“Oh my God,” Fiona breathed as she looked at the tranced-out form of her roommate slumped against her. She almost automatically brought a hand up to Wendy’s head, beginning to stroke her pale red locks. “There’s my good girl. My good little Wendy Bird.” Wendy mumbled something incoherent against Fiona’s chest as she continued to pet her, taking shaky breaths and trying to calm herself down. Eventually, she worked out what she wanted to tell her.

“Wendy. In a moment, I’ll wake you back up. But you’ll find that you’re still in trance enough that you’re hyper-suggestible. Any order I give, you will unquestioningly follow; any suggestion I give, you will immediately believe; as long as it’s safe and comfortable for you to do so. Do you understand?”

“I unnerstan’, M’stressss,” Wendy slurred.

“Good girl. All your usual triggers will still work as normal, only with speech instead of text. Oh, also,” she added, “If I snap my fingers before giving an order or a suggestion, it’ll be like I put an asterisk before them in our chat. You’ll follow them, without consciously remembering that I told you to. Is that all clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl. Waking up on the count of three, remembering that I’ve given you these orders, okay? One… two… three.” She snapped her fingers. “Wide awake for me, Wendy.”

Wendy blinked as she sat herself back up from… Fiona’s chest? Why had she-

Fiona smiled down at her warmly. “Hey there,” she whispered, and it all came back to her.

Wendy covered her face in her hands. “Hi, Imp…” she squeaked out. “Oh my- what the- how?”

“Mind if I join you on the bed?”

“Oh! N-no, not at all!” Wendy hastily scooched back, patting the end of the bed as Fiona sat down. She found herself back next to her laptop, which she moved to close. “I, uh, guess I won’t be needing this any more?”

“Can I just… look at it? Just out of complete paranoia to make sure this isn’t an insane coincidence…”

Wendy flicked back to their chat window and turned the screen so Fiona could see. One glance at it, and she nodded. “Yup, that’s… that’s definitely me, alright.” Wendy closed the laptop and pulled out her remaining earbud, before looking up at Fiona again.

The hypnotist smiled. “So, I assume you wanted to know how I figured it out?” Wendy nodded, and Fiona continued. “Well, I found it awfully coincidental that my sub, calling herself Wendy, goes off to tell her roommate that she’s got a crush on her… then my roommate, called Wendy, asks to tell me something and I say I’m busy with work… and then my sub returns and says her roommate was busy with work. Seemed… all a bit too well-aligned for it to be happenstance, and I already knew we shared a timezone, of course. So I decided to do some probing, of course, and she sounded awesome enough to be me…”

Wendy shoved her lightly, giggling and turning bright red. “Oh God, I really poured my heart out to you, didn’t I? You’re gonna have so much fuel to tease me with now…”

Fiona just stuck her tongue out at her. “I think you should be worrying about me just winning every argument we have. After all, who knows best?”

Wendy’s eyes glazed over, her posture slumping slightly. “Mistress Fiona always knows best,” she recited tonelessly. Fiona bit her lip, clearly aroused, as Wendy returned to herself. “Huh,” she noted. “I didn’t expect I’d modify the mantra, but there we are.”

“So what do you wanna do now?” Fiona asked.

“Like, now now?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause the way I see it, we’ve got three options. First, we could drop the kink stuff for now, act like normal new girlfriends, and plan out a normal date.”

Wendy wrinkled her face. “Eugh.”

“My thoughts precisely. So in that case, do you wanna keep having fun online, or in-person?”

“In-person, definitely! Although I think we should establish some rules first…”

“What were you thinking?”

“First… I still wanna pay you for the online session tonight.” Fiona opened her mouth to object, but Wendy held up a hand and kept going. “I’m not gonna insist on that again - unless we both get into, like, findom or something - but I don’t wanna deprive you of anticipated income by turning my booked hypnosis session into a date. That make sense?”

Fiona mulled it over for a second. “…Fine, it makes sense, I suppose. But this isn’t a permanent thing.”

“Of course not! I’m paying you for the online session we’ve just ended, not whatever it is we’re doing now. The other thing… how do you want me to address you? Like, should I call you Fiona, or Imp?”

“If we’re separating dating and online hypnosis, Fiona’s better, I think.”

“Cool, no problem. Anything you wanted to add?”

“Just… be patient with me, please? I’m not exactly used to doing this sorta thing in meatspace, y’know?”

“Oh, absolutely! I mean, same here. But I’m sure you’ll be able to come up with something!”

“Hmmm…”

Fiona snapped her fingers, and Wendy jolted slightly as her Mistress began to speak. “You’re obsessed with my boobs. You can’t take your eyes off them. You want to see more of them. You want to touch them any way I’ll allow. Do you understand?”

“I hear, obey, and forget, Mistress.”

*Snap*. “Good girl.”

Fiona laughed mysteriously. “Oh, I think I have an idea or two rattling around up in here.” She tapped her head, the motion making her chest shake slightly. Somehow, Wendy couldn’t take her eyes off her figure.

She cleared her throat, trying to redirect her attention. “S-such as?”

“Oh, you’ll see.” She stretched, pulling her arms high above her head, and Wendy’s gaze once again locked to her breasts. It wasn’t like she hadn’t noticed them before - it was pretty hard not to, given how busty her now-girlfriend(?) was - but it was inexplicably feeling harder to look anywhere else. Fiona laughed again. “My eyes are up here, cutie.” Wendy blushed and dragged her gaze upward. “Although,” Fiona continued, “that reminds me. When I asked you to describe what your roommate looked like… well, you said I was beautiful, but you didn’t say anything about finding me sexy. What gives there?”

Fiona’s tone was teasing, but Wendy gave a somewhat outraged squeak anyway. “What, do you want me to act like some pervy creep when I’m talking about you? I was trying to be respectful!”

“What, as respectful as you’re being now with all that gawking?” Oh hell, Fiona was now deliberately jiggling her breasts, and Wendy’s eyes felt magnetised to them. She tried to stammer out some excuse, but Fiona was speaking over her again, pulling up the hem of her tank top to push them up further. “Y’know what, I’ll allow it this once. In fact… you wanna get a better look?” Wendy nodded dumbly, and in one fluid motion, Fiona pulled her top up and over her head, discarding it in a corner of Wendy’s room as her breasts dropped back onto her chest. Wendy could feel her jaw hanging uselessly open, but closing it felt unimportant right now as she took in the sight of the brunette’s exposed chest. Her breasts were large and soft, hanging slightly under their own weight. They looked like they’d just barely spill out of her hands if she were to grab them - oh, God, now all she could think of was touching them, squeezing them, caressing them, getting her mouth on-

“Earth to Wendy?” The blonde jolted slightly, but gave no reaction otherwise. Fiona giggled, even that slight motion making Wendy’s mind more focused on her body. “Wow, you’re really out of it, aren’t you? How long’s it been since you’ve had sex?”

“I- uh… too long.” She couldn’t think of anything more coherent than that.

“Clearly. I think my boobs are just filling your mind right now, aren’t they? Making it impossible for you to think of anything other than them. Isn’t that right?”

“Yyyyeah…”
“And if I allowed you to touch them… I think your mind would vanish altogether, at this rate. Nothing left except the impulse to play with my boobs and make me feel good. Wanna test that out?”

“Mmmmm…” A giddy smile spread over Wendy’s face.

“What’s the magic word, darling?”

“Please, Mistress…”

“Good girl.” Without waiting for Wendy’s reaction, Fiona grabbed her gently by the back of the head and pulled her onto her chest. Wendy felt a fizzle go through her brain as her mind vanished, a happy, vacant little moan escaping her as she began to lick and kiss and suck at Fiona’s breasts. Fiona guided her hands up as well, slowly collapsing under their combined weight - which Wendy was certainly in no state to support - so that she was now lying on the bed with Wendy on top of her, squeezing and pinching and licking and nibbling and emitting delighted little gasps and slurping sounds as she indulged in Fiona’s body. Fiona groaned in pleasure beneath her as she rolled her tongue around a nipple, an action Wendy was only too happy to repeat. “Oooooh… You’re quick on the uptake, aren’t you? You’re a good boob slave for me, isn’t that right?” Wendy nodded enthusiastically around Fiona’s breast, vacant eyes briefly meeting hers, before she lowered her head again.

While this was delightful, Fiona knew she’d need more than this to actually get off. Wendy, she was less sure about, but given that she hadn’t been ordered to get herself off, she probably also needed more. And, at any rate, there were so many other ways they could enjoy themselves.

Reluctantly, Fiona pushed Wendy’s head off her chest. The blonde whined slightly, but made no move to stop her, her hands falling still as well. “You did such a good job for me there, darling, but I’ve had enough for now.” An idea struck her. “However, if I ever flash my boobs at you, and ask “who’s my good boob slave?”, you’ll return to this state of obsessive devotion, and you’ll act just like you did now. Do you understand?” Wendy nodded, a tiny noise of agreement emerging from her throat. “Good girl. Returning to awareness for me now, no longer obsessed with my chest, in 1, 2, 3.”

Wendy shook her head blearily, then turned bright red as she pieced together what had happened, scrambling off of Fiona. “Ahh! I… I assume that was one of the ideas you may or may not have had?”

“Bingo! Oh, by the way, you can remember me giving you that suggestion.” Fiona went to snap her fingers, only to remember that she’d already made that Wendy’s amnesia trigger, and so let her hand drop. “Probably need to change that,” she muttered to herself as she sat up. Fortunately, it looked like the instruction alone had the desired effect, as Wendy had a somewhat faraway look in her eyes as she seemingly filled in that brief gap in her memory.

After a couple of seconds, she looked straight at Fiona, mock-pouting slightly. “You meanie. You didn’t care about why I didn’t mention your body; you just wanted me to walk into that little trap of yours!”

Fiona smirked. “Correction - I was interested, although your answer was basically what I’d been assuming. However, it was also a very good way of getting the trigger to take effect quicker, I will admit. I think I am gonna play a bit more fair for the rest of the night, however - if we’re gonna make this official, I’ll want you to have your mind all in working order.”

Wendy bit her lip. “Sure! So, should I start-” She reached for the hem of her shirt, only for Fiona to hold up a hand, stalling her.

“Uh-uh-uh,” she chided. “Just because I’m letting you keep your mind, doesn’t mean you’re free to do whatever you want. Who’s in charge around here?”

Wendy’s hands dropped back into her lap. “Mistress Fiona is in charge around here.”

“Good girl. Take that shirt off, slowly and sexily.” Wendy, still half-dazed, began to pull her shirt up and over her head, deliberately catching her breasts on it on the way as Fiona had. She threw it off into the same corner as Fiona’s tank top. Fiona tutted disapprovingly. “You’ve still got a bra on? How can you relax with that poking you every which way?”

Wendy shrugged. “I, uh, just can, I suppose? I never thought about it, really.”

Fiona smirked. “Well, I can assure you we’ll be changing that from here on out. Go on, get rid of it.”

Wendy’s breasts weren’t as large as her Mistress’, able to keep upright without any support. She blushed as she felt Fiona’s eyes raking her bare torso. “Do you like what you see, Mistress?”

“I love it, darling.”

“Do you… maybe want to do more than just look?”

Wendy was trying her hardest to look subservient and pleading, but Fiona wasn’t having any of it. “Patience is a virtue, Wendy. Who’s in charge around here?”

“Mistress Fiona is in charge around here.”

“Good girl. Skirt and panties off too, but leave those socks on.” Wendy stood up off the bed, and taking both garments in her hands together, pulled them smoothly down her legs, bending over to display her butt to Fiona as she stepped out of the clothes and threw them in the corner. As she stood back up and turned around to face her, Fiona could see that her clit was already hardened, arousal faintly glistening on the blonde hairs between her legs. As she came back to herself, Fiona patted the bed. “Back here now, darling.”

As Wendy sat back down, Fiona put a hand to her chin contemplatively. “Now, what should I do with my good, obedient, beautiful Wendy Bird? Hmm…” As Wendy squirmed and blushed, an idea struck her. “Okay, Wendy. What you’re going to find is that the more pleasure you feel, the more relaxed and pliant your body becomes. Your mind will remain the same… but your body will become limp, and helpless, and cooperative for me. Does that sound fun?”

Wendy shuddered with pleasure thinking about it. “Yes, please,” she breathed.

“Good girl,” Fiona cooed. She moved up the bed so that she was now leaning over Wendy in a reversal of their prior position, and once again cupped her chin to bring her into a kiss. Wendy’s mouth instantly yielded to the brunette’s tongue as she slumped slightly against the pillows. Their mouths parted briefly. “All good so far?” Fiona asked. Wendy nodded, wide-eyed, and Fiona kissed her again, one hand now trailing down to Wendy’s chest, gliding over a nipple before lightly squeezing one of her breasts. Wendy’s head lolled as the pleasure and the suggestion hit, but even so, she tried to bring her own hand up to continue her earlier treatment of Fiona’s chest. The hypnotist gently pushed it away. “None of that. Hands to yourself for now, please,” she chided. Wendy whined, but let her arms fall limp, gazing up at Fiona as her hands continued downward and her lips pressed against hers again and again. The blonde was slowly, incrementally melting under her Mistress, unable to do anything but receive her love and attention. She jolted slightly as a finger brushed against her mound, but then slumped even further as the surprise faded and her body went slacker under the pleasure. She groaned as Fiona’s lips moved to her pulse point, the brunette awarding her obedience by lightly pressing their chests together and beginning to gently tease at her labia. Fiona smiled against her skin. “Who owns your mind, Wendy?” she asked.

“You own my mind,” Wendy gasped out.

“Who owns your pleasure?”

“You do!”

“Yes, that’s right. You’re such a good girl for me, Wendy, and good girls deserve a reward. Now… I’m pretty sure you’ve used toys in our sessions before, yeah?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Tell me where they are.”

“Bottom of my underwear drawer, in a plastic bag.”

“Good girl. Stay there while I find them.”

Fiona stood up, hastily wiped her fingers off with a tissue, and began rummaging through her sub’s chest of drawers. Sure enough, she found an anonymous plastic bag beneath her panties, within which were several sealed bags, containing various interesting toys. “Which one’s your favourite, darling?”

“The pink one.” She was referring to a plain pink dildo, simple but clearly more than serviceable. Fiona grabbed it out, put the others away in the drawer, then turned back to Wendy, a sultry look on her face.

“Tell me - did you ever imagine me using this on you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Fiona, or Imp?”

“B-both.”

“Ooh, you naughty thing. Fantasising about your roommate fucking you before you’d confessed to her.” She was now back to the bed and climbed back over Wendy, gently trailing the tip of the toy across her nipples and completely undoing any muscle tension she’d managed to build up. “Any particular way?”

“N-no… yes… every way? I didn’t know what you’d like…”

“Aww, how sweet.” She trailed the toy up Wendy’s face, pressing it against her lips. “Get it ready.”

Wendy’s lips obediently parted, the blonde humming contentedly as she began to coat the silicone in her saliva. Those noises turned to groans as Fiona’s other hand returned to her chest, her body falling limp and pliant aside from her mouth. Once she was satisfied, Fiona removed the toy and Wendy’s mouth slackened too, even though her eyes clearly showed her anticipation of what was to come. The brunette began teasing at the blonde’s labia with the tip of the toy, Wendy whimpering in frustration as her orders forced her to remain still and unable to chase after the pleasure her Mistress was providing. Slowly, gradually, Fiona began to ease the pink shaft into Wendy’s pussy, thrusting slowly and deliberately - enough to work her up, but far from adequate for her sub’s needs right now, a fact she well knew. Ignoring the desperate look the blonde was giving her, Fiona elected to instead experimentally lift one of her arms in the air as her other hand continued its methodical work between Wendy’s legs. As expected, it hung completely slack, flopping back onto the bed the second Fiona let it go. “So obedient for me,” she murmured; “such a good girl.” Another whimper passed Wendy’s lips as she sped up ever so slightly, thrusting just a fraction harder. “Aww.” She grabbed Wendy’s jaw lightly, allowing the saliva pooled in her mouth to coat her thumb. “You could stay like this forever if I wanted, couldn’t you?” She bobbled Wendy’s head in an approximation of a nod. “Do you need me to speed up?” She made her head shake this time, rending another groan out of the blonde. “Oh, darling! Am I being too mean for you?” She gave another fractional increase to the stimulation she was providing, enough for another slight twitch-and-slump, but not much more. “You’re being so patient, aren’t you? I think you deserve a reward… after I’ve got mine.” Her hand stilled, leaving the toy lodged between Wendy’s legs, and knelt up to pull down her panties so they were around her thighs. Wendy’s eyes were locked to her pussy as she crawled up the bed. “You know what I’ll ask you to do, yeah?”

Wendy grunted in agreement, mouth too loose for anything further.

“Good girl. And of course you’ll have full control over that pretty mouth of yours when you’re putting it to use like that… but only like that.”

Without further buildup, Fiona dropped onto Wendy’s face, groaning in relief as the blonde set to work - pressing her tongue against her slit; swirling it around her clit; then pushing deep, deep into Fiona’s pussy. The brunette was soon grinding down hard against the sprawled-out form beneath her, seeking a release for the pressure that had been building up inside her since she’d joined the chat to begin with. Glances behind her showed Wendy’s body was otherwise still perfectly relaxed, her shuddering breaths and the toy still sticking out between her thighs the only indications that she was anything other than asleep. And the tongue and lips working their magic on her, Fiona hastily amended as Wendy drew out another moan from her. She spread her legs as far as possible without tearing the panties - which were likely already ruined, but she wanted to try and salvage them - and began pinching her breasts hard as she chased the high of climax. “Do you need - some more - motivation?” she gasped out. Wendy hummed affirmatively around her clit, and that almost made her get there on the spot, but she resisted, instead reaching a hand behind her to feel for Wendy’s chest. “Such a good girl for me,” she managed to add, as she found one of her breasts and squeezed, maintaining eye contact as Wendy moaned beneath her, redoubling her efforts, and that was enough to send her over the edge, crying out and bucking and coating Wendy’s face in her cum.

Fiona ungracefully slid back down Wendy’s body, pulling her panties fully off as she slumped against her roommate’s chest. “How desperate are you darling?” she whispered, tapping the blonde’s mouth. “Answer me.”

“I-I’m so wet for you, Mistress - need you so much - please get me off - I’ve been so good - I-”

She was cut off by Fiona kissing a nipple, turning whatever she’d been about to say into a moan as her mouth slackened once more. “Good girl,” she told her, moving behind her and picking up her limp form to lean against her body, half-lying in her lap. Realising she was still holding her panties, an idea struck her, and she dropped them on Wendy’s face, causing the blonde to shudder in delight as her Mistress’ scent enveloped her. “You’ve been so good tonight, my perfect little Wendy Bird,” Fiona whispered. “And you deserve every - last - drop of pleasure I give you.” Grabbing the base of the dildo, Fiona began to finally properly fuck Wendy on it, the blonde’s body helplessly rocking back into hers with every push. Wendy couldn’t even react vocally by now, the pleasure overwhelming her body to the point that she was just riding it out, feeling it building and growing and cresting within her, more and more, as she was held in her Mistress’ embrace. And then Fiona pushed the toy inside her in some way that felt even better, and pinched her nipple, and whispered, “Cum for me, darling,” and Wendy was helpless but to obey, shuddering and whining and clenching around the shaft as Mistress told her how perfect and amazing she was, and then she slumped over once more, completely gone.

Some time later, Wendy became aware of Fiona whispering to her, petting her hair as she did so. She’d gotten rid of the panties from her head and the toy from her pussy, leaving just her thigh-highs on her.

“-cute all fucked out like that; just like I thought you would. I almost want to leave you like that… but I know I shouldn’t. So, in your own time, I want you to wake up for me - waking up completely; out of trance, out of my control. You did such a good job tonight, Wendy.”

She somehow found the energy to mumble, “C’n we do this again?”

Fiona chuckled, the sound reverberating into Wendy’s body. “Of course we can. As much as you want, my little Wendy Bird.”

“Thank you… Mistress Imp.”

She slowly reached up a hand to pull Fiona into a kiss, and the brunette eagerly reciprocated. And so they kissed again, and again, and again.