"You aren't serious."
Yvonne just grinned at her friend mischeviously, wagging her eyebrows. "I don't know, Jay, wanna find out?"
"I don't think-"
"Would you please stop talking?" Yvonne said, and suddenly Jay found his mouth open, unable to say anything, unable to make any sort of noise of protest. He tried moving his arms.
"Would you please kneel at attention for me?" Yvonne said, and without his input his body let his game controller slip from his hand and onto the floor, where he rested on his knees, eyes staring unwaveringly at Yvonne. Inwardly he was crying out to check and make sure it wasn't broken, but his body refused to obey, waiting for Yvonne's further orders.
"Would you please be able to talk again?" Yvonne said, and Jay sputtered.
"Yvonne, what is even going on right now?!" Jay said, still unable to take his eyes off of Yvonne's face.
Yvonne crouched, so they were almost at eye level. "You dared me, remember? You thought you were too strong-willed to fall under my control."
"I'm...I'm not being controlled!"
Yvonne grinned wickedly. "I bet you're feeling pretty scared right now. Would you please tell me the truth?"
"I'm terrified," he said immediately. He wanted to glare at his mouth. Traitor.
"Would you please be ecstatic about being controlled by me?" She said, and Jay felt a haze go over his mind, swallowing up any complaint. This was good, actually. Controlling him was good. It was wonderful.
A dreamy smile found its way to his face.
Yvonne wanted to cackle. Jay had been the one to ask for this fantasy, and Yvonne wanted to give it to him. The conditioning sessions he conveniently forgot were doing their job nicely.
"Good boy, Jay. Now would you please call me Mistress and take off those pants? We've got some work to do."