Chronos - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 – Welcome Home

The meeting ended shortly afterwards, with none of them able to come up with ways to draw me out. I did, however, suggest a couple message boards I frequented in my public persona related to magic and such things. I also had profiles on those sites for myself as Chronos, just in case I ever felt the need to make declarations. Those accounts were mostly lurkers, and, thanks, to the VPN I used, were listed as logging in from Beijing.

I was not terribly knowledgeable about computers, actually. In fact, my skills in the field could be called amateurish, at best. But slowing down time allowed me to take things slow, and there were guides on the web to show you how to access the dark web, and the dark web had guides to hide your trail from government types. I was following other people’s instructions, rather than relying on my own skills, but it was enough to set up my connections to run from the US, to China, over to Japan, back to China, and then to the web. That caused a bit of lag, but that was fine for just checking mail.

More importantly, anyone who wanted to track ‘Chronos’ back to his home would have to hack through the cybersecurity of Japan, and take two trips over the Great Firewall of China. And I kept my time logged in short, so they would have to move fast to catch me. Anyone managed that, well, I controlled time, so I could completely empty my flat and move elsewhere between breaths, so I wasn’t worried.

The point was, I gave them a chance to try and reach out to my ‘other me’, if they wanted to. Even though they were still ignorant of my true identity. And everything I told them during the meeting was the complete truth. I’d made sure to do that, just in case one of them had some item or ability that let them detect falsehoods.

Of course, the bigger reason for that was because of one of the curses I was under. The magical community knew about the dangers of Time Magic when used irresponsibly, or without thought to the consequences. So, when my trainers discovered that my power was specialized to time magics, they forced me to submit to a pair of geasas, or curses designed to curb my behavior.

The first was a geas to prevent me from telling lies. It did not force me to answer a question if I did not want to, and I didn’t have to tell the entire truth, but I could not speak outright falsehoods. If I tried, well, the curse caused me pain, and I was not fond of pain.

The second was a geas to not change the past. That didn’t mean I couldn’t go and visit the past, but if I did so, I had to be very careful not to cause any changes to the timeline, or I would suffer a major backlash from the spell, potentially shutting off my magic. Once a moment in time had passed for me, I could not go back and ‘replay’ it, to get the best outcome. The only exception was ‘fixing’ any changes that others had made.

I was actually happy for that second one. It forced me to stop and think about my actions, before I made them. With my power, it would be far too easy to fall into the trap of using time loops to solve my problems. And that kind of carelessness could cause untold devastation. Devastation that I’d probably be asked to clean up.

At any rate, in return for my accepting the geasas, I was allowed to train, and my trainers kept my identity a secret, binding themselves to silence so long as I kept up my end of the bargain. So, I was not worried about anyone from my past revealing that I had more power than I let on. So long as I played by the rules, the people who knew my secret would keep that secret.

At the end of the business day, I activated the security wards, to keep out anyone who did not have a special pass from the library, and petrify anyone who tried to force their way through. It was a nonlethal security system, since it could be reversed, and it didn’t risk harming the books, so the library was fine with it, especially after I ensured that the pet cat who stalked the library was added to the white list. Really, it was so nice to have the library officials be so understanding.

The flight to my home was an easy one. My skybike made good time getting to the Zona de Colinas Verdes, which was one of the wealthier suburbs of the city. Many wealthy individuals had their mansions there, including me.

From the outside, my Sanctum Sanctorum looked like your typical mansion, but it housed my personal library, as well as both a laboratory and workshop, so that I could experiment to my heart’s content, when I was in the mood. The magic in the building allowed it to repair itself whenever it was damaged, and I had backup generators and solar power to ensure that, even if the city’s power was cut off, I would still be comfortable. Those little tidbits were kept out of the public eye, of course.

“Welcome back, Master.”

I smiled at Yasmeen, one of my live-in maids. She was just the most recent of the rotating cast, of course. I took young women who were eager to move to America, for various reasons, and promised them good pay and a visa. They worked for me for several years, and then, when their time was up, they would be a naturalized US citizen with a healthy bank account balance, and some useful skills that they could take wherever they wanted.

Of course, the fact that the maids were all young, beautiful women was by design. As was the fact that their uniforms were decidedly sensual, and did not include undergarments. I was a pervert, but I admitted it. And the women never objected.

They couldn’t object, because of the accessory I put on them as part of their uniform. The collar each of them wore encouraged submission to me, instilling a deep desire to do everything I asked of them, but did not actually control them. When their time was up, the whole thing seemed to them like a role they played, as part of their employment. They were just paid to take care of a rich man’s fantasies, honestly.

“Good evening, Yasmeen. Anything to report?”

“No, Master. There have been no messages, and only the usual junk mail. I put it in your study for your review, all the same. Raquel is preparing dinner, and it should be ready in ten minutes.”

I nodded, and reached out to touch her face. “Very good. What is the schedule for this evening?”

Yasmeen’s breath grew quicker as her face flushed. “Ah, Master! Raquel is cooking, and so will attend you in your quarters tonight. I will be waiting on you at the table, and it is Yu-Ni’s first turn serving during dinner.”

“Excellent. And Yu-Ni knows what to do?”

“Yes, Master. I instructed her myself.”

“Excellent. I will change and get ready for dinner, then.”

“Yes, Master.” Yasmeen sighed in pleasure as I released her. The Egyptian beauty was nearing the end of her contract, which was why she was the head maid. She had spent five and a half years in my employ, and would be leaving me at the end of her sixth year. She had completed the coursework for her business degree, and I had actually given thought to offering her a permanent position as my secretary.

Raquel was another beauty from Panama, the best cook out of my three maids. She was in the country on a student visa, and was currently working on a computer science major. She had been here for three years, now, and had three more to go on her contract, but she was completely satisfied with her life, for the moment.

And then, there was Yu-Ni. A lovely girl from South Korea, she had been looking for a way to the United States in hopes of a better future. For the past month, she had shadowed Yasmeen as the most junior of the maids, and had slowly been introduced to her more personal duties as the collar removed her inhibitions. Tonight was the first test, to see if she was willing to submit completely to me.

Ten minutes later, I was dressed in the robe that I wore around the house, when I didn’t need to impress anyone or go out in public, and sitting down at the table in the dining room. Yasmeen was there, holding a bottle of wine that she had picked to go with the meal. A red, to go with the beef-based main course.

I sat at the table with a nod to Yasmeen. She began to pour the wine, while Raquel wheeled out the food from the kitchen. As she uncovered the dish, I felt two hands nervously parting my robe beneath the table, and the brush of heated breath against my skin.

I did not need to look down to know who was doing that. It was Yu-Ni, serving just as she was supposed to. As I cut into the expertly cooked steak, I felt the girl’s lips hesitantly touch the tip of my cock, kissing it. There was a breath, and then she took it in her mouth.

I did not say anything during the meal, but I did nod in appreciation to Yasmeen. The Head Maid beamed in pride as I wordlessly praised her for her training of her junior. Said junior continued her wordless ministrations with growing confidence and skill, tending to me throughout the meal.

Once the meal was done, the girls had free time, until it was time to go to bed, except for occasional requests from me, naturally. This was part of the reason the girls told themselves that they loved working here. They lived in luxury, and there was a gym, pool, and other amenities worthy of a mansion.

I wished to relax, so I went to the pool and put on some music. I did not bother covering myself up as I shed my robe. The glamour surrounding my estate meant that people and cameras had difficulty focusing on my property, and found the neighbors much more interesting. And obviously I didn’t care if my pets saw me naked.

Relaxing by the pool with a bottle of wine and a book, I heard the soft steps of the girls. All three of them were naked, as they always were about the house when not in uniform or training. All three smiled at me, and began spreading out. Yasmeen dove into the pool while Raquel just winked at me, and swung those lovely hips of hers as she stalked towards the hot tub to relax. Yu-Ni, however, knelt by my side, nervously.

I set aside my book and said, “Yes, Yu-Ni?”

“Ah, Master,” she stammered, blushing. “I just was wondering if you were satisfied with my performance tonight?”

I chuckled, and brushed her nipple with my fingers. “Yes, my pet. You were a very good girl. I enjoyed your mouth quite a lot.”

This visibly pleased the girl. The collar had been doing good work on her, it seemed. “Thank you, Master.”

“I think, however, that I would like some more of your attention. I’m sure that you know what to do, yes?”

“Of course, Master,” she nodded. “I am ready.”

And, with that, she rose from her knees, and straddled me. I could see the embarrassment of doing this in front of an audience warring with the arousal that she felt. Slowly, she lowered herself upon me, warm and tight. I reached up to cup her breasts as I smiled at her.

“Good girl.”