Paul's sister had always had a friend that Paul crushed on.
Natalie had been best friend with Sherry since middle school. She had beautiful black hair, and was just the right kind of curvy.
Paul listened to his obedient sister ask how she could serve him, and his mind gave in to the madness.
"Call Natalie and invite her over." Paul said, only half realizing what what he had just said would mean.
"Yes Master." Sherry said, standing pants-less in her hose, picking up her cellphone.
It rang for a moment and Sherry said, in a completely natural voice, "Hey, Natty, wanna come over? I need some girl talk time. I'll explain when you get here! Yeah! Love ya too!"
Sherry ended the call and returned to her enslaved voice. "I have done as you command. She will join me then in serving you, master?"
Sherry smiled at the idea.
"...yes." Paul said sheepishly, the power proving too much for him to forgo. He didn't understand the full effect of the Orb being used by someone other than it's inventor quite yet. He would find out soon though.
After about thirty minutes, there was a knock at the door. Sherry slid her jeans back on and walked smiling to the door to welcome her best friend to her doom.
Paul glanced at the orb as he picked it up, his sister's was trapped image was crying out still, and the orb began to glow again, sensing it was about to be used. His sister's image spun screaming silently, until it morphed becoming a pair of opaque white nylons, loose and tumbling in the orb.
His heart sank, realizing his sister's will has just become the nylons he intended to enslave Natalie with. More thoughts of Natalie standing smiling and obedient asking him "what is your command?" while in the white nylons appeared in his head. It was such a pleasurable thought...
As the door opened, Paul...
