“Aaand… scene.”

Renee blinked, suddenly no longer compelled to lick Tanya’s pussy. She collapsed back onto the carpeted floor; through her slightly lidded eyes, she saw her therapist Megan reach behind Tanya’s head and remove the black ball gag.

“What the… fuck,” Renee gasped. “Holy shit. Tanya. Tanya, are you okay?”

Tanya, now having her hands uncuffed from behind her back, smiled broadly. “Of course! You did great!”

“No, I mean are you okay?” Renee dragged herself up to a seated position, looking the brilliant blonde right in the eyes. “You were stuck in a closet in a bunch of bondage gear. What the fuck, and are you okay?”

“I’m… I’m good!” Tanya furrowed her brow, seemingly perplexed. “Why are you freaking out?”

“Because I… you… why are you not?”

“Because everything went great!” Tanya’s smile returned. “That was way better than last time. Megan told me you’d been practicing, but wow!” She studied Renee’s face as Megan unbound her ankles. “That doesn’t seem like it answered your question, though.”

“Tanya. Are you seriously Megan’s… like… bondage slave?”

Tanya nearly guffawed. “Oh my god, Renee, no! Of course not! That’s all part of the show!”

“The show?” Renee stumbled to her feet, searching around for where her clothes ended up. She saw Megan, halfway out the door, mouth “I’ll go get them” before exiting.

“Well, yeah. You wanted to experience the whole ‘brainwashed sex’ thing again, so Megan called me in to play the role of ‘bondage slave.’ I have to say, you really got into character!”

“Into… no. Tanya, that was actual brainwashing. Like, she said…” Renee put her hand to her forehead, desperately trying to conjure the word. “She said something and snapped her fingers. And then I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Wow, so you’re method acting? That’s so cool!”

Renee started pacing in circles. “No, it’s not acting. She’s… she’s controlling me. She’s hypnotizing me, or drugging me, or both? Or something else? It’s… something is fucked up, Tanya.”

“You’re acting weird, Renee.” Tanya’s smile had disappeared, replaced by a look of genuine concern.

“I’m acting weird? When we met at the trailhead, you were the sanest person there. But now you’re dressing up in bondage gear and hiding in my therapist’s closet?”

“Well, yeah. She asked me to,” Tanya pouted. “She said you needed my help, and you’re my friend. And good girls help their friends.”

Renee froze. “What did you just call yourself?”

“A good girl,” Tanya said, her brilliant smile returning. “I’m a good girl, and I want to help you be one, too. Good girls make more good girls.”

“No. No no no.” Renee ran to the exit door and grasped desperately at the handle. “Fuck, no, come on, open, come on…”

“Renee.” Tanya’s smile remained, but her tone had lost its mirth. She raised her right hand, her thumb and middle finger poised to snap. “You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

“I… no, please…” She could barely see the locked door handle through her welling tears.

“The bondage stuff?” Tanya stepped closer, her nude form swaying, the twin black hearts on her crotch glistening. “The bondage was a fun little performance I put on for my good friend Renee.”

“Tanya, I…”

Tanya cradled Renee’s head in her left hand and laid a soft kiss on her lips. “But if there’s one thing that’s real, it’s the bliss of being a…” She raised her fingers to snap.

“_{Good girl}.”