Clara's hands crutched the hems of her dress so hard, they'd need to be ironed out later. The silence between her and Diana felt like it could tear her eardrums. Sarah Clapp was left outside, to her own devices, as Diana demanded a meeting with Clara. After the initial shock had passed, of course.
Smart Clara knew many things. But one thing in particular - she made a huge, huge mistake.
Diana immediately teased out of Clara how much she had told Sarah. Clara beat herself up with every detail she recounted. How could she be so stupid? Falling for such a trick? She wasn't that impressionable, was she?
Never mind. She knew the answer to that.
"Okay," Diana finally broke the silence. Clara's back straightened. She clutched onto her eternity collar for grounding, comfort. "This is a problem. No one is disputing this."
"I'm so, so sorry, Your Highness," Clara grimaced.
"You are forgiven. This... can be amended, and I'll make sure both stupid and smart Clara knows to keep her mouth shut." Diana hunched over, trying to process the situation herself. "We have two problems here. How do we get this... *extremely* pushy girl out of sight, out of mind; and more importantly, how do we tell Jasmine?"
Ughhhh. Clara hadn't even considered how Jasmine would respond. Diana more than forgave Clara's wrongdoing - but she was the kinder of the two. Clara's ass already hurt thinking of the smacks she'd get for this.
"I... I need to confess something," Clara started. Diana leered towards her. "Sarah is not the kind of person to let things go. She's a gossip queen, I guess is the best way to put it. Even if she were to sign an NDA with the heaviest legal threats, I'm not sure it would keep her away."
"Even if we dropped an insane amount of money on her?"
"Especially then."
Diana looked out of the window discreetly. Sarah stood there, obediently, just as Diana told her. It was like she orgasmed from that one command.
In the past, that would have been scintillating. It would have lit a fire in Diana's heart - taking Sarah for herself like a filet mignon. But this wasn't the past. Diana... she was trying. Trying her hardest not to be that kind of person anymore. Clara could see her discomfort. Hesitantly, she put a hand on Diana's. Diana accepted, holding Clara's hand tightly.
"It's almost 5:30," Diana commented. "Jasmine will be home soon."
Clara forced a smile. "We... we'll figure this out. But I guess the first order of business is how to tell Sarah that..."
Diana clenched Clara's hand so much it started to hurt. "We... can't do that for her. We can't, right?"
Clara frowned. When did she become the one to make these decisions? "I..." She didn't know. What were they supposed to do.
Just before she was about to give an answer, Jasmine came through the door, a heavy scowl on her face. Oh fuck. Jasmine turned her head to Clara, and gave her a sour grin - the kind that made Clara know she was in deep trouble.
        "Clara," she spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice, "why in the entire fucking world did you bring her back here?"
"I-I-I, uh, I, well-" Clara didn't have much of an excuse. At this point, she had a habit of accidentally bringing people back to the mansion. Anne, Diana's parents, and now Sarah Clapp - all three bound to cause trouble. "I'm sorry, Mistress. She - she got very demanding, and I caved in."
Jasmine walked over to Clara and whispered quietly, "you mean to tell me, you obeyed someone else's demands, as opposed to ours?"
Clara's legs instinctively clenched together. *Oh, I'm about to feel some pain, aren't I?* "I... suppose I did, Mis--"
"*Yes, or no.*"
Clara gulped. "Yes, Mistress. I'm very sorry."
Jasmine sighed. Some of the tension left her body with her heavy breath. Obviously, that didn't mean she wasn't still angry - Clara could tell Jasmine still felt mostly fury. But now wasn't the time to punish Clara. Later, though? Probably. "We have to figure out how to deal with this situation." Jasmine set down her briefcase and sat next to Diana, one leg crossed over another.
Diana moved closer to Jasmine, grabbing onto her shoulders for... some semblance of reassurance. "Well," Jasmine started, her voice much calmer, "we have options. The most rational of which is to bring down an NDA form and pay her into silence."
Diana pursed her lips, hesitant to speak. "I... in my opinion, she doesn't seem like the kind of person to keep quiet."
Clara opened her mouth - *I'll say*, she wanted to speak - but she waited. She needed permission, after all. Especially now.
"You may talk, plaything," Jasmine reassured.
Clara collapsed into the chair, sinking into it. At least she felt a tad more comfortable now. "I agree with Diana," she said, pensive. "Sarah seems to have... um, what's the word? The one when you're really, really, really into being dominated, and it makes you all-"
"Sub frenzy," Diana interrupted. "Right. That makes sense."
Jasmine rubbed her temples. "So she's... enthusiastic. I gathered that much."
"Sub frenzy..." Diana continued, "it can drive you to do things you probably shouldn't." She glanced towards Jasmine, a hint of remorse in her eyes. "Perhaps we should bring her in for a conversation. Explain that, the things she is feeling are very, very powerful. And while she deserves to have her needs met, we can't be the one meeting them."
Clara nodded in agreement, though her eyes didn't exactly show enthusiasm. "I'll go out and invite her in. Maybe we can answer some of her questions, and then bring down the NDA." Clara had a feeling that, even if Sarah were dumb enough to garner legal action from Jasmine, no one would believe her.
"Good plaything," Jasmine praised, grabbing onto Clara's hair lightly - just hard enough to pull. Clara winced. "You know where the office is. There should be a folder. Go up and grab it for us."
"Yes, Mistress." Clara obediently rose, and began making her way up.
Just before-
"Excuse me, Mistress."
Everyone's heads whipped around. There stood a maid, in her perfectly tailored outfit, looking the most visible Clara has ever seen one of her maids. Truth be told, Clara didn't know a ton about Jasmine's crew of housekeepers. Somehow, she got the impression a lot of them came from similar circumstances - deep financial ruin, an imbalance of assets and debts, homelessness, the likes. She knew they were treated well, trained to perfection, and told to be as invisible as a ghost. They knew not to bother Jasmine or Diana unless directly spoken to.
So for one to pop out, make herself known, *interrupt a vital conversation* - it was unhead of. Clara almost expected Jasmine to fire her on the spot. She didn't - but she glared daggers at the maid.
"Yes?" Jasmine's voice dripped with acidity. "What seems to be the problem?"
The maid bowed politely, lowering her head. Her posture was perfect. Did they train her in that as well? "I sincerely apologize for interrupting you. We are wondering when you will be able to have the schedule for the next month for us."
Jasmine's eyes widened - in a completely different way. "The schedule," she murmured. "I... I can't believe I-"
"What?" Diana asked. "What's wrong?"
"Tomorrow is the new month," Jasmine explained with a grimace. "Maids are supposed to get their schedule one month in advance. And I... I haven't-"
The maid interrupted Jasmine's moment of panic. "P-please do not worry, Mistress! May I help in any manner?"
Jasmine inhaled sharply. "I believe Roxanne is the most senior of the team right now, correct?"
"Yes, Mistress." Clara felt shocked. These maids were just as - if not more - trained into service as Clara.
"Please go to her and ask she draft a preliminary schedule for the next week. I will look it over and finalize the details. Tell her this is an order from myself."
"Of course, Mistress. I will have her send you a copy of the drafted schedule."
With a curtsy, and an acknowledging nod from Jasmine, the maid left. In a hurry. A graceful hurry, somehow. "Are you okay, dear?" Diana asked.
"Yes, yes, I am, I'm just - overwhelmed." Jasmine lifted her glasses and put her head in her hands. "We haven't had a head maid in months. I've been taking care of all of the logistics, but between that, dedicating enough time to... my loved ones," Jasmine flushed, "and my regular duties as a high-standing CEO, it has been a strain."
"Mm," Clara hummed, "it would be nice to have a head maid again. Maybe I can look into hiring one?"
A moment of silence. Just as Clara thought she said something horrifically out of place, Diana's back straightened with a gasp. "We haven't had a head maid in months."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"*We need to hire a head maid.*" Diana looked towards the window, where Sarah Clapp presumably-
No.
"My Queen, please, that can't be an option," Jasmine interjected. "We went too far last time. We need to make decisions like these slowly, rationally. Besides, I don't know if I'd enjoy owning her as my plaything."
Diana's grin widened. "Maybe not," she started. "But you might enjoy turning her sub frenzy into..."
"*Domme frenzy*," Clara gasped.
Diana stood up and began walking around, as she did when big ideas started to fall into place. "She wants us to own her? She wants to do *anything* for us?" Jasmine's face remained long, defeated, conflicted, even in the midst of Diana's excitement. "She probably is thinking about her own pleasure. But if she truly wants to service us, then she will do anything. We can make her do all of our tedious administrative work, and force her sub identity out of her." At this point, Diana was vibrating with excitement. Clara looked anxiously to Jasmine. Jasmine was silent.
"I don't know," Jasmine finally responded. "We hurt so many people. What if we hurt more? Why would we want to make the same mistake twice?"
Diana closed her eyes tightly. Her fingers wiggled back and forth, her brain making dozens of connections at the speed of light. "Because we will let her leave."
Jasmine narrowed her eyes. "Let her?"
"Yes," Diana exhaled. "If she doesn't like serving us, then she can leave. We - we can give her a week-long trial. See how she adjusts. Make the changes reversible." Desperation began creeping into Diana's voice. *She wants this. She really wants this again.* "If her idea of serving us doesn't match ours, then we can release her. Clara, you said this was what she wanted, yes? That she was struggling in life because all she wanted was... well, this exact fantasy we've been living?"
Clara avoided Diana's eyes. "Yes, she did say that, Your Highness."
"She can sign away free will for a week. And then we can see how to proceed. We... we don't have to go on, if..." Diana met Jasmine's eyes. "If it's too hard. But... what if we're helping her? And what if she can help us?"
"Service to us," Jasmine murmured, "and service to our mansion, and service to... something more."
"*Yes!*" Diana exclaimed. She paused, waiting for Jasmine and Clara to mull it over. Clara felt weird, being involved in these decisions - she supposed because they were an official triad now, that made sense. And yet...
"Clarie?" Diana asked in a soft voice. "What do you think, princess?"
Clara smiled. Sarah hadn't exactly made the best second first impression, but, if this made Diana happy... "I think it may be worth trying, Your Highness."
Diana's smile widened incrementally. She turned to Jasmine. "My flower?"
Jasmine paused. Her arms were crossed, she didn't meet Diana's eyes, and her breathing was shallow. "I'm concerned," she expressed, an entirely valid feeling, "but if we can truly stop it at any time... then let's proceed. With caution."
Diana's body lost its tension. Tears began forming at the sides of her eyes. With a single finger, she wiped them away. "I'll go bring her in."
Jasmine grabbed Clara's arm, and stood, pulling her plaything up with her. "We'll be in our... negotiation room."
Diana left through the front door. Jasmine and Clara were left alone for some indeterminate amount of time.
“Mistress?” Clara quietly asked.
Jasmine sighed. “Yes, plaything?” she asked, her tone exacerbated.
“Are you… really feeling okay about this?”
Jasmine grumbled. “As much as I want to degrade you for asking a stupid question, it’s best to be honest,” she started. Clara already knew the answer. “No. I’m not. Diana and I, we… we made a careless decision. And that was after months of testing the waters with brainwashing. Bringing someone new in? Even if, logistically, we could use the help of a head maid? I…” Jasmine looked out to the door, one Diana had gone through seconds ago. “I don’t believe this is a good idea.”
“Even if… this is what she wants?”
Jasmine gave a bitter smile. “Is it what we want? Is this really a decision you think can be made so simply?”
Clara crossed her arms. “If I were in Princess mode, I’d say yes.”
“Which means the answer is no.”
“Yeah, exactly.”
Jasmine sighed. “If we’re both in agreement, then… I suppose I’ll chat with-”
Jasmine’s thought - and action - immediately was cut off as the front doors slammed open. Sarah barged in, Diana trailing behind her. “So, so, um, is it true? Do you want me as yours?”
Diana gave a pained look to Jasmine. Jasmine narrowed her eyes at her, and then at Sarah. “We want to discuss this with you, first. That is what we want,” Jasmine said firmly. Sarah tensed up - a small smile still unhidden on her face - and nodded shakily. “Dear, shall we go into the negotiation room?”
“Yes, let’s,” Diana replied.
As the two Dommes led the hyper eager sub away, Diana turned to Clara. Clara blinked. “Um, is there something you want, your Highness?”
“Yes. For you to be a part of this decision.”
“Oh, I, um, well-” Nope. Not questioning the Queen today. “Yes, of course, Your Highness.”
~~
        “To put it shortly, our answer to your request to join our mansion isn’t no, yet. But it’ll take many good reasons for us to welcome you.”
Despite this, Sarah's legs swung happily as she vibrated in the chair. Diana and Jasmine were just as perplexed as Clara. The most enthusiastic person who'd ever joined their harem was Lisa - *yes, Lisa*, Clara reminded herself - and even then, Lisa was in dire straights. Lisa was desperate for shelter and food.
Sarah, on the other hand? Sarah's studies were easily funded, and she had many potential careers in potential. She wasn't at threat of homelessness or at the mercy of debt collectors. Sarah Clapp was just really fucking horny for submission.
Clara knew, somehow, that for Sarah, this was a fantasy. Clara also knew that there was much, much more to being Jasmine and Diana's thralls than sitting back and being a fleshlight. No. Service didn't stop at sexual or submissive tasks. Clara had her boundaries stretched, pushed, disregarded. Of course, she wouldn't have had her strange journey any other way. But she got the impression Sarah didn't *really* know what she was getting herself into.
Jasmine looked at Diana with a pained expression, before turning back to Sarah. "In the past, we've had our thralls sign contracts binding them to our mansion, legally. With only us being able to revoke the contract." Sarah's grin widened at that possibility, only making Jasmine look more tormented. "After... a long time, we realized this was the wrong way to do things. But we're not discussing contracts yet, mostly because we hardly know you."
Diana cleared her throat, taking over. "To start: why should we want to take you as ours? What will you offer us?"
"Um, well, I'd be willing to do anything you wanted - anything - I don't really have many limits. I'll do all your chores for you, even!"
Jasmine rolled her eyes. "We have a fully staffed crew of maids. Clara, here, serves most of our wants and needs in... other ways." Clara squirmed in her seat. "We need more than 'I'll do anything' and 'I have no limits'."
Sarah's smile wavered. "What else can I... um... well, if Clara ever gets tired, wouldn't it be nice to have a backup servant?"
Jasmine chuckled. "If Clara ever gets tired, she'll do what we want anyways. Right, princess?"
"R-right," Clara whimpered. Sarah's smile returned, seeing Clara's subby whines. She was really, really deep into this fantasy, wasn't she?
"And most of the time, we're the ones making her tired," Diana laughed. "But, let's play a game. You say no limits. Correct?"
Sarah hesitated. For just a moment. "Yes, I have no limits."
"Let's say the only work you do for us is administrative," Diana suggested. Sarah cocked her head, and Diana continued. "What if being our thrall only meant doing our paperwork, our bookkeeping, the scheduling for our maids. HR tasks. Imagine you never got to do anything submissive or sexual, ever, because that might be all we need and want from you. Does that life sound fun to you?"
"I..." Sarah shrunk. "I mean... it's not *exactly* what I had in mind, but-"
"But you said you'd do anything for us, and that you had no limits," Jasmine smirked. "Are you telling us right now that paperwork is your limit?"
"No, I-"
"Sarah," Clara interjected. "I... I don't think you want this. I think you want what this looks like. But... there is a lot more than just submitting sexually to two very hot dominants."
"Awe," Diana cooed. "You're sweet."
"This is... an arrangement, Sarah. We take it very, very seriously around here. You were so excited about this, but, do you really think you would do anything? Anything at all? No matter how boring or tedious or gross it may seem?"
Sarah paused. Jasmine turned to Diana, and opened her mouth. Clara knew she wanted to put an end to this charade.
"If that's what you need me for," Sarah said, "then yes. I... I want that."
        Diana raised an eyebrow, leaning in. “Explain more,” she demanded. Sarah straightened her back once again, nodded, and continued.
        “I want to be useful,” Clara remembered that exact sentiment, “and… I don’t know how much good I am right now to other people. I-I mean, I’m barely passing my classes. I’m not even in a program where - where I’d be particularly helpful to anyone. But… if I can help two beautiful ladies? Even - even if it’s not in a way I’d love, at first, then… well, I’m sure I can learn to love whatever you want me to do.”
        Jasmine fiddled with her wedding band. She glanced over at Diana, trying to read her expression. Upon failing, she turned to Clara, who basically wore her anxiety as a face tattoo. “And, well, if you need time to think, that’s okay with me! I mean, I would love to serve you both… but I don’t, um, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
        Clara stifled a laugh. Jasmine pulled her phone under the desk and began to type.
        Clara and Diana’s phone buzzed at the same time. Sarah didn’t seem particularly bright, but she could probably tell they were talking about her.

        Jasmine: Do we really want to do this?
        Clara: It’s up to you both. I understand whichever option you decide.
        Diana: A head maid would be nice. Can we really trust this person, though? After all, we haven’t vetted her at all. We don’t know her life, her desires. Sorry, her real desires.

Sarah tapped her fingers against her thighs, trying to hide her impatience. Jasmine noted this, and continued their silent text conversation.

        Jasmine: What do you think of a trial?

A pause.

        Jasmine: We can bring her on for a week, in which we can release her if we feel she is not fit. Vice versa, as well. It would be wise to give her the option to leave, as well.
        Diana: I’m unsure if she’ll last an hour or want to last the rest of her life.
        Jasmine: Should we try that, then, my Queen?”

Diana looked down at her phone, reading and rereading Jasmine and Clara’s texts. Eventually, she lifted her head, to acknowledge Sarah.
        “We’re willing to bring you on, on a trial basis,” she said firmly. “You will be given a week. At any point, we can release you, or you can release yourself. After this period, we can discuss something more intense, permanent.”
        Jasmine cleared her throat and took over. “As Clara explained, our arrangement involved total power control. You would not be allowed limits during this time, and our wishes and wants would take precedence over anything else.” Sarah’s legs squirmed together. Jasmine couldn’t help but crack a smile at the edges of her lips. “Since you are in school, you would be required to continue that so no questions are raised. You will also be signing an NDA, which, if broken, you will severely regret the consequences.”
        “In a legal way,” Diana added. “Not a sexy way.”
        Sarah deflated just a little. Diana stifled a laugh. Clara shrunk a little, realizing just how much Diana and Jasmine were beginning to lean into the idea. The initial shock had passed, but Clara was still frozen with surprise. She couldn’t believe they were considering this, at all, especially how quickly they gave into that urge. Not that it was necessarily  a bad thing.
        It would be nice to have another harem mate, too. Oh wait, Clara realized, they were talking about Sarah being the new head maid? Crap, that would mean a third Domme, right? She internally sighed.
        “Furthermore, our control doesn’t stop at dominance and submission. We…” Jasmine turned to Diana, as if asking for permission to continue. “Well, I guess showing you would be easier. Clara, stand up.”
        “Um, yes, Mistress.” Clara obediently stood up. Jasmine followed, walking behind Clara, circling her like a hawk. She leaned in. Clara knew what was coming next.
        “*Pink, pink, pink.*”
        The second those words were uttered, Clara’s world transformed. As did she.
The smart, straight A graduate - the TA to one of the toughest professors in her university... all of that drained. When that knowledge, that competence, that intelligence faded, only Princess Clara was left. Whatever she was doing before didn't matter. With those words, she was no more than a bimbo princess whose mouth was better used as a fleshlight.
"Thank you for making me a princess!" she giggled. Sarah's legs clenched together further, already seeing the drastic change. "Um, how can I like, service you today?"
Diana smirked. "Thank you for asking, Princess Clara. Always so polite. See, I want to show Sarah here how dumb we've made you - how much of a useless slut you are now. Could you do that for me, Clarie?"
Clara giggled again. "Like, of course, your Highness! I'll do whatever you, like, want."
That particular statement got a restrained huff from Sarah. Diana glanced to her and smirked. Jasmine's eyes were dilated with arousal, but the hesitation was still clear on her face.
"Princess Clara," Diana's hands reached under her dress, "would you like to pleasure me today?"
Clara gasped. "Like, yes, of course, your Highness! I want to pleasure you all the time. I love your Highness' cock so much." Clara began to feel drool piling in her mouth at the thought - she had *such* an oral fixation - that she spoke with no shame.
Diana pulled her dress up, and her panties down, revealing her already hardening dick. "I'll let you pleasure me, you stupid slut, but first, I want to show off how brainwashed we've made you."
Diana turned her attention to Sarah; Clara's eyes were still heavily fixated on Diana's sex. "Sarah," she spoke casually, "how much do you know about hypnosis?"
"I-I..." Sarah squirmed in need. She obviously wanted to be in Clara's position, more than anything. "Not much, I-I'm afraid..."
"Well, you see, that's what we do with our playthings. We change them. You knew Clara as the smartest girl in your class... didn't you?" Sarah nodded quickly. "So the power of hypnosis can do something like... this."
The Queen turned her attention back to Clara. "Princess," she started, "what's three times five?"
Clara furrowed her eyebrows. Diana asked her a question. Three times five. That was... oh, this was too hard, getting Diana off would be much easier and much more fun... that question was addition. Right? "Um... eight...teen?"
Diana laughed. Sarah's eyes widened even further, her jaw dropped on the ground. "Sure it is, Clara. You keep telling yourself that. Do you know what..." Diana tapped her chin, and then pointed to one of the many decorations in the mansion. This one in particular was an intricate, gorgeous blue and gold vase. Hand sculpted to perfection. "Do you know what that is called, Princess Clara?"
"Um, is that, like, another math question?" Clara pouted. "I'm really bad at math."
"Oh, don't worry, we know." Diana's smirk had turned into a wicked, excited grin. "I'll give that to you. No, this isn't a math question, you stupid, stupid idiot." Diana pointed to the vase again. "What is that called?"
Clara had trouble turning her eyes away from Diana's sex, but she did so. Clara stared intensely at the object, her pupils occasionally turning back to Diana's cock. *I want to suck it. I want to suck it. I want to suck it.* That was the only thing on her mind. "It's called... um..." Clara tried to think of words. The worst part of being asked these questions was that... she knew that somewhere, deep in her brain, she knew this. She knew these obvious answers to simple questions. But Diana and Jasmine kept them locked away, when Clara was in this state. "A... boat?"
Jasmine snorted. Finally, some amusement escaped her. Diana cackled. "Wow, you're somehow stupider than usual today, Princess! How does that make you feel?"
"I..." Clara's legs squirmed together. "I like, really, really want to, I, um..." Her eyes locked back on Diana's sex, which was twitching, leaking, begging to be pleased. "I'm like, really, um, horny," Clara finally responded in a quiet tone.
Diana leaned back, raising her waist higher. "So do you think you deserve to pleasure me? After you showcased how stupid you are?"
"Yeah!" Clara responded with unhinged enthusiasm.
"And why?"
"Because... um..." This one should have been easy, but it wasn't. Eventually, though, Clara found the answer. This was one thing she knew. "Because you love it when I'm dumb and stupid and a useless bimbo!"
"Ah, close," Diana teased. "You're a useful bimbo. Because I'm going to make use of you, right here, right now."
"Yaa-" Clara was about to squeal in delight, but Diana had enough waiting. She grabbed Clara's hair and forced her sex in Clara's mouth the moment she had an opportunity. Clara, of course, did not resist or object.
She sucked, obediently, eagerly, with a fervent delight that could not have been achieved without brainwashing. Clara pleasured Diana's cock like it was the only thing she knew how to do. Every inch, every atom of it, it felt and tasted like heaven. Clara bopped her head back and forth, with the speed and rhythm she knew Diana liked. Diana gasped, rolling back in her chair, and kept Clara's head planted where she wanted it. "Good princess," Diana said breathily. "See, Sarah? This is what your intelligent, competent friend is to us. A brainless sex toy. And she didn't get to choose what we made her. But you like our choices, don't you, Princess?"
"Mhmm," Clara moaned around Diana's throbbing cock.
"And you," Diana faced Sarah, twirling her hair in her fingers casually. "We'd turn you into anything we wanted. Anything. That's how things worked in the past, and that's how we'd be doing it again. Are you-" she panted, "-truly okay with that? With giving up your free will? Your personhood?"
"Y-yes," Sarah moaned, clasping her hands around her waist to hide her arousal. "A-anything you want... Your Highness..."
Diana smirked. And then she turned to the only one with any hesitation left - Jasmine. "And you... my flower?"
Jasmine's arms were crossed, but she was leaning in, watching the scene like a hawk circling its prey. Oh, she wanted to hide her arousal so much, masking it with uncertainty. This was a rushed decision. Jasmine was a business woman - she didn't like rushed decisions. So Clara felt, somewhere, an ounce of surprise when she said-
"Yes, my Queen."
Diana sighed in relief - or in arousal? Clara couldn't tell. "Then... will you please draft a new contract for Ms. Clapp?"
Jasmine stood up, and bowed slightly to the royalty. "Of course, my Queen."
Painfully, Jasmine left to follow the order. She glanced one last time at her princess, dutifully serving her Owner. And then after a pause, she left.
Diana clutched Clara's hair in her hands. "Faster, slut." Clara murmured a response, but it was drowned out by Diana thrusting her cock into Clara's mouth. Clara felt her throat mercilessly fucked, as if she wasn't working fast enough already. Clara choked and gagged, a wonderful feeling, as she could taste her Owner's pre on her tip.
With a few more solid thrusts, Diana climaxed. She shot rope after rope of cum into Clara's mouth, coating the insides of her throat. She grabbed Clara's hair and pulled back - and with the last four or five ropes, Clara's face was completely covered in cum. Dizziness overcame her as she swallowed what was inside her, and licked the outsides of her lips. Her Highness tasted so good. She felt so good, coated on Clara's face like a lotion.
Diana sat back, panting, recovering from the intensity. Sarah looked ready to explode with need.
Diana moved her head to Sarah, a smug look on her face. Sarah's pupils were dilated to the size of dinner plates. Her body refused to breathe, holding itself tightly with anticipation. "Oh, yeah," she purred. "You're definitely into this."
"Y-yes," Sarah whimpered.
"Even if we plan to make you not like this," Diana continued, "even if all you do is menial hard labor, you still like this."
Sarah nodded again. Her face was completely red. Her knees clacked together, shivering as if the temperature was below freezing. "Well," Diana continued, "I can't say putting you in Clara's spot next time is *off* the table."
Just before Diana was about to continue that train of thought - the door opened. Jasmine slid in, with a stack of papers. Neatly attached were sticky notes, presumably for where Sarah was supposed to initial or sign. "I had to make some adjustments," Jasmine continued, a bitter smile on her face. "You will still be signing an NDA - whatever you experience or share here is not to be shared outside of this mansion, under any circumstances." She picked off the first contract, and handed it over to Sarah. Diana reached behind Jasmine, grabbed a fancy pen from its holder, and handed it to Sarah next. Sarah skimmed the contract - a good thing she was reading it - before picking up the pen and signing.
"H-here you go," she picked it up and neatly handed it to Jasmine. Jasmine looked it over, showed it to Diana, and seemed satisfied.
"The next contract describes our arrangement. It also explicitly states this will be a trial - you will sign an official contract if we end up satisfied with your service." Jasmine handed one copy to Sarah, and kept one for herself. Jasmine showed it to Diana. Her Queen took it from her and skimmed through the pages, eyeing it for the changes Jasmine made.
"How does it look, my Queen?"
Diana pursed her lips at... something. Was she displeased in some way? Clara had to wonder, in the back of her cum-drenched brain. "Fine," Diana responded. She turned to Sarah and seamlessly took over for Jasmine. "To go over the terms of the contract, we will ask you a series of 'yes' or 'no' questions. You are not to respond with any other word unless otherwise directed." Her eyes turned to her flower, awaiting... permission? Acceptance? Jasmine nodded.
Sarah nodded. She clasped her hands to her skirt, anxiously playing with it as the questions began. Clara recognized some of the questions.
“Do you understand that if you take this position, we will pay for all your expenses in exchange for servitude?” Jasmine started.
“Yes,” Sarah began responding, almost in the same clockwork manner Clara had.
Diana took over. They continued alternating through the questions. “Do you understand that you will be living with us in this mansion? You will have your own room, food, and occasional free time.”
Sarah beamed. “Yes.”
“Do you intend to follow orders related too self-preservation such as reading, working out, eating well, cleaning, running errands, or otherwise daily tasks?”
“Y-yes.” Clara had the impression that was the best way to get her to do any self-care.
“Do you understand that you will also be of service to our friends, guests, and coworkers?”
Sarah’s legs twitched once more. “Yes… yes.”
“Do you understand we will hypnotize you into being whoever we want you to be, and acting however we want you to act?”
A dopey, blissful smile came over Sarah’s face. Reality had begun to set in for her. At least, Clara thought. “Yes.”
“Do you intend to follow orders such as requests for sexual favors and dressing how we want despite being demeaning or embarrassing?”
“Yes…” Sarah’s response was nearly an indecent moan.
“Do you have any obligations, personal or professional, that would get in the way of your devotion to us?”
“Y– No.” From the other side of the interview table, Clara could now garner that was intended to trip up their plaything of interest.
“Do you understand that you will sign a binding, irrevocable contract swearing you into silence regarding your arrangements both during your time serving us and thereon after?” That question was different from last time; though, the reasoning for that was quite obvious.
Sarah paused. “Yes.”
“And you are okay with this?”
Sarah gave a longer pause. Just as Clara began to think Sarah would back out–
“Yes.”
        Jasmine and Diana took a deep, long exhale, releasing half of their pent up tension.
"And finally," Diana exhaled. "I believe the answer is obvious, based on that dumb look in your eyes, but to reiterate: Why do you want to be our plaything?"
Sarah clutched her hands together. "I want to be of service," she said. "I don't think my... that my life serves any other purpose. All this time, I've been looking for something to replace it - some career path, something... that I don't really care about. I care about service. And... I'm honored you're giving me a chance. Because I..." Sarah looked away. "I don't have many strengths. But I am obedient. I'm obedient, subservient, and I - I promise I have a lot to offer you. Even if," she paused, "not all of it fits my... my personal fantasy. I want to serve you, Mistress Jasmine, and Queen Diana."
Sarah almost started stuttering again, trying to figure out what else to add, but she landed on that sentence. It was the perfect place to end. Clara distantly listened, their voices miles away, dulled out, but she still tried to listen...
"Very well. Then sign." Jasmine pointed to the last sticky note. Sarah inhaled deeply, closed her eyes tight, and signed her name as elegantly as possible. With the final stroke of the pen, Sarah handed the contract back to Jasmine. The two Dommes eyed it, then eyed Sarah. Diana whispered something to Jasmine, and after a pause, Jasmine replied.
"And now, you're ours," Jasmine grinned. Slowly, her earlier uncertainty began to melt away. Arousal took over her body. Not only arousal, but her quintessential need to own people. To own things - playthings. And to be able to do whatever she wanted with them.
Diana shared that fantasy.
*It's going to be okay,* Clara told herself.
"Princess Clara," Diana said, "take your panties off, and sit on me. You deserve a reward for finding us such an eager girl."
"Oh, really?!" Clara squealed. She rose, and ripped off her panties. "Thank you, Your Highness!"
She sat down in Diana's lap, and almost immediately, Diana's hands grabbed and claimed and explored Clara's body. It was like Diana never felt she knew Clara's body well enough.
"You," Jasmine said to Sarah, the familiar sternness to her tone returning. "Undress. Show me that my purchase won't be unworthy."
"Y-y-yes, Mistress," Sarah responded quietly. That was clearly going to take some time to get used to, for her.
Sarah slowly stripped from her clothes. Despite how much more… certain she became of her desires and fantasies, she was still hesitant. Sarah was, at the core, still shy and reserved and full of anxiety. Clara knew, even as a dumb princess, that was all about to change.
Deep down, she prayed this was the right decision.
Sarah finished undressing, and Jasmine wasted no time. As Diana continued stimulating her ditzified princess, Jasmine slid her strap on into Sarah forcefully. She’d been kept waiting, waiting for something like this. Being the co-Domme of such a place… still exhilarated Jasmine. Her breath grew unsteady as her thrusts quickly slammed in deeper, faster, harder.
Jasmine, barely thinking about it, pulled a pocket watch from her jacket and dangled it in front of Sarah’s eyes. “Look at the pocket watch, slut,” she commanded with a growl. “And just listen to my voice, and nothing else. Got it?”
Sarah moaned out, “yes, Mistress. I’m s-soooo excited…”
Princess Clara, too, couldn’t wait to have a new playmate.