In her dreams, she felt something pulling on her mind.

It was a sound. A voice. She couldn’t make out what it was saying, or even who it belonged to. But it made her feel so full of love, and joy, and adoration… she knew. She knew it was Master.

And she knew she was being hypnotized.

It felt so good, so real, even though the voice assured her this was only a dream. She felt herself get out of bed, the soft carpet beneath her feet, and his hands slipping underneath her nightie and cupping her breasts. She smiled. She loved being used. That was a slave’s purpose, after all.

She felt something slip around her neck. Her collar. The gold nametag gently resting against her skin as it hung from the loop. A sign that she was owned. Controlled. His mindless, blank, empty, obedient hypnoslave. His lips locked with hers. Her heart swooned. She felt so safe, so blissed out and dizzy and lovestruck. Just like she did with Jess, but more. Jess was beautiful. Jess was a goddess.

But Master was more. A mere goddess was nothing compared to him.

She rested her head against his chest. She purred happily as he pet her hair, her back. She felt his warmth, his scent. He whispered something to her. She whispered something back. She didn’t know what she was saying, but she knew she didn’t have to worry. She was only dreaming, after all. She could let the details slide past her.

Her hands rose out in front of her as she started to walk. Slowly, languidly, like she was wading through water. She wasn’t directing her movements. She was being moved, like a puppet or a doll. She realized what she looked like – a hypnotized little girl, marching on the orders of a powerful hypnotist. She smiled even wider. It was so nice to give in to what she really was.

She noticed other girls around her, all sleepwalking to the same destination. But she didn’t mind. This was only a dream. There was nothing wrong with seeing other girls in her dreams. She just needed to walk, through the halls, out the door, and onto the bus.

Bus? She almost started to wonder what was going on. Why was there a bus? How did Master get one? But then she remembered she was dreaming. Strange things happened all the time in dreams. She didn’t need to worry. She was just dreaming of being hypnotized. Or hypnotized to dream. Whichever Master wanted it to be.

She got on board and slumped into a seat about halfway towards the back. The rest of the bus quickly filled up, other girls in pajamas or underwear or just naked sitting down in empty seats all around her. One of them even sat next to her – Lucy, she slowly recognized. The other girl was wearing her collar too, paired with only a t-shirt that strained against her large breasts.

Something tickled in the back of Weiss’s mind. She blinked. She felt… more awake. A little bit. Not enough to question or think about what was happening, but enough to really notice how pretty Lucy was. How sexy she was. How much Weiss wanted her.

Lucy seemed to feel the same way. A moment later, the two girls started to make out, lips locked together as their hands roamed each other’s bodies. They needed each other. Weiss moved down, kissing the sleeping girl’s chin, her neck, her collarbone. Lucy whimpered. She hadn’t felt this kind of attention from a woman in a while, maybe ever. And she was loving it.

Weiss heard moans and whimpers from other girls in the bus and smiled. All of them were overcome with this need. This desire for each other. It made her feel so warm and fuzzy, being part of one collective group that was in love with each other and their Master. It didn’t matter if they were normally attracted to women or not. When they were this deep, they could love anyone. They’d love because Master told them to. They’d love because loving meant pleasing him.

But soon, they all felt sleep overcome them again. Weiss drifted off, Lucy curled up in her arms, as the bus started to drive away.

But the dream continued. Weiss felt herself filter in and out of it, over and over again, until the bus came to a gentle stop. She and Lucy and everyone else floated out onto a beach, with a boat docked off in the distance. She realized that it was the same beach she’d just been at a few days ago, with Maya. That made sense. It was a dream. She was dreaming about a memory.

Master’s voice filled their minds again. The girls marched onto the boat, sitting next to new people. Weiss wound up next to Violet. It wasn’t long until they, too, were overcome with their desire for their slave-sisters. Weiss knew they looked hot, two beautiful goth babes making out, lost in each other.

Over the moans of the girls, Weiss faintly heard the sound of waves and a motor gently running.

The next time Weiss noticed something, she wasn’t sure whether she was still in the same dream. She was still surrounded by the other girls, but now they were in… a movie theater? She smiled. She liked movies. There was something strangely familiar about the room, though. The idea of an island flickered through her mind for some reason.

The screen lit up.

It was still the same dream.

Weiss gasped as the red-and-black spiral, Master’s spiral, swirled in front of her entire field of vision. She fell into it. She was helpless. Mindless. Blank. Empty. Obedient.

She was hypnotized.

Everyone was hypnotized.

Everyone was falling.

Everyone was dreaming.

Dreaming of the spiral.

Dreaming of Master.

And dreaming of the dream.

September 28^th

Morning. Weiss rolled over and nuzzled the girl next to her. She felt peaceful. Warm. Contented. She’d had such a lovely dream.

But… why was there another girl in her bed?

She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. She didn’t recognize it. The mattress underneath her was unfamiliar, too. She sat up, blinking, eyes adjusting to the morning light.

The room was massive, like a gymnasium. The floor was soft and padded, divided up into squares – no, not divided. The floor was covered in mattresses, and quite comfortable ones at that. But it was hard to see them with all the naked women lying on top.

Weiss recognized them, of course. They were her sisters. Her fellow slaves. A couple of them seemed to be woken up already, but most of them were still asleep. But they all had one thing in common.

They were all wearing their collars.

“Mmm…” One of the girls next to Weiss stirred. She looked down and finally recognized them: Patti and Amber. Patti’s eyes fluttered open and found Weiss. She smiled. “Morning, babe.”

“Good morning, darling,” Weiss purred. She kissed her girlfriend on the forehead. “It’s the big day.”

“Yeah…” Patti sighed. “And I… ran out of time to get my gift. Might’ve had more, if somebody didn’t commandeer me to work on hers.”

Weiss giggled. “Well, you should’ve remembered. And besides, you’re giving him the Mansion. That’s not nothing.”

“True, but… that’s still part of your gift, kinda.” For a moment, Patti seemed like she might be upset. But then her expression softened. She closed her eyes and smiled dreamily. “Still, I’m glad I could help. You were really stressed out. I was worried about you.”

“Thank you.” Weiss hugged her tightly, just as the other girl lying with her started to move too.

“Hm?” Amber sat up and smirked at them. “Hey, there. How’re my little court sluts doing this morning?”

“Amber…” Weiss frowned. She… should be angry at her. That girl nearly ruined her chance to find a gift for Master. She humiliated, embarrassed, and bullied her at every turn.

But the anger wasn’t there. All she felt was… love.

Weiss pulled Amber in close and kissed her on the lips. “Good morning, Princess.”

“Good morning, jester,” Amber smiled. “And to you too, my knight.”

“My liege,” Patti chuckled. “God, I do kinda love when you do that to me. That simple, pure kind of devotion… it’s fun. And I like how you made me fuck with Weiss on the phone the other day.”

“Hm,” Weiss hummed. “Hmmm.”

“Hmmmmmmm,” Patti added, breaking out into giggles.

Weiss laughed too. It was funny, at least now, removed from it. She remembered how anxious and scared she was at the time, but that felt like years ago somehow.

Another girl nearby groaned and sat up. “Keep it down, please,” Lotta yawned. “I’m… huh…?” She looked around. “Where are we? So that… that wasn’t a dream, was it?”

“Wait, you had the same one?” Weiss asked. “With the bus and the boat and the movie theater?”

“Yeah…” Lotta scratched her head. “Oh, and I left my laptop at home… Now how am I gonna show him my video?”

“I’m sure it’ll work out,” Amber smiled. “He can’t be mad at you if he’s the one who took you out here, right?”

“True,” Lotta nodded. “You’re right.” She crawled over and hugged Amber tightly. “Mmm… I never noticed, but… you look pretty in the light like this…”

“So do you,” Amber giggled, running a hand through Lotta’s hair. “Those Nooz shows don’t do you justice.” She kissed the taller woman on the lips and moaned.

“I… think we should give them some privacy,” Patti whispered as Lotta leaned forward and pressed her body against Amber’s.

“Yes, let’s,” Weiss nodded. Odd… I never would’ve put those two together…

Weiss and Patti were astonished as they explored… wherever this was. The halls were lavish, the marble floors gleaming in the morning sun, with beautiful art adorning the walls. I recognize some of these pieces… that can’t be a real Picasso, can it? Shit, in a place this nice, maybe it is…

Eventually they entered a large foyer, with some luxurious couches spread around. Several of Master’s other slaves were there, like Hana.

The bespeckled girl smiled and held up a mug of coffee. “Morning. Coffee’s waiting in the kitchen.”

“Oh, thank god,” Weiss muttered, walking off in the direction Hana motioned towards. She filled up her own mug and sat down next to her. It was the best cup of coffee Weiss had ever had.

“So, do you know what this place is?” Hana asked. “It’s beautiful… I didn’t know Terry had a place like this.”

A memory flickered through Weiss’s mind. She’d been here before. Or… a part of her had? But she knew. This was Goddess Fawn’s island.

She smiled. That makes sense. Where else would you spend your birthday, if you had access to a private island? It’s obvious. A nice spot, a home away from home, surrounded by ocean waves and your favorite girls.

“Good morning,” Francesca said as her bare feet pattered up to them. “Any of you know where we are?”

“Master’s wife, Fawn, owns the place,” Weiss explained. “It’s a private island.”

Patti whistled appreciatively. “Shit. I guess I’ve been taking ‘fuck the rich’ a bit literally, huh?”

“Funny.” Francesca sat down next to Weiss. “I’ve heard about her. I think she’s a hypnotist, too. She’s supposed to be even better than Master…” She smiled, twirling her hair with her finger. “I wonder what it feels like… to have her playing with my mind…”

Weiss blinked. “I… thought you didn’t believe in hypnosis?”

“Huh?” Francesca looked at her blankly. “What are you talking about? We’re Master’s hypnoslaves. Obviously I’ve been hypnotized. We all have.”

“Yeah…” Weiss nodded. “Of course. We’re hypnoslaves. We love being hypnotized. That’s normal.”

“So true,” Hana sighed, smiling dreamily. “I love it when Master hypnotizes me…”

“It’s the best,” Patti purred. “He makes me feel so good… better than anyone ever has…”

The rest of the harem filtered in over the next hour or so. Everyone was chatting happily, loving and enjoying each other’s company. But they all had a question on their minds: Where was Master? They all wanted to show him their love… and give him their gifts, of course.

But soon, he made his grand entrance. A pair of large doors at the end of the foyer opened. Master walked out, with Jess on one arm and Fawn on the other. Both of them were naked. Both of them were collared. And both of them were deeply, blissfully in love with their man.

Weiss and the rest of the harem clapped and cheered for them. She smiled. It was nice to see them so happy. It felt right. They were his slavegirls. It made perfect sense.

“Thank you, thank you,” Master smiled. “I’m glad we’re all here together. Makes the extra number go down a little easier.” He chuckled. “Now, I know you all have your gifts, and we’ll get to those later, but… I believe one of you doesn’t have anything.”

“Crap,” Patti muttered. She walked forward and knelt down on the floor, bowing her head. “I’m sorry, Master! Please forgive me!”

“Whoa, hey, it’s alright,” Master said. He knelt down and patted her on the shoulder. “I’m not mad. I know how deeply you care about me. You don’t need a present to show me.”

Patti breathed a sigh of relief.

“But…”

“…b-but?”

“You do need to be punished for it,” Master grinned. “So you remember not to forget next time.” He turned to Fawn. “Honey?”

“You’ve got it, Master,” Fawn smiled. She stepped forward grabbed Patti by the hair. “Sleep.”

Patti moaned as she sank down into trance.

Fawn got the other girls to help her tie Patti up and suspend her from the ceiling. Those ropes were real – and the same shade as Honkers’ logo, naturally – but the final piece was all in the girl’s head. A gag, invisible to all but her, which kept her drooling and fuzzy-headed.

Master encouraged everyone to “punish” her for her transgression, but they all knew he meant it more lightly. He didn’t want her beaten or seriously harmed. Just teased. Edged, maybe. She couldn’t cum, of course. That was reserved for the girls who remembered to bring a gift.

But Patti wasn’t the only slave being played with. All the girls enjoyed each other’s bodies, playing and loving each other freely. Weiss realized, after a while, that they must be under some suggestion to feel more lovey-dovey towards each other. To put aside any of their petty grievances and simply be happy.

That didn’t mean they were all equals, of course. Fawn got a lot of attention, being the most mysterious and beautiful of all the women under Master’s spell. Her hypnotic skills were put to the test, with about half the girls in the harem eagerly volunteering to be put under her control.

Weiss took her turn too, naturally. She went under in seconds. Goddess Fawn brought her deep, deeper than she had been in a while, maybe ever. No thoughts, no mind, no will. Even the flickers of ego she had under Master’s control were absent under Goddess.

She awoke underneath the Goddess’s posterior. A human throne. It was such an honor! She could scarcely believe Goddess had deemed her worthy enough to be so close to her! Her divine flesh was pressed right against Weiss’s back. It would’ve made her go weak in her arms and legs, but she knew she had to stay stable. She had to be a good throne. Goddess deserved nothing less.

She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, that another follower was next to her, serving as Goddess’s footrest. Amber. To see her Princess brought so low was…

Weiss blinked. Princess? Where had that come from? Amber was just another follower. Another slave. Another servant of the Goddess. They were both utterly content, utterly delighted to be the Goddess’s furniture.

Until, that is, they were finally woken up. The two girls groaned and clutched their knees. Fawn had given them some towels to rest on, but kneeling for so long still hurt like a bitch.

Lunch helped ease the pain a little. A few of the girls were assigned cooking duty, whipping up some excellent hibachi steak with Triss’s desserts at the end. Cookies, homemade, with cinnamon and white chocolate chips. She managed to make something truly delicious. Master was proud.

The rest of the day was a blur. She remembered being outside, enjoying the island’s beach, which was just as gorgeous as the compound. Maya was out on the waves, along with a few other girls. She was teaching them to surf – naked, of course, just like the video she made for Master. The others kept wiping out, but they didn’t seem frustrated at all.

Later. The sun was lower. Master was driving around his car, the one Francesca had fixed up. She was in the passenger seat with him, of course, laughing and clinging onto him as he sped around the test track. How big was this island, anyway…?

Later still. Night. The girls were all huddled around a bonfire on the beach, roasting marshmallows and hot dogs. Another woman sat down next to Weiss, one she couldn’t quite remember. “Hey there, Blanc,” the woman chuckled.

“Huh?” Weiss gasped. “H-How do you know about… wait… Doctress?”

“It’s ‘Maggie,’ actually,” the woman laughed. Her auburn hair was tied up in a messy bun, with her green eyes framed by her round glasses. “Master’s second wife. I’m glad I ran into you, actually. I’ve got a bit of a problem. Was wondering if you can help?”

“Oh, uh… sure!”

“Great!” Maggie held up a penlight and flashed it in Weiss’s face. “Mind going blank for me, kitty?”

“Wha…” Weiss sank into trance before she knew it. She was cuddled tight in Maggie’s arms while the scientist whispered into her mind, scritching behind her ears.

Weiss blinked. She was still on the beach. She looked up at Maggie, who said some boring human words. Weiss rolled her eyes. She should know better. Kitties didn’t speak human. Still, she looked cute. Weiss nuzzled Maggie’s leg, purring happily.

Maggie whistled and patted her thigh. Jay came over, wagging her puppy tail and sticking her tongue out happily. Weiss noticed she was hard. Maggie grinned at the kitty and flashed a pretty light into her eyes…

She woke up with her face pressed down in the sand, Jay rutting into her and howling. Weiss mewled and meowed. It felt… strange, being a cat fucked by a dog. But she knew Maggie was there. She knew she was just a pet. Humans told her what to do.

Weiss shuddered and opened her eyes. It was… another morning? It must have been another day, but she didn’t mind. She merely noticed the change.

Another blur of a day. Gabby performed a gymnastics routine for Master, flipping between bars and… whatever the long walking things were called. Weiss didn’t know much about gymnastics. She did know enough to tell that Gabby’s display was rather lewd, though, and not just because the girl was naked.

Once it was finished, Gabby shuddered and closed her eyes. When they were open again, Poppy was in control. She said she was ready to show Master her gift. Her eyes flicked over to Weiss.

She couldn’t remember what happened after that. Weiss woke up hours later, with sore joints and drenched in sweat.

Later still. Everyone was packed into the movie theater again. Lotta was premiering her documentary. She stood up at the front of the room and cleared her throat. “Hi! So, this is a project I’ve been working on for the better part of a year. It was rewarding to use my skills for Master, even though it was… kinda exhausting…” She laughed nervously “But still, rewarding! A-And I hope you all like it!”

She stepped aside as the lights dimmed. A video came up, what looked like behind-the-scenes footage of a shoot Lotta had gone on some time ago.

“When I first met my Master, it was for a story,” Lotta narrated. “Honkers was celebrating its first anniversary in Sleepy Valley, and they were holding a big celebration. Discounts, a block party, the works. I’d been assigned to cover it, and interview him for the story.”

The video showed Terry pinning a microphone to his shirt collar as Lotta sat down across from him. “You guys only have one camera?” he asked, looking down the lens. “I thought you’d have two, for that reverse shot kinda stuff.”

“We film those later, actually,” the in-person Lotta explained, only her shoulder visible in the shot. “We just get some shots of me asking the questions or pretending to react to what you’re saying, and we splice them in.”

“Huh…” Terry chuckled. “Movie magic, huh?”

“But that wasn’t the kind of magic I felt on that day,” the narrator Lotta continued. “As the interview drew to a close, he said something to me. I didn’t know it at the time, but it would change the course of my entire life.”

“Would you mind if we tried something for the reverse angle?” Terry asked.

“Uh…” Lotta shrugged. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” Terry smiled, “I have a… hobby. An interest, you could say. In hypnosis.”

Lotta chuckled incredulously. She leaned over in her chair, staring down the camera. “How do I keep getting stories like this?”

“You don’t have to use it!” Terry laughed. “I just wanna try it.”

“Yeah? Why me?”

Terry grinned. “Well, who wouldn’t like to play around with a woman as beautiful as you?”

“Charmer.” Lotta sighed. “I’m gonna regret this… alright, fine, let’s try it.”

“You won’t regret it,” Terry reassured her. “I promise.”

“And that promise was fulfilled,” the narrator Lotta said as the video cut to the next shot. It was a close-up of her face, which held for several minutes while Terry hypnotized her in real time.

“This was the first time he put me under,” Lotta explained as the video showed her eyelids fluttering, her jaw going slack, her head drooping. “I’ve had… a lot of run-ins with sinister mind controllers in my day. But no one had made me feel like he did. I felt… safe. Comfortable. Cared for. I actually wanted to sink deeper, and I felt like it was me having that desire instead of him.

“And when he brought me back up,” she continued, as the video showed her waking up and smiling, “I knew I wanted more. More of this hypnosis, more of this relationship. More of him.”

The video cut to a montage of moments between the two of them over the years. Loving each other. Having fun. Being a couple. “And the more time I spend with him, the more and more I know I made the right decision. Terry – my man, my Master. I know that he’s the love of my life. And I can’t wait to celebrate another year growing closer… growing even more in love with him.”

As the crowd applauded, Lotta stepped back out and bowed. “Thank you!” she smiled. “Thank you all so… much…” She trailed off as her eyes locked onto one particular girl in the crowd. Her face slackened. Her body went straight and rigid.

Suddenly, she sprung back to life again. “Hear ye, hear ye!” she announced, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Her royal highness, Princess Amber, has called upon her subjects to join together and perform the ritual!”

She knelt down and smiled happily at Amber, who stood up and turned out to the crowd with a shit-eating grin. She looked over at Weiss–

The jester knelt down next to the royal crier and the knight. The Princess, sitting across from her, lit a candle in the middle of them. “Watch the flame, my subjects,” she said. “Feel your minds begin to drift… and sink… back down, into that familiar state of trance…

“And as your mind falls, and grows silent,” she continued, “you find yourself fading into… another life. Another version of you. Some time in the past… where you were in love with our beloved Master…”

The jester murmured softly. An image slowly flickered to life inside her mind.

“Tell me,” Princess said, her voice growing softer and less distinct. “What do you see?”

“I am… in London,” the jester murmured, letting the words flow freely. “The… the sixties, maybe… I’m in a record shop, working, a slow day, and…” She sighed, smiling dreamily. “Master comes in… He has me put on this… special record…”

“What does it look like?” Princess asked.

“Red… with… black lines…” The jester whimpered. “It… it’s a spiral… turning… I’m sinking… h-his voice, in my… head…”

“Sleep, jester,” Princess commanded. “Return to your slumber. Let the memory fade. Crier, what say you?”

“I’m in a newsroom,” the crier sighed, “in the… forties. I’m pitching a story to the chief… i-it’s Master…”

“And what does he say?”

“He… he tells me I’m thinking too hard… I should… r-relax…” The crier gasped. “His… his watch… I’m staring at his watch…”

“And what does his watch do?”

“It… takes me… deeper…”

“Crier, sleep,” Princess interjected. “And now you, my loyal knight. Where are you?”

“I’m alone… it’s night… I’m wearing some uniform…” The knight scowled. “Ugh. I’m a cop.”

“Focus, knight,” Princess said sternly. “What’s happening?”

“I’m walking up to a car… I pulled them over for… speeding, I think…” The knight swallowed. “He rolls down his window… Master… he says something, I… I can’t hear…”

“Listen closer. What is he saying?”

“He… I-I… I’m getting… into his car… I can’t think… I feel so… so horny for him…”

“That’s enough now, knight,” Princess said. “Sleep for me.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “Now it’s… my turn…”

Her head drooped slightly. “I’m on the floor… scrubbing… I’m a servant… the Master of the house comes by and… and looks at me…” She smiled. “He says I look beautiful… wants to show me some… some new trick he’s learned…”

Her eyes opened again. “I’m watching a candle. His words are… in my head… he’s taking me… deeper… and deeper…”

“And deeper still,” Master whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Dragging you down, down, down into trance as you–” Snap! “Sleep.”

Nighttime again. Weiss was sitting in the living room of the compound, watching a stream with a few of the other girls on what was probably the biggest TV she’d ever seen in her life.

“Hi everyone!” Hana smiled, waving at the camera. “This is a members-only stream, as you can probably tell from, well…” She motioned towards her bare chest. “And we have a special guest today!”

“Hey hey!” Master said, flashing a thumbs up. “I’m Terry, Hana’s boyfriend and Master. And we’re gonna be playing some N64 games today…”

“When he told me he was an N64 kid growing up,” Hana smirked, “I was like, ‘yeah, that tracks.’”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You just seemed like the type!” Hana laughed. “Although, I’d expect you to have an extra hand if you really played this thing so much. I mean…” She held up her controller for the camera. “How do you even hold this?”

“You just hold the middle handle with your left hand and the right handle with your right,” Terry shrugged. “They never put anything on the d-pad anyway.”

“Uh huh.” Hana clicked her mouse and transitioned to another layout, with a large view of the game they were playing. “And we’re gonna start out with Smash Bros…”

The stream continued, with Hana and Master playing different games and Master defending his favorite console’s honor against his younger slave’s incredulity. Finally, Hana pulled out one last cartridge.

She furrowed her brow. “Uh… I don’t think this is a real game.”

“What’re you talking about?” Master smiled. “I loved that one growing up.”

Hana held it up for the camera. The label looked official, but it was for a game Weiss had never heard of: Spiral Drifter.

“There’s no ESRB logo on this,” Hana said.

“It was a Blockbuster exclusive, I think they didn’t have to abide by that.”

“The copyright says 2025.”

“It’s… a reproduction.”

“It has your face on it!” Hana insisted.

“Just play it,” Master smiled. “You’ll love it.”

“This stream’s gonna go off the rails,” Hana muttered. She popped the cartridge in the console and turned it on.

Suddenly, the screen was awash in… a spiral… black on red…

“Oh…” Hana whispered, sinking back in her chair.

“That’s right,” Master purred, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Gooooood girl.” He smiled at the camera. “That’s gonna do it for most of y’all. But, for my girls… keep watching. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” Weiss and the other girls watching murmured…

Even later now. Weiss knelt and nuzzled Master’s leg. “My gift…”

“I know you were struggling with it,” Master said.

“But I have it now,” Weiss smiled. “Just… just not here… or at home…”

“Oh? Where is it, then?”

“The bar… my old room…” Weiss swallowed. “The deed. The land. My accounts. Everything.”

“Paperwork?” Master chuckled. “Doesn’t sound too exciting yet.”

“It’s not just papers. It’s everything.” Weiss looked up at him. “My bar is yours. My home is yours. The Mansion is yours. My Patreon, my files, everything I’ve been working for my entire life… it’s all yours.”

His cock twitched. “…Go on,” he said.

“I give it all to you,” Weiss said. “You own me. I’ve already given you my mind, my heart, my soul. How else can I repay you for all that you’ve done for me? How else can I show you even a fraction of the love you’ve shown me?

“The only thing,” she continued, “the only thing left, is this. Surrendering everything else in my life. Giving you total control over my destiny. Making myself utterly, hopelessly dependent on you for everything.” She smiled. “That’s my gift. Myself. Every last part of who I am.”

Master grinned. His cock was hard. “Good slave.” He placed his hand on the back of her head. “I’m proud of you. You’ve embraced who you were meant to be. This is where you belong.”

“I know,” Weiss sighed, closing her eyes, giving in to his touch as he scratched and pet her. “I know that now. Jess showed me the way.”

“She has a gift, doesn’t she?” Master laughed. “She always knows just what to say. And she knows how to make silly girls like you listen. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah,” Weiss whimpered, remembering how effortlessly Jess took control and made her a silly, needy babygirl.

“I love you,” Master smiled. “I have a lot of love in my heart, and a lot of people to share it with. So I worry, maybe, that I don’t always show all of my girls the love they deserve. So believe me when I say I love you. So, so much. You mean the world to me, Weiss.”

“Master,” Weiss gasped, eyes welling up with happy tears.

“Ah, ah,” Master smirked. “No getting too emotional on me, now.” He pulled her head in closer, pressing her face against his cock. “You did this to me, after all. How are you gonna make it right?”

“Hhhaaa…” Weiss moaned. “Y-Yes Master…”

She opened her lips and took him into her mouth.

She worshipped his cock.

Just like she was meant to.

Just like a slave should.

Because that’s what she was.

That’s how he made her.

Weiss blinked. Now she was surrounded by her sisters. Her fellow slaves. All of them together, loving each other and their Master.

She felt Patti’s arms around her, teasing her breasts and rubbing her cunt.

And she felt Amber’s tongue locked with hers, the younger girl making with all the passion of a hormonal schoolgirl.

She hugged her girlfriends close. Yes. It felt right to think of them that way, even Amber. She loved them both, even if that was just due to the spell she was under.

She noticed other girls pairing up. Maya, her face buried between Francesca’s perfect tits. Hana worshipping Triss’s cunt. Jay rutting between Lotta’s breasts, while the reporter licked Kai’s divine feet. Gabby – no, that was Poppy, brought to heel while she lapped up between Betsy’s muscular thighs while her fingers fucked Kyra.

And at the center of all of them, Master, with Maggie and Fawn and Jess. His most beloved girls, all worshipping his cock. Weiss noticed something new about Jess. Her smile seemed even happier than usual, and… had she been crying?

That’s when she spotted it. A gold ring on Jess’s finger, with a massive pink diamond at its center.

But there was no jealousy in Weiss’s heart towards his newest wife. All she could feel was love. For Jess, for Master, for the joy of belonging to him.

He was close to climax. She could see it in his face, his body, but more than that, she felt it. She realized what he’d done: tied their pleasure to his so they would all orgasm alongside him. She smiled. It was a wonderful gesture.

And when he came, her hunch was proven true. All of his slaves cried out as one, united in pleasure with their beloved Master. The orgasm rocked Weiss’s body; she couldn’t remember if anything had ever felt this good. To call it “sex” almost felt like an insult. It was better than that. Divine, almost. A bliss that could only come from pure love, pure desire.

And it also left her exhausted. She panted, flashing her Master a tired smile as she collapsed to the floor. She noticed the other girls following suit. Was it really just exhaustion? Or was it a trigger he had planted in them? She supposed it didn’t matter. She wanted to stay awake. To thank Master properly. And maybe to feel… just a little more…

But she couldn’t fight it. The waves carried her out into a sea of sleep. The more she tried to swim against it, the faster it tired her out.

She couldn’t keep her head afloat.

She sank.

And slept.

October 5^th

Weiss sat up in bed and stared at the date on her phone. This can’t be right, can it? Was I out for a full week?

The last thing she remembered was Jess having sex with her in her room – the same room she was now in. She had a vague idea that she might’ve been somewhere else… someplace sunny, maybe? But when she tried to search her memories, they fell through her fingers like sand. All she knew was she had an amazing, wonderful time celebrating her Master’s birthday.

She also knew that was an idea he’d placed within her, and probably within all the other girls in his harem. She sighed. It’s kind of a shame. I’m sure we all had a ton of fun. But, if he says we don’t need to remember, then I guess we don’t need to. He always knows best, after all. She felt his hand guiding her thoughts and giggled.

Eventually, Weiss got up out of bed and sauntered through the halls. Everything looked totally ordinary. Some of the girls were hanging around, getting ready for work or just relaxing in the living room.

The only thing that struck her as odd came when she entered the kitchen. Jess was there, wearing what could charitably be described as an apron, though it seemed to be designed more for looks than actual protection. It was white, with a lace pattern reminiscent of a wedding dress.

The girl was standing over the stove, whisking some pancake batter in a pan. She looked beautiful, of course, but there was something else about her today. Something in her body language, or her smile, or the look in her eyes.

She was in love. Deeply, passionately in love, a honeymoon kind of giddiness and affection. Which made sense, Weiss supposed, given she had just gotten married.

Speak of the devil, Weiss smirked as Terry stepped into the kitchen and embraced Jess from behind.

“Good morning, dear,” he purred, kissing her on the cheek. “Are you making breakfast for me?”

“Of course!” Jess grinned, a downright beatific smile. “I have to do my best for my hubby, don’t I?”

“It’s not official ‘till the paperwork’s filed,” Terry chuckled, kissing her again.

“I don’t care! You’re my husband, and I’m your slavewife!” Jess leaned back and kissed him, not-so-subtly grinding her butt against his crotch.

“Dear, you’re coming on a little strong,” Terry smirked. “Keep it together till you’re done cooking, and I’ll give you the loving you need.”

“Yes, hubby!” Jess cooed, returning her attention to the stove.

Terry noticed Weiss and smiled. “Morning, doll.”

“Morning, boss,” Weiss replied. “Congrats, by the way. I don’t remember if I said that before.”

“Well, duh,” he laughed, stepping over and patting her on the shoulder. “I made it that way. But thank you.” He kissed her on the forehead. “You did say that before, by the way.”

“I figured.” Weiss bit her lip. “So, um… I’m sure I also told you about…”

“Your gift?” Terry said. “Giving your properties to me?”

“Yeah…” Weiss looked down at the floor, blushing. “Um… d-did you like it?”

Terry cupped her chin and tilted her head up. “It’s the sweetest gift anyone gave me this year.”

Weiss beamed. “R-Really?”

“Absolutely,” he smiled, hugging her tight. “I’ve never had anyone give up that much of their life for me, all in one go. I won’t have the time to run all of that myself, of course, but… I know how much it meant to you. And so it means a whole lot to me too.”

Weiss kissed him on the lips. “I love you, Master.”

“I love you too,” Terry replied, kissing her back. “Of course, if I want that bar run the right way, I’ll need a good manager to keep it running. Would you be available for an interview, Ms. White?”

“Oh, certainly, Mr. Boss,” Weiss giggled. She held his hand and placed it on her chest. “I believe my references speak for themselves.”

“I’ll say,” Terry purred, giving her tits a playful squeeze. “Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private, hm? After breakfast?”

“Absolutely,” Weiss nodded. “Oh, and I forgot to mention…”

“Oh?”

Weiss grinned. “Loved the new album.”