“Lia might be in with a shot this year,” Victoria mused. “I’ve seen Instagram reels of her practicing her moves, she’s really come along...”

“Oh, please,” Samantha scoffed. “No-one’s taking the trophy from Devon, she’s hung onto it for three years in a row! Remember that one time we sparred with her? She had us on the ropes for a hot minute, and we’re hardcore.”

“Well, no-one’s top dog forever,” her girlfriend noted. “If you’re reigning champ for that long, you can get complacent - and Devon’s got a bit of an ego. I think good pets don’t think.”

A beat later, Victoria’s eyes widened as she realised what she’d just said. She stared at Samantha in mounting horror. “Oh, noooo!” she whimpered, a tremulous smile spreading across her face.

Samantha giggled and cuddled her closer. “You were saying, my love?”

“Are you serious?!” Victoria spluttered. “Now I can’t even say ‘think’ good pets don’t think.” There wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation. Her indignant tone vanished as soon as she completed the word ‘think’, and the soft, dreamy recitation of the mantra followed so soon after that it almost overlapped. Shaking her head to try and dispel the clouds that suddenly filled it, she buried her face in her hands to hide her furious blush. They soon dropped away when Samantha reached down and tickled her ribs, making her squeal and wriggle.

Wrapping her arms around Victoria, Samantha eased her sideways, lying her across her lap. Even with layers of clothing between them, the submissive could feel her girlfriend’s (prosthetic) erection against her back. With one arm still beneath her, Samantha used the other to scratch her behind the ears, making her whimper.

“This is extra mean,” she mumbled. “I’m scared to say anything, in case you’ve set any more little traps!”

Samantha laughed. “Nope, just that one! You do seem very insistent that good pets don’t think...”

“That’s Vicky talking, not me,” Victoria said defensively. “After all, she is the expert on not think good pets don’t think... Damn it!”

Before the hypnotised woman had the chance to try and recover from her embarrassment, her Master asked, “So, if good pets don’t think... what do good pets do?”

“Good pets obey,” Vicky answered, gazing up at Samantha wistfully.

“That’s right! Kneel on the floor between my legs, Vicky.”

“Yes, Master.”

Vicky slid off the couch and was on her knees before Samantha within moments, legs wrapped around either side of her. Samantha reached out and gave Vicky’s chunky collar a tug, pulling her forwards so her chin was resting in Samantha’s crotch.

They stayed like that for some minutes, with Samantha sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone, and Vicky nestling between her legs, staring up at her with puppy-dog eyes. After a while, Samantha unzipped her jeans and freed her cock. “What do good pets do?” she asked.

“Good pets obey,” Vicky sighed, going cross-eyed as her vision fixated on the strap-on directly in front of her face.

“Then suck my dick, pet.”

“Yes, Master!” And she stuck her tongue out and began to luxuriously run it up the length of her Master’s shaft.

As her mind emptied and she focused on obeying, Vicky felt a rush of pride. She was being such a good pet!