And Forget. Forget all of this but it remains locked in your mind. You will only remember when granted permission.

You will remain frozen until I have left and then… Wake.

Jolting up, Danny looked around, taking stock of their surroundings. Their head coming out of a fog as they slowly realized they were in their own room at home. The odd thing though was that Danny was on their knees, naked, and before they came to awareness they seemed to have been… prostrating on the ground?

With no memory of why they had been on the ground, nor how long it had been since, well, anything, Danny got to their feet. Their entire body was sore, as if they had remained stationary in that prostrated position for who knows how long, hours maybe? Danny looked around their sparsely decorated room, still bleary.

Their worn out bed on a Facebook Marketplace bedframe, a couple postcards their family had sent them from far away places, a poster or two of their favorite shows. Danny felt as if they were viewing their own life from far far away.

Seeing their phone on the side table, they picked it up and checked the time. Suddenly Danny was no longer seeing their phone from far away, they felt very much in the present.

“FUCK I’M GONNA BE LATE”

Danny, miraculously only five minutes late for work and still sweaty and out of breath for their trouble, started working as slowly as they could justify. Luckily, that was pretty slow.

They had a nonsense job, the kind that could only be justified by a massive corporation with money to burn and busywork to be done. Danny moved things around a warehouse, sometimes by hand, sometimes with a handcart, and for some reason exactly one time with a forklift despite the company INSISTING that they spend three days getting certified for it because they would need it all the time.

Because of the size of the warehouse Danny spent most of their time alone, which suited them just fine. Danny’s coworkers weren’t mean or unbearable or anything, but Danny preferred to get lost in their own thoughts to having to speak to others. And get lost in their thoughts they did, letting most of their mind drift to other topics while a small amount remained to puppet their body around doing the job that paid oddly well for menial labor (Danny had a pet theory that the company did some shady dealings or hid something in the warehouse and all the moving things around was just to keep that hidden, but that was based on almost nothing). Usually when this happened they would drift to planning D&D campaigns, or analyzing a favorite show for the umpteenth time, or very occasionally sexual fantasies, though Danny tried to keep those to a minimum since this was work even if it was boring as sin.

It seemed like today would be a day they failed to keep those at a minimum. While Danny’s body worked, their mind idly wandered through imagined scenarios. They started fairly mundane; A favorite actress in the lingerie they’d recently seen at the usually deserted mall, or themselves in a scenario they’d seen in online videos. But gradually they drifted to distinctly kinkier fantasies that Danny wasn’t usually interested in. Being tied up, being insulted, being spanked, slapped, whipped, wax dripped on them.

Some movement in the corner of Danny’s eye slammed their mind back into their body. Long brown hair trailing behind someone turning the corner away from them. No one else was working right now, Danny was supposed to be alone.

Before they knew why, Danny was running after the mystery woman, but she was gone without a trace when they turned the corner. Danny didn’t recognize the feeling in their chest. Longing perhaps? It crept up their throat as if they felt they were about to cry.

Danny spent the rest of their shift confused, disoriented, thinking about that glimpse. 

It wasn’t long before Danny saw That Woman again. In fact Danny couldn’t stop seeing her. They would see her eyes, sometimes sky blue and sometimes deep as the ocean, through the stack at the library only for her to be gone after running to see down the aisle. They saw her delicate hand pulling a door closed. They heard the sound of her heels ringing through the warehouse at work.

Danny didn’t know if their obsession was making them see her everywhere or if seeing her everywhere was making them obsessed but it was beyond questioning how deep the obsession ran now. They stared off into space thinking about her, trying to piece together the glimpses into a whole, but Danny’s mind refused to provide a guess as to what she looked like. It felt like trying to grasp a stream of water.

But not being able to picture a full view of That Woman did not stop the fantasies, if anything it intensified them. Danny pictured every expression those blue eyes could make, from adoration to loathing and disgust, feeling delighted by every single one. They pictured burying their face in That Woman’s hair, somehow as arousing as any explicitly sexual act they had ever experienced. Being trampled beneath her heels. Caressed, spanked, strangled, scratched, massaged, anything a hand could do, Danny imagined and fixated on.

A week passed, then two. Danny’s life began to revolve around this mystery woman, looking for her everywhere, trying everything they could think of to track her down. A month since her first appearance, and Danny realized that while masturbation to the thought of The Woman brought immeasurable joy, it never reached the crescendo of satisfaction. They couldn’t stop now though.

Three weeks later Danny was spending every waking moment not eating, sleeping, or working thinking of Her and self pleasuring without release. They walked through their life in a haze, only a tiny fraction of their mind in the present and the vast majority of it taken up by Her.

She was always in the corner of Danny’s vision now, a constant presence, omnipresent in their senses as she was in their thoughts. It wasn’t much longer that something snapped.

Danny had found several days before that prostrating on the ground naked and thinking about Her, as they had woken up the day they first saw Her, brought as much or more pleasure than anything their hand or a toy could do. At this point they had remained in that position for two hours, mind in a fog of pleasure, entirely absent of thought. A month with constant stimulation and no release had left their brain steeped in sex and worship. So when their doorbell rang, thought did not return. Danny simply stood up, not even feeling the protest of their muscles and joints from prolonged strain, and walked to the door.

In a daze, Danny opened the door. She was there. Eyes a deeper blue than Danny could have imagined, hair silkier and of a deep auburn, curves that were perfectly proportioned (or maybe it was Calia who made those proportions perfect simply by having them). Danny had never seen a more perfectly beautiful woman, and they knew with certainty greater than they knew their own name that they never would.

Without a word, Danny opened the door further and lowered their head in deference in a practiced gesture (though they did not remember that practice).

Calia walked in confidently, heels clicking on the hard floor of the entrance.

“Mmm good job pet, show your proper deference. You poor silly thing, poor stupid thing.” Her voice like honey in Danny’s ears.

Danny was annoyed, or rather they knew in the abstract they should be annoyed, that normally being told that would annoy them. And yet Calia’s voice did some strange transmutation, turning all she said into happiness and pleasure. To Danny it was as Earth shattering, as brilliant, as turning lead into gold.

Calia could read the phone book (if any could be found), or degrade Danny, or whisper sweet nothings, and all would bring Danny to rapture and worship. All would put the look of devotion on their face that was there now.

“Mistress… Goddess,” for that is what she had become to Danny in the instance since opening the door, “May I… worship you?” For Danny, so much as breathing must be allowed by their goddess.

A wicked smile, pitying, superior, reveling, played across Calia’s face.

“No.”

In an instant all pleasure turned to despair, Danny’s breath caught in their throat. They felt they would weep on the spot, their face turning into a mask of self reproach and fear. Seeing this, Calia’s grin grew even larger, having found the one thing she could say that would not bring Danny pleasure.

“After all, you forgot your mistress! I can’t allow that kind of behavior from my pet.” Ignoring Danny’s whimpers.

“Well… I suppose I can forgive you. After all, I was the one who made you forget. And now, Remember.”

And Danny did. They remembered months of being under Calia’s spell, of training and service. They had been her slave, her toy, her pet, her besotted lover. Anything she wished whenever she wished.

In remembering all of it at once, it flooded over Danny. The return of those memories overloaded Dannie, and they came. They came to the month of abstinence, to the return of their memories of torment and pleasure, and most importantly to the relief of once more having their mistress once more. Of belonging to their mistress once more. It was the most profound orgasm they had ever experienced, Danny felt like their soul had left their body as they collapsed to the ground in ecstasy

“Mmm and now come here pet,” Mistress Calia said, taking a seat and looking down imperiously at Danny, clinging to consciousness. “Now that you remember, I will permit you to worship. Get up off the floor and show your devotion.”

Months later, Calia looked down at Danny, who in that moment was devoting all of themselves and their passion to worshiping Calia’s pussy, with a slightly bored look on her face. She had all but broken them by now, no more fun to be had.

She sighed, considering how she would find a new toy since this one was in such a state, but then a wicked smile spread across her face.

It had been so much fun to force Danny to forget last time, what might happen if she were to leave them stewing and unable to satisfy their desire for longer this time, or perhaps four months? What might Danny’s reaction be to remembering even more pleasure and torment than last time?

Calia smiled wider, envisioning it. She called out, “Come here, pet, look deeply into my eyes and Forget…”