Tender Loving Control
Chapter 41: Obliviousness and Obedience
by MadamKistulot
Disclaimer: If you are under age, not a fan of lesbian mind control, or otherwise not permitted to read ahead, this is your warning. All of the women portrayed are of a legal age for such naughty endeavors, and the term ‘girl’ is not used to denote otherwise. Nonconsensual sex is unethical in real life, and any such examples within this fiction is not condoning or supporting such acts. The following work is copyright Madam Kistulot 2022, and not for reposting or other such uses.
Chapter 41: Obliviousness and Obedience
Learning Nightingale Sapphistry is a lot harder than learning Weaver Sapphistry… All I had to do to learn how to be a good weaver was be a slut with a minimum of self-control… Claire groaned as she shifted positions and splayed herself out across the family couch in a slightly different position than she’d been in a few moments before. Nightingale Sapphistry takes a lot more… Tenderness…? Attentiveness…?
I think I might like it more, too…
Patricia’s instruction hadn’t ended when Belinda left. Claire’s memory drifted back to how nice it felt to be cradled and soothed as she sobbed, and wrapped her arms around herself with a sigh. It was a very genuine empathy, but knowing that Patricia was just as experienced using that power to bend women to her will but used it to be kind to Claire just made it better.
She clenched her thighs, fluttered her eyes, and purred.
Then her thoughts drifted over to Belinda, and Claire couldn’t stop herself from frowning.
I have been so awful to her… and somehow, trying to fix it just made things worse…?
Claire whined.
And Mae went to work today so I can’t just turn off her brain and nuzzle into her huge fucking tits… Claire whined louder, allowing herself a moment of a child tantrum as she slammed her hands down into the couch cushions. What kind of a slave mommy isn’t always available for me to use her tits as an anti-stress measure…? She wasn’t thinking of me at all…
…but I also didn’t get around to going to class today, sooo…
Claire’s cheeks flushed a deep, dark red as she reached for a pillow and held it over her face.
I did mean to go…! I just… uhm…
Sort of made it so I needed to make it so my incestuous relationship didn’t get out, realized I’d been a horrible friends, tried to fix things… made them… worse…
Groaning again, Claire didn’t hear the creak on the front porch, or the opening of the door. Her thoughts were too loud, and her whining was even louder as she held the pillow tight and rolled slightly side to side with her legs kicking at the air above her.
“Claire, sweetie, is everything alright?” Sophia stood over her, and Claire screamed as she nearly threw her pillow directly at her mother’s face. “…is that a no?”
With a burst of shy giggles, Claire shook her head. “I’m fine… really… I just… I might have really hurt Belinda’s feelings. A lot.” She blinked, and then sighed. “Welcome home, by the way, Sophie-mommy…! I’m really glad to have you home… I always miss you…!”
“You’re too sweet, Claire.” Sophia stepped away, setting down her bag before stepping out of her shoes. “You don’t need to say things like that about your boring mother.”
Claire whined, shaking her head as she moved up onto her knees, staying low so she could peer over the back of the couch at her mother as she bent down to pull off her shoes. “I’m serious…! I love you, mom. I like having you around. When you aren’t… I miss you. I don’t miss you when I’m at class, or with my friends… but I always feel happier coming home to you, or when you come home from work…”
Sophia looked down to her daughter half-hiding behind the couch.
For a moment they stayed like that, eyes gazing into each other, wordless.
“That’s just a fact!” Claire smiled brighter, and Sophia quietly laughed as she moved over to sit beside her daughter and pull her into a hug. She was still wearing her work uniform, identifying her as the beautiful office lady that she was, but that didn’t stop her from stroking her daughter’s hair and holding her head down against her shoulder.
They both sighed together in almost the same moment. Sophia kissed the top of Claire’s head, squeezing her tighter just long enough for her daughter to happily mewl. “Thank you, my precious little Clarabelle.”
She hasn’t called me that since I was small enough to fit my body into a pillowcase… Claire melted against her mother, hugging tighter as fingers softly stroked through her curls. I could fall asleep like this… just… held by her… loving her… I wish that I didn’t need to make it so she didn’t remember the time we spent together when it obviously makes her so fucking happy…
With her face hidden in her mother’s shoulder, at least she knew that her emotions were relatively well hidden.
“Hey…” Claire cleared her throat quietly. “Can I ask you something…?”
“Of course…!” Sophia squeezed her tighter, gently kissing the top of her head again. “You can always ask me anything… except what your mother is thinking when she grins like that. I never know for sure.”
Both women giggled together, squeezing each other tighter.
I think I might know a lot better than you do…
And I might know why you can’t ever figure it out…
“Did uhm…” Claire pulled back enough to look into her mother’s beautiful green eyes. Realizing how similar the color was to Patricia’s eyes made her blush at how much she’d been admiring those earlier. Sophia and Patricia even both had curly hair—though Patricia’s was more a golden blonde than the same brown as her own. “Did you know Belinda… like-liked me…?”
Sophia took a deep breath, and closed her lips together tight. For several moments she didn’t move, or make a sound, simply stared. Her smile grew, but she was silent.
Claire whined, and Sophia broke out into laughter.
Claire whined so much louder.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…!” Sophia was visibly struggling to stop laughing, but only able to succeed to a very limited degree. “Everyone… I’m pretty sure that everyone has known for years? Your mother and I have talked about it with her mother Lauren plenty of times… We’ve discussed it with Belinda… Your friend Michelle knows… Fiona… I’m pretty sure your friend Tessa knew—how is Tessa? Have you talked to her lately? She was always very nice—”
“—Mom!”
“Don’t interrupt, Clarabelle.” Sophia giggled, smiling a slight bit wider. “She was always very sweet, but I think she had a crush on Mae… I used to tease her about it… Oh! Your first girlfriend, the blonde with the very tight curls? What was her name… Stephanie..?”
Claire’s cheeks were as red as they had ever been, and her entire body was shaking.
There was only one way out of the moment that she could see, and she wasn’t going to pass it up. It had been a very long day that hadn’t gone at all to plan, and now that her mother was home, Claire could only take so much.
“Sophieslave!”
Her mother groaned, her green eyes turning hazy instantly. Claire quivered, barely able to say the rest of the words when she was already so aroused and so hungry for what she saw. Sophia was so vulnerable to her, and had no idea just how helpless she truly was. Something about the way that made her vulnerable made everything so much better.
“Remember your purpose…”
“sophieslave’s purpose is to obey her owners…!” Sophia fluttered her eyes, slumping back against the couch with her back arched out in such a way to perfectly emphasize her large breasts. Her legs fell apart, making her skirt slowly tease its way higher up her legs.
How is she… so… fucking… hot?!
Hooding her eyes low, Claire grasped a handful of each of her mother’s breasts and squeezed until her mother’s voice cracked. When she released, her fingertips soothingly caressed their way across her mother’s curves, and Sophia mewled in what sounded either like appreciation or relief.
Either way, that made Claire’s eyes hood and her smile grow.
“Alright, mommy… Mae isn’t home yet, so she may end up joining us later, but…” Claire pressed her lips slowly along her mother’s ear, each kiss so tender and soft. Each was followed by a quivering mewl that sent tingles up Claire’s thighs. “You’ve really been enjoying our nights together… haven’t you, mommy?”
Sophia moaned as Claire’s hand slid up along the inside of her thigh. She nodded slowly, her mouth hanging open as she quietly groaned. “Y-y-yessss… Dreams… make me… so happy… make me wake up and… want to find… her… to be with… her…”
Claire shuddered.
Oh…
Oh I didn’t… anticipate that… at all…
Claire’s teeth closed around her bottom lip, and her thighs clenched. “Well… you can be with her again…” She melted her lips into Sophia’s, and moved her hand up under her mother’s skirt. “I’m going to make us some dinner again, while you change into something a little… sexier… a little… easier for us to get messy in… and then…” She kissed her again, and they both groaned together. “We’re going to get a little messy… How does that sound, mommy?”
“S-sounds…” Sophia groaned, readily parting her thighs to her daughter’s touch. “P-p-perfect… so… perfect… I… love… that… time with my dream lover… with… you…”
The temptation was there to weave, or to offer the light of her lantern to her mother, but in the end that wasn’t what she really wanted. In that moment, what she wanted was Sophia. What she wanted was to enjoy time with her mommy-girlfriend with all of the blinds and the shades much more carefully drawn than before.
She glanced to the windows just in case, her hand still rising higher until she felt the texture of her mother’s panties. Sophia groaned, arching into her daughter’s touch as her fingers took their time exploring the slick fabric.
All of the windows were completely blocked.
Claire sighed in relief.
Now, time to show Belinda, and myself, that I can learn from my mistakes… twice in one day even…! Maybe three…? I’ve lost track…
“Then just let me check one thing before I send you up to your room to change…” Grinning proudly, Claire pulled out her phone and checked for any messages. There were only two messages, and they were both from Mae. “Huh… Let’s see what this is…”
“S-see…! O-ohhhh…!” Sophia groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head as she pressed so desperately into her daughter’s touch.
The message was short and succinct. While they lacked any real flare of Mae’s typical charm, they were also the sort of messages that made it easy to believe her mother was too busy to add in a wink, a tilde, or otherwise any real amount of her flirty charm.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
Going to be late tonight.
Don’t wait up!
Claire giggled, shaking her head as her fingers teased their way under her mother’s panties to stroke along the slick, flush lips of her sex. Sophia groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head.
After forgetting to check my messages for so long, I do and Belinda hasn’t sent me anything… Claire sighed. Not that it’s… a big deal or anything… I’ll be busy tonight anyway.
Would be nice to have Mae, and Belinda here tonight, though…
Sophia groaned from one of Claire’s idle touches, and the sound made the younger woman’s eyes flutter as she returned back to herself with a quiet sigh. “Well, that’s that then, mommy… So why don’t you go on upstairs, and I’ll see what I can throw together on short notice…
“Be a good mommy, now…!”
“G-good… m-moooommy…” Sophia’s thighs clenched as she stood, and moved towards the stairs leading up to her bedroom. “Purpose is to… obey…”
Claire squirmed and clenched her thighs along the way to the kitchen.
“I guess even with the ability to take whoever, and whatever I want…” Claire smiled to herself as she threw open the freezer. “There’s still a way to want more. How… Incredibly unpleasant…!”
Spotting only a frozen pizza, Claire preheated the oven as she looked down at her own clothes. They weren’t exactly terrible, but they were hardly appropriate for a date.
“One problem at a time… it’s not like Sophia’s going to be seeing anything I don’t want her to see, anyway…!”
Giggling, Claire texted Mae a quick ok, and Belinda a sticker of a hug. After that, her full attention was on giving her mother the most magical evening that she could possibly deliver without stumbling across a forbidden magical artifact or suddenly being gifted with the ability to actually manipulate reality instead of just her mother’s perception thereof.
Sophia wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.
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