The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Falling For Her Tits

Chapter 23

The orange cheerleader outfit hung neatly in her locker, but no matter how long she stared at it Cathy couldn’t find the will to put it on. She hadn’t even wanted to be a cheerleader before Amy forced her onto the team, yet as she’d gotten to know the girls Cathy had warmed up to the idea. It would be a fun way to hang out with Amy and she’d found herself actually looking forward to their first practice together. Now that Amy had technically broken up with her though, Cathy didn’t even feel the energy to try the outfit on. What was the point? As soon as she got near the gym and saw Amy her body would just mechanically spin around and head the other way.

It had been happening to her all day. Every time she caught even a glimpse of Amy in the hallways or the cafeteria she’d find herself ducking out of the way, no clue where she was going as long. It only seemed to matter that she go wherever Amy wasn’t. There were even times where she’d suddenly halt in place, stopping her from going into a classroom or a part of the school where she knew the blonde cheerleader would be. There had been the serious worry that she wouldn’t be able to attend half of her classes like this but apparently Amy had decided to skip every class she shared with Cathy. Even as she’d been trying to manipulate the teachers less Amy’s tits still allowed her those special privileges. Cathy was grateful for that, but it also stung being forced to pay attention in class while Amy’s empty desk weighed on her mind.

With everything they’d done over the last month Amy had become such a huge part of her everyday life, and now that she was banned from seeing or communicating with Amy that enormous absence was fully sinking in. Trying to make it through the day had felt like circling a black hole. It was impossible not to think about Amy, about the things Cathy had wanted to do with her. All the things she never got to say. And now she never would. At this rate they’d make it through the last few weeks avoiding each other, graduate, and then they’d be off to different colleges and never see each other again. That was just high school, Cathy tried to convince herself. She’d end up losing touch with most of her friends, so why get hung up on one girl?

But still knowing she’d never be with Amy stung deeply. Cathy sighed and shut her locker, not wanting to look at the uniform that she’d hated for so long but still came to love. She flipped open her phone and saw the long rambling messages she’d written to Amy, filling the character limit for a text but still not sent. No matter how hard she tried it was impossible to hit the send button. Cathy couldn’t leave her notes, or send her flowers. She’d even tried desperately to scream in the middle of the hallway at her but nothing came out. Cathy had known what it felt like to resist Amy’s brainwashing before, but this was something different. Part of Cathy rationally knew that it would be possible for her to try and resist, to break out of it and send a message anyway. But what was the point?

Amy had decided that she didn’t want Cathy in her life. Even if she could force a message through to Amy there was nothing she could say to change her mind. Amy had made her choice and Cathy would just have to accept it. She had succeeded though. It was obvious from looking at their classmates that anything Amy had done to humiliate them had been reversed. Amy was using her powers to help people now, and seemed to be happier herself. Cathy knew she should be satisfied with that since it was what she’d set out to do. It was her own fault that she wound up falling in love with Amy by accident.

Cathy was still wandering the halls lost in her own thoughts, debating on what to do to take her mind off of things, when she saw a familiar blonde face turning around the corner.

“Cathy?”

She had started to turn around on instinct but managed to stop herself, smiling with relief. “Oh, hey Brooke.”

Decked out in a purple hoodie with an adorable anime character over the chest Brooke launched herself forward and gave Cathy a huge hug. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you or Amy in ages!”

Fighting back against the fish hook pulling at her heart Cathy put on a cheerful look. “Yeah… we’ve been busy the last week or two. How have you been?”

“Really good. Honestly I think I’m still riding that amazing high after our—” Brooke went beet red and nervously twiddled her fingers together. She leaned in, whispering. “Our threesome.”

Cathy couldn’t help but laugh as the two of them started walking along down the hallway. Brooke certainly had a daring streak when you got her going, but deep down the blonde was still the same shy girl. She was still amazed Brooke had stripped during the webshow they did.

“That really was a great day,” Cathy muttered, looking away.

“We should definitely do it again sometime,” Brooke said, nodding eagerly.

Cathy winced and quickly changed the subject. “So, uh, how’s your cosplay outfit coming along?”

“Oh it’s killing me,” she quipped with an exhausted laugh. “I’m working my heart out but I should be able to finish everything before the convention.”

“It must be a great costume to need all that work.”

“I finished mine already, but I’m trying to get outfits done for you and Amy.”

The athlete felt her stomach flip as she remembered her promise. “We promised to go to the con with you.”

“Yup, hope you guys didn’t forget.”

“No, it’s just…” Cathy bit her lip, wondering how she was supposed to explain that there was a forcefield keeping her from being anywhere near Amy. “You can go with Amy. I hope you two have fun.”

Brooke stopped and took Cathy’s hand, giving her the saddest puppy dog eyes she’d ever seen. “You- you don’t want to go?”

“I do! I really do.” She shook her head. “It’s just that me and Amy… aren’t really talking right now.”

“Oh no, did you two have a fight? Did you break up?”

“We’d have to be together first to break up,” Cathy muttered sadly.

“You two weren’t going out?” Brooke asked, confused. “You guys seemed so happy together.”

“It’s… complicated.”

Suddenly Brooke stepped in front of Cathy, the normally shy girl glowing with determination. “You’re coming over to my house now, and we’re going to help you work all of this out.”

“That’s not really necessary,” Cathy replied nervously, completely taken back.

“I insist. I’ve never gotten to help anyone with relationship drama, and I need that to complete the high school experience.”

Despite her best efforts Cathy had to smile at the way Brooke said something so ridiculous so earnestly.

“Besides, you and Amy were so amazing with me. I want to do anything I can to help.”

Cathy shrugged in defeat. “Alright, I give. But really, I can’t actually go into it.”

“Then we’ll just hang out anyway. Unless you have someplace else to be.”

Her eyes instantly looked out the window at the gymnasium she couldn’t walk into, not while Amy was there with the other cheerleaders. “No, let’s go.”

* * *

Half an hour later they were sitting in Brooke’s spacious room, the frustrated blonde trying to pull information out of Cathy like an interrogator.

“So let me see what I have so far,” she said, holding her hands up and taking a deep breath. “You two weren’t dating.”

“No,” Cathy replied.

“But you were having sex?”

“We… sexy times were had,” the brunette admitted, blushing.

“But at the same time you two kind of hated each other?”

“I wouldn’t say hate, but we didn’t get along.”

“Because you were trying to humiliate each other.”

Cathy nodded.

“But you both got off on being humiliated.”

“Me more than Amy. Though I think she liked it more than she’d admit.”

“So you two were in some weird psycho-sexual love hate relationship where you tried to degrade and humiliate each other, but at the same time knew how much you each enjoyed it.”

“You make it sound so dramatic,” Cathy laughed nervously. Not that it was far off, but she was limited in what she was allowed to say. If she was confused now Cathy could only imagine Brooke’s reaction if she knew about the brainwashing and sex slavery.

“And you’re still certain that doesn’t qualify as a relationship?”

“Yes.”

Brooke sighed, throwing her head in her hands. “But you do love her, right?”

Cathy hesitated, then nodded. “I do. Did. I don’t know.”

“Well, you weren’t kidding about it being complicated.” Brooke rolled off the bed and started heading to the door.

“Where are you going?” Cathy asked from her spot on the floor.

“Going to get some ice cream. Then we’re going to watch some crappy movies. I’m pretty sure that’s what you’re supposed to do after a breakup.” Brooke hesitated. “It is, right?”

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never dated anyone before,” Cathy said honestly.

“Me neither,” Brooke giggled. “So lets do it anyway and see if it helps.”

Cathy found herself smiling as she leaned back against Brooke’s bed, listening to the excited girl running downstairs. She had to admit that talking about what happened helped, even if she did have to give Brooke the redacted version. The hardest part about losing Amy though was the uncertainty of it all. Amy had done such a drastic nuclear option to her because she was afraid that she’d corrupted her into some perverted deviant. Cathy knew she loved Amy and all they’d done, but part of her couldn’t help wondering if she was right.

Did she really like being dominated, or was it only because Amy made her? Were all these fantasies of being humiliated and exposed her own, or were they a result of Amy’s manipulation? With the hypnotic power of Amy’s tits could she ever tell what were her own desires at this point?

Cathy settled back into the bed and nudged something underneath, knocking over a paper bag. She winced as she heard the contents rattle around, terrified she’d broken some prop for her cosplay. Cathy pulled the bag out and blinked in surprise, noticing the name of the same sex store where she’d bought her toys for her dinner with Amy. She quickly brushed off the shock. Brooke probably needed some leather for some sexy character’s outfit. Picturing the innocent girl walking into a sex store and blushing madly actually made Cathy chuckle as she opened up the bag to make sure nothing was broken. That’s when she actually gasped.

She pulled out the black plastic paddle, with a heart shaped hole missing from the end. Marked in big pink letters where the words ‘Bad girl’. Certain that there had to be some mistake Cathy reached into the bag and produced another paddle, then a riding crop. Cathy’s heart was racing nervously as she started taking out the different colored ball gags and leather masks. When she pulled out the vibrator Cathy couldn’t help but stare. Had Amy made Brooke more perverted as well?

“Okay, I got the ice cream!”

Cathy guiltily sat there with the vibrator in hand, the sex toys set out around her in a semi-circle. Brooke stood in the doorway staring, a tub of ice cream in one hand and some spoons in the other. Blushing furiously both girls talked at the same time.

“I can explain!”

“I can explain!”

They both blinked.

“I’m sorry, Brooke, I didn’t mean to look through your stuff.”

“It’s okay,” the blonde replied nervously. “I’m sorry I had to surprise you with, well, all of that.”

Cathy blushed deeper. “I swear, I didn’t mean to go through your sex toy collection.”

Brooke sighed, smiling. “It’s fine. It’s not like you found the rest of- I mean what collection?” Brooke shouted quickly.

The dark haired girl did a double take at the dozen or so sex toys around her. “There’s more than this?”

Brooke bit her lip, staring at her closet indecisively. Finally she put the ice cream down and waved Cathy over, opening the closet. Peeking inside Cathy could only see normal everyday clothes and a few nearly complete cosplay outfits. Then Brooke pulled the clothes to the side and Cathy saw an incredible display of fetish outfits, masks, cuffs, and sex toys.

“Holy crap! How long have you been collecting this stuff?”

“Well, I had one vibrator that I’ve been using for two years,” Brooke muttered shyly. “But all of the rest I bought after we had our threesome.”

Cathy spun and stared at her. “Oh god we turned you into a sex crazed deviant!”

Brooke snorted and doubled over, clapping her knees. “You did what? You think one threesome suddenly made me go sex crazy?”

“I mean, it was a good threesome,” Cathy replied awkwardly, shoulders drooping.

“It definitely was, but that’s not why I got everything. Let me show you something.” The two girls went over to her laptop, though Cathy kept glancing back at the amazing collection of toys with reverential envy.

“How were you even able to afford all of that stuff? Did you rob a bank?”

“Nope, I got some help from my new side job.” Brooke typed for a moment and then Cathy saw the page for a webcam site, showing off dozens of scantily dressed women all posing to promise the audience a good time. Smiling nervously Brooke clicked on one picture and brought up the profile of a woman in a silver mask, and it took Cathy a few seconds longer than she cared to admit before she realized it was Brooke in disguise.

“Wait, you’ve still been doing cam shows?”

“It’s so much fun though!” Brooke threw herself back on the bed, wriggling. “Just knowing that everyone can see me, that they’re all there watching me have fun and do so many naughty things, it’s the most exciting thing I’ve ever done.”

“Still, is that safe?” Even though she was trying to speak against it Cathy’s eyes were glued to the seductive masked woman on the screen, her blonde hair tied up in a tight bun, her body dressed in sheer silver fabric to match the mask. She looked so… powerful. In control. Sexy. Cathy turned her head to stare at the shy, giggling Brooke rolling around on her bed. Was this really her?

“Don’t worry, Cathy. I always wear a mask to conceal my identity, just like a superhero.” That set her off into another giggling fit.

“And you were able to make enough to buy all of those sex toys in such a short amount of time?”

“Yeah, I think I’m up to three thousand dollars so far.”

Cathy stared at the web page with new appreciation, noting Brooke’s high ranking on the site and the numerous glowing reviews for her shows. Brooke crawled up behind her and laid her head on Cathy’s back, suddenly sounding scared.

“I- I hope you don’t think I’m bad for this. It’s really just a way to have fun and show off my cosplay stuff and… we all seemed to enjoy it when we did a show together last time.”

Cathy quickly shook her hand, reaching back to pet Brooke’s hair.

“No, it’s not like that. I’m just in awe. You’re so popular already! It looks like everyone there loves you, and I don’t blame them.” She turned and smiled at Brooke. “I’m happy for you, really.”

Brooke broke into a huge grin and hugged Cathy tightly. “Thanks. I was so scared of anyone else finding out, but I’m glad that I told you. It’s so hard trying to keep a secret like that in.”

Cathy gulped. She was right of course. It was killing her trying to stay quiet.

“Brooke…”

The blonde glanced up at her, cocking her head to the side. “Yeah, Cathy?”

“I- I don’t know if I’m a lesbian or not. That’s what I’m so nervous about.” Cathy wrung her hands together. “And… I’m not sure about all the fetish stuff either. Like, I know I love it. I loved everything I did with Amy, and you, and Lydia and Kristin and everyone else. But I can’t help but wonder if Amy’s right.”

“Right about what?”

“That it’s not really who I am. That I got swept up in Amy’s fantasies and just got carried along with the current. I mean, if I never met Amy I would have never been exposed to all of this fetish and humiliation stuff. I don’t know if I ever would have thought about being with women either.”

“So you’re not sure if you did all of that for Amy or if it’s what you really want,” Brooke said, catching on to what was making her friend so anxious.

“Yeah, and it’s so frustrating. Like, I’m me. Shouldn’t I know what I like or not? How can I not be sure if I want a hot fetish girlfriend? Like how can I not know what I really want? How am I—”

Brooke’s arms suddenly snaked around her waist, pulling her in for a tight hug. “It’s okay, Cathy.”

Cathy stopped and took a breath, realizing that she was nearly having a panic attack. She felt Brooke holding her, her head laying gently on her back, and slowly Cathy let herself relax.

“God, I really am a mess.”

“I don’t blame you. You’re definitely dealing with some stuff.”

“I just wish I had a way of knowing,” Cathy muttered, staring at the floor. Her eyes traced over all of the scattered sex toys, knowing that part of her instantly wanted to reach for them, but the rest of her still wasn’t certain if it was her own reaction or something Amy put inside her.

“I mean, there might be a way.”

Cathy turned around, confused. She saw Brooke staring at her nervously as she explained.

“I’m set to do a show around now. It was going to be one using all those new paddles and gags and stuff on myself but… if you want, I could use them on you?”

Cathy bit her lip nervously.

“I know you just got out of whatever with Amy, but we only have to do what you want. I just figured if we tried some of this stuff on you that it would help you know for sure.”

The dark haired athlete looked back down at the sex toys, thinking. “So it would be doing this stuff without Amy, which means anything I feel would probably be my own reaction.”

“That’s what I figured, unless you feel nervous about it.”

“I’ll do it,” Cathy said quickly. “But I’m still nervous. Not so much about that, but how it’ll make me feel. If I don’t get anything out of it then it means that I’m—”

“Don’t worry about that yet,” Brooke said, taking hold of Cathy’s hand. “We’ll just take things slow and after wards you can figure out the emotional stuff.”

Cathy grinned, thankful. “Alright, I guess we’ll try it out. I am curious to see how you act during these shows. You look so different in the pictures.”

“I do not,” Brooke giggled. “Sure, I put on a bit of an act but it’s nothing too different from my usual self, I swear.”

* * *

“On your knees, slut,” Brooke said crisply, spanking the riding crop against Cathy’s bare ass. Cathy yelped and dropped down to all fours, as Brooke began to pace around her. Sheer black stockings ran up Brooke’s long legs while a silver and black corset accentuated her full breasts. Her hair was tied up on her head the same way Cathy had seen in the picture, though now Brooke wore a cruel grin beneath her silver mask. She put the riding crop under Cathy’s chin and lifted her head up to stare at her. “Face the camera and tell them your name.”

Cathy adjusted the black masquerade mask on her own face, smiling nervously. “I- I’m Charlotte,” she said quietly to the camera.

Brooke spanked her again, hard.

“I said, tell them your name.”

“I’m Charlotte,” Cathy said, louder. This only earned a more powerful spank. “Hey, I said my name!”

Suddenly Brooke appeared next to her, grabbing her chin in a tight grip. Brooke leaned in close to her, blue eyes flashing with anger. “That’s your name outside of this room, where you can pretend to be a normal person. But I know who you really are. I know what you really want. In here, I decide what your name is, so your new name is Slut. Go on and give the audience a proper introduction.”

Cathy stared at Brooke in awe, her mouth moving slowly.

“I’m- My name is Slut.” Breathing heavy, Cathy watched as Brooke moved in front of her, blocking the camera. Cathy laughed nervously, the red marks on her ass stinging in a delightful way. “I thought you said you didn’t act too different on camera.”

The imposing silver and blue mistress stuck out her tongue. “It’s just for the show,” she whispered. Eyes suddenly full of concern she asked “Was that too much?”

Cathy shivered, remembering how instantly helpless she’d felt. Her pussy was already glistening and her heart was racing.

“It felt good. Really good.”

Brooke smiled under the silver mask. “Then I’ll start letting people tip towards using the toys on you. Remember the safe word and let me know if it gets to be too much.” She flashed a warm smile, which quickly hardened into a cruel sneer. “Spin around, Slut. Let them see how your pussy is already dripping.”

Cathy hesitated, caught off guard, but the overwhelming sensation of helplessness only made her body warmer. “Yes ma’am.”

The naked girl did as she was told, spinning around with her ass facing the camera. She wondered how many people were watching the show, what they were doing as they enjoyed seeing her so completely exposed. And most of all Cathy realized she loved it. It was the same way she felt being forced to walk around in her cheerleader outfit when Amy had first given it to her. That fear and exhilaration mixing together perfectly to turn her on. This wasn’t as good as it had been with Amy, but there was no doubt in her mind that this was what she wanted. She couldn’t wait for Brooke to tie her up, to use all those sex toys to tease and torture her. Being controlled, this was what she wanted. Cathy was almost surprised that she ever doubted something so obvious.

But then with Amy messing with her head it was hard to be sure. Only now Cathy knew the truth. Whether Amy planted the seed or it was already buried inside Cathy knew she was submissive. This was what she really wanted to do to make herself happy. Cathy listened to Brooke talking to the online audience, taunting her and showing off the different tools she had to use on her submissive friend. Cathy found her thoughts drifting to how helpful Brooke had been, how much she’d cared and wanted to help. Maybe this was who she needed. If Amy didn’t want to be with her then maybe she should think of liking someone else.

Distantly she heard a ringing noise as a tip came in. Suddenly Brooke spanked her ass hard with one of the paddles, jolting Cathy out of her daydreaming. But in that moment of shock and pain and pleasure Cathy instantly saw Amy appear in her head, envisioning that it was her blonde cheerleader mistress spanking her ass, taunting her and taking control. Cathy’s heart leapt up into her throat, wanting to beg and plead for her Mistress to enslave her again.

The shock wore off quickly and Cathy sat there panting, completely caught off guard. The second she’d felt it her mind had run back to Amy. Because that wasn’t part of the programming that Amy had ripped out of her head. That was her own love trying to make itself known. She really did love Amy. It wasn’t because of her hypnotic tits but because of who she really was. Cathy found herself smiling, but then frowned. She truly loved Amy but now there was no way to ever get her back.

Brooke spanked her ass again, though this time Cathy hardly registered it. It was like the truth of it all was really settling in. Somehow the doubt had managed to dull the pain of Amy leaving. She was able to hold onto the idea that she wasn’t really in love with Amy, that maybe she was just addicted from all of the ways Amy had fucked with her head. But now that she knew these were her own true feelings there was no way to ignore the pain now. Amy was gone, and she’d made sure that Cathy could never win her back.

She wiped her sweaty hair away from the black mask and considered using the safe word to stop the show. Not that she didn’t enjoy the domination but this was no time for an emotional breakdown. Then she heard her phone vibrating as a text came in. Even though she was naked on the floor with Brooke spanking her ass with a paddle Cathy still reached for it out of habit, opening up the text from Gina. As she read it her eyes went wide.

CATHY, I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU AND AMY. SHE TOLD ME ABOUT HOW HER BOOBS MIND CONTROL PEOPLE AND ALL THE STUFF SHE DID TO YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE. I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT HER BUT I CAN TELL THAT AMY’S TORN UP OVER WHAT SHE DID. SHE MISSES YOU BUT IS TOO PROUD TO SAY. IF YOU WANT I’LL LEAVE IT ALONE, BUT IF YOU WANT HER BACK I PROMISE TO DO EVERYTHING I CAN TO HELP. LET ME KNOW ASAP. GINA ♥

She stared in awe at the text message, her mind trying to process it as she read it again. Amy told Gina about everything? Amy missed her? She wasn’t allowed to tell anyone about the hypnosis part, which was why it would have been impossible to get help around it, but if Gina already knew…

Could Gina really get her back together with Amy?

Without warning Brooke whacked her ass hard with the paddle. Cathy’s phone slipped out of her hands as she let out a shocked moan of pleasure.

“Did I give you permission to use your phone?”

“N-no ma’am,” Cathy answered, shaking.

“Then I think this slut needs to be punished,” the masked mistress scoffed as she brought the paddle down again hard. Cathy shook as she was spanked, barely able to hold back her moans. Her mind was racing, hope and fear fighting for control. Rather than worry about it Cathy let herself slip into the punishment, letting her thoughts quiet down as she let Brooke control her. The same way she’d obediently follow Amy’s commands. For now she’d let herself enjoy the show as the hope of being with Amy again burned up her body. She’d text Gina back later.

* * *

“Thank the lovely people, Slut.”

Cathy bowed her head, panting heavily as sweat glistened over her body. Patches of her skin were bright pink from all of the loving strikes that Brooke had inflicted on her. “Thank you everybody. Thank you for using me.”

Brooke grinned for the camera, winking behind the silver mask as she blew the camera a kiss. “See you next time, everyone.” With controlled poise she turned the camera off, then after double checking that it was really off she immediately fell to the ground and squealed excitedly. “That was so awesome! Definitely one of the best shows I’ve ever done.”

“You did an excellent job,” Cathy said as she also fell back onto the floor, completely exhausted.

“I wasn’t too rough on you?”

“You were just right, trust me.” Cathy smiled and reached out for Brooke, who took her hand and pulled her in for a hug.

“So did this help you out at all?”

“It did, actually. I definitely know that I love all things bondage.”

“I’m glad. I know you said we can’t do anything about Amy but as long as you’re happy with yourself I think we can call today a success.”

Cathy couldn’t help but grin, though she still felt cautious over it. “About that, you know the text I got?”

“The one I had to punish you for?” Brooke stuck out her tongue at her.

“Yeah, that was from Gina.”

Brooke scrunched up her nose, confused. “Who’s Gina?”

“The former cheer captain?”

Brooke shook her head.

“Blonde, big boobs. Half her hair is died pink.”

“Oh, I’ve seen her before.”

Cathy found herself laughing. It was hard to remember that not every girl in school were part of their lesbian orgies and knew each other.

“Well, apparently she found out about me and Amy and she wants to help get us back together.”

“That’s awesome,” Brooke shouted as she took Cathy’s hands. “Wait, I thought you said it would be impossible to get Amy back. For some mysterious reasons that you couldn’t say.”

“Yeah, those are still there, and I still can’t go into them,” Cathy said awkwardly. “But for reasons I also can’t explain Gina might be able to help us get around them. At least, she wants to try and help.”

“Oh. Well, I’m happy for you,” Brooke said, sounding a little deflated.

“What’s wrong?”

Brooke pouted, throwing her hands up. “I wanted to be the one to save the day and help you get back together with Amy.”

Cathy cackled and fell back on the floor. “Really?”

“But no, go to your BFF Gina. Clearly she’s the hero you need.”

Cathy pulled Brooke in for a tight hug, kissing her forehead. “Brooke, you’re adorable, you know that.”

“I’ve been told so,” she said, practically purring.

“And actually, you can help me too. It’s probably a crazy plan, but if both you and Gina help me then it might be able to work.”

“You already know I’m in,” Brooke replied eagerly. Then she held up a finger. “But I want it known that I was more important to this plan than Gina, whoever she is.”

“You’re absolutely the linchpin to this plan,” Cathy chuckled. Satisfied Brooke curled up onto Cathy’s chest, resting her head on her flat breasts.

“Good. You and Amy are the only two real friends I’ve ever had, and I just want you to be happy.”

“I hope I can make Amy hope too,” Cathy said, and meant it. She loved Amy, and that meant not rolling over obediently. No matter how fun that normally sounded Cathy knew she’d have to fight.

“So how are you going to get Amy back?”

“Well, she’s convinced herself that I don’t actually enjoy any of the stuff we’ve done together at all.” Cathy grinned, excited now. “So all we have to do is prove to her that I love nothing more than to be a dominated sex slave. And I think you’re wonderful collection back there will be perfect for that.”

Now Brooke was grinning too. “Something tells me I’m really going to love this plan.”