"Uh-oh," Katie cooed, sounding almost theatrically patronizing, "looks like someone's got tired eyes! Is my itsy bitsy cutie pie getting all sleepy, hmm? Is her heavy head starting to get all droopy and drowsy for me? Does someone need to be tucked in all snug like a bug under the covers, mmm?" It almost made Lacey want to bite her roommate's head off--of course she was exhausted, she'd been up since almost five o'clock this morning cramming for a stupid final she felt sure she was going to flunk despite her desperate efforts, part a whole clusterfuck of academic misfortunes that would almost certainly end in her washing out of college by the end of the semester and wind up with nothing but the fledgling OnlyFans account Katie had talked her into opening as a source of income. The stress and anxiety alone left her so debilitated she could barely see straight.

But no sooner did the surge of irritation hit than it faded back into the dull, grinding sea of enervation that had become the background radiation of the past three days. Lacey rubbed at her bloodshot hazel eyes, trying to scrub some of the exhaustion out of them, and ran a hand through her lank chestnut hair in frustration. For all that Katie's playful mock-mothering annoyed the crap out of her sometimes, Lacey had to admit she was at least right in this specific instance. Lacey's brain and body had just about hit their limit, and she was weary nearly to the point of collapse.

That didn't mean she had to accept it, though. "M'not sleepy," she mumbled, all too aware that the groggy frustration in her slurred and drowsy voice made her sound exactly like the cranky toddler Katie was treating her as. It made Lacey want to wad up a piece of paper into a big ball and throw it at her, but that would only further justify Katie's condescending attitude. Better simply to ignore her, push through these last... oh god, these last three fucking chapters... and then put her head down on the pillow for a few hours of sleep before dragging herself out of bed to take the final.

Which she'd fail. Lacey knew it, the same way she knew she'd already flunked the other two finals she'd taken this week and the same way she knew there was no way she could convince the Dean's office to give her another semester of academic probation. It wasn't just that the difficulty of all her classes had ramped up in her sophomore year, leaving her scrambling to prevent her already tenuous hold on the concepts she learned last year from slipping away entirely, and it wasn't even her increasingly desperate efforts to bring in spare cash to make rent once her father decided to punish her for her bad grades--which he naturally assumed to be due to laziness on Lacey's part, because god forbid his kids should ever be any less of a genius than he was.

No, deep down Lacey knew she was going to wash out because she never really wanted to be a doctor. She never had. It was simply a decision that was impressed into the malleable clay of her existence by a domineering father and a passive, simpering mother, and Lacey fundamentally did not have the drive to keep pursuing it once it got grindingly difficult no matter what she told herself. She didn't even know what she did want to be--she'd never had the chance to form her own drives and ambitions, not with four generations of family tradition weighing down on her. But it sure as hell wasn't medicine. Showing her tits to strangers on the Internet gave her more satisfaction and fulfillment than the vague promise of some imagined residency in a distant, future hospital ever did, and Lacey had grown weary of pretending otherwise.

Lacey didn't realize how completely lost inside her own head she'd gotten thinking about it until she heard Katie cooing to her in that same soft, patronizing voice again. "Oh, you're not sleepy, huh?" she asked, amusement leaking out around the edges of every word as though she was trying to conceal a chuckle at the antics of a drowsy child at bedtime. "Is that why those tired eyes keep drooping down and down and down, mm? Is that why my dozy little sleepyhead is getting all fussy and cranky? I think someone's just fighting sleep, that's all. I think my baby girl just needs someone to take care of her and tell her what to do."

Lacey glared at her with bleary eyes, so infuriated by the blatant condescension on display that she almost didn't know how to express it. How could Katie act this way to her? She'd done this 'mom friend' routine before when Lacey was pushing herself too hard, right down to the playful baby talk, but never with so much demanding insistence on infantilizing her roommate. She had to know how badly Lacey needed this, they'd talked about it often enough over late night beer and pizza sessions, so why was she choosing this moment to lean into her whole 'Mommy knows best' act? "I--I'm not sleepy!" she sputtered again, so utterly exhausted she couldn't find anything else to put into her head.

But Katie only chuckled. "That's just what sleepy little girls say when they're all tuckered out," she said, reaching over and giving Lacey a surprisingly forceful tug on the arm that sent her sprawling onto the couch cushions. She'd always known intellectually that Katie was stronger than her--given the nineteen-inch difference in height between the two women, it was difficult if not impossible to entirely miss--but it was one thing to notice that strength and another thing to feel it effortlessly pressing down on her, easily overpowering Lacey's feeble and lethargic struggles. She felt surprisingly helpless.

Surprisingly... and intimately. "My poor little darling doesn't even know what she wants," Katie purred, clambering on top of Lacey and using her weight to pin her down. "She's such a tired, sleepy thing that her fuzzy brain is all confused and muzzy and full of sticky pink fog, isn't that right, baby doll?" Their faces were near each other, mere inches apart now, and it wasn't just the comforting warmth of Katie's body that felt distractingly close. They'd done a few videos together before, and Lacey was used to physical intimacy between the two of them. No, it was Katie's bright blue eyes that held her attention.

Because they felt so... so familiar. There was something so soothing, so cozy about the way they coaxed Lacey into staring into them with her heavy-lidded gaze, feeling captivated by the shimmering blue irises and yet at the same time so eager to let her eyelids shut and give in to the mellow tranquility she saw reflected within. She--she'd done this before, Lacey realized. She'd looked helplessly into Katie's eyes while she lay languid and exhausted on something soft and struggled uselessly against this same exact desperate lethargy. "Y-you, I, no...." Lacey mumbled, a surge of dreamy arousal washing over her as Katie pressed her thigh against Lacey's pussy and began to grind.

"Oh, such a sleepy cutie!" Katie laughed out, rocking her body back and forth in a practiced rhythm that made Lacey's whole world go red with drowsy lust. It was only when she heard herself moan that she realized she'd let her eyelids slip shut in the throes of pleasure, and she drowsily fluttered them open again only to be caught by Katie's captivating stare once more. "I think my good little dolly just needs a nice, long, lazy rest to clear away all the cobwebs inside her head, and then she'll know just what she needs to do. Isn't that right, sleepyhead? Isn't Mistress always right?" Lacey felt a warm, wet throb of heat between her legs at the word 'Mistress', but somehow it only made the lethargy sink that much deeper into her numb and weary brain.

"When my drowsy little dreamgirl wakes, she'll know for sure that Mistress always knows best, and she won't keep wearing herself out chasing all those stupid dreams her Daddy pushed her into." Lacey let out a little squeak of astonishment, unable to hide the shock on her face as she realized she'd been a little bit more honest during those late night chats than she entirely remembered, but even though her eyes widened and her jaw hung open for a moment in sheer amazement, even that only reminded her of how deeply lost she was in her waking sleep when she confessed everything to Katie and soon she was chasing the memories down the darkness at the center of Katie's pupils and everything went soft and muzzy again.

"It's okay, baby girl," Katie purred, smoothing Lacey's furrowed brow with her pale fingers until every last trace of consternation was gone. "It's okay. You're just not bright enough for college, and that's alright because you're a very pretty girl with gorgeous big tits and you look so cute when you drool all over them for the camera, don't you?" She tilted Lacey's head up and down into a vacant, helpless nod, and the supine woman blinked heavily as the memories of what she did for her fans--memories she never truly forgot but didn't really bother holding onto--bobbed back to the surface of her sleepy mind. It should have shocked her. But instead all the tension melted out of her in a rush of dizzying relief as she realized just how very good she was at showing off her sexy body.

It all came rushing back to her, the same way it always did once she began to lose herself to trance and arousal and the sheer blinding ecstasy of simplifying her mind down to a blank, giggling idiocy for her Mistress. Lacey had been crawling away from this version of herself for so long, pretending it wasn't even there while she told herself she was smart and studious and dedicated to a career in medicine even as her deep self absolutely embraced being a dumb horny sex object. God, why had she ever fought this? Why had she ever lied to herself? Why was she even trying to stay awake, when slumbering in Katie's will felt so much better than thinking ever could?

Lacey went limp, her eyes rolling back in her head and slipping shut as she let out a drowsy, whimpering moan and surrendered to the pleasure. She could feel herself sinking into the dreamy lethargy of trance, embracing it, and she finally felt the massive bubble of stress and tension that she'd been holding for so long pop in a titanic orgasm that left her utterly mindless with ecstasy. She'd been struggling so hard, not against Katie's control but against the insidious expectations imposed on her by a family tradition she'd come to loathe, and it felt like such a relief to finally stop lying to herself. To relax. To... to rest, she thought muzzily, the last true thought she would have that entire evening.

Lacey drifted through wonderful dreams of being fucked and used and finally held in the tender embrace of her lover. The volumes of medical terminology she barely had any real grasp on fell out of her head completely, replaced by the blissful experiences she'd been suppressing all this time because she didn't want to admit to herself just how awful and overwhelming the ordeal of her classload truly was. She'd been terrified for months to express just how useless her intellect was in the face of everything she had to learn to live up to her father's reputation, haunted by the labels he gave to anyone and everyone he didn't think of as deserving of respect, and to embrace that taboo and allow herself to be tranced into vacant idiocy by Katie was just such a goddamn relief. She didn't have to care anymore. She was finally, blessedly free.

Lacey slept through her alarm the next morning. She didn't wake up until nearly eleven, long after her scheduled exam. And she celebrated her freedom by shooting a nice, long, sexy video with her new Mistress.

THE END