The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next morning, Harem Girl and Belly Dancer are having breakfast.

“Do we really need to tie them up again?” asks Harem Girl, referring to the “animals.”

“Nah, there’s not much point, is there?” replies Belly Dancer with close to half a muffin in her mouth. “Mm. This is good. So anyway, we can just use the collars and leashes I have in my backpack.”

Harem Girl downs some orange juice and then says, “Are you supposed to put a collar on a snake?”

“Well, I’m sure it’ll fit her just fine,” Belly Dancer comments, rolling her eyes.

Harem Girl shrugs and the two finish their breakfast. The Charmer crawls out of her tent all sleepy-eyed.

“Mmm, sorry I slept in,” says the Charmer. “What’s for breakfast?”

“All gone,” cutely remarks Belly Dancer. “You should have gotten up earlier.”

“Belly Dancer, don’t be mean,” chimes Harem Girl. “She was just kidding, Charmer. We saved some for you. And could you also feed the other girls and put collars on them?”

“Ooo, collars,” the Charmer says playfully.

“Yeah, yeah, just get them out of my bag,” Belly Dancer orders.

The Charmer pulls four collars out of Belly Dancer’s backpack and gets back inside the tent. She picks up her flute and begins to play, placing the now awake animal girls under her control. She enjoys watching the girls squirm under her influence for a few moments and then stops playing.

“Okay, girls,” the Charmer begins. “Now that I have your attention, you’re to wear these collars. So kneel in place nice and submissively and I’ll put them on you.”

The Charmer gently fastens a collar to each girl, all of whom subserviently kneel in place and offer no resistance.

“Here, Kitten Girl, this one has a nice bell on it,” says the Charmer, placing Kitten Girl’s traditional collar around her neck. “Don’t you look cute.”

The Charmer jingles the bell a bit, and then suddenly open-mouth kisses Kitten Girl. The snow leopard girl’s eyes go wide at the shock of being kissed so suddenly and so passionately. The kiss goes on seemingly forever from Kitten Girl’s standpoint. The Charmer presses her body up against Kitten Girl and runs her hands up and down Kitten Girl’s back. She opens her legs and straddles the startled cat slave. Kitten Girl’s eyelids begin to droop as she gets used to and gives in to the kiss. She almost feels like her will – or what’s left of it – is being drained by the Charmer’s warm, pouting lips and soft, damp tongue. The kiss eventually ends, the Charmer slowly pulling away from Kitten Girl’s lips. Kitten Girl can see some thin saliva strands stretching from the Charmer’s mouth to what can only be hers.

“Oh, that’s disgusting,” whines Kitten Girl.

Kitten Girl is about to wipe her lips, when the Charmer stops her.

“Here, let me,” the Charmer says.

Kitten Girl, with a very nervous look on her face, feels as though she can’t move and can only watch as the Charmer leans in and slowly swirls her tongue around the submissive girl’s lips. Kitten Girl breathes very slowly as the Charmer licks her lips over and over again. She wonders when this will end. After one long, slow lick, the Charmer releases Kitten Girl.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” the Charmer says soothingly.

“No, ma’am,” lies Kitten Girl.

“I know you don’t mean it, but that’s okay,” comments the Charmer. “I just really enjoyed doing it. Now all of you are gonna have to come outside and help us pack up.”

The girls exit the tent and everyone packs everything up. Belly Dancer attaches the leashes to each of the animal girls’ collars.

“I’ll lead the animals, you two carry everything else,” Belly Dancer tells the Charmer and Harem Girl, who obediently comply.

It isn’t too long a trek back to Michelle’s jungle harem, which is made up of several large and lavish tents all placed together. Mayaka comes out to greet them.

“Oh, wow,” says Mayaka, amazed. “Look what you brought back!”

Mayaka strokes Kitten Girl’s hair, “petting” her.

“Hey, can I take this one to my bed?” Mayaka asks Belly Dancer.

“Yeah, right,” Belly Dancer remarks.

“Well, anyway, you can all come inside,” Mayaka states, leading the other girls into the harem.

Belly Dancer gets to see Michelle directly. Michelle still wears her sexy schoolgirl uniform, except for one minor difference. The shirt she’s wearing has long sleeves that even go over her wrists. However, only one button is done up in the middle of the shirt, showing a great deal of cleavage, and the shirt is typically tied up around to the bottom to show her tummy and the dangling navel ring she wears. Michelle walks up to Belly Dancer and traces her forefinger down the middle of her slave’s tummy.

“So, what’ve you brought me?” seductively asks Michelle.

“Madam, I bring you some truly exotic animals,” states Belly Dancer, her breathing speeding up slightly from the excitement of being so sensually touched by her owner. “First, I give you the Tigress, a fierce cat girl.”

Belly Dancer snaps her fingers, and Harem Girl walks in the room leading the Tigress by a leash. Michelle pets the Tigress on her head.

“She was fierce in the jungle, but she’s very tame here, as you can see,” Belly Dancer comments.

“You’ll serve me?” Michelle asks the Tigress.

“Yes, ma’am, I’ll serve you,” the Tigress replies.

“Good,” Michelle says, and turns to Harem Girl. “You may take her to the bath.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Harem Girl says, leading the Tigress from the room.

“And return here,” orders Belly Dancer as Harem Girl is almost gone.

“Yes, ma’am,” replies Harem Girl, walking away.

“The next animal is called ‘Serpent Girl,’” informs Belly Dancer, snapping her fingers.

The Charmer walks into the room leading Serpent Girl.

“Be careful, ma’am, this one can hypnotize with her gaze,” says Belly Dancer.

“Well, you won’t hypnotize me, will you?” Michelle says to Serpent Girl, tickling her under her chin.

“No, ma’am, I won’t,” Serpent Girl confirms.

“Ooo, a snake, so exotic,” Michelle comments while stroking the side of Serpent Girl’s face. “Okay, you can take her to the bath now.”

“Next we have a cheetah,” Belly Dancer continues.

Harem Girl walks in with Cheetah.

“She’s blonde, like me,” Michelle says, ruffling Cheetah’s hair a bit. “Such a cutey.”

Michelle tells Harem Girl to take Cheetah to the bath. Belly Dancer prepares Michelle for Kitten Girl.

“Okay, this last one is another cat girl,” states Belly Dancer. “But she isn’t quite like the others. This girl, oh wow, when we saw her. How do I describe this? Well, here is someone who is incredibly easy to control. What’s more is, well, could you tell me who your dream girl is?”

“My dream girl?” inquires Michelle. “Um, I don’t know.”

“She’s the girl who you fantasize about but never actually expect to meet,” establishes Belly Dancer.

“Um, I really like all the girls in my harem,” Michelle points out. “I don’t need to fantasize about anyone else. I mean, just look at you for example.”

Belly Dancer blushes and says, “Oh, thank you, madam. But this cat girl is different. You’ll have to see her.”

Belly Dancer claps her hands twice rapidly and the Charmer walks into the room with Kitten Girl. Michelle’s jaw nearly drops.

“Gosh,” Michelle says in awe. “Is she really mine?”

Michelle kneels down, gently places her hands on Kitten Girl’s forearms, and stares into Kitten Girl’s eyes.

“I’m all yours, ma’am,” Kitten Girl softly tells her owner. “I live to serve you.”

Michelle’s breathing becomes heavy. She can feel a knot in her stomach. She licks her lips and gulps.

“Uh, I’m gonna take Kitten Girl to the bath myself,” Michelle tells the Charmer and Belly Dancer. “So, uh, just hand me the leash and I’ll, um, be on my way.”

The Charmer hands Michelle the leash.

“Are you pleased, ma’am?” asks Belly Dancer.

“Uh, she’s my dream girl,” Michelle plainly replies, seemingly in her own world. “I’m gonna go bathe her. Thanks so much for finding her.”

“You’re welcome, ma’am,” Belly Dancer courteously responds.

Michelle walks out of the room with Kitten Girl on a leash, heading for the bath.

When the slaves arrive at the bath, they are taken by a number of beautiful harem girls, who remove their clothes and take the animal girls into the warm water. Michelle arrives at the bath with Kitten Girl and is given a private tub. Michelle and Kitten Girl get in. Once in the tub, Michelle sits Kitten Girl on her lap.

“I can’t believe my girls found you,” says Michelle, gently scrubbing Kitten Girl’s tummy with a soft sponge. “I mean, look at you. Girls like you aren’t supposed to exist. Not really.”

“How do you mean, ma’am?” asks Kitten Girl.

“I dunno,” replies Michelle. “You’re just too good looking. Too sensual. It’s not just your face or body, either. It’s also the way you move. Your body language. Even the way you talk and breathe. There’s something so intoxicating about you.”

Michelle puts down the sponge and looks into Kitten Girl’s eyes. She then pulls her captive closer and they kiss.

“Mmmmm,” Michelle moans. “You’re amazing. You must really like to kiss girls.”

“But I don’t like girls,” complains Kitten Girl.

“No one who kisses a girl like that can’t like girls,” confirms Michelle.

“But I have to do as you say,” states Kitten Girl. “I have to pleasure you.”

“Really?” Michelle inquires. “You can’t be serious. Even hypnotized slaves have a hard time kissing someone they don’t want to. They usually don’t kiss very well at first and need practice. You kiss me like you know exactly what I like. Even Harem Girl isn’t as good as you.”

“I-I’m pretty new to the jungle,” admits Kitten Girl. “I don’t remember my life before it, but I think it has something to do with the Mistress.”

“You know her?” asks Michelle. “She can dominate anyone, but no one really knows who she is. But you don’t know your own past? That’s strange. Are you sure you don’t like girls? I mean, um, don’t you like me?”

Kitten Girl hesitates, unsure how to answer.

“Uh, you’re my owner,” Kitten Girl states. “Of course I like you.”

“No, I mean, don’t you really like me?” questions Michelle. “Like to kiss me? And do other stuff? Be honest.”

“I-I’m afraid I don’t,” meekly responds Kitten Girl. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you could hypnotize me to like you that way.”

“You’re so submissive,” Michelle remarks. “Have you ever been hypnotized by a girl’s sensuous body?”

“I’m not sure,” Kitten Girl says, shrugging, and then smiles and adds, “Knowing what I’m like, probably.”

In another room in the jungle harem, the Mandy twins are relaxing on piles of oversized pillows, being fanned by other harem slave girls. The fans are large, feather fans and are waved up and down slowly by the surrounding slave girls. Everyone is dressed in a kind of harem belly dancer costume. Amanda turns to Mandy and slowly traces up and down the middle of her sister’s tummy with her forefinger.

“Oh, Mandy,” Amanda says mischievously. “I want you to pleasure me.”

“Oh, please don’t make me do that,” begs Mandy.

“Well, here we go with you begging again,” complains Amanda, and then slyly says, “Look at my body, Mandy.”

“Please don’t make me look at your body,” Mandy begs further.

“Do as I say, slave sister,” commands a smirking Amanda, standing up and guiding Mandy to her knees.

“No, please don’t do this to me,” Mandy pleads half-heartedly.

Amanda places her hands on the sides of Mandy’s head and gently guides her field of vision from her thighs up to her chest, and then back down so she’s at eyelevel with Amanda’s hips. Amanda says nothing at first as she gently sways her hips before her sister. Mandy’s eyes are fixed on Amanda’s body.

“I’m wearing a very skimpy costume, Mandy,” states Amanda. “It shows off a lot of my body. You must obey me now.”

“Yes,” Mandy says half-whispering, her eyes full of sadness. “I must obey.”

Amanda slowly pulls Mandy’s head close to her body. Soon, Mandy’s face is softly pressed up against Amanda’s smooth stomach. Mandy has no choice but to kiss her sister there. She softly presses her lips to Amanda’s belly. After kissing her for a few seconds, Mandy begins to slowly swirl her tongue around Amanda’s bellybutton. She does all this because Amanda instructs her to. Amanda then undoes her bra.

“Mmmm, that’s nice,” Amanda comments. “Now, Mandy, dear, you’re to slide my belt and panties down to my ankles. I think you know what to do after that.”

Unfortunately for her, Mandy did. She slowly slides Amanda’s belt and panties down to her ankles as instructed and then softly glides her tongue down the dominant girl’s tummy to between her thighs.

“That’s right, slave,” says Amanda while petting Mandy. “You’re mine.”

And back in the bath area, Michelle is deeply kissing Kitten Girl. She stops to catch her breath. Kitten Girl gazes downward in shameful submission.

“You’re mine,” remarks Michelle, tilting Kitten Girl’s gaze upward so she’s staring into her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re mine. I can do anything I want with you.”

Michelle, with Kitten Girl still sitting in her lap, begins to trace her forefinger in the water in slow circles.

“Look at the swirling water, Kitten Girl,” coaxes Michelle. “Look at how the light reflects off the water. You feel spacy, like you’re on drugs. You feel disoriented. You can’t tell what’s real anymore. You can only accept that what I tell you is real. You love me, Kitten Girl. You want me. You’re overwhelmed by desire.”

Kitten Girl is breathing heavily as she watches Michelle manipulate the water just like she manipulates Kitten Girl’s weak mind. Michelle starts to trace figure eights in the water. Kitten Girl can only see the swirling water now and can only hear Michelle’s soft voice. Kitten Girl becomes more infatuated with Michelle’s sexy voice with each spoken word. She wants to embrace Michelle, to beg her for sex and affection.

“Now, Kitten Girl, you can stop looking at the water and turn around and look at me,” instructs Michelle.

Michelle places her hands on Kitten Girl’s hips and turns her around so they’re face-to-face.

“I’m your lover, Kitten Girl,” states a smiling Michelle.

“Yes,” breathes Kitten Girl. “Oh, yes, yes you are my lover. Oh, I love you. Please hold me close.”

Kitten Girl embraces Michelle and kisses her. She kisses softly at first, and then she gradually deepens the kiss, slowly sliding her tongue into Michelle’s mouth.

“Oh, you kiss differently when you’re in love,” Michelle notices, blushing and panting a bit. “There’s a certain passion and fire. An eagerness. It feels really good to be kissed by you when you actually want to kiss me. But, I also really like it when you’re not so eager. Something kind of sad and submissive about the way you kiss when you know you have to and wish you didn’t. Oh, what am I talking about? I love how you kiss either way.”

“Why would I ever not want to kiss you?” asks Kitten Girl, knitting her brow.

“You’re so cute,” comments a giggling Michelle as she pulls Kitten Girl in to kiss her again.

The kiss lasts longer this time. Michelle can feel Kitten Girl’s body heat rise. She can feel Kitten Girl’s nipples harden and her breathing get heavier. After the kiss, Kitten Girl licks up Michelle’s neck.

“Ooo, I like the way you do that,” Michelle says. “Not everyone is good at that. Here, let’s have some more fun.”

Michelle reaches down and takes off her bellybutton ring. She holds it up before Kitten Girl’s eyes and gently dangles it.

“Okay, Kitten Girl, you’re going back into a trance,” Michelle tells her slave. “You’re going deeper, deeper, deeper. . . .”

As Michelle says this, Kitten Girl’s expression goes slack. She gulps a few times with her glazed over eyes constantly trained on the navel ring.

“Now, Kitten Girl, when I snap my fingers, you will return to how you were when you came here,” orders Michelle. “You will go back to how you were when you believed you weren’t attracted to or in love with me, but will still remain as submissive as ever.”

Michelle then places her navel ring back on her bellybutton. Kitten Girl slowly comes out of her trance. She blinks a couple of times and looks at Michelle.

“Uh, did you just say something?” asks Kitten Girl, now no longer in a trance.

“No,” lies Michelle, smiling. “How ‘bout we get out of this tub and do something else that I like?”

Kitten Girl nods her head eagerly. The girls get out of the tub and Michelle sits up against a large pillow. Kitten Girl is on her hands and knees now with Michelle stroking her head and back.

“Make me feel really really good, Kitten Girl,” gently commands Michelle. “With your tongue.”

“Mmmm, yes, ma’am!” excitedly responds Kitten Girl, while Michelle’s hand guides her downward.

Kitten Girl, her hands on Michelle’s hips, softly begins to lick Michelle’s sensitive feminine area. Kitten Girl relishes what she does, and Michelle’s body nearly convulses with pleasure. When Michelle is just at the point of climaxing, she snaps her fingers. Michelle climaxes, after which Kitten Girl slowly kneels back up with a somewhat sickly expression on her face.

“Come over here beside me, Kitten Girl,” orders Michelle.

“Y-yes, ma’am,” replies a confused sounding Kitten Girl, crawling over to her owner.

“How do you feel?” Michelle asks, placing her arm over Kitten Girl’s shoulder.

“Uh, I feel fine,” says Kitten Girl.

“Did you like what we did?” inquires Michelle.

“Um, yeah,” Kitten Girl sort of says.

“You didn’t like it, Kitten Girl,” states Michelle. “Be honest.”

“Uh, I did at first, but when you snapped your fingers, it felt different,” responds Kitten Girl.

“You feel kind of sick at what you did, don’t you?” says Michelle. “You don’t look too well.”

“I—oh, ma’am, I really didn’t like it,” admits Kitten Girl. “It was so sudden. I was enjoying doing that and then I felt really bad. I don’t like to do that with girls. I don’t like, you know, licking girls—there.”

“Yeah, I know,” Michelle says, her expression becoming somewhat sad. “Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Do what you wish with me, ma’am,” Kitten Girl softly says, cuddling close to Michelle. “I’m yours.”

Michelle feels aroused again, her body temperature rising.

“You know, I’m gonna call some girls over to have fun with you,” Michelle tells Kitten Girl, gently tickling her tummy a bit. “I’d like to watch them play with you.”

Michelle picks up a phone and presses some numbers.

“What’s that?” asks Kitten Girl.

“It’s a phone,” Michelle replies. “You’ve never seen a phone before?”

“I don’t think so,” Kitten Girl says, slowly shaking her head.

Michelle calls the Mandy twins, who are in their room. Mandy is still kneeling before Amanda after pleasuring her. Her head is resting against Amanda’s thighs. Her eyes are moist. Amanda is looking down on her sister, smirking. She strokes Mandy’s hair. The phone then rings. Amanda picks it up.

“Hello?” says Amanda.

“Have you seen any of the new slaves?” asks Michelle on the other line.

“No, ma’am, I haven’t yet,” responds Amanda. “I’d love to, though. Are they cute?”

“You’re in for a treat,” Michelle informs. “Come down to the bath area. We’re in my private bath.”

“Yes, ma’am,” says Amanda.

She hangs up after Michelle does.

“Come on,” Amanda says to Mandy. “We’re going to the bath area. Our owner has requested our presence.”

The Mandy twins get dressed in glittering new harem slave girl costumes and arrive at the bath area and are granted entry into Michelle’s private tub. They both notice a sensual cat girl lying next to Michelle.

“There’s someone here you really should meet,” says a smiling Michelle.

Kitten Girl gets up on her hands and knees and crawls over to the Mandy twins.

“Oh, my, a snow leopard!” cheers Amanda, ruffling Kitten Girl’s hair. “Golly, she’s gorgeous!”

“She’s really luscious,” Mandy comments while grinning.

One can almost see the cartoon hearts in the Mandy twins’ eyes.

“What would you like to do with her?” inquires Michelle.

“Can she walk?” asks Amanda.

“Ask her,” replies Michelle.

“Can you walk?” Amanda asks Kitten Girl. “Y’know, on your ‘hind legs?’”

“Oh, I don’t think I can,” responds Kitten Girl.

“We’ll help you up,” Amanda offers.

She takes Kitten Girl by the hand and tries to stand her up. Poor Kitten Girl’s legs keep wobbling as she tries to stand on them. Amanda keeps a firm grip on Kitten Girl’s body, but Kitten Girl has a hard time standing still.

“I-I don’t think this is working,” Kitten Girl says nervously.

“Okay, okay, I’m putting you down now,” says Amanda, gently placing Kitten Girl back on her hands and knees. “Well that’s funny, because even though you’re a snow leopard, you look like a human girl.”

“Yeah, a really hot human girl,” Mandy remarks.

“I’ll bet with some ‘coaxing’ you could stand on two legs,” Amanda conjectures with a wink in her voice.

Amanda whispers something into Mandy’s ear. Mandy says, “okay” and then the two girls stand right next to each other, side by side, their bodies pressed together, their arms around each others’ waists, and their hands on each others’ hips. The twins begin to slowly sway their hips in perfect unison, like one body. The sequence and coins on their harem girl costumes shimmer before Kitten Girl’s eyes.

“Kneel, Kitten Girl,” commands Amanda.

Kitten Girl kneels, her hands in her lap. She silently stares at the girls as they sensually sway their hips before her. Michelle slinks up behind Kitten Girl, wrapping one arm around Kitten Girl’s shoulder and stroking her thighs with the other arm.

“Look at the girls’ lovely bodies, Kitten Girl,” coaxes Michelle. “Look at their long limbs, their swaying hips.”

“You look pretty tired, Kitten Girl,” suggests Amanda.

“Yes, so tired,” says Mandy.

“Yes, so tired,” sleepily repeats Kitten Girl, her eyes half-closed.

Michelle stops stroking Kitten Girl’s thighs and begins to gently trace the cat slave’s bellybutton with her forefinger.

“They have such smooth skin,” Michelle speaks into Kitten Girl’s ear. “The way they move their bodies, you cannot take your eyes off them. You’re in their power.”

“You’re in our power, Kitten Girl,” orders Amanda, repeating Michelle.

“Yes,” Kitten Girl barely speaks aloud. “In your power.”

“We’ve got her,” states Michelle. “Not that it was difficult in the first place. So, what do you want her to do?”

“I want Kitten Girl to stand on her ‘hind legs,’ so to speak,” says Amanda, still swaying her hips with her sister. “Go ahead, Kitten Girl. You can do it.”

Under hypnosis, Kitten Girl finds that she can actually stand on two legs. She says nothing as she stands up and continues to blankly stare at the Mandy twins’ bodies.

“Now walk over here, slave,” Amanda commands.

Kitten Girl walks over to the twins. They stop swaying their hips and place the cat girl between them, both resting an arm on her shoulders.

“How are you able to walk on two legs?” questions Amanda.

“Uh, I—I dunno,” Kitten Girl replies, deep in her trance and blinking slowly. “I’m a cat. Cats aren’t supposed to walk on two legs. Is something wrong with me?”

“Have you ever thought that you might be a girl?” Amanda inquires. “A human girl?”

Kitten Girl blinks, thinking about the question.

“Am I?” she asks.

Amanda giggles.

“No,” Amanda says reassuringly. “You’re still just a cat. You can stand on two legs because we hypnotized you. That’s all.”

“I’d like to take her back to our room and dress her up like a harem slave,” says Mandy. “Could we?”

“I guess so,” responds Michelle.

The girls take Kitten Girl to their room with Michelle following. The twins dress Kitten Girl in a harem slave costume with dangling threads and coins hanging off of it. Amanda places the bra around Kitten Girl’s ample chest while Mandy slowly slides the belt and panties up Kitten Girl’s legs.

“There,” comments Amanda.

“She looks so cute in that outfit,” states Michelle. “I’ll go get her friends to see this. Just wait there.”

Michelle runs off and a few moments later she returns with the Tigress, Cheetah, and Serpent Girl.

“It’s strange seeing her in clothes,” the Tigress remarks. “And she’s standing on two legs. Cats aren’t supposed to do that. At least not the proper ones, anyway.”

“I think she looks hot,” says Serpent Girl. “She looks so subservient in that costume. Can I tickle her?”

“Why do you want to tickle her?” asks Michelle.

Kitten Girl looks at Serpent Girl with an expression that begs her not to answer that question. Serpent Girl briefly looks out the corner of her eye to see the look on Kitten Girl’s face. She smiles.

“Because she automatically has to obey whoever tickles her,” states Serpent Girl, relishing Kitten Girl’s humiliated expression. “She becomes all silent and has to become a mindless slave whenever tickled. You should see the look on her face when it happens. I get so hot just thinking about it.”

“Really?” Amanda says with a smile. “Hmmm. Be right back.”

Amanda walks out of the room for a few seconds and returns with two feathers. She hands one to Mandy and keeps one for herself. Kitten Girl’s breathing is noticeably faster.

“But I’ll already do anything you want,” establishes Kitten Girl nervously. “You’ve hypnotized me. I-I’ll do anything. Really. I’m your slave. Uh, please don’t tickle me.”

Amanda and Mandy stand between Kitten Girl and each place an arm around her waist. They snuggle up against her.

“What’s wrong, Kitten Girl?” cutely asks Amanda while stroking Kitten Girl’s tummy with her feather. “Don’t you like being tickled?”

“Yeah, Kitten Girl,” Mandy says, running her feather back and forth over Kitten Girl’s tummy after Amanda finishes. “Don’t you like being tickled?”

“Uh, do you two want me to like being tickled?” inquires Kitten Girl.

“Well, you don’t have to like it,” says a smirking Amanda who tickles Kitten Girl’s tummy again.

“You just have to silently do as we say,” remarks Mandy, also tickling Kitten Girl a second time.

The twins take turns tickling their slave’s tummy and give orders while doing so.

“You will obey us, right, Kitten Girl?” says Amanda on her turn.

“Yes, ma’am,” speedily replies Kitten Girl.

Mandy then takes her turn, saying, “And you’re feeling very aroused, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kitten Girl replies again.

Then Amanda takes her turn and says, “That’s right, slave, and you wanna dance for us, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” states Kitten Girl. “I want to do anything you want me to.”

“Good girl,” comments Mandy, taking her turn. “And the more sensual your dancing is, the more aroused you become.”

“And the more aroused you become, the more submissive you become,” establishes Amanda on her turn.

“And you want to become more aroused,” orders Mandy on her turn. “Because after you’re finished dancing, we’re going to make love to you.”

“So, when I’m done tickling you, you will begin dancing,” Amanda says, taking the last turn.

Amanda soon stops tickling Kitten Girl. The snow leopard slave begins to dance in her sexy harem slave costume, swaying and swiveling her hips with her arms above her head. Amanda turns on a nearby CD player and appropriate belly dancing music pipes into the room. As Kitten Girl dances, her gaze is cast downward denoting submission.

“You’re very aroused now, aren’t you, Kitten Girl?” asks Amanda.

“Yes, ma’am,” Kitten Girl says, looking briefly at Amanda with lust in her eyes.

“And very submissive,” chimes Mandy.

“Yes, ma’am,” Kitten Girl says again.

“Are you thinking about boys?” asks Michelle.

“Mm hm,” Kitten Girl replies, gulping.

“Too bad there are none around,” Michelle remarks. “But you can think about them while you dance. Imagine their hands all over your body as you dance.”

Kitten Girl moans while churning her hips.

“Think of yourself surrounded by cute boys,” says Michelle. “What would you like them to do to you?”

“Uuum,” vaguely begins Kitten Girl. “I kinda want them to tie me up and kidnap me.”

Misty watches from one of her monitor rooms, where she’s surrounded by slave girls who fan her with large feather fans.

“Really!” Misty exclaims with wide eyes.

“Really!” Michelle exclaims back at the jungle harem.

“Well, I don’t know if I’d really want boys to do that to me,” explains Kitten Girl. “But I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately.”

“O-okay, go on,” Michelle says, taken aback somewhat.

“Well, they gang up on me,” continues Kitten Girl. “They don’t hurt me or anything, but they hold me down against my will and tie me up. I keep begging them not to but they still do it. They take me to a hotel room where they hypnotize me and brainwash me to be their love slave.”

“Have you always had these fantasies?” inquires Michelle.

“Uh, no, it was around the time when I was really hypnotized and kidnapped and brought here,” states Kitten Girl, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. “You keep hypnotizing me and hypnotizing me to be a love slave and I wish you wouldn’t, but you also arouse me. I want to resist, but you keep using hypnosis to make me want, um, it. And I want it so badly. But I want it from boys. I don’t want to be a submissive slave to anyone. I wish I was strong willed and couldn’t be hypnotized, especially by girls. But I’m too weak. I’m too easily dominated. And ever since girls starting controlling my mind and using me as a love toy, I’ve been thinking over and over again how sensual it would be if cute boys were to do it to me.”

“Well we’re certainly not boys, Kitten Girl,” says Amanda, moving beside the dancing Kitten Girl and placing an arm around her swiveling waist. “You don’t have to dance anymore.”

Kitten Girl slows her body down, surrendering to Amanda’s touch.

“I—I know,” comments Kitten Girl, looking downward again.

“You’re very hot right now, Kitten Girl,” observes Mandy, placing one hand on Kitten Girl’s shoulder and wiping the slave girl’s tears with her other hand.

“You have to do as we say,” orders Amanda. “We’re going to have sex with you right here in front of everyone. This will further humiliate you. Poor thing, being made to have sex with girls, but you can’t help it, can you? You’re too easy to control, and you’re so aroused that you’ll make love to anyone, won’t you? You can go ahead and cry a bit if you want to.”

Amanda deeply kisses Kitten Girl’s soft, pouting lips. She slowly snakes her tongue into Kitten Girl’s mouth while Mandy proceeds to undress the cat slave. The Mandy twins take her down to the floor, the belly dancing music still playing over it all. Poor Kitten Girl can see everyone watching the twins have their way with her. She sees the lustful expressions on each girl’s face. She sees some of the girls begin to play with themselves a bit, and feels humiliated beyond belief. Kitten Girl closes her eyes and thinks about boys. She thinks about them basically doing the same thing to her. She feels ashamed of herself and believes there’s something wrong with her for thinking this way.

“Open your eyes, Kitten Girl,” commands Amanda, bursting Kitten Girl’s fantasy bubble. “And look at the girls. You can see the desire in their expressions. Some of the girls are pleasuring themselves. Look at the girls as they do this. Does this disgust you?”

“Yes,” whines Kitten Girl, her face red with embarrassment and unwanted arousal. “Please stop doing this to me.”

Amanda gives Kitten Girl an openmouthed kiss. Mandy proceeds to lick Kitten Girl from her belly down to between her thighs. Amanda then softly licks Kitten Girl’s nipples.

“Please,” halfheartedly begs Kitten Girl. “I—I don’t. Uh. Uh. Ohhhhh.”

Mandy sensually pleasures Kitten Girl with her tongue for a few more minutes. She then ever so slowly licks back up Kitten Girl’s tummy and she and Amanda trade places as Mandy licks Kitten Girl’s nipples and Amanda licks down her tummy to between her thighs. Kitten Girl moans loudly again. The Mandy twins continue this cycle over and over, with one licking Kitten Girl’s tummy and between her thighs, and the other licking her breasts. The twins only pause to either exchange places or to fully, deeply kiss Kitten Girl on her lips. The rest of the girls simply watch, enamored in the sexual activity, while pleasuring themselves and each other. Time passes and Kitten Girl climaxes several times before the Mandy twins finally release her from their sexual spell.

“Do you feel good, Kitten Girl?” asks Amanda as she sits Kitten Girl up.

“Yeah,” sheepishly responds Kitten Girl, slowly nodding her head.

“That’s a good girl,” Mandy says while using her right hand to hold up a spinning crystal before Kitten Girl’s eyes, and using her left to gently cup Kitten Girl’s jaw.

The Mandy twins both have sly smiles on their faces. Kitten Girl can clearly see Mandy’s smug expression beside the crystal, but soon all Kitten Girl sees is the crystal. She breathes very slowly as she accepts all commands given to her. She likes to look at the pretty spinning crystal. She likes to listen to Mandy’s voice. And such a sweet, sensual voice Mandy has, too. Kitten Girl will do anything for Mandy. Sleep? Why of course Kitten Girl will sleep for Mandy if that’s Mandy’s desire. And besides, Kitten Girl is feeling so sleepy anyway. Kitten Girl would dearly love to continue staring at the crystal, but she has to sleep now. Maybe later Kitten Girl will be allowed to look at the beautiful spinning crystal again while obeying Mandy’s, or another girl’s, sensual voice. But for now, it’s time to sleep. Kitten Girl’s eyes shut and she peacefully slumbers, dreaming about being a good, obedient girl, whose only desire is to please others.

“Okay, I’ll go get Belly Dancer in a minute or two,” says Michelle. “I’ll let her sleep for now, but I’m gonna have some fun with her and Belly Dancer later. For now, Mandy twins, come here.”

The Mandy twins crawl over to Michelle and soon all of the girls in the room, save for the sleeping Kitten Girl, engage in group sex.

Later that evening, Michelle takes Belly Dancer aside.

“That snow leopard,” says Michelle. “Kitten Girl. I want you to reprogram her.”

“Isn’t she submissive enough, ma’am?” asks Belly Dancer.

“Yeah, that’s the thing,” states Michelle. “She’s too submissive. She’s the most stunningly sensual creature I’ve ever seen. I don’t just want to dominate her, I want to humiliate her too. I want to see her beg. I want to see the pleading look in her face as I sap her of her willpower.”

“Well, madam wishes to express her dark side, does she?” comments Belly Dancer.

“Yeah,” Michelle says and then pauses for a moment. “Is it okay to feel this way? I mean, I don’t really want to hurt her. I just want to humiliate her a bit. I’m really sick, aren’t I?”

“Uh, I don’t know how to answer that, ma’am,” says Belly Dancer matter-of-factly.

“You can be honest,” Michelle states.

“Of course, I will do as you ask,” establishes Belly Dancer, knowing her place. “But regarding your feelings towards Kitten Girl, they aren’t uncommon. I wouldn’t say that these are good, healthy desires you have, but they’re not uncommon. For what it’s worth, I have these feelings too. I look at her and, yes, I love the idea of dominating her, and having her know that I’m dominating her.”

“I wonder if she has these desires at all?” inquires Michelle.

“If it’s any consolation, I think there may be a small part of her that likes to be dominated,” Belly Dancer comments.

“Well, anyway, carry out my orders,” commands Michelle. “Reprogram her.”

“Yes, ma’am,” says Belly Dancer. “I will enjoy myself while doing so, but ma’am, may I ask something?”

“Go ahead,” Michelle allows.

“Well, you’re better at hypnotizing girls than I am,” Belly Dancer confirms. “You could just as easily reprogram her. Do you simply want to watch someone else do it?”

“Bingo,” replies Michelle. “But afterward, I want to rehypnotize her and dominate her.”

“Very well, ma’am,” Belly Dancer says. “I’ll go fetch Kitten Girl.”

And Belly Dancer runs off only to return some minutes later with Kitten Girl on a leash. Belly Dancer has also changed her outfit. Now she is wearing white leather boots, a white leather thong, and white pasties on her nipples with long tassels hanging down. She has also brought the Mandy twins with her.

“I need you two to hold her up,” Belly Dancer tells the Mandy twins.

“We could just hypnotize her and make her stand,” suggests Amanda.

“I’m going to hypnotize her this time,” states Belly Dancer. “I’m trying something different. I only need you to hold her up.” Michelle sits in the corner of the room, happily awaiting Belly Dancer’s “show.” The Mandy twins, still wearing harem slave costumes, undo Kitten Girl’s collar, grab her by her arms, and prop her up. Kitten Girl’s legs begin to wobble again.

“It’s okay, Kitten Girl, just go limp,” says Mandy. “We’ve got you.”

Kitten Girl relaxes her body. The Mandy twins hold her forearms behind her back and, with their combined strength, easily lift Kitten Girl high enough so her toes are dangling a few centimetres from the floor.

“What are you going to do to me?” worriedly asks Kitten Girl.

“Just relax, sweetie,” coos Belly Dancer. “And look at my tassels.”

Belly Dancer clasps her hands around her forearms, placing them up above and behind her head. She stands perfectly straight, legs together. Belly Dancer then begins to kind of gently shake and wiggle her body, and her tassels begin to slowly spin. It’s something of a strange sight as Belly Dancer successfully makes her tassels spin while barely moving her body. The tassels continually gain momentum and spin faster and faster. Kitten Girl’s whole body goes limp while the Mandy twins hold her up. Her mouth is closed and her eyes are half-open and all the while gazing at Belly Dancer’s twirling tassels. She breathes deeply as she watches, her chest and stomach rising and falling.

“You are getting sleepy,” commands Belly Dancer. “But that’s a given, isn’t it, Kitten Girl? You will obey my voice. You feel helpless as you watch my tassels. Soon the Mandy twins will release you. You will then crawl over to me on your hands and knees as my slave and lick my boots.”

The Mandy twins gently place Kitten Girl down on her hands and knees. She slowly begins to crawl over to Belly Dancer.

“That’s right, my pet,” coaxes Belly Dancer, draping one leg over the other. “Obey me and lick my boots.”

Kitten Girl crawls to Belly Dancer, her eyes glazed over. She leans in and slowly and sensually slides her small pink tongue up Belly Dancer’s white boot.

“Just like an animal,” condescendingly remarks Belly Dancer. “That’s a good, obedient girl. Use your tongue to make my boots shine.”

Kitten Girl licks along Belly Dancer’s boot. She licks up from the toe all the way to the top. She spends a few more seconds on that one boot before moving to the other one.

“That’s nice,” comments Michelle. “I really like that. You’ve got shiny new boots now.”

“Keep licking, Kitten Girl,” commands Belly Dancer, looking down at her slave. “And listen closely. When I snap my fingers, you will come out of your trance and realize what you’re doing.”

Belly Dancer waits a couple of seconds and then snaps her fingers. Kitten Girl stops and stares at Belly Dancer’s boots for a moment. Her eyes then go wide.

“Oh!” gasps Kitten Girl. “Oh no! This is sick!”

Kitten Girl crawls away crying, trying to move as fast as possible on her hands and knees.

“Freeze, Kitten Girl!” orders Belly Dancer.

Kitten Girl stops in her tracks.

“Kneel submissively,” Belly Dancer orders further.

Kitten Girl gets into a kneeling position. Belly Dancer begins to approach Kitten Girl. Mandy hands Belly Dancer a pocket watch. Belly Dancer moves beside Kitten Girl, leans down a bit, and slowly sways the watch before Kitten Girl’s eyes.

“Your eyes are closing,” softly says Belly Dancer. “Closing, closing, closing, and noooow you’re asleep.”

Kitten Girl’s eyelids droop just as ordered and she nods off when Belly Dancer tells her to.

“Listen to my voice and obey,” Belly Dancer continues. “When you awaken, you will go back to how you were when you were in the jungle. You won’t be as submissive now, and will no longer desire to obey. Now, wake up.”

Belly Dancer snaps her fingers before Kitten Girl whose eyes flutter open.

“Tie her up,” orders Michelle.

The Mandy twins grab some rope while Belly Dancer holds up Kitten Girl. The Mandy twins approach Kitten Girl with the rope.

“No!” shouts Kitten Girl while squirming in Belly Dancer’s grasp. “Let me go! I don’t wanna be tied up!”

The Mandy twins easily tie up Kitten Girl, who is then placed back on the ground in her kneeling position.

“I’m gonna go get changed into something else,” says Michelle while standing up. “Meet me in the tent with the big couch.”

Michelle turns to leave, only to see Harem Girl with a playful expression on her face and her hands behind her back.

“Oh, hi, Harem Girl,” greets Michelle. “You wanna play with Kitten Girl?”

Harem Girl happily nods her head.

“Okay, have fun,” Michelle comments. “Just bring her to the tent with the big couch after you’re done. I wanna have some fun of my own there.”

Michelle leaves the room and Harem Girl gleefully bounces over to Kitten Girl.

“I’ve got something for you, Kitten Girl,” Harem Girl says, producing a thornless rose from behind her back. “Uh, that’s sweet I guess,” responds Kitten Girl, acknowledging the irony of being naked and tied up while at the same time being offered a rose.

Harem Girl smiles and gently runs the rose petals along the area of Kitten Girl’s body where her stomach and pubic area meet, which is a very sensitive area of Kitten Girl’s nubile body. Kitten Girl is tickled like crazy from this. Not only that, but it’s also a very sexual tickling. Kitten Girl blushes. Harem Girl then runs the rose from Kitten Girl’s left shoulder all the way back down to the end of her tummy in an “s” fashion. And then Harem Girl leans in and slowly licks Kitten Girl’s tummy, after which she goes back to tickling Kitten Girl between her tummy and pubic area again with the rose.

“That looks like fun,” says Mandy. “Could we try?”

“Sure,” replies Harem Girl, handing Mandy the rose.

Each girl takes turns tickling Kitten Girl for the next minute or so before taking Kitten Girl to Michelle.

A few minutes later, Kitten Girl is taken to the “tent with the big couch” as Michelle had put it. While still tied up in a kneeling position, Kitten Girl is carried and placed before Michelle by Harem Girl. Harem Girl then places Kitten Girl’s familiar white collar with the bell on it around her neck and attaches a leash to the collar. Harem Girl stands beside Kitten Girl, holding the leash, further humiliating the poor cat slave. Kitten Girl blushes, slight signs of pink becoming more noticeable behind the white makeup. She squirms a bit in her bondage.

“Please, at least don’t make me wear this humiliating collar,” begs Kitten Girl. “And if not that, then at least remove the leash. Please.”

Michelle is currently wearing a harem slave girl costume, even though she’s in charge of this particular harem. The costume is really more of a silver-coloured bikini decorated with sequence and small jewels. There are tassel threads hanging from around the underside of her bra and silk ribbons on the sides of her panties that are tied to fit around her curvy, sensuous hips. She still wears the silver, dangling bellybutton ring as she always does. Michelle also wears an ankle bracelet around her left ankle. The ankle bracelet is silver-coloured and has small, clear, circular crystals adorning it. Michelle is lying on her right side on the large, lavish couch with her head resting on the knuckles of her right hand. The Mandy twins are standing on her left and right, fanning her with large feather fans.

“No way, Kitten Girl,” Michelle says, smiling smugly at her captive.

“Please let me and my friends go, ma’am,” continually begs Kitten Girl, tears rolling down her cheeks. “You know I’m not going to do that,” calmly states Michelle, lowering her left leg so that it hangs off the high couch. “You and your friends are my pets now, added to my collection of exotic slave girls.”

Michelle then sits up a bit. She’s still on her side, mostly resting on her right hip and arm, her left leg draped over the side of the couch.

“What would you do with us?” asks a sobbing Kitten Girl. “Please don’t hurt us.”

“I won’t hurt you,” says Michelle. “I just want to show you something. You know Serpent Girl’s magic?”

“Yes,” replies Kitten Girl. “Her eyes and her voice can make me do her bidding. I don’t know how she does it, but I don’t like it.”

“I also know how to use that ‘magic,’” comments Michelle. “But it isn’t called ‘magic,’ it’s called ‘hypnotism.’ It’s a technique that can be used to brainwash and control weak-willed girls such as yourself. Let me show you. Look at my ankle bracelet. I’m going to hypnotize you with it.”

“Please don’t hypnotize me,” Kitten Girl begs some more. “I don’t wanna be hypnotized and turned into a slave.”

“You are going to be hypnotized by my ankle bracelet, Kitten Girl,” remarks Michelle.

“No, I won’t look at it,” states Kitten Girl, turning her head and closing her eyes.

“Look at it, Kitten Girl,” orders Michelle in a somewhat sterner tone.

Kitten Girl reluctantly opens her eyes and looks at Michelle’s ankle bracelet.

“That’s a good pet,” Michelle says, her voice soft and coaxing. “Stare at my ankle bracelet. Soon, your will and your mind will be my playthings.”

Michelle begins to slowly sway her leg from side to side, the crystals on her ankle bracelet catching the light and sparkling it into Kitten Girl’s soft, submissive eyes.

“And if I desire, you will have no will or mind at all,” continues Michelle. “You will be whatever I wish you to be. You will think whatever I wish you to think. You will do whatever I wish you to do. You are my slave, Kitten Girl. You may not want to, but you must obey me. You cannot help but do as I command. You’re helpless. As much as you don’t want to, you will follow my orders from now on like a good little brainwashed toy. Now tell me: who am I?”

“You’re my owner,” states Kitten Girl, tears still running down her cheeks.

“And what are you?” inquires Michelle.

“I am your slave,” Kitten Girl helplessly says. “I will serve you as you desire. I’m completely powerless.”

“Mmm, good girl,” Michelle says with a twinge of excitement in her voice as she ceases swinging her leg. “Now tell me you’re my slave again.”

“I am your slave,” repeats Kitten Girl.

“Say it again,” commands Michelle.

“I am your slave.”

“Again.”

“I am your slave.”

“Now tell me honestly: how does it make you feel to say this?” asks Michelle.

“I don’t like it,” plainly responds Kitten Girl.

“But you must say it,” says Michelle. “Say it again, over and over. Brainwash yourself with the words.”

“I am your slave,” says Kitten Girl. “I am your slave. I am your slave. . . .”

“And while saying it, look at my ankle bracelet again,” commands Michelle as she swings her leg again.

Kitten Girl stares submissively at Michelle’s swaying ankle bracelet while saying “I am your slave” over and over, being simultaneously hypnotized by the glittering ankle bracelet and brainwashed by her own spoken words. Michelle allows this to continue for just over a minute and then stops swinging her leg again.

“Okay, Kitten Girl,” Michelle says. “You don’t have to speak anymore. I think you’re more than brainwashed enough.”

Kitten Girl falls silent. Michelle then makes motion with her left hand and Harem Girl unties Kitten Girl, who kneels in place remaining completely docile. Harem Girl then removes Kitten Girl’s leash. Michelle undoes her bra and panties and slides off the couch and onto the floor. She wears nothing save for her ankle bracelet and bellybutton ring and is now seductively stretched out lying on the floor and smiling at Kitten Girl.

“And now, Kitten Girl, you’re going to lick aaallllll over my body,” lustfully orders Michelle. “Start from my toes and move your way up.”

Kitten Girl badly wants to beg Michelle to not make her do such a thing. She wants to cry and plead and bargain.

“Yes, ma’am,” is all Kitten Girl can say as she submissively slinks on her hands and knees to her owner.

Kitten Girl does exactly as she’s told and gently licks Michelle’s body starting with her toes, then moving up to her ankles, then to her calves, then her thighs, and so on. Kitten Girl licks very slowly, caressing Michelle’s supple body. She licks in slow circles around Michelle’s bellybutton and then up her tummy, up her chest, up to her nipples. With her tongue, Kitten Girl can feel Michelle’s soft nipples become firm.

“Mmmm,” moans Michelle. “I love the way your tongue feels on my body. I love the way you lick my nipples. That’s right. Nice, slow circles. Keep doing that for a while, my pet.”

Kitten Girl continues licking for a few more minutes. Softly and sweetly, Kitten Girl’s tongue twirls around Michelle’s nipples. Then, Michelle stops Kitten Girl.

“I have an idea,” says Michelle. “You’re really good at this, but there’s something I’d also like to try. Have you ever been in a sauna?”

“No, ma’am,” replies Kitten Girl. “I’m not even sure I know what that is.”

“It’s a steam room,” informs Michelle. “Well, anyway, you’ll see for yourself. I have a special tent set up like a sauna. Before we do that, though, I think I’ll tickle you for a while first. Uh, could someone give me a feather or something?”

“Here, ma’am,” says Harem Girl, handing Michelle the thornless rose. “Will this do?”

“Yeah, that’s great,” replies Michelle. “Alright, Kitten Girl, just lie back.”

Kitten Girl obediently lies back and Michelle slowly runs the petals of the rose in a circle around Kitten Girl’s right nipple. Michelle then slowly runs the rose across Kitten Girl’s chest and begins to make circles around her left nipple, and then runs the rose down Kitten Girl’s body until it reaches her bellybutton, around which Michelle also makes slow circles. She then slides the petals down even further, tracing the edge of Kitten Girl’s tummy, and then down further still to slowly trace her outside of her vagina.

“Do you like being tickled here, Kitten Girl?” asks Michelle.

“Um, no,” whines Kitten Girl.

“Okay, then, what about your lips?” Michelle asks rhetorically as she runs the rose up Kitten Girl’s body all the way to her lips, which she now traces with the petals. “And you know where this rose just was, don’t you, Kitten Girl?”

“Uh huh,” Kitten Girl breathes out while having her lips tickled.

“It’s almost a bit like making you kiss yourself there,” comments Michelle. “Does that disgust you?”

“Uh huh,” Kitten Girl says again.

“Alright,” Michelle replies, moving the rose again, this time down to the bottom of Kitten Girl’s tummy and up to her lips again, over and over.

Michelle does this about six times before speaking again.

“You don’t like being tickled, do you?” inquires Michelle.

“No,” states Kitten Girl. “I mean not by girls.”

“Would you like it if a boy tickled you?” Michelle continues.

“Yeah,” says Kitten Girl.

“You’d like it if he kidnapped you, tied you up, tickled you, and made you his slave?” asks Michelle, now running the rose in a triangular fashion over Kitten Girl’s chest and tummy, making circles around her bellybutton and each of her nipples.

“Oh, I don’t know if I want it to go that far,” replies Kitten Girl.

“Yeah, but you think about it, don’t you?” questions Michelle.

“But I don’t like it,” Kitten Girl establishes. “I don’t like myself for thinking of such things.”

“Awww, poor baby,” sarcastically remarks Michelle, this time slowly running the rose down and up Kitten Girl’s legs. “Here, look at this.”

Michelle holds the rose over Kitten Girl’s eyes and sways it back and forth, hypnotizing the girl.

“You may not like it, but you’re a born slave girl,” states Michelle. “And you’re getting sleepy as you watch the rose.”

Kitten Girl’s breathing becomes much deeper and slower, her chest and stomach slowly rising and falling. Her eyelids droop. She gulps a few times and licks her lips once. Her eyes obediently follow the rose.

“Eyes getting sooo tired,” coaxes Michelle. “Eyes blinking. Breathing getting deeper. Eyes closing. Sleep.”

Kitten Girl’s eyes slowly close. She peacefully nods off.

“And a bit later, I’ll get you a cute outfit,” Michelle says to the hypnotized Kitten Girl while petting her a bit. “But for now, just sleep.”

Kitten Girl purrs a bit while sleeping.

Some hours later, Michelle stirs Kitten Girl from her slumber.

“Here, I want to show you something,” says Michelle, waking Kitten Girl. “C’mon, sit up.”

Kitten Girl sits up in place while Michelle takes hold of her legs. Kitten Girl notices that Michelle is still naked, only wearing the ankle bracelet and navel ring.

“We’re gonna play dress up,” Michelle says playfully, while sliding pink socks onto Kitten Girl’s feet.

Michelle then holds a small pink sweater before Kitten Girl.

“Looks comfy, doesn’t it?” chimes Michelle.

“Y-yeah,” sleepily replies Kitten Girl. “You want me to put it on?”

“No, it’ll be more fun for me to do it,” states Michelle, as she pulls the sweater down over Kitten Girl’s head and then slowly down her body.

“It feels kinda tight,” comments Kitten Girl.

“Yeah, it’s supposed to,” remarks Michelle. “It’s formfitting. The material is pretty thin, too, so it shows off every curve. Here, I’ll put the sweatpants on you.”

Michelle takes a pair of pink sweatpants and slides them up Kitten Girl’s legs. Michelle moves behind Kitten Girl, cuddling her close as she continues to pull the sweatpants up. Kitten Girl wiggles her hips a bit as Michelle slides the pants all the way up.

“I don’t think this outfit fits right,” says Kitten Girl. “It feels tight and I think the pants and shirt are too short. My bellybutton is showing, is it supposed to?”

“Yeah,” Michelle establishes. “The shirt and pants were deliberately made a bit short so as to just show your bellybutton.”

Michelle gently traces her forefinger along the area between the sweatshirt and pants where Kitten Girl’s bellybutton shows, giving it a bit of a tickle. She smiles at Kitten Girl and places a collar around her neck, and then attaches a leash to the collar.

“Although you now wear clothes, you’re still just an animal,” says Michelle, standing up.

Michelle walks out of the room with Kitten Girl obediently following her on the leash. They eventually come to a special tent set up like a sauna. There are several naked girls inside, lying around while fondling and kissing each other. Everyone is naturally covered in sweat.

“Ohhh, it’s so hot in here!” claims Kitten Girl. “Do I have to wear this in here?”

“Yeah, but we’ll have some fun,” says Michelle, and then turns to one of the naked slaves. “Okay, I want you to get me a bottle of chilled water and a bucket of ice. Do you understand, slave?”

The slave girl, a cute tanned one, is eager to serve.

“Yes, ma’am, I’m on my way!” the slave girl says with an almost anime-like enthusiasm while running out of the room.

“Ma’am, I’m starting to sweat!” whines Kitten Girl. “Can’t I at least take the sweatshirt off?”

Michelle sits down behind Kitten Girl and wraps her arms around her waist, cuddling the clothed “snow leopard.”

“Mmmm,” Michelle purrs into Kitten Girl’s ear while fondling her. “No, you can’t get undressed. I want you to get incredibly hot. Also, the sweat suit is so soft and feels kind of like fur. Cats are supposed to have fur, you know.”

“Uh, I have fur,” Kitten Girl responds. “I think. I’m a cat, I’m sure I have fur.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Michelle breathes into Kitten Girl’s ear. “Just relax, there’s some water and ice coming. Ohhh, I love how soft you feel right now.”

Michelle then slowly licks Kitten Girl’s cheek.

“There’s so much steam,” Kitten Girl complains, practically unable to move due to the heat. “I can hardly see.”

“Quit whining,” says Michelle.

Soon, the cute slave girl comes back with the water and ice. Michelle takes the water bottle and drinks some.

“Mmmm, cold,” comments Michelle. “Here, Kitten Girl, have some.”

Michelle holds the bottle to Kitten Girl’s lips, allowing the sweating cat girl to drink.

“That’s so good,” pants Kitten Girl. “Could you pour it on me?”

“No, but here’s what the ice is for,” Michelle says, taking an ice cube from the bucket. “Here, I’ll hypnotize you with a piece of ice.”

Michelle sways the ice cube in front of Kitten Girl’s gaze and becomes amused by how Kitten Girl’s eyes follow the ice and how her expression becomes slack.

“You feel relaxed now, don’t you?” inquires Michelle.

“Yes, ma’am,” replies Kitten Girl, halfway into a trance.

“Good,” states Michelle, now moving the ice down to Kitten Girl’s stomach. “This’ll be cold, but hot at the same time, y’know?”

Michelle runs the ice in slow circles around Kitten Girl’s bellybutton. It begins to melt and water runs down into Kitten Girl’s sweatpants. Kitten Girl closes her eyes, cranes her head back a bit, and licks her lips.

“Yeah, I think you like that a bit,” comments Michelle, smiling.

Kitten Girl nods. Michelle then moves the ice up Kitten Girl’s sweatshirt. She slowly slides the ice to Kitten Girl’s right nipple and makes circles around it. Like with the rose, Michelle moves the ice from one nipple to the other, making circles around them. The ice melts fast and Michelle moves on to another piece, a bigger one. She does the same thing at first, running the ice over Kitten Girl’s nipples, and then she moves the ice down Kitten Girl’s sweatpants and slides it over her thighs. Afterward, Michelle takes the nearly melted ice and runs it over Kitten Girl’s lips.

“Open,” Michelle commands.

Kitten Girl obediently opens her mouth and Michelle pops the ice in.

“Don’t chew on it or swallow it,” says Michelle. “Just let it melt on your tongue.”

Michelle takes another piece of ice and runs it up and down Kitten Girl’s back. This time, Michelle pops the ice into her own mouth, sucks on it a bit, and then French kisses Kitten Girl. Michelle continually takes piece after piece from the ice bucket and gently runs ice all over Kitten Girl. The sensitive Kitten Girl squirms a bit as the ice touches her body. Michelle mostly runs the ice in circles around the cat girl’s bellybutton. At one point, Michelle lifts up Kitten Girl’s sweatshirt from behind so she can lick the slave’s back. Eventually, Michelle stops running ice all over Kitten Girl and simply holds her close.

“No more ice, ma’am?” asks Kitten Girl, almost pleading.

“No, not for now,” replies Michelle. “Just kneel with me and sweat for a while. The heat’s pretty exhausting, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Kitten Girl says in a tired voice.

“Yeah, your sweatsuit’s really soaked,” Michelle states, pressing herself against Kitten Girl. “Mmmm, it’s so hot in here.”

Michelle holds Kitten Girl for a while until Mayaka, completely naked save for her bellybutton ring, walks up to them.

“Hey, can I play with Kitten Girl?” Mayaka asks sweetly.

Michelle and Kitten Girl are half-asleep at the time. Michelle blinks a few times and looks up at her friend.

“Oh, Mayaka,” says Michelle. “I didn’t know you were in here. You look really hot. Hey, Kitten Girl, Mayaka’s here to fool around with you.”

Kitten Girl looks up at Mayaka. Her eyes train on the sexy naked girl’s body. She’s covered in sweat, which shines along with her bellybutton ring. Kitten Girl becomes hypnotized by Mayaka’s breathing. She focuses on Mayaka’s bellybutton ring as her stomach expands and contracts with each breath she takes. Mayaka looks down at the helpless Kitten Girl.

“You’re mesmerized by my body, aren’t you?” Mayaka asks her.

“Yes, ma’am,” responds Kitten Girl, her expression slack.

“Her body’s all shiny, isn’t it?” Michelle says to Kitten Girl. “And her bellybutton ring.”

Mayaka slowly sways her hips.

“Does this deepen your trance, Kitten Girl?” inquires Mayaka.

“Yes, ma’am,” replies Kitten Girl, her eyes following Mayaka’s swaying navel ring. “I am your slave. I will do anything you say.”

“Good girl,” chimes Mayaka, who gets down on her hands and knees and runs her tongue horizontally across Kitten Girl’s tummy and bellybutton. “There. Now you lick my body.”

Mayaka places her hand behind Kitten Girl’s head and guides her down to her tummy. Kitten Girl obediently licks up Mayaka’s belly while Michelle gently rubs Kitten Girl’s back.

“Lick all the sweat off my tummy,” Mayaka says softly. “Do you like the way my body shines right now?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kitten Girl replies in between licks. “I can’t look away. I can’t disobey.”

“Mmmm, let me hold you,” purrs Mayaka, cuddling Kitten Girl close to her. “You feel so good. That sweatsuit is so soft. You’re so hot in it, aren’t you?”

“Ohhhh, yes, ma’am,” moans Kitten Girl.

“Do you feel like you’re gonna pass out?” asks Mayaka.

“Yes, ma’am,” Kitten Girl responds while nodding her head.

Michelle then wraps her arms around Kitten Girl and Mayaka as much as she can. Kitten Girl is sandwiched in between two girls again. She can feel the heat and sweat from their bodies as well as the heat from each breath they take on her neck and shoulders and face. They say nothing for a while and only kiss and lick Kitten Girl’s lips, face, and neck. Kitten Girl, at this point, can barely keep her eyes open.

“Sooo hot,” groans Kitten Girl, the sweat pouring down her face and body.

Mayaka then begins to slowly pull down Kitten Girl’s sweatpants. Kitten Girl is like a rag doll at this point. Mayaka pulls Kitten Girl’s pants down just enough to expose her warm, damp girl’s blossom, in which Mayaka slides her own warm, damp tongue.

“Somebody get some more ice and fast,” orders Michelle.

“Yes, ma’am,” responds a girl, jumping up and rushing for the ice.

The girl returns very soon with another bucket of fresh ice. While Mayaka derives her own pleasure from orally pleasuring Kitten Girl, Michelle runs another piece of ice up Kitten Girl’s sweatshirt. Over her nipples and around her bellybutton the ice goes. Kitten Girl is barely conscious during all of this. She begins to wonder if she’s dreaming or hallucinating or has been hypnotized to think this is all happening to her.

“Oh, golly,” moans Kitten Girl in a low voice. “W-what are you doing to me? Ohhhhh.”

“Do your nipples feel cold right now?” coos Michelle while sliding another piece of ice along Kitten Girl’s breasts.

“Oh, I can’t—I can’t—I can’t do this,” whines Kitten Girl. “Please stop. Please no, don’t—don’t do this to me. No. Uhhhh. You’re gonna make me, uh. Ohhhhh. You’re gonna make me—I’m almost gonna—please. Why can’t I move? Soooo hot.”

“Here,” Michelle says as she slides another piece of ice that had been run over Kitten Girl’s body into her mouth. “Just relax and let it melt.”

Kitten Girl soon swallows the nearly melted ice as she’s about to climax.

“N-no,” Kitten Girl moans a bit louder this time, shaking her head. “No, please. You’re making me—making me—ohhhhhhh.”

Her body convulses a bit and she passes out. Michelle pulls Kitten Girl’s pants back up.

“We should let her rest for a while,” states Michelle. “Let’s put her in the cage with the other animals. Then we’ll have a bit of a show with them later.”

Mayaka smiles.

“You know I absolutely love to pleasure her like that,” comments Mayaka. “Even if she thinks she doesn’t like it.”

“She wants to stay pure, virginal,” remarks Michelle. “And she’s not into girls, so the experience is doubly humiliating for her, but only makes it hotter. Well, it does for us anyway.”

Michelle cradles Kitten Girl in her arms and carries her, with Mayaka following, to another room with a large cage with pink, padded bars. Inside the cage, the other animal girls are sleeping. There’s a motorized spiral attached to one of the cage walls, which was most likely used to make the other girls sleep. There are also an assortment of objects used for hypnosis, such as crystals and pocket watches, scattered about the floor. And there are other items, such as feathers and even some sex toys, lying about. Michelle gently places Kitten Girl down in the centre of the cage and locks her in with the other animal girls.

“When she wakes up, we’ll have these girls put on a show for us,” says Michelle.

Michelle then bends down to lick Mayaka’s tummy. Mayaka moans from pleasure. To be continued in “Heavy Petting Zoo.”