Conversion Illusion

Delivery

by MrMarkus

Tags: #f/f #lesbification #scifi #bondage #dom:female #sub:female

This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.

Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction.

This story contains mind control and explicit descriptions of foreplay and sexual activities between women. If any of these concepts disturb you, find something else to read.

copyright 2018 by MrMarkus (aka marcus)

Admiral MacNeary looked Jaelynn up and down as she watched the flashing lights and listened to Naliya recite the codewords. The thrall stood still for five seconds, and then another five. MacNeary glared at Naliya and coughed pointedly.

Finally, Jaelynn turned to the admiral. “Mistress?”

“Yes!” The admiral leered. “I’m your mistress, and you’re my slavegirl.”

“Yes, Mistress!” the redhead agreed.

MacNeary sidled up to her new pet and planted her hand on the younger girl’s backside. She squirmed away slightly, though not enough to break away from the grope. “Stop that!” she protested.

The hand stayed firmly in place. “Tell me, darling, are you ready to go from being straight to being queer?”

“Naliya already made me gay—I wish you wouldn’t be so crude about it.” she replied as she went through the motions of trying to pull her Mistress’ hand up to her hip without actually moving it. “Please, you’re embarrassing me....”

Naliya clarified as the admiral turned to glare at her. “She means I flipped her from heterosexual from homosexual during the conditioning process, just like you asked.”

Realizing what was bothering her Mistress, Jaelynn chimed in, “Naliya did get a little bit fresh with me, but she had to do that to make sure I’m gay now.” Good, she’d followed that bit of coaching perfectly.

“Hey, I’m straight!” Naliya interjected. “Well... mostly.” Jilling off to the videos was enough to scratch that itch for the time being, but she had a feeling that sooner or later she’d need to find herself a woman who would be amenable to occasional hookups with a bi-leaning-hetero partner.

Admiral MacNeary drew herself up, drawing the undivided attention of the other two women. Looking Jaelynn in the eye, she asked, “I mean, are you ready to be officially initiated as a queer?” She gave the redhead’s butt a squeeze just in case there was any doubt about her meaning.

Jaelynn squealed in “demure innocent” indignation. “You mean initiated as a cheap slut!” she protested. “I’m not that kind of girl!”

“We’ll just see about that... in my quarters,” the admiral leered.

“Well... if you insist.” As requested, she’d been programmed with the “quick-folding” version of the “demure innocent” act rather than the “slow-building seduction” variety. “Could you at least put your hand on my hip instead of my rear end when we’re out in public?”

Naliya interrupted the admiral’s departure to present her with Jaelynn’s “accessory kit”: a travel case containing an assortment of basic personal supplies and a half-dozen outfits ranging from “prim and proper” to “naughtier than naked”. “Good luck on your exploration where no woman has gone before,” she quipped.

The admiral chuckled, and shook Naliya’s hand. “I know that dealing with me is a colossal pain in the ass. I just hope you realize that’s because I want everything to be right, for me and for her. And, most of all, I want to say ‘thank you’ for all your hard work.”

She squelched the temptation to ask the woman in front of her who she was and what she’d done with that jackass Admiral Moron McNinny. Instead, she replied, “You’re welcome. As for the hard work, that just goes to show that ‘nothing is impossible if you have the grit and the wit and just won’t quit’.”

The admiral’s grin was a bit forced, suggesting that she was perfectly well aware that she was being cynically flattered.

Having delivered the setup, Naliya proceeded to the payoff. “I took the liberty of teaching Jaelynn a clever motto of her own.” She gave the other woman a little nod.

Jaelynn cast a smoldering glance at her Mistress. “I like tits and slits and I won’t quit till I hit the clit.”

The admiral burst out laughing. “That’s just the attitude I’m looking for!” she chuckled when she could speak again. She looked Jaelynn up and down again, then turned to Naliya. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to be rather... busy.”

As the women turned to go, MacNeary’s hand shifted up to Jaelynn’s hip, as requested. Naliya enjoyed one final glance at the redhead’s rump.

FINIS


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