Tumbling through the doorway, Ana and Madelyn fell to the floor of the bridal suite, limbs entangled, spluttering with hysterical laughter.

“I - I think we just proved that carrying each other over the threshold at the same time is, indeed, impossible,” Ana hooted.

“OK, but imagine if it’d worked,” Madelyn giggled, clambering to her feet and reaching down to help her new wife up. “We’d finally have conclusive proof that lesbians are magic!”

“You convinced three of our bridesmaids that they were frogs tonight,” Ana reminded her. “They were jumping around going ‘ribbit’ for almost the entire day. If that’s not magic, I don’t know what is. Not to mention what you did to the celebrant!”

“Well, can you blame me?” the hypnotist sniggered, sauntering towards the minibar. “She was just so boring. Pretty, sure, but dull as ditchwater. I had to make her speech more interesting. And hey, it was a one-time thing - it’s not like she’s gonna do every wedding with her titties out from now on...”

“More’s the pity,” Ana grinned. “Having her rub her nipples in a spiral was a nice touch. The guests were almost in trance just from watching that, before you even started your vows...”

Madelyn smirked and did a hair flick. “What can I say? I’m a master at what I do.”

“Yes, Master,” Ana giggled, scurrying after her to the minibar. “You sure are.”

As the mesmerist handed a mini bottle of White Zinfandel to her, Ana gazed off into space with a small smile crossing her face, happily reminiscing about their ceremony - and particularly its climax. It was unbelievably thrilling to be married to someone who could steal the will and manipulate the mind of anyone she met - including their entire congregation, all at once, as they listened to her recite her spellbinding vows.

Even before that, there wasn’t a single person in the building who hadn’t had their mind twisted out of shape at least once by the bewitching blonde bride. There couldn’t be, really, with the wedding Ana and Madelyn had planned. They’d already made it an ‘adults only’ event out of practicality, and thankfully almost everyone had respected that (most of them having no choice anyway, with their free will bound). Only Ana’s cousin Bianca and her husband Jorge tried to circumvent that rule, because there was always one entitled person (or couple) who thought they could get away with being the exception. Madelyn swiftly sent them home, under the firm, if temporary, belief that their ten-year-old daughter and eight-year-old son were in fact their mother and father, and they had to do whatever they said. Ana anticipated lots of candy and some very late bedtimes for those lucky kids for the rest of the weekend, before Bianca and Jorge came to their senses on Monday morning with no idea what happened.

With under-age presences at the wedding strictly forbidden, there was a second, unwritten and unspoken rule, to only invite guests whom Madelyn already had a hold over. Only those who either wouldn’t notice anything amiss, or who would just think it was all normal, could attend their wild, wanton wedding. The couple couldn’t risk any extreme negative reactions to the myriad erotic, hypnotic displays they’d prepared.

Like the bridesmaids, croaking and hopping their way down the aisle in their lime green dresses. Or the topless celebrant, droning on so dully Ana thought she ought to put that voice to better use and become a hypnotist herself. (In fact, she might get her new wife to call her up and give her that very suggestion). Or the ring bearer, Ana’s hated ex, who stood to attention nearby, naked from the waist down with the wedding bands dangling on a chain from the cock cage he was compelled to constantly wear.

Or Ana herself, who succumbed to Madelyn’s vows just as everyone else did. Over their time together she’d built up a tolerance to hypnosis - or, more accurately, Madelyn built it for her, setting up barriers within her brain, giving her more agency than anyone else under her influence, so she wouldn’t get splash damage when her dastardly girlfriend was doing her thing. But since Madelyn built those mental barriers, she knew just how to breeze past them when she wanted to.

And when she was standing directly in front of Ana in a stunning white dress, with her entrancing skills on full beam, she was simply irresistible. The next thing Ana knew, she was hearing the celebrant say, “You may kiss the bride,” and waking up to find herself doing just that, her head under the aforementioned dress, as their guests cheered and applauded uproariously.

She couldn’t have hoped for a better way to celebrate their union. She hadn’t known what her new wife (and just thinking the words ‘new wife’ sent thrills through her) had planned for the end of the ceremony - it’d been a total surprise. (Or if she had known at one point, Madelyn had made her forget.) And it’d been the best, hottest, sweetest surprise.

She only hoped her wife (her wife, eeee) liked the surprise she’d planned just as much.

She tuned back in to find Madelyn staring at her with a thoughtful expression, taking short swigs of Chardonnay straight from the bottle. “What’s up?” Ana asked her beguiling bride.

“Just wondering if I should’ve done anything else today, in terms of suggestions...”

“Hey, no, look, it was perfect. You did more than enough. Everyone was acting so fucking stupid, it was awesome. I loved it.”

Madelyn returned the warm smile her wife gave her. “Thank you, my love. But I meant with you. I feel like I coulda messed with you a little more...”

Ana snorted. “I mean, I ate you out in front of everyone we know. I dunno how you could possibly top that.”

“Mm. You’re probably right.” Madelyn arched an eyebrow. “Although that reminds me, I oughta return the favour.”

Ana grinned lewdly. “You’d better. This marriage needs consummating, after all.” Not to mention, with the silky material of her dress rubbing against her sensitive stomach all day, her clit was begging for attention. She cursed her unusual anatomy - if her clit had been in the normal place, as accessible as Madelyn’s was, maybe her bride would’ve already given it the tongue-lashing it was begging for. As it was, Ana would have to remove her dress entirely so that her new wife could get to her belly, and the needy little button nestled in her navel.

As was usually the case, her train of thought jumped tracks before she could think about that too hard. “Hey - did you lift the suggestions on the guests before we left the reception?”

Madelyn snorted. “Did you see me going round having a quiet chat with literally everyone? I mean, I did Kermit and Friends so they could drive home, but with everybody else I’m just letting ’em fade naturally...”

Ana smiled wryly. “And how long’s that gonna take?”

“Dunno. Anything from overnight to over a decade. It varies, you know that.” The mind-controlling minx smiled malevolently. “Like that entitled bitch ahead of me in line the day we met, who was so fucking rude to you. Remember her? That was four years ago, and for all I know, she’s still trying to find her lost credit card up her ass.”

Ana spluttered with laughter. “Oh, that was so bad! I still love that so much.”

“I just can’t stand rude people. Be evil, y’know, just don’t be an asshole, right? It’s not hard to be evil and polite; I do it all the time.” Madelyn winked at her. “Besides, I just couldn’t stand seeing someone be a jerk to a cute barista. Your damsel vibes were irresistible.”

“And you were such a dashing knight in shining armour,” Ana replied with a wistful smile. “I really appreciated you sticking up for me. God knows I needed it, I was such a shy little thing back then. Wouldn’t say boo to a goose. Just doing whatever minimum wage job would take me, barista or cashier or cleaner, just going through life all quiet and meek and miserable.”

She strolled across the room, swaying her hips alluringly, letting her bride wantonly admire her curvaceous body in her figure-hugging dress. “And then this buxom blonde beauty breezes into my life, and stands up for me when no-one else does, and then charms me and fascinates me on our first date with her incredible, intimate understanding of psychology, and I find myself utterly captivated...” She turned on her heel, staring back at Madelyn over her shoulder, and tapped her lower lip provocatively. “And before I know it, my brains are dribbling out of my mouth!”

“Pouring, more like,” the hypnotist teased. “I’ve always loved a drooler.”

Blushing, Ana continued, “And then you put ’em all back in, but I’m a thousand times more confident. And, y’know, evil.” She chuckled, ambling back towards her new wife. “And I’m still not sure if you made me evil, or if I always would’ve been but just needed the self-esteem boost to let it out... but either way, I like it.” She laughed again, a malicious little cackle.

“Me too,” Madelyn smiled, reaching out and running her fingers through Ana’s long, dark hair. “I love it. I love how evil you are, babe. Evil’s such a great word - people just don’t really understand it. It’s not bad - it just means taking what you want, taking no shit, not letting anyone stand in your way... and punishing those who do.” She scratched Ana behind the ear, making her shiver ecstatically. “And you are the most evilest girl I ever met. I’m loving watching you conquer the world, and destroy anyone and everyone you want.” She waggled an eyebrow. “’Cept me, of course. ’Cos you’re totally under my control, my evil little puppet queen.”

Giggling, Ana stepping close to her bride and letting her arms encircle her. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re the power behind the throne, mi amor.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Madelyn smirked, squeezing Ana’s rear. “Your ass is mine, baby. Legally, now.”

Even as Ana let her wife-owner-Mommy-Goddess forcefully, possessively make out with her for as long as she liked, her words sparked inside Ana’s mind, reminding her of the surprise she’d prepared. As soon as their lips parted, the brunette bride eagerly blurted, “I got you a present.”

Madelyn’s expression turned from the malignant, imperious smile of a cruel tyrant to a wide-eyed look of childlike glee in an instant. “Ooh, present! I like presents.”

Ana snickered. Her partner’s propensity to flip on a dime from cool, commanding and callous to whimsical, goofy and silly was one of the many things she adored about her. Of course, it made sense that someone like her would be so unselfconscious - if she could make anyone think or perceive whatever she wanted, she could behave however she liked.

Taking her bride by the hand, Ana led her across the spacious lounge of the hotel suite and through the arched doorway to the adjoining bedroom. There was a king-size bed waiting for them, but Madelyn’s gaze was drawn to the giant gift box standing in the corner, almost tall enough to reach the ceiling. It was decorated in cream wrapping paper and had a scarlet bow tied across the lid on the front, although the bow was ornamental.

The blonde bustled across the bedroom, her dress’ train rustling from the rapid movement, and came to a halt beside the box, turning to shoot her bride a bemused, intrigued grin. “This is a big gift,” she remarked, reaching out and playing with loose strands of the red ribbon with an index finger. “Is it all for me?”

“Well, technically it’s for us,” Ana chuckled. “I just already know what it is, it’s a surprise for you.”

“Ahh, I gotcha. Good - I’d feel guilty getting a gift this gigantic all to myself.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” Madelyn laughed. “I just feel like I have to say that. We’re married, we should share stuff.” She gestured to the gift box. “May I?”

“Please do!”

Finding the edge of the box lid, Madelyn swung it open like a door - and gasped excitedly at what she saw inside. “Oh my God!” she squealed. “You actually did it?!”

“Took more effort than you’d think, but yeah, I did it,” Ana chuckled triumphantly, trotting over to join her wife. “We had a big session this morning to get her ready, and she’s been in here waiting ever since...”

“That’s where you disappeared to! I was wondering... Fuck, this is awesome. You’re so evil. Thank you so much, my love.” Madelyn gave her bride a grateful kiss on the cheek, and each of them put an arm around the other’s back, cuddling close together as they admired the contents of the box.

Katie, Ana’s superior-turned-subordinate (now demoted at their job officially, as well as secretly through relentless hypnotic subjugation), stood inside the huge gift box, the upright, attentive pose she’d been made to adopt hours earlier having now lapsed into a weary slouch. She wore a filmy pink babydoll négligée that clearly displayed everything underneath, and had a lavender pacifier lodged between her lips, with a baby blue ribbon attached that had been tied all the way around her head, effectively gagging her.

Her brow was crinkled into a perturbed frown, but her eyes were clouded and unfocused, staring sightlessly into space. She looked mystified, as if she knew something was wrong but couldn’t for the life of her figure out what. Of course, the expression on her face didn’t reflect the state of her mind, which was currently as serene and still as the surface of a lake. Her body, by contrast, was practically glowing with arousal.

“She’s been in there the whole day?” Madelyn asked, awestruck.

“Yup. Since this morning,” Ana sniggered. “Don’t worry, I left her with a little something to keep her entertained.”

“And she’s stayed standing the entire time,” the mesmerist murmured, “and still in trance... That’s really impressive, Ana. I knew you were training her pretty intensely, but if she’s reached this point -”

“Then she’s ready for what comes next,” the brunette bride concluded, as the blonde reached out and groped the oblivious Katie’s teardrop-shaped tits through her silky gown. “I’m sorry we couldn’t get a puppy or a kitten, what with my allergies. But I thought a brainwashed, broken play doll might be the next best thing...”

“Oh yeah, that is a good compromise,” Madelyn cackled, tweaking her new toy’s nipple.

“Anyway, I think I’ve let her simmer long enough - the conditioning I gave her should be nicely baked in. And yes, I know I’m mixing my cooking metaphors.”

As her new wife laughed, Ana stepped forwards, moving directly in front of her former boss. “You ready to be Daddy’s good girl, Katie doll?”

Katie nodded dimly, still staring perplexedly ahead, as if trying to find the truth of what the fuck was happening to her somewhere in between the atoms of air before her.

“You’re gonna obey Daddy, and do anything I say?”

Another nod. A sudden tremor passed through Katie, presumably caused by the vibrating butt plug that was keeping her brain blank and empty - all the training and triggers Ana had installed in her over the past year had made it impossible for her to think when her asshole was occupied. Her eyes crossed briefly, before going dreamy and distant again.

“And you’re gonna do the same for Mommy now, right?”

There was the briefest of pauses before the broken toy nodded again. Ana knew the hesitation could be attributed to the vibes in her behind, or the simmering arousal they were causing - but it could be a hint of confusion over the question. Katie knew to obey Mommy - Ana had been very thorough ingraining that in her malleable brain - but she didn’t precisely know who Mommy was, yet.

Stepping back to stand beside her bride, Ana snapped her fingers at her subordinate. “Over here, sweetie!”

For the first time, Katie’s hazy eyes drifted towards the newlyweds. She stared at them vacantly, waiting for either of them to speak, idly sucking her pacifier.

Ana pointed to Madelyn. “This is Mommy. Understand, darling?”

After a moment, the mindless, placid wedding present nodded, her gaze turning a little more intense as she absorbed the sight before her, the image of Madelyn sinking deep into her subconscious.

“Hell yeah,” Madelyn murmured, before adding more loudly, “That’s right, dear. I’m your Mommy. And you’re gonna be a good girl for Mommy, just like you are for Daddy, aren’t you?”

Katie nodded dully.

“Exactly,” Ana snickered. “You obey your Mommy. You’re weak and submissive for Mommy. You’re horny and wet for Mommy.” Every phrase got more brainless nods in response.

“You’re our daughter now, Katie.” Madelyn leered at the helpless girl in the box. “Not like a real daughter, of course. Like when a kid gets a doll for Christmas, and says they’re her baby.” She giggled. “I always used to do that with my toys when I was little,” she told Ana. “They were my babies, and I was their Mommy.”

“You really manifested it,” Ana chortled. (It briefly occurred to her that Madelyn might have done more than manifest it - there was a good chance she actually gave Ana the idea to make Katie their daughter-doll, burying the command deep within her brain. But Ana didn’t much care if that was the case, or if it was her own idea. Both of them wanted it, so what did it matter?)

She reached out and chucked Katie under the chin. “You’re going to come home with us, darling. You’re gonna be our daughter, our doll, our plaything. You’ll keep going to work and doing your job, and mine, so no-one gets suspicious... but then at the end of each day we’ll go home, and Mommy and I will dress you up in cute outfits, and play games with you, and get you lots of toys...”

“But you’ll have to do things for us as well,” Madelyn cut in, playing with the blank girl’s tits again. “Good girls help out around the house. So you’re gonna have to do chores for us, and keep the place clean and tidy. And we’re gonna take you to bed with us sometimes, and use you to get us off, of course.” She grinned wickedly. “I can’t wait to ride that pretty face...”

“Just wait til you try her fingers,” Ana smirked. “I swear, she might have actually been made to be a sex toy. She certainly makes a good one.”

Overcome with lust, Madelyn pulled Ana in for a passionate kiss. Katie kept gazing numbly at them as they sloppily made out. Parting a few moments later, the nefarious newlyweds turned back to her, their arms wound around each other in a sensual embrace.

“Such a good girl,” Ana sighed, as her bride continued kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. “You’re gonna make such a good little fuckdoll daughter. Your ass is ours, now. We own your ass. We control your hole. We’re your Mommy and Daddy. You’re a good girl for Mommy and Daddy. You obey your Mommy and Daddy...”

Compelled to repeat the well-worn mantras, Katie began to mumble them around the rubber nipple in her mouth, her words incoherent and barely audible. Ana couldn’t help but laugh, sadistic glee and pulsating arousal surging through her at the sight of Katie transformed from a bitchy boss who had the temerity to demand she do actual work, to a cute, docile doll, permanently lost and confused and humiliated. It was enough to make her turn her head and lock lips with her beloved blonde bride again.

“Let’s go to bed, love,” Madelyn purred directly into Ana’s face. “Like you said, this marriage needs consummating...”

Ana giggled. “Yes, Mommy.”

As they turned and scurried over to the bed, the brunette called back over her shoulder, “Oh, you can sit down now, love. Rest those weary legs.”

The weary legs in question gratefully gave way, and Katie sank to the floor of the giant gift box, slumping against the wooden back. She remained sprawled there, her limbs splayed out around her, her head lolling to one side, listening uncomprehendingly to the nearby fuck noises, the continual vibrations in her butthole keeping her mercifully unaware of what was happening.

For now.