“Cute tomboy at twelve o’clock,” Lani’s coworker muttered under her breath, as she sidled past Lani on her way to the espresso machine.

Lani turned to look. Standing in line was a tall brunette with a pixie cut, shuffling her feet while staring at her phone. Her phone case was decorated with the lesbian pride colors.

“Dibs,” Lani replied. The other barista snorted.

When the girl made it to the front of the line, Lani was at the register waiting for her. “Welcome to The Corner Brew, what can I get ya?”

The girl looked Lani up and down, eyes wide. Lani didn’t mind. When you dressed the way she did, you got used to people’s stares. “I’ll have a, ah, medium vanilla latte with three pumps of sugar and extra foam.”

“For here or to go?”

“Here.”

“Name for the order?”

“Alexandra.”

Alexandra paid and settled down at a seat by the window. Lani kept sneaking glances at her while making her coffee, but the other girl didn’t seem to notice.

When her drink was complete, Lani set it down on the table in front of her. “Here you go! Enjoy.”

“Oh! Th-thank you,” Alexandra said, once again staring for just a beat too long. “Um…”

“It’s your first time here, I take it?” Lani teased. She ruffled her apron and twirled her skirts. “This is just how we do things. Don’t worry, it’s entirely optional. We aren’t being forced or anything.”

The Corner Brew was a landmark in the local area. Unlike many independent cafes, it had avoided being cannibalized by corporate coffee giants like Starbucks and Dunkin due to three factors: location, quality, and uniqueness. The Brew sat on a major bus line in the downtown area, which made it popular with commuters and office workers alike. They made great coffee, and their sandwiches had a bit of a cult following. And as for what made them unique…that was actually Lani’s fault.

See, Lani’s hobby was fashion. And not just any fashion. Lolita fashion. Cute Victorian-inspired looks with embroidered bodices and poofy skirts, cinched corsets and lacy petticoats. Lani had loved dressing up since she was little, but had only started making her own clothes after finding it nearly impossible to find well-made Lolita-style dresses tailored to fit fat people like herself. A whole room of her tiny apartment was taken up by her trusty sewing machine and her fashion mannequin (whom she’d named deVine, after a drag queen she was a fan of). She spent her days off bent over patterns and cut pieces of fabric, listening to the chugga chugga chunk of her sewing machine with pins in her mouth and thread between her thumbs. Her years of experience meant the clothes she made fit perfectly to her body, and were of much higher quality than most you could buy.

She hadn’t meant to start wearing her dresses to work. The dress-up thing was for events, cosplay conventions, and Instagram photoshoots. Occasionally she’d wear one to the grocery store or bar, and she would bask in the attention it brought her. But she had good, practical clothes for her work at the cafe. Serious pants and plain T-shirts.

But you know how it goes. Sometimes you forget to do the laundry for three weeks straight, and your only clean clothes are a maid outfit and a pair of lacy bloomers. And when Lani got more than double her usual tips, she started thinking that maybe dressing up for work every once and a while wouldn’t be such a bad thing. The store owner, a retired hippie who kept encouraging his employees to unionize, didn’t care so long as she followed health and safety guidelines, wore close-toed shoes, and kept the diameter of her crinoline under the width of the drink prep corridor. And her coworkers appreciated the extra money in the tips jar at the end of the afternoon.

Soon, wearing her elaborate maid outfits became a regular thing. Word began to spread about the cafe on the corner of Duke and 14th, and their customer base swelled. It became a bit of an inside joke, and a few of Lani’s coworkers decided to join her, albeit with much more shoddily crafted maid outfits bought from Spirit of Halloween. Despite it not being required by any means, eventually most of the staff were showing up to work in maid and butler uniforms. This all culminated in The Corner Brew gaining the reputation of being an unofficial Maid Cafe.

“It’s um, cute,” Alexandra said. “I mean–the dress. The dress is cute. Not–ugh.” She picked up her latte and chugged.

Trying not to laugh, Lani flounced back to the coffee machines, her skirt going swish swish swish with every step.

Alexandra pulled out her laptop and began to type.

Alexandra became a regular. She came in at the same time, ordered the same coffee, then sat in the same seat every time. After being served, she’d tap away at her keyboard for an hour or two until evening.

Lani found excuses to make small talk, and from this she learned Alexandra was an office worker who liked to unwind and get things done at a cafe after her job most days. Her old favorite coffee shop had closed, which was why she’d recently switched to The Corner Brew. Like Lani, she lived alone, but she said she didn’t feel alone because she was always talking to her houseplants, which all had names. She’d grown up religious, but identified more as agnostic now, and her relationship with her parents was strained. She was single, and wasn’t opposed to that changing, though she wasn’t actively seeking out dates. She wished she could have a dog, but her allergies were too intense. Her greatest fear was public speaking, her favorite movie was The Princess Diaries, her favorite video game was Earthbound, and her favorite music artist was Mitski.

Ok, so maybe their small talk hadn’t been that small.

Lani knew she had a forceful charisma about her that tended to draw others into her orbit, and soon she and Alexandra were in that social gray area of more-than-acquaintances-but-not-quite-friends-yet. Still, there’s only so much flirting you can do while on the clock, even at a maid cafe. So Lani grasped at every opportunity she could to interact with her crush, however insignificant.

One such occasion happened a few months later. The cafe had overstocked cinnamon rolls, and they were about to go bad. Alexandra sometimes ordered one, so Lani knew she liked them.

“Want a free cinnamon roll? We’re going to have to toss it otherwise,” Lani asked, popping up behind Alexandra. She held the pastry on a plate in one hand, balanced daintily on the tips of her fingers.

Startled by Lani’s sudden appearance, Alexandra jumped and quickly switched tabs away from the document she was working on. Lani was only able to catch the name of the document before it disappeared: The Wanderess of Saphhonia: Book III. “Oh! Thank you, that’s so kind,” Alexandra coughed, face red. She took the proffered pastry and set it delicately beside her. “Are you closing tonight?”

“Unfortunately,” Lani replied, grimacing. “And Taylor’s out sick, so this whole week has been crazy. I’ve barely had any time to work on my projects.”

“Your projects?”

“Sewing. I make dresses. Including this one.” Lani curtsied.

“Seriously? That’s incredible. It looks so professionally done.”

“Aw, you’re making me blush,” Lani laughed, waving her compliment away with one hand.

Alexandra smiled. “I’m lucky to have time to pursue my own creative interests.” She took a small bite of the cinnamon roll, and flecks of white frosting smeared on her lips. Lani had to mentally swat her hand down from reaching up and wiping it away with one thumb.

“Oh yeah? What kinds of hobbies do you have?”

Alexandra looked to one side. “I write.”

“That’s so cool. What kinds of stuff do you write?”

“A-all sorts of things,” Alexandra stammered. “Fantasy. Romance. You know.” She shoved a huge bite of pastry into her mouth to avoid further questioning.

Huh, Lani thought. That’s funny.

Later that night, once Lani got home from work, she googled the phrase Wanderess of Sapphonia, not really knowing what to expect. The search immediately returned a page for an erotica series written by someone named Allura Valentine. It seemed to be fairly well received, with a small number of glowing reviews.

Curious, Lani clicked on the sample and began to read. Apparently this series followed a young adventure named Ariella Silvertongue as she travelled through the land of Sapphonia, a treacherous country filled with evil seductresses and bewitching magicks, in a quest to save her beloved Princess Goldia from eternal slumber.

Ariella didn’t seem to be making much progress in this goal, however, as every chapter she was waylaid by a new temptress.

In the first chapter, Ariella sets off on her adventure alongside her trusty maid Gwyndolyn, only to be waylaid by a gang of all-female brigands. The criminals force-fed the girls a potion of arousal, then used them as erotic entertainment until morning. The bandits then absconded with everything the noblewomen owned, including the clothes of their backs.

The free sample ended, and Lani paid less than the price of a cup of coffee for the rest of the novel.

In the next chapter, the two women, naked and humiliated, decide to return to town and regroup, only to be veered off the path by a cluster of will o’ wisps dancing in the forest. These turn out to be a colony of lusty pixies, who use their hypnotizing lights to puppet Ariella and Gwyndolyn into pleasuring each other for their own voyeuristic enjoyment.

Chapter 3 saw the pair saved from the ordeal by a mysterious woman, who brought them to her forest home and fed and clothed them. Unfortunately for Ariella, this woman was secretly a powerful sorceress, who uses her magic to bewitch Gwyndolyn into becoming her devoted love slave. Ariella was only able to rescue her maid by throwing a jar of enchanted honey over the sorceress, causing the pixies to swarm her body. Distracted by the fairies’ teasing and groping, the sorceress was unable to prevent Arielle and Gwyn from escaping.

Each chapter followed the same pattern. Ariella would encounter a new lesbian temptation, which would use some form of enchantment to temporarily corrupt the heroine into mindless sexual servitude, only for her to break free through luck or cleverness to continue on her journey.

Are there any men in this world? Lani thought, flipping through the pages on her phone. How do they procreate?

That question was answered in Chapter 11, where Ariella, temporarily separated from Gwyn, was mindbroken on the cock of a Futa hobgoblin queen and used as a brood mother for the next generation of goblin spawn. Thankfully, magic and porn logic meant that labor was swift and pleasurable, and Ariella was barely waylaid by the inconvenience. She even established diplomatic ties with the goblin colony afterwards, in gratitude for their (relatively) gentle treatment of her.

Lani realized she was engaged in the story. What started as formulaic monster-of-the-week flavored sapphic smut evolved in scope and complexity as the chapters went on. Old villains reappeared, allies were gained and lost and gained again, and the mystery of Princess Goldie’s eternal slumber deepened into a full blown conspiracy. The first book ended on a cliffhanger, and so Lani bought and read the second. She finished that in record time and went to buy the third, only to realize it hadn’t been published yet.

That’s what she’s been working on at the cafe, Lani realized. Book III.

As much as Lani was tempted to accost Alexandra and pepper her for information about the next installment, she knew that would be a terrible idea. For one thing, it would require admitting Lani was basically cyberstalking her. For another, Lani didn’t like being drip-fed content. She was the type to wait until an entire season of her favorite show was released on streaming services before watching it. She’d rather wait until the next book was complete before returning to the land of Sapphonia again.

No, what Lani truly wanted from Alexandra was something else entirely. Something a little more…down to earth.

Is this the kind of thing Alexandra’s into? Lani thought, flipping back to the index. It was clear Ariella was a blatant self insert–from her tall, lithe build to her short brown hair to her butch fashion sense, every description of the Heroine perfectly matched the look of the quiet girl who wrote for hours by the window in The Corner Brew. But Ariella was constantly being kidnapped, assaulted, hypnotized, and mind-broken. Does Alexandra want someone to do this to her?

It was a bit hard for Lani to fathom. Her ex-girlfriend had cited Lani’s libido and assertiveness in bed as one of the reasons for the breakup (She’d actually used the word “aggressive” too, the racist bitch–Lani was better off without her). She liked to take charge, and had kinda just implicitly assumed everyone felt the same way. This was her first time realizing some people might like a more domineering partner. Was Alexandra one of those people?

Lani sat back and tried to picture it. She imagined Alexandra standing stiffly upright, kneading her naked breasts and droning “I exist to serve Mistress Lani” over and over again. Lani would shove her back onto the bed, and Alexandra would keep chanting, her glazed eyes locked on Lani’s. Lani would tell her to pleasure herself, and Alexandra would immediately comply, her long arms snaking down to her needy cunt, her nimble fingers eagerly rubbing herself. “That’s right, slut,” Lani would say as she straddled Alexandra’s face. The other girl wouldn’t change her cadence, and her continuous stream of mumbles would tickle Lani’s pussy lips as she sank herself down…

“Oh fuck,” Lani gasped. She’d started touching herself at some point, and when she came it was both surprising and deeply pleasurable.

After she returned to earth, Lani got up to wash her hands.

You know what? she thought, towelling her hands dry. I think I might enjoy this.

And so, Lani began to formulate a scheme.

A few days later, during her Friday afternoon shift at The Corner Brew, Lani put her plan into action.

Alexandra came in at her usual time. Lani’s coworker took her order, and Alexandra sat at her favorite seat by the window. Lani prepared the order and brought it over to Alexandra, the drink perched on a saucer in one hand.

Alexandra looked up from her phone as Lani approached and started. “Oh, L-Lani,” she muttered, looking away and blushing. “That’s a–a new outfit.”

Lani smiled. Her dress today was picked with seduction in mind. It was a knee-length French maid uniform with a very low cut corset top, which pushed her boobs up and together into a breathtaking shelf of cleavage. The skirt stopped just above her fingertips and was decorated with a frilly white apron. Below that she wore a garter belt, thigh-high stockings, and a pair of black heels. A lacy white headband was pinned between her braids, which were gathered into two buns on either side of her head. Most notably, an ostentatious emerald pendant lay nestled between her breasts, scattering flecks of green light across her dark brown skin like mossy freckles. “It is!” she said, letting her hand drift casually to her collarbone, subtly bringing attention to her rolling hills of bare skin. “Do you like it?”

Alexandra coughed. “Y-It’s lovely.”

“Thank you!” Lani set the steaming cup down in front of her flustered customer. “Enjoy.”

Lani spent the next few hours acutely aware of the young authoress in the corner, who, despite Lani’s seductions, managed to slip into a focused state of flow as she wrote. At the end of her shift, Lani didn’t change out of her costume like she usually did. Instead, she sashayed over to her mark in her typical full regalia, a drink in each hand.

“Here. On the house,” she said, setting one of the cups down in front of Alexandra.

Alexandra blinked. “Oh, thank you. That’s so generous.”

“Well, we like to reward our best customers,” Lani said, with a wink. Alexandra blushed. Subtly, Lani shifted so the light caught the pendant between her breasts. “Mind if I sit for a bit?”

“Uh, no! Not at all,” Alexandra stammered. Primly, Lani set down her cup, tucked in her skirts, and slid into the chair opposite the other girl. “I like your necklace,” Alexandra said.

“Thank you,” Lani said, smiling. “It’s an old heirloom. According to family lore, it’s enchanted so that the wearer can make anyone fall in love with her.” Lani traced the top of her corset with one finger. “But that’s just superstitious nonsense. Wouldn’t you agree?”

A pack of lies. The pendant was a piece of costume jewelry Lani had bought at the thrift store the other day for $4.99. She’d chosen it simply because it was big and eye-catching, which were the only prerequisites for its role in her plan: a visual focus to draw Alexandra’s eyes to Lani’s tits, and the first in a long chain of placebos that would eventually lead her to believe she was under Lani’s complete control. But she didn’t need to know that part yet.

“Of course,” Alexandra said, hiding her expression with a big swig of coffee. She was a pro at using food to hide her emotions. “Superstitious nonsense.”

“What, you’re not feeling bewitched right now?” Lani said, pushing her breasts up and wiggling from side to side. Alexandra’s gaze traced the path of the heavy green hem as it bounced between Lani’s boobs. “Beguiled? Enthralled?” Her tone was teasing, as if joking with a friend, but she could tell from Alexandra’s expression that her words were having their desired effect.

Alexandra squirmed in her seat. She laughed unconvincingly. “Nope! Totally not. I guess whoever enchanted that necklace for your family was a fraudster.”

Lani laughed. “Oh, my grandmother made it. She was known around town for her witchcraft, but no one dared confront her over it. Supposedly, she was so powerful she once used her magic to seduce the mayor’s son into running away with her. Or so they say.” She paused, toying with the coffee stirrer in her cup. “You know, that sort of power is supposed to run in bloodlines. Maybe I inherited some of that power. I could be using it on you right now. That’s the funny thing about mind control, isn’t it? There’s no way for the subject to know when it happens. For all you know, you’re sitting here drinking coffee and everything’s normal, but in reality you’re serving my dark bidding as my brainwashed servant.”

Lani took a long sip of her coffee and enjoyed the sight of Alexandra’s fidgeting.

“I’m kidding, of course,” she said, slapping her palm down on the table and grinning. Alexandra started. “Jumpy today, aren’t we? Do I scare you that badly?”

Alexandra took another sip of her drink. “Of course not!” She rubbed her eyes. “Sorry, I’m just tired. I was so focused on writing that I didn’t realize how long it’s been.”

Internally, Lani laughed. Could Alexandra have thrown her an easier segue? “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Lani said, tone sympathetic. “You must be exhausted. I could never focus so long and hard on something like that. I’d get way too sleepy.” She paused. “Though, I guess you did, hm? Get tired, I mean. I can’t blame you. After all, it takes a lot of energy to stay focused, doesn’t it?”

“Mmhm,” Alexandra said. Her eyes had misted over, and her head wobbled a bit. She shook herself and downed the rest of her coffee. “Yeah. Focusing is exhausting.”

“It just drains you of all energy and willpower, right? Like you just don’t want to think anymore.”

“Uh…uhuh. Makes me too tired to think.”

“You know, supposedly willpower is a limited resource,” Lani said, sipping daintily from her cup. “You only get so much of it each day, and when you use it all up, boom. It’s gone. For example, I bet you’re completely drained after working so long. No willpower left.”

“Really?” Alexandra murmured. “That’s true?”

“Absolutely,” Lani said firmly. “And you know what it means when you’re all out of willpower, don’t you?”

Alexandra frowned. “What does it mean?”

Lani giggled. “Silly. It means you have no will.”

“I have no…will?”

“That’s right. You have no will. Thinking, making decisions…you can’t do any of that without a will. It’s a dangerous state to be in. If you aren’t careful, someone might come along and put their will where yours is supposed to go.” Lani drained the rest of her cup and set it down on the saucer with a clatter. “Just like what I’m doing right now.”

Alexandra blinked. “Wh…huh? What do you mean?”

“What, you can’t feel it? You can’t even tell what I’m doing to you?” Lani propped her elbows on the table and interlaced her fingers. “I’m hypnotizing you.”

Alexandra pushed herself back from the table and shook her head, as if trying to throw Lani’s voice away from her mind. “What? No, you’re not. I…I’m not…” She fumbled, words eluding her.

“But you are,” Lani whispered, leaning forward. Alexandra stared at her, breath heavy and slow, face hot with arousal. “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: I spiked your coffee with a drug. A drug that makes you more…suggestible. Pliant. Obedient.”

It took Alexandra a few moments to process that statement, but when she did, her mouth fell open in shock. “Y-you… you…”

Of course Lani had done no such thing. That would have been both unethical and illegal, and could get her fired or worse. No, Alexandra’s drink was a perfectly unadulterated version of her usual vanilla latte with three sugars and a dollop of extra foam. But the power of suggestion was a formidable thing, and Lani intended to use it to her advantage.

“I bet you’re feeling the effects now that I’ve pointed them out, hm?” she purred, subtly shifting back and forth so the jewel between her breasts swayed and glittered between them. “You’re finding it so hard to look away from my pendant. So difficult to stop staring at my tits.”

Alexandra’s eyes glazed over. Her head bobbed from side to side in time with Lani’s movements. “I… oh… it’s so… hard… can’t… look away…”

“That’s right,” Lani said quietly, shooting a quick look around to make sure she wasn’t drawing any unwanted attention. “Just keep staring as it moves back and forth, back and forth. It’s so pretty, isn’t it? Irresistible. Entrancing.”

“Mmm… pretty…”

“That drug you have coursing through your veins? It amplifies the power of hypnosis tenfold,” Lani lied, in dulcet tones. “And I bet you were already so suggestible, hm? Now, it only takes a single swing of my pendulum to send you into a deep, deep trance.”

Lani had stolen that last line from Chapter 5 of Wanderess of Sapphonia: Book II. But Alexandra was seemingly too far gone to notice or care. “Deep, deep trance,” she repeated, eyelids fluttering.

Something about that made arousal shoot straight into Lani’s clit. “That’s right. So deep now. And with each sway of the pendant, with each sway of my tits, you fall twice as deep.” Sway, sway, sway. “Can’t look away. Can’t resist.”

“Can’t look away. Can’t resist.”

“Good girl.” Lani again checked to make sure they weren’t drawing attention to themselves, then nodded. “After I’m done speaking, you are going to pack up your things and follow me out to my car. Did you drive here?”

“No. I took the bus,” Alexandra said, in a quiet monotone.

“Good. We’ll continue your training at my apartment. And while I drive, you’ll see my pendant swaying in your mind, keeping you deep in this lovely trance. Do you understand?”

“Yes mistress,” Alexandra said. She began packing up her bag.

Lani had to keep herself from laughing. She hadn’t told the girl to call her mistress, yet here she was, doing it anyway. Whether it was out of habit, wish fulfillment, or a combination thereof, Lani didn’t care. She certainly wasn’t about to tell Alexandra to stop.

Alexandra stood on the carpet of Lani’s living room, looking dazed. Lani sat on the couch in front of her, still in her maid uniform, eyeing her captive up and down thoughtfully.

“Alexandra.”

“Yes, Mistress?” Alexandra said. She swayed, shoulders slumped, a blank expression on her face.

“Right now, you are deeply hypnotized. Completely suggestible. Open to my commands, unwilling and unable to disobey.”

“Yes, mistress. I am in a deep trance. I must obey you.” Despite her empty expression, Alexandra was nearly shaking with arousal as she said those words.

“In this state you’re my hypnotized slave,” Lani said, “but somewhere deep inside you is the Alexandra you are when you’re awake. You can speak to her, and she’ll tell you how she truly feels, absent hypnotic suggestions. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress. I can tell you what I would do and say if I weren’t hypnotized.”

“Good girl,” Lani said, pleased Alexandra immediately picked up on what she was saying. “Now, before we go any further: you need to know that I intend to use you. I plan to brainwash you into my devoted little love slave, just like the villainesses do to Ariella in your novels. I’m going to empty your head of thought, over and over again, until you can’t even think of resisting me, let alone actually do it. I’m going to make you think what I want you to think and do what I want you to do. You’ll be my puppet. My plaything. My little doll to dress up.” Lani waved a hand towards her craft room, where half a dozen dresses in various states of completion hung, and Alexandra’s mouth fell open. “And I’ll make sure you love every second of it. I’ll make you cum at the snap of my fingers, reduce you to a quivering mess of pure ecstasy, make you fall in love with me and adore worshipping me. Do you understand?”

Alexandra could only let out a strangled mewl in response. She was literally quaking in submissive bliss.

“Knowing all that I plan to do to you, if awake-Alexandra doesn’t want any part of this, you’re going to march right out that door, take the bus home, and forget any of this ever happened.” Lani wasn’t sure if hypnosis could even do that, but if Alexandra did decide to leave, Lani wasn’t sure she could face the embarrassment of the other girl remembering it. “But if awake Alexandra does consent,” she continued, taking a deep breath, “you’re going to strip for me, and kneel.”

There was a pause. Alexandra hesitated for a moment, and Lani’s heart sank.

Oh, no. Is she going to leave?

But then, Alexandra’s hands flew to the buttons of her shirt and attacked them so ferociously they nearly tore off. Triumphant, Lani let out the anxious breath she’d only just realized she was holding before settling back and enjoying the fruits of her seduction.

Alexandra shucked off her button-down to reveal a plain white bra, then gracelessly stumbled out of her high-waisted corduroys and threw them to the side. Lani barely had time to admire her in her navy blue panties before those, too, were cast away. Underneath was a dark patch of tangled hair, wet with arousal. Both socks followed, one after the other. Finally, Alexandra pulled her bra over her head, unveiling two small breasts, each a perfect handful. Nude, Alexandra collapsed to her knees and knelt before Lani, eyes unfocused and mouth open.

Lani’s heart was pounding. She’d done it. Alexandra was hers. That lithe body, those long eyelashes, that lopsided smile. All hers.

“Come here,” she said, crooking her finger. Alexandra crawled forward on her hands and knees, staring up at her new mistress with wide, blank eyes. Once she was close enough, Lani grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into a kiss.

Alexandra’s lips were soft, and they tasted like vanilla and coffee. Lani devoured her, pressing her mouth against the other girl’s with a fierce possessiveness she’d never allowed herself to indulge in before. “You’re mine,” she murmured against Alexandra’s skin, and the hypnotized girl shuddered. “Do you understand? These lips are mine.” Lani kissed down Alexandra’s neck, and the other girl arched her head back. “This throat is mine.” She continued down Alexandra’s collarbone to her breasts. “These tits are mine.” She gave Alexandra’s left nipple a few teasing licks. “All mine.”

“Ah, all yours, mistress,” Alexandra panted. “My body is yours. My cunt is y-yours, my tits are yours, my hands are yours, my mouth is–ah!–yours.” She thrust her chest into Lani’s tongue, gasping. “Even my useless brain is yours, to–ah!–to bend to your every whim. Use me, take me, transform me. Anything to please my mistress.”

Lani was impressed. Apparently, the normally tongue-tied wordsmith became a dirty-talking prodigy when hypnotized.

Lani unhooked her corset and chucked it aside before reaching behind her back and unzipping her dress. She pulled the dress down over her bust and revealed her huge bare tits. Alexandra stared, drooling. Lani typically didn’t wear a bra when corseting, as an overbust corset was usually more than enough to support even her hefty chest. The look of surprise and desire on the other girl’s face was an added bonus.

“Here,” Lani ordered, patting the spot on the sofa next to her. “Like with your head in my lap.”

Alexandra scrambled to comply, and soon, she was lying on her side, staring up at Lani’s twin globes looming above her. Lani petted the side of Alexandra’s hip. “Suck,” she said, drawing Alexandra’s face to her breast with a hand behind her neck. Alexandra latched on and began to lick and suckle Lani’s nipple like her life depended on it. At the same time, Lani moved her hand down to her slave’s clit.

Alexandra jerked and whimpered at the contact, but didn’t move away. Lani began to stroke, and little submissive mewls started to pour out of the submissive girl, the sound of which lit a fire in Lani’s belly.

“That’s right,” she cooed. “Let me take care of you. Let Mistress do the thinking from now on.”

Lani rubbed, and Alexandra writhed under her ministrations, rolling her hips against her Mistress’s touch. Her tongue worshipped Lani’s tits, and though Lani usually didn’t find that kind of thing pleasurable, the power dynamic at play along with how obviously Alexandra was into it was really working her up.

Fuck, this is so hot, she thought, looking down at her prey.

Finally, Lani couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to be fucked. She pulled her hand away from Alexandra’s sopping wet cunt, causing the entranced butch to whine in protest and denial. “Shh. You’ll cum when I want you too. Which isn’t now. Stand.”

Alexandra complied with glassy-eyed obedience.

“Good girl. Wait there.”

Lani shimmied out of the bottom half of her dress and put it away in the bedroom. She returned with a dildo in one hand and a harness in the other.

“Stay still for me, princess,” Lani murmured, crouching next to the hypnotized butch. She ran her hands up Alexandra’s long slender legs, and Alexandra shivered at the touch, though her face remained blank. Lani teased the other girl’s entrance one more time (she couldn’t resist) before fitting the strap-on to Alexandra’s hips.

“You’re going to be my perfect little fuck machine,” Lani purred, as she tightened a buckle. “My blank, empty doll who moves her hips for me on command. My mindless pump slave, devoted to my pleasure and my pleasure only. Doesn’t that sound lovely?” Lani tugged on the dildo that was now securely affixed to Alexandra’s body, and the taller girl was pulled along with it, stumbling. “Answer me.”

“Yes, mistress,” Alexandra breathed, after catching herself. “I love being your thoughtless fuckpet. I exist to bring you pleasure.”

“Good girl.” Lani returned to the couch and spread her legs. “Now, fuck me.”

Alexandra descended upon her like a thing possessed, positioning the dildo at her entrance and pushing it in. The bossy bottom was already so wet that the toy slipped inside her without any resistance.

“Ah…” Lani sighed, savoring the feeling of being filled. She grabbed Alexandra by the hip to set the pace, moving her in slow, shallow thrusts at first, then increasing the speed and depth over time. “Yes, just like that,” she moaned, one hand furiously rubbing her clit while the other continued to guide her sex slave’s motion. “Keep going. God, that feels so fucking good. You’re being such a good girl, princess. Such a dumb little hypnotized slut for your mistress. Content to just–oh fuck yes right there–be a mindless dildo for me. Obedient fuck machine without an ounce of free will. Ah, mmmmmm…”

Lani began to babble as her pleasure crested. Soon, she was screaming and coming undone beneath Alexandra, who dully stopped her thrusts at Lani’s cue.

Lani’s pussy spasmed once more around the hard silicone of the dildo as the last aftershock of her orgasm departed. She slumped into the couch and took a moment to catch her breath. Alexandra still leaned over her, hands bracing herself against the back of the couch, her face simultaneously flush with exertion and totally vacant.

“That was very good, doll,” Lani murmured, reaching up and stroking Alexandra’s cheek. “Now, in a moment I’m going to count down from five. With every number I say, you’re going to feel pleasure building inside you, growing stronger and stronger. And when I reach one, you’re going to have the biggest, best orgasm of your entire life, then slowly awaken from your trance. Do you understand?”

“I understand, mistress.”

“Good.” Lani wasn’t sure this would work, but why not try it out?

“Five. Remembering how good it felt when I was touching your clit, and bringing the memory of that sensation to the forefront of your mind. Four. Feeling that pleasure growing stronger, spreading to every part of your body. Three. Now the sensations are doubling in intensity, feeling so good, so impossibly good. Two. The pleasure keeps growing, doubling again, you’re so close, it feels so good it aches, you need to cum, you’re going to cum. One. Cum for me.”

Alexandra screamed. Belatedly, Lani realized she should have taken the dildo out before making Alexandra cum, as the other girl’s unconsciously bucking hips drove the shaft painfully deep inside her pussy, which was still oversensitive from her own recent orgasm.

Alexandra’s entire body shook and spasmed for nearly 20 seconds before falling completely limp on top of Lani. “Good girl,” Lani soothed, stroking the tomboy’s hair as she came up from her trance. “Good girl.”

Alexandra looked up at her, hazy eyes slowly clearing. All of a sudden, she was blinking rapidly. “What did you–oh, my god.” She backpedalled away from Lani, ripping the dildo out of her with a pop, and buried her head in her hands. Her ears were scarlet. “I, I, I can’t b-believe you made me… you had me… do all th-that.”

Lani grinned, though a part of her was still trepidatious. “Was it… bad?”

Alexandra took a few gulping breaths before she could respond. “No. No. That… that was every sexual fantasy I’ve ever had, plus a few new ones, all rolled into one experience shared with a girl I’ve been crushing on since I met her.”

Relief washed over Lani. “So…I take it you enjoyed yourself, then?”

“Very very much,” Alexandra said, her face still hidden behind her hands. “But now I’m awake and naked in your house with the memory of all those things you did to me and I’m so embarrassed that I, I don’t even know what to do.”

Lani laughed. “How about I make us some hot chocolate?”

The two girls cuddled naked on the couch, a steaming mug cupped in both pairs of hands. Some dumb TV show was playing with the sound nearly off, but it was just background noise. Neither of them were paying attention to it. Alexandra had calmed considerably with a drink in hand, and so the two girls spent the next few hours talking.

“…and so after that, I put my plan into action,” Lani said, sipping her hot chocolate. “And, well, here we are. The stuff about the pendant and witchcraft were all lies. And I didn’t actually drug you, obviously.”

Alexandra groaned. “I know I’m suggestible, but…damn. I genuinely felt high. Like I would do anything for you.”

Lani grinned. “Well, maybe you would. But it wouldn’t be because I roofied you.”

Alexandra laughed. The two girls were silent for a moment, enjoying each other’s company.

“In your books,” Lani began. Alexandra arched an eyebrow. “The maid, Gwyndolyn… she’s secretly been Princess Goldia this entire time, hasn’t she?”

Alexandra stared, mouth open. “How did you…”

“It’s the only thing that makes sense with the foreshadowing you’ve set up. Like, how would Gwyndolyn know the password to the royal vault if she was just an ordinary maid? And the vampire mistress wasn’t able to bewitch her, so she must be a member of one of the thirteen noble bloodlines. Not to mention that whole bit with the Slime Queen where she was cryptically hinting about Gwyn’s involvement in the prophecy.” Lani tossed a stray braid over one shoulder. “Plus, you have a tendency to alliterate when coming up with pseudonyms. I mean…Alexandra, Allura, Ariella? Really?” she chuckled. “You’re such a talented writer, and yet…”

“…I’m helpless with names,” Alexandra finished.

The two girls stared at each other before breaking out into a fit of giggles. The conversation flowed to other topics.

“Why don’t you come over again next week?” Lani asked, when it was time for Alexandra to go home.

Alexandra smiled. “It’s a date.”

“Oh, come on, Alex!” Lani fumed. She was standing outside the bathroom of The Corner Brew, waiting for her girlfriend to finish changing. “You look gorgeous in it.” Damn straight you do. I broke my back getting it to fit your gangly frame right.

“That’s the problem,” Alexandra’s muffled reply came from behind the closed door. “I’ll–everyone will look at me.”

“And?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Nobody will care. Look at how I dress. Everyone here is used to it.”

There was nothing but silence from behind the closed door.

Lani sighed. “…If you really don’t want to, that’s ok. I shouldn’t have pushed.” I’ll just turn you into a doll and dress you up at home instead.

There were some rustling sounds, and then the soft click of the door unlocking. Alexandra poked her face out, blushing furiously. “No, I…I want to.” She bit her lip and looked down. “I like being pretty for you,” she whispered.

That statement sent a jolt of arousal straight between Lani’s legs. Oh, the THINGS I am going to do to you when we get home, girl.

Alexandra swung the door open. She was wearing a maid dress that matched Lani’s own, tailored to her tall, slim figure. It was simultaneously demure and erotic, wrapping her body in ribbons and lace like a present waiting to be opened. Lani’s heart hammered at the sight.

“See? You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” Alexandra said, dipping her head and blushing. “Now,” she said, dusting off her apron. “Should we get to work?”

On the corner of Duke and 14th is a coffee shop called The Corner Brew, which has become known for two peculiar features.

First of all, it’s a maid cafe. You won’t see that fact advertised anywhere because it’s not technically store policy. The baristas started dressing up as part of an inside joke, and it became a tradition.

The second strange thing about The Corner Brew grew organically from the first. Apparently, some customers were so inspired by the staff’s cosplay that they began to show up in costume themselves.

Sure, it wasn’t most customers. Usually one or two a day. But at The Corner Brew, it became not uncommon to see a pirate with a glass of matcha lemonade balanced in her hook, or a man with cat ears reading the newspaper while drinking black coffee, or a child sipping juice primly from a teacup in a princess dress she begged her parents for an occasion to wear.

For example, if you walked in right now, you’d see a pair of matching maids: one working diligently behind the bar, stealing glances at the other, who sits by the window, sipping her vanilla latte and typing away at her laptop.

What she’s writing is anyone’s guess.