The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Title: COMPLETION & COMMENCEMENT (Part Two)

Story Tags: MC, MF, FF, DS, HM, FD

One slave sinks into the deepest level of obedience, while his Mistress uses the occasion to completely ensnare her next target.

Author’s Note — This story is a work of fiction and in no part should be taken as anything except fantasy, and it intends no offence. It involves very, very adult situations.

This could be considered a sequel to the story “You Are Not A Lobster!”, however, I hope it works well enough independently, without prior familiarity of that story. For others to decide, I guess.

Communiqué from all encouraged.

CHAPTER 3 — MISTRESS AMY’S JOURNAL ENTRY (2)

Now that I could do absolutely anything I wanted to my pet, I took great pleasure enjoying it. I made him eat me out during evening film shows. He would finger me in restaurants and lick his fingers clean. I fucked him mercilessly in every changing room, public toilet and quiet underpass I could think of. My desire to screw him anally became voracious, and I sent him out to sex shops to buy up bigger and bigger implements, always telling the cashier precisely who would be using them on him.

His breakdown meant any suggestion would now be dutifully followed. He would gratefully inhale the musk of my used panties one day, wear them himself the next, before carefully washing them by hand. He would bathe me, wax my legs, shave me bare, then lick any stray hairs from my asshole. Now I finally gave him a collar, one that he wore permanently. I would absent-mindedly stroke it as we sat in bars with our friends.

After a blissful period spent in this fashion, only one problem remained that I had to cure before I was free to break him down as far as I wanted. Twice now, my pet had orgasmed when not allowed. Even a single occurrence without permission was once too many, as far as I was concerned. He would not be able to be fully broken unless his submission in this area was total.

The problem wasn’t him masturbating in secret, which would have been another matter altogether. Instead I found that his desire to please me had gone a little too far. My pleasure was so firmly entwined with his, my orgasm sometimes triggered him helplessly.

One day I arrived home from a particularly hectic, sweaty day, whisked off my knickers, and he crawled over to begin licking at my clit. I kept my skirt on and wrapped it over his head. Unable to move away, he was trapped as if in a deprivation hood, with only my smell to breath in, my sexual heat to feel, as he tongued me precisely the way he had been taught. It was a simple way to remind him what he lived for and a fine stress-reliever for his Mistress. But when he brought me off, accompanied by my loud moaning and shaking, his cock erupted without permission. He was so ashamed he had disobeyed, I went against my better nature, and forgave him.

Then it happened again.

I decided something drastic had to be done. I didn’t want to rid him of his desperation to please me, of course, but I knew punishment was more than overdue.

First of all, I decided to don a specific outfit for the occasion. This would serve as an additional reminder for my pet. Whenever I wore it, no matter which state of stupor he was in, he would shudder, compelled to recall the consequences of disobeying me. That would come in handy when I decided to complete my final stage of domination.

I took my time picking out the items. Black seemed appropriate for a Dominatrix. I shopped around some of the high-end boutiques and fetish stores. I settled on a type of expensive lace-up vinyl corset which constricted my waist wonderfully. I did want to feel good as I looked. This corset ended just my bust, to accentuate my most powerful weapon—my chest. Pet would still be transfixed by my nipples even as I tortured him. I added a pair of seamless skin-tight latex stockings and garter belt. To complete the look, I bought a pair of strappy Louboutins to accentuate my height. Finally I picked a small whip, which looked like a miniature cat-o-nine tails. The ideal size for my plan.

Suitably equipped, I chose the first night of a long weekend to begin. When I returned from my day job the evening, I found my pet duly waiting for me in his position. I ignored him. Tonight he wouldn’t get to taste me. I changed from my working clothes to my special outfit. I didn’t require any knickers. With my hair tied back severely and sporting voracious red lipstick, I had to admit my presentation was striking. I knew I would have the desired effect.

I strode in to confront him. His poor little eyes bulged as he drank me in, unable to pull away from my painfully hard nipples. I was very turned on myself.

I started putting him into the deepest hypnosis I had reached with him so far. I named this one Soft Little Mind. It took slow repetition of his triggers over and over, and always my naked breasts to short out his circuits. I continued my slow finger stroke on his penis, repeated the conditioning words that reduced him into a spineless mess. Now I made him sink onto his back, where I trapped his head between my thighs, reminding him of his very first induction, my pussy dominating his senses. I would slow my stoking even further. I commanded his breathing to remain constant. He was drowning in my powerful scent. With more and more special words and encouragement, he reached the place where I could imprint where it would really stick. His desires weren’t required to be changed this time, only a strengthening of obedience, down to his foundations. When he was ready, he knelt again before me.

—Now, my pet. You have broken Mistresses first rule on several occasions now. Cumming without permission is strictly forbidden. She is displeased with you. You must be punished. You will learn the price of disobeying her.

—Gaze upon your Mistresses perfect cunt now. Imagine your tongue deep inside her cunt. Picture her cumming on your tongue. Dirtier words made my hold over him even stronger.

Pet shook. He seemed ready to squirt himself dry already. I adopted my sexiest voice and moaned.

—Mistress is cumming. Mistress is cumming. Mistress is cumming.

This repetition was enough. Here came the ropes of sperm from his balls. I waited for him to settle back down.

—Bad pet! Naughty pet! How dare you cum without permission again. You deserve this!

I grabbed his testicles. I crushed them. He yelped in pain and tried to escape. I wouldn’t let him. Finally I released, but only to pick up the whip. His now limp cock received hard stinging blows. He doubled up in pain. His back was whipped over and over. I strode from the room. He was finished for the night.

The next day followed the same pattern. His position, my outfit. The slide down into Soft Little Mind. My husky voice of arousal.

—I’m prepared to give you another chance, pet. Remember: cumming without your Mistresses permission is strictly forbidden.

—Mistress is cumming. Mistress is cumming. Mistress is cumming.

His poor tortured penis was straining. But there was no sign he was going to blow his top. It was time to discover if he would survive a sexier test.

I stood up, towering above him. His eyes stared hungrily at my crotch. Despite the previous day’s torture, he still needed his taste. His dick bulged purple now. I couldn’t help but admire his persistence, although of course, his automatic erection at the thought of pleasing his Mistress was part of my programming.

I produced my bullet vibrator. I touched it to my clitoris. I shivered with immediate pleasure. It took hardy any time at all before I felt the inevitable upon me. I looked down. My pet was staring slack-jawed. I pressed the bullet harder against myself. I came so hard I squirted a little into my pet’s face. This was enough for him to cum all over again. I sighed.

—No, No, NO! You’re forcing Mistress to punish you again. You WILL NOT cum until she orders it!

This time I grabbed his shaft, slimy with his fluid, and twisted it sickeningly. I was rewarded with a real scream of pain. This time the whip was directed to his sensitive balls. Tears flowed down his face. I whipped him bloody.

Once more I left him to think on his shameful failure, my disappointment, and the consequences. I gave him the rest of the day to recover. The night presented another chance for his redemption.

Even this deeply under, where pet couldn’t even remember his own name, he knew the lesson he must learn.

—Again pet. If you cum without permission from your Mistress, you know what will happen.

Once more I stood above him corseted and be-stockinged, repeating my salacious performance. To my surprise I reached my peak more quickly than last time. This time my pet’s prick was still standing to attention. He was overcoming his urges, falling in line. I gave him a smile as reward.

Next I would really test him. Give him such a display, that if he survived, would truly prove he had learned his lesson. I lay down on the floor and scootched closer to my pet. Rolling onto my back, I swung my shiny legs to rest on his shoulders. It wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in, but it would serve to give my pet the most pornographic show I could think of. This time I used my largest dildo. With one hand splaying my lips apart, I plunged my toy into my slickness with my free hand. I took my time over this one. I built up slowly. By the time I was close I made sure I was moaning as wantonly as possible. I thrust myself up to meet the wonderful pressure. I couldn’t see my pet’s reaction, but I hoped for his sake he wasn’t about to cum again. Only Mistress could cum right now. And cum I did, even more intensely than earlier. I definitely squirted a lot more of my juices over him. Perhaps all this torture had awakened in me new urges. Something to consider at a later date.

Recovering from my high. I carefully lowered myself down, and pulled my legs from my pet’s shoulders. I stood up a little unsteadily. Was I going to have to whip my poor pet again?

He was trembling with fear, his cheeks were damp with tears. But there was no fresh cum. He was still hard. He had survived.

—Well done, pet. Well done! I knelt down beside him and stoked his cheek lovingly.

—My Good Little Pet. Your Soft Sleepy Sleepy Head. This string of triggers gave him the signal to fall into a deep sleep which would only cease when I whispered his awakening trigger. Eyes fluttering shut, he slumped bonelessly forward. I gently positioned him into a curled ball, like a newborn baby. He could sleep, recover for a short while.

Whilst in his deepest trance, he had learned such a powerful lesson, he would never orgasm again without my express command. I was ready to complete his transformation into a mindless slave. I could achieve it on my own of course. But I had plans for my good friend Caitlin.

Once rested, it was time to reward my pet, in my own special way. A Mistress must give pleasure as well as pain. I bent him over the armchair and fucked his asshole for hours. I gripped his cock and jerked him throughout. And when I was utterly satisfied, I let him cum.

* * *

CHAPTER 4 — COMMENCEMENT

Amy finished her account of her adventures in hypnotism with her boyfriend. It was edited for Caitlin’s benefit of course, to avoid scaring her away at such a delicate stage. But Amy left in enough tantalising details of arousal and eroticism that it could not fail to entice her. That night Caitlin would try to convince herself that the trickling heat between her legs had only been perspiration in a coffee bar, on a warm Summer’s day.

“Do you remember I told you I was ready to take Scott deeper than he had ever been before?” Amy asked.

“Um … y-yes …?”

“That’s good. Very very good. My only problem is, I desperately need someone to help me over this final hurdle. A good, good friend I can really trust. I would be so grateful to find this help ...”

Now came the moment. Had Amy’s subtle words during her ‘relaxation’ session with Caitlin truly worked?

“Well, if you really need help … I guess I could … yes, I’ll be glad to help.” She had volunteered almost entirely of her own free will.

Stifling the urge to laugh with glee, Amy thanked her new friend profusely, repeating that this was such a massive favour and she would be so grateful to her. Arrangements were promptly made for the exact time Caitlin should arrive at Amy’s place in a few nights. To help calm any lingering doubts she might have, Amy promised a fun, sexy evening. Some wine, candles, and nothing at all Caitlin felt uncomfortable with.

“Remember, you’ll be in control all night. You’ll do only what you want to do.” Amy reassured her.

They parted with a friendly embrace. Amy fairly flew home. She had a pet to prepare. Once she had relieved her excitement on his tongue, of course.

* * *

The crucial night arrived, and at the appointed hour Caitlin dutifully appeared at Amy’s door.

“Hey! I’m so glad you’re here! You’re so good!” Amy seemed ecstatic to see her friend.

“Come inside! Let me hang up your coat. Come into the kitchen.”

“Um, where’s Scott? Is he here too?”

“Of course he is, silly! But don’t worry about him. He’s ready and waiting for me. Well, us I suppose. But that won’t matter to him. Here, have a some very expensive wine.” She laughed.

“W-what do you mean, it “won’t matter to him”?”

“Well dear, take a seat and I’ll tell you. Then I’ll explain what’s going to happen tonight. And again, I can’t thank you enough for your help. I’d be lost without you. Drink your wine, it really is delicious!”

Caitlin felt a glow inside, that she could be such a good friend to Amy. She drank her wine.

“Okay. Now, as I told you the other day, I can take Scott down so deeply into a trance that he loses all conscious thought. Actually, before I begin, I have to tell you that within this house, Scott must only be called “pet”, or “my pet”. It’s a little game we have. He loves it. And I am “Mistress Amy”. Because I am his Mistress. Now when he’s down so deep, it would be risky to say anything else. So you’ll have to play along. Remember, he is pet, and I am Mistress Amy.”

“Okay, “Mistress Amy”.” Caitlin giggled.

“That’s very good. It’ll be so good to keep saying it all night. It will help me so much to keep my pet soft and supple and wet. He loves being so soft and ready to do whatever I say. Let me refill your glass, dear.”

Caitlin had already gulped down her first glass. She still felt a little apprehensive, despite Amy’s boundless enthusiasm. She rationalised that being a little tipsy would help her accomplish whatever it was Amy needed her to do.

“Where was I? Oh yes … now, pet will already be naked when we go into the bedroom. Inside this apartment he loves to be naked at all times. It makes him feel so good and I can’t stop him. Don’t be worried in the slightest though. I’ve already placed him into his first layer of trance. Do you remember what I named it?”

“Um … Good Little Pet?”

“Yes! That’s very good Caitlin. That’s so good of you to remember. I’m so glad. In Good Little Pet, I’ve instructed pet to be unaware of anyone except his Mistress. He won’t even realise you are there. He’s so soft and pliable right now. And he won’t mind you seeing him nude. He’s rather proud of his body, you know. So don’t be embarrassed. Don’t worry if you find it warm in my bedroom either. It is warm because this is such an important night. Such a good night for all three of us. If you don’t want to get naked you don’t have to, but I’ll be naked eventually, and pet is always naked, and it will be so much more fun if we are all naked. You just do whatever you want, my dear. It’ll be so warm and good and soft and you’ll feel so safe. So don’t worry at all.”

“Well, I guess … it would be more comfortable, if we’re all naked.” Caitlin reasoned. She felt better now the alcohol was loosening her up.

“Yes, that’s good, so good. I want you to be comfortable more than anything. Now when we go into my bedroom you can take all the time you need to get naked. Remember my pet will be naked already and won’t know you’re there. He’s very soft and weak and won’t see you at all. In order to take pet down as far as I want though, I’ll have to go get myself ready. You see, I have this very special outfit that makes me feel so good and makes my pet feel so good when he sees it and will help him sink deeper and wetter. I’ve imprinted upon his soft mind that my outfit means domination. And when he sees his Mistress wearing it, he will want to sink deeper and deeper. Then I will get naked and we’ll all be naked together.”

“I-is that when you’ll need my help?”

“Yes! I’m so glad you remembered. Can you remember the name of pet’s second level of obedience?”

“It’s … Deeper Down?”

“Very good! And I’ll tell you the final level of his trance again. It’s Soft Little Mind. Good Little Pet. Deeper Down. Soft Little Mind. It’s good you remember. I’ll use my special technique to take pet down as low as his mind can go. Where it’ll be softer and warmer and wetter than it’s ever been. That’s when I’ll need your help to take him even deeper. Can you do that for me, Caitlin?”

“Yes … I think so. So long as you tell me exactly what to do ...”

“Oh yes. Don’t worry. I’ll keep telling you what to do as long as you need. I’ll be telling pet to get deeper and wetter and then you’ll start helping me when I tell you. You’re so good. Let’s finish our wine and begin, shall we? I’m so eager to get started!”

Caitlin finished her wine. Amy led her through the hall to the bedroom door.

“Now I want you to stay comfortable. Don’t worry about anything, my dear. Take your time. Get as naked as you want. It’s all okay. You’re so good helping me. I’m so grateful. You step in and I’ll join you as soon as I’ve changed.”

With that, Amy gently pushed her towards the open door and disappeared.

Caitlin stepped in. The room was indeed very warm, mainly due to the many candles which lit the walls and ceiling. The lights burst upwards from so many sources, merging, flickering and surging into one. Scott was already on the bed before her, wearing nothing but a leather collar, just as she had been told to expect. He was on his knees, his hands behind his back. His penis stood out proudly from his groin, thick and hard. It was engorged and red and the glans was a furious purple. She had to stifle a start of surprise, before she realised that Scott’s eyes were far away and hadn’t seemed to notice her. His mouth was entirely slack. He truly was oblivious. Caitlin wondered what that might be like.

Well, I had promised to join in with the nakedness, she remembered. To start she kicked off her shoes quietly, before realising that Scott wouldn’t hear her noise. Once down to her underwear, she hesitated for a moment. Still, there wasn’t much more she could see of Scott anyway, and he would never see her. She unclasped her bra.

Perspiring in the heat of the candles, she wondered how long Amy would take to put on her outfit. Was it complicated or outlandish? She really didn’t know what could be sexier than Amy simply nude. Her eyes drifted back to the statue that was Amy’s boyfriend. He hadn’t moved a muscle. She suddenly remembered what Amy had told her. Scott was already prepared for them. He had been stuck like this since before she had even knocked on the front door! It must have been an hour since then. Amy’s voice had made it feel like minutes. Maybe the wine was getting to her, she thought with a tipsy wobble. She slipped out of her panties.

Curious, she nimbly walked towards the statue. He looked good. Well defined. He obviously liked to work out. He was shiny with sweat, mirroring Caitlin’s own skin. She playfully waved her hand across Scott’s face.

“Helllloooo …” She giggled. But there wasn’t even a flicker. Amy was as truthful as ever. Caitlin was invisible in this room. She could do anything she wanted to Scott. And he would never know.

As soon as that fact popped into her head, she pulled her arm back. She had been stroking his thigh without even realising it. This felt forbidden without Amy’s presence. Without her permission. But the urge returned anyway. Her fingers stretched out to lightly touch Scott’s straining member. She was afraid even that could be enough to set him off. She didn’t want to upset Amy’s plans. They were so important to her, and Caitlin wanted to be good. Still, she touched.

When there was no reaction she breathed a sigh of relief. Two fingers touched it now. She tried to see how much it would sway when she prodded it. It hardly gave under her caress. She had never really had the chance to fully inspect a man’s member before, at least never like this. Always before in the dark, lost in that rush of heat and lust. She kept stroking carefully, lost in the moment.

Amy drank in this display from the crack in the door. She was pleasantly surprised to watch Caitlin standing silently, caressing her pet so eagerly. She had expected this initial introduction to be more difficult. Even though Caitlin had been so obviously excited by the idea of hypnosis in the café, dropping her into this situation might have been too much, too soon. But Amy’s naked pet was clearly exciting her, relaxing her to the idea of shedding further inhibitions. Her already damp nether lips, pink and engorged, told Amy all she needed to know. After her experience tonight, it would not take much to turn those erotic thoughts into insatiable desires. And then, someone would have to take charge of Caitlin’s unfocussed needs. This one will be far easier than I’d feared, Amy thought. It was now time for Mistress Amy to take centre stage.

“Everything okay, my dear?” She announced, as she made her presence known.

Caitlin immediately stopped her insistent stroking of Scott’s erect member. Embarrassed, she straightened up. Any lingering embarrassment about her actions, and her own nudity, evaporated when she looked at Amy. Her appearance captivated her. Amy’s earlier, gentle façade was no longer there. She wore obsidian stockings on their matching belt which perfectly framed the smooth nakedness between her legs. Her shiny corset made her look like a predatory wasp. Her breasts were uncovered and her pert nipples were stiff. Her hair was tied back severely and she wore shiny black stilettos. Her lips were blood red.

She looks so hot, Caitlin flushed. So hot. Overwhelmed, she could only whimper out a confused compliment.

“Thank you my dear! I know it’s not much, but it’s all I need to push pet’s desires to another level. He’s learned important lessons from Mistress when she’s fucked him wearing these clothes. And it gets my cunt so fucking wet, too!”

Caitlin blushed, and felt another flood of perspiration. It seemed silly to get embarrassed at Amy’s dirty talk when they were all exposed now. She was naked and Scott was naked. She could see all of Amy’s most beautiful, sensual parts too, framed as they were by stealthy straps and nefarious material.

“I-is Scott okay?”

“Perfectly. Trust me, he’s more contented than ever. But remember, it’s important to call him pet. And call me Mistress Amy.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry … Mistress Amy.”

“Don’t worry, I forgive you this time.” She smiled.

“Now I want you to kneel behind my pet on the bed. Just to the side. Yes, that’s so good. I need you to be able to see everything I do to my pet, it’s so important you watch me take him down deeper and deeper, making him feel so soft, so good. I don’t you to do anything yet except listen. It’s so important you stay still and listen to my voice. I want you to to watch as I make my pet hotter and wetter and softer. Wetly soft. Softly wet.”

Mistress Amy carefully knelt on the bed directly in front of her pet. Her audience of two, one already in her thrall and the other steadily slipping. She lowered her voice into the honeyed tones of her induction whisper.

“Now focus on your Mistress, pet.”

Pet blinked. An involuntary shudder took him over as he recognised Mistresses outfit as the one she wore to command every single ounce of his obedience. He remembered the punishment if he disobeyed. Powerlessness swept over him.

“Keep your eyes open, pet. Good. Good pet. Now, no matter how deeply I command you to go, no matter how difficult it becomes to think, Mistress needs you to keep your eyes open. It’s so important to keep concentrating. Just keep your eyes on her breasts. Good. Keep staring at her perfect breasts. You’re making Mistress feel so good. You’re making her so wet for you. Keep staring, pet.”

Caitlin blinked. She realised she had been staring too. Her heart was palpitating. Her head felt thick and clouded. Must be from the wine, she thought. She was amazed at how still Mistresses pet remained, despite how erotic this all was. She herself was positively slick now, down there. She thought it would be impossible for anyone not to get turned on by all this. She dragged her mind away from ideas about diddling her clit. It was so important not to get distracted, so I’ll be ready when Amy … Mistress Amy, needs me.

The intense whispering continued.

“Very good pet. Now your Mistress is going to take you deeper. You know where you’re going. You know how she takes you there. Feel the stroking. Feel it before it even begins.”

Pet trembled.

By now Amy had long since perfected the art of using only her fingernail to draw a line up and down pet’s length. It was this feather-like touch which had worked so successfully to draw him deeper.

Caitlin’s hands lay limp in her lap. She was transfixed by the subtle caress of Mistress Amy’s finger teasing up and down. She knew she was there for a reason, but Mistress Amy had required absolutely no help as yet. She seemed utterly in control. Caitlin waited patiently for her instructions, sitting still and listening intently to Mistress hypnotising her pet.

“So good. So good. Little soft pet. Little wet mind. Mistress controls your wet little mind. So wet. So good. Up and down. Up and down. You’re going deeper. Deeper. You’re mind is wet, so soft and wet. So good, so wet, little pet. Deeper and Deeper. No more thoughts. Soft Little Mind. So hot. Wet Little Mind. No thoughts now. Only Mistress Amy. Mistress Amy. Your hot wet little mind and Mistress Amy. So good and so wet and so ready. So ready.”

Amy looked up to make sure. Caitlin’s eyes were intently fixed on her breasts. She was now gently swaying rhythmically in time with Amy’s finger strokes. Her chest rose and fell in union with the rhythmic breathing the three now shared. Her skin glimmered with sweat in the dancing light. Her parted thighs were slick. Excellent. They were both more than ready. Pet had been primed for hours, of course. Most of this performance was solely for Caitlin’s benefit.

Amy now again spoke to her pet, but looked directly at Caitlin’s eyes, forcing the girl to reluctantly pull her gaze from Amy’s nipples. This speech had been well-rehearsed. She spoken it precisely to her pet many times over the past few days, preparing him. Bringing him to the very edge before denying him again and again, so that his final release would be shattering in it’s totality. He would follow this ultimate order to the end, the end of himself as he once knew. Now it was spoken to help Caitlin be ready for the coming storm.

“Now pet, you are about to receive your final reward. In a moment you will lie down on your back with your arms by your sides. You will feel Mistresses legs wrap around your head. You will see Mistresses perfect cunt before your eyes. You will know no vision like it, none more beautiful. At the same time you will feel Mistresses cunt welcoming your prick at long last. It is all you have wanted, all you have ever desired. Your Mistresses cunt will fuck you and you will feel yourself ready to explode.”

“Listen to your Mistress now. You cannot move. You lack the ability to move until Mistress allows it. Your whole body is weak. The only hardness you feel is in your cock. You have never felt like this in your whole life, it hurts more than you thought possible. That is where all your strength and will is now flooding to. Mistress will fuck you with her perfect cunt. And when you are told, you will cum for Mistress. You know you cannot before you are instructed. And when you cum, you know that everything else will drain out after your cum. Your whole mind. All your thoughts, your will, your independence, will shoot out of yourself and into your Mistresses cunt. All of it into your Mistress. Your mind will be a void. Lie back now, pet.”

Caitlin felt somehow that her role had finally arrived, her vital assistance so desperately needed. But as she shifted slightly to allow Mistresses pet to assume the position, she was still confused as to what she had to do. She so wanted to help but didn’t know how. She was so hot and wet, and Mistresses words left her mind reeling. What was she meant to do?

“Caitlin.” Mistresses voice pierced into her now. No longer did it contain the smooth tones she had used to coax her pet into total submission. It was strong and commanding.

“Take your place over my pet’s face. Straddle his head tightly and we can begin.”

She dutifully obeyed. She couldn’t help but feel her excitement rise still further, knowing Mistresses pet was now staring deep into her wet folds, able only drink her in with his eyes. Mistress Amy unstrapped her heels and discarded them, then gracefully positioned herself to straddle her pet. She began to engulf him in a slow, deliberate movement, She lowered herself down over his shaft millimetre by millimetre. Caitlin’s eyes followed her parting lips as they accepted his entire length. Pet convulsed when Mistress Amy pressed down fully. That jolt strummed through Caitlin too, making her feel as if the three of them all grasped a lightning bolt.

Amy relaxed a moment, enjoying the fullness. She then appraised Caitlin, elated that she had obeyed without hesitation. They were so close now, she had to suppress the urge to caress Caitlin’s skin. Except for a few scraps of vinyl, they were a mirror image of each other. The glistening skin, their reddening arousal, their erect nipples. Only their private feelings differed. Caitlin was a frothing mix of domination over this man, submission to this woman, of electrifying arousal she could no longer control, not with pet’s hot breath now steaming her clitoris. For her part, Amy was drunk with the knowledge that all efforts were about to culminate brilliantly. The completion of her domination over one slave, whilst simultaneously commencing the domination of her next. She was overflowing with the joy of her power.

Amy began to ride her pet, struggling to maintain her restraint for as long as possible to ensure her needy mirror was at boiling point first. If she lost her composure too soon, the spell between them could snap. She locked eyes on Caitlin now, steadying her tempo. Amy undulated her whole body sensuously, ensuring she would be captured by her bouncing breasts. Drinking Amy in, the poor girl felt into the trap of their shared arousal.

Amy had wanted to draw this out for hours, but she was hopelessly excited already. It was all too perfect. She was crying out with every plunge she took, with Caitlin now echoing her moans. Although she herself was not impaled on that cock, nor had pet been given permission to lick her, Caitlin could feel the pleasure radiating from Mistress Amy. It soaked into her. She couldn’t stop grinding her own hips, grinding against pet’s face, her juices flowing without reserve.

Her pet was already too far gone for any rescue. Amy knew he was ready to be drained of all his personality at her command. And now seeing Caitlin reaching the summit of her own arousal, knowing that she had now crossed all barriers of denial and resistance, requiring only permission to release, was more than Mistress Amy could stand. She couldn’t avoid the apex of her own agony any longer. With her eyes still locked into her mesmerised friend’s, she yelled out her final Command.

“Cuh-cum, pets! Cum Now! CUM FOR MISTRESS!”

Climax arrived for all three like dominoes falling. Convulsing violently, pet released all of his programmed frustration and desire and passion in long, continuous spurts. Everything else flushed out too. His mind was gone. Mistress Amy had succeeded.

With electricity shooting up her spine, Mistress Amy tried to keep her eyes open no matter what. She needed to see the results of her manipulations on her beautiful new victim.

Permitted to give in to her cravings, Caitlin erupted unto her own paroxysm of joy, capitulating to the ultimate pleasure she had unknowingly been forbidden to feel, but could not keep at bay any longer. She burst violently, her moans rising to incoherent keening. Her hips convulsed and her shoulders threw themselves back, her spine flexing to snapping point as she froze for a long second. Then she collapsed into Amy’s arms, face contorted, hips still thrusting frantically.

Confronted by this vision of triumph, Amy succumbed to her own depraved satisfaction. Shaking, shuddering, groaning together, their two orgasms were shared, stoked, and prolonged by the other’s. It was Nirvana, and both were lost for a long time.

Amy managed to compose herself first.

Still mounted upon her pet’s softening shaft, she comforted her friend. Overwhelmed, melted into Amy’s arms, her head hung as if broken, her tousled hair sticking onto her face. She had almost passed out, yet was still trembling violently.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. That was so hot. You were so very good.” Caitlin dragged her face up with shining eyes, her frazzled brain just so glad that Amy understood and was happy.

Painfully sensitive, she struggled away from pet’s head. His face was drenched, illuminated in the candlelight with the evidence of Caitlin’s orgasm. Amy captured Caitlin’s shoulders once more, and helped her stand, massaging the girls stomach, cupping and soothing her tender mons venus as she guided her in delicate steps over to the couch.

Exhausted herself, Amy concentrated upon Caitlin alone. She had no time to attend to her pet. He was left discarded and inert, soaked in the two women’s juices. His brain was nothing but mush, just as Mistress Amy had commanded. He lay in a coma, an empty cup waiting until Amy was ready to refill it.

Amy continued to sooth her shaken friend, holding her, whispering into her ear. Telling her just how hot and wet it had all been. Reminding her how hard she had just cum. Harder than she could ever remember cumming before. How grateful she was, how Caitlin had been so good for helping her. The words good wet pet slipped in here and there.

Minutes seemed to pass by in seconds. Slowly her surroundings came back into focus. At last Caitlin had recovered her enough strength to stand up, albeit weakly. Before she even considered that Mistresses pet lay as if dead, Amy abruptly ended everything.

“I’m sorry, Caitlin, but you have to leave now. Mistress Amy requires privacy with her pet. Mistress has to reprogramme him immediately and that’s a special thing you can’t see.”

Caitlin could only nod limply. Her discarded garments appeared in her hands. Mistress Amy was now helping her replace her bra, pulling up her panties to trap in her wetness. Suddenly she was dressed again, her coat already around her shoulders. And Mistress Amy was back in her regular outfit too and now they were walking and here was the front door.

Amy embraced her for a long moment, and looked deeply into her eyes. “Thank you again for your help tonight,” She kissed Caitlin with her lipstick-smeared lips, her tongue slipping past without resistance, languidly exploring the girl’s mouth.

She wanted to imprint this final erotic feeling into Caitlin while her mind remained malleable. After she had drifted outside, somehow finding her way back home, she would pull herself back to rational thought. But the memories of tonight would be impossible to forget. Mistress Amy’s body. Her demonstration of power over her slave. That mind-destroying orgasm shared between the trio. This final kiss.

Caitlin would masturbate to the memory. She will convince herself that, while losing her mind completely would be too much, it would be quite hot to be hypnotised herself, a little. Just to find out what it’s like. She’d need someone she could trust to do it, though.

Before long she would find herself right back at this door. And to give her an excuse to start, to let her give in willingly, all Amy had to do was implant one small suggestion. One that would irritate Caitlin’s mind like an itch, despite it’s absurdity. She would instinctively know that Amy would help just as she helped her tonight.

A clever finger stroking up and down a needy slit, from anus to clitoris, would soon have the same effect as it did on a penis.

“Please let me know when I can repay you for all your help.” Amy said again.

Spun around and ushered out, Caitlin was bewildered by the shock of the night air, her abrupt dismissal from the hot, wonderful room she had been in only seconds before. Her head was spinning, It was all too much to process at once. But Amy left her with a final farewell.

“And Caitlin, remember—you are not a lobster!”