The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When Lexi Hawthorne woke up, it was Saturday morning, and her wife, Victoria, was lying beside her in their bed, still asleep.

Lexi found Victoria’s presence beside her a little strange; not because she wasn’t used to sharing a bed with her wife. She was used to that. The thing that made this strange was the context around it. This was Saturday morning, and most Fridays, Victoria was gone overnight, meaning she wasn’t there beside her wife the next morning when Lexi woke up.

Lexi had expected Victoria to be out all night last night too, so she’d been surprised when instead Victoria had come home after work and spent the night there.

Lexi knew that when Victoria was out overnight, she was cheating on her. Knowing that always made Lexi a bit sad, but she accepted it. That was how Victoria was, how Victoria always had been, and she wasn’t going to change.

It did make Lexi sad, though. It didn’t seem to her that Victoria ever got very serious about anyone she was cheating on Lexi with, but still when she was home alone on Friday nights, sitting there knowing that at that moment Victoria was with another woman, it was hard not to feel like she was second-favorite. And feel like she was nobody’s favorite, and feel like her wife had this whole other sex-life that Lexi was shut out of. There were things that excited and thrilled Victoria, and which she would never share with Lexi or even let her know about. That was all very hard.

Throughout the current year-to-date especially, Lexi had often felt tempted to confront herself in the mirror. You’re twenty-four years old, why are you putting up with a marriage like this when you know you feel ambivalent about it? She’d often felt particularly tempted to do that on Friday nights. But she never had, because she’d known she would only get the same answer as always. She loved Victoria and didn’t want to be apart from her. That meant accepting Victoria as she was, exactly how she was, no matter how much that hurt: which meant accepting that the painful situation was just going to go on indefinitely. Which was fine. It was. It was just the cost of being with Victoria.

At least Victoria hadn’t spent the night with some other woman last night, though, this time. Lexi would appreciate her silver-linings where she could find them.

She could lie here and try to think of something more cheerful now, or she could try to go back to sleep. But she wasn’t one who liked to waste her weekends sleeping. Soon, it would be Monday again, and she’d have to return to her private tutoring schedule, go back to working with her several different one-on-one students. And that was rewarding, but it was challenging too.

She was quite good at math, which was why she’d chosen to be a math-tutor, but she still found her job challenging, sometimes mentally taxing. The part that made it hard wasn’t doing the example math-problems, or thinking through various math-concepts. The hard-part was always trying to grasp how her different students were understanding what she was saying, grasping where they had formed faulty understanding and were building off it wrong to reach wrong conclusions. That was particularly hard, because often they held faulty understanding while simultaneously believing that they understood perfectly. They couldn’t see where they were making the mistake themselves because they didn’t believe it was a mistake. It was very exhausting trying to catch those issues with basically no help and only her own sense of observation and an endless series of prompting questions. And then after that, she still had to resolve the issues she’d pinpointed.

Once it was a weekday again, she’d be back to doing all that hard work, and at the end of her workday, she wouldn’t have any energy to do things for herself. So on weekends, when she wasn’t working, Lexi liked to do as many different things for just herself as she could. The thought of sleeping all her time away never appealed, but it didn’t appeal today, either. Besides, she was feeling pretty alert right now. That made the thought of sleep even less appealing.

So instead of going back to sleep, she threw her covers back and went into the bathroom.

For a moment she looked at her reflection: saw the same things which were always there, the same light-brown skin, the same emerald green eyes. Then she picked up her soft-bristle brush and began ing it over her short black curly-hair. That never got her hair perfect, but it usually made it look a lot better, if still a bit wild.

When she finished brushing, she scrutinized herself a little more carefully. She wondered about that other sex-life Victoria had, those other secret sexual-tastes she never shared with Lexi. Would Lexi have been less of a second-favorite and more of a favorite if she’d more resembled Victoria’s type? Maybe small breasts like Lexi’s weren’t Victoria’s type. Maybe barely-better-than-average height like Lexi’s height of five foot six... wasn’t Victoria’s type.

She tuned and looked over her shoulder at her reflection then. Maybe big round soft asses like that one weren’t Victoria’s type either. And maybe Victoria didn’t like narrow waists like the one Lexi had either....

She made herself stop wallowing and leave the bathroom. Look at how she was carrying on, when Victoria hadn’t even slept with someone else last night. She was worse on nights where she knew Victoria had.

She stopped thinking about it, and dressed herself in the grey yoga-pants and grey t-shirt she tended to wear only slight variations of most days when she was just going to be hanging around at home. Then, fully dressed and ready for her day, she went down to the kitchen to start making breakfast. If Victoria didn’t wake up in time to eat it, she’d leave her some to heat up in the fridge, but right now she was hungry and eager to do anything, so spending some time cooking sounded like the perfect solution to her.

Victoria woke up, and wasn’t sure what time it was. Her eyes darted around blearily — in ing, she observed that her wife had already left the bed — and then she spied the clock-radio. It was nine in the morning; she hadn’t slept in as late as she usually did.

She felt... strange. Maybe that was what had woken her up. She felt like... something was looking at her. That was the best way of describing it that she could manage. Something was looking at her, something invisible was looking at her, and she had that uncomfortable I-am-being-watched feeling skittering up and down her, all over her body. She didn’t like that, didn’t like feeling that tingling.

She got up to wash her face. And still felt that tingling... maybe that was why, when she looked in the mirror, she felt suddenly paranoid. Was that how she always looked? Was everything about her the same as it always was? She stared at her reflection and thought so, but it didn’t shake her paranoia.

She wanted something more like hard-proof, something which would be more irrefutable. If she had indisputable facts that she could present to her paranoia, maybe that would make her feel better.

She went to find a pencil, and stood in the open doorway of the bathroom now. She raised the pencil above her head, and traced a line across the doorjamb. Then she went to find both a cloth and a pull measuring-tape. She used the pull measuring-tape to measure to the line she had drawn: still five nine, as she’d expected.

Then she took the cloth-measuring tape, and started measuring along herself. She measured around her breasts, around her waist, around her hips, around one thigh, around her ass... noting all the numbers down on a scrap piece of paper when she was finished. Then she stared at the scrap of paper for a moment. All the numbers were what they had been the last time she’d measured herself. See? She told her paranoid brain. I’m exactly the same. Nothing is happening. You’re just imagining things.

But the tingling feeling didn’t go away... neither did the sense of unease which kept insisting to her that her body was different, that it wasn’t right.

She ignored that feeling and went down to breakfast. She enjoyed her wife’s company as she ate with her, but the strange way she felt kept distracting her.

This persisted through most of the morning. At noon, she felt so bad that she was sure she would have to measure everything again, just to get her brain to shut up, but her wife put on a movie for them, and that provided distraction enough, so she didn’t go and measure again.

That night before bed, though, her sense of paranoia got the better of her again. Her wife was already lying down, was maybe even already asleep, but Victoria stood against the doorjamb again and traced another line across. Then she turned around to look.

In the light spilling out from the bathroom through the doorway, she saw that the line she’d just drawn was below the first line.

Panic leapt in her heart. She measured with the pull tape-measure, again: the lower-line only measured five foot eight and a half inches. She’d... lost a half-inch.

She told herself she’d drawn the line wrong the second time, but she didn’t have the heart to test herself again, in case it would show her the same result. She finished in the bathroom and ed her wife in bed.

On Sunday morning, once her wife had gone to the kitchen again, Victoria measured again. This time she only got five eight. She spent the whole morning fretting about it, and by lunch she’d so overwhelmed herself with that that she excused herself from the lunch-table, went upstairs to the master-bedroom’s ensuite-bathroom, and measured again. Only five foot seven and a half this time, another half-inch gone. And that night, when she checked, she only got five foot seven.

That was it. She had to check everything else too. It had been harrowing enough to see her height change... but what if something had been happening to all her other measurements too?

She measured all the same places: breasts, waist, hips, thighs, ass, writing down the numbers in a column beside the numbers from Saturday. Every measurement, except the one for her breasts and the one for her waist, was two inches less.

She made herself face her reflection; felt almost like she was viewing a stranger. Her body was top-heavy now, flared out at her breasts but then went in a straight-continuous line from waist to hip to end of leg. That wasn’t how it had ever been before.

And her thighs... didn’t touch now. There was a gap between them, it looked wrong. And when she looked at her ass it was just so... flat.

She only looked like herself from the waist up, since only her waist and breasts were the same... but there was strangeness there too, like she was seeing her lost height, somehow.

Victoria went into immediate denial. It didn’t happen. None of it happened. I won’t believe it did. I’ve been crazy for two days, that’s all.

On Monday morning, Victoria headed in to the office, determinedly clinging to the narrative she was repeating for herself. Last night was fine, I got ready for bed in the bathroom, nothing happened, I didn’t do anything extra, and then I just went to sleep. And when I looked in the mirror this morning after I got up everything seemed fine too, nothing was different or strange, EVERYTHING IS FINE!

She was still repeating thoughts like these when she reached her desk. Then she realized, she’d been so wrapped up in thought that she’d walked right past her secretary’s desk without saying hello.

She peeked her head back out of her office-door, but she saw that Olivia wasn’t at her desk yet; Victoria had beaten her to the office.

That gave Victoria the feeling that things were very unresolved, and so she hovered in the doorway, delaying and delaying the start of her day. She’d start doing things and being productive once she’d seen Olivia, she just needed to see Olivia once and then she’d get on with things. She had a right to do this, there was nothing strange about her doing this... just one glimpse of Olivia and then she’d get to work.

After a few more minutes, Olivia did arrive. As soon as Victoria saw her, she was immediately overcome by her image. So overcome that she missed a few details of it: only certain details stood out to her above the rest, and those details, she fixated on. Olivia’s body looked... good. And it looked different than Victoria ed. Her ass hadn’t always been that big, right? And her hips and thighs hadn’t always been that big either, Victoria was sure they hadn’t been.

Suddenly, Victoria’s mind was trying to reach for something, push through a haze to form a conclusion. But it felt like her head was full of static, all fuzzy, and her thoughts weren’t co-operating with her. There were two facts which needed to go together, two facts which would fit together like two puzzle-pieces, if she could only turn those facts the right way and line them up. But both puzzle-pieces kept slipping between her fingers and falling.

She couldn’t hold on to anything, couldn’t make anything fit together. She was straining her mind to do it, but her thoughts still weren’t co-operating with her. Why were they resisting her? Why were there mental-blocks in her she couldn’t navigate around? But they were there, and she really couldn’t get around them.

She gave up, and just looked at Olivia again. Her body maybe was different, but it sure looked sexy. Victoria stared, unashamed. Stared at those hips, at those thighs... that ass... just stared and stared. Maybe it was even more like she was leering, and maybe she was leering so much she was almost drooling from it...

Victoria had been so caught up looking at Olivia’s body itself that she hadn’t noticed anything else. But now she was able to draw her attention far back enough from that fixation to notice other things too. And next she noticed what Olivia was wearing: she was sure she hadn’t dressed this way before, but now Olivia was very clearly wearing a designer top and a designer skirt, both in a rich azure color. Both pieces looked like quality; since when had Olivia dressed so expensively?

But the clothes looked good on her; the skirt hugged around her hips, hugged around the sides and fronts of her thighs, and hugged especially tightly around Olivia’s ass. It was getting hard to keep herself from staring now... she’d managed to stop briefly, but now it seemed like she was just falling back in to doing the exact same thing.

Olivia stepped behind her desk without even seeming to notice Victoria’s presence in the doorway, which made Victoria’s heart twinge a little. Behind her desk now, though, Olivia was close enough that Victoria was able to smell that she was wearing perfume. It smelled like a high-end perfume, too.

Her mind fixed on that for a second... that perfume... Victoria just wished she could trail Olivia’s skin with her nose, breathing it all in directly from as close to her as possible...

Then Victoria found herself staring at Olivia again. If she was going to keep staring like this and wasting her own time, then she should just lie to Olivia and tell her that she urgently needed a meeting with her. Then Olivia would come into Victoria’s office with her, and Victoria would have plenty of additional time to leer... though hopefully she could do that without being caught.

“Olivia,” she called, having decided on this course of action. “Could you come into my office for a brief meeting?”

Olivia swivelled her chair, and when her eyes met Victoria’s, Olivia smiled. “Sure,” she said. She stood, and walked past Victoria into her office.

Victoria followed after her, and shut the door.

Her eyes drank Victoria in furthering, traveling up and down her, but she thought of something to say which would hopefully justify this meeting. “I won’t be taking any meetings today after this one,” she said, still looking Olivia up and down, up and down... “I’m hoping to prevent my Mistress from making another appearance.” It was fine to mention Mistress to Olivia, she trusted Olivia more than anyone, she could tell her anything, she didn’t want to keep secrets from her. “I’m just not in the right place, mentally, to meet with anyone.”

Everything she’d said had been a reasonable thing to say, and all of it had even been true. But she’d run out of words now, and her eyes still traveled over Olivia’s body...There was something knowing in Olivia’s gaze, Victoria realized, when she noticed it in ing after a moment. That stopped the journeying of Victoria’s gaze for a moment. She was just looking into Olivia’s gaze, looking into that knowingness. Its presence there gave Victoria the feeling that Olivia had noticed the way she was being stared at. Then in the next second, when Olivia smirked, Victoria was sure Olivia had noticed.

Olivia stepped forward then, crossing the distance which had been between them. She was standing in front of Victoria, now. And now she was reaching with her hands. Both of them settled over a breast each, and started kneading through the substantial flesh they found there.

There was a flicker of questioning; then it had been smoothed out of her mind. Olivia was completely trustworthy. Everything she did was always the right thing to do, so it was completely right and proper for Olivia to be manhandling her now.

It was a relief that this had been resolved so easily for Victoria. Now she could just enjoy the way it felt to have Olivia’s hands kneading through her breasts. With every re-gripping of Olivia’s hands, there was a new flush of pleasure inside Victoria’s pussy, and a new pulse of pleasure in Victoria’s nipples.

Her body felt so good, as Olivia went on with what she was doing. It was relaxing to be in a body full of such pleasant sensations. So when Olivia guided Victoria to turn her back to her, going along with it sounded good to Victoria’s relaxed mind.

Now Victoria was facing away from Olivia, Olivia was kneading her in other places too. Kneading deeply into her shoulders, into each blade, and then into the space between them... she reaching so far into her, easing so much ache... Victoria’s eyes had fallen closed, and she was moaning... it was right for her to do it, it was safe for her to respond this way here, Olivia was completely trustworthy... her mind fully believed and accepted that.

Victoria’s hands traveled down Olivia’s back, next; one hand settled over each hip, and kneaded in there. That soothed deep aches too, but it was more complicated for Victoria. She couldn’t why just now, because she was so relaxed, but she... had mixed feelings about her hips, they weren’t something she wanted anyone to notice... but Olivia was giving her pleasure there, and she couldn’t resist it. Olivia was making her hips feel pleasant, easing aches out of them, and that just relaxed Victoria’s mind further... which meant she accepted everything even more... she’d started moaning again.

Then Olivia’s hands had moved again, taken up massaging and kneading into Victoria’s ass. Victoria had similar mixed feelings about her ass, she couldn’t why either... but now Olivia wanted her to take pleasure here and she just had to take it, she was helpless... it felt so good, it was soothing her so much. So relaxing, so pleasurable, so much pleasant sensation coursing all through her... she was just moaning and moaning...

Olivia reached around and re-placed her hands on Victoria’s breasts again. She went back to kneading there, wanting Victoria to take pleasure there, and she was, her breasts were trembling with it, she could feel it in her nipples again... but this time, Olivia was speaking.

“You’re going to delegate some of your responsibilities to me.” Victoria was quieter with her moaning: she wanted to be sure she heard every words that Olivia said. “I know you’ve always been so proud of yourself for managing so many of your tasks yourself. I know you’ve always taken satisfaction from everything you’ve gotten done, but who cares?”

Olivia’s hands were now squeezing so hard it was almost painful; her words were hurtful too.

“It doesn’t matter to me how you feel, and it doesn’t matter to me how happy you were with the way things have been. They aren’t going to be that way anymore, because I’d rather they were a different way now, and that’s the only thing that matters.”

Olivia was right about everything though; she’d said something which had wounded Victoria’s feelings, and she was making her breasts ache now, instead of pleasing them, but... all of these things were what Olivia had decided to do and Olivia was always right about everything. So this was fine too, the way things ought to be.

Olivia’s sudden unkindness had not stopped the pleasure Victoria was feeling though. Nor had it turned Victoria’s mind against her. Victoria still accepted everything... and Victoria was still standing in place and going along with this... and all the pleasure was still happening in her body. Her breasts were still being handled, and even though they were being handled roughly at the moment, that was still putting additional arousal through her. And the ache, the soreness from Victoria’s rougher grip... was pleasant too... an earned soreness... Victoria was almost proud of holding that sensation with her body. It proved that Olivia had been handling her... she wanted every memento of that that she could have.

“So you’ll delegate those responsibilities to me, and that’s it. But since I’ll be doing more, I’ll need to be paid a ton more so that I’m recognized for what I’m doing. I’m too important to take on a ton of tasks without being properly compensated from them.”

Something was wrong with that... Olivia was the one who’d insisted tasks must be delegated to her, and yet she was now demanding greater compensation as if that delegation of tasks hadn’t been her idea. And... Victoria really shouldn’t pay her more, she should stick to the organizational budget for Olivia’s role...

But Olivia was always right about everything, and she’d said this should happen, too. So it should happen then. Olivia would always give her wise advice, and Olivia had just advised her, so she should listen and do as Olivia had instructed her. Olivia was incapable of making a mistake.

“You’re right, Olivia,” Victoria said, as Olivia squeezed her breasts again. As she’d said it, Victoria had heard her own voice wavering. “I’ll make sure your salary is readjusted...”

Then Olivia dropped her hands from Victoria’s body. Victoria was sad to see them go, but that had been another decision of Olivia’s, and all Olivia’s decisions were right, so Victoria understood it had needed to happen.

Then Olivia guided Victoria with her hands again, so she was standing and facing her once more. Olivia raised her hand to her ponytail, pulled it out.

Victoria’s Mistress was there. “You need another trance, Victoria,” Mistress said, dismissively; even a bit disdainfully maybe. The disdain didn’t put Victoria off. It just made her want to crawl. “You need to have everything from Friday put back into your mind over again. Trance for me now,” Mistress concluded, forcefully.

Victoria felt as if she had actually been shoved. Felt like Mistress had knocked her back into a wall, and hurried over her to hold her to that wall by the shoulders. Except she hadn’t pushed Victoria into any wall; she’d shoved her into trance, and now Victoria’s mind felt completely open. She was just waiting for Mistress to tell her what she should believe, just waiting for Mistress to tell her what she should accept. She would accept anything Mistress wanted to. Mistress hadn’t given her the opportunity to crawl, but absorbing whatever Mistress said next would feel almost good as crawling. Maybe it would feel better.

“I’m superior and you’re inferior. Say it back to me.”

Mistress was sneering the words to her; it made Victoria wetter. When she spoke, her tone was whining. “You’re superior and I’m inferior.”

“You’re so inferior that you don’t deserve any nice things.”

Oh, Victoria believed it! She didn’t deserve any nice things. Why had she ever believed she had? She didn’t deserve them, she didn’t deserve anything, she would wait for any crumbs that Mistress would throw her, and she wouldn’t deserve even those crumbs, would only receive them because of her Mistress’ mercy, and then she would be appropriately appreciative in response.

But if Mistress never gave her anything ever again, it would be just what she deserved. Anything more than that, even this trance she was in right now, was just proof of Mistress generosity. Even this trance was more than Victoria had deserved, and yet she had been graced with it... Mistress was so generous... and yet so disdainful and harsh at the same time... that was perfect because it was the way Mistress was. Mistress’ identity bestowed perfection on all her qualities, physical and otherwise... but the perfection just stemmed from who Mistress was... cast that glow over everything... had she seen something similar on Friday? She almost thought she had....

“You’re so inferior that you don’t deserve any nice things,” Mistress said again... the belief seemed to sink further into Victoria, that time, “and it was ridiculous that you ever thought differently. But now that this has been fixed in your mind,” it had, Victoria was so grateful, she was grateful Mistress kept coming into her mind, moving everything around and fixing it, “you understand that you don’t deserve nice things. Only superior people deserve nice things, and I’m superior, also superior to you... I’m superior to you, so I deserve all nice things, but you’re inferior in general, and you’re especially inferior to me, so you don’t deserve everything.”

Things had rearranged themselves in Victoria’s mind now. Before, she’d thought of the concept of “nice things” and always thought, they should belong to me, all to me. But the follow-up thought had been edited. She checked: she considered the concept of “nice things,” and her brain produced a slightly-altered thought in response to her consideration. They should belong to Mistress, all to Mistress.

Thinking that thought had made Victoria so happy.

“You’re inferior,” Mistress emphasized. She was belaboring the point, maybe, but Victoria considered every word her Mistress spoke to be a gift, so she was only grateful to hear what Mistress was saying now. “You’re inferior and you know you’re inferior. That’s why you get off on it when I mistreat you.”

She thought some part of Friday had been like this, though while in trance all her memories were foggier than normal for her. But some part of Friday had been like this... she’d leaning a certain direction of her understanding of things, and then after the fact, Mistress had pushed her the rest of the way into that direction, and clarified everything definitively. That had happened on Friday, even if she couldn’t recall specifics right this second, and it was happening now. She’d been getting wet over Mistress’ disdain and unkindness, leaning in that direction. And now Mistress had shoved her over to topple and collapse in that direction by saying she got off on mistreatment. Her mind had accepted that claim already; it was just true, now.

Everything made sense in retrospect. Of course she’d liked it when Mistress had made her breasts sore, and when Mistress had been harsh to her. She got off on mistreatment!

“You get off on mistreatment because you love being exploited. And whether I’m exploiting you emotionally, or physically, or financially, you love it equally. When I spoke harshly to you, I was exploiting you emotionally, because I knew how much adoration you felt for me, and I knew I could exploit your feelings of iration to the utmost point if I spoke harshly to you. Because then all those harsh words would turn your feelings against you, and force you to confront that you do feel adoration for me, so much that you feel it even when I’m being harsh... which would only make your feelings deepen. I exploited you emotionally, to make your feelings deepen, because that put me in a better position to get what I wanted.

“And if I exploit your body, use it to get what I want, or to get what I want out of it, you’ll love that too. And when I exploited you financially the other day, and made you send me $50,000, when you think of that now, you realize that you loved that as well.”

Victoria realized that in wonder. She had loved that!

“So you love to be exploited by me. You love to be mistreated by me, and you get off on it, and you like it when I go further than that, when I exploit you to get what I want. And when I exploit you to get what I want, you get off on that even more. I exploited you to get what I wanted when I used your feelings against you; I got your feelings for me to intensify, and I wanted that. I’ll exploit your body for everything I want, too, and I’ll exploit your finances the same way. You’ll only get off on all of it. Being exploited by me is so, so sexy to you.”

Mistress had belabored the point about exploitation even more than she had belabored the point about inferiority, and yet somehow, each time she’d repeated herself her argument had only become more compelling, in Victoria’s view. And now she certainly believed what Mistress had just said to her several times more deeply than if Mistress had just made the point once and then let it go. Mistress was so good, so good at all of this, she knew how to make Victoria exactly what she wanted her to be, and she was making Victoria into that so skillfully. Victoria was only grateful; she loved her Mistress and wanted her to have everything that she wanted, including a Victoria who matched what Mistress thought she should be.

“Now let me hear it from you, again and again. It’s right for me to exploit you however I want to. It’s right for me to exploit you and get everything I want out of you.” Obedience seemed like something which was forming into a habit for Victoria, after Friday. Mistress hadn’t given her much opportunity to obey so far today, but here was a chance now, and as soon as she jumped for that chance, she felt like she was habituating herself obedience more and more.

“It’s right for you to exploit me however you want, and get everything you want out of me.”

She’d said it, which meant she’d obeyed. Her body understood how to respond to his; as soon as she had given her obedience, it flooded her pussy with arousal, sending it spilling out of her, and it illuminated her breasts with arousal, too.

“It’s right for you to exploit me however you and get everything you want out of me.” More obedience, more pleasure. Her pussy leaked more, her breasts shone brighter in the feeling.

“It’s right for you to exploit me however you want and get everything you want out of me.” She’d panted as she’d said it that time, but she’d still managed to say it, which meant her body rewarded her with more pleasure again. She wondered for a moment if repeating herself enough times was going to cause an orgasm in her, but then she realized that Mistress would never let that happen. Her body wouldn’t let it happen, either. It understood it belonged to Mistress. It wouldn’t release any orgasms unless told.

“It’s right for you to—”

“You love being exploited by me however I’m doing it,” Mistress interrupted, and Victoria immediately fell silent. She understood Mistress wanted her to listen again, as she’d been listening before (she’d been listening so much, today...), and so she listened. But doing that was obedience, too... so more pleasure happened inside her as a reward again...

“So you love being exploited financially as well. You love sending me money, and watching all your great financial reserves dwindle.”

Something in Victoria tried to bristle. She’d saved so much money... she had so much of it sitting around, in all her various s... so much of it just strewn around across her financial landscape. It was so much money that she probably could never have spent it even across her entire lifetime. It was such an amount that it could have withstood many multi-year extravagant purchases... even if Mistress had asked to have the $50,000 amount from Friday as a weekly stipend long-term, Victoria’s overall wealth would have been fine, unaffected by that.

But Mistress had said she wanted to exploit Victoria for everything that she wanted. That hadn’t made it sound like she was just going to ask for a stipend Victoria’s wealth could bear. If Mistress really wanted everything that she could get out of Victoria, if she was going to ask for exponentially-rising amounts, if eventually she was going to ask for seven-figure transfers and eight-figure transfers, then Victoria’s wealth wouldn’t be able to provide for that. If all that happened, eventually Victoria’s wealth would dwindle, and be gone.

She didn’t want her wealth gone... she wanted it there, for years and years, for the rest of her life, and her wife’s life, wanted it there to provide for both of them...

But Mistress had just told Victoria that she loved to see her great financial reserves dwindle. And it was impossible to disbelieve anything Mistress ever told her. Accepting everything Mistress told her was another way of obeying, and every way of obeying meant pleasure-rewards, and Victoria was already so desperate for pleasure-rewards, only wanted more of them. So she had to obey, had to accept, had to believe...

She loved to send Mistress money, and watch her financial reserves dwindle. An almost-orgasmic clench traveled through her body; it just wasn’t quite one, because it didn’t lead to any others, it had just been one solitary throb. She’d accepted the belief Mistress had wanted her to accept, and so her body had rewarded her.

But if she let Mistress see that she’d accepted that belief, that would mean she’d obeyed one additional time more, which would mean she’d get a further pleasure-reward beyond the one she’d already gotten. She wanted a further pleasure-reward...

Maybe someday she wouldn’t even care about pleasure-rewards, though... maybe someday she would want to obey Mistress just for its own sake.

For now, though, she would seek her pleasure-reward. “I love sending you money, Mistress,” she confessed. She actually jerked once, in response to the singular pleasure-convulsion which traveled through her that time. “I love watching my savings dwindle.”

She loved watching her savings dwindle (throb), she loved watching her savings dwindle... every time she thought it now, she thought she heard a phantom-end to that phrase, though it had never been spoken: down to nothing... it was the opposite of what she wanted to see happen, but if Mistress said it to her she would have to obey, and believe...

Mistress nodded in approval. “You love watching your savings dwindle. You can’t help yourself. You’re my paypig. You exist only to send money to me, you don’t need to keep any money for yourself or use it for yourself, you only need to step past your wants and needs and give me everything, send me everything I want you to send without ever once considering your own well-being. Even if you were in dire financial-straits and somehow a bit of money came through for you, you’d send it to me immediately and leave yourself to suffer, even suffer catastrophe. Because you know your greatest purpose in life is to send money to me, and you just have to do that compulsively. You’re my paypig.”

Mistress had told her something, which meant Mistress was asking her to believe it. And believing this would be very destructive, might even have consequences for her wife’s well-being, which, apart from the infidelity, she had always tried to see to...

And yet believe this would also be obedience. She thought of the pleasure-rewards, felt the phantom of another singular pleasure-convulsion traveling through her.

She needed to obey. Doing it was actually a literal need that she had now.

“Sending you money is my purpose, I have to do it, I can’t help myself. I’m your paypig.”

The pleasure-convulsion she’d felt the ghost of before traveled through her now. It was even better than she had anticipated it being.

Mistress seemed satisfied with the point they’d reached, for the moment. The intentness of her focus seemed to relent, a bit. She relaxed slightly, and then gestured with her hand. “You can go and sit behind your desk again.”

That was right, she’d been standing in front of Mistress this entire time... she’d come in here, and shut the door, and found Mistress in her office... then she had never moved out of that position, had forgotten she was even in it; she’d been too caught up in her trance, too caught up in Mistress’ presence to notice.

Now, though, she’d noticed because Mistress had called her attention to it. And now as she walked over to sit behind her desk, she was obeying, so her pussy throbbed with every step, and once she was seated, it gave her one definitive pleasure-convulsion as a reward.

She had her chair turned to the side, as it had been on Friday. Mistress again came to stand in front of her.

“You’re going to arouse yourself on each thing I tell you next,” Mistress informed her. It was just what was going to happen, Victoria had already accepted it... Mistress saying that had almost been like a bying, like she’d been giving instructions to Victoria’s body and ignoring Victoria’s mind, ignoring her soul. “Each successive thing I say will work you up more and more, until you’re just full of desperate pent-up energy that drives you wild with discomfort but seems like it can never be alleviated...”

That had counted as a first statement in that series of arousing-statements which Mistress had previously announced, though, so Victoria’s body had already turned itself on more just from hearing it.

“I exploited you emotionally today, with my cruelty, and made your feelings for me stronger.” Victoria’s arousal wound itself tighter, inside. “And I exploited you financially on Friday, by commanding you to send me that $50,000.” Victoria’s arousal wound itself tighter again. “But I’ve been exploiting you physically all weekend, too.” Her arousal wound itself tighter once again; it was wound so tightly inside her that she was thrumming with it, trembling from the intensity of it. That had happened, even if she hadn’t quite understood Mistress’ meaning, that time.

Mistress pulled the medallion out from her top, letting it hang, and she set a hand against it. “It has supernatural abilities, because it’s only an extension of my power, and my power is irrefutable, it cannot be constrained or limited even by natural means or laws... so neither can this.”

Her arousal had just wound tighter again. She felt like she was drowning in it, her back so ramrod straight because she was only just managing to get her face above the surface... she needed to keep her face above the surface just so she could just once plead... speak, and it would be heard instead of swallowed by the water...

“And so I exploited your body; I wanted to get wider hips, a bigger ass, a higher height, and thicker thighs out of it, so that was what I did. Through the amulet, my power took those attributes from you and gave them to me. And now they’re mine, just as I wanted.”

It was the latest thing Mistress had said, in her series of statements, so that made it the most arousing thing Victoria had heard so far. Hearing it had been maddeningly arousing, her entire body was shaking in her chair, she could feel the sweat that ran along her skin, she could feel the way every muscle quaked, wanting to clench inwards, her whole body wanting to clench inwards around a release, but it would never happen unless Mistress permitted her an orgasm... and she thought of what Mistress had been telling her at first. She didn’t deserve anything, not even an orgasm, Mistress could make it so she never had one ever again in her life and she would truly deserve that... if she ever had an orgasm again, it would be thanks to Mistress’ mercy... and she didn’t know if Mistress was feeling inclined to be merciful...

So she could only tremble in her arousal now. She’d noticed the changes in her own body, and feared them... and her mind had noticed changes... to someone else’s body, and had tried to put an understanding together. But it hadn’t been allowed to; she was only allowed to understand this now because Mistress was permitting.

She fully looked at Mistress’ body, though... saw the wideness of her hips... and Mistress had turned to stand in profile, so Victoria was also seeing the largeness of her ass.... seeing the additional two inches of height, seeing the thickness of Mistress’ thighs. All those extra inches she had everywhere, they had been on Victoria’s body once. But Mistress had taken them, and they were on her body now. Mistress had exploited Victoria’s body; taken inches from it in all those different places, and claimed them for herself. Because doing that had given her what she’d wanted.

It was driving Victoria wild with the need to cum. And she still might never be permitted to do that...

“I’m exploiting you financially, and stealing your wealth away from you,” Mistress said, and Victoria’s arousal grew still worse. “But I’m exploiting you physically too, and stealing inches and inches away from you that you were once endowed with.” And her arousal worsened again. Mistress gave her mean smile, over her shoulder. “I’ve stolen your curves, Victoria.”

The flaring of pleasure that had happened inside had been a searing one. She ed standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself from the waist down and seeing that her body just ran in a continuous line from her waist to the end of her legs. There had been curves there once, she’d known that even when she’d been looking in the mirror... but she understood now. She’d had curves once, but Mistress had exploited her and taken those curves for herself.

Now Victoria didn’t have them anymore— and Mistress did.

The arousal was still just coursing and coursing through her; she still felt in her pussy, and felt it spilling from her pussy. She still felt it in her breasts, felt her nipples straining through the fabric of her shirt. That was right, she hadn’t worn a bra today. Why hadn’t she? She’d shown up and told Olivia she didn’t want to see anyone, she’d shown up and tried to prevent any additional meetings with her Mistress from taking place, and she’d had the intention of doing so even while she’d been getting ready at home.

But leaving her bra off had belied that intention... she hadn’t reflected closely on that fact she was doing it at the time, let alone why she was, but it had been as though she’d secretly wanted there to be another meeting with her Mistress, as though she had wanted her Mistress to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She’d left it off just for her, then sworn she didn’t want to see her. But Mistress had come anyway, it had been impossible to defy her even in a way so small. Mistress was still here, Victoria had just gone along with everything...

And now the exact thing she had secretly hoped for was happening. Mistress’ gaze had fallen to her breasts... Victoria thought she could feel it burning, where it had settled over her nipples. And as Mistress kept her gaze there, a smirk spread her lips apart. “You little slut,” she said, as if realizing Victoria was had been so amusing for her. “You’ve gotten yourself all worked up over this. Drenching your pussy wet, I bet... and straining your nipples hard, as I can see. Getting off on the thought of being exploited by me, getting off on knowing I took your curves for myself, took them from you. You’re a pervert, Victoria.”

Another singular orgasmic-convulsion traveled through Victoria’s body. Mistress was doing so many things to her at once, it was just so overwhelming...

The most significant point here was that Mistress was being unfair. She was the one who had told Victoria’s body it must arouse itself on each successive thing she said... Victoria had had no control over that, it hadn’t been her fault.

And yet Mistress was turning that back around on her, acting as though it were her fault, blaming her. Mistress was... exploiting her emotionally again. Knowing the adoration Victoria felt for her, and knowing that no matter what cruelty she was subjected to by her Mistress, Victoria would still feel that same level of adoration. Knowing the only thing which would happen in response to her cruelty would be the deepening of Victoria’s feelings.

But Mistress had exploited Victoria again, as she had done before... for the same reason... she wanted Victoria’s feelings deeper. And now they’d further deepened... she adored Mistress even more than she had before. Mistress had exploited her to make her feelings deeper, knowing she could use what was already there, spur it with unkindness to force it to make more of itself... and it had all happened as anticipated, because Victoria was just that pathetically manipulable in Mistress’ hands.

So Mistress had exploited her, but she loved being exploited by Mistress, and got off on it... that was what had caused the orgasmic-convulsion, that was what now still caused the further sense of heightened, racing arousal. Her arousal had not had that racing quality to it, before...

Mistress had also mistreated her... and she got off on that too... Mistress had mistreated her with that cruelty, that harsh blaming and name-calling, and Victoria got off on Mistress’ mistreatment. But Mistress had been doing two things at once, mistreating her in order to exploit her, doing one thing which set Victoria off in order to accomplish a second thing which set her off... seeing it had been like getting off twice-over... Mistress was so skilled, so good at doing this, Mistress was making Victoria into exactly the Victoria Mistress wanted her to be, it was so unbearably arousing...

And Mistress had stolen her curves. Because Mistress was superior, and Victoria was inferior. Victoria was inferior, which was the reason why Mistress was able to exploit her, take everything of Victoria’s that she wanted. If Victoria had been strong, if she’d been superior herself, she never would have been exploitable... but now any time she looked at Mistress, saw Mistress’ curves, she would see the evidence of her inferiority staring back at her there. Mistress had wanted and had taken her curves, and she’d only been able to do so because she was a superior person.

If she hadn’t been a superior person, if Victoria hadn’t been inferior, she would have been able to hang on to what was hers, but she hadn’t... she looked at Mistress’ curves again now... they only made her see how superior Mistress was, how inferior she herself was. It would always be like this now... a permanent reminder... Mistress’ superiority was a burning truth in her mind, now.

Mistress turned, now, so her back was to Victoria. She reached down, and unzipped her skirt at the side, letting so much designer-material fall the floor as if it were nothing. Not treating it like the treasured possession she must take careful care of, knowing nothing like it would come to replace it if it got damaged in some way. No, she was acting like someone who knew there was always going to be money. Acting like she had the luxury of being able to run through designer clothes and replace them without blinking. Fair enough, why shouldn’t she act that way? Mistress always would be able to replace designer items with designer replacements. For Mistress, there would always be money— Victoria’s money.

Once she’d kicked her fallen-skirt aside, again as if it wouldn’t meaningfully cost her to destroy it, Mistress shoved her panties down too, letting them go the way her skirt had. Victoria had only seen them for a second, but they too had seemed to be high-end, high-end lingerie, this time. But Mistress was again treating them as if she could replace them without thinking, and once they were at her feet, she kicked them after her skirt.

Then Mistress walked backward, apparently having perfectly gauged the number of steps she would need to take. The image was a striking one... once Mistress’ body had been exposed, Victoria’s eyes had only been on Mistress’ as, so as Mistress had approached, it had looked like Mistress’ ass was growing and growing and growing. As if right that second, Victoria’s own ass had been shrinking and shrinking and shrinking, as if it had been deflating underneath her, causing her to shrink in her chair...

That could happen, Mistress could make it happen... and seeing Mistress’ ass grow, though this time only by illusion, had seemed to make her certainty in Mistress’ superiority grow in Victoria’s mind, too. Seeing Mistress ass forced her to ... she was inferior, and that was why the shape of her ass had been taken from her... each bit that Mistress had drawn closer to her had confronted her with that reality more starkly, and realizing Mistress’ superiority had only turned her on more, because Mistress making that demonstration for her... was another example of mistreatment bringing about exploitation... another chance to get off twice-over, and that had just happened...

So now Mistress’ large ass was in her face, because Mistress had partly bent forward, to make it jut out... and Victoria was much more turned on than she had been before.

Her ass was there and the image of it was there... her knowledge of Mistress’ superiority was throbbing in her mind, mistreating her (it hurt, it was cruelty for Mistress to show off her ass) to exploit her (now she adored Mistress even more than she had before)... and all of it had turned her on twice-over, in that stacked way, again.

Victoria seemed to have lost control of herself... had perhaps already been driven mad by the depth of her own lust, but she didn’t think before she did it. She reached out with her hand to touch that lovely round ass... hadn’t she thought something like this on Friday? The best thing would be to touch a part of Mistress, any part of her... and if Victoria could only touch this part of her....

She realized Mistress must have been watching her back over the shoulder when she felt Mistress’ hand slap her own away with a sting. “You’re an idiot for even thinking about doing that.”

But she hadn’t thought at all... it had just been automatic impulse, her body deciding for her... the way Mistress had been, in some ways, training her to do. Mistress was blaming her again... mistreating her... she felt a new burst of pleasure tear through her, and in its wake, she had only come to adore her Mistress further... Mistress had just exploited her to make her feelings deepen again...

“You’ll have to ask politely if you want anything nice.” Because she didn’t deserve nice things. That belief was still in her too, had maybe just carved itself deeper... if she received nothing for the rest of her life that would be what she deserved. If Mistress gave her anything it would be out of mercy... but what Mistress had said there had indicated she might be willing to show that mercy.

“Let me touch your ass,” Victoria pleaded. “Please, touching you would be the best thing, and touching your ass would be so, so good. Please.”

Mistress clicked her tongue. “Sorry, slut, you weren’t sincere enough.”

Slut. Oh god Mistress had just mistreated her again.. exploitation which deepened her feelings, there was the second burst of pleasure to double over the first... her feelings were deeper again.

Now Mistress was shimmying in Victoria’s face, her ass swaying beautifully from side to side, looking even more appealing for moving so languidly. Mistress was demonstrating... the certainty of Mistress’ superiority further cemented itself, which mistreated Victoria, which exploited her... her arousal had increased again.

“Let me touch it, let me touch it,” Victoria chanted. “LET ME TOUCH IT!” Her voice had sounded like that of someone unhinged, around the request, that time.

“If you want to touch it, you’ll have to degrade yourself to do so.” Oh god yes... not just being mistreated by Mistress, but being forced by Mistress to mistreat herself...

“You’ll only be touching my ass to kiss it. A kiss is the only kind of ass-touch you’ll ever be allowed to give me. But if you do kiss my ass, because you’re that desperate to touch it, and that willing to degrade yourself, then as soon as you’ve done it, you’ll find yourself cumming brutally hard.” Oh, there was a chance for her to have an orgasm after all! There was a chance for her to have an orgasm when she was so hopelessly worked up, needed release so badly. Mistress was so generous... she was willing to show Victoria mercy!

“If you kiss my ass, though,” Mistress continued, “that will mean you’ve accepted that you belong beneath me. That it is your rightful place to be lower than I am. It will mean that you’ve accepted you truly are inferior. And I know you think you’ve been obedient to me thus far. But you have no idea... the level of obedience it will shove you down to, if you accept all that. You’ll be so obedient at that point that your obedience will just be... well, absolute.”

Absolute obedience. Obedience was reward, and all her rewards were always pleasure, so even considering that concept put a new flooding of arousal through her. And her mind had believed everything had just said, which meant she’d already obeyed, so there was the second wave of pleasure for that. But...

She was not absolutely obedient yet. There was still... a bit of reluctance in her. A desire to want to pause. She couldn’t... be angry at Mistress for what she’d done so far, and she couldn’t lament her own decline. But she could... recognize how quickly things had moved. Mistress had only become her Mistress on Friday; then she’d spent the whole weekend stealing from Victoria’s body, and now she already had Victoria teetering on the precipice of... “absolute obedience,” (Victoria shuddered again)...

If Victoria gave in and went along now, even this sense of hesitance would be gone. Mistress would be able to fully exploit her in any and every way she wanted. Victoria wouldn’t even be able to pretend to herself that there were any guardrails left. Right now, as long as she could still hesitate, she could pretend that guardrails remained, could imagine defying Mistress’ control (though that was getting harder and harder to do, given all Mistress had taught her so far).

She didn’t want to face the fact that the guardrails were already gone, that she was careening about in a car which might veer over a cliff at any time... if she gave in she would have to face that...

And she should think of her wife. Victoria should resist for her wife... if Mistress had unfettered ability to exploit Victoria, that would hurt her wife too...

That thought had bought her one further second. But even the thought of her wife had not been enough. She was never going to be able to defy Mistress... she’d welcomed all her new beliefs too deeply.

She leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to the center of Mistress’ right asscheek.

Immediately, an orgasm tore through her... it tore through her more violently even than the bursts of pleasure had done it before. She was thrown back in her chair, nearly tipping her chair over backward. All she could do was collapse against her chair’s backrest, and clench and clench and clench. All that tension, so much tension that she’d built up, that Mistress had built up in her... all of it just flowed and flowed out of her, like the rivulets of arousal gushed out and out of her... within her shaking vision, which shook because of the force with which her entire body was jerking, she saw Mistress... picking up her panties, picking up her skirt, dressing herself again... then walking out of Victoria’s view.

Victoria was cumming too hard to turn the chair and follow her, but after a moment she heard the door to her office shut, and she knew Mistress had left the room.

The orgasm kept hold of her for some minutes. But as soon as it was over, Victoria reached under her clothes and started strumming her pussy, hard. She swivelled her chair around, to face her desk, picking her phone up with the hand she was not using.

Then the strumming on her pussy distracted her. She dropped her phone between her legs, and her other hand sought her right breast, kneading it with heaving pulls.

She was doing the two things in synchronization with each other, pulling her breast forward until her pussy was too distracting to ignore, then strumming it until her breast was too distracting to ignore. And then she was giving herself a free-for-all of stimulation, working her breast and pussy together at the same time, the only thought in her mind Mistress, Mistress, MISTRESS...

She was close to cumming now. But she knew what she needed to do if she wanted to have an orgasm while she was alone. She was Mistress’ paypig, there was only one way, now, that she ever could have brought her own orgasm about without Mistress’ explicit permission. And it would work, she was sure it would work... she wanted to cum so badly... she would be stuck at this plateau forever if she didn’t do this, she was sure. But she would do it, and so she would get to come.

She stopped roughing up her own breast, and with that hand retrieved her phone from between her legs.

She unlocked it, and opened her banking-app up. She selected Mistress’ bank and set up a transfer for $150,000 this time. When she hit send, the orgasm immediately overtook her; this time, the chair did go over.

She lay on the back of the chair, against the floor, cumming and cumming.