DELIVERY
by Madam Kistulot
28.
Hannah stared up at Renee with a calm smile. She didn’t respond right away. It would have cheapened the moment if she sped past it. Renee was dressed to seduce and Hannah was beyond needing convincing.
Her deep brown eyes trailed slowly along the largely revealed flesh of Renee’s chest. The light scatter of freckles that danced across the space of her breasts looked like so many tiny invitations almost as much as the hint of soft pink areola. Renee’s freckles seemed more tempting. Hannah had suckled plenty of nipple on her long weekend but she hadn’t kissed a single freckle. Even if they tasted the same as any other part of her skin they would be special.
Something new that she would share for the first time with Renee.
There were so many new things she wanted to share.
“You want me to hypnotize you, Renee? You don’t look like a girl ready to be hypnotized.” Hannah’s voice slowly fell lower and lower as her smoldering lust marinated her tone. She’d been stewing in for the whole week, but now it finally felt safe to share it.
She wants me to want her now. Now I just need to capitalize on the opportunity. This couldn’t have turned out any better.
Her eyes drifted lower, enjoying the sight of pale soft legs so perfectly on display. She idly pondered how they would look in tall heels. The thought made her eyes hood and her thighs squeeze together tight. Hannah had never been so sure Renee would look perfect with a pair of thigh squeezing high heeled boots and a stylized gray bathing suit.
Hannah didn’t know why the image appealed, but she didn’t forget it. She savored it, and imagined that every action lead closer to that sizzling fate. Renee was almost ready, whatever ready meant.
“W-well I... I just woke up in the bath again, really no clue why... And while I was brushing my teeth it hit me. I really want you to hypnotize m—”
“Is that why you aren’t wearing anything but a bathrobe?” Hannah quirked up an eyebrow. Her eyes made the long slow trek back up Renee’s body and stopped at all the obvious places. The redhead shifted and squirmed her body, hips shifting to the side, back arching out. Her eyes fluttered before they met Hannah’s. Hazel eyes looked as hazy as they should be had Hannah’s gaze been a slow touch of a very eager fingertip. “Because you were wearing a lot more at the fast food joint yesterday. I know that didn’t go perfectly, but that wasn’t because you were wearing too many articles of clothing.”
Renee nervously curled her finger around a long strand of red. Hannah waited. Her smile invited no further commentary nor judgment.
“Not that I mind. You’re a very beautiful woman.” Hannah leaned forward, and a predatory glint in her eye made Renee’s breath catch in her throat. She wasn’t sure she liked how much warmer that made the lace cupping the softness between her thighs. “But you’ve never dressed like this for me before.”
Renee’s spine stiffened, as did her nipples against the gentle terrycloth. I dressed like this for her. She’s right. Why am I suddenly feeling so... shy? This is what I want.
“I didn’t sleep well again last night. And the only time I’ve gotten sleep that made me feel like I got any rest was—”
“If you want me to help you sleep you could have come out here in your jammies. They’re cute too, so I wouldn’t mind seeing you in those fuzzy pants and one of those too-long shirts. There’s something so cute about how small they make you look while making the right parts of you look anything but.” Hannah’s voice slipped lower as she eased it into Renee’s response and tossed it asunder. “Did you want me to help you sleep, or did you want to sleep with me? Because those are very di—”
“Both!” Renee’s initiative cut through her shyness that no longer made sense to her. Hannah was her best friend. They’d shared everything else. Another step down that same path felt natural. Good.
Right.
Hannah’s smile turned into a grin. Renee shuddered again, and the movement of her freely swaying curves loosened the only faintly tied belt around her waist. Her robe parted just enough for brown eyes to have a clear view of red lace.
Slowly the brunette patted beside herself on the couch with one hand as the other rose to curl a finger in a rhythmic come-hither dance. “Then take a seat, Renee. I want you, too. I’ve been wanting you since I saw you on Monday. It was so hard not to wake you from your nap with a kiss, but that didn’t seem right. I remember what you said when I told you how I spent my weekend. Consent. So I waited. You made it so hard to wait.”
A blush joined the freckles across Renee’s face and a flush joined those across her chest. Her footsteps were at first slow and hesitant. After the third, they became quick and deliberate. When she sat she did so quickly enough to rest the curvaceous warmth of her rear onto her roommate’s hand before it could withdraw.
Renee squirmed against Hannah’s hand, but didn’t fight to keep it pinned when it moved away. She knew Hannah had felt the warmth radiating between her legs. Nothing could make the moment more real for either of them. “I... I’ve been having dreams about you. When I can sleep, anyway. I dream about you.”
Hannah leaned closer, lips first. Renee trembled with anticipation, melting into them even when they landed on her cheeks and not her own. “What do you dream about me?”
“You’re... touching me. You touch me, and it feels so... overwhelming.” The smaller woman shivered, not from the cold but her own mounting desire. She nuzzled into Hannah’s shoulder, letting her lips melt into a place just below her neck. She cursed the uniform between her and her friend, wishing the kiss had shared the taste of the other woman.
She inhaled, deep and slow as though to memorize her sent as a consolation prize. Hannah smelled of desire and feminine musk. Renee’s eyes fluttered dizzily as she nuzzled more into the crook of her neck. Even if she couldn’t taste Hannah’s skin nothing stopped Renee from suffocating in her scent.
Her scent, the scent of a woman who wanted her, felt like it was wrapping around places in her mind that she needed to think. Like a cartoon scent it grasped something deep inside of her and directed her drunken nuzzling with places she failed to realize were never under her control like they were under Hannah’s. She yearned for a more that her understanding failed to grasp. She knew things that could be more, but moving to act on them quietly threatened to break the spell she was so blissfully bound in.
Even struggling to feel how tightly she was held felt too great a risk when yielding freely felt so good.
Knowing she could struggle but didn’t want to try felt good, too. It felt good like the other woman’s warmth felt good. Hannah was hardly a tall woman, but next to Renee she felt large enough to be lost in. When Hannah’s arm that had all too recently been under her rear grasped the small of her back and pulled Renee close she moaned at a renewed feeling of being willfully trapped.
I need her. I need her body. I need her hypnosis. I need to taste her skin, her lips, but I can’t stop nuzzling her. After resisting for so long, giving in... Renee surrendered a low quivering groan when she felt Hannah’s fingers in her hair. I want what she wants to give me more than what I can take.
“Mmm... You’re so eager Renee. You have no idea how much that turns me on. Almost as much as hearing about those naughty dreams.” Hannah’s voice was so much more firm and together than any aspect of Renee felt. She was a rock in a storm of lust. Renee found herself arching against her as if to brace against another rising wave.
Hannah’s hands moved down from her hair, and for a time lingered at her shoulder. It was an agonizing eternity of being squeezed and stroked by a delicate thumb.
The firmness of her grasp made Renee’s thighs loosen, even as the movements of her thumb had her nuzzling more to try matching the rhythm that seemed the same as her dreams’. No part of the redhead’s mind wandered how she so accurately anticipated her lover’s touch. She merely reveled at it being as lovely in reality as it had been in her dreams.
When her hand finally moved lower, it seemed to bypass everything between her shoulder and her thigh. They shuddered apart violently as Hannah’s touch drew higher, stopping the moment she encountered warm lace. There she rested, drawing out low whines of pleasure as she stroked and caressed so every touch brushed the delicate panty enough for friction but not enough for satisfaction. Renee’s whines grew sharper, and quicker. Desperate. Needy.
Hannah’s lips were on her forehead then, as her fingers ceased their caress and instead squeezed at her thigh with a possessive intensity. “You’re going to burn through those if I keep this up.”
“P-please don’t stop... not now... Not when we’re so close...” Renee’s voice was a pleading mewl. Shy, but full of rich intensity. Her low volume and her slow pace showed the depth that her feverish nuzzles lacked. The hint of fear that Hannah might actually stop was a direct contrast to how tightly her thighs squeezed around the hand so close to her barely concealed mound.
“Of course not. I couldn’t stop. Not now. But, if you want more you’re going to need to take off your robe, Renee.” Hannah kissed her forehead again, and then slid her nose down until their foreheads met, eyes blissfully locked. “Unless you want me to stop.”
Renee whimpered as she struggled to pull away the terrycloth garment without pulling away from Hannah’s warmth. Her breath quickened as she found herself weighing it down, and only let her thighs loosen around Hannah’s hand as she found no other way to brace herself enough to pull it free. When it finally fell empty against the couch Renee moaned in relief. Her thighs warmed Hannah’s fingers even more as they tightened anew.
Hannah took a moment to enjoy the sight. It felt like something she’d seen in a dream before, too, but this was so much sweeter. Her nipples were so pink, almost pink enough to look like sweet candy placed lovingly on the pillowed fullness of her creamy breasts. Even pressed tightly against her as Renee renewed her frenzied nuzzling they called to Hannah’s hands and mouth.
She wondered how even as a “straight girl” she’d been able to resist their combination of supple and perky.
She savored the way they shook as her nails teased at Renee’s thighs, imagining unseen freckles to connect in intricate constellations that had no names. “That’s very good, Renee. I like it when you do what I tell you to do so... promptly. Maybe I should reward you. Encourage that behavior.“
Renee’s nuzzles halted long enough for the swift nods to stand out with so many less defined movements. “Please, Hannah. I... I need you. I’ve never needed anyone like this before. Or anything.”
“Mmm flatterer.” Hannah’s bedroom giggles teased Renee’s bedroom places as warmly as her squirming fingers. “If you can sit back, I’ll hypnotize you. Of course, once you’re hypnotized you’ll be so much more eager to do whatever I tell you. To obey me. It’ll be harder to do anything besides what I tell you, too. Combining sex and hypnosis is even more powerful. You’ll be getting wet obeying my voice.
“It’ll make my voice so much more powerful inside of your mind. My words will be like fingers that know just where to touch to make you shake. You’ll need me even more than you need me now, but having me will feel even better. You’ll make doing what I say, being in my hypnosis, as powerful as sex. Are you sure you want that?”
Renee trembled as she pulled herself back. Some sharpness in her eyes had already started to soften from Hannah’s seductive preamble. It was hard to lose her warmth, but it was harder to turn down what she offered.
Hannah’s voice flowed with a calculating intensity that Renee couldn’t remember it having. It scared her, but the fear aroused her. Hannah’s words were a hypnotist’s words.
She’d already felt how powerless she was when Hannah looked into her eyes and took that low seductive tone that whispered to places deeper than her libido. Her sleepless night had again left her drained, but Hannah energized her. She felt so defenseless and exposed even when it didn’t seem like the air of their apartment was making a concentrated effort to tease her nipples.
“P-please. Please. Hannah, I need it. I need it, and I need it to be with you. I need... you, to touch me, the way you want to touch me. I need you to touch me like you touched Courtney. I need your hypnosis. Bad.” Renee sighed as she spread her legs, and rested her hand over Hannah’s still resting against her thigh. She squeezed, and arched her hips to make the kiss of lace that much more. “I know I’m not thinking straight... I can’t sleep except when you make me sleep. I can’t cum unless I think about you, and I can’t stop thinking about you. Hypnotize me. Make love to me. Fuck me. Please!“
Hannah’s hand slowly released Renee’s thigh as her lips curled into a grin. The hunger was back in her eyes, and with it that hunter’s gaze that Renee knew was stronger than her prey struggle. Her hand rose up in front of Renee’s face. Their eyes met.
Fresh memories of their lunchtime trance mingled with the anticipation and made Renee’s eyes hood as she began to sink without further prompting. Her tired mind again found the place in Hannah’s eyes where she’d lost herself. It made her smile how easy it was to sleep in Hannah’s eyes. Hannah made everything easier.
Snap.
Hannah’s fingers in front of her face. The sound was so loud, but instead of jarring her it slammed her down into the muddy stupor she was already lost to. All of Hannah’s force of will, the same rock that had kept Renee from succumbing to the maddening need that burned away at her sense and understanding was now an anchor pulling her limp mind down further than she could remember falling before.
She moaned.
This was what she needed.
“You’re hypnotized now, Renee. You’re almost naked on our couch. Hypnotized and horny. A part of you has needed this all week, and now that you have it...” Hannah moaned into her ear, and an echo sounded from Renee’s lips. Her thighs parted as Hannah’s hand retook its place before moving higher to begin a delicate caress of the lace resting against Renee’s twitching sex. “And it’s even more than you hoped. It’s more than you knew how to hope for.
“You’ve been so sleepy, so tired, and it’s only made it easier and easier for your mind to think about me. To think about me fucking you. And then when I hypnotized you, that was just another thing for you to want. Especially when I taught you how much you wanted it.
“Remember what I taught you now, Renee. Remember, and let the memories pull you deeper into trance. Such heavy memories are too hard for a woman to remember without being so deeply entranced...”
Renee’s eyes pulled themselves shut with the intense feeling of sinking. The anchor pulling her down redoubled its efforts without care for how dazed and mindless it made her. It made her obedient, and thoughtless. It made the only thing that she could hold onto those memories of what Hannah had taught her sleeping, trusting mind.
“Taught me... that obedience is pleasure... that it feels sooo good to wait for a chance to obey... that you were making me obedient, and using my mind to help you... Mmm...” Renee mewled, a weak sound of her body’s surrender as the anchor pulled her panty away. “That it feels good to forget...”
“And that was just at lunch. I’m going to help you remember more now, Renee. More that soon…” Fingers teased along her needy slit, drawing out a low pitiful mewl. “Soon, when I let you wake up, these things will be too heavy for your thoughtfilled, conscious Renee mind to process. These thoughts are so heavy, if you even tried to remember them they’d tug you down and remind you all on their own how good it feels to forget before they let you think again.”
Hannah savored her mouth belonging to Mistress. She was aware that she was irrelevant, a tool for the slave inside to use. She was aware that slave was herself just a tool.
Mistress let her remember everything.
She came, but bit her lip to silence the cry. Renee’s conditioning was more important than her pleasure. That Mistress’s will be done was more important than savoring the shudders that rolled through her body knowing that was a thought her Mistress wanted her to have if anything in her mind could be called “her” thoughts at all.
Like being enslaved all over again, only now i can be enslaved while obeying Her. Thank you, Mistresss! Your gifts are too kind for such an unworthy slave.
“Remember your showers that melted into baths. Remember the woman’s voice that used each one to strengthen your obedience. Remember how she commanded you to touch yourself while imagining me. Remember how good it felt to moan along with the words she fed into your mind. Remember, and feel my fingers deep within your pussymind, stroking you into obedient bliss.”
Renee’s cry was so sharp her voice failed to sustain it for longer than a moment. Her pussy eagerly tightened around Hannah’s fingers. They pierced through her mind as simply as they navigated beyond her folds which had already become familiar. Memories tugged Renee down and made the invading digits all the more slick with hot sticky need. She could recall that voice so clearly. All of those touches had stoked the flames of her desire until they had driven her to throw herself at Hannah in a desperate act of lust.
Hannah’s voice.
Hannah’s touch.
All the parts of Renee that tried in vain to scream at the betrayal were silenced by the traitor’s fingers stroking along her inner walls. The memories pulled her down into obedience too firmly for her resistance to have a chance when they were so fresh in her mind. She remembered cumming and screaming Hannah’s name.
When she did so again, it tied the moments together so much more tightly.
Fingers snapped in front of her face again, jolting Renee with a sharp gasp even as she recovered from her orgasm. Hannah’s fingers were still buried so deeply inside of her.
“I... Hannah... I... you... we...” Renee fluttered her eyes, trying to solidify her grasp on thinking.
Hannah smiled, and wiggled her fingers slowly inside of her friend. Her lips settled into a smirk that felt the way Mistress’s voice sounded in her mind. She hoped it reached her lips. “Do you still remember what I’ve been doing in your mind, Renee?”
Renee’s eyes opened wider, but only for a moment. A spark of understanding, of epiphany dawned over her face just long enough for it to look all the more helpless when it dripped away. “Y-you’ve... been... uuuhnnnnn.... Can’t... think... When I... Remember... have to... sink... forget... feels good to forget... have to forget to think...”
Her thighs parted as she melted back against the couch. Her eyes stared at nothing, transfixed in the heavy complexities of things she knew she couldn’t think through. It felt better to moan and obey.
Lips closed around her nipple, drawing out a deep low cry. The pleasure was obedience, just as the obedience was pleasure, and the memories drifted further out of her reach yet again. Hannah’s lessons made it easier to forget, and if she could hold onto the truth of it long enough she would have thanked her friend with more than just her sounds of pleasure.
“It’s so easy to forget when it feels so good. It’s so easy to obey when it feels so good. You want to obey. You want opportunities to obey. You want to give up your body and mind, and you don’t even want anything in exchange.”
Renee moaned, arching out her hips to try keeping Hannah’s withdrawing fingers inside of her for as long as she could. “Forget... easy... mmmm easy to obey... want to obey... give up my mind... don’t want... mmm... exchange...” Her lips fell into a tired, dreamy smile as truths fell into place all on their own. “Hotter to wait to obey... mmmm than to seek out obedience...”
“That’s right, Renee! So very, very right. You’re so smart. You’re brilliant.”
Snap.
Renee groaned as her eyes slowly regained their ability to focus. The first thing she saw was Hannah suckling at her own slick fingers. She started to remember where they’d been before the memory became fuzzy and indistinct.
Her cunt trembled in the obedient thrill.
“I... were you...”
“Renee. Take off my top. Obey.” Hannah grinned, and held her arms up over her head.
“Y-yes, o-of course! Fuck that word is... hot...” Renee scrambled to obey, quickly grasping the hem of the long sleeved red t-shirt and pulling it roughly off of her friend’s body. Even in the quick flurry of movement she had time to remember so many daydreams of what she would find underneath.
In none of them had she imagined Hannah’s breasts tightly bound in gray spandex.
“What’re you... wearing...?”
Hannah smiled, and playfully hooded her eyes. “This is my uniform. Mistress likes seeing her slaves wearing very little, and she likes the contrast of industrial gray beside flesh tones ranging from dark as night to pale as yours. And spandex has so much give. It’s so easy to squeeze and feel the woman underneath. Go ahead. Obey. Feel me up.”
Renee realized she had moved to obey when she felt Hannah’s breasts and the lycra over them yield to her eagerly squeezing fingers. The weight of her breasts rested comfortably in Renee’s hand. She could feel the other woman’s heat, and her stiffened nipples so clearly.
It was easy to understand why Mistress liked her slaves dressed in the minimal garment. The gray that cupped at her breasts while hiding nothing else made Hannah’s torso seem all the more bare.
“Who... who is Mistress...? Slaves... I... Hannah I don’t...”
Snap.
Again Hannah’s hand was before Renee’s face, and again she collapsed back into the couch. Her only sign of protest was a deflating moan. It barely lasted for a moment, but it took with it all of the resistance Renee could still muster.
“Mistress is who guides our obedience. Mistress is who laces every act of obedience with pleasure, and laces the act of loyal patience with even more. Mistress uses us like tools, and makes us love it. Obeying Mistress is better than sex, and She makes sex so amazing.” Hannah purred as she stood, and wiggled out of her slacks to reveal the last of the gray fabric tightly clinging to her nether lips. “But you won’t be able to remember her until you become hers.
“When you’re Her slave, Her tool, Her creature, your every action will be for Her. Your slavemind will whisper directives at you, and you will move to obey them without even thinking of why. You won’t think, but you’ll still cum, and it feels good to cum when you’ve been obedient.
“You want that, don’t you Renee?”
Renee groaned as her head weakly nodded. She wasn’t sure if it was her own desire, or Mistress’s puppet strings and Hannah’s hypnosis. If she could remember more, she would know how little the question mattered.
None of that held her back from moaning a “yes” through clenched teeth.
“Then I’ll teach you how to be Hers. We’re going to spend the rest of the week. Fucking you. Fucking your mind. We’ll teach you how to forget. How to obey. How to serve Mistress.” Hannah straddled her victim’s lap. Her fingers laced in the richness of her lovely red hair before using the grasp to pull her into the flesh of her own tightly held breasts. “We still have plenty of time before you’ll miss your first class, and I think I know just how to start your next lesson.”
Snap.
Renee groaned. Hazel eyes struggled to focus. She felt blurry and insubstantial. Unreal.
I can’t... I don’t remember... How she got on my lap... And it makes me hot. I want her to tell me what to do. I’m so wet. I’ve never felt this hot... but nothing feels... everythings so fuzzy so...
“Renee.”
Hannah’s voice was so firm, so dominant, so in control that it snapped away her train of thought. Hannah was still her rock, even if she was pinning her down to the couch with hands on her shoulders and a barely clothed body grinding down against hers. Hannah’s near nakedness seemed to make her stronger, while Renee felt smaller and weaker.
But it was okay to feel so weak. She was used to feeling small. She was. Short. Small. But that was all okay.
She trusted Hannah.
“You’ve made me so dirty down between my legs. How would you like to clean it all up with your tongue?”
29.
Renee made it through class. Somehow. She wasn’t sure if she felt more worn out from the hypnosis filled sex or the sex filled hypnosis. There was also the fact that she hadn’t gotten real sleep since Sunday night, and she was fairly certain that it was Thursday. She was half sure she’d asked someone at least three times. When the fourth time yielded that she could look at her phone she felt so silly.
Technology was her thing and she hadn’t even considered it. It was hard to come up with her own ideas. That made sense for how exhausted she felt.
It was entirely separate from her worry of staining the crotch of her jeans.
Hannah had ended their marathon lovemaking with a nibble on her ear and an order to attend all of her classes and take plenty of notes. She’d playfully responded “yes Mistress” but it had felt too good to say.
By the end of her first class she was questioning if she’d had a choice to respond any other way.
She didn’t know why it felt hot to imagine the woman she was saying that to wasn’t really Hannah. She didn’t know who else there could be, especially after Hannah had made the early morning a blur of half-remembered sexfun.
While she couldn’t remember the whole day very clearly, she did find it so easy to remember every new thing she’d learned about Hannah’s body. Her taste. Her scent. She remembered the sounds that rang out at a soft or firm suckle at a nipple. She remembered the way Hannah’s body twitched and shuddered when she was close to loosing another torrent of pleasure. Thinking those things made Hannah wish she’d stayed home, but made sitting in class feel so much better.
She wasn’t doing it because it was what she wanted to do. She wasn’t even doing it because it was what she was supposed to do.
I’m only here because Hannah ordered me to go to class, and that makes me wet.
She’d shared a shower together in Hannah’s bathroom after all of their fun, but by the end of her class she was sniffing the air discreetly to verify that she wouldn’t need another to get through the day without incident.
Renee felt the day pass by so quickly, even if every individual moment felt like it was taking its time wrapping around her and holding her there. It was the very opposite of unpleasant. When it felt particularly strong, such as the time that Renee had accidentally dropped her pen and needed to grab it up, she could almost hear Hannah’s voice reminding her that she would take plenty of notes.
Grasping the pen had almost felt orgasmic, as if the act had betrayed her one chance at freedom.
Which was so silly.
Hannah was liberating her.
She’d never understood the term sexually liberated before, but she felt so free from worrying or caring about how she’d spent large pieces of her morning kneeling between her roommate’s thighs.
Renee had never been opposed to sex, she’d just never been the sort to lose herself to it so casually, or for so long and then go off to school like nothing had happened. Hannah had changed that. There was no going back. There was no before.
Hannah told her what to do, and she did it.
Her phone rang after her second class of the day. She hadn’t remembered setting Hannah’s ringtone to a Normandy Swords song, but somehow she’d still remembered what it meant.
Hannah’s hypnosis was almost as good at making Renee forget things as turning her on.
“H-Hannah.”
“Renee. We’re going to have lunch together. Do you have any preference for where?” Her voice was playfully mischievous.
Hannah couldn’t see, but that didn’t stop Renee from shaking her head as she leaned against the wall to steady herself. Hearing that voice made her knees weak. She wanted to fall to them and nuzzle into her thighs. She’d never tasted pussy but now all she wanted was to feel the heat of Hannah’s against her mouth.
But she wouldn’t be so presumptuous as to insist, or even ask. It was Hannah’s gift to give, not her gift to take. Thinking that made her clit throb. She wondered if Hannah had made her think that.
“N-no. I’d... really prefer if you chose the place. Please? If it... if it isn’t too much trouble.”
“Of course it’s not. You’re being so very obedient, and we talked about how much I love it when you’re obedient for so long this morning. So...
“Helenic Naptime.”
Renee awoke in the corner of the Italian restaurant.
It wasn’t a place she recognized, much less from the dimly lit corner booth that she found herself sharing with Hannah. Pasta had already arrived. Renee tried to guess how long that meant she’d been there without being aware, without having a thought of her own, but it felt too difficult to parse. It felt good to lose the time.
Hannah would look out for her.
“Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty. It didn’t seem fair to make you skip lunch. Especially when you let me pick such a lavish place. The atmosphere here is to die for isn’t it?” She wiggled her brows, and even if it was such an innocent thing to say Renee still found herself flushing.
“It really is. Italian. Romantic.” Renee sighed as she took a sip of her drink and was pleased to find it deliciously sweet. She’d never had a drink she didn’t order herself.
She imagined that Hannah had ordered Renee to flirt with the waitress and make both of their orders. Maybe she’d even suggested that she would be the waitress’s tip. Maybe when the waitress came around to give them the check, Renee would find herself dropping to her knees, or following her to the employee lounge to taste her second pussy of the day. If it was what Hannah wanted, it was what Renee wanted.
Hannah was helping set her free.
The pasta tasted just as good as the drink she lacked a name for. It was rich and warm with such decadently sweet sauce. Her eyes fluttered from the powerful sensation of enjoying the meal that Hannah had chosen for her. A meal she didn’t even remember arriving.
“Don’t worry about the bill, by the way. Last night I had a very, very generous tipper. She accidentally said some things she shouldn’t have said and gave me a tip under the table. More than the cost of the pizza she ordered, even. Can you believe it?” Hannah’s voice was full of pride. It made Renee proud, too. She was with a woman who had charmed enough of a tip to pay for lunch at a nice restaurant. She imagined hypnosis was involved and juiced at the thought of her lover reprogramming other women without their awareness.
Before her morning she would have called the idea silly, but now it felt so incredibly possible. No matter how hard she tried the time between leaning against the wall and awakening at their booth was a hot blissful nothing. It was better than remembering.
It made her want to forget everything she ever knew to see how that would feel.
She might never want to remember, but that sounded okay if Hannah was the one who made her forget. Hannah could take care of her. She imagined Hannah teaching her how to speak all over again, and to only do as Hannah wished her to do. She bit her hand to muffle her cry.
Hannah watched her, and smiled.
“You’re taking so very well to your training, Renee. You’re forgetting, obeying, and otherwise being the perfect hypnotic subject at a college level. I’m not surprised.” Hannah’s foot had slid out of her shoe and found its way to Renee’s inner thigh. She sucked in a sharp breath, thankful she’d finished her bite before the touch.
Hannah’s stocking clad toes teased higher and higher until she felt the touch under a skirt she didn’t recall changing to. She definitely didn’t remember taking off her panties. It made her shudder when Hannah raised them into view from the seat beside her.
They were the red, lace, and still stained from their morning fun.
“I had you change on the way here. I wanted to feel you stain my stockings. You have such a cooperative little pussy. Cooperative to me, obviously. It doesn’t care if you think at all. It just wants more orgasms. If that means you’re cumming away your free will, your eager little cunt will go right along with my dance and love every minute of it.” Hannah’s voice sounded so sinister. Plotting. Wicked. But it didn’t scare Renee in the ways she imagined it should.
No one was sitting anywhere near them, and the lighting was romantic as she’d said. If she could trust anyone with such an eagerness it was Hannah. She wanted to give Hannah every inch of her mind to show how much she was enjoying the hypnosis, and how safe she felt. With anyone else it would have been scary.
Instead it was making her hump her cleft against Hannah’s foot in public.
A waitress could have walked by at any time, but she didn’t care. She just wanted more. She would have crawled under the table if Hannah asked and treated the remains of her pasta as third course.
But it was almost hotter that she was just fucking her toes. It felt less personal. Less intimate.
Hannah was using her, and Renee was loving it.
She ate her meal as Hannah motioned to her plate, wiggling and squirming with every bite. She imagined the drink full of drugs to lower her inhibitions and increase her suggestibility. She imagined the pasta full of aphrodisiacs and sedatives. The sauce tasted like some aspect of it had to be unhealthy for her body and mind both.
It was gone all too soon, and Renee felt on edge. At any moment she was going to cum again. She didn’t know if she would be able to hold back the cry. She would try. For Hannah. But if she failed all she would be able to do was beg Hannah’s forgiveness at her failure.
She finished her drink, fighting the shudders that threatened to spill the red liquid all over her white top.
Quietly, she hoped she would fail just so others could see how she was becoming Hannah’s obedient little hypnoslut. She didn’t even know what was being done to her mind, but she knew it was working so well. Her will felt weak, and Hannah’s felt so strong. That had to mean something.
“All done with your lunch, sweetie?”
“Y-yes... Mistress...”
“Helenic Naptime.”
Renee woke up in another class. She was back in her jeans, but she hadn’t looked down or even thought to ask herself if that was the case. Hannah had made sure the first thing she would notice was how effortlessly she’d had her clothes adjusted back. She smelled like flowers. Clean. It made her want to moan and roll her eyes back into her head, but she remembered the second thing Hannah had whispered for her to remember.
I’m not allowed to hypnotize myself in class, no matter how much my slutty pussy wants me to. I’m to stay focused. Alert. Obedient. Doing well in school is a chance to obey. I want to obey. I want to excel. I must obey. I love to obey. Obeying makes my brain and pussy cum.
She sighed, and smiled as her posture became straighter all on its own. She wasn’t allowed to sleep, either. That was a very loud ‘no’. She wasn’t allowed to sleep unless Hannah let her sleep.
So tired... but I’ll stay awake for another week if it’s for her. Focus. Focus and obey. I must obey. I love to obey. Obeyyyyying makes my brain and pussy cum.
Not remembering if Hannah had made her mind remind her of that or if it was her own decision almost felt as sexy as when Hannah had been between her legs. She’d said that her tongue would clean Renee’s mind, but when she was done things felt so much dirtier and stickier. Renee hadn’t argued.
Hannah was becoming all that she needed.
She’s even looking out for my academic career when I would rather cum my brains out while chanting “I’m Mistress’s hypnotized slut.” I hope I made her cum more than I remember...
Renee giggled to herself, and let her eyes hood as she danced effortlessly through her coursework. It was easy for her on a normal day, but with no loose thoughts and a compulsion to perform and impress it was even easier.
Each key press was gently orgasmic, a tiny point of perfect toe curling bliss.
Every moment she wasn’t typing or clicking was a moment where she could be carried away in the afterglow.
I’m lucky Hannah let me change, or I’d be staining the seat.
When Renee woke up beside Hannah in the passenger’s seat of her car there wasn’t even a split second of panic. She remembered quickly enough that at the end of class she’d typed out Helen—those two words and then gone outside to wait for Hannah to pick her up.
She could remember waiting there, and not caring as people walked by. She’d been ordered to pull out her phone and watch the time tick by so no one would jar her from her trance. It hadn’t been a long wait, but every moment was an eternity of obedient pleasure. Hannah had told her to wait, and she waited. It was a chance to obey, and a chance to yearn for more without silly thoughts getting in the way.
It was amazing she still felt so tired with how much her mind had been asleep.
“You slept just like I told you to. You’re such a good girl.” Renee shuddered, her hands tightly grasping at her seat. “You’re also taking to being conditioned marvelously. And here I thought you were such an independent woman.”
“I-I just... I really...” She sighed, and shook her head. There was no point in denying anything or being coy with the woman who had made her sleep through most of the day. “I like obeying you. A lot.”
“You do. It’s very charming. If I wasn’t already crazy about you when you first came up to me on the couch I would be by now.” Hannah didn’t laugh, but her voice had the tone of a woman who felt like she was laughing. Rich, sweet, confident laughter. Renee knew she was the source of that bliss and it made her toes curl hard inside of her heels.
Heels? I’m wearing—
Hannah did laugh, and the sound sent shudders through her redheaded passenger. “I wondered how long it would take you to realize we’d stopped by home again. Had you dress up all nice and fancy for work. I know you just do tech support, but I couldn’t resist. You look good like this.”
Renee wouldn’t have argued if any part of her still felt like it was allowed to make such a choice. She was wearing her interview clothes, something far more business professional than she imagined anyone at her job would be expecting to see. Maybe they would assume she was gunning for a promotion, or that her resume was circulating.
Given that the average level for anyone not in management was jeans and a t-shirt, her matching black professionally short skirt and blazer over a light violet blouse would have her out of place even before the stockings and heels.
She’s even deciding what I wear. And I’m just letting her. I’m not going to argue, or even ask if we can go back and change.
Renee sighed and closed her eyes as she let her body loosen. Her head met the seat before she anticipated thanks to the bun placed behind it. She imagined herself sitting mindlessly as Hannah styled her hair. She was almost tempted to search her purse for a compact but it sounded so much more fun to just imagine how she looked.
This isn’t for my benefit anyway. It’s for Hannah, and maybe for everyone at work. Maybe she knows a girl there who will whisper the right words into my ear and I’ll just fall to my knees and—
“Now, you’re conditioned, but having you work through your whole shift... Customers? That would harsh anyone’s mellow. So I wouldn’t try keeping you in a trance for it. That just wouldn’t be fun. Instead, I got you a little present.” Hannah smiled a she pulled in to park in front of the almost grungy office that held the outsourced call center. “With a little more work I think you could go through a whole day without needing to think, but we aren’t quite there yet.
“So, instead you’re going to wear this. Before, and after, every call, you’ll give it a little look. It’ll make everything better. Seeing your progress so far today, I don’t think it’ll take much longer than the third call before you aren’t even thinking about looking, just looking. Be sure to remember to not miss your break...”
Renee blushed as she looked to the bracelet. It was a simple chain with links that looked made of at least seven different kinds of metal like a rainbow that would repeat all around her wrist. Or, the links were just colored, but their textures felt unique in her hand as she sealed it around her wrist.
Understated, but pretty.
Like Hannah. That might be mean to think, but it is so pretty. No one will know what it means, no one but me. Will someone catch me staring? I... I hope they will.
Not being noticed in class was one thing, but here she was expected to be active. It was a thrill to be so publicly obedient. It was only a four hour shift, but that was long enough for so many opportunities. She wished it would be possible for Hannah to call in with some special phrase for the occasion, but she was hardly the only person on the call floor. It seemed unlikely, and that made her want it more.
With everything else Hannah had been able to accomplish it felt more possible than she was ready to admit. “What... what will it do?”
“You didn’t really want to ask that, sweetie. I’ll be back to pick you up after your shift. I have to work tonight, but I’ll have a present for then, too. Something very, very special. Especially if you’re a good girl and have your panties in your purse when I come to pick you up.” Hannah winked. Renee shuddered. She knew it would happen. It sounded so embarrassing, and she knew it would make her skirt feel so much shorter than it was. That wouldn’t stop her from obeying.
She was starting to doubt that anything could.
“Good girl. I’ll see you in four. Hurry along now... You don’t want to be late.” Hannah leaned in to share a quick kiss with Renee.
It was all too brief, but it was enough affection to make Renee beam as she clicked her way to her desk. She smiled politely at everyone, waved and responded to “hello”s as she pretended that all of those functions were automatic and programmed into her with any smattering of different CS techniques.
The whole walk to her desk she felt the cool weight around her wrist like a coiled viper. Without being told she knew Hannah could have keyed anything to its sight at the appropriate moment. All she knew is that it would make it easier for her to slip out of her panties.
Everything Hannah did to control her made it so much easier to obey.
Did I want her to fuck me this morning, or mind fuck me? It’s getting harder to want to remember... But it’s already far too late to stop.
All too quickly her headset was on, and the last of her systems logged in. She pressed the last button on her phone and quivered as her gaze naturally gravitated down to her wrist.
I am Hannah’s obedient phoneslut. Answering calls fills me with pleasure and makes me ready for anything. With each call that I answer, I’m surrendering more of my will that I’ll never get back. I know this, and I don’t want to stop.
They were her thoughts, and yet they weren’t. They came from the same place, but with a cadence and tone that sounded so much more helpless than her own mind had ever felt. She could only explain it by imagining how deep she must have been when Hannah gave her the gift. Even if she’d been told to have the thoughts, they were hers now.
They’re powerful as... no. No, they’re more powerful than my thoughts. Hannah’s words are so strong, and I’m so... weak. I’m lucky it’s so easy to be obedient.
Her phone chimed, signaling her first call. Her smile grew dramatically across her face as she eagerly greeted her caller. She was Hannah’s obedient phoneslut.
She was so happy to obey.
Renee was so wet by the time her shift was over.
By her third call her eyes were eagerly sliding towards the bracelet as she said her goodbyes. She tried to keep track of how many calls she took, but between the distraction of her bracelet and the obedience of giving her everything to every caller it was impossible. She was sure it was more than ten, but beyond that she couldn’t be sure.
Once the day was over she had a new directive.
Discreetly sliding into a stall was easy, but she wasn’t prepared for how stained her panties would be. She wrapped them up in tissue before stashing them away in her purse. Hannah’s order hadn’t been to drench everything in her own lust.
If Hannah had specified that, she would have dropped the sopping pink cotton in without a second look. She was still fairly certain she’d need to clean it out to get rid of the smell of her, but...
If it means I’m obeying, I don’t care.
She’d been tempted to stay in the stall and take advantage of the easy access under her skirt, but the thought of keeping Hannah waiting chilled her blood. It was one thing to follow an “optional” command. It was another to keep her waiting for a selfish orgasm. Even one that Hannah had made her crave.
On her way out of the building Renee did her best to avoid eye contact with anyone. She kept her arms by her sides to keep her skirt against her legs. She tried not to imagine her juices sliding visibly down her thigh.
I’m such an obedient slut. I’m so out of control, and I love it. As long as it’s Hannah. I can trust Hannah. I might even love her. Is there even any difference between love and obedience to me anymore? Even drowning in the wet slickness of her lust and so much exhaustion so many thoughts raced in Renee’s mind. They were just as quick to part.
As soon as she stepped outside the cool air teased its way up under her skirt.
Her breath caught and her steps faltered. She felt so off balance. Her mind didn’t feel like it was her own anymore. She didn’t feel like her own anymore. All of that was Hannah’s. All of her was becoming Hannah’s, and she’d already lost her chances to flee.
She wondered, as she waited for Hannah to arrive, if she’d ever really had a chance at all.
Her phone rang, and without looking to see who it was she answered.
“Helenic Naptime.”
Renee woke on her own bed. Her clothes were gone, and it felt so good to be naked. Hannah stood over her, slowly stroking her cheek.
“I know you haven’t remembered much of the day, but once you’re all nicely conditioned you won’t need to forget so much.” Hannah grinned, leaning down to share a quick kiss with lips that hesitated to respond without a command. “Don’t worry, you’re so close. If you can obey this one last task while I’m out making my deliveries, then I’ll even cuddle you to sleep. You’d love to get a good night’s sleep, wouldn’t you?”
Red hair fanned out over her pillow as her head nodded dramatically. Even awake, even conscious, her eyes looked so sleepy and distant. It was getting harder to remember how it felt to sleep.
She remembered sleeping under Hannah’s power, but it was so different. At least, she seemed to remember it being different. The how or the why escaped her, but she was fairly certain that normal sleep only made her feel more rested instead of more helplessly obedient. Sleeping beside, sleeping with Hannah sounded different than that.
It was hard to imagine getting much sleep, but easy to imagine even in that normal sleep her mind would drift further from her own control. Hannah was taking over.
Renee smiled.
“All you need to do dear, is just sit up, and keep this headset in your ear.” She held out a small bluetooth headset and smiled. “I installed a pretty new application on your phone. Don’t worry—you gave me the password yourself. You even helped me test it to make sure it works. All you need to do is stay awake until I can get home, and keep an open mind. Can you do that for me, Renee?”
“Yesssss, Mistress!” Her voice came quick, slurred by her urgent need to please.
She couldn’t remember Hannah demanding to be called Mistress, but she couldn’t remember being stripped nude, either. She wasn’t about to deny that had happened. It made Hannah smile every time she said it in a way that made Renee’s thighs squeeze together.
Hannah helped her sit up, and brushed the hair from her ear. Lips pressed slowly, before Hannah’s voice whispered from so intimately close. “After you do this, you’re going to start to understand the depth of what we’ve been doing to your mind. It’s going to change a part of you forever, and I remember how important consent is to you. So you’re going to have to ask me for it. Ask for me to change the way your mind works forever. Ask for me to make you into a submissive little pet.”
“P-please, Mistress! Please, change my mind, make me a pet, whatever you want! I-I can’t resist how much I need you, how much I need this. You’ve already affected me so much... I... more than anyone else ever has.” Renee’s breathing turned to ragged panting at the intensity of her own words.
It was all true. No one had seen the submissive potential in her, or even begun to explore it. Now she was hooked, and the only thing she could imagine wanting was more.
More of her submission.
More of her surrender.
More of Hannah.
“Good girl. Very good girl.” Hannah nibbled her ear, and stroked along her pussy just long enough to make her tremble and groan. “Sometimes you’ll hear a voice. Sometimes, you’ll hear music. Any time you want to touch yourself... by all means, feel free. The only thing you aren’t allowed to do is take this off of your ear, or move away from your bed. I want you here and waiting for me when I get back. Obey.”
“I-I will obey, Mistress!”
“Good girl!” Hannah spared Renee one last kiss to her lips as she slid the headset on over her ear. “I’m sure you’ll obey just perfectly.”
Hannah set Renee’s phone down on her nightstand after activating whatever program would be turning Renee’s mind to goo. A song that would have been familiar to Hannah could she hear began to play. Fingers began to stroke between shuddering thighs as Hannah left her in her room with a crooked smile.
She caressed her own headset, hidden under her hair as she left the apartment behind.
30.
Hannah stepped away from her last house of the night. She licked the taste of the girl off of her lips and savored the tremors it sent down her spine. Deep in her mind, slave hannah was filling her with praise. Another woman was closer to being how Mistress willed her to be. There was no greater pleasure.
As she sat in her car and began the drive back home she almost regretted that she was not forgetting her obedience.
Mistress wills that i remember, so i remember. Mistress wills that i wear who i was before She claimed me, then i will obey. But all i want to do is to obey. To serve. To lose myself to her will...
The thoughts were heavy in Hannah’s weak mind, but Mistress’s will made her capable of holding them. Why she was still Hannah and aware of her obedience as slave hannah was not for her to worry over. Knowing this truth did not smooth, erase, or correct her thoughts.
It did make them more bearable.
Hannah imagined that her time in the car was not so dissimilar from being in the closet. Her shoes were so easily re-imagined as locked heels. The feel of her gray uniform tightly clinging tight under her uniform in place of underwear was so different from her uniform as Mistress’s “maid” but it was even better. Only slaves were allowed to wear Her gray. It was a uniform that held a mind tight for her pleasure.
i’m just a uniform for the slave in me to wear to please Her!
Her hands squeezed so tightly around the wheel as she let her moan tear unrestrained from her lips. She savored the way her car contained the sound, making it feel so much louder in the tight space.
So much she’d learned to forget teased itself free of the command and laid out across her mind as she lost herself to the hypnotic call of the road. She remembered with such perfect clarity the moans Michelle had yielded as she’d knelt between her thighs and aided the spiral twisting behind her. She remembered Abigail. She remembered Lady, now with enough of her mind to wonder if the plan had been to take her from the start or to see just how well she could behave.
She should have known better than to demean Mistress in front of Her property like that!
Hannah surprised herself with the intensity of the thought. If she had spoken it aloud she knew how raw her throat would feel. Her ears might even be ringing. None of that had been forced from that obedient voice inside of her that used Hannah as camouflage.
Surface level indignation.
Mistress didn’t need her broken down to the level of a thing that existed only to obey to feel that fierce loyalty. Not anymore. The orgasm made her clench around the gray lycra between her thighs with a distant mewl. Her hips squirmed as she drove, careful not to endanger herself in her obedience. If Mistress desired it Hannah could imagine driving into oncoming traffic without a second thought. Without the order, she would merely be depriving Mistress of Her property.
She remembered Renee back in her bed and was glad she was parked.
Having her vision go white with pleasure felt amazing. It did not lend itself to the safe operation of a motor vehicle. A thought came to her from the dense swampy depths of Mistress’s control that she was only allowed such pleasure precisely because it had been safe to indulge her.
Mistress protected her even from her own traitorous pussy.
Renee. i’ve been fucking her mind every time she’s showered. i’m why she can’t sleep. Mistress has been using my voice to turn my best friend into Her possession.
She knew Renee had spent hours with Mistress’s control being pumped into her earpiece. Maybe there was a slave somewhere who operated the software remotely. Maybe it was the same for every slave that found it downloaded to their phone. Hannah had not thought to ask, and she would have resisted the allure if she had.
All that mattered was that Mistress willed it.
She parked, and stepped out of her car with only a brief pause to glance in the direction of their dumpster. The evidence was already gone. She couldn’t imagine Renee digging through the trash, but it still sent hot tingles down her spine.
i made her lose most of an entire day. i hypnotized her, and after so many drugs and so little sleep her mind was like wet clay. It was almost too easy to convince her to go along with the ‘game’ of brainwashing her. Hannah shuddered as she slid the key into their deadbolt. Once, it had kept them both safe from anyone that might come for them in the night. Now it felt like a reminder that Renee should have been more afraid of her roommate than anything outside. Every time she said ‘Yes Mistress’ it wasn’t to me, even if she thought it was.
It was to the woman riding me.
She yearned to fall to her knees at Mistress’s feet and share every ounce of drop of submission that poured from Renee oh so readily. They were for Her, but Her slave had been happy to accept them on Her behalf.
Tomorrow is Friday. Courtney. i’m going to bring Renee to meet Courtney. Hannah shuddered as she locked the door behind her. Renee’s moans were too quiet for any to have escaped out of the door but they were easy to hear even in the doorway. They were wordlessly obedient moans, obeying a compulsion that her mind was too far gone to understand on its own. Hannah remembered times that her own voice had shuddered with that same quality. We won’t need to use an enabler on her.
i’ve already enabled her.
Renee’s hand shuddered between her thighs. She’d long ago lost the focus necessary to move her fingers. That same loss made it impossible to pull her hand away, and made it lovely for her hips to keep faintly moving to try rubbing her lips into her own limp hand. Her eyes were almost wholly shut, crossed, glazed with pleasureful obedience.
Her freckle spotted skin glistened in a delicate way that made Hannah wish she could have been there to be that hand between her thighs. She wanted to be the one watching her, whispering into her ear Mistress’s words.
In moments her Argento’s uniform was pooled around her feet and she was left bare of anything but Mistress’s garment and the headset in her ear.
For now i take it off when i shower, but i hope some day i’ll have an implant. Then anywhere i am she’ll be able to reach into my mind. Oooh that would be so...
Renee’s writhing moans pulled her out of her reverie. She needed her. Hannah wasn’t sure which way that was more true, and disregarded the thought as she nuzzled the redhead’s pale hand aside. Her mouth quickly took its place, lapping and suckling up the juices that Mistress had already coaxed.
Mistress’s words coiled through the wrinkles of Renee’s mind, pushed deeper by the tongue that probed her depths. Hannah wanted to taste the free will in her friend and lover’s mind oozing out. She wanted to swallow it all, and as Mistress’s tool claim it for Her. Her eyes melted shut as Renee’s wet fingers shakily tried to use her hair to pull her mouth closer and drive her tongue deeper. If there was anything she remembered from Mistress’s brainwashing it was how much it made her need more. Now she was the tongue to slake that need even as she made it burn hotter.
Time became a distant concept as she lost herself in Renee’s depths. She imagined what it would be like to see Courtney again. Mariko. The nurse who had given her the needle... it was hard to remember her name. She wondered if Mistress deemed the woman no longer needed one if all she did was attend to slaves. She was less a nurse than a vet for Mistress’s pets.
Maybe once i’ve delivered Renee she’ll decide to keep me, to never make me leave again. i won’t need a name. Oooh Mistress...
As much as all of Hannah wanted to selfishly lose herself between Renee’s legs she remembered what she was tasked to do. Renee was to meet Courtney after a night of rest.
Mistress wanted her eyes to be bright and shining with obedience.
With a parting kiss to her clit Hannah pulled away and delicately removed Mistress’s device from Renee’s ear. The woman groaned, and tried to press it back into her ear without actually moving. She didn’t want it gone. Hannah shuddered, and stroked her ear soothingly before spreading her taste along the curve of her sensitive ear.
Hannah’s arms pulled Renee so tight as she reached between the wall and her mattress to disable the quiet discordance that had haunted her lover’s nights. Soon they were laying together, with Renee’s face nestled into Hannah’s chest. Fingers played along and through the locks of crimson with a gentle tenderness. Renee was too lost to awaken from her trance without succumbing quickly to the warm embrace of true slumber.
Her lover was content to merely stroke and caress as she savored Renee’s slowing rhythms. Their height difference felt so emphasized as the smaller woman seemed to try burrowing into her larger lover the more deeply she drifted.
As she curled closer, so too did the arms holding her squeeze tighter. Lips pressed to the top of her hair. Renee remained asleep, but her quiet coo of pleasure quickened the fluttering of Hannah’s heart.
Mistress had granted her the perception to see the sexual creature her friend had always been. Mistress had not been the one to show her that Renee was beautiful. Hannah worshipped the woman she had bent to her Mistress’s will with gentle caresses and a loving whisper. She didn’t think the words before she spoke them, she merely allowed them to flow.
She whispered how beautiful Renee looked flowing down the restful river she’d been yearning for all week. She whispered that she had always loved Renee’s beautiful hair, her gorgeous hazel eyes, and her friendly smile. She whispered every warm loving thing that she had ever wanted a lover to whisper to her. With nothing left she found new things that she imagined Courtney would have whispered to her after their shower together had either of them any control over their own thoughts or the impulse to show affection beyond that which Mistress compelled from them.
“Obeying Mistress is the sweetest gift that i could have given you. i hope Mistress will let me see what a beautiful slave you become for Her. Of course, if She demands me to forget you, i will. i’ll cum and beg to forget more if it would grant Her more pleasure or help me obey... but obeying Mistress’s will has made me love you more than i ever would have imagined. i’m glad that i was able to give you to Her for you, and for Her.” Hannah kissed her hair again, and closed her eyes.
Soon she’d be reunited with a woman she’d been programmed to believe was her lover. Even if she knew that it was a lie, that didn’t make it any less true. It was Mistress’s lie for it to be her truth.
That made it even more true.
Imagining Courtney’s blue eyes smiling as she opened the door made Hannah’s breath catch and her heart beat faster. Courtney. She’d be so happy to meet Renee, and so understanding that she’d fallen for the redhead so quickly. When she’d suggest they spend the weekend together she knew Courtney would give a grin and say yes as long as Renee didn’t get to keep her clothes on.
She wondered if Renee would object, or move to obey the woman who had brought her lover to their Mistress with a press of a button that sent pretty lights across her mind. Would she still resist and need to be triggered?
“If you do, i promise i’ll be gentle, Renee. i’ll be so gentle, unless She commands me to be rough, and then i will be rough.” Hannah sighed, feeling her mind struggling to hold onto the will of Hannah that Mistress desired to stay in the moment. She could feel slave hannah both ready to subsume her, and yet keeping her from giving in to the selfish desire.
She wondered how much of Hannah resembled the Hannah of a week ago, and kissed Renee’s forehead again.
She slept, and dreamed of Hazel eyes, and Mistress’s self-satisfied laugh.