The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lorelei sighed and crossed her dungeon to find one of her whips. Three minutes ago it would have been a flogger or paddle, but six minutes late meant whipping. Four more minutes and Lorelei would leave entirely. No refund.

The handle on the door across the chamber turned. Lorelei stopped and cocked her head. Most subs asked to come in. They knocked. If Lorelei sensed they were too eager, she’d make them beg to open the door. Her instructions clearly said for them to knock. They also clearly said to come on time.

Someone needed to be punished.

Lorelei moved to her throne, her back to the door as it swung open. She listened as her client came in. Heels clicking? Bold. Those would go first. Lorelei turned and saw her client. The cocky smile fell from her face.

Her client was a beautiful and curvy Hispanic woman. She was tall. Jesus, very tall. Definitely six feet or slightly more, but it was hard to say how much the heels were helping. She wore a white blouse. It was loose and flowy, with several of the buttons on the top undone, revealing a red lace bra underneath. She wore tight jeans, showing off her ample hips, and simple open-toed beige heels. Her hair was long, down to the middle of her back, straight, dark as shadow, and flowing. Her skin was smooth and flawless, but Lorelei didn’t think she spotted any makeup.

She couldn’t look away from her client’s eyes. The tall woman had amber eyes, that even across the room seemed to glow and draw Lorelei in. She was stunning. There was a simplicity to her and an elegance. Most subs came in here dressed in lingerie or nothing but a collar. This woman came as herself, and she herself was quite the thing to behold.

“You’re late,” snapped Lorelei from her throne. She grabbed one of the crops that she kept there. “I suggest ten lashes for each minute.”

“Strange way to do business,” said the woman. She had an accent, but it wasn’t thick, and not quite what Lorelei thought of as Hispanic or Mexican.

“You paid for me to be in charge. This is what you want.”

The stranger smiled. “I paid to get the answer to a question. Though, if striking me will make you feel powerful, don’t wait.”

Lorelei’s brow furrowed. She didn’t need the client’s permission to strike them. They signed waivers. They wanted to lose control. They begged for it.

The stranger walked closer to the throne, clearly not scared of the crop Lorelei held. Lorelei twirled it in her hands. Some subs needed to be broken. They liked to play up the idea of the brat, and their greatest turn on was to be put in their place. They weren’t helpless sluts, but they were eager for authority and punishment. Lorelei could give her that.

Lorelei got up and walked back to her closet. At the very least, she couldn’t do what the sub requested. She didn’t work from a script, and she wasn’t a puppet. She found one of her favorite whips. She eyed the nine-tails but decided against it. She had it custom made. It had the tails of a flogger, but there were tiny beads at the end of each point. Additionally, it was long, like a whip. She saved that for the most severe of masochists, but she felt the temptation to grab it now. That might have saved her.

Instead, she grabbed a reliable whip. It could draw blood if it needed to, but she was practiced and careful. It would leave marks, and that would be lesson enough for this client.

As she turned, Lorelei moved the whip with a slight flair. She wanted to catch the client’s eye but not be overly dramatic. It had the effect she wanted. The beautiful woman arched her eyebrow in surprise.

Then smiled with amusement.

“How would you like me? On all fours? On my knees? Or would you like to bind me?” she asked again, gesturing to the manacles and rope in Lorelei’s closet.

“On your knees,” said Lorelei. She wanted to sound stern, but she didn’t want the stranger to think she was angry. Honestly, she wasn’t. It was a job. Clients paid to feel out of control, to feel used and demeaned. She provided that service. Part of that was artifice; she put on the mask needed by the client.

Lady Lorelei was, after all, an act.

Sure, she was dominant. She only dated subs if she dated at all. But you can’t be a dominatrix 24/7. Most of her girlfriends hated to see that Lorelei liked a glass of wine and a movie at the end of the day and not wild floggings with cruel insults. She liked to cuddle. She wasn’t heartless, but she was professional.

The stranger obeyed. She sank to her knees without question. She didn’t shrug with reluctant acceptance, but something about her smile, that damned smile, seemed to say she didn’t care what Lorelei did to her.

She paid too much money for an hour of Lorelei’s time to not care how it was spent.

“What’s your name?” asked Lorelei as she unspooled the whip and moved behind the stranger.

“Reyna.”

Lorelei flung the whip out and cracked it next to Reyna’s right hand. Reyna didn’t flinch. “Add Lady Lorelei to that.”

“Yes, Lady Lorelei.”

“Better. The next one won’t miss.”

“Of course not.” Lorelei hesitated, lifting her whip to strike again. “...Lady Lorelei,” added Reyna. Lorelei almost sighed with relief. This wouldn’t work if she had to beat Reyna to obey. Sex was built on power, yes, but also on desire. If Reyna didn’t want to be here, she should leave. Lorelei can’t make anyone obey who won’t buy into the fantasy.

“And I’ll call you, bitch.” Lorelei smirked. “Sounds about right. You have an attitude problem, don’t you.”

“If you say so.” Another long pause. “Lady Lorelei.”

Lorelei knew if Reyna paused again, she would have to strike. Reyna was testing her, seeing how far she would go. Lorelei would go far enough to get and maintain control. In the next forty minutes, Reyna should be a pathetic pile of lust begging to eat Lorelei out.

Lorelei decided right there not to give it to her, no matter how much she begged.

“How many lashes, Lady Lorelei?”

“Take off your shirt, bitch,” commanded Lorelei. Change the script. Take control.

Reyna obeyed. Slowly, but she obeyed. She carefully folded her blouse and put it beside her.

“Bra off,” added Lorelei. Reyna obeyed again. “Jesus, you’re fat,” added Lorelei. It wasn’t true, and it felt childish as she said it, but Lorelei was looking for anyway to hurt Reyna, to put her in her place. The truth was, Reyna did have slight rolls, she was a thick girl, but it looked like Reyna could starve herself and be no thinner. This was her size, and it was beautiful. Lorelei wanted to kiss Reyna’s back, to reach around and hold Reyna’s breasts. She wanted to hear Reyna sigh in her arms and melt into her.

Lorelei shook her head. She tossed out the whip, the tip of it hitting the floor was the only sound in the room.

“Sixty lashes?” asked Reyna. “Seems a bit much.”

Lorelei hesitated. With this whip? Sixty lashes would be a cruelty.

“But that’s what you said, right? Sixty lashes?”

Lorelei raised the whip. Reyna was baiting her, mocking her. Sixty lashes? Fine. Some brats are testing how far the domme will go. Will the domme really hurt them, really stop them? They feel they control every room they’re in, and they want to find one room, at least one place where they are not in control. She’s daring me to do it. She thinks I’m bluffing. She wants it. Sixty lashes. She wants …

Reyna stood up. She grabbed her bra and put it on before turning around, but left her blouse folded on the floor. She smiled that damn smile as she saw Lorelei, arm raised, whip ready to strike, but frozen.

“I came here for an answer to an important question, but you can’t answer like this, can you? It’s too much pressure. One doesn’t test a man’s strength against a dragon. Perhaps a bear.” Reyna stepped past Lorelei and patted her on the arm condescendingly. “Maria!” she called out of the room.

Lorelei turned. A small, waifish woman, also Hispanic, with a pixie haircut, entered the dungeon. She was cute, short, and thin. She was wearing a long jacket, almost a trench coat, and she was nervous. She looked like a client normally looked when they came to serve Lady Lorelei: desperate, horny, and scared.

The small woman, Lorelei assumed it was Maria, came quickly to Reyna’s side. She kept her eyes on the floor, but as she passed Reyna, she lifted her eyes. Reyna nodded, and Maria tossed off her coat as she stood behind the taller woman. Underneath the coat, Maria was wearing a black bra, black painties, a garter belt, stockings, and heels. She looked like every other slut Lorelei controlled.

“That costs extra,” said Lorelei, but it came out as a whisper.

“What was that?” asked Reyna. “Speak up.”

“It costs extra if you want another girl.”

“Oh dear, you won’t be having me. You’ll be having Maria.”

“She’s the client?” asked Lorelei.

“Yes.”

“Then why didn’t you —”

“I told you,” interrupted Reyna. “I want an answer to a question that’s been bothering me.” Reyna stepped back to Lorelei’s throne and sat down effortlessly, no hesitation. “I need to see you in charge.”

Lorelei wanted to protest, but she hesitated. Maybe Reyna wanted lessons in dominance? That happened from time to time. Dommes would bring in their subs as a reward or to get pointers. It should cost extra, but they could sort out billing later.

Honestly, Lorelei was relieved. Maria looked easy, a typical client. Lorelei wasn’t sure what to do about Reyna, and she was scared to go back to trying to get Reyna’s obedience. That smile. That damn easiness.

“Maria?” asked Lorelei, her tone stronger.

“Yes,” whispered Maria. Her eyes stayed glued to the floor.

Lorelei went back to her closet and grabbed a simple paddle. She shouldn’t need to rush this. She approached Maria and grabbed the girl’s chin. She was in her early twenties, but she looked so young to Lorelei, so fragile. Maria met her gaze. Lorelei gave her a comforting smile.

“When you speak to me, be clear. Not loud, but I need to know you hear me and understand? Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Maria.

“Call me Lady Lorelei at all times.”

“Yes, Lady Lorelei.”

Lorelei leaned in and kissed Maria. She held back at first but quickly gave into it. As Lorelei pulled away, Maria whimpered and tried to follow, but Lorelei held her back with her finger on her lips.

“No,” she said clearly. “Do exactly what I tell you and nothing else. If you don’t obey,” Lorelei held up the paddle, “I will spank you. You may think this is kinky, but it will hurt. Okay?”

“Yes, Lady Lorelei.”

For the next twenty minutes, they went through Lorelei’s basic training. Maria came when called. She knelt when told. She spread her legs on command. Maria obeyed immediately and never forgot to add “Lady Lorelei” to a sentence. She was a natural submissive. Lorelei made sure to create odd or difficult tasks for an excuse to paddle Maria. Maria needed to see that Lorelei was serious and the consequences were real.

But really, she did it so that Reyna could see she meant what she said.

In fact, it was Reyna that disrupted Lorelei’s flow. Lorelei was teaching Maria how to to dress and undress her. She had a complicated corset and garter. Half of it was to inhibit subs from being too eager, but she liked that people had to earn her nudity. It was also a handy lesson in obedience. It took diligence, patience, and submission to see Lady Lorelei nude. That was how it should be.

“Do you know Adrienne Chambers?” said Reyna while Maria worked at a strap.

Lorelei stopped and turned to look at Reyna.

“Who?”

“What about Melissa Karn?”

Lorelei felt a shiver run through her. Maria moved to unbuckle a strap, but she slapped the girl’s hand away. Had Reyna found her client list? No. That’s impossible. She kept that confidential. She had to. Jesus, if someone found out about the congresswoman, that’d be …

Is that what this is about?

Lorelei pushed Maria away from her. “Where did you get my client list?”

“So you do know them?” Reyna smiled. Fuck that smile.

“Where did you get my client list?”

“Some of my girls seem to find their way to you.” Reyna stood up from the throne, stooped to pick up her blouse, and put it on as she approached Lorelei. Lorelei’s grip tightened around the paddle in her hand. She would fight if she needed to.

“At first it was just one or two,” said Reyna. She finished putting her blouse on, left all the buttons undone, and pulled Maria’s elbow, forcing the small woman away from Lorelei. “But then it was three or four. I think you’re up to five now. That’s quite the coincidence.”

Reyna turned to Maria, “put your coat on.” Maria obeyed silently, and Reyna turned back to Lorelei. “So, I wonder: do you know about me?”

“What?”

“Do you know what I am?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you need to tell me how you have my client list. Who else has it?”

“I don’t have your client list. They came to me. They told me all about it. All my girls come home eventually, but I was so curious to see so many stray to you.” Lorelei was distracted by Reyna’s eyes. The amber of them seemed to glow softly, giving her an eerie look that strangely calmed Lorelei. Reyna reached out to brush a strand of Lorelei’s hair. Lorelei was surprised to find herself allowing it, not even flinching at Reyna’s touch. Her skin was warm. Soft.

“Have you heard of me? Do they talk of Reyna?”

Lorelei shook her head.

“So you don’t have something against me? This isn’t some scheme?”

Lorelei shook her head again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Lorelei. “I’m sorry.”

And she was. She was sorry. Looking into Reyna’s eyes, she wanted to give Reyna the answers she needed. She wanted to answer all of Reyna’s questions wholeheartedly, truthfully.

“I know you’re sorry. It’s not your fault that you play with my toys. You don’t know whose property you’re touching. Do you?”

Lorelei shook her head. Tears filled her eyes. How could she be so stupid? So heartless? She shouldn’t play with other people’s things. She shouldn’t touch what didn’t belong to her. She should be a good girl. She should look into the light. As long as she looked into the glowing yellow light, that holy amber, everything would be fine. She could be a good girl. She could make amends.

Lorelei stepped away from Reyna and Maria, almost a flinch. Lorelei took in Reyna again. No longer a simple woman, no longer a woman at all. She stood in glory, her eyes alight with truth and lust. Her blouse spread without shame or seduction. She was sex and power. She was pure and unrelenting. What had Lorelei done to encounter an angel like this?

Reyna smiled. That perfect smile, and Lorelei smiled with her. She knew without looking that Maria smiled with them. When Reyna smiled, everyone smiled.

“I’m not here to punish you,” cooed Reyna. Lorelei felt relief crash into her. Her knees and shoulders sagged. “I’m not mad at you.” Good. Lorelei glowed. “You didn’t know your place. You can’t be blamed for that.”

Reyna stepped forward and rubbed Lorelei’s bare shoulder, like a sister. No, like a mother. Reyna’s face was that of condescension mixed with pity. She felt bad for Lorelei. She was embarrassed for Lorelei.

“I want the answer to a question, dear,” said Reyna. She stepped closer to Lorelei. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m curious. It’s been so long since I found a goddess, that I wonder if perhaps I’m alone now in the world. Maybe there are none left.”

Reyna’s lips were inches away from Lorelei’s. Lorelei dared to hope for a kiss, but she could not pull away from Reyna’s eyes. They were beacons, blazing points of light and truth hovering in front of Lorelei, consuming all of Lorelei’s concentration. She could not look away. Everything was light. There was nothing that wasn’t touched by truth, touched by Reyna. She is and was the Fountain of Facthood, the basest reality upon which all realities are built.

“Are you a goddess, Lorelei? Or are you another slut wearing latex and lace, preying upon my sluts? Are you a slut in disguise? Or are you like me?”

The question loomed before Lorelei. She blinked, and behind her eyelids she could see the question, emblazoned in amber. She could not escape it. She couldn’t control Reyna, that much was true. But did that make her a slut? If you couldn’t tame an angel, did that make you weak? Lorelei leaned into the question, trying to imagine taming the elegant woman. How would she break her? Would it be like breaking a waterfall? Bending it to your will? No. Lorelei felt the undertow of Reyna pull her in, threaten to drown her. It wasn’t like bending a waterfall. It was like bending the ocean. Reyna was larger than Lorelei. She was larger than anything Lorelei had ever seen. The sky? Reyna was like every point of light, not the sun itself, but the light that allows us to the see the sun. In Reyna was no shadow. In Reyna was no dissembling or hiding.

No, Lorelei could not break Reyna. Reyna was nothing like Maria or Melissa or Adrienne. She was beyond them. Not less human, but more human. She didn’t need Lorelei. She may want Lorelei, but she didn’t need her at all. She could walk out of this room without her answer, and it wouldn’t bother her at all. Lorelei had no influence over Reyna whatsoever.

Did that make Lorelei a slut though? Did that make her weak? She couldn’t drink the ocean, but that didn’t make her inept. She could turn to Maria and break her right now. She broke Melissa and most of the other girls. She broke strong women. She wasn’t a slut. She didn’t need them. She wasn’t desperate or horny. She wasn’t a slut. She wasn’t anything close to a slut.

Which was she? The answer was in Reyna’s eyes. It was in Reyna. Lorelei needed Reyna. She needed to be inside of Reyna. There, and only there, would she find her answers.

As the light faded from her eyes, Lorelei knew what she needed to do. She slowly lowered herself to her knees. She bowed her head, looking at the floor, and waited.

Her heart shook her chest as she listened to the click of Reyna’s heels as she circled around Lorelei, watching her.

“Is that an answer?” asked Reyna.

“Compared to you, I’m no goddess.”

A strange sound fluttered through the room. Lorelei lifted her head to see Reyna giggling. “No,” she said, her giggle breaking out into laughter. “You’re nothing compared to me.”

Reyna calmed herself and straightened up. “But that’s not fair,” she said. “The question wasn’t if you were my equal. The question was if you were a goddess or a slut. That’s what I need to know. You can be a goddess and not be me. Goddess is an incomplete word for what I am, but it’s the best you’ll get to understanding.”

“You’re like light,” whispered Lorelei. “By you, we can truly see.”

Reyna crossed in front of Lorelei and bent down. She grabbed Lorelei’s chin and lifted it. “That’s exactly right,” said Reyna. Her face was calm, serene. From it, Lorelei felt such love and acceptance. Lorelei had done something right. Reyna was proud of her.

Her Light knelt in and kissed Lorelei, holding her chin. Lorelei kissed back, eager to give everything she had to this woman, this angel, this incarnation of light and love and power. Lorelei felt her body relax, her face flush, and thighs warm. In her past, women turned her on. They made her wet. They helped her cum. But this, this was something desperate. This wasn’t a delicious meal, it was the first meal after days of starving. This was life and hunger and lust and Lorelei just wanted more. She wanted more more more.

Reyna pulled away, and Lorelei whimpered. She didn’t want it to end.

“Yes, pet?” asked Reyna.

“I want more,” whined Lorelei. “I want …” Lorelei bit her lip. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn’t lie to Reyna. No one could hide from her. “I want to serve.”

“Of course you do.” Reyna smiled like she was talking to a small child. “Everyone does.” Reyna stood and motioned to Maria. Lorelei heard the sound of Maria’s jacket falling off her. “Come,” said Reyna and Lorelei listened to her walk away.

Lorelei lifted her head. Reyna crossed the room to her throne. She turned, and stared at Lorelei. Maria came to her and unbuckled Reyna’s heels. She then peeled Reyna’s jeans off her beautiful body. Lorelei licked her lips. Maria reached for Reyna’s red lace panties, but Reyna shook her off. She peeled them down herselves. Maria sat attentively on her knees while Reyna sat on Lorelei’s throne.

“Come,” said Reyna. “Serve.”

Lorelei moved to stand, but Reyna held up her hand. “Crawl.”

Lorelei blushed but obeyed. As she crawled on her hands and knees, she felt pathetic. She felt soft and desperate. She felt hot and wet. For any other woman, she’d be ashamed. But now, it felt right. Reyna wasn’t someone to be broken or resisted. Reyna was beyond Lorelei, and in the face of that, the only logical thing to do was serve.

At Reyna’s feet, Lorelei served. She kissed them. She wanted to run her tongue over the length of them, between the toes, but Reyna stopped her. That was too far. Instead, Lorelei kissed each inch carefully and slowly. She sucked lightly on Reyna’s toes, each one painted a delicate soft pink.

Maria crawled behind Lorelei and coached her. She told her how Reyna liked things. She ran her hands over Lorelei’s thighs. And once Lorelei was lost in the throes of worship, Maria worked to undress Lorelei, carefully applying everything she learned in the session prior. When Lorelei was naked, Reyna told her to stop worshipping.

“You may lick me, just once. This will be your first and last taste. You understand?”

Lorelei nodded. Her eyes fixated on Reyna’s shaved pussy. She would have it. She must have it. She’d do whatever it took to have it.

“Then you will be mine.”

Lorelei nodded and hesitated. She was nothing like Reyna. She was a drop, and Reyna was the ocean. But to be hers? Is that what she wanted?

Lorelei felt pressure on the back of her head. Maria guided her mouth to Reyna’s pussy. Lorelei did not resist. She did not try to fight back. She submitted and licked her lips. At least, to serve would be heaven.

As Lorelei licked Reyna’s pussy, her vision flashed white as pleasure wracked her body. She shook, her body surprising her with orgasm after orgasm. She fell to the floor and forget everything. She forget Maria, holding her while she quivered. She forget Reyna, standing and leaving them there. She forgot Reyna’s phone call to a mysterious person named Hector. She forgot her resistance and even the idea of resistance. She only knew the pleasure.

And its name was Reyna.

Lorelei woke up in the parlor of an elaborate manor. It was rich, wooden, and dark. There was a fire roaring to her right, and the chair she sat in was soft and comforting. She lay there, naked, wondering where she was. Had Reyna drugged her? Was it a dream? Was this a dream?

She sat up and looked around. Across from her, on a loveseat matching Lorelei’s chair, was Maria. She was dressed in a maid’s outfit. She beamed when she saw Lorelei was awake.

“You’re up!” She sang.

Lorelei nodded. “Where am I?” She whispered. Maria’s casualness did not put Lorelei at ease. Instead, she was on alert. This was wrong. Something was off. She did not feel safe.

“Reyna’s estate. She’ll be in shortly.”

Lorelei nodded. She sat up and quickly grabbed the chair around her. Her body ached, like she’d worked out previously. Engaging her muscles left her sore and weary, so she sagged back into the chair.

“It happens that way sometimes,” said Maria. “You’ll feel fine in a moment.”

“What happens —”

Lorelei stopped as a tall, dark-skinned Sudanese man appeared in the room. He was in a business suit. All his features were long and dark, but he smiled as he came in, revealing gold teeth. Lorelei disliked him immediately.

“Ah, Hector,” said Maria. She sat up as he came in. “You can set up next to her. Here. Let me help you.”

Maria made space for Hector as he unpacked a suitcase. Lorelei wanted to move away from him, to at least sink to the far side of her seat, but her body hurt too much. Hector glanced at her occasionally and smiled. Was it her nudity he liked? What was going on?

“Oh, don’t worry,” said Maria, smiling. “Hector here works for Reyna. He’ll be taking care of you.”

“Taking care of me how?”

“Reyna will be in shortly.”

Hector stepped away, and Lorelei relaxed. As Maria stepped away, Lorelei grabbed the girl’s hand. “What is she?” she asked. There was desperation in her voice. Whatever was ruling her mind in the dungeon was gone now. Lorelei was in a strange place with strangers and a woman of unknown and perhaps immeasurable power. She was not safe.

“That’s hard to say. What is beauty? What is love? She is like that.” Maria shrugged casually as though she were remarking on her favorite film.

“Like truth,” mumbled Lorelei.

“Truth itself,” said Maria with a smile. “She cannot lie.”

Lorelei shivered at the thought. Nothing Reyna had said to her was false. Did that mean Reyna had the answer to her own question? Slut or goddess? She knew what Lorelei was? Would she tell her?

“Is …” Lorelei looked over at Hector, “is he like her?”

Maria looked back and forth from Hector and Lorelei. “Who? Hector?” She laughed. “Oh, goddess, no. He’s just a tattoo artist. Nothing special about him except the words Reyna gives him.” Maria’s face grew serious. “Reyna is the only special thing here at all. Everything would be unremarkable if it weren’t for her.”

Lorelei started to say something, but Reyna entered. She was in a short red dress. It had a neckline that plunged past her breasts to her navel, with a simple choker built into it at the throat. It was short, dangerously slow, and Lorelei found herself looking to see if Reyna was wearing panties. She strained to see but was too sore to sit up. Reyna’s hair was in a bun, with slight dangles at the ears. Her heels were golden, with straps going up her calves. Once again, she was regal and effortless simultaneously. She was unlike anything Lorelei had ever seen before.

And despite her fear, despite her panic and paranoia, despite her new situation and strange company, despite the blackout and the new surroundings, Lorelei felt herself relax. She felt herself grow wet. She felt her mouth water.

Reyna sat across from Lorelei in the love seat. Lorelei forced herself to sit up. Reyna was wearing panties: black and simple.

“You’ve met Hector?” asked Reyna.

Lorelei nodded.

“I’m going to give you a tattoo.”

“What is it?” asked Lorelei.

“The answer to our question.”

“Our question?”

“Every human asks if they are predator or prey. I ask it first, but inevitably, it haunts all of your kind. It rules all of your decisions. It manifests in lust most obviously, but also in ambition, ego, power. Each transaction is a moment of servanthood or dominance. You’ve been wondering for too long which you are. Now I know.”

“You know?” Lorelei’s mouth was dry.

“Yes.”

Lorelei waited for Reyna to say more, but she sat still. Beside her, Lorelei heard Hector setting up his tools. There was a loud buzzing, the sound of the tattoo machine. Reyna watched Lorelei and not Hector. Lorelei watched Reyna and waited. What was the answer?

But Reyna was stone. She did not yield or give up the truth.

“You won’t tell me,” said Lorelei.

“You’ll see shortly. Hector will make it clear to you. Are you ready?”

Hector grunted something. Lorelei nodded. It was time.

“Would you like to be bound? You must be still.”

Lorelei nodded. Immediately, Maria began cuffing and strapping Lorelei to the chair. Lorelei couldn’t see how Maria did it; she refused to take her eyes away from the sweet amber of Reyna’s eyes. When she tested the restraints, they were tight. She could shift her hips, but Maria quickly took care of that, applying straps over her thighs, over her breasts, and across her hips. Maria was immobilized, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was keeping her eyes on the light, on Reyna.

“You want to know the answer?” asked Reyna as Maria strapped Lorelei’s legs, keeping them apart. Lorelei knew her pussy was wet and exposed to a room of strangers, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was keeping her eyes on Reyna.

“Yes, please,” begged Lorelei.

“Begin Hector.”

The buzzing drew nearer and a sharp pain stabbed Lorelei underneath her right breast, on her rib cage. She winced. Hector pressed a hand with long fingers against her chest, holding her still and back while he tattooed her.

Reyna smiled at the pain in Lorelei’s face. The damn, perfect, beautiful smile.

“Look at me. Look into me,” cooed Reyna.

Lorelei stared into the light.

“You are not like other women.”

“I am not like other women,” repeated Lorelei.

“You are better than them.”

“I am better than tham.”

“You are better than the sluts that surround you.”

There was no mirth in Reyna’s voice. She was speaking facts, as simply as saying 2+2=4. Reyna wasn’t being persuasive. She was stating the obvious. She was speaking truth.

“I am better than the sluts that surround me,” repeated Lorelei.

As they spoke, Lorelei lost feeling on her rib cage, where Hector was working. She lost the sensation of the chair and the room around them. She only knew three things: sluts should serve her, she should serve Reyna, and there was a slut in the room.

Maria’s body heat called to Lorelei. She could smell the girl, her lust, her need to be controlled and put in her place. It radiated off like ripples in a pool of desire. They were searching for someone to take her in, to own her, to dominate her. It was the scent of a slut, and sluts should serve Lorelei. Maria should serve Lorelei.

“They want to serve you,” promised Reyna.

“They want to serve me.”

“You deserve to be served.”

“I deserve to be served.”

Hector lifted the tattoo machine, and Lorelei took the chance to flex. The soreness was in her body. She tried against the restraints and felt she could break them. She didn’t need to be restrained. She was in control of her body. She would stay still if she needed to. She was strong.

“Maria should serve me,” said Lorelei.

“Maria is a slut,” said Reyna with a nod.

“All sluts should serve me,” said Lorelei.

“Why?” asked Reyna, though the question was rhetorical.

“Because I am better than them.”

“Yes.” Reyna smiled. It was predatory, hungry, and pleased.

“Because I am stronger than them.”

Hector got back to work. Lorelei didn’t feel it.

“Yes,” encouraged Reyna.

“Because they need to be controlled.”

“Yes.”

“They need to be controlled by someone strong,” said Lorelei. She was entranced, enraptured. She was a prophetess, a preacher, in the throes of some greater spirit.

“Yes.”

“Someone like me. Like you.”

“Yes.”

Reyna stood. She crossed the room and loomed over Lorelei. She smiled, and slowly undid the restraints. Lorelei smiled back. Reyna was unleashing her, freeing her to take what she wanted. She would take, she would have. Sluts like Maria belonged to her.

Once free, Lorelei kept still as Hector worked. Reyna bent down and kissed her, but it did not ignite Lorelei’s lust. Lorelei knew what she needed. She needed a slut to worship her as she worshipped Reyna.

“Give me Maria,” she asked.

“Forever?” Reyna cocked her head, amused by the question.

Lorelei released she had stepped too far. “For now. To serve me. I need someone to serve me.”

“You cannot take from me,” Reyna commanded. “Not ever.”

“Never. Please, just please, let her serve me now.”

“You deserve to be served,” said Reyna, her voice husky.

“Yes.”

“Maria deserves to serve.”

“Yes.”

“All she wants to do is serve,” said Reyna.

“Yes,” breathed Lorelei. She had to control her breathing, she couldn’t disturb Hector, but she wanted to pant in heat.

“All sluts want to do is serve.”

“Yes.”

Reyna’s eyes glowed brighter. “All sluts should serve you.”

“Yes,” moaned Lorelei.

“And you serve me,” said Reyna.

Lorelei nodded eagerly, biting her lip.

“I am your goddess.”

“Yes.”

“I will give you strength, and in exchange, you will give me treasures.”

“Yes,” moaned Lorelei.

“No more of my prizes will end up in your care. They will come back to me.”

“Yes.”

“You will serve Truth.”

“Yes.”

“What is the Truth?” asked Reyna. She brushed the side of Lorelei’s head. Lorelei whimpered with delight. The goddess was touching her.

“Sluts deserved to be controlled by goddesses.”

“Sluts need to be controlled by goddesses,” corrected Reyna.

“Sluts need to be controlled by goddesses.”

“And who are the sluts?” asked Reyna.

“Everyone.”

“Yes,” said Reyna. “Almost everyone. The world is filled with sluts and there are so few goddesses to control them.”

“Yes,” panted Lorelei.

“You are one of them.”

“Yes.”

“You are a goddess, Lorelei.”

“Yes.”

“Take control,” commanded Reyna.

Lorelei smiled. She looked to Maria. She was hungry, and Maria looked delicious.

“Come here, slut.” Lorelei said it with ease and poise. Maria knew she was a slut. She wasn’t a dog. She was a human, but most humans are sluts. They don’t need to be forced to serve; they need permission to serve.

Maria obeyed. Of course she did. She stood in front of Lorelei and sank to her knees. She started to lean forward, she was eager to serve, but Lorelei stopped her.

“Goddess,” asked Lorelei, “may your slut serve me?”

“Yes, Lorelei. You may control her.”

Without hesitation, Lorelei grabbed the back of Maria’s head with one hand, laced fingers through locks of hair, and brought Maria’s lips to her pussy. Maria wanted to lick immediately, but Lorelei restrained her.

“Beg,” ordered Lorelei.

“Please,” whimpered Maria. “Please let me lick you.”

“Strip.”

Maria stood up quickly, but Lorelei didn’t let go of her hair. Bent over, Maria did her best to strip off her clothes. She struggled, but Lorelei held tight while Hector kept working on her rib. She held still like a stone in order to not disturb the tattoo. Maria struggled to take her top off, but Lorelei didn’t yield. Maria could rip it off if she had to. Maria tried to pull away, but Lorelei yanked harder. She brought Maria close, released the girl’s hair for a moment, and slapped her hard.

Maria moaned and held her face.

Lorelei and Reyna smirked at the same time.

“You like that, slut?” asked Lorelei.

“Yes, Lady Lorelei.”

“Good. Get naked, on your knees, and lick my pussy. If you’re good, I’ll give you more.”

Maria whimpered and obeyed. She fell to her knees quickly. Lorelei grabbed the back of her head again.

“Slowly,” she commanded.

Maria’s tongue went in deep, but the strokes were slow. She didn’t stop at the clit but gave long strokes over Lorelei’s lips. With each one, Lorelei suppressed a shiver. She dare not mess up the tattoo.

She wanted to take her time, to own Maria slowly, but her lust drove her past the point of reason. She wanted to cum. She could use Maria again later. She could use Maria whenever she wanted. Maria needed to be used; she would beg Lorelei for permission to serve.

“Hold out your tongue,” commanded Lorelei.

Maria obeyed.

“Hold it firm. Stay still.”

Lorelei grabbed the back of Maria’s head and used the slut like a vibrator, a dildo, a toy. She guided each of Maria’s strokes. She kept the slut’s tongue near her clit. Maria whimpered with each stroke, but she was a good girl. She kept her tongue strong and out.

Lorelei wanted to buck her hips, to shake and moan with pleasure, but Hector was still working. Instead, she maintained control. She kept Maria’s hair balled in her grasp and shook the girl’s head. Maria was a vibrator now, a tool in Lorelei’s hand. Lorelei gasped with pleasure, and Reyna smiled. That beautiful, satisfied smile of the truth fulfilled.

Lorelei kept her eyes on Reyna, and the light filled her. She shook the slut’s head, her pretty mouth only useful as a sex toy now, and felt herself draw closer to the abyss of orgasm.

Hector pulled away, and Lorelei sighed with relief. Immediately, she humped Maria’s face with abandon. She would cum. She deserved to cum. Sluts needed to make her cum.

Reyna laughed. It was pure delight. She stepped away and grabbed a small mirror. She held it up for Lorelei to see.

Lorelei saw herself, beautiful and regal, owning every cell of Maria’s. She was sprawled out over the chair, comfortable and composed. With each thrust of her hips, she felt herself grow in power, in strength. She felt Maria shrink. She was a slut. She belonged on her knees. She wanted to be on her knees. She wanted to serve. All sluts want to serve. All sluts need to serve. Maria needed her face ridden by pussy like she needed water. Lorelei was water. Her control was water. It was what they needed, what they craved.

Lorelei saw Hector’s work. On her rib, below her right breast, was the word ‘goddess’ in gold ink and calligraphy. It was slightly red and puffy, but Lorelei loved it instantly. Yes. She was a goddess. Reyna spoke it as truth and it was true.

She looked down at her slut. “Make me cum, slut,” she hissed. Maria shook her head. Lorelei thrust her pussy deeper and deeper into Maria’s face. She looked back up at the mirror, into her own eyes, and saw a flicker of amber.

She smiled and came.