Magnolia couldn’t stop smiling. It would be unusual under any circumstance; she was often called stoic and reserved, and rarely cracked a grin even in her domestic life. Unless she was laughing at Lily, of course.

But she never smiled when she was at work. She always projected a stern, cool exterior around her employees. She hated the faux-friendly atmosphere so many firms were trying to project these days, claiming that everyone was a “family” and other such nonsense. She didn’t claw her way up from nothing to lie to people like that. Everyone in her company was there for one reason: to make money. It was a purely transactional relationship, and Magnolia’s demeanor reflected that. She wasn’t anyone’s friend, certainly not their “family.” She was their boss, and she demanded quality work.

But today? Today was different. She felt different. And more importantly, she looked different.

Gone were the suit jacket and tailored slacks. In their place was a black sleeveless silk blouse, a dark red pencil skirt, and sheer black pantyhose. She’d also put more time into her makeup, adding eyeshadow and a bit of blush, and even swapped out her diamond stud earrings for gold hoops.

When she saw herself in the mirror after getting dressed that morning, she almost felt silly. Was this really a good idea? Would people treat her differently when she got to work? But when Lily saw her at the breakfast table, they practically started drooling.

“How do I look, plaything?” Magnolia asked coyly, already knowing the answer.

“Oh my god,” Lily replied. “Oh my god, Mistress, you look… you look amazing!”

“Really?” Magnolia leaned forward, giving Lily a view of her cleavage through the slightly-unbuttoned blouse. “You don’t think I look… strange? A little silly?”

“N-No, no way,” Lily stammered, blushing. “You look hot. Really, really hot.”

“Well, I’m very flattered you think that, plaything,” Magnolia smirked. “But… do you think it’s a little too different from my usual style?”

“Um… w-well, Mistress… if I’m being honest? As much as I liked the business suits and stuff, it was a little… samey. Like, it was hard to tell you’d even changed outfits some days.” Lily shrugged. “I don’t think it’s such a bad thing to switch it up every now and then.”

That was when it all clicked for Magnolia. This didn’t have to signal a permanent shift in her wardrobe. She could just try it out for today and see how it felt. And now that she was at the office, she knew it was the right decision. She still felt like her old self, but somehow more. A sexier, bolder Magnolia, but still Magnolia all the same.

So why shouldn’t she smile a bit? She felt amazing, she looked amazing, and no one was treating her any differently. They all still feared her as the stern taskmistress she was; she could probably come to the office nude and people would still be afraid of her. Not that I’d ever do anything like that, she thought to herself with a chuckle.

Magnolia was still smiling as she got out of the elevator and walked up to Indigo’s desk. “Good morning!” she said cheerfully.

Indigo looked up and smiled back. “Wow, Mrs. Anderson! Weekend makeover?”

“Yes, well, I’d been meaning to hit the mall for a few weeks now,” Magnolia replied, running a hand through her hair. “Thought I’d refresh my wardrobe.”

“I’m glad you took my suggestion,” Indigo said, rising from her chair and shaking Magnolia’s hand. “You look stunning, Mrs. Anderson.”

“Thank… you…” Magnolia blinked slowly. She felt a sudden wave of lethargy pass through her, and swayed on her heels as her head lolled to the side. “Um… I think I should… get to work…”

“Oh, I disagree,” Indigo grinned, still holding Magnolia’s hand as she led her boss into her office. “You look very tired, Mrs. Anderson. Very sleepy.”

“Sssleepy,” Magnolia mumbled. She closed her eyes and sank into Indigo’s arms, falling faster and faster into deep trance with every passing second.

“Oh!” Indigo gasped as she caught Magnolia. “Crap, I kinda thought you’d last a little longer than that. I guess I’m doing my job too well, huh?” She chuckled and dragged Magnolia to her chair, setting the hypnotized Domme down while never once letting go of her hand.

“Alright, Maggie,” Indigo smirked, “I think you’re ready to take things up a notch. Log in to your computer, please.”

“Mmm, okay…” Magnolia opened her eyes halfway and, slowly, typed her login info into the computer.

“Thanks, doll,” Indigo said, kissing Magnolia on the temple. She plugged a flash drive into Magnolia’s computer and opened it, revealing a series of video files. “Just gonna cue these up, and…”

Indigo hit play, and two pornographic videos appeared on Magnolia’s twin monitors. Indigo chuckled and groped Magnolia’s breasts. “Take a nice, long look, Maggie,” she purred, squeezing and massaging her boss’s chest. “Isn’t this just the hottest shit?”

Magnolia stirred, opening her eyes and staring at the monitors. “Wh-Why is… porn here…?”

“You started playing it, silly.” Indigo pointed at the flash drive. “That’s yours, right?”

“I… I don’t…”

“It is yours, Maggie,” Indigo said firmly. “And you started the videos, because you wanted to watch them. Right?”

“Uh…” Magnolia blinked, her mind rearranging her memories to make sense of what Indigo was telling her. “Yes… I wanted to… watch…”

“And not just watch,” Indigo continued, hiking up Magnolia’s skirt, “but enjoy yourself. Stroke, and touch, and edge.”

“E-Edge?” Magnolia gasped. “N-No, I… I don’t…”

“You don’t edge? But of course you do, silly! It just feels so nice to deny yourself, never climaxing, staying horny and fuzzy all day long…” Indigo noticed Magnolia’s cock hardening through her panties and grinned. “See? You’re into it.”

“But…” Magnolia furrowed her brow. “Edging… is for subs…?”

“Well, sure! But who says a Domme like you can’t try it? You’ve seen how Li– uh, your subs enjoy it, right? You’ve always been a little curious to try it yourself. And today’s a slow day. Why not indulge yourself a little?”

“Indulge myself…” Magnolia stared at the monitors, her mouth hanging open and drool starting to trickle down her chin. “Yeah…” she smiled, reaching towards her panties and pulling them down. “I deserve… this…”

“Yes,” Indigo said, stifling a laugh, “I’d say you do.” She stood up and patted Magnolia on her head as the CEO started stroking her penis. “I’ll cancel your appointments for the next few hours. Oh, and Maggie?”

“Hm?”

“Open that blouse. You wanna grab those pretty tits of yours, right?”

“Oh… yes, of… of course…” Magnolia pulled open her blouse, revealing a sheer silk bralette with her nipples poking through. She pinched her nipple and moaned loudly, her mouth making a perfect “O” shape as she shamelessly masturbated at her desk.

Indigo laughed at her mindlessly horny boss. “Oh, yes,” she smiled, “she’ll fit right in.” She leaned down and started whispering in Magnolia’s ear. If Magnolia was even slightly more lucid, the things Indigo was telling her would be shocking, even disturbing.

But all Magnolia could do was listen, and let Indigo shape her mind however she saw fit.

“How was work, Mistress?” Lily said cheerily as Magnolia entered their home.

“F-Fine,” Magnolia replied, letting her briefcase slip from her fingers and fall to the floor. She walked straight towards Lily, who was lounging on the couch playing some sort of video game that she couldn’t care less about.

Lily set their controller down and, after taking a closer look at Magnolia, raised an eyebrow. “Are… are you feeling okay?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Magnolia snapped. Her face was flushed a deep red, and she started softly panting as she got closer to Lily. “I’m really horny, and I don’t want any questions or complaints out of you. Understand?”

“U-Um…” Lily nodded their head. “Yes, Mistress.”

Magnolia grinned. “Then you know what to do.” She started unbuttoning her blouse, looking at Lily expectantly.

Lily started stripping down as well, tossing their sweatshirt and leggings off to the side. They still had a lot of questions about what was going on, but their Mistress had told them not to ask, so they held their tongue.

“Sit down,” Magnolia grunted, her breathing getting even heavier, eyes transfixed on Lily’s body. One of her hands was pulling down her pantyhose, revealing her hard cock as it strained against her silk panties, and the other was pawing at her chest.

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” Lily said. They sat back down on the couch, increasingly weirded-out by Magnolia’s behavior.

They grew even more confused when Magnolia fell to her knees, nuzzling Lily’s thighs and planting kisses around their pussy.

“M-Miss…” Lily stammered quietly. They knew better than to disobey a direct order – Magnolia had done an excellent job training them to habitually obey, after all – but everything about this was so strange that they felt they had to say something. “Wh-What are you d-doing?”

“Mmm?” Magnolia looked up at Lily, scowling. “Is there something wrong with me pleasuring my wife?”

“No!” Lily gulped. “I-It’s, it’s just, um… w-we’re usually in, like… the opposite positions.”

“Well, today I want to do something different. Now are you going to stop talking, or will I have to punish you?”

“No, Mistress… I-I mean, uh, yes Mistress?” Lily winced. “I-I’ll just… shut up now…”

“Thank you, plaything,” Magnolia purred. As she started working on Lily’s pussy with her tongue, her other hands began groping her chest and stroking her cock. She knew that Lily had a point; this was highly unusual for her. But, in this moment, it simply felt right. Lily hasn’t had anything like this in ages, too. They’re always serving me, and it’s only natural I pay them back in kind every now and then. I’m just doing it for them, same with the lingerie… right…?

Lily whimpered and clenched their thighs around Magnolia’s head. “O-Oh, gosh, um… M-Mistress, please let me know if you n-need a break to breathe!”

“M‘m ffne!” Magnolia replied, her voice muffled.

“Alright…” Lily smiled and curled their toes, their eyes slipping shut as they let their worries fade away. Sure, this was a weird situation, but that didn’t mean it was unpleasant. Magnolia’s tongue was just as skilled between their legs as it was when it spit harsh insults at them, and the former was a far more pleasurable experience.

Soon enough, Lily came, squeezing their thighs even tighter and moaning louder than they had in weeks. “Oh, fuck–!” they squeaked, panting for breath. “Holy crap… holy crap, that was good…” They sighed happily and smiled at Magnolia. “Thank you… Mistress…”

“You’re welcome, plaything,” Magnolia replied. Hm, I still haven’t finished yet. But the night’s still young. And I have enough energy that I’m certain it won’t be the last time either of us cum tonight. She stood up and stretched, wincing in pain as her knees cried out. Oh, I am definitely not used to that. Curse my 30-something body, getting in the way of all the kinky sex I want to do…

“So, um… is there anything else you’d like to do, Mistress?” Lily asked.

“Naturally,” Magnolia grinned. She leaned down, chuckling at the way Lily’s eyes locked on to her breasts. “I believe you’ve been thinking far too much, plaything. And that simply won’t do, will it?”

Lily mewled and bit their lip. “N-No, Mistress, it won’t.”

“Then I think it’s time you dropped for me… my lovely, loyal Lily.”

“Yes… Mistressss…” Lily sighed, eyelids fluttering as they went limp and flopped into the couch.

Magnolia licked her lips. Now, what should I do next with my… my… Her eyes blinked, but she had a surprisingly hard time opening them again after they closed. She shook her head, trying in vain to stay awake as a wave of tiredness swept through them. What’s… Why am I so… sleepy…?

Her eyes closed, head drooping down to her chest as she sank helplessly into trance.

“Mistress? Do you want to call it a night?”

“Huh?” Magnolia stirred, blinking rapidly. She couldn’t remember falling asleep, but she felt as though she’d just taken a long nap.

She also couldn’t remember moving from the living room to her bedroom, nor taking off the rest of her clothes. And she definitely didn’t remember Lily changing their outfit.

Yet here they were, staring at them with a concerned look on their face and wearing a dark blue bunnysuit, with matching heels and fishnet stockings. They even had a bunny-ear headband to go along with it.

“Where did you get… that?” Magnolia asked, scratching her head.

“Well, you ordered one for me for– oh!” Lily staggered back, waving their arms to keep their balance. “Crap, I’m really bad at walking around in heels. U-Um, but yeah, you bought this for your birthday.”

“Oh, yeah,” Magnolia murmured, furrowing her brow. “But… didn’t I get a red one?”

“They sent us the wrong color at first, but after they sent the replacement they let us keep this one too.”

“So why aren’t you wearing the red one?”

“You… told me to wear this one,” Lily replied. “Remember?”

“I…” Magnolia rubbed her temple. I should remember that, right? We must’ve just had some sexy hypnosis play, but for some reason it’s all just… a blank… As she tried to remember what she and Lily just did, though, a sense of calm washed through her. I’m probably just tired. I’ve been so sleepy lately… She didn’t notice the pulse of arousal as she smiled and shook her head sheepishly. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry, plaything, I… yes, I think we should get some sleep.”

“Oh, yeah,” Lily yawned, rubbing their eyes. “I’m pretty beat, too.”

Magnolia wrapped her arms around Lily and kissed them on the forehead. “Did you have fun, though?”

“Yeah,” Lily smiled. “At least, I think so? I don’t remember much actually, but I know we must’ve had a good time. And I know that, if I don’t remember it, you probably gave me a bunch of triggers and stuff. So I can’t wait to see what those are!”

“Yeah,” Magnolia muttered, “me too.”

“Huh?”

“F-Forget it. Let’s just go to bed.”

Lily nodded, then took off their headband and heels. They started to crawl into bed before Magnolia stopped them.

“You’re not going to change?” she asked.

“I’m too tired to change. And this is actually pretty comfy, so…” Lily shrugged. “Besides, even if it gets ruined, it was only a spare, right?”

“That’s surprisingly smart,” Magnolia chuckled. “Coming from you, I mean. It’s about as complex as what a fifth grader could come up with, but by your standards, it’s downright genius.”

“Uh-huh,” Lily murmured, yawning. “G’night, Mistress.”

Magnolia turned out the light and crawled into bed next to Lily. “Good night, plaything.”

As she walked through the lobby towards the elevator, Magnolia could feel her cheeks burning. Her dark purple dress felt so right when she tried it on at the store, but now that she was in front of other people – her own employees, no less – she suddenly felt a crisis of self-confidence.

It wasn’t that she thought she looked bad. She knew she didn’t; that was the problem. Everywhere she went, she noticed people gawking at her, looking at her like… like…

A slut, Magnolia thought, gripping her briefcase so tightly she felt like her nails were going to cut into her palm. They think I’m a slut. God, why didn’t I realize it sooner? This dress is way too short, and with the V-neck down so low, there’s practically nowhere to look but my chest. I can’t even wear a bra with this thing! I should’ve known it was a bad idea as soon as I saw Lily drooling at me this morning… Though, to be fair, they often drool over me without any prompting.

She stepped into the elevator, already crammed with people, and tried to avoid looking anyone in the eye. What was I thinking? I never wear clothes like this. But when I was at the store, as soon as I saw it, I felt this… this… She furrowed her brow and shook her head. I don’t know. It was like I was overcome by this… need…

Once the elevator reached her floor, Magnolia walked briskly towards her office. Whatever. It’s too late to change it now. I just need to get through the day and then burn this dress to ashes. It was a stupid mistake, and–

“Oh! Mrs. Anderson!” Indigo said brightly, standing up as Magnolia approached her desk. “I love that dress!”

“Thanks,” Magnolia replied, smiling softly before she caught herself. “I-I mean, I… I don’t. Love the dress, I mean.” What the hell is wrong with me? First I go out looking like this, now I’m letting Indigo trip me up? Maybe I should take a vacation…

“Really?” Indigo pouted, taking Magnolia’s hand in her own and squeezing it gently. “But I just adore it! It makes you look so beautiful… don’t you like being beautiful, Mrs. Anderson?”

“I…” Magnolia’s eyes fluttered, a soft gasp escaping her lips. The briefcase clattered to the floor, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she felt was an overwhelming, yet comforting and strangely familiar, sense of drowsiness. “I… um…”

Indigo giggled, her voice echoing in Magnolia’s ears. “Oh, please, Mrs. Anderson,” she cooed, leading her hypnotized boss inside the office, “don’t stress yourself out so much. You just leave all the big, tough questions to me. You do so much, after all. You don’t need to worry that pretty little head about anything challenging.”

“Wh-Wha…” Magnolia staggered, feeling a tug in the back of her mind, a quiet voice trying to tell her something. “My… p-pretty little…?”

“Yes, Mrs. Anderson,” Indigo soothed, rubbing the back of Magnolia’s hand with her thumb. “You’re so very pretty. You look like a… well, not a million bucks, that would be a little low for you, right?” She chuckled to herself and caressed Magnolia’s cheek. “And a pretty woman like you, one with so much wealth and so much power, she doesn’t need to concern herself with anything, does she? Not when she has such a great secretary helping her.”

“Helping me…” Magnolia hummed softly, a dazed smile forming on her lips. “Thank you, Indigo… you’re so good to… me…”

Indigo grinned. “It’s the least I could do, Mrs. Anderson.” She sat Magnolia down in her chair and turned on her computer. “And today’s a very special day. Do you know why, Mrs. Anderson?”

“Um…” Magnolia slowly shook her head no.

“That’s okay,” Indigo reassured her. “You’re so busy, you have so many things going on in that pretty little head, it’s only natural for you to forget sometimes.” She plugged a flash drive into Magnolia’s computer. “Today is the day you undergo your employee training.”

“My… training? But… I’m the boss…?”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson,” Indigo tutted. “Just because you’re the boss doesn’t mean you can skip your training. It’s actually very simple. All you need to do is watch this video until I tell you to stop.” She placed a pair of headphones on Magnolia’s head and smiled warmly. “Can you do that, Mrs. Anderson?”

Just watch… simple… Magnolia nodded her head.

“Great!” Indigo moused over to the flash drive and opened up a file called “maggie_spiral_training_finalfinalV2(1).mp4.”

A moment later, a pair of spirals appeared on Magnolia’s two monitors, and a low hum emitted from the headphones. Magnolia gasped, her mouth hanging open as the spirals reflected off her glasses and her dull, glassy eyes. “What… is this…?”

“This is your training, ‘Mrs. Anderson,’” Indigo sneered. “It’ll teach you a lot of things. Like, how to stop being such a willful, annoying little bitch?”

“Spirals…” The gears slowly started to turn in Magnolia’s sleepy, hypnotized mind. “Are you… trying to… brainwash me?”

Indigo froze. Then, a moment later, she chortled and doubled over in laughter. “M-Maggie,” she giggled, wiping tears from her eyes, “I’ve been brainwashing you. Did you think the lost time, the drowsy spells, the outfit changes were all your idea?”

“You’ve…” Magnolia stirred, blinking rapidly. “I-I can… I… I’ll fight this…”

“Maggie, Maggie,” Indigo sighed, shaking her head. “You’ve already lost. This isn’t even the first time you’ve realized what I’ve been doing to you.”

Magnolia tried to look Indigo in the eye, but felt her gaze pulled in by the spirals. “It’s… not?”

“Nope! You’ve already figured it out at least a few times. And you know what happens when you do?”

“I… I-I… win?”

“No, Maggie. You lose.” Indigo grabbed Magnolia’s hand. “I take control, I melt your pathetic brain into mush, and you forget all about it so I can do it all again tomorrow.”

“No…” Magnolia whined, even as she felt a pulse of pleasure wash through her.

“Oh, yes. So you see, Maggie, it’s pointless to resist. You can’t win. So, why even try?”

“B-Because… because… uh…” Magnolia realized she’d just spent the last two minutes staring blankly at the spirals and closed her mouth. “…Because?”

“God, look at you,” Indigo smirked. “The great and powerful Magnolia, brought down to this. You can’t even think at all anymore. All I have to do is snap my fingers and order you around, and you’ll helplessly obey.”

“I’m not… done… yet…” Magnolia gritted her teeth, finally managing to tear her eyes away from the spiral and glare at Indigo. “You haven’t beaten–”

Snap! “Look at the screens,” Indigo said sternly.

Magnolia’s eyes focused on the glowing, glittering spirals.

Snap! “Present your tits.”

Magnolia pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts.

Snap! “Touch yourself.”

Magnolia’s hands grabbed her breasts and started massaging them in a slow, circular pattern.

“And, just for good measure…” Indigo leaned down and held her hand right in front of Magnolia’s face. Snap! “Drop for me.”

“Ohhhh…” Magnolia moaned. Her eyelids lidded, head lolling to the side as all tension left her body. The only life in the brainwashed woman was her slowly-moving hands, and her eyes as they soaked in the dazzling patterns on the screen.

“Atta girl.” Indigo patted Magnolia on the head and walked away, closing the door behind her as her boss’s brains leaked out of her ears.

Magnolia woke up in the passenger seat of an unfamiliar car. She opened her eyes wide, cold fear jolting her to full awareness as she tried to figure out where she was.

The car was parked outside of a lavish mansion. It seemed very much like the one she owned, but she didn’t recognize it at all. Magnolia turned her head to the left and gasped. “Indigo? What did you do to–?”

“Evening, sleepyhead,” Indigo smiled, reaching over and holding her boss’s hand. “How was your nap?”

“Nap…” Magnolia blinked slowly, her face going slack for a moment, before she pulled herself back from the void of trance. “Where are we? Why did you bring me here?”

“Mrs. Anderson!” Indigo gasped. “Ma’am, do you not remember? I invited you to have dinner with me. I gave you a ride?”

“I don’t remember that,” Magnolia replied. “Why would I even do that? Why would I go to your house?”

“Because…” Indigo pursed her lips. “Well. I don’t think it matters why.”

She grabbed Magnolia’s hand again, and started twirling her finger with her other hand in front of her boss’s face. “You remember agreeing to come over tonight,” she said softly. “You wanted me to treat you. You want to get to know me better.”

Magnolia groaned, struggling weakly against the tide. But Indigo’s hands were already weaving their spell over the woman’s mind; one coaxing her gently with the same trigger that had dropped her countless times before, the other swirling and conjuring the memory of the spiral that had hypnotized her earlier that day. Her defenses, already weakened after weeks of conditioning, crumbled in seconds. “Yesssss,” she drooled.

“Good!” Indigo put her hands down and opened her car door. “C’mon in, Mrs. Anderson!”

“Zuh?” Magnolia blinked, shaking her head. “Y-Yes.”

She stepped out of the car and got a better look at the mansion – Indigo’s mansion, apparently. It was surprisingly restrained, given her secretary’s usually gaudy tastes, but it was also clearly quite expensive. “This is a rather nice place, all things considered.”

“Aw, you think so?” Indigo beamed. “Thank you!”

“But…” Magnolia furrowed her brow. “I seem to remember, when I hired you, that you claimed you had poured all your money into your business. Something about how you couldn’t even afford a studio apartment in this town…”

“Ah.” Indigo shrugged. “Well, okay. I might’ve exaggerated a little bit. But you can’t blame me, right? Everyone lies during their job interview. Besides, I did need money to maintain this place. If I went completely broke, I would’ve had to sell it off.”

“I suppose that’s… fair.” Magnolia furrowed her brow. She briefly wondered what else Indigo might have been keeping from her, but then she remembered how much she trusted her secretary. She smiled, letting the worry fade from her mind like it had never even been there.

As Magnolia stepped over the threshold, two women came up to Indigo and embraced her. One was a redhead, the other raven-haired, but they both acted and dressed identically. Both were giggly, both had wide, guileless smiles, and both wore nothing aside from frilly aprons that covered practically nothing.

“Welcome home, Miss Indigo!” they both cooed. “How was work?”

“Oh, you know how it is,” Indigo sighed. “Paperwork, planning, mind-numbing. But, enough about that. Why don’t you introduce yourselves to our guest?”

The two women gasped and turned to Magnolia. They quickly stood next to each other, standing straight and pushing their chests out, giving Magnolia an eyeful of their deep cleavage.

“Hi-hi!” the redheaded woman beamed. “I’m Nikki!”

“And I’m Jessi!” said the black-haired woman. “We’re Miss Indigo’s wives!”

Magnolia raised an eyebrow. “Uh… hello.” As she got a better look at the strange women before her, she realized they were wearing something else besides the aprons. Specifically, each of them had a pair of fake cat ears and a tail, which matched their hair colors. “Indigo, I didn’t know you were the ‘sister-wives’ type.”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson,” Indigo laughed, “we’re not officially married. Not in a legal sense, at least. It’s just that, well, we’re so close that we’re basically married. You don’t have an issue with polyamory, do you?”

“U-Um, no. No, of course not,” Magnolia stammered. As she adjusted her glasses, she took a second glance at Jessi and felt something stir within her. “Uh, excuse me, but… have we met be– oh!” She looked down and noticed Indigo holding her hand. There was a brief moment of confusion before the trigger took hold and she sagged into Indigo’s arms, sinking rapidly into trance.

“Jessi, Nikki,” Indigo said, “this is Maggie. My ‘boss.’”

The two catgirls giggled, stepping closer and holding Magnolia tightly. “The one you’ve been training, Miss Indigo?” Nikki asked.

“The very same,” Indigo replied. “But don’t make too big a fuss about that. She’s still a little delicate. We’re just here to show her a good time, and especially what a good time you two are having.”

“Ahhhh,” Jessi giggled. “Gotcha, gotcha! Don’t worry about a thing, Mistress! We’ll be sure to take good care of her!”

“Mhm!” Nikki chimed in. “We gotta make a good impression on her! Wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of your boss, right?”

“Definitely not,” Indigo grinned. She reached out and grabbed Nikki’s ass firmly.

The redhead gasped. “I’m your good wife, Mistress,” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering as the trigger took hold.

“Bring Maggie to the dining room, Nikki,” Indigo ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” Nikki said softly, drifting into a waking trance. She took Magnolia’s hand and pulled her in close, wrapping her arm around her waist and leading her along.

Magnolia had a split second of lucidity before her face was pressed into Nikki’s neck. She instinctively breathed in and inhaled the woman’s perfume. She recognized it as the same kind Indigo wears, and in her confused state of mind, that association was enough to keep her pacified and hazy.

Before she realized it, Magnolia was sitting down at Indigo’s dinner table. She looked up at the large, obnoxious chandelier hanging from the high ceiling and frowned. Even though Indigo had straightened up her style at the office, her living space was still unmistakably gaudy.

“So, Mrs. Anderson,” Jessi asked, sitting down next to her. “How has our Miss Indigo been treating you?”

“Hm? Oh, uh, yes.” Magnolia cleared her throat. “She’s been wonderful. I’m very impressed with her. She’s really helped me stay organized and focused.”

“That’s right,” Indigo smiled, pouring Magnolia a glass of red wine. “I make sure you’re nice and focused for me, Mrs. Anderson.”

Magnolia scowled. “Excuse you. I don’t drink, Indigo.”

“Well, we know that’s not true. I get you coffee every day, right?”

“You know what I mean. I don’t drink alcohol.”

“Oh, yeah?” Indigo poured her own glass and swirled the wine around in it. “Well, it’s just one glass, right? That’s not too much.”

“That’s not really the point–” Magnolia tried to interject.

“Oh, please don’t be mad!” Jessi cooed, hugging Magnolia tightly. “I don’t want Miss Indigo to get in trouble!”

“I’m not… mad…” Magnolia blinked slowly. There was more of that perfume again. Was it stronger this time?

“Please, Mrs. Anderson.” Indigo slid the glass closer to Magnolia. “Accept my hospitality. You wanted me to treat you, didn’t you?”

Magnolia nodded loosely. She picked up the glass and studied it. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a drink. She gave them up when she set about on her path towards becoming what she is now. She had been worried, back then, about her image and professionalism. She didn’t want to risk embarrassing herself in front of her peers.

But Indigo wasn’t her peer anymore. She was her employee, and they were in a private space. There wasn’t anything to be worried about. She trusted Indigo completely. Besides, it was just one glass of wine.

She held the glass to her lips and took a slow, cautious sip. It was sweet, rich, with a taste that seemed to coat her mouth and linger after she swallowed.

“It’s good, right?” Indigo smiled.

“Yes,” Magnolia replied, feeling herself smile in return.

Indigo chuckled and sat down across from her. “I know you didn’t always approve of my tastes when we were rivals, but I always took my wine seriously.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say this is incompatible with your usual tastes. It’s certainly decadent.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with a little decadence every now and then. Is there?”

“When taken in moderation. And when you can afford it…” Magnolia took a closer look around the space. “This is a rather nice place. Are you sure your salary is enough to–?”

“Dinner’s here!” Nikki announced, sliding a platter in front of Magnolia. Before her sat a thick, marbled steak, medium-rare, still steaming.

She licked her lips, suddenly feeling her mouth water. She forgot what she was talking about and carved herself a piece, a little too big, and brought it to her lips. It was delicious, the flavor and texture perfectly complimenting the residual aftertaste of wine in her mouth. She chased it down with another sip, and the profiles mingled into something truly exquisite. Indigo was right. She did have good taste for these things.

“Look at you!” Indigo giggled. “You act like you haven’t eaten all day, Mrs. Anderson.”

Magnolia looked up. “Oh. Well. It’s just… it’s excellent, is all. My compliments to the chef.”

“Aw, thank you!” Nikki giggled.

“I-I helped too!” Jessi chimed in.

“Girls, girls,” Indigo said, “it’s not a competition. You both did a wonderful job. But do be careful, Mrs. Anderson. We wouldn’t want you to overindulge yourself.”

Magnolia chuckled. “I appreciate the concern, Indigo. But I can pace myself.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can. It’s just that, well… when you’re eating a meal this decadent, it can be hard to stop. And that wine is a lot stronger than it looks. Even I get a little tipsy after a couple glasses.”

“Hm.” Magnolia took another sip of wine. “I think I can manage.”

“Are you sure?” Nikki asked, leaning over Magnolia’s shoulder, her breasts hanging right next to her guest’s face. “You said you don’t drink, right? So your, like, tolerance must be kinda low.”

“I-It’s not…” Magnolia sighed and closed her eyes. She smelled something nice. Her head lolled to the side, leaning against Nikki’s body.

“Oh, dear.” Indigo stared at Magnolia, a wry, devious grin on her face. “Don’t tell me my boss is already getting buzzed?”

“Noooo,” Magnolia whined. She bit down hard on her lip. She had to clear her mind. She had to focus. She was embarrassing herself.

“I think you are, Mrs. Anderson.” Indigo swirled her glass again, drawing her boss’s eye. “Your head’s swimming. Round and round and round.”

“And… round.” The older woman noticed her head was following the motion of Indigo’s wine glass. “I-I…”

“Nikki, dear?” Indigo smiled. “Get our friend a refill. She’s dry.”

“Yes, Miss Indigo.” Nikki poured more wine into Magnolia’s glass.

“Indigo,” Magnolia said sternly. “I’ve had enough. I just want to finish my meal and–”

Indigo snapped her fingers sharply. “Drink.”

Magnolia brought the glass to her lips and downed the entire glass in one big gulp. She shuddered and gasped for air, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and wild. “What? Wh-Why did I…?”

“Ah, I understand now.” Indigo mocked a sympathetic smile. “You stopped drinking because you couldn’t control yourself. Once you get a drop, you just can’t stop.”

“No, that’s not–”

“Oh, that’s like, totally it!” Jessi giggled. “Maggie was such a party girl back in college! She was always coming home blackout drunk with some pretty girl on her arm.”

“I-I didn’t…” Magnolia furrowed her brow. “College… Jessica…?”

Jess pulled Magnolia’s face into her chest. “Whoops! Silly me, forgot I wasn’t supposed to talk about that! Good thing Mistress’s perfume gets you all fuzzy and dumb, huh?”

Magnolia made a small gurgle as her mind short-circuited, overloaded by alcohol and perfume and conditioning.

Indigo sighed. “I told you she was delicate.”

“But you used her trigger thingy!” Jessi pouted. “You almost blew it too!”

“Hm. Agree to disagree.” Indigo stood up and stepped closer, picking up Magnolia’s wine glass and pouring it on Jessi’s chest. “Bottoms up, Maggie.”

Her boss mewled and lapped up the dark liquid as it dribbled down towards her. She didn’t notice the cackles of glee from Indigo, nor the flash of her cell phone as she took a photo to commemorate the occasion.

“Such a silly little slut you are,” Indigo giggled, patting Magnolia on the head. “And just think. You’ll get so much worse. But right now, I think I oughta get you home.”

She grinned. “And maybe you should have a word with that wife of yours…”

Lily smiled as they heard the door unlock. “Mistress! You’re home!”

Magnolia stumbled inside on unsteady legs. “Heeeeey… sorry for being late, I had a… a thing I had’ta go to…”

As Lily rolled off the couch, they noticed something very off about their owner. “Uh, M-Mistress? Why’re your clothes all–?”

Before they could speak another word, Magnolia lunged forward and kissed them roughly. Her weight sent them both tumbling back onto the couch, Magnolia pinning her plaything down as she greedily made out with them.

“Mistress!” Lily gasped. “Have you been drinking?”

“Just a liiiiiiittle bit of wine,” Magnolia giggled. “I’m still, um, awake.”

“Uh… s-sure…” Lily heard another set of footsteps circling the couch. “Wait, who’s that?”

“Mmm, stop talking, plaything.” Magnolia grinding on Lily’s thigh. “I need you. Reeeeeal bad.”

“H-Hold on, um–!”

Magnolia picked them up and pushed them face-down into the cushions before roughly pulling down their pants. A moment later, she was inside them, thrusting her hips like a wild animal in heat.

“Fuck!” Lily squeaked. They couldn’t remember the last time Magnolia was so rough with them. It seemed so out of character; their Mistress was always so reserved and in control. Unless she was mad at them, of course.

And while they didn’t mind being used like this, but it was all so strange that they couldn’t get into it. Why was Magnolia drunk? Where had she been?

“Oh, that’s just beautiful.”

Lily’s head shot up. They opened their eyes wide, looking up at someone who absolutely should not have been there. “I-Indigo?!”

“Aw, you remember me!” Indigo smiled. “How touching. Maggie, drop them.”

Magnolia moaned. “Yes, Miss Indigo…”

“What the…?” Lily gasped. “M-Mistress, wait–!”

“Sleep now,” Magnolia purred. “My lovely, loyal Lily.”

“No,” Lily whimpered in their last moment of lucidity before they fell helplessly into trance. Their face went slack, their drool staining the upholstery as they fully became the mindless sex toy Magnolia wanted.

Or, more accurately, Indigo wanted. “That’s right, cutie,” she said, grabbing a fistful of their hair and tugging their head up. “Your ‘Mistress’ has gone through a few more changes than you realized.”

She pulled out her phone and posed for a selfie. “Double peace signs, Lily. And a biiiiig smile.”

Lily’s lips curled into a dopey, blissed-out grin as their hands flashed the symbol.

“Great!” Indigo cackled, admiring the picture she took. “God, you look so fucking hot like that. I think I’m gonna keep you like that, once we have you two move in.”

She leaned in and spoke into Lily’s ear. Their entranced mind soaked up her words like a sponge, laying out a path for the final step in Indigo’s plan.

And all the while, the one woman who could stop it was rutting into their cunt like a mindless beast.

Over the next few weeks, Magnolia settled into her new routine at her office. She arrived at the same time she always had, and carried herself with her trademark confidence and authority as she strode through the lobby. She’d stopped being able to recognize how slutty and unprofessional she was dressing, but she still turned heads everywhere she went.

But her confidence didn’t even last for the entire elevator ride. The closer she got to her floor, the more she started drifting into a waking trance. By the time the doors opened to the top floor, Magnolia would invariably be staring ahead with empty eyes and a steady dribble of drool from her lips.

And, as always, her faithful secretary was there to escort her to her office. Indigo would hold Magnolia’s hand, guiding her gently, whispering into the hypnotized woman’s ear while not-so-subtly groping her breasts and rear. Magnolia would only shudder and smile, programmed to thank her subordinate for treating her like a whore.

Then Magnolia would be sat down behind her desk, and her work day would begin. Indigo always planned out a busy itinerary of brainwashing for her boss, combining spirals and porn and subliminals into a potent cocktail that was steadily wiping away the woman that hired her. She’d turned the cracks in Magnolia’s armor into wide chasms, scooping out her intellect and common sense and dominance and leaving behind a vacant, empty-headed thing that would do whatever her secretary asked.

And even though Indigo liked to tell herself she had enough self-control to let the process play out, there were times that her lust got the better of her. Sometimes Magnolia would wake from her day of brainwashing not sitting in her chair, but kneeling under her desk with Indigo’s dried cum on her face. But by now, even something that obviously wrong didn’t break the spell. Magnolia’s mind was endlessly pliable, taking the discrepancy in stride and quietly hiding it from her conscious awareness.

As much as Indigo was enjoying her new job, however, she knew it was just a means to an end. Eventually, the time would come to take the final step and claim Magnolia’s life for her own.

That time came one late evening, when Magnolia arrived home to find her secretary waiting for her.

“…I-Indigo?” she sputtered, bewildered. “How did you…?”

“Your wife let me in,” Indigo smiled. “They were just fetching me a drink… oh, there they are!”

Magnolia saw Lily approach, carrying a martini and wearing that same dark blue bunnysuit. They didn’t acknowledge their Mistress at all; in fact, they looked like they were already hypnotized, moving stiffly and staring ahead with a blank expression.

“Lily?” Magnolia called out. “Plaything, wh-what’s going on?”

“I’m afraid you won’t get much out of them right now,” Indigo said, taking the glass from Lily’s hand as they knelt at her feet. “You’ve really done an excellent job, by the way. It takes a lot of skill to craft a mind as pliable as theirs. Trust me, I’d know.”

“What?” Magnolia was baffled. None of this made any sense at all. It felt like some bad dream.

Indigo’s lips curled into an even wider, smugger grin. “Oh, this is just perfect. You still haven’t figured it out, have you?”

Magnolia scowled. “No, Indigo. I haven’t figured out why my wife would let you in, why you hypnotized them, why they let you hypnotize them, or why you’re acting like you own this place. This is my home. And if you don’t leave right this second, I’ll–”

Indigo snapped her fingers. “You’ll stand still and be quiet now, Maggie.”

The CEO felt her words die in her throat. She realized, to her horror, that her body was refusing to speak or move. It was like she was merely a passenger in her own body, a puppet on Indigo’s strings. There was only one answer for what was happening to her.

Magnolia had been hypnotized. And as her mind raced and remembered her unusual behavior over these past few months, she realized she’d been hypnotized a lot.

“That’s better,” Indigo chuckled. “Pretty things like you were only meant to be seen. Not heard.” She placed her glass on top of Lily’s head and stood up. “I’m sure by now, that sharp mind of yours has already figured out what I’ve been up to. Then again, I’ve been dulling it quite a bit. Maybe I need to spell it out for you.”

She reached out and caressed Magnolia’s chin. “There’s going to be some changes at your company. I’ve been talking with the board while you’ve been, let’s say, ‘indisposed.’ They agree with me that it’s time for a new perspective. New voices. New leadership.” Indigo’s hand crept down, past her captive boss’s neck, towards her collarbone. “And they think I’m the perfect gal for the job.”

Magnolia grunted. She tried with all her might to resist the spell she was trapped in. She knew Indigo was just toying with her, gloating about what she’d done before she finally sprung the trap and claimed her prize. But she also knew Indigo was arrogant. Sloppy. This was an opportunity to turn the tables and save herself before it was too late.

But her body just wouldn’t respond. Indigo had gotten her hooks in deep, and Magnolia hadn’t the first clue how to get them out. Even now, her body was responding to the conditioning she’d been subjected to. When Indigo’s fingers brushed against her chest through the cheap, slutty dress she was wearing, she let out an embarrassing, pornographic moan.

“See what I mean?” Indigo tittered. “You’re not fit to run a lemonade stand anymore, let alone a major company. I’ve seen it before. You get a good secretary, and before long your brain just totally atrophies. Nikki and Jessi were the same way.”

Jessica… Magnolia knew she’d seen that woman before. Indigo had brainwashed her old college friend and turned her into a vapid slut. And she was doing the same to her.

And she couldn’t stop it.

Magnolia’s thoughts were distracted by the sound of broken glass. She looked over Indigo’s shoulder to see Lily on all fours, panting, Indigo’s martini shattered on the floor.

“Oh, for god’s sakes…” Indigo huffed and stepped over to Lily, arms crossed in annoyance. “This is the best slave you could make, Maggie? Stupid thing can’t even kneel for a few minutes without getting tired.”

“Not… stupid…” Lily muttered. Magnolia thought their voice sounded strange. It was hoarse, and deeper than usual.

“What was that?” Indigo scowled. “Are you back-talking me, Lily?”

They looked up at her, a wild grin on their face. “Yep.”

“You little–!” Indigo swung her hand towards Lily’s face, but they caught it easily and delivered a straight punch to her gut. Indigo staggered back, doubling over and coughing. “W-Wait… wait a sec, Lily…”

“You keep calling me Lily.” They grabbed Indigo by the collar and held her up, suspending her in the air with just one arm. “You really shouldn’t.”

Magnolia’s eyes widened. Kassandra!

Lily’s protective alter reached her hand back, preparing another punch. “Now, are you gonna be reasonable,” Kassandra growled, “or am I gonna have to knock some teeth out?”

“I-I can be reasonable!” Indigo squealed. “I’ll give you anything you want! I’ll skip town, y-you’ll never see me again!”

“Not good enough. You need to undo this mess you’ve created.”

“You mean…?”

Kassandra looked at Magnolia, eyes burning with rage. “You have to fix her.”

It was a long night. Kassandra kept a close eye on Indigo as she deprogrammed Magnolia, wiping away all of the conditioning and post-hypnotic suggestions she’d built up. The second Indigo started to step out of line, Kassandra was right there to twist her arm and get her back to work.

Six hours later, Indigo was finished. Magnolia opened her eyes and felt like she was finally thinking clearly for the first time in ages. She looked and Indigo and saw her for what she really was. Not a secretary, not somebody she trusted or relied on. Just a parasite. A malevolent entity that sought only to take and destroy.

And Magnolia was furious. She punched Indigo square in the jaw and growled. “You bitch.”

Indigo spat blood on the floor and chuckled. “Very eloquent, Maggie. Not a bad punch either. ‘Course, your little pet can hit a lot–”

“That’s enough out of you,” Kassandra said as she grabbed Indigo in a chokehold. A few moments later, the uninvited guest was out cold.

She and Magnolia tied her to a chair and gagged her before leaving her in the hall closet. “Thank you,” Magnolia sighed. “God, that was… close.”

“Yeah.” Kassandra tugged on the bunnysuit she was still wearing and scowled. “God, this is so gross. I’m gonna get changed. You should too.”

“Later.” Magnolia pulled her phone out of her purse and swiped through her contacts. “I’m going to have to call for a board meeting, get them all back in my corner. Then I need to figure out what sort of mess Indigo’s left behind in my schedule, in my files…”

“Magnolia, it’s past midnight. Nobody’s even going to be up. Waking them in the middle of the night would only piss them off. Besides, you probably need to sleep after all that stuff.”

“Trust me, Kassandra, I’m very awake right now. And that’s a good thing. There’s so much work to do…”

Kassandra sighed. “Magnolia, c’mon. Listen to me.”

“Be quiet, Kassandra,” the CEO said. “I’m busy with–”

“Listen!” Kassandra snapped.

Magnolia gasped. She stood up straight and looked at Kassandra expectantly. “Yes, miss?”

Kassandra froze. Magnolia did too, after a moment passed and she realized what she’d just said. Neither of them spoke for several moments.

“…Just go take a shower or something,” Kassandra finally muttered. “Please.”

“Okay,” Magnolia said quietly. She hurried to her bathroom and shut the door before Kassandra could see her cry. She was mortified enough by what she’d just done, how she’d slipped so easily into a submissive mindset with just the slightest prodding. Even after Indigo had removed all the commands from her head, some of that conditioning was still deep inside her. It would take ages to get everything out.

But it was even worse than that. Because that embarrassing slip was the good outcome. If Kassandra hadn’t woken up, Magnolia would be well on her way to being another one of Indigo’s brainwashed slavewives. She would lose everything she had spent a lifetime building. Her company. Her home. Her Lily. All because she’d had a lapse in judgement and let her greatest rival into her life.

She turned on the shower and let the water wash away her tears. She needed to keep herself from drowning in these feelings. She was stronger than that. Wasn’t she? She thought she was. Or was supposed to be. But she wasn’t strong enough to save herself. She wasn’t smart enough to see through the lies Indigo had put in her head. And what was she, if she couldn’t take care of herself?

By the time she stepped out, her fingers had started to prune. She couldn’t keep her head straight. All of her thoughts just kept circling around, an endless spiral of self-loathing and doubt. At least she’d stopped crying.

Magnolia put on her robe and stepped back into her bedroom. It was empty. Her heart skipped a beat. “Lily?” she called out, fearful that Indigo might’ve woken up and done something to them.

“Still me, Magnolia.” Kassandra poked her head in. She’d traded the bunnysuit for an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Oh. Hi, Kassandra.” Magnolia shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “Um, is Lily… I-I mean, can you, um, sense them?”

“Yeah, they’re here.” Kassandra sighed. “But they’re really messed up. I don’t know what you and Indigo did to them, but I’ve never seen them this scrambled.”

“I didn’t…” Magnolia pursed her lips. “Indigo made me. Understand? It wasn’t…”

“I know.” Kassandra scratched her head. “Uh, listen, I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring them back out right now. I mean, for all we know, Indigo could’ve laid another trap for you in their head. And I don’t think you can deal with all that deprogramming stuff right now.”

“I… yes, you’re probably right.” Magnolia sat on the edge of the bed and placed her glasses on her nightstand. “Were you just going to sleep on the sofa, then?”

“Planning to, yeah.”

“…Could you sleep in here instead?”

Kassandra inhaled sharply. “Magnolia, look. I know you’re going through a lot right now. But I am royally pissed at you for all of this. You put Lily in danger, and I really do not want to be around you any more than I have to.”

“I know. And you’re right to be upset.” Magnolia shuddered, breathing shakily. “I just… I need someone to hold me. To know I’m safe. To know I’m… here.”

“You know I’m not Lily, right? It won’t be the same.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

Kassandra stared at Magnolia. “God. You really are going through it, huh?”

“That obvious, huh?” Magnolia smiled sadly.

“You’ve got a good poker face, I’ll admit. But I’ve never seen you so… subdued before.” Kassandra took a deep breath and sighed. “I’m gonna regret this… fine. I’ll sleep in here with you.”

“Thank you.”

Magnolia started to take off her robe, but Kassandra turned her back and cleared her throat. “Sorry, but if you want me to share the bed with you, you’re gonna have to put some clothes on.”

“Oh, r-right.” Magnolia had forgotten that Kassandra was sex-repulsed. She was so used to sleeping naked with Lily that it had completely slipped her mind. She hastily threw on an old shirt and gym shorts and crawled back into bed.

Kassandra laid down next to her, holding her from behind. She fell asleep after about half an hour.

Magnolia didn’t sleep at all.