The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kaori smiled as she sat down in front of her laptop. It had been a very, very long day. “Work all week long in front of a computer, and then I come home and look forward to doing the same thing on the weekend. That probably says something about me that I don’t feel like examining.” She rolled her brown eyes as she typed in her password and waited patiently for her computer to boot. Most days she would turn it on and step away but she was worn out from spending the day running errands.

The chance to sit back in her cushy leather office chair and relax was welcome.

Her legs were still sore from having walked from one side of the city to the other and back again. It was cheaper than bus fare, but it did mean she’d be feeling it in her legs for awhile. It was her own fault, she reasoned, for putting off everything the weekend before.

At least not she didn’t have anything else she needed to do until Monday. She’d also gotten quite a bit of a workout. Kaori was glad she’d worn her sneakers. Those were sitting over by the door along with her socks, allowing her bare feet to wiggle its tows against the softness of her carpet. It was an oddly relieving feeling, and Kaori let her eyes close as she sat back in her chair.

Life was good. She could have done with a little more companionship but she wasn’t starved for it. She found plenty of outlets for her libido.

It just would have been nice if someone else was plugging into her outlets.

Kaori giggled at the thought of her panties hiding a smooth hard plastic surface with the cartoonishly shocked face of a power outlet.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a cheerful sound from her computer. She had new email. With a quiet hope that there would be something more interesting than spam. The last thing Kaori was interested in was an email to enlarge her blu-ray player. Another soft giggle fluttered through her at the idea of an email that sold pills to such an affect. She’d used cleaning disks before but imagined all digital enhancement would be quite different.

After deleting two emails offering ten dollars off of a two hundred dollar purchase and one trying to guilt trip her into donating money for a dubious cause Kaori found that she did indeed have one email that stood out as interesting: a short email from her friend Holly.

Holly was a friend that Kaori had made online several years ago. They had similar geeky interests, and had met on a now defunct forum discussing which host of the Satellite of Love was superior. It was an argument they still playfully carried on even if they both truly respected eachother’s opinion.

Kaori giggled. Just seeing the name made her mind wander through many of their discussions. One of these days I’ll convince you that Joel was better.

It occurred to her, if distantly, that it had been a few weeks since they’d last spoken. It didn’t terribly bother Kaori. They both had some modicum of a life that got in the way of things. She couldn’t even remember who was next in their game of email tag.

She’d been so happy to see the email that she’d entirely missed the subject line at first. When it caught her eye she blinked and raised an eyebrow.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Hottest Webring Ever!

Hey Kaori!

Sorry that it’s been awhile. Things’ve come up, y’know? Totally going to try lying and saying that this wasn’t a part of it. You have to see it. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and it’s changing the way I think about well… everything! Give it a look. Let me know what you think.

Totally the hottest thing ever. And a webring! Can you believe those things are still around? I can’t remembering seeing one since the 90’s!

Don’t chicken out!

Hope to hear from you soon,

—H

p.s. — Headphones. Wear ’em. Otherwise you don’t get the whole experience!

Kaori giggled as she raised the eyebrow higher. A webring was an oddity, but Holly knew just how much she enjoyed the internet’s bygone days. She didn’t miss frames and a million and one javascript popups, but some of the charm wasn’t there in modern webdesign. Not for Kaori.

Her relationship with Holly was completely innocent, but they’d discussed naughtier things before. Given their mutual lack of a sex life there hadn’t been much scandalous to share. Still, an out of the blue link to a sexy webring was a bit further than their interactions usually went in that sort of a direction.

About a month ago Kaori had sent Holly an email to a photoshoot of ‘firefighters’ that not only seemed entirely content to lounge around in various states of undress but had to work out entirely too much to leave time for saving kitties from trees. It was more the way her friend was implying she’d had her whole life changed because of a sexy link.

“I am not even sure that I want to know what weird new fetish you’ve picked up, Holly.” Kaori giggled and rolled her eyes as she closed the email. She’d come back to it later.

There were too many things she wanted to look at before potentially being overwhelmed with whatever erotic oddity Holly had found. There were a few emails that she wanted to send, and a few things she wanted to see if she could find online for actually reasonable prices.

With her mail application closed Kaori pulled open her browser and began to surf, putting Holly’s oddness out of her mind.

It was getting late, and Kaori hadn’t turned on any other lights. She sat half sunken into her leather office chair with her face only illuminated by her laptop. It complimented her tanned skin beautifully as her deep eyes reflected back small mirrors of the screen.

She yawned, and glanced idly to the clock. It was late, nearing midnight in fact, but it was a Saturday. There was no reason to sleep until exhaustion overpowered her curiosity. Even nearing thirty a part of her still enjoyed that thought. It was the same part of her that occasionally had ice cream for dinner or cake for breakfast. Just has her face was still soft and youthful she hadn’t let herself grow up.

Holly insisted it was no fair that Kaori was older than her, if only by a few months, and still somehow looked ten years younger. Kaori vividly recalled replying with how frustrating it was to be constantly treated like a woman half her age.

Thinking of Holly reminded Kaori of that email. Right! Holly’s new idea for what is the “hottest thing ever”. If this is a troll link, I’m going to pout loud enough for her to hear it up in Seattle.

She pulled the email back up and hesitated before clicking. Headphones. Why did Holly insist on headphones for a webring? She imagined it could be a video, or just be some sexy swanky music in the background of whatever oddity that Holly had stumbled upon.

A few moments later she was sitting back in front of her computer with her long black hair squished down against her head by large noise cancelling headphones. Black domes swallowed up her ears and held snugly against the sides of her head. She’d bought them as much for how they sounded as for how they looked like a science fiction prop.

She pulled back up her email and landed her cursor right over the blue underlined text. Without knowing quite what to expect she clicked. Her browser opened up, and she waited.

The site loaded up and instantly Kaori blushed.

Befitting the first page in a webring it looked like a website somehow lost in time. She hadn’t seen a site with so many swirling bright flashy animated images since the 90’s. There was a song playing, beeping at her like something made for a much less advanced computer than her own. An arcade machine or a pinball table would be embarrassed to be seen next to this website. What the heck was Holly thinking? Did she get one of those email viruses?

At the top, with text a bit too large and blinking in the most irregular pattern, the site announced itself as the “Cove of Sapphic Delights.” It stretched from one side of her screen to the other, and even when it was visible was still hard to read on the background that seemed to be made of countless swirling shapes on a dull green background. The song had to be a 30 second loop, tops.

She debated pulling off her headphones, but there was something oddly charming about the computer generated bleating. It sounded incredibly happy. It might have even sounded flirty. She almost imagined it as the sounds one computer would make to flirt up another.

Kaori imagined an Ethernet cable going from one computer as to another as one beeped seductively and broke into giggles.

The center of the screen under the site’s title were a series of spinning images that seemed less like distinct shapes than bits of color. Their dancing rhythm seemed oddly familiar, and she let herself watch them while she tried to figure out where she recognized it from. After the second loop of the MIDI music that had faded largely to the background she was sure that they were dancing and spinning in time to the music.

It might not be the most… sensible… website Kaori thought, but it is nostalgic as hell. Maybe this site has been around since the 90’s. Never updated, but with someone still paying the monthly fee. Some sort of internet time capsule.

She slowly scrolled down the page, taking in the odd images as she tried to puzzle out how any of it could be sexy. At first it had felt painfully garish. Something about the happy-go-lucky music and the way everything spun in such a friendly way and its charm was growing on her. Without realizing it she’d begun to softly hum along.

Her lips shaped themselves to a lazy, dreamy smile and she paid it no mind at all.

There wasn’t a part of Kaori that thought of the website as sexy, but that hardly made it unwelcome. Her finger on the down button tapped along with the song. Kaori obliviously smiled more and scrolled lower.

Abstract animated images continued to lead a path down the middle of the screen. Minutes passed without notice as Kaori scrolled. Eventually instead of one image per line there were two. As Kaori scrolled they started to be slowly further and further apart until they were on either side of the screen framing the animated background.

When she reached the bottom of the page there was a familiar sight. A large box announcing this as the Sensuous Seduction Webring. Two links sat underneath, previous and next on the left and right.

Kaori grinned as she clicked ‘next’ and waited for what would come next.

The song cut off, but she hardly noticed it. The next page loaded much faster, and a new song teased at her ears’ attentions. The former song evoked low tech computers frolicking in a grassy field. While it was clearly still a digital composition, the instrument fidelity had improved significantly. The new song was lower in an almost sinister way and sounded like it would be more appropriate to play within a fancy ball.

Colors shifted through the background as if like dancers for the song.

There were no more images on the second page. Each line contained a blinking period, making a long ellipsis stretching down the center of her screen. Kaori followed it down, clicking down in time with the shifting colors and the new song that she found easy to hum along with.

She leaned her cheek onto her hand as she continued to scroll. It wasn’t boring or tiresome, but she was feeling tired. It had been a long day, and something about clicking, humming, watching… it was all very soothing. That made it easier for her to sink forward and watch.

Much shorter than the first page she soon found herself at the end with another banner and those two links. The layout was the same as before, and she found it just as easy to click ‘next’. This time the same song continued to play after the briefest of interruptions.

Something about it was oddly enchanting. It felt like she was being spun and danced around inside of her own head by the notes her thick opaque black headphones trapped inside.

Unlike the previous two the third page seemed completely blank. She continued to scroll, clicking her way down. There wasn’t time for Kaori to grow bored even without the song twirling her around in some infernal waltz that threatened to keep her dancing forever if she wasn’t careful.

Centered in the middle of the page loaded a picture of a woman. She wore light blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and had long platinum blonde hair that covered half of her face and fell elegantly over her shoulders.

Her bright hair was a beautiful contrast with her tanned skin. Her body managed to look both firm along her bared arms, and curvy at her hips and her bust.

The blue of her visible eye twinkled with the twirling of the dance in Kaori’s head.

Around her waist a studded black leather belt held her pants tight. The points of the studs caught Kaori’s eyes like a dancer being passed from partner to partner in an elaborate movement she hadn’t been prepared for.

Her gaze moved across, and back, as the song seemed to slow.

That, or time bent in the fuzzy lens of her mind.

Something in the song’s tempo sped up, and without a second thought she scrolled down, and clicked the offered ‘next’. The woman’s picture washed away, again giving her a blank screen as that song danced through her mind.

In dreamy half formed thoughts Kaori wondered who the woman was. She wondered if she was the woman who had made the webring, the individual site, or if she were a friend with whoever had. With how old the site seemed, Kaori found herself imagining what the woman looked like in her now. All of the images her mind conjured were beautiful, sexy, and powerful.

She’d looked young in the picture, probably nineteen. It was easy to imagine her with a more mature face that was less soft, but perhaps more intense. Kaori found herself imagining the woman’s curves perhaps less perky but more full and round.

The next picture loaded before she had time to wonder why she was thinking about the blonde’s breasts.

It was the same woman again. She was in the same exact pose, with her hands on her hips. One of her eyes was hidden behind bright golden hair while the other sparkled with intense purpose. Kaori found herself just staring and savoring the sight as she stroked along the down arrow of her keyboard to the song’s rhythm.

Then she noticed that the blonde’s top was gone. Kaori blushed, and stared at the woman’s brazenly displayed breasts. Her nipples were cutely pink, and she found her eyes dancing around them just as they had danced along the studs of her belt.

Something about how perky, how round, how perfectly shaped the woman’s breasts were made Kaori feels so warm inside. Her thighs squeezed together tight.

A moan interrupted her voice as it hummed otherwise perfectly along with the song’s haunting beauty. The song began its next loop, and again the belt caught her eyes. She imagined that her eyes looked like a slowed down pinball slamming between the studs that covered the woman’s belt, silent “dings” of a higher and higher soaring score total sung in her mind.

The song looped again and she clicked the next button that had loaded.

It was blank, but the blank faded so much quicker this time. That, or Kaori was more easily distracted by the movements in the song. It held her so rapt that until the loop finished she was unaware another picture of the woman had loaded.

Again, it was the same woman. The same pose. The same eye revealed, with the other hidden away under her hair. This time her nipples were darkened with arousal, and seemed to extend in offering. Kaori licked her lips as she imagined them closing around the tight nubs of flesh.

You’re loving staring at her body, Kaori. You’re gay now.

Kaori quivered at what felt so much like thoughts in someone else’s voice. Her eyes widened, and she stared as her cheeks flushed that much darker.

She couldn’t find it in herself to disagree. She was caught, staring at the breasts of a young goddess she’d never seen before and loving every moment of it. Her thighs were rubbing together in an attempt at giving the slick heat between much needed friction. It wasn’t enough to satisfy her, but it did make the sight even better. She was staring, and yearning to taste and be tasted.

K-kay…

It was all that she could manage to think. She wanted more. She needed more. The song twirled her around, and passed her down from the woman’s breasts to her leather belt.

Again she felt herself dizzyingly spun between each metal stud. This time she felt each graze of a corner or a smooth hard side against her clit. Her hips shook with each stud as her eyes moved from shining point to shining point. Her mouth hung open, eyes glassy as she moaned lower with even greater yearning.

Her cunt shuddered and clenched as she arched her hips to press harder into the sensations. Real or not the attempt worked, bringing deeper groans from her throat as her eyes stayed so helplessly trapped.

By the time the song’s loop ended Kaori was panting and gasping for each breath.

Only as her gaze slid lower was she able to notice that the blonde hadn’t been wearing any pants. The blonde had been wearing the belt over her naked body, and so shortly below was the lovely sight of her flushed labia. Kaori found herself licking her lips and moaning as her eyes worshipped the sight by trailing along the light that sparkled along the thin seam of her slit.

Downy blonde hair cutely framed her pussy. Something felt brazen and free about the display. She wasn’t shy about the fuzz that Kaori craved to feel sliding between her fingers. It made her sex look cuter, softer.

You love her pussy, Kaori. It’s the sexiest thing that you’ve ever seen.

Kaori moaned as the words stroked between her own trembling legs. She spread them apart, arching her body as if inviting more of the sensation. The thoughts were right.

She couldn’t remember anything as erotic. She wanted to rub her nose through her bush and suckle at the smooth skin underneath until the tanned goddess screamed for her to stop. Even then she only would for the hope of sucking again. How could she want anything else?

F-fuck yeah…

The song looped, but Kaori’s eyes stayed right where they were. Instead of scrolling for another picture, she began to work her way out of her pants. She didn’t bother with her panties. The plain tan garment was loose enough to accommodate the entry of her hand as she ran her fingers along her lust slick netherlips.

Her fingers moved as the song directed them, sliding along her slit until the part of the song that spun her around. Then her touch would slide up to grace her clit long enough to make her bend nearly in half before stroking back down.

It was a cruelly beautiful dance, but her partner was skilled. Every time she yearned for more with such intensity that sobs rose in her throat the song looped again, and the act snapped her in line. Her first orgasm hit at the end of one loop, and the second began at the start of another. Soon one melted into the next as her hips shook harder, her thighs parted wider, and her eyes stayed locked on the divine sight of her goddess’s pussy.

You’re becoming more obedient every moment. You want to be her slave.

Kaori groaned as the words urged her fingers to curl inside of her. The leather under her squelched with the movements of her body as she screamed. With the twin black domes squeezed over her ears so tight she heard nothing but the sweet erotic sounds of the song dancing her fingers deeply inside of herself.

She came again, not even noticing the light beside the webcam on her laptop as she soaked her fingers and her chair with her lust.

Her slaaave… Yesssss…

Kaori whimpered and closed her teeth around her lower lip as she stroked herself through her own afterglow. The music was starting to quiet, and she felt softer as its volume lowered. The song had been riding her, and without its intensity she was blunted. Lesser.

It felt so fucking amazing.

Listen, Kaori, and obey. You want to obey, don’t you? Nod, and obey.

Kaori’s lips started to part to reply, but when she was told to nod they hung wordlessly open. Her head moved up and down. Her eyes fluttered. Obeying. She was obeying. That meant that she was being a good slave. The pieces fell so neatly into place with no effort for Kaori at all. Her open lips faintly curved into a tired smile.

Good girl, Kaori. Pull up your top. Take off your bra. Obey.

She couldn’t obey fast enough.

Soon her shirt was bunched up over her shoulders, and her bra was falling from her limp hands. The intensity of the command, and the weariness from a long day even before her long session of intense masturbation, left her drained.

It wasn’t something that would keep her from obeying, but it left her with little extra energy to spare. Kaori was almost certain something in the music liked that.

Her breasts were smaller than the tanned goddess, and so much paler. Her nipples were still dark with arousal, and stood at attention. The webcam silently captured their dark puffy sight for the benefit of whoever watched on the other side.

Very good girl, Kaori. Twist your nipples. Obey.

Kaori raised her tired arms and grasped her nipples tight before she gave them both a hard twist. Her voice came out as a shuddering scream as she bent forward. Her eyes remained locked on the sight of her goddess’s cunt even as they fluttered.

The glassy depths of her dark brown eyes were deliciously empty.

Perfect. It’s time to turn your mind off now, Kaori.

Obey.

For a moment Kaori wondered how she could obey. She wanted to, with every fiber of her being, but she’d never learned how to do that. Even with all of her focus being on the picture that held her gaze and the voice in her head she didn’t see how that would even be possible.

When the song went away Kaori stopped being able to wonder anything at all.

She slumped forward in her chair with a tired whimper as the last spark of intellect faded from her eyes. She stared sightlessly at the goddess’s snatch, and otherwise did nothing.

Look up to the pretty light, Kaori.

Kaori’s brown eyes looked up until they were gazing helplessly at the activity light of her own laptop’s webcam. No realization dawned on her face. She just stared.

Very good, Kaori.

The voice whispered more words into her ears, but Kaori’s mind was switched off like a light. She wasn’t there to listen.

But she could still obey.

Kaori woke up and took off her headphones. They felt tight from resting on her head all night. She didn’t even glance at the time before she opened up her email. She clicked for a new message and surrendered to the impulses that guided her fingers across her keyboard.

I’m not thinking, but I’m typing. I can’t think on my own. My head is empty.

The “to” field filled with her friend Tina’s email address. The subject sounded familiar as she typed it, but that didn’t matter. She wasn’t supposed to think.

She was supposed to obey.

“Hottest Webring Ever!” filled the subject line.

Dimly she remembered that she’d received the same email from Holly before. She lacked the presence of mind to wonder if her friend had sent the same email to any more of their friends or someone else she didn’t know. All she knew was her task.

Small talk. Insisting that she would have just gone to bed with how late it was if the link wasn’t the sexiest thing that she’d ever seen. The instructions has been very precise, but not given her the exact words. The instructions hadn’t come from someone who knew what she would put in an email. It was important that it look like it really came from her.

She even remembered to tell Tina about the benefits of headphones.

After the email was sent she turned off her laptop and crawled into bed with a hand between her legs. The scent of her lust filled her nostrils as she drifted off to sleep. She had obeyed perfectly.

Nothing felt better than that.

There was a moment when she came to where Kaori’s mind was seized with a terrible flood of panic. What she remembered of the night before was intense, and too much for her to take. I clicked on Holly’s link, and then… and then…

She remembered the email she’d sent with perfect clarity as though the keys were still warm under her fingertips. Tina was always such a trusting friend. She’d follow the instructions perfectly. Kaori could already imagine her staring so helplessly lost into her computer screen as that site worked its magic on her friend. Her clit throbbed and pleaded for her touch.

Kaori didn’t struggle for a moment as her hand slid down along her body and slipped back under her drenched panties. It didn’t take long for her voice to break into sharp cries of pleasure as her body shook. When she closed her eyes, all she could see was…

Her.

Nothing on the site had told her the blonde’s name. If the song had whispered it into her ears it had managed to escape. She quivered and whined in quiet longing to know more.

She had no way to reach out and contact whoever that woman was. She could go back to the site, but she’d sent that same link to Tina. There seemed little hope for more than just a longer gaze at the divine snatch that had done something so powerful to her brain. It felt wrapped up on a hot dreamy fog that smelled so much like the hot scent between her legs.

No one would ever have accused Kaori of a photographic memory but she could remember the final picture of the blonde woman with perfect clarity. Even still there was so much that she hadn’t seen. She wondered at the curves of her ass, and at her hidden eye.

It was such an easy fantasy to masturbate to, and took such little time to send her groaning her way into orgasm.

New impulses filled her mind as she came. She knew the one person she could reach out to. The one person she knew who would understand. After she suckled her hand clean she opened up her IRC client and logged onto the network where she sometimes spoke with holly.

Not five seconds after she logged in Holly had already messaged her.

“Hey, Kaori! You checked out the link, right?”

“Yeah. I wore headphones, just like you said. My big black pair. What was that, Holly…?” Kaori quivered as she stared at her email client at the bottom of her screen. Even closed it felt somehow sinister. It felt like it could reach out and grab her in a way she couldn’t see coming.

Her headphones, even silent and laying on her desk, looked like a coiled snake.

Holly’s reply of a cute laughing emote startled Kaori. “The sexiest thing in the world. Yeah, you definitely listened to the whole thing. Oh, She’s going to be so happy. Did you send the email?”

“Yeah. I… Passed out or something last night, and then I sent it right away before I crawled my way to bed.” Kaori blushed as she stared again at her headphones. She didn’t believe that she’d passed out at all. She just didn’t remember what had been done to her after her mind had been turned off. Whatever had been switched in her mind to empty it out into obedient oblivion seemed switched back by a good nights’ sleep.

The change to her orientation was holding much more tightly at her mind. Even being certain that something in that link had been responsible for the lust she felt imagining another woman’s body didn’t make it feel less intense. Artificially influenced or not, it was now a part of her.

It was a part of her that made her pussy drenched like nothing she’d ever felt.

“Oooh that’s great. That means you’re the next link in the ring! Check your email, Kaori.” Kaori could imagine Holly’s words on her screen full of youthful excitement. She’d spoken with the other woman on voice chat a time or two, and clearly remembered the way she’d sounded gushing over a blu-ray release’s special features. “Like… right now.”

“I don’t know…” she quickly replied.

“Yes you do! Oh what was that line…?” Holly’s message sat unanswered and unfinished for several moments on the screen. Kaori shuddered as she tried to not spend the time imagining what she would do with that blonde’s body if she were there. It was too easy to imagine how perfect it would feel to take the woman’s tight thigh between her legs, or to fall to her knees and lose herself in the woman’s pussy until she couldn’t take anymore. “Oh! Right! ‘Studded minds twirl and fade.’ That should be it…”

Kaori’s response was a shuddering string of vowels and consonants as her hands shook on her keyboard and a long slow moan oozed from her lips. Her deep brown eyes went blank as she slouched forward. Her thighs clenched tight. Deep inside of Kaori’s mind she was lost in the blonde’s belt again, slamming from stud to stud to stud as her mind spun and drifted away.

“Ooh yeah, those were the right words. Now, check your email like a good girl.”

She sat in the still sticky seat of her chair as she mindlessly waited for it to load. Unlike before there was no impatience, only the sweet perfect feeling of eventuality. There wasn’t enough of Kaori still awake to be concerned with how long it was taking. When it finished loading she opened up her email to find a new message from Holly.

All it contained was a new link.

“I’ve opened my email, Holly.”

“Good! Mmmm trust me, once you’re done, you’ll be thanking me for sending you the link. It’s so good to be Hers, Kaori. It’s so… perfect. I’m going to let you go now, and you’re going to click the link. Don’t forget to put your headphones on. Can you do that, Kaori?”

Kaori nodded as she sent the quick reply of “yes.”

“Perfect! You just enjoy yourself… Oooh I know that I did… Fuck nothing is better than… Mmm. I’ll stop getting in your way. Obey, Kaori! I’ll talk with you soon!” Holly signed off, and Kaori shuddered. Hers. Holly was Hers. Kaori shuddered as her mind slowly worked through what that meant.

Kaori entombed her ears in the large black headphones and clicked the link.

The activity light on her webcam flared to life, and Kaori found herself excited that she was only wearing her panties. If She could see her, then She could see almost everything there was to see. It took the page a moment to load, but when it did the center of the screen showed what looked like a mirror.

The feed of Kaori’s bare body reflected in it as though her computer truly were housing a mirror. Kaori stared into her own dull glassy eyes as a new song began to play in her ears.

The instrumentation was back to the archaic bleeps and bloops with harder, flat pings for percussion. Unlike the dance of the second song, or the frolicking of the first, this new song was trashiness incarnate. Simulated instruments chimed hot dripping porn funk into her ears, and Kaori groaned at how good it felt.

Her reflection’s eyes sparkled and twinkled. She stared, moaning as the song weaved its way deeper and deeper into her mind. The sight of her own helpless gaze helped the song melt at deeper parts of her identity as she shuddered and groaned.

Her mouth hung slack and open as wordless pleasured sounds dribbled out.

This woman is now Hers. She is a slave. She will obey Her commands. She is another obedient link in Her chain.

The voice in her mind was so much more forceful now. It didn’t need to try to slip in carefully and then whisper the ideas to her vacant mind. Instead it insisted them loudly and her mind spread open wide to yield and confirm to what the words decreed as truth.

Something primal and erotic in the song guided Kaori’s hips as they rolled to press her pulsing cunt into the force of will that had penetrated her own so deeply. Every moment she spent listening to the song enforced the perfect truth that it was thrusting into her mind. The woman in the mirror was Her slave. She would obey Her commands.

She will obeyyyy…!

Kaori’s hands traced along the inside of her thighs as her hips rolled quicker with the song that flowed between her legs. There was no struggling against the feeling. There was no resistance. There was only the music and the truth that she would obey.

She stared into her own eyes, and yearned for the browns to be the blues of her goddess. There was only one woman that Kaori could imagine belonging to, and it was Her.

It was a deeper truth than how helplessly she longed to obey.

Make her obey. Masturbate. Obey.

Kaori screamed as her hands dived between her legs. Fingers thrust deep and quick between her legs as others plucked and stroked at her eagerly throbbing clit. The woman in her screen followed suit, and Kaori screamed louder.

It was so perfect to obey.

I obeyyyyy! She obeys!

The musky scent of pussy filled the room as Kaori fucked herself in time to the throbbing pulse of the music that throbbed and pulsed at her ears.

She watched her own eyes tremble and flutter, and saw her owner’s control deep inside.

“Kaori, open your eyes.”

She groaned as she fluttered open her eyes. Some time had passed, but she wasn’t sure how much. She felt a lot less sticky from her own sweat and juices. At some stage she must have showered. She had no memory of the event, but she had already realized how little that mattered.

When her mind was turned off, Kaori would do whatever she was told. She would obey, and she would love it. Nothing was better than that.

Holly was so fucking right.

Where before there had been a mirror, there was now another woman, topless as she was, smiling with the same dazed and bliss drunk expression she recognized herself as wearing. Kaori had hoped that she would open her eyes to see Her, her blonde goddess, but the voice was all wrong for that. It was still just as pleasant to see Holly with her long red hair and perky breasts.

“I am your previous link. You are my next link. Together we hold together Her web of obedience.” Holly giggled as she held up her left hand, a simple silver band encircling the fourth finger. “She has your address. You’ll have your web ring soon.”

Kaori’s thighs clenched as she stared down at her left hand. A silver ring. A wedding ring from Her. It would be a symbol of her eternal obedience, her eternal submission.

“You’ve already begun forging the next link, taking your first step as Hers. She likes Her links to keep each other happy when She isn’t using them.” Holly shuddered and licked her lips as her hand fell to her lap. Kaori stared with her mouth half opened as she watched her friend start to stroke along her already wet slit. “W-we can’t… Mmmm… be together in person right now… Mmmm but we can do this, and maybe you can come up for the next con, or I can spend a weekend down there… It would make Her very happy…”

Kaori nodded as she felt her own hand teasing along her thigh. Holly’s words were Her words, and that made them right. She bit her lip and moaned as her cheeks flushed. She’d never masturbated with anyone before, much less another woman.

It felt even better than she could have imagined.

“I-I’d like that too! I want to make Her happy… To be an obedient link in Her ch-chain… Oooh… I want to feel Her ring on my finger, so I can rub it into my clit…” Kaori’s eyes fluttered as her breathing quickened. Her breasts shook at her chest as her hips moved to meet her fingers. Her eyes gazed helplessly at her friend’s hand buried between her legs, fantasizing that she could be that hand to better please Her.

“Mmmm it feels so good… I want you to feel Her ring, too… The one… Oooh… On my… on my hand!” Holly whimpered as she rose a hand to twist and tug at her nipple.

For a moment their eyes met, each staring into their webcams as their bodies thrashed and shuddered in perfect obedience to their blonde goddess.

Held in Her web, Kaori had a whole new reason to look forward to spending the weekend glued to her computer.