“You’re the supermodel that went missing?” I ask Lena, still naked and tied up.

She looks at the headline on my iPad and giggles.

“You think that’s funny?”

She looks up at me, with something witty and sassy to retort I’m sure, but changes her mind. “I told you to tell somebody, maybe a friend or family, before you started the training.”

“It’s none of their business.”

“Yes, I agree, but this, this is different,” I shake my head. “A national panic over nothing! If the FBI raids this place and finds you like you are now, people might get the wrong idea.”

I untie her and hand her the phone I confiscated early in the week.

“Fix it.”

Instead of calling her agent or publicist, however, she takes a selfie, just her face, then posts something on her Instagram account before showing me:

I’m not missing! Just kidnapped and tied up by some crazy cult! ;)

“Very funny.”

Lena starts giggling again.

I sigh. “At least you put in the winking emoji at the end.”

At least I didn’t break her spirit.

A PR stunt to let the public know that Lena’s all right without addressing the rumors at all — sign some autographs, talk to some fans, and go home.

“Stop fidgeting, sweetie, it’s almost over. Look, only one more fan, then we can go home.”

But it’s not any fan, no, she’s a beautiful girl no older than Lena, 23 max I’d guess, probably younger.

“Oh my God, I’m your biggest fan, I’m so glad you’re not kidnapped or anything!”

“Me too,” I agree as I fix Lena with an annoyed stare.

“Oh, thank you. What’s your name?” Lena puts on her best smile.

“Heather.”

“What do you do, Heather?” I ask.

“Nothing, right now. I’m a student at UCLA, but I’ll graduate this semester, and then hopefully I’ll do something.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s your major?”

“Philosophy.”

“Really? I majored in philosophy too! Who’s your favorite philosopher?”

“Hmmm, hard to say, maybe Nietzsche.”

“Oh, you’ve got your hands full there, girl.”

“Tell me about it! The fun thing is trying to reconcile the apparent contradictions, like his disdain for the ascetic ideal in one book but a defense of it in another.”

“Or his apparent nihilism that nothing matters with his defense of certain values.”

“Yeah! That’s particularly troubling!”

I look over at Lena. “She’s the last one. Why don’t you sign and give the rest of these to her? I mean, she’s your #1 fan after all.”

“I am!” Heather agrees.

“Sure, why not?”

I turn back to Heather, “If you’re her #1 fan, you must have her posters all over your bedroom and even . . .” I don’t need to finish because her reddening cheeks tell me what I’m asking.

I beckon to Heather and whisper, “Would you like to taste her?”

I know the answer already if I’m right about her. But it’s polite to ask even if you already know the answer.

Her red cheeks turn even redder, and Lena’s cheeks match her color as she turns to me wide-eyed.

“Are you, um, are you her boyfriend?”

“That’s a good question. Am I your boyfriend, Lena?”

Lena looks at me, then at Heather, whispering, “He’s my Master, not my boyfriend, he owns me.”

Just when I thought her cheeks couldn’t get redder, Heather proves me wrong.

“And, and you’re OK with me, you know, tasting you?”

“Why are you asking her? Her pussy belongs to me, it’s my decision.”

Lena closes her eyes and only nods in agreement.

“In that case, yes, I’d love to,” Heather answers, then in a whisper, “more than anything in the world.”

“I like you, Heather, honest and straightforward, a rare quality these days.” I look at Lena then back at Heather, feeling like a genie granting a wish. I am, in a way, I mean who wouldn’t love to taste their idol, their ultimate fantasy?

I wink at Heather before turning to Lena and whispering, “Come.”

Lena’s last autograph goes a little haywire as she tries to maintain her composure in the midst of overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through her body. I discreetly put a finger into her, feeling her convulsions and gathering her juices.

“Are you OK, sweetie? You look pale.” I’m surprised she managed not to scream or attract too much attention. I bring out the wet finger towards Heather all the while looking at Lena with concern.

Heather sniffs my finger deeply before sucking it clean. She closes her eyes, savoring the taste.

“Well, I think we’re done here, let’s go home, sweetie.”

Lena and I get up to leave, signaling the security to follow.

“Thank you, sir,” Heather says, looking back at us.

“Heather, follow us to the limo.”

“OK.”

Back in the limo, I tell the driver to drive us home before shutting the window between us. Finally, in the privacy of the limo, I can relax, but Lena and Heather are both anxious and excited, not knowing what I have in mind.

What do I have in mind? Why did I bring Heather here?

Well, for one thing, Lena’s pussy. I dip a finger into her again and taste her myself. “She does taste good, doesn’t she?”

“Oh, yes,” Heather agrees.

Lena merely whimpers as I play with her pussy.

“You know, it’s not even the sex, but just the power, the control, the fact that I can do whatever I want with Lena and her pussy, that’s what’s so intoxicating.”

“I can imagine,” Heather says.

“I think it’s the same thrill that some murderers and dictators get, a side of me I’ve always shunned as evil. But viewing power as evil is not new, is not even my idea, we’re probably all socially conditioned to think that to some extent. There’s a whole philosophical tradition — Marxism — that views the world purely in terms of the power dynamic, the struggle between the oppressors and the oppressed, those with power always the evil ones simply because of it, and those without power always the good because they’re the victims, the oppressed, the ones we should protect and rescue.”

“Right.”

“This is nonsense, of course. If the proletariat takes control of the means of production as well as the government, they’re now the ones with power, and therefore, by definition, they’re the evil ones. All you’ve accomplished is to switch the roles, not eliminate the evil. Unless you eliminate power itself. But if no one has any power, then there’s no order, only chaos, because no one controls anything, not businesses, not the government, not the society itself. Pure anarchy.”

“We could go the opposite route and view power as good, like Nietzsche, and the lack of it as pitiful.”

“Yes, Nietzsche does come off that way in some places. If Marx represents the left, Nietzsche probably represents the right, though conservatives would be horrified to identify with him.”

“What do you think?”

“I think the thrill from power is just a primal, animal instinct that’s neither good nor bad just like power, that depends on what you do with it. No one thinks God’s evil if He uses His power benevolently, but, on the other hand, everyone thinks rapists are evil unless you don’t even believe in good and evil, one possible interpretation of Nietzsche.”

Lena squirms impatiently against my fingers, whispering to me, “Please, Master.”

I look at her sympathetically, “No, not from my fingers, sweetie.”

Lena groans in frustration trying to hold off her orgasm.

“But I will let you come from Heather’s mouth, would you like that?”

She nods vigorously as if it’s a no-brainer. Is she just desperate or does she genuinely want physical intimacy with Heather? Either way, I knew the answer before I asked the question.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I ask Heather.

She looks at me like a kid at Christmas, not quite believing she’s that lucky.

“It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To suck her pussy?”

She quickly decides that my offer is serious, that it may not last, and dives into the opportunity. Hiking up Lena’s skirt to fully expose her pussy, and licking my fingers that are now holding her pussy open. I enjoy her licks for a bit before removing them and sitting back to watch the show with a drink in hand. I’ve seen Lena with only Julie and I’ve never seen Heather, a stranger whose beauty rivals Lena’s.

Lena’s frustrations are over, coming on Heather’s tongue again and again, and Heather’s happy to receive whatever Lena has to offer, licking her with passion and expertise.

After coming countless times, Lena sits up and they undress each other in a hurry, now getting to know each other fully naked. It’s Heather’s turn to moan and scream with Lena’s face between her legs.

I lose all sense of time just watching them explore each other, kissing, licking, giggling, and whispering things they don’t want me to hear. I suddenly realize that the limo hasn’t been moving for a while, that we’re already home, but the driver will wait as long as necessary.

Sadly, it’s time to say goodbye, and they seem to realize that too. Heather disentangles herself from Lena and kneels before me, caressing my legs. “How can I repay you, sir?”

Her eyes eyeing me seductively, and I know what she’s getting at.

“It’s not necessary. You don’t owe me anything.”

“But I want to,” she says, caressing my erect cock through my shorts. She gently tugs at it and I lift my hips a little to let her undress me.

“Oh my God!” she exclaims as she holds my cock in one hand while caressing my balls with the other.

Lena kneels next to her, giggling, “I told you.”

Heather licks the tip of my cock before going down the length, then looks up at me. “I want to be owned by you, sir, just like Lena. I will do anything for you, anything for your cock.”

Heather sucks my cock reverently while Lena watches next to her. It doesn’t take long before she collapses with an orgasm only I could see coming because it happens with every girl. Lena happily takes over until she, too, collapses from overwhelming pleasure.

Maybe my cock does have the power of the infinity stones.