The invitation said 'Come at 7:00', but of course Kelly and Leigh arrived at 8:15. Kelly's black cocktail dress hung slightly crooked on her shoulders, as if she'd recently and hastily put it back on without the benefit of a mirror to assist her, and several locks of her long blonde hair had sprung free of her usually immaculate bun to flop down in front of her left eye, accentuating her slightly off-kilter appearance. And if none of that managed to make the reasons for their delay fully apparent to the other guests, she wore a dazed smile and a glassy indifference behind her stormy blue eyes that left no doubt regarding her mental state.

"Sorry we're late," she said brightly but thoughtlessly, burbling her excuses to their host with the vapid cheer of a walking punchline for every blonde joke Eileen had ever heard, "but we had a, um, a thing happen, um, right?" She looked to Leigh for confirmation, and naturally Eileen couldn't help a tiny chuckle--it couldn't have been more obvious that Kelly actually had no memory of the last couple of hours beyond a fog of drifting pink pleasure that refused to yield up any of her usually formidable intellect, and as always when Kelly didn't know what to fill her empty head with she relied on Leigh to help her with the details.

And Leigh was a wickedly sadistic bitch who loved messing with her submissive plaything's head. "We had to go back for your teddy bear, dear, don't you remember? You said you absolutely couldn't handle the car trip without it." The lie was patently absurd, the sort of prevarication that wouldn't ordinarily have fooled Kelly for even an instant, but Eileen could practically see the words impressing themselves into the fractionated blonde's malleable mind and taking on the force of unshakable truth. Her smile widened, a vacuous giggle escaping her lips, as she seamlessly adjusted to the new version of the evening's events. Eileen damn near wanted to applaud.

"Right, yeah, my teddy bear," Kelly agreed, nodding sheepishly. "I, um, I think I must have left it in the car, because I don't have it now, but, uhhh...." Her jaw went slack for a moment, as she tried to follow the train of thought to its logical conclusion and found that it led nowhere but back into the pink mist that made cognition so impossible. Her eyes crossed and uncrossed, her brain resetting to a factory default of amiable befuddlement that allowed Leigh to lead her past Eileen and on into the party.

Which wasn't to say that Eileen simply ceased paying them any further attention. She hadn't necessarily invited the couple along specifically for Kelly's entertainment value as a party favor under the guidance of her hypnotic Mistress, but Leigh knew full well what kind of crowd Eileen hung out with and how difficult they were to truly shock. She had obviously come here tonight with every intention of putting her pretty blonde plaything through her paces, and Eileen was determined to watch as much of it as she could conceivably get away with given her duties as host.

That turned out to be quite a lot, given that the party had already been in full swing for over an hour when Leigh and Kelly arrived and most of the guests had by now settled in to enjoy the food and drink and one another's company. So while Eileen drifted around chatting with her friends and mingling, she could very easily overhear Kelly burbling, "So you're not going to believe this, but we actually got a flat engine! I mean, I know how to change those, so it wasn't a big problem, but I mussed up my hair and we had to go back and change in a big hurry because I got a whole bunch of engine, um, um, engine spooge on it." Followed again by that simpering little giggle, the bubbly laugh of a woman who knew on some level that she was simply babbling back whatever she was told to remember but whose only possible response to the depth of her submission was helpless, stupefied amusement at her own idiocy. Eileen couldn't help feeling an unseemly warmth between her thighs at the sound of it.

But the work of a hostess was never done, and when the supply of club soda ran out Eileen had to spend a couple of minutes heading down to the fridge in the basement to grab a couple of bottles she'd left chilling. When she got back up, her friend Bill pulled her into a conversation, and by the time she caught up with him on the progress of his latest art installation she'd completely and totally lost track of where Leigh and Kelly had gotten to.

But it was never especially difficult to follow that tittering laugh, and Eileen found the two of them over in the breakfast nook chatting with Milla, an occasional play partner of Eileen's who fell somewhere into that delightfully nebulous realm between fuckbuddy and friend with benefits. Kelly's smile looked a bit more dazed and plastic than it had earlier, and she didn't seem to notice that one of the straps of her black cocktail dress had slid clean off her shoulder and exposed a decent-sized expanse of her alabaster breasts. Eileen knew from blissful experience with Leigh just how hard it got to hold onto one's thoughts when repeated suggestions were involved, and no doubt the struggle to fit so many contradictory explanations of the evening's events into her head was taking its toll on the fractionated blonde.

"And you're never going to believe this, but who should be at that truck stop but Traci Lords herself!" she was saying excitedly, fingers twitching in some subconscious but deeply felt urge that Eileen could guess at all too well. "Honestly, I was just about beside myself. I had to tell her how much I loved her in 'Not of This Earth', and we got to chatting about her music, and...." She glanced around conspiratorially, then leaned in close--giving Milla a nice look straight down her dress in the process, not that Kelly had the brains to realize it in the moment. In hushed and breathless tones, she added, "And I gave her a kiss on the cheek. Oh my god she's still so gorgeous, I would have let her do anything to me if my girlfriend wasn't standing right there."

Eileen knew that had never stopped either one of them in the past; if there was one thing Leigh loved to do, it was watch, especially once she had Kelly's brain yo-yo'd so many times in and out of trance that it practically squished with stupefied arousal. But it was no good trying to reason with the beaming blonde right now, not with so much programming floating around in her suggestible mind--pointing out that of course Leigh would let Traci Lords eat her pussy felt like the very definition of a waste of time. Better just to enjoy the story and stick around for the inevitable moment when Leigh unveiled the truth and let Kelly squirm in delectable embarrassment at all the foolish stories she told.

Some of which Eileen missed, in whole or in part, simply because the demands of the party pressed in on her more than a few times over the course of the evening; she had to help sober up Dana, her ex-producer's ex-girlfriend who'd finagled her way into the outer edges of Eileen's inner circle simply through a kind of solidarity over the man who'd done them both dirty. Then there was a minor plumbing emergency that was handled with the help of Nolan, the big strong man she kept around for his muscles and his dick and his amiable, puppyish enthusiasm, and a dropped glass over in the dining room that preoccupied her with a broom and a dustpan for a good five or six minutes. She caught glimpses of Kelly through the crowd during all that, her head now wobbly on her shoulders and the barest edge of one nipple visible above the collar of her quite disheveled dress, but there was no time to investigate the intriguing development at the moment.

But eventually the crises cooled off, and Eileen got bored with subtlety when she finally tracked down Leigh and Kelly again in the relatively secluded study upstairs. She inserted herself directly into the conversation between the couple and their newest audience, a collaborator of Eileen's who'd gone from running fetish clubs in Harlem to managing fashion shows in Madison Square Garden and who even her oldest friends only knew as Audacity. It was honestly the perfect fit, and judging by the way Audacity stared straight at Kelly's chest the entire time the giggly blonde was talking Eileen was surprised the three of them hadn't already found somewhere private to sneak off and have sex.

"I mean, naturally it was a, it was a diff--a different--a difficle--it was a tough choice, right?" Kelly babbled, now visibly swaying and with one breast fully bared. Her dress was hiked up, and she was pawing at herself through her panties without any evident sign of realizing exactly what her hand was up to while she fumbled her way through the latest version of events she'd been fed. "But I mean, it was either give myself over to the roller derby team and let them have their way with me or that whole busful of orphans would fall right off the cliff."

Audacity stroked their chin and nodded with every sign of interest, but they glanced over to Leigh in silent petition even as Kelly gabbled her way through a nonsensical story that would no doubt embarrass and arouse her in equal measures to discover she ever believed. Leigh gave an equally silent answer, and soon Audacity was openly playing with Kelly's tits while she exclaimed, "And after we all rescued the orphans together, they made me an honorary member of the Trenton Rugmunchers!" before breaking into peals of helpless laughter as the logical, rational part of her brain fought and fought to make sense out of her own version of events only to realize that failing felt so much better than succeeding.

People were beginning to head out by then, and rather than allow them to interrupt the incredibly enticing scene that was beginning to develop Eileen decided to break away and intercept the departing guests before they had a chance to crash what was turning into the centerpiece of the burgeoning afterparty. She busied herself with goodbyes, making sure to whisper to a select few that perhaps they might want to stick around and see what was happening back in the study. Eileen always knew this was where the night was heading as soon as she invited Leigh and Kelly. It was only ever a question of exactly when and exactly how.

Thankfully, a good portion of the 'when' hadn't yet happened when Eileen finally saw out the last of her less intimate guests and darted up the back stairs, leaving the clean-up for later in her haste to find out exactly what was happening with the beautifully fractionated blonde. When she did return to the study, Kelly's dress was little more than a belt, and her panties had vanished so fully that they didn't discover them until three days later stuffed into a desk drawer. Her bun had come entirely undone, and her blonde hair fell like a curtain over her blushing features as she bent over the sofa and allowed herself to be groped and fondled by several women while she told an entirely serious version of events.

"And, and then M-Mistress, she... ohhh, fuck, she p-played with my tits and told me, nnnnhhh, told me she was gonna make me s-so fucking stupid for Eileen's party, she was going to melt my mind until it dripped out my pussy and make me so dumb I wouldn't even know how dumb I was, and--and ohhhh, ffffffuckkk, when... when she finally let me remember I was going to know I was just her weak, helpless little slut and my mind--my mind belonged to her, my mind belongs to her, it's--OHHHHHHH!" Eileen was grateful she'd gotten laminate flooring for this particular room, because when Kelly's cunt let go it gushed rather impressively. A carpet would have needed shampooing.

Not that her mind was on the mess, at least not entirely. She was much more interested in brushing back Kelly's long blonde hair and fixing her with a piercing stare, cupping the submissive woman's chin and forcing her to look Eileen right in the eyes. "How does it make you feel?" she asked, a grin on her face almost as sadistic as the one Leigh wore watching the whole thing. "Knowing everyone here just saw you cum from embarrassment?" Kelly went beet red, the playful debasement hitting all her kinks so hard her brain downright blue-screened, and before Eileen knew it she was letting out another wail of ecstasy as she squirmed her way to another helpless climax. It wasn't the only reason she'd invited them... but Eileen would be lying if she said it wasn't the most important one.

THE END