With the snap from her Mistress, Myla wakes feeling more disoriented than she has in a while. She must have gotten distracted daydreaming or something. A pretty rude thing to do honestly, when Eva has asked to give hypnosis a try… But the way the older woman had been droning on and on, she can’t be blamed for letting her mind wander, really. 

She does her best to come back to the moment, and realizes she had been so distracted that she didn’t realize a new person had joined them. On the other side of the tall empty doorframe is a room that looks similar to the bedroom Myla’s in right now, only reversed for some reason. And perfectly centered against the frame, kneeling on the ground and looking right back at her, is a small woman of delicate features. Every part of her seems crafted for perfection, from her small but proportional breasts to how her hips just out just enough to emphasize her waist and ass. Her hair is a faded orange, the dye washed out but not gone, but long and full tumbling down her naked back. 

Myla can feel the phantom brushes of the girl’s hair against her own back, but dismisses the feeling easily, her hair is shoulder length after all. The girl is looking at Myla with open wonder, as if she's looking at a goddess. But Myla’s the one looking at someone almost as gorgeous as her goddess. 

Speaking of whom, her lithe Mistress steps into view just behind the woman, still in the other room, fully nude. Part of Myla wants to reach out and whine, but she’s trying so damn hard to be good –their new dynamic is fun, but a lot of work for her– so she stays in place and just watches as Eva gently caresses the other woman with the back of her hand. So desperate, Myla can almost feel that touch against her own face, even as the other woman doesn’t move from her frozen place.

She’s frozen, the other woman. Myla only now realizes. While she has been looking and ogling the other woman, every time she looks at the woman’s eyes she’s just staring blankly into Myla’s eyes. Her head never moves, nor does any other part of her body; she’s kneeling wide with her palms upwards on her knees staring directly ahead. Just like Myla, but Myla’s just still out of lack of anything to do. 

Finally, Eva looks at Myla, through the doorway she looks down at her. Even from this far, Myla can almost feel the warmth and power Eva holds over her already. “Glad to see you’re back with me.” Eva’s chuckle is light and teasing, but Myla can’t help but wince anyways. She’d apologize too if Eva didn’t continue talking. “Don’t feel bad, I should have known a purely verbal induction wouldn’t be your thing.

“So we’re going to try something a bit more up your road. I asked a longtime pet of mine to come –I’m sorry I hadn’t mentioned her before, I truly didn’t think to do so until just today.” She looks genuinely apologetic, so Myla does her best to just take it in stride. So what if her girlfriend has a woman as a pet who’s literally hotter and better than Myla in every way? Eva pets the woman’s head, in the process smoothing out some flyaways, and again Myla wishes it was her so badly she can just about feel the touch on her head. “Don’t worry about her name, you can just think of her as Pet, with a capital ‘P’, or my Pet if you must. 

“She doesn’t need a name, since she doesn’t have any free will.” Eva says it with so little variance in her voice she almost sounds serious. But then again, if she has had her Pet for a long time and has been doing hypno with her… “Her usual state is more lively, she does seem to default to her cat-persona; but today I’ve wiped her of anything and everything in this cute little head. Really, she may as well be a doll or training dummy today.” 

Myla can’t help but look at the woman –Pet– in wonder and astonishment. Any doubt she would have had is already squashed by the blank look in Pet's face. There isn't a thought going on in there, she might as well be a statue. Or a doll. 

“Anyways.” Eva gestures dismissively and looks down at Pet again. “The point is she's very good at being entranced, at being hypnotized and having her mind malleable for me.” 

There has never been a time Myla has felt like Eva didn't love her, but the sheer pride and care in her voice for Pet is so deep Myla can only hope one day she talks about her that way. 

Eva crouches behind Pet with her head just beside Pet's and traces Pet's jaw with a finger. “What we're going to try is for me to play with Pet, and for you to envision you are her. Mirror her actions if you feel the need to. Envision that you're as mindless and entranced as Pet. Let’s see if we can’t get you that deep. You'll see that there is very little that would break her trance –unless there's some safety or boundary concern of course, she can still safeword even with how deep she is.”

That's relieving at least. Myla trusts Eva implicitly, but there's a difference between choosing to trust and having no mind not to obey. The fact Pet can still safeword is already quelling Myla’s anxiety. No matter how deep she is, she’s still safe.

“I know this is a lot.” Eva sighs, and smiles softly. “If you’re consenting, all you need to do is nod. Both of you, of course.” Myla nods, without looking away from Eva’s face. But Eva laughs. “Look at you, already nodding in sync.” 

Myla’s gaze drops back to Pet’s in an instant, and is met with the same blank stare directly into her eyes like before. There’s no hint of movement, but that’s the point, right?

“Nod for me, again.”

Pet nods without hesitation, almost as if she didn’t even think about obeying, she just did. Myla feels slower, her brain having to catch up, but she nods too.

“Perfect.” Eva hisses from just by Pet. “Keep nodding.” She stands and steps away from the doorway for a moment, though Pet still nods and Myla still mimics. 

There is something more interesting about this, as simple as it is. Myla can feel herself already naturally empathizing with Pet, already falling in line with her. She loses track of time, the repetitive rhythm of nodding along to the mindless doll lets her mind wander again, though this time in a less distracted way. This time towards a goal of being entranced.

When Eva’s hand suddenly grasps Pet’s throat from the front, there’s no reaction from Pet. Pet just keeps nodding. It definitely startles Myla, who hadn’t even realized her Mistress had come back from wherever she had gone. But even while in that state of shock, she finds herself nodding along to Pet’s movement. It’s as if she’s just a mirror of Pet.

Eva’s other hand reaches down and roughly slaps Pet’s tit. Once. Then twice after a moment. Then she doesn’t stop. While she tightens her grip on Pet’s throat, she whales on Pet’s breasts without any care for how painful or pleasurable it must be. Whichever sensation, it has to be immensely distracting. Myla even feels the ghosts of those hits, the idea of being held by the neck that tightly, and she’s not even the one being touched. And yet Pet doesn’t react in the slightest. 

Pet nods.

So Myla nods.

Even without looking away from Pet’s blank expression, Myla can see the slight discoloration on the other woman’s breasts as they’re already starting to bruise by the time Eva finally moves on from them. Her hands move in sync as they follow Pet’s slight curves down to her hips and then ass. Then, in one sudden motion, she lifts Pet’s ass and pushes her to stand on all fours, like she’s playing the part of a pet. Myla finds herself following Pet, suddenly on all fours staring ahead and nodding in time with Pet. 

Like this, from her periphery –which feels so unimportant compared to staring into Pet’s blank eyes– Myla can see Eva squirt some lube onto her hand and then spread it over and in Pet’s asshole. Even that little awareness over what’s happening gives her goosebumps, makes her feel as if she’s also being prepped for anal. Without being able to see Eva’s work, she can only guess what’s happening, but she can easily imagine and feel Eva using two fingers to lube and stretch Pet’s hole. 

All while Pet doesn’t react.

All while Myla doesn’t react.

Pet nods.

Myla nods.

Eva lines her hips up to Pet’s and thrusts into Pet without warning, not that Pet would need it. Myla rocks in motion with Pet, guided by the yearning that it were her that Eva was fucking. She’s losing who she is compared to Pet. So much so she can feel Eva’s cock pulse and feel Eva’s glans catch on the edge of her asshole.

There’s no mercy in Eva’s pace, nor in the strength of her thrusts, nor in the inconsistent rhythm she sets. Each thrust is different from the last, as if designed to test just how mindless Pet is. But it’s an easy test for Pet, since she doesn’t react to any of it. And Myla just follows along perfectly, jerks forward in time with how Pet rocks from Eva’s thrusts.

It’s easy to do what Pet does, to mimic and follow Pet exactly. Myla may as well be Pet. 

No.

That’s not right.

Some part of her brain that’s still able to think fights against that. 

Because there’s still a difference between Myla and Pet. 

As Pet is fucked and nods mindlessly, Myla only mimics Pet.

No.

Again, that’s not right.

She’s not mimicking Pet.

Mimicry would involve copying Pet.

But Myla isn’t copying Pet, she doesn’t have a choice in what she does. 

Copying Pet would be a choice, one she could stop.

Myla can’t stop.

Myla isn’t copying Pet.

She’s Pet’s reflection.

The realization comes as the last of her mind tumbles into an endless cycling trance. The doorway is a literal mirror. Pet is looking into the mirror. Myla isn’t here or there. All there is is Pet and Mistress. 

As Mistress cums deep in Pet’s ass, still thrusting and throbbing as she pushes the warm thick cum as deep as she can, Pet’s reflection finally understands what she is.

“That’s a good Pet, slowly let your awareness come back, and with it your memories.” Mistress’s voice is soft in Pet’s ear, her pets as gentle and warm as ever, bringing a smile to Pet’s face before she even wakes. The comfort that is Mistress’s presence is literally the best thing in the universe for Pet. A presence that’s only expanded by the reek of sex they both seem to have. “Each breath brings you up.” Her words are slow and clear, delicate as she guides Pet. “Up to awareness. Up back to me. Up back to your true self… Welcome back, Myla.”

It takes a few blinks for Myla to really orient herself, but –like Eva said– she is back. 

Her face is nestled between Eva’s small firm breasts, held there even by Eva’s embrace. Memories of their scene are immediately present in her mind, but she lets herself focus on the now for a little bit longer. Something Eva seems happy to indulge her with, if the continued gentle pets are anything to go by. 

Eventually though, she knows she has to focus on aftercare, both for herself but –more importantly– for Eva. So she pulls back just a bit, enough to be able to look up at Eva’s cute face and give her a quick peck on the lips. “So… Holy shit that was amazing.” She blurts out, laughing at just how well that went.

“Yeah?” Eva’s smile is small, but genuine. A telltale sign that she needs more reassurance things went well.

Which is something Myla will help with every moment of every day if need be. She nods enthusiastically, lightly bumping her chin against Eva’s collar bone in the process. “Definitely. I mean– I genuinely don’t know how it worked so well. Memory play usually isn’t my strong suit, but I legit thought I was the me from when we first started hypno –short hair and less toned body and everything.”

Eva’s eyebrow quirks even as she smiles down at her submissive. “Oh right, I had forgotten you had your hair short back then. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you with anything less than that crazy mane you lug around.”

“Oh you love it.” Myla playfully slaps Eva’s arm as best she can while still being held like this. “But seriously. It’s weird to think about. Now I mean. I was jealous of present day me. Jealous! And insecure about her too.”

“You know there’s nothing and no one that would take me from you, right?” There’s worry in Eva’s tone, but more than that there’s dedication. The same dedication that has kept them together for over a decade.

Now it's Myla's turn to give a soft reassuring smile. “Of course. But me all those years ago didn’t. And somehow my brain remembered that enough to make me feel it.” She shuffles a little so the two are cuddling with their foreheads pressed against each other. Their breaths intermingle even while they reek of sex and are drained physically and mentally. “Seriously, you did amazing, and I can’t believe how wonderful it was for me. It felt like I was falling in your hypnotic trap for the first time all over again.” She lets out a deep breath and leans forward so their lips are ghosting each other. “An amazing feeling, since I know I’ll never actually leave your hold.”