September 20th

Weiss smiled and bobbed her head to the music as she walked through the mall. Terry and Tom had put out a new Jeweliet album a couple weeks ago, but she’d been so busy lately with Honkers and her online work that she didn’t have time to listen to it until now.

And she was in love.

She’d only ever heard them live before, but the extra polish and cleaner sound of the studio made a big difference. The music had a groove to it that was just infectious. Weiss always preferred a hard rock sound, but she couldn’t deny how catchy and fun the music was.

But none of that mattered nearly as much as Terry’s voice. He sounded so good, and having it going straight into her ears made her feel all tingly inside. She figured that, even if she wasn’t brainwashed into being in love with him, she probably still would’ve gotten a little turned on by the sound of it.

Though the brainwashing helped.

By the time she sauntered into the used DVD store, she was on her third listen, and her head-bobbing had progressed into full-on swaying. She couldn’t help it; the music was just too funky!

Every time she re-listened to a track, she seemed to pick up some new element. The mix and production were surprisingly complex, yet it never drowned out the core groove. Or Terry’s wonderful voice. It almost seemed to resonate even more this time, a subtle vibration in her chest that–

“Ma’am!” one of the employees said loudly. “Can you please keep it down?”

Weiss yelped and paused the music. She looked around the store and realized everyone was staring at her. “…I was… singing out loud, wasn’t I?”

“Yeah,” the employee replied, exasperated.

Her cheeks turned beet red. “S-Sorry,” she murmured. She took out her earbuds and shoved them in her pocket, just to be sure she wouldn’t be tempted again.

Weiss listened to the album two more times when she got home. By the end of it, she was convinced it was one of her favorite albums ever. It very likely could’ve been her favorite period, but she had to account for recency bias. She had some standards.

More importantly, though, it reminded Weiss of how much she loved Terry. He was such a wonderful man – kind, sexy, powerful… and a great singer? She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have him.

She finally turned it off once she’d had her fifth listen of the day. She cracked her knuckles and got to her laptop, logging in and getting ready to add it to her list of favorite albums.

But then she noticed the date.

Terry’s birthday was just a week away.

Weiss gasped. How could she have forgotten? She didn’t even have a gift ready for him yet!

She closed out of the tab and opened another one. She started typing down notes on what she should do.

She had to give Terry the best damn birthday she could.

She had to prove to him, and to everyone else…

That she was his best slavegirl.

September 21st

Weiss racked her brain trying to come up with a gift to give Terry. She hadn’t quite thought about it before, but he was surprisingly difficult to shop for. Or perhaps she just didn’t have much experience shopping for people who were as rich as Terry.

When she shopped for gifts for Patti, or Val, or Yun, none of them were exactly loaded. Everyone had something they wanted, but couldn’t afford, or were saving up for. And because of that, there was always something she knew she could buy for them.

But Terry wasn’t like that at all.

If he wanted something, he could just buy it without ever thinking about how much it cost. He had everything he could possibly desire.

So Weiss tried to look elsewhere. What would Terry appreciate, but not think to buy for himself? But she came up short on that, too. She could get him a DVD, or a vinyl record, or a book… but anyone could get him that. It wasn’t special.

And she needed something truly special to prove herself.

So she paced around her room, trying to think of something. Concert tickets? No, he could just buy those. Maybe a bigger vacation package? But he always preferred to do all that planning himself. Throw him a big party? Same issue; either he was working on that, or he’d appointed someone else to figure it out – probably Jess, if she had to guess.

She could make something. A handmade gift, from the heart. That would be sweet, but she wasn’t particularly confident in her craft skills, and she didn’t have much time to make it. She put a pin in the idea. She could also hypnotize a new girl to join the harem, but… well, “new brainwashed girls” kinda fell into the same issue that more physical goods did. If he wanted someone, he could get them himself.

But then she thought of something.

If Terry loved anything more than his girls, it was Sleepy Valley. He was always reinvesting in it and trying to support charity organizations in the town.

So if she went out into town, maybe she could find something there. And if nothing else, she could maybe bump into one of his other girls to see what they were doing. If she wanted to do something really special, she’d probably need someone else’s help anyway.

Still, even if she got help, she could still prove she was his best slavegirl.

She started getting dressed, but noticed her reflection in the mirror. She was naked – not unusual for girls in Terry’s home – but something about the lighting or her mood or the moment made her pause.

She looked good.

She looked hot.

Weiss remembered exactly why Master had chosen her. Why he made her a slavegirl. He’d trained her mind to obey, and made her train her body to better please him. To keep herself fit and sexy.

He sculpted her into this.

She was his masterpiece.

And she was kneeling on her floor, drooling on herself.

Weiss whimpered. Master’s brainwashing was so deep inside her. It took practically nothing to bring her from a functional human being to a mindless, obsessed slavegirl. She wanted to relish that fact. Sink into her programming.

But she was losing daylight.

She threw on a more casual outfit – cropped white tank top, black hot pants. She had her leather jacket, but couldn’t find her aviator shades. She grabbed a pair that Patti had left behind, with rounder lenses.

She slipped on her boots and started heading to the garage. As she walked past the living room, she noticed Terry sitting with a trio of girls. They looked to be in their early 20s, cute, dressed maybe a little plain.

Weiss didn’t recognize them. She didn’t think they were his slaves at first…

Until she realized they were all flashing their tits at him.

Terry was smiling, groping one of them while petting another. If they were slaves, they looked to be in the honeymoon period, totally lovestruck and giggling like schoolgirls. She couldn’t quite make out what Terry was saying, but she figured he was probably putting them in a trance or something.

Weiss shrugged. Maybe these were new girls he was adding to the harem, or maybe they were slaves he already had but who didn’t live here. He had a lot of girls under his control; it only made sense that she wouldn’t recognize all of them. If anything, it only proved her instincts were correct. Terry wouldn’t be impressed with new slaves when he could just claim them on his own.

And if he was occupied, that meant he wouldn’t notice her being gone for a while. She moved on to the garage. She had parked her motorcycle next to the car Terry bought her; she thought the bike might be quicker, but if she did end up buying something, she’d rather put it in the trunk than have to carry it back.

But as she entered the garage, she realized very quickly she was not alone.

She could hear someone working away at a car, along with what sounded like… Irish folk music? Curious, Weiss approached the source of the noise and found Francesca hunched over one of Terry’s engines.

The redhead noticed Weiss and smiled. “Oh, hey!”

“Hey yourself,” Weiss smirked. “I, uh, I like the music.”

“Thanks! I find it very relaxing. Helps me focus on what I’m doing, reminds me of home, and…” Francesca shrugged. “I dunno. I just like it.”

“Yeah,” Weiss nodded, noticing how the motion made the other girl’s heaving chest bounce. “So, what’re you working on? Terry got car trouble again?”

“Oh, not exactly. Actually…” Francesca looked around and whispered to Weiss. “I’m working on a birthday present for him.”

Weiss raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Mhm!” Francesca leaned back and yawned, unintentionally giving Weiss an eyeful of her cleavage. “What time is it, anyway? Feels like I’ve been here all day.”

“It’s, um…” Weiss blinked. “Thursday?”

Francesca giggled. “I asked for the time, silly.”

“O-Oh, yes.” Weiss cleared her throat and silently chastised herself for getting distracted. “It’s a little after six. I was just about to head out, but…” She noticed she was staring at Francesca’s tits again. “A-Actually, um, why don’t you tell me about what you’re working on?”

“Huh? Oh, sure…” Francesca leaned over again, her chest practically about to spill out of her top. “So, I’m replacing some of the capacitors and pistons…”

Weiss nodded along with Francesca’s explanation. She wanted to know what the girl had planned for Terry’s big day – that way, she knew what the bar was that she had to clear. But try as she might, she just couldn’t keep her eyes away from Francesca’s rack.

“He really loves this one,” Francesca said. “It’s his favorite for when he goes on long drives. Which means there’s a lot of memories attached to it, but… also a lot of miles…”

It was, admittedly, a massive rack. And it would not sit still no matter what Francesca was doing, always jiggling and swaying and capturing all of Weiss’s attention. The red-haired girl’s words faded into the background. All Weiss could possibly focus on were the two jiggling mounds before her.

“And some of the wiring needs replacing, too,” Francesca continued, poking at the engine with a metal stick. “There’s some sort of short somewhere… Can you hold this for me?”

She felt something being placed in her hand. Francesca said… something? Weiss couldn’t remember. As soon as she heard the words, they fell out of her head. She felt another thing in her hand, and another. Then some of them went away, or got put back.

She just couldn’t focus on anything.

Anything except Francesca’s massive…

Beautiful…

Perfect–

SLAM! “Ah, that’s enough for today, I think!” Francesca smiled, wiping some sweat from her brow.

Weiss gasped, startled by the sudden noise. “Wha-huh?”

“It’s getting kinda late anyway,” Francesca chuckled. “Must’ve been here, what, an hour?”

“A-An hour?!”

“Thanks for your help, by the way.” Francesca picked up a screwdriver Weiss didn’t realize she was holding and patted the bewildered goth girl on the head. “You make a good toolbox, darling. And good luck on your little shopping trip.”

As Francesca walked off back to the house, Weiss realized what she’d been doing. She was so tit-brained that Francesca was able to mesmerize her for, apparently, an entire hour. And Weiss didn’t even realize it was happening.

Her cheeks burned. She silently hurried to her car, praying that Val would never find out about this. If she – her own titslave – realized how cooked Weiss’s mind had become, she’d never hear the end of it.

She turned the key and drove off, blasting heavy metal through the sound system to drown out her embarrassment.

She wouldn’t get tricked like that again.

The sun hung low above Sleepy Valley, painting the sky in vivid hues of pink, purple and orange. It was beautiful, and that beauty highlighted just why Terry had such love for this town.

But it also highlighted how little time Weiss had left in the day.

She drove up to a retro games store in the downtown area. It would be open for at least another hour, and she knew Terry enjoyed playing on his old systems in his spare time.

As she perused the shelves, she admired the quaint, personal atmosphere of the store. It was clearly run by a passionate team who knew their stuff, even if they didn’t have the best resources. She spotted a lot of what she expected – a million old sports games, a few rare titles behind glass and key.

But she did find some good items, even outside of the display cases. Classics that she knew he would love, even some he played with her. But that was the issue. He already had them. And if this place was in the middle of downtown, in such a prominent spot, then surely he had already–

Weiss was knocked out of her train of thought when she bumped into someone. “Oh! Sorry!” she exclaimed.

“Ah!” the stranger squeaked, in an oddly familiar voice. “W-W-W-Weiss?”

“Huh?” Weiss blinked and got a better look. The woman was a bit shorter than her, certainly a bit slimmer even with a trenchcoat hiding her figure. But her hair, glasses and face were unmistakable. “Hana?”

“Wh-What’re you doing here?” Hana asked, cheeks turning red.

“I’m… looking for a gift,” Weiss replied. “For Terry.”

“Huh…” Hana adjusted her glasses. “M-Me too.”

“Yeah? What’re you looking for?”

“Well, not a, um, specific game,” Hana explained. “More like a… a set.”

“Hm…” Weiss stroked her chin. “Like, a full series of games?”

“No, not…” Hana sighed. “I wanna have a big stream with him. Just the two of us together, celebrating as a couple. And… I wanna have a bunch of games I can play with him, but…” She groaned in frustration, pointing at the shelf in front of her. “There’s just too! Many! Sports games!”

Weiss chuckled. “Yeah, it’s a problem.”

“How can I possibly sort through all these?” Hana whined. “I-I’ll never find anything good…”

“Well… maybe I could help?”

“Eh?” Hana turned back to Weiss and gasped. “Really? Y-You’d do that for me?”

Weiss shrugged. “I’m not finding much here that’ll be good for me. Might as well help someone else so this trip isn’t a total waste.”

Hana smiled and hugged her. “Thanks, Weiss!”

Soon, the two of them had grabbed a decent little collection. They focused mostly on co-op games, since the focus of the stream was for them to play together, but they threw in a few competitive games as well. Weiss also noticed Hana picking out a few games that seemed more for her than for him.

Once they bought everything and walked outside, Weiss checked her phone. It was still late, but there were probably a few other stores open. “I think I’m gonna keep driving around,” she said. “See if I can find anything else.”

“Oh…” Hana clutched her bag tightly. “Um, a-about that…”

“Yeah?”

“I… walked here.”

Weiss raised an eyebrow. “That’s quite a hike.”

Hana nodded. “A-And… this is… really heavy…”

“Uh-huh?”

“C-Can you… drive me home?”

“Well…” Weiss sighed. “Sorry, but I really wanna see if I can find something tonight.”

“But… B-But you’ve still got a week!” Hana protested.

“I know, but… I just don’t wanna go home yet.”

Hana paused.

Then she smiled. “That’s okay.”

She raised a finger and started twirling it around in a slow, lazy circle. “I’m sure we can… talk it out…”

Weiss’s breath hitched. Her mind immediately thought back to the video, how Hana had effortlessly hypnotized her with that exact same finger. “K-Knock it off…”

“Hm? Knock what off?” Hana asked innocently, stepping closer and moving the finger closer to Weiss’s face.

“You know what,” Weiss whimpered, fighting the urge to follow along with the swirling, hypnotic finger.

“Oh… I see…” Hana giggled. “You don’t want to be hypnotized. You don’t want to follow along with my pretty, enchanting little finger. And you really don’t want to fall to your knees and sink deep, deep, deep for me. Right, dear?”

“Y-Yes… Hana-sama…” Weiss sighed. She gasped when she realized what she said, clamping a hand over her mouth. “I-I–”

“Cuuuuuuuuute,” Hana cooed. “Don’t worry, dear. You don’t have to be embarrassed. Just follow along. Around, and around, and around…”

“And… a-around…” Weiss murmured as her head started to follow Hana’s motion. “And around… and around… and around…”

“Aaaaaand…” Hana giggled.

Snap!

Weiss wasn’t hypnotized. At least, not exactly. Hana wasn’t a hypnotist, after all. The only thing she could really do is take advantage of the other girl’s weaknesses, and if Weiss was weak to anything, it was to cute girls toying with her and teasing her senseless.

No, Weiss wasn’t hypnotized. But she was feeling utterly, hopelessly submissive, obedient, and horny as fuck.

She couldn’t stop herself from obeying everything the younger girl told her to do. Every time she tried to think of anything else, she would just blurt out “yes, Hana-sama” and fall right back into submissiveness.

As they passed through town and got on the country road back to Terry’s place, Hana leaned her seat way back and kicked her bare feet up on the dashboard. Weiss tried to keep looking forward, but they kept sneaking glances at the perfect toes kept right outside her usual field of vision.

Snap! “Eyes on the road, cutie,” Hana giggled mockingly.

“Y-Yes, Hana-sama,” Weiss stammered. She was blushing; in truth, she hadn’t stopped blushing since she and Hana got in the car.

Hana scrunched her toes and crossed her feet over each other. “You’ll massage them again once we get home. Right, dear?”

“Yes, Hana-sama,” Weiss mewled.

“Gooooooood girl,” Hana purred. She leaned back and closed her eyes, a triumphant grin on her face. “Ah… a girl could get used to this…”

By the time Weiss got back to Terry’s place, she was an absolute mess. Her cunt had soaked through her shorts, her breathing was ragged and desperate, and her capacity for higher thinking was eroded to basically nil.

The bespeckled girl hopped out of the car and snapped. “Be a dear and fetch my bags.”

“Yes, Hana-sama!” Weiss whimpered. She still wasn’t hypnotized, but she was so deep in subspace that she might as well have been. She grabbed all of Hana’s stuff and followed demurely behind her as they walked inside.

“Good girl,” Hana cooed, giggling as Weiss moaned in response.

As they made their way back to Hana’s room, Weiss noticed everyone else going about their nightly routines. Lotta was brushing her teeth, Amber was getting out of her evening shower.

Weiss’s eye started to wander when she noticed Jess and Francesca, walking naked in the direction of Terry’s room…

Snap! “Focus up, cutie,” Hana smirked.

“Y-Yes, Hana-sama…” Weiss mewled.

Once they got to Hana’s room, Weiss was put to work, hiding the gifts for Terry and putting the streamer girl’s other items on the shelf. Once she was done, Weiss had a brief flicker of lucidity. She questioned why she was doing all this work for–

Snap! “Oh, We~iss~” Hana cooed.

“Yes, Hana-sama?” Weiss replied, all her thoughts silenced by the sharp sound.

Hana stepped closer and placed a hand on Weiss’s cheek. “Strip.”

Weiss gasped. “Y-Yes, Hana-sama,” she whimpered, quickly removing her clothes. She couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to. And the idea that she would want to was utterly foreign to her. Why wouldn’t she obey? Why wouldn’t she do what such a cute, sweet, sexy girl like Hana wants?

Hana sat down behind her desk and pointed underneath it; Weiss realized, as her cheeks went flushed again, that the girl wasn’t wearing any pants. “Kneel down there, cutie.”

“Yes… Hana-sama…” Weiss knelt down and crawled on all fours under Hana’s desk, drooling shamelessly on herself.

“I’m gonna do a special stream tonight,” Hana continued, pulling her chair up and caressing Weiss’s chest with her foot. “Just me and a couple other girls. And you are gonna keep me happy with that tongue of yours. That sounds fun, right?”

It did sound fun. But… Weiss furrowed her brow. She had work the next morning. She couldn’t possibly stay up all night!

“W-Wait,” Weiss muttered. The words came slow, like she’d forgotten how to speak her own thoughts. “I… I-I can’t…”

“Huh?” Hana looked down, eyes wide. “Wait… y-you’re… you’re not hypnotized…?”

“Not… really?” Weiss shrugged. “Just, um… really, really horny. I guess.”

“Ah!” Hana yelped. “Um, w-wait, just… d-don’t be mad!”

“I’m not mad,” Weiss interjected, “I just can’t–”

“Look!” Hana shouted, shoving her phone in Weiss’s face. “L-Look at the thing!”

Weiss gasped as her eyes saw Hana’s special hypnotic video again. She tried to pull her head away from the screen, tried to keep her eyes from looking. She knew she couldn’t let herself fall into trance; if she did, she wouldn’t be sleeping at all that night.

“C-Come on, Weiss,” Hana whined. “Look at the phone… it’s your favorite…”

“Nnno,” Weiss muttered, shutting her eyes. She could do this. She wasn’t broken yet. She could still resist. She could always resist, if she really wanted–

Snap! “Look at the phone!”

Thirty seconds later, Weiss was mindlessly worshipping Hana’s cunt.

Time lost all meaning for her as the streamer girl came over and over again, worked into a frenzy by the hypnotized former domme’s skills.

By the time Weiss was allowed to think again, it was already morning.