She was here. She was finally here.

 

The figure who had claimed Rina’s home—no, who had claimed Rina herself—was here with her on the bed. So very close.

She was sitting on top of Rina’s body like a cat. Acting as a weighted blanket on her waist, so close that Rina could appreciate not only the form, but the feel of her lady. An open palm pressed down on her bare chest, like how a cat placed a paw upon something it had claimed. The cold material sent shivers through Rina’s unresponsive body.

 

The latex her goddess was wearing was seamless over her entire form, carrying the same shivering effect that Rina was learning to admire and worship. It was a compact body, Rina’s eyes drawn deep into firm bust of her Goddess once again, hypnotized by not only the sheen, but the sheer sexual energy they had as they held themselves over her. As if hers were lesser, or unworthy of her Goddess, but they were so kind as to give her a goal to clamber towards. The way her hips pressed against Rina’s made her whine, a request she couldn’t form because words were not a privilege she had earned yet.

 

Only recently, Rina had earned the privilege to recognize the goddess, and only the goddess. Names had been slipping from her head, old coworkers, her boss, her family. They would come back in time, if her goddess deemed fit. But to earn the privilege of seeing the goddess’s face—to feel her heart of warmth and lust—so close to Rina’s own, she was to worship only the goddess for this moment in eternity.

She could see every centimeter of those pussy lips, how they were conformed into a perfect shape under the tight material, a thin barrier that only served to accentuate the silhouette… it all made Rina’s mouth water and emit the sounds of hi-pitched subservience.

 

Rina needed to be her; needed to be under her; and needed to obey her, in hopes of being lost in the black shine and shape of her body.

But she had been missing something deep. She had the mold to clean up. Her Goddess was not the source of this dirty, dirty substance, but her savior from that devilish temptation. The cleaner! The great cleanse of thought and worry!

 

For the first time Rina witnessed, her Goddess moved.

 

So elegant, so slow, and so precise with her movements. Her Goddess knew how to act, how to live, and the Goddess guided her silly lost head to look upwards via a single finger applying pressure on Rina’s chin.

Looking up, Rina got lost in a spiral of black. Her pupils dilated into pinpoints, and her focus was pulled from her brain directly in a thin string. Precious thoughts and stray brainwaves lumped in together to form a thin amalgam of Rina’s will. All to be stitched to the ceiling of hers. A mandala pattern spreading across her entire ceiling, all of her thoughts laid out like a film strip and splayed to form an infinite pattern. But as any mandala should, it needed to be wiped away and cleansed. Rina felt the drop on her forehead and came in the morning light.

Rina hadn’t recalled how she ended up in bed. Her mind was an open bluff of a waterfall past the point where Willow entered her apartment. Mmm… Rina squirmed in her haze of the morning. For once, she didn’t feel tired at all! She didn’t even think about the mold hanging above her head. All she thought about was how sweet Willow was to her.

 

Her body was bare of all clothes, bare of many inhibitions too. She felt awake! Rina felt alive! Rina felt the world lift off of her spirit and her energy rise back up to where it should have been all of her life. Her horizons had expanded and her mind felt peace and bliss. Even if her brain was stuffed full of sweet-smelling cotton balls, Rina felt ready! Whatever Willow had helped her with, it made her feel so giggly and sweet. It made her room—her house—smell so summery. Thoughts of picking apples with Willow filled her head, the sweet harvest of the season, coming back home to cuddle up with a fresh cooked pie and whipped cream licked off of—

 

Oh! She seemed to have had a wet dream. A very wet dream. Her thighs were still rubbing together, she wasn’t getting enough, feeling the stain she had left behind from her midnight climax. Feeling flush in the chest and horribly stuffed in the head, she slid off of her bed and took small steps to the living room. No bathroom visit, no closet, nothing… natural and free.

 

Willow was waiting for her on the couch; so nice of her to let Rina sleep. The spry girl was wearing a far too tight sweater, so soft but removing all imagination as to what laid under. Willow was perfect, a soft girl but one who put herself together like a statue. Her body wasn’t quite toned or chiseled, but Rina felt the gestalt in her form. How nothing should be taken away or added less it disrupted the art. Willow was like Rina’s goddess in form, perky and precious. Willow offered a lazy smile and patted the seat next to her.

 

Rina felt honored to scramble over and nestle in.

 

Willow lifted the blanket on her lap, sharing it with Rina and cuddling in close. Rina practically purred as her eyes fluttered away from Willow’s gaze. Willow’s legs were unseen, but the texture and tautness of them reminded Rina once again of the forgotten goddess’s dream, the feeling of something slick and molding Willow’s form into perfection.

 

“Morning Rina, I hope you don’t mind that I let myself in. I suspected you weren’t going to work today either… so I probably won’t either!” Willow smiled with a soft chuckle. Her slow draw was such a charming note in this dreamy morning.

Rina nodded unconsciously, nuzzling and leaning her head on Willow’s shoulder. Rina’s body was bare, but she felt so protected; like she was rubbing up against a mama grizzly.

 

Willow continued: “I’m gonna show you how to clean up that moldy… thing you’ve been having problems with. And if you're going to be my stay at home sweetheart, well I need to be sure you’re in a good environment.”

It made sense… Willow was saying it so matter of fact, so it must’ve been right. Rina mumbled in agreement, almost feeling herself drift off again—

 

Snap snap.

 

Rina shook her head to suddenly have the face of Willow come back into focus. Willow’s hair was so wavy, covering one eye and trailing down her shoulder. She looked like an executive rather than a lowly secretary. Rina’s heart skipped a beat and her hips wiggled a step deeper into the couch.

 

“Okay… that mold is really getting to you, Riri. Let’s take care of allll of that mold first.”

 

“How… mmm… how do we take it away?” Rina’s tone was wobbly, no drop of professional confidence left in her, leaving only neediness.

 

Willow giggled, causing Rina to rub herself deeper against the couch. Her exposed pussy was hot and bothered, rubbing against the plush couch, feeling itchy for something to play with it. The thought of using her own fingers wasn’t even a stray thought, it wasn’t an even possibility. Lucky for Rina, Willow reached over and hooked a finger into Rina’s begging cunt, causing the girl to gasp as if the wind were knocked out of her. The only response she could form was to hug closer to Willow.

 

“We need to rub it away… rub, rub, rub, rub it alllll away… because it’s not mold on the building. It’s a mold in your silly head, dumb-dumb,” Rina was a dumb dumb, so dumb she needed Willow to do all the rubbing for her. Her bestie, her sweetie, her goddess was circling around Rina’s cute little cunnie enough to make the trembling girl bite down on Willow’s sweater to keep herself from screaming out.

 

With an affectionate head nuzzle back, Rina’s mouth filled with the taste of sweet coconut, a tropical breeze, and a strange soft flavor of something rubbery. Those thoughts were smashed with a mallet as Willow gave her puffy clitty some much needed attention, pressing it with the base of her thumb and letting it twiddle one way, another way, keep it active, keep it needy. Only the scents remained.

She needed to rub the mold away. Without it, she could smell all of these wonderful things, and feel this burning heat get stoked. Or… was it that she just needed it rubbed for her, silly girl wasn’t getting rid of it herself, she relied on Willow to rub, rub, rub… a twitch and buck of her hips, causing Willow to giggle again.

 

“Rub rub… there’s so much moldy mold on these thoughties of yours, you need to throw them out. They’ve been making you sickly,” she teased Rina relentlessly. Whispering loving words into her ear, in a harmous tone as sweet as honey. It was a slow boil, soft, like she was being treated like a little thoughtless young’n.

 

The rubbing had started to give way to Willow smothering Rina’s poor-poor pussy with tender rubs and presses within her love tunnel. Rina’s mind started to form a picture, one she did not create herself.

A maid. A black haired maid. Her body was plush and curvy, face placid like a doll and happy as she worked away at a wall. It was such a lovely dress to work in, Rina could imagine why she was so happy.

 

An open top, letting two delicious and creamy breasts to bubble along, accentuated by the black dress top, or rather a strip of black that lead up to a laced up back and a pair of puffy little shoulders, little white frills beneath each of the cuffs. At the end of each arm a hand gloved in white, clinging to the hand and fluffing out at the wrist.

 

Her skirt was cut so daringly, allowing her mistress to see the two pure black pasties keeping a pair of bulky toys in place. The faint hymn of vibrations as she scrubbed away at the wall made Rina feel at peace. Faint amounts of honey trickled down her leg, a long thin stain taking form on a pair of thigh high white socks, the hem pinching her thighs. Her choice of shoes were black pumps, keeping her up high and feeling like a cute little bimbo.

 

The maid’s head came into Rina’s view, so lovingly described by Willow’s warm whispers into her ear. A blank stare, glassy eyes, yet a deep happiness underneath. Her dreamy smile had the faint scent of her mistress on her lips, with bright red lipstick as was needed in the uniform. Little pearl earrings dangled from her ears, on open display with her hair tied up in a black bun. So neat. So tidy. So clean.

 

Rina saw the collar. A leather strap sealed around the maid’s neck. It carried around a little vial of something, constantly feeding the maid the scent of her owner. Rina saw her own face on the maid’s body. Happy to scrub away the thoughts that were unnecessary, those moldy thoughts that Rina wouldn’t need. Thoughts that would stop her from being Willow’s kinky little slave.

 

Rina felt her body clench around Willow’s fingers. She was scrubbing, scrubbing Willow’s fingers clean with a clamp of her love around those divine fingers.

Rina came and let go of her thoughts.

Lost in the afterglow, Willow had graciously allowed Rina to enjoy a few moments without more thoughts being rubbed away. Rina needed a deep breath, but could not take advantage of the opportunity, because that would be rude to Willow. Especially after she helped her scrub away all of the mold that was clogging up her pipes.

 

“Ri-ri, you were always so cute, but so in your own head…” Willow slowly drew her fingers out of Rina’s sensitive slit, causing the girl to groan out. She had long since stopped nibbling on Willow’s shoulder and simply drooled in thought as Willow filled her head with her little fantasies. A fantasy Rina now shared. “You can think like a bunchies, but you’ve never stopped for a little while… lived your life… had a date…”

Willow drew her fingers upwards, placing the wet digits into Rina’s drooly mouth. Without the need for thought, she began to suck and lick her own juices, without recognizing that it was her own. Rina was focusing on Willow, she was giving her a lovely lesson about life.

 

“So, I’m gonna hit the reset button! You’re gonna be my cute maid for a while, a stay-at-home wifey who can explore herself… doesn’t that sound nice?” Willow offered.

Another obedient nod from Rina, ready to agree to anything if Willow wanted it.

 

Willow continued her proposal in that same, inviting tone. “Not like we need to get married or be like, exclusively girlfriends. But we have time to explore. I’m getting lotsa orders for Bluebell, enough that I can start up some brick and mortar shops.”

 

The name Bluebell rang a long dull bell, one in the depths of Rina’s mental garbage bin. Didn’t she have a job designing something for—

“No-no, don’t think! None of that yet,” Willow’s soft voice smothered out the thought and a little pinch on Rina’s ignored little nipple fully compacted it away. “You like my perfumes, you always did. So I learned to play with the recipes and use them to evoke the senses. All of it was for you to play with, Rina-Rina.”

Leaning in, Willow pecked Rina with a soft kiss on the cheek. A little peck. One that spread a different type of warmth through Rina’s body. Like the warmth from a sunbeam. Snaking from her cheek, through her form, all to her toes, and then rising back up again.

 

Willow giggled, removing herself for a moment to grab the hem of her sweater and pull up, up, and upwards. “It feels nice to have someone who you can feel, like, anything with, huh? I’m happy you took so naturally to all my little… tastes. They’re a little exotic… but it makes me feel snug.”

 

This was a moment of revelation! Of realization! The moment that Rina would see the tight body of a black and glossy sheen on Willow and realize the nature of her nightmares. Her dreams. Her passionate paralysis… if only Rina could think that way anymore.

Rina was being reset. A little button. Rina didn’t have those silly dreams. Rina was just Marina, happy little girlfriend to her latex mommy Willow. So happy to have met Willow in college, so happy to have let herself be hypnotized by her scents and sounds, so happy to have Willow turn their building into a cutesy duplex.

 

Willow stood up, her body arcing to show the various firm pieces of herself. A latex goddess who came down to say hello to her darling. She was always so soft, so comforting…and she knew how to make Rina feel just the same.

A hand reached out and helped Rina up, petting the drooling doll’s head and whispering a little string of words before a passionate evening of two friends getting to know each other all over again.

 

“I love you, Rina. Why don’t we enjoy our new bedroom, now that all the mold is gone?”