The ceiling was familiar, bare and made of steel, one I had seen over and over again in one place. Not exactly the one I had been under before, but the style and material was the same one.

I was in one of Iconoclast’s room in her base, somewhere or another. My eyes looked around, despite there being no need for it—no one else was here. I didn’t get my usual nearly extradimensional sense of understanding where everyone was, what I needed to do to get out of everyone’s attack, or the best way to attack them back. Made me feel deaf and blind, despite the fact I was safe. Or as safe as I could be, considering I wasn’t back in my own lair.

Iconoclast had her own reasons to bring me here, though, for sure. And the best way to find that out would be to go to her room and asked her straight on. So with that plan in mind, I started to stand up—and found myself nearly planting my face right into the floors. Everything spun, the moment I stood up.

I had no choice but to stay there on the floor, feeling the coolness against the thinness of the generic outfit the boss had given to me for… modesty, I was pretty sure. There didn’t seem any other pair of clothing in the room, so I shouldn’t have taken the wrong conclusion, not really.

Took me a while, and I was fiercely glad that the floor was clean, before I could stand back up. Nausea still nipped me in the back of my mind, reminding me that I was still dizzy and not in the best of condition. But this time I managed to move without much issue, walking around to do my morning’s daily habit.

Bathroom to clean my chalky feeling mouth, get a few drinks off the bottle to quench the thirst—I ended up drinking all of it, then picking out an outfit. I went to my own wardrobe, eyes sliding away from my usual, preferred clothes. I always loved casual, especially those smooth t-shirt that still looked a little glossy from afar, making it look fancier than it should be. My eyes instead were pulled to something else, one that made me frown for a moment, as I touched the fabric.

White frills with black base, even the apron at the front was purely white. My frown deepens as I touched it, feeling the softness against my skin. There was something about it that called to me, even though I didn’t think I ever get interest in it.

I didn’t know why, but I still picked the uniform up and put it on. A maid uniform, so, so different from what I usually wore as Lacuna. So open and breezy, against tight and full of armors. I preferred to go right into the action, fighting with all my senses open and ready against what they would do.

“This feels… different.” I murmured, settling on the not-really-right word, and yet close enough to the warm feelings blooming inside my body. There was only one more part to this ensemble, but there was a war of revulsion and want as I looked at the headband in the closet.

I ended up closing it, the opposite feeling making me both torn and—wrong. That there was something I was missing and I didn’t get it. That, whatever it was, was a hole in my brain that I didn’t manage to grasp even if I tried to do so.

What had happened yesterday? Why did I end up in the base instead of on my bed in my own place? And yet my brain didn’t seem to wish to cooperate, giving me a dull throb instead as I left the room, intent to go find Iconoclast and demanded a few answers out of her.

The corridor felt so different now, with me wearing this. The skirt made things incredibly swishy and breezy, and—the sensation somehow felt nice. Sent me positive feelings that made me wonder why did I never wear them before. I always thought that they felt uncomfortable, that kicking and moving would be harder with a skirt… But this didn’t make it that way.

I tried to not focus on it, just looking at my environment instead. Feeling the way the various guards in the base wasn’t actually doing their proper job and instead turning, looking towards me. I shivered, hands wringing my skirt. To call it uncomfortable would be too much, but the way they were looking, keeping watch of me sent a thrill, a heat through my core.

Biting my bottom lip, I gripped my skirt a bit tighter, just trying to give myself another sensation to focus on. But I couldn’t. My power continued to feed me the sensation, reminding me who they were focusing on—it was useful during a fight. But in a situation like this, it was just too much.

My footsteps quickened, desperate to get out of the sterile, made of steel corridor and away from the eyes.

The attention followed me throughout my walk.

Even when I finally arrived in front of the boss’s room, the two guards weren’t hiding the way they were watching me. And not just in a calculating way, but something else. A desirous intention I couldn’t hide away from. Goosebumps rose from my skin, a crawling feeling as if a bug just skittered across my arms. I hid the uncomfortableness the best I could, putting on my social mask as I straightened my spine—which incidentally made me push my chest slightly forward.

Flush colored my cheeks a little bit, but despite everything, I still gave the two of them a scowl. “Are you going to keep me outside, as a form of powerplay against me, or let me open the door?”

The cool tone was what snap them out of it, a jerk on their body that made me know that they were one of the few mercenaries Iconoclast had allowed me to beat up. I smirked at them, rolling my shoulders in a way that reminded me of the fight, letting myself pump my heart up.

They gulped, immediately shuffling away to let me have easy access to the room. A little disappointing, but they didn’t really matter.

I knocked before opening the door, blinking at the fact Iconoclast and Neural were sitting on the table together. They didn’t tend to be close friend like this. Iconoclast was both Neural’s, and I’s boss, but she didn’t like to be close—in fact, I would say she tended to find it easier to tell me to ask Neural to do something, especially if it was complicated.

It was a moment, but it was still a bit before Iconoclast seemingly noticed me, a smirk spreading on her face before she finally gave me a permission. “You can walk in now, Lacuna.”

Oh. That was why I hadn’t walked in, like I usually would. I could feel the vague prickling of the two mercenaries’ stare, watching, judging of what I was doing. I finally followed the order, closing the door behind me and letting those feelings vanish to the ether—and focusing elsewhere instead. Towards my boss and best friend, who didn’t seem to look back at me the moment I was inside the room.

And yet, the most important feelings I got the moment I was inside was—how the two of them were my enemies. No, they were important to me. Neural was the most important of course, as she was my friend. My best friend, even, while Iconoclast was just my boss. And yet I couldn’t shake off the thought that they were the enemy right now, and I should do something.

My hand went down, towards my skirt, trying to find my usual baton, and yet there was nothing. I didn’t bring it with me, I didn’t even look towards them, when I wore this maid uniform. Why did I pick this one up? There was—

“Lacuna—well, I suppose it’s better to call you Lynn, for now.” Iconoclast spoke, and anything I was trying to think fell off by the wayside. My attention completely narrowed down to her, with a part of me taking note of Neural. She was merely taking notes, her eyes completely focused on what was happening between the two of us. Usually she wouldn’t care, but why now? “Come closer to us.”

Iconoclast motioned where I could put myself, and I just walked close, not even doing my usual ribbing. Even when I opened my mouth, somehow the words wouldn’t come to me. So all I could do was walk closer and stood next to Iconoclast, as she started to caress my cheek, gently touching my body as I jerked slightly in place.

Neural herself was narrowing her eyes at the sight, but I couldn’t really focus on that, no. All I could do was stay silent as Iconoclast seemingly checked me all over, touching everywhere without regards, whether I liked it or not. But saying no didn’t seem to be in my repertoire.

What I had was a pleasant feeling suffusing all over my body, especially as I submitted to the touches. It wasn’t too much, more akin to getting into a warm bath after physical exertion. Soothing, but not so much so I would drown within them.

“You did an excellent work, Neural. She’s so much more pliant now, and I couldn’t see any… issues.” There was a flicker of uncertainty there in the end, but she easily smothered it down.

I was the one who was reeling on the information that was just dropped upon me, but despite all the question bubbling at the back of my head—none managed to come out of my mouth. No, all I could do was standing like that, letting the pleasant feeling somehow rubbing away everything else. The uncomfortableness, the questioning ones didn’t seem to stay, no matter how hard I tried to grip it with my own hands.

Especially not as Neural herself nodded and motioned for me to come next to her. I didn’t fight it, even though I knew I should. My body didn’t seem to take note of what I was feeling, making everything into a whiplash as I continued being calm—even good. Especially as Neural pulled me close, halfway into her lap, and allow me to feel the warmth of her body to spread all over me.

Distracting.

Especially since I needed to still wonder about what was happening, at how everything felt off, and yet I couldn’t seem to find any.

“Hush, you are thinking so, so much, Lynn.” Neural’s hand gently rubbed my head, and it feels as if she sent wonders down my nerves, right from where her fingers were touching. I groaned softly, head rubbing back against her touch, trying to get more pleasure to drip into me. “You don’t need to think, or even listen to our talk. You’ll just focus on my touches and feel all the pleasure you surely want, alright?”

I wanted to shake my head, and yet Neural just scratched my scalp just right afterward. I moaned against her touches, pressing my body against hers as my eyes closed in pleasure. Everything felt so, so good now, even when Neural’s other hand slipped under my skirt, playing around on my thighs. Not anywhere close to my most intimate places—and wasn’t that a thought, that she would touch me there, but it still sent so much pleasure through my body.

The two of them continued talking, and I was certain that I was constantly being called and referenced to—and yet I wasn’t able to focus back to the present. All I could do was moan and gasp, unable to grasp what was wrong with this scene.

Neural—no, it was Malory, when she wasn’t wearing her mask. I was now staying in her house, she hadn’t allowed me to go back to my place yet, and I had said yes, when it came down to it. We ended up sleeping in the same bed, and everyday felt wonderful.

It was, somehow, easy to forget about the future. About the situation between Malory and I, as well as Iconoclast when I was here. Whenever my eyes landed on Malory? I just couldn’t think of anything else except for her, unable to ignore the call of my power that both called her a trusted ally and enemy, and yet only able to follow her wishes.

Something sounded wrong, when I listed it that way, but I couldn’t see it. Right now I was finally elsewhere, though, what with Malory being busy in her own laboratory—experimenting and building something else for Iconoclast. She needed to build something new and useful for the gang, and there wasn’t really any sort of deadline, not really. But she said that she had gained some ideas and wished to be left alone for a moment.

And that was why I was now in the bedroom, and having a crisis. Because I—I could have lived like this, before I woke up and felt very off in the base. But right now, this didn’t feel a natural way our relationship would have become, not unless something had happened. I preferred to stay on my own, as despite however much I enjoy being with Malory—It didn’t mean I wanted to be with her all the time.

And despite everything, I could recognize the way my brain never fought Malory, the way I didn’t even seem to realize what was wrong the whole time I was with her. My power was outright screaming at me, and yet—I couldn’t do anything about it. It didn’t seem important, when Malory was smiling and touching me.

I tried to hold onto the feeling. Or maybe I should even go. Leave this place, and try to be the underling of another boss. I didn’t think I could. No part of me seemingly wished to leave, and the thought of never seeing Malory again—it hurt me. Made my chest twist and pressure forming there, of tears forming at the edges of my eyes. This all still happened, despite the fact I knew she was part of whatever had happened to myself.

Iconoclast and Neural were both the key, and I knew there was no way I could do anything about my boss, not really. Not even if I was giving her everything I had. She was just better in manipulation than I did, with more resources to boot. So I should focus on Neural, on Malory who was supposed to be my friend, right?

Doubts entered my mind now, an insidious whisper that considering she didn’t try to explain to me what had happened. She took advantage of me, turning my brain to putty everytime I even thought to try asking. Or maybe—she was just trying to do her best for me? My mind seemed convinced it was the latter, that I was the happiest I had ever been.

“Lynn?” Her voice was so sudden, I didn’t even realize the door was opened. My power didn’t give me a warning, with the suddenly opened enclosed space—it only chugged on now, reminding me again and again that she was both the enemy and my friend. Of someone who I thought wouldn’t do anything to me, or at least, ones that I didn’t approve of beforehand.

I jumped, tense and yet—with every step that made her closer to me, it also made me realize how much I trusted her. Malory was my friend, and I believed in her, right? And yet… “Why do I keep thinking of you as an enemy, Malory?” I couldn’t help but ask her, a desperation to find out what was wrong. That I didn’t think of her wrongly at all. “Can you tell me, please?”

My heart broke, as I looked the way Malory tensed, the way the wave of regret passed through her face, her body. She knew, and she didn’t tell me at all. That seemed to hurt me more than anything else, beyond the way she had treated me, back in that room.

But her face solidified soon after, all before I could have recovered on my own. Feelings bubbled up within me, twisting and making everything so uncomfortable even though I should be happy with her.

She walked closer, and a soft buzz seemingly formed at the back of my mind. A whisper, one that told me that she was safe, and I didn’t have to worry. It would be so, so easy to just nod and accept. I still tried to fight, to shake my head—but Malory was now in front of me. Her hand gently caressed my cheek, before slowly slipping down my neck and body. Touching me in the most possessive of way.

All to remind me that I was hers, somehow. That was wrong, no one owned me. The closest would be Iconoclast, and even then… No, I didn’t think I could accept her as one. She was merely my boss, one I could leave from, even. And yet, my brain seemed to insist right now, that Malory was my most important and my Mistress and Owner.

“Ssh, you are making it harder for yourself.” Malory was talking, telling me to just let myself sink into the buzzing at the back of my brain. It was the simpler move, to just close my eyes and follow the flow of the river. “Listen to me, to my voice.”

Malory continued talking, and my eyes slowly slipped close. Her voice was smooth, so easy to pull me into its flow, until all I could think of was her, and only her. The worry beforehand, the fact I knew something was wrong—none of it seemed to matter anymore.

“Good girl.” She whispered, and I shivered under her touch. Warmth easily pooled at the bottom of my stomach, my mouth drying upon the feeling, the realization of how much affection she held for me. Because her hand was gentle, despite the possessiveness. “I really don’t want to meddle in your brain too much, but you are just too smart for me, sometimes.”

There was a wry note, and I wanted to hold Malory, telling her that everything would be alright. Even though I knew what she wished to do was to break me further. That fact didn’t seem too important.

Malory felt more important than myself.

“Let’s go down.” She whispered, her other hand jerking my hand downward—and I knew only oblivion afterward, my mind moving easily into trance.

I hummed, a half-remembered tune to a song I didn’t even know. My movement was deft and quick as I wiped the window, looking at the outside world I haven’t gone for quite a while already. It had been… weeks. My memories were far more slippery recently, and it made it hard to really hold onto anything concrete regarding time.

Far simpler to just let myself sink into the monotony of cleaning. Sweeping, mopping, dusting—even wiping the windows and the various crannies formed thanks to the furniture and decorations. Doing those were nice and simple, my thoughts easily growing fuzzy with every movement. Further and further down into trance, where everything Malory had told me, and then made me forget, would float up and sink down again.

Nothing was free from her touch. I couldn’t even remember what exactly she told me—only that there were a lot of orders, ones I would only remember at the moment before it would sink again. The effects were clear, but I could never know which one would be it.

Was it the fact I wore the maid uniform? This one seemed the most off, the most obvious, so I dismissed it at the same time. I enjoyed cleaning up Malory’s house too, after all, so wearing this had to be just an extension of that—especially considering the low-key excitement that constantly brewed in my stomach whenever I wore it. A thrill I never expected to have, and yet had right now, at this moment.

Maybe it was the fact I cleaned? That sounded wrong too. Cleanliness was just so important, and there was the issue of me, living in Malory’s house. I didn’t want to be a bad guest, not even able to do any basic chores to help the host of the house.

Nothing was wrong, and yet parts of my brain, my thoughts, insisted on it. That I needed to find Malory, that perhaps she would see what was wrong. Maybe she could make everything felt right again. I just wanted this to stop, for everything to made sense once more.

Going to Malory’s laboratory was simple, the locks opening with a scan to my eyes, confirming who I was. She should be here right now, working on another one of her projects, ignoring and leaving me outside—it was nice for making me think, admittedly, but right now, I wanted her reassurance once more.

Malory was so good, never becoming angry no matter how many times I came to her about the same thing over and over again. Always ensuring I understood what was happening, and never pressured me to anything. Merely told me the truth, one I would easily etch into my thoughts. That, of course, naturally led to me giving her what she wanted, a reward for all the goodness she had done for me.

“Mistress…” Her name, her title easily slipped out of my mouth. She preferred that, instead of her name. I felt like I never called her anything like this before, but it didn’t seem worth trying to fight her on this. Besides, I felt a thrill running inside my stomach whenever I said it, an excitement that seemingly built everytime I said it. “I need your help, please.”

I tried to stay away from where she was working, of course. She was clear of where I could, and couldn’t step on—as well as where I could disturb her. She sections in this room, where it would always be okay to disturb her on. Where I could never disturb her. I stayed within the confines of her rule, the desire to be a good guest continuing to curl up in my head without any sort of resistance.

I didn’t know how long I stood there, with my mind constantly subsumed within the feeling of warmth coming from the pit of my stomach because I was being good. Of course, even with this distance, I could feel Malory’s attention elsewhere, focusing on her work. She was still feeling like an enemy. My best ally, and I had no idea which was true—so I stick to what I knew, and it was to obey. I would come back when Malory’s no longer busy. My eyes were closed as I pressed my thighs together, desperate for little bits of pleasure that could perhaps push me over the edge. It wouldn’t, but that didn’t make me stop—especially since I knew I wasn’t allowed to touch. Not until she gave me permission.

More thrills passed through my body at that realization, that so many things I wished to do was all hinging upon her wishes. She controlled so many parts, and yet I could understand why—it was all so I was good for her. The best guest, the one who would do anything she wanted me to do.

“Lynn?” Her voice was heaven, that single word making me jerk a little bit as I finally came back to the present—and saw her finally walking away from another part of the laboratory. The supposedly white coat was stained, streaks of red and blacks all across the fabric. She was taking it off and throwing it straight to one of the pipes in the room—where it would immediately shuck the coat to another part of the house, where it could be washed and cleaned. Malory had bought a lot of amenities from fellow capes to help with most of the chores, and this was one of the most important things she got. Iconoclast also helped to fund it, I was sure. “Maybe we should go sit down elsewhere so you can tell me the issue? I don’t think being here will help, right?”

Malory’s words made me focus back on the present, and I nodded upon understanding what she said. “Yeah, that’ll be good.”

She immediately grasp my hand right after, and it was no issue to just follow her wherever she wanted to have this talk at.

Warmth filled me, both from the joined palms, and on what she might do to me.

We went to another room, the one where Malory usually brought me toward when she wished to be… more spicy, down the line. A shiver passed through my body as I realized what she was planning, an excitement I usually didn’t feel somehow forming inside my stomach.

The excitement that had been there before, the one that was merely shimmering as I waited for her—it fully came back with a roar, and I couldn’t help but want what would happen next. I would have to be patient though, especially as Malory motioned for me to sit to the chair in the middle—while she herself was rummaging through the drawers on the table to the side.

“Mistress?” I whimpered softly as I laid myself down, my head tilting down so I could still look at what she was doing. Despite the warmth and excitement that I was sure to come, I couldn’t help but feel a niggling of worry, especially as Malory spent some time just looking through the drawers, not even looking at me.

It didn’t take long before she came back with a blindfold and—I knew it wouldn’t be useful, but at the same time, losing sight would mean everything became stronger. My mouth dried at that realization, the fire and excitement curling together, burning even stronger inside my stomach.

The constant feeling of Malory as both enemy and best friend, as ally continued to bombard me even as she came closer. The blindfold was gently tied around my eyes, and it was so dark I couldn’t even see any sort of light. I pressed my thighs together on the chair, feeling the burning coming even stronger inside my stomach.

Maybe I should focus on what I came here to ask her for—and yet when I was in front of Malory? Everything else fell by the wayside. It was easier to focus on her existence, on the fact that she wanted to do so many things with me instead. Doing it to me, especially.

“You are so beautiful like this, you know? Being completely obedient to me…” There was something obsessive, desires lurking beneath her words, especially as her hands started to go toward the maid uniform. Touching me through the fabric, giving me a tease, a hint of how this would go without allowing me the full experience. I gasped, trying to press my body as much as I could against her palms—and yet I knew I couldn’t get more. “But we have to solve your issues first. The one that made you come to me.”

So I told her. Nothing held me back, nor did I have any desire to—Shouldn’t I still have some limits? I remembered when I didn’t really want to open up to Malory, despite the fact she was my best friend. The one I trusted the most, and yet I couldn’t tell her everything. That just wasn’t on the table. But right now… now it felt wrong to hide anything. After all, I needed Malory to fix whatever was wrong with me, and she knew how was the right way.

“Everything felt wrong, making no sense… Wearing the maid uniform despite the fact it felt good…” Pleasure surged across my body, my nerves in response, as if it also approved the way I was thinking about it. “The cleaning also feels off. As if I wasn’t used to do it but now…” It also felt wrong to not do it.

The specter of being a bad guest continued to hover on top of me, reminding me how I shouldn’t have bothered Malory about my issue. And yet that was wrong, wasn’t it? The better etiquette was to tell, and let Malory handle it. She would, that was what she was doing here, right now, in this room where I was completely under her mercy.

Her touch was wandering now, not merely content with my upper half. Down and down, and I could feel the way my stomach tensed as she brushed across it. So light I wondered if I merely dreamed about it, but then she didn’t stop.

“Hmm, I think I understand the issue. We just need to make you learn again. No matter how many times…” She whispered the last part, but I still heard it. For a moment, I wondered if I had come to her again and again, just asking for a fix to this uncertainty. Then Malory slipped her hands below my skirt, and touched me right on my inner thighs—reaching upward, towards my entrance. “Are you ready?”

Her chuckle was cruel, a tinge of mocking at the edge of her tone. Because she knew how much I wanted it by now, the way my body was desperate and begging for her touch. I couldn’t help it, I ignored every warning my body, my power gave and instead grasped the forbidden pleasure. I pressed myself against her, and I knew Malory’s eyes would be full of delight at the way I had given up.

She always love it when I let myself be taken by the pleasure, not trying to be stubborn one way or another. I moaned as she curled her fingers against my entrance, rubbing and playing with the panties that were protecting it… for now. I could feel the wetness, the slight squelch as she turned her fingers around, touching and playing around there.

I gasped and whimpered, trying to tighten myself around her digits—but she didn’t let it come close. Not until I begged, the ‘please’ easily falling out of my mouth as I pressed down further. Trying more and more so I would get her to fingerfuck me.

“Remember what you are supposed to do, Lynn.” She whispered, her words—they reminded me of something else. Of what she had told me before, something I hadn’t remembered unless she told me to.

My eyes were wide below the blindfold as she started to fuck me in the earnest, the pleasure helping to sear those remembered words into myself. Into my deep self and not for myself on the surface. “Oh… To obey your words is to feel pleasure, and the more I obey, the better it feels… Everytime I did it, I further ground down my resistance, slowly destroying it to dust with every repetition.” I murmured, the words easily coming out, before I would forget it again.

But not my subconscious. That one would remember this until the end, each time I repeat the words, and I didn’t know how many times I had done this—it would be etched deep, deep inside. Always be there and be a part of my decision-making, all without myself knowing.

“And what do I want you to be, right now?” She asked, pushing her fingers deeper and drawing out more choked moans out of me.

It was hard to think, with the way pleasure swamped my brain. But I still find it in myself to talk, to find the words hidden inside my brain. “To be your obedient pet. Always following what you want me to do…” I gasped, moaning louder, especially as Malory twisted her fingers just right. She was leading me on, forcing me to say the words—and in turn making it etched deeper inside. “Please!” I begged, because there was nothing else I could do, when she was making me like this.

“Good girl.” She whispered, and that was when she finally pulled out, playing with my clit, and I found how sensitive that bundle of nerves could be. “And when you came, those words will be permanent, staying in your mind forever.”

A rough rub, and I couldn’t help but cummed. I moaned loudly and my body was clamping against her fingers. No matter that her fingers weren’t within my snatch, but I still came, and tightened all around her. I still wanted to be filled further, after all. So, so full until my head was filled with nothing else. Only what she wanted me to have.

“Now, how are you feeling, pet?” Another shiver passed through my spine upon those words, my body enjoying it no matter how demeaning I felt. It felt right, to hear that from her mouth. To have my position reinforced constantly.

“Really good, Mistress.” I whispered, head still fuzzy as I kept my eyes shut beneath the blindfold. The sensation was more than I thought it would be… and even as Malory pulled her fingers out, putting the slightly wet fingers against my outfit, I was still feeling so, so sensitive. As if I was a few rubs away from being fucked again. But I didn’t say that, knowing that I didn’t want to be too needy. Besides, Malory would decide if she wished to let me cum again. I was hers, after all.

Then Malory leaned close, letting me feel her breathing against my ear. “It is time for you to gift back, isn’t it?” She husked out, sending electricity through my spine and straight to my still wet slit.

I moaned, I couldn’t help it. If I hadn’t just reached orgasm moments ago, I was sure that would have triggered it. Licking my lips nervously, feeling the usual twist in my stomach, I immediately nodded. “Y-yes, Mistress.” I told her, because that was the expectations. Because to obey was better than trying to fight, and she knew that was my weakness.

The blindfold prevented me from seeing how her face would look like, but I knew her grin had to be wide, so wide like a cat that had just gotten a canary. I was the prey, and she was the predator, and I was certain she caused my brain to become like this—and yet I couldn’t refuse it, no more than the sun could refuse to raise from the east.

“Kneel on the floor, pet. There’s so many I want you to do.”

Desire, wants, they all mixed together from Malory’s voice. I whimpered even as I slowly pushed my way off the chair, vaguely remembering what I needed to avoid so I could kneel right next to the chair. I knew she was still close, I could feel her hands gently maneuvering me around so I wouldn’t hit on anything. She’s always so kind, always knowing what she needed to do so I could be doing the best for her.

When I was finally kneeling, tilting my head up slightly—I could hear her starting to disrobe, then taking off her pants. The squelching sound of her wet panties as she pulled it off… I would remember it forever, the noise searing itself into my brain.

Then she was putting her pussy in front of my face, and I just immediately obeyed the implication. She had never said she wanted me to lick, and yet I knew that was what she desired out of me. So I did it, tasting her arousal, hearing the gasping sound as she gripped my head around her hands.

Her noises, her gasps as I licked her harder—those were all encouraging, pushing me to do it even more, even stronger so she would reach the peak she helped me to reach.

“There—” She gasped, when I was licking slightly differently, trying to find where she felt the best. I immediately followed, allowing my head to be steered whichever way she wanted it to be. Even my body was really aroused again like this, just being good and licking her snatch—which meant I was being a good girl. The best girl.

I could feel my body below tightening, maybe even dripping, when she started to grip my head tight. Her cunt was tightening too, trying to keep my tongue inside of her—but I continued my relentless lick, knowing she was reaching the peak soon.

When she finally did, it was a sudden jerk through her whole body, my head still gripped tight as she gasped and pressed her muff to smother my face. I moaned against her cunt, unable to do anything, not even breathing as she pressed so tightly against my face.

I didn’t know how long I was like that, panting and trying to get some sort of space so I could breathe—and she finally let me go, allowing me to finally take a few deep gulps of air. Her hand was still gripping me slightly, but it was light enough it was easy for me to move my head around.

“Good… good girl.” She was gasping, breathing heavily with her nose and mouth, and I was certain she had an even stronger reaction. But I couldn’t see anything, not with the blindfold still covering my sight. Her hand was gentle as she ran her fingers through my hair and I just… leaned close to her.

After being so obedient, and being fucked so, so well? I couldn’t help but lean against her touch. My brain was still so fuzzy, and it was just easier to let her handle more, if she wanted.

“We’ll do more after this, alright?” She whispered, and I eagerly nodded—always happy to be more obedient to her.

To my Mistress.