I cried and snuggled up to Stephanie for an amount of time that would be embarrassing if I thought about it too hard. She idly petted me with one hand and played with her phone with the other, apparently not too shaken by having a crying girl in her lap, while also sort of watching TV, but finally my tears ended, and she patted my head and smiled down at me.

“So I’ve been thinking, Phoebe– you ready to talk?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“So first of all… Mika, come here.” I had never heard that level of command in Stephanie’s voice before, and looked up, to see Mika studying the curtains, trying her best to pretend she hadn’t heard anything. Stephanie’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Mika…” She let out a soft exhale, trying not to get angry. “We need to show Phoebe what her life is going to be like, okay?”

“I guess.” Phoebe came over and stood in front of Stephanie, looking down at her with slightly flushed cheeks and an uneasy expression. Stephanie gently pushed me out of her lap, and stood up, then took hold of Mika’s shoulder and pressed her down against the couch, taking her chin with her fingers and turning her chin towards me.

Her eyes looked a little dazed, her cheeks even more flushed as she stared into the distance, and she was panting slightly.

“This is one of the few triggers that did get successfully planted into Mika. Pin her down, and she gets super horny and submissive.” She let her go, and Mika sprawled on the couch, turning over to show her belly – a bit literally as her shirt rode up. Stephanie petted her head gently, drawing a little moan from the girl.

“Doesn’t that look nice? Like something you want to have?”

I bit my lip. Well...

“...kind of. But my brain rebels at anything like that. Even listening to guided meditation, part of me is just like ‘nope! Fuck you, I have free will!’”

Mika blinked a little, trying to focus. “...yeah, see, I’m resistant to hypnosis too…” It was hard to believe with her reaction… I wondered how much more deeply most pets went under when commanded, if this was what a resistant pet looked like. Would they be able to do that to me?

I found myself to be getting a little excited, much to my embarrassment. Luckily, Mika kept our attention.

“I’ve been thinking, though, and I think I do have a better suggestion for her.” Both me and Stephanie looked to Mika with a bit of surprise– we didn’t expect her to be coherent, and even less so, helpful. She smirked and slowly sat up, rubbing her thigh lasciviously without seeming really aware of it… her expression was still a little dazed too… I wonder if she was being helpful because of the submissive feeling.

“Now, Phoebe here is heavily resistant to hypnosis. In theory, we could test that out, sure, but I don’t think she’d lie about that and come here like this… she seems genuinely distraught, and I bet she’s masturbated to the idea of being hypnotized before. But I suggest we do something more basic first– dependency and obedience training.”

“...okay, but like, anything specific?” Stephanie sounded somewhat skeptical.

“First step is she has to ask permission for everything– eating, drinking, sitting on furniture, access to her phone, touching herself lewdly, orgasms, taking a shower, et cetera, et cetera. All she can do without permission is ask you things and sit on the floor.”

A smile slowly spread across Stephanie’s face. “I could see that working. Maybe I should make you do that, too.”

Mika flushed further and rolled her eyes. “Focus. For now, we’re training Stephanie. She’s an idiot, but being a pet is miserable enough without being labeled as a problem. I’ll still be around in three months.”

Stephanie stroked Mika’s hair and pulled her close, incidentally pulling her very close to her own crotch. “Yes, yes… that’s a good girl. I’ll train you later, okay?” Her eyes flickered to me. “What do you think?”

“...I don’t know if it would be as effective as hypnosis… but since I’m resistant to hypnosis… guess it’s worth a shot.”

“Okay.” She clapped her hands. “We’re starting now, then.”

“Can I get myself a cup of water?” It felt ridiculous to ask.

“Sure.” Stephanie smiled up at me.

“Feed it to her,” commented Mika.

“Mmm, yeah, bring it back to me. Bring me a cup of water too, I guess.” She ruffled Mika’s hair. “You thirsty, pet?”

“Nah.”

I stood up and went to the kitchen, held out the two glasses of water to Stephanie with raised eyebrows. She took one, sipped it, and sat it down next to her, and then took the other one and patted her lap. I sat down in her lap a little nervously… more skinship than we usually had, and the bulge in her lap wasn’t helping me forget that.

She raised the cup of water to my lips, and I sipped at it as she slowly tilted it. A little water ran down from my mouth and got the front of my shirt a bit wet as she tilted it too far, but after a bit we seemed to get it. She petted my head.

“That enough, Phoebe?”

“Should give her a different name,” noted Mika. “Better for conditioning.”

“...mmm, okay. That enough, Princess?”

I spluttered at that, turning red. It was a good thing I was no longer drinking, or I might have choked.

“It’s enough. I don’t know that we need to call me that.”

“Mmm, I think she likes it. Princess it is.” Stephanie just seemed more amused as she set down my glass of water, and idly pet me. Mika rubbed her cheek against Stephanie’s shoulder, looking up at me with a bit of jealousy… she still seemed kinda needy. She was still being so helpful to me, despite all of this.

“I think Mika wants to sit in your lap.”

“Oh? Okay.” Stephanie gently pushed me off her lap and the couch, and Mika snuggled up into her lap, getting her ass groped almost immediately.

I started to walk over to the other end of the couch, but Stephanie snapped the fingers of her free hand immediately.

“Ask permission, remember?”

I barely refrained from rolling my eyes. This felt really dumb.

“May I sit on the couch?”

Stephanie considered this for a moment, then shook her head. “No. Down on the floor, girl.”

I flushed, suddenly realizing in a more visceral sense that I didn’t have such a basic freedom, and sat down on the hardwood floor. It was a little uncomfortable, but nothing too bad… but if I had to sit here all day…?

“Can’t believe you gave up Mistress’s nice soft lap… such a fool….” Mika smirked down at me with a bit of superiority and malevolence, only for her lips to part in a gasp as Stephanie pressed her fingers between her cheeks.

“Come now, Princess was just being nice to you, wasn’t she?” She used her free hand to scratch under Mika’s chin, causing her to look up at the large dog girl with a desperate expression. “Guess she should be used to other people fucking around her, right?”

“Mmm, please Mistress…?”

Stephanie flipped up Mika’s very short ruffled black skirt— she wasn’t wearing anything beneath it – and started to rub her pussy, generally at first, then a little more attention against her clit with the heel of her hand as her fingers curved and pressed against her pet’s entrance.

I looked up at the two of them, having a rather good view of it from the floor, and my hand started to rub between my own legs as I watched Mika get pleasured, moaning and writhing against Stephanie as she played with her pussy and traced her fingers along her neck and chest.

Stephanie’s eyes flickered to me, and her eyes narrowed. “Bad girl. No touching yourself without permission.” Mika flinched at the ‘bad girl’, and Stephanie licked her cheek.

“Not you, pet….”

I was almost tempted to ask permission, but instead rested my hands in my lap and looked over at Stephanie’s laptop, which was playing a sitcom, Noah’s Ship. Currently Noah had just broken up with his current girlfriend to date another girl, only to find out the second girl was going to become a pet soon. This was played for laughs, and the girl didn’t seem concerned by it at all, regarding it more as Noah’s problem that he’d soon be girlfriendless.

I had always been a little uncomfortable with this sort of thing, but it was even harder to ignore the little inequities weaved into the narrative of our media when I was on the receiving end of it.

Mika was moaning louder, now, and I glanced back to see she was riding Stephanie’s cock, and sitting on the ground I still had a very good angle on it, watching as she thrust her pussy down onto that thick rod again and again, Stephanie’s knot already beginning to grow slightly.

I swallowed.

“Stephanie, can I touch myself?”

“Mistress, can I touch myself,” replied Stephanie with a pleasured voice.

“Well, you don’t have to call me Mistress.”

Stephanie laughed. “Good one, but you’re supposed to be learning obedience, not humor. Just for that– no. No, you can’t touch yourself, until further notice. Any pleasure you have is going to have to come at someone else’s hand.”

I almost whined at that, but managed to hold myself back. It’s not like I was conditioned to need someone’s touch, like Mika, I was just aroused at the situation. I sighed, and started to pull out my phone… then set it on the coffee table.

“Mistress, can I text the landlord that I’m moving out of my apartment at the end of the month?”

“Yes, but that’s it… after that, put your phone back on the table.”

I hammered out a quick message, and waited, mildly uncomfortable, watching a dumb sitcom as Mika got fucked right next to me, trying not to pay attention to her moans of ecstasy and Stephanie’s teasing, since both just made me hornier. I was utterly soaked right now, and the smell of sex was in the air… when was the last time I had slept with someone else, rather than just touching myself at night.

A thought suddenly occurred to me.

“Wait, is Regina okay with all of this?”

“Regina? ...mmm, yes, good little slut, squeeze my cock with your pussy… mmm, yeah, yeah…! Yeah, I texted her!” Must’ve been when I had been cuddled up in her arms crying, I hadn’t even noticed. “She’s… mmmn, yes, fuck! She’s cool!

It felt like I was being manipulated into asking for Stephanie to touch me, but… I was trying to give up my free will, right?

“...Mistress, will you touch me? Please?” My voice was soft, embarrassed.

“B-busy! Maybe later, if… if good girl! Mmm, good girl, Mika, bounce those tits….”

I felt like my tail was about to wag at the mere mention of ‘good girl’, before realizing I didn’t even have a tail– did I associate chimeras so strongly with being a pet that I was now projecting myself to be one? What the fuck was wrong with me? I walked out into the hallway, lay down on the floor on my back, and stared up at the ceiling. This was going to be a rough day. Or, a rough three months. And then the actual training started….

It seemed like forever, but eventually they both came, and it was slightly less awkward to go back into the room and watch TV again– although Mika had gotten knotted by Stephanie, as I could see all too clearly at my level, and her head was on her shoulder as she moaned softly, Stephanie continuing to pet her. She gave me a somewhat more relaxed smile.

“Get me a pop, okay?”

I went and pulled a can from the fridge, and walked back to her, holding it out. She took it, tilted her head to one side. “What do you say?”

...what did I say?

“Here’s your soda, Mistress…?”

“Good enough, but make it a little more cheerful next time.” She nodded to the couch. “You can sit down on the couch, for the moment.”

I sat down. The soft cushions were very nice after the hard floor. Stephanie reached over and pulled me close against her and her knotted pet, causing a little tremor of arousal deep down in me. But nothing else happened. We watched TV for a little while on her laptop as we waited for her knot to deflate, but eventually it did, mostly, and she pulled her cock out with a little pop, her cum starting to ooze out of Mika’s pussy. She gently ran her fingers through Mika's blonde hair.

“You don’t have to clean me up. Go take a bath, okay?”

“...’kay.” Mika slowly struggled to slightly shaky feet, looking more than a little embarrassed, and walked towards the bathroom, covering up her pussy as she tried to stop cum from spilling on the floor.

“Now you, Princess… on your knees in front of me.”

...really? I raised my eyebrows, but… I was trying to be obedient….

I kneeled in front of her.

“You know what to do next, right?”

I leaned in and started to lick the mixture of Stephanie’s cum and Mika’s juices off of tephanie’s cock. It didn’t taste good, exactly, but something about the lewd act was getting me even more aroused.

Stephanie petted my head. “Mmm, yes, that’s a good pet… that’s a good girl….”

Another little surge of happiness went through me, and after licking her clean… at her pointing finger, I licked up a bit of cum off of the couch, and bent down lick it off the floor.

Task completed, I sat back up, sighed. Stephanie tapped the couch next to her and I got back up next to her, turning my back on her as I leaned against her side.

“...how did I not know I was this submissive?”

“...Phoebe, do you think most people seriously try to get hypnotized even after having a block to it? Some part of you deeply wants to submit, and we’re going to find it together, train you into a good little pet. We’ll make you the sort of pet who can find a good home, I promise.”