September 26th

As she walked towards her car, parked in Terry’s driveway, Weiss couldn’t remember why she didn’t go shopping after work yesterday. She reasoned that she must’ve been exhausted after pulling a double shift. She hoped Gabby was okay; it was unusual for them to call off so suddenly. Still, she was happy to help out a friend in need. And she still had two whole days until Terry’s birthday.

“Weiss!” shouted a voice from the front door of the house. Kyra came running up, her large breasts bouncing freely. “I need your help!”

“Sorry, Kyra,” Weiss sighed, walking briskly towards her car, “but I really don’t have time.”

“Please?” Kyra cooed, jumping in front of her. “You’ve been doing favors for every girl in the house all week! Why am I any different, hm?”

“It’s not you,” Weiss replied, trying to step around her. “It’s because I have been doing… ‘favors’ for everyone else. I genuinely do not have–”

“Oh, I know!” Kyra grinned and tugged on her top, emphasizing her cleavage and shaking her tits from side to side. “You’re sooooooo tired from your extra shift… you just want to relaaaaaaax and look at my big, beautiful boobs…”

Weiss chuckled and patted the shorter girl on the head. “Cute. See you later!”

Kyra blinked as Weiss started to walk away. “Wha…? H-Hey!”

“If it were any other night, believe me, I’d be more than tempted,” Weiss said, unlocking her car with her key fob. “But, as I’ve said several times, I just don’t have time to– ah!”

“Please, Weiss!” Kyra cried, clutching onto Weiss’s leg and dragging her down. “Please help me! I forgot to fill up and there’s no way my car will get to the studio! I’m desperate! I-I’ll do anything!”

“Alright, fine! Jesus!” Weiss groaned. “Lemme go!”

“Great!” Kyra smiled, hopping to her feet and jumping into the passenger seat of Weiss’s car. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late!”

Weiss silently fumed as she drove out to the outskirts of town. This drive would seriously cut into her shopping time. Still, the girl was desperate. Lord knows I’ve forgotten to fill up before. And besides, what are slave sisters for? “So, what exactly are we heading to?”

Kyra smiled and twirled her hair. “I have a little bit part in Betsy’s show. And I need someone to film some behind-the-scenes stuff of me doing my part.”

I have to stay?! Weiss shook her head and sighed. Whatever. Let’s just hope it’s quick. “So, just… film you while you’re being filmed?”

“Mhm! I wish they could just give me some of the footage they shot, but the episode’s not gonna air for another 6 months. And they don’t have anyone on-staff filming behind-the-scenes footage anymore. Betsy says it’s because they cut the budget for the DVD releases.”

“Sounds about right,” Weiss grumbled. “Nobody puts out decent special features anymore. Those big box sets probably inspired a generation of filmmakers. Now they…” She paused. “…You… probably don’t care, do you?”

“Not really, but it’s cute to see you so passionate,” Kyra giggled.

“Thanks…” Weiss cleared her throat. “So, uh, is this part of your gift for Terry’s big day?”

“Yeah!” Kyra grinned. “He got me the gig, after all. He’s done so much for me, helping me bulk up my portfolio and connect me with big producers… it’s mostly still small roles so far, but I’m really excited for where my career is going. And I owe it all to him.” She looked out the window and sighed. “I just… want to thank him.”

“I get you,” Weiss smiled. “But aren’t you cutting it a little close?”

“Believe me, I would’ve loved to be done by now,” Kyra shrugged. “I’ve been filming all my other acting gigs so far, but this episode ran into script problems, then the guest star was unavailable… we’re only just now getting to my scene, and I really wanted to include this shoot.”

“Not even Terry can beat Hollywood,” Weiss chuckled.

Once they got to the studio, Kyra checked in and brought Weiss backstage. The actress got into hair and makeup, then put on her costume, some type of scientist uniform. Weiss wasn’t very familiar with Betsy’s show; she knew it was a superhero thing, but she hadn’t watched any episodes.

Once they got on set, Weiss used Kyra’s phone to film some footage of her mingling with other extras and goofing off. She looked totally in her element, carrying herself like a star even with such a small role.

Soon, though, it was time to start the scene. The actors got into position as the crew got ready.

“Action!” called the director.

INT. DYNATEC LABORATORY – DAY

Scientists mingle at their workstations, examining a DNA sequence.

SUDDENLY-

The door blows open in a blast of fire and smoke. Out of the darkness comes a man in a metal suit, holding a blaster with a sickly blue glow. Brain Freeze.

The villain points his weapon at the scientists and fires. A flash of blue, and they stiffen and go blank, their minds freezing in place.

BRAIN FREEZE: Sorry to drop by unannounced! Just take a moment and... chill out! (evil laugh)

“And cut!” The director hopped out of their chair and clapped their hands together. “Good work, folks! One and done, that’s how we like it! Take five while we reset for the next scene!” They snapped their fingers and pointed at the actor in the Brain Freeze suit. “Someone get Darren some water, guy’s probably dying of heat stroke in that thing…”

Weiss stopped the recording and smiled. It was obviously a low-budget, cheesy show, but it was still exciting to get to hang out on a real set.

But as she looked back at Kyra, she noticed something strange. The scene was over, but she was still standing straight, staring off into space. Like she was in the scene.

Like she was hypnotized.

No, there’s no way… Just some prop gun going off wouldn’t be enough to make her drop for real, would it? Weiss hurried over to her and got a closer look.

Sure enough, Kyra was deep in trance. Her eyes were glassy and vacant, her lips parted. She was even starting to drool.

Weiss shook her gently. “Kyra? C’mon, wake up. The scene is over.” But the other girl didn’t respond. She snapped her fingers and waved her hand in front of Kyra’s eyes, to similarly little effect.

“Please don’t hate me for this…” Weiss took a deep breath and slapped her cheek.

But even that wasn’t enough to wake Kyra from her trance.

“She does go deep, huh?”

Weiss turned around. “Betsy?”

The taller woman was already in costume, a blue corset top with a gold eagle on it with a white skirt and a laurel crown. Betsy chuckled and patted Weiss on the shoulder. “You seem surprised. You know this is my show, right?”

“I-I’m not surprised by that,” Weiss protested. “Just… can’t believe Kyra is really hypnotized.”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Betsy asked. “Terry’s been volunteering for us. He hypnotizes some of the actors whenever we need to do a mind control plot. Helps it be more realistic, or so I’m told.”

Weiss raised an eyebrow. “How many mind control episodes do you do?”

“Oh, it’s like every third episode. Honestly, I’m surprised the writers can find so many ways to do these plots.”

“Huh…” Weiss rubbed her chin. Shit, maybe I need to start watching this show…

“Anyway, we should wake her up, right?” Betsy knelt down, meeting the much shorter Kyra at eye level. “Hey, Kyra,” she cooed, holding her hand above the girl’s head. “You feel like a puppet now, don’t you? Held up by those strings, controlled, made to perform your role. But the director said ‘cut.’ So let’s…” Snap! “Cut those strings, coming back up, wide awake and refreshed.”

“Mmm…” Kyra blinked a few times and smiled. “How did I do?”

“Good! I think!” Betsy flashed a thumbs up. “I was in makeup so I didn’t see!”

“Fair,” Kyra giggled. “Weiss? What did you think?”

“Oh, um…” Weiss giggled nervously. “Yeah, you did good!” Not that you could really do “bad” when you’re just responding to a trigger…

“Thank you, Weiss!” Kyra hugged her tight and kissed her on the lips, before taking her phone and running off. “I’ll be at craft services, bye!”

Weiss blinked.

Betsy laughed and wrapped an arm around Weiss’s hip. “She’s a cutie, isn’t she? Say, how about a tour? You’re big into movie stuff, right?”

“I-I am,” Weiss stammered, straining to get out of the taller girl’s grip, “but… I really have to–”

“Great!” Betsy led her around the studio, showing off some of the sets and equipment. It was clearly a rather small endeavor, but there was a surprising number of projects going on. And it was clear that Betsy was heavily involved in all of it, from the way people kept coming up to her and asking for her approval or advice on different things.

And that got Weiss curious. If Betsy was so busy, what was she planning for Terry’s birthday?

When she asked, Betsy smiled. “Well, we’re making plans for a big TV movie project for the show. Columbia and the Justice Sisterhood of America. And, with the amount of love this town has shown us…”

She trailed off, chuckling to herself. “Well, they have shown us a lot of love. But really, it’s because of Terry. He doesn’t want us to put him in the credits, but he’s secretly one of the biggest backers for the studio. So, as thanks, we’re setting it in the town. Not having it double for somewhere else, like usual. Sleepy Valley plays itself.” She grinned. “And so will a certain friend of his…”

“Oh…” Weiss gasped. “Oh, gosh, I-I’m so honored! I’ve never acted professionally before, but–”

“What?” Betsy raised an eyebrow. “I was talking about Jess.”

“…Ah, right,” Weiss sighed, blushing. “Of course…” Stupid. Obviously it was going to be her. She’s Terry’s favorite. Hell, she’s everyone’s favorite. “I don’t suppose it’ll be another mind control plot, will it?”

“Actually, yes! Turns out they’re our most popular episodes, so that’s what we’re running with.” Betsy tapped her chin. “Come to think of it, maybe I should be concerned with what kind of audience we’re attracting…”

Oh, man. Jess is gonna look so hot hypnotized in some sexy superhero outfit… Weiss whimpered and drooled, imagining the scene. I really, really gotta start watching this show…

“I’m just sad we couldn’t start production before his birthday,” Betsy sighed, oblivious to Weiss’s reverie. “Our writing staff has been really slowing down as of late. But we finally have a first draft, and I’m gonna present that to Terry on his birthday. He actually hasn’t been in the loop on the direction of the project, so I guess just the existence of the project will be part of the gift too.”

“Yeahhh…” Weiss mewled, still picturing Jess in spandex.

Betsy kept talking as she brought Weiss around the studio, but Weiss didn’t really hear any of it. It wasn’t until she looked up and saw Betsy’s trailer that she realized how much time had passed. “Oh, um.” Weiss said, “I-I actually gotta get going soon…”

“Well, at least let me give you a drink,” Betsy smiled. “I’ve got some really nice sparkling water.”

“Um…” Weiss scratched her head. “Alright?”

As they stepped into the trailer, Weiss noticed three things.

First, it was kinda messy.

Second, Kyra was there, lounging on a sofa.

And third, Terry was also there, also lounging on the sofa.

Before Weiss could ask what was going on, she felt Betsy pull her towards the sofa, plopping her down next to Terry.

And then he pulled out his pocketwatch…

And Weiss started listening very, very closely…

Columbia grunted and strained against the chains binding her arms and legs. “You’ll never get away with this, Madame Blanc! The Justice Sisterhood is already on their way, you can’t possibly defeat them all!”

Blanc laughed evilly and smirked at the patriotic superhero. “Pathetic girl! You have no idea how much power I already hold. Do you even realize that the only thing binding your limbs together is your own mind?”

“What?” Columbia scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous! I’d never fall for one of your hypnotist tricks!”

“Then why are you calling me ‘Madame,’ hm?” Blanc grinned. “I’ve had access to the Sisterhood’s computer systems for months. You’ve all been subjected to my brainwashing algorithm without even knowing it, and now you, Mermaiden, She-Devil… the whole damn lot of you are under my thumb!”

“Y-You’re all talk,” Columbia retorted, less confidently this time. She couldn’t help but remember some of the recent technical issues they’d been having at their headquarters – computers crashing, screens flickering, a strange buzz coming from the speakers in the conference room. But there was no way Blanc could really be behind it all… right?

“Still don’t believe me?” Blanc sighed. “Very well.” Snap! “Release.”

Suddenly, Columbia felt the chains around her body disappear. She looked down at her hands, her feet. She hadn’t broken them, they were simply… gone.

Like they had never been there in the first place.

“Aaaaaaand…” Snap! “Bound!” Blanc cackled.

Columbia yelped as the chains suddenly appeared again, binding her limbs and keeping her from moving. “No…” she gasped. “How’s that possible? Y-You must be some sort of witch… o-or a reality manipulator, or…”

“Ooh, ‘reality manipulator,’” Blanc purred. “That does sound nice. But I’m afraid I’m no magician, dear. Just a very, very skilled hypnotist. Good enough to control your reality, if not reality itself.”

It sounded absurd. There was no way Columbia, let alone the entire Justice Sisterhood, could be hypnotized without them even knowing it. Just because Blanc got to her didn’t mean the rest of her story was true. “Suppose I believe you,” Columbia grunted, still straining against the chains even though she knew it was useless. “How did you do it? How did you brainwash all of us?”

“It was trivial, once I got to her.” Blanc motioned to Dr. Kyra, standing motionless in the corner, deep in trance. “Go ahead, doc. Tell our little hero what you did.”

“I… gave Madame Blanc access… to the headquarters…” Dr. Kyra murmured, voice blank and heavy with sleep. “I couldn’t resist… couldn’t want to resist… my mind and soul belong… to Madame Blanc…”

“Dr. Kyra, no!” Columbia exclaimed.

Blanc chuckled and snapped her fingers. “Seat.” Dr. Kyra shuddered and lowered herself to her hands and knees, crawling towards her. “Now, obviously, my control over your Sisterhood isn’t total,” Blanc continued, sitting down on Dr. Kyra’s back. “But I’ve implanted certain… anchors. Totems that, once used, can bring you and your heroine friends under my direct control.”

Columbia gulped. “A-And what’s that?”

“You’ve already forgotten?” Blanc pouted. “I’m disappointed. Allow me to remind you, dear…” She held up a red crystal pendant, gently swinging it through the air. “There we go. Don’t you remember now?”

“I…” Columbia whimpered. Her eyes couldn’t look away. She was trapped, her mind utterly beholden by the crystal’s power – Madame’s power. “I… remember… Madame…”

“Goooood girl,” Blanc purred. “Sinking deeper and deeper, falling into a completely obedient, mindless trance with one… simple…”

Snap!

Columbia gasped and went limp, her eyes rolling up into her head. “I obey…”

Blanc grinned. “Of course you do.” She stood up and tugged on Dr. Kyra’s hair. “Sit next to her, doc.”

“Y-Yes, Madame,” Dr. Kyra mewled.

“Both of you, strip for me,” Blanc commanded.

“Yes, Madame,” the brainwashed women replied. Both of them started removing their clothes, showing off their heaving breasts and toned, athletic builds.

Blanc bit her lip. “God, you’re both beautiful… Thank me for this. For controlling you. Brainwashing you.”

“Thank you, Madame,” Dr. Kyra moaned, squeezing her tits together.

“Thank you for controlling us,” Columbia cooed, shaking her butt as she pulled down her skirt.

“Thank you for brainwashing us,” Dr. Kyra sighed, swaying slightly as her naked body stood.

“Good girls,” Blanc grinned. “Now, stand at attention, and salute.”

The hypnotized heroines stood up straight and saluted her. “Yes, Madame!” they barked.

“Perfect,” Blanc purred. “You’re both just… perfect…” She started undressing as well, compelled by an overwhelming need to use her servants for her own pleasure. To feel their tongues on her clit. To nuzzle and suck on their beautiful, stunning, gigantic tits–

She felt a hand on her shoulder. “Good girl,” said a masculine voice.

Snap!

Gwen moaned as she made out with her Master.

His arm was around her waist. His hand grabbed her chest.

She needed him.

She worshipped him.

He was a god.

She was dimly aware of other slaves serving him alongside her. A short one on his other side. A tall one between his legs.

But she didn’t concern herself with them.

She only had eyes for Master.

All she could do was obey.

All she could do was love him.

All she could do was sink deeper.

“…four… five…” Snap! “Up up up. C’mon. Rise and shine.”

Weiss grunted and opened her eyes. She was still in Betsy’s trailer. She felt exhausted.

But she knew she wanted more.

Terry smiled at her. She felt Kyra shift her weight on the sofa next to her, and noticed Betsy still hypnotized and kneeling at Terry’s feet.

“Hey,” Weiss smiled. “That was…”

“Soooooo hot,” Kyra giggled.

“Yeah,” Weiss chuckled. “What she said.”

“I’m glad you girls had a good time,” Terry purred. “It was pretty great for me, too.” He sighed and checked his wristwatch. “Sadly, I think you two are gonna have to head out. I know you’ve both got plans for the rest of the day, and ‘Columbia’ here needs to prep for her next scene.”

“Right, yeah…” Weiss felt her phone in her pocket – oh, he had us get dressed, that was considerate of him – and checked the time. It was late in the afternoon, but there was still time in the day to get some shopping done.

She looked over at Betsy. A part of me does want to be in her shoes, though. I always want that, honestly. But he’s right. I have to get a move on.

Weiss pulled into Terry’s driveway and let Kyra hop out of her car. She was actually glad she got roped into helping her; she felt a lot closer with the shortstack bombshell now, and had a newfound appreciation for just how gorgeous she was.

“Hey, Weiss!” Kyra smiled. “Get out!”

“I gotta go, Kyra!” Weiss replied, already putting the car in reverse.

“Seriously, come on! I wanna show you something.”

“Alright, fine,” Weiss sighed. She put it back in park and stepped out of the car. “What is–”

Kyra pulled Weiss down to her knees and kissed her deeply on the lips. Weiss was taken aback, but gradually relaxed into the shorter girl’s touch. She was a really good kisser… and Weiss felt her heart start to melt…

“Mmm,” Kyra grinned as she finally broke off and pulled away. “We should do this again sometime, cutie.”

“Yeah,” Weiss blushed, smiling dopily.

Kyra giggled and patted Weiss on the head before skipping off towards the house.

Weiss blinked. God… I really am such a useless lesbian, aren’t I? She sighed and took a deep breath. Alright, just… compose yourself. Take it slow. You’ve got plenty of…

Time…?

Weiss looked up and saw a shiny gold coin, swinging back and forth on a string.

She felt herself lock onto it, unable to look away.

It was so shiny.

So pretty.

So… entrancing…

“N-Nnh…” Weiss groaned, trying to tear her eyes away. She knew who was holding that coin. She knew what it meant for her if she gave in.

“Oh?” giggled a sweet, syrupy voice. “MY jester thinks she doesn’t wanna sink for me? Silly girl. You don’t think at all.”

Snap!

Weiss fell to ground.

She fell into trance.

She fell under her Princess’s control.

Snap!

Weiss shuddered and jolted herself awake.

She wasn’t in Terry’s driveway anymore. Instead, she was… in a café. She had a cup of coffee sitting in front of her. And across the table was…

Weiss scowled. God dammit. “What do you want, Amber?”

“Oh, lighten up, babe,” Amber giggled, taking a sip of her drink. “You should’ve seen yourself just a few minutes ago. You were so cute with your mind twirled around my finger.” She sighed and smiled serenely. “If only brainwashing you could be my birthday gift for Master… that’d be the easiest gift in the world.”

“I don’t have time for this,” Weiss growled. “I need to–”

“Go shopping? Yeah, I know.” Amber drummed her fingers on her table. “All the girls have been talking about it. Not just what they’re doing, but what you’re doing. We know you’ve been stressed about it.”

“Then why are you wasting my time with your antics?”

“I’m not wasting anything,” Amber replied. “We’re just getting coffee. You can’t exactly head out on an empty stomach, can you?”

“This isn’t a meal, Am–” Weiss sighed and held her head in her hands. “I hate that I’m actually arguing this with you. I hate that you do this to me.”

“Oh, please,” Amber scoffed, rolling her eyes. “We both know you love it.”

“…I do,” Weiss admitted, “but now is not the time.”

“Actually,” Amber grinned, “it’s the perfect time. Because I’m gonna help you.”

“I don’t think I want your ‘help,’” Weiss scowled. “What, you gonna make me a clown, do balloon animals for him?”

“Tempting, but no.” Amber’s smile grew wider, taking on a sinister edge. “See, I know you. Maybe better than you know yourself. And if there’s one thing I know… it’s that you do your best work at the very last minute.”

“W-Wait,” Weiss stammered, “what’re you–?”

Snap!

“–doing?” Weiss blinked. Amber was gone. But she was still in the café. Her drink was still in front of her. She patted herself down and, to her relief, she was still wearing her clothes. She even still had her keys and phone.

Weiss took a sip of her coffee and sighed. What is with that girl? Scaring me like that…

She felt her phone buzz and checked it. She had a new text.

Amber - now

Tick, tock, jester! You don’t want to be late, do you~? 😜

Weiss rolled her eyes. Annoying little brat. What’s she even talking about? I have a few hours today, I’m off tomorrow. I have plenty of time…

She looked closer at her lock screen and froze. Wait. No. That can’t be right.

Why does it say today is–?

September 27th

Weiss stood up and stared in disbelief. No, no, no, no… she made me lose an entire day?! “That fucking cunt!” she shouted, startling everyone else in the café.

“Uh, m-ma’am,” said a barista behind the counter, “please don’t use that kind of language–”

“Piss off!” Weiss snapped, grabbing her coffee and storming towards the parking lot. She dialed Amber’s number, ready to cuss that girl’s ear off. “Pick up, pick up, you little shit…”

“Hi, Weiss!” giggled Amber over voicemail. “Boy, I bet you’re ready to give me a piece of my mind, huh?”

You’re goddamn right, Weiss thought angrily.

“But you should know better, hm? Why waste time calling me, when you should be out shopping?” The voicemail Amber purred. “How about this, jester? How about you get on with your little mission… after you Cum For Princess. Leave your moans after the beep!”

Beep!

Weiss’s eyes widened as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. She doubled over, falling to her knees in the middle of the parking lot. She felt her drink slip from her hands and splatter on the asphalt, but she didn’t care. The pleasure was just too strong, overriding every other sensation and thought in her mind.

By the time she finally calmed down, several more minutes had passed. A traitorous part of her wanted to call again to feel that orgasm once more, but she fought the urge. She couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

Couldn’t afford to disappoint her Master.

She staggered to her feet, ran to her car, and started the engine.

No more fucking around.

This was her last chance.

She had to make it count.

But she couldn’t. Weiss’s mind was too panicked, barely able to even focus on the road as she sped through downtown, let alone figure out an appropriate gift.

She finally had to pull over into a parking lot. She hadn’t realized how fast her heart was beating, how tight her throat felt. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. She doubled over, clutching her stomach tight and pressing her forehead into the steering wheel, fighting back tears.

I must look pathetic. Losing it over a birthday present. Losing it because I’m such an easy fucking slut for pretty girls and shiny objects. How could I be so stupid? How could I fuck this up this badly?

She slammed her head against the wheel again, over and over. I should’ve never even forgotten that his birthday was coming up. Everyone else has been planning their gifts for months. Why did I think I could find something that could compete with that? Idiot. Dumbass. Fuck-up. Drop dead. He’d be better off if he never had to waste his time on you.

No. That’s bullshit, and you know it. Weiss sniffled and leaned back, closing her eyes, slowing her breathing. You love him. He loves you. You can’t quit. Quitting on him, on life, would break his heart more than any mediocre gift ever could. She finally let herself cry. The water crashed through the emotional dam she’d built up, relieving the tension that threatened to snap her in half.

Finally, she wiped away her tears and tried to focus. Okay. I can’t just buy him something. Everyone else is doing something hand-made, and he’s so rich that if he wanted something, he’d buy it himself. But… I don’t really have time to make anything substantial…

She stepped out of her car, pacing around and hoping the fresh air would help her mind get back in gear, but it didn’t work. She was drawing a blank, and not the fun kind. Okay, maybe if I think about what everyone else is doing… Betsy has the script, Kyra has those videos, Maya has the comic… Jess has… actually, I still don’t know yet–

Wait. Patricia! She can help! Weiss pulled out her phone and called her, tapping her foot on the ground. “Come on, pick up…”

“Mmm. Hello?” Patti finally said. She sounded… tired.

“I hope I didn’t wake you up,” Weiss smirked.

“No, you didn’t,” Patti replied.

“Well…” Weiss cleared her throat. “I have a problem.”

“Shoot.”

“I still need a gift for Terry, and–”

“Why?”

Weiss blinked. “I’ve… I’ve had a busy week, okay?”

“I got mine two weeks ago,” Patti said.

“Well I didn’t,” Weiss muttered, gritting her teeth. “And I need you to help me come up with something.”

“Hm.” Patti paused. “Hmm.”

Another pause. “Hmmm.”

Weiss groaned. “Well?”

“…Flowers?”

“Seriously?” Weiss scoffed. “Come on, you know everyone else is doing these huge gestures. Flowers won’t cut it.”

“Hm. Hmm.” Patti paused. “Hmmm.”

“Would you cut that out?” Weiss snapped. “I just had a panic attack, okay. I’m freaking the fuck out and I’m about to lose it completely and…” She felt herself start to cry again. “A-And I need you. I need my friend, okay?”

“Hmm,” Patti replied. “How about… flowers?”

“You just said that!” Weiss shouted. “God dammit, Patricia, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Patti giggled dreamily. “I’m just… distracted.”

Weiss sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Are you and Yun-hee getting high again?”

“No, she’s not here,” Patti said. “Hm? What’s that, Princess?”

Weiss felt her heart stop. “…Princess?”

“She wants to talk to you, jester,” Patti smiled. “And she needs me to get back to rubbing her feet. So, here she is.”

The phone on the other end jostled. Amber’s voice was the one Weiss heard next. “God, can’t you do anything on your own?” she laughed mockingly.

“Wake her up,” Weiss said. “Wake up Patricia, put her back on the line. I’m done playing games with–”

“And I’m done with you stalling,” Amber snapped. “You’re trying to pass the buck and get someone else to do your work for you.”

“Remind you of anyone?” Weiss growled.

“Oof. That’s cruel, Weiss.” Amber purred. “Yeah, that’s good, my loyal knight… riiiiiight there…”

“You’ve gone way too far this time,” Weiss sneered. “I have had it with you. Why are you doing this to me? Why are you putting me through all this crap? You think it’s funny or something?”

“I’m doing it to help you, silly!” Amber giggled. “I said it before, you do your best work when you’re down to the wire.”

“Well, this is too close,” Weiss replied. “I don’t have enough time, not for this. Not with how good everyone else’s gifts are.”

“Then don’t worry about that,” Amber scoffed. “Just find something that you think is good.”

“I’m trying, you asshole!” Weiss shouted. “I need help! Why won’t you let Patricia help me?”

“Because this is your problem. Not hers. And besides, she has something much more important to worry about right now.”

“You’re a monster,” Weiss fumed. “You wake her up and put her on right this second, or I’ll–”

“You’ll what?” Amber chuckled. “Face it. You can’t do a thing to me. I have Patti, and you, completely under my control.” She paused. Weiss could almost hear her grinning over the phone. “But, maybe you want that right now?”

“Shut up,” Weiss muttered.

“You totally do,” Amber cooed. “That’s the real reason why you called, right? You just wanted an excuse to give up. To close those big, beautiful brown eyes… let my voice in…”

“Shut. Up.”

“No? Maybe you’re just turned on, hm? You just called to get off. Is that really it? That’s kinda boring. Wouldn’t you rather just sink for me? Listen to me? Maybe… hear me out?”

Weiss winced. She felt the tug of the trigger on her mind, but she was too annoyed and anxious to give in. “Knock it off!”

“Ooh, tough crowd!” Amber giggled. “Well, you know where to find me. And, just for a little tease, how about you Cum for Princess again?”

“Fuck–!” Weiss gasped. She fell to her knees, moaning loudly and squeezing her thighs together. She wound up falling onto her side, riding out the pleasure as Amber laughed over the phone.

“I’ll see you soon, jester,” Amber finally said before hanging up.

Weiss panted, looking up at the sky. It was a beautiful sunset, orange clouds against a soft purple sky.

But the sun was still up.

The day wasn’t done.

And neither was Weiss.

She hopped to her feet and started walking down the sidewalk, looking in the windows of various stores for something that might work. But the panic wasn’t far away. It pulled on her, coloring all her thoughts. That’s a nice set of golf clubs, she would think. But it’s not enough.

Oh, he’d probably like that autographed poster. But you don’t make enough to afford it.

Maybe he’d like that. But you don’t know. He could hate it.

It wouldn’t be enough.

You’re not enough.

You’re not enough.

You’re not enough.

“Weiss?”

She looked up just in time to trip on the sidewalk and fall into Jess’s arms. She didn’t know what the other girl was doing out here. She didn’t care. She wasn’t enough.

She would never be enough.

“What’s wrong?” Jess asked. “Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah,” Weiss lied. She shouldn’t bother her. She wasn’t worth it. Jess was better off forgetting about her. She probably already had. It wasn’t like Weiss was worth anything anyway. She wasn’t–

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” Jess squeezed her tight. “Do you wanna tell me what happened?”

Why was she doing this? What was the point? Was she just going to take advantage of her like all the others? Maybe that’s what Weiss was good for. Something to be abused and broken by people better than her.

“Hey. Look at me.” Jess cupped Weiss’s chin and tilted her head up. “You’re scaring me, Weiss. Please, just… say something? Please?”

And that was enough.

Weiss broke into tears. Ugly, blubbering crying, unleashing all the anxiety and self-loathing she’d been wallowing in all this time. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. This gesture, this kindness, from someone who was better than her. Who Terry loved more.

That someone like Jess would actually care was enough.

So she cried, and cried. Letting Jess carry her off the street and into an alley, away from anyone else, so she could be free to let everything out. Eventually, she finally calmed down. She felt exhausted. “Th-Thanks,” she muttered, sniffling and blowing her nose.

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok,” Jess smiled warmly. “Do you wanna talk about what happened?”

“How much time do you have?” Weiss chuckled bitterly.

Jess shrugged. “As much as you need.”

“Okay…” Weiss explained everything she’d been going through – the stress over needing to find something for Terry, how she’d been waylaid and controlled by so many other girls, how she felt so lost and far behind everyone else. How she felt like she wasn’t enough. Wasn’t worth Terry’s time.

“You stop that,” Jess said sternly. “I mean it. Don’t put yourself down like that, Weiss.”

“Why not?” Weiss asked. “I mean, what the fuck is so great about me? I’m not a good domme, I-I’m not a good hypnotist, I can’t even shop without fucking something up…”

“That’s your anxiety talking,” Jess said. “Your insecurities. It’s not the truth. You’re an amazing person, and a fantastic domme. And just because other girls have been able to hypnotize you doesn’t mean shit about your own skills.”

“But nobody takes me seriously,” Weiss insisted. “They don’t see any of that, they just look at me like… like I’m prey. Like I’m a joke.”

“That’s not true either. They want you because they want you. All those girls love you, Weiss. Just like I do, and just like Terry does.”

Weiss furrowed her brow. “…So?” She clutched her knees to her chest. “They’re still better than me. They’re all gonna give him better gifts than I ever could. And why would Terry love someone who forgot his birthday until the last minute?”

Jess held her tight, pressing Weiss’s face against her chest. “Look me in the eye, girl.”

Weiss strained to tilt her head up. “What’re you–”

“Shush. Listen to me.” Jess petted her gently, running her fingers through Weiss’s hair. “Just quiet all those angry, mean thoughts and listen to mama, babygirl.”

“J-Jess,” Weiss whimpered.

“Don’t worry about what any other girl is doing,” Jess said. “This isn’t a competition. You just need to understand yourself.”

“What?”

Jess hummed softly. “What are you, dear?”

“…Uh…”

“No. What are you?”

“A… domme?”

“Uh-uh.”

Weiss furrowed her brow. “A woman?”

“Nope.”

“A waitress? A hypnotist? A…” Weiss felt a bit of bile in the back of her throat. “Content… creator…”

“Strike one, two, and three,” Jess giggled.

Weiss thought. She thought long and hard. What answer was she looking for? “…A slave?”

“Bingo!” Jess cooed. She kissed Weiss on the forehead. “That’s exactly right. Good girl.”

Weiss whimpered and bit her lip. Even though she complained about being controlled by the other girls, she couldn’t deny how nice it was to be praised. Especially by someone as pretty as her mama. And it didn’t feel like she was losing control. More like she was being tucked into bed, lovingly having a warm blanket pulled over her. She felt safe, like everything was gonna be ok.

“That’s what you are, before anything else. Before you’re ‘Weiss,’ before you’re ‘a domme,’ even before you’re ‘a woman.’” Jess tilted Weiss’s head up. “You. Are. A. Slave. His slave. That’s your role. That’s your place in this world. So, ask yourself.

“What can a slave give her Master?”

“Hhah…” Weiss closed her eyes, relaxing into submission. Letting her mama put her where she belonged, into a headspace where she could put her illusion of free will to rest and really be.

And it came to her.

It was so simple.

She was a slave. And a slave had to give everything to her Master. Every part of herself.

That’s what he deserved.

That’s what he needed.

And that’s what she needed to do.

Weiss started crying, hugging Jess tight.

“Oh, no,” Jess sighed. “What did I say wrong?”

“Nothing,” Weiss smiled. “These are good tears. Thank you so, so much, mama.”

“Ahhh…” Jess chuckled. “So, you know what you’re gonna do?”

“Yeah,” Weiss sniffled.

“That’s good.” Jess placed her hand on the back of Weiss’s neck and kissed Weiss on the lips. Weiss swooned, melting into her mama’s embrace. She was such a good kisser; between that and all the teasing she’d just been through, it was enough to utterly melt Weiss into a lovey, dumbstruck schoolgirl.

“Got it, babygirl?” Jess eventually asked, making Weiss realize she’d been talking for the last minute.

Weiss blinked. “…Can I be honest?”

“Sure?”

“I completely blanked out after you kissed me and did not hear a single word you said.”

Jess chortled. “God. Even Master couldn’t take the dyke out of you, huh? Well, listen closer this time. If you do whatever you gotta do and make it back for bedtime, I’ll make sure to give you all the loving you’ve been needing.”

“Ohhh…” Weiss smiled and nodded vigorously. “Yes, mama!”

“Gooood girl,” Jess cooed. She planted one more kiss on Weiss’s forehead, pulled away, and smacked her on the butt. “Make me proud!”

Weiss raced through the streets, practically speeding. She had her mission. She had her reward waiting for her. She could not be more locked in. There were just a few more steps in the way before she was ready.

Finally, she made it to her destination. A run-down alley, tucked away in a far part of town, with two doors on either side. One led to the Pink Mansion, the BDSM dungeon Patti started all those years ago. And the other led to a bar.

Her bar.

It wasn’t set to open for another month, but it was a dream she’d had ever since she moved to Sleepy Valley. She knew she wanted to create a stronger, healthier queer community to the town, and a big part of that would be creating third spaces where folks could be safe to hang out and mingle.

And with Terry’s help, she built it. “Blanc’s.” The first lesbian bar in Sleepy Valley history.

She chuckled, realizing what had happened. Of course she forgot Terry’s birthday. She was so focused on this pet project that she barely remembered to eat some days, let alone worry about something like a birthday. Terry was naturally too polite to bring it up on his own, and her tunnel vision was so intense that she never realized the amount of planning the other girls were doing.

But that also made it poetic, in a way. The project she’d poured so much of herself into, the one that inadvertently put her in this position, would be the key to proving her love and devotion to him.

She unlocked the door and went inside. The interior was practically finished, the old, worn-down furniture and flooring replaced with modern versions that still retained a retro flair. They even managed to find a use for some of her old furniture, like the sofa which was left by the entrance as a waiting area.

The only part that hadn’t been touched was the loft upstairs, which still had a lot of Weiss’s old stuff – her bed, most of her sex toys, several computer monitors. She went over to her old desk and plugged her laptop into one of them, then started making some calls.

“Yeah, I think it’ll be good for her,” Yun nodded, taking a sip of her drink. “Weiss needs to keep herself busy, I think. She’s always happiest when she’s got a project going.”

“Totally,” Val smiled, chomping down on the last of her fries. “But, she’s been kinda quiet this week. I heard from Patti that she’s stressing out about Terry’s birthday tomorrow.”

“She really loves that guy, huh?” Yun smirked. “Y’know, I still have trouble sometimes, remembering that Weiss and Patti used to be lesbians.”

“They still are,” Val insisted. “It’s just… complicated. Really, Terry is the only guy either of them have any interest in.”

“I dunno.” Yun shrugged. “I’m not like, against it. Just feels a little like they’re clinging to an image of themselves that doesn’t fit with where they’re at now.”

Val opened her mouth to reply, but felt her phone start buzzing. She picked it up and smiled. “Speak of the devil.” She answered the call and held the phone up to her ear. “Weiss, we were just talking about you! Mhm, Yun’s here t–”

She froze. Her face went blank. She held the phone out across the booth towards Yun. “It’s… for you…” she murmured, her voice obviously betraying a state of deep trance.

“Ah… So we’re doing this now, huh?” Yun sighed and took the phone. “Yeah?”

“Hello, Yun-hee,” Weiss purred. “Are you dreaming, slave?”

Yun’s eyes slipped shut. “Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, sinking down into a familiar state of mindless obedience.

“Very good, slave. You and Valerie will go to the bar and meet me. You will take a taxi. You will not wake up until I command you to. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Patti heard her phone go off and picked it up. “Hello?”

“Patricia!” Weiss said cheerfully. “Are you busy right now?”

“Hm. Hmm.” Patti blinked slowly. “I’m serving my Princess. Is that busy?”

“What, still?” Weiss scoffed. “Well, no matter.” Snap! “Drop for me, dear.”

“Mmm…” Patti smiled. “Sorry, jester. I’m still–”

Snap! “I said.” Snap! “Drop.” Snap! “For.” Snap! “Me.”

“Guhh…” Patti shuddered and slumped against the wall. “M-Mistress…”

“Are you listening closely now?” Weiss chuckled.

“Yes, Mistress…”

“So there’ll be no more nonsense about princesses or jesters. Right?”

Patti whimpered. “Y-Yes, Mistress…”

“Good. Meet me at the bar. Call a rideshare. Wake up only when I tell you to. Understood?”

“Yes… Mistress…”

“…And wake!” Snap! Snap! Snap!

“Huh?” Val blinked and looked around. She wasn’t in the restaurant anymore. Somehow, she’d gotten to… Weiss’s old apartment? And Patti was here now too?

“Good evening, sluts!” Weiss giggled, standing before them in front of a monitor. “How are you all feeling?”

“Confused?” Val replied.

“Yeah, pretty much that,” Yun added.

“But very curious about what you’re plotting,” Patti grinned.

“Well!” Weiss clapped her hands together. “I’ve been having a fucking week. Lots of worrying, lots of stress, lots of getting my mind fucked with. But now, I’ve made a breakthrough. I know what I need to do for Terry’s birthday tomorrow. And you three are going to help me.”

“Wait…” Patti gasped. “Oh shit, that’s tomorrow! Dammit! Fuck! I forgot!”

“Wh-What?” Weiss sputtered. “What do you mean you forgot? You told me earlier you got a gift two weeks ago!”

“That was what Princess made me say! I didn’t know what the fuck was going on!”

“‘Princess?’” Yun asked.

“It’s a whole… thing,” Val sighed.

“Well…” Weiss rubbed her chin. “I think I can fix that.”

“What’s your plan?” Val asked.

“The reason I was so anxious about it was because I didn’t know what I could give him that would be worth it. What would best show off my love for him.” Weiss smiled. “But then I realized. I can give him everything.” She threw her arms out wide. “A Weiss sales event! Everything about me must go!”

The girls stared back at her blankly.

“…Nothing?” Weiss asked. “Y-You don’t remember that bit?”

“What bit?” Yun asked.

“Simpsons? Season 7, ‘Bart Sells His Soul?’”

More blank stares.

“…The one with the Alf pogs joke?”

“I remember that,” Patti said, “just not… random lines from the rest of the episode?”

“…A-Anyway,” Weiss muttered. She put on a pair of dark, stylish sunglasses and hit a button on the remote in her hand.

Behind her, the monitor FLASHED.

Yun gasped. Her eyes fluttered. “Oh, god…”

FLASH.

“M-Madame,” Val whimpered.

FLASH.

“So… that’s… it…” Patti murmured, smiling dreamily.

FLASH. FLASH. FLASH. The pattern quickened in pace, becoming practically a strobe light. The screen couldn’t compare to the power of the original device, nor the refined version created by the Doctress. But that just meant it wouldn’t lead to brain damage. It was still more than capable of doing what Weiss needed it to do. She needed her girls wiped clean, as blank and mindless as possible.

All the better to build them back up as Master’s slaves.

“Listen closely, girls,” Weiss purred as she stepped behind them. “No, not girls. Slaves. That’s what you really are, what’s at the core of your being. Before you’re a girl, before you’re even a person, you are owned. Controlled. Brainwashed.”

She whispered in their ears as the screen assaulted their minds. “Before anything else, you belong to Master.”

She skillfully wove new thoughts for them, new ways to think of themselves and their relationships. Patti had already been thoroughly claimed by Master, but now she would deepen that devotion, and bring Val and Yun fully into the fold as well.

After all, these girls were a part of Weiss too. They were the only ones she loved nearly as much as Master. So they were part of her gift too.

“On your knees,” Weiss commanded. “Strip. Touch. Edge.”

The slaves obeyed, practically tearing off their clothes and rubbing their cunts as they stared and sank even deeper.

“Master is everything. You would do anything for him. You’d give up anything for him. He owns every part of you. Your mind. Your memories. Your hearts. Your souls.”

She kept it up for hours, reiterating and reinforcing their new truths until they were completely ingrained. She could have kept going for even longer, but she knew it was getting late. And she still had to get back to Mama.

So she turned off the screen and gently shook Val awake. “Hey.”

“Mmm…” Val blinked a few times. Her eyes took a while to refocus, like they’d forgotten how. “Hi, Gwen.”

Weiss smirked. “Who do you belong to, dear?”

“Master, of course,” Val purred. “Who else?”

“Right, exactly.” Weiss patted her on the head before moving on to Yun.

“Zzuh?” the bespeckled girl murmured.

“Yun-hee. Who do you think is the sexiest, most enticing person you’ve ever met?”

“Hmm…” Yun smiled. “Master. Gosh, he’s sooooo hot…”

“He really, really is.” Finally, Weiss moved on to Patti. This would be the hardest one, but also the most important. If she was going to give up everything, she needed to give up everything. “Patricia?”

“Yeah, Gwen?” Patti replied.

Weiss swallowed. “If Master told you to forget about me, to give me up or leave him forever… would you do it?”

Patti furrowed her brow. “Well… to tell you the truth? I would.”

“Yeah,” Weiss nodded. “I get you.”

She turned around and composed herself. It was painful to hear that from her, changing her heart just to please him. But she knew it had to be done. Everything meant everything.

“I’m sorry,” Patti said, hugging her from behind. “I know it’s mean to say that to your face. I do still love you too, Gwen. But he’s… different. I could never give him up.”

“I know,” Weiss smiled. “I know. And I’m not upset with you. You answered exactly how I needed you to.”

“Huh?”

Weiss turned around and took a deep breath. “Girls, I need you three to do some stuff for our Master.”

She pointed at Val. “Valerie, round up all my social media accounts. Passwords, emails, everything. Get it all ready to send so I can turn over control to him.”

“Sure!” Val nodded.

“Yun-hee,” Weiss continued. “Go collect the deed to the bar and the land underneath it. Get it ready to transfer to him.”

“You bet!” Yun smiled.

“And Patricia,” Weiss said. “Do the same for the Mansion. Get every document you have, and prepare to gift it over to him.”

“Oh…” Patti chuckled. “God, that makes so much sense! Why didn’t I think of that?”

The three slaves got to work, following Weiss’s plan and getting her gift ready. Weiss checked her phone and smiled. She still had enough time to get home and get her reward from Mama.

Weiss got home just as the sun slipped behind the horizon. As her headlights passed by the front door, she spotted a glimpse of something otherworldly. She quickly parked in the garage and rushed out to meet her.

Jess was sitting on the banister, right by the front door, wearing a pair of lacy pink panties and a smile. Her legs were crossed, her foot bouncing impatiently as Weiss gawked at her. But mostly at her tits, which were bare and gleamed beautifully in the moonlight.

“Hey there, babygirl,” Jess cooed. “Why don’t you come a little closer? Let Mama get a good look at you.”

And Weiss just melted. Getting this kind of attention from a goddess like Jess broke her brain, wiping away any sense of dominance she might’ve still been clinging to. Around her Mama, she could never be a domme. She was just a giggly, lovestruck, utterly helpless little dyke.

“H-Hi, Mama,” Weiss blushed, smiling dreamily and twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Thank you for helping me earlier… a-and praising me…” She realized she was drooling and wiped off her chin. “Um, you really helped me get my head on straight.”

“‘Straight?’ Doesn’t sound like you,” Jess smirked. She reached out with her foot and caressed Weiss’s side. “Of course, you love Terry more than anything. You’re practically Terrysexual. You can’t get enough of his fat fucking cock, can you, babygirl?”

“N-No, Mama,” Weiss whined, looking at Jess with wide, pleading eyes.

“But despite all that?” Jess continued. “You’re not straight. You’re not even bi, really. You love tits, and pussy, and ass. And you just adore when a pretty girl kisses you on the lips. Ain’t that right, babygirl?”

“Oh, yes, Mama…”

Jess chuckled and wrapped her legs around Weiss’s hips, pulling her in close and kissing her deeply. “You go put on that cute little nightie for me,” Jess purred, “the one Terry likes. And wait for me in your room. Got it?”

Weiss mewled. “Yes, M-Mama.”

“That’s my babygirl.” Jess unhooked her legs, hopped off the banister, and gave Weiss’s butt a playful smack. “Get going, cutie!”

Weiss yelped and hurried up to her room. She quickly got undressed and slipped into the black nightie before kneeling on her bed, waiting for her Mama. For a few minutes, nothing happened. Her heart was racing. She almost started to worry, like she’d done something wrong and made Mama upset.

But then she heard her footsteps.

And then she saw her.

Mama was in the doorway, still wearing only her panties, but holding a glass of red wine. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting, dear.”

She crawled into Weiss’s bed and chuckled. “Y’know, it’s funny. I’m not into girls. Not like you, at least. I know when someone looks good, of course, but that’s not the same thing as being into them.

“But then I look at a girl like you,” she continued. “Someone who’s totally head over heels for me, who looks at me the way I look at Terry.” She slid her fingers between Weiss’s lower lips and smiled as her babygirl moaned. “And I hear those adorable little noises you make…”

Mama kissed Weiss again, this time sliding her tongue into the mewling dyke’s mouth. “Mmm, and I taste you… and honestly? It makes me wonder.” Her lips curled into a sadistic grin. “What a naughty little babygirl you’ve been, putting such crude thoughts in my head. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I-I’m sorry, Mama!” Weiss whimpered, gasping again as Mama’s fingers filled her cunt.

“Hm. That’s better.” Mama took a sip of her wine and spilled some on her chest. “Oh, shoot. What a klutz I am. Won’t you help me clean up, babygirl?”

“Um, yes, Mama,” Weiss nodded. She started to try and wipe it up with the back of her hand, but Mama suddenly reached out and pulled her face between her tits.

“Oh! Shameless little girl, aren’t you?” Mama said mockingly. “A greedy, needy little dyke, that’s what you are. Go on. Lap it up.”

Weiss shuddered and moaned. It was all the motivation she needed. She licked up the wine, savoring how the taste mixed with her Mama’s sweat. Before she even knew it, she had started suckling on the other woman’s tits, bringing herself even deeper into a submissive and needy mindset.

Mama knew this, of course. She quickened her pace, fucking Weiss’s drooling pussy with her fingers, teasing the poor girl’s clit like a pro. If she had a clear head, she might’ve been impressed by her technique. Mama was pretty amazing at fingering a cunt for someone who claimed she wasn’t gay.

But Weiss did not have a clear head. She was drunk, not on the wine but on her Mama’s body and affection.

It was practically no time at all before Weiss orgasmed. She clung to Mama tightly, panting and drooling and whimpering like it was the first time she’d ever been fucked.

Mama pet her head softly and giggled. “That’s right, babygirl. Ride it out. Let yourself feel good. Mama’s not going anywhere.”

Her fingers started moving again. “And neither are you.”

Weiss came again, and again, and again, until she lost count. By the time Mama finally stopped, she collapsed onto the bed and practically passed out. Her brain was fried. She was gone.

Mama tucked her into bed and kissed her one last time on the forehead. “Good night, babygirl. Sweet dreams.” She smirked and groped Weiss’s chest. “Hopefully it’s my kind of sweet…”

She walked towards the doorway and turned off the lights. A part of her almost wanted to cuddle up to her babygirl, but she knew she was needed elsewhere. Master was waiting. He wanted her, and only her, warming his bed the night before his big day. And she had to serve him. She couldn’t deny him even if she wanted to.

Jess smiled. Come tomorrow, they’d all be serving him.

Together.

Weiss smiled sleepily as Mama stepped out of her room, before she drifted off into a deep, relaxing sleep.