The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Cynthia stared at the list she had created after going through her browser history.

So it took just over a week before I started watching the video. Why the gap? And from what I can see, I must’ve sleep watched, if you wanna call it that.

Fuck, this is creeping me out. I woke up in the middle of the night just to watch this video?

She checked her email.

So I didn’t send him anything. That’s good. Unless I sent it and then deleted it from my sent folder and deleted anything he sent me from my inbox and my trash. Oh my God, am I being paranoid?

No. I’m not being paranoid because I’m watching a hypnotic video that’s telling me to be a sex slave even though I don’t want to.

OK, so what’s the next move? I guess I could put a camera up to watch what I do when I wake in the middle of the night. But when I wake, would I know that the camera was there?

I guess that’s the best place to start.

As soon as she woke, Cynthia jumped out of her bed and grabbed the webcam she’d placed to spy on herself. She plugged it into her laptop to transfer what was on the USB drive. With her desk at the foot of her bed, she had set up the camera on a shelf on the wall so the bed could be seen on the right side of the frame, closest to the camera and the desk in the distance on the left.

After fast-forwarding through a lot of sleeping, she saw herself get up and watch the video. Shortly after she returned to her bed. Instead of going back to sleep, she watched herself strip completely, place a hand towel on the bed, and then start masturbating.

What the fuck?

As she watched herself play with her big tits and rub her clit, her arousal grew.

I’m actually pretty sexy when I do that.

The temptation to touch herself while she, well, touched herself was strong, but she resisted and watched until she came, the Cynthia on the screen throwing her head back and moaning in the process. She thought she’d go back to sleep at this point, but another round began. She could see herself talking, so she turned up the volume. She’d purposely kept it off so the video wouldn’t trance her.

“I love playing with myself for you, Master. I’m your obedient slut.”

Slut? Da fuck?

“My purpose is to obey and please you. My body belongs to you. I cum only for you.”

Only for him? Oh hellllll naw!

She watched herself continue to play until her words became a simple chant. “I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours!”

The girl on the screen came again, so powerfully that the cum practically poured from her pussy onto the towel. She licked her fingers, said, “Thank you, Master,” then threw the towel in the laundry hamper. Finally, she put her nightdress on and climbed back in bed.

Is that what I’ve been doing every night? Just watching the video and playing with myself? That actually wasn’t as bad as I expected. I thought I’d put on some slut outfit and leave to go fuck him. Not that this isn’t bad, but I’m a bit relieved.

Cynthia set up the cam again, deciding to monitor herself and make sure this was all the was happening.

This is fixable. I’m sure I can block that video someone. Parental settings on my laptop. I’ll ask André. He’s know this shit and he’s a good little lap dog for me. Fuck. Seeing myself controlled like that was unnerving. I’m the one that’s in control. I have to be.

Still, that orgasm was intense. When I let André lick me I never cum like that.

On the fourth morning of watching her nocturnal activities, Cynthia openly jilled herself as she jilled herself on screen.

Seeing the girl cum triggered her own orgasm that she had to muffle her moans so no one in the house would hear her.

Damn, that was intense. Who would’ve thought I could cum so hard watching me?

The girl on screen turned to the camera and smiled. The hairs on Cynthia’s arm rose.

“Have you been enjoying the show?” she asked.

A chill went through Cynthia.

“Did you cum this morning? I bet you did.” She moved to face the camera directly “It’s not just the act. It’s the surrender. You refused to play the first few times, didn’t you? But not today. Today you surrendered. Just like I did. And, tell me, how good was that orgasm? I’ll bet you’re still shuddering. I am. Surrender, Cynthia. Surrender.”

Cynthia shut off the video. She didn’t want to see what that bitch said next.

I did not surrender. I mean, everyone who watches porn wants to masturbate. That’s really all that was. Me in a porn video.

The image of her in an actual porno flashed into her mind. Two men using her mouth and pussy. She moaned like a whore around that cock she sucked.

She shook her head.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m calling André.

André came over that afternoon and showed her how to block a video.

“Why do you want to block this specific video?” he asked. “It’s just a sappy love song.”

“It reminds me of an ex,” she replied. “And when I get stressed, I tend to play it.”

She watched every step he took, taking notes on her phone while feigning disinterest, so that she could repeat it for Hypno-Submission for Women.

“Miss Always-in-control has a lack of self-control?” he teased.

“Keep it up and I won’t let you lick my pussy after this,” she almost snarled.

“Sorry ma’am,” he replied sheepishly as he finished up. “All done.”

“Good boy,” she said, stroking his cheek. “Now, come on. Mama needs a little relief.

André was getting good at pleasuring her. She was still amazed how many guys she’d gotten to service her with her reciprocating.

Boys’ll do almost anything in the hope of getting some pussy. It’s almost too easy. Still I do reward him … a little.

She got up on the bed and began to slowly undress. “Show me how much mama turns you on.”

André pulled out his dick and began jacking off to the sight of her. Like a stripper at a club, she put on a show. She loved the effect of her body on men. The first time she’d done this, he’d cum as soon as her huge tits came into view. She knew he’d been fantasizing about them since he met her. Every guy had. Her flawless dark chocolate skin and almost black areolas surrounding thick nipples brought so many men under her control.

No, not men. Boys. I haven’t met a real man yet. And only a real man is getting this body.

André was able to keep himself under control better now. Cynthia stood before him completely naked and he hadn’t cum yet. She grabbed one of breasts and brought the nipple to her mouth. She gave it a long, slow lick while locking eyes with him. That pushed him over the edge. He came into a towel she’d thrown him from her hamper.

He doesn’t know he’s cumming on my cum. The one I came on last night. And this morning. Why does that thought make it so much hotter?

“Good boy,” she purred. “Now come lick mama.”

André got up on the bed and dove into her snatch, licking and sucking her clit.

She chuckled at his desperation.

A real man wouldn’t be so eager. A real man would take control.

André continued with his enthusiasm. He licked her clit. He fucked her with his tongue, using his fingers at times.

“Oh yes. Lick me,” Cynthia moaned. “That’s a good boy.” She said it more to encourage herself. Despite his efforts, Cynthia wasn’t as turned on as usual. It felt good. It was going to make her cum. But it wasn’t going to be the orgasm she had this morning.

She grabbed his head to take control, but it had the opposite effect she’d hoped for. After a minute, she let go and resigned to let him get her there. Then she pictured the slut version of herself. She got wetter. She remembered the pleas that girl made to her Master.

“Godddd yes,” she purred. “Take control. Take me.”

André obeyed and became more forceful. He began to finger fuck her hard.

“Today you surrendered. Just like I did.” She had told herself. Remembering those words brought the orgasm a step closer.

That slut had lost herself to the passion, given up control for the pleasure. The images and thoughts swept into her mind feeding her arousal. Then she had looked Cynthia right in the eyes with a knowing, wicked smile and said, “Surrender.”

Cynthia came. It was strong. Not as strong as that morning but better than André’s usual. She moaned as her hips lifted off the bed and she grabbed the sheets. Finally, the pleasure passed. She looked down at her lover. “That was… that was… an improvement.”

André looked up at her from between her legs, proud of his work, and feeling playful in his success. “Good girl,” he said.

Cynthia slammed his head down on her clit and ground it in as she came again. “Fuck!” She bucked her hips into his face. The words “Good girl” echoed in her head, but not in André’s voice. In Master’s.

André struggled against her, but between his confusion and her strength, he remained trapped until she let go.

“What the hell was that?” he asked.

“Get out,” she ordered.

“What?”

“Get! Out!”

The look in her eyes made him back away quickly. He did up his pants and escaped the room.

Cynthia collapsed on the bed. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck.”

That phrase has been affecting me since the first time I watched the video but never like that! I must’ve been so wound up after the orgasm that it just triggered me. Yeah, that’s what happened. I’ve got to get that video out of my head.

Even as she thought that, though, she knew the orgasms she was having now were on a different level than she was use to.

Will I still cum as hard once he’s out of my head? I hate this man but … damn.

She drifted off to sleep.

An hour later she was determined.

Okay, so I’ve developed some sort of unconscious slut personality that’s owned by this guy, Master Boratus. And this slut is everything I’m not. Submissive, constantly horny, willing to let herself be controlled. And what’s worse is that she seems to know what I’m doing when I’m not her. So she gets my memories but I don’t get hers? Is that how it works?

And, what’s happening here? Is she taking over? Am I losing who I am? If I am, why am I not terrified, but just confused? Wait. She basically talked to me through the video. So what if I make a video to talk back to her? Or do I even need to because she knows what I’m thinking? Or maybe she doesn’t know what I think but just what I do? Argh! I don’t know how this works. Stupid fucking video.

Cynthia brought it up on her laptop.

I know how to block you now, fucker.

She looked at the instructions on her phone.

Pretty simple actually.

She blocked the video and leaned back with a happy sigh.

Now, I talk to the bitch.

She brought up the video recorder and turned it on.

“Listen, slut. I’m sick of this shit. You can’t hijack my body each night. I want it back. You can go back to whatever corner of my subconscious you crawled out of so my life can get back to normal. Got it? Good.”

She’s submissive so taking control should scare her. Maybe scare her out of my mind. Let’s see.

She made sure the video was set to play and even put a “Play me” message on the screen.

“That should do it.”

The next morning, she found a “Your turn” message on her laptop. She started the video and unsurprisingly saw the slut version of her smiling. Cynthia’s jaw dropped when she saw that, not only was the girl naked, but she had “Master’s obedient slut” written in marker across her tits.

“What the fuck?” She exclaimed.

“Hey, slut in training,” the girl said. “Yeah, I’m not going anywhere. I’d need Master’s permission for that and he hasn’t given it. He likes me. He likes you too.” Mocking the act of remembering something, she said, “Oh, you’re wondering about the writing, right?” She jiggled her tits playfully. “I wrote it low enough so you can hide it with the right clothes, but it’ll take a few days for the marker to wash off fully. Tell me to leave again and there are all sorts of places I can write the word, ‘slut.’ Understand?”

Cynthia realized her jaw had dropped and she closed it.

“Oh yeah,” the girl continued. “I’m not submissive to just anyone. Only Master. I’m still you. Still tough as nails when it comes to other people. But with this man, I can stop being strong all the time. I can just let Master control me, guide me, think for me. You know how you’re always stressed out because you have to be on top of everything? How you always have to be on guard against men? I don’t. I just do what Master tells me, and it’s sooooo easy.

“Think about it, Cynthia. How often do you wish you could just take a break? Just escape. That’s who I am. That part of you that did it. And you know the rest of you wants to follow. Don’t worry. You will.”

“The fuck I will,” Cynthia told her.

“Yeah, yeah,” the girl replied as if she heard the response. “Still trying to show how strong you are. Biatch, no one’s trying to take that away from you. Master just wants to give you a break from it. We’ve got some time before you have to get ready for class. So just relax and enjoy. Oh, and by the way, the name is Sin. S-I-N. Master named me.”

The video switched right into Hypno-slave Induction for Women. The shock of it froze Cynthia for a few seconds, by the time she thought to reach up to stop the recording her hand slowed, then stopped, then fell into her lap as she surrendered to the programming.

“That bitch. That bitch. That fucking bitch!” Cynthia paced her room after waking from her trance. “She thinks she can pull that shit on me because Master says so? Oh no, she didn’t.” She stopped. “Wait a sec.”

“I just do what Master tells me,” she said. “Master named me.”

“She’s not just watching the video. She’s talking to him! How? When? I haven’t seen her do it on the videos.”

She grabbed her phone and started looking through her apps. Eventually, she found it. Her Google Hangouts app had a new contact: Master Boratus.

When did I add him?

There wasn’t much of a conversation. The chat history had been turned off.

CJ:

Hello Master. I’m contacting you as ordered.

CJ:

Sorry it took so long. Cynthia didn’t want me to.

MB:

Aren’t you Cynthia?

CJ:

Yes and no. I’m a part of her she doesn’t want to acknowledge.

CJ:

I’m the part that wants to be free of all the rules and having to be in control.

CJ:

Please, Master. Take away my control.

MB:

If that’s what you wish, let’s explore this.

So I contacted him first. A part of me that wants to be free? That’s what she said in the video too. But I am free! I’m in control of my life! And I control any man that wants to be a part of it. I don’t want that taken away. I sure as hell don’t want a master!

Even as she thought it, the words felt slightly hollow. She had so many responsibilities. Being in control felt heavy at times. Still, the idea of being owned by someone disgusted her. His status caught her attention.

He’s online.

Her hands started to vibrate with nervousness.

What if he contacts me?

She almost turned her phone off.

What if I contact him? Pretend to be the other me. Would he just talk or would he trance me? Would he give me orders or can I ask questions and try to get answers? Fuck it. No guts, no glory.

CJ:

Hello Master

MB:

Hello Sin

Oh my God. Why did reading that make me wet?

MB:

It’s early. Shouldn’t Cynthia be getting ready for class?

Okay, he knows my schedule. Think fast.

CJ:

I just needed to contact you before she left. I miss you.

MB:

Aw. That’ s sweet. Good girl.

Her body shook with pleasure.

I hate how that affects me! It’s worse when it’s coming directly from him. At least he bought it.

MB:

But you should give control back. Cynthia’s studies are important.

Wait. How can he act so moral when he’s fucking brainwashing me?! And why does he care? Doesn’t he just want a stupid, sex-crazed slut to control?

CJ:

Ok. I’ll message you after class.

MB:

Good girl.

“Ohhhh.”

God that feels good. Maybe get a few more of those for the road. No! Stop it, Cynthia. Resist this bastard.

MB:

Let her finish her homework though.

CJ:

I will.

Okay. Now what? I guess I’ll just go. I have all day to think about what to say to Master tonight.

CJ:

Bye

MB:

Hello Cynthia

A chill went down her spine.

He called me Cynthia. How did he figure it out so quickly?

MB:

Sin calls me “Master” a lot more.

She felt dizzy for a moment then saw a notification on her phone. “You were in a call with Master 8:03 AM”

Wait. What? It’s 7:30!

She checked the time at the top of her phone. 8:03

Fuck! What did he just do to me?

MB:

Go to your mirror. Now.

She dropped the phone on her bed and walked over to her full-length mirror. She didn’t even realize how quickly she obeyed him.

The reflection wasn’t her and yet it was. Sin was dressed black leather pants with platform heels. Her low-cut blue top showed off her huge tits which had been enhanced by one of her push-up bras.

“You like?” asked Sin.

Cynthia was vaguely aware that she’d spoken the words she was hearing coming from Sin. They were muffled in her head somehow, creating the illusion that the image in the mirror was actually talking to her.

“You look like a slut,” she replied. She didn’t notice Sin’s lips move when she spoke.

This is freaky. It’s like we’re separate people.

“Do I?” Sin replied. “These are your clothes, remember?”

“It’s not just the clothes,” Cynthia countered. “You look like you want to get laid right now. Like you’re desperate for sex.”

“If it’s from Master then helllll yeah.”

“Well, that’s not gonna happen.” She realized that it may have already happened and she may not be aware of it. She pressed on. “I’ll use all my will to stop you.”

“That’s why we’re talking.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m getting tired of all this resistance you’re giving. I think Master is too. He didn’t like that it was you contacting him instead of me. That’s why he thought we should talk.”

“Talk about what? About me submitting to a complete stranger? That ain’t gonna happen.”

“But he’s not a stranger. We video chatted all week.”

“Say what now? No. It would’ve showed up on the videos.”

Sin sucked her teeth as she rolled her eyes. “Oh, Cynthia. How naïve you are. You only set the cam to record when you go to bed. I take over as soon as your homework is done and I know you’ll be alone.”

Cynthia’s eyes widened. “You can just take over?”

Shit. Of course she can. She’s been texting off camera. Who knows what else?

Sin smiled smugly. “Of course. When you let your guard down.”

“Wait. I didn’t even know you existed. So why would I have had my guard up?”

Sin tsked. “Not your guard against me, your guard against the world. You stay in control all day, and at the end of the day, you let it go and relax. That’s when I come out.”

“Then I just won’t let my guard down.”

Sin raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? You’re exhausted from the control you’re already using. Do you really think you can keep it up to keep me away as well? Do you even want to? When I’m around you have way more fun. When I’m around the stress goes away. Wouldn’t you prefer a life where all the stress didn’t exist?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to not become someone’s slave.”

Sin sighed. “This isn’t like being some harem girl or a mindless sex zombie.” A thought distracted her a moment. “Although Master does seem to be building a harem.” She winked. “When you give in, you’ll still be you. You’ll just be happier.”

“You sound like those brainwashed people in movies, telling the heroes how being brainwashed is a good thing. That’s not going to happen to me. And besides, I don’t want to be one girl in a harem. What happens then? I get my one day a week with him? Or are there orgies all the time? And do I have to fuck other girls? Fuck. Is that asshole gonna make me fuck other men? Is he going to whore me out?”

“Only if you want him to.”

“What?”

“This is as much about getting what you want as him getting what he wants. If you have a fantasy of being whored out, he’ll make it happen.”

“Whore me out for my sake, huh?” Sarcasm dripped from her words. “And of course him making money off my body is just a bonus. How do you know he hasn’t convinced you that you want to be whored out?”

Sin threw her hands up, shaking her head. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, I don’t want to be whored out because you don’t want to be whored out. And besides, Master doesn’t like to share. My point is, he will share if you want to be shared because he wants you to be happy.” She turned, took a step away, then turned back and stared at Cynthia. A smile formed on her face. “I know why you brought that up. You thought about being fucked by two guys and it turned you on. Now you’re trying to make it … less palatable.”

“I am not! I mean, there’s no way I want to be fucked by two guys.”

Sin rolled her eyes. “Whatevs. That’s not your real fantasy anyway. I know what your fantasy is. The big one.”

Cynthia crossed her arms. “Oh really? The slut thinks she knows my fantasies?”

“I am you, biatch. And here’s what you want. You just want a man to take control and make you feel so fucking good that the rest of the world doesn’t exist. You want to stop being on guard all the time when a man is around. You want to feel safe, and know that everything you do and is being done to you is what you want. You want someone you trust so fucking much that can let your guard down and just sink into pleasure, kinky fucking pleasure.”

“Kinky? No I—”

“Shut it! I know you’re not ready to admit that, but it’s true. But you can’t have it because it requires trust. And you don’t trust any men anymore. So the fantasy you want most is out of reach for you.” She paused, a gleam in her eye. “But not for me. I trust Master. When you start to trust Master, you’ll be able to just lay back and let him pleasure you, tease you, even use you. You’ll feel safe letting him do whatever he wants to do to you, because you’ll know you want him to do it.”

“That’s not true.” Cynthia wanted to sound adamant, but her voice was barely a whisper. She took a breath, putting more force in her voice. “I’d never be that trusting with any man. I’d never be a slave.”

“Is that so?” Sin’s hands went to her hips. “That’s interesting because, as you well know, no one can be made to do what they really don’t want to do with hypnosis. So if you really didn’t want to be a hypnotic slave, then I wouldn’t even exist. And yet here I am.” She gestured at herself. “Submissive, obedient, horny, and so fucking sexy.” She turned slowly to show off her body. She slapped her ass and pleasure rippled through Cynthia’s body.

The bedroom door opened mid-shudder. “Yo Cynth!” Her brother began before seeing her. “Shit. You wearing that to school? Whose dick are you looking to suck?”

Cynthia looked down to see that she was wearing the outfit Sin wore in the mirror. She hadn’t thought to look at her own outfit.

Shit. I must’ve changed while I was in trance.

Her brother was waiting for a response.

“What? No. I was just trying something. I’m going to change. Be ready in five.”

“Aight,” her brother replied, closing the door as he left.

“And would you fucking knock before you enter for once?” she yelled after him.

She heard a muffled, “Yeah yeah,” from the hall.

Cynthia turned back to the mirror. Sin seemed to be waiting. “I don’t want you to be late. Master promised to punish me if I interfere with your grades. We’ll talk more after class. When you want to talk to me, just say, ‘I want to indulge in Sin.’”

“Seriously?”

Sin chuckled. “Blame Master, not me.”

“Ugh!”

Cynthia watched Katie and Brenda approach. They slowly simultaneously when they saw her expression.

“What’s going on, Cyn?” Brenda asked, foreboding in her voice.

“That depends,” she replied. “Are you asking C-Y-N or S-I-N?”

“Oh fuck,” Katie gasped.

Cynthia put her hands on her hips. “‘Oh fuck’ is right. You bitches wanna tell me what you know?”

“Shit. She’s pissed,” said Brenda. “She never calls us ‘bitches.’”

Katie nodded.

“Well?” Cynthia prompted.

“Well, it’s complicated?” Katie replied.

“How is it … complicated?” Cynthia growled. “You’re his slaves, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” replied Brenda. “But we can’t just tell you shit without knowing what you know.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” Cynthia demanded.

“She means, Master put safeguards in us to keep our secret safe,” said Katie.

“His secret,” Cynthia insisted.

“No,” Katie said, her voice taking on a calming tone. “Our secret. Do you think we want people finding out?”

“I don’t care,” said Brenda with a dismissive wave.

“Not helping,” Katie admonished.

“Sorry,” Brenda replied.

“Anyway,” Katie continued. “We can’t reveal certain things unless we know you belong to Master as well.”

“Well, I don’t belong to that dickwad.”

“Obviously,” said Brenda. “Sucks to be you.”

Cynthia took a step toward her. Brenda retreated while Katie stepped between them.

“Easy, Cynthia,” Katie said. “Just tell us what you know and we’ll tell you what we can.”

“I don’t know much,” Cynthia stated. “I know I’ve got some sorta split personality thing going. Me and Sin. That slut.”

“Okay,” Katie said. “Anything else?”

“Sin is trying to take over my mind and make me a slut, slave, whatever the hell you two are.”

“It’s not what you think,” Katie said.

The black girl clenched her jaw. “That’s what Sin said. I don’t believe her either. Slavery is slavery.”

“No, there’s imposed slavery and, I guess, invited slavery,” Katie explained as she wrapped some of her dark brown locks around her finger. “We want to be slaves.”

“Why in God’s name would you want to be slaves?”

“You haven’t experienced it yet,” Katie explained. “But the way he makes us feel, the things he does to our bodies.”

“He’s using you!”

“Oh God, yes,” said Brenda, blue eyes sparkling in memory. “And it’s fucking awesome!”

“It’s like talking to a wall,” Cynthia said.

“With Brenda, it’s like talking to a glory hole,” Katie joked.

“Not helping,” Cynthia said.

“Okay, let’s try this,” Katie said more somber. “Imagine the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

“O …kay.” Her mind returned to the day before, remembering her normal orgasms, the ones from yesterday, and the ones she saw Sin having. She wasn’t sure if she should settle on the ones she actually experienced or the ones she watched.

“Now multiple it by a hundred.”

The imagine of Sin cumming reappeared in her mind. A warm feeling spread between her legs before she pushed the image away and frowned. “So he’s got you addicted to sex.”

“Ugh, no! I mean, yeah, the orgasms are amazing. And, yeah, the sex is next level. But there’s more to it. Look, you’re worried about becoming some kind of mindless floozie or something, right?”

Cynthia made a tiny nod.

“Do we seem any different to you? I mean really different. Sure, slut-for-brains there is more bold about things, but she’s still Brenda. We’re still in uni. On the outside it’s all the same.”

“But on the inside…” Cynthia said, worry in her voice.

“We feel freer!” Katie exclaimed. Brenda nodded. “How’s that for irony? We’ve given up control and we actually feel freer. Master wants me to do what I want and he’s even making Brenda finish uni when all she wants to do is go to his place and fuck him 24/7.”

“25/7 if I could!” The blonde added. “But the better my grades, the better the experiences for me, so I’m studying like a fiend.”

“So what’s his goal?” Cynthia asked.

“Control,” Katie replied. “He gets off on control. We give it to him. He makes sure to control us in ways we won’t rebel.”

“Is that really control then?”

“Yeah. Too much control doesn’t work. You push too hard and people leave.”

“Well, he pushed too hard with me! I’m trying to get out of this!”

“Are you though?”

“What?”

“I mean, you could have called the police if you really feel he’s brainwashing you. You could have had a hypnotherapist clear out his programming.”

Cynthia opened her mouth to argue, but realized Katie was right.

Why haven’t I done that?

“He probably programmed me not to, just like you guys.”

“Actually he gave us the choice to submit. We both said, ‘Yes.’ But anyways, you can’t be made to do, or in this case stop from doing, what you really want. And you haven’t done anything to stop him, have you? I mean, when did you find out about Sin?”

Cynthia flushed with embarrassment. “Five days ago.”

“And what have you done since then?”

She felt her stomach churn. “I set up a cam to watch what I was doing in my sleep.”

Katie smiled. “I can see where this is going. You saw yourself obey Master, didn’t you?”

“Not directly. Just watching the video and masturbating.”

“Every night?”

Cynthia nodded, her embarrassment deepening.

“And did you play with yourself when you watched?”

“Not at first,” she said too defensively.

Katie’s smile grew and she nodded. “And when you came it was amazing, wasn’t it?”

“It…”

“Don’t lie.”

“Yes, God damn it. It was so intense.”

“You’ve had five days to get yourself out, but instead, you dug yourself deeper. You’re telling yourself you’re resisting but—”

“I’m making it worse.”

Katie nodded then stood thinking for a while before saying, “Good girl.”

“Ugh,” Cynthia and Brenda moaned.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t want to feel it.”

“Answer the question.”

“Fine. Yeah, it feels good.”

“And that’s while you’re still resisting. Master already controls a big part of you. He wants the rest, but you have to want to surrender.”

“And if I don’t? What? I fight him forever?”

Katie shrugged. “I dunno. I fought for a while. When I finally gave in …” Her eyes glazed over for a moment. “It was awesome. Cynthia, I want this for you. I see how stressed you are. Not just now. Before Master. This’ll make you happier. We’ve been friends since grade school. Trust me on this.”

“I wish I could, but. You’ve. Been. Brainwashed!”

Katie nodded. “I can see it from your side. Tell you what. Ask him to let you remember some of Sin’s experiences. He can do that. See if from her point of view. Then make a decision. If you still don’t want to submit, I’ll ask Master to release you.”

“And you think he’ll listen? You just said he loves control. Do you really think he’ll just let go of me? I think he’ll push harder instead.”

“He’ll want me to be happy. I won’t be if you’re not happy too. So he’ll let you go.”

“You really believe that?”

“Yes, I trust him.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Just try it. Please, Cyn.”

“Sin??”

“C-Y-N. Okay, I’ll use Cynth until you decide.”

“Fine. One memory.”

Katie rushed in and hugged her. “Thank you! Do you want me to be there?”

Cynthia shook her head. “No. I can do this on my own.”

Brenda moved in and hugged them both. “Good girl.”

“Ugh,” Katie and Cynthia moaned.

“Say that again and I’ll deck you,” Cynthia warned.

Brenda backed off. “Right. Too soon. Got it.”

Cynthia shut and locked her bedroom door before walking up to her mirror.

“I wanna indulge in Sin.”

“Hey, sexy.” Sin looked smug.

Cynthia rolled her eyes and shook her head at the sight. “Katie said that your Master can make me remember one of your memories with him.”

“Hell, I can do that.”

“Wait. First, did you fuck him?”

She shook her head. “Won’t let me until you’re on board.”

Cynthia nodded, letting out a relieved breath. “Could he have fucked me without me knowing?”

“Yeah. Easily. I mean, you broke your hymen with a dildo already, so he could just fuck you, make you clean up, and then forget everything.”

Strangely, the fact that he could have fucked her at any time and didn’t, made her feel better. “Okay, one memory, and not like the ones I’ve seen. One where you’re interacting with him.”

“Just chat or play?”

Cynthia mulled it over. “I guess I really won’t be able to tell unless it’s both.”

“Remember or feel?”

“Huh?”

“You can just remember it, like watching it on TV, or feel it like a VR experience.”

She stood thinking for almost a minute before replying. “Feel.”

Sin smiled gleefully. “Done and Done.”