The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Camping. We really went camping.” I still can’t entirely believe that I let Stephanie convince me to come out here. It’s probably going to start raining any minute and we’ll have to spend the whole night in our tent before having to drive back into town with a wet tent in my car. “We can tell stories anywhere, but we just had to do it out in the middle of the woods?”

Amy rolls her eyes as she starts setting the wood down in front of the tent to build a fire. I can’t do anything outdoorsy. That’s why we used my car. Amy has tree sap for blood, and Stephanie grew up out in the country so she might not be as capable as Amy, she’s full of random little solutions for anything that involves being inconvenienced far from civilization. I’m just the city girl who lives in computers.

That could have something to do with why this was not my idea and had to be dragged pouting all the way here. But, they’re my best friends. I knew from the moment Stephanie suggested it that by the end of the night we would be right where we are.

Stephanie is like that.

Stephanie grins, starting to grab some of the things we brought out of her duffel bag. I try not to miss my cell or my laptop. “Yeah, we can tell stories anywhere, but where is better than the dark spooky woods only lit by a campfire? And I made sure that we brought lots of marshmallows. There’s no such thing as a smore better than one roasted over a campfire while telling stories on All Hallows’ Eve, and you know it!”

“I do not!” I huff and cross my arms over my chest. “And that’s not me just trying to be cute. I’ve really never done this before. I went camping once, and it rained so hard that my ‘fondest’ memory is it feeling like a year before my hair got dry again.”

Amy sighs, shaking her head as she works some sort of noble-savage magic on what looks like nothing more than random pieces of tree, and lo and behold primal fire emerges from the center. I didn’t doubt that she could do it, but it makes so little sense to me as a concept that it still feels somehow shocking and awe inspiring. Maybe I really should get out more often. “Well, this’ll keep you warm even if it rains!”

“Oh don’t be silly, Amy. This is Katherine we’re talking about. She’s wearing enough layers to keep her warm even if she was at the south pole. She’s more worried about getting wet.” Stephanie pauses for effect as she holds two marshmallows between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing them for effect. “Maybe having you along is more dangerous for her than any of those clouds floatin’ round over us.”

I open my mouth to object, but when both of them burst into giggles all I can find myself capable of doing is pulling the most important part of any hoodie down over my head as my cheeks burst into blushing flame.

So I might be wearing loose fitting baggy jeans, and a shirt under this hoodie, but wearing layers isn’t the part of that I’m embarrassed to be unable to object to on the grounds of truth or anything silly like that. The real problem is that Amy is well... Amy, and I’m a woman with blood still pumping through my veins. I might just happen to like women too, but that really doesn’t feel like it needs to be a prerequisite when Amy is involved.

Some like a woman that when you look at her curves there’s no denying just how much of a sexual creature she is. Some people like a woman with a tight, fit, athletic body that can take quarters bouncing off of all sorts of fun places with arms strong enough to pin you down while she ravishes your helpless body.

When they were giving out figures Amy decided why go for one winning hand when you can go for broke. There’s more than enough of her in all of the right places, and the belly shirts and shorts she loves to wear make it impossible not to notice just how firm she is in so many other right places.

Then she has to be tall. Long legs, Long arms. I’m not tiny, but she’s almost six feet tall. Given my sedentary life style if she wanted to pin me down there’d be nothing I could do to stop her – supposing I was a crazy person and for some reason could even want to try.

The three of us are friends. I’m the odd one out for liking only women, but only by a degree. Both Amy and Stephanie are bi. I’d never be able to convince anyone that knew me that I didn’t have a bit of a crush on Amy, but it’s the kind of thing we laugh about. I’d never do anything about it.

Part of that is because Stephanie beat me to it.

“Shut up, Steph. Besides, we’ve only got one tent and I’m not puttin’ up with the two of you getting some all night while I have to try pretending not to notice. So I might be enjoying the view of your girlfriend in her element, but I’m not used to getting more out of it.” I give Amy a wink, and she gives one back before we both share a laugh. “You, on the other hand? Can’t tell me seeing her in those daisy dukes doesn’t make you wish you could pounce her right now... but you can’t, so there!”

In a moment of childish silliness I stick out my tongue, and we’re all laughing again as Stephanie scrambles over to shove the two squished marshmallows into my mouth. It’s times like this I’m glad that the two of them being a couple hasn’t meant that three of us can’t still hang out together and have fun like we always have.

A lot of people say single people only get lonely when their friends shack up. Maybe those single people are all just really boring? I must be doing something right, because this could have been a romantic get-away for the two of them.

Amy smirks as she shoves a marshmallow into Stephanie’s mouth before giving her lips a quick kiss. “You two are terrible. But I guess that’s why I love you, and why she’s our best friend.”

It would be easy to think that watching them stare lovingly into each other’s eyes would leave me feeling out of place, but it really doesn’t. They’re my two best friends, and I love watching the two of them so happy. It is impossible to be anywhere near them and not know how deeply the two of them care about each other.

Also, it doesn’t hurt that Stephanie is every bit as much a knockout as Amy is. Stephanie might have lived in the middle of nowhere and spent enough time outdoors to at least be accustomed to it, but you would never know it from looking at her. She’s almost pale as a sheet, with skin that looks and feels so impossibly soft that even just looking at her cheeks just makes you want to rub them for hours for the fun of it.

Her raven black hair makes her skin almost glow, which makes that even worse without adding an extra allure to those deep blue eyes of hers. Then there’s the matter of her own figure. She might not have the movie star curves to die for, but her proportions are just so perfect. Perfect handfuls right where you’d want them, and somehow just enough extra in all of the places where Amy’s body is so tight and firm that you just can’t help daydreaming of squeezing her all over.

We were all friends before Amy and Stephanie got together. If Stephanie didn’t have more initiative than Amy and me, I’m really not sure who I would have wanted to end up with. That’s even if we’re only counting who I’d choose based solely on the bedroom.

“Yes, yes we are every bit as terrible as all that, Amy. And don’t be coy. We love Kathy too, even if she doesn’t get to join in any of our games between the sheets.” Stephanie winks to me as she shoves a marshmallow into Amy’s mouth, her finger lingering along her lover’s lips in a slow caress.

My cheeks had almost finally stopped pulsing red, but now all of that is right out the window. Maybe in another world? But here, those sorts of thoughts are just for the realm of fantasy.

Very, very sticky fantasies.

Amy laughs, sighing as she wraps an arm around Stephanie and bending down to rest her head on her lover’s shoulder. “I have no clue what I am going to do about the two of you, but I imagine it has something to do with corners for time out... and possibly oven mitts on your hands stuck there with half a roll of duct tape.”

“Both of you are so mean! First you help her tease me, and then you put me in bondage in the realm of imagination with your only idea of what to do with me being ‘let’s put her in a corner!’ I think I need to find kinkier friends!” I pull my hood back from my face and give Amy the most pitiful expression that I can.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Pleading eyes like that might get you in my girlfriend’s pants! No-no on the puppy dog eyes! Only I get to guilt trip my Amy into taking off her clothes!” Stephanie grins down at Amy before giving her a long slow kiss.

Thinking about it, I guess we do flirt a lot as a group. It isn’t something that feels explicit or pronounced, but something about the smell of the trees, the autumn air, and the crackling of the fire seems to bring out that sort of thing. This really would be a romantic thing to do some evening with someone I loved.

Maybe I can convince Amy to show me how to cast “Fire 1” on wood like she does if I ever find some tech cutie who has a netbook with decent battery life.

“So what do we do now that we’re done treating me like a party favor?” Amy smirks, gently swatting Stephanie in the chest. It’s only a shame that her black t-shirt doesn’t do for her own assets what Amy’s top does for hers.

“Now...” Stephanie grins as ominously as she can before grabbing out another marshmallow, and slowly dancing it around Amy’s lips before shoving it instead into her own mouth. “We wait for it to get dark. Then, the fun begins.”

Amy pouts, swatting Stephanie again, but she only grins more. Really, watching the two of them cuddling like this doesn’t make me jealous at all. I could do this for hours.

It would be really hard for me to resist judging anyone who couldn’t.

“And that was when I realized that the error Lisa had made in her ‘White Picket Fence’ program was an off by one!” I grin proudly, but Stephanie just blinks at me. Amy does much the same, but from her place a little lower with the back of her head resting on Stephanie’s chest. “Come on. It was a program about making the perfect idyllic home, she named it after fences, and she made a... Oh. Right. That wouldn’t be funny to you at all, would it?”

My cheeks burn red as I hide behind a long slow chug of soda. It’s funny to me, but by the time I explained what a fence post error was I’d need to tell the story over again. I need to make more friends that don’t ask why there are two “+es” in C++.

Maybe it could even be that cute girl with the netbook prone to longevity. I wouldn’t mind having my own little, or not so little, nerd to cuddle up to out in the middle of the woods with who got my jokes.

“Noooot one bit! But that’s okay, because your story being a dud makes it easier for me to make a segue!” Stephanie grins as she ruffles Amy’s hair, and gently nudges at her shoulder. Amy whines, but then sits up with a pout that makes her look like she should be the small one here instead of Stephanie. “No whining! My segue is that is finally dark enough for stories and marshmallows! Can’t have you roasting marshmallows from my tits, as comfy as your head is.”

It must have gotten dark so gradually that I hadn’t even noticed. The fire light makes Stephanie’s pale skin have a special sort of rawness to it that it doesn’t really have any other time. Amy’s taut tummy being so illuminated is hardly unpleasant, either.

Maybe I’m not jealous of them because they never call me on my wandering eyes and I don’t even begin to mind being a voyeur on their adorable relationship.

I take another long swig of my caffeine delivery system and grin. “Awesome. And since you invited us out here, I suppose that you’ll be going first while Amy and I try not to burn our marshmallows too bad? You didn’t forget the chocolate or the graham crackers, right?”

“Oh no, she did! Thankfully I didn’t.” Amy pulls away from Stephanie long enough to grab them out of Stephanie’s bag.

I lick my lips, reaching into that same bag to grab out the long metal fork before so eagerly skewering the first marshmallow on the end. It has room for two, but I have enough trouble not ruining one with how often I do this. I’d rather not double the ruined... whatever marshmallows are. I’ll look it up on Wikipedia when I get home I guess.

Stephanie nods with the most wicked grin that I’ve ever seen her make. That may not sound very dramatic all on it’s own, but I’ve seen the grin she gets when denying her girlfriend chocolate until she receives sexual favors. If someone told me that Stephanie had the blood of some form of demon or other dark creature of the night flowing through her veins I would ask them why they were the last person to figure that out.

Amy jabs a marshmallow on her own fork, and a second before sitting back down beside Stephanie who quickly tisks and shakes her head. “Nope! That’s not how story time works. You have to sit across the fire from the one telling the story. At least, when I’m the one telling the story. So shoo, off to sit beside our poor Kathy to keep her safe from bears or something.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know this is an anti-bear marshmallow fork. It gets a plus five bonus against bea—” Stephanie scowls, and I shrink back a bit as Amy sits dutifully beside me.

Stephanie’s expression instantly resumes its grinning state, and I huff. Part of those demonic abilities definitely include some removal from human concepts of emotions and places her in a higher plane in social games against us mere mortals.

“So...” Stephanie shifts closer, and the way the flames illuminate her face, with her bangs hanging over the front of her face makes her look like the quintessential storyteller. It also makes her lips look even more full, though I’m not sure why. “You both know that All Hallows’ Eve, Halloween, is the night where the veil between our world, and the next world... the world of the dead... is the thinnest. That’s what this story is all about.”

Her voice is full of so much intensity that even I can suspend my disbelief. For the rest of this story, there are a bunch of ghosts on the other side of a curtain and today is when that curtain is full of holes. I try not to giggle at the idea of ghosts trying to hang up a new curtain only for it to fall through their white-sheet hands, only succeeding because of Stephanie’s stern expression.

“See, on a night very much like this one, there were two women alone out in the middle of the woods. You see they weren’t the biggest believers in all of that mystical truth of reality stuff, so they wanted to prove everyone else wrong. They were the sort of women that say ‘Bloody Mary’ in a mirror just to make fun of people that get scared by it. Which would be fine. And normally, it was. Because there’s no woman waiting for you on the other side of the mirror. That wasn’t what they should have been afraid of.”

My marshmallow feels like it’s taking forever to be ready. I’m going to stuff my face all night, and I want to get started on the special junk food as quick as I can.

Stephanie doesn’t skip a beat, and her voice really is perfect for telling this sort of story. She’s so good at making it low and sultry enough that listening to it has my libido keeping the rest of me focused right where she wants me.

“So there they were, in the middle of the woods. Maybe it happened in a place like this one, where this time of year it’s more pine needles than dry leaves. Maybe the scent of rain in the air wasn’t as strong as it is here. Maybe it was this exact spot. What matters is that they waited here, together, in the cold and dark. If it wasn’t for the fire they’d both have been shivering, but with the fire, they were both so, so warm.

“The very last thing they felt was cold. Watching the flickers of the fire light up the darkness, watching the way those pretty, bright, warm colors danced, how could they be anything but warm? How could they resist the way that warm dance of flames made it so easy to relax, to lower their guard, to let themselves be lost in that special moment? This was Halloween after all. It only came once a year. They both were so excited to be there, and that only made that feeling from the fire more warm. More meaningful. More... special.”

Stephanie’s voice is really just so... easy to listen to. Almost as easy as it is to feel just what she means about how that fire had to feel. It almost feels a little warm for this hoodie. The fire looks so pretty dancing in her eyes.

“They sat there, so late at night, so deep in the woods away from civilization that were they to look up, they knew that they could see the stars... but they didn’t. They knew the stars would be fine right where they were whether they took the time to look up and confirm their presence... or not. So they chose not. They chose to stay looking at their nice, warm fire. They chose to keep their focus where they enjoyed it most, the warm bliss of the fire that kept them so warm.

“They’d been told to not do just that, to not make a fire out in the middle of those woods so late at night, but there they were. They hadn’t listened to those warnings, not like they listened so closely to the crackles and pops of their fire. Each little sound... pop... crackle... pop... Every little dance of the flames...” Stephanie takes a slow breath, blowing it on the fire just enough to make shadows quiver across her skin. “All of those things just made them more and more... certain. Certain of what they wanted to do. Certain of what they had to do. Certain of their purpose. Certainty, for the sake of certainty.”

Stephanie’s eyes look almost as intense as her voice sounds. I can almost feel myself sweating, even out here in the middle of autumn.

I look to my marshmallow, but only for a moment. It still isn’t ready. Stephanie’s story is really better than junk food, anyway. So much more riveting.

“The more certain, the more sure that they became, the more they knew that they were right. They were right to have come out into the deep, dark woods away from where the rest of the world could see them. They were right to make such a beautiful, lovely fire that did such an amazing job at keeping them both so very . . . warm. Maybe it did more than that, but it seemed like such a trifle to care.

“What would that matter anyway, when it felt so nice to just lounge in front of their roaring fire? Their purpose became a certainty all its own. They were where they were supposed to be, doing what they were supposed to do. Losing themselves in that fire. Staring, deeply, helplessly, into that fire. That hot, warm, intimate fire. And it was such an intimate feeling, too. Alone. Together. So... warm. It had been a cool night when they came, but now? Now they were feeling sweat form upon their brow. Along their backs. Sweat, tracing wet, slow lines to soothe their bodies as the fire melted away their worries, their woes. The sweat should have been making them feel cooler, but it didn’t. It only made them feel warmer.

“They felt each and every breath they took, in, and out, in and out, as that warmth pulsed within them even as it heated their skin. That sweat was a reminder of how hot, of how warm, they felt. It only made it worse. It only made their heat worse. Stronger. More intense. The more they felt it, the more they felt their fascination with the fire grow. The less they bothered to remember those distant stars. The less they remembered any concerns at all.

“Any concerns, besides watching that fire that they felt dancing, swaying, melting at something deep and primal inside of them.”

The fire really is so enchanting as it dances and sways, dances and sways. I don’t know what it could be melting, but it has to be melting something. That’s how fires work. It really does feel so, so warm though.

My arm feels lighter, but I don’t bother to look to find out why. I don’t really want to. The fire Is so much more interesting. It’s so simple, but the only thing I can predict is how warm and soothing it will keep on feeling. I want more.

“And it was so easy to feel, inside of them. Not just warming their bodies, this fire. It had gone deeper, so much deeper. It had already fascinated their gazes, holding them rapt. Spellbound. By gazing at the fire, by being warmed by the fire, they had taken the fire inside of them, and been so blissfully unaware. They didn’t know it was inside of them until they felt it there, flickering, dancing... popping... sizzling... melting... It felt so warm inside of them, so... consuming.

“They watched the fire before their gaze, but as warm as that fire was, there was a much stronger fire inside of them now. Much stronger. Much brighter. Much... warmer. So warm, that it began to sizzle and pop away at the places inside of them that would have cared about that fire. That mystical, magical fire of All Hallows’ Eve had pierced the veil between the rest of the world, and that private, secret world inside of both of those lovely women. They had gone out into the woods, so far away from the rest of the world they knew... and now... the fire was inside of them. Sizzling. Dancing. Fascinating. Melting them away.”

So much sweat... so hot. So warm. Feels so... weak. Can’t look away from the fire. Even if I could, it’s inside of me. I’m not sure if that was my moan or Amy’s. I know I moan after the sound either way.

Can feel everything... melting...

“There was nothing they could do. They had invited the spirit of the fire into their minds. They had invited the spirit of the fire into the their souls. Their very sense of self was a candle, and all of that sweat dripping along their warm bodies was like so much wax. Each little rivulet, another piece of themselves melting away. And by the time they realized what that sweat was, so much of it was already gone.”

So much just... gone... dripping... warm... hot... wax. I moan, or at least I think I moan. I think I think. It’s so hard to tell.

The flame flickers a little more for a moment, and something metal drops. Stephanie makes a pleased sound. At least I think it’s her. So much wax...

“The spirit of the fire had them, now. Now. There was no turning back. There was only surrender. There was only submission to the spirit of fire. Seeking to prove their bravery at the notion of a mystic veil, they had made themselves so vulnerable. So... open. And now they were filled. Filled with fire. And that fire, had but two simple desires.

“The first, they had already succumbed to. To melt. To be warm. To be hot. To feel that wax of their dripping selves melt down along their skin.” I moan, shaking, trembling. It sounds like I moan twice, but my lips only feel it once. “The second desire was now laid bare. The flame’s second desire, was submission. Surrender. The flame desired to live through them, to guide them... even as it drained and melted away their will, their thoughts... their self control. The flame desired them to obey, and as the flame willed, they could no longer resist. You. Can no longer resist.”

Can’t resist... Moaning... Obbbeyy... I must... obey...

“The flame commands you now. The flame controls you. It has melted your waxen thoughts, and dripped away your control. Close your eyes. Part your lips. The fire has but one last gift to give you, and when you taste it, your mind will forever be a slave to that taste. That taste will seal your fate. It will make you a slave to the flame. It will make you an obedient toy for the flame’s desires to guide and command. Close your eyes. Now.”

Eyes melt closed.... Ffeeeels like the flame guiding them, not me...

My mouth falls open. More moaning. Shuddering. So warm. So hot. Taste. Want to taste. Can no longer resist...”

“And now... bite. Chew. Take this taste into your mouth, and feel it give that primal flame the last thing that it needs to claim you. With this taste... you surrender your self. You surrender your control. You surrender. Completely. You become a slave. You become a toy. You become a thing to be used. To be commanded. Bite. Chew. And finally, when you are ready, swallow.”

Jaw moves, so much stronger than I feel... A loud crunch interrupts the flickering of the flames... Sweetness bursts over my tongue. Sweet. Smooth. Runny... Melty... Sticky half-wet warmth slides down my lip, and drips away.

Every bite the food in my mouth feels less and less, but the fire... warmer. Gets so hard to think. Just easier to know. Easier to do. Easier to obey. Can’t resist. Must obey. Desire to obey.

Finally that sweetness in my mouth makes its way down my throat, and my whole body trembles. I moan, and then cry out. Something else melts and drips away. Sweat between my legs. Sweat and something more.

A finger rubs across my lips, and I kiss it with another moan. Feels so familiar. Feels so good. Want more. Want so much more.

“You’ve surrendered. Now, it is time to show your devotion, your dedication to the voice that guides you. The flame has burned and melted so much away, so it’s only right that we replace what’s lost with something new. Something sweet. Something warm. Something special.”

Something cool and metal slides into my hand. Fingers make mine curl around it, and squeeze my hand to make me hold tight. “Open your eyes now, my sweet little pets. Watch those white, pure marshmallows at the end of those long, long forks. Feel the flame heat pure devotion, pure love, pure desire... Making those white marshmallows turn dark, burning into them what you’ve become, what you will become, what you will even more be with each passing moment, with each new eternity.”

My eyes opened as soon as she commanded them to, without thought, without a chance to resist. That’s not who or what I am anymore.

It’s slow, that marshmallow turning from white, to brown... but it feels so satisfying to watch. I can taste it in my mouth already, like somehow it were already there, or had already been there. It makes me feel dizzy, but in such a warm good way.

Brown... so much brown, corrupting that sweet pure innocent white. It doesn’t feel bad, it feels so much the opposite. The marshmallow is being enslaved by the flame. The marshmallow is becoming a conduit for that same obedience, that same warm hot melty bliss. It gets to melt, just like I did, and then soon...

“Good... Nice corrupted marshmallows. Full of my dominance. Full of my control...” She guides the marshmallow away from the fire, and envelops it inside of a graham cracker. I can smell that sweet familiar taste of chocolate inside.

She places it in my hand, and whispers for me to wait in my ear as she moves out of my tunneled vision. I stare at it in my hand, and just watch. Wait.

“Now... devour it. Show your devotion, empower your obedience by taking that corrupted melty drippy warmth inside of yourselves. Bite.” I obey, biting, and moaning at the taste in my mouth as bits run down over my lips. “Chew... Swallow... Take them into your selves. Let that sticky heat replace all that the flame burned away...”

Every bite, every time I feel the cracker, chocolate, and marshmallow fill my mouth and slide down my throat I can feel her control cemented over me. It feels so good the whole thing is gone in what feels like a moment, leaving my hand and lips sticky mess.

“That’s very, very good girls. You’re both mine, now. It was always so hard to just choose one of you, so now I don’t need to choose. Now, every night from now on, I get to play with both of my favorite women in the whole world, and that’s just what they want too... right girls?” That finger rubs down along my neck, down along my chest, and I moan a ‘yes’ as clearly as my lips will let me.

Amy. That’s who moans ‘yes’ too. It’s so hard to know it on my own, but the flame tells me. It tells me all that I need to know. All that I need to do.

“That story... A fire set up in just the right spot... And a taste of chocolate... Mm the perfect witchy little spell.” Stephanie’s voice is so hot. I’ve never heard her sound like this before, but it makes me feel so good. I want to hear more of it. She sounds so... dominant, and I want to obey. I want to obey her. I need to obey her. “Let’s start working on showing those flames inside of you just what you’re going to be obeying most. Hmm... Your tops. I want them gone. Take them off.” She waits just a moment before saying more, my hands already reaching for my hoodie. “Now.”

With that word everything else just dissolves. I can’t move fast enough, but I try as hard as I can to come close. I don’t know where my hoodie falls behind me, or the shirt under it. The cool air feels so nice. I still feel so hot, but it feels a little better now. A little gentler.

“Mmm. Perfect. Each little command that fire makes you obey, by the way? Melts my words into you. Melts your Mistress’s words into you a little more. That makes it so your fire inside obeys my voice. That makes it so it, and you obey me.” Stephanie moans. My thighs clench. “Your bras. Those too. Gone. Toss them away like you never want to see them again.”

My hands have a life of their own, and soon my breasts fall free. The breeze feels even nicer, now. My nipples feel so... so... stiff. Hard. I feel so much wax between my legs. So helpless.

She moans again, but it’s not Stephanie moaning this time. It’s my Mistress moaning. The woman I obey. The woman my fire obeys.

I can feel each flicker of that fire dance the heat closer or further away from my bared chest. I arch my back, trying to feel closer to that fire. It feels so good, and it makes Mistress purr louder so it must be good. I want to be so good. I must be so good for my Mistress.

“Amy. You’ve been such a loyal lover, but I know a part of you wants Kathy just as much as I do. Indulge that part of you. Pin her down. And kiss her. Kiss her so hard she’ll never forget. Mmm. Oh, and be sure to keep your eyes open for this one. Safety first so near a fire.” My eyes flutter open from the half lidded state they’d fallen to, but only in time to see Amy’s hands reaching out for me as her body pins me down, and her arms hold my hands up over my head.

Her lips lock with mine so fast and all I can feel is the taste of her lips and the weight of her body on mine. Her breasts feel so good rubbing against my chest, and her tight tummy feels so good rubbing against me. It almost feels as good as her tongue dancing along mine, rubbing so firmly as I quiver and groan helplessly under her.

She’s so strong, and I couldn’t struggle away if any part of me wanted to as she presses me down so firmly, so powerfully. I can feel her flame burning as hot inside of her as it does inside of me, and taste that same chocolatey taste on her tongue even if it isn’t as strong as the taste of her, of Amy.

“You can stop now, ladies. Mm. Kathy, I know you never minded watching us together, and I think now I see why. You might think you aren’t half the looker as either of us, but... Mm.” Mistress sighs, and then slowly kisses my cheek, before then kissing Amy’s. “But there’ll be none of that. Not anymore. Now you’re both mine, and I’m going to have both of you make up for lost time. I think you’ll be getting plenty wet in the tent tonight after all, Kathy. And at least for the first round, I think it’s my turn to just sit back and watch.”

I would moan out a yes, a surrender, something, but Mistress knows what she needs to know. Her flame burns inside of me, and I will obey.