Beca resembled a walking zombie as she trudged through the grocery store, basket handle resting on her right arm as her left hand rested in the pocket of her pullover hoodie. Between her professional obligations, planning her wedding, and the strict diet she put herself in prep for the wedding, she was stressed. The normally vivacious, bright young woman had her hair up in a messy bun, and her mismatched socks told any would-be observers that she was exhausted.

During this outing, however, there were no observers: in her current condition, Beca didn't warrant a second glance from any of the grocery store customers, except maybe to find themselves grateful that their lot in life wasn't as bad as hers...

As Beca rounded the corner from the spice aisle - she simply couldn't come home without black pepper for Chloe's breakfasts - Beca smelled the faint scent of...

FRESHLY BAKED CINNAMON ROLLS!

The Brunette felt like the scent was pulling her up off her feet like a character in the bygone era of Saturday morning cartoons. Seemingly weightlessly, effortlessly, she glided into the bakery section. The smell had a sort of Pavlovian response on Beca, which caused her to salivate liberally at the idea of eating an entire package of cinnamon rolls in her car.

"I mean, I know I should stick to the diet. We agreed! But ONE little cheat day couldn't hurt, could it...?"

No sooner had Beca finished her thought when she saw Chloe waiting for her in the aisle of the bakery section.

Beca's pupils dilated like saucers at the sight of her fiancee: the normally sweet-looking girl with the girl-next-door wardrobe was dressed to kill. Chloe, dressed in her thigh-high boots, leather mini-skirt, corset, elbow-length gloves, and choker, the redhead's choice of clothing would make a dominatrix blush...!

Beca didn't know whether to faint or pounce as she felt the heat between her legs.

Choosing neither, she grabbed her girlfriend's hand and ran to the closest thing the bakery had to a corner.

"Dude! What are you doing?!" the submissive said, in hushed tones.

"You were about to cheat on your diet," Chloe responded, her response a declarative sentence rather than a question.

"I - I - I - you can't prove that!" Beca replied, averting her gaze as she pointed her finger in Chloe's face.

Chloe laughed derisively at the petulance of her submissive betrothed.

"I know everything about you, babe. I wouldn't be much of a partner if I let you cheat, now, did I?"

Beca turned a bright red, she herself unsure whether it was from embarrassment, anger, or arousal.

"Well, you can't stop me. I need a treat!" Beca whisper-yelled at her partner as she proceeded towards her sugary indulgence.

Chloe's only response was a casual snap of her fingers.

Beca winced for a moment, waiting for some sort of freeze trigger to take effect. Tentatively, she tested her extremities, which all seemed to work. Satisfied, she looked down to find her sweater was gone, to find a form-fitting black tank in its place!

The brunette stormed back to her suddenly-super-dominant partner. In Beca's harshest whisper-scream, she said, "dude! Where the hell is my sweater?! I've had that for ten years, it'd better be safe."

Chloe let out another derisive laugh and said, "as if I'd let you out in that ratty old thing, dearie. I simply lifted the suggestion I gave you earlier that you were wearing such comfortable clothes. In fact, you might want to look at what's written on the back~"

Beca did her best to glance at her back, but was unable to get a good look. Pivoting accordingly, she looked in the reflection of the glass door on the refrigerator. The colour drained from her face as she read on her back, "Hypnotized slave for Mistress Chloe. Hands off."

Beca stormed back to the hedheaded domme.

"I don't know where to start! This is way over the line, Chloe. We are going to have a serious talk when we get back."

Chloe simply placed her hands on Beca's shoulders and looked her partner square in the eye.

"Tell me you're not having the time of your life, kitten."

Beca, tried to suppress her short, panting breaths, somehow blushing even harder as she glanced around. Miraculously, nobody was paying them much attention. In fact, besides one passing soccer mom glancing over momentarily, nobody noticed them at all...!

"Oh my god, why am I so turned on...?"

In an attempt to steel her resolve, she replied, "I'd be having the time of my life if I can get my hands on those cinnamon rolls. Now, gimme."

Chloe clicked her tongue in response to her slave's defiance.

"That simply won't do..."

Chloe reached inside her corset - how on Earth did that thing leave any room for pockets, Beca wondered idly - and withdrew a black collar with a D-ring on the front. Attached was a short silver chain.

"No. No, you can't make me, Chloe. I'll walk away right now and leave you here in that getup all alone."

Somehow, even Beca, herself, knew that such protests were futile. Without even realizing it, the collar was already around her neck, with Chloe holding the chain.

"Seems I'll have to do the grocery shopping myself, then. Come along, pet."

Chloe gave a quick yank on the chain, forcing Beca to heel. Not wanting to create more of a scene than she already had, Beca did her best to keep up as Chloe led her though the store. Periodically, Chloe would point at an item on the shelf, ordering Beca to put it in the basket. Beca let out a quiet "Yes 'm" in compliance every time in deference to her Mistress.

It was the single hottest thing she'd ever experienced.

As they were heading down the pasta aisle, Beca became aware of a guy in his 30s who had come up from behind them, slowly walking past and looking at Beca quizzically.

"Don't even ask!" Beca shouted defensively.

"Huh? Lady, I'm just here for the spaghetti..." he said dismissively, picking up a package of spaghetti as he walked off, muttering under his breath, "Psycho..."

As the pair walked up to the front of the aisle, Beca finally began to feel a sense of relief wash over her: they were nearly finished. They just had to get through the checkout and get the hell out of there. She knew that when they got home, she was either going to ravish her fiance and/or get dropped back down into trance for her...

Her sense of relief was short-lived, however, when she put together that she'd have to talk to the cashier.

She'd have to talk to a stranger.

While chained by her domme.

Claimed.

Marked as hypnotized property.

"Just get it over with, dummy," she thought to herself with a heavy sigh, as they approached the front.

Mercifully, there was a lane open without a lineup. Chloe led the pair up to the checkout and Beca began to unload their groceries onto the conveyor.

The chirpy, upbeat cashier, who looked like she wasn't a day over 19, said, "Hi there! Did you find everything you were looking for today?"

Beca just glanced down at the floor, embarrassed to be seen like this. In a low, quick, hushed voice, she said, "yep. Yeah, got everything. Can we speed this along, please?"

The cashier sighed a little - just another rude customer, she thought to herself - and tacitly continued her work, unencumbered by conversation.

As Beca showed her Rewards card, she mumbled, "I'm so sorry about this," as she glanced in Chloe's direction.

The cashier tilted her head to one side, and asked, "what are you talking about?"

Beca simply reverted her gaze back to the ground and said, "uh, nothing," and shook her head briskly. Her insides were on fire and all she could think about was ending this torture...! The brunette tapped her Visa on the card-reader and walked toward the exit as quickly as the chain would allow her.

No sooner had she stepped outside did she see her own car stopped at the sliding doors, with Chloe sitting in the driver's seat, holding cinnamon rolls in her lap. Beca stopped in her tracks with the cutest look of shock on her face as she did a double-take to her side: her psycho dominatrix girlfriend had disappeared from beside her! Beca looked down to see her favourite hoodie on her once again. She felt her neck for a collar and found only her usual necklace. She looked up at Chloe, who looked back at Beca with deep concern.

"Babe, are you alright?" Chloe asked, genuinely worried for her fiancee's condition.

"Uh... yeah! Yeah, Chlo, I'm... fine..."

And all the memories came back to her in a flash...

"I was wearing what?!" Chloe shouted, laughing out as she sat at their dining room table, cinnamon roll in hand.

"Right?! I couldn't believe my eyes!" Beca shouted right back, halfway through her second cinnamon roll.

"Oh my ever-loving God, if I thought for one second that those suggestions were going to affect you that way..." Chloe chuckled heartily as she embraced her fiancee, giving cinnamon-flavoured kissed in the process.

"And oh my god, I just realized: I yelled at that poor guy who just wanted spaghetti!"

The two broke out into a laughing fit at the unintended consequences of their bout into more direct public play.

"Why didn't you just safeword if it was that bad?"

"That's just it, I... I dunno, it was kinda... hot?" Beca replied, unsure how to respond, herself.

"You never told me you had a humiliation thing," Chloe said, carefully.

"That's cause I didn't know! I mean, this was a new one."

"Is this something you want to explore further?"

"Maybe, like, way down the road. That was a super intense experience, and to be honest I'm still kinda processing it."

Chloe smiled warmly at her partner as she sat down in Beca's lap softly. Chloe stroked her hair lovingly and gazed into Beca's eyes.

"So, tell me the truth: did I go too far?"

"Honestly, I think this was more a me thing than a you thing. Now that my memories are back, I can see you didn't make things that extreme. My mind made that happen."

"Then, on some level, you want me to be more dommy and wear leather and stuff?"

Beca blushed again and glanced away.

"Maybe we could try it?"

Chloe flashed a wicked smile for a moment before she placed her finger on Beca's forehead.

"See me in my dominatrix outfit again, Beca."

Chloe stood up stock straight and put her hands on her hips as Beca drunk in the sight. Immediately, instinctively, the brunette sunk to her knees as Chloe pulled out her pocket watch...