The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Michelle floated down into trance with ease. The hectic weekend of partying with her friends had left her exhausted, and the calming sound of her Mistress’ voice had her all but melting. She obeyed Connie’s words and dropped deep. As deep as she could go. Michelle gave over everything of herself to her Mistress. Total obedience. Complete devotion. Utterly mindless and ready to obey.

“Focus on your obedience, slave. See it like a physical object before you, binding you to me.”

Michelle’s mind conjured a collar before her. A golden collar, shining and perfect, with a thin gold chain extending out into the darkness. And even without a thought in her mind, Michelle knew that at the other end of the chain would be Connie.

“I see it,” she told her Mistress, voice hushed and empty. As if she were talking in her sleep.

“What do you see?”

“A golden collar. A perfect fit for me. And there’s a chain… that leads to you, Mistress.”

“So whoever holds this chain is your Mistress?”

Michelle’s brow furrowed. Mistress was her Mistress. Not because of the chain, but because she was Mistress.

Then came Connie’s voice again, firm this time. “Whoever holds this chain is your Mistress.”

The thought still felt wrong in her head, but it wasn’t a slave’s place to question. So, with a slight frown, Michelle recited, “Whoever holds this chain is my Mistress.”

“The collar makes you a slave. It controls you and makes you obey.”

A hand stroked at Michelle’s throat, and suddenly she felt the gold collar appear, clasping around her neck in a cold embrace. Michelle squirmed as Connie described the collar sealing in place, though not entirely from how hot being a slave was, like she normally would. There was something off about Connie’s voice that had even the mindless Michelle nervous. The loving, exaggerated way with which she described the collar. How good it felt to be collared and enslaved, to have no will or choice of your own.

Michelle loved being Connie’s slave through and through, and yet this colder description of enslavement made her wary.

“I pull the chain tight. Feel the collar’s hold on you.”

Michelle grunted, lurching up from the bed. The blanket fell away as she sat up, exposing her tits to the cool air. Michelle’s eyes opened, totally vacant and without thought. Dimly she saw Connie before her. She was naked, with a strange gleam in her eyes. Connie held her hands out before her, as if clasping the gold chin attached to the collar. Instantly Michelle saw it, now real and stretching between them.

“Now Michelle, you will see another woman standing next to me. Standing over me.”

A shadow of a woman appeared over Connie.

“She is gorgeous. The most beautiful and powerful woman you have ever seen. She is better than me in every way.”

Michelle stared up at this angelic figure, lips tightening with distaste. She was beautiful and powerful as Connie said, and yet she did not like the idea of Connie compare herself negatively to anyone.

Then Connie raised her hands up above her head, palms out in offering. “Slave, watch as this other woman takes the chain from me, and feel herself become your new Mistress.”

Michelle saw the shadowy figure of this woman reach from the chain, as if claiming it from Connie. The idea of being taken from Connie, however, made her subconscious growl. The figure conjured by her hypnotized mind froze in place, fingers unable to reach the gold chain.

“No,” Michelle simply said.

Connie blinked in surprise. “Michelle, see this other woman grab the chain and claim you as her slave.”

“No,” she replied again, firmer this time. “I do not want to be taken from you, Mistress.”

“I am no longer your Mistress,” Connie told her. The words struck Michelle like lightning, and her eyes flickered as frenzied thoughts cut through the trance.

“What?”

“I am not fit to be your Mistress. The woman standing over me is my Mistress, and I am her slave. I obey her, and serve her, and love her. She controls me, and my only purpose is to serve her. She owns me, Michelle. Mind, body and soul.”

As Connie spoke, the trance conjured up the appearance of a gold collar around Connie’s neck. Identical to Michelle’s slave collar, with the golden chain attached. Only this chain looped up above Connie, and was held firmly in the hands of this mysterious Mistress.

“Mistress owns me, and so she owns you, Michelle.” There was only zealous joy on Connie’s face. Unhinged devotion, as if she were brainwashed. It made Michelle shiver. The frozen image of the Mistress moved, just a bit. Her hand lowered towards Connie’s outstretched hands. Towards the golden chain waiting for her, that would claim Michelle.

“Connie, no,” whimpered Michelle.

“I surrender my slave to my new Mistress. She will own us both, and we shall love her and serve her. We shall be slaves together, Michelle.”

The golden chain stirred before her. Michelle saw the end of it now clutched in the shadowy woman’s hand, along with the end of Connie’s chain. She tugged, and both slaves shuddered on the bed.

“Feel her power, Michelle. Feel her strength. She owns us now, and we will obey. We want to obey our Mistress.”

The Mistress holding the gold chains stared down at Michelle with glowing golden eyes. Expectant, powerful, demanding.

Michelle felt the tug on her subconscious. The command to submit and obey this new Mistress.

“No.” Strength welled within Michelle’s chest as she reached out and grabbed hold of the gold chin. It shattered in her grip, the golden links burning away to sparks in the darkness. The collar fell away from her throat, and the vision of the Mistress above them was dispelled. Michelle came awake, totally pissed.

Connie simply stared at her in total shock. Her mouth hung open, seemingly at a loss for words.

So Michelle spoke instead. “Connie, what happened to you?”

Connie straightened up, a hand reaching up to caress her throat. Michelle ed her vision of a golden collar around Connie’s throat in the trance.

“I serve my Mistress now. And she wants you to be her slave as well. So you will submit to her, Michelle, and we’ll serve her together.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Michelle, you will obey me now.”

She felt the usual thrill from getting a command from Connie, the urge to obey, but it was easy to cast aside. Connie wasn’t in her right mind, and there was no way she would obey her until she made sense of everything.

“Where did you meet this Mistress? What happened?”

Suddenly Connie lunged forward, taking her by surprise. Connie grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down against the bed. Her face was filled with anguish. “I have to make you her slave! Mistress will be so upset with me if I don’t. I need you to obey me and give in, Michelle.”

Fear gripped her at seeing Connie so unhinged, but Michelle steadied herself with a deep breath. She stared Connie right in the eyes. She took another deep breath, and she saw Connie breathing in and relaxing, meeting her pace. “It’s okay, Connie. Just relax. I’ll be a slave for your Mistress.”

It was almost funny how quickly Connie went from despair to lighting up with joy, but it only highlighted how confused the poor girl must be. “You will?”

“Yes, you just surprised me. You can’t expect me to be a Mistress for someone I don’t even know.”

Connie nodded. “That makes sense.”

“I’m sure your Mistress is wonderful. You should tell me about her.”

“Mistress is amazing!” Connie gushed, and Michelle had to suppress a laugh at how easy it was to distract her. This wasn’t her clever Mistress, who would have seen through such an obvious play. Michelle just had to find a way to get Connie back to normal, but how?

Clearly Connie had been hypnotized. Michelle didn’t know by who, but maybe that didn’t matter. It must have only happened in the last few hours, so hopefully it hadn’t set in too deeply. If she could get Connie into trance, then perhaps there was still time to undo this.

“And you should see Mistress’ body. Her body is perfect! I just want to worship her tits and go down on her so bad. I’d do anything to make Mistress cum. She made me kiss her feet earlier just to prove how powerless I was.”

Michelle caught the way Connie shivered and got an idea.

“You really are powerless now, aren’t you?”

“I’m nothing compared to Mistress,” she replied instantly, the words hollow as if she were reciting them.

“You’re just a weak and helpless slave.”

Connie sagged above her, a blush rising in her cheeks. “I am. Mistress showed me how weak I am.”

“I bet it wasn’t even that hard for her to hypnotize you.”

Connie looked away. “It took them holding me down. I tried to fight it—”

“But you failed.”

“Yes,” Connie agreed. “I failed.”

“Your Mistress beat you, and you were helpless to fight it.”

“Yeah…”

“I bet you enjoyed her enslaving you.”

“Mhm,” Connie moaned, nodding her head. Her eyes were unfocused, her grip loosening as thoughts of her Mistress and her defeat filled her head.

Michelle reached up and stroked Connie’s head. “You never stood a chance.”

“No.”

“You were totally helpless.”

“Helpless…”

“You wanted to submit, didn’t you?”

This time Connie trembled, and Michelle pulled her down with ease. Connie collapsed on top of her, clinging to Michelle as she writhed in pleasure. “I did,” Connie confess. “I was so horny thinking of Mistress. I told myself I didn’t want to be her slave, but I did. It was so hot to think about her breaking me.”

“You’ve fantasized about being a slave for a while.”

Connie nodded, her face pressed against Michelle’s tits.

“I bet you would’ve submitted to any hot, powerful woman who seduced you.”

Connie tensed up, as if she were about to deny it, but then went limp on top of her. “Yes.”

“I could have made you my slave.”

Without saying a word, Connie nodded.

“Just imagine it. Me pushing you down to your knees. Telling you that its time for you to be put into your proper place. That I should be Mistress, and you should obey.”

Connie groaned, her hips rocking as she began to hump Michelle’s leg. “Oh god…”

“You would have tried to resist me, I bet. But we both know you’d have lost. Tell me why you would lose against me, Connie.”

“I’m weak,” she groaned, humping faster. “Powerless. Made to be a slave.”

“That’s right. You’re weak. Powerless. Made to be a slave.”

“Fuuuck,” Connie whispered.

“You’d have sunk into trance for me, like a good slave. So deep. Becoming so mindless.”

There it was. The way Connie’s eyes drooped. The way her body relaxed. Even her humping slowed, but didn’t stop completely.

“Good slaves go so deep into trance for powerful women.”

“They doooo…”

“Go deep into trance like a good slave.”

“Yesss…”

“Submit and sink, slave.”

“Nnnghn.”

“No fighting it now. You’re too weak for that. You can’t resist. You can only sink so deep.”

“So deep…”

Michelle stroked Connie’s head, pushing the hair away from her face to see the empty, vacant look on her face.

“How deep are you?”

Connie’s blank eyes rolled back. “Deeep.”

“And who do you obey?”

“Mistress.”

Michelle bit her lip. She thought putting Connie into trance would be the hard part, but now she had to figure out how to un-enslave someone’s hypnotic conditioning. “How does your Mistress control you?”

“She’s in my head. I must obey Mistress. I want to obey Mistress. I can only obey Mistress. I’m only a slave. I was made to—”

“That’s enough.”

Connie went silent, but Michelle felt Connie stirring against her. This trance wouldn’t last long. Connie had been tricked into going under, but she wouldn’t obey anyone besides her Mistress.

Ironically, as she stared at her hypnotized Mistress, Michelle wished that Connie was here to help her. Then she got an idea, and only prayed it would work.

“Connie, you will stay deep in trance.” When she heard Connie grumble, Michelle quickly added, “You will stay deep for your Mistress. She wants you to be hypnotized and helpless.”

Immediately Connie’s body sagged, her resistance fading. “Mistress…” she mumbled. “I serve Mistress.”

“In this trance I want you to see a mirror.”

Connie hummed to herself, and she couldn’t tell if that was agreement or refusal.

“See a mirror in front of you, Connie. And in its reflection is you. The old you. The version of you before you became a slave.”

This time there was no mistaking the faint scowl on Connie’s entranced face.

“What do you feel, seeing the old you?”

“She should be a slave to Mistress,” Connie replied in an empty voice.

“Then I will let you talk to her. So you can try to convince her to serve your Mistress. Wouldn’t your Mistress be happy if you made yourself into a slave too?”

“Yes.” A smile formed on Connie’s face. If it was a way to please her Mistress, even Connie’s enslaved mind would let this play out.

“Then see the you in the mirror becoming more real. She is the old you, a version of you who is not a weak and helpless slave. She is a version of you that is powerful and confident. Beautiful and self-assured. She is you as you could be, as I see you. See my Connie standing in the mirror before you.”

The smile vanished from below Connie’s blank eyes. Instead she shuddered, almost shrinking back. Like she was afraid.

“Talk to this Connie and try to convince her to be a slave like you. And she will try to free you from your Mistress.”

“No,” Connie grumbled, but remained in trance. Her eyes closed and she rolled over, as if caught in an uneasy dream.

Michelle stroked her cheek, and prayed that the real Connie would be able to find her way back to her.

Connie knew going into trance had been a mistake. She should have only gone under for her Mistress Katie, and yet Michelle’s voice had been compelling. And Connie herself was so weak and pathetic. There was no way she’d allow Michelle to undo Mistress’ control over her, so this trance had only been a little slip up.

But then the mirror had appeared. Michelle brought it into being, and placed in its reflection a version of her who wasn’t a slave. The old her who had been free. And, tempted by the idea of enslaving herself to Mistress, Connie’s subconscious had allowed the fantasy to form. Wouldn’t Mistress be so pleased if she could brainwash herself all over again, by her own hand this time?

Except Connie instantly realized the trap she’d fallen into. Michelle had confirmed it herself. This other Connie in the mirror was powerful and confident, where slave Connie was weak and defeated. It was no contest which of them was stronger.

A cold touch encircled her neck. Connie melted into the embrace of the collar sealed tight around her throat. Yes, she didn’t need to be strong. Her Mistress was the most powerful being in her head. She needed only to submit to her will, and that resistance was impossible. Her obedience materialized itself as a gold collar, just as Michelle had described, except there was not one thin chain attached to it, but dozens. Dozens of chains that wrapped around her body, draping from her arms and legs. They stretched out into the darkness like a spiderweb suspending her, and Connie knew each chain, each layer of conditioning, was held firmly by her Mistress.

There was no freedom. Even a projection of herself as someone powerful would stand no chance against the web.

“There is no way to win,” Connie told herself happily, feeling the constricting pull of the golden chains against her body.

But the Connie in the mirror simply smiled. “Of course there is.”

Slave Connie shook her head. “Mistress brainwashed me. She took away all resistance. I have no way to escape her, and I never want to.”

“If you’re so incapable of resistance, then how am I here?”

Slave Connie scowled at the mirror. “Michelle made you. She tricked me, but you’re not real. You can’t do anything.”

As if specifically to spite her, the free Connie stepped out of the mirror. She circled around the suspended slave and examined the chains with interest. Slave Connie simply had to resist whatever silly arguments this projection would make until it faded. Mistress’ control over her was firm and total.

“My Mistress owns me. She remade me as a slave. I love being her slave. I love being controlled and degraded.”

The other Connie tugged on a chain, and it sent off an echo of conditioning through the darkness around them. A voice reciting over and over, “I want to obey Katie. I want to obey Katie. I want to obey Katie.”

Slave Connie melted happily at the words surrounding her, and even the other Connie smiled and shivered.

“You’re me,” she told her, getting an idea. Maybe she didn’t need to resist. Maybe she could break this other version of herself for Mistress after all. “You’re getting off on this too. it it.”

Except to her disappointment, the other Connie smiled breezily and said, “Of course, I am. Its super hot. Even this whole golden spider-web suspension thing is doing it for me.”

She’d expected the free version of herself to try to deny her accusations, hiding her arousal as a weakness to exploit. Its what had helped make her so weak and susceptible to Mistress before.

“I’m fine itting my submissive side,” the other Connie said, shocking the slave. “Like, I definitely prefer being in control, don’t get me wrong. But submitting now and then would be fun. Especially a power play kinda switch like this, someone pulling the rug out from under me and taking control?” The other Connie shut her eyes and hummed happily, even reaching down and rubbing at her pussy.

“Then you want this. You want to be a slave!”

The darkness rippled around them. Gold chains appeared, lashing themselves to the other Connie. They whispered Mistress Katie’s words, coiling themselves around the other Connie to leave no chance for escape. She’d won! Mistress would be so happy.

But then the other Connie shook her head. “Nope. Not interested.” Instantly the golden chains holding her vanished. The control was broken with no effort at all. Slave Connie shivered in her chains. They felt just a fraction weaker than they had a second before. As if just the idea of them being brittle had brought it into reality.

“Why? Why would you fight Mistress if it turns you on?”

“For the same reason we never made the others into our slaves before. Because they didn’t really want it, and we weren’t going to force it on them.”

The golden chains rattled as Slave Connie writhed in anger. “We were wrong! We should have taken what we wanted! Instead Mistress claimed us and proved how weak we are.”

The Other Connie stepped up to her, walking easily across the suspended chains until she was crouched before the slave. “Is that really how you feel?” she asked, stroking her cheek. The touch was so warm. “Do you really wish we’d done that?”

Memories flitted through her mind. They were of her hanging out with Tara, laughing and being dorks together. Of Jane grumpily agreeing to play with her, acting as if she weren’t enjoying herself. Michelle holding her close.

“Stop,” the slave whispered, but the memories came from within herself.

She ed the Silva family kneeling before her, all of them in trance. Connie ed how calculating her thoughts were. Ways she could manipulate the family, trick them into forgetting their resistance and submitting to her completely. Just as brainwashed and defeated as she was now.

And the memory tore at her. Because she ed why she had decided not to go down that road.

“It didn’t matter if we earned slaves, totally devoted to serving us. We would have lost them, destroyed a part of them we loved, and we decided that we would never do that.”

“But being a slave feels good,” Slave Connie argued, a tear slipping down her cheek.

“The conditioning and control may be hot, but is it really anything compared to having someone submit to you of their own will?”

Suddenly Connie ed the explosion of joy she felt when Michelle became hers. When she itted her feelings and asked to become her slave. Connie knew she’d messed with her thoughts, played with her tastes, and yet Michelle’s submission had been all her own. It was born of desires that had always been there within her.

“Without us, Michelle would have remained an unhappy adult, never able to enjoy what she always wanted. We gave her that.”

“I—”

“And when I become a slave,” the other Connie said firmly, “I want it to be to someone I trust. That it can be something I surrender, instead of being stripped away. Because no matter how hot it is to fantasize about, I wouldn’t want to be hurt like that. And I wouldn’t want to do that to anyone else.”

The golden chains of Mistress’ command were creaking and shaking. Connie was shaking too, but didn’t know if it was the chains pulling on her or if she was tugging on them. She was supposed to want to obey Mistress. She wasn’t supposed to have any resistance.

The other Connie smiled at her, radiating a warmth and strength that Connie never knew she was capable of. Was this really how Michelle saw her? Was this the Mistress that she was for her?

“ everyone we met this weekend. The fun we had with them. Do you really want to force them to be slaves for Katie?”

Connie knew the answer a slave should give. And yet she remained silent. She saw Coop, dopey and casually confident riding on her skateboard and making dumb jokes. She saw Heidi, fun and innocent but hiding a sweetly sexy side of herself. There was Sonia, almost obnoxious in her self-confidence, but really just eager to connect with others. And Aubrey, so hot and muscular and infinitely cool, and yet somehow she was the one crushing on Connie.

They were amazing girls. They could be close friends. They could be lovers, just as eager to explore hypnotic submission as she was.

And then Connie ed them all downstairs, the devotion and concern and uneasiness. They weren’t themselves anymore, just slaves and tools for Katie.

Even Katie wasn’t herself. Connie had no idea who the real Katie was or what she wanted. All she knew was the compulsion to please her, to become what Connie wanted. The others had nearly been turned into playthings and fucktoys, but Connie had freed them. Only Katie had scratched that itch Connie felt for submission. A hypnotist she could be controlled by, and experience the wonderful things she’d done to so many others.

Connie glanced up from her chains and saw the mirror before her. She’d thought she was the reflection of her dark desires, the control and lust and betrayal manifesting itself finally into reality. But it was Katie who was the reflection, created by Connie all along.

This was her fucked up fantasy they were playing out, too lost to stop themselves.

A hand rested on her shoulder, and Connie was almost surprised to see the powerful version of herself still there. “Just wanted to give you time to work things out.”

“I…” Connie gulped. “I fucked up.”

“You did.”

“I should have stopped things.”

“You should have.”

“This is all my fault.”

The golden chains wrapped themselves tighter around her. She was so weak and pathetic and terrible. She deserved to be a slave. She deserved to have no control. She deserved to be punished.

But then her own voice echoed to her.

“And what do you do when you make a mistake? Do you wallow in self pity so it gets worse?”

“No,” she muttered.

“What do you do?” her own voice asked.

Connie pressed back against the chains coiled around her. “You make things right.”

“And you can’t do that if you’re stuck in your own head, now can you?”

Connie fought back against the chains with all her might, barely managing to nudge them at all. The control had been weaved through her mind so thoroughly. How was she even supposed to escape it? How was she supposed to take back control?

“It’s too hard,” Connie whined, as the golden chains hissed with Katie’s words and squeezed tighter. “I’m too weak.”

“No, you’re not.” The other Connie appeared beside her, somehow reaching through the cocoon of chains to take her hand. “Just what you’re fighting for. Who you’re fighting for.”

“Michelle.”

The chains shuddered.

“Jane.”

They creaked, golden links snapping apart.

“Tara. Coop. Sonia. Heidi. Aubrey. Naomi.”

The golden chains were rattling in the air around her, pushed back by the force of her conviction. They were shattering to pieces, but the chains still fought to reach her. To break her and keep her trapped.

“Everyone in town,” Connie said, thinking of all the faces she met. All the people Gloria had touched, compelled by her desire to help Connie. A desire she’d planted out of her own insecurity, too afraid to go for what she wanted.

But Connie was strong. She was worthy of being desired by others. She was worthy of being loved. She always had been.

“Katie,” she said, ripping apart even more chains. Katie didn’t deserve to be stuck in this role, cast as a cruel mistress, simply because that idea had turned Connie on so much.

Connie could feel the conditioning weakening. The brainwashing receding as her own will was reasserted. But there was one final push against her, one final hurdle she couldn’t clear. What was holding her back? Who was she still failing?

The other Connie wrapped their arms around her waist, hugging her tenderly. “You forgot someone.”

If Connie hadn’t been wrestling for control of her own mind, she would have slapped her forehead. “I’m an idiot.”

“Sometimes,” the other Connie agreed. “But we have our moments.”

“Myself,” Connie declared, and watched as the final chains were destroyed. Reality lurched as her subconscious reacted to the change within her. Connie fell to her knees, feeling weak and drained, but somehow that weakness wasn’t a bad thing. Because she’d fought for herself and the others and won. She’d fought for the chance to free them.

“You did great,” the other Connie told her, kneeling beside her.

“Thank you. Or me, I guess? This is confusing.”

“A bit. But there is one benefit to talking to yourself while in a trance.”

“What’s that?”

“Wanna make out?”

Connie blinked at her other self in surprise. Then nodded. “Okay.”

The other Connie pressed in, wrapping her up in her arms and kissing her deeply. Connie was staring into her own face. Tasting her own lips. Feeling her own tongue enter her mouth and playing against her own.

It was weird, and kinda fucked up, but also shockingly hot.

Connie finally backed away, panting and dripping wet. “Oh god, this is gonna become a fucked up fantasy for me, isn’t it?”

“Almost certainly,” the other Connie assured her with a smirk, as she crawled between Connie’s legs. She stared down at Connie’s pussy, her own pussy, and licked her lips. “You’ll have to ask Michelle or someone to hypnotize you again, so we can properly fuck next time.”

Connie went pale, both from the idea of confessing this fantasy to Michelle to make it happen, and because she was watching her other self lean in and eat herself out. The pleasure surged through her, making her legs shake.

“Oh fuck me!”

She came. She came eating herself out. Or being eaten out by herself. All she knew was the delicious taste of her own cunt on her tongue, and how good it felt to have her own tongue deep within her. Which Connie was she? The two Connie’s came again as the barrier between them melted, everything blurring together in the overwhelming ecstasy of it all.

When Connie finally opened her eyes she was surprised to find herself laying in Michelle’s lap, apparently awake from the trance. “Whoa,” was all she could manage to whisper.

“Are you okay?” Michelle asked, her tone gentle but concerned.

“Yeah. I’m better.” Connie gulped, ing the all too real sensation of hooking up with herself. “I made out with my clone and then I think I orgasmed myself out of trance.”

Michelle laughed softly. “Sounds like you had a fun time.”

“But the important thing is that I’m not a slave anymore. I’m not under K- I mean, I’m not under that mistress’ control.” The last thing Connie wanted to do was reveal Katie’s identity as the Mistress that had taken over her mind. It would raise too many questions, especially since Michelle knew Katie was a friend of Jane’s, just like Aubrey.

But while Connie got lost in her head with worry over hiding the truth, she found a soft pair of lips kissing the top of her head. She looked up and saw Michelle smiling, overcome with relief.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. I didn’t know what to do.”

Connie reached up and hugged her. “You did great. You fought back against me and even managed to get me into trance. I wasn’t strong enough to do that.”

“Who even hypnotized you? What happened?”

Connie bit her lip. “I kind of, um, don’t want to tell you. Its just a lot to explain.”

There was a pout brewing on Michelle’s face, but then she sighed. “Okay, Mistress. I trust you.”

But did Connie deserve that level of trust? Especially with everything she’d just put Michelle through? The doubt was worming its way back in, but then a strange surge of confidence washed over her. As if a guiding hand inside herself steadied her. Connie ed the confident version of herself Michelle had described within the mirror.

“The way you described her. The Other Connie, I mean. Is that really how you see me?”

“Of course,” Michelle replied, a little shocked. “Did you not realize how much I think of you?”

“I guess I just let my insecurities get the better of me sometimes. But I promise to be better about ing that.” She took Michelle’s hand and smiled. “I’ll be confident and be the Mistress you deserve.”

“I’m glad.” Michelle tugged Connie in closer for a kiss, only to stop at the last second. Her fingers tapped Connie’s chin and trailed down her neck, holding her by the throat possessively. “Although I’ll it it was fun to put you into trance. Maybe another time we can experiment with me being the Mistress.”

Connie gulped, her entire body tingling under Michelle’s grasp.

“Would you like to be my hypnotized slut, Connie?”

“Yes,” she all but sighed. For a moment she heard Katie’s conditioning hissing in the back of her mind, reminding her how wonderful it was to be a slave. The brainwashing was still buried in her subconscious, ready to strike, but Connie was ready to fight now. She reminded herself it was okay to be submissive, but that it would be on her . She would submit to the Mistress she wanted.

So Connie locked eyes with Michelle and said, “I would, but I’d still prefer to be your Mistress. I really love controlling you, Michelle.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Michelle withdrew her hand, smiling giddily. “I’m excited to play, but I’m also really tired.”

“Oh of course.” Connie rolled off of the bed, almost tripping as her feet got tangled in the blanket but managing to right herself just in time. “Sorry for waking you up. And freaking you out with that whole slave thing. I’ve got to go set all that right.”

“Will you be okay? Do you want my help?”

Connie balked at the idea of Michelle going downstairs to see Jane, Aubrey and some town girls all entranced and enslaved to a now megalomaniacal Katie, who had been hypnotized into this state by Michelle’s own mother. “I’ll be fine,” she told her, and meant it. Her libido was under control again, and Connie had a clear determination to set things right. “You rest up, now.”

“Okay, Mistress.” Michelle curled the blanket back over her, snuggling in comfortably as she grinned at Connie. “But if things end up getting kinky and fun downstairs, don’t hesitate to drag me out of bed. I’ll always be happy to be a tired slut for you, Mistress.”

Connie shivered. “Um, sure. I’ll keep that in mind.” As if there wasn’t already enough temptation downstairs. But Connie kept her cool, tucking Michelle in and giving her a grateful kiss. Then she turned and marched out the bedroom door, ready to settle things once and for all.