Entry 25.1 — Gabi

While Sarah is putting our trays away—compelled by the word “please”—I turn to Trixy.  “Could I have Sarah to myself tonight?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.  I’m pretty tired anyway.”

“Could I….”  I hesitate.

Her eyes turn lecherous.  “Yes?”

“I want to have some fun with Sarah tomorrow morning, but technically it’s CNC.  While I’m certain she’d enjoy herself, I want to have a conversation about it, but I also want it to be a surprise.  When I give you the signal, would you be willing to wipe her memory of the conversation?”

“Absolutely!  What’s the signal?”

“It’ll be a text message that says something like, ‘Could you wipe Sarah’s memory, now, please?’” I say.  “Unless we dive into details, the conversation will only take five minutes or so, so I’ll text you in maybe ten minutes I’d guess.

“Actually,” I say, a thought occurring to me, “do you think she would enjoy waking up bound?  If this wouldn’t be crossing a boundary for you, I could use some supernatural help tying her up with ropes.”

Her eyes twinkle.  “I can do that.  We’ll have to work through a bunch of details, though; that could take a while.  Sarah’ll notice if she loses that much time,” Trix warns.  “I could replace those memories with something if you’d like.”

“Oooh!  Well, we usually play Smash after dinner.”

“That works.”

“Could you make her think I beat her every game?”

Beatrix barks a laugh.  “Yes.  Yes, I can do that, too.  I’ll even make her believe it’s plausible!”

I stick my tongue out at her.  She winks at me, and … and then I can’t pull my tongue back into my mouth.  What? I think.  I try again and failing, begin to panic.

“Careful,” she says.  “Don’t want it to get stuck that way.”  I feel my cheeks heat as Ryan gives me a strange look.  I pull my tongue with everything I’ve got but it won’t budge.

Fear and embarrassment spark hyper-awareness.  Beatrix extends a finger and I warily follow it with my eyes as she pokes me on the nose.  “Boop!” she boops.  She withdraws her finger but my eyes won’t follow it.  They won’t move at all.  I’m cross-eyed with my tongue sticking out and a furious blush on my face.  And … and I’m wet?!  Why is this turning me on?  It adds to the shame which is not having the reaction it’s supposed to, instead making me hotter.  I swear every eye in the room must be on me, but I can’t even check because I can’t look!

“Say cheese,” Beatrix says.  I hear the sound her phone makes when it snaps a photo.

“Errhh!” I grunt futilely around my misbehaving tongue.

She taps me on the nose again; immediately my eyes refocus and my tongue retreats.  That doesn’t, however, change one bit the fact that I’m hot and bothered and embarrassed.

“I promised a treat for you and Sarah,” Trixy says, “and so I got one for me.”  She shoots me a smile that lands somewhere between flirtatious and infuriating.

I glance around and see no one looking at me but Trix.  Sarah is talking with Amon near the exit.  I turn back to Beatrix.  Whispering so no one around us can hear us discuss the classified topic, I say, “How did you do that?  You didn’t Speak and I didn’t give you my consent.  Did you prepare it ahead of time?”

“No!  I don’t know how I did it.  I just tried it and it worked.”  She pauses, her facial expression becoming uncharacteristically nervous.  “I think my ability is evolving.”  Her voice hushes even further, as if talking more to herself than to me.  “I’ve always been able to Speak things in my head, but until my Valentine’s Day date with Sarah, it only worked if it only affected me.  Now I can affect other people, but my instincts say….”  She trails off, then looks up at me.  “Was it okay?” she asks, uncertain.

“No - it - was - not!” I say with as much Southern ire as I can muster.  Her expression falters further, leaving her crestfallen and chagrined.  “But my ruined panties suggest that I am a liar.”

Her face brightens again.  “Oh, good.  They match mine then.”

“There’ll be payback, ya know,” I warn her.  “This means war.  We Southern gals know how to hold a grudge.”  That last part’s not true, but it seems like a good threat.

“Show me what you got, Ramirez.

“Ready to go?”

I nod.  We link arms and head toward Sarah.  Beatrix kisses us both goodnight and heads north, while the rest of us make our way to Stack 6.

“I have an idea,” I say, shutting the door behind us, “for some sexy times.”  That catches Sarah’s attention.  “It’s technically CNC, so I wanted to have a conversation about it first.”

“Really?  Alright, I’m all ears,” she says.

“How would you feel if you woke up to me eating you out?”

She blinks a few times.  “Lucky,” she says simply.

I smirk.  “And what if, upon waking, you found yourself bound and gagged?”

Her eyes bulge this time.  “Luckier.”

“And if I then ungagged you and sat on your face?”

She doesn’t respond.  I wave a hand in front of her eyes and still no response.  “Sarah?  Did I break you?”

“Sorry,” she says.  “I was picturing that and got trapped in the image.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d like that.”

“You really thought there was a chance I wouldn’t consent to this?  After everything you’ve seen me do with Bea?”

“No,” I say, “I was darn certain you would.  But a sleeping gal can’t give her consent—nor can a gagged one—so we needed to have this conversation ahead of time.  Besides, the last time I pulled something on you, it didn’t go so well.”  Sarah grimaces at the memory of the C she got on her chemistry exam, and I look away from her eyes.  “I’m still sorry about that.”

“Hon,” she says flatly, “you already apologized.  I forgave you then.  Please, don’t hold it against yourself.”  I nod.  “I appreciate that you wanted to have this talk, though.  I appreciate you.”

My eyes meet hers and there’s genuine warmth in them.  “Thanks, Babes.  That means a lot.

“Would you want tomorrow morning to be a surprise?  My plan is to ask Trixy to erase your memory of this conversation, but I want your consent on that, too.”

“Be my guest!” she says enthusiastically.

“You start up Smash Bros. and warm up against some internet randos,” I say, “while I work out the details with Beatrix.”  She salutes.  Dork.

Gabi
Hey gurl.  I just got her consent.  Do you have some time to work out the details before you erase her memory?

 

Trixy 🪄
I live to serve

 

Gabi
Yeah, I always got that impression 😜

 

Here’s what I’m picturing.  When Sarah wakes up, she’s gagged, her wrists are tied together above her head, and her legs are bound so that she can’t bring them together.  I’m picturing her knees bent, like she’s doing a situp, but her legs are spread

 

Then, once she’s good and needy, I’ll ungag her and sit on her face for a little fun of my own.  Can you do that?

 

Trixy 🪄
Well, aren’t you the kinky one tonight?  Love to see we’re corrupting you!

 

Totally doable but I have one condition.  Because she’s gagged, she won’t be able to speak her safeword.  Correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t have any experience as a domme.  She let me ‘install’ (for lack of a better word) something that lets me monitor her comfort level.  If it gets too intense for her, I’ll need some way to contact you so you can ungag her.  I *could* text, but I think it would be better if I spoke directly into your mind.  Are you okay with that?

 

Gabi
Oh, yes please!  I hadn’t considered she wouldn’t be able to use safewords.  Thanks

 

Trixy 🪄
No problem!  Gotta keep my girls safe

 

When I summon the ropes and bind her, is that what wakes her up?

 

Gabi
I was thinking she’d wake up a few seconds into me eating her out… 😳

 

Trixy 🪄
Love it.  Her hands are tied above her head.  I assume you want them immobilized, too.  So the rope will be tied to the bed somehow?

 

Gabi
Mmhmm!  I’m picturing the rope goes over the slat that connects the two sides of the bed, then the ends of the rope are tied to each leg to hold her hands in the center

 

Trixy 🪄
Sounds good.  I don’t know much about rope play… could you send me some pics of what you’re looking for?

 

Gabi
😳

 

Yes, gimme a sec

I grab my MacBook off my desk—Sarah, playing Yoshi, just ate her opponent and pooped him off the edge in an egg, increasing her lead to a life-and-a-half—and return to my bed.  I pull up Google Image Search, and type rope bondage spread legs.  Five minutes later, I send Trixy two images—one for her legs and ankles and one for her hands.

Gabi
How do these look?

 

Trixy 🪄
Your Mistress approves!

 

Gabi
You’re NOT my mistress!

 

Trixy 🪄
Whatever you say

Then she sends me the photo she took of me after dinner.  My cheeks flush hot.  I look even more … what even is the adjective?  Ridiculous?  Humiliated?  Controlled?  Vapid?  Objectified?  Whatever the word is, I look even more of it than I had imagined while it was happening.

Trixy 🪄
When I got home, I got off to this pic

 

Gabi
*plays it cool and pretends she’s not turned on by that*

 

Trixy 🪄
May I make a request?

 

Gabi
Shoot

 

Trixy 🪄
You can say no, but tomorrow morning, may I watch remotely with my ability?

I think for a long moment.  Trix is helping me with this fantasy, so I owe her, right?  I couldn’t do this without her.  Still, it makes me uncomfortable.

 

Trixy 🪄
I’m guessing by your lack of response, that it makes you uncomfortable.  That’s completely fine.  Just thought I’d ask

 

Gabi
Yeah, sorry, Babes

 

Trixy 🪄
Don’t worry about it.  Forget I asked

Before I can respond, I get three more rapid-fire texts from Trix.

Trixy 🪄
I mean those as the expressions!

 

I’m not trying to make you forget with my ability!

 

😅

 

Gabi
Haha, thanks for clarifying.  You’re all good

 

Trixy 🪄
😌 phew

 

Gabi
Thanks again so much for your help with this!  It means a lot to me, and I know it will mean a lot to Sarah

 

Trixy 🪄
You’re welcome, Hon.  I hope you two have fun.  I’m going to make her fall asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.  I’m assuming she’ll be sleeping in your bunk tonight?  Or should I teleport her there in the morning?

 

Gabi
Yes, my bunk tonight

 

After I’ve had my way with her, could you make her remember the conversation you’re about to make her forget?

 

Trixy 🪄
Will do!  Have fun!  😘

 

Gabi
Thanks!  Give me three minutes so Sarah can finish her game and I can get us to the character select screen

 

Trixy 🪄
🫡

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Entry 25.2 — Beatrix

Well, this was an unexpected turn of events.  A treat to be sure.  I look down at the notes I took during my conversation with Gabi.  Who knew she had it in her?  Still, I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

I append a couple ideas of my own.

• Until Gabi is done playing with her, it will feel real to Sarah.
• So long as they are being safe, Gabi will feel unencumbered by guilt or doubt.  She will do exactly what she wants to with Sarah.

Once I’m done Speaking this scenario into the universe, I send Gabi one more text: “When you wake up, snap your fingers to tie Sarah up.  She will sleep until your lips meet her vage and wake up gently.  When you’re done, snap your fingers again and all the effects will be undone.”