Chapter 11: Toys, Lessons, and Capacity

Claire sat across the kitchen table from Mae. They’d needed to move off of the couch, and sit further apart to stop Claire from getting lost in cuddles and Mae from a touch or a whisper with too potent of an effect.

At the beginning of the day Claire had been bright-eyed and excited. After all, this was her Mae-mommy teaching her the foundation of properly utilizing powerful and secret lesbian mind control techniques. Even the smallest bits of minutiae were bound to be exciting.

Hours later, Claire’s head was leaning into her hand to keep her from slumping over.

Ughhhhh when do I get to learn how to make mom or Elizabeth or whoever I could want cum with a fingertip?!

I wanna learn the touch of the little death!

“Oh, and how could I forget?” Mae took a long swig from a can of diet coke, still as cheerful as she’d been when they started. “Probably should have mentioned this earlier? Sorry, it’s a bit basic, but I wasn’t exactly trained in the ‘being gentle’ or ‘being nice’ parts of this, except as far as it meant keeping subjects alive and relatively uninjured to carry out tasks, but… Anyway! When they’re under your power? Your subjects won’t be able to care about their own comfort, their own needs… etcetera. So you need to keep them hydrated, check on if they’re sore…

“If they’re deep enough under, they might not be able to know. In long sessions, it can be very important to regularly help a subject… ‘surface’ so they can think straight enough to help you get an accurate answer from them.” Mae tried to take another sip, then frowned as she stared down into the open can. After shaking it, and turning it upside down to get the last few drops, she continued. “You have to be very careful about some phrasings, too…? Basically, if you tell them they feel too good, or too comfortable, even when they rise up—”

“Mom!” Claire whimpered. “This is getting really… Like… Look, I get that you want me to be responsible and careful. That goes double for time spent with mom, but… This is all a bit much!”

Mae frowned. “It’s all very important! You could seriously hurt someone if you don’t keep these things in mind, and it’s not always as easy to fix as a hug or a bandage. Psychological scars can go deep!” Shaking her can again, Mae tossed it across the room into a blue recycling bin only to make her way over to the fridge to pull out another. “I know it isn’t exciting. I know this isn’t the good stuff. I know. But you don’t want to hurt someone and slowly develop a complex that makes it hard to sleep at night, do you? Do you?”

Claire looked up into her mother’s brown eyes. It was impossible to not make a note of the very obvious pain she saw. It was still very much impossible to not whimper anyway. “I don’t and you know that, mom. I know. I get it. I just… Can’t I learn anything fun…? Or sexy…? I think you gave me a tip about removing bras three hours ago and since then… Safety, precautions, ways to tell someone’s mind is fracturing…

“I am taking this seriously, I promise. I will take this seriously, just…” Claire whined, gesturing uselessly with both of her hands. “Something? Please? We’ve been at this all day…”

Mae’s frown stayed set and focused on her daughter for what felt like an eternity but was likely closer to a few very uncomfortable minutes. Claire spent the time alternating between looking up at her mother, and looking down at the table with a sheepish expression. She didn’t dare say another word until Mae responded.

You’d think I told her that I was going to disregard what she said… Claire sighed. She’s just been so grueling without a through line to any of this, without building towards things, just jumping around…

It’s not that hard to tell that you weren’t a teacher, mom!

“…Wait here for a moment.” Mae’s frown didn’t fade, but she did move briskly from the kitchen. She didn’t say more once she was out of sight, either.

Claire looked to where her mom had been standing, towards the exit she’d used, and then back at her empty chair. “…Okay. Sure. I can wait… for… whatever this is. I’m sure that this can only be a good thing for me…”

Every moment that Claire waited was agonizing. Worries from her mother rescinding the mutual ownership of Sophia to the very real concern that she had hurt Mae or touched on something tender and made her feel awful filled her mind. Slumping down towards the table she folded her arms and hid her face away with a groan.

Michelle sometimes calls me a little sensitive, but… I think this time I might have been a little insensitive…

“Sorry about that, sweetie…! I thought that I remembered where these were, but… here!” A loud thud shook the kitchen table, and Claire whimpered. “Go on, take a look, Claire-Bear. I want to know what you think.”

Blinking, Claire lifted her head, and looked at the rather large cardboard box. It wasn’t one she recognized, but she’d learned a long time ago to not go snooping through her mothers’ things. Standing up to look inside, Claire looked down and her cheeks turned a bright red. Costumes… sex toys… bondage accessories… I can’t imagine Sophie-mommy would be happy if this all stayed in the box all the time, unless she has more stuff that gets her off even more…

“But I…” Claire reached down, pulling out a vibrating egg hanging off the end of a cord. “Didn’t I… piss you off…? Or hurt you by disregarding your feelings? Or if I didn’t, couldn’t you have like… Wah!” Claire quietly screamed as the egg vibrated, her mother holding a remote she’d withdrawn from the box. “Mom!”

Mae started laughing, and every time she nearly stopped she would press the button again, the egg would vibrate, and she would laugh a little louder.

Claire spent several minutes with her arms crossed, torn between joining in on the laughter or trying to give her mother a stern, hurt, serious look. Her inability to maintain one approach made both utter folly.

“Couldn’t you have like… told me you weren’t mad before you left the room? This is a bit… melodramatic!”

“Yeah, I could have done that… but?” Mae pressed the button again, and giggled entirely too long. Claire even started tapping her foot. “Oh come on. Give your mom a break. You haven’t seemed to even guess what I’m giving you tonight, and I’m almost a little hurt. Besides, I’ve shared way too much old classic media… I really expected you to catch on what I was doing.”

“…I hoped but…” Claire cleared her throat, rubbing her shoulder as she stared at the egg in her hand.

Mae sighed, softly shaking her head. “Sorry about that… but, uhm… I thought about it, and realized not only were you right, but…!” She pressed the button again, holding it for three longer times, three shorter, and another three long.

Claire stared at the egg in her hand, then looked up at her grinning mother. “Did you just… S.O.S. me with… a sex toy…?”

“I’m going to teach you how to have a date night with your Sophie-mommy!” Mae whined, shaking her head as she set down the remote. “Her inhibitions about dating her daughter are still intact, and that’s… not something I really want to rush to changing, but that’s nothing a little control can’t patch right over. Tonight, I want you to use my words… but if you have a good time, and your mother does, too… either after your date, or tomorrow, early?

“I’ll teach you some of the real tricks.”

Claire quivered, clenching her thighs tight. I get a date with mom… and I get to learn… to learn the sort of techniques that she… oh yesyesyesyesYESyesyesyes!

Squealing, Claire twirled in place.

When Mae smoothly retrieved the remote while Claire’s back was turned and pressed the button again, Claire squeaked. All she could do when Mae started to laugh was pitifully whine. “I should really put this down…”

“You should!” Mae chuckled, wagging the remote side to side as though it were a chastising finger. “Though I do imagine you know where it’s been… but anyway, your mother will be home before too long, but we should have just enough time for me to give you a quick crash course on how to use the control I’ve already established for more than just a little sex. Ready for one last lesson?”

Claire couldn’t keep herself from nodding vigorously. “Yes, Miss Guest!”

Mae smirked.

“Well then, Claire-bear… Let me teach you how to make your mother’s mind temporarily change.”