My day started like any other, curled up under the most expensive and comfortable blankets money can buy. Awoken by my alarm clock before sunrise, the lights gradually turn on by themselves, letting me know it was time to get up and start my day.

When I get up I always leave my room as it is. There are more important matters to attend to first thing in the morning than my bed. Instead I take a good look in the mirror, and there she is.

Candace Saint Clair doesn’t exist, not legally. According to my birth certificate I share a name with my father- Cardinal Russo- as we always have. I’m not like other girls. I’m not like anyone. Not even my mother.

I still miss her to this day. Charlotte Saint Clair, the woman who raised me. She passed away when I was young, but I always could feel her with me ever since I was born. Mom was quite possibly the kindest, most intelligent woman in the world. She taught me everything I needed to know all by herself, homeschooling me until the day she was gone. All that I learned I learned from her.

As a kid I wasn’t exactly the most social person on the planet. Sure, I was smart, but I was also sheltered. Back then I had no friends. The only people there for me were those paid to be.

Leah was the only exception. See, I think I was still too young to truly appreciate everything my birth mother was to me. But from the day she stepped into my life, Leah was as much my mom as anyone could be. Her loyalty to me was what did her in. She was always right there for me, even when nobody else would do the same. And I can’t help but blame myself for that. I poisoned her with my choices.

I left my sunglasses on the vanity and went out in my underwear. Thanks to my condition I was extremely sensitive to the sun. That’s why I got up before the sun rose each day, heading to the garage to work out for an hour before my skin had a chance to burn. By the time I returned the light was shining over the horizon, forcing me to squint carefully in order to avoid hurting my eyes.

This was about when I usually woke her. You know who I mean, I don’t need to say her name. The door to her room was right there by the foyer. I knocked a couple times when I got back inside and listened for her for a second or two before opening her door. As expected, she was up on her own and the shower was running. No need to tell her what to do. When she was ready she’d be out without an issue, so I left her to it and made sure to unlock the door for her. To this day I still lock her up when I’m not around.

Showering in the master bathroom was truthfully not the most pleasant thing in the world. The chamber itself could fit a whole family at once, but when you hadn’t anyone to share it with, the space went horribly unused. I thought about what it would be like letting someone else wash me again. My mother, my brother, and I all used to bathe together in something just like this when we were little. Our sister was already too old for that by the time I was born. But she always got up to something in there. We just pretended not to notice.

For a split second I thought I saw someone else. I knew in the right hands it wouldn’t be so terrifying, but last time I bathed beside anyone went badly for everyone involved. Thankfully it was just the steam; the way it formed on the glass made it look more like a shadow.

Of course if anyone was here with me it would have been you know who. I wouldn’t put it past her to kill me in the shower, it wouldn’t be the first time she tried to stab me to death. But she wasn’t. From the slight change in water pressure I could tell that another shower was just turning off. If I had to guess, she should have been spending way too long taking care of her hair right about now.

Shivering, I slunk back against the wall and let the water start pooling around me to soak. I was in no rush. There was nothing out there waiting for me. No one save for maybe her.

Candace and Chloe. Both names came from the bible. I chose them myself, but I like to think they came to me from above.

My deepest shame is that I couldn’t remember the day we first met. Absurd considering everything that’s happened since, for that to be what bothers me the most. Truth be told, I don’t regret what I’ve done to her.

I prayed that she didn’t walk in on me, or else she’d catch me in the act. For someone with a girl like her by my side I spent way more time masturbating than I should. But most of the time I’d rather pleasure myself than let her do it for me. She didn’t need to be there, she could help from afar.

Disgusted with myself, I washed my body clean and finished up. Getting dressed, drying my hair, and doing my makeup- all of it a boring and monotonous process. With so many dresses to pick from it often felt like none of them really stood out. I wondered how many of them I only wore once or twice before throwing out. I put on a nice floral dress. Maybe it was the need to hide my tucked cock beneath something feminine, but I was feeling pink today.

Back in my room, I sat down and started flipping through channels on the television. I had every streaming service on the market, and every available cable network, and it still felt like there was nothing on. Sure enough, just as I found something I finally thought did look interesting, there was a knock at my bedroom door.

I sat up straight and lowered my feet from the table in front of me, clearing my throat before answering. “Enter.”

Chloe stepped inside with a tray at the ready. She was frowning, but her lipstick helped conceal it slightly. Nodding her head so as not to drop anything she stopped before the table as if to place the food in front of me. “Breakfast, Ma’am? I tried my hand at eggs benedict.” She said, “There’s tea ready, of course, but I thought it’d go best with orange juice.”

Gesturing for her to go ahead and set it down, I tapped the glass with a finger. “Make that a mimosa for me.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Anything else I can get for you?”

“My hairbrush. I want you to do my hair while I eat.”

“Be right back with that then.” She said as she picked up my drink. “Let me know how everything tastes.”

I dug into the food with haste. My excitement was quick to die away, however. I wanted to applaud her for trying, but the muffin was dry and the eggs were overcooked. Chloe was in many ways a clever girl, yet when it came to cooking she was an idiot. If this was what I paid for with my sacrifices it frankly wasn’t worth it.

She returned first placing the drink in my hand before proceeding to retrieve the hairbrush from my vanity. Chloe knelt behind me as I continued to eat. “Apologies. My foster mother never taught me how to cook.”

The mimosa helped me wash down every bite of food. “She didn’t teach you? Or you didn’t listen?”

“I didn’t listen.” She said.

“It’s unremarkable, but it tastes fine. You’d get better over time if you considered putting serious effort into learning how. Should you want, I could find you an instructor?” I offered. Importantly, I didn’t mention who I had in mind for such a thing, of which the woman who raised her topped the fucking list. Maybe abducting Colleen just to spite her would get her to listen this time.

Chloe ran the brush through my hair very slowly. She was likely worried about pulling too hard and tearing any out, or how upset I would be if she ended up hurting me.

“Go on, don’t be scared. Get the ends before I mat.” I told her between sips of my morning wine. “I want you to kiss my hair as you brush me.”

I glanced in the vanity mirror just to see Chloe’s face, blushing about it. She proceeded as instructed. Every time she finished pulling the brush through my locks she would stop and take them in her hands, placing a kiss on the ends before she went on.

This was what became of my greatest rival, this Chloe of mine. Sophia Cavalier was finally mine. That woman was someone I had my eye on for quite some time.

If only she knew that. She had absolutely no idea what was going through my mind back then. It was her. It was always her. A woman of such great conviction, how bold it was for her to pursue someone of my like.

All I ever wanted was to be seen. I didn’t have kids my age to play with when I was growing up. As a child, I had no one. The best friend I could find was my computer. Or rather, the people in my computer.

The people I played games with, they were my only friends. While she wanted to be like me, I wanted to be like her. I wanted to be free.

Being the child of such a powerful man and such a genius woman was never easy. From the day I was born, I was protected and cherished. Better than them. Better than them all. That’s what I was raised to be. I had to be the best. Anything less meant that I was brought into this world for nothing. A waste of my family’s time.

I was supposed to be the best, but I wasn’t. She was the best. Stubborn as an ass. Sophia Cavalier was an ass, through and through. And she became that way because of me. My rival. My enemy.

Chloe wouldn’t be who she is without me. I couldn’t let myself regret what I’ve done. Not if it meant saving her. My father would never let me be with her. Not Sophia Cavalier. If only to save her, I had to make her mine. A dutiful handmaiden would emerge from my slave, I was certain. But a toll was being exacted in the process. Sophia Cavalier was changing.

What I feared the most wasn’t watching her walk away, but that the woman I knew her to be would become unrecognizable as I was forced to watch her become someone else.

I used to read her like a book. But with each passing day she recognizes herself less and less, and so too does my insight into her thoughts wane.

This was me looking at a woman who no longer knew who she was. And I had only myself to blame.

“If I was allowed to date you, I would have.” My drink was empty now. The fog of my thought clouded the glass. “After everything that happened, I can’t believe you’re still here.”

Chloe kept on. I could see she got a chuckle out of my comments. “Only if you say so, Ma’am.” My servant pulled the brush through my hair with one last big stroke, taking out a knot for me as she spoke. Chloe set the brush down and lifted my locks, giving them a gentle kiss to make it all better.

“What are you thinking?” I asked that blushing face, and that blushing face responded.

“I think that I’m gay.”

My hair slipped from her fingertips as I flipped them away. I turned to her. “I think I am too.” I responded, grabbing my uneaten food and giggling as I began smearing it against her face. “Now hold still and let me feed you.”

Chloe ate it all up regardless of the mess. No doubt she assumed it was the only breakfast she’d be getting today, especially after that lackluster showing. I picked up my hairbrush and looked it over. She even cleaned it free of any hairs. Good girl. Her eyes went wide as I spun it in my hand.

“I don’t have any inclination towards hurting you, Chloe. Humiliating you, on the other hand, is firmly within my nature.”

Tucking the handle in her cleavage, I clapped my hands for her to return the brush to my vanity. I had no further need for it- nor for her here.

“Lighten up, you. There’s no one here to see us but me.” I said. “Be a good girl and I won’t have to humiliate you in front of anyone else.”

In an embarrassed huff, Chloe shot up, bowed her goodbyes, and left to go do the dishes or whatever. I admired her on the way out, trying not to smile until she was gone. Maybe she had a point. Maybe I didn’t need my father’s approval.

But to say it was the case, that would have been a lie. Weaning myself off of him was going to take some time. When you live for someone your entire life, you never learn to live for anything else. I didn’t quite know how to live for myself. I suspected for her it was something similar. Chloe didn’t need to live for herself, she had me to live for. Or so I hoped. I could only have faith that I was able to provide her with that.

Did I make the right choice, mom? I wished and wished for an answer. Was I wrong to choose her?

So many questions left unanswered. But right now the most important thing was figuring out which wine went into making that mimosa. I needed more. Someone had to drink all of this alcohol after all.

Leah Watts left me very little to inherit but what she taught me. And that included her drinking habits.

You never know what you have until it’s gone.

My usual routine of practicing all day to become the best Stolen Cosmos player in the world brought only strife nowadays. Once upon a time, my dream was sure. It was only a matter of time before I became the greatest. But I would be a champion. More and more however I feared that I was already past my prime. Second place- my moment of most humiliation- would be the closest I ever came. That was my peak.

Like my father’s support, I had taken my skill for granted. Each game I played was worse than the last. With every victory, I fought harder than I ever had before. But the pain of defeat only grew.

After a particularly difficult loss that day, I had enough. Like any sane woman would do when she couldn’t break her losing streak I instead ended up breaking my mouse against the wall. After all, if it didn’t like being thrown, it shouldn’t have thrown so many matches.

I kicked my chair out from under me and slammed my headset onto the desk so that no one heard me scream. “%#&@$!” I swore. “I’ll kick your &^@$#@ *&#%$! You &%$*&%@# little %$*&-#$&^@*!”

Trust me, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

Making do with a backup for now, I sat back down and looked online for a replacement cursor. Something I could actually use to play the damn game which wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass. Eventually though I got a knock on the door to check up on me.

I groaned impatiently. “What do you want, Chloe?”

“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay, Ma’am. I heard some… Things…”

My left eye twitched. “Come in so I can say them to your face.”

“What’s that, Mistress?” She asked as she opened the door.

“For fuck sake, woman.” I said coldly. “Get in here, now.”

Chloe closed and leaned against the door as she entered. She was anxious to step inside to whatever little scene was going on in here. I managed to guide her eyes to the floor, pointing out the bits and pieces of what used to be my mouse. She knew what to do from there. She took a small hand broom, a dustpan, and a trash bin and started cleaning it up without having to be told. But she kept glancing back at me. She looks for approval wherever she can find it, and usually that means from me.

I rolled my chair over to her, watching her work away on her knees. Chloe wanted to make sure she got every little piece there was, because she knew if I found any left over she would be in some serious trouble. I didn’t really care most of the time, I just liked punishing her. I did it for my own fun more than anything- but it had the side effect of making her quite good at her job- so I would have to find my enjoyment elsewhere.

With my foot, I flipped her skirt up from behind. She always hated that. Chloe- the tomboy- didn’t like dresses. The only time she ever wore them was when I made her. If I didn’t force them on her, I would never see her in them.

Chloe batted my foot away and tugged her skirt back down. She turned to me with an unamused look, holding her uniform in place, pouting.

“You’re going to get me in trouble.” Chloe said. And she knew what she was saying. The only person she had to obey was me.

“How about you lift your skirt for me, then?” I teased. Sliding my foot under her skirt again was met with more resistance. She knew what she was doing, and it was only making me more eager to fight. “Let go or I will throw you into the wall next.”

Chloe could usually get away with some resistance, but what was a girl like her to do but obey her master when commanded? A bit of resistance was harmless, disobeying a direct order was not.

She let go of her skirt for me to lift it. By now she knew there were far worse things I could do to embarrass her than play with her dress. Even Chloe would rather submit than face the threat of punishment.

I used to be the same way.

That’s right. Father wasn’t around to tell me how or how not to behave. He never would have allowed his daughter to fall for such a person as Sophia Madeline Cavalier, the little lowborn at my feet. No matter how tall a mountain she climbed, it wouldn’t be good enough for him. But that was no longer any of his business.

My woman was already wet between the legs. Want burned inside of me. If I could have her, I would.

“You should lift my skirt as well. It’s only fair.” Chloe heard me and turned my way, a smile crossing her face. She lifted the hem of my floral dress to reveal my fittingly pink underwear.

I throbbed as she revealed my most delicate parts. It fit firmly within her hand for a few moments until she had stroked it, stiffening further and further until she could no longer contain me. A lustful light glowed inside of her. She bit her bottom lip, looking up at me with her dancing hazel eyes. I took my skirt from her grasp and put a hand in her hair. Holding her steady, the head of my sex rubbed against her lips. Chloe kissed a couple times, releasing my fully erect cock into her mouth and slowly let me in.

Nothing in life felt quite as nice as she did. Whether it was her mouth, her sex, or her anus, being inside of her was magic. I was the master of her, but maybe I had to to feel lucky that it was me that she was a slave to, and no one else.

Even if Chloe was the only good thing I had left, she was worth it to me.

After a bit of teasing, her mouth opened up to me. She began to move hard and fast between my legs, putting herself down on me. Feeling her throat around me, I realized how soon it would be over and decided she was going too fast. Wanting to savor her so badly, I pulled her by the hair not off my length but up it.

Gasping quietly, I told her what was what. “The slave will put her hands behind her back and let me use her how I please. Like that, grab your elbows, lock them in place. Good. More slowly now…”

She murmured through stuffed lips as I started her down again. Not so much of a brat now, under my full control, a far fewer woman. Chloe became reactive. When she controlled her own pace, she was a confident girl, but no longer. We went at my pace. Her eyes, like her crotch, were now wet, misted with fear. I loved her fierce competitive attitude, but also moments like this. Times where we both taught her together, through our combined passion, that she was a slave.

“That’s it. Good girl. Good little slave girl…” I said, gritting my teeth with joy. Chloe was watching me with a flickering, nervous glow. That wouldn’t do as I went on, I draped my skirt over her head, hiding her with my pride. “Like this. You’re doing great…”

I had no trouble finishing with her helping me between the legs. Simple, difficulty-free pleasure. Chloe’s head bobbed out from beneath my dress’ rosy hem. She reached and grabbed the trash bin’s rim, but then when looking back, let me watch her swallow. The pink nail of my thumb playfully parted her lips, opening her mouth the rest of the way just to check she had done exactly that and swallowed it all.

But it wouldn’t be a typical day for us unless something went wrong.

Chloe’s mouth closed as my finger tried slipping from her mouth, leaving me with a small bite mark. Those were nothing new from my bratty punk princess, but Chloe held the trash bin in both arms and clung to it until I had kicked it away. Wherein sat the pieces of my mouse, shattered.

“Now now. Come here my silly little toy. Come to me.” I brought her into my lap. My slave wanted to fight me, but didn’t. There I held her, saying. “This precious thing is crying for some reason. What’s that all about?”

Tears rolled from her eyes across a hideous blush, that glowing pink never leaving her poor face. I wasn’t so sure what to do at first. Chloe wasn’t usually prone to sudden bouts of sobs. What if anything could have been different?

She was cold in my arms, turning into an ice sculpture. I needed to do something. What would my father have done? If it was my mother, what would he have said to her?

“Chloe was such a good girl, her master doesn’t see why she would break down all of a sudden. Does she not realize how well she did?” I whispered softly. They sounded so silly in my voice, but I could just imagine them coming from dad so easily. “Maybe she needs to be told how amazing she was. After all, my girl is just a doll, she’s slave brained, how else could she know how happy I am with her. It’s not her fault she doesn’t realize that.”

Shaky limb wrapped around me, clinging in return. And with a smile she couldn’t see I embraced her even closer. A hand on the back of her neck. An arm there to hold her.

“My property let herself be handled perfectly, just like the pretty little object she is. That’s why you’re my most prized possession.” I said strongly. “Master is proud of you, Chloe.”

Her red head buried itself in the gap between shoulder and neck, firmly against my body. A thumb lightly grazed her earlobe. I wanted to rub it.

After a moment the silence had to be broken. “Glad I’m not the only one having a rough day.” I joked. She gave no reaction. “I don’t say that enough. That I think you did a good job. Or that I’m proud of you. But I am.”

Her grip strength increased around my torso. Sounds indicative of her continued crying went on, and so too did my attempts to quell them.

“I mean it, Chloe, I want to do good by you. You beautiful little… brat bastard…” I chuckled slightly, and I was glad to hear that so did she. “Tell me what’s wrong and maybe I can help.” Despite her sobs slowly dying down, Chloe’s body wouldn’t budge. “Or maybe we could just sit here…”

My chair rolled and swiveled beneath me. I watched the changing lights on my monitor as everything went idle. I firmly held my pet. Knowing her, she’d try to pounce the door and run off if I was too gentle, so I was sure she couldn’t get away from me. When Chloe finally sat up in my lap it was because I made her. But I could see a little bit of a smile on her face.

I happily kissed Chloe’s lips. “Feeling any better?”

“Yeah,” she said, “Thanks.”