Sana pouted as hard as she possibly could. "Come on, Aisha. You haven't Dommed me in months. I'm always the one topping for you! Always!"
    Aisha rolled her eyes as Sana rehashed this argument for what felt like the millionth time. "Sana. I'm a sub-leaning switch. I told you that when we first started dating. Besides, we're open -- can't you find someone who wants to Domme you all the time?"
    Sana groaned. "You don't understand, babe. The top shortage. The *top* shortage! There are a million subs -- including us needy whimpering sub-leaning switches -- and next to no hard Dommes. We gotta compensate for that, at least for us."
    This was a fight they had at least once a week. Sana always relented and ended up being the Domme, at least for an evening. Aisha and Sana were both more than convinced they were pure bottoms, and then they realized that someone needed to top for them. They practiced on each other, stumbling around Dominance like it was a new hiking trail, learning new skills that they would each be more than happy to be on the other side of the slash for. But it always came back down to this. When would either of them get another sweet taste of mindless submission?
    "I should just turn you into a pure Domme," Sana challenged. "Then we'd all be happy."
    "I could say doing the same for you."
    "Why do you cling so hard to the idea of submission?"
    "And why do you get so clingy whenever I'm a Domme?" Aisha growled. "Like, when I give you the slightest threat, the lightest slap -- you come back crawling for more within seconds. You're the most clingy girlfriend ever, but only when I'm being dominant for you!"
    Sana and Aisha both sighed, sitting in silence as they reclined in their chairs. Suddenly, Sana got an idea. She was clingy? Well... maybe Aisha was right. Every time Aisha showed any semblance of dominance, Sana would cling to her like she was plastic wrap.
    So why not make them cling to each other?
    Sana pulled off her necklace, showing the rose quartz in front of Aisha. Aisha’s face turned red as she glanced into the pendulum. Sana’s girlfriend was really the perfect hypnoslut. At least Aisha wasn’t a brat. Sana would never know how to deal with that.
    “You know what to do.” Sana had at least gotten fantastic at hypnotizing Aisha very, very quickly. All it took was a few words. “Staring deeper and deeper, one two three and -- drop.”
     Like a trained puppy, Aisha did just that. Sana didn’t mind Domming for Aisha at these moments. She was such a willing subject, after all.
     “Feel me going into your mind, back into that control room. You can see all the buttons and levers there. I’m going to go in through the door and make just a few changes.
     “See that giant lever in the corner, the one currently pointed to a one? You see, it’s actually a scale of submission to Dominance. I’m going to grab the lever, and you’re going to feel me pull it down. All the way to ten -- to pure dominance.”
     Aisha murmured incomprehensibly as she felt it. “And then I’m going to keep pulling it. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.” With every number, Aisha grew hotter and hotter, like she couldn’t keep herself still in the seat. Her face was beet red, with a tense look on her face as she adjusted to the feeling.
     Sana turned it all the way up to twenty. That was probably unnecessary, but it did the job. “Now, I’m going back out of the control room, and when you come back up you’ll definitely feel it. Feel yourself addicted to dominance. Clingy to the idea of controlling and dominating me. And you won’t ever be able to let go of the control you’ll have over me.”
     “Counting back up. Three… coming back into the room, two, opening your eyes, and one, awake.” Sana snapped her fingers.
     Aisha didn’t take long to reorient to the room. Immediately she stood up, grabbed Sana and pushed her against the wall.
     “Plaything,” Aisha growled, drool dripping from behind her feral teeth. “Let’s have some fun. I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here.”
     From that moment forward, Sana knew Aisha was obsessed.