“…And so then I said, “Listen, bitch…””

“You didn’t!”

“‘Kay, maybe I’m exaggemerating a bit, but tha’s what I wanted t’ say. So I said t’ her, I said, fer real, “Look’ere, ma’am. All y’re sayin’s that ‘s blue. ‘S not my job t’ read y’r mind from that, and ‘s not my job t’ name random blue books and hope we get lucky. So either you find out more ‘bout it, or I take you t’ the erotica section, ‘cos ‘m sure you’ll find plenty’a blue books there.”

Gabby and Trevor burst into loud, drunken laughter as Brit smiled into her glass. She’d been saving that story for some time for an occasion just like this, and judging by her roommates’ reaction, she’d nailed it. To celebrate the upcoming long weekend – despite the fact that Trevor’s work as a firefighter meant he’d be on shift on Monday anyway – Gabby had busted out a bottle of wine, and after several refills each, all of them were decidedly tipsy. They were sprawled across the seats in their shared living room, the dating couple snuggled together on the sofa and Brit curled up in the neighbouring armchair.

“An’ your boss jus’ lets you say that?” Trevor asked.

“Yuh huh! They’re super cool, an’ they trust me!”

“Lucky,” Gabby muttered, putting up a veneer of irritation but with no real bite behind it. Draining her glass, she reached for the bottle, only to find it empty. Setting the glass down on the coffee table instead, she straightened up with a smirk on her face.

“‘Lright, tha’s enough borin’ work talk fer the night. Whaddaya say we spice things up? Anyone got any kinks they wanna share?”

Trevor almost choked on his drink. “Bloody- s’m warning nex’ time, babe?”

“Sorry…” Gabby drawled, not sounding sorry in the slightest.

“Sounds fun,” Brit drawled, “but ‘f y’re askin’, you sh’d answer first.” She returned Gabby’s smirk.

Gabby, it turned out, was willing to walk the walk as well as talk the talk. “Yeah, okay… ‘ve always fancied m’self a bit’f a domme, yaknow? Seein’ cute boys an’ girls jus’ squirmin’ an’ beggin’ unner me… ‘s hot.”

Trevor looked surprised. “You hadn’t told me that yet!”

“Well… didn’ wanna drop you in the deep end with me. Given how ador-ba-bib-bly naïve you c’n be…” She snuggled further up to Trevor, which seemed to mollify him.

“Ya’ got me there, I guess… I dunno ‘f I really have any kinks yet.”

“C’mon, you’ve gotta thing fer my boobs, haven’t you?”

Trevor turned bright red as Gabby cackled, Brit chuckling along as well. “I don’ blame ya, Trevor; she’s got s’m nice boobs…” He turned even redder somehow.

“Alright then, Brit,” Gabby eventually managed. “Your turn, girl.”

“Welllll… Hypnosis?”

Trevor looked confused, like he’d never heard of hypno-kink before, probably because he hadn’t. Gabby, on the other hand, leaned forward. “Go on… what side’f the pendant?”

“Uh… subject,” she admitted.

“So… hol’ up; you like the idea ‘f bein’ made to act like a chicken?” Trevor looked completely baffled; the wine clearly not helping. Gabby giggled at Brit’s mildly irked expression.

“No no no, there’s more t’ it than that. ‘S like… givin’ up control… feelin’ like I hafta obey orders… bein’ at someone’s mercy… ‘s hot, I dunno.”

“Ya got any dream hypnotists? Someun y’d wanna have dangle a pendant in fronta you?”

The words came out of Brit’s mouth before she had a chance to think them through. “Uh, both’a you, I guess?”

Brit blinked in shock as the realisation hit, freezing up on her chair. Trevor seemed blindsided again; Gabby looked like she’d just eaten something she’d never heard of before, and found it delicious. “Really?” she drawled. “Y’re ‘nto us?”

It was almost a miracle that Brit found her voice. “W-well, yeah? I mean, look atcha. Yer both stunnin’.”

“That was hardly in dispute,” Gabby chuckled, smug but hardly incorrect. Gabby was a tall Black woman with curves in all the right places: rounded face, aforementioned great boobs, and an equally great butt that the leggings she was currently in really brought out. Trevor was a slightly shorter Vietnamese guy, compact and muscular thanks to his job, with perpetual stubble and an easy grin that was just starting to come back to his face as he processed Brit’s compliment.

“Uh, back atcha,” he managed, drawing surprised – but far from displeased – looks from both women. Brit’s attractiveness was also not really a matter of dispute. She was a short blonde; on the skinnier side, but filled-out more enough where it mattered.

Gabby’s smirk had barely left her face for the whole chat. “So… ‘re we all on-board fer a threesome sometime, then? Maybe with Brit helplessly spellbound and compelled by us?”

Brit giggled nervously. “Uh… maybe? But I don’ wanna talk ‘bout it now; I’m too drunk fer this.”

“Wouldja say yer feelin’ sleeeepy?” Trevor teased.

Brit threw a cushion in his general direction, then burst into giggles again, and the conversation moved on.

Gabby and Trevor didn’t bring up that chat for the next two days, which Brit found a relief. Had she meant what she’d said? Yes, every last word. Did she actually want to take action on it? Well… that was a scarier step. So she kept her mouth shut, and wasn’t sure whether the others were as well, or if perhaps they’d actually forgotten it along with much of the rest of the evening.

Trevor had a full-day shift on Monday, leaving Gabby and Brit alone for the holiday in the rental house. Both women were content to leave the other to her own devices for most of the day. They chatted idly whenever they crossed paths, of course, but didn’t really do anything in particular, both lazing round in their comfiest clothes.

Around 5, however, as Trevor pinged them on the house groupchat to let them know he was on his way after a relatively uneventful day, Gabby DMed Brit.

Gabby: Hey, I’ve found a fun video I wanna show you. Can I cast it to the TV?

Brit: Sure thing! I’m already there

Gabby: Cool ;) I’ll get it started now, be there in a sec

Brit looked up from her phone and to the big screen, which, sure enough, flickered to life. Gabby’s tastes in videos tended towards either cute animals or engineer-y stuff, so Brit was expecting one of those sorts of things. Instead, she got a purple spiral, rotating slowly against a black background. She frowned in confusion, but didn’t look away, her kinkier side coming out and deciding to indulge for a second. Or two. Or…

It was perhaps half a minute, with no sign of Gabby, before Brit mustered up the will to speak. “Uh… Gabby? Are you sure- did you mean to cast this?” Her voice was already sounding a bit dazed.

“Yeah, hun, I’m sure. Just keep watching; I’m sure you’re doing well.” Her tone was light on the surface, but carried the slightest of edges, enough to squish any arguments Brit might have made, and instead send her back to just gazing into the spiral her roommate was showing her. She could’ve fought it off, she was an experienced enough subject to know how to; but right now there was no need. And besides… part of her really hoped that this was going in a particular direction.

After what might have been another half minute, but could also have been far longer, Gabby entered the room behind her. “Look at you,” she cooed softly, the authoritative edge still present in her voice. “You’re dropping so well for my spiral, aren’t you? Dropping into a lovely trance like the good girl I know you are.” Brit exhaled quietly, but otherwise made no reaction. “So I remembered the conversation we had on Friday,” Gabby continued, her voice adopting a steady, calming cadence. “And over the weekend, I decided to look more into it. Look at how it works, how to have fun with it… how to make pretty girls go all blank and obedient for me. I think you’ve got me hooked, Brit.” She giggled quietly, one hand coming over the couch to gently stroke Brit’s hair. “And you got me wondering. What would happen if I showed my pretty girl a pretty spiral? Would she start sinking, and dropping, and going mindless for me, even if I didn’t tell her to? Would she be such a horny girl for hypnosis already, that she’d know how to drop deep without any experience on my end? Would she allow herself to become my perfect, brainwashed sub? Well? Would she?”

“Yes,” Brit breathed out.

“Yes, who?” Still gentle, but insistent, in a way that brooked no denial.

“Yes… Mistress,” Brit answered.

Gabby’s breath hitched behind her. “Fuck, that’s hot,” she murmured, briefly dropping the character of the all-commanding domme. She swiftly recovered, however. “But you’re not quite there yet, are you? You’re not deep enough. I want you completely gone for me; nothing but an empty shell for me and Trevor to use as we please. Would my good girl like that?”

Brit shivered slightly. “Please, Mistress.”

“Good girl, Brit. So, I thought the spiral wouldn’t get you there alone, or at least not quick enough. So I wondered… how could I drop you further? How could I drain every last drop of thought and free will and disobedience from you? And then, I thought… well, the spiral’s already draining your mind, capturing your focus and thoughts and attention. So maybe…” A pocket-watch – an honest-to-God pocket-watch, on a gold chain and everything, dropped down in front of Brit’s face, the blonde going cross-eyed as she tried to look at it. “Maybe, I should make you focus on two things at once. Make you divide the scraps of your mind, the dregs of your attention, your last microgram of focus, between two different things. Let them drain your mind twice as fast, take away your independence twice as efficiently, surrender twice. As. Fast. You want that, don’t you?”

“Mmmm…” Brit mumbled, eyes flickering in confusion between the spiral and the swinging watch, watch and spiral, each demanding more from her, which she willingly surrendered.

“Gooood girl,” Gabby drew out. “You’re close, aren’t you? Close to complete blankness, complete enslavement. Close to being completely and utterly mine. You’re going to give up the last of your independence soon, when I snap my fingers, and it’ll feel so good, knowing that I’m completely and utterly controlling you, fulfilling one of your deepest fantasies. Isn’t that right?”

“Please, Mistress…”

“Good girl; good slave. Becoming completely blank, and mindless, and empty, and obedient, and mine… now.”

Gabby snapped her fingers, and Brit’s remaining awareness joyously winked out like a snuffed candle.

Brit was there, but she was not. She was deeper, blanker, less, than she’d ever been. But something was still there. Perhaps it wasn’t her, but something had to be in her head, feeling Gabby stroke her hair and hearing her coo about what a good, blank toy she-it was right now. “And you’ll do whatever Trevor or I tell you, without question, won’t you, gorgeous?” she murmured, and Brit nodded vaguely without any real understanding of what it was she was agreeing to, but at the same time, knowing she wanted it. “Good girl… I think I want to surprise Trevor with you; serve you up for him on a platter, so to speak. That sound good? Of course it does,” she continued, not waiting for an answer. “Follow me.” Gabby turned and left the room, and Brit stumbled to her feet, trailing almost aimlessly behind her to Gabby and Trevor’s bedroom. “Kneel,” Gabby commanded, pointing to a spot between the bed and the window, and Brit sank to her knees there, looking blankly up at Gabby for guidance. The other woman gave her a quick once-over. “God, you look so hot like this…” Her eyes flicked to Brit’s chest, where her nipples were beginning to show beneath her shirt. “And you love this too, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Barely the ghost of a whisper, but unmistakable all the same.

“So good for me; for us. You’re just gonna remain here, kneeling blankly for me, until Trevor gets home. And then, when he walks through the bedroom door, you’ll crawl over to him, pull out his dick, and suck him off. Is that understood?”

“I hear and obey, Mistress.”

Gabby visibly shuddered. “Fuck, you make it hard to be patient. You’re too damn sexy for my own good, Brit; why the hell didn’t I do this years ago? Oh, well… see you soon.” Gabby walked out the door, back towards the living room, and left Brit kneeling there, alone in the silence, without even her thoughts for company, as she had none.

An unknowable amount of time later, Brit heard the front door creak open. She could hear Gabby and Trevor talking, but as it wasn’t directed at her-it, she had no idea what they were saying. Two sets of footsteps approached their bedroom, and then the door swung open. Trevor was the first one through, and Brit’s eyes locked onto him – more specifically, onto his crotch – as she lowered herself to all fours and slowly, deliberately, crawled towards him. “Uh, what’s going on here, Gabby?” he asked, gazing into Brit’s eyes and seeing nobody home.

“Ta-da!” Gabby cheered from behind him. “Isn’t she so hot?”

“I- uh-” Trevor stammered as Brit reached him. Returning to a kneel, she looked directly up at him, gaze still completely blank, as her hands reached for the ties of his uniform trousers. She undid them efficiently, slipping his trousers down just low enough for her to see his briefs in full, which she also grabbed by the hem and pulled down. Trevor was only just beginning to develop an erection, but Brit could take care of that. She reached out a hand to stroke his dick- and Trevor grabbed it. “Whoa, whoa, what’s happening here, Brit? Are you okay? Gabby, did you do something to her?” He was starting to get distressed.

“Well, I, uh… you know, she said she wanted… uh…” Gabby was floundering, clearly confused.

Brit pulled her hand out of Trevor’s grasp and allowed it to drop back into her lap. Then, in a concerted effort of will, she shook her head, blowing away some of the cobwebs. When she looked back up at Trevor, her gaze was clearer, if still a bit distant. “How much did you tell him, Mistress?” she asked, craning her neck to look at Gabby. She was still too far gone to be properly accusatory, but there was definitely more than mindless compliance in her tone.

“Um… nothing? I wanted it to be a surprise…”

“I see. How much do you know about hypnosis?” she asked, looking at Trevor, having elected to drop the honorific for now.

“I… as you probably guessed from Friday, not much? Did she- are you hypnotised?”

“Yes. I let Mis- Gabby hypnotise me into being your mindless slave. I’ve got enough experience that I won’t do anything I don’t want to do; I’m still in control. But I want to allow myself to give up control to you… if you’re comfortable with it.” She backed off slightly, giving Trevor space.

“I, uh. Are you sure? Like, it looked like you had nothing behind your eyes at all when I came in here.”

“I didn’t. Or, I felt like I didn’t. Then you got concerned, so I decided I should think. If you want me not to think again, I’ll stop… and I’ll do whatever you say.”

Trevor gulped audibly, but he was clearly starting to come around. “A-are you sure? This is a big step…”

“I’m sure. I trust both of you to be good, and I trust myself to know when I’m not good. And I also know… that Gabby just dropping me got me about as horny as I’ve ever been in my life.”

Trevor reacted visibly to that, before turning to grin at his girlfriend. “Okay. A bit more warning might be nice next time you do something like this… but I’m in, at least this once.”

Gabby smiled, pulling Trevor into a hug. “You won’t regret this, babe. I promise. Brit? Go blank for me.”

Brit’s eyelids fluttered, and her head briefly slumped forward. When she looked up, she was once again devoid of expression, her eyes focusing on Trevor’s dick. “May I, Master?” she asked.

Trevor wet his lips. “Lemme… uh, lemme sit down first.” He shuffled over to the bed, Gabby sitting down behind him. Brit crawled back over, pulling his trousers down to his ankles and extending a hand once more towards his dick. Trevor allowed her to make contact this time, gasping quietly as she traced a finger along his rapidly-increasing length. She wrapped her hand around him, beginning to pump slowly, urging him towards full mast. “Fuck,” he whispered.

“Is this pleasing to you, Master?” Brit asked, her tone as bland as if she were discussing the weather, face still a blank mask gazing up at him. Trevor just nodded as Brit began to delicately rub at his tip, drawing the first drops of pre out of him.

“She’s doing well, isn’t she?” Gabby asked from behind him, lips moving to his jaw as she wrapped her arms around him. “She looks so hot as our mindless slave, doesn’t she?”

Trevor turned to look back at his girlfriend. “Y-yeah, you could say that…” he managed. “I suppose this was a good- ahh…” He cut himself off with a gasp as a new source of warmth came into contact; turning his head back, he could see Brit beginning to lick at him, up and down his length, before gently wrapping her lips around him and bobbing her head down onto his dick. “Oh, hell, keep doing that,” he managed, fists gripping the sheets. Another gasp escaped him as Gabby slipped her hands under his shirt, beginning to toy with his nipples. “I- I don’t think I’m gonna last long,” he warned them.

“That’s okay,” Gabby cooed into his ear as Brit began to slowly take more and more of him into her mouth. “It’s normal to want to come so quickly when you see something as sexy as this. Do you think we should keep her?”

“I- um- fuck…”

“I’m only teasing, babe… but I also don’t think this should be a one-time thing. Imagine having her just on standby, hmm? She’d be our roommate most of the time, but whenever we’re in the mood… we just snap our fingers, and we’ve got a completely willing sex toy right here. Doesn’t that sound fun?” Gabby had been speaking loud enough for Brit to hear, and whatever was left of her clearly agreed, eyes widening as her pace on Trevor’s dick increased. He was trying his utmost not to thrust into her, not wanting to harm her, which Gabby seemed to sense, as she murmured, “Let’s keep you still there,” and ran a hand down to hold his hips in place, grabbing at the base of his dick at the same time.

“I- fuck, I’m about to-” he tried to warn.

Brit gave no indication she’d heard, but Gabby clearly saw something in her face. “I think our toy wants it in her mouth, babe. Why don’t you give her what she wants?”

That was enough for him, and Trevor clapped a hand over his mouth as he moaned loudly, hips thrusting forward as his cum splashed into Brit’s willing mouth. She still gave no visible reaction, continuing to work at him through his climax. “Don’t swallow yet,” Gabby ordered as Trevor returned to himself and Brit pulled off his dick with a quiet pop. “Open.” Brit’s mouth flopped open, showing his cum still in her mouth. “Good girl. Now swallow.” She did so with an audible gulp, hands returning to her lap to wait quietly. “Was that fun, babe?” Gabby whispered into Trevor’s ear.

“I- yeah, you could put it that way,” he managed. “I- I definitely enjoyed myself. And some of the stuff you said…”

Gabby giggled. “We can talk more about that later. For now, I think our toy deserves a reward, and so do I. So why don’t you just sit back and look pretty, and I’ll take care of her?”

“What about dinner?”

“I think at this point, we’re ordering takeout. I guess you can take care of that, if you’d like…”

Gabby turned back to Brit, who hadn’t moved. “Strip,” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.” Brit pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it to the side as she exposed her breasts, uncontained by a bra. She peeled her socks off quickly, then stood up and pulled down her trackpants, standing back up to show her already wet and puffy cunt. She stood to attention, awaiting further instructions.

Gabby blinked. “Are you- were you going commando the whole day?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Why?”

“I like it, Mistress, and I knew I would not be going anywhere today.”

Gabby stood up and walked towards Brit, drawing a hand up her belly to her sternum. “So is this a regular thing for you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“We’ll get a lot of use out of that, won’t we?” She turned back to Trevor as she asked the question. He nodded, similarly surprised and aroused. “Yes,” Gabby continued, “I’m sure we will. But for now… go lie on the bed, spread out.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Brit did so, shamelessly exposing herself to her roommates as she stared up at the ceiling.

Gabby quickly divested herself of her own clothes, smiling at Trevor as she caught him staring. He seemed more comfortable now – possibly he was just more relaxed, or maybe he was coming (heh) around to the idea of playing with hypnosis in the household. Either way, his eyes tracked Gabby as she walked to the bed and crawled onto it, positioning herself above Brit. Brushing some hair out of the blonde’s eyes, she bent over to meet her lips in a kiss. Gabby took the lead, but Brit was not entirely a passive agent, her lips and tongue moving in sync with those of her Mistress. “Good girl,” Gabby told her. “You deserve a reward for your hard work, don’t you? So just lie back, and let me take care of you, okay?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Gabby lowered herself so that their cunts met, beginning to grind her soaked lips against Brit’s, the blonde letting out a quiet sound of pleasure beneath her. One of Gabby’s hands moved over to Brit’s chest, enveloping a breast and applying gentle pressure; she then dropped to that elbow, freeing the other to hook one of Brit’s legs around her, pushing the two of them closer together. Brit just lay there, jaw dropping slack as Gabby picked up the pace, allowing herself to be rocked back and forth like the doll Gabby was using her as. Gabby kissed her again, then sat up a bit more, at which point she felt a new presence – Trevor placing his hand against her chest, toying with his girlfriend’s breasts in the way he knew she loved, then moving to play with Brit’s, switching back and forth between the two as they slowly climbed towards orgasm, labia slipping and clits bumping against each other, drawing gasps and grunts from one or both of them. “How close are you?” Trevor asked.

“Really close,” Gabby managed.

“S-so close, Master.”

Trevor traced his hand down to where their bodies met. “Should I?” Gabby nodded, and his hand reached their clits, switching rapidly from one to the other, and then in a flash, the two of them were coming, Gabby burying her head against the side of Trevor’s neck as she moaned while Brit went rigid beneath her, breath coming out in shuddering gasps, before eventually Gabby let herself collapse on top of her.

Trevor ducked out for a second, returning with wet wipes to allow Gabby to clean herself up while he did the same for Brit. That dealt with, and feeling more like herself again, Gabby’s mind returned to what she’d suggested earlier. “Brit? Wake up a bit for us, will you?”

“Mmm…” Slowly, Brit returned to herself, blinking and looking around. Two sets of eyes looked back at her. “Hey…” she mumbled.

“Hey, gorgeous. How’re you feeling?”

“Incredible. Once we all clicked together… that was so hot.”

“I’d agree with that sentiment.”

“So would I,” Trevor piped up. “Hang on – you can remember what happened?”

“Huh? Oh, right, that trope. Yeah, hypnotic amnesia is a thing, but it’s not guaranteed. I only get it if I’m asked to… and I’d rather actually remember what we did. So no trying to wipe my mind!”

“Well,” Gabby butted in, reclaiming their focus, “since we’re all in agreement there… what do we all think about the idea of keeping our toy on standby?”

Brit bit her lip. “As in… you can tell me to go blank at any time, and I will?”

“Mhm.”

“I… I think I’d like that? But only if everyone’s on-board.”

“Well, I certainly am…” Both women turned to look at Trevor.

“I, uh… Well, I can’t deny it’s a hot idea, but… I’ve got some concerns about the practicalities of this whole thing?”

Gabby smiled warmly. “That’s more than okay, babe. I’m not taking this any further without proper negotiation either.”

Brit nodded. “So what were you concerned about?”

“Well… consent, primarily. I don’t mean to sound like I’m doubting you, but are you sure that we’ll always be able to do this safely?”

Brit nodded again, firmly. “Absolutely. Like I said earlier, while it’ll look and feel like I’m powerless, I’ll always have the ability to refuse any suggestions you two give me – including not dropping to begin with if I don’t want it. But I appreciate the concern, and I’ll never get mad about either of you stopping to check in, as long as you’re respectful and clearly listening when I say I’m fine. And I trust that you won’t overstep my boundaries either.”

“Speaking of,” Gabby butted in, “what are everyone’s boundaries? I’ll start – no doing stuff when we’ve got guests over, or people otherwise might hear; like, we’re on the phone or a video call or something. Other than that, I think I’m cool?”

Trevor nodded. “For me, I’d add that I want communication between the three of us. I’m not saying that I wanna be constantly, annoyingly checking in or anything, but just mentioning if we’ve… uh, used Brit? Is that okay to say?”

“More than okay,” Brit purred.

“Uh, right. Good to know. But, uh, yeah, just making sure that we’re actually letting each other know what we’re doing, if our boundaries change, that sorta thing. Sound good?”

Both women nodded, before Brit spoke up. “Right, I think I’ll have a bit of a longer list here, which makes sense… So, number one, don’t go knocking me up. I’m on the pill, but I’d rather use extra protection. Don’t hurt me; I’m not into pain. Uh, don’t just leave me alone and in trance with nothing to do; if I’m being dropped, I want some sort of orders. I’m fine if those orders are, “wait until concrete time blah-blah-blah”,” she added, forestalling what looked like an unnecessary incoming apology from Gabby, “as long as you give me something. But other than that… I think I’m good! Happy with objectification, happy with you interrupting me when I’m not doing something involving other people, happy with you ignoring my personal or private space… yeah!”

Finishing, Brit found herself looking at two very aroused faces. “God, I almost wanna go for another round right now,” Trevor mused.

Gabby hummed ruefully in agreement. “Unfortunately, I think food’s getting here soon. And besides, going again might spoil the magic a little bit. So, with your permission, Brit, I think I’m just gonna drop you again, give you that trigger, and we’ll be all set. Sound good?”

She was met with two nods, and so, standing up, Gabby retrieved the pocket-watch from the bedside table – Brit hadn’t even noticed her sneak it in there – and held it up in front of the blonde’s eyes. Brit’s expression slackened almost immediately, her eyes unfocusing as the watch twirled and caught the light. “Fuck,” Trevor murmured again, seeing the process for the first time.

“She’s really cute like this, isn’t she?” Gabby asked quietly. “Good girl, Brit,” she added, returning her focus to their new sub. “You’re doing so well, just letting yourself focus and follow and drop. I want you to remember what I’m about to tell you; etch it into your mind, okay? Whenever Trevor or I snap our fingers and say the word Blank, and you feel safe and comfortable to do so, you’ll return to the blank, obedient trance you were in just now; that you’re in right now. All your thoughts will fade away, and you’ll do whatever we tell you; you’ll allow us to use you, as our perfectly obedient doll. And then when we snap our fingers and say Wake up, your mind will return. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Mistress.”

“Good girl. Awakening from trance for me now, knowing that you’ve done such a good job for us. Mind filling back in… thoughts returning, feelings returning, independence returning… back to being a person, not a mindless slave… waking up fully now, in 1… 2… 3… Wake up.”

Gabby snapped her fingers, removing the watch from Brit’s line of sight at the same time. The blonde looked around blearily, wiping off the thin trickle of drool that had begun to roll down her chin. “I can’t believe we’ve just done that,” she giggled.

“Same here,” Trevor nodded.

Gabby just smirked. “This is gonna be fun.”

The two of them actually left Brit alone for several days; either out of a desire to deliberately keep her in anticipation or out of uncertainty around this new dynamic between them, she wasn’t sure. When one of them did take the first step, it came out of the blue.

Brit and Trevor had somehow ended up sharing the couch, waiting for Gabby to get home after she’d had to pull a late shift at her design firm. Brit had noticed Trevor starting to get fidgety, shooting her sideways glances when he thought she was too absorbed in her book to notice, but had elected to ignore him unless he actually said something. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to mutter, “Screw it,” before suddenly snapping his fingers and saying “Blank.”

Brit’s book thudded to her lap as her head lolled for a second, before smoothly turning to face Trevor. “Yes, Master?”

“Oh. Wow, you… you really were serious about that, huh?”

“Of course I was, Master.” There was perhaps the slightest undercurrent of teasing in her tone from the remnants of her mind.

“In that case…” Trevor slid his pants and briefs down, revealing the beginnings of an erection, then gently grabbed Brit by the side of the head, pulling her down. She meekly allowed herself to fall, landing with her mouth facing his dick. “I… I think you know what I want?”

“Of course, Master.” Brit immediately began kissing his dick, one hand beginning to stroke it as well, coaxing it up before slipping her lips fully over it, bobbing her head up and down.

Trevor groaned beneath her. “God, that’s just as hot as it was the first time…” He was quickly being reduced to a mess beneath her, panting and thrusting and stuttering out half-sentences of encouragement, spurring Brit on as she flopped off the couch and nestled between his legs for a better angle. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good…” he managed.

“Does it, now?” Two hands landed on his shoulders, and both Trevor and Brit froze as they looked up to see Gabby smirking down at them. “Well, don’t stop on my account, you two. You know, I bet she’d look hot with your cum all over her…”

Trevor barely stopped himself from thrusting forward. At the same time, Brit briefly removed herself from his dick. “Not on my clothes, please, Master.” She wrapped her lips around him again and resumed her attentions as Gabby dumped her bag on the seat next to him.

“Well, I know a way to make that easier…” She crouched behind Brit, grabbing the hem of her shirt. “Off for a second, gorgeous,” she whispered into the blonde’s ear, slipping her shirt off when she complied. “Good girl,” she added as Brit returned to Trevor, Gabby wrapping her arms around her to squeeze her tits.

“I… about to…”

“Go on, darling, paint her,” Gabby ordered, and Trevor complied, coming directly across Brit’s face with a groan.

“Fuck… good girl… Wake up.”

Brit’s mind returned. She felt at her face in mild confusion, then grinned up at Trevor as the memories clicked into place. “I think I could get used to this arrangement…”

Once that barrier had been broken, Gabby and Trevor grew much bolder with Brit. Gabby barged into Brit’s room one day while she was lying on her bed, mindlessly scrolling, blanked her before she could even see who was there, and sat on her face. A few days later, Trevor walked into the bathroom while she was showering and got her to finger herself until she came. Gabby pulled her onto her lap during TV and got her to bounce on a strap she produced from God-knew-where, pinching her tits until they ached. Trevor had found her leaning against the kitchen counter in leggings one day, and that had been enough for him to finally fuck her, blanking her and bending her over then and there, an event Gabby had actually decided to celebrate with cake! And she was almost always invited – or, rather, ordered – into their bedroom whenever the mood struck the both of them, often finding herself pinned between the two of them as they toyed with her body and lavished praise upon their good, obedient girl-toy. Soon enough, the prospect of being used by either of her roommates whenever the mood struck them was just a fact of Brit’s life, much to her – and their – delight.

Trevor in particular had been opening up to this more casual attitude towards sex remarkably quickly, and so it wasn’t much of a surprise to Brit when he was the one to suggest they take things a step further. She’d had an early shift at the bookstore that day, and so was home well ahead of her roommates and beginning to cook dinner when the message came through on their groupchat.

Trevor: Hey Brit? How did Gabby phrase your trigger? Does it have to be us *saying* it, or…?

Brit: Technically that’s how she phrased it

Brit: But I could always be more flexible in my interpretation ;)

Trevor: Huh…

Trevor: Alright, let’s see if this works. Blank.

Brit: Yes, Master?

Unseen by Trevor, she had snapped to attention in the middle of the kitchen, her chopping neglected.

Trevor: Wow.

Trevor: Okay, pull up your shirt and send us a selfie.

Trevor: Wake up once you’ve done that.

Brit complied, dragging her shirt up to bare her breasts before gazing up at her phone camera, wide-eyed as she pressed the picture button. After a quick review, she sent it and then almost fumbled her phone as she regained her faculties, her thighs involuntarily clenching as she realised what she’d been made to do. She was tempted to abandon the kitchen then and there and dash for the bedroom instead, but decided she could take care of herself later.

Trevor’s initial reaction was just a blushing face emoji. He apparently needed several minutes to come up with a coherent response.

Trevor: God you’re so hot.

Trevor: Just checking that was all okay?

Brit: I know I am, but thank you!

Brit: Of course it was alright!

Brit: Wouldn’t’ve done it if it wasn’t

Gabby: jfc guys im on the bus

Gabby: …but i agree; youre hot

Gabby: and allergic to bras apparently

Brit: Rude!

Brit: (Thank you)

Gabby: you know well be using this against you from now on yeah?

Brit: I know and expect it ;)

The next day, Gabby checked that Brit was somewhere private at work, then blanked her and requested another topless selfie. Trevor chimed in with a request for a panty shot as well, and Brit was happy to supply both, crammed in the bookstore’s little stock room. Whenever Brit was home early, her roommates began sending in their requests ahead of time so they could walk through the door and find a living sex doll splayed out on their bed or bent over the couch – often, one which had already fingered it-herself until she-it was dripping, or had a vibrator already crammed in its cunt at their command.

When they were around the house, they also found themselves getting more casual with their use of commands as well. Gone were the days where every order would result in sex; Brit soon found herself being told to flash her roommates, or give them a kiss, or even just clean the table (although she generally found herself getting at least mildly aroused even from those sorts of mundane orders).

The arrangement took another leap forward when they were trying to decide what to order for takeout one Friday night. Brit was firmly in favour of Chinese; Gabby was equally firmly in favour of pizza; Trevor was just trying to play mediator, to little success. “Come on, guys, just decide on something,” he groaned. “Isn’t there any way I could convince one of you to change your mind?”

A wicked glint entered Gabby’s eyes, and she moved behind Brit, who was sitting on the couch, facing away from her. The blonde, unaware, drew breath to speak. “Well, you could always tell Gabby to-”

“Blank, dear,” Gabby interrupted, delivering a quick squeeze to Brit’s chest to emphasise the point.

Brit’s head flopped onto the backrest, meeting Gabby’s eyes upside-down. “Yes, Mistress?”

“Accept that we’re ordering pizza tonight.”

“I accept, Mistress.”

“Good girl. Wake up.” Her hand didn’t leave Brit’s chest as the blonde groaned and roused herself.

“Fine…” Brit grumbled. “But we’re getting Chinese next time.”

“Sounds fair to me,” Trevor chimed in.

It wasn’t until the next day that Gabby pointed out what had happened. She and Brit were navigating around each other in the kitchen, making breakfast, when she piped up, “Say, Brit…”

“Yeah?”

“Last night… you accepted a post-hypnotic suggestion, didn’t you? You conceded even after I woke you up.”

Brit frowned for a second, then raised her eyebrows. “Huh. I guess I did. And what are you gonna do about it?”

“You comfortable with that continuing?”

“…Sure.” Her tone was mildly reluctant, but her expression was anything but.

“In that case… first, I’m gonna let Trevor know. But… hmm, how to do that?” The same wicked expression crossed her face. “How about… you go Blank.”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Take off your clothing.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Brit set down her bowl and robotically pulled off her pyjamas, folding them neatly to one side.

“Good girl. When you wake up, you won’t realise you’re naked until someone points it out or you have to be seen by someone else. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Mistress.”

“Good girl. Wake up.”

Brit picked up her bowl again, confused as to why she’d put it down to begin with, and continued getting breakfast, her body now on full display. “So, are you gonna tell me your plan to inform Trevor?”

Gabby just winked at her. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, I’m sure.”

Brit sighed in mild exasperation, but decided to put it out of her mind and continued with breakfast. It wasn’t until Trevor nearly fell down the stairs when he caught a glimpse of her that she started to have an idea. “Okay, what’s going on; what did she make me do?”

Gabby just looked innocent as Trevor got his mouth back in working order. “U-um, why are you naked? At the dining table?”

“I’m not- I totally am, aren’t I? Where did you put my clothes?”

“I didn’t put them anywhere; you were the one who left them in the kitchen.” Gabby’s affectation of innocence was somewhat ruined by the shit-eating grin that threatened to split her face open.

Brit sighed again, more fondly this time, and ducked into the kitchen to get her clothing back. She called back to Trevor, “So, we worked out-slash-decided that you two can give me post-hypnotic suggestions. Stuff like, “When you wake up, you won’t realise your clothes are missing;” along those sorts of lines.”

“R-right.” He took a second for the implications to sink in. “Oh. We- there’s lots more we could do with this than we couldn’t before, isn’t there?”

“You bet there is,” Gabby smiled.

So now there was that to contend with as well, and Brit couldn’t have been happier. It very quickly became a rule that whenever she saw either of her roommates even partly naked, she’d go blank, leading to moments where they’d barge into her room and not even say anything, just whip off their clothes and let her fill in the gaps. Or, as happened once, find her having accidentally walked in on Trevor showering, just standing, blankly waiting in the middle of the bathroom. Gabby once told her that the next time she watched an animal video, she’d become that animal, and found an incredibly eager puppy-girl jumping over her when she walked in the door. Trevor told her that when she next showered, she should get herself off and be loud enough for the two of them to hear; she’d been mortified and at the same time weak at the knees from arousal when she found out about that one.

The final time their relationship shifted, it came out of the blue for Brit. Trevor was out of town for the week, attending some specialist training course, and so Gabby had been a bit closer with Brit than usual – snuggling up to her, casual kisses on the cheek, that sort of thing. That night, they were on the couch where it had all begun, and Gabby planted a kiss against Brit’s forehead. Brit leaned into her, and Gabby made a move for her mouth, kissing her deeply in a way she’d only done a few times before. Brit, surprised but gratified, hastened to reciprocate, and soon they were full-on making out, their bodies shifting so Brit was pinned beneath the brunette. Their hands roamed to each other’s chests, and soon Brit was gathering the hem of her roommate’s shirt, ready to take it off. Gabby pulled back slightly from their lip-lock. “I- hah- wait a sec.”

Brit’s hands froze. “Sure. What’s up; you all good there?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just… Uh, when you see my tits, could you not go blank, please?”

“Sure. Uh, any particular reason?”

“Well… God, I don’t know why I’m so hesitant about this, given how much we’ve done together, but… So, the night before he went on this trip, Trevor and I were in the bedroom together, and… he called you “our girlfriend”. And obviously I noticed this, and asked him about it, and we were sorta planning to ask you this together but I wanna do it now… do you want to be? Our girlfriend, that is. Like going on dates and doing romantic stuff together, not just our kinky, hypnotised sex slave. Not that there’s anything wrong if you don’t want to be more! It’s just, we seem to have-”

Brit cut her off by pulling her back into a kiss. When they broke for air again, she grinned up at Gabby. “It’s funny. I think I’ve also caught feelings for the both of you.”

Gabby squealed with delight, picked Brit up, and carried her straight to her bedroom.

As they lay in bed together, a thought occurred to Brit, and she giggled slightly. “Hey Gabby? Alright if I take a picture of us for… our boyfriend?”

Gabby nodded, and Brit fumbled around for her phone inside the pocket of her discarded pants, before snapping a picture. The two of them looked a mess, hair all out-of-place and sweaty, bedsheets rumpled around them. She sent it along with a caption.

Brit: Hey Trevor? I’ve stolen your girl. She’s my girlfriend now

Gabby: also youre her bf now if youre still up for that

Trevor: OMG, you asked?

Trevor: And she said yes?

Trevor: Hell yeah!

Trevor: I love you both so much.

Gabby: ily too gorgeous

Brit: I also love you

Brit: Wow that feels weird to say

Brit: But in a good way ofc!

Trevor: An idea occurs.

Trevor: Blank.

Brit: Yes, Master?

Trevor: Kiss our girlfriend for me. Make sure it’s a good one.

Trevor: Wake up now or after, whatever Gabby prefers.

Gabby: omg she looks so hot rn

Gabby had attached a picture of Brit staring slack-jawed at her phone, a trail of drool beginning to link her lips and her chest. Brit had now turned, glassy-eyed, to face her. “What is your preference, Mistress?”

“Hmm… Wake up, darling.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Brit purred, and rolled back into Gabby’s lap to bring their lips together once more.