The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Avani Rao’s anxious personal assistant peeked her head in through the door of Avani’s luxurious home office.

“You have a call on line one, Ms. Rao.”

Avani didn’t look up from the tablet she was swiping through. She sighed.

“I was very clear, Jen. I’m going through proofs of the Lisbon shoot all afternoon. No interruptions.” She stabbed a slim finger at one of the images on her tablet and used a stylus to scribble a note over it, concentrating intensely.

“It’s ummm… It’s your father, Ms. Rao.” said the wincing assistant, whose name was not Jen, but knew better than to bring that up right now.

This finally caused Avani to look up from her work, precisely groomed eyebrows raised in disbelief over her luminous brown eyes. She didn’t understand what the pathetic old man could want.

She sighed and placed the tablet down with a click. “Fine. I’m taking the call.” She waved dismissively, and her assistant scurried away, thankful for avoiding Ms. Rao’s wrath this time.

Avani picked up the phone and swiveled her chair to face the glass wall. Viewing the busy city always calmed her. Maybe it would give her the patience to deal with Arnav.

“This is Avani Rao,” she said with dry weariness.

“Avi! So good to hear your voice! How have you been?” The deep, rich voice of her father seemed to pour like honey from the headset.

“I’m perfectly well, Arnav,” Avani said in a voice just barely on the right side of politeness, “What is this call regarding?”

“Well my dear, there are just a few things that I am concerned about…” began her father in a wounded voice, clearly upset that she hadn’t asked him how he was doing. Avani rubbed a temple and cut him off. She didn’t have time for his roundabout blathering nonsense today. “I have a busy schedule today, Mr. Rao. What are your concerns? Briefly.”

“Well, I was talking to your mother, and…”

“No!” Avani’s voice shot out like a whip. Her hand instinctively slapped down on her desk, hard enough for her to feel the sting.

“No.” She continued in a cold voice, “Never refer to that woman as my mother. You disgraced yourself and our whole family when you married her. She is barely ten years older than me, and decades younger than you.”

“Ok, fine Avi, fine,” said the old fool placatingly, “I understand how you feel. But that is one of my concerns. I would like you to call a truce with your m—... with Madeline. You’ve made your opinion about her overly clear to the public, and she is beginning to feel some… social consequences from that. Please, daughter, for me. Can you just... I don’t know, you know more about PR than me… take her for breakfast or something? Show that while you don’t like her, you are willing to tolerate her?”

“But that’s the thing,” said Avani tonelessly, keeping her smoldering rage on a short leash, “I’m not willing to tolerate her. My brand is important to me, Arnav, and I won’t be tied to that gold-digging slut in any way. When she inevitably embarrasses and leaves you, my choice to keep her at arm’s length will pay off handsomely.”

“But, Avi…”

“Enough, Mr. Rao. That’s my final word on the matter. I don’t want to hear about this issue from you again. You said you had concerns. What else?” Snapped Avani.

“My people tell me that… well I don’t know how to put this… they are under the impression that you might be working against my interests with some of the board of Rao Electronics.”

Avani massaged her forehead. This idiot had better not be giving her wrinkles. At 24, Avani was in her prime, but it was never too early to head off signs of aging. She couldn’t believe that anyone, even Arnav, would be stupid enough to just bring up their concerns directly to the person that they suspected of plotting against them.

“It is the board’s official position that you have their full confidence. As a member of the board, I that official position without reservations.” Said Avani in a glossy, fake PR voice.

“Please, Avi. I don’t know why it has to be this way between us. I a sweet little girl who was always trying to please her Daddy. Why can’t we…”

Avani hung up on him. Another crass attempt at emotional manipulation. Her father was a slow learner if he hadn’t yet realized that he had no influence over her at all anymore. No one could influence Avani once she had decided on a course of action.

Madeline and Arnav. In many ways, they were made for each other. Avani picked up her tablet and scrolled through the endless photos of herself again, pausing occasionally to write notes. Well, she would be rid of Madeline soon. Her father would take a few more months, but he would be dealt with as well. She was the one with her hands firmly on the reins in this family, and she would make sure those two would never forget it.

Avani gritted her teeth. All of this stress and pressure from work… what she really needed was to get laid. The problem was finding someone of suitable status to date that wouldn’t land her in the tabloids. The press sexualized her enough without those perverts speculating about what she was doing in bed with a man. She had been trying to find the perfect candidate for weeks. That older music producer would probably be good in bed… but her plan to negotiate a relationship wasn’t ready yet. It would be another quick, joyless vibrator session tonight before bed. She stabbed a finger at a displeasing photo and wrote a bitchy comment over it for the photographer. She would just have to shove down her sexual frustrations deep inside like she did with most of her other feelings.

Faria stepped out of her private car into a rainy, cold afternoon, smoothly accepting the umbrella handed to her by her driver. Even the terrible weather couldn’t ruin the tastefully designed landscaping and grounds of the estate, and Faria had to ire the elegant architecture of the main house as well. She had always been under the impression that Arnav Rao was a tasteless, new-money billionaire. But if he was, his new wife Madeline must have been a good influence on him: Faria understood that she was responsible for the design decisions for their new abode.

Madeline herself stood in the entryway with a welcoming smile. Faria hurried inside, to accept a kiss on the cheek as a greeting from her hostess. Faria was instantly struck by Madeline. She had a curvy, voluptuous body that seemed ready to burst out of any clothes that confined it, even the fashionable dress she was wearing currently. Her rosy lips always seemed to be kinked up into a mischievous smile, even at the most innocent of times. Even now, with her shining blond hair in a sensible bob, modestly dressed, and casually welcoming a guest for a business meeting, the woman gave off waves of confident feminine sexual energy. Faria found it delightful and intoxicating.

They settled themselves in a large, tastefully decorated sitting room, and Faria accepted a cocktail, making small talk before their meeting began. It wasn’t every day that she had the opportunity to converse (and lightly flirt) with a beautiful, charming woman. Most of her clients tended to be sexually frustrated men.

“You know, Mrs. Rao, you are very special,” said Faria with a wink, “I usually don’t make house calls. I make most of my potential clients come crawling to me.”

“That was always my policy too, Miss Faria,” Said Madeline, grinning widely as she returned the wink with interest. Both women laughed with genuine amusement, two kindred spirits. Faria thought Madeline was lovely company. Maybe she would reach out in a personal capacity later and see if Mrs. Rao was interested in dinner. In Faria’s experience, many husbands, far from being jealous, were…enthusiastic to see their wives experiment with dating women on the side. It was worth a try. Madeline, with her tempting curves and wicked eyes, was exactly the type of woman that Faria would have collected, back in the days before she had sworn off using her power for herself. It had been the right decision, but it wasn’t always easy denying herself.

“But really, I’m glad you made an exception,” said Madeline, reaching out to put a hand on Faria’s knee. “I’m not quite high profile enough for the front page of the gossip rags, but you never know when the paparazzi might be watching.” Faria’s skin tingled warmly from Madeline’s soft touch. Hey now, she thought playfully, I’m the one who does the manipulation, Mrs. Rao.

“Not a problem at all, Mrs. Rao. Actually, may I call you Madeline?”

“Of course! I feel like I’ve known you for years, dear.”

“Well then Madeline, let’s get straight to business,” said Faria, setting her glass down with a click on the low table. “Please, tell me more about the situation that is troubling you.”

Madeline sighed as though she didn’t know where to begin, but pulled herself together and began her explanation.

“Well, I don’t spread this information around, but I used to provide certain services to…” Madeline gave Faria a lopsided smile, “You know what? We are both big girls, Faria. I’ll be blunt with you. I was a dominatrix before I met Arnav. That is, in fact, how I met him.”

Faria nodded. She had known, of course. Faria moved in circles that knew about high-class dominatrix services that catered to the rich and famous. Madeline had been well known in those circles. Very positive reviews.

“Many sex workers try to maintain emotional distance, but doing so isn’t possible if you want to truly dominate someone. I’m sure you know what I mean, in your line of work.”

Faria nodded, attention rapt on Madeline.

“Long story short, we fell in love. You can doubt me if you want. I it that from the outside, the situation seems like a textbook case of a younger gold digger with an old pervert billionaire. I’ve given up convincing other people, I know what is in my heart.” Madeline pressed a hand to her impressive chest with a wistful look in her eyes. Faria wasn’t sure if Madeline was truly sincere, or just a fantastic actress, but for her purposes, it hardly mattered.

“We got married a little over a year ago, and we were happy together. But then…” Madeline’s face clouded over.

“Then Avani got involved,” Said Faria sympathetically.

“Bingo,” replied Madeline bitterly, draining her glass.

Avani Rao. A name that you could read about equally as often in Cosmopolitan and Forbes. Model, influencer, fashion icon, entrepreneur, cutthroat corporate shark. All of it was accomplished under the age of thirty. She had gotten her start due to the influence of her father’s fortune, but no one would argue that she had coasted. Success and power seemed to follow her around like loyal pets.

And it seemed that she had turned her considerate talents towards opposing her new stepmother.

“My services were never available for… public consumption, but I did create videos at times for clients who weren’t able to meet with me in person,” explained Mrs. Rao delicately.

“And Avani got a hold of some of those videos,” guessed Faria.

“Precisely,” said Madeline glumly. “Some of the things I said in those videos made sense in the context of my relationship with that client, but would be… confronting to an average person. And that’s not to mention what I was wearing.”

“I see the issue,” said Faria sympathetically. It wasn’t a problem she would ever have personally, but for someone without her abilities, something like this was a real risk. “So what is she blackmailing you to do?”

“Avani is insisting that I divorce her father. She’s unwilling to negotiate at all, or even discuss the issue. Simply an ultimatum. If those videos are released, it would cause a terrible scandal. I can’t put Arnie through that, he’s had enough scandal for one lifetime.”

Faria had done enough background research to know what she was referring to. Arnav Rao’s divorce from his first wife had been a bitter, messy ordeal that involved large amounts of mudslinging in the press. She understood why Madeline would be anxious to avoid bringing her husband further scrutiny.

“I think I understand your objections to the potential target,” Said Faria, nodding. “Do you have a photograph of the woman in question?”

In this particular case, the question bordered on absurdity. Avani Rao was photographed for a living, and there were thousands of images of her available online. Madeline, however, opened a nearby folder without objections and slid a glossy photo across the table to Faria.

Madeline had chosen well. The photo was a candid shot, likely taken during a meeting of the corporate board Avani was a member of. Avani sat back in her chair, her striking caramel eyes glancing sidelong at whoever was speaking. Even here, away from the fashion photographers, her raven hair was styled in a perfect glossy wave, and her cinnamon skin was flawless and glowing. She had a perfect, precise beauty that clearly required hours of effort and huge sums of money to maintain. Her beauty wasn’t even spoiled by the look of smug superiority on her beautiful face. Her expression spoke of a towering ego and a complete lack of respect towards whoever she was looking at.

“This photo was taken while Arnav was addressing the board,” said Madeline quietly, her eyes shooting daggers at the photo, “It didn’t meet Avani’s standards for publication.”

Probably because it accurately represented her, reflected Faria, eyes still captivated by the image of arrogant feminine perfection in front of her.

She looked up into Madeline’s intense blue eyes. “The proposed target presents…unique challenges in this case. Avani is a naturally dominant person. If she has a submissive streak, it’s buried under a lifetime of scar tissue and battle armor. In my professional opinion, Avani Rao is likely to resist my techniques. I would probably refuse this request immediately if I wasn’t confident that you possessed the skills necessary to accomplish a difficult training and conditioning process after the initial programming is complete. Regardless, if I were to accept this project, the price would be quite high.”

“Money is no object,” replied Madeline with cool confidence, “name your price.”

“Five hundred thousand dollars.”

If the figure shocked Madeline, she gave no indication of it, simply saying smoothly: “An amount that large will require a signature from Arnav, but I can have a check couriered to your office at your earliest convenience.”

“One last question, Mrs. Rao,” said Faria, leaning forward and focusing all of her attention on her ravishing hostess, “ How exactly would you like me to hypnotize Avani? What exactly is your desired outcome for your stepdaughter?”

“Ah. Testing the purity of my intentions I see, Miss Faria.” Madeline Rao said in a breezy tone. “But why do I get the feeling you are more interested in a lack of purity?” The confident, curvy woman treated Faria to a crooked, naughty smile that set her heart beating a little faster.

“In my previous line of work, I had to deal with many men and women who thought I was just another prostitute they could fuck,” began Madeline in a low, sultry voice. “Arrogant, entitled people with a deep-seated belief that I was beneath them in every way. Nothing brought me greater satisfaction, morally and sexually, than breaking them down and making them bow to me and acknowledge me as their superior.”

Madeline picked up the photo of Avani and delicately stroked the prideful face of her stepdaughter with one slim finger. “I’ve never met anyone quite as arrogant, stuck-up, and entitled as Avani Rao. She’s on another level completely. Nothing turns me on more than the idea of dragging her off her pedestal and making her kneel at my feet, forcing that little bitch to worship me like the goddess I am. With her words, her tongue, and her tight, perfect body. I want to own Avani, body, mind, and soul, and have her love and hate every moment of it. I want her to look up at me, panting and moaning, and call me Mommy.”

Faria returned Madeline’s smile. Her hostess certainly had a way with words. As difficult as it may be to complete, Madeline made the project sound… stimulating.

“I’ll be in touch.” Said Faria, her mind already working on how to best approach her target.

Faria had never approached a target quite as high profile as Avani Rao, but she had enough of an understanding of her target to know that she would likely only have one shot at ensnaring her. Avani had a dominant, suspicious personality, and would almost certainly resist her control. Faria’s hypnotic voice would have to be pitched precisely to get ironclad control over the young woman on the first try. Anything less would probably get Faria captured by displeased security.

The thorny issue was that Faria needed to know a person as well as she possibly could to ensure perfect control. Not their outward facade, but the real them. Avani’s public presence was purely a facade, carefully stage-managed to present her desired image to the world. Her conversation with Madeline had helped to uncover Avani’s true self, but not enough for Faria to be confident. She needed more…

It was easier than Faria thought it would be to replace Avani’s personal assistant. When Faria had brought up the idea of quitting while using her vocal talent, the young woman had agreed immediately. Faria half suspected that if she had suggested quitting without using her talent at all, it still would have worked. Avani had outsourced hiring for her assistants to an agency, most likely because of the high turnover. So it was easy for Faria to mesmerize a hiring manager into believing she had a stellar resume, and land the job within a week.

With an opportunity to observe Avani’s private life firsthand, Faria was sure she would be able to gather the information that she needed…

Faria pulled into her designated parking spot in the high rise containing Avani Rao’s apartment. She took a deep breath, staring at herself in the rearview mirror, and watched a smile slowly spread across her face.

Today was the day.

The past few weeks had been difficult. Avani had made them that way on purpose.. Days had been taken up with games of sending Faria to pick up files and prints from another office through packed city traffic, then insisting that she had fucked up and gotten the wrong ones. Multiple drinks had been deliberately spilled so that Avani could watch with lidded eyes and a cruel smile as Faria got to her hands and knees to wipe it up. There were endless petty power plays intended to humiliate Faria and put her in what Avani saw as her rightful place.

All of it was good info. Avani was obsessed with her status and power when compared to others. Although Avani wasn’t conscious of it, the satisfaction she gained from putting others down and demonstrating her power was sexual in nature. It was great news for the success of the project. Sexual domination and sexual submission were two sides of the same coin. With care and skill, one could be perverted into the other.

Avani’s obsession with control wasn’t reserved solely for her assistants. She micromanaged and bullied all of her employees, and even those who were, in theory, her equals, like other board . It spoke of a deep insecurity at her core. One that could be exploited.

The last piece of the puzzle was Avani’s isolation. For a woman who considered no one to be her equal, there could be very little companionship. There were other socialites that she would go to lunch with, or attend exclusive nightclubs, but these were carefully scripted PR events, and Avani never spoke with the women outside of that context. Faria’s practiced eye immediately saw that Avani was both deeply horny and deeply sexually repressed; both of which helped to fuel her acidic personality. Faria had overheard a call last night, in which Avani had ionlessly attempted to negotiate a dating relationship with a music producer. Avani was utterly out of touch with her sexual needs, and, despite being a public symbol of female beauty and sensuality, she was, for some reason, deeply afraid of the public knowing anything about her sex life.

Faria had been careful, patient, and thorough. She was now confident that she had what she needed to rewire Avani Rao’s evil little brain.

Faria had picked her day carefully. Avani planned to spend all day looking through proofs in her home office and insisted on no interruptions. It would give Faria an uninterrupted window of 8 hours or so to have the bitch all to herself. Normally, that would be more than enough time, but Faria was taking no chances. Avani would have to be broken like a wild horse.

Before entering the office, Faria ensured all of the staff were gone, and when she finally stepped into Avani’s office, it was with a predatory grin on her face. These few weeks with the nasty socialite had been torture. She was ready to take out her frustration on a very deserving target.

Avani instantly looked up from her work, gorgeous tawny eyes flashing with annoyance, sneering slightly as she took in Faria’s appearance. “You’re late, and also interrupting my work. A new low, even for someone as incompetent as you, Jen.” Avani’s mising of names was, like most things she did, a petty power play, and Faria had learned to ignore it. Not today.

“Please, call me Faria, Avani,” said the mesmerist in a voice as smooth and cold as silk, “I have some important things to discuss with you.”

“Wrong.” Said Avani in a flat, menacing tone. She was wearing her typical chic business wear today, a blazer over a high-collared blouse and a short pencil skirt, both tight enough to subtly highlight her curves without being gauche enough to reveal anything. The look was completed by short-heeled boots, and a done-up hairstyle that was meant to look effortless, but had probably taken a team of hair stylists an hour to get perfect earlier this morning.

“We have nothing to speak about unless I say we do,” continued Avani, her rage over Faria’s unruffled attitude making her go ice cold. “Besides, you have so much work to do that you don’t have time to talk.” Glaring at Faria with her startling eyes, a chilly, cruel look on her face, Avani slowly swept her arm to the side, knocking her half-finished iced coffee to the ground. “Clean it up, Jen.”

Faria glanced down at the puddle of coffee and cream spreading on the floor. She judged that it was a similar color to Avani’s dusky, perfect skin. Perhaps she should get a direct comparison. She looked up at Avani, who was giving her a smug, triumphant look.

“No honey, I think you’re going to clean up your own mess this time.”

Avani’s brows knit together in rage. The young entrepreneur took a deep breath, her icy anger about to explode like a volcano.

Silence, Avani.

Faria’s voice slipped out oddly, with strange emphasis and long slithery vowels. It echoed uncannily in the airy office. Faria’s special talent allowed her to tailor her voice specifically to interfere with the thought patterns of those who heard her.

Avani froze. Comically so. Her eyes were still furious, locked on Faria, her mouth half open to begin yelling.

Faria held her breath. This was the moment of truth when it would become clear if her character analysis had paid off, or if she was going to have to dodge security and hide from an angry, entitled rich girl.

Avani remained perfectly still, like a lovely, coppery statue of an angry goddess. Faria let out her breath and smiled. The immobility probably meant Avani’s mind was fighting hard against her control, but she was obeying the command to be silent. Time to push things further.

Your shirt looks absorbent. Take it off. Wipe up your mess.

Avani remained frozen for just long enough to make Faria nervous, but finally, she began struggling out of her blazer with stiff, jerky motions that broadcast the ferocious war raging inside her mind.

You will answer all my questions with only the truth, and the full truth. Nod if you understand

Avani had finally closed her mouth, but her face was locked in an expression of furious concentration; obviously, she was putting all her effort into fighting Faria’s control. Despite her efforts, her head bobbed up and down in a sharp nod.

Are you blackmailing your mother?

“She’s not my mother,” grunted the young model through gritted, pearly white teeth. She raised two shaking, perfectly manicured hands to fumble with her blouse’s top button.

Faria rolled her eyes. Are you blackmailing Madeline Rao?

“Yes,” snapped Avani, her hands fluttering down to the second button.

Why?

“I’m…in charge…of our family,” sputtered Avani, trying unsuccessfully to hold back the words forcing themselves out of her lips, “she’s a whore…so she… needs to be dealt with.” Her traitorous hands had loosened the third button, exposing a generous view of luscious brown cleavage.

You’re stalling. Remove the shirt. Now. Faria’s impatience could be heard even through the strange tones of her voice.

With a venomous glare at her captor, Avani Rao gripped both sides of her shirt and pulled hard, snapping the rest of the buttons off to clatter on the floor and baring her torso to her assistant.

Faria had to give credit where it was due. Avani’s personal trainer knew what they were doing. Although the breasts concealed by the high-quality, functional-looking black bra were only average size, they looked round and firm. Avani’s flat, toned belly complimented the sweet, rounded curve of her hips in an arresting blend of feminine softness and hard-edged eroticism. It was a crime that Avani Rao gave the world only teasing glimpses of her hot little body without allowing anyone to taste its pleasures in the bedroom. Well, that injustice would be corrected soon If Faria and Madeline got their way.

Faria stripped off the sleeves with sharp, frustrated movements, leaving her in just her bra, shivering slightly, with a look of petulant hatred painted on her face.

Now clean.

Avani slid off of her office chair, knees hitting the floor with an audible clunk. She looked like she was swallowing something sour as she leaned down with the balled-up expensive blouse in her hand and began scrubbing at the puddle of coffee near her desk.

Huh, though Faria with a smile of deep satisfaction, I was wrong: Faria’s skin is just a touch lighter than her milky coffee.

“One last formality, honey.” Said Faria. At the sound of her voice, Avani glared up at her. The sight of the arrogant socialite looking up from her knees, partially stripped, furious but helpless, strands of hair coming loose from her careful hairstyle giving her a slightly disheveled sexiness, gave Faria a white-hot erotic thrill. She wanted to get straight to the programming, but there was an important piece of business first. “By requesting my services to be performed on you, my client has wronged you at least as much as you have wronged them. Therefore I will offer you a chance to escape what is about to happen. The fee charged to my client in this instance was $500,000. If you are willing to double that price, I will offer you the chance to simply walk away, or craft a reversed punishment for her. Are you interested?”

Faria sincerely hoped that Avani didn’t take her up on the offer: as sweet as it would be to work with Avani as a target, Faria had no desire to work with her as a client. But the offer was an important part of Faria’s unusual moral code. This snobby rich girl could afford it, and it would probably be in her best interest, but Faria held out hope that Avani wouldn’t stoop so low as to accept help.

Avani was silent for a moment. “What ‘services’ are you meant to be performing on me?” asked Avani quietly, a considering look on her face.

A fair question. “Hypnotism. Madeline wants to change you to better suit her… desires.”

Avani’s response surprised Faria. The kneeling woman snorted with laughter. Even more shockingly, she began to get to her feet, slowly, with great effort and shaking legs, she managed to fight through Faria’s control and stand eye-to-eye with the mesmerist.

Avani stared with great intensity into Faria’s face for a moment, her large, beautiful eyes captivating Faria despite herself.

Then she spat hard into Faria’s face.

“Hypnotism isn’t real, you dumb bitch!” she snarled, apparently immune to the fact that she was standing shirtless in her own office.

“And if you think the likes of you can influence me in any way,” She said in a low, dangerous voice, “You can kiss my ass.”

Then, her energy for defiance used up, she dropped to her knees and began scrubbing at the puddle once again, her eyes pointed downward, growing dull beneath the weight of Faria’s commands.

Faria carefully wiped the saliva from her face, fighting down a wave of rage. It had been years since anyone under her control had managed anything approaching that level of defiance.

“I’ll that you said that, Avani.” She said quietly to the kneeling woman. “And I will make damn sure that you too when the time comes.”

She clapped her hands.

“Well, the criteria are met. Time to get to the main event. But first,” she said, digging through the bag that she had brought with her, “Let’s get you into something a little more comfortable…”

Faria sat at the seat of power, behind Avani’s desk, feasting her eyes on the woman under her control.

Avani stood, dark with rage, dressed only in the lacy black stockings Faria had brought along, a matching black garter belt, and tall high heels. Faria had told her to let her hair down, and now it hung in sexy, messy waves around her shoulders. Avani’s response to Faria’s instruction to keep all of her intimate areas uncovered was to plant her hands on her hips, making her look like the furious wildcat that she was.

Avani’s revealed nudity certainly didn’t disappoint. Her hand-full-sized breasts were well-proportioned to her petite body. They sat high on her chest, firm and round, with big sensitive-looking nipples that begged to be teased. Her hips and thighs were plump enough to give her body pleasing curves without looking chunky, and her toned, graceful legs were showcased exquisitely by the slutty lingerie Faria had forced her into. Below a tight belly lay a dense but well-groomed patch of midnight-colored public hair and a sweet little pussy that looked tight and smooth: built for milking dick. Avani’s mouthwatering body was made so much sweeter to Faria when contrasted with her defiant, cocked-hip stance and expression of helpless fury.

“Seen enough, pervert?” asked Avani acidly. Faria had considered turning off Avani’s ability to speak, but Faria had already cleared out everyone in the apartment, and hearing Avani protest with her mouth while her body did what Faria wanted was highly amusing. “Only a truly vulgar woman would get off on something like this,” she fumed, her nipples slowly stiffening in the cool office air.

“This pervert hasn’t actually seen enough,” drawled Faria, “there is one asset that I still need to examine. Turn around and bend over.” She had noticed Avani’s fantastic ass from the first day she had started working here. It was the part of Avani’s body everyone online talked about and jerked off to as well. Now was the time to properly enjoy it.

Avani stood right where she was, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead with the effort of resistance. Faria sighed. Avani was going to make every step of this a nightmare. Faria had already instructed Avani to obey any commands she made in her normal speaking voice, but those commands were apparently easier to fight back against. Luckily, degradation would help to break down her resistance, and that dovetailed neatly with Faria’s desires.

Turn around. Bend over. Slurred Faria in her strange voice, adding muscle to her command.

Avani continued to stay still heroically for a few seconds, but finally whirled on her heel and slowly bent at the waist, humiliatingly displaying her delicious ass to her tormenting captor.

It was truly a thing of beauty. It couldn’t accurately be called a fat ass, or even a big ass, but its size and shape were perfectly harmonious with Avani’s tight body. Avani had, wisely in Faria’s opinion, avoided the implant fad, and instead opted to rely on good old-fashioned squats. Her hard work had left her with a tight, ripe peach of a backside that still had enough juicy heft to make you want to sink your fingers in. She probably did all that work just so that her backside would look good while covered in multiple layers of cloth, thought Faria, shaking her head. What a waste.

Faria rose from her seat, causing Avani to crane her neck to the side, comically looking at Faria from around her naked ass. “What are you doing?” She asked, a note of alarm in her voice “Stay back!”

Faria approached, reveling in Avani’s shameful exposure.

“Keep your filthy hands off me, you…you…trash!” Spluttered Avani, still bending over and presenting her butt to Faria’s roaming eyes.

Faria cupped and gripped a lovely brown cheek hungrily, feeling the mix of taught firmness and plush softness. She rubbed a thumb appreciatively over the curve of Avani’s ass, relishing the silky smoothness of her skin.

“Enough foreplay, dear.” Said Faria, while continuing to fondle the ass of her arrogant captive. “I have a few questions. Answer honestly.”

“First question: Why do you play so many games? Why the petty power plays?” Faria reached her other hand out to grab Avani’s other tempting cheek, now standing behind her in doggy-style position. Faria looked down at her hands buried in Avani’s ass cheeks, her tight pussy peeking out below. Avani glared at her over her shoulder, her golden-brown eyes flashing dangerously. It’s a good thing I don’t have a cock, reflected Faria, I might not be able to resist.

“Those ‘games’ aren’t as petty as you think,” growled Avani. “In every social interaction, there is a winner and loser. Winning as often as possible places me at the top of the social order.”

“An interesting viewpoint,” muttered Faria. She dug her fingers deep into Avani’s plump cheeks, drawing out an uncharacteristic whimper from Avani, who was unused to the intimate, invasive feeling of her ass being groped.

“Second question: why do you refuse to meet with Madeline, or negotiate with her?”

“Compromise is weakness.” grunted Avani, her head down, hair hiding her face, “Disrespect sends a message.”

Faria nodded. It made sense if you looked at things from Avani’s twisted point of view.

“One more question for now: have you watched the videos that you are using to blackmail Madeline?”

This caused Avani to look up, her perfect eyebrows raised in surprise. “Why would I?” she asked, her tone genuinely curious, “I have no interest in viewing that whore’s perversions. I got a summary of the contents from the hacker who acquired the materials.”

Faria wanted to spank Avani’s vulnerable ass : it was practically begging for it. But she decided that she should save the privilege of Avani’s first erotic spanking (likely her first spanking ever) for her client. She stepped smoothly away, Avani almost going limp with relief that her ass was being left alone.

“We have enough to get started with our first round of programming,” said Faria confidently. She circled Avani, noting with interest the way her breasts hung from her torso, the way her long, stocking-clad legs trembled slightly with the effort of holding so long in this bent-over position in high heels.

I want you to relax completely. Head empty. No thoughts. Close your eyes and start taking slow, deep, soft breaths

Avani’s eyes closed, and her fierce expression cleared, her new serenity exposing her beauty more clearly.

First, just in case, we will make a copy of your current self. I want you to hide it away, deep inside your mind. It will only come back when you hear me say the word “princess.” Verbally confirm when you are finished.

Avanti stood, calm and silent, still bent at the waist for a solid two minutes, then tonelessly stated: “I’m ready.”

“Now, I’m going to open up that snooty mind of yours and make a few… adjustments. When I speak next, I will be speaking your new thoughts out loud: they will sink into your brain and rewrite your old way of thinking like they were always yours.” Faria planned her next words carefully. Avani’s case would take some delicacy. Her initial changes would need to be innocuous enough that Avani would adjust to them quickly, but significant enough that they would give Madeline leverage for Avani’s training. A tricky needle to thread.

Agreeing to reasonable requests from lesser people is the duty of the upper class.

“—upper class,” Avani repeated the words as she said them in a hoarse whisper, just a second out of sync.

Concessions on minor points are a sign of strength, not weakness.

“—not weakness.”

Respect and politeness shown towards inferior people prove my superiority.

“—my superiority.”

There, those three commands should be enough for Madeline to get her foot in the door and were hopeful phrased in a way that made them elitist enough for Avani’s mind to accept. They were fairly dry though… Ideally, a sexual element would be introduced from the very start. Faria knew just the thing.

It’s important to watch my blackmail materials to understand their content, even though I find them deeply arousing.

Avani repeated the phrase in full, without a ripple on her expression. Interesting, thought Faria, I expected more resistance to that alteration. If her thoughts could accommodate this instruction this easily, maybe the young model was kinkier than Faria or Madeline realized.

Faria snapped her fingers in front of Avani’s face, causing her eyes to snap open, blinking in confusion.

“Straighten up, sweetheart.” Said Faria briskly, “we have a few more rounds of programming, and I have a new pose that I think would look great for you.”

Avani Rao sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Another exhausting day in the life of the young woman who could do it all. She glanced at the clock. 8:30. According to her schedule, it was quitting time. But she could go for another couple hours. What would she do if she stopped working anyway? Eat a flavorless meal recommended by her nutritionist? Watch a TV show she barely cared about? Break out her vibrator? The last one was at least somewhat tempting: her sexual frustration had built to insane levels lately for reasons she didn’t understand. But masturbation had lost its savor lately. She needed a human touch, and soon.

Avani opened her email to review some figures for the next board meeting. She and some like-minded board were building a case to oust her father, and you could never be too prepared. Strangely, she saw another email from the hacker she had hired to gather dirt on Madeline. She frowned slightly and clicked to read it.

It was short, explaining that had found a new series of videos that the shameless woman had created. He would get the rest soon, but as for right now, he had an additional video to add to her stockpile. It was a little odd. Avani already had all of the material she needed to ruin Madeline. She supposed she couldn’t fault the man for being thorough. She looked at the video attached to the email. She hadn’t even bothered to watch the previous ones… but something told her that it was worthwhile to watch at least one. Just to get an accurate sense of what they were like. Once she made a decision, she never hesitated. Avani double-clicked the attached file and played the video.

Madeline Rao sat, looking comfortable and completely in control on a wing armchair by a roaring fire. Avani immediately noticed the rich surroundings and her current hairstyle. How recent was this video exactly? Was the slut still making pornographic videos for other men while married to her father? The strange, kinky thought made her heart beat a little faster, as did Madeline’s outfit. Her clothes, although covering her fully, left little to the imagination. Tight leather pants and a tighter leather bustier struggled to contain her voluptuous curves. Her thick things were crossed, and one hand rested on her chin in a thoughtful pose, both arms clad in elbow-length gloves.

“So…” said Madeline, tilting her head and giving the camera a wicked smile, “you want to be my good little girl, huh?” Avani’s hand shot out and paused the video, her heart pounding in her ears. Had she heard correctly? Madeline Rao wasn’t just creating pervy videos for men, but for women too. It was sick. It was obscene. It was compelling. Avani gulped and unpaused the video.

“Well, sorry,” said Madeline, giving a teasing grin and wrinkling her nose slightly, “but who says that I want you?” She leaned forward and gave the camera a played-up look of sympathy. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I don’t want to be mean… but who says you’re good enough?” Avani knew that Madeline wasn’t speaking to her, and that the video was intended for someone else, but she still felt a sting from Madeline’s well-acted rejection. She leaned forward, totally invested.

“Wellll…” purred the older woman on the screen, slowly uncrossing her legs, “I can tell that you really really want it…” She ran her gloved hands up her front, resting them lightly on the cups of the bustier. “...So I will make you a deal. I’ll train you, teach you how to be a good little girl for me.” Her uncrossed legs had revealed that she wasn’t wearing pants at all, but rather chaps, her crotch was covered only by a tiny black thong.

“And when you are touching yourself all night thinking about my body, when just my voice can turn you into a sticky, hot mess, when you submit your heart and mind and pussy to me completely, then maybe you’ll be worthy of being my good little girl. And trust me baby,” she continued, brilliant blue eyes staring directly into the camera, “the rewards will be sweet.” She traced a hand lightly up the thin strip of fabric between her juicy thighs, giving the camera a dirty wink.

“So you’ll have to train hard, and not disappoint me. Your first assignment is to watch this video again, but this time, touch yourself.” She was rubbing herself between her legs as if to demonstrate, “Focus on my voice and body, but also on your own inadequacy, on how much you crave to be a good little girl for me. Keep watching until you cum. I don’t think it will take too long, do you? I’ll send you another video soon, baby. Ciao.”

The video cut to black. That couldn’t be all. It was less than five minutes. If Avani had paid for a video that short, she would have been upset. She wasn’t upset right now of course. The video didn’t matter to her at all. She checked her email to see if the hacker had sent her any follow-up emails.

Maybe she should just watch the video one more time, to be sure she understood the content perfectly…

Avani’s cell rang, making her jump. She suddenly felt a rush of guilt for some reason and exited out of her browser quickly. She grabbed her phone, to see that the caller ID read “Madeline.” She suddenly had an insane feeling that Madeline was calling because she somehow knew that Avani had seen the video. That was absurd. She was probably just calling to beg and cry about her unwinnable situation. Avani would normally have just screened the call, but she had a sudden feeling that being polite in this case would be taking the high road, demonstrating how superior she was to Madeline. She answered the call.

“This is Avani Rao speaking,” she answered in her ‘I’m busy what do you want’ voice. She was being polite by answering the call, but she had no intention of making Madeline feel comfortable.

“Avani, good evening,” said Madeline in a low, smooth voice. Avani felt shaken for a moment. The voice on the phone was pitched exactly like the sex-drenched dirty talk in the video, the mental clash between her impression of the arousing figure on her screen and the contemptible real-life woman momentarily scrambled Avani’s thoughts, leaving her feeling off-balance. “I hope you are doing well,” continued the sultry voice on the line.

“Yes, I’ve been a good girl. Shit! I mean, I’ve been good, girl.” Oh my God, what was wrong with her? Madeline Rao was the last person on earth she wanted to look stupid in front of. “I’m busy Madeline, what do you want,” snapped Avani irritably, trying to cover her embarrassment.

“I was hoping that we could meet to discuss your… ultimatum,” said Madeline calmly, mercifully ignoring Avani’s flustered mistake.

Avani frowned. “I’m not sure there is anything to discuss Madeline, I think that I made my crystal clear, and I don’t intend to change them.”

“I understand that Avani, but there are some… complications that you may not be aware of. If you think they change nothing, I will comply immediately.” Madeline’s voice had taken on a pleading tone.

Avani sat in silence, running a hand distractedly through her hair. Her first instinct had been to immediately say no, to force Madeline to go through with the divorce immediately. But a second compelling instinct told her that Madeline’s request was reasonable, and she should grant the request, just to show how generous she was as Madeline’s superior. The two instincts contradicted each other… Well, did it matter if Madeline got divorced tomorrow or in a week? Not really. It was such a minor point that a strong, confident person would just make the concession.

Avani’s brow cleared, her internal tension resolved for now. “Fine, Madeline,” She said flatly, “let’s meet.” She opened her calendar on her computer, and looked at her few time slots.

“Wednesday. 10 AM. At my midtown offices.” Said Avani shortly, and hung up the phone.

Although she tried to get it out of her mind, Avani eventually gave in and watched the video two more times that night.

The plan had barely started, and Madeline Rao was already having a fantastic time.

A few weeks after their meeting, the delightful hypnotist woman had sent over a few documents proclaiming her success and outlining the steps Madeline would have to take to complete Avina’s transformation. She had also sent a rather brazen invitation to dinner, a fact that still made Madeline chuckle. Maybe she would accept, it might be fun to bed a woman as skilled at domination as she was.

Regardless, Faria had been quite clear on the shape of the early stages of the plan. First they would feed Avani some personalized videos meant to arouse and confuse her. It had been a while since Madeline had last made a video, so they had been a lot of fun to make. Although Madeline had been skeptical that the dirty talk would interest the frigid little bitch, Faria had insisted that Avani would be hooked. Avani’s little “good girl” verbal slip up had been all the proof Madeline needed. She had been forced to use all of her self control to keep herself from laughing over the phone.

The second part of the plan was even more crucial. Faria said that Avani had been programmed to be more reasonable, to agree to requests and make more concessions. The effect would be slight at first, but build up over time. The more requests that Madeline convinced Avani to grant, the more extreme requests she could make. The more petty little power plays Madelinne forced on Avani, the larger humiliations she would accept. Avani didn’t know it, but she was about to learn how quickly she could fall down a slippery slope.

The meeting this morning would be key. A delicate balancing act to drive Avani’s training forward. Madeline was confident that she was up for the task.

And she knew just the way to get things started on the right foot.

Madeline strode in through the office door, smiling brightly at 10:15. Late to a meeting that she had begged for. Avani could hardly believe her nerve.

Avani couldn’t help but notice that Madeline dripped sexuality. Had she always seemed that way, or only since Avani had begun watching that video? A flowing white blouse did little to hide Madeline’s large breasts, and tight leather pants hugged her curvy hips tightly. Trashy, thought Avani. Who wears leather pants to a meeting? But her eyes stuck fast, reminded of the leather chaps from the blackmail material. Madeline removed her dark sunglasses and her wide-brimmed hat, and moved across the room towards Avani, holding her arms wide for a hug. Avani wanted to deny her. This woman had just shown her such disrespect… But… on the other hand, being polite was important, especially to lesser people like Madeline. Avani rose and accepted the embrace with bad grace.

Madeline’s arms wrapped her in warm strength, and Avani was struck by the contrast between them. Madeline’s body was tall, soft, and round, while hers, in contrast, was compact, muscled and firm. She felt small in her step-mother’s embrace, especially when Madeline’s huge breasts crushed softly into her smaller chest, leaving her with a tiny whisper of inadequacy in her mind.

“So sorry I’m late, darling,” said Madeline cheerfully, “I ran into a friend of your father’s in the lobby, and time got away from me as we talked. I hope you understand.”

“That’s…” Avani caught herself. She had been about to say ‘That’s quite alright.’ Her first instinct had been to forget about the whole thing and move on. Her whole self rebelled at the thought. She had been disrespected by this cow. She wasn’t going to forgive her. Why had she just been about to? Avani felt confused and faint suddenly. She needed to regain control. She sat back down, trying not to make it a collapse.

“That’s not ok, Madeline. It’s unacceptable. My time is valuable, and I expect you to respect it.” This is when she would normally explode, but instead of red-hot anger, she just felt tired.

“I understand,” said Madeline contritely, bowing her head, “I sincerely apologize.” She peeked back up at Avani with a mischievous smile. “Am I forgiven?”

What was the point of holding a grudge? She was here now. “Whatever,” said Faria, shaking her head, “You’re here to talk, let’s talk. What did you want to discuss?”

“I’m a bit tired today, darling,” said Madeline sweetly, “Do you think you could have a chair fetched for me?”

Avani bit back an annoyed reply. She purposefully had no chairs in her office except for hers. It was a move to establish dominance. The fact that she could sit at ease while those coming to see her had to stand appealed to her love of hierarchy. It seemed a bit petty now. She signaled her assistant to comply with the request.

Finally, when the chair was in place Madeline began the meeting.

“So, I know that you want me to divorce your father immediately…” Began Madeline, crossing her plump thighs, one over the other. Avani’s eyes were drawn to them, tracing their womanly curves. They weren’t fat or chunky, just big and smooth and shapely, they ed up at their edges with the wide swell of her hips, and in the center, they squished together with her soft, juicy…

“...wouldn’t you agree?” said Madeline, pulling Avani from her avid study of her step-mother’s body. Avani felt a blush darken her face. She had completely missed what Madeline had been saying, and her reason for doing so was completely unacceptable.

“I’m sorry?” Said Avani, desperately trying to what Madeline had been saying. Failing. “Could you repeat that?”

“I was simply saying that…” Madeline uncrossed her legs now, letting them spread slightly apart, providing a better view further up her thighs. Avani had always been told that a thigh gap was the most desirable body shape, but there was something to be said for the squish and gentle friction of the upper thighs, rubbing and sliding together, so close to…

“Avani?” Asked Madeline in a concerned voice, “Are you feeling well?”

Avani didn’t feel especially well, in fact. She felt warm and annoyed and for some inexplicable reason, turned on. She cleared her throat, but couldn’t form words for a moment.

“You look overworked, sweetie,” said Madeline soothingly, “I saw a water cooler down the hall, why not get yourself something to drink to clear your head?” Avani immediately rose to accept the suggestion. As she left the door, Madeline called out after her: “On, and while you’re there, be a good girl and get me something to drink as well.” Avani nodded mechanically without thinking about it.

Avani drank a cold cup of water and tried to gather her thoughts. For some reason, she felt like she normally did after difficult mental activity, like her brain was beaten and bruised. It felt almost like her brain was fighting itself. She placed another cup under the spigot and began filling it. She wasn’t thirsty. Why was she filling another cup again? Because Madeline had asked her to. She pulled back the filled cup and began walking back towards her office. Why was she fetching drinks in her own office? Because Madeline told her to be a good girl. She didn’t do this kind of thing. She forced her feet to stop. Her instincts screamed at her that by bringing Madeline water, she would appear weak. Her instincts screamed at her that courtesy and compromise were her duty.

Avani slowly tipped her hand to the side and poured the water on the ground, letting her numb fingers drop the cup. Then she strode with renewed purpose back to her office.

“Where were we,” she said with a grim smile. Time to put Madeline back in her place.

“Ah, did you bring me…” began Madeline.

“If you want water, you can get some for yourself,” said Avani, bluntly, cutting her off. Madeline’s smile wilted slightly for a moment, then returned just as strong.

“Well, I had just laid out my objections to an immediate divorce, and suggested we hold off until I can clear up the difficulties I mentioned,” said Madeline, her eyes boring into Avani.

“How long do you anticipate this taking?” asked Avani, her confidence fading a little.

“As I said before,” said Madeline smoothly, “It would be several months.”

Avani grimaced. “That’s longer than I am comfortable with.”

“Well, do you disagree with my concerns?”

Avani thought quickly. She couldn’t it at this point that she hadn’t been following because she had been ogling her stepmother. A few months here or there wouldn’t matter. As long as it happened before her father’s 55th birthday…

Avani huffed in frustration. “Fine. I can give you a few months to get those affairs in order.”

Madeline had crossed her legs again and lifted a hand to her chin. Her head tilted to the side. It was exactly the same pose from the beginning of that video. The video that, for some reason, Avani couldn’t stop watching. Madeline opened her mouth to speak, and Avani expected the familiar line to come out, the line that had practically been engraved on her mind at this point…’So you want to be my good little girl, huh?’

“Maybe we should meet regularly, just so I can update you on the status of the divorce planning.” Said Madeline instead. Avani blinked, her mind once again cast into disarray.

“Meet?” She repeated stupidly.

“Yes, just once a week or so, so that you know I’m getting things arranged. We can meet at my house.”

Avani screwed up all of her willpower.

“No, Madeline. That won’t be necessary. You can give any updates to my assistant. If that is all, I’m busy.”

Madeline gave her a mysterious smile. “Well, if you do change your mind, let me know. You’re always welcome at my home.”

And with that, she left.

Avani felt great for rejecting Madeline’s imposition of weekly meetings. She was completely confident that she had made the correct decision. For about three hours.

Something just felt wrong about turning Madeline down that rudely. Also, something about the idea of seeing Madeline again regularly felt tempting… maybe just so that it would be easier to keep an eye on her. She asked her assistant to carve out a weekly time for a meeting with Madeline at her father’s house.

It was important to be polite after all.

(Weeks ago, in Avani Rao’s home office…)

Faria circled Avani like a shark, eyes moving over her delicious body again and again.

The nasty young rich girl was now covered in a fine sheen of sweat, giving her a glistening, wet look, as if she had been oiled up for display. Faria had just forced her to run through one of her typical exercise routines, both out of curiosity, and so that the physical exhaustion would help to break down her defenses. Faria assumed that the tall high heels had made it torture.

Now Avani knelt, arms behind her head, legs spread wide apart. A position that left her demeaned, exposed, and vulnerable. Especially her pussy.

“Next question:” began Faria, “You go to brunches, nightclubs, and parties with many other people, but, to put it bluntly, you don’t have any friends. Why aren’t you close with anyone?”

Avani pulled her mouth up in a smirk of disdain. “Friendship implies an equal relationship of give and take. If other people don’t have anything that I want, then friendship is pure downside.”

“So there isn’t anyone you can trust? No one you can be your true self with?”

“Trust is for the weak. I’m self reliant. If you need a shoulder to cry on, then maybe you’re weak too.” This was said with a challenging raising of an eyebrow. An expression strikingly at odds with Avani’s humiliating exposure.

“Interesting,” said Faria distractedly, commenting both on the answers and Avani’s continued defiance after so much degradation.

“Are you attracted to women?”

This question seemed to catch Avani off guard. She visibly did try to fight this one, unlike the previous questions. “Liking women would be a liability for me. Jealous men already call me a dyke behind my back when they lose to me. It wouldn’t be helpful to play into their prejudice. I’m also in and out of a lot of women’s changing rooms as part of running a fashion label. It could cause… unwanted rumors if there was suspicion that I was abusing that access.

“That didn’t answer my question, slave.” Said Faria warningly.

“Yes,” said Avani finally, through gritted teeth, a look of utter defeat on her perfect face.

“Lovely,” said Faria happily. It was a stroke of luck that Avani was bisexual, even if she hated to it it. Changing someone’s sexuality with hypnotism was extremely fiddly, and could have unpredictable results. “One last question. Is this hypnosis turning you on, Avani?”

Avani gave her a look of disgusted horror. “Excuse me? Of course not.”

Of course, while she said that, her nipples were standing at attention in two stiff little peaks on her perky breasts. It could be the temperature… Faria wasn’t chilly, but, then again, she had all her clothes on. Well, there was only one way to know for sure.

Faria traced her hand down Avani’s taught, brown belly and rested it lightly on the entrance of her pussy, causing the kneeling woman to shiver lightly at the sensation. Avani’s eyes were wide with shock. “You.. you wouldn’t!” she said. She didn’t know Faria very well.

Faria slipped a questing finger inside Avani’s tight little hole. Although the arrogant woman’s face wore a look of affronted rage, the inside of her pussy was hot, slick velvet. Faria pushed her finger a bit deeper into the juicy cunt, feeling its muscles subtly gripping and milking her digit, seeming to pull it further in. She withdrew her finger and held it in front of Avani’s dumbfounded face, shining and dripping.

“Is this hypnosis turning you on?”

Avani closed her eyes, refusing to look at the evidence, shaking her head. But she was forced to tell the truth.

“Yes!” She finally said in a distressed voice, “I don’t understand why, and it doesn’t make sense, but it is turning me on.”

Faria grinned. More excellent news. Clear evidence that somewhere deep inside her frigid heart, Avani Rao did have a submissive streak. Faria just needed to tease it out.

Programming mode. She said commandingly, Eyes closed, Mind open. Deep breaths. Calm, Empty. Willing.

Faria instantly calmed and relaxed, breathing deeply.

The next words I say will be your new thoughts

Avani waited, a look of unnatural serenity on her flawless face.

I trust Madeline Rao.

“—Madeline Rao.”

I feel a close, warm relationship with Madeline Rao.

“—Madeline Rao.” A furrow had appeared in Avani’s brow, clearly indicating that this command conflicted with her normal thoughts.

I want to please Madeline Rao.

“—...please…Madeline… Rao.” The furrowed brows had gotten deeper, and Avani was struggling with the words.

Dominant older women arouse me more than anyone else.

“...than anyone else.” Avani’s brow cleared a bit here. Interesting.

“I need regular sexual release desperately. I would do almost anything to feel sexually fulfilled.”

This one was a gamble. It was definitely a big step forward, but Faria thought Avani’s current arousal might help it to be accepted. If Avani rejected the command here, Faria would be forced to back off and try again later.

Avani’s face contorted, but to Faria’s delight, she slowly repeated the command that would spell her doom. It might take some conditioning to fully sink in, but it was too late for Avani now. Soon, Avani’s decisions would be made by her pussy, not her brain.

Faria snapped her still-moist fingers in front of Avani’s face once again, waking the poor little bitch from the trance. Faria felt elated. For a second there, she had been worried that she might need to scrap her plans for Avani altogether, but that last command was a major win.

“Time for another round of questions, slave.” She said smugly into Avani’s scowling face.

It had been three weeks, and three meetings, since Avani met with Madeline at her office. Madeline had infuriatingly changed the meeting time every week, forcing Avani to keep juggling her busy schedule. Madeline also had a bad habit of requesting that Avani bring things with her to the meeting. Pastries from a specific shop, iced coffee from an exclusive place that Madeline swore was to die for. Once the silly whore had even asked Avani to pick up a “package” for her, which, on arrival, had turned out to be her dry cleaning. Avani detested being treated as an errand girl. True, she was heading there anyway, so it wasn’t a major inconvenience, but it was Madeline’s attitude, assuming that it would be no issue when she imposed, that set Avani’s teeth on edge.

And then there was the matter of the meetings themselves. Madeline pitched them as quick status updates, but very little discussion of Madeline’s divorce from her father actually took place. Instead, Madeline drew her into conversation after insipid conversation about Avani’s work and daily life. Avani had found herself arriving home (late of course, Madeline always had one more ‘little thing’ to discuss) after each meeting, only then realizing that they had spent the entire time discussing Avani’s life without mentioning Madeline’s divorce once.

Of course, as much as she hated to it it, Avani also felt a lot better after the weekly meetings as well. There wasn’t anybody else in Avani’s life that she could open up to about her frustrations and problems. Madeline had an endless list of faults: she was a gold-digging, fat-assed, cow-titted, self-important whore. But Avani had to it that she was a good conversationalist and more than once Avani had caught herself smiling happily as Madeline let out her low, earnest laugh at one of Avani’s bitchy quips. Oddly, Avani felt like she could trust Madeline more than anyone in the world. Avani had so much dirt on her that Madeline would be a fool to try to use what she heard to embarrass Avani. It was liberating to have a captive audience who couldn’t (wouldn’t?) ever turn against her.

The question of sexual attraction did give Avani pause. She had tried her best to stop watching the video her hacker had sent to her. But she found that if she held off for too long, she would just shamefully go on a masturbation binge, watching it over and over, rubbing herself raw. It made no sense. It was just a very short video of a clothed woman giving fairly mild, degrading dirty talk. She had tried to wean herself off of her obsession by finding similar videos online, and even watching the other videos of Madeline in her blackmail stash, but none of them spoke to her in quite the same way. She had decided in the end to compromise. She viewed the video once a week, after their meeting, just to get it out of her system. And she didn’t touch herself. Barely touched herself. Just one orgasm per viewing. Most times.

She knew that her obsession with a sexual video made by her step-mother was… unusual. She wouldn’t call her and Madeline’s relationship “friends”, but it was certainly best kept platonic. But her experience with Madeline’s other side from the video had colored her perception of the woman. Avani sometimes caught herself staring at parts of Madeline’s body that she shouldn’t…

Avani’s desktop chirped with the sound that meant she had gotten a new email. She looked at the clock. Only nine. She could respond to another email.

It was from the hacker. Her eyes slid over automatically, and saw the clip icon that meant there was an attachment. Her mouth went dry. With shaking fingers, she clicked the email open.

Good Evening,

I know you were anxious to see if there were any more videos I could get. I managed to steal this off a private server just now. Looks like it is in the same series as the last one. Please deposit my finders fee in…

Blah Blah Blah. He would get his money. She wanted to see what this new video was about. Without even ing the reservations she had just been pondering, Avani scrolled to the end of the email and clicked open the video, already absent-mindedly undoing the button of her pants.

Madeline sat in the same chair as the last video, with the same tight leather bustier, the same hairstyle (exactly matching her current look), and the same smug, superior expression. The difference was immediately apparent, however. She had removed the leather chaps, leaving only the tiny black thong. Her big, thick, powerful-looking thighs were revealed fully in the flickering firelight. The strings of the tiny thong bit deliciously into her squishy hips, and the scrap of cloth between her legs did little to hide the shape of the lips hidden beneath. Madeline pursed her lips at the camera, running a hand softly up and down her inner thigh, drawing attention to her body.

“How have you been?” She asked the camera with her sparkling, teasing eyes. The same eyes that she looked at Avani with during their weekly meetings. “Have you been touching yourself when you think of me, just like I asked?”

Madeline’s hand slowly moved toward her pussy, resting firmly there as she continued to stare dead into the camera with her beautiful blue eyes. “I know you have. I’ve been touching myself too… just thinking about the fun things we can do if you work hard and become my good little girl.” She began moving her hand slowly, fingers digging in slightly to the scrap of fabric covering her crotch, pulling and tugging it enough to give tiny glimpses of what lay beneath. Avani’s hand had dived into her pants, subconsciously moving in time with the woman on the screen.

“By masturbating to me, you’ve been training the most important skill a good little girl can have: devotion. Submission. But there are other skills too, you know. This video is about training another one.” Madeline closed her legs, and slid her hand off of her crotch. Avani guiltily realized what she had been doing and removed her hand from her pants.

“The skill you must practice next is kissing.” Said Madeline with a sultry smile. “Simple I know, but there are many types of kiss. You could kiss your mommy on the cheek, or french kiss a cute boy. But the kind of kiss that I want from a good little girl is hot, soft, and wet. I’ll be honest with you. Your dry, cold little kisses are worthless to me now. A worthy girl will kiss me properly. Over every inch of my body.” Madeline’s fingers stroked down her lips. “Hot…” Her hands flowed like water as they moved down her large breasts, “...Soft…” Her hands moved together to clutch firmly between her legs “...and Wet.”

“Do you understand? You’re not good enough yet.” Said Madeline, her lip curled up in disdain. “You need practice. Here, let me help. Come here.” Madeline seemed to grip the camera, bringing her face close to the lens, and pursing her lips. In a daze, Avani leaned forward and kissed her computer screen, feeling a little jump of electric sexual charge as her lips met those of the commanding woman in the video, even as they only ed the cold, flat glass. She left a perfectly formed smudge of lipgloss in the shape of her plump lips on the screen as she pulled away.

Madeline laughed. “Did you just kiss the screen? If you did, I’m afraid you are truly pathetic. How embarrassing. I hope no one was watching. But it does show you have the right willing spirit. I bet it felt good, doing what I said, even if it did make you look like an idiot. But I’m sure you realize that a real kiss would be a million times better. Because, let me tell you a secret…” She got close to the camera again, cupping her hand in an exaggerated secret-telling pantomime.

“If a good girl can kiss my body the right way, then she will get lots of kisses on her body as well.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper that made Avani’s hair stand on end. Her hand began sneaking back into her pants.

Madeline sat back in the chair and clapped her hands, breaking the moment. “So! Your assignment this time is to get some practice. Practice with your boyfriend, or a coworker, or a stranger, I don’t care. If you’re a poor lonely girl with no one who wants to make out with you, use your hand. Or a mirror. I want you to kiss and kiss until you are sure you are worthy of me.”

Avani’s hand was moving between her legs, eyes crawling over her Step-mother’s body.

“And one other thing,” said Madeline with a hint of steel in her voice, “No more touching yourself until you have this right. Not to this video, not to your first video, not to anything. Not until I tell you you can. I want all of your sexual energy in your lips up here,” she said, stroking a finger sensuously across her curvy lips, “And nowhere else. Start practicing. You’ll hear from me soon.”

Avani continued to try to masturbate. If Madeline Rao couldn’t order her around in real life, then a pre-recorded version certainly wasn’t the boss of her. Something felt off about it now, though. She stopped, feeling frustrated.

She looked down at the hand she had been using on her pussy. She formed it into a loose fist. Slowly, eyes staring at nothing, she brought it to her mouth and gave it her best ionate kiss, words flashing in her brain. Hot. Soft. Wet.

Avani arrived at her step mother’s door several days later tired and disgruntled, carrying the bottle of wine that Madeline had asked her to bring at the last minute. It felt like she was losing her mind after she had received that second video several days ago. She had been forced to temporarily stop wearing lipstick and lipgloss after waking up to find lip prints covering her computer screen, her hands, arms, and every mirror in her house. Her lack of self control was embarrassing, but what was worse was her sexual appetite. For whatever reason, after that damn video had prohibited masturbation, her hands and toys just didn’t feel good anymore. She was the type of person who desperately needed regular sexual relief, so this was aggravating, to say the least. She simply had no time right now to start a new dating relationship and get some much-needed dick... She was finding the sexual frustration to be unbearable.

Avani knocked again. She had already been standing at the door for around ten minutes, shifting from foot to foot, growing more and more agitated. Petty bullshit like this… She used to never allow it. And it had certainly never turned her on before…

Without warning, the door flew open, and there was Madeline, smiling brightly, wearing a loose, flowy green sundress that Avani thought had much too low of a neckline, and much too short of a hemline. Avani’s eyes drank in the spectacle, as Madeline rushed towards her, for their now-customary embrace and kiss on the cheek.

But this time, something unexpected happened. Instead of kissing Avani softly on the cheek as usual, Madeline’s lips collided squarely with Avani’s, locking firmly into a mouth-to-mouth kiss.

Hot. The steamy warmth of Madeline’s lips was incredible. It was as if she had just been drinking a steaming hot cup of coffee just seconds before, but her only taste was saliva with a whisper of mint.

Soft. Madeline’s lips, pillowy and plump, writhed against hers, creating a delicious squishy friction that sent arcs of electricity through Avani’s brain.

Wet. Madeline’s tongue snaked briefly in and out of Avani’s mouth, tenderly exploring, leaving behind the taste of another woman’s mouth.

Avani couldn’t breathe. Her head was filled with fog. The firm, ionate kiss seemed to last for hours. Days. Madeline pulled away, her eyes filled with the same mirth that they always held.

“Oops, sorry Avani!” Giggled Madeline, raising her hand to her mouth, “I forgot to tell you. It’s a new European greeting that my friends and I are trying out. Sorry to spring it on you! I’ve been doing it with everyone!”

“Whuh?” Said Avani stupidly, almost staggering, leaning against Madeline for . “I’ve been to Europe… They don’t…. They don’t do THAT there.”

“Really?” said Madeline, miming shocked disbelief, “I can’t believe Sadie would lie to us! She probably just wanted an excuse to kiss us all, that naughty girl. Well, forgive me then, Avani. Please.”

“Yes. No… No problem.” Said Avani, her lips tingling, her panties moist, and her breathing heavy. She struggled to get herself under control. “Just… don’t do that again.”

“Of course not dear! Now come in and sit down.” They sat down in the sitting room, and although it was early in the day, Madeline insisted on pouring them both a large glass of the wine Avani had brought. Although she thought it was inappropriate for a business meeting, Avani decided not to say anything.

“Now, tell me all about the shoot in Buenos Aires this week, I know you said you were nervous about it when we last spoke,” said Madeline, face filled with concern. She sat on the edge of the sofa, her colorful sundress riding up distractingly around her thighs.

“Well, it went better than I…” Avani paused. There was something that she had to talk about. What was it again? “Madeline, I wanted to hear about how things are going with your divorce preparations, you said that it would take several months, and it has already been…”

“Of course dear.” Said Madeline, cutting her off mid-sentence, “Things are going well. In another few months, I think that I should be able to manage it.” She flashed a bright smile at Avani, who found herself smiling back. The smile froze on Avani’s face, but wait a second, she had originally said…

Madeline adjusted her dress and crossed her legs, giving Avani just a brief flash of warm soft flesh beneath. Wait… was her stepmother not wearing any panties under that flimsy, short dress? The idea made a blush creep across Avani’s face. She almost didn’t notice when Madeline asked another question.

“You don’t look so well, Avani. How have your stress levels been?”

Avani felt confused. She had just been asking about… something. She couldn’t . But she had been very stressed lately, for a lot of reasons, and despite herself, she had a warm feeling of closeness with Madeline. It would just feel so good to unburden herself a little like she had in their past meetings…

“It’s been rough,” itted Avani, giving in to temptation and accepting the motherly concern of the woman only ten years older than herself, “I have a lot on my plate right now with work, and my body, it…” She had been about to talk about her sexual frustrations, but that was wildly inappropriate, “... it aches.” she finished lamely, in a half-lie.

“Well,” said Madeline, loudly slapping her thighs and standing, “I have just the thing for that. Follow me.” She began walking off briskly, deeper into the house than Avani had ever been. Avani hesitated, but an almost gravitational pull forced her to her feet to scurry after the confident older woman. “You inherited those stress body aches from your father, you know.” Called MAdeline over her shoulder, “He is troubled by them so often that I took some massage classes to help him.” She turned into a room off the corridor and flipped on the light, revealing a small room with a professional-looking massage table.

“Oh, I don’t know about that, Madeline.” Said Avani, frowning at the table, “I mean, it’s a kind offer, but I really don’t think...”

“Nonsense.” Said Madeline firmly, cutting her off once again. She gently grabbed Avani’s hand and pulled her into the room. The space was bright, airy, and smelled lightly of lavender. “Just let me take care of you, Avani.” Whispered Madeline in her ear, her breath hot and ticklish. The thought of Madeline Rao’s hands all over her body flashed through Avani’s head. She nodded silently before she could change her mind.

“Great! Just hop up here,” said Madeline, patting the leather table, “there’s a good girl.” The innocuous phrase sent a shiver up Avani’s spine. She wanted to hear Madeline call her a good girl again. She was afraid of that immediate reaction.

She gingerly sat on the table, and at Madeline’s direction lay on her stomach. Madeline immediately began working her hands up and down Avani’s legs. She must have been telling the truth about her classes because she did have some skill.

“Now, tell me about this stressful business at work,” demanded Madeline, fingers pressing into Avani’s legs.

“Well, I have to redo some of the shots for Forbes. Some idiot assistant grabbed the wrong lens for some of the office shots, and they insist that they will be unusable.”

Madeline made a sympathetic noise. Avani felt a tugging and heard the zipper of her skirt being lowered.

“What are you doing?” she asked with alarm, raising herself partially from the table and half turning.

“I just need to reach your upper legs, dear.” Said Madeline, taking the opportunity to slide the skirt down her legs and off. “But if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll grab you a towel so you won’t be so exposed.”

Avani stayed stiffly alert for a second, then lay back down warily. “Please do.” She said grumpily. The towel did make her feel more covered, hiding her black panties from the eyes of her watching stepmother. “So Forbes is a problem…” prompted Madeline as she began massaging further and further up Avani’s toned legs.

“Y-yes.” Said Avani, getting a little distracted by the sensation of Madeline’s warm hands. “And I have enough on my plate already without needing to schedule reshoots.”

“You know, dear.” Said Madeline briskly, “I have a lot of experience with scheduling, booking, and negotiation. I know you have always managed yourself, but that is a lot of unnecessary work to take on. Just say the word, and I could help you out.”

“I don’t think so, Madeline,” Avani said immediately. The idea was compelling but disturbing. Her whore of a stepmother, being in charge of her time, representing her to others, telling her where to go and what to do. The idea was ridiculous… but Avani couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like…

Without warning, Madeline’s hands moved upwards to Avani’s firm butt, kneading and rubbing forcefully. Avani, humiliatingly, let out a soft moan at the sudden, unexpected touch. Avani didn’t like people touching or focusing on her butt. It was a personal pet peeve of hers. But for some reason, when her stepmother did it…

“Madeline… what are you…?” She squeaked.

“You have a lot of tension here, love.” Said Madeline, unconcerned about her reaction, “Don’t mind me, continue please.”

Avani couldn’t let on that the butt massage was for some reason stimulating her. She had to play it cool and continue the conversation as normal.

“Well anyway, with Forbes and my whole plan for Arnav…”

Madeline stopped, her hand cupping one of Avani’s cheeks. “The plan for Arnav?” She said, her voice quiet. Avani cursed herself. She certainly shouldn’t be talking about this with Madeline of all people, even if it did feel good to unload her troubles with her.

“Nothing.” She said, unconvincingly. Madeline began massaging her butt again, with more force this time. Avani gasped lightly into the table.

“Tell me.” Said Madeline in a firm voice.

Avani didn’t respond to tough talk like that. She opened her mouth to tell Madeline off. Instead, she heard the words “Ok, but you have to promise not to tell him” come out of her mouth in a weak tone.

Madeline’s hands withdrew from Avani’s ass, making it feel curiously…needy to Avani, like it wanted more…

“Me and the board will be… requesting that father retire from the company, effective as of his coming birthday.” Explained Avani

“I see.” said Madeline in a chilly voice that made Avani cringe a little.

There was silence for a few moments. Avani had just started to wonder what Madeline was doing when her smooth hands returned to Avani’s skin, this time on her lower back.

“Well, that does sound stressful.” Said Madeline, her voice light and breezy again, her hands working out the knots in Avani’s back. Her hands slipped up a little, moving further under her shirt. “But that’s not the only thing troubling you, is it?”

Madeline’s hands slipped up further, slipping beneath Avani’s bra strap for a moment. She leaned down as her hands stayed in motion, bringing her lips up to Avani’s ear once again. “You’re also pretty horny, aren’t you Avani.” As she said it, she deftly unhooked her Stepdaughter’s bra, leaving it hanging loose inside the shirt.

“Excuse me?!?” Said Avani indignantly. She once again began to rise, only for Madeline’s firm hand to push her back onto the table.

“Avani, come on. It’s obvious. You know what I used to do for a living. I can see this kind of thing from a mile away. There is no shame in it.” Avani still felt filled with prickly embarrassment. Maybe she wanted this meeting to be over…

“Just relax Avani. It’s better if you talk about it.” Said Madeline soothingly, moving her hands freely over Avani’s back now that the bra was loose. Avani relaxed a fraction. Maybe it would be better to talk it out. It did seem to help when she discussed her other sources of stress with Madeline.

“It’s…true.” Said Avani grudgingly, her voice slightly muffled by speaking down through the hole in the table. “It’s just… it’s been a while since I’ve had time to date.”

“Well, there are other solutions to that problem you know, sweetie.” Said Madeline gently. “Arms up now. She gently tugged off Avani’s shirt. “Don’t worry, I have another towel to keep you covered.”

“You’re a beautiful woman in her prime,” said MAdeline soothingly, “ the boys are probably lined up around the block to give you what you want.” Avani felt oddly proud of the compliment. Why was she so happy to be praised by her father’s whore? In any case, Madeline was missing the point.

“No. If I sleep with a man, it’s in the papers the next day. If I do it too often, I’m a slut.” said Avani bitterly. With the towel in place, Madeline tugged her bra out from underneath her and tossed it away. “Well, money talks dear. Why not just hire a dick for the night.”

Avani snorted but without humor. She had, of course, considered the same option. “And who would I trust to hire someone for me? What escort could I trust to not take his story straight to the tabloids? It’s even worse than the other option.” Madeline’s hands felt heavenly on her back and shoulders.

“That sounds terrible, sweetheart.” Said Madeline sympathetically. “You must be very, very horny.”

“I am.” itted Avani softly. Suddenly she felt a shift and jostling of the table. Clutching the towel to her chest, she turned over in alarm.

Madeline was above her, wearing a strange, smoldering expression on her face. She had climbed onto the table and now straddled Avani on her knees. Her sundress had ridden up her hips, with even the slightest motion, Avani would be able to confirm for certain whether or not her stepmother was wearing panties.

Wearing only two small towels and her panties, Avani felt exposed and weak in front of the larger, dominant woman.

“There’s a third option you aren’t considering, dear,” purred her stepmother, her face uncomfortably close to Avani’s, leaning hard on a hand placed next to Avani’s head. Avani’s hands shook as she held the flimsy towel over her stiffening nipples, her eyes couldn’t look away from the teasing, curvy lips on the alluring face looming above her. They looked hot…soft…wet…

She hadn’t felt this vulnerable in her entire life.

“You’re forgetting who I am Avani. Relieving sexual tension was my calling for years,” whispered Madeline in a low, smoky voice. “I care about you Avani, and you know I can’t go running to the press. I’m here to help you…” Madeline’s face was growing closer. Her soft lips were slightly parted, her eyes shining, “All you have to do… is reach out.”

Feeling the magnetic pull of Madeline’s receptive energy, unable to forget how good the kiss in the doorway had felt, and craving her stepmother’s lips with every fiber of her being, Avani couldn’t help herself. She leaned forward hungrily towards the dominant woman, locking their lips into their second dirty, taboo kiss of the day.

Madeline’s tongue thrust dominantly into Avani’s mouth, swirling and dancing. Her arm snaked around Avani’s waist, clutching her ass firmly, pulling Avani’s nearly-naked body towards her, crushing Avani into her soft, yielding curves.

Madeline moved downward, planting hot, soft, wet kisses on her gasping, blushing stepdaughter’s neck. Whispering between the kisses. “I can do so much for you sweetie.” Muah “Make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” Muah “Just do one thing for me, Avani.”

“What?” Moaned Avani, “What can I do?” Her whole body felt like it was on fire with shame and arousal and a new, unfamiliar feeling of eager submission.

Madeline grabbed her cheek and stared with a steady, commanding gaze into Avani’s eyes. “Call me ‘Mother’.”

Avani’s wide brown eyes looked up at Madeline. Her mouth hung open as her thoughts spun. She wanted Madeline to kiss her again. She had sworn never to call this woman her mother. And in this moment of lust, it seemed especially wrong. Taboo. Nasty. Filthy… It would make this powerful, beautiful, erotic woman happy. And right now she wanted nothing in the world as much as pleasing Madeline Rao.

“Kiss me…Mother.” said Avani in a small voice, her eyes unable to meet Madeline’s. And then Madeline’s lips were on hers again, and their tongues were sliding against each other, and their bodies were creating a pleasant pressure and warmth where they met. Without thinking about it, Avanis arms twined around her mother’s neck, holding her close. Madeline’s hand reached down and came to rest with a firm, insistent pressure on the burning center of the sexual storm raging in Avani’s body: separated by only a thin layer of lacy cloth from her hot, soft, wet pussy.

Avani’s eyes flew open from the massive thrill of sensation when Madeline’s hand made . She felt like she had been dunked in cold water. The whole thing was suddenly too real. She pushed Madeline away from her. “Stop!”

Madeline pulled away, seeming confused, but when she saw Avani’s face, she got the message, swiftly climbing down off the massage table and retreating to a respectful distance.

“My clothes,” said Avani harshly.

Madeline fetched them and handed them over, eyes averted as Avani quickly struggled into them.

“Avani,” she said gently, “There’s no need to…”

“This was wrong,” said Avani flatly, “I don’t blame you, but it was a mistake.” Avani rushed, red with shame, towards the door.

“Wait, Avani!” called Madeline after her, “Let’s discuss this!”

“No!” said Avani, shaking her head as she fumbled for the door, “I don’t think we should meet anymore. I’m sorry.”

And with that, Avani ran away from her feelings, her desires, and her obsession, back to her stressful, busy life.

This time, Avani’s resolution remained firm for a whole week. True, that experience with Madeline had been one of the most erotic things that had ever happened to her, but it was wrong. It would be better for them both if they discontinued the weekly meetings.

But, when the reshoot for Forbes was messed up again, she caught herself thinking of how she would describe the debacle to her mother. She hadn’t realized how much Madeline had become an outlet for her stress.

She was forced to continue leaving off any lip-covering. As embarrassing as it was, she was unable to stop herself from watching the second video, and when she did, she felt an itching, obsessive need to practice her kissing. Her horniness grew. Avani’s encounter with Madeline had been stimulating, but she hadn’t orgasmed, so instead of relieving her pressure, it had been made worse. She caught herself indulging in fantasies during business meetings, often involving Madeline. still couldn’t climax from masturbation. She had been pestering her hacker connection nonstop for a third video, in the desperate hope that in the video, Madeline would grant her permission to touch herself again. She realized how pathetic and ridiculous that was, but the videos had some sort of hold on her that she had given up trying to explain.

Avani had half hoped that Madeline would reach out, trying to pursue her. Annoyingly, this seemed to be the one time that she was respecting Avani’s wishes, and communication had been completely silent.

Reality hit home after the date of their next meeting came and went with no from Madeline. Avani was confronted with the fact that she probably wouldn’t see Madeline again, because that’s what she had demanded. She spent the next day irritable and tired, her lips chapped from kissing practice the night before. Her assistant walked in on Avani after lunch glaring at the phone, willing her stepmother to call.

It was pathetic, Avani knew. She had started this, the only way to speak to Madeline was to reach out herself. Brought up being given anything she ever wanted, Avani had never been good at self-denial. She picked up the phone and dialed.

Madeline picked up after the second ring, with a crisp, cheerful “Hello, Madeline speaking!”

It felt good to hear her voice. “Good afternoon, M—...Madeline.” said Avani wearily. She had been about to call her mother.

“It’s so good to hear from you, sweetheart!” Gushed Madeline, “I’m so sorry I scared you a little last week. Your mother just got a little excited and pushed too far, too fast. I hope you can forgive me.”

“It’s not that I was scared,” said Avani defensively, “it’s just that it was wrong. You’re my m—.... my father’s wife for God’s sake. We can’t…” images and sensations flooded her mind, the feel of Madeline’s soft, feminine body pressed against hers, of her lips pushing aggressively, her hands grasping and exploring wherever she desired. Avani took a shaky breath. “...we can’t do things like that.”

Madeline was silent for a beat. Then her voice came over the line, calm and serious. “I think we should resume our meetings, Avani.”

Avani felt a wave of relief. It seemed like Madeline understood what she was trying to express. “I think so too, mother.” She said, smiling. She didn’t even notice what she had called Madeline, it felt so natural. “We can go back to the way things were before, without all of the… touching.”

“I’m afraid I don’t agree, sweetheart. I think the touching is vital.”

Faria felt a flush creep across her face. She had been sure Madeline would be just as embarrassed about the event as she was. But she wanted to…what? Do it again? The thought sent butterflies spiraling through Avani’s belly.

“Think about it, dear. You said it yourself, you have a mountain of pent-up sexual frustration and no good outlets. I care about you Avani, and this is something I am good at. As you love to point out, I’m a ‘whore.’ I can help you find release without any deeper meaning behind the act. Yes, technically I’m your mother, but we aren’t related. And, while I won’t embarrass you with the details, your father doesn’t consider anything I do with women to be cheating.”

Avani covered her blushing face with her free hand, peeking through it to make sure her assistant wasn’t eavesdropping. “I…I don’t know, mother.” She said in a weak whisper, “It’s so embarrassing. I don’t know if I can…”

“I will tell you what, honey,” said Madeline in a sweet, motherly voice, “You can set the pace. If you want me to keep my hands and lips to myself one day, that’s what we will do. If you want my hands and lips all over your body the next, your wish is my command. We will never do anything you don’t ask for. You’ll be in complete control.”

It did sound tempting…. What Madeline outlined seemed like a completely reasonable setup. And after all, if she didn’t want anything from Madeline, she could just never ask. “Ok.” She said hesitantly, “We can try that.”

“I’m so glad, baby,” said Madeline in a husky voice, “I can’t wait to take care of you.”

“Me neither.” Said Avani without thinking, prompting a dirty chuckle from Madeline, and a groan of embarrassment from Avani.

“One more thing, Avani.” Said Madeline in a firm voice, “We need to meet more often, considering our new arrangement. Three times a week.”

Avani had no idea how she could fit that into her schedule, but she also felt like another week would be too long to wait to see Madeline next.

“Yes, mother.”

(Months ago, During Avani’s programming session…)

Faria looked down with pride at the little tableau she had created. Avani sprawled on her hands and knees, her hands spread forward in a bowing, supplicating pose, her fantastic ass stuck up into the air, her most private areas turned upwards for inspection, framed erotically by the porny lingerie she had been forced to wear. It was probably uncomfortable to maintain the position, but Faria’s ironclad control held firm. Time to add the finishing touch.

Faria sat down in Avani’s posh office chair directly behind the debased woman. The hypnotist raised her feet and plopped them down on Avani’s backside, using her alluring ass as a footrest. The poor woman grunted with the additional pressure but managed to hold the demeaning pose. Avani was being used as furniture in her own home office, the seat of her power.

“You,” said Faria, wiggling her feet slightly to get more comfortable, “are the most insane control freak I have ever met. You micromanage every tiny aspect of your business and social media. Why not delegate and take off some of the pressure?”

“No one can do it as well as I can,” said Avani dully, her voice muffled from being pointed towards the floor, “my success came from being responsible for every detail. The pressure and stress is the cost.”

“Ok, why the bitchy attitude all the time?” continued Faria, “can’t you just be nice to people?”

Avani shook her head. “It’s a dog-eat-dog world. In every interaction you either win or you lose. If you aren’t getting anything from someone, doing something nice for them means you are losing.”

Faria had heard enough.

Programming mode. Serene. Blissful. Receptive.

Avani didn’t move, but Faria could tell by the slow shifting of Avani’s ass under her feet that she had fallen into her trance.

My next words will be your new thoughts

The stress of complete control is unbearable.

“—unbearable.”

Giving up control to someone I trust, is a relaxing, liberating, arousing experience.

“—arousing experience.”

Faria hadn’t been able to see Avani’s expression this time, but she was willing to bet that these commands would be hard for her to swallow. It would probably take Madeline some time to condition Avani to accept them fully. But they had all been repeated. Progress was being made.

Faria snapped her fingers.

“On your knees, Avani. We have more work to do. My feet hurt, dear. Pop off my shoes; I have a task for you…”

Avani gulped as she hovered her mouse over the link her hacker had just sent her.

Her sexual frustration issue had become much better over the last month. She had arrived at Madeline’s for their next meeting with every intention of not requesting anything from her mother at all, but then Madeline had answered the door, slightly out of breath in a pair of tight leggings and a sports bra that did a very poor job or containing her huge tits. She had been glowing with a faint sheen of sweat, apologizing for being in the middle of a yoga session at their meeting time.

Madeline’s alluring appearance, Avani’s consuming arousal, and the unforgettable knowledge that her mother had given her explicit permission, encouragement even, to request any sexual favor that she desired had been too much temptation for Avani to resist. Within ten minutes of the meeting beginning, Avani had kissed Madeline as if she was dying of thirst and her stepmother was a glass of cold, fresh water.

Avani had still been too embarrassed to ask Madeline to use her hands, but Avani had ended up straddling one of Madeline’s soft, powerful thighs, and the pleasure from the grinding pressure between her legs and Madeline’s tender, but dominant kiss had led her, moaning and shaking, to her first orgasm in a month. One of the most powerful orgasms of her life. Afterward, she laid her head on Madeline’s large breasts and recited all of her stresses and insecurities of the week, while Madeline held her close and stroked her hair. Madeline had been right. A ive, non-judgemental, trustworthy sexual partner had been exactly what she needed.

The meetings after that had been just as enjoyable. Avani had eventually worked up the courage to ask her mother to use her hands and fingers, first above the clothes, then beneath, to very satisfying results. She had even, after two bottles of wine, asked Madeline to eat her out, hardly believing how kinky she had become. Madeline had immediately complied with sparkling eyes and her trademark crooked grin, swiftly tugging off Avani’s pants, and giggling at Avani’s obvious arousal as she used her teeth to pull down her daughter’s lacy panties. Avani had been forced to ask her to stop after less than five minutes. She was afraid of the strange, powerful sensations that Madeline’s expert tongue had made her feel. Feelings that she definitely shouldn’t have for her mother, whether they were related or not.

Now she debated watching this latest video. It wasn’t as urgent anymore now that she had a partner to regularly receive her sexual energy, and these videos had sometimes had strange effects on her. She had just recently started wearing lipstick again.

But, after a minute of hesitation, curiosity got the better of her.

Avani’s mouth fell open, slack and soft, as she stared at Madeline’s outfit on the screen. The fireside setting was the same, but now Madeline had removed parts of the bustier that Avani hadn’t realized were detachable. Her huge breasts now sat, naked and proud, jutting up above the tight leather still covering the rest of Madeline’s torso. Her large, pink nipples were stiff and pointed, despite how warm the room looked. So making these videos aroused Madeline as much as watching them did to Avani.

The tiny black thong was nowhere to be seen.

“Good evening pet,” said Madeline, leaning forward and pushing her arms together slightly to showcase her naked tits, “I hope you’re been keeping those naughty hands away from your privates. We have a lot to do tonight, but before we get started, I want to give you a little incentive.”

Madeline leaned back, scooting her hips forward with a slow, hip-rolling motion while she spread her legs, exposing a plump, drooling pussy to the camera.

“I didn’t want to jinx you by saying so… but you are getting close now. You’re allllmost good enough to be my good little girl. And do you know what I will be when you are my good little girl?”

Madeline teased lightly at her pussy with a finger, and Avani stared with rapt attention. Her sessions with Madeline tended to leave her mother fully clothed, so this was her first clear look at Madeline’s tits, let alone her naked pussy.

“Your. Mommy.” Said Madeline firmly, fingers digging into her swollen cunt. Avanis hand slid down her belly, into her pants.

“And do you know what mommies do for their little girls? They take care of them. Little girls don’t need to think, or worry, or make decisions for themselves.” Madeline’s free hand had risen to one pink nipple, twisting and pulling. Unconsciously, Avani mimicked her, removing her bra and taking one her her nipples between her fingers.

“All good little girls need to do is love their mommy. Serve their mommy. Worship their mommy. Can you do that?”

Jaw slack, Avani nodded at the screen.

“Then maybe you are ready… Now, if you have been following what I said, you should be a very horny girl by now. That’s good. That’s how I want you. A desperate, dripping mess, willing to do anything to please her mommy. Don’t worry, baby. We are going to take care of all that pent up sexual energy tonight. I’m going to show you how to masturbate just like Mommy does. Do as I do…

This video was much longer than the rest, with a long, slow, guided masturbation. By the end of it, Avani’s chair was soaked. She might need to buy a new one.

Madeline finished the video with a smoldering wink.

“Next time, I’ll tell you all about how you can finally become my good little girl. Until then, keep using the techniques I taught you, and think of me.” The video cut to black.

Avani sat for a moment, naked and shiny with her own juices. She checked the clock. 1 AM. Well, if she skipped sleeping tonight, she could watch the whole video again.

Maybe even twice.

Madeline pulled away from her panting stepdaughter, who was currently making pathetic little whimpers of pleasure and bucking her hips against Madline’s fingers. Avani was once again deep in the throes of ion. She reached out to Madeline again, trying to pull her back into a kiss. “Please, Mother! I need you! I’m so close!”

“Wait now, sweetheart,” said Madeline with a chuckle, pulling her hand away from Avani’s tight wet pussy, “we need to talk. Did you think a little more about that suggestion that I made?”

Avani blinked in confusion, her brain was still focused completely on the hot, dirty sex that she wanted from Madeline. “You mean, about how you want to be my manager? I’m still not sure that…” Madeline laughed again and raised a slick finger placing it on Avani’s lips to silence her.

“Not that suggestion, although I do want to revisit that later. No, I mean my suggestion that we experiment with… control.” Madeline’s blue eyes seemed hot enough to burn Avani. She swallowed hard and looked away.

“Well, I’m not sure about that either, Mother,” she said hesitantly, “I’m… I’m a little scared to try.”

Madeline had made the suggestion in their last meeting. She had confidently pronounced that Avani’s stress came mostly from the fact that she insisted on controlling every single detail in her life and business. Madeline had suggested some sex play that she swore would help Avani release that stress…

“You trust me though, don’t you, dear?” asked the alluring older woman with a sad smile, “Submission is an exercise in trust. You put yourself fully in the hands of the person dominating you. That person completely controls you, but is also completely responsible for you. It can be exciting and thrilling, but also calming and ive.”

Avani did trust Madeline. And not just because of her blackmail videos anymore. Her beautiful, amazing, sexy mother would never do anything to hurt her. Avani knew it in her soul. And lately, when Madeline’s strong arms held her tight, when Madeline fingered her pussy aggressively, like she was taking what she wanted, when Madeline grabbed her chin and pulled it up into her kiss, Avani had started feeling a weak, squishy, embarrassing, nipple-hardening, panty-soaking feeling of erotic helplessness and willingness to please. She suspected that the games Madeline was suggesting, where Madeline would take charge of Avani and Avani would submit, would make Avani feel that new feeling more intensely than she would be able to handle.

“Let’s just try it, Avani.” Said Madeline decisively “We will use a safe word, so if things go too far, you can stop.”

Avani still wasn’t sure, but it looked like Madeline was. Avani had always kept tight control of everything, including her sex life. This new type of sex felt dangerous and scary to Avani. If she didn’t ire and trust Madeline so much, she would definitely say no. She saw in Madeline’s face how much this meant to her. Making her mother happy was important to her. She nodded silently, biting her lip with anxiety, agreeing to begin the sex game with her mother.

“Ok then, Avani.” Said Madeline, her demeanor suddenly shifting from warm motherly, and sweet to strict and commanding, “Strip.” There was an odd look in her mother’s eyes. Was it… triumph? Gloating? It didn’t seem to match the context.

Avani began to wiggle out of her skirt, blushing. She had been naked in front of Madeline many times by now (far more times than she had seen Madeline naked), but normally it just sort of… happened during their wild makeout sessions. Now she was being made to perform, Madeline was sitting there with that wicked smile on her face, bright, sparkling eyes leering at Avani’s perfect body.

“Good Girl.” Said Madeline in a low, predatory voice. It made goosebumps rise all over Avani’s body, and in an instant, her nipples were as hard as rock.

Madeline reached down into a duffel she had placed by the couch and pulled out an eye mask, like those used for sleep, and a swinging, jangling pair of shiny handcuffs. The older, dominant woman stood and clicked her way over to loom above Avani. She was wearing high heels today, which made their height difference even greater. Avani looked up at Madeline’s cocky, arrogant face, her stunning brown eyes as wide as saucers, suddenly feeling in her core the difference in size, power, and confidence between her and her mother. She shivered, feeling, like Madeline had said, completely in the other woman’s power. She was suddenly powerfully reminded that her mother was once a dominatrix who dominated and humiliated powerful men much older and stronger than her.

“What are those? What are you going to do to…”

“Silence.” Said Madeline, not loudly, but in a hard, strict tone that would accept no defiance. “You ask questions when you are in charge, little girl. But I’m in charge now. Now, you don’t speak. You listen.”

She reached down and slipped the eye mask over Avani’s face, plunging her world into darkness.

“Wait! Wait! But what is the safe word?” whimpered Avani.

Madeline chuckled low in her throat. “If you want me to stop… say ‘Mommy’.”

Madeline gently but firmly grabbed Avani’s arms and pulled them behind her back. Click Click The handcuffs snapped closed around Avani’s wrists, binding her arms, and leaving her standing in the middle of the room. Shivering, horny, and mildly afraid of what would come next.

Madeline had been restraining herself the best she could, but an evil grin split wide across her face as soon as the little bitch’s eyes were covered.

The sense of satisfaction was almost orgasmic in and of itself. The ice queen, nose-in-the-air, spoiled brat stood in front of her, bound and blinded, knock-kneed, submissive, and humbled. Avani’s lower lip quivered as she turned and jumped at every little sound. Her nipples stood straight up from her pretty little boobs, and her juices were already running down her legs. This loss of control might scare her, but it was also the most turned-on Madeline had ever seen her.

Madeline felt the rush of sadistic pleasure at having her revenge, but it was softened, at least a bit, by fondness. Madeline had always felt warm affection towards her submissives, and Avani certainly qualified as one of those by now, even if she was just beginning to it it to herself.

Yes, if Faria delivered, and it seemed like she would, Avani would be her submissive little girl forever, and Madeline took good care of her pets. Avani would be happy and loved, and fucked silly on a regular basis.

But, before the happily ever after, it was time for this kitty cat to play with the poor little mouse she had caught. Madeline silently removed her shoes and prepared to have some fun.

The room was silent. With her eyes covered, Avani’s sense of touch and hearing felt super-enhanced. Every swirl of air sent shivers up Avani’s spine. Surely she would be able to hear when Madeline walked with her high heels on. Did that mean she was standing perfectly still, right next to Avani? Avani took a tentative step forward, her bare foot planting down on the cool tile. Nothing. There was no one there.

“Hello?” She said quietly, a quaver in her voice. Where had Madeline gone? How long had it been since Madeline had released her arm? A minute? Five?

What if Madeline planned to leave her there, naked and bound, until a staff member found her? What if Madeline was stifling her giggles right now as she filmed Avani on her phone, cuffed and nude and horny, just waiting to hit send to the paparazzi? There was no way Avani would be able to remove the blindfold herself. Her lip quivered. She felt the sick, falling feeling of helplessness, her perfect control had been shattered by her cruel stepmother, and she had allowed it.

A cold stream of air blew directly on one of Avani’s already stiff nipples, making her yelp in surprise, her handcuffs clinking as she instinctively and uselessly tried to protect her breasts from the sudden sensation.

Just as she recovered from the sudden sensation, one fingernail traced lightly along the curve of her ass, making her twist away with a gasp. Every touch was elevated, and she could feel her skin tingle with the sensation. She felt like the nerves in her body were on fire in anticipation of where the next touch would come from. Was it still just Madeline in the room, teasing her? What if she had invited someone else? How would Avani know? Her ears strained to catch any sounds of movement.

A smooth hand slid across Avani’s flat belly, warm and soft. Avani caught the scent of her mother’s fresh, clean perfume, and heard Madeline stifle a laugh. Avani moved a few steps toward the sound, but Madeline was already gone.

Avani’s body now ached to be touched. This teasing game was bringing her sexual frustration to a boiling point. She was unused to being denied.

Suddenly, warm, strong arms wrapped around her from the front. She could feel Madeline’s skin pressing against hers. Her mother had removed her dress, and Avani could tell by feeling alone that she was wearing only a bra and panties now. A rare treat: Madeline rarely removed clothes during their sexual games.

Madeline raised Avani’s chin and kissed her aggressively, her tongue sliding dominantly into her daughter’s mouth. It was a completely different experience for Avani than their normal kisses. Cuffed and in the dark, Avani had no choice but to be utterly ive and submissive, giving Madeline complete control over her body

Madeline took advantage of that control, her hands sliding possessively over Avani’s lithe brown body, gripping and kneading her ass, teasing her erect nipples mercilessly, running her fingers through Avani’s raven hair, and fingering her tight pussy energetically enough to cause humiliating wet noises that Avani’s heightened sense couldn’t help but pick up. All of this while maintaining her red-hot, ionate kiss.

Avani felt pleasantly limp and weak, almost swooning into her mother’s embrace. With her hands bound, she was unable to touch Madeline how she craved to, and would be unable to defend her private areas even if she wanted to. She surrendered herself completely to Madeline’s erotic touch. But it was frustrating. Madeline was good at this. It felt like she was playing Avani’s body like an instrument, pulling out exactly the gasps and moans she wanted to hear. But it also became clear that she had no intention of making Avani cum. At least not right now.

Avani moaned and squirmed, writhing her hips in a fluid motion, humping Madeline’s stationary fingers in a desperate attempt to reach the orgasm that felt so close, yet so far away. Once again, just as she felt herself about to cum, the fingers withdrew, beginning to lazily tease her breasts again instead.

“Let me cum, Madeline!” She said, voice cracking with her frustration.

The hands withdrew from her breasts as well, and Avani felt an ominous pressure in the room.

Crack

Avani was so shocked that for a moment she didn’t know what had happened. Her ass stung and tingled. Madeline had… struck her! Spanked her ass, more accurately. No one had ever dared. Avani had become a bit protective of her butt over the years. A great ass was essential for being an influencer and model nowadays. Asses were in fashion. So of course Avani had put a great deal of work into ensuring her butt looked fantastic. But it was all the trashy tabloids were interested in. Avani put equal amounts of work into the rest of her body, but her ass was all that the idiot horndogs cared about. Too many of her failed romances had ended when a boyfriend’s excessive groping and pinching had revealed their fetish. Only one had been foolish enough to ask to spank her, and Avani was too intimidating for any of them to actually try it.

Madeline certainly wasn’t intimidated. “You don’t make demands right now. I’m in charge, and I say when you will cum. Know your place.”

Avani gave a little shriek as she felt Madeline pick her up like a doll. She knew Madeline was bigger than her, but she didn’t imagine that it would be this easy to lift her. She was being carried in Madeline’s arms. Where was Madeline taking her? Not outside, surely! Acani struggled weakly, out of sheer mind-numbing panic more than defiance of her mother. Suddenly, she felt weightlessness as Madeline dropped her. Anavi gasped, expecting to feel the hard impact of the ground at any moment. She landed with an ‘oof’ on the large, comfortable sofa, immediately scrambling to turn over.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Avani.” Said a hard voice above her, “Now it’s time for your punishment…”

Avani could almost feel Madeline’s arms approaching. Her butt still stung from where it had been spanked. What was Madeline planning to do to her?

“M-mommy…” She whimpered pitifully.

Nothing happened for a moment, and then light blossomed. The eye mask had been removed. Madeline, looking temptingly curvy in a lacy black bra and tiny panties, was already turning away, a slightly hurt look on her face. She marched over to a chair where she had laid her dress and pulled it back over her head. Avani struggled into a sitting position with her still cuffed hands. “I’m sorry, Mother.” She said quietly.

“Don’t be sorry,” said Madeline in a clipped tone, “If it was too much for you, that’s what safe words are for.” She turned back to Avani, raising one eyebrow. “I just thought you trusted me more.”

She approached Avani again, sitting on the couch and digging through the duffel for a set of keys.

“I do trust you!” Protested Avani, not realizing how absurd this same conversation would have seemed to her just months ago, “But you seemed so mad… and you spanked me.”

Madeline sighed. “It was an act, Avani. An act meant to excite both of us. When I am dominating you, sweetheart, it’s all about me. That’s the game. You need to be doing everything you can for my approval. It would be no fun if there were no consequences when you screw up.” Avani hung her head, a little sheepish about buying into the game too fully. “But did it work, baby?” Asked Madeline, her smile returning. “Were you excited? Because I was.”

Avani nodded slowly. “Yes, it was a little scary but…” She shuddered, feeling how wet she was. She couldn’t deny that putting herself in Madeline’s hands had been a thrill.

“Lay on your belly, dear,” said Madeline, gently assisting Avani to fall forward. One wrist if the handcuffs released with a click.

Avani rubbed her wrist. “Maybe we can just do a little kissing, just so that I can finish.” She said hopefully.

Madeline shook her head. “No dear, I’m afraid I got my hopes up and suffered a little disappointment. I will be happy to see you again next time we meet, but I think I need a little alone time today.”

Avani frowned. After being teased so effectively during her submission, her body was begging for an orgasm. She didn’t think she could wait for their next meeting. Well… giving up control to Madeline had been powerfully erotic….

“What if…” said Avani cautiously, “we didn’t have to be done with our game?”

“Hmmmmm,” said Madeline, raising an eyebrow, “so you are saying you want me to take control again?”

“Yes.” Said Avani, gently biting her lip, “It was pretty exciting, and I… I need more.”

“And are you willing to push through that erotic intimidation you felt? Maybe even embrace it?” Asked Madeline, leveling a serious stare at Avani.

Avani nodded, her eyes wide.

“And if, when I’m in charge, I decide that you need to get spanked?”

Avani wished that Madeline was willing to compromise about focusing on her butt. But it seemed like if Avani wanted to continue, she would have to accept Madeline’s sadistic desire to punish her perfect ass. Avani probed her feelings. When Madeline had spanked her, she had felt shock, embarrassment, and a little outrage. Submitting to a full spanking from her dominant stepmother sounded like a degrading experience, but curiously, the thought of being degraded at Madeline’s hands was no longer completely unpleasant. She hovered, indecisive.

“Avani.” said Madeline soothingly, laying a warm hand on her daughter’s naked thigh, “I would never do anything when I have control if I didn’t think it would turn you on. I know you haven’t been spanked before, and it’s a little scary. But I swear to you, if you trust me enough to submit to my hand, I will give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

Avani hesitated a moment longer, her big brown eyes locked with Madeline’s heated blue gaze. Then, for the second time that day, she nodded, submitting to her mother’s control.

“But this time, dear, ‘Mommy’ won’t be our safe word. Quite the opposite in fact. I want you to call me “Mommy” when you need more. When you can’t get enough. If you want me to stop, call me Madeline.”

Madeline, working with precise speed, pulled Avani’s hands forward, binding them in front this time. She slipped the eyemask back over Avani’s head, plunging her back into darkness. Avani heard a rustling sound, and then Madeline’s voice returned, once again hard and commanding.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Avani Rao. And for the first time in your life, it’s time to be punished. Madeline pulled her forward, this time onto Madeline’s warm, naked lap, with Avani’s arms pinned beneath her, preventing her from protecting her vulnerable ass. Madeline had removed her bra, and her large, firm tits pressing into Avani’s side as she was moved almost distracted her from the way her mother was rubbing a flat hand over her butt.

“So, no one has ever slapped these precious little cheeks… Even your daddy…” Her hand kept rubbing in a slow circular motion. Avani’s focus was consumed by the hand, dreading and anticipating the moment it would strike. Madeline had been right. This was turning her on. “I can’t say I’m shocked. You are the kind of girl that always wants her own way. The kind of girl who throws a big fit when anyone objects to her naughty behavior.” The hand had paused, resting lightly on Avani’s left cheek. “Do you know what we call a girl like that?”

“A brat!” Smack

The blow was painful, but not that bad. Avani experienced more pain when she went in for waxing appointments. The humiliation was much worse. She was a grown woman, letting another woman spank her. And she was getting off on it. Madeline positioned two fingers at the entrance of Avani’s needy pussy.

“Have you been paying attention, dear?” Asked Madeline with poisonous sweetness, “What are you?”

“ A b-brat.” responded Avani, squeaking as Madeline forcefully inserted her fingers into her daughter’s cunt.

“That’s right,” purred Madeline, “ but that’s not all you are.” She continued to roughly finger fuck Avani, making her stepdaughter arch her back and stifle a moan, eager for more.

“You’ve looked down on me for years, Avani. You called me a whore. I gave my body to others for money, so that’s true enough. But you gave your body to me just for fun. Do you know what we call a girl that does that?”

The fingers withdrew, once again before Avani had reached orgasm.

“A slut!” Crack the hand came down again, and this time Avani had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

Madeline inserted her fingers again, this time crooking them inside Avani, providing more sensation. “What are you, babe? Tell me.” said Madeline’s commanding voice.

“I’m... I’m a slut!” came Avani’s strangled reply. Somehow Madeline’s fingers felt more and more intense after each spank. Avani was reaching peaks of pleasure she had never felt before, and she still hadn’t cum.

“And worst of all,” said Madeline with disgust, “ is what you do to yourself.” Avani’s breath was ragged as Madeline continued using her fingers to roughly exploit her submissive pussy. “You have destroyed your own life by refusing anyone who tries to help you. By taking complete control, you’ve sentenced yourself to a life of stress and misery. There’s just one word for it…”

This time the fingers slipped out and cracked down in a spank so swiftly that Avani couldn’t anticipate it.

“Stupid!” Slap

“Yes, Mother! Yes, I’m stupid!” Moaned Avani, wriggling her hips, desperate for the return of Madeline’s strong fingers.

“You’re a stupid!…” CRACK “...slutty!...” CRACK “...brat! CRACK Who needs her mommy to spank her ass and punish her naughty pussy!”

“Yes!” Screamed Avani, near tears with pain and arousal and emotion, “Please punish me! Please punish my naughty pussy!”

“First you’re going to promise me.” Growled Madeline threateningly, “No more maybes, and we’ll sees. I’m your manager now. We both agree that your current plan is stupid.”

Avani was too deep in a haze of lust to care. “Yes! You control me! You’re my manager! Whatever you want!”

“You’re finally acting like a good girl.” Said Madeline with deep satisfaction in her voice, “and good girls get rewards.” Madeline lifted Avani off her lap and sat her down on the couch. Suddenly the eyemask was removed, and Avani finally saw her stepmother in all her naked glory, in the flesh. Not fat, but big and rounded and tall. Wide, shapely hips swelled out from a thin waist. A soft feminine belly led down to a plump, dripping, shaved-bare pussy. Massive, firm tits swayed above it all, begging to be sucked on. She was the opposite of Avani’s tight little body, but Avani definitely felt that opposites attracted in this case.

Madeline tossed aside the eyemask and dropped to her knees in front of the seated Avani, flashing her a wicked grin. She ran her hand up Avani’s thighs, gently spreading them apart.

“I was really hard on your poor little pussy, sweetheart,” Madeline said softly, moving her face forward, between her daughter’s thighs. Avani’s ass still stung and felt like it was glowing, she knew that any stimulation would send her quickly over the edge. Madeline’s face was inches from Avani’s sensitive pussy. She could feel her mother’s hot breath on her most intimate place. Madeline’s sparkling blue eyes left Avani’s pussy, flicking up to meet her gaze.

“Let Mommy kiss it better.” She whispered, the puffs of air sending shivers up Avani’s spine.

Avani thought about when Madeline gave her oral sex before. Of how it had made her feel such wild, deep, dark feelings for Madeline that it had scared her. She could say “Madeline” and end this right now before things went too far.

“Mommy.” Moaned Avani. “Kiss me, Mommy.”

Madeline dived forward hungrily, her lips and tongue teasing and fulfilling and satisfying Avani like nothing she had ever felt in her life. She tangled her hands in her mommy’s hair as Madeline drove her quickly towards a toe-curling, leg-quivering, soul-satisfying series of orgasms.

And Avani moaned out “Mommy” until her long, chained together orgasms finally ended.

Avani ran her pink little tongue up the sole of Faria’s foot, then stopped at the top to pop one of her captor’s toes in her mouth and suck.

Faria was pleased to see that Avani’s confident arrogance had finally started to break. Instead of glaring hatred, Avani now had a look of self-pity on her face as she completed the demeaning command Faria had set for her. Faria wasn’t especially into foot stuff, but there was nothing better for breaking a target. Something about being forced to serve in a way most common people would refuse made it hard to maintain the snobby bitch act.

“Why do you hate your stepmother so much?” asked Faria, enjoying the sensation of Avani’s tongue swirling around her digit. “You can stop sucking to answer.”

Faria’s toe left Avani’s mouth with a wet pop. “She is so confident, so… proud. And she hasn’t even done anything! All she did with her life before tricking my father was fuck perverts for money! I have to work hard every day to succeed and feel good about myself, and somehow this whore feels that she is my equal. My superior!”

“Ah,” said Faria, realization dawning, “You’re jealous of her. You’re jealous that she loves herself and isn’t insecure. Right?”

Avani’s will was breaking, but she mustered her remaining resistance to avoid answering this question. Faria slapped her lightly with a moist foot.

Is that right, Avani?

“Yes.” said Avani in a small, angry voice.

Programming Mode. Silent. Submissive. Slutty.

Avani let Faria’s foot go, and her hands drifted to her sides.

My next words will be your new thoughts.

The reason I am jealous of Madeline Rao is that she is a superior woman.

Avani didn’t like this at all. Her face was twisted with anger. This one would need a lot of training to settle in.

“—superior woman.”

The proper response to a superior woman is not to fight her but to submit.

“—submit.”

If I feel like my sex life and business life are too confusing, maybe it’s best to let someone else take control

“—take control.”

None of those had gone down especially smoothly, but Faria trusted that Madeline would have the skill to see them take effect. She had done enough to make sure Madeline would get the dominant relationship she wanted with her stepdaughter. Now, there was just one more important task. She snapped her fingers.

“Get those ridiculous clothes off, Avani. I want to have a heart-to-heart.”

Avani stared at the email from her hacker. No attachment. He claimed that there were no more videos. It didn’t make any sense. Madeline said specifically in the last video that “next time” she would finally explain how to become her good girl. There had to be more!

To be fair, Avani was seeing a lot of Madeline in real life nowadays. Their relationship had changed in a lot of ways since they first played their little power exchange game. Sexually speaking, Madeline had transitioned into being in charge full time. It made sense, Avani had to it. Mommy knew how to get her daughter off better than Avani did herself, and taking charge clearly excited Madeline much more than taking orders. So it was fair. She wasn’t being taken advantage of at all. The sexual tasks she received tended to be degrading, but Avani had found that the sick twisted pleasure she got from Mommy’s filthy demands was unlike any she could get elsewhere. And after the pain and humiliation, Madeline’s rewards and approval were deliciously sweet.

Madeline had become her manager as well. Avani had tried to wriggle out of it, but Madeline held her to her word, even when it had been extracted under sexual duress. Avani had found it oddly difficult to say no to Madeline in real life after she had taken control of the bedroom. It had turned out better than Avani had expected. Madeline had a real skill in tough negotiations and often had even the pissiest photographers and magazine editors eating out of her hand in minutes. Avani found that she had more time for the parts of her job that she found enjoyable, as well as more time to spend with her Mommy.

Avani checked the clock. Shoot, they were supposed to meet soon. An unusually late meeting. It was also strange that Madeline had picked out clothes for her. Avani apprehensively picked up what appeared to be a leather harness from her desk. Some new sexual game? The thought sent a hot flood of arousal through Avani’s belly. She had better hurry.

Avani was shocked to see the number of cars parked outside of Madeline’s house. Loud, pulsing music and flashing lights poured out of the windows. A party?!? Avani looked down at her clothes. Her Mommy had asked her to wear a flowing, gauzy, innocent-looking white dress over the leather harness, but some of the straps could clearly be seen poking out at her neck and lower down her thighs. It would be clear to even the most casual observer what she was wearing underneath her clothes. Avani hated having her business in public, especially her sex life. The last thing she wanted in the world was for anybody to find out about her humiliating submissive relationship with her own stepmother.

But Mommy had ordered her to come…

Her mouth dry, Avani stepped through the front door, eyes darting around, alert for anyone she knew.

Wow. Maybe she shouldn’t have worried about being seen as a pervert. Madeline Rao wasn’t just throwing a party at her house. She was throwing a sex party. Gorgeous young men and women were lounging on every surface, entwined sweatily with one another. They were all wearing leather gear, with varying amounts of private areas peeking through. Well, they had all started out wearing leather gear, there were countless pieces strewn across the floors, tossed aside by enthusiastic couples.

If anything, the white dress was what marked Avani as different. She moved deeper into the party, looking for her Mommy.

Finally, she saw Madeline, sitting imperiously on a sofa as a gray-haired man kissed her boots. She was wearing a tight leather bustier that bared her impressive breasts and a tiny black thong. Elbow-length black gloves covered her hands, and she wore tall black boots, currently being worshipped. As Avani approached, Madeline waved with a smile, nudging the kneeling man with a boot to break him away from his task.

“Mommy!” Said Avani Happily. Even in these uncomfortable circumstances, these days seeing Madeline never failed to make her heart beat faster. “You didn’t tell me it was a party!”

The old man jumped at her voice and turned. It was her father, wearing a black leather harness not unlike her own. She couldn’t help but see his large, stiff cock, bouncing as he swung around to look at her.

“Avi!” he said, eyes wide with horror.

“Father!” She said, raising her hands to her mouth, matching his shock.

“What a happy reunion!” said Madeline, amusement thick in her voice, “sadly, we don’t have time for you two to catch up. I have a very important discussion to have with my daughter. I’ll be back to take care of you later.” She said with a wink, reaching down to give Arnav’s cock a few quick pumps.

With that, the confident blond grabbed Avani’s had and led her deeper into the party, with Avani looking back over her shoulder at her equally confused father, her eyes unintentionally lingering on his thick, stiff cock.

Finally, they reached a private room. Madeline rushed her inside, letting the door hang slightly ajar.

“Mommy… my father… you and he… I mean, you’re divorcing him, right?” Babbled Avani foolishly, still mortified from seeing her father naked… his muscled physique…his impressive cock…

Madeline sat down in a wing armchair and gave her a flat look. “No, sweetheart. I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’m staying together with your father. I just think the three of us could be such a happy family.”

Avani felt a stab of disappointment. “But Mommy, I thought that… the two of us…”

Madeline flashed her a look of genuine shock. Then, she threw her head back and laughed. “You and I, dear? You thought… what? That we would get married? You want to marry your Mommy?”

Avani cringed at the ridicule. She hadn’t thought of it in those , but somewhere in her heart, she wanted Madeline all to herself.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t cry!” Said Madeline, still trying not to laugh, “I’m not trying to be mean. It’s just a bit silly. Your mommy would only want to marry someone who is her equal. That’s why I married your daddy. Besides, you silly girl, you don’t actually want to marry me.”

Avani looked into Madeline’s eyes, lifting them from where she had cast her eyes down in shame. The line about not being equal hurt, but she knew in her heart it was true. Madeline was the superior woman.

“You just want all of Mommy’s love. Sharing has always been hard for you, hasn’t it, Avani? Awww, come here, baby.” She held her arms wide, beckoning her daughter closer. Avani was still stung by Madeline’s cruel rejection, but she couldn’t resist her Mommy’s charms. She fell into Madeline’s embrace, the dominant older woman immediately squashing her daughter into her enormous naked breasts.

Madeline looked down at her submissive toy fondly. “Sweetie, you don’t realize how much love your mommy has. I can give your daddy all the love he could possibly want, and still have enough for you to get everything you want as well. So there. You’ll get lots and lots of sticky, nasty, dirty love from Mommy, no ring or white dress or expensive wedding required. Feel better?”

Avani nodded shyly, her face nuzzling Madeline’s nipples in the process. She still hadn’t fully recovered from being laughed at by the most important woman in her life, but she didn’t want to upset her mommy by sulking.

‘No, you don’t want to be my wife. You want to be something else, don’t you, Avani?” Avani caught a strange tone in Madeline’s voice and looked up to see a crooked grin on her mommy’s face. Something made her get up from Madeline’s lap and back away. She didn’t know how she had missed it before. It was the same chair, the same fireplace, the same outfit. Avani’s mouth hung open. It was surreal, like a wet dream bursting into reality.

“I know you’ve been watching my videos, baby.” Said Madeline Rao, leaning forward. “You’ve been watching them a lot. That can only mean one thing.” She paused, tilting her head to the side, with a finger on the chin in a pensive pose.

“So you want to be my good little girl, huh?”

Avani’s heart skipped a beat. Her breath came fast and ragged. She nodded, silently.

“Well,” purred Madeline, beckoning Avani back to her with a slim finger, “You certainly weren’t good enough to begin with, but you’ve made some progress.”

She pulled the dumbfounded Avani down into a soft, hot, wet kiss. “Mmmmm, your kisses have certainly improved. Good thing you found an excellent teacher.” Madeline’s soft warm eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of iron. “Now kneel.”

Avani fell to her knees, living her fantasy, eyes gazing up worshipfully at her mommy.

Madeline reached out a hand, stroking it down Avani’s face. “I told you next time I would tell you how to become my good little girl.” Avani nodded, nuzzling Madeline’s hand, eager to hear what she could do to please her Mommy.

“Good little girls don’t have to think for themselves, Avani. Their Mommy thinks for them.” Avani nodded enthusiastically, demonstrating her pathetic willingness to give up her thinking privileges. “Good little girls don’t sit on the board of their father’s company.” Said Madeline in a firm, commanding voice. Her piercing blue gaze bored into Avani’s soft brown eyes. “Their mommy can do it for them.”

Avani blinked. Her thoughts seemed to be swimming through syrup. Her board position was the source of most of her wealth and prestige. It was the reason no one could write her off as just another slutty influencer. Her Mommy wanted it.

Madeline leaned back and looked down her nose at Avani. “Right now,” she said in a low, sultry voice, “I’m your mommy in the bedroom. I’m in control of your lips, and your ass, and your tight little pussy. But, if you do this for me; if you sacrifice the thing that means the most to you in the world, I can be your mommy throughout your whole life. I can control your body, mind, and heart. That’s what it means to be my good little girl. Can you do that? Will you give me what I want?”

Avani’s mind was clouded with lust. She stared up with wonder at the dominant woman towering above her. Her wide, powerful hips. Her majestic, erotic breasts, as big as Avani’s head. The cruel, curvy smile on her alluring lips. Avani felt a dizzying wave of inferiority. She could never measure up. When one encountered a woman this much superior, it was foolish to fight. The correct response was to submit. Madeline had been right to laugh at the mere suggestion of marriage to Avani. It would be like a queen marrying a peasant. But she was offering a generous opportunity. Avani could humbly serve her, and be by her side, beneath her, but nearby. For an opportunity like that, sacrificing all of her pride and ambition was a small price to pay.”

“Yes, Mommy.” said Avani Rao meekly.

“Then we will seal it with a kiss,” said Madeline with satisfaction dripping from her voice. She rolled her hips forward and peeled away her thong. The shining thread of liquid momentarily connecting her pussy to the thong revealed her extreme arousal at seeing her arrogant stepdaughter made submissive and humble, kneeling before her.

Avani was hypnotized by the sight of her Mommy’s puffy, drooling pussy. Although Madeline had been leading her further and further down the path of kinky submission, almost all of their play so far had centered on Avani’s body. She had never tasted pussy before. She had never given oral sex to anyone, male or female. The old Avani believed that a sex act that only pleased her partner was beneath her. For someone as self-centered as Avani, her sexual pleasure was the only thing worth considering in the bedroom

Madeline moved her hips forward, her thick thighs now squished gently into either side of Avani’s head. Madeline’s pussy was inches from her face. Avani could smell her Mommy’s wild feminine musk.

“Go on.” Said Madeline gently, “You’re mine now. Completely. Let’s make it official.”

With her eyes locked on Madeline’s, desperately searching for signs of approval, Avani hesitantly moved forward and kissed her stepmother’s juicy cunt. Madeline immediately twined her finger through Avani’s silky black hair and pulled her tightly into her hot pussy.. The dominant woman’s eyes blazed with triumph as she ground her sex mercilessly against her arrogant stepdaughter’s pretty face.

It didn’t taste sweet, like some people said, but something about Madeline’s strange flavor, or maybe just being pressured into tasting it, drove Avani wild. Her tongue plunged and writhed in Madeline’s pussy, swirling around and flicking at her clit, doing anything she could to please her mommy.

In her state of arousal, it didn’t take Madeline long to reach orgasm. In her exctasy, her thighs clamped closed around Avani’s head, and for a long dozen seconds, Avani couldn’t breathe, totally cut off from air by Madeline’s thick thighs and spasming pussy. Then, finally, her mommy released her, face shiny and red, gasping for air.

Madeline smiled down at her, basking in her afterglow. “Take off your dress, Avani. I want to see my good little girl as the slut she is.”

Avani stood on shaky legs and whipped the dress off her head, leaving her standing in the black leather sex harness Madeline had picked out for her. It covered nothing, only emphasizing her body’s charms. Leather straps lifted and framed her breasts, crossed and squished gently into her firm ass cheeks and hips, and anchored themselves around her thighs.

“You’re mine now. But it’s not all downside. Being my good little girl comes with rewards as well. Let me show you what mommy can do for you.” Madeline pulled her by the hand, leading Avani to a sofa. She sat back and laid her daughter across her lap, face up.

Avani felt warm and cradled and safe in her Mommy’s soft lap. With the way she was lying, a stiff, pink, tempting nipple was right in front of her face. Even without moving her head, she could almost just reach out her mouth and….

Madeline caught her eye, her mouth curved up in its usual wicked grin.

“Suck.” She commanded.

Avani did so eagerly, pulling the large, erect nipple into her mouth and symbolically nursing. This position, cradled and controlled, sucking a superior woman’s nipples, awakened a primal, deep feeling of total dependence and submission in Avani. She closed her eyes in satisfaction.

Madeline’s strong hand pushed between Avani’s legs, possessively sliding a finger into her tight pussy. “Good little girls serve their mommy. Do you want to serve me, Avani?”

Avani released Madeline’s nipple, breathing heavily, “Yes, Mommy. I will serve you so well.” She returned hungrily to the swollen nipple, her deepest, earliest instincts telling her to seek milk from her protector and provider.

Madeline’s hand reached further down, her fingers spreading apart Avani’s firm cheeks, circling and putting gentle pressure on her tender virgin asshole. Despite their recent experimentation, Avani was still deeply protective of her ass. She knew that her mommy had been training her towards this moment with her recent teasing. She had no right to deny this superior woman access to all parts of her body, even if the sensations of anal play frightened and confused her with their strange intensity. Avani spread her legs wide to allow her Mommy easy access to her butt.

“Good little girls worship their mommy,” whispered Madeline, “Do you worship me, Avani?”

Avani nodded, releasing Madeline’s nipple only for a moment to whimper “Yes, Mommy!”

The pressure on her asshole increased. “Good little girls love their Mommy. Do you love me, Avani?”

With a sudden overcoming of resistance, Madeline’s finger slid into her asshole, the first foreign object that had even entered the young model’s gorgeous ass. She moaned deeply, the reddened nipple falling from her mouth, as Madeline slowly started moving her finger in and out.

“Yes! Yes, Mommy! I love you! I loooove you, Mommy!” Avani’s moaned words grew higher and higher pitched as Madeline’s finger moved deeper and faster. She clutched her stepmother close, rubbing her face into her mommy’s huge tits as she experienced her first anal orgasm, gasping and shaking.

“Cut!” Said Madeline triumphantly, “ I think we got some good footage there.”

“Hell yes! Said a rough male voice, “Fucking kinky bitches! This is fucking hot stuff.”

Avani turned to see the cameraman, zooming in on her face, Madeline’s shiny nipple right next to it. The blood drained from her face. She felt like she was going to faint.

“M-mommy… what? Why?”

Madeline just smiled, thanking the cameraman and showing him from the room. “I’m your manager, , dear? I just thought a kinky taboo sextape might be an exciting source of revenue. Of course,” she added with a cruel smile, “we don’t necessarily need to release it, but then you might have to listen to some of my other ideas to make up for it…”

(Months in the past, Madeline completes her programming session with Avani…)

Avani Rao stood, loose-limbed and relaxed, at the huge glass window of her office, staring out at the city. The sun was setting, and everything was cast in a golden light, which reflected from Avani’s eyes.

Faria had been staring at Avani’s nude body all day, and, at this moment, with the degrading lingerie removed, her nakedness had been temporarily divorced from sexuality.

“What happened to you, Avani?” Asked Faria, carefully phrasing her final, crucial questions, “Why did you turn out this way?”

For Faria, the fantasies were designed for both the client and the target. The client got to have their darkest fantasies fulfilled, but the job wasn’t finished if the target didn’t get catharsis and fulfillment of some kind as well. One advantage of her hypnotic technique was that it wasn’t possible to lie to yourself either once you had been commanded to tell the truth. It could be an excellent tool for self-examination.

Avani began immediately, too tired to fight back. “My mother left my father when I was thirteen. It wasn’t pretty. They hated each other. My mother couldn’t see me separately from him. She hated me too. It was a crucial time in my life, and suddenly the person I loved and looked up to the most abandoned me. She hated my father so much she told all the newspapers about the disgusting things he liked in bed, how he liked my mother to tie him up and…. It doesn’t matter. My father abandoned me too, in his own way. He was always drunk. He hadn’t met Madeline yet, but he spent most of his time with women a lot like her. Ten years ago, for his 45th birthday, I planned a surprise party for him. I picked out a present i was just sire he would like. Just a poor, lonely, fourteen year old, trying to make her fucked up daddy love her again. He didn’t even notice. He stayed out, drunk off his ass with hooker all night.”

Avani’s eyes never left the bustling city slipping into twilight.

“I learned then that I can’t trust or rely on or love anyone but myself. I learned that lesson again and again. I reached out to my mother when I turned 18, hoping to separate myself from my father in her eyes. No reply. I swore then that I would succeed on my own, and never need anyone else’s approval ever again.”

She turned to Faria with a bitter smile. “This year I’m going to throw my father a party he won’t be able to ignore, for the ten-year anniversary of the one he did. A board meeting where he is forcibly retired. One last present from a daughter who can’t love him anymore.”

Faria gently touched Avani on the shoulder. “It sounds like a terrible way to live your life.”

Avani simply shrugged, turning back to look at the city.

Programming mode. Silent. Pensive. Whole.

I forgive my father for his weakness.

“—his weakness.”

My mommy and daddy love me, and it is safe to trust and obey them completely.

“—obey them completely.”

Avani’s face was completely calm as she repeated the programming phases, not fighting these last instructions at all.

It had been a long day, and after such a difficult and oppositional programming session, Faria was just as tired as her target. After her usual commands to forget the entire session, Faria drove home for an early bedtime. She anticipated that Avani would make the training period just as difficult as the programming, but she assumed the impressive Madeline Rao was up to the task. Maybe she should check in more often this time if only to check in with Madeline more often. That night, she dreamed of what was to become of Avani Rao.

Faria arrived at the Rao estate on a morning just as bright and sunny as the first had been cold and rainy.

She was once again met at the door by Madeline’s cheerful welcome, but this time, Madeline had a companion. Avani Rao blushed and averted her eyes from her mommy’s houseguest, clad only in flimsy, sheer babydoll lingerie that didn’t hide her lithe brown body, only gave it an enticing air of mystery.

“Avani dear, have you met Ms. Faria? She is a good friend of your mother’s.” Avani’s beautiful brown eyes darted up shyly to study Faria’s face. Adorable confusion clouded Avani’s delicate features. “I… don’t know, mommy. She looks a little familiar.”

“We had a nice long conversation a few months back, honey,” explained Faria as they walked to the sitting room, Avani trotting obediently behind, “But I’m not surprised you’ve forgotten, you little ditz.”

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time.” Said Faria breezily, as Madeline and she sat down. Avani remained standing, fidgeting fretful with her erotic outfit, clearly mortified to be this exposed in front of a stranger. “I’m sure you will be busy with preparations for Arnav’s party. I’m a little disappointed that I wasn’t invited, though, dear.” Faria added reproachfully.

Madeline patted her on the knee. “Nothing personal, dear. It’s going to be just our little family tonight.”

Avani had just finished making her preparations to move in with her parents.Madeline had managed to keep it a secret from Arnav so far. It was part of his surprise tonight. Now that Madeline had taken over her seat on the board and most of the responsibilities of her fashion line and modeling agency, Avani no longer needed nor could really afford her spacious apartment with its home office. This way, she could be by mommy’s side all the time. Except when mommy went out. Avani usually spent that lonely time masturbating to the special videos her mommy made for her and waiting as patiently as she could. It was hard, but it made it even sweeter when Mommy came home for the day and rewarded her for being such a good girl. Her life was simpler now, and more pleasant. She no longer had to worry about the complexities of dating, finances, or thinking at all. She could just leave everything to Mommy. It was blissful.

“Well, I just stopped by to see the finished product and do one little tweak. It’s a little risky, but I think it will make the results that much sweeter. Also, I just have one small personal favor to ask.”

Avani watched as the strange woman whispered in her mommy’s ear, a wicked smile lighting up Madeline’s beautiful face. She knew that expression. It usually meant that something degrading and profoundly arousing was about to happen to her. She felt herself getting hot and bothered. Whatever it was, it was her job to submit as mommy’s good little girl. Her nipples stiffened visibly beneath the gauzy material.

“That sounds delightful!” Said Madeline Rao, beaming. “You have my full . I’m positive it will turn out well. As for the little favor, it’s the least I can do. My lovely daughter adores it when she is ordered around, so I’m sure she will enjoy the humiliation.”

Faria smiled and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the pants she was wearing. “Tell me, Madeline, is Avani a good kisser?”

“Oh yes, Ms. Faria,” said Madeline confidently, “I’ve taught her well. She is good at kissing anywhere on the body. Avani!” She snapped, “I want you to give my friend a big, sloppy kiss wherever she wants.” Faria wiggled her tight pants and panties down off her legs, revealing her lean, tan nakedness. Avani blushed and bit her lip. Faria noticed that Avani was still unused to being lent out to others by her mommy. Another amusing avenue of training for Madeline, the lucky woman.

“Y-yes mommy.” Stammered Avani, eying with trepidation the pussy she was sure she would be forced to service. She dropped to her knees, looking up submissively into the mocking eyes of her Mommy’s friend. “Where would you like me to kiss you, Ms. Faria?”

Faria savored the moment, ing the defiant, arrogant wildcat from those months ago in the office. No one spoke to her the way Avani had. Not without paying for it.

“It turns out hypnotism is real, you dumb bitch.” She said, emphasizing each word. “it looks like I influenced you pretty thoroughly. So you…” Faria scooted herself forward and angled her hips up, pulling apart her cheeks to expose the rosy little asshole inside.

“....can kiss my ass.”

Avani’s eyes grew wide with some residue of the indignation that had mostly left her emotional vocabulary. She turned to her mommy, seeking desperately for Madeline to say that Faria had gone too far, that of course she wouldn’t force her poor sweet daughter to rim a stranger’s asshole. Madeline only gave her a sharp nod, her eyes had the rigid, unflexible look that indicated that she didn’t want any arguments or hesitation from her sub.

Felling the shameful blush burning on her face, Avani leaned forward, nestling her face between Faria’s cheeks and extending her slim, pink tongue to service the woman who had remodeled her life. Avani’s tongue made with Faria’s tight butthole, and she slowly pushed it inside. Faria groaned with pleasure as the perfectly beautiful model busied herself between her legs. Avani looked fantastic on her knees, slurping and licking messily. It was where she had belonged all along.

Time for the final touch.

“How does it taste, Princess?”

Avani froze, tongue pressed against Faria’s sphincter. Faria waited. It would take a second for the old Avani to catch up and absorb the memories of everything that had happened in the past six months. In that pretty little head, a war was going on. A fight between an arrogant bitch, horrified at what she had been tricked into doing, and a submissive mommy-slut who had learned an entirely different way of existing. In extreme cases like this, only one could win. It would absorb the other personality, merging them into one whole, dominated by the winner’s way of thinking, but incorporating elements of the other.

Avani Rao groaned deeply, a heart-rending sound of blended lust, and shame, and defeat, and submission. Then her tongue plunged deeper, working harder and faster to please Faria, despite, or maybe because of her returned memory: she now understood what Faria had done to her. The mommy-slut had won, just like Faria and Madeline had thought she would. But now her humiliation would be even deeper, twisted by the knowledge that although she had been manipulated initially, she had chosen her new life.

Faria reached down and stroked Avani’s hair as the newly whole woman sucked and slobbered. “It’s better, isn’t it, honey? This life.” Avani nodded, even as her tongue continued its frantic motion, her nose doing very pleasant things indeed to Faria’s pussy.

Eventually, Faria allowed the red-faced submissive to stop. Faria felt immensely satisfied on a personal level but hadn’t orgasmed. For a sexual connoisseur like Faria, it would take much more than an inexperienced (if enthusiastic) rimjob to make her cum.

As she left, Faria gave Madeline Rao a lingering hug, delighting in the soft yielding curves pressed against her body. “It’s so nice to see a happy family,” She said with a smile. Avani had been sent to the bathroom to brush her teeth, so now was a good time to indulge her curiosity:

“What’s next for Avani Rao?”

“Well, her fashion and modeling business are still going strong with my direction, but we don’t really need her there anymore, even as a figurehead. I think it will be best to get her working on more and more risqué material until she’s banned from her social media s, then transition her to full-blown porn. Supplemented by some prostitution on the side. Like Mommy like daughter, after all. Well, not exactly the same. I understand that being a professionally submissive prostitute is a lot… rougher than being a professionally dominant one.”

Faria laughed, “Seems like a pretty cruel plan to come from her loving ‘Mommy’,” said Faria, gently chiding.

“Oh please!” Said Madeline with a nasty grin, “Being degraded gets that little slut hotter than anything else. She’ll love every second of her downfall and beg Mommy for more.”

“Well, I’m glad to have been of service. Don’t be a stranger, Madeline. Oh! And I hope Arnav has a happy birthday!”

“I think he will.” Said Madeline, her grin widening as Avani floated down the hall towards them, her face and mouth freshly washed.

Arnav Rao arrived home tired, but happy. He was actually pleased that Madeline had arranged for a private, intimate event rather than a blowout party. She had also hinted at a special surprise for his birthday, and her smile when she said it conjured all sorts of nasty, fascinating images in his head. Maybe she would tie him down again and… well, there was only one way to find out. He hurried inside to find his lovely wife.

He found her in the sitting room, wearing one of his favorite outfits, the bustier that left her amazing breasts exposed, tall high-heeled boots, and elbow length gloves. God, she was beautiful. A Queen, worthy of her throne. He was grateful he had found a woman as powerful and lovely as Madeline. She had on a wickedly large strap-on, which would normally mean it was going to be one of THOSE nights. But something was different this time. Madeline wasn’t alone.

A female figure knelt submissively at Madeline’s feet, hands held behind her back. Her only covering was a thick, elaborately tied, pale pink ribbon, crossing and binding her tight little brown body, barely concealing her nipples and pussy, and tied in a big fancy bow in the center of her chest. Her head was crudely wrapped in colorful “Happy Birthday!” wrapping paper, with a ragged hole ripped at her mouth for ventilation.

Arnav, approached, entranced by the erotic sight. The submissive figure heard him coming and gave an adorable little squeak, grasping one of Madeline’s legs in fear.

“Happy birthday, my love!” said Madeline warmly, pulling him in for a ionate kiss.

“And what have you brought, me, Maddie?” said Arnav, grinning down at the blinded young lady kneeling beneath them

“Well, baby, you are always such a gentleman about me playing with other women, I thought you could play some games yourself as a birthday treat.”

Arnav was deeply taken with the slut Madeline had provided. Her nearly-naked body looked uncannily like that of his awful ex-wife. Well, if his ex-wife had been more diligent about hitting the gym. It obviously wasn’t actually her: his ex-wife was a dried-up old crone now, not like this juicy young thing. Had Madeline found a lookalike, just to let him fuck out his anger at the bitch who almost ruined his life? He wouldn’t put it past her, she had always had an excellent attention to detail. The little slut trembled as she clung to Madeline’s boot.

“She looks scared, Maddie.” Said Arnav with amusement.

“Look again, Arnie,” said his wife with delight, “She’s practically dripping a puddle onto the floor. Not frightened, dear, anxious. She wants very much to please you, but she is afraid that you will reject her.”

Arnav bent down and slipped a rough finger beneath the ribbon to feel a stiff nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger, drawing a trembling moan from the girl’s mouth. “Why would I ever reject a perfect little whore like this?” He murmured. It was very rare indeed that Madeline allowed him to fuck other women, and he planned to enjoy this to the fullest.

Madeline pulled his pants down from behind, freeing his thick cock to bounce in the air. “Well…” she whispered in his ear, “time to unwrap your present.”

Arnav ripped apart the flimsy mask covering the woman’s face.

“H-happy birthday d-daddy!” Said Avani, her face burning with humiliated lust.

Arnav couldn’t breathe, Madeline had begun stroking his cock. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to think. His bitchy, ice queen of a daughter, who had taken after her terrible mother so much, was kneeling in front of him, offering her tight young body as his birthday present.

Really he should be disgusted. That was clearly that was what Avani expected, she was already cringing from his blank expression. Madeline whispered in his ear…

“All she wants is to please her Daddy. She wants to be your little slut tonight. Every night. She’s moving in. She is still hurt from ten years ago. You ignored her and didn’t even notice her gift. Don’t make the same mistake twice. This is her gift to her beloved Daddy. You HAVE to accept it. You need to show this slut how much you love her, the only way she understands.” Despite his hesitation, his erection never faltered, stiff and proud in his wife’s hands. “Take her, my love. She wants you.”

Avani crawled forward on her knees.

“ I love you Daddy,” she said sweetly, “let me show you how much.” His daughter began softly singing “Happy Birthday” as Madeline gripped the back of her head and guided it forward. His cock scraped the edges of his daughter’s soft lips as it entered her sweet little mouth, with her still attempting to sing as his cock silenced her. Her little tongue flicked playfully up the shaft of his pulsing cock, as Avani began to give the best blowjob her inexperienced mouth could give.

Avani’s lack of experience with oral sex was more than made up for by her enthusiasm. She sucked and licked and kissed every inch of her Daddy’s cock, until Arnav’s lust finally overcame his taboos. He dominantly grabbed his daughter’s head, the of his hands making her look up with her wide golden-brown eyes. Her mother’s eyes. “You want to make me happy?” He asked roughly, “Then you’re going to use that throat to apologize.” He thrust his cock roughly into Avani’s mouth, taking her control of the blowjob away, establishing his dominance.

“Always looking down on me, trying to get me fired, always thinking you’re better!” He thrust his cock in time with his words, exploiting Avani’s tongue and lips to the fullest, imprinting every inch of her mouth with the taste of his dick. “Just like.” Thrust. “Your fucking.” Thrust. “Mother!”

Avani backed away for a moment, managing to gasp out: “I’m so sorry Daddy! I’ve been a naughty girl! Please punish me! I love you Daddy!” before her mouth was once again occupied by her father’s raging cock. Although his furious pace never slowed, Arnav’s anger had burned away. He saw the submissive woman on her knees, doing her slutty best to make things right between them. “I love you too, Avi.” He grunted. Their relationship would never be the same, but the new thing that was starting excited him sexually and satisfied his longing to reconnect with Avani, both at the same time.

Madeline raised Avani to her feet, now bent double to continue blowing Arnav. “Mommy feels left out, you two.” She pouted. “Let’s all feel good together…” Avani felt her Mommy position the huge strapon between her cheeks, the freshly lubricated silicone pushing with increasing pressure against her tight asshole until suddenly it popped inside, filling and stretching her. Avani was no longer an anal virgin. Madeline looked down at the juicy slut in front of her. She had gotten exactly what she wanted. That arrogant bitch now choked on the cock of the man she had so disrespected and moaned as she pushed her ass back onto the strap-on of the woman she had called a whore. Madeline had won, just like the superior woman always did.

Madeline began to move, the punishingly large dildo pushing deep into Avani’s ass. Her father’s cock continued to mercilessly fuck her mouth. She was being spit-roasted in a threesome with her parents. She was being dominated by her loving mommy and daddy, and nothing had felt quite so good in her entire life.

Arnav came together with his daughter, leaning forward to share a deep kiss with his thoughtful, dominant wife as his thick load blew directly down Avani’s throat. Avani closed her eyes, gripped in a powerful orgasm, her mouth claimed by her daddy as her ass was claimed by her mommy. She was humiliated, and safe, and ed, and degraded.

She had a mommy and daddy who loved her, and she didn’t need anything other than that.