The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So, who are you, pretty girl?”

“I’m Lisa. I told you that already, didn’t I?”

“You did. But who are you really?”

And what did that mean, Lisa wondered. She considered heading back out onto the dance floor, to look for her friends. But the woman in front of her, who had moments ago introduced herself as Nadia, was just her type. Tall, dark and confident. They were at a mutual acquaintance’s house party, and Nadia had walked right up to her as she had gone looking for another drink. Lisa didn’t mind that at all. Between the low, purple mood lights and the numerous cocktails she’d had, she was feeling kinda flirty. She was happy to see where Nadia was going with this if it meant she might be able to go home with her at the end of the night.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“Well, Lisa,” Nadia explained in a sultry tone. “Sometimes, we don’t know who we really are. All of us have all kinds of confusions and misconceptions, and only once we strip those away do we discover who we really are. Don’t you agree?”

“I guess…” Lisa replied. This was some weird flirting, but she’d seen weirder. And Nadia was definitely worth it. Lisa just adored the the taller girl’s smooth, silky, jet-black hair, and felt like she could just get lost in her shimmering blue-green eyes. Not to mention her goth look. Lisa licked her lips. “Maybe you’d like to help me get rid of my… misconceptions?”

Nadia smiled a predatory smile. “I’d love to, pretty girl.”

Pretty girl. Lisa struggled not to roll her eyes at that. It was so corny, but she had to admit the way Nadia rolled the phrase around her mouth was really sexy. “Well, maybe we should go somewhere a little more private,” she suggested. She’d heard Emma had set up a couple of rooms upstairs for hook ups. At present, they were standing at one side of a packed room, with drunk party-goers constantly brushing past them. Along with the dubstep blaring over the sound system, it didn’t make for the most intimate setting. Lisa was definitely a party girl, though, and the energy in the room was getting her going.

“There’s no need for that,” Nadia purred. “We can do it right here. Tell me, have you ever been hypnotised?”

“Nope,” Lisa answered. “Is hypnosis even a real thing? I always assumed it was all kinda fake.”

“Not at all,” Nadia said, raising her eyebrows. “I’ve found it a very powerful tool for helping people discover their true selves. Would you let me hypnotise you?”

“Umm…” Lisa decided to play along. Hey, it might be fun. Maybe it was even a sex thing. “Sure, OK. What do I have to do?”

“That’s easy. See my pendant?” Lisa noticed the light glinting off a silver chain around Nadia’s neck. She followed it down with her eyes, and saw that there was indeed a large pendant hanging between the goth girl’s considerable breasts. God, they looked good. Nadia was wearing a low-cut, faux-leather top fastened tight around her waist, pushing her large boobs together. Lisa realised she was staring, and blushed. She was meant to be looking at the pendant. It was formed of a series of intricate, twisting silver loops, with no clear ending or beginning. It was like a Mobius strip, Lisa realised, looping around infinitely, each side folding into the next.

“Yeah,” Lisa said. “What now?”

“All you have to do is follow my instructions, pretty girl.” Nadia’s voice took on a different tone, low and flowing and seductive. It was really nice and relaxing to listen to, Lisa thought. She’d definitely get her to use that voice some more later on. It sent pleasant tingles right through her. “Follow my instructions, and concentrate on my voice. Concentrate only on my voice. Just let the music and all the other sounds recede into the background. That’s it, exactly like that. Good.”

Lisa was surprised at how easy it was completely focus in on Nadia’s voice, until it seemed like it was the only sound in the world. Maybe she was more drunk than she’d thought.

“Now, turn your attention to my pendant. Right here, between my tits. It’s OK, you can stare at them. I don’t mind one bit.” Lisa was too zoned out to feel any embarrassment this time. “But keep your eyes on my pendant. See how it turns in on itself, over and over and over again. Do you see?”

“I see,” Lisa murmured.

“Good. Now keep watching.” Nadia raised her hand and used a single finger to flick her pendant. That set the pendant spinning, rotating on the fixture that connected it to the chain. Lisa watched, enraptured, as it kept turning and turning, not seeming to slow down at all. It was mesmerising, Lisa thought. “Keep watching, as it spins. See how the light glints off it. Now I need you to watch even closer. Keep concentrating on my voice. Follow my instructions. I want you to look deeper, deep into the loops of my pendant, and see if you can find where they start. Or where they end, for that matter. Beginnings and endings are often one and the same, don’t you think?”

“Yes?” Truthfully, Lisa was in no state of mind to properly think about such a question. But she could try and do as she was told, try and find where the pendant loops began. It was really hard, though, with the pendant spinning the way it was. Lisa couldn’t keep track of any single point on it. Her eyes just sort of glazed over, and it got harder and harder for her to concentrate. Whenever she thought she was starting to hone in on a single loop, the light glinted off it’s shiny surface in some new way, distracting her. If only pendant would stop spinning for just a moment. But it wouldn’t.

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” Nadia asked. Lisa nodded absently. “But there’s a trick to it. You see, you have to just really relax. Relax, like you’re going to sleep. But instead of closing your eyes, just let them slip out of focus. My subjects always find that when they let their eyes unfocus, they can see something special right in the heart of the pendant. The place where it all starts and ends. Can you see it, pretty girl?”

“Maybe…” Now that Nadia mentioned it, now that she knew what to do, she was starting to see something within the entrancing loops and folds of the pendant. It was like a dazzling pinprick of light. No, it was a dark void. Definitely a void. Blacker than black. Nadia was still droning on, but Lisa couldn’t really hear her voice any more. There was only the void. It seemed to her like the void was getting closer and closer to her, bigger and bigger, even though she was sure the pendant wasn’t moving. Lisa was confused, but she was also pleased. Maybe if the void got closer, she’d be able to see where the pendant started. That must be it. This must be that trick Nadia had told her about. Lisa felt really happy at the prospect of being to fulfil Nadia’s instructions. She just had to concentrate a little more on her words, and let her eyes slip even further out of focus. Just like falling asleep. It was so close now. So close…

“And… drop,” Nadia said. At that, Lisa’s mind simply shut off. The usual mixture of random thoughts and observations that constantly bubbled up in her consciousness simply wasn’t there. She could still see the room around her and hear everything that was going on, but it all took on a distant, dreamlike quality. Yet when Nadia spoke, her sensual voice cut pierced right through her daze like the voice of a goddess.

“You’re in a trance now,” Nadia told her. “Do you understand that, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” said Lisa, in a slow monotone.

“Excellent. Now, tell me who you are.”

“I’m Lisa,” Lisa intoned. “I’m a happy, bubbly party girl. I love to dress up sexy and get buzzed and go wild at parties, and hook up with other girls.” She had no idea why those exact words came to her, but they came to her very distinctly. It was like they were imprinted on her mind. They were the absolute core of her identity, Lisa felt. They were who she was, summed up perfectly.

“I know,” Nadia replied. “But tell me, pretty girl. Is that who you really are?”

“I… I don’t…”

“Remember for me, pretty girl,” Nadia said softly, powerfully. “Remember who you really are.”

At those words, the whole world changed.

Lydia… or was it Lisa? No, definitely Lydia. Lydia felt the whole world become a indistinct blur, and when it reappeared it was all different. Then she realised it was actually exactly the same. Only she was different.

“I’m… Lydia?” she asked, uncertainly. She pulled her arms around herself instinctively. She didn’t like parties like this. They were too noisy, and there were always too many people.

“That’s right, pretty girl,” said Nadia with a grin. Lydia blushed furiously at being called ‘pretty.’ She wasn’t used to that. She wasn’t used to any of this.

She never came to parties. Staying in her room and playing some video games was her idea of a great Friday night. But her roommates had finally worn her down and made her promise to come to a house party with them. Of course, they’d all vanished the moment they’d stepped inside, leaving Lydia hovering at the edge of the room, uncomfortably checking her smartphone for notifications over and over again. She’d been just about to leave when this amazing, beautiful woman—Nadia—had walked right up to her and started chatting her up. She’d felt just like a deer in headlights. She had no idea how to respond to Nadia’s aggressive flirtations. Mostly, she just blushed and stared at her own feet, or at anywhere except Nadia’s gorgeous body. She’d liked it, though. There was something intoxicating about Nadia’s presence and attention, and before long Lydia had been happily hanging on her every word.

Then, Nadia had pointed out that she didn’t look very comfortable at the party, and asked if she wanted to try something that might help her have a fun time. At first Lydia had refused, thinking she was talking about some kind of party drug. But then Nadia had explained that she was a hypnotist, and that she could probably hypnotise Lydia into feeling more relaxed and uninhibited, like the bubbly party girls she always envied. Lydia had been a little sceptical, but she found it impossible to say ‘no’ to Nadia. Then, Nadia started talking to her in that amazing, smooth voice, and made her stare at her mesmerising pendant, and then…

That had been hours ago, Lydia realised with a start. What had Nadia done to her? She was starting to remember. Nadia had made her forget everything about herself, even her own name. Then, she’d built her a whole new personality. Lisa, the confident party girl. And as Lisa, she’d danced the night away with complete abandon. Lydia turned crimson as she remembered the way she’d been grinding up against a couple of guys earlier. Had that really been her?

“Remember now?” Nadia prompted.

“I… think so,” Lydia managed. She was still feeling a little disoriented. “Did all that really happen? Was that really me?”

“It certainly was.” Nadia reached out to stroke Lydia’s shoulder. “How did you like being Lisa?”

“It was… incredible,” Lydia breathed. It was true. She’d never had so much fun in her life. The feeling of just throwing herself into a party, not caring about what anyone else thought, was something she’d never experienced before. She was Lydia again, but she could still remember what it was like being Lisa. “The way I danced was just…”

“Beautiful,” Nadia finished. Lydia smiled.

“Yeah. I wish I could feel like that every night.”

“Pretty girl,” Nadia purred. “Are you asking me to hypnotise you again?”

Lydia’s heart beat faster at the suggestion, and the compliment. “Would you?”

“Absolutely. I love what pretty girls like you look like when they go under for me,” Nadia said, with shameless eroticism. Lydia was thrilled, as much about the way Nadia was flirting with her as about the prospect of being hypnotised again. She’d never felt anything better in her life. How had she made an amazing woman like Nadia notice a little wallflower like her?

“I can’t wait,” Lydia said, truthfully. There was something incredibly pleasurable about the feeling of slipping under Nadia’s hypnotic control. The way Nadia’s voice filled her mind, the way she could effortlessly follow her instructions, the way nothing else seemed to matter. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It made her whole body feel warm and soft. She smiled thinly. “To be honest, I feel a little bit sad, being back to my boring old self.”

“Back to yourself?” Nadia smiled that predatory smile again. “What makes you say that?”

“What… what do you mean?” Lydia asked, her breath suddenly vanishing from her lungs. Something was happening to her. The world around her was fading away again. All the colours and sounds were muted and indistinct, except for the dazzling woman standing in front of her. She realised she was still hypnotised. She was still in a trance. At that realisation, all her thoughts went quiet. Her eyes latched on to Nadia’s pendant. Concentrate on her voice, watch the pendant. That was all she needed to do.

“Tell me who you are,” Nadia ordered.

“I’m Lydia, a shy girl,” Lydia said. She already knew exactly what to say. To her ears, the words sounded like they were coming from a great distance away. “I don’t like parties. My roommates dragged me here. I get nervous around beautiful women.”

“Good. Now remember, pretty girl,” Nadia said again. “Remember who you really are.”

For a second time, the world changed.

She was Liz now. Not Lisa or Lydia, but Liz. That was her real name. Just like before, the world slowly came back into focus. Just like before, everything was the same. Everything except her. Liz bristled with excitement. Holy crap, she thought.

“Remember?” Nadia asked.

“Yeah,” Liz breathed. “Wow. Yeah.”

It had finally happened. She’d finally been hypnotised, for real. She’d been fantasising about it for ages, and it was just as amazing as she’d imagined. A few years ago, she’d accidentally stumbled across a website where people posted stories about erotic hypnosis. At first, she’d just been curious about it, and decided to skim-read a couple of stories. Then, she found she couldn’t stop reading. Before she knew it, hours had passed, and she realised she’d never been so turned on in her life. Right there, she’d stuck her hands down her panties and fingered herself to an amazing orgasm. Even since them, she’d regularly gotten herself off to hypno porn and stories, sometimes even multiple times a day. Initially she’d been embarrassed by her newly-discovered fetish, but she’d quickly gotten over that. Fantasies about having someone swing a watch in front of eyes until she drifted into trance rapidly took over her whole sexuality. As she drifted off to sleep at night, she dreamt about meeting a sexy hypnodomme who could make her fantasies a reality.

And now, that had really happened! For years she’d just been a lurker in the hypno community, but a few weeks ago she’d mustered up the courage to create a forum account and start posting. She’d quickly connected with another girl on there, and before long they were chatting over IM daily. Nadia was her name. They traded fantasies and dirty secrets, becoming fast friends almost instantly. Liz was completely enamoured with her. Nadia seemed so confident, so dominant, and she’d actually done so many things Liz had only imagined doing. She sometimes got herself off to hypnotic videos and audios, but that was nothing like real life hypnosis, which was what Nadia did. Liz knew she’d never forget the day Nadia suggested they meet up IRL, and they’d discovered they lived pretty close. They’d agreed to meet up at this party, and have their first scene together. That had been a week ago, and ever since then Liz’s fetish had been in overdrive. She was constantly horny, constantly fantasising about Nadia might do to her.

Nadia had somehow recognised her as soon as she arrived at the party. Liz had expected they’d talk, get a couple of drinks, maybe dance together, then head off to somewhere private to play. But no, Nadia had suggested she trance her right there, in the middle of the party. Liz had agreed immediately. Why wait? Besides, she had more than a few exhibitionist leanings. The idea of being hollowed out and turned into a mindless doll in front of a crowd of people was one of her go-to fantasies. She’d been so excited when Nadia had switched to her hypno-voice, and pulled out that pendant. And then…

“Remember everything?” Nadia asked her.

“Yeah, I think so,” Liz replied. God, she felt hot. She couldn’t believe Nadia had made her experience two whole different personas. She’d never realised that was even possible. It was just like one of her fantasies, being made to forget herself and programmed according to her domme’s will. She was so turned on.

“And did you like it, pretty girl? Was it everything you were expecting?”

“Yeah,” Liz answered instantly. “Hell yeah. I loved it.”

“I can tell,” Nadia purred. Before Liz knew what was happening, Nadia’s hand darted out towards her and slipped up her skirt, pulling her panties to one side. She let a silent gasp of ecstasy as Nadia rubbed her fingertips gently along her sensitive slit. “My, aren’t you just drenched?”

“Yes,” Liz groaned, through teeth.

“And aren’t you just a lovely little trance-slut for me?” Nadia kept stroking her, the feeling blowing away all her coherent thoughts.

“Yes.”

“Say it for me.”

“I’m… a lovely little… trance-slut… for you.” Liz only just managed to string the sentence together, between breathy whimpers.

“In that case, pretty girl, I’m guessing you want to keep playing with me tonight?”

“Yes!” Liz cried out. She let out a disappointed moan, like the sound of sad kitten, when Nadia pulled her hand away. For a moments, she kept grinding her hips against thin air, desperate to cum. “Please, more!”

“I’m glad to hear you’re so enthusiastic,” Nadia remarked. She lent in close against Liz’s body, kissing her neck and then looking directly into her eyes. “But I wonder. Can you figure out what’s going to happen next?”

When the penny dropped, it sent a rush of heat through Liz so intense, she thought she was going to cum on the spot. “I’m still hypnotised, aren’t I?” she whispered.

“Yes,” Nadia confirmed, a wild grin on her face. Happily, Liz let her eyes unfocus, concentrating only on Nadia’s voice. Only on her voice. Nadia lifted her pendent up to where Liz could see it, and she immediately went into a deep, deep trance.

“Tell me who you are, pretty girl,” Nadia told her again.

“I’m Liz, a hypno-fetishist.” She let the words flow through her. She knew they really Nadia’s words, the words she’d programmed her with. That thought made her whole body burn with passion. “We met online. I want you to hypnotise me. I want to be your little trance-slut.”

“And you are.” Liz loved the way Nadia’s voice was completely dripping with sex, letting her knew the taller, dark-haired girl was just as turned on as she was. “But why don’t you remember who you really are?”

Once again, the world changed. Liz gratefully let it wash over her, eager to see what what would happen next. When the world righted itself, Liz was gone and Lyra was in her place. Lyra was dizzy for a moment, but she quickly seized control of her senses. She stood bolt upright, and stared up at Nadia.

“What are you doing, Pet?” Lyra demanded, her voice stern. “Take the pose.”

“Yes, Miss Lyra.” Nadia obediently clasped her hands behind herself and pressed her chest forward, baring her whole body for Lyra. They’d agreed beforehand that this was the pose Nadia would take on command when they were in public, to reinforce her submission. Lyra smiled. It was coming back to her now. She was Nadia’s domme, and Nadia was her cute little pet. They’d been set up by a mutual friend a few months ago, and had quickly discovered they were both into some pretty kinky stuff. Since then, they’d played with each other quite a few times, always with Lyra as the dominant. They weren’t exclusive, but they really liked each other and had a good thing going on between them.

“I don’t recall allowing you to have quite that much fun, pet,” Lyra said, affecting disapproval. Recently, they’d been getting into some hypnosis play, and Nadia had convinced her to allow herself to be hypnotised. Lyra was almost entirely a dominant, but she didn’t mind switching roles once in a while. They’d agreed Nadia would trance her, give her some fun commands, and then they’d go to a party together and see what happened. Nadia had taken it quite a bit further than she’d expected. Lyra didn’t mind; it had been pretty fun, actually. Besides, she knew Nadia had probably done it deliberately, to get on her nerves a bit. She could be such a brat.

“I simply did as I thought you would want, Miss Lyra,” Nadia replied. Lyra studied her carefully. Her voice and posture were both meek and submissive, but there was a strange fire in her eyes.

“Is that so? I think three whole artificial personalities seems a little excessive, don’t you, pet?” Eager to assert her dominance again, Lyra pressed herself up against Nadia and slipped her fingers down the waistband of Nadia’s panties. “I think someone needs to punished, to help her learn her place.”

“And who might that be, Miss Lyra?” Nadia asked, with a dangerous glint in her eyes. Lyra felt herself grin. This girl. Lyra knew from experience how much she liked the harsh kiss of a flogger. She’d have to start thinking up some more creative punishments. Maybe tonight, she could make Nadia try on that chastity belt she’d just bought. She could get her pet all worked out, then lock her up and make her service her for as long as she liked. She could imagine Nadia getting ever more desperate to please her, knowing she’d only get to cum if she did a good job. Lyra shivered. The thought of it alone was enough to make her wet. She loved the look girls gave her as they submitted to her.

“You know very well it’s you, pet.” Lyra reached behind Nadia and pinched her ass, where she knew there were still red welts from their play session the night before. Nadia’s eyes rolled as she revelled in the pain. She was such a sub, Lyra thought. “Now, follow me upstairs. Before we go home and I punish you properly, you’re going to give me at least a couple of orgasms. Did you have to make ‘Liz’ so horny?”

“I’m afraid we’re not going anywhere, Lyra,” Nadia said, holding firm as Lyra moved to lead her away. “Freeze.”

Just like that, Lyra lost control over her whole body. She could still speak and breathe, but that was it. She couldn’t move a muscle. Great, another trigger. This wasn’t over. She looked up at Nadia, who was grinning a wolf’s grin.

“You know I’m really going to give it to you later, don’t you?” she warned. Nadia kept grinning.

“Later? What makes you think there’s going to be a ‘later’ for you?” That was when Lyra realised that she wasn’t really Lyra, that this just one more layer of the complex hypnotic trance Nadia was putting her through. Dominant fire roared inside her. Even if she wasn’t real, she wasn’t the kind of girl who just let her subs walk all over her.

“Don’t…”

“Look into my pendant, Lyra.”

The moment Nadia said that, it became the only thing she wanted to do. The only think she could think about doing. She tried to look at something else, anything else, but she was always so incredibly aware of the mesmerising pendant hovering in her peripheral vision. She tried to close her eyes, but found that she couldn’t.

“Look into my pendant,” Nadia repeated. That was all it took. Lyra’s will crumbled, and she stared directly at Nadia’s pendant. The loops within loops drew her in, and the fire inside her dwindled away. When Nadia spoke again, Lyra was in a deep, deep trance. “Tell me who you are, pretty girl.”

“I’m Lyra, a dominant girl.” She spoke the words through gritted teeth, the last traces of her dominant personality just barely holding on. But it was no use. “You’re my sub. I love making girls submit to me. I came to this party to play with you.”

“Good girl,” Nadia purred. A rush of incredible, knee-weakening, orgasmic pleasure rushed through Lyra’s body. Another trigger. She was trying to resist, but this wasn’t making it any easier. “Remember who you really are.”

For the fourth time that night, the world changed. The girl who stood in front of Nadia gave up trying to figure anything out. She was at the mercy of Nadia’s hypnosis. That was a fact, something she couldn’t change, like the sky being blue. If she even wanted to change it. The way the world blurred and phased around her didn’t bother her so much anymore. She stared right at Nadia’s pendant, using it to centre herself. And eventually, Lilly woke up.

As soon as Lily remembered who and where she was, she fell to her knees. She didn’t care who was watching. She needed to submit before her mistress. That was what she’d been trained to do, for hour upon amazing, pleasure-filled hour. She was a slave to Mistress Nadia, and she didn’t care who knew it. She knelt, taking the posture of a well-trained submissive, and waited to be given an order.

“You’re back, my pretty girl.” Lily shivered at being addressed that way. She loved it. She loved being reminded how much Mistress Nadia cherished her. “What did you think about you’re little trip?”

Lily blushed as she remembered how Mistress Nadia had hypnotised her, and how she had experienced the night through four different personas. She had done such outrageous things! She couldn’t believe she’d danced so flirtatiously with all those guys. She belonged to Mistress Nadia, and her alone. And she especially couldn’t believe how she’d spoken to her mistress as Lyra.

“I apologise for my impertinence, Mistress Nadia,” she begged. “Please forgive me.”

Nadia laughed. “Of course, that’s what you think of first. I’ve truly trained you well, haven’t I?”

“Yes, Mistress Nadia. Thank you.” Lily felt a warm glow of pride. She and her mistress had been together for a long time now. For most of her life, Lily had felt out of place and uncertain. Everything had changed once she met Nadia. Nadia had given her stability and purpose. Through submitting to her, she had been able to find a safe, comfortable place in which she could fix herself and her life. Now, they were in a twenty-four seven, mistress-slave relationship, and nothing could make Lily any happier. Serving at her mistress’s feet made her feel so good and so fulfilled.

“In fact, pretty girl, I dare say you deserve a reward.” Lily’s heart leapt.

“Thank you- ah!” Nadia snapped her fingers, and Lily suddenly became aware of something deep inside of her, vibrating. With a gasp, she realised both her holes were filled with large dildos, and the one in her pussy was vibrating fiercely. How hadn’t she noticed it before? Another one of Nadia’s hypnotic tricks, no doubt. That thought made Lily’s body throb even harder. She loved it when Nadia messed with her head. The idea that she was nothing more than a plaything for Mistress Nadia to shape and manipulate was so incredibly erotic.

Nadia looked down at her, smiling at the way her submissive was quaking under the assault of her sex toys. Lily felt her mistress’s piercing gaze, and adored it. The way Nadia looked at her held the promise of a night of incredible sex. Lily couldn’t wait until they were in private, and she could truly service her.

“Tell me who you are, pretty girl,” Nadia ordered. Lily smiled. This was a familiar ritual, one they’d established long ago. It was a way for her to show her submission.

“I’m Lily,” Lily intoned. “I’m your pretty girl. I want to be your slave. I want nothing more than to serve you.”

“Excellent,” Nadia said, drawing out the word deliciously. “Now cum for me.”

Lily’s back arched as a thunderous orgasm tore through her. She slumped against the floor, her legs giving way beneath her, and her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps. She was seeing stars. It was almost a whole minute before she could sit up straight again, and even then repeated aftershocks robbed her of her ability to properly think or speak.

“Thank you, Mistress Nadia,” Lily eventually managed.

“No problem, my pretty girl,” Nadia replied. “But perhaps you’d like an even greater reward. Perhaps you’d like to discover who you really are.”

“This isn’t the end?” Lily whispered. She’d felt so sure this was who she really was. All her memories were so vivid, so real. What more could there be? How much deeper could she go?

“That’s up to you,” Nadia explained. “It’s your choice this time.”

“Yes,” Lily whimpered. There was never any real doubt about what she’d choose. “Show me. Please.”

“Good girl. Sleep.” Lily went into trance. Nadia didn’t need to use the pendant anymore. Not that she ever had, not really. “Now, for one last time, remember who you really are.”

The world changed, but not like before. There was no confusion, no blurriness. Instead, there was absolute nothingness. As Lily happily vanished, she was surrounded by the void, the void that she had glimpsed in the heart of the pendant. Everything else simply ceased to exist. Lisa, Lydia, Liz, Lyra and Lilly all melded together and then faded away. She wasn’t at the party anymore. There was no-one else around. No-one besides Mistress.

“I’m back, Mistress,” said the Pretty Girl.

“I can see that.” Mistress’s voice emanated from everywhere, filling up the Pretty Girl and obliterating her thoughts. Mistress’s voice made her feel complete and whole. “What did you think about your little trip?”

“I’m glad I could obey you, Mistress,” the Pretty Girl said. She was always glad she could obey her Mistress, and she never had any thoughts of her own. The only thoughts she had were the ones Mistress gave her.

“I know, Pretty Girl.” Pretty Girl was the only name she had. It was the name Mistress had given her, and it was the only name she ever needed. “Time to serve me, Pretty Girl.”

Mistress lifted up her skirt, and the Pretty Girl bent forward to lap gently and skillfully at her pussy. Her Mistress’s pleasure was her pleasure; every one of Mistress’s moans caused her to cum explosively, but they didn’t distract from her service. She was far too brainwashed for that. And when her Mistress came, there was only pleasure, and pleasure, and then pure white forever.