Hypnovember 2021 Shorts

Ghosts

by Skaetlett

Tags: #cw:noncon #clothing #D/s #exhibitionism #f/f #f/nb #humiliation #m/nb #nb/nb

Jessie opened the door to the apartment slowly, almost dreading going inside. It had been almost 3 months since her girlfriend, Harley, had passed, and on no day did it get easier. She put off cleaning out Harley's apartment for as long as physically possible, even paying two extra months of rent herself just to avoid doing so. As soon as she stepped in, Jessie collapsed onto a chair and tried to stop herself from crying.
    "It's only been three seconds, Jess," she scolded herself gently. "You can't start crying already." Despite how much she wanted to believe that, she barely registered it. Harley's entire apartment smelled like her. There were pictures of Harley and Jessie strewn on the walls, many scrapbooks and photo albums Jessie had created laying politely on the bookshelf. Jessie wanted nothing more than to turn her heart off for a bit.
    Not only did she lose her girlfriend, she also lost her Domme. It was a sudden car accident -- the other driver was drunk -- and by the time Jessie got to the hospital, Harley was long gone. More than anger, for a while she just felt empty. And then she felt furious. Having full control over her life again didn't feel right. She felt like, no matter what she did, she was still disobeying her Domme's commands. She would have killed for Harley to tell her gently that it was okay.
    After a moment of collecting herself, she gathered herself, and began moving some storage boxes in. She delicately stuffed the plethora of books in a few, gently tucked away the kitchenware, and wrapped the many little doo-dads in bubbles. She couldn't bring herself to go into Harley's room until the end. Once everything else was painstakingly packed, Jessie moved into Harley's room.
    And started crying again.
    Jessie couldn't take it. She just wanted to hear Harley's voice again. Just once. She wanted Harley to hold her, to tell her everything would be okay.
    And just as she thought that, Jessie felt her body freeze as arms wrapped around her. "Ah!" she gasped. Jessie looked behind her. No. That was impossible. Harley was gone. But those arms... they felt just like her. And they were unmistakably wrapped around her body. "W-who's there?" she shouted.
    "Me," the definite noncorporeal voice of Harley responded. "Look." Jessie felt her head tilted towards a box on top of the bedside table. She hesitantly reached for it and opened it, and as soon as she did, flashes of her time with Harley appeared before her. Hugs and kisses and laughs, various scenes they did, dates they went on, times Harley introduced Jessie to her friends...
    "W-what's going on?" was all Jessie could say. Tears streamed down her face. "Am... am I seeing things?"
    "A spell," Harley's voice continued. "Before I died, I put a spell on myself to maintain my soul and voice after I die."
    "Where are you?" Jessie stood up and looked around. "C-come on, stop this, Harley, is this some sort of..."
    She could hear Harley chuckle. "No, my dear. It's not a joke or recording. I made myself a ghost for you." Jessie felt her hands turn warm, and sure enough, the ghostly Harley's hands were wrapped around Jessie's. Oddly enough, she still felt warm. And her hands still held that same sense of control Jessie knew so well.
    "I don't understand," Jessie said meekly. "Why?"
    "Because I want to control you even beyond my death," Harley's voice explained. "If you would consent, I would love to be with you. In your brain. For the rest of time. You won't ever have to worry about disobeying me or missing my control ever again."
    Jessie's voice was completely quiet. "I... won't?"
    "No," Harley said. "I'll be with you always, Jessie. I love you so much. I want to control every part of you, even as my body is gone. Once I fuse with you, we'll truly be together. And you'll truly be mine."
    Jessie collapsed on the bed as the arms embraced her again. As she breathed, she could feel Harley's presence surrounding her. She sobbed happily; even though Harley's body was gone, she could still be with Harley. Jessie could have her Domme control her again -- for as long as time.
    "Yes, Miss. Please, take my body for yours."
    Harley's ghost entered Jessie and she felt her body convulse. Arms were moving when Jessie didn't will them to, and she could hear Harley's voice clear as day. Harley commanded her body, and could make it do whatever she wanted.
    And Jessie would have her life no other way.

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