Hannah

No matter how long I spent as my Mistress’ thrall, She never ceased to amaze me.

OK, I hadn’t been my Mistress’ thrall for all that long, to be fair. In fact, I was one of the newest. But She was a Goddess, after all, pretty much definitionally capable of amazing things, and I had seen Her do a lot of them. And figuring out a way to maybe get Jade on board with Celia’s enthrallment was most definitely one of them.

It went without saying that I was pretty much bouncing up and down while Mistress made my girlfriend stare into Her beautiful, hypnotic, blood-red eyes.

“No need to be scared, darling,” Mistress said, wiping a few tears from Her eyes with one hand while Her other hand remained firmly on Celia’s chest, preventing them from moving. They were so lucky, getting to be taken like this, Mistress breaking their will more with every glance, every word. Sometimes I wished I had been more reluctant before being taken so that She would’ve had to take me this way. Even more often I wished I could be taken again from scratch, but then that would have to mean giving up being Her thrall for even a moment, way too high a price to pay.

“So relaxing, isn’t it, lying in My lap? No one here is going to hurt you,” Mistress whispered. “You’re safe here in My home. It’s alright to let all of your thoughts and worries go… those about Jade, those about your safety, Hannah’s safety, whatever you were thinking of doing tomorrow… you can let Me take care of all of that. Do you understand, My dear?”

I saw Celia’s eyelids flutter as they replied, “yes, Mistress.” Goddess, it was so hot to watch them fall under Her spell. It had been all night, taking a front-row seat to this. I had a bit of a voyeurism kink, I guessed, and that was amplified knowing that Mistress liked Her thralls seeing stuff like this, reminding us all of how easily She could manipulate a girl’s mind, how thoroughly our wills could and would be dominated.

“Very good girl,” Mistress said, brushing Her fingers through Celia’s purple-dyed hair. “More and more relaxed, more and more blank with each passing moment. You’ve earned your beauty sleep.” They looked so pretty like this, held by my Goddess. Soon She’d be their Goddess too, at least some of the time.

I wondered if Mistress was planning on following through with the whole half-time thing. I wouldn’t be too bothered either way, just as long as it didn’t cause any big problems with Jade or the rest of the polycule. I assumed that She was at least going to fulfill Her promise for a little while, enough to put Jade’s mind at ease. And Goddess, She certainly could put Jade’s mind at ease if She wanted to, just like She was doing with Celia now. Mistress might not have met Jade, but I had, and I knew from that that she’d probably make a really yummy thrall to my Mistress. Celia got really uncomfortable when I told them that, but I knew they’d understand very shortly.

If Celia did end up being a full-time thrall, I guessed I would miss their outspokenness, but replacing that with love and devotion for my Mistress would be appealing too. It was Mistress’ choice in the end. I had no right to complain about either outcome. I wanted Her to be happy, most of all, and Celia’s shows of solidarity seemed like they had had a big impact on Her, at least. I hoped She could manage that feeling, either way.

And Her voice was so, so pretty… no less so from over here, even if I couldn’t quite see Her crimson irises.

“That’s it, sweetie. Fall for me. Drop deep, now,” She concluded, hand on my girlfriend’s cheek, and I… I…

I wasn’t sure if that command was meant for me, but I was a weak-willed girl. I couldn’t resist it regardless, and I slumped over on the couch along with them, dropping as deep as I could go… blank and empty for Mistress.

I felt Her touch, cold and familiar, on my shoulder, and I heard the sound of Her voice. The details weren’t important — I just obeyed my programming like a good girl — but I heard “▒▓▒▒▓▒░░░▒▓▓▓▒▓░▒░▓░▒░” and suddenly, I was awake again, looking Mistress up and down. She was close to me, a hand around my back and the other still on my shoulder, smiling at me with Her amazingly sharp fangs. Goddess, they were one of the hottest things about Her.

“That command wasn’t meant for you, silly girl,” She said, kissing me on the lips.

“I… I thought it might not be,” I said. “I just… I couldn’t resist Your voice, Mistress. I… wanted to be in trance with Celia.” I looked at them behind Mistress, splayed out across the couch cushions, their breathing regular. I doubted they had any idea that Mistress and I were talking now.

“There’ll be time for that later, I assure you,” She said, holding my hands in each of Hers. “For now, I have a task for you, dear. Call up Valerie and tell her that Celia is Mine… and that I’d enjoy it if she partook as well. I want her to come over here as soon as she’s able. I might need some help with her, er, technique… Can you do that for Me?” She let go of my hands, looking at me expectantly.

“O-of course, Mistress! Always!” I said, scrambling to stand up, grabbing my cell phone off of the table. Mistress returned to attend to Celia, propping them up in Her arms again as She gave me another smile.

I opened up my contact list over in the kitchen area while Mistress whispered to my other girlfriend. I watched as Celia stood, their expression blank and slightly dreamy, and followed Her from the living room back to Her bedroom. They were Hers now, and so lucky for it.

Meanwhile, the phone was ringing. It took a few rings, but Valerie picked up.

“Hey, Hannah,” she said, her voice as smooth and seductive as it had been for a month now. I had been captivated by it before — she had been my Goddess before — and it was a little hard to take Mistress’ assurances that I only belonged to Her to heart. Even just thinking of Valerie’s fangs got me feeling more than a little woozy. They were really beautiful, sharp, just like Mistress’, her eyes, so red, her grip, so strong…

Fuck. I really needed to say hello.

“H-hey, Valerie,” I squealed.

“You alright?” she asked, her extremely pretty voice perking up. “Did something bad happen?”

“O-oh no, nothing bad. Really… uh, good, actually,” I said. “Mistress has Celia in trance. They’re in Her bedroom now. They’re Hers. And She’s gonna, uh, apply your technique. She needs your help with it.”

“My, um… my part-time enthrallment technique?” she said. “I’ll get myself dressed and be there within the hour, of course, but, uh, She’s too kind. It was Her who helped me get that stuff into Laurie’s head to begin with! I’m still learning about this kind of stuff. Never could’ve done it without Her… well, for more than one reason.” She laughed, and I heard some sounds on the other end of the phone that sounded like she was rifling through her dresser for clothes.

“Hehe,” I giggled, letting the pretty vampire’s words flow through my weak human mind like water. “I think She might need more, like, moral support. She’s really going through it tonight. More than any time I’ve seen Her since you were turning, I think. You’ll probably help a lot.

“Oh, oh! And if I understood correctly, I think Mistress wanted you to know that you can have some of Celia’s blood too.”

I heard a loud knocking sound and no response, and wondered if Mistress’ fledgling had dropped her phone.

“R-really?” she said a second later, her voice closer to the mic than usual, boring into the deepest recesses of my silly broken will.

“Hehehe… I think so… She said She’d, um, ‘enjoy it if you partook’.”

“Lilith, I’m so excited! I’ve been thinking about their smell all month! I need them, Hannah, you have no idea! I’ll… fuck, I’m so honored that our Goddess would let me have a drink from them! I’ll see you in 45 minutes!”

“OK!” I said, and a moment later, the call ended.

Well, I had done Mistress’ will, so I peeked my head into Her bedroom. She had left the double doors open partway, so I thought and hoped that I probably wasn’t intruding.

I saw Celia stripped naked on the bed, still under Mistress’ spell, as Mistress gently kissed their tits and stomach, leaving a few hickies as She did. Oh, Goddess, I really hoped She wouldn’t accidentally draw blood before She intended to — but I also knew that She was more than careful enough to do so successfully. This was a kind of foreplay that She was very accustomed to, and She knew just how to pace a sexual encounter, leaving the best for last…

“Valerie says she’ll be here in 45 minutes, Mistress,” I said with a little curtsy. “She was pretty excited to taste Celia. T-that was what You intended, Mistress? I wasn’t completely sure.”

“Darling, darling, it’s perfectly alright,” She said. “You understood correctly. Now come over here onto the bed. I know just how to occupy the intervening time.”

I scampered onto the bed with a “yes, Mistress”, kneeling next to my other girlfriend. They looked so peaceful, so controlled, staring up at the ceiling and seeing nothing, or at least nothing other than what Mistress made them see. It was one of the fun things about belonging to my Mistress — I could never trust my own perceptions, because She could shape them however She liked. It reinforced my utter reliance on Her for truth and meaning and happiness, and that felt wonderful. I mean, Celia brought me all of those things too, but… they weren’t my Mistress.

“I want you to suck Celia’s girlcock, sweetie,” Mistress commanded. “But try and keep them on the edge, won’t you? I want them to completely melt by the time Valerie’s here.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, unbuttoning my pajama top to better please Mistress and Celia. This was an order I was eager to obey, especially knowing it’d further Celia’s submission…

Celia

I had spent the better part of an hour getting relentlessly edged by Hannah and Naomi, the latter of whom I was quickly starting to perceive as my Mistress. And at this point, none of it scared me any more. It didn’t even feel sad. At this point… I wanted it.

Letting myself feel that was dangerous, but it was too late now… I was still halfway in trance, obediently fulfilling the pretty girl’s commands. She was too pretty to disobey, too commanding. Maybe I could’ve still put up some kind of resistance if I’d tried really hard, but I didn’t want to any more. Giving into this was fine. I didn’t need free will, not if this felt so good. Not if Jade would be safe… not if giving in meant that my vampire metamour would keep making out with me and playing with my tits. Not if my enthralled girlfriend would keep sucking my girlcock, jerking me off, kissing my thighs, neither of them letting me reach climax. I wouldn’t have minded staying like that forever, letting them have their way with me. I was basically in heaven.

“...Now wake up,” my Mistress Naomi said. I thought maybe I shouldn’t be regarding Her that way, but my vision came into focus and I was greeted with the face of a Goddess. It wasn’t possible to deny any more, the fullness of Her lips, the paleness of Her soft cheeks, the deep crimson of Her eyes, the way Her bangs framed Her face, the sharp fangs in Her mouth that I was desperately hoping She’d put inside me. Fucking hell, I needed that. It would be such a release to let Her drink directly from my veins. I didn’t mind if She messed with my head any more, either. Having my head messed with by a Goddess like Her was probably actually a good thing. I wondered if I thought that because She had already messed with my head, and I immediately realized that it didn’t matter.

And I was so distracted looking at Mistress Naomi that I barely even noticed the other vampire in the room. Valerie, stripped naked already, her chubby body fully visible to me. Mistress Naomi had said something about her while I was in trance, I thought. The memory was only distant, but it was something She had wanted me to remember. She was coming… she was coming to drink my blood too.

And I had been all too eager to let her.

Which wasn’t to say that I wasn’t still eager to let her.

“Hey, cutie,” the blonde vampire said, sitting on the bed by my feet. “You’re looking awfully appetizing tonight.” As I looked her naked body over, unable to take my eyes away, I noticed that she was drooling a little… drooling over me, I had to assume. She had done that the last time I had seen her, too, the only time I had seen her, in the hallway right outside this suite. I had seen Mistress Naomi do it too, but She seemed better at holding Herself back, had Her appetite completely in check. Valerie was more wild, more untamed, a fledgling, as Mistress Naomi liked to call Her. I felt like the only thing stopping her from lunging at my neck without warning was the other vampire in the room.

“Hehehe… thank you,” I mumbled, peering at Hannah through peripheral vision. She was sitting on the edge of the bed by my shoulder and beside Valerie as well, and squeezed my hand with a smile as she noticed me.

“I’m kind of terrified right now,” I continued, realizing that I sounded distant and dreamy rather than anything resembling scared. “I just surrendered myself to a really pretty vampire only like fifteen minutes after She threatened to kill me. And now Her… Her fledgling is here, ready to drink from me too. And my girlfriend’s in on it… she’s helping them instead of me. I’m… hehehe… I feel like I’m not even gonna make it out of here alive. Valerie… the way you’re looking at me…”

“Oh, trust me, you’re way too yummy to hurt,” Valerie said with a crazed grin. “You’re just… you’re the first person I saw after being turned! W-what am I supposed to think? Lilith… you’ve been in my head for a month, Celia! I need your blood and Mistress… Mistress is kind enough to let me have it!”

“You’re not going to die, My darling,” Mistress Naomi said, Her pale hand a cold comfort on my bare leg. “And you’ll have your part-time arrangement.”

The red-haired vampire growled, Her clear discomfort with following through with the thing She had proposed shaking me from the pull of Her charms at least a tiny bit.

“If I didn’t follow through, dear, Jade wouldn’t be very happy, would she?” She continued. “But for tonight, you’re Mine. And I would never allow harm to come to any of My things.”

“I… thank You, heh… but yeah, I don’t think Jade would be happy then, no…” I sighed. “She’d do… everything she could to avoid You… maybe even expose You…”

“But we need not focus on that,” Mistress Naomi insisted, shaking Her head. “You’re Mine now, as I was saying. You’re here. And your blood is going to taste just wonderful on My tongue. My beautiful non-binary B negative girl…” She was drooling now too, just a little bit. When I saw Her and Valerie drooling over me, I could only think that it made them both seem more like slavering monsters. But it also meant that they liked me a lot, and either of them being attracted to me was an awfully appealing prospect. They were both soooooo pretty, and, as Hannah liked to say, feeling their fangs inside me would probably feel soooooo good…

Oh god, I needed it, I needed it, I needed it… The desire was coursing through my whole body, my girlcock rock hard, leaking precum like crazy, my tits feeling as sensitive as they ever had, even my skin tingly with goosebumps.

I lifted my back up off the bed, reaching my arms out for Mistress Naomi, and pleaded, “F-fuck… please bite me… Mistress…”

I must have looked completely pathetic saying that. I mean, I was used to being a sub sometimes, but this was real, not just playacting. This woman had the power to take away my free will completely if She wanted to, and there was clearly a part of Her that did, and I couldn’t even bring myself to complain at this point, just as long as She did it in a way that my partner would accept.

And I surely looked even more pathetic when Mistress, at the forefront of every thought in my mind now in a way that precluded a need for Her name, placed Her hand on my chest and pushed me back down onto the bed. It didn’t seem like She was putting in any real physical effort. She didn’t need to work hard to overpower me. Rather, I moved where She willed it because that was the providence of a Goddess. Who was I to disobey? I was just some girl, soon to be a lowly thrall…

“Before I can do that,” Mistress said, looming over me, “I’m going to have to take some time to mess with your pretty little head. You’ll like more of that, won’t you?” It wasn’t really a question, and I nodded sheepishly. Of course… I’d like anything that She did to me, more likely than not. She’d give me commands, and I’d obey them like a good thrall. Like Hannah would.

“I… I like staring into Your eyes, Mistress…” I murmured. “They’re… pretty…” I thought back to what they had looked like, so intensely red and dark, the color of blood or of thoughts dripping out of my mind. I thought Mistress had said something like that, maybe, while She had had me in trance, and it had so much resonance thinking back. I was so helplessly Hers, even just imagining the color of Her eyes, a color I’d probably never quite consciously perceive, at least not beyond my peripheral vision.

“Good girl,” Mistress said, ruffling Her fingers through my hair with a big smile. “You’re getting to be so weak-willed! It’s very cute. You’ve been rather uncooperative, you know.”

I nodded, because I did know, yeah, and it was nice to be called weak-willed, because Mistress was molding me into Her thrall, and that was what I wanted right now, but, uh, also… I wasn’t so sure about some of that!

“I’m, uh, I’m still gonna be uncooperative sometimes, Mistress,” I mumbled. “Just when I’m not Your thrall. I can’t be like… like Hannah all the time, hehehe…” I reached my arm over to touch my girlfriend’s body, reaching under her pajamas to feel up her back and her butt, her skin soft and warm, contrasting with the coldness of the woman and/or Goddess who was on top of me. Even now, as I was falling for Her so hard, I still felt a need to hold onto something of myself, at least when I reminded myself to. The whole point of this was to not lose myself completely. If nothing else, I’d need Jade to trust me. And not just for utilitarian reasons! She was my partner, the love of my life, really… I wanted her to be happy, and I knew she didn’t want to be a thrall… I knew that, I had to respect that, I had to honor that, I had to put her first…

Oh god, now I knew what Hannah was going through when she had stood up for me at the steakhouse. Every time she was pulled between me and her Mistress, really. And it must have been so much more intense for her. At least I could still think these thoughts.

Then Valerie climbed onto the bed and looked at me, and Mistress leaned down toward me, filling my vision with Her brilliant crimson eyes, and I suddenly realized that I was about to understand Hannah’s position firsthand.

Naomi

Through all of this, Celia had been almost as frustrating as Emily tended to be.

Even after so much wearing down, me pinning them down on their own bed, their girlfriend here to encourage them, my fledgling eager to be inside them as much as I was, they were still showing shreds of resistance. Rapidly-dwindling shreds of resistance, of course, but even Valerie had crumpled more easily than they were proving to. At least I thought so — at times, I wondered if I was somehow allowing myself to lose my own touch due to emotional distress. I had been pushed to this, after all, and the threat of my privacy being threatened for decades still rang through my psyche.

Sometimes putting a pretty girl under my spell was the only way I could calm myself. Watching Celia or anyone else lose control of their thoughts and enter a state of relaxed hyperfocus on my eyes and voice was one of the most comforting and familiar sensations I had the privilege of experiencing. And I knew all the right words to say to put things in order.

“So much easier the second time, isn’t it, Celia, dear?” I asked, wanting to make sure this time that Hannah wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire. “You know deep down that there’s no way you could ever resist this feeling. You’ve worked so long and hard to make things just right for you and Jade. Now you can have a nice long rest, staring right into my eyes, knowing I’ll never let any harm come to you. And you’ll find yourself dropping deep into trance for me, now.”

Their body relaxed, all the tension evaporating from their shoulders, neck, and torso as they fell victim to my charms. I had prepared them for this in their earlier trance, knowing I’d need an especially powerful trigger to accomplish what I intended to here. I did have a great deal of experience with this, after all, though I never imagined I’d use my skills for this, not to assert dominance over a girl’s mind but rather to relinquish control.

Oh, Lilith, this really was just like allowing Valerie to dominate me, wasn’t it? When I looked at her, crouched on my bed beside me, I could barely suppress a smile despite my best intentions. I was forced to admit that that experience had prepared me for this in some small way. Perhaps in time I’d indeed be allowing my fledgling to pull me around on a silver leash, even alongside Lauren. It was hard to imagine myself being debased in that way, but I supposed that was part of the appeal…

“Mistress?” Valerie whispered, smiling back at me. “We should probably get started on their triggers, right? Making sure they can remember what it’s like in this moment?”

“Y-yes, of course,” I said with a quick nod, recalling the sublime feeling of her fangs in my neck. “Celia, dear, I’d like you to search for the very darkest part of your mind, the most secretive and private, the most hidden. That place where you keep your most private sexual thoughts, your most embarrassing interests, your long-forgotten memories. Can you find that place for me, dear?”

I watched their mouth twitch a bit as they thought for a few moments, then responded, “yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” I whispered, leaning in close to their ear. “Now that we’re in that deepest recess of your mind, I want you to discover that there’s a very secret place there. A very private place, one so thoroughly hidden that even you will forget it’s there. The darkest corner of the darkest room, one so dark that only my vision is clear enough to see its contents. One that only I or someone else given my permission could access. Do you understand, Celia?”

“I understand, Mistress,” they droned. I had gone through this part dozens of times before… I found it to be the most useful and pertinent metaphor I could come up with to give my girls lasting programming. It had proved to be effective time and time again.

Hannah leaned in close too, and gave Celia a kiss on the cheek. I worried for a moment that this might disturb the entranced girl sufficiently to break my spell on them, but no, no, I doubt they even noticed that kiss. That in itself was perhaps a bit lamentable, but it was only because they were too busy focusing on something overwhelming, the voice and will of their Mistress, and I didn’t find that sad at all.

And glancing at Valerie beside me, I could tell that she was only barely holding herself back. I had half a mind to let her take a drink from Hannah just to calm her down, but patience was something she’d need to learn, and she knew I had laid claim to the adorable non-binary girl. I was confident that she’d hold herself back on that knowledge alone, but I grabbed her hand and gave it a little squeeze as a show of support. The look she gave me in return was such a longing one. Her thirst would be sated soon.

I turned my attention back to Celia.

“Good girl, Celia. So, so relaxed and blank for me, secreted away in that darkest corner,” I continued. “I want you to regard that if I were to place a phrase here, one associated with a command, that it would be so unknown to even yourself that once you return to the waking world, you would retain no conscious knowledge of its presence. You must know now instinctually that it’s terribly easy to forget if I command it.

“And though your conscious mind may have forgotten, it would be as easy as a single statement of the trigger phrase from myself or another who has received my permission to activate it. To make you obey automatically, without thinking, without choosing. Falling back under my spell in an instant before you consider what you’re doing, without hearing the phrase to begin with, without reading it, because your silly human will is so weak, so manipulable, that it may as well not exist at all when faced with a Goddess like me. You must understand that instinctively, darling. Such triggers are not call-and-response. It will be a matter of instinct, of irresistible programming. You understand, don’t you, sweetie?”

“Yes, Mistress,” they responded.

“Very good,” I said. “So fundamentally manipulable in this state, knowing only I can define this darkest corner and its contents. It’s secure as well as secret, and it will never bend or break.” Though I was used to saying these things, I had to stop and sigh. The particular trigger that was relevant tonight would have to be implanted next, and I wasn’t looking forward to that.

But as I thought about it more, my memory raced back to that night I had spent with Valerie, the night she had been my Goddess. When I had first been inclined to invoke one of the “safe words” we had agreed upon, I had thought them similar in purpose to hypnotic triggers. And now, as I was about to grant this girl a trigger which would return them to an unenthralled mental state, that comparison felt more pertinent than ever.

I would never have thought to use my charms in this capacity if not for my fledgling… she was certainly showing me that I had innate capabilities beyond what I had previously imagined, as she had claimed back at Emily’s, though I wasn’t certain that these were capabilities I particularly wanted to have. What would Lilith have intended by granting them to my kind? It made my head hurt… Enthrallment was supposed to be a permanent state. Of course, it would be permanent for Celia too, once all had been set in place. That was all I really needed to remind myself to go through with this. It was a means to an end, and the end would be as sweet as their blood.

“Do you need help, Mistress?” Valerie whispered. Hannah was looking at me with concern, too. I must’ve appeared quite pained.

“I’ve got it, my darlings,” I said, steeling myself. “Just needed a moment.”

I cleared my throat, and resumed speaking to the hypnotized girl beneath me.

“So relaxed, Celia my darling, focusing on my voice only at the expense of all else. I want you to peer into that darkest corner of your mind for me and catch glimpse of a phrase there. The phrase is, er, Celia, activate girlfriend mode.”

I paused, a bit embarassed… Valerie had chosen that phraseology for the purposes of Lauren, her girlfriend. Celia and I didn’t have the same relationship, and I hardly viewed my thralls as anything other than a more precious form of girlfriend, and beyond that the whole thing was coated in the terminology of computers, which were hardly my strong suit. It all was a bit off, but I was just following Valerie’s lead… it wasn’t like Celia would actually hear the words of the trigger, anyway. They could be much sillier and they wouldn’t bat an eye.

“And in coming to understand this phrase, my dear, I’d like you to take stock of your current mental state beyond the boundaries of this trance. Not the mental state in which you are now helplessly obeying me, but the one you had when you came here, when you entered the hotel lobby, before we were speaking. The mental state in which you felt you had free will, independence, untouched by my charms, or even by my fledgling’s charms. Do you recall that state, Celia?”

“I do, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” I said, kissing their cheek. “I want you to hold that thought in your mind, steady and unbroken. This corner is a secure place. An untouchable place. Even if you were to submit yourself completely to me, to become my thrall, the thought would be unchanged, impossible for even my fangs to reach unless I put you in trance again. And if I were to speak the phrase, Celia, activate girlfriend mode, the knowledge of what it felt like to be in that state, to have your free will, would come rushing back to you in a single moment, and you would embody that state again, as though you were never enthralled at all. It’s like the off setting of a light switch. The on setting will be defined later. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” they said.

“Remember this, Celia. Remember it,” I restated, wanting to be sure the trigger would stick as well as it had with Lauren. “Committed to that secret place in the back of your mind, untouchable, unnoticeable by anyone but me or someone I’ve given permission. I will command you, Celia, activate girlfriend mode, and you will respond without thinking. It may even take you a few moments to realize what’s come over you, it will be so quick and automatic, not knowing the individual words I spoke, just like switching off a light. But the sensation of your pre-enthrallment state will still return. Not the memories, mind you. You’ll retain all of your experiences, everything that’s happened in the intervening time. Only your outlook on me, your outlook on the world relative to me, will change. Your outlook on my fledgling Valerie as well. And it will change so, so easily at my command. Do you understand, my good girl?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl. And now, with the phrase, Celia, activate girlfriend mode left safely behind, we’ll let this darkest corner of your mind rest, forgotten even by you until the time comes to obey me. It’s such a dark, obscure place that you’d never expect that anything was hidden there even if you were searching the vicinity.

“I’m going to bring you back up now, dear, so that we might test the fruits of my labor.

“Five, still trapped under my spell, darling, unable to think a single thought of your own.

“Four, recalling something of where you were before, a voice perhaps, the feeling of your own body.

“Three, aware now of sounds, the beating of your heart, the sound of your own breathing and Hannah’s as well.

“Two, sensation returning to your body, from head to toe, your torso to the tips of your arms.

“One, your will beginning to return, your thoughts becoming clear to you, so close to wakefulness now.

“Zero, fully awake and alert. Wake up, Celia.”

Their eyes shot open, and I gave them a fanged smile and asked simply, “How are you feeling, dear?”

Celia clutched their side with one hand, holding their forehead with the other. “Uh… I feel good,” they said. “God, You… uh… You already did it? It was all such a blur…”

“Ah, you were under my spell for several minutes sweetie,” I explained. “But I suppose you must have been too relaxed, too focused to notice the passage of time or anything else, weren’t you? Such a good girl.” I scratched them on the chin and they squirmed, Hannah leaning down as well to kiss them on the cheek again.

“I, uh… guess I was,” they said. “Fuck, You could have done anything to me during that time, couldn’t you have? That’s… that’s so hot…” I could tell they meant it, because their girlcock was just about as hard as it could get. I liked having that effect on people.

“I could have,” I said, narrowing my eyes at them. I loved to keep my girls guessing; it was one of the most fun things to hold over them.

“It was really, really cute seeing you accept Mistress’ programming, letting Her have Her way with you,” Hannah said. “I’ve been looking forward to this for so, so long, Cece. Love you!”

“Mistress has the voice of a Goddess,” Valerie said, clasping her hands together. I was so glad she hadn’t lost a single bit of devotion as my fledgling. “Even now that I’m not entranced by it any more, listening to Her is still a religious experience.”

“Fffuck, it is, isn’t it?” Celia said, putting their hands together in imitation of Valerie. “You really are a Goddess, aren’t You, Mistress? I think I’m beginning to understand… I feel like I was blinded by… by fear, I…”

“That’s perfectly alright, dear, and very adorable,” I said, not wanting to let myself get carried away — for purely practical reasons, of course. “But for now, Celia, activate girlfriend mode.”

It was indeed like flipping a light switch. The purple-haired girl’s eyes widened, their pupils narrowing ever so slightly as they let out a breath, their heart rate increasing for just a fleeting moment.

“Ah!” they yelped, pulling their hands back apart. “I’m… god, I was pretty deep in it, huh? I suddenly feel… way more clear-headed. I don’t… I’m not gonna pray, for fuck’s sake. You’re not getting me that easily.”

I laughed out loud. “Darling, the only reason you’re feeling so much more clear-headed to begin with is because I commanded it of you. I already have you, dear. This was merely a control test of the trigger I gave you, and I must say, it worked out as perfectly as it could’ve. Greater contrast than you had with Lauren, even, my fledgling,” I said, looking back at Valerie.

Celia grimaced. “I… uh… is there any way out of this now? I… really feel like I was kind of coerced over the course of the night, thinking back… N-Naomi, you seem reasonable, can we talk this out more? Oh god…”

Before I figured out what to say, Hannah was already wrapping her arms around Celia again, comfortingly, but maybe to help keep them in place for my benefit as well.

“Cece… it’s OK to let Mistress coerce you…” she whispered. “You’re going to be Her thrall. It’s normal to submit yourself to Her. Here, do you want to kneel together?” She pulled away from Celia, then crawled over them to the empty part of the bed, kneeling with her palms placed face-down on her knees, eyes lowered slightly, just like I had trained her.

They gulped, giving Hannah a long look, but began to move into a similar position. “Only half the time, r-right, Naomi?”

For the time being, I thought, with a sly smile. But all they needed to know was, “of course, dear,” so that’s all I said. “Half the time, as we agreed.” I knew as well as anyone that agreements were negotiable, especially where thralls were involved.

“O-OK,” Celia said, their posture sagging a little as they mostly retained their submissive pose. “I’ll do it. For Hannah and Jade.”

Hannah peered at Celia’s position, almost bursting with glee at her girlfriend’s submission. But she was a bit bothered…

“Eyes down, sweetie,” she said, smiling at Celia. “And straighten your back. All part of showing proper deference to Her.”

“Oh… jeez, uh, OK,” they responded sheepishly, moving their head down to copy Hannah and adjusting their back. Their posture clearly wasn’t ideal. That was alright, though. I’d fix that.

The mere act of Celia matching her position was making Hannah wet, knowing that my will was being done, that her girlfriend was about to be mine in the same way she was. Half the time, at least… it was an annoying caveat to consider. Celia was clearly someone worth caring about, and it saddened me that I’d have to give that up even half the time for a few months. It just wasn’t what I was accustomed to!

But Valerie seemed to sense my distress, and she patted me on the shoulder, hugging me in much the same way that Hannah had hugged Celia. And she could barely sit still, either…

“Are you ready to drink from them, Mistress?” she asked, desperation in her tone, drool dripping from her pallid lips.

I gave her a small nod, and looked over the exposed bits of Celia’s neck. They certainly possessed some delicious-looking arteries…

Valerie

All this time, while Mistress programmed Celia, I had been doing my best to stay patient, to wait for Mistress’ command, and it was barely working.

Keeping myself away from them was, in some ways, even more difficult than it had been with my Laurie. They were the first person I had smelled individually after being turned, and their scent never left my thoughts. B negative, Mistress had mentioned, spicy and slightly bitter. I had been able to get a picture of what Lauren’s blood might smell like based on my memories of her personal scent, but it wasn’t as solidified as Celia’s smell was to me. And I had been ripped away from them by my Mistress, for good reasons, of course, but ripped away nonetheless. All this time, I really just wanted to get back to them as soon as possible, as soon as Mistress allowed me, so that they could be mine…

And I still wasn’t sure if they would be mine. But they’d be one of Mistress’ thralls, at the very least, and I could hope and dream that Mistress would let me drink from them whether She would or not. I couldn’t stop myself from that… it was just instinctual. They smelled so, so good…

And the submissive position they were taking along with Hannah, their body naked, their perky tits and medium girlcock on display, made it all the better, even if it wasn’t all meant for me.

And as Mistress leaned in close, Her cold breaths on Celia’s bare neck, they began to wince, their eyes closed, their teeth gritted. I moved in close too, staying further than Mistress, knowing I’d likely have to wait my turn. My Goddess had no qualms about edging me.

“This… oh god… this won’t hurt too bad, will it?” they pleaded. Silly girl. Nothing they asked Mistress, Hannah, or anyone else would be able to prepare them for what they were about to experience.

“It’ll hurt just as much as it needs to, darling,” Mistress whispered. “You’ve seen how much Hannah enjoys it… believe Me, she’s no outlier in that regard.

“Now come on, Valerie, I know you’ve been waiting for this. Why don’t you take the first bite? The trigger should work to release them from your control as well.”

I practically leapt up through the ceiling above me, no longer able to hold myself back from taking the blessing that my Goddess had just granted me, so I lunged forward, shouting “thank You, Mistress!”, and grabbed Celia’s torso, cradling them tight in my strong arms, rocking their head back slightly to expose the warm, soft flesh of their neck. And before they could even begin to moan and yelp, I went in face-first, mouth wide, sinking my fangs in as their delicious blood spilled out onto my waiting tongue.

They were so delicious… they truly had been worth the wait in every way I could have hoped for. Spicy, a little bitter, even a little bit sweet and sour in a way I hadn’t quite expected from the smell alone, such a rich flavor profile… 

Sometimes, when I thought about it, I thought it was a little silly that I thought so much of human blood, a substance that I was pretty sure was relatively uniform between individuals. It would sort of be like going crazy over the tastes of individual tuna at the fish market. But maybe if tuna were all a person could eat, they’d be well-adapted to taste all the little differences. And it was such an intimate thing, my fangs inside them, pumping the bright red blood out of the wound drop by drop while Celia moaned and screamed, their girlcock leaking runny, slightly sticky girlcum all over Mistress’ sheets.

My pussy was dripping wet too, but as usual, I barely cared. The blood itself was the real reward, so tasty, so refreshing, so spicy, so them. I was just off of having a drink from Gail last night, and Celia was such a wonderful contrast to my thrall’s overwhelming sweetness, Lauren’s as well.

And then Mistress was sinking Her fangs in too. It made me angry for a moment, and I bit down harder. This girl was mine, I couldn’t just let this other vampire have them! But that other vampire was my Mistress. She could have whatever She wanted, and everything that was mine was really Hers. So I just leaned into it, drank a few more drops of blood, and pulled myself away, licking their wound clean as I decided I was satisfied at last. As satisfied as I could manage to be, anyway. For all of the time I’d been a vampire, it felt like my bloodlust was never completely sated. But this would have to do for now — for the safety and well-being of Mistress’ newest thrall.

Mistress kept at them for several moments longer, feeling up their tits, massaging their still-hard girlcock with Her free hand, savoring every drop She drank in a way I understood all too personally now. Everybody had blood worth savoring, something that set them apart as individuals. And that also meant that it was worth being discerning. I had been wondering off and on if it was really good that I had taken Cassie in the way I did. Walking anything back now would surely just make both of us unhappy, but I couldn’t pretend I didn’t have a regret or two with how our relationship started out, especially after I’d put her in the hospital.

What I’d done with Lauren wasn’t what Mistress would do, but then again, here She was, doing the very same thing. So I couldn’t help but think that I’d interpreted Her divine will correctly, that She needed me to teach Her something of Her own innate capabilities, something that we could both use. Something that I’d probably end up using again. If nothing else, it had been so easy to convince Lauren to be mine with the assurance that she’d have days off. In some ways, that made her even more mine, because I’d savor those days. I’d have my girlfriend, and enthrall her too, and that’s what would make me happiest. Mistress believed that living for one’s own happiness was what Lilith desired for our kind, after all.

And then, as Mistress pulled Herself away, Her beautiful crimson eyes full of satisfaction as Celia fell into the haze of enthrallment, I could only think back to the morning I’d met Her, something I’d thought during my final moments of free will. I’d written it off as a silly thought for the last seven months, something that Mistress had obviously manipulated my silly, weak human mind into believing, but now that I was a vampire like Her, I could maybe look back at it a little more objectively.

I had told myself, back then, that if I let Mistress get close to me, that if I let Her be intimate with me, that maybe, just maybe, I could fix her.

And shit, I had, hadn’t I? I mean, She was never quite broken, but She’d certainly been hurt by Her captors, and She was stricken with self-doubt ever since Emily. Even as She remained in good spirits most of the time, She had clearly needed help, someone to help Her figure out who She really was. Lauren liked to say that transitioning was a process of self-discovery. That’s why she had gone through three different names before settling on Lauren back in college, and redefined her dress sense a couple of times since.

Maybe Mistress had needed the inspiration to do the same thing… maybe that’s why She’d enthralled me. Maybe that’s why She had turned me. It was my divinely-ordained destiny to help Her become Her best self, to find a satisfying way to coexist with humans like Celia and Jade and Emily and Caroline, humans who wouldn’t throw Her to the werewolves at the first opportunity. And in Her lowest of whispers, I heard Mistress muttering about “girls like us” as She wiped the blood off of Her lips, as Hannah carefully wrapped Celia up in Mistress’ comforter. She really got it, I thought. I had helped Her get it. Given that list, I’m not sure I personally counted as a “girl like Her”, but I’d always do my best to support Her and all of the people I loved.

My first instinct was to squeeze and hug Her with a good amount of my might, and I still didn’t have all my instincts in check, so that’s exactly what I did.

“Oh My,” She said teasingly, giggling a bit. “Someone’s excited. You enjoyed their taste, I hope? I certainly did.”

“So much, my Goddess,” I said. “But I just… I just want You to know, Mistress. I don’t know if I’ve ever said it in so many words.”

“What is it, My fledgling?” She asked, beckoning for Hannah. The adorable thrall practically tackled Mistress, only Her unnatural strength preventing Her from being knocked onto Her back and me with Her.

“It’s just, Mistress… I really think You should know… You should know that we’ll always be here for You. All of us. It’s not just a matter of belonging to You. I just… I just don’t want my loved ones to have to be scared all the time. That’s a big part of it for You, isn’t it? The reason You won’t trust anyone who’s not Yours… it’s the fear, isn’t it?”

“You sound uncannily similar to Celia when we were arguing just an hour ago,” She said sadly.

“Seems like they kinda know a lot of what You’ve gone through, right?” I asked. “I-if that’s OK to say.”

“Them and Hannah as well. And so many others I’ve overlooked over these decades,” Mistress said. “It’s not my instinct to trust others whom I can’t control. And I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving the thrill of drinking a girl’s blood and making her mine. Dominance comes naturally to me, I think. After experiencing it for myself, I believe I might have enjoyed BDSM in the same way if I had remained human, had I lived in the right time and place.

“That’s an opportunity that you, all three of you had to pursue, to define yourselves personally, sexually as you came into maturity. I didn’t have that luxury.”

“I’d never want to do anything but submit, Mistress,” Hannah giggled. “To powerful women like You.”

“Of course, dear,” She said, scratching Her thrall on the chin, curling Her legs up so that She could be between Hannah and I. “And there’s still so much hardship in the world for… girls like us. I don’t know that there ever won’t be. I don’t think I’ll ever walk down a street and see a man and not think he might wish Me dead whether I was a vampire or not. I’m not inclined to that sort of trust.

“But with girls like you? I suppose it might be best for Me to reanalyze that possibility. At least to test My own limits.”

“I love You, Mistress,” Hannah said, and I concurred, and we both held Her tight, knowing that, at least until we let go, nothing in all the world would hurt Her.

And Celia wasn’t forgotten. The twin bite marks, one adorning each side of their neck, were pretty cute, and like Lauren kept telling me, I noticed the differences between them. How my fangs were just ever so slightly closer together than Mistress’, leaving slightly bigger individual marks. I didn’t think I would have noticed that sort of thing if she was my thrall all the time, her feeling inclined to point stuff like this out. Maybe Mistress would be able to have a similar thing with Celia, too. I probably wasn’t the only person in the world who could teach Her something new about Herself.

As Celia began to stir and open their eyes, I wondered just what secrets they’d have to impart on both of us. And I wondered if Mistress was right, if we’d ever survive to see a world in which we no longer needed to be afraid, centuries or more down the line.

But I did know one thing — She was my Mistress. And I’d always be there to stand up for Her, just as long as there was one more thing for Her to worry about.