The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Heather looked at the card between her fingers. AR Properties, the A and R in an ornate monogram, and then a phone number underneath, nothing else. She’d never heard of them, not seen their signs up on any properties around town, but frankly, she was desperate enough for a new place that she didn’t care. Getting the card had been embarrassing. She hadn’t meant to burst into tears at the estate agent’s desk on hearing that all three flats she’d been interested in had already been let before she could even see them, but it had happened, and it sparked her to look in her desk before handing the card over to Heather.

“They’re somewhat unconventional, but they might be right for you. Give them my name when you’re asked who referred you.”

Heather had no idea what good it might do, but right now she was just desperate for any sort of apartment that was even moderately habitable. She’d been so happy for Caroline when she told her that Pete was going to be moving in, and happy for herself too, seeing this as the universe’s way of telling her she finally needed to get a place of her own, but now the three of them had been cohabiting for a month and even though she was packed and ready to go, she still had nowhere to go to and all their nerves were getting strained. She’d try this AR Properties as her last shot, and if nothing came of it, then she’d give up on the dream of a place of her own for now and dive into the flatshare listings.

It rang once, twice, three times and just as she was preparing her message for voicemail, answered by a woman’s voice, clear and businesslike.

“AR Properties. How can I help you?”

“Oh, hello. I was given your card. I’m looking for a flat—”

“Of course you are. Who referred you, please?”

“The card? It was Jane at Colliers. Jane Kilman?”

“Thank you. And you’re looking for an apartment. Just for you?”

“Yes, I—”

“Please hold for a moment.”

There was a click and for a second, Heather thought she’d been disconnected, rejected for some imperceptible reason. Then music started playing, something soft and classical, sounding very clear even over the phone, flowing with a gently pulsing rhythm to it, and almost electronic undertone to the conventional strings. She listened to it, enjoying the melody of it, and the way it looped back on itself, almost but not quite repeating until it gently faded down but not completely away, lingering in the background as the woman’s voice returned.

“I do have some properties available that would be suitable for a single woman. Would you be interested in knowing more about the process?”

“Yes—Yes I would.” Process was an unusual word, Heather thought, but maybe it was just an application process, or some complicated rental agreement. She was too excited by the idea that they might have properties available that she didn’t stop to think too much about it, especially as she could still hear the soft loops of the music in the background as the woman talked.

“AR Properties specialises in discreet rentals of property that the owners do not wish to place on the open market but are willing to rent, on a short or long term basis, to tenants who have passed our vetting process. Our clients are often more concerned with keeping a property occupied and maintained than they are about income, so once someone has been approved and learned the rules and their role as a tenant, they can often live in high-quality properties but relatively low rent. Does this interest you?”

“Oh yes, definitely.”

“Good. What’s your name?”

“Heather. Heather Wilson.”

“Are you free to begin the process now, Miss Wilson? The first part is a telephone interview about yourself, and if you’re successful in that, then you can come to the office ASAP to complete the second part after which we’ll be able to show you suitable apartments.”

“Yes I am.”

“Good, are you in private? The questions include some details you might not want to disclose in public. Financial information, mostly.”

“Yes, I’m at home. My flatmates are out.”

“Good, we can begin shortly. I’ll put you on hold for a little while, then we can begin. I suggest you get comfortable, there will be a few questions so sit down or lie on the couch or your bed.”

The music returned to the fore, faded up from the background it had been resting in during the short conversation. Heather liked it, finding the patterns in it interesting, the way they looped around each other, the steady rhythm flowing behind it.

Comfortable floated through her mind. Yes, get comfortable. She was still dressed for work and the blouse and fitted trousers she was wearing wouldn’t be comfortable, especially if she was lying down. Lie on the bed? Why not? She thought, switching the phone to speaker, letting the soft, looping music fill the room as she removed her work outfit, her bra going too as she slipped into a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, then lay out on her bed, the phone beside her still playing the music, her fingers lightly tapping her thigh in time with the steady rhythm, her lips mouthing the melody as it looped around and around.

The music faded ever so slightly, making space for the woman’s voice to return.

“Are you comfortable, Miss Wilson?”

“Yes.”

“It’s important to be comfortable. Important to relax. You agree, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Comfort was very important to her, she knew that. The bed was soft, her body was relaxed as it lay on it.

“Very good. Relax and be comfortable. Listen to the music, focus on my voice.”

Heather closed her eyes, the circles of the music flowing through her mind, the soft pulses of the rhythm behind it echoing through her, matching her steady heartbeat.

“Good, you’re dong very well. Relax into the music, relax into my voice, relax into my truth, open yourself to the music, open your mind to my voice, open your mind to my truth…”

Heather woke early the next morning, feeling refreshed by a good night’s sleep and confident of a good day ahead. As she sat up in bed she saw her blue dress hanging on the wardrobe and was confused for a moment bout why it was there, until the conversation she’d had last night spilled back into her mind. Amanda Roberts—the AR in AR Properties had been wonderfully friendly when she’d called, and Heather had sailed through the phone interview easily. The next stage was a meeting at Amanda’s office later that morning and then hopefully a visit to one or more of the apartments on her books. Amanda had mentioned that he clients liked to rent to women who were professional and confident, and this was definitely her confidence dress. It was the one that fitted her perfectly, but cost too much to wear to work every day, instead usually living in a dry-cleaning bag waiting to be brought out for the most important meetings. Today, she wanted to be sure she would impress Amanda Roberts, already thinking of the two-bed apartment she’d described to Heather last night, the rent somehow less than she was paying for this cramped flatshare.

She had a quick breakfast of coffee and toast, smiling at Caroline and Pete as they left, telling them she had a lead on a place and might get her move sorted today, then went into the bathroom for a shower, making sure to fully shave before she dried herself off, brushed and straightened her long brunette hair, applied her makeup then slipped into the dress and a pair of heels, not even noticing she hadn’t put anything on beneath it as she stood at the door, taking a picture of herself on her phone and sending it, then looking at the screen as she waited.

As 9.29 turned into 9.30, it chirped with a message from Amanda.

Good. The car is waiting outside. You may leave now.

Heather smiled, deleting the message as she slipped the phone into her handbag and headed outside.

The car brought her to a small modern office building, all glass and chrome. She stepped inside, wondering where she would find AR Properties, then her attention was caught by a woman standing and waiting a little way inside the building. She wore a thin fitted leather jacket in a deep blood red over a tight black wrap dress that hid and teased the tall slim body underneath. Her lips were the same red as the jacket, her hair as dark as the dress, styled in an asymmetric long bob that accentuated sharp cheek bones and rich hazel eyes.

“Good morning, Miss Wilson.” She said, and Heather recognised the voice immediately as Amanda Roberts, remembering the long conversation they had had the night before. It was a voice she felt like she’d known forever, one that ran right through her. “If you’ll follow me to my office please.” She turned in the manner of someone used to being obeyed and Heather dutifully followed her up the stairs, watching the easy movements of her hips, the click as the heel of her boots hit the tiled floor until they were inside an office and Amanda was closing the door behind them. As it closed, Heather heard music rise, the soft loops and pulsing rhythms that had captivated her the night before returning. She stood still as she listened, waiting.

She watched as Amanda stood in front of her, looking her up and down, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Suggestibility, submission and compliance all high from initial exposure. Very promising. Take a seat and relax, Miss Wilson.”

Automatically, Heather did as she was told, sitting in the soft chair by the desk, leaning back into it as Amanda walked around the desk, taking her place behind it, tapping at her keyboard and then turning the blank screen around to face Heather.

“Eyes open wide, Miss Wilson. Watch the screen carefully.”

She tapped a button. The screen came to life. Heather watched.

“…well, I think you’re a perfect potential tenant, you’ve passed the credit check and I do have a couple of properties available right now, if you’re free to see them?” Amanda asked, smiling expectantly.

“What?” Heather said. “Oh, I’m sorry, I was miles away for a moment. What time is it?”

“Oh, just after twelve. Don’t worry, I know the interview process is quite long, but my clients insist on knowing their potential tenants very well, there’s a lot of trust needed.”

Yes, Heather thought, there had been a lot of questions, so many she couldn’t remember much about them only that she’d had to talk a lot. She’d passed, that was the key. But after twelve? Didn’t she have to go to -

An image floated into her mind, the email she’d sent last night telling work she was taking a flex day today. Yes, she’d done it while she was kneeling naked on the floor, listening to Amanda’s voice... She shook her head, dismissing the thought, remembering that she’d done it after the phone call, perfectly normally.

“Yes, that makes sense. I have the rest of the day off, I’d love to see them.”

“Excellent, we’ll take my car. She clicked a few keys, turning off the computer, then stood and walked around the desk, offering a hand to help Heather out of the soft low chair she was leaned back in. Heather stood, then slipped her arm through Amanda’s, letting the woman lead her from the office and down to the car park, smiling as Amanda opened the door of her Range Rover for her to step in, settling back and passively watching the city pass by as they drove.

Soon they were passing through a set of gates, into what looked like it had once been the courtyard of a factory, but was now a car park, a few expensive vehicles on a well-maintained surface, the old brick of the building cleaned and almost gleaming, glass balconies displayed from many of the walls. Amanda parked the car, then stepped out, moving round to open the door and help Heather out.

“Fully awake for this, Miss Wilson.”

Heather was stunned as she looked around at the apartment complex, sure that Amanda had brought them to the wrong place. There was no way she could afford to live in a place like this, surely.

“This is…I mean, how could I?”

“Don’t worry, this is entirely within your budget. Come and see.” She gestured Heather into the reception where a neatly dressed concierge sat behind the desk. “Potential new tenant for number twenty four.”

This generated a nod from behind the desk, buttons to be pressed, and a glass-doored elevator at the end of the reception area to open. Heather found it hard not to stare at everything in shock as they walked to it, then let it take them smoothly upwards to the top floor, opening onto a wide corridor with a door on either side. Amanda gestured to the one on the left-hand side, drawing a set of keys from her jacket to open it.

Heather was stunned when she stepped through the door into the apartment. It was perfect, the old brick walls and large windows of the factory it had once been giving it fantastic space and warmth. The heart of it was an open plan living area with a spacious modern kitchen just off it, doorways at the side of it leading to two spacious bedrooms, each with an adjoining bathroom. It was the sort of place she glanced at in the property pages of the newspaper before resuming the search for somewhere smaller and cheaper. Amanda was in no hurry as she guided Heather around the property, deepening her appetite for it but increasing her certainty that she’d never be able to afford it.

“…and it comes furnished, as you can see, but that can be put into storage if you have furniture of your own you’d rather use. Now, are you interested, or shall I take you to the next property?”

“The next property?” What could be better than this? “I love this, but surely I can’t afford it.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can, my dear.” Amanda said with a smile, writing a number on her notepad and handing it to her. It was less than Heather was paying now.

“Is this per week?” She asked, trying to explain it.

“No, per month. I know, it’s very cheap, but also very exclusive. My clients look on their properties as long-term investments bringing them a number of intangible benefits, they’re not really interested in making a living from renting, that just ensures that my bills and theirs are covered.”

“I’ll take it.” Heather said, not wanting to talk herself out of it, ready to take the chance she’d bene given.

“Good.” Amanda said. “And no point in waiting around. I thought you might like this, so I took the liberty of bringing the contracts with me if you want to look them over and sign them now. Once that’s done, you can move in whenever you’re ready.”

“I’d like that.” Heather said. She stood and watched as Amanda looked through her bag, pulling out two slim folders. Taking a seat on the couch, the large square coffee table right in front of her, she opened each folder in turn, placing it down on the other side of the table, then laying a pen in between them. There was no seat on that side of the table, and Heather turned to move on the chairs from the side of the room for her to sit on.

“Relax, Miss Wilson. You remember how a girl presents herself for her contract.”

She stopped. Of course, the knowledge was there. Surely it had always been there. She turned to face Amanda, unbuttoning and unzipping the dress and slipping out of it. She felt the cool air of the apartment directly on her skin and remembered that she wasn’t wearing underwear and was naked now the dress was gone. Of course she wasn’t wearing any, she hadn’t been told to wear any, just the dress, it was nothing to concern herself with. She walked to the table, carefully lowering herself to her knees, back straight and her hands neatly in her lap.

“Good, you’re coming along very well. We’ll be able to commence integration soon. Read the contracts, and sign both copies in each folder.”

She started with the one on the left, the tenancy agreement for the apartment. The formal legal language in it was dull, but she noted that she was granted the property for a year, with the possibility of extension if she hadn’t found a permanent position by that point. Her tenancy would require her to follow rules as laid down by AR Properties throughout, as set out in the other document. Amanda spoke as her gaze turned from one document to the other.

“Read them carefully, understand them. Let the music help you.” She pressed something on her phone and the bewildering circles of the music began again, emanating from speakers in the walls of the apartment. She began to read, learning her new role.

“Don’t worry, I’ll call you soon.” Heather said, waving goodbye to Caroline and Pete, their eyes still wide with shock at the size of the apartment she’d moved into. There hadn’t been much to move, but she was glad for their help in getting it to her new place, but she’d turned down Caroline’s offer of help unpacking, insisting that the two of them enjoy their first night alone in their flat, while she relaxed in hers.

Without thinking, she picked up her phone and texted a single world—alone—then placed the phone on the coffee table as she removed the clothes she’d been wearing for the move, throwing them onto the neatly stacked boxes they’d moved in earlier. By the time she was naked, she had a new message.

Programming room for two hours. Then shower. Hair and makeup. Be ready for me at 7pm.

She put the phone down and walked to a door she’d waved off as “just a cleaning closet” earlier when giving Caroline a brief tour. Inside it had been carefully sealed and soundproofed to be pitch black and silent when the door was closed. She pulled the door tight behind her, then lowered herself into the comfortable reclining chair, guiding the headphones to fully cover her ears, then reaching into the blackness to touch the screen, seeing it flash into life as she move it into position, filling her vision. Amanda had shown her what to do at the end of her first visit to the flat, and now the routine was part of her like it always had been.

The music rose in her ears, twisting and turning on itself as a voice spoke over it. “Subconscious programming and personality integration commencing. Length of session?”

“Two hours.” She said, barely noticing that she had spoken. The screen began displaying a series of moving patterns and images, as the music worked itself into her mind. She knew this place. She liked this place. She would happily spend many hours here.

At 7pm she was kneeling naked, facing the door with her head bowed. A key turned in the door, then it opened for someone to step in and close the door behind them. “Look up” came Amanda’s voice and she raised her head seeing her in fitted black leather trousers, a white silk blouse, heels and a loose black jacket. “Good. Well made up and presented. We’ll choose an outfit for you shortly. And awake, Miss Wilson.”

Heather looked at the woman in front of her. Gorgeous, she thought, as she took in Amanda’s outfit, appreciating the way the leather accentuated the curve of her hips, the glimpses of her bust through the silk blouse. Even if she’d never acted on it, she’d always been attracted to women…

Wait. No, she hadn’t, had she? Inside her mind, old and new memories clashed, she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt now, but surely she hadn’t always felt like that, had she? But if she was feeling that now, she realised she must have. Of course she did, she’d felt ashamed about telling anyone about it, but this new apartment would be a new start for her, where she wouldn’t hide what she was.

She realised Amanda was still looking down at her. “I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”

Amanda smiled. “Of course you were. So many thoughts going on in there. So much possibility for what you can become. A new start in a new place, right?”

“Yes.” Heather smiled up at her. Up? Why was she kneeling? Shouldn’t she be standing or sitting or something else? But it was comfortable like this, she realised, and kneeling showed a girl’s true power and position, didn’t it? She worried about where that thought had come from for a brief moment, then realised it was true. If she was comfortable like this, then she’d be like this, it was her decision. “Sorry, lost in my thoughts again.”

“It’s quite alright, dear.” Amanda said. “Integration takes time. It’s easy to use the music to slip commands into a girl’s subconscious and create a mindless obedient drone, but who wants a girlfriend or a wife like that? It takes longer to get the conscious mind to accept and integrate the subconscious commands and make them its own, but by the time it’s done, it’ll be part of your natural thought processes, like it’s always been there. And relax, Miss Wilson, forget what I just told you, then wake up.”

“I’m sorry.” Heather said, “what did you say?”

“I wondered if you’d like a glass of wine while we choose an outfit for you for tonight?”

“Oh yes, thank you. I wasn’t sure what to wear for this place.”

“I can see that.” She smiled, taking a bottle of red from the cupboard, opening it and puring them both a glass.

Heather wondered how she could see that, then remembered she wasn’t wearing anything. There’d been no point putting something on just to change out of it, and the apartment felt better when she was naked. It was good to have her own place where she could be like that, that was one reason for wanting to live alone, and Amanda was cool with it. She’d never even mentioned her enjoyment of nudity to Caroline, because she knew her friend wouldn’t be cool with it. “I haven’t had much chance to unpack yet.”

Amanda was standing by her holding out the glass of wine. “Oh, I’m sure there’ll be something in the closet, let’s go see.” Heather stood up, taking the glass from her, following her into the bedroom. It was still pretty bare, just plain cream sheets on the bed and no decoration or any of her personal objects around the place yet. What was Amanda doing in here? All her things were still in boxes in the living room, surely? Then Amanda opened the door to the closet space and Heather saw there were plenty of clothes in there, several racks of them hanging there, shoes on little shelves below.

“But I, I mean these aren’t, whose are they?” Heather asked, trying to work out what was going on.

“Well, this is your flat, so they must be yours.” Amanda said, pulling a black lacy dress from the closet and holding it up to Heather’s naked body. “Definitely your size.”

“But might things are still all in there, I haven’t unpacked or anything. I don’t understand, what’s going on?” She looked down, seeing herself, realising she was wearing nothing. “Why am I naked? What are you doing to my head?” Panic was rising in her, there was something not right, something wrong with this whole-

“Relax, Miss Wilson. Sit down, breathe slowly, deeply.”

She complied, lowering herself onto the edge of the bed, taking in long deep breaths, watching Amanda take her phone from her pocket, pressing it a few times until the music started again, the familiar loops flowing through the apartment, calming her.

“You’re such a promising subject, but I pushed you just a little bit too far, I think. A bit too big a step to integrate all this at once. Relax and listen to the music, you like it and you love the way it makes you feel, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good, soon you’ll have that feeling all the time, even when you’re awake. You’ll like that, won’t you?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Of course. Now listen to me. The girl who lived here before you, she moved to the country with her wife after they married and she won’t need all these clothes there so she left them behind. Lucky for you, she’s the same size so you can wear them. Now, what are we doing tonight?”

“You’re taking me to a private club near here. It might be useful for me now I’m living here.”

“That’s right. And you’re really excited about it, aren’t you? Not worried about anything, and eager to take the new start with this apartment.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Good. Now, you’ll look great in the red wrap dress that’s in there, and you’ll find matching underwear and shoes too. Go put them on, then we will go.”

Shortly after entering, Heather could see that the club was very upmarket, very private and very female. There was a level of discreet opulence throughout it, the chairs and seats all exquisitely comfortable, the fittings all deep mahogany and rich copper and brass, polished to a deep shine, the staff attentive to the needs of all the guests but not drawing attention to themselves as they did so. A mix between upmarket bar and gentleman’s club, but clearly for women only, several of them pausing to look as she entered on Amanda’s arm.

She’d paused herself as they entered the elevator to ride up to the club, for a moment about to move out of the way and let the glamorous woman inside it out until she realised she was seeing herself in the mirrored wall. The dress fitted her perfectly, accentuating her curves, and letting her long slender legs be glimpsed through the slit as she walked, her hair flowed down over one shoulder while she’d worked a perfect smoky eye look that matched well with the deep red of her lips. She looked sexy and felt confident in herself in a way she hadn’t done in ages. This was her true self, embracing her new start—her new life in her new apartment.

Amanda guided her around, introducing her to several of the women there. Heather enjoyed it, accepting their welcomes and compliments. Amanda was obviously well-connected and something of a matchmaker too, many of the women in couples explaining how they’d met at the club thanks to her. Hearing that gave Heather a little thrill, feeling excitement like she’d been promised a special treat but couldn’t remember when it would come. It would be a surprise, she realised. Love was always a surprise when it arrived.

“And here’s someone you should remember.” Amanda said. “Jane, do you remember recommending me to Heather?”

Heather smiled, seeing the woman who’d given her the AR Properties card so recently. She was in a fitted grey suit, showing off some gorgeous curves with a low-cut shimmering silver top underneath it. She remembered thinking how attractive Jane had looked when she gave her the card, wishing it had beer one with her number on it, and tonight she looked even better.

“Oh, Heather, so nice to see you again. I take it this means Amanda was able to find you a place?”

“Yes, she was. It’s wonderful, and she’s so nice introducing me to this place too.”

“She’s in number twenty-four.” Amanda interrupted. “Sophie’s old place.”

“Oh, how is she? I haven’t spoken to Kirsten since the wedding.” Jane asked.

“She loves it out there. I went to see them last week just to see if she needed any help adjusting, but she’s adapted wonderfully, they’re already planning their first pregnancy.”

“I’ll call her tomorrow, catch up. I think I’m ready for it now, and thanks to the promotion, I can afford it too.”

“Then call me soon, we’ll discuss options.”

Heather didn’t really know who or what they were talking about, but knew she shouldn’t interrupt. Anyway, she was enjoying checking out Jane, and seeing the way the blonde woman’s eyes occasionally flicked over to take her in.

“You look gorgeous, Heather. So different from when you were in my office, but I guess that’s Amanda’s magic. Once she gets a girl in the right place, they just bloom.”

Heather blushed. “Thank you, it wouldn’t have happened without you.”

“We’ll have to have a drink some time to celebrate it. When you become a member here, perhaps.”

“Oh, I don’t think I could afford to be a member some place like this.”

“Don’t worry about that, dear.” Amanda said. “You can come as my guest whenever you want for a while, then when you’re ready, I’m sure we can find someone to sponsor your membership. Jane might even be interested, I think.”

“Definitely.” Jane said. “But enjoy yourself as a guest, Amanda will know when you’re ready for the next step.”

They continued on a slow circuit of the club, Amanda introducing her to others until they were back near where they started in the wide entrance hall. “Relax, Miss Wilson. Pose and smile for them.”

She did as commanded, showing herself, moving slowly as a crowd gathered of some of the club’s women. In the back of her mind she noticed some of the girl were relaxed like her, sitting and looking blankly out as their partners came over to join the small group watching her and Amanda. The staff were the same, paused and paying no attention. As soon as she noticed them, she forgot them.

“Most of you have met her already this evening, but this is the formal presentation. This is Heather, a new subject, she’s just entered programming and integration. She’s a very promising subject, went under straight away on hearing the music for the first time and didn’t even notice half an hour had passed before I spoke to her again. Since then, she’s accepted several sessions of more detailed programming and integration of the submissive lesbian persona into her conscious identity has successfully begun. She’s twenty-seven and has a very dull office job that I’m sure she can be persuaded to give up for the right woman.” There was a small ripple of laughter at that.

“As ever, initial meetings are possible over the next few weeks while I advance programming and integration. Once integration is complete, which I expect to take about a month, she’ll be ready for full dates with temporary preference moulding and compatibility testing in place. Standard terms and charges will apply, so please check the details in your membership pack before asking me about them. If you’re interested in meetings or eventual dates, email me. Thanks to you all for welcoming her tonight, it makes the process much easier and encourages integration. Now, back to your evenings.”

The crowd dissipated, she could feel Amanda’s hand on her lower back, guiding her to turn around and follow as they left the club. “Time for you to embrace your desires, Miss Wilson.”

The cab ride was exquisite torment for Heather. Her desire for Amanda had been rising all evening they’d been at the club, each little touch feeling like a spark of pure energy, each whispered comment or sly glance between them a tease and promise of something more. Now, Amanda’s gorgeous body was so close but just out of reach, the other woman taking control of the situation, pinning Heather’s hands behind her back as her lips trailed over her bare neck and exposed chest, fingers tracing soft patterns up her thighs. And yet, even in her frustration she could feel a charge. It was right for Amanda to be taking the lead, she was the one with experience, the one who knew just what Heather wanted and needed, what needed to happen to turn those desires she had into reality. It was Amanda who’d given her the chance to explore them, and Heather had never had the courage to go this far, so it was right to let Amanda take the lead. She knew best.

By the time they got to the apartment, her body was on fire with need. Amanda pressed her against the wall, her hands moving swiftly to untie and open the dress, letting them range over Heather’s bare flesh as the dress dropped to the floor. Heather couldn’t do much, only feel all the touches, the kisses, the growing urgency inside her, the wetness in her panties as Amanda revealed to her the sensations she’d always craved, those deep desires within her finally unleashed and flowing through her, feeling so right.

She felt the straps on her bra sliding down her arms, then fingers sliding under her breasts, freeing them from the cups, exploring their soft curves, her nipples responding to the touches, then gasping as Amanda’s lips circled them, her tongue twisting around them and flicking them, each touch a little extra dash of ecstacy. A hand slid inside the tight red lace of her panties, easing through the wetness to enter her so naturally and so wonderfully, making her quiver with pleasure as fingers moved in and out of her. Heather instinctively rocked herself on them, pressing down to meet Amanda’s cupped hand, desperate for pressure on her clit. Then she groaned as the fingers slipped out of her, the hand pulled out and away, her body a jangled mess of pleasures as the fingers pressed against her mouth. Instinctively, she parted her lips, taking them in, moaning as she tasted herself, her mind flooded with the memories of all the times she’d done that before with her own fingers, remembering the craving that always followed, the one she couldn’t fulfill. Until now.

“I want to taste you.” She said to Amanda, her mind focusing on that thought, that single desire to taste another woman, the one her mind told her she had been harbouring secretly within her for years and could now fulfill.

“Of course you do. Follow.” Amanda said with a wide smile, stepping back from her and turning, heels clicking on the floor as she walked towards the couch. Heather stood straight, reached behind her to undo her bra, shrugging it off onto the floor, letting it fall on top of the dress. Then she lowered herself to her knees, leaning down so her hands were on the floor, crawling after Amanda, hips swaying as she moved. Watching from her knees, she saw Amanda slide off her shoes, then slowly peel off the tight black trousers, stepping out of them as she dropped her panties to the floor with them. Heather moaned, her eyes focused entirely between Amanda’s legs, seeing the one thing she desired above anything else.

Amanda lowered herself to the couch, parting her legs as she lent back into it, and Heather crawled eagerly between them, kissing her way up the bare thighs towards her goal. As she closed on it, she could breathe in the rich scent, which was everything she’d dreamed of, and she involuntarily groaned as her lips touched Amanda’s, feeling the softness, then lapping with her tongue, the taste of it filling her mouth and overwhelming her senses. Her world came down to that point where the two of them met, focusing on her tongue and lips, learning how she could use them to get her rewards. Amanda’s taste filled her, the sounds of her pleasure filled her ears, the movements of her body were the only touch she registered, all of them turning Heather on more, showing her how good it was to please and devote herself to another woman’s pleasure. As Amanda’s hands nestled in her loose hair to pull her closer, her own hand went between her legs, touching her clit, guiding herself to her pleasure.

Amanda’s body rocked and moved, her voice raised as she called out. “Yes, my good girl, yes.” She moaned as her body convulsed, pulling Heather tight into her. It was enough to trigger Heather’s climax, waves of pure joy flowing through her, so stronger than she’d ever experienced with a man, lasting so much longer and running so deep within her, claiming her.

Amanda ungripped her from her legs, pulling her up to hold and kiss her as the pleasure flowed through her, both of them hot and covered with a thin sheen of sweat.

“A girl’s first time is such a wonderful thing to see.” Amanda said, smiling lovingly at her. “And that endorphin rush is an opportunity not to be missed. Relax, Miss Wilson. Programming room.”

She let Amanda guide her to her feet and lead her on wobbly legs across the apartment, happily letting herself be guided into the chair, the headphones placed on her, feeling comfortable as the music rose in them and familiar patterns began to display on the screen.

“Just two hours of this, then come join me to sleep. You’ll need to be up by six thirty to fix breakfast for us both, but that will mean time for a shower together before I have to leave.”

She noted the command, accepted it, then focused her mind on other things. She felt good and wanted to keep feeling good. If she did what the soft voice in her head said, murmuring to her just beneath the music, then she’d always feel good. Heather watched and listened, embracing the pleasure and pure joy that came with her new start.