoulders.Her body was in good shape, too. I could see very little body fat. She had a rather ample chest, about a full C-cup.
She looked up from her groceries when she heard me approach. She seemed a bit startled. "Need some help?" I asked, glancing into the trunk of her car. I could see that she was holding the final bag, and already knew what the answer would be.
"No, thank you." she said. "I've actually just finished." she said.
I gripped the stone in my pocket tighter, and could feel it heat up as it began to work it's magic on the woman. Her eyes glazed over for a moment, and then she looked up at me. The look of fear in her eyes now replaced by adoration.
"Please, come inside, master." she said. I nodded and entered her house. No matter how many times I had used the stone to obtain dominion over someone, it never got old. I ordered my new slave to tell me about herself while she put away her freshly bought groceries.
I learned quite a bit about her. Her name was Martha Sanders, she was a divorced woman with one child, a seventeen year old daughter named Tiffany, who attended the local high school and was a cheerleader there. She also informed me that she worked as a secretary at one of the offices in town.
After she had finished putting away the groceries, I had her show me around the house. It was decorated a bit femininely for my taste, but it would certainly do for the time being.
I had been about to order my new slave to do something a bit more...adult, when I heard the door open and slam closed, and a voice calling out in the house. "Mom, I'm home." the voice said.
I looked over at my slave. Obviously this was her daughter. "Ask her if she's alone." I whispered.
Martha nodded. "Welcome home honey. Are you alone?" she replied.
After a moment, the response finally came. "Yeah mom. I'm meeting the others at the mall in a little while."
I grinned. This would be perfect. I could have both of these pawns looking for anything suspicious while I stay here and rest. "Have her come up here." I said to Martha as I hid just out of view of the door to the master bedroom.
"Honey, could you come up here?" My slave asked.
"Sure mom." Tiffany said. I grinned. All too easy.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping at the door to the bedroom. "What did you want, mom?"
I held the stone and felt it warm as it did it's thing. As soon as the warmth faded, I stepped into full view and looked at my newest slave. She looked alot like a younger version of her mother, though her hair was down to the middle of her back and she seemed a bit more endowed in the chest than Martha. I also noticed that, while Martha had brown eyes, Tiffany had blue. Probably inherited from her father.
"All right. I want both of you to go about your activities as normal unless I give you an order to do otherwise." I said. "Don't draw unneeded attention to yourselves."
"Yes master." Tiffany and Martha responed.
"Good. Also, if either of you see anything unusual, I want you to report it to me immediately. I'm looking for a stone that looks like this one, but of another color." I said, pulling my stone out of my pocket. If you notice anyone acting odd, tell me."
I then looked at my stone and noticed that it was glowing slightly, even though it wasn't in use at the moment. I had never seen it do that before. "What in the world?" I asked. "Perhaps...this means that the stone is close?" I began to get excited.
"Tiffany, go meet your friends at the mall like you planned." I said. "Martha, you're coming with me." I said, leaving the bedroom. "With any luck, that stone will be mine by the end of the day."
