The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sarah drifted in an erotic, pleasure filled trance. After the stress of her past few days, it felt wonderful to just relax and bask in the pleasurable sensations of hypnosis. The deep arousal that enveloped her added to her joy and, for a time whose length she couldn’t determine, all of her cares seemed to dissolve.

She heard sounds around her – a door opening and closing, voices. But none of it mattered. She let it all slide by as she let herself feel pleasure, let herself feel sexual arousal. She was aware of sensations on her body – of movement, but it all ended with her continuing to feel relaxation… and pleasure.

“Wake up now, Sarah.” Reluctantly, Sarah’s eyes blinked open. She found herself sitting on her couch, completely limp and relaxed. Her head was down on her chest, and her arms were lying, splayed out on the cushions. As a result of her deep state of relaxation her knees were inadvertently spread in a lewd manner.

She was also quite surprised to notice that she was dressed, wearing the same pair of jeans and tight t-shirt that she had been wearing when Mistress Catherine arrived. Finding this slightly strange – and vaguely disappointing, as she had assumed that she would be engaging in some sexual games and finding release for the erotic energy welling up inside of her – she slowly lifted her head, where she found something even more strange.

Sandy was kneeling across the room from her, completely naked, and staring straight at her!

Sarah immediately felt all of the relaxation that had felt so good evaporate, and she sat bolt upright in panic, completely at a loss for words.

Fortunately, Mistress Catherine, who stood by the side of the couch, supplied the words that eluded Sarah.

“Don’t worry, my dear, she’s quite deeply hypnotized.”

Sarah breathed a huge sigh of relief, although a small twinge of disappointment shot through her as well. As she looked again at her friend, though, all of these feelings took a back seat to the lust that started to creep over her.

Just as she had in the restaurant, Sandy looked so deeply entranced; so completely zoned out; so utterly helpless, that Sarah’s sex immediately responded. If possible, Sandy looked even more deeply hypnotized this time, Sarah thought. And, to add to all of that, she was completely naked and kneeling in a submissive posture – her breasts thrust proudly before her, her legs wide open, revealing her wet sex.

“You seem to like what you see.” Mistress Catherine’s voice betrayed her amusement as Sarah’s desire for Sandy was written clearly across her face, and over her flushed body.

“I’m going to give my little slave here some instructions, and I want you to hear them, Sarah, so listen very carefully. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Sarah replied, though the words were barely audible as her desire forced her to almost choke them out.

“Sandy, my slave,” Mistress walked to Sandy and began stroking her hair. The slave’s eyes narrowed to slits as Mistress’s touch soothed her deeper into trance, but remained open enough for Sarah to see how vacant and glassy they were. “First, I want you to know that I have thoroughly enjoyed dominating you this weekend. You’ve been a very good slave, and performed very well for someone so new.”

Sarah could see, even in her deep trance, Sandy’s mouth flicker slightly into a smile at these comments.

“But Sandy, I am going to leave you now, although I will see you again very soon. But I still have some commands that I want you to obey. Can you do that for me, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Hearing Sandy’s voice caused Sarah’s sex to pulse with sexual need – Sandy’s voice was so empty, so compliant, so obedient.

“Good girl. Now, I gave you a few commands earlier that will remain in effect no matter what happens the rest of the day. Do you remember those commands?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Except for those commands, I am giving control of you to someone else. Do you see a woman sitting on the couch in front of you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“For the rest of the day, she has the power to command you while you are hypnotized. You will obey her as you would obey me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“She can also give you post-hypnotic suggestions, and she can bring you out of trance. If this happens, you will obey those commands for the rest of the day as well. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“If she chooses to bring you out of trance, she can bring you back to this very deep state by simply touching your forehead. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. I will see you soon, my slave.”

With that, Mistress Catherine turned away and began walking toward the door.

“Wait!” Sarah had so many questions racing through her mind that she didn’t even know where to begin.

“Enjoy, Sarah.”

“But what am I supposed to do?”

“That’s up to you. Be aware, though, that at midnight tonight, she will come out of hypnosis, and be free of any commands that you’ve given her.”

“But, what… I mean…”

“Use your imagination. But know this – this isn’t something I do lightly, and I’m not likely to do it again, at least not under these circumstances. Don’t squander this time.”

“But, what…”

“I will say no more. The rest is for you to decide. It’s about noon now. You have twelve hours to figure out what to do with her.”

“But, does she remember? I mean, if I bring her out… does she…”

“This is all up to you. She is, of course, still aware of what happened last weekend, although if you choose to block that memory – or alter it – you can. The memories will return at midnight, though.”

“And, what about Wednesday? Does she know what happened?”

“Those memories have remained locked away in her subconscious. You can unlock them if you wish, but right now she only remembers the night as a deeply erotic and submissive blur. But enough with the explanation. If you want to know more, you’ll have to discover it for yourself. Eve has prepared a bag of clothes for Sandy, should you need them. They’re next to the door. Have fun!”

With that, Mistress Catherine strode towards the door. Sarah still had so many questions that she wanted to ask, but she could tell by Mistress Catherine’s expression that she would provide no more answers. As she stepped out of the apartment, Mistress Catherine turned towards Sarah again.

“One last thing. You must remove all barriers before you can unlock the final barrier.”

Sarah stared at Mistress in confusion.

“I suspect you’ll know what that means soon enough.”

As the door closed shut, Sarah continued to stare, wondering what on earth that last comment could have meant. Then, she turned to look at Sandy, and began pondering her next move.

She had been so startled by the situation that her intense arousal had somehow drifted to the back of her mind but now, alone with her naked friend, who was hers to command, it all came racing back. On weak knees, she got up from the couch and squatted down next to Sandy.

For several minutes she simply stared at her friend. Sarah felt the heat within her continue to rise as she looked at her friend’s beautiful naked body – the body that she had longed for so many times. And now, here it was, completely open and available to her.

But what should she do? First, she decided, she should try out what it felt like to control her.

“Sandy, can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Stand up, Sandy.” Sandy immediately stood.

Sarah couldn’t believe it! Her arousal was growing so intense that she couldn’t stop herself any more. She pulled her hypnotized friend toward her and barely managed to whisper the command, “kiss me,” before she plunged her tongue into Sandy’s waiting lips. The two engaged in a deep, passionate kiss that lasted for quite some time – Sarah desperately exploring Sandy’s yielding, submissive mouth.

Eventually, Sarah pulled back. Sandy still wore the same blank expression as she stared at Sarah, awaiting her next command.

The kiss had stoked the fires raging in Sarah’s body, and part of her wanted to throw Sandy to the floor and command her to have wild, passionate sex with her. The burning erotic flames racing through her veins, causing her nipples to throb painfully with each heartbeat almost overcame her. But somehow, a sliver of rational thought penetrated her mind.

Afraid that she might lose her willpower if she continued to look at her friend, Sarah turned away. She needed to think about this. She had been so sexually frustrated the past few days, and here was an opportunity to deal with that. She was sure that twelve hours of sex with Sandy would leave her satisfied for quite some time. And the possibility was so appealing, that at no time did Sarah rule it out as a possibility.

And why should she? Mistress Catherine had made her realize just how much she repressed her sexual desires – how afraid of them she seemed to be. Was that why she had given Sandy to Sarah for the day? Did she want Sarah to just have endless sex with Sandy for twelve hours – to give in to her lust?

But there were other possibilities, as well, and Sarah didn’t want to blow them off without thinking things through a bit. Mistress Catherine had told her that she could control Sandy’s memories – that she could temporarily erase certain things.

As she looked at her friend, the woman she had grown so close to over the past couple of years, she suddenly realized that, beyond all of the sexual need that she was feeling, and all the frustration that had plagued her these past several days, what she missed most was being with her friend, talking to her, enjoying her company. In the past week, she had wished countless times that things could just go back to the way they used to be. Now, here was a chance to have that, at least for the day.

As she turned all of this over in her mind, Sarah made a decision. After all, she had twelve hours, and could place Sandy back into trance whenever she wanted. For now, she would push down her physical desires – there was plenty of time to explore those, and Sandy’s body, later. Turning back to her friend, she began to give her commands.

“Sandy, do you remember what happened on your birthday?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember you and I having sex?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want you to continue to remember that, but I don’t want you to remember that it was me who was there. As far as you can remember, it was just another one of Mistress Catherine’s slaves. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Also, when I bring you out of trance, you won’t question how you got here. It’ll be just like any of the other Sunday’s that you’ve spent over at my apartment. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Sarah glanced towards the door at the bag of clothes that Mistress Catherine had provided. But then she turned away from them – after all, she had to have a little bit of erotic fun, didn’t she? And Mistress had said something about removing barriers before she left, so why add the barrier of clothing? For a moment she considered taking off her own clothes, but decided that that might just lead her to too much temptation.

“Sandy, when you wake up, you won’t realize that you’re naked. You will think that you are wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt much like mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now, wake up!” Sarah had never really been very good at snapping her fingers, but she did her best. The sound was a bit weak, but it seemed to work, as Sandy’s eyes fluttered a couple of times, and then all of the vibrant, radiant energy that made Sandy so wonderful to be around quickly flooded her face and body. Sandy looked around in confusion for only a moment before her face broke out into a wide, excited smile.

“Sarah, it’s been so long! I feel like soooo much has happened since I’ve seen you last!”

The image of Sandy lost in hypnotic submission so closely juxtaposed with her bright, sparkling disposition now was almost too much for Sarah – she was tempted to put Sandy back into trance right now and simply have her way with her. Instead, she yielded as Sandy took her in a warm, enthusiastic embrace.

“How have you been, Sarah?”

“I’ve been… okay. How have you been?”

“Well, I’ve had quite a week, let me tell you. But you’re probably going to need to be sitting down for this.”

They both moved to the couch and sat down.

“It’s awfully cold in here, don’t you think?” Sandy was rubbing her arms to try to warm up and her nipples were growing quite stiff.

“It feels fine to me,” Sarah replied, “here use this blanket.”

As Sarah watched Sandy wrap a blanket around her naked shoulders, making no attempt to cover her breasts since she didn’t know they were exposed, Sarah couldn’t help but remember Sandy’s birthday, just after Mistress Catherine had left – the first time. Sandy had sat in much the same way, naked except for a blanket, discussing what it felt like to be under Mistress Catherine’s spell. Even Sarah’s own desperate feelings of frustrated arousal were the same. Of course, this time, Sarah, Casey, Mila, and Shirley weren’t there to listen, but still, the odd sense of déjà vu made Sarah giggle slightly.

“What’s so funny?” Sandy asked.

“Oh, nothing. The blanket just reminded me of something. So, tell me about this crazy week!”

“Well, there are some things that I don’t think I can tell – gotta protect the innocent, you know?”

“I guess.” Sarah blushed as she thought about what Sandy’s reaction would be if she only knew just how much Sarah already knew.

“But anyway, after my birthday party, after you all left, Mistress Catherine came back!”

“Really?!” Sarah did her best to sound surprised, but was afraid that her acting just wasn’t up to par. Sandy, however, seemed too wrapped up in her memories of that night to notice. She suddenly turned a deep shade of crimson as she haltingly told her story. Sarah couldn’t help but look at Sandy’s exposed breasts and sex, and notice how the nipples now seemed to be hard with something other than the cold. Sandy was slowly, subtly, rubbing her thighs together.

All of this was causing Sarah’s own arousal to become more and more distracting.

The only reason she was able to control herself was that as Sandy told the story – a story that Sarah already knew quite well, she seemed to tactfully avoid all of the details that Sarah most wanted to hear. As Sarah recounted the events of that night, she focused on her feelings, how Mistress Catherine made her learn things about herself; how she had unlocked parts of her that, now that she was aware of them, made her feel complete, and fulfilled, and happy.

As she talked, Sarah found herself looking less and less at Sandy’s naked body, and focusing, instead, on what she was saying. The conversation she’d had with Mistress Catherine this morning kept slipping into her mind as Sandy recounted the feelings of freedom and release that she had experienced through her submission to Mistress Catherine.

When Sandy finally reached the part where Sarah entered the story, she referred to her as, “Mistress’s slave.”

Upon hearing this word, tears immediately filled Sarah’s eyes and, despite her best efforts, she couldn’t control them. Sandy immediately tried to comfort her upset friend.

“What’s the matter, Sarah? Are you okay? Do you want me to stop talking about this?”

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s just…” Sarah looked up through her tears and saw Sandy’s look of concern. But she also saw what was behind that look – the warmth and compassion that was why Sarah had such strong feelings for her.

But now, that look also meant something different to Sarah. She had made passionate love to this woman. Sandy had licked her to orgasm in the middle of a restaurant. Heck, she was sitting on her couch completely naked! All Sandy wanted to do at this moment was to pull Sandy to her and enjoy another deep, soulful kiss like the one she had taken when Sandy was hypnotized moments before.

Fearing that her lustful desires might overcome her at any moment, she frantically reached forward and tapped Sandy on the forehead. She was shocked to watch as her friend’s eyes slammed shut and her naked body collapsed into a limp heap on the couch.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Sarah thought about what she should do next. Seeing her friend completely lost in trance on her couch was making it hard to ignore the ache in her sex and the sensitivity of her skin. For a moment she considered having sex with Sandy to relieve some of this sexual tension. After all, she had all day, and there was no reason that the sex couldn’t come first!

But as she looked down at Sandy’s open, vulnerable body and mind, this option somehow didn’t feel right. And, Sarah realized, she really was interested in hearing more about how all of Sandy’s experiences had affected her. Finally, she made a decision.

Getting up from the couch, Sarah went to the bag of clothes next to the door and opened it. Inside, she found a pair of jeans and a sensible sweater. She tossed those onto the couch next to Sandy and gave her friend a new set of commands.

“Sandy, I want you to open your eyes but remain in trance.” Sandy did as she was told. “Now, on the couch next to you, you will find some clothes. I want you to put those on.”

Again, Sandy did as Sarah commanded.

While Sandy was diligently but lethargically putting the clothes one, Sarah began to think over their conversation so far. In particular, she wondered why hearing Sandy refer to her as “one of Mistress’s slaves” had affected her so much.

Part of it, she knew, was that she longed for Sandy to know what had really happened – wished that there wasn’t this… barrier!... between them. Was that what Mistress Catherine meant? But that couldn’t be it. As she thought more about it, she realized there was another reason that she had reacted so strongly. When Sandy referred to her as Mistress Catherine’s slave, Sarah had pictured herself in a collar, kneeling before the hypnotist. The image had moved her somehow. But how? And why?

Looking back at Sandy, Sarah realized that hearing more of her story might help to illuminate her own reactions to thinking about submitting to Mistress Catherine. And besides, the sooner she finished talking to Sandy, the sooner she could have hypnotic sex with her – and she was so aroused by this point that she was craving that release. She spoke to Sandy once again.

“Sandy, when you come out of trance, you will forget about my reaction to your story just now. In fact, you will think that you’ve finished telling that part of the story, and will pick up with the next morning. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Wake up!” Sarah’s snap was, once again, rather pathetic, but it still got the job done. Sandy’s eyes opened and she looked sleepily at her friend for just a moment before her energy returned.

“So, anyway, the next day I woke up and I felt wonderful. I tried to call you but I guess you were busy. I was just so excited to tell you about what had happened.”

It suddenly struck Sarah just how remarkable it was that Sandy would have wanted to tell her about this – that she was telling her about this now so openly. It made her realize two things. First, she came to know the true depths of their friendship. Telling a story about submitting to a stranger and having sex with what she thought were two of her slaves was something that many women would probably keep to themselves. Heck, Sarah herself hadn’t told anyone, and was afraid to even discuss it with Sandy, who had been there! But Sandy never hesitated to talk about what happened – she seemed to trust Sarah on a level that touched her very deeply.

Sarah began to blink back tears, not wanting her emotions to interrupt the story any more.

The second thing that Sarah realized was that her friend was different somehow. She seemed to carry herself with a new confidence that she wasn’t used to seeing in her. In some subtle way, Sandy had grown, and Sarah admired her all the more for it.

By now, Sandy was telling the story of the night of her ultimate submission – of choosing between hypnotic games and true, deep submission. Once again, Sandy skimmed over the kinky details, and focused mainly on what she had felt throughout the evening, which culminated in her earning her collar.

Sarah, though, was almost thankful for these omissions. Her own fervent imagination – an imagination that had grown quite vivid after years of relying on her own fantasies for sexual gratification – filled in the gaps well enough, and the result was that her own arousal was once again threatening to overcome her. Had Sandy described the scene of crawling across the table, or being chained to the wall as countless Mistresses fondled her, Sarah knew that she would not be able to resist the desire to plunge Sandy back into trance and create an erotic scene of their own. After all, she didn’t have to simply fantasize now. She could do with Sandy as she wished.

But as Sandy reached the climax of the story – as she talked of how it felt to receive her Mistress’s collar, Sarah became so enraptured in the tale that not even her pulsing need for release could tempt her to stop the narration. As Sandy concluded that part of her story, Sarah glanced down at her own groin, knowing that she was so hopelessly dripping that her secretions must have soaked through her jeans. But when she looked down, she found it curious that there wasn’t so much as a wet spot.

Sandy began to speak once again.

“So, then, there was Wednesday, but, honestly, it’s all kind of a blur. But Friday, though…”

“Wait, I wanted to ask you something about the earlier part of your story.”

“Sure.”

“This Eve, and the other one – Jenny, right? Who are they? I mean, are they just her mindless robots or something?”

“Oh, no! They’re… well… pretty amazing…”

Sandy then paused for a long moment and Sarah stared at her, not knowing what was going on. It seemed that it was now Sandy’s turn to get a little choked up, and Sarah’s to provide the comfort.

“What is it, Sandy? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing, I was just thinking… how much I enjoy this. I’ve just been dying to talk to you about all this… it’s just… thank you for being such a great friend. I’m not sure I could really tell the others about this – heck, Shirley would probably freak out! But I know I can talk to you, and trust that you’ll listen.”

Sarah suddenly felt a wave of shame wash over her. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was feeling so guilty, but she was. Was it the kiss she had taken earlier – or what she had planned to do with Sandy later in the evening? Was it wrong to take advantage of her like that? After all, Sandy had submitted to Mistress Catherine, and Mistress Catherine wanted this to happen. Sarah tried not to think about it as Sandy began speaking again.

“Anyway, enough mushy stuff… so Eve and Jenny…”

Sandy began to relate the story that she had heard only a day earlier, recounting for Sarah the story of Jenny’s submission to Eve, and then the submission of both of them to Mistress Catherine. Through sentimental tears, Sandy finished relating the tale.

“…and it was all just so touching. I mean, they just love each other so much, and they’ve found such a unique way to be happy together, but it seems to mean so much to both of them.”

Sarah had also grown a bit weepy during the story. The story had moved her even as the details – Sarah seemed much more forthcoming with them this time (and definitely seemed to be deriving her own pleasure from them) – had sent her body swirling into another hurricane of lust and desire.

Glancing at a window, Sarah realized that it had grown dark and momentarily felt panic rise up in her. What if she let time slip away and didn’t leave enough time for sex with Sandy? But as she glanced back at her friend, she realized with a simultaneously sad and love filled heart, that she wasn’t going to hypnotize Sandy and make her have sex with her. Sandy had submitted to Mistress Catherine, and Sarah knew that obeying her Mistress brought Sandy great pleasure. But Sarah was in control of these twelve hours, and she wouldn’t take advantage of her friend, even if that meant remaining sexually frustrated all night long.

She rose from the couch and went to the kitchen to get some matches. Returning, she lit some candles on the end tables next to the couch, and then rejoined Sandy on the couch, almost gasping when she saw how this soft light caused her friend’s face to glow with an almost unearthly light.

No, she thought, Sandy is more to me than simply a sex toy. I’ll just try to bring myself off after she leaves. And with that, she started wondering just how much more time she had. She would lose all power over Sandy at midnight, so she had to make sure she left enough time to get her home before that happened.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Sandy’s hand on her arm, and heard her friend softly ask her a question.

“Do you think it’s really possible?”

“W-what?”

“What Eve and Jenny have. I mean, do you really think two people can submit to someone as completely as they have submitted to Mistress, and still be so in love with each other?”

“I don’t know. From what you said, it seems like it.”

Sandy suddenly looked very sad.

“Everything’s been happening so fast this week. And, don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved every minute of it. And I can’t wait for more. And the sex… my god!” Sandy suddenly blushed very deeply.

“But hearing their story… it just… got me thinking…”

“About what?” Sarah’s heart was pounding in her chest, and her arousal wasn’t the only reason.

“Well, hearing that story made me very aware of something. I’m not in love with Mistress. I mean, I love submitting to her, and now I don’t know what I’d do without that. But, being with her has made me so much more aware – of what I want, and what’s important to me. It’s left me feeling so fulfilled in so many ways… but there’s one thing missing.”

“What’s that?” Sarah was almost certain she knew the answer, but she still wanted to hear Sandy say it.

“Someone to share it all with. Someone who understands. Someone I can trust, and who trusts me even as I give such intimate parts of myself to my Mistress.”

Sarah felt herself shaking. She wanted so badly to scream “ME! I can be that for you!” But something held her back. Sandy was confiding in her, not hitting on her.

“Being hypnotized and submitting to Mistress has just brought things into such focus, and I’ve realized that this is something that I’ve been missing for a while.”

“W-what about…” Sarah paused, wondering if she should reveal herself, but instead, said, “Penny? The two of you seemed to… have fun… on your birthday.”

Sandy blushed deeper than Sarah had ever seen her – or anyone – blush.

“That wasn’t the only time… I mean, we… But, no, no… Penny’s my boss. I respect her. I admire her. I consider her a friend. But our journeys are different. Her submiss…”

If it were possible, Sandy blushed deeper.

“I really shouldn’t talk about her. That’s her business. Just trust me, Penny isn’t the answer.”

“Do you think there’s someone who is?” Sarah felt herself blush almost as deeply as Sandy. All of the arousal that she had felt for the entire day was swirling around with no outlet, but now, her emotions were raging just as violently within her. She watched as Sandy turned to her with an expression that Sarah had never seen before.

That look could mean so many things. Sandy was clearly feeling so many emotions right now, and had had such a thrilling but, inevitably, confusing week. Sarah’s mind was racing with possibilities – Sandy was vulnerable, she was just overcome after hearing Eve and Jenny’s story – there were so many possible meanings to that look.

Tossing away everything that she usually felt, every excuse that she usually made, Sarah stopped thinking and simply acted—she leaned forward and kissed Sandy on the lips. When Sandy didn’t respond, she lingered for just a moment and then pulled back, horror slowly gripping her at what she had just done.

Sandy stared at her for a moment, her previous expression changed to one of shock. And then she reached toward Sarah and pulled her close, pressing her mouth against Sarah’s, parting her lips, inviting Sarah’s tongue between them.

All of the feelings that had been swirling within Sarah, the lust, the desire, the affection, the fear, all cascaded out of her and into that kiss, letting their tongues create an even larger maelstrom within her as she and Sandy pressed their bodies together, kissing as deeply and yearningly as they each knew how.

As they continued to ravage each other’s mouths, their hand began working on each other’s tops. Before long, they were both topless – their hands roamed over each other’s breasts, caressing, grabbing, stroking, pinching. Moans were escaping from both of their mouths, and Sarah knew that the blushes that had crept over both of them earlier were still there, but were now purely the result of their desires.

Sandy leaned back on the couch, inviting Sarah to follow her, and Sarah gazed down at her friend’s beautiful naked body. A body that she had seen only a few short hours before, but that was now available to her in a way that it had never been.

But then, a wave of grief nearly engulfed Sarah. Rather than lowering herself on top of her expectant friend, she reached down and softly tapped her on the forehead. As her finger had moved towards Sandy, she had looked upon Sarah with a startled look of confusion, but that look disappeared as the hypnotic commands penetrated everything else that she felt, and Sandy went completely limp.

Sarah felt her tears pouring from her eyes as she felt Sandy limp beneath her. This is what she had always wanted, and yet, now that it was here, she realized that it had all been a lie. And, what was worse, she realized now that if she had just been honest from the start, if she had opened herself to Sandy from the beginning of this whole hypnotic charade, if she had just answered the phone when Sandy had called a week ago, everything would have been perfect. But now, everything might be ruined.

Sandy trusted her. She had learned from Eve and Jenny that she could find the submission that she needed in Mistress Catherine and still love someone else, because she had seen in Mistress Catherine’s slaves a level of commitment and trust that transcended their devotion to their Mistress. That is what she was looking for in Sarah. And that is what Sarah had failed to provide. Everything that was happening was happening under false pretenses – Sarah had had the upper hand all day and had led Sandy down this road without giving Sandy’s conscious mind all of the facts.

Sarah wept to know that her own insecurities had ruined what could have been so beautiful. But she couldn’t do this to her friend any more. Through shaky breath, she commanded her hypnotized lover once again.

“Sandy, when I wake you up, I want you to remember everything that happened on your birthday.” Not wanting to drag this out any longer, she simply followed this command by saying, “Awake.” This time, the snap of her fingers was practically inaudible.

Sandy’s eyes fluttered open, and Sarah watched as her mind suddenly processed everything that was available to it. All of these memories had been with her before, but Sarah could see her piecing together everything that had happened a little over a week ago, and everything that had happened today. As Sandy’s expression of shock and confusion slowly faded, Sarah began to cry and plead with her friend.

“I’m so sorry, Sandy. I was just so afraid, so worried about what you would think. I don’t want these things to be between us. I don’t want any barriers.” There was that word again – and now Sarah understood. But she had understood too late.

Or so she thought.

Sarah suddenly felt Sandy’s hands on her neck as the beautiful woman, still lying pinned beneath Sarah, pulled her weeping friend to her and engaged her in another deep, passionate kiss.

Sarah’s feelings of remorse turned to feelings of joy instantaneously. As they broke the kiss, she looked down at Sandy with lust and love in her eyes. Then, she resumed her ravaging of Sandy’s body. She kissed her again, then worked her way over her chin, down her neck, hungrily devouring her breasts.

Then, she undid her pants and practically ripped them off of her body. Now completely naked before her, Sandy’s body was writhing in sexual need. Sarah plunged her tongue into the wet folds of Sandy’s sex, reveling in the feeling of pleasuring her friend, but also in knowing that there were no barriers between them – that they were both in control of what was happening.

Sandy was moaning steadily now, but managed to gasp, “Stop, let me take off your pants, too.”

With that, Sarah stood up for a moment as Sandy reached for the button and undid it. Sarah was surprised that her jeans still seemed dry – she knew that she had been dripping in arousal for most of the day. But then, as Sandy pulled her pants down, she finally knew why.

A leather band was wrapped tightly around her waist, and a very small combination lock trapped it on her. From that band, a thick piece of hard leather extended down between her legs, only to reconnect with the band on her back. Somehow, this whole time, unbeknownst to her, she had been wearing a chastity belt! She and Sandy both looked in horror at the cruel device that Mistress Catherine had apparently fitted her with while she was hypnotized.

Shaken, Sarah looked at Sandy, whose face was still flushed with arousal, even as she stared at the leather that claimed Sarah’s sex.

“Let me pleasure you,” Sarah said.

“No,” Sandy replied. “We have to get this off of you. I want you to feel pleasure, too.”

But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t get the device off. The leather was hard and stiff, and fit too tight for Sarah to slip the belt off. At first, their intense frustration nearly overcame them, as both women wanted to find the release that they craved, and both women wanted to consummate this new level of intimacy that they shared.

But the belt was unyielding. Try as they might, nothing that they did even budged it.

Trying to think of other methods, they went to the kitchen blinking at the bright lights that were such a contrast to the soft candle glow in the living room. They found the sharpest knife that they could, but soon found that there was no effective way to use it without risking Sarah’s skin. As Sandy threw the knife into the sink in frustration, Sarah began to laugh. The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed her, and soon, her laughter spread to Sandy. Before long, they were both doubled up in deep, tear-inducing laughter – their mirth now the only outlet available for all of the pent up emotional and sexual tension that permeated them both.

As her side began to ache, Sarah collapsed down onto the floor, trying to control herself before her side split in two. She felt Sandy’s weight upon her, as they both were now reduced to painful giggles. Then, Sarah felt the soft touch of Sandy’s lips.

“Maybe I can make you cum through the leather,” she said, her voice sounding husky and her eyes clouded with arousal. They began to kiss passionately once again, and their bodies writhed together. They scissored their legs together, and Sandy began rubbing frantically on the leather, and Sarah hoped that some of the sensations that she knew this caused in Sandy’s sex would penetrate to her own.

But the leather was merciless. Sarah could see how hard Sandy was now struggling to hold back her own orgasm.

“This isn’t working,” Sarah said. “And I don’t want to put you through this. You must be dying right now.”

All Sandy could do was moan in response.

“There has to be something we can do.”

Regaining a bit of composure, Sandy looked down at Sarah, her brow knitted in thought.

“Did Mistress say anything before she left? Give some clue?”

“Well, she said something about removing all the barriers to unlock the final barrier, but that’s it. We’ve removed the barriers, haven’t we?”

“Maybe we aren’t supposed to cum tonight. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my week with Mistress, it’s that she always has a plan. She also likes to leave her slaves frustrated for long periods. Trust me – it makes the climaxes even more intense when they finally happen.”

“I know. I was there on your birthday.”

“Oh, right.” Sandy blushed once again. “Well, if we aren’t going to cum, then maybe we can do something else.”

“What did you have in mind?” Sarah playfully raised her eyebrow.

Sandy stood up and walked to the refrigerator, leaving Sarah lying on her back on the floor. Sandy pulled out a couple of items, and then turned back to Sarah with a mischievous look on her face, hiding the items behind her back as she straddled Sarah once again. “We have the orgasms to look forward to, whenever Mistress decides to allow them. But for now, we can just enjoy some foreplay.”

“Well, we’d better hurry,” Sarah said, looking at the clock on the microwave, “it’s almost midnight. Mistress gave me control of you until then, so who knows what’s going to happen once our little fairy tale comes to an end.”

“Maybe instead of a glass slipper, that damn chastity belt will slip off of you!”

They both started to laugh again before Sarah finally asked, “So what do you have up your sleeve there to drive me even wilder with frustration?”

Sandy revealed what she was holding: chocolate sauce and whipped cream. Straddling Sarah’s waist, she leaned back, thrusting her breasts into the air with her head tipped back while holding the two bottles just above her chest. Then she let loose with both, covering her breasts with the sweets in an erotic display of sugar and chocolate.

Some of them messily dripped down her stomach, sliding enticingly towards her dripping wet sex.

And then, Sarah knew exactly what to do. Whipped cream! How could she have been so stupid? Sandy still didn’t remember Wednesday night, when she had licked whipped cream off of Sarah’s sex in the restaurant! This was the final barrier necessary to remove all barriers!

However, she saw on the clock that she was running out of time. It was 11:59!

“Sandy! Sandy!” Sandy sat up straight, not getting the reaction she had expected. Without hesitation, Sarah reached up and tapped her on the forehead, causing her to immediately collapse, dropping the two bottles and falling with all of her weight on Sarah, who felt the whipped cream and chocolate sauce on Sandy’s body now smear on her own.

Ignoring all of these sensations, Sarah quickly, frantically, whispered in Sandy’s ear, “When you awaken, you will remember everything that happened on Wednesday – unlock those memories, remember it all! Now, awake!” And with that, Sarah snapped, finally getting her fingers to make a dramatic, satisfying “snap!”

Sandy’s eyes opened and she raised herself off of Sarah as the memories raced back into her mind. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she looked down at the mess on both of their chests. Then, it seemed as if her eyes might bug out of her head, thoughts of Wednesday night joining her conscious memories for the first time.

After pausing for a few moments to let those memories wash over her, she looked down at Sarah in excitement.

“The numbers! I know the numbers!” Sandy started screaming.

“What? What numbers?”

“To the lock! All of a sudden, I know exactly what they are.” With that, she slid off of Sarah and, with shaking fingers, put the numbers into the padlock holding the belt on Sarah’s waist. With a click, it opened.

At just that moment, the clock turned to midnight, and the kitchen timer beeped. Sandy’s eyes briefly rolled up in her head. Then she blinked, and looked down at Sarah with the biggest and brightest smile that Sarah had ever seen on her face.

“I’m free. And so are you.”

The two women pulled the hated belt off of Sarah’s waist and immediately started to writhe together on the floor. They explored each other’s bodies with an intensity that had so far eluded them, even in their most frantic moments. As their mouths roamed over each other’s soft skin, the tastes of chocolate and cream mixed together to create an erotic passion that pushed them still higher.

Finally, as each felt her need for climax practically bursting forth, Sandy looked down at Sarah and their eyes locked together. They continued to stare deeply into each other’s eyes as their orgasms took them. They held each other’s gaze for as long as they could until finally, the intensity of the sensations caused them both to throw their heads back in ecstasy. They continued to grind their sexes together riding each other as they also rose wave after wave of searing pleasure.

But the pleasure went beyond their throbbing sexes, pulsing nipples, and frighteningly sensitive skin, they felt the release in every part of themselves, Sarah’s heart seemed as though it might burst with the feelings of connection and closeness that moved through her. She could feel this orgasm in her body and in her heart, and as the two women continued to thrash against each other, the climax even reached into her soul. Sarah felt as though she were soaring, gliding rapidly on a current of bliss.

But she wasn’t floating alone. Sandy was there with her, each bringing the other to new heights in an ecstatic dance of sexual and emotional release that neither had ever felt before. The sensations penetrated them, infused them, became them.

Sarah didn’t know if she blacked out from the pleasure, or if the waves of joy and climax simply carried her to a new realm – a new plane in which the intensity of sensation was capable of new dimensions. She floated in this state, quivering, erupting, reveling. She began to wonder if she was lost in the pleasure – if she and Sandy would simply be blessed with an eternity of climax; a never-ending cloud of rapture.

Eventually, though, she became aware of cold tile on her back, and, looking up, she saw Sandy’s corporal form radiating all of the joy and eroticism that she had just experienced on what seemed a spiritual level.

The two remained locked in embrace on the floor, gently kissing; twitching whenever they touched each other’s now ultra sensitive sexes. As they slowly came down from what they had just experienced, Sarah looked at the clock: it read 12:58.

How long had they cum?!

At this thought, and the memory of what she had just experienced, she hungrily pulled Sandy to her again, but Sandy pulled away.

“Uh, uh. You owe me.”

With that, she climbed off of Sarah, leaned against the counter and, reaching for the bottle of whipped cream, sprayed a healthy amount on her sex. Sarah, grinning all the while, crawled over and plunged her face into the cream, lapping furiously, and reveling in Sandy’s every moan.