September 22nd

Maya smiled as Weiss picked up a large tip from her table. “Wow, you’re doing good today!”

“Yeah, you know,” Weiss chuckled. “Just trying my best.” She checked her watch and grinned. “Time for my 15. See you in a bit.”

“Alright,” Maya giggled. She got back to work, taking orders and carrying drinks, until it was time for her break as well.

She stepped into the employee lounge and saw Weiss passed out, head slumped on the table. Maya gasped and shook the other girl’s shoulder. “Weiss! Wake up!”

“Mmuh?” Weiss groaned.

“C’mon! Your break is up!”

“Buh… But I’m so tired…”

“What’s the matter? Did you not sleep last night?”

“No,” Weiss sighed, picking her head up and wiping away her drool. “Hana made me, um… ‘guest star’ on her stream. I was up till around five.”

“God…” Maya huffed and crossed her arms. “That jerk! Who does she think she is, making you stay up when you have work the next day!”

“Yeah…” Weiss yawned and stretched. “But I’m okay. Just gotta put on the ol’ charm and… yeah…”

“Weiss, I really think you should go home,” Maya insisted. “Terry’ll understand.”

“I…” Weiss swallowed. “I need to be here. I need the extra cash so I can afford to get him something nice for his birthday coming up.”

“Hm…” Maya scratched her chin. “Well, maybe you could come with me tonight? I’m heading out to the beach for a shoot. You could just chill out and relax for a while.”

“That does sound nice, but…” Wess yawned again. “I gotta… see if I can get some shopping done…”

Maya pursed her lips. Then she smiled. “Well… I’m also gonna be bringing my tablet with me…”

“Oh?” Weiss chuckled. “What, gonna draw my portrait while I’m passed out in the sand?”

“No, but… I’m working on a new comic. A smutty one. About your favorite kink.” Maya leaned in close, whispering in the sleepy girl’s ear. “And I might let you see my work in progress.”

“Well, that’s certainly motivating,” Weiss purred. “But, first…”

Weiss stood up, stretched one more time, and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, her sleepy demeanor vanished, replaced with a bright smile and energetic tone. “Back to work!”

Maya blinked. “…Huh? Wh–What did you just do?”

“I gave myself a post-hypnotic trigger for exactly this kind of situation,” Weiss explained. “I can trick my brain into acting like I’m not tired. That way, I don’t show it to the customers.”

“Whoa…” Maya gasped. “That’s so cool!”

“Right?” Weiss beamed. “It’s like I took a shot of Monster, but without risking a heart attack. No caffeine, after all.”

“Wait, so…” Maya scratched her head. “You are actually tired, but you’re just tricking yourself into not realizing it. Isn’t that gonna, like, mess you up once you finally hit your limit?”

“Probably!” Weiss replied cheerily. “But that’s a problem for future me! And present me has orders to take.” She sauntered past Maya and headed back to the dining room.

Maya shook her head. “I swear, that girl is her own worst enemy…”

“I told you, I’ve got it,” Jess chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about the rest of your shift. I can deal with the dinner rush.”

“Are you sure?” Weiss asked. “You’re supposed to be off today, and–”

“Weiss, stop arguing,” Maya pleaded, pulling Weiss by the arm to her car. “Thank you, Jess. I’ll get her home safe.”

“You better!” Jess grinned.

Maya plopped Weiss in the passenger seat and got in. “Sorry, but… you could not handle the dinner crowd.”

“Oh, come on,” Weiss scoffed. “I’m a big girl, I can handle a full shift.”

“Yeah? Try turning off that hypno-thingy and see how you feel then.”

“Alright, I will.” Weiss snapped her fingers and immediately went limp. “…Oh…”

“What’s the matter?” Maya smirked as she started the car. “Tired?”

“Extremely,” Weiss muttered. “You should’ve… stopped me.”

“You said it would be a problem for future you.”

“Well… past me is a cunt, then…”

Maya laughed as she pulled out of the parking lot. “Just relax, babe. It’s a bit of a drive to the beach. Couple hours at least.”

“Hours…?” Weiss sighed. “…okay…”

“You must be really tired if you’re not even complaining about it,” Maya smiled.

As they made their way out, Weiss stared at the scenery rushing past them. The trees, the fields, the sky… it was all so beautiful. So comforting and safe and peaceful. It reminded her of Terry. Or maybe she was so tired, her brain so fried and burnt out, that Terry was all she could think of anymore.

Either way, it made her happy. She closed her eyes, a dreamy smile on her face, as she drifted off to sleep.

“Hey, Weiss.” Maya gently shook the other girl’s shoulder. “We’re here.”

“Mmm?” Weiss groggily opened her eyes and stared out the window. The beach was beautiful, with the evening sun starting to hang low and sparkling off the waves. She could see a small house with a pier off in the distance too, quaint but clearly well-kept.

But… something was strange. “Where’s all the… people?” she asked, shaking some of the remaining sleepiness out of her head.

“Oh, didn’t you know?” Maya smiled. “This is Terry’s private beach. He owns the whole stretch of it, plus the house. Which means no prying eyes gawking at us.”

“And he never took me,” Weiss chuckled. “Jerk.” She got out of the car and stretched her back, realizing only then she was still in her Honkers uniform. “Oh, I didn’t bring a bathing suit…”

“Funny,” Maya chuckled. “Neither did I.”

Weiss turned around to ask what she meant, only to find the surfer girl stripping out of her clothes. “Whoa!” Weiss blushed, quickly turning back around. “S-Sorry!”

“Would I have done it here if I didn’t want you to look?” Maya grinned. “C’mon, help me set up the cameras.”

“Huh?” Weiss blinked. “But… you said you had a shoot, where’s the photographer?”

“I’m the photographer, silly!” Maya grabbed a camera bag out of the trunk. “I have some fancy gimbals and sliders and stuff that can track me as I surf, and the cameras record video that’s good enough that you can take a still frame and it still looks good.”

“All Terry’s doing, I assume?”

“Well, duh,” Maya giggled. “Our man knows how to treat us.”

“That he does,” Weiss sighed. She picked up another bag from the trunk and helped Maya get the cameras ready.

A little while later, Maya was out surfing on the waves. She still had not put on any clothes.

Weiss wasn’t entirely sure why she was doing this. Clearly this wasn’t a professional shoot, but where could she possibly post these? Was there some obscure surfing fetish group she didn’t know about?

…There probably was, Weiss realized, though Maya didn’t seem to be the type to partake in that.

Still, even if Weiss didn’t understand it, she could at least admire the view. Maya was gorgeous, and looked even more beautiful with the sun behind her and the water glistening on her skin. She wasn’t some perfect goddess – she wiped out quite a few times, always taking it in stride and popping back up with a grin.

Weiss leaned back in her beach chair and smiled. She wiggled out of her uniform and folded it neatly on a nearby table. She watched Maya out on the waves, admiring the view. And the view.

And there wasn’t any harm in indulging herself a little, was there?

No harm in letting her hand creep down between her legs. She wasn’t going to make herself cum, just a little bit of teasing.

There was no way that getting herself horny would backfire on her.

“Alright, footage is offloaded…” Maya yawned. “I’ll edit them later. Weiss, how’re you holding up?”

“Not bad,” Weiss sighed, looking out the window of the beach house. It was surprising just how dark it was; she was so used to the city that she hadn’t quite considered how important outdoor lighting could be at night.

“Well, I haven’t forgotten my promise,” Maya chuckled. “I’ll show you my comic, just… gotta polish it up a little.”

“Oh, I don’t mind if it’s rough,” Weiss reassured her.

“Yeah, I know, but… showing someone something that’s this rough is…” Maya laughed nervously. “You know what I mean, right?”

“For sure,” Weiss nodded. “Just lemme know when you’re ready.”

“Thanks, Weiss,” Maya smiled. She picked up her tablet and pen. “Probably just a few minutes.”

“Cool.” Weiss leaned back in bed and kicked her feet off the edge. “…Can I ask you something?”

“Hm? Sure,” Maya replied, not looking up from her work.

“So… why nude?”

“Ah…” Maya giggled. “Well, that’s for Terry, of course.”

“Is he into that sorta thing?”

“You mean, looking at hot girls being nude?”

“No, I get that part, but…” Weiss sat up. “Why surfing? In the nude? Is that, like… a thing?”

“Well, probably, yeah, but not for Terry, necessarily.” Maya tapped her pen against her chin. “It’s more about… being free, I guess. Having a guy who really cares about me, taking care of my needs. It means I don’t need to worry so much anymore about doing stuff for anyone. I’m free to do stuff for me.”

“But you’re still making these for him, right?”

Mays shrugged. “Sure, but he’s not telling me what he wants to see. He’s happy as long as I’m happy. Surfing makes me happy. Being out on the ocean, the sun in my eyes, the water lapping up around me. And it doesn’t matter if I fall down, or wipe out. Because I can just enjoy the moment. And… I want him to see how happy he makes me…”

She paused. “A-Ah, sorry!” she whimpered, her cheeks turning flushed. “I-I just get emotional about him!”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Weiss smiled, “I get the same–”

“How about you look at the comic?” Maya asked, shoving the tablet in her face. “I-I think it’s ready!”

“Oh, um… a-alright,” Weiss said, taking the tablet and looking down at it.

It was only a minute or two before she got totally sucked in. It was another autobiographical comic, focused on Maya being hypnotized by Terry and serving him. She could practically hear her Master’s voice in her head, bringing Maya into trance, seducing her so sweetly and lovingly.

Weiss barely even noticed him seducing her as well. By the time she got to the last page, she was hanging on the knife’s edge of trance.

And then she saw it.

An animated page, featuring Terry swinging his pocketwatch back and forth.

And Weiss dropped hard.

Maya watched closely as the other girl stared blankly at the page, a dribble of drool falling from her lips and onto the tablet.

“W-Weiss,” Maya whispered. “Are… are you… hypnotized?”

“…Yes…” Weiss murmured.

Maya inhaled sharply. “Ooooookay… um… w-will you do whatever you’re told?”

“…Yes…”

“Do you…” Maya reached out to touch Weiss’s thigh, but pulled her hand away at the last second. “Do you want… this?”

“…Yes…”

“…Do you want me?”

Weiss whimpered softly. “God, yes…”

Maya grinned. “I knew you were cooked, girl, but… this is wild.” She stood up and sat down on the bed next to Weiss and took the tablet from her unresisting hands. “How about you get down on your knees for me, Weiss?”

“Yes, Maya…” Weiss’s eyes fluttered as she accepted the other girl’s command. She slid down to her knees and moved in front of Maya.

“Tell me, Weiss,” Maya cooed, caressing Weiss’s chin with the back of her foot. “What is it that Amber makes you call her?”

“…Princess…” Weiss mewled.

“Ah, right,” Maya purred. “Well, how about… you call me your Queen?”

Weiss moaned. Her eyes rolled up into her head. “Y-Yes, my Queen…”

Maya giggled and kicked her feet. “Gosh! Gosh gosh gosh, you are just adorable, cutie. For your first order, as my… liege? I think that’s right…” She pressed her foot against Weiss’s cheek. “I want you… to worship my feet.”

“Yes, my Queen,” Weiss sighed.

She rubbed.

She obeyed.

She worshipped all night long.

And she sank even deeper, and deeper.

All for her Queen.

September 23rd

Weiss was silent on the way back, stewing in her own embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she let herself get hypnotized and dominated by yet another girl in Terry’s harem. She kept her eyes glued to the scenery rushing past the window. She couldn’t bear to meet Maya’s gaze.

With her luck, it would just end in her dropping again.

Eventually, they pulled up to the Honkers parking lot. “I had someone drop off a change of clothes,” Maya said. “And obviously your car is still here.”

“Thanks,” Weiss said tersely, opening the door and stepping out of the car.

As she walked towards the back entrance, she heard Maya roll down her window. “Excuse me, vassal,” she cooed, putting on a mock “royal” accent. “Is that any way to say goodbye to your Queen?”

Weiss’s cheeks turned even redder. She hurried back, kissed the back of Maya’s hand, and ran back to the restaurant.

Once she was inside, she found a grocery bag in the employee lounge. There was a post-it note attached:

Hope you like your outfit!

-Princess ♥

“Dammit,” Weiss muttered. Of course Amber was the one to pick it out. She and Maya probably planned this whole endeavor in the first place.

She brought it back to the locker room and took a look inside. It was, expectedly, risqué: a black mesh shirt and a pleather microskirt. A slutty porn parody version of the kind of thing she’d usually wear. Of course Weiss was opposed to it.

But she couldn’t exactly hit the town in her Honkers uniform, so it would have to do. At least she had some pasties in her locker so she could cover her nipples.

As she pulled up her Honkers top, she heard the door open. “Weiss? Thought you were off today.”

“Terry?” Weiss raised an eyebrow. “Uh… yeah, I am. Don’t worry, I’m not clocking in, just needed to change.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Terry smiled. “Maya told me all about your little adventure yesterday.”

“Of course she did,” Weiss sighed. “You enjoyed all the sordid details, hm?”

“Well, yeah,” Terry chuckled. “But, of course, you still remember who you really belong to…”

He stepped up behind her, placed a hand on her breast, and squeezed. “Don’t you, doll?”

“Hhaaaahhh…” Weiss whimpered. “Y-Yes, Master…”

“Goooooood girl,” Terry purred. He turned her around and gently pressed her back against the locker, kissing her deeply on the lips. “You can submit to whoever your gay, subby little heart desires. But at the end of the day, you don’t belong to Maya, or Amber, or Jess. Who do you belong to, Gwen?”

“You, Master,” Weiss moaned, eyes fluttering.

“That’s right.” Terry’s eyes sparkled. “You know what to do next.”

Shemewled and nodded, kneeling down and pressing her face against his crotch. She could feel his cock throb through his slacks; it only served to drive her deeper into lust and trance. She huffed greedily, clumsily reaching for his belt buckle…

Weiss closed the locker and smiled. It was so nice of Terry to stop by before his shift started! She wished it could’ve led to more, but she understood he was going to be busy today.

As she walked out, she pulled out her phone and admired herself in the camera. She looked stunning in this outfit. She was sure to get a lot of eyes on her, especially with her bare chest visible through the top. It was so thoughtful of Amber to bring her something this nice – she’d have to thank her later.

But now, it was already halfway through the week. Time was running out to get Terry his present. She couldn’t afford to dawdle any longer.

Weiss parked in a lot downtown and sighed. She felt calm and collected, confident in her ability to get this job done. She rolled down her window, enjoying the cool breeze and the sounds of downtown.

She realized, in that moment, why Terry loved this place so much. It was cozy, idyllic, like a fairy tale village updated to the modern day. She was so glad she convinced her friends to move out to Sleepy Valley with her. She would have been happy in Prism City, sure, but not this happy. And she never would’ve met her man, either.

As she looked out into the street, she noticed a couple walking past. The man was… handsome, she supposed. She still didn’t see much in men, outside of her Master. But the woman was beautiful, as lovely and dazzling as any of Terry’s jewels.

And she clearly adored the man she was with. She clung to his arm, grinning a goofy, lovestruck smile. Weiss wondered if she looked like that when she was with Terry; if nothing else, she hoped she looked even half as pretty.

As the couple left her line of sight, she spotted a shop across the street. Some sort of small bakery, selling sweet treats and candy.

Weiss smiled. It wouldn’t do for her big gift, of course, but maybe she could get him something he could enjoy once he got off his shift.

She hopped out of her car and walked over. The smell of fresh sweets became stronger and stronger the closer she got. When she stepped inside, it was downright intoxicating.

But she also noticed an unexpected guest. “Triss?”

“Hm?” The busty blonde looked at her and smiled. “Oh, Weiss! Hi! I didn’t know you came here.”

“I usually don’t,” Weiss chuckled. “Just stopping in while I shop for Terry’s birthday.”

“Oh, me too!”

“Really?” Weiss tried to hide her disappointment. “What’re you getting? Candy, a cake…?”

Triss giggled. “Oh, I’m not buying the pre-made stuff. This place is good, don’t get me wrong, but I’m just looking for ideas. I’m gonna bake him some of his favorite treats.”

“Bake them? Like, yourself?”

“Mhm!” Triss beamed. “I’ve been practicing, and I think I’m getting pretty good at it!”

“I see…” Weiss sighed. She felt so stupid. Of course some store-bought treat wouldn’t be enough for her man. And she’d never be able to compete with Triss’s baking skills. “Well… maybe I could help you shop for stuff?”

“Thanks!” Triss grinned. “That’s really sweet of you!”

“Well,” Weiss smiled, not-so-subtly looking down at Triss’s cleavage, “what are slave sisters for?”

Triss closed the trunk of her car. “Thanks for all your help, Weiss.”

“Seriously, it’s no problem,” Weiss reassured her. “So, what exactly are you gonna make with all this?”

“Honestly? Not 100% sure yet,” Triss admitted. “It’ll take some trial and error, but… I’ll come up with something good.”

“I’m sure you will.” Weiss tapped her chin. She remembered that Triss was pretty submissive, possibly the subbiest sub in Terry’s whole harem. And Weiss was feeling a little insecure about her dominance…

“Hey, Triss?” she asked, stepping towards her.

“Yeah?” Triss replied.

Weiss pressed her against the car and looked deep into her eyes. “You like me, right?”

“Ah!” Triss yelped, cheeks turning red. “Wh-Where is this coming–”

“I asked you a question, babe,” Weiss interrupted. “Do. You. Like. Me?”

“I-I… um… yes?”

“And you like being hypnotized,” Weiss grinned, unclasping the crystal pendant around her neck. “Right?”

“Goshhh,” Triss whimpered. She silently nodded her head.

“So you wouldn’t mind dropping deep for me,” Weiss continued, starting to swing the pendant in front of the other girl’s eyes. “Would you, dear?”

“B-Buh… But… I-I’m busy,” Triss protested.

“You can afford a few minutes,” Weiss giggled. “I won’t do anything serious. Just bringing you down, and up… maybe getting a closer look at those tits of yours…”

“P-Patti was right,” Triss mewled, keeping her eyes cast down. “You are a p-pervert…”

“Guilty as charged, babe,” Weiss smirked. “But you don’t mind that. All you wanna do is keep your eyes up.” She cupped Triss’s chin and pointed her face towards the pendant.

“I t-told you,” Triss whined, pulling away and looking down again. “I’m busy.”

“Come on, Triss, I need this,” Weiss said sternly. “What are you so–”

“Ah! I found it!” Triss smiled. She looked at Weiss and said–

Weiss blinked and shuddered. Triss was nowhere to be seen. Neither was her car.

She looked around, bewildered. What just happened? She pulled out her phone and was startled to notice that several minutes had passed in an instant.

She also saw a pair of texts from Triss.

Triss – 2 minutes ago

Sorry! 🙏 I really am busy today! Terry gave me a list of triggers I could use if I ever needed to get away from one of his dommes, I hope you don’t mind!

 

Triss – 1 minute ago

Haha, didn’t mean the pun 😅

Weiss stared at her phone.

Then she laughed.

She really was cooked, wasn’t she? She couldn’t tell if this fully counted as being dommed by yet another sub in the harem, but it definitely didn’t help her beat the allegations. And it was all Master’s fault.

She would’ve hated him if she didn’t love him so much.

Weiss kept walking around downtown, popping in and out of different stores. Nothing she found seemed like a good fit for what she needed. There were certainly nice items for sale, of course, but Terry deserved something better than nice.

“Yo, dude!” chuckled a nasally male voice nearby. “Fucking look at that rack!”

“Think we might get a ‘wardrobe malfunction’ today?” snickered another.

“With Cakes? You bet!”

Weiss looked up and furrowed her brow. Sure enough, on the other side of the street was Lotta. She was setting up a camera while wearing a low-cut dress – or maybe it just looked low cut due to her prodigious bust. Either way, she looked gorgeous as usual.

Lotta held a finger up to her ear and said something, presumably to someone at the station. She looked up and noticed Weiss, flashing her a smile and a friendly wave.

Weiss waved back and tapped her watch. Lotta gave her a thumbs up.

A couple hours later, they were both sat inside a nearby restaurant, enjoying dinner. Lotta had explained that she was doing a fluff piece about something at the local college. Weiss nodded along, but didn’t pay much attention to the conversation.

Lotta picked up on Weiss’s distractedness. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I still don’t have anything picked out for Terry’s birthday,” Weiss sighed. “And I’m running out of time, and I’m just… stressed.”

“Oh, yeah,” Lotta nodded, “I totally get that.”

“What about you? Do you have something ready?”

“Mhm!”

“…Can you tell me what it is?”

Lotta chuckled. “Well, where’s the fun in that?”

Weiss groaned and pressed her forehead into the table. “Why is this so hard? I never had this much trouble picking out gifts before…”

“Well…” Lotta patted Weiss on the shoulder. “How about this? I’ll help you with whatever you need to get this done.”

“You will?”

“Of course. I can tell how hard this is on you. Terry’s big day is supposed to be fun, not something to stress this much out over.”

Weiss smiled. “Thanks, Lotta. You’re a good friend.”

“I try!” Lotta laughed wearily.

Eventually, the two finished eating and Weiss paid the bill. She offered to drive Lotta back home, but the reporter said she needed to drop off her equipment back at the station.

When Weiss finally got back to Terry’s house, she looked out at the low-hanging sun and felt a sense of dread. The week was already half over, and all she had accomplished was getting fucked by some cute girls. She’d never prove herself at this rate.

But as she saw the sun’s light bouncing off the lake, she also noticed something else.

Two figures were sat out by the water, silhouetted against the sky. Curious, Weiss turned off her engine and approached them. As she got closer, she realized it was Terry, and… the woman from earlier? The one who was acting all lovey-dovey towards her boyfriend?

Creeping around the side to try and stay out of sight, she listened in on their conversation.

“P-Please, Master,” the woman cried, “I want to be yours… I-I’ll do anything, I’ll give up my man, even my kid, just… just take me…”

“Hm,” Terry hummed noncommittally.

The whole situation seemed… bizarre to Weiss. She never clocked that woman as being a mother, for one thing, but… why was Terry so blasé about it? This woman was clearly pouring her heart out and getting really intense, but he barely seemed to care.

“Okay,” Terry said finally. Snap! “Strip.”

“Yes, sir,” the woman whimpered, hastily taking off her clothes. Weiss found herself taking off hers as well. She couldn’t help it; hearing the snap and the command from her Master just… overrode her.

Snap! “Kneel,” Terry continued.

The woman knelt down before him. Weiss felt her knees press into the soft, sandy beach.

Terry pulled out his gold pocketwatch. The light from the sun glinted off it, dazzling Weiss as it started to swing. Even at this distance, she could feel it starting to drag her down into trance.

Deeper…

And deeper…

Until…

Snap!

Weiss awoke to a hand on her ass and the sound of someone sucking cock.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Awoke” may have been an overstatement. Despite being aware of her surroundings, she was still deep in trance. She still noticed a few things, though.

She was still outside.

She was standing next to Master.

She was naked.

The pretty girl from earlier was also there, also naked. But she was kneeling, her head bobbing down between Master’s legs.

Weiss was confused, but she didn’t worry about it. She knew Master was there. He thought for her, owned her. Surely there was a good reason for all of this. But she still couldn’t help but ask, “What’s… going on…?” in her sleepy, trance-drunk voice.

Master chuckled and squeezed her ass again. “This is how things go here in Sleepy Valley,” he purred, pulling her in closer. “I have hypnotized practically every woman in town at least once. Most of them don’t go anywhere. Some just don’t take to it, others I don’t connect with. But there are a lot who have some little bit of my programming floating around in their heads.

“And around my birthday,” he continued, “that desire, that lust, bubbles up to the surface. And, for the few who really feel it…” He chuckled and motioned to the girl sucking his cock. “Well, you see the results.”

Weiss whimpered and leaned on him. “Is she… gonna… live with us…?”

“No, no,” Master replied. “She’s pretty, and eager, and…” He sighed and bit his lip. “Not a bad little cock-sucker. But I reserve that privilege for the ones I truly love. She’s nice, but… I just don’t think it’ll work out between us. I couldn’t stand to be a homewrecker.”

“Oh…” Weiss blinked. She realized, even in the depts of her fog, that this was why Terry had so many new girls around him recently. Pretty, easily-hypnotized cuties, eager to fuck and serve and obey. But they weren’t enough for him.

She wondered what made her so special.

Master grabbed the other girl’s hair and pulled her head away from his cock. “You did good today. Thank you. Now go ahead, clean yourself up. You’ve gotta head home.”

“No, please!” the woman cried, clutching his leg. “I-I want to be here! I want to serve, I–”

“Be quiet,” Master said firmly. The woman obeyed. “Does your family know you’re here?”

“…N-No,” the woman sniffled. “I snuck out… I just wanted–”

“What you want doesn’t matter,” Master snapped. “You’re not throwing your life away for me. Go home to your family. That’s where you belong. That’s what I want for you. Understood?”

“Y-Yes, Master,” the woman whispered. She silently stood up, got dressed and left.

Weiss almost felt bad for her. This wasn’t her fault. She probably didn’t even understand that she’d been brainwashed; one day she just woke up with this all-consuming need to submit to an apparent stranger, and she had no idea why.

But then Master slapped her ass and she lost her train of thought. “Your turn, doll,” he grinned.

Moments later, Weiss was bouncing up and down on Master’s perfect cock while he groped her tits and ass. She was in heaven. This was exactly what she was missing – the simple, uncomplicated bliss of being his fucktoy. No wonder that woman was ready to throw it all away for him. Anyone else would do the same if they got a taste of what Weiss was experiencing in that moment.

He pulled her down on top of him, feeling up her chest and kissing her on the lips. “You’re my good girl,” he growled. “You’re mine. Don’t you ever forget that, slave.”

“I-I’d never, Master!” Weiss gasped, drooling in mind-fucked bliss. “I love you so much… I love you… I love you…”

“That’s my girl,” Master grinned. “Mindless. Blank. Empty. Obedient.”

“Mindless, b-blank, empty, obedient,” Weiss repeated, slipping back effortlessly into the groove he set into her. She was a broken record, looping around and around. Just like Hana’s finger. Just like the spiral Master had used so many times. She was trapped, unable to pull herself out.

And she loved that.

She loved being reduced to something so pure and simple at the drop of a hat. She loved that Master had such complete control over her mind, her thoughts. She was his. She would always be his. That’s how he made her. That’s how she made herself.

Master asked her something. She felt herself respond, but she couldn’t hear what either of them were saying. It didn’t matter. All she needed to know was that she felt good, and Master was happy with her. It was so easy. So simple.

So heavenly…