The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

6.

The way home feels so much different. I wait at the bus stop, but it’s not… all of me. My body is all here. Mistress left that completely intact. Not even a piercing, or a tattoo marks me as Hers.

I can still feel the place where Her crystal pressed between my eyes as both a hollow place and a collar that is so easily tugged by the leash She wears around Her neck. She let me have a look in the mirror before I left just to see that there was nothing different physically. To everyone else I look the same. Nothing changed.

Mistress just stole a part of my soul.

That’s all.

My thighs clench tight. I can feel the gold squeezing my mind, holding me, dangling right above Her breasts. It feels so… sooo… good. It’s a more clear feeling than the green flame. I can think. I can see the rest of reality. I just know who is in control even when I’m thinking for “myself”. Everything is for Her. I would do anything because She wished it done. She is my purpose. My Goddess. I might make a new ritual just for her after I’m all ready for tonight.

I’m going to meet Simone after work. She’s going to be so happy. Mistress has been missing her for so long. I don’t know why things didn’t work out between them last time, but…

It’s my purpose to make sure they work out this time. Mistress loves Simone, or just lusts after her. It isn’t my place to judge or care what my Mistress feels or wants. She wants Simone. That’s more than enough reason for why She should have her.

I still love Simone. If Mistress is going to give her this, why would I want to fight it? Nothing feels as good as this feels. Simone will never need to feel lonely again.

Maybe Mistress will wear Simone around her neck, too, and we can spoon at her neck for the rest of our lives. My nipples tingle and pulse at the thought. Feeling our souls rub together all day long… what could be more intimate than that? And over Mistress’s skin! We’d be so lucky.

When the bus arrives I flash my pass and smile proudly as I move to a seat. I still don’t recognize where I am because Mistress hasn’t told me to, but she instructed me to know the way home. That’s all that matters to me. I need to get home. I need to prepare for Simone. For tonight. Her instructions pulse and tingle in my head like the divinely inscribed instructions that they are. She asks so little and rewards me so much each moment that I dream of being worthy of obeying her.

Yesterday when I woke up I didn’t know magic was real. Today magic made me the slave of a Goddess. Such a beautiful, powerful Goddess. I’ve never cum so hard. I would tell everyone to seek out Her divine truth if She hadn’t told me that was to be a secret.

No one can know that I’m Her slave. Especially Simone. Simone is powerful. She isn’t as powerful as Mistress, no one could be, but that’s no reason not to be careful.

I pull the cord before my stop without even realizing where I am. It feels so good to not know. It feels so… hot. All I have to do is let the words in my head tell me what I need to do. I don’t even need to think about how to do it. I don’t need to worry about forgetting a single detail. Mistress didn’t just whisper it to me, she whispered it into the piece of me she took out.

I wish she’d taken more. Maybe if I obey Her well enough She’ll take everything so all I can feel are Her divine instructions. I can’t imagine anything more… perfect.

Hopping off the bus I don’t bother with my usual cry of thanks. The bus obeys its tasks just as I must obey mine. I wouldn’t need thanks, just more opportunities to obey. The bus is on constant route, always moving, always going to the next place it needs to go without care of why.

If my Mistress weren’t such a wonderful Goddess I would be more than a little bit jealous.

Now I know where I am. The loss of the shroud Mistress placed over my mind makes me whine, but knowing that I have more to lose to my Goddess makes me tremble and moan. I can almost imagine my eyes losing all of their color to that crystal, turning a milky white without even need for a pupil as I obediently followed my Goddess’s decrees. I’d lose myself in a mirror, masturbating whenever She had no use for me.

Unlocking a deadbolt is so hard when an orgasm is shuddering through my body. I manage to keep it from making me scream only by focusing on the hollow between my eyes. Mistress’s tight golden collar squeezing around my mind makes everything easier.

As soon as the door is locked behind me I shed all of my clothes. I want to be skyclad in Mistress’s power. My mind is naked for Her. Making my body follow suit feels so fucking good.

The clock on my microwave informs me that I still have plenty of time before I need to meet up with Simone. I wish it could be sooner. Mistress has been waiting so long. A few hours is hardly any time at all, but I want to give Her what She wants!

It doesn’t help me obey Mistress to pout, so I let the compulsion slide out of that hollow in my forehead. My lips curl into a smile all on their own. This is what love feels like.

Kneeling down I grab out the small plastic baggie Mistress gave me, and proceed into my kitchen. From over the counter I can see my living room, and my latest unfinished painting looks so lonely. I can see all of the missing colors and lines, all of the little details that aren’t yet and long to be. Simone loves my art. She would be sad that this piece might never… might never…

You are a slave, Allison. Obey.

When my vision fades back in from white, the first thing I feel is how wet I am from the orgasm that made me fall. Mistress’s will is so strong. I must obey. It feels so… good… to obey.

I pull myself up and look to the painting again. It’s just a canvas. Whatever beauty it could hold pales next to serving Mistress’s will. Putting it aside will show Her how worthy I am of being nothing more than Her pet. It makes me grin. Setting aside my passions is just one more way that I can give myself to Her.

Thankfully some of my other passions are useful for Her. I know She already had plans for how to send any magic-lacking slut at Simone, but when Mistress found out that I could cook She decided to take advantage of it.

Checking the ingredients off the list in my head I giggle as I exclude cinnamon for the bag She gave me. Cinnamon rolls without cinnamon isn’t exactly the same, but Mistress assured me that these will taste even better. I don’t doubt it at all. I wouldn’t even if I could, but I’m so thankful that I’ve lost all capability to doubt Her. That would make it harder to obey.

Mixing ingredients, especially when one of them is the half tablespoon of whatever special spice Mistress gave me, feels so good. I imagine that I’m stirring Her control through the rest of my mind, and it makes tender places inside of me squeeze and shudder.

Mistress has such perfect control over Her slave.

Every step of the process, kneading, rolling, cutting, rising, setting them in the oven, is another step closer to giving Mistress what She wants. I lose myself in each step, thankful that I need both of my hands to cook or I’d be a quivering pile of whimpering lust on the floor in no time.

Once I have nothing to do for the half hour the food needs in the oven I have time to worship Mistress. I find every candle and candle holder that I have, and set them on every surface of my living room that I can trust to hold them. Mistress is my Goddess of everything, so it only feels appropriate that I should channel everything inside of me to Her. I light each candle one by one, and then place a mirror on my coffee table before falling to my knees in front of it.

My eyes are still as blue as the crystal, but if I focus on them with my hands between my legs it’s easier and easier to visualize them losing all of their color. It’s easier and easier to feel the gold squeezing so tightly around my soul.

“Mistress… Mmmmm Goddess who owns my soul, Goddess who made me her helpless and obedient slave, I… I… Ooooh… d-dedicate my will to you, m-my self to you... m-my… everything… to you…!”

I don’t know if she’s watching me, listening to the rest of me from the piece that she controls, but I can still feel the heat of her breast. I focus on that warmth as I rub my slick fingers along my clit, and let the moans shudder from my lips. “M-mistress… MMmm whose magic makes… everything I’ve ever practiced or known look like meaningless games… I… pledge myself as y-your obedient servant!”

The stain I’m making on my carpet feels sacred. The more that I rub, the more my hips shudder, the harder it is to focus and stare at the blank expression in my eyes, the better all of this feels. I’m just a simple tool with what made me in control pulled out and worn around a Goddess’s neck. All that let me make choices and decisions for myself belongs to her.

Good slave. You please your Owner. Mistress is so very, very pleased.

“Oooh, th-thank you Goddess! Thank you Mistress!” Her words in my mind white out everything else. I cum, and savor how powerless I feel as it shakes through my body. I can feel her control filling my pussy so… perfectly.

I dive my fingers in to feel that control, and howl in pleasure at how empty it makes me feel. So obedient. So thoughtless. All that drives me is Mistress! Mistress controls my every desire!

My lips are too busy twisting with moans to form words, but I know Mistress can feel my devotion pulsing deep inside of my soul. I move my fingers as quick and deep as I can, willing my eyes to look emptier, to lose more of that blue, to fill that crystal around her neck with more and more of me. I know that I can’t, I’m not magic like Mistress or Simone, but I can use what magic I can to make my mind more properly obedient.

Mistress told me that I would do this, and then made me forget until now. This was all Mistress’s idea, once I told her about how I ended up in Simone’s bed.

I told Goddess all of my secrets and I didn’t even remember until she let me!

I tremble and clench around my fingers, so melty and lost as I cum again. All of me is dripping and pouring out more and more as I rub and grind. Mistress’s lips press to my soul, and I can feel it when She lets Her tongue tease along the very tip.

Wet hot lust dribbling over everything that I am and I scream until I can’t scream anymore. So intense all I can feel is Her tongue, and my pussy squeezing and shuddering.

Candle light flickers and dances as I lay on the carpet, shuddering in the afterglow. It’s so hard to know if she just stopped or if that was hours ago. My forehead tingles, and when I reach up to rub the hollow with a wet fingertip it makes me shudder harder for the memory of how her crystal felt there.

Mistress took a piece of my soul… I never would have imagined that would make me cum harder than anything else in my life, but it does. It feels so perfect, so good, so right to know that I don’t own myself anymore.

The timer dings.

It takes me a moment to realize what it means, but then I pull myself immediately to my feet and suckle my fingers dry as I make my way to the kitchen. My body is still shaking and quivery-weak, but I only have one choice for what I must do. Mistress’s will must be done. Simone’s treats can’t be ruined.

They’ll help me prepare her for being Mistress’s yummy little treat!

I pull the rolls out of the oven and set them on top with a dreamy sigh. So glad I found that quick recipe online. Just two hours, and my little surprise for Simone is all ready. By the time they cool it should be ready to meet her down at the shop.

Mistress didn’t think much of how Simone has been keeping herself busy. I think She was sad. Such a powerful sorceress, lowering herself to sell trinkets to women like me.

We both think she deserves so much better than that.

I don’t think Mistress will make her go back to work tomorrow. I don’t think that Mistress will ever let Simone step foot in that store again. It feels so good to know that I’ll get to help make Simone’s life better.

Then I remember that Simone might be able to smell Mistress’s lust clinging to me even if I can’t. She’s magic. She has all sorts of senses that I don’t.

It makes me sad to have to wash that wonderful perfume away, but nothing is more important than obeying Mistress. I shower, and as much as having my obedient body covered with soap tempts me to indulge again and rededicate myself to Mistress until I can’t stand… that might make me late. I wouldn’t want to worry Simone.

I’d much rather help her obey.

7.

“Allison!” Simone’s arms wrap around me and I sigh as I melt into her embrace. For a moment it’s almost like there’s nothing in the world besides us. Lovers, reunited after a day apart due to the cruel necessities of modern living. I would have spent the whole day with her, catering to her every need, kissing her every chance I got if she hadn’t had to go to work.

But I’m only here, and I’m only able to feel like that because of Mistress. It makes me smile and squeeze Simone that much tighter.

My lover is helping me obey my Goddess. Is there any way that this romance could get any better? I’m the luckiest girl alive. “Simooooone. Sorry if I’m a little bit late, but I made up for it by making you an extra special present! It’s in my backpack, but we can dig in as soon as we get you home.”

Does this make me look clingy, making her food so quickly after we hooked up? I hope not, but thanks to Mistress that won’t matter soon enough. Thinking that makes me… mmm… quiver. She doesn’t notice, and that almost makes me moan.

“Oooo, presents already? You know Yule is still like… a week away, right? Oh. If we’re dating I should probably grab something up for you, too… Are we dating?” Simone is so cutely uncertain. Her lips twist to the side. Her eyebrow raises. She sinks a little bit more down against me as I squeeze her tighter. I’m so glad that I get to help make it so she’ll never be uncertain again.

“I guess that’s up to you! I know that after last night… and this morning… I’m eager to stay as close to you as I can. So I guess that we can call that dating.” I wink, and giggle at the way it makes her eyes light up behind her glasses.

It never occurred to me that a sorceress wearing glasses feels sort of silly. Couldn’t she just magic up her eyes? Would that have made her stand out?

Being discreet didn’t stop Mistress from finding her anyway.

She blushes and squeezes me tighter before taking my hand and leading me away from the store. “I guess we’re dating then! I haven’t really had a girlfriend since I had a really bad falling out with the last one about… five years ago…? You weren’t the first woman I’ve spent any time with since, just… she made it a little hard to trust people even when I could convince myself that she wasn’t just waiting for a moment to jump from the shadows.

“Have you ever had a relationship like that? I really, really hope not. She was a really fun woman when she was happy, but if you didn’t do what made her happy, well… you regretted it, a lot.” Simone sighs and squeezes my hand tighter.

Normally hearing the crazy ex-girlfriend story so early into a relationship might make me worried. Her explanations about the magic community not being the best to hang around might have soothed that a bit, but it doesn’t matter to me at all. Mistress said to make sure Simone was perfectly happy. I can’t make her happy if I’m worried about our future or being judgmental.

Instead I just stroke my thumb across the back of her hand and rest my head against her shoulder. Her place isn’t far enough that we’ll need to hop a bus or take a car. Walking hand in hand is so nice.

It lacks the paralyzing feeling in my will that Mistress’s magic touch shared, but the warmth of her against me is enough to make up for it. Besides, I can still feel the gold squeezing around my soul and the warmth of Mistress’s breast. I wonder if in some small way Simone can feel it but isn’t aware of it. I think Mistress would like that, so I like it too.

“No, no I really haven’t. I’ve been lucky, what few relationships I’ve had were pretty light. No real heartbreak. Not a lot of deep intimate feelings either, but I can’t say that I ever had one turn into a stalker so I guess I’ll take that as a plus!” I grin, and squeeze her hand tighter.

Simone sighs, and presses her lips to my forehead. She’s so warm. Not just her body temperature, but definitely that, too. She’s just so… warm. She makes it feel like we’re already in front of a fireplace instead of out in the cold of a snowy city on our way home. “Definitely a big plus there… and hey I’d say the two of us have been pretty intimate on the feelings department. Maybe we could stand to get closer, I mean who couldn’t in a relationship, but I’d say we’re making pretty god progress towards being a rather serious thing!”

It almost makes me sad that we don’t matter as much as Mistress.

“I’d say so, too! How does it sound to you for me to just bring over all of my art supplies the next time I visit? Your apartment looked small enough that you wouldn’t really be able to move, but I think that’s a fair trade off.” I giggle, and lean up to kiss her cheek.

Mistress’s control is so powerful that I can be her helpless slave and still keep my personality perfectly intact. She’s wearing a piece of my soul around her neck and no one can tell.

I feel like I’m walking around without panties, or pants, and with a gold chain around my waist holding my clit in a delicate clamp. Only no one can see. I’m so exposed and helpless. It’s even hotter that no one can see. No one can save me. No one can give me back my will.

Simone doesn’t even know I’m squeezing her hand tighter through another orgasm.

“I think we’ll wait for the first month to start talking about things like that, if that’s all right with you. I like you- don’t get me wrong? I’m just getting used to this whole feeling safe dating thing again. So you’re going to need to have a little bit of patience.” Simone giggles and rubs her hip against mine. She really has no idea what’s been planned.

After all this time, I’m her attempt to trust again and already I’m betraying her. It wasn’t my choice, and Mistress lets me remember that if I could still make choices I would be screaming and sobbing for her to run… but that doesn’t really matter anymore.

I can only remember that so I know how to properly interact. I’m only even still the same Allison that Simone met because that’s important for what Mistress desires.

Simone not knowing that this is turning me on so much shouldn’t make it so much better but it does.

“Okay, I think I can wait a month… but only because you’re too damned hot for your own good.” I wink and giggle. We’re already so close to her apartment. I can’t wait to actually live out the daydreams I’ve been having since I left my apartment. Mistress said the stuff was pretty potent so she wouldn’t need much, so I can only imagine how fun she’ll be to watch.

Just a few bites and then… Mmmm…

“Thanks, Allison. That… really means a lot to me. You’re a real sweetheart. I really made the right choice.” Simone smiles like the sun she is and squeezes me tighter.

If I wasn’t already melted inside for Mistress, I’d be melting for her.

The rest of the walk to her apartment goes much quicker. She talks about work. I lie about the progress I made on my painting. It isn’t all lies. I did work on a piece of art today, it was just helping Mistress make me into a piece of living breathing art. That’s the same if you squint.

Squinting is so easy when it means being obedient.

Every step I can feel Mistress’s fingers stroking rewardingly along the blue crystal. She knew when I would be here, doing this. She’s watching. Waiting. It makes me feel so vulnerable in the best of ways, like spreading my legs in front of a window.

Mistress makes me feel like a slut in the best possible way.

“Well, here we are!” She locks the door behind us. She doesn’t use whatever trick Mistress used to make it so much safer. I couldn’t have escaped if she’d left to take a shower with me in front of the door. She really resisted using so much magic to keep herself safe and none of it mattered. Mistress must have known right where she was all along. She was just waiting for Simone to lower her guard. “I guess I have a lot to share, huh?”

“Oh yes, so incredibly much to share… But first you have to get a drink to go with the snack I brought! Cooked it myself, just for you!” I set down my backpack, and grin proudly as I pull out the Tupperware container tightly packed with not-cinnamon rolls. “Tada!”

Her eyes widen before her tongue traces over her lips. They’re so smooth… It would be hard to resist wetting them with my own wet lips if I wasn’t so eager to see her wrap her lips around her extra special treat. “You… wow! You really didn’t have to do… this… But I’m really happy that you did! Sure, I’ll get a couple glasses of… I don’t really have anything fancy to drink, just diet coke really… Want a glass?”

“Oh that sounds fine to me! You might want to grab a plate too, and a fork. These are a little bit sticky, even without frosting!” I almost want to tell her to get a pillow she can fall on too even knowing that the spice isn’t quite that dramatic.

It would be so fun if it were, but I really don’t want Simone hurting herself.

Simone disappears into her kitchen, and I squirm in place as I try not to be too obvious in my excitement. Thankfully I’m pretty sure I’d be squealing at the chance to share my cooking with her for the first time even without Mistress’s encouragement. Plenty of my eagerness can drip through.

She returns with two glasses, setting them down on the same coasters from last night. The cocoa we shared was so special. Getting to top that so soon is amazing.

“It really is sweet of you to make these, like… I can tell you didn’t just buy them from a box, and I wouldn’t have minded if you’d just brought yourself!” Simone is beaming as she uses a fork to help pull out one of the rolls and sets it on her plate. I wonder how fuzzy headed she’d get just licking her fingers.

“Well, last night was just really… special. It meant a lot to me that you were willing to share so much of yourself with me. So I wanted to share a little more of myself with you.” I take a long slow sip of cola, and try not to let my arousal sneak into my voice. “Go on, try it!”

Her hips actually wiggle as she brings the roll up to her mouth and takes a delicate bite. The very moment it hits her tongue her eyes widen and I’m glad it doesn’t look too weird for me to squeeze my thighs together and wiggle. Even if her eyes aren’t starting to hood or turn faintly glassy around the edges this moment feels amazing. She likes it! I would shove my tongue down her throat if I wasn’t ordered very specifically to avoid ingesting any of the special spice myself.

Mistress has my soul hanging around her neck, but my body is still just as susceptible as Simone’s.

“This is… really good! Yeah, no doubt this is homemade now. It has that… something special that you just don’t get from a package. That whole secret ingredient feeling to it.” She takes another bite, and if Mistress’s gold didn’t feel so tight I’d be biting my lip to hold back the moan instead. “Is this a family recipe or something? It’s definitely special either way… just curious!”

I want to tell her just what the special ingredient is so much. Mistress’s control is so tight that it can still manage to hold me back. She’s already had enough it’s only a matter of time, but I’m not to do anything else until she shows the signs.

Mistress’s orders were so very specific.

“Oh, it’s actually just an old vegan cinnamon roll recipe I found online a few years ago. Good for making sweets on short notice. Anyone can make cookies on the fly, but not everyone thinks of making cinnamon rolls.” I wink, and take another long slow sip.

She’s already taking another bite. The spice probably isn’t that good all on its own, so I’m going to take credit for that. “Well… you make it really… well. Good. I like it a lot!”

If avoiding magic wasn’t why I’m sharing baked goods it would be so fun to see it affect her eyes in some more dramatic way than it will. Maybe that blue along the rims of her irises could turn gray, and then her pupils could turn a dull white. It would look pretty with her golden frames. She’s always so pretty.

“Thanks, Simone… That really means a lot to me. But you were going to tell me about magic, right? I sort of… ate a few before I put them in the Tupperware, so you can have as much as you want. Don’t hold back on my account! It makes me really happy to see people I… care about… eat my food.” I take another sip, and feel the blush on my cheeks almost as intensely as the gold squeezing around my every action.

Maybe having part of your soul ripped out of you makes it easier to be honest about how you feel since you don’t need to make any real decisions for yourself. All I know is that I really do love her. Almost as I love betraying her.

Simone blushes a little bit too, already over halfway done with the second roll. “I’ll keep that in mind! But yeah, there’s… well a lot to tell. I’d teach you some, but the first thing to keep in mind is that only some people have the knack for it. Usually they start accidently making magic happen when they’re… kids. Somewhere between like… seven and ten years old…?”

She blinks a little bit slower, her smile turning a little bit softer. Almost shy? No… more… embarrassed. “Mine started slipping out when I was nine… sort of a late bloomer there, but when a sorceress found me she said I had a lot of potential, and that made me really happy… But that really isn’t important. Sorry, I’m sort of… I dunno, today might have taken a lot out of me. I’m happy to keep rambling, I just feel kinda… slow? So I might… repeat myself a bit or…”

Her eyes are starting to look so shiny. She can’t quite seem to keep her lips together after she’s done talking, like she forgets to draw them closed again after they’re done moving. Her voice is quieter. Softer. I scoot closer, and wrap an arm around her waist to pull her even tighter.

Simone sighs and leans against me as she takes another bite. I smile, and press my lips to her cheek. “That’s fine with me, Simone. All you have to worry about is enjoying my cinnamon rolls. They do taste really good, don’t they? Like if you just kept eating you could just let the taste take everything else away? I made them like that just for you, my sweetie-Simone. Just for you.”

Another bite disappears into her mouth. I squeeze her tighter. Her body still feels strong, but she doesn’t feel as sturdy. She melts against me a little more with the faintest of sighs. “They are really, really good… You mentioned before you cooked but… I mean everyone cooks a little…”

I’d be hurt if I didn’t know she was being melted away by my cooking.

“That’s okay, Simone… I’m not offended.” I stroke along the back of her hand, and help her take the next bite as I stroke my other hand along her hip. She always feels so warm, but she feels even warmer now. “After all, I didn’t tell you that I cooked things like this. I didn’t tell you that I love it when the woman I love does nothing besides focus on eating the extra special treats I made just for her. So it’s totally fine.

“All you have to do is just enjoy it, sweetie. You’re the wonderful, powerful, sexy sorceress. I’m just the little artist-chef sharing a little taste of what I can do. I’ve already felt some of what you can do… so it’s only fair you let me share with you, isn’t it?”

“Mmm… yeah… only fair… Mmm you know your voice is really… soothing…? Like… Mmm when you get all husky like that it sort of… MMmMmmmm…” Simone moans, and parts her lips when I hold up the next roll for her to nibble. She’s ready for me to obey Mistress’s whims, but that includes making her even more receptive. She needs more to be really ready…

Watching her chew fills me with such a naughty thrill. Every little bite she takes is making me feel more obedient, and from the way her eyes are hooding I’m pretty confident they’re making her feel more helpless. Helpless to resist Mistress.

My Goddess is going to be so very pleased…

“That’s just for you, too, sweetie… My soothing voice…? Is all for you. It’s all to help make your meal taste better. To make your meal help you feel better. So, so much better. Because all you need to focus on is the taste. The feeling of that sweet special spice making you feel so warm with my love. Because you know that’s the secret ingredient. My love. How much I love you. How much I care about you. How much I want to share my everything with you…

“And all you need to do is just eat. That’s right… swallow… then take another bite. Be so careful to chew… And taste. Feel that taste as it teases along your tongue. The heat of my body, holding you. You don’t need to do anything else. It’s so easy not to do anything else.” I moan into her ear, giving it a slow, delicate kiss as I press the roll against her lips.

She bites down, and I let the next moan roll from my lips. “That’s right… So easy to just take that taste and swim in it. To swim in the sound of my voice and let it drown out everything else. So easy to just let me take care of everything… including you…”

“Mmmm take care of… me… of… everything… including…” She moans again, and takes the last bite from my fingers. Her eyes are closed. Her breathing is so slow and even against me. I nibble on her ear, and savor the sound of her sleepy groan. Every last little bit of her mind has to be swimming in those yummy sweet drugs. I’d be so jealous if what I was feeling wasn’t so much more intense. Maybe later I could have just one…

But I’m not done yet. Mistress needs her ready. I can’t stop. It isn’t my choice.

This time when I cum, and my body shudders against Simone, I don’t have to hold it back. She moans with me, and falls all the more limp in my hold. All of the strength in her firm, toned body is gone. I lick just under her ear, as if I could taste it have dripped out with her thoughts.

All I taste is the warm salty flavor of her skin, but that’s still so incredibly delicious.

“That’s right, sweetie… and all you have to do, is just let yourself go. Let go, and let me take care of you. Let me take care of everything.” My hand falls from her hip, moving instead to feel along her thigh. The hand that was feeding her before holds her cheek, stroking in the same slow, delicate way that Mistress stroked my cheek when she told me what to say. “Because it’s just too hard for you to do anything like think, or move. You’d much rather just sink and feel my warmth inside you.

“You’d rather let me take control. To let me take all of those heavy burdens you carry off of your shoulders, so you can just moan and enjoy the flavor. Enjoy my voice.” I cup between her legs, and even through her jeans I can feel how warm she is. “Enjoy my touch.”

Her whimper shudders, and the only word she can seem to make her mouth shape is “enjoy.” All of the others are too broken with sounds closer to whining.

Each sound makes my thighs clench.

I slide her zipper down, and ease my finger in to press her wet panties against her pussy. She sucks in a sharp gasp of air, and I press tighter. Her hips raise up to meet my finger with the lazy thoughtlessness of a sleepwalker.

Her moan is so pitifully needy. She barely even sounds awake, but her need is still so intense. I stroke lower, pressing the cotton into her drenched warm body before matching her moan with my own into her ear. I could pull off her clothes and kneel between her legs, but that isn’t what I was told to do.

Instead I moan into her ear again, but this time with words. “Feel that flavor… in your mind… and between your legs. That flavor, swallowing you, enveloping you, filling you, so that all you have is that flavor blocking out, gumming up, wrapping everything else up… So every time you try to think… try to move… try to do anything at all… all you feel, is that flavor, squeezing, rubbing, stroking, at all of your most tender places. Feel that for me… obey.”

“O-o…o-o-beeeeeeey!” Simone hisses it out like it were a holy word, or some sacred spell that she’d never been allowed to use before. If any part of her was still thinking, this is where she’d snap out of it and do something.

Instead she keeps clenching her thighs and rolling her hips even when I pull my finger back. I take my time cleaning her taste from it with my mouth. I want to memorize it.

But I have one last task to obey before I’ve finally showed Mistress how obedient I can be. I pull away from Simone and leave her moaning on the couch. Her clenching and shuddering barely seems to notice that I’ve left. The flavor is still right where it should be.

Every small step to my jacket traces intricate patterns of heat in the hollow between my eyes. I moan, and quiver when I pull out the phone and dial a number that was whispered into my soul.

“Mistress... Simone is ready.”

8.

When She reaches the door She doesn’t even knock. She kisses the crystal, and with a moan I rise from my knees and open the door. Mistress looks so radiant, even if I find it hard to look away from the gold and blue hanging around her neck. It’s like a magnet, calling to me, whispering all of the things I might have thought or said.

But those don’t belong to me anymore.

Mmmmm…

“Good work, my little pet.” She moves past me, and I close the door behind Her, locking it without need for Her command. I know what She wants. It isn’t Her duty to remind me. “And Simone is just as I hoped she’d be. Good. Hello little sweetie-Simone!”

Simone whimpers, but all she can manage is to shudder her hips more. Her glasses have fallen half off of her face and are resting crookedly on her nose. The flavor is still sealed in so tight. Because of me.

I kneel beside Mistress, eagerly awaiting a chance to be useful to her again. This is why she chose me, but that doesn’t mean she’s done with me. I’ll be obedient to her forever.

“It’s almost a shame she won’t be recovering until it’s already too late for her. Oh well. At least she gets to keep all of her soul, unlike a certain little pet I could mention.” Mistress grins, sliding her fingers slowly through my hair as she watches Simone. “You did such a good job. I think I’m going to like having you around even after my Simone remembers her place.”

Even without all of my soul I can put the pieces together. Mistress is who Simone was afraid of. She was the reason Simone tried to use very little magic and just blend in.

I wonder how many of the girls she thought about going after before were on Her radar.

Mistress slowly caresses along the curve of my ear. Her affection feels good beyond words, and all I can do is sob amidst the moan it tugs out of me. “Y-yes Mistress! I live to serve! If there’s any way that I can help her remember…”

“No, no you’ve done a wonderful job. For the talents you possess. I watched it all through your eyes, you know. As my lovely Simone lost herself in those lovely little snacks. Sometime soon I’ll need to have you make a batch with actual cinnamon. I have a feeling they’ll make a lovely treat.” Mistress’s words make my clit shudder more than if Simone’s tongue had flicked the tip. I couldn’t hold back the moan if I wanted to. “Mm. Yes. You are fun.

“But not the fun I came here for, and Simone always had a strong constitution. That’s why I had you make sure she took so many. You’d probably have been fine with one or two.” She taps between my eyes with a wet finger, making my ass wiggle against the floor. “Even with all of this where it’s supposed to be.”

I can almost feel Her finger press into the hollow. It doesn’t, but it makes my skin bend in a softer version of how it did for the crystal did. It almost makes me cum. I want to feel Her tongue there.

She steps over to the couch, and I follow close beside her. Simone looks like a wet dream. Her skin is sticky and shiny with sweat, matting her hair to her face. Her glasses have half fallen and are crooked on her nose. Her panties are so wet, and her smell so intense.

I hope I didn’t give her too much. I don’t want to hurt her…

Mistress’s hand cups Simone’s cheek, and she hoods her eyes. “I’ve waited… how long to touch you again? I was younger then. Foolish. I let you get away. I won’t do that this time.

“This time I’m going to keep you. Forever. But not like the simple rabble you would keep for yourself. I won’t steal your soul. You deserve better than that, even if you abandoned me.” Mistress removes something from her coat. It looks like a spider web made of gold, with a beautiful green gemstone at the center. “Perhaps not much better. But enough to help you obey.”

A choker. She places it around Simone’s neck, and her eyes open wide. Her pupils turn green, the very same gorgeous shade of green as Mistress’s. The color bleeds over her irises and leaves her pupils black again. Her irises pulse with green light as her eyes hood and fall shut again.

Her thighs squeeze together so tight. Simone moans, coming to sit at attention so fast her breasts pleasantly bounce at her chest. Mistress takes them in her hands and kneads. Even through one of her sweaters I know how good that has to feel. Simone moans, and the green in her eyes glows brighter, enough to cast the light across her face for a long moment.

Mistress grins.

“I know you always looked down on this sort of magic, sweetie, so I’m holding myself back from burning out the parts of your mind I don’t like all at once. Making it so you can’t even think of leaving me, of being without me in your life… It would make things easy, but I think given your powerful mind you’d eventually learn to hate me for it. And I don’t want you to hate me.” Simone doesn’t reply. She just moans, and the light in her eyes flickers with her moan.

Green… her eyes are as green as the flame she used to melt my will when I still had any.

“It’s really too bad, you know. I could make it so you never remembered leaving me. So you remembered always how deeply and madly you were in love with me. But you. Only you. You’d find a way.” Mistress straddles Simone, and I almost cum just from seeing them both so close.

Mistress prepared everything for this. When she kisses Simone, and their bodies mash together, I can feel both of them through the crystal. Simone is so… green, smooth…

I can feel how little her mind is working for her, but that it isn’t as empty as mine behind the green wrapped around it. She’s helpless, but her will… it’s still there. If the woman binding her wasn’t Mistress, she might have a chance to fight it. Her will is so much stronger than mine.

“Oh Simone… things could have been so different. You and I could have had everything we ever wanted together. But you had to start thinking of the peasants as people. Had to start getting scared by how I liked to actually enjoy myself. Had to start ruining my fun.” Mistress kisses Simone again, harder, and the green surges even brighter.

“You still won’t be able to leave me. But I’ll take my time reminding you of our love. Reminding you of who you used to be before... Before your head started to be filled with such stubborn wrong ideas. Because I love you, Simone... and I refuse to be without you.”

They moan together. Mistress gropes and grinds at Simone. Simone moans, unable to do more than enjoy a Goddess’s affection. I’d be jealous, if making this happen wasn’t my purpose.

9.

“Eileen…” Simone moans as she finally awakens. We’re in Mistress’s home, kneeling together infront of Her bed. Mistress brought us here, but then She had something She had to do. I don’t know what that is, but I’ll know when She’ll be back when my soul stops feeling so far away. “Oh… Oh no. Oh I… I let my guard down for a minute and this…”

“It’s okay, Simone. Mistress will be back. She said to tell you She loves you very much and can’t wait to be home. She missed you so much. I’m glad that I got to be a part of helping you two get back together.” I smile, and rest my head gently on Simone’s shoulder.

Mistress is my owner, but Simone is Her lover. I’m to obey her so long as it does not allow her to escape, or endanger Mistress.

She joked that if it were anyone but Simone, or me, she would add in a bit about not endangering myself. Then She laughed until I couldn’t hear her any more behind the closed door.

I might not have all of my soul, but even I know when someone is being cruel. I hope that maybe, just maybe, I can find some way to make Her happy with me so She doesn’t laugh like that about me again. Maybe it was more a joke at Simone’s expense, but I don’t like how that feels either. I love her.

My Goddess and my lover are together again. That feels like something that just should be, even if I know I shouldn’t want this. I should want to be the one with Simone, but…

“Oh no, this is not okay, Allison. I knew she was still out there, but I never thought that she was still… obsessed. Fuck.” She reaches for the back of the choker, and screams when a bright flash of light shines where her hands meet, and from her eyes. “And now I’m stuck in this thing, which is doing who knows what to my brain. And what did she do… to you…?”

I kiss the back of her neck, and squeeze her so close. I tell her everything. There’s no reason to be dishonest. She knows all of this magic stuff anyway, and I love her.

So I tell her about the crystal. I tell her about the cinnamon rolls. I tell her everything, and hold her as close as I can the whole time. She shudders, and soon is holding me just as tight. Her clothed body feels like such a contrast to mine. Mistress said soulless dolls don’t need to wear clothes at home, so I don’t think I’ll be wearing them again unless She sends me out on an errand she’d rather not do herself.

Simone’s eyes are full of tears a she kisses my lips, and then all over my face. “Oh… That… Fucking… NNNnnnngh!” She screams, and even with her eyes shut tight I can see her eyes glowing green through their lids. “I can’t even insult her. Great. Thanks, Eileen. Thanks. I fucking love you too you psychOTI-NNNaaaaagn!”

She tries to fight through it, but the magic inside of her is too strong. Even for her. “Please stop hurting yourself, Simone… Mistress said She’ll keep me!”

“Oh. Great. She’ll keep you. So I can look at you and always know I’m responsible.” Simone sighs and slowly shakes her head. “No. No we’re… We’re getting out of thisssssssss!” She keeps the word on her mouth even as she screams, and I kiss her to try making her stop. I kiss her hard and force my tongue inside of her mouth to soothe the pain from hers.

Mistress said taking care of Simone and showing her all of my love was my duty while She was gone. I’m so thankful that she cares so much about Simone to give me such a wonderful order to follow. This is something I would do even if she wasn’t binding up my will on a gold necklace.

Simone tries to stop me, to push me away, to not kiss me back, but when I start to cry she relents. Her tongue dances with mine, and soon her arms are pulling me into her lap. My tears stop the instant she kisses me back.

I can’t fail both Mistress and Simone…

“Shh…shhh… It’s okay, Allison. It’s okay. I’ll… try to stop hurting myself. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just… this isn’t… I don’t want…” She lets her sentences drift off when the green starts to pulse in her eyes and her voice turns sharper. The moment it starts to hurt. For me. I feel guilty, even as I feel so happy that I’ve both obeyed and spared my lover pain. I don’t want her to hurt. I want her to feel good.

She shouldn’t be in pain when this is what I want. Well, what I’m told to want. They aren’t the same thing. Not really. Mistress hasn’t said they’re the same thing. What I want is what she tells me to want? It’s confusing, but I know that I must obey. Need to.

That makes the end result so much simpler.

I kiss her cheek softly, and let my lips linger. She’s so warm. I hate tasting the wetness of her tears. I’d rather be tasting the wetness of arousal. I can still remember feeling it on my finger.

Mistress loves her. I hope She’ll help make Simone feel better. I want her happy...

Simone kisses over one of my already drying tears. She really is so kind and warm. Even if Mistress stays so cold, as long as She lets me be here with Simone I know that everything will be okay.

“Look… What she… What Eileen did to you… It’s… It...” Simone’s voice starts to hitch as her eyes quiver. I kiss her again. This time she doesn’t push me away. She holds me and kisses back. It’s not the bright cheery smile I want, but it’s better than watching her cry. “Okay, I get it. No more letting myself wallow. It hurts you. Hurting you right now is… the cruelest thing I could ever do. So I have to do something better, huh? Then… what would you like to do?”

Simone and I chatted lots of times at Magically Yours, but we never saw each other anywhere else. I didn’t drop by that often. So when I can tell there are gears moving behind her green glowing eyes that means it has to be obvious.

“I’d like… something that would make you happy! Anything that would make you happy. Mistress told me that was my job… but I love you, so I’d want that anyway!” She tries to hide that saying that twists a knife, but she doesn’t recover quickly enough. I’m going to need to reign that in.

The worst part is that I think it hurts because it’s mutual.

“That’s… not a bad idea… Uhm. Last night. When I showed you my magic…” Simone’s brow scrunches up, and I try very hard not to frown. Being emotional is hurting her right now. Instead I very gently kiss where they meet, and she giggles. “Thanks, Allison… But really when… when I did that. You really… gave yourself to it. Are you… usually so submissive? It’s… important. Really important.”

“Yes.” My cheeks burn. “I didn’t realize it because no one had ever been so… overpowering? But thinking about it now it’s always been there. I like being told what to do. I really liked it when you told me what to do.”

“Good. Good I… I was hoping for that. Okay. Let’s… Did she tell you what I’m not allowed to do?” She taps the front of her choker with a weak smile. “I know a bit about how things like this work, and I’d really rather not learn all of the corners of the yard if you know what I mean. Her sense of humor feels like it would gel with her educating you…”

I nod, and kiss the tapped spot on her choker. Emotions are too much for her right now, but maybe affection isn’t. “Anything that gets you outside, or away from Her, is restricted. Her home is your home now, too, so you can go anywhere you want. Mis—…She said She’ll bring your things… soon. Specifically soon.

“You can use your magic, except to do things she doesn’t want you to do. She really thinks you’re an incredible sorceress and doing the world a disservice by letting your skills languish. She also said to remind you that She loves you when you asked.” I frown. “Sorry.”

“No, not your fault. That’s… that’s good.” Simone smiles, and for the first time since her eyes turned green it’s a smile that makes my heart flutter. A real, genuine smile.

I really hope it isn’t the only one that I’m going to see from her.

“Okay. I can work in those limitations. Sorcery is all about being creative. Clever. Come on, Simone. Gotta figure out a way to make things work without frying your own brain or making your girlfriend sad…” Her eyes almost look like they’re burning with an inner fire. I wish I could help her, but all I can do is obey.

Mistress said She could see through my eyes. If She can, then there’s no way Simone has a chance if I stay here watching her, listening to her. But being away from her would be disobedient, since I wouldn’t be ready to please her.

My head hurts.

“All right… I only get one try at this, but the longer I wait…” Simone takes a deep, slow breath and lets it out with a heavy sigh. “Am I allowed to use my magic on you, Allison? And if I wanted to, and it would make me feel better, would… would you want me to? Be honest.”

“Yes!” I nod my head almost violently. “Please. If it will help you feel better, please use your magic on me. Do whatever you want to me.”

That might have been worse than saying “I love you” but I’m desperate to have a purpose. It was never a problem before, but now the thought of just sitting here failing to have any active use makes my heart go crazy in my chest. All I have is my ability to obey. If I lose that then everything falls apart on top of me. And if that happens, Simone will be sad.

Simone takes another deep breath and holds her hand between our faces. “I’m not sure how this is going to turn out, so I have to tell you now that I love you, too.” I smile, and try not to cry. I think she’d know it was the good kind of crying, but I don’t want to take the risk.

Then she snaps her fingers and the green flame dances in front of her eyes. Her green, too green eyes. It’s hard to know where to focus until the flame starts to dance and pulls my eyes in. Now I can’t look away.

Like before, the flame flickers and dances, but unlike before I know what it can do. I know how it feels. The hollow between my eyes quivers, and the flame seems to grow brighter.

“F-focus on the flame, Allison… Put all of your focus on the flame. L-let… nnnn… Nnnnoth… Nnnoooothiiii… Nothiiiing elsssse break through b-but my words!” Simone starts to whimper, but then the sound is sucked away by the flame dancing inside of me Burning and melting inside of me. It melts in through my eyes, and I can feel it filling that empty place so…

“R-reach between…” Silence, but I can wait an eternity as the green flame burns brighter and hotter. “Between… your legs! R-rub as the flames dance, a-and listen to only my words!”

It’s a hot, powerful feeling… even as it makes me feel so helpless and weak. My pussy shudders between my legs, and I stroke along my slit with mindless focus. I moan, and arch into my own touch as the flame burns deeper between my eyes. It’s so hot, so powerful, and the more I feel it the more I feel less empty and more… more…

Full.

“I-I’m filling you with my power… with my magic… A-and… Y-you won’t have to worry about anything… Anything at all… J-just… k-keep… Stroking. Rubbing… A-and…” The flame keeps me company whenever Simone’s voice drips away. It flickers and surges, but it stays so impossibly bright and hot.

The flame is as warm as Simone, as… warm as… as…

My hand shudders between my legs and I moan, even if I can’t hear the sound. It’s harder to… everything. The flame keeps melting, dripping me away, and it makes my nipples feel tighter. It’s harder to remember how to move my hand, but it’s easier to just drip.

So easy to let my body shudder and drip…

“A-all you need to do… Is just… let go… and let me t-take control, and everything will be so… so much better. You just need to l-let go of everything… Everything… And I can help you…”

I don’t know what help that I could possibly need help for when all there is just perfect green flame, but it’s so much easier to just let her take over. It’s good to give her words… me.

Impossible to do anything else but just… obey her pretty green flame.

I moan, and feel everything that isn’t beautiful green fire and its strong commanding voice melt out of my pussy.

10.

“Sigh. I should really have known that you would put all of your hopes into one futile attempt at setting your girlfriend free even though she wouldn’t even be able to unlock the door. You’re too predictable, Simone. Terrifyingly powerful, entirely too forgiving… but predictable.” Eileen… No… Mistress sighs and shakes Her head. “But if anyone should know you as well as I do, it is me. After all: I’m your soul mate.”

She steps closer and smiles, tossing Her jacket over my head and onto Her bed.

I called Her Eileen. I don’t know-

Shake your head and forget the confusing feeling. Be a good girl.

My head throbs and I shake it to clear the feeling away. Whatever the feeling was. I only know that it was… confusing. Having it gone makes it easier to smile eagerly up at Mistress.

Simone is slumped in front of me. Drool shines at the seam of her lips, all down along her neck, and over her chest. Her eyes are opened wide and glowing such a dramatically bright green. She’d look in pain if she looked like she was even there at all.

I almost hope she isn’t.

“But here you are, Simone. I really was going to try doing this slowly you know. Give you a chance?” Mistress sighs as She bends over and strokes through Simone’s hair. It’s such a gentle touch. It almost makes me jealous. No, it does make me jealous. Mistress owns me, but She wants Simone so much that I don’t even register.

It’s hard not to imagine myself ending up in a corner covered with dust and cobwebs.

“It can’t really be helped. I know you triggered her programming to tell you what would make the choker burn your synapses. I promise I’ll make you the happiest little love sick puppy there ever was.” Mistress kisses Allison’s forehead, and pulls her up into her arms from the pitiful slumped mess.

Mistress seems to know what’s going on and she isn’t worried or I would be panicking right now. Simone’s body is more limp than it was when she was wasted on not-cinnamon.

Back on her couch at least her arms and legs moved a bit when I pulled away. Now, even lifted from the floor into Mistress’s arms… She barely even looks like she’s breathing. She must be, but she doesn’t even curl her fingers or blink. Whatever is in Mistress’s choker must be so powerful.

She’s an even more powerful sorceress than Simone.

Mistress sets her down on the bed, and I watch as She adjusts the pillows to help keep her upright. Even without a hint of the passionate woman inside Simone is still beautiful. It’s almost painfully cute to see her looking like a little girl who stayed up so late she fell asleep with the television on. Simone didn’t even own a television, but the way her eyes are dimly glowing remind me of that ambient light. She looks peaceful, in a heavily sedated way.

Her head cutely rolls to the side in what looks like an all too painful way at least three times before Mistress finds the right way to position her. I’d help, but I think Mistress’s love of Simone demands She be the one to tend to Her lover.

“There… You’ll probably be out of it for the rest of the day, and a good portion of tomorrow. But when you recover…” Mistress leans close to Simone and whispers something into her ear. It’s hard to imagine she can hear Her, but Mistress would know that better than me. I don’t know how any of this works. Mistress kisses Simone’s lips with a raw passion that almost looks painful. She moans, and Simone doesn’t even twitch.

For a moment, there’s something in my head like… laughter… but then it’s gone, and I can’t… can’t…

You won’t remember, it was just your mind being silly. Be a good girl.

I flutter my eyes and quietly mewl. Good girl. I want to be a good girl, and that means… I… don’t… remember? Thinking of that feels green, but…

I…

What was I thinking about, anyway?

I’m going to blame how sexy Simone looks with her body splayed out for Mistress to admire. Mistress is enjoying it too, just watching her and licking her lips. I think She could stay here for a week and just admire. So could I.

“No helping that, I suppose! But that doesn’t mean that we can’t celebrate, Allison. I have my love back, and an obedient little doll. What isn’t to like about that?” Mistress grins. Seeing her so happy, feeling Her so happy from the crystal’s position at Her breast makes my heart flutter. She’s so beautiful, so amazing, so lovely, so…

Ooh and She wants me to help Her celebrate. I love Her so much, so… so much…

Something inside of me tenses, but I don’t know what it is. I rub between my eyes without knowing why. The feeling ebbs and I let out a relieved sigh as I look up to Mistress from my knees.

Her green eyes almost seem to shimmer she slides a few loose locks of blue hair out of her eyes. Mistress always keeps her hair up. I wonder what She looks like with it down.

Doubtlessly so lovable and elegant…

“Let’s give my tired love some room to rest. Come with me, my soul torn little doll. Mm you know I’ve never done that before? Finding just the right stone isn’t an easy matter, but this was the perfect occasion. You should be honored, Allison.” Without the command to rise, and with the welcome softness of the carpet under my hands and knees I follow at her heels on my hands and knees.

Her long elegantly curved legs are covered with dark stockings that look like they’d be so fun to nuzzle and kiss. “I am so honored, Mistress! I’m so happy to be the first you did this to!”

“Not the first I enslaved, obviously. Resale is too tempting, and ordinary women don’t tend to hold my attention for long.” She pads over to a rather plush chair and sinks into it before extending Her leg out over my shoulders. My gaze is naturally sent right up her skirt, to the damp spot of blue between Her legs. Her scent makes my head swim. I can remember her familiar taste on my tongue like I was drowning in it yesterday. So many years of that taste being such a constant… “Not that it’s your faults, of course. You can’t help being so mundane. Especially after you’ve been broken. That’s hardly fair.”

W-wait years? I only-

It just feels like years because she has you so tightly wrapped around her finger. Be a good girl.

I… like a familiar voice in my…?

Of course it just feels like years. I really do need to adapt to being a doll. I want to be the best doll that Mistress ever had! “If there’s any way that I can be more for You, Mistress, please tell me! I want to please my Goddess in every way I can!”

With Her leg on my shoulder I can’t resist nuzzling for long, and spreading gentle kisses all the way to the end of the stocking. It feels so good to worship the woman I love and obey.

“Ooh… That’s certainly a good start. You have a nice soft cheek, and a yummy pair of lips. It really would be a shame to sell such a well broken pet.” Mistress lets out a sound of pure contentment as Her nails stroke through my hair before grasping tightly and pulling me in to Her stained blue panties. “We didn’t really have time before for you to show me how you make love, did we? But with nothing to do about Simone needing rest…

“Pleasure me, Allison.” Her lips burn against the crystal. Her wet smooth warmth burns through every inch of my being, and something in the hollow between my eyes shudders harder than I do. “Show me what an ordinary girl can give to another woman when her soul has been stolen away.”

“Yes Mistress!” It’s hard to find the words to respond when my desire to obey is so strong. I must lose some time between my words and my tongue delving into Her pussy but I don’t care. She tastes like love and obedience and everything I ever wanted.

Her moans make Her lips tremble against the crystal, and every flick of Her tongue quickens mine. Nothing exists outside of Her taste and making Her scream. Somehow I already know how to earn Her loudest moans. They’re so familiar, and make such loud moans fill that place between my eyes even louder than Mistress’s hot wet tongue.

Everything is a deep green blur as my mouth moves in ways She loves that I can’t even describe. One moment my lips are tugging at her inner lips, my tongue probing deeper… and then I’m flicking at Her clit, and suckling gently to coax out trembling groans.

It’s such an impossible feeling to question, and so much easier to let my body flow with the strange impulses shuddering through me. It’s almost like there’s someo-

No. No. You can’t have that thought right now. Eli-Mistress is all that matters. Be a good girl for me. Please!

I… can’t… what…

Pleasure bursts between my legs wet hot and sticky as Mistress is in control. I don’t stop, and Mistress has only been pulling me in tighter as my mouth works whatever magic is flowing through me. I can’t wait to see how this new feeling reacts to Simone…

Time loses all meaning when I’m not even the one feeling in control of my own body. Mistress never had a doll like me before, so maybe this is her desires flowing through the crystal. I can feel how aroused She is, how much She’s loving the way my lips are trembling with my every moan, and the way my tongue is swirling and flicking…

I’m being such a good girl.

Mistress’s cries of pleasure are so divine. Her choker destroyed parts of Simone’s mind, but she’s still so hot, so sexy, so… good. She’s so lovable, so… powerful… so…

Her fingers pull my mouth away and up. Our eyes meet, and I shudder with my hands shuddering at my sides. I would masturbate if I had the force of will to make my own decisions. With her looking at me, watching me, holding my hair in her hand… all I am is what She wants me to be.

So perfect.

“Mmm that’s… that’s quite enough. You’re a fast learner after all, Allison…” I’m not sure what she means, but I know that if it’s important for me to know she can whisper it right inside of me. “Only one woman ever made me cum like that. And I’ve been with so many women… but now I’m all nicely worn out. That means that it’s time for you to make yourself useful in another way.

“You’re good with food, right? I want to eat like a queen tonight. Between taking care of my affairs and you and my Simone where I want you… I’ve worked up quite a hunger.” Mistress laughs, and it makes my hips quiver. I already fulfilled one hunger, another should be simple.

She releases my hair, and I rise up to my feet. “Mmm I obey, Mistress.” She waves me away and I find my way to Her kitchen. Mistress already used my cooking to get Simone, and now I can use my cooking to make Her happy. Something feels nicely symmetrical about that. Without an order of what to make I’ll need to look around, see what she has, and figure out something…

When I open up her fridge I’m delighted to find it’s full of green. I could make her a really nice sa-

No, need to find something else. Keep looking. Be a good girl.

I moan and…

And…?

I close the fridge and go through a few shelves. Marinara… and I can see some pasta on the counter. I could make her some spaghetti, if she has the right things sitting around I could even make the sauce really special. I look around and grab down a few with a smile. That should… should…

That one. You need that one too. You need to use so much of it. You won’t read the label. You won’t remember it. You don’t need to remember. You just need to be a good girl.

My hand reaches for it. It’s hidden in the back of a shelf, behind so many other things like it’s for some special occasion. I should probably ask-

No! Goddess, no! Just obey! Just be a good girl. Don’t think. Just obey! You know this is what She wanted you to use!

I… somehow I just… know that this is what I… what She… I…

I grab out the spice, and let my body pour far too much of it into a small mixing bowl. It seems like too much but… Mistress… My Goddess wanted me to do this. I don’t question it. I just obey. I don’t think, I just… obey…

It feels so good to obey Mistress, to be a good girl, to be thoughtless, and let my body move on its own.

Whatever is driving me moves through all the right steps like it’s reading how to do them. Not the way that I would, but like reading a cookbook. Only it’s for more than just the cooking, but for how to make me move. I watch the pasta boil as I mix the sauce with those spices. There’s so much of them, so thick, but somehow they still blend in and smell so… good. Fragrant. It almost makes me feel faint when I break through the feelings of being immobile to inhale.

But then I can’t move like that anymore, so it doesn’t happen twice.

Watching water boil takes forever, but it’s easier when I can’t do anything else and all I want to do is get Mistress’s dinner done as quickly as possible. She’s hungry, and I want to satisfy her.

Once the food is finally done I tremble with the need to not inhale too deeply as I serve it into a bowl. After a bit of parmesan I carry it out to Mistress and quiver at Her pleased grin.

She’s barely moved. It looks like She’s spent the whole time just savoring the afterglow. “Mmm pasta, dear? Lovely. You continue to prove yourself as a very resourceful slave. I’m definitely keeping you, even if just in a closet. I’m sure we can find enough uses for you to justify taking up all that space.”

Mistress laughs. Something about it is so much happier than all of her other laughs have been. That makes me feel better than it probably should, but I don’t care. I love Her. She’s my Mistress, my Goddess, my Eileen… Eileen… I…

Just hold on a little longer. Be a good girl. Let the thought fade.

I flutter my eyes and smile as Mistress eats so elegantly. She even points her pinky up into the air as she nibbles. She inhales so deep and… I tremble.

Something is… inside of me. It’s like a sheet is being tugged around me and all I can do is clench and shake too little for Mistress to see. The feeling inside of my head is so intense I feel like I should be shuddering and quivering out of control but something is holding me tighter and tighter so it’s hard to move to do more than just breathe.

Mistress’s eyes are starting to droop, but she doesn’t stop eating. “Mmm… This is really quite… something. I’m surprised you could make this with what I had sitting around. You really are a good chef… Mmm…” She takes another languid bite and my thighs shudder at how full it makes her lips look. “I think you’ll be out of that closet at least three times a day. A woman does need to eat, and a sorceress should eat the best there is…”

“Of course, Mistress!” My lips move, but I’m not the one moving them. Whatever’s inside of me is digging in, squeezing tighter… “I hope that You enjoy all of it! Please Mistress, eat as much as You like! I’ll be so happy to make You more!”

She grins, but it’s a lazier and lazier grin as she takes another long slow inhale of the scent. Her eyes look like they’re staring further and further away. Her head lightly shifts side to side, looking less like She’s trying to move or get comfortable or something and more like She can’t quite hold it up right. It reminds me of how Simone looked when She was trying to set her on the bed.

Poor Simone, I really hope she wakes up soon…

“It would make Your slave so happy if You would eat all of it. Every last little bit. Your slave made it to show You her deepest obedience and desire to please.” Whatever is inside of my head squeezes and pulls me down to my knees. I can’t even cry out, but I don’t want to. It feels good. “Please, Mistress.”

“So eager to please, even when I’m not reminding you what you are with a tug at the leash that trails off between your eyes…” Mistress laughs. It’s so quiet. Delicate. She interrupts it with another bite. Her eyelids look like that must feel so heavy.

She can almost barely keep them open…

“I am Mistress’s slave, and I wish to fulfill her every need. Mistress should relax, and allow her pet to please her. Just relax. Eat. Let your slave take care of your every need.” My voice sounds different now. Firmer. More in control, while I’m more and more helpless as things squeeze inside of my head. Things that feel so… green…?

Hot, like fire or…

“It feels good to just indulge yourself, Mistress. That’s what you want. That’s why you claimed Simone for your own. That’s why you gave her that collar to burn love and desire into her mind the more she fought it. You love indulging yourself. You want what you want, and you won’t let anything stand in your way… So why not just let your slave give you everything that you want. You can just eat, relax… I can rub your legs, your feet. Take care of your every need and desire.

“All you need to do, is eat.” I’ve never been so turned on by the sound of my own voice. I remember using it to make Simone’s eyes roll back into her head and flutter, but that was so different.

My voice is so strong that even Mistress can’t fight it. Her eyes flutter almost shut, and She just keeps taking more and more of the long noodles into Her mouth along with so much of that sauce.

I move forward, holding up the bowl in her hands when Hers grow so weak that it seems too heavy for Her to hold on Her own. The bowl was nearly full, but now there’s almost nothing left. She’s less and less elegant, having to try multiple times to get the pasta around her fork before it finds her mouth. “Mmm… yes… mmm eat…”

She sounds almost as lost as… no… more gone than Simone did on my couch.

When the last of the pasta is gone, my body starts to rise. I want to ask what’s happening, or why I’m doing this, but I can’t use my lips and why would whatever is in my head be able to reply?

“Now you’re going to drink every last little drop of sauce so I can make sure that horrible, horrible mind of yours never has another thought on its own.” I straddle Mistress too fast for Her to react, and the bowl is tipped back. So much red sauce, pouring into her mouth, over her lips, over her cheeks… that scent, so strong even when I’m not able to inhale…

Mistress’s eyes go wide, but they look like they can’t focus. She struggles under me, but She doesn’t have Simone’s strength. She’s too weak to fight back, moaning as She swallows so much of it down.

“Much. Better. So much better. I love you, Eileen. I really do. Just too bad you had to be an amoral bitch.” I scoop up all of the sauce from over her face with my fingers, and hold it between her lips. “Suck, Eileen. I want you to clean up every last little drop. Every. Last. Drop.”

She hisses an acknowledgement, and I watch caged behind my own eyes.

“Really sorry about this, Allison. I’ll explain and make it up to you as much as I can. I promise.” My voice talking to me… does this mean that I’m losing my mind?

More than I already know that I have, that is.

I look to Mistress. Her breaths shudder through her body so dramatically, and her fluttering eyes look so blank. It almost looks like they’re all pupil, with faint rings of green holding them in place. She looks…

Destroyed.

I can’t feel anything from the crystal at her chest besides the warmth of her skin.

“Now, let’s start fixing things. She probably made it so you can’t take off the necklace just in case, so… Rather than risk that…” I get off of Mistress, but she stays right where she is as I move to the bedroom. “But I’m pretty sure she only stopped you from doing this the usual way, by making it your will not to do it. I’d thank her for taking this route if only it wasn’t so cruel to you. Sure made things a bit easier for me.”

Nothing makes any sense, but my heart is still racing so fast from seeing Mistress so helpless. Somehow I was used to do that. I did that? It doesn’t make any sense at all…

I lean in close to Simone. Her eyes are still half open, and she’s drooling from the other side of her mouth now. She looks so cute if still like there’s something very wrong with her. My hands reach back behind her neck, and I fight them as hard as I can. Mistress told me, commanded me! The choker has to stay on! I don’t want to disobey! I have to obey, or she’ll be angry, throw me way… Do something so terrible!

“I promise, Eileen isn’t going to hurt anyone ever again. I was a coward to run away before, but I won’t make that mistake twice.” My arms won’t respond. Soon the choker is falling loose over Simone’s chest.

Sobbing in my mind is all I can do. Mistress is going to be so upset. I don’t want to hurt Simone… but…

My lips melt into Simone’s, and I press my forehead against hers. I say me, but I still don’t have any control over my body. I just watch, and feel the familiar warmth of my lover’s body against mine. She feels so good. I want to stay here forever…

Green.

Hot, bright, blinding green starts to burn between my eyes. The tight sheet squeezing my mind starts to pull back, sucked back into my hollow. I feel weaker the longer that green pulses and shudders. Tingles spread out along my body, making me moan as the force holding me back from controlling my own body pulls away.

All I can do is wrap my arms around Simone and press my forehead harder to hers. The green squeezes me one last time, and then… gone.

Simone breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp, and I fall bonelessly to my knees with my head resting against the bed. Everything is so hard to understand. Mistress feels so empty on the other side of my crystal. Simone is awake, and I feel so empty again, so weak, so…

“Ohhhh… That worked! Hah!” Simone starts to laugh. It’s so loud and ecstatic I can’t help but smile, even feeling so languid and confused.

Mistress’s emptiness feels like it’s pulling me with it.

What am I supposed to do if my Goddess is empty?

“Now, sweetie… I know things probably feel really scary right now, but you just helped me make everything right. So I’m going to let you sleep for a bit. When you wake up, I promise I’ll explain everything.” Simone presses her finger right between my eyes and everything pulses and throbs with so many sweet warm colors.

I can taste her power inside of me, stroking and caressing along the empty places that feel so lonely. So easy to just let everything drift as she fills me up with soft cotton warmth…

“Really, Allison. I promise. I love you.”

11.

Simone said she loves me.

Before I even realize where I am, or wonder what I’m going to do, I remember that. Simone loves me. That makes everything feel a lot easier, like somehow everything is going to be more okay.

“And there we go…” We’re in Simone’s apartment, together on her bed. Simone is sitting over me. My head is in her lap.

I can still feel the place between my eyes, but I… wait, I called Mistress ‘Eileen’. That’s her name, but before my brain just couldn’t work that way. It was something she put in my head. But it’s gone now. Still, I can’t feel Mistress. I can’t feel her gold around my mind.

The crystal falls onto my bare chest, right between my breasts. I gasp, and feel… whole.

“What she did to you… What Eileen did, ripping out that part of you? I can’t fix it. I don’t think it can be fixed. But that doesn’t mean that you’ll be a slave for the rest of your life.” Simone caresses my cheek, and her eyes look down into mine. Tears are quivering at the bottom blue edge of her beautiful gray eyes. “You’ll just need to keep this close. We can get it made into another necklace, one that won’t do what Eileen’s did…

“That was the real nasty piece of work. Taking your soul, putting it in a gem, then giving it reins. I broke her reins.” Simone leans down, and kisses my forehead. A tear drops hot and wet on my cheek. “I’m so, so sorry that this happened to you. I never wanted this…”

I shake my head, and lean up to catch her lips with mine as my hand comes up to hold the crystal against my chest. It feels so good to have it, to be holding it, claiming it, as my lips melt into hers. I’m mine again.

Maybe it’s more fair to say that I’m hers again?

When I finally break the kiss more of her tears are falling, and I kiss them away one by one. “I know, sweetie. Eileen was… That wasn’t your fault. You stopped her, somehow…”

“Y-yeah… See, the whole problem with cutting a piece out of you is that it left a hole. Not a big one, but… big enough. I thrust my force of will where yours was missing. It was pretty hard to pull off on such short notice, but each time I ‘misbehaved’ that choker was burning her more into my mind. Making me love her. Making it harder to remember why that was a bad thing…” Simone sniffles, and I kiss her lips harder.

I squeeze my soul tighter, and quiver at how good it feels to have my own firm hand guiding me. “You fought that for me, Simone. That’s what matters to me. You didn’t make her do that to me… to you… to us.”

Her hand strokes over mine, and then squeezes it tight. “Thank you for… for being so amazing. I don’t know how I can ever make this up to you…”

“Love me? You meant it when you said that, right? Because I might have been controlled, but I meant it too.” I rub my nose along hers, and she nods as the tears start to fall a little quicker. I kiss them away as quick as I can, and wrap my other arm around her. “Where is… she…?”

“Eileen?” I nod, and she shudders. “So when I was… inside of you? Eileen always kept around a lot of very potent spices that aren’t technically magic. They don’t read as it, but they’re cultivated in magical places. The one she made you use on me? That’s just something to make it hard to think. Makes you suggestible. The one I made you use on her? That was her stash of emergency ‘this person needs to go away’. She isn’t waking up. I… took care of that situation.”

A cold spike shudders down my spine, and I nod. Can’t envy her having to do that, even if I can’t really see a way either of us could feel safe knowing she was still out there. That had to be so incredibly hard. They had been a couple, and that choker…

“Thank you, Simone… But how did you…? I saw you struggle so much—“

She presses a finger to my lips, and I delicately kiss the interrupting digit over and over as she speaks. “I loved her before she put the choker around my neck. We were together for a long time, and she taught me so much about magic, and about myself. But I couldn’t stand to watch the way she treated people. Women. So I left. The choker though… did make it a lot harder. But she didn’t count on something.”

I kiss her finger one last time before very gently nipping at the tip. She pulls it back and wiggles her hand. Her smile tells me it hurt just as little as I’d hoped. “What’s that?”

“That I’d love you more… and that I could love someone, want someone, need them with every ounce of my being…” She slides her fingers through my hair, and pulls me up for a firm hard kiss. I shake in her hold, and melt so close as her lips part and her tongue presses insistently into mine. When the kiss ends I feel so dizzy, but so good that I don’t care. “And that I’d throw that away to protect someone that I love and care about form being hurt…

“…I was really trying to be romantic with that, but I feel like I might have missed the mark just a tiny little bit.” Simone frowns, and her pout is so adorable.

With a wiggle of my hips I pull back only far enough to pounce her down onto the bed. She looks up at me with wide eyes, and I straddle her hips with a soft grin. “It worked for me. And that’s what matters, right?”

I should be scared. I should be terrified that all of this magic is so strong that a woman like me can be grabbed away at a bus stop by a woman barely flexing any of her mystic muscle.

Part of my soul is in a crystal.

It’s just hard to be afraid, or scared, or anything but happy when I have Simone.

“Yeah… I think I can agree with that. So… What do you want, Allison? We can try to find someone to get you a safer way to carry your soul around… We can just cuddle… I already talked to Janette and told her that I wouldn’t be able to make it in tomorrow. Family emergency.” She smiles, and I lean down to taste her smile as gently as I can.

“Right now… I just want to be near you. With you. Feel you against my skin, and know that I don’t have to worry about Eileen doing anything to either of us ever again.” I kiss her neck, and she sucks in a sharp breath even before I’m kissing along her ear. “I just want you.”

Simone’s arms around me hold so close, so tight, and all I can do is dreamily sigh at how good it feels to have her strong arms keeping me close. “You have me, Allison.”

I nibble at the tip of her ear, and moan as I wiggle to nestle and rest against her. “And you have me too, Simone. I love you. You aren’t alone. And we’re both safe…”

Tears start to tease at my eyes, and I quiver as I feel her shake against me. For a long time, we just… cry. No words. Nothing but our bodies, and our tears. Our lips find each other more than once, but we don’t do more than kiss, cuddle, and cry.

Eileen was a terrible woman, but she did make Simone happy once upon a time. Simone’s love was bleeding into me the longer her will stayed connected to my mind. I could taste it. Eileen brought us together so much faster than we would have any other way. That doesn’t make it okay, but it means that I can cry a little bit for her too, the woman that lost herself after making so many wrong, wrong choices.

I cry more for Simone having to make that sacrifice, and knowing that a piece of me is trapped inside a jewel.

Neither of us says another word for the rest of the entire night. We share a few smiles, even a few quiet laughs, but it isn’t a time for words. Words can come tomorrow when we’ve rested and feel a little bit more like ourselves again. For now it’s just about being.

Being here, with each other, and knowing that we gained more than we lost.

I try to whisper “I love you Simone” one last time before I fall asleep with my head cradled to her breast, but the words come out as half mewls as the world drifts away.

12.

I kiss my crystal for luck before knocking on Simone’s door. It’s been awhile since all of the unpleasantness and thankfully there hasn’t been more to follow. My soul hangs on a silver chain around my neck, and I’m carrying a brightly wrapped package for my girlfriend. I tried to invite her over to my place to cook and have a big fancy holiday with her, but Simone wouldn’t have it.

As long as we spend it together that’s what really matters.

Just when I’m tempted to pull out my cell the door opens with a panting Simone on the other side. She’s dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt that shows off those strong arms of hers that I love feeling tight around me. Her glasses are half fogged and covered with smudges. “Sorry! I was. Just. Timer went off! Couldn’t let the food burn!”

That explains why she insisted on her place, anyway.

“That’s all right… Here. Happy Yule, love.” I hold out the box, silver-white wrapping paper topped off with a pink bow. “You can’t open it yet though. It’s Yule, but you have to wait.”

“Totally not fair, babe. This thing is wrapped up just begging to be opened!” She gives it a very delicate shake and then raises an eyebrow. “This is really awfully light. I know we’ve only been together for a month, but I told you that I wanted a pony. I don’t think that this is a pony. In fact, I am almost certain that nothing equine could possibly begin fitting—”

Simone has this problem where she just keeps talking. It’s cute? But it would be grating if I hadn’t realized the most effective way to silence her was to mash my body up against hers and lean up to trap her lips in a long enough kiss that she forgets what she was saying.

Works every time.

“So… uhm… present! Right!” Simone steps back to let me in, and then closes the door behind me. “If you sit down, I’ll go… well they need to sit... Cooking takes time, ya know?”

“I keep telling you that I like cooking for you. I mean I like when you cook, but you don’t need to put so much effort into it if you don’t enjoy it.” With a little laugh I plop down onto her couch and gasp.

The moment my ass is sunk into the cushion the opposite wall shimmers and changes from a rather ordinary apartment wall into a beautiful fireplace. I start to peel out of my jacket with how hot its quickly becoming in that pleasant bone-deep way that only fireplaces can really pull off. Having this planned that would explain why she didn’t have the heat on but wasn’t wearing long sleeves. I feel overdressed in my tight sweater and long skirt, but I had to get here on public transit.

A part of me wishes that the fire were green. No, that isn’t just a part of me. All of me wants that. Maybe that’s for later…

“Whaddya think?” Simone grins, standing over me before pressing her lips to my forehead as she sets my present down on her coffee table. “Hiding from my magic wasn’t doing anyone any good, so… I decided ‘who better to share my gift with than the woman I love?’ Well, I asked myself that. And decided I was right. To answer that with ‘no one’ that is.”

I kiss her again, but this time not to shut her up. She does have very kissable lips. “That’s really, really sweet… You are a great sorceress, you know. And it makes you happy…”

Simone’s cheeks turn faintly red. “Yeah, you just want me to magic you up diamonds. Which I might be able to do, but probably bad luck to try that! I really wish I’d planned better, the food is going to take a bit to be ready…”

“Is that…” I breathe in deep through my nose before raising an eyebrow. “Cinnamon?”

“It seemed like a sort of cute way to make something sweet for you to mirror that… Except, you know, without the hard stuff. I used cinnamon. Triple checked it to make sure. I promise!” Simone winks, and I sigh before kissing her again. It is an incredibly sweet thought, though I’m betting she probably used a more complicated recipe instead of just asking me for mine.

She sits beside me, and wraps her arms around my shoulders. Soon I’m resting with my head on her chest, watching the fireplace dance and fill me with half as much warmth as Simone manages just from being near. I can’t think of anywhere else that I’d rather be.

Her curves are so soft, and her happy little giggles as she strokes through my hair make me feel so incredibly loved. “If you want… you can open your present now.”

“Really?!” Simone blushes from her own unrestrained excitement, and I give her a slow nod. Not waiting for me to change my mind she grabs the box up and very delicately pulls the ribbon out of its bow-shape and sets it down entirely too gently on the table.

Then her nails dig into the wrapping paper and shred it like a cross between a jungle cat and a five year old girl. Her expression when she looks inside is priceless. I might be a little bit cruel for planning this, but I can’t make a wall turn into a fire place like she can. I have to be cleverer to keep up with a sorceress who can do amazing things like possess her girlfriend.

“There’s… nothing inside…?” She rubs her fingertips along the inside of the package and I fight to hold back my own giggles as my hands reach behind my neck. “Did you—“

“Sorry, I forgot to put this in there! Silly me!” With a dramatic flourish and a gentle sigh I open my hand over the box. My blue soul crystal and the silver cord it hangs from fall into a shining lump. It feels like it would be more appropriate if it glowed blue instead of just being a blue crystal now that its full of a chunk of me, but it doesn’t. It’s still a rather dramatic shade of blue. Simone stares with her mouth wide open for a long time.

I can still feel it as if it were around my neck. I’ve kept it in the next room as an experiment and been perfectly fine. No sudden loss of will or shutting down like a robot robbed of its fuel cells. If I felt any less me, it was only as much as missing that first cup of coffee.

Giving up my soul seems a lot easier than giving up my drug habit.

“Allison…Allie… I… I can’t do this. I can’t…” She holds the box out to me, shaking her head slowly. “What Eileen did to you was horrific. If I could, I would smash that crystal and shove that blue back where it belongs!”

“I know. That’s why I trust you with this. That’s why I want you to have this.” Gently I push the box back in front of her, and look pleadingly into her eyes. “Eileen ripped it out of me, but you got it back. You saw that I was submissive, that I enjoyed having you in control, so badly that I forced myself on you from just a taste… and even then, when it wasn’t so terrible a thing as this, you tried so hard to resist. For me.

“You’re strong, in ways that I’m not. I know that I could give you my soul, and knowing you could make me do anything… And you’d never once take advantage of it. I can’t forget how it felt to be so helpless. Your control. Her control. I don’t trust myself with this… not like I trust you.”

Her eyes quiver as she looks between the inside of the box and my eyes. “You know this… I could give it back to you, but it would be very hard for you, if not impossible to take this back if you change your mind. You’ll be mine. It won’t just be a little game, or a spell I can turn off or on… If I’m wearing your soul around my neck, even if it isn’t bound up in the same way… I’ll still… A touch, or a firm command…”

This really sounded like a much easier thing when I planned it. I didn’t expect to see that look in her eyes. “Then…” I reach inside, and place the chain and crystal into her hand. “This is yours. To do with how you please. As a symbol of my love… and… my obedience.”

Simone’s lips finally curl to a smile as she reaches out, and gently clasps it back around my neck. “Then… I will claim you. As mine.”

A shudder rolls down my body, and I know Simone sees it. My nipples are bullets against my bra. I’m not sure that she would have been able to hold back that shudder if she was riding me again like before. Oooh I wonder if I’ll ever get to feel that again, her will driving my body and mind like a car. Those times she would tell me to be a good girl and I had to obey…

“But I don’t need your soul to do it. Eileen used powerful techniques because she was a control freak. She could never believe things would work out her way.” Simone’s hands cup my cheeks, and our eyes meeting. “I don’t need that. Not with you.

“You’re a natural submissive, and you want this. I don’t need to wrap you up in a net. I only need to set that submissive bliss inside of you free. And I can do that just fine without your soul hanging like a trophy over my breasts. If being mine is what you want, what you really want… then I’m going to give it to you. My way.”

She snaps her fingers, and… nothing happens. I was expecting the fire to appear over her hand, but it doesn’t. “Simone, I… I appreciate you wanting to do things your way, but—“

“Shh.”

Her finger moves under my chin and slowly moves it to look away from hers.

The fireplace is… green… that sweet, powerful…

Her finger moves away from my chin as I stare. She traces down along the chain, stroking the crystal as my thoughts all start to… sizzle… burn and… pop… starting to…

“You look so pretty like this, Allison… but if I’m going to have you, then I’m going to enjoy every bit of you.” Her voice is like the dancing of that green, tingling and pulsing in all of the right places as everything else keeps becoming more… indistinct…? More… far away… “Disrobe. I want you only wearing your new collar… because that’s what your soul is now. You gave it to me, and I didn’t give it back. Even if no one else could know from looking… that’s a symbol of how you belong to me.”

I moan and rise up from the couch. I can still feel the crystal in my collar at my chest, smooth and solid, but soon that’s all that I can feel besides the warmth of the fire heating my body. My thighs turn slick as I fall back to the couch, knowing that she’s watching me.

“Unlike Eileen… I’m a woman who enjoys giving, as well as receiving. So you’re going to stare into that fire, feel it heat you, warm you... And I’m going to show you how much I love you. Obey, my pretty little Allie-pet.” She spreads my legs with her hands on my knees, and the next thing I know is her warm breath between them. “Happy Yule, Allison…”

“Happy Yule, Simone… Mistress…” Her tongue traces along my slit, and I shudder as the fire melts and burns away at everything that would distract from enjoying the pleasure my owner wants to share with me.

I can only barely think it… but I grin at the thought that my present is as much for me, as it is for her. My musk mingles in the air with the sweet scent of cinnamon.

Mistress’s tongue flicks in pace with the green of the beautiful fireplace she made just for me. I couldn’t ask for more.