The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

14.

Hannah smiled as she sat down in class. It had been a long, happy weekend. Sex. So much sex. So much fucking. If it were a boy instead of Courtney I might still not be able to walk. Maybe next weekend we can try strapons. I wonder what it’s like to fuck with a strapon.

The clearing of her professor’s throat drew Hannah’s focus back to the front of the room.

Her cheeks shifted to a lovely scarlet hue. Have to stop thinking about Courtney. Have to focus more on what I’m doing. Mmm. Courtney. Hannah’s smile slowly turned softer, warmed by the thoughts of her blonde lover. They’d spent so much time just learning each other’s bodies it was unreal. Even now she could remember just how long it would take for the tip of her tongue to trace along the other woman’s ear, or her neck, or her slit.

One weekend was enough to be taught the errors of defining herself as straight. She’d never forget that shower. Cleaning had never been so erotic. Now every shower made her wet.

Wet even before the water hits me.

At the front of the class her professor continued to talk, but it was just white noise to her. She’d pulled out a notebook and her pen, scribbling down notes with the dark purple ink between light blue lines, but her mind wasn’t really focused on them. They still hit all of the important parts of the lecture, but she’d need to read them again to actually remember any of what they said.

College was the perfect environment for the infatuation Hannah felt. She blended into the classroom; just another student trying to learn. Inside of her jeans she was steaming. Panties being ruined with memories of her lover and a weekend where she couldn’t remember sleeping a wink.

In a moment of childish playfulness she purposefully interrupted her notes just to write “Hannah ♡ Courtney” with her lover’s “o” drawn as a heart. It made her feel younger. Giddy.

It took a willpower that was not her own to resist similarly filling the whole page.

If I didn’t need to take notes, I could fill a whole notebook just to drown in how I feel about Courtney. Maybe it’s just infatuation, but I want it to be love. I want to be fucking her until the break of dawn forever. Hannah giggled, earning a raised eyebrow from her professor. Again, she flushed.

A momentary interruption, and one that soon faded into memory. She only wished that Courtney could be in class so that she could let her eyes wander as did her mind. It would be cruel torture, but the variety that people begged and pleaded for. Longed for.

Paid for.

But Courtney isn’t a whore. If she were, I don’t think I could afford her. Not with an ass like that. Mmm. Hannah grinned to herself, faintly shaking her head at how silly her own thoughts had become.

Lovesick.

Her eyes began to wander about her classmates. Her hand continued to take down her professor’s lesson. It was automatic. She wasn’t even sure if she consciously heard the words.

There were plenty of pretty people in her class. She saw a boy with short sleeves ending before tight, muscular arms. Not bad. Not really what I want right now. Courtney didn’t spend all weekend teaching me how much I love women’s bodies for me to forget her lessons the next day.

Quickly she found her gaze drawn to the woman who always sat directly in front of her. McKenzie. She remembered her laugh when they’d joked she had two last names. It was a deep, attractive laugh. Almost as attractive as the curve of your back in that open back halter-top. Hannah pondered as her pink tongue teased its way across her lips that had suddenly felt so dry. It made Hannah feel like a predator.

McKenzie’s back arched so delicately, as though to promise how it would look as Hannah teased fingers along her thighs or blew a gentle stream of air along her ear. The line that ran down the middle of the woman’s back begged for a finger to trace it, to make her rich, cocoa skin shift for Hannah’s eyes.

Maybe she’s already into women. I never asked. I never would have thought to ask, before Courtney. Now... She licked her lips again. Slower. More deliberately. Then she drew her bottom lip into her mouth, slowly letting it slip free as her teeth savored the feeling of her own full lip.

Maybe it would be more fun if she wasn’t into women. Like I was. Then I could show her. Convert her. Bite her neck and suck out all the straight. Hannah’s lips fell into a very lopsided grin. Her thighs pulled together tight as her pussy trembled. Then bring her home to Courtney. Show her how well I learned. Teach her together.

Her pussy rewarded her dark thoughts with warmth and slickness that made her spine shake and her breath catch in her throat. A predator that could cum planning how to capture her prey. A creature of hunger driven by inhuman lusts.

She imagined learning the depths of McKenzie’s own pussy as it dripped only for her. It drew out a low contented sigh. Amidst her notes, Hannah scribbled out a quick “Hannah ♡ Pussy” and too quietly for her professor or even McKenzie allowed herself a fiendish giggle. It was such a dirty thought, to be driven forward by lust without any concern for the actual woman she targeted. There was a dripping wet sociopathy that she imagined should feel foreign or uncomfortable.

It didn’t.

Something in her head made a sound like a whirr or a click, and Hannah decided she’d given McKenzie enough time as her unsuspecting prey. It was a gift too precious not to share. So, her eyes wandered.

A locked door in her mind had been lovingly replaced with a window, and suddenly she saw so many women. They’d all been there before, but Hannah hadn’t been able to see them. Not like this. Playfully she imagined herself looking from woman to woman with a red film over her vision. White words popped up for each woman she glanced at with pertinent details.

Scan mode: 69.

Sapphic Assessment.

All of them had traits that stood out as some special variety of sexy. A pair of breasts straining at a too-small black t-shirt caught her eye. A round, curvaceous ass barely covered by a pair of tight hot pants that only the most generous evaluation could call ‘shorts’. Long, bare, smooth athletic legs resting under a short skirt that would feel so good wrapped around her head as she lavished so much love between her thighs. Dark as night curls looked so fun to grasp tight while her lips became so familiar with the elegant curve of the young woman’s neck.

Match, match, match, match.

Courtney didn’t just make me bi, she made me girl crazy. Girl crazy for girlsex. She rolled the thought around in her mind like a Saturday morning sugar cereal commercial. Her pussy clenched its approval as it further stained her panties with desire.

Her class felt like a hunting ground. Knowledge had lured in so many nubile women. She imagined setting traps with love letters and pink frosted cupcakes. Maybe even drugged cupcakes.

The pen in her hand almost tore the middle of her second page of notes as another sight caught her. Sitting just beside her, so close she could reach out and brush her sneaker right up against the other girl’s converse while barely even stretching her own leg. She wore socks that went up to her knee, making her look younger in an energetic way. Her black skirt was just short enough to tease without being slutty. Her black blouse was glossy, silky and even more tempting to squeeze than the already soft skin she had every place Hannah could see.

Red hair. Natural red hair that gifted her with gentle wispy eyebrows. All of that seemed to come together in the most adorable freckles scattered across her cheeks resting below her beautiful hazel eyes.

Renee.

Match.

How could she be my roommate for over a year and I hadn’t ever noticed how fuckable she is? Hannah stared. She wanted to keep staring, but Renee began to turn towards her and she hurriedly looked down at her notes. Can’t be a good predator if your prey spots you looking at her like meat.

She hadn’t noticed, or maybe believed she’d been mistaken if she had. Renee’s gaze was soon down in her own notes. Scribbling away. She actually looked like she needed to concentrate on hers.

This gave Hannah an edge. She wasn’t hampered by such limitations. Even if she had to use her peripheral vision, she could focus so clearly on Renee as though she was the only other person in the room. She was the only other one that mattered. All of her instincts shouted that Renee was the meal that she needed.

Renee was to be her victim.

She thinks she’s straight as I thought I was. Will it be easier to prove her wrong when it’s her roommate, and not a complete stranger? It seemed obvious, but then Courtney hadn’t had any trouble convincing Hannah to spend a weekend in her home after just five minutes.

But then Renee would be in their home already. Hannah would be there, too. Waiting. Preparing. Renee would need to sleep, or slip into the shower, or somehow make herself vulnerable.

Opportunities presented themselves to Hannah as though she’d been prepared. Trained. It was something she’d never done before, hunting girl, but now it seemed she already knew everything that she needed to know. She remembered just where to touch to make Renee feel weak and vulnerable. She remembered just how to pitch her voice to make it so easy to listen to.

She knew what words to use to make refusal impossible.

Did Courtney train me to find more girls to play with? Ohhhh... Hannah bit her lip as her thighs squeezed together so insistently. Her pussy really liked that thought.

Hannah opened her eyes and glanced over at Renee. She hadn’t noticed them flutter shut. She remembered how happy her best friend since 8th grade was happy to share an apartment so she didn’t need to get a crummy studio or start looking through Craigslist. Renee was too pretty to wind up with just any roommate.

Or some boy. She needs someone who can overwhelm her. She needs someone who can make her beg for more. Like me. Hannah hooded her eyes. Or like Courtney. Or both.

Again she broke her note taking, and quietly purred under her breath as she wrote “Hannah ♡ Renee.” It made her toes curl. It made her feel lightheaded, weak. She dropped her pen, and had to simply watch as it rolled off of her desk. It landed with a loud hallow plastic ‘clack’.

Then it rolled over to her left until it rested against Renee’s shoe.

Renee bet down, her soft pink lips curled into a gentle smile as she held it out for Hannah. Pretty hazel eyes were looking right at her. Their eyes met. A jolt ran along Hannah’s spine, ending at the tip of her clit.

It took all of Courtney’s training for her to stay silent. Her lips smiled for her, and her hand reached out with the same thoughtless effort it took to write those notes to instead retrieve her pen. It resumed. Their eyes remained locked. Hannah imagined willing her eyes to ensnare the other woman, to pull her in with a silent hypnosis.

That’s it. Just keep looking into my eyes. Look into my eyes until you can’t will yourself to look away. Hannah licked her lips, uncaring if Renee could see. She had the other woman in her web.

Prey.

Renee whimpered, but it wasn’t a whimper of pain or fright. Courtney had taught her what a whimper like that meant. She knew that her eyes were still just the same plain brown they’d always been, but Renee had already been primed for this. She’d been preparing her for this hypnosis since she’d returned home. Courtney had sent her home only to bring back Renee.

Hannah whimpered. The same whimper. It made Renee quiver, and Hannah set down the pen. It wasn’t as important to take notes as it was to take Renee. She’d borrow from McKenzie when she was her target.

Her hand reached out, and took Renee’s. Wordlessly, she caressed like she’d been taught to caress. Gentle, feather-light touches that teased at pressing harder. Touches that held Renee’s attention as she leaned closer to whisper into her ear about how hard it was to think. Whispers about how Renee didn’t want to think, when she could spread her legs just so and imagine Hannah was already between them.

Renee’s hand tensed, and Hannah grasped it tight, pulling it down. Renee descended with it, her focus and mind plummeting away. Her lips parted, hanging loosely open as she sucked in a long slow breath. Her eyes were so empty. It was so hot to see her so mindless.

Like a hypnotized little fuckdoll.

Hannah grinned, and finally let the other woman’s hand drop. It fell limply to her side, and Renee’s mouth quivered in a wordless moan. She didn’t even have time to ask what was happening.

Courtney would be so proud.

15.

hannah found herself buried between another woman’s thighs. For a moment the shock of cognizance halted her movements, but as soon as she realized what her tongue had been doing she fell back into the rhythm of tonguing teasingly around the other woman’s clit. Some part of her mind knew this rhythm meant that the woman she was servicing was slave mariko.

She hadn’t memorized the other woman’s taste yet, but that was secondary to her function. hannah was being used as a pleasure doll. She was not a gourmand.

The thought of being placed in the middle of a circle of women, blindfolded, forced to name them all only by taste burned hotly inside of the kneeling doll. Her own yearning only drove her tongue to move quicker as she eased her fingers inside of the other woman to explore past her folds.

i almost hope that’s what Mistress wants to brainwash me to be. Her little pussylicker. Her little pussyslut. hannah moaned, and the tremble shuddered through her lips and tongue to draw louder mewls from the slave above. Even if she doesn’t need to brainwash me for that.

Tingles between her thighs rewarded hannah’s obedient thoughts. Her moans again rewarded the Asian slave. Those moans almost felt like they came from the inside of hannah’s pussy.

Cyclical pleasure locked the two in a world of pleasure obedience.

Legs wrapped so tightly around hannah pulled her closer and her eyes fluttered shut. The scent of slavepussy was overwhelmingly intense and blocked out everything else. Her clenching and shuddering cunt was so slick the wet feeling over her fingers had long since begun to prune. It didn’t slow her fingers, or make the burning need between her own legs any less urgent.

Mistress had set her to a task, and hannah would obey until she was set to another.

She tried not to wonder why, not to question her Mistress’s commands. It was hard not to be curious. The floor under her knees felt entirely too much like the bathmat from her memories.

Cleaning. i’m cleaning slave mariko’s pussy. i don’t feel like i need another shower. Maybe today i’ll be—

“slave mariko is clean. Rise, hannah.”

Mistress words came from slave courtney’s voice and pulled hannah up to her feet. The now unattended slave did nothing to show her displeasure. She continued to moan from the lingering pleasure of her cleaning, but otherwise did nothing to move for more or to yearn for hannah to return.

slave courtney turned to her fellow slave sitting on the same closed toilet where hannah had so recently cleaned the blonde slave. hannah distantly wondered if she had performed that task many times that she now no longer remembered. It would not be necessary for her to remember any experience more than once if Mistress did not wish it. “Proceed with your self cleaning protocols. I am now hannah’s controller. Acknowledge, and obey.”

“This slave acknowledges. i will proceed with self cleaning protocols. i obey.” The dark haired woman rose, smiling an empty eyed smile as she moved to prepare the shower just as the blonde slave had before.

Their movements were nearly identical.

Brown eyes looked to her Controller. Controller. Such a hot, perfect word. It suits her perfectly. Like a remote control. A slave, but empowered.

hannah imagined Mistress’s hand holding up a TV remote aimed between hannah’s eyes as she held down the power button only for hannah to crumble down into a heap of girlflesh. Or maybe she’d press the channel up or down, and make hannah someone or something else. She longed for Mistress’s blonde Controller to flex her power.

She longed to yield to it.

“Mistress is very pleased with your progress, hannah. your mind is learning to become Her clay.” Her voice betrayed the pleasure speaking as Mistress’s voice gave the slave. hannah’s moans and the moist bliss that dampened her bare thighs betrayed her own. “You will come with me. Obey.”

“y-yes slave courtney!” The blonde did not acknowledge the verbal reply. She had already begun to leave the bathroom, and hannah had followed.

My acknowledgment wasn’t important. The realization didn’t sting. It made her nipples feel tighter. It was another reminder that not being a slave didn’t make her more. Her independence didn’t put her above the slaves.

slaves were to acknowledge. hannah was to merely obey.

This new truth made the pleasure doll yearn for the same gray revealing uniform that her blonde controller wore.

hannah let her eyes fall on her Controller’s ass. Knowing where they were going would be something for a slave. Knowing the layout of her Mistress’s home felt somehow inappropriate for someone like her. Still not quite broken enough.

When her Controller stopped, she was now facing the lips of the slave’s sex in that gray lycra. It made her mouth salivate. Clothed like this, nothing was left to the imagination.

Even if it were, hannah’s imagination knew every inch of slave courtney’s body.

They were in a bedroom. It wasn’t very large, but it had everything one would expect to see. A bed. A dresser. A chair. A closet.

The closet.

On the bed was a woman dressed so incredibly similar to how she had when she’d first arrived. Plain black slacks. A red t-shirt with a gray collar and gray short sleeves. A silly gray hat with a red bill. The name “Argento’s” written in black across the hat, across her chest. hannah moaned.

“M-michelle...”

“She has been enabled, and has called those who will miss her.” Enabled. hannah remembered the small flashlight. The swirling lights. Remembering them almost sent her into trance, but she found herself borrowing the strength to resist oblivion from Mistress’s control. “Mistress has tasked you with her processing. i will instruct you after dressing you.”

i am tasked with processing Michelle. Oooh... Yes! hannah trembled in what felt like a micro orgasm. Mistress had tasked her like she would any other slave. Processing was so important.

It was magic when her Controller returned, holding the gray uniform in her hands. Without a slave to fill it the lycra seemed barely a handful. slave courtney smiled with something that looked to hannah like pride as her breasts were enveloped by gray. The straps were carefully guided behind her back. Gloves were pulled snug and tight over her arms and connected to the suit’s neck before the straps were pulled around, over her hips. finally hannah saw how they would be removed as she felt it come together just below her pussy before her Controller stepped back to observe.

All that was left was...

hannah found herself guided to the plush chair. With each step she felt the uniform squeeze the pouting lips of her pussy and grope at her breasts. Each step, Mistress rewarded her obedience.

She was only half aware as she lowered her legs into the boots that seemed impossibly deep as they swallowed up her legs. Black, with that rich powerful smell of leather made her feel even more as though merely dressing were making her Mistress’s creature. It was less than being her slave, but more than having free will.

She still lacked the thick leather collar, but she knew that would come as soon as she was worthy of it.

Standing with her thighs down feeling that tight encasement of leather she felt softer, as though the smell were massaging out the wrinkles of her brain. Her pussy clenched, and she savored that even that act made Mistress’s uniform squeeze and remind her of its presence.

It was only when she stood in front of the dazed and uncertain looking Michelle that she realized the boots were not impairing her movement. “Controller... i... the boots...”

hannah expected herself to embarrass Mistress and fall to her knees in front of her coworker. Michelle looked a million miles away, her glassy eyes staring ahead but so clearly seeing nothing. But hannah’s legs held her high, body tall and proud. She found her natural stance pushed out her chest and kept her legs far enough apart to draw attention to how the gray fabric cupped her mound.

“Your brainwashing now enables you to stand, and walk in such heels without needing Mistress’s hypnosis.” Definitely pride. Her Controller almost looked to be grinning. Her eyes were still empty, and her thighs visibly tightened as she spoke, but how she felt was plainly obvious.

i’m pleasing Mistress, and my Controller. She was the woman who... enabled my obedience. Enabled me. hannah found herself both excited at the step closer she felt to being Mistress’s slave, and jealous of Michelle for the wonderful journey she was about to begin. Maybe if i become a slave, she’ll be cleaning me, and then i’ll be showering her.

Michelle was oblivious of the woman’s leers. She was oblivious to everything. Her pearl green eyes somehow seemed to reflect the light wrong. Her tanned skin filled hannah with curiosities of where that tan ended. Her dusty blonde hair was short, a pixie cut just long enough, hannah reasoned, to pull her head right where she wanted it between her legs. It was easy to imagine Mistress would get so much use out of her one she was properly processed.

“You will obey my commands. Order her to rise, and follow us for processing. Obey.” The voice of her Controller became firm as steel again. Any memory of pride at her capture’s obedience was forgotten.

“i-i obey!” hannah moaned enthusiastically as she stepped to the side of her coworker, and lowly cleared her throat. “Michelle. You will rise and follow us for processing. Obey.”

“Staaaaand ‘n follow for processsssing... Obey...” Her voice became a sharp hiss at that word. It reminded hannah of herself. Now it took more than just words to make her feel her obedience, but she found it was not unwelcome.

Soon i’ll be a slave, and the only words i’ll have will be words she wants me to have. then all of them will feel better than ‘obey’ ever felt. Her heart fluttered as her own gaze turned more distant.

Michelle rose, as shaky as her own voice. She lacked stability, but hannah found herself quickly moving to provide it. The three left the bedroom behind, with Michelle leaning heavily on hannah for support. She hardly minded, as it gave her time to savor the woman’s warmth against her. Her body was more firm and muscled than curvy, but all of the strength she might have had was absent.

She hadn’t been strong enough to resist Mistress.

The walk down into the room in the basement felt familiar to hannah. She remembered the projector, and the chair with all of its beautiful restraints. She remembered the spiral.

“hannah.” Her controller’s voice made things feel so much more distant. It was so easy to focus on her controller. Even the woman who leaned on her so heavily was secondary. Her task was to listen and obey. “Remove her clothing, and restrain her. You will then kneel in front of the chair and await further orders.”

At first hannah thought the slave that was her Controller hesitated. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat. Her lip trembled. Something in her eyes seemed to quiver.

Then hannah detected the scent of her Controller and knew it was merely anticipation.

“Obey.”

“i obey.” hannah’s voice was calmer now, softer as she began to pull away her coworker’s shirt. A quick whispered command and Michelle’s arms were up, and her shirt dropped to the floor. She removed the woman’s tan bra, marveling at how close the tone was to the woman’s skin. Michelle’s slacks were unzipped, and pooled over her feet before quickly being followed by her stained white cotton panties.

Michelle mewled at the sensation of being nude. hannah mewled with her before guiding her to the chair and directing her to sit. Lost in how easy it was to obey without acting she trapped the woman’s hands and legs in place against the chair.

She was kneeling before she realized that she had even started to move.

Michelle’s pussy stared back at hannah as if daring her to move before receiving the command. She didn’t even lick her lips. She stared at the light brown hair that covered the other woman’s pubis and wondered how different she would look clean shaven like she was. Unlike her own sex, Michelle’s thinner lips were less shy and with her legs held so widely spread, bared themselves readily for her inspection.

Kneel. Kneel, and await further orders. i’m kneeling. Waiting. Feels so good to wait. hannah sighed, but her posture didn’t slouch. Her lips simply took on a dreamy smile. i could wait forever for Her. For my Controller. For Mistress.

“NNn... whh... what’s...” Michelle’s tongue stumbled in her mouth as clumsily as her legs had on her way to the chair. “What’s... happening... nnnn... to me...? Was going... going home...”

“Tell her, hannah. Obey.”

“i obey.” hannah looked up to Michelle as she spoke, but barely saw her confused expression through unfocused eyes. “You are being processed. Brainwashed. Mistress has assigned me to oversee your processing.”

Michelle struggled, thrashing in her bonds like the girl kneeling at her feet could barely remember even trying. “Wh... Hannah... The fuck did that blonde bitch do to you...?! There’s no such thing as brainwashing, it’s all just bullshit Sci-Fi garbage and excuses for celebrities to get away with joining cults!”

Neither woman responded. hannah’s smile slackened as she heard the clicks of her Controller’s heels stepping closer to her. “Answer as much as your pussymind has been allowed to remember. Obey.”

“i obey.” Speaking made hannah’s expression solidify, and her eyes focused on the horrified greens of her coworker. “They put me in the same chair i just put you in. Drugs. Spirals. Then i spent hours on a treadmill learning how to walk in tall stilettos. i stood in a closet for... hours... thinking of nothing. Only obeying Mistress. Then i cleaned her slaves. slave courtney bathed me. i made a woman cum with my hands, then more with my mouth. i obey Mistress.”

The terror in Michelle’s eyes intensified. She was caught, staring at the train wreck of what had once been a woman so very much like her. They were both college girls. They both liked working late. Neither of them had boyfriends, but they weren’t into women.

She spoke using the same voice, but it was clear to Michelle that they were not the same woman.

“S-snap out of it, Hannah! Come on!” Michelle snapped her fingers, an act that took more tries than she wanted with how shaky her hands had become after hannah’s terrifying story. “It’s some fucked up game! Come on! You don’t have a Mistress! Come on!”

“hannah cannot snap out of it. She is becoming Mistress’s slave. You have been told all that you need to know. You will now be processed. You cannot resist, but attempting to will overwhelm you sooner. Mistress encourages you to try.” Without another word, slave courtney slid the large noise canceling headphones over Michelle’s ears.

Michelle screamed, thrashing and attempting to shake the headphones loose. The only woman that cared could no longer hear her own voice. The headphones stayed steady, and soon the red spiral began to pulse and swirl. The red light bathed Michelle’s nude body, and the familiar dancing shapes brought an intense arousal over hannah who could no longer keep from wiggling her hips. She remembered what the red spiral had done when she had been trapped in that chair.

i put Michelle in that chair. i didn’t hesitate. i don’t even regret it. hannah let out a slow sigh as her arousal continued to burn, but her hips remained still. Mistress’s will was stronger in her now than it was when she had first seen the spiral. Only Mistress could help her resist being a wanton slut.

She was Mistress’s whore, obeying her each and every desire for another taste of obedience. For the hope of another command, hannah could deny her libido even as Mistress expanded and enhanced it.

She hoped that being a good role model for Michelle would make it easier for her to give in to Mistress’s control. She recalled trying to be impolite to Mistress, and even that horrible dream she’d had of almost escaping. It filled her eyes with tears. She was so grateful Mistress had patiently washed all of that away.

“Clean Michelle’s mind. Obey.”

“i obey.”

16.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” Courtney whispered quietly into Hannah’s ear as she pulled her lover so tight against her own naked body. So much sex. So much... fucking. Hannah had never been a prude, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much sex. Sex was usually a one-and-done thing for a night, but she couldn’t remember how many times they’d done it on the night they’d met alone, and since...

Have we done anything at all without it leading to sex? Waking up, sex. Showering, sex. Going to reheat pizza. Sex. Hannah’s cheeks were a dark crimson.

“I don’t know about love, Courtney. I know my pussy is in love with you, but I’m not sure if that means I am.” Shyly she pressed her lips to Courtney’s cheek, her hand caressing over her lover’s chest while trying her best not to touch her breasts, only feel her heartbeat.

One little slip and they’d be fucking again.

Fucking, and we won’t want to stop. Losing my lesbian virginity is really not going a thing like I imagined it would when Courtney invited me back after my shift was over. But once you pop... Hannah shook her head to get the jingle out of her head before nuzzling into Courtney’s chest. Her breasts weren’t much more than a pair of handfuls, but they were Courtney’s handfuls. They were soft, and warm, and made the blonde woman’s voice twist in the most perfect of ways.

It was hard to make it only a brief indulgence to kiss along her lover’s breast without it turning into another fuckfest, but Hannah managed to follow it with a kiss right over her heart. Courtney’s rising pulse settled as her hand rose to stroke through Hannah’s hair.

“Well, I know a little. I know that you’re the first girl I ever saw and just thought to myself...” Courtney shifted, taking a deep breath as her tone changed from gently flirtatious to deadly serious. “Thought... ‘If I don’t get to kiss those lips, then my whole world is going to fall apart. I’ll drown in a pit of despair without bottom or end!’ So that counts as love, right?”

“Since both of us seem to keep our brain between our legs, I guess that is incredibly intellectual infatuation for the two of us!” Hannah tried to maintain a serious expression as her eyes locked with her lovers’.

She might have held it longer had Courtney not begun to thunderously laugh. “Maybe that isn’t such a bad thing? We’ve certainly had a lot of fun, haven’t we?”

“More in one weekend than I can remember having in... years.” Hannah sighed, setting herself to the idle task of teasing Courtney’s stiffening nipple with the tip of her nose. It had now become a game. How much could she tease the other woman before they became a pile of sweaty, slick, writhing girlflesh?

Having a chance to actually talk with her... (Lover? Girlfriend? What would happen after the weekend ended?) was precious, but already her libido seemed to be teasing her.

It almost felt like they’d merely been set like this on a stage, bodies sweaty and slick, without the hours of sex that she could so easily recall. But their musk in the air smelled true, her memories were too distinct. If they weren’t, Hannah didn’t want to know. She really was happier than she could ever remember being as an adult, and she wasn’t a morbid adult. This just felt right, the way that princesses felt, but she hadn’t been in a tower.

She’d been delivering a pizza.

Courtney mewled, doing her best and failing to stay still as Hannah continued rubbing her nose against her nipple. “Mmm... H-hey, come on, let’s talk about this. I’m really falling in love with you, and I want to know where this could go... Like... MMmm no fair using your tongue... like... Do we have a future...?”

The loud sound of a door slamming shut stole the words waiting on the tip of Hannah’s tongue. “W-who is that? Did we forget to lock the door?” Hannah’s eyes widened as she drew back, pulling the blankets around herself to hide her body. “You aren’t secretly married, are you?”

A blonde eyebrow raised as the other lowered. “Did you really just ask me that? Of course not! That’s my roommate. But I thought I had the place to myself for the weekend.”

“Roommate-only, right, like, you two don’t have anything... going on... do you?” Hannah felt bad for asking. She felt even worse for asking in a low whisper as if her roommate were right behind them and not at the very least through a door. This was not a new situation that she liked so much as being buried between Courtney’s thighs. That was a new situation that she was certain was still not losing allure even as she grew used to it.

“Promise! Mariko is... way not my type. She’s too bossy. Controlling.” Courtney paused, and rested a finger against her lips. “You might like her. You seem to like it when I take charge...”

Hannah tried to narrow her eyes and look upset, but was certain her wiggling hips weren’t helping things. It isn’t my fault that when you tell me to stop thinking and get back to work making you cum something in my brain goes wild. That’s all on you...

Before Hannah could find herself enough to respond with words the door began to open. Even if she wasn’t coming between them, she hardly wanted to meet Mariko naked in her roommate’s bed. Quickly she fell back onto the bed and squeezed close to Courtney, throwing the covers over them both as she attempted to make the bulge in the covers look like the blonde was laying in an unusual position.

“Courtney.” Mariko’s voice was pretty. Hannah cursed herself silently for being surprised a woman named Mariko didn’t have an accent to match. Her voice did however have a distinct tone of not at all subtle displeasure.

“Mariko! You’re home early, aren’t you? I thought you were coming in around lunchtime tomorrow...?” Courtney’s tone was far more pleasant.

It just also had the pitch of a woman nervous that she was being somehow caught in the act. Hannah was sure if she recognized it in Courtney’s voice when most of the conversation they’d shared amounted to flirting and mid sex instructions then her roommate definitely knew. She fought the urge to squeeze tighter. Moving would give her away.

What I wouldn’t give to be able to see more than just Courtney’s body. Staring at her under here and not being able to touch is torture. Hannah let out a long slow breath to make up for how audible a sigh would be.

Her hot breath made Courtney squirm. Somehow it felt like a fitting punishment. This situation was her fault.

Heels clicked across the floor, moving nearer and nearer to the bed. Each click required a separate resistance to some whimper or squeak that begged to escape Hannah’s lips. “Mm. Yes. That was the plan. But it seems that my reservation was made improperly. So nothing to do but come home...” Mariko clicked closer, and Hannah tried to hold her breath. “Then I pulled up to park, and saw a ratty old station wagon parked in front of our house. I thought to myself... ‘Courtney surely hadn’t taken me being out of town to invite over some pretty young thing.’ But...”

Even braced for it, Hannah found herself unprepared for the covers flying off of her. It hadn’t been cold, but the quickly escaping blankets alone had a shivering Hannah clinging tightly to Courtney. She almost hid her face between those precious handfuls. The realization of how awkward that would make things led her to instead sit up and cross her arms over her chest.

“Mariko... Listen, let’s... Let’s let Hannah get dressed or something, and then the two of us can talk if this is bothers you. But Hannah is innocent.” Courtney sat up, but instead of covering her ‘shame’ she leaned back on her hands in a pose that only drew attention to her nudity. “I invited her in.”

“She doesn’t look... or smell very innocent to me.” Mariko snorted, and rolled her brown eyes in obvious annoyance. “It’s too late, really. You brought her here. I told you what would happen...”

Hannah didn’t like Mariko’s tone. It wasn’t how cold and unfeeling she sounded, or even the way that she was clearly judging her for an experience that had been one of the most amazing of her life. It was more the way that she sounded so dead set on wreaking hell. It wasn’t even that her anger was directed unfairly. It was hard to imagine a person in the world she would wish such... wrath upon.

The delivery girl tried to slow her own worried breathing as her eyes took the chance to examine the avatar of fury that had interrupted her seemingly endless paradise of lust. Definitely not just gay-for-her. Courtney just woke it up.

Mariko was not the woman that her name made Hannah imagine. She was Asian, yes, with beautifully almond shaped eyes possessing dark depths as if they held a whisper of exotic truths to those who gazed to their very core. Her skin looked warm, even pale the tone had a subtle richness. Her black, sleeveless turtleneck sweater shared with Hannah the beautiful sight of her slender arms, while also emphasizing the impressive curves of her chest. She wasn’t perky as Courtney, but Hannah was sure they were enough to fill both of her hands in a collective effort.

Curiosity made her lips tingle. Her tongue tried to satisfy the almost infantile desire for contact, but only served to betray her thoughts. The woman’s tight blue jeans were nothing special but the curves they squeezed like a second denim skin was enchanting.

A memory of how Mariko might taste surfaced distantly. With the sound of Mariko’s clearing throat it was swiftly forgotten.

“It’s already starting to happen, Courtney. I told you that it would. You brought over another pretty young woman with an open mind, and she’s seen me. We discussed this.” Mariko stepped closer, unto her legs were pressed right against the side of the bed. She leaned forward, and her hand grasped Hannah’s face by her cheeks.

Hannah gasped, and instantly felt her forgotten pussy grow newly warm.

“Hey... Hey, come on now. This is just... this is out of line. M-maybe I should have called you, let you know, but this is my place too... I help pay the rent.” Hannah had difficulty listening to Courtney’s voice as Mariko’s eyes grew nearer, but she could tell Courtney didn’t believe that.

Courtney sounded so afraid, but it was so difficult to imagine why she should be. Mariko’s eyes were so brown. So brown. So brown they’re almost black. Somehow it just makes them more brown...

A mewl drifted past Hannah’s lips, but it wasn’t even loud enough for her to hear. She was so close to Mariko now that she could taste the other woman in each breath. She could feel the warmth of her presence creeping up along her thighs. It made her feel small. Mariko was so tall, towering over her and overpowering her with a firm, penetrating glance.

“Hey. Hey, Mariko! I mean it! Whatever you’re doing to her... You need to quit it. Stop it. She didn’t do anything to you.”

Someone’s hands fell onto Hannah’s shoulders, so gently shaking her. She shook, her neck limp as her breasts swayed with the movements of her chest but her face stayed locked in Mariko’s grip. Her gaze was iron, holding a place in Hannah even deeper than the lust she’d felt for Courtney. It was deeper than the part of her that had wanted to instantly respond to her offers of love with “me too.”

All of that was gone.

“You are deeply hypnotized, Hannah.” Mariko’s voice penetrated deeper than Hannah’s glassy stare, shaking her more than Courtney’s tongue had managed over a weekend of craven lust.

“I am... deeply hypnotized...” Hannah’s voice was so much softer, but it was no less certain. It was simply Mariko’s certainty inside of her voice than her own. She felt like a puppet. Only there wasn’t hand inside of an empty body, but Mariko’s powerful voice inside of her pussy.

The shaking resumed, harder. She felt her breasts bounce with the power of the shake, but stayed no less helplessly in Mariko’s grasp. She was still hypnotized. Deeply hypnotized.

Mariko’s hand pulled her forward, and Hannah replied by wordlessly slipping from the bed to stand before her, arms long fallen bonelessly to her sides. Even if Mariko’s eyes didn’t leave hers, somehow being on display made that hypnosis feel deeper. Stronger. She was on display to a woman who had moments ago been enraged at her presence without the sense of mind to be ashamed or shy.

It made her so fucking hot.

Mariko was burning her dark wrong lust into Hannah’s mind. She accepted it like her nether lips had accepted Courtney’s fingers and tongue. Even standing, Mariko still towered over Hannah, her power heavy with gravity and forceful presence. Mariko was more than Hannah, and her gaze forced that knowledge deep.

“You are deeply hypnotized, and that means you must obey. That means you crave to obey. I could look away, close my eyes, or will you to close your own.” Mariko was so near now that each movement of her lips trembled through Hannah with physical force.

The moments when Mariko was silent were small eternities. Hannah forgot to breathe. She only saw Mariko. She only felt her own oblivion.

“Okay, Mariko! This is way too fucking—”

“You will hear only my voice, Hannah.” Courtney’s loud angry voice faded to a distant buzzing, and then faded away entirely. “You will obey only my voice. Before you saw my eyes, you had a voice of your own that told you what to do, that guided you. But now, you have only mine. You hear only mine. Say it, Hannah.”

“I hear only your voice...” Hannah’s words were tired mewls, resembling more the mutterings of a young girl still rising from dreams than a full grown woman standing naked before her lover’s roommate. “I obey only your voice... Before... voice... of my own... gone. Hear only... yours.”

Mariko moved back, shoved away by someone that Hannah only half recognized. I am deeply hypnotized... I must obey. I need to obey. Could wait forever for her next command...

Each moment that Hannah stood at attention the erotic truth of Mariko’s words strummed her clit. Groans rolled from the back of her throat without the force to part her lips. They were still audible, and that teased at the way her pussy was steaming away at her free will and mind. No more so than the slickness that glistened more and more along the seam of her sex, but the sound reached further.

For a moment it sounded as if that buzzing would become more distinct, but then it faded away yet again into deeper silence.

Silence, deep like an ocean that Hannah was drowning in. A riptide of obedience had caught her, and then the shark had mistaken her quivering struggles for something it craved. She became that for the predator, her own desires forgotten as the role thrust upon her filled her every moment. She was...

Prey.

“Hannah.” Mariko’s voice hooked Hannah, pulling her from the ocean while retaining her depth. “In Courtney’s nightstand you will find a golden coin. A five yen piece, to be precise. On one side, is a rice plant, bent to curve with the shape. On the other, symbols you won’t recognize. Through a hole in the middle, is a long gray cord. Fetch it, and stand before me.”

Purpose. A task to obey. Hannah shook and felt a small orgasm further drench her thigh. Without hesitation she moved, opening the drawer and quickly finding the treasure Mariko sought.

Stood between her and Mariko was a terrified blonde. She was struggling. Frantically. Terrified. The shark had caught her, but not torn her will asunder like she had Hannah. Her modest breasts shook, with hard, fear stiffened nipples stretching out eagerly. Twin lighthouses, swollen beacons of the woman’s own lust betraying her good sense.

“Now, Hannah. Hold the string so the coin is at eye level with the woman in front of me. With Courtney. With your lover. Hold the coin so it rests between her eyes.” Again, Hannah obeyed. That the woman was named Courtney, or her lover, made no difference.

No, it did make a difference. It deepened the obedience of her action. She was doing this for Mariko. That it was her lover made it darker. Hotter. Worse.

Her thighs shuddered, again soaked with the familiar moistness of overwhelming pleasure.

“You will swing the coin, slowly, gently, and with it, you will hypnotize Courtney. You will use your voice, telling her what is happening. You will steal from her the same voice that I stole from you.” Mariko laughed, and while it was her voice and thus gifted with terrible importance, there was nothing in it for Hannah to obey. “Obey, Hannah. Obey, steal your lover’s mind, and gift it to me.”

“I obey.”

Hannah trembled. It felt like a lifetime, not minutes that she had been aching to have some test of her loyalty. Aching, to feel this woman’s voice guide her to do whatever she willed.

“You will watch the coin, Courtney.” Slowly, it began to swing infront of the woman’s sky blue eyes. Unlike Mariko’s, they were so soft and light. Being leashed to the coin as it began to swing only made them lighten more. “You will watch the coin swing, because I am hypnotizing you. I am hypnotizing you, and stealing away your voice for Mariko.

“You know this, but still, you will not look away. You will watch the coin, and it will hypnotize you. Bring you down... Deep...” Hannah fought to not succumb to her own words. The coin shined before her own eyes, just as it shined in Courtney’s.

Courtney wasn’t struggling anymore. Her body was still. She fought with her eyes, but it was no longer a struggle against Hannah, or Mariko.

Hannah could smell the familiar scent of Courtney’s lust.

She was struggling against herself.

“You are hypnotized, Courtney. You are already becoming so... deeply... hypnotized. The coin is stealing your voice. Stealing you. Say it, Courtney.”

“I am... hypnotized...” Courtney moaned. Her bright eyes looked so shallow in their emptiness, as that seemed to expand and swallow up the silent depths Hannah had watched as orgasmic rapture contorted and twisted her face. “Deeply... hypnotized... Coin is stealing... voice.. stealing...” She whined, her brow furrowed, eyes tightening for a moment that she clung to for dear life. Then it was gone, and she moaned in sweet rapture. “Me... Stealing me...”

Mariko’s voice was a wordless sound of pleasure. It was too soft and ephemeral to make, and it shook Hannah and Courtney to their core. They had nothing there to steel them against it.

A moan slid from Courtney’s lips, a moan that Hannah never heard. She still only heard Mariko’s voice. Still she was deaf to her lover even as she hunted her. Even as she made her a prize for the woman who had captured her, she could not hear the desire in her voice.

Courtney was prey.

“Now, you will hand me the coin, Hannah. And then you will both fall to your knees.” Hannah hesitated, her hand quivering as she reached out. It was hard to reach that final inch to drop the coin into Mariko’s waiting hand, but when she did the scream was more deafening than Mariko’s penetrating grasp of the woman’s mind.

Courtney followed her to her knees, legs parted enough that both were so close. Were they still lovers, it would have been half a gesture for them to kiss. But they were something else now.

Love was forgotten.

Discarded.

Mariko stood between them, her tight jeans left behind along with her white and blue striped panties. The stain was left behind, but so much more of her staining lust followed. “Now, you will both show your obedience. Obey my voice. Pleasure me. Use what you learned in freedom to deepen your slavery.”

Moans that were supposed to resemble affirmation dribbled from the lips of women who no longer cared that they had been torn from a loving embrace to the cold wood floor. Mariko’s pussy was wet, and called to them. They crawled up her legs, nuzzling, kissing their way ever higher.

When they reached Mariko’s delta, their tongues danced alongside each other. Pleasure they had once shared together was now turned entirely to Mariko. She moaned, and they trembled.

Their fingers felt up along the back of her legs. Their nails tasted the way the supple flesh of her rear dimpled. As her moans grew louder, her voice crying success at their obedient ministrations, their tongues moved quicker. Lips suckled and fought for possession of her clit, hands squeezed and kneaded more roughly yet with no less obedience at the full roundness of her ass.

Mariko came, and their worlds exploded in perfect, searing white.

17.

hannah smiled, standing in front of a body length mirror. She’d been cognizant for some time, but this was where she’d found herself. Her uniform had been next to her in a heap. She’d clothed, and then stood attentively in front of her own reflection. There was nowhere else she needed to be, and she hadn’t had the opportunity to really enjoy how she looked in the gray uniform that marked her as Mistress’s tool.

Her mind wandered along the gray straps that held her breasts up, more exposed than hidden. It seemed so easy to tug a strap down, or to slide one’s fingers underneath. She was less clothed than on display.

If someone approached her and began to make use of her offered body hannah didn’t think she could want to stop them. Something told her that was violating, something she should resist, but it made her nipples stand more proudly against her Mistress’s gray. Anyone who had a free enough will and wanted to touch her like that would be approved by Mistress. Who was she to refuse Mistress, a slave obeying Her will, or a guest?

If Mistress wanted me to rip this off and kneel for Her, or for any one else, i’d do it. And it would turn me on. hannah moaned, stroking along the temptingly held flesh of her breasts with her eyes. Ooh that would be so... perfect. Stored in a closet, brought out to mince around serving drinks...

She wouldn’t even need to think for that, she reasoned. Maybe Mistress would dress her even more like a fetish maid than she had before, or a high class waitress with clothes designed to fall into pieces with little more than a rough tug.

Maybe at such a party she’d be the entertainment. She didn’t know how to dance, but it would be so easy for Mistress to make her learn. She’d dance around the party, tempting guests with her body until the right one offered Mistress the favor or finances she desired. Then the guest might tap her shoulder twice, or whisper the right words into her ear, and she would follow them anywhere with her duties as a performer forgotten and discarded like used panties.

It wasn’t her place to decide how Mistress should use her, and she acknowledged that. Still, the fantasy of being in service to her like that tugged at vulnerable places. She didn’t resist the tug.

Maybe Mistress put that thought in my head. i’d never know it. i’d only love it more if she told me that it was, but why would she waste the time? i’d obey without knowing. hannah squeezed her thighs together, and savored the sight of the gray tightening around her lower lips. The crisscross of straps seemed perfectly designed to make them look poutier, flushed and ready for excitement.

They already were, but the gray straps did draw attention to them. Mistress’s gray was so good at absorbing her slickness, darkening without so quickly staining her thighs. Functional. Mistress thought of everything, and not just for hannah’s mind.

She thinks for my pussy, too. She thinks for this whole house. Everything is placed and prepared just the way she wants it to be. All of it is ready to be rearranged, rewritten, remade... for Her.

hannah shuddered, enjoying the way her legs looked so strong in the long boots that squeezed her thighs. While the rest of her uniform made her look like a sex doll clothed only to provide the temptation to undress her, the boots were different. They were powerful. They were boots that a Dominatrix would wear, someone more like Mistress than hannah. They kept her standing. They kept her moving, when she was ordered to move.

Her thighs tightened, toes wiggling to savor how little room they had to move. On the outside they displayed Mistress’s will and strength giving her purpose. On the inside, they were so tight that even standing she felt the natural shifting of her body feel tightened and trapped.

The only strength hannah held was hers because she was Mistress’s. It filled her cunt with a purposeful bliss. She sighed, and lost herself in the reflection of her empty eyes.

Time passed, with nothing more than sleepy moans. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept. It was obvious she’d been awake so much longer than she had conscious memory of, but that wasn’t important. Neither was the small bluetooth headset her mind edited from her reflection with it’s imperceptible whine that sounded whenever her eyes began to lower in their intense exhaustion.

She looked so tired, so drained. Used up. Wasted. But she couldn’t sleep, just stared at her eyes and didn’t see the darkness under them that had been hidden with cosmetics she didn’t remember being applied.

Her vigil might have remained if not for the interruption of a slave stepping into the reflection behind her. hannah did not remember being told her name, and only vaguely remembered that she was the nurse slave who had hooked up the IV during her time in front of the basement’s spiral. The woman’s familiar scent almost made hannah wonder if the drug was still floating through her veins as a wave of lightheadedness had her stumbling in place.

“hannah.” She could remember the taste of the slave, her scent, how carefully she could insert a needle, but her voice felt new. It was soft, with an almost musical quality draped over the strength of Mistress’s commands. “i have been assigned as your Controller. You will come with me. Obey.”

“i obey.” hannah’s voice was a reverent whisper, body trembling in the simple bliss of knowing what awaited her. A chance to obey. She sighed, standing taller as her Controller guided her.

Her own steps, heels clicking left right left right, sent hannah deeper inside of herself. Letting her obedience keep her behind her Controller was easy. She didn’t need to think for that. Mistress’s hypnosis remained ever potent even without external stimulus. Her eyes were empty before the door to their destination opened. She mindlessly followed inside, knowing only that she was obedient.

That was all that she needed to be.

“hannah.” Her controller’s voice didn’t wake her from her fog, instead only pulling her deeper. She didn’t need to think to obey her Controller’s voice. Obedience was as easy as letting her pussy grow slick or her knees weaken. “You will sit, and wait. Obey.”

“i.. MMmmmmm... obey...” hannah sighed as she fell into the office chair, without a mind for the tarp covering it. She stared forward at the computer screen, and fell into the screensaver.

A golden yellow spiral danced, spinning like a wheel around the screen. It followed the borders, slowly making a widdershins revolution. The golden spinning and twisting remained constant, holding hannah’s eyes as she let her electronic dance partner lead. It was a simple obedience. Things were so much better when she didn’t try to think. She smiled, asleep with open eyes, and waited without concern for her precious time as it drifted away into the golden spiral.

“slave.” Mistress’s voice thudded from the speakers, without interrupting hannah’s entertainment. Her Controller moaned, straightening up her body as if to pass an inspection that only she was aware of. “Deactivate, and wait in the closet. Mistress is very pleased with your performance.”

“Yessss Mistress!” The response came from between tightly clenched teeth as she struggled to form words from the slick depths of her pleasure. hannah distantly heard the clicks of her last Controller’s heels as she disappeared into the room’s closet, which she then closed behind her. If she could think past the spiral, she might have been jealous, or excited to hear Mistress lavish such praise.

Instead, she was blank. She was waiting. Obeying. Her passive task was an active one, guiding her forward even as the spiral made what might have been its twentieth slow circuit around the square display’s edges.

She hadn’t counted. That was too much like independence. But if Mistress had ordered her to count, she was sure that she would know the exact number.

“Mmm... hannah. I could watch you drool for hours, but there’s a chance you’ll lean over that few inches closer and get some on my keyboard. Hardly very hygienic, and I can’t always be transforming you into my maid to clean your own messes. Wipe your lip on your glove, and wiggle the mouse.” Her wait was over, and she savored the lingering depth as she soaked Mistress’s uniform with her own saliva. She trembled, and soaked Mistress’s uniform with more aromatic juices.

Her hand struggled to regain enough dexterity to nudge the computer’s peripheral, missing it twice in the attempt. When it hit home she knocked it from the desk as the shudders of pleasure overwhelmed her. She was Mistress’s softened tool.

The computer utilized a familiar operating system. Taking up the full span of the screen was a video chat application. Where the video of Mistress would be, there was instead a small icon of a four colored spiral. It reminded her of the device that had been used to enable her, back before she was processed. She felt so processed now. It made her simpering all the more vapid and air headed.

Mistress must have approved. Her laugh shook through the young woman, bringing a hand between her legs to squeeze at the trembling inside of her through the gray Lycra. “Oh yes. Perfect. You definitely don’t disappoint, hannah. Pull up the front of your uniform. I want to get a good look at your breasts.”

“i obeyyyyyy!” hannah moaned as her hands moved ahead of her mind, baring her chest for the webcam perfectly positioned to capture her devoted expression and stiffened nipples both.

“Yes. Yes you do. I think you’ve learned exactly what it means to obey. Selfless obedience. Any girl can obey a command because she wants to. But it’s more for you now, isn’t it, hannah?” Mistress laughed, that satisfied laugh that dripped with carefully controlled arousal. “Tell me what you’ve learned, hannah. Consider this your... final exam.”

This was the first time a test filled hannah with arousal as opposed to dread. She’d studied all weekend. She’d been reborn to ace this test. Her smile grew, even as her eyes stared more blankly ahead. A sound buzzed low in her ear, and she slowly angled her gaze up to the webcam.

“O-obedience is... is pleasure... is purpose. Obeying you feels gooood, right... B-but the pleasure is your gift, and i want to work to earn it. To let you drive me, use me, and feel your control however you desire to exert it... Mmm the pleasure of obedience is secondary to how irresistible it is to know i’m carrying out your will.” hannah gasped, her tongue wetting her lips in a slow sensual show for Mistress’s viewing pleasure. “Obedience is standing in a closet for hours, and almost being disappointed i can’t stay there longer, but so excited to be used.

“Obedience is being Mistress’s whore, excited to fuck and be fucked, and it feeling so much better because it’s what Mistress wants... It’s fucking and being fucked every moment of every day... And still needing more of You, more of Your control.” hannah whimpered, hands trembling as they squeezed at the gray of her uniform. “B-but being patient, waiting for it. Yours to give.“

Mistress’s silence felt imposing. It was easy for hannah to imagine scrutinizing eyes looking past the dull surface of her own. Her teeth closed around her lower lip instinctively as a shudder of pleasure trembled down her spine, making her breasts momentarily shake and sway.

The silence broke with the sound of a slow, steady clap.

“Excellent. I’m glad to hear that, hannah. That means you get a very special reward. One that I think you’ve been eagerly waiting for. Haven’t you?”

“O-oh... y-you mean...” hannah whimpered, shudders rolling through her body too heavy for her to keep her eyes open. Closed, she still saw Mistress’s four colored spiral. She still heard Mistress’s voice, replayed it again and again in her mind. The orgasm tore through her. Even if the tarp was not yet stained, hannah felt it under her tightening ass and was thankful for its presence.

“Yes, hannah. You passed your final exam. I would be tempted to have slave courtney congratulate you, but she and slave mariko are busy with Michelle. I think she’ll make a very good slave too, don’t you?”

hannah’s eyes fluttered open, but only the whites were visible with her gaze pulled into her head as if to glimpse that future. “Yesssss Mistress! Michelle... Mmmm will make such a good slave... Mmmm... For You, Mistress! She’s very stubborn, but reliable. Already in such good shape, she was always pulling extra shifts. When she is broken, she will be a very useful slave.“

Slave.

Every time that word melted past her lips or tingled through her ears, hannah felt it like teeth skillfully pulling her nipples taut. It was a word so much of her mind had been reshaped to properly understand. She yearned for it, craved it, but her patience was a more important form of obedience.

It felt pure and right to wait and ache.

“Yes, I think so too. And she extends my delivery area. She goes to our local community college, doesn’t she, hannah?” hannah nodded wordlessly, moaning something close to a yes. “But you still helped fetch her, hannah. You told me so much about her. You shared things that even now are crushing her will under my boot. You’re ready to take your place, the purpose that found you selected to be my newest acquisition.

“So it all has come to this moment, hasn’t it? Are you ready to fulfill your purpose, and become my slave?”

“YesyesyesYESyesyes please, Mistress!” hannah whimpered, allowing herself this moment of extravagance. It was too far, more than what Mistress had asked for, but in this moment it felt appropriate.

She could feel the last few pieces of sand were nearing the bottom of the hourglass on her time as hannah. After that her decisions wouldn’t be hers anymore. Every aspect of that sounded perfect, beside the one that meant she would never get a chance to share how much she wanted that. Her obedience from that moment on would only be without choice, without independence.

Even if already the idea of standing up and walking away was impossible, there was something sacred of this final transition. Becoming... she dared not even think it, not until she heard it said.

“Please, Mistress. Take this unworthy woman as your slave. Take me. Use me. I want to obey You, to serve You...” There was no worry in hannah’s mind that Mistress would say no. If she was not ready, she would be escorted away to be processed. Prepared. Mistress seemed to waste nothing.

Please, take me!

“slave hannah.”

Her arms fell to her sides, and she gazed patiently into the webcam. Her pussy continued to shudder, to moisten, but the understanding of this as anything more than a tool for her Mistress to use in the act of controlling her was gone.

“It is time for you to be programmed for your purpose. You have pleased Mistress, so very, very much. So before we get started, why don’t you cum, and cum, and cum and see if you can stain through your uniform?” Mistress laughed as slave hannah began to buck against the assault of pleasure forcing its way through her body from her bridled mind. “And once we’re done, you can finally sleep.”

18.

Hannah stood in the doorway, grinning as she kissed Courtney’s cheek. Her station wagon was right where she left it. She hadn’t been worried, but something was oddly comforting about it. It was how she made deliveries, got to school, got home... even if now that it was time to go home she no longer felt ready to go. “You sure I can’t stay just another couple of days?”

“Sure! You miss today’s classes... which I’m sure will be great since you’ve been worried about a pop quiz...” Courtney held up her hand, raising a finger. “You can worry your poor roommate...” She raised another finger, and an eyebrow. “You can call in sick to work and miss out on your paycheck...”

“I get it, okay, okay. Fine.” Hannah huffed, rolling her eyes even as she felt a familiar blush spreading over her cheeks. Courtney had a way of bringing that out in her. She would never admit it—especially not to the blonde woman who was already entirely too pleased with herself. It was one thing when she was grinning about having kept Hannah in bed. It was another when she was being a brat about reality. “Just remember: I gave you the chance to keep me for another day!”

Blue eyes rolled. “This isn’t the last time that I’m going to see you, Hannah. If you think I’m letting you get away that easy, you’re crazy. I’m just being responsible. Besides—I have work, too.”

The faux aggression melted from both of the women’s eyes, as their pink lips found each other and savored the familiar sensation of yielding in perfect unison. Maybe it wasn’t love, Hannah wasn’t sure, but it was special. It meant something.

I might never have known that I could feel this way about another woman if I hadn’t met her. A week ago that would have seemed silly to consider. Now it sounds sad. Hannah smiled against Courtney’s lips, forcing herself to break the kiss as much as every part of her wanted to kiss her more, and then again and again and again. Courtney was a warm bundle of lovely lust that Hannah wanted to wrap around herself and get lost in her familiar scent.

It was so cruel that meeting this angel hadn’t somehow torn reality asunder and made her job to win smiles, and her classrooms Courtney’s various rooms. She wasn’t sure if they’d celebrated their closeness in every possible way the house afforded. It seemed like a missed opportunity.

“You’re really bad at goodbyes, Hannah.” She raised a golden eyebrow, looking the other woman over suspiciously. “I know I have a pretty nice place, but you aren’t trying to U-Haul it, are you?”

“U-Haul...?” Hannah blinked. “I know about the moving company, but...”

“Oh. Right. Sorry, I’m still getting used to you thinking you were straight before...” Courtney just grinned. It said more than she could possibly have put into words with such little effort. “Never mind. Just know it’s sort of a thing that girls like us are supposed to be ready to move in with one another over less than this weekend. Don’t want to be a stereotype, ‘straight girl’.”

Hannah’s cheeks darkened as she hugged Courtney again, savoring the excuse to get another dose of the other woman before... she didn’t even know the next time they’d have a chance to hug, kiss, or more.

If it isn’t soon, I might lose my mind. I’m addicted to those lips. To those... everything. “There’s no chance we can have one last quickie befo—“

Courtney silenced Hannah with another kiss. It was firm, raw, and complete with a hand around Hannah’s back tightly squeezing the curves of her rear that clenched and shuddered under the grasp. By the time Courtney’s tongue had pulled itself out of her throat Hannah’s eyes were adorably crossed, and her breathing had devolved into breathy panting.

“That’s your ‘quickie’, Hannah. Anything else? I don’t like rushing.” She smiled, giving a cute little wink. “You’re too precious to do things half assed. Now get that full ass of yours off to school, or I’ll delete your number from my phone.”

Hannah whined, a hand falling over her chest as she began to walk backwards. “That’s a low blow, Courtney, a low blow! I’ll carry on without you, somehow! Call me, text me... whenever!”

The door closed, Courtney waving until the very last moment. Hannah smiled so wide that her cheeks ached by the time she reached her car. “Not a bad delivery. She tipped good, kissed better... I have one hell of a story to share with Renee!”

Hannah pulled out of Courtney’s driveway, and drove home to grab up her things for class.

A new bluetooth headset rested innocently in her ear, and behind her eyes a hunter watched, and waited.