Hannah

OK. Right. I hated to say something ridiculous and cliche like it, but that had just happened.

For the last three days, my Mistress had been a nervous wreck, and Valerie… well, Valerie had been dead. That’s how Mistress had been talking about her, even. She was constantly in tears, talking about how She had killed her, holding me in Her cold, pale arms as She panicked about the possibility that Valerie would never come back. And from what I read up on about turning when I was in the early stages of seeking enthrallment, I couldn’t even tell Mistress that She shouldn’t worry. She was right — there was a real possibility that none of us would ever see Valerie again.

So when I saw Valerie in the hallway, undead and well, it had been kind of a huge relief. But it would have been a much bigger relief if I hadn’t seen her alone, in the midst of hypnotizing my girlfriend so that she could drink their blood, with Mistress nowhere in sight.

Not that I thought blood-drinking was a bad thing, of course. I loved the sensation of being drained as much as anyone I knew! But the thing that Mistress was worried about most after Valerie not coming back to begin with was Valerie hurting someone without being there to stop her, leaving Valerie to traumatize herself, as She had described. Letting her end up like Nicole, that awful vampire hunter-turned-vampire who had put Valerie in this situation to begin with, Mistress liked to emphasize. As a fledgling, Valerie wouldn’t have any control over her bloodthirst, and she could kill Celia if no one stopped her. I had to do something to save them!

And all I could think to do was call Mistress! I was pretty surprised that She wasn’t already there beside Valerie, but it must’ve been some kind of awful coincidence. Mistress certainly wasn’t going anywhere — She had been terrified of leaving Valerie alone for even a few minutes since She had brought her body back here. I couldn’t go in and try to intervene myself. Valerie would be way too strong now, and it would probably just end up with Celia and I both hurt!

But Mistress thankfully showed up very quickly, tears welling up in Her beautiful, entrancing crimson eyes more than ever before, and a couple of minutes later, Celia was sent off to my suite, unbitten and safe from Valerie. And Mistress had given me Her implicit permission to tell Celia all about Her, something I’d never been able to do before without endangering Her. I had been looking forward to this moment for a while, but just like Mistress, I had hoped it would happen in more controlled circumstances. I didn’t want to lose them… we had so much in common and I was feeling closer to them by the day.

But they sure weren’t having a good time!

“Your girlfriend’s a vampire,” Celia said, their arms crossed across their chest, like they were guarding themself. They were sitting on the armchair in the hotel suite I lived in, barely looking at me, with their short curly purple hair let down. “But you already knew that, didn’t you? Or has she fucked with your head so that you don’t notice or something?”

“I know She’s a vampire, Celia,” I said with a sigh. “She values Her privacy a lot. I couldn’t violate Her trust, even for you.” And though it went unstated, I would never disobey an order from Her, either.

Celia’s face was in their hands. I hated seeing them like this, but I didn’t want to overstep boundaries and try to hug them now. It wasn’t the right time.

“You’re talking about her so reverently,” they said. “She enthralled you, didn’t she?”

My face felt hot as I began blushing like crazy. Getting the chance to tell my other girlfriend how owned I was had been on my mind for so long. It was so hot to be able to let them know this, even if this really wasn’t the right time to be feeling this way. There was a part of me that liked how easily they could recognize the way I spoke about Mistress now. It was so relieving and cathartic to finally drop the pretense, almost two months into our relationship.

“Yeah. Naomi’s my Mistress,” I said, giggling with sapphic glee. I loved belonging to Her so much! “I’m so happy I can be—“

“Am I safe here?” Celia cut me off. Their pretty face was filled with terror, catching me off-guard. It was honestly kind of hard to remember that people were usually scared of vampires. “And are you, uh…” They took a breath, looking away from me. “Are you just gonna turn me over to her or something? Was that always the plan? I feel like I’ve been being fucking catfished or something, so Naomi can steal my kidneys.”

“Oh my gosh, no, no, no!” I said, pacing. “Not any of that! As in, yes, you’re safe, sweetheart! I think that Mistress sent us here—”

“Please just call her by her name,” Celia begged. They looked completely devastated. I never wanted my partners to have problems with each other! I really envied what Valerie, Lauren, and Mistress had together, all three of them in love.

“Uh, heh, sorry,” I nervously giggled. “It just feels so much more natural to refer to Her with the respect She deserves. But I mean, yeah, uh, heh, N-Naomi… I think She sent us here because Valerie can’t get in here without an invitation. The, uh, the blonde girl, uh, vampire who, you know…”

“Who was going to drink my blood,” Celia said, looking me dead in the eyes.

“Yeah, uh, I’m really sorry, Cece. Um, Mis— uh, Naomi, rather, She definitely didn’t want that to happen, I promise. I think it was probably just bad timing. Valerie… well, you picked a bit of a tricky night to come over here… like I said, days would probably be better…”

“I didn’t expect that that meant that I would be assaulted by a vampire if I came here at night, Hannah,” they said. “You said you were here, and I wanted to surprise you. And it was only 8 o’clock. First chance I had after work and shopping to get over here. And I told you I was on my way over, even!”

I felt so bad — I wanted Celia here whenever they wanted to be here, even late at night.

“Well, yeah, it’s just… s-sorry, it was really bad timing, hon…” I said, cowering a bit. “The thing about Valerie is that she just got turned into a vampire. Like, she had been, uh, well, not exactly dead, I think, but you know, unconscious for the last three days? And I’m pretty sure you were the first person she saw. I don’t think she could help herself, like, physically.”

My girlfriend sighed in the way they did when they were trying to calm themself down. I hated seeing them so upset like this.

“So, uh, people just get turned into vampires around here, huh?” they said. “Is that gonna happen to you too?”

I raised my hands up in defense and shook my head. “No, no! I mean, I don’t think so. That’s not what, uh, what Naomi does. Valerie’s the first person She ever turned, and She’s been a vampire for over 200 years. It was an emergency situation… She saved Valerie’s life because She cares about her, and all of us. And She definitely didn’t mean for Valerie to attack you! I think it was just, kind of, a huge accident. She wanted to be with Valerie when she woke up, but She was downstairs for whatever reason…”

“Right, OK…” Celia said. “I need to reiterate that this is all really fucked up, but I’ll believe you on that. I mean, I want to trust you, Hannah. But I mean, vampires aren’t really known for biting people with their consent. How did you, uh, get involved with this? You told me that you met Naomi in the lobby of this hotel by coincidence while you were staying here… is that really true?”

I must’ve been blushing like crazy and having a stupid smile on my face, because as Celia was tearing up, they almost looked like they were about to start laughing.

“Uh, heh, no, not exactly,” I said. “I did meet Her in the lobby, but, um, it wasn’t by coincidence. I found out about Naomi on this vampire hunter Clamor server. It’s kind of a funny story, I guess, because Valerie, she was the one who found out about Naomi in the first place. She used to be an amateur vampire hunter. And, uh, I came here and asked Naomi if, uh…”

I was blushing so hard. It was such an intimate, deeply-buried feeling to try and explain to anyone but Mistress or Her other thralls. I felt like even Celia was unlikely to really get it, much as I trusted them.

“What were you asking her?” they said, leaning toward me with worry.

“Well, uh, I asked if I could be Her thrall.” I was tearing up, tears of love and joy and of remembering the awful feeling I had had when I had left my parents’ house, not sure if I would ever return — not wanting to return, in the long term. And not being sure that it was a good idea at all, if I had misunderstood the kind of girl that Mistress was, the possibility that she would drain me dry or wipe my personality clean in the back of my mind. I was so lucky, so blessed, to have gotten what I did in the end.

Celia’s eyebrows were more furrowed than I had ever seen them before, and they stood up, reaching their arms out for a hug in a way I hadn’t really expected. Why were they worried? I had been about to say that it had all turned out so well. But I guess I was crying, and I loved their comfort… I loved being able to be completely honest with them for the first time. I wanted them to be able to know all about me, all about my relationship with my Mistress.

“Oh, Jesus, Hannah, that’s… a lot,” they said. “What… like, what made you ask for something like that?”

Even through tears, I still had a dumb-looking grin on my face. It had been a hard thing, a risky thing to try, but finding my Mistress was still the best decision I ever made.

“Well, I wanted to get away from my parents’ any way I could. I felt like I was slowly dying, living there,” I said, squeezing Celia back as tight as I could. “I didn’t have any friends who were in a position to help. I didn’t know you back then. And, uh, besides… being enthralled, being taken and hypnotized and bitten and drained… it’s kind of what I always wanted. What I, uh, always needed.”

“You mean you have a kink for this kind of stuff,” Celia said, not letting go of me. Their touch was so soft and warm, and I felt so loved.

“Well, heh, yeah. More than just sexually. There’s so much catharsis in giving up control, in not having to make my own decisions. Naomi can make them for me.”

“I won’t say I don’t share some of those kinks, but, uh, when it’s this real… well,” Celia cleared their throat. “I don’t think there’s anything I value more than my independence.”

“I mean, I like being independent, too,” I said. “I pick out which clothes I wear every day, what to eat… Naomi’s poly and is supportive of whoever else I want to date. I even transed my own gender regardless of what my family said, you know!” I giggled and gave them a kiss on the lips, which they seemed to reluctantly accept. I was just glad that they weren’t actively panicking any more.

“But all of that could be overturned by Naomi, right? If I understand how enthrallment works? I mean, she could tell you to do something horrible, to hurt someone, and you would have to do it, right?” they said, moving over to sit on the couch, in a more relaxed position than they had had in the armchair. I sat down next to them.

“I guess so,” I said. “But She wouldn’t do that! I mean, most of what I’ve told you about Her is true. Naomi gave me a place to live here. She provides me everything I need to live my life, makes sure I have all the meds I need, She shows me so much affection… it’s everything I ever could’ve wanted.”

Celia’s arm was wrapped behind my back. I could still tell that they were more than a little tensed up.

“I’ll try and take your word for it, honey,” they said with a small smile. “It’s hard for me to understand, and I’m gonna keep worrying about you, but I’ll trust you. Just as long as, you know. I mean, you never really gave me a straight answer on whether our whole relationship has just been a scheme to get Naomi’s fangs in me.”

“No, no, of course not!” I said. “I care for you because I care for you, Cece. I’m dating you because I want to date you. And, uh, Naomi supports that. But I won’t say, uh…” I thought to myself for a moment about how to best phrase this. I was worried it would be a little off-putting to them. “I won’t say that Naomi hasn’t expressed interest in you. And, um, your blood. But that came second, after Her being happy I was dating someone else.”

“Uh, heh, right,” they said, pulling their arm away and holding themself with both hands. “Is that right? Is that good? She doesn’t even know me.”

“Well, She wanted to get to know you, actually,” I said. “Before She would do anything. I talked to Her about what you told me a week and a half ago about wanting to go to dinner with Her and I and Jade. She was up for it, just maybe without Jade, to keep things simple. That’s, uh, where She was gonna tell you about being a vampire.”

Celia relaxed a little bit and took my hand in theirs, holding it lightly.

“Oh… that’s good,” they said. “I’m happy she was gonna meet me first, before, like… trying to bite me, or something.”

“Well, uh,” I laughed nervously. “I don’t see how She’d bite you without meeting you first. It’s not like it can be done from afar. It’s, um, really intimate.” I shuddered a little bit, pressing my thighs together right where Mistress had drunk from me a couple of nights ago.

“That’s not really my point, hon,” Celia said, playing with their curly purple-dyed hair. They stimmed that way a lot and it was really adorable, but I could tell it was a little bit of a sign of stress in context. “I mean, I’d like her to know who I am as a person first, before she would even consider something like that. And I’d want her to ask me first, talk it out, set boundaries together…”

“Oh, uh, trust me,” I said. Their face lit up a little bit at the sound of that. “You wouldn’t, like, turn Her down. You wouldn’t want to!”

Suddenly, they looked really off put.

“Are you saying she would hypnotize me into wanting it?” they said. “That’s not what I’m talking about, Hannah. If I’m gonna be anything resembling intimate with your girlfriend, I need to willfully and enthusiastically consent to that first.”

“I mean… you will, Cece,” I said. “She’ll make sure of it.” What weren’t they getting? Things would be so much better with both of us kneeling at Mistress’ feet, just like Valerie and Lauren got to do together. This kind of thing was obviously the ideal endpoint for a relationship. I had fantasized about this kind of thing for years, and most of my fantasies had already been made real since Mistress made me Her thrall. I thought that this could be real, too. It would if Mistress got Her way, and Mistress always got Her way.

“Jesus, you understand that’s a really fucked up thing to say to your partner, right?” they said, recoiling away from me on the couch. “What the hell did Naomi do to you? Did you really enthusiastically consent to being enthralled to begin with?”

“I told you, I came here asking Her to be enthralled! Of course I consented!” I insisted. I knew they wouldn’t really understand the feelings that had led me to this, how much belonging to Her had meant to me then and now.

“So you figured out boundaries with her in advance and everything?” they asked, wrapping an arm around me again, more gingerly this time.

“I didn’t need to, sweetheart,” I said, nuzzling against my girlfriend’s arm lovingly. “I wanted to be Hers as soon as possible. Especially once I saw Her… She came down from Her suite to meet me personally, made sure I wasn’t a hunter… She was excited that I wanted to belong to Her. No one had ever asked Her for that proactively before. And She hypnotized me and brought me up to Her room and then She called me delicious and She fucked me and She complimented my body and was excited that I was trans like Her and it was the most wonderful thing I’d ever felt!”

Celia let out a pained breath, though they didn’t push me away. “I’m assuming that by fucking you… you meant she drank your blood?”

I squeezed them tighter. “Yeah! She sank those beautiful sharp fangs of Hers into my thighs and my tummy and my tits and my throat! The four T’s. I told Her later on, thinking back to it, that that’s what ‘T4T’ should stand for. A-as a joke! She drank so much of my blood and it hurt so much and felt amazing. But, um, don’t worry! She gave me a long break afterward, and let me build my blood back up. She makes sure I eat well! So that I’m healthy and happy and taste good to Her!”

“God, there’s so much to unpack here, Hannah,” they said. “I mean… it seems like Naomi cares for you to at least some extent, I guess, and that’s good! But as far as enthusiastic consent goes? I’m not seeing it. And I don’t mean you’re not enthusiastic now, hon. But I’m talking about before she, uh, took away your ability to resist her. And I’m so afraid right now that any way I describe this, you’re going to think it’s hot, and I have no idea what to do about that.”

“It’s… it’s good, Celia!” I said, kissing them on the cheek. “You genuinely have no idea how much this has improved my life. I wake up every day knowing I’m safe and loved and special to someone. Protected, even… especially now that I’ve seen the lengths that Naomi was willing to go for Valerie. I know that no one will ever hurt me without Her permission.”

“I, uh… I’m glad it’s made you feel good,” they said, holding my arm tight. “It just recontextualizes a lot of what I know about you, I guess. And beyond that… I’m worried that I’m gonna get caught up in this, whether I want to or not, just because we’re dating. I haven’t been given any reason to believe otherwise.”

“I mean, like I said, She wants to go to dinner with you and I first. I think that’s probably not off the table just because She met you in a tough situation. I-it would be really good for you two to get to know each other better, I think. I’d like it, to have both of my partners with me in one place.” I shuffled around a bit in Celia’s embrace, feeling myself blushing. There would be nothing that would make me happier than the two of them caring for one another.

“What, so she can force me to obey her?” Celia said. “It’s not like she’d have anything to eat at a restaurant. Uh, just to pre-empt it, please don’t say she’d have you. It’s really not the point right now.” They pet me on the head in reassurance, seeming pained. I wanted them to feel safe, too. I wanted them to know how safe I felt here every day and every night that I belonged to my Mistress.

“Well, it’s not so much that She’ll force you as it is that you’ll want to obey Her anyway,” I said, pressing myself against my girlfriend’s warm body. I imagined being cuddled by both them and my Mistress, one cold, one warm, me just right between the two of them. I needed it so badly.

They looked horrified. “That doesn’t really strike me as a different thing. God, Hannah, seeing you like this is so difficult to unpack. On the one hand, I feel like I’m seeing you happier and more in your element than I ever have, and I’m glad I’m getting to know about this, uh, aspect of your life, which seems really important to you. But then you say something like that, so casually accepting of this lady I don’t even know completely violating my autonomy as a person… you don’t even bat an eye. And it seems like you genuinely don’t get it, so I don’t want to, like, shame you for it. But there’s a part of me that wants to reach out to one of the vampire hunters on Clamor so that I can, you know, bring you back to your senses.”

I pulled myself away from Celia forcefully. That was not a statement I was willing to cuddle with them over. They needed to understand where I stood.

“Fuck no, Celia!” I shouted. “I’m telling you Naomi makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world and you want to have Her killed for it? It’s all people can even think about when the subject of vampires comes up, how we can kill them, how they hate sunlight and silver and we have to be afraid. I trust Naomi. I love Her. She’s everything to me. She’s my Goddess. She makes me such a happy girl, and all people want to do is kill Her for it!”

I groaned and pulled myself away, throwing myself into the armchair that Celia was sitting in before. It was always gonna be like this for Mistress, huh? People trying to kill Her left and right, ripping me away from the Goddess I loved and worshipped? I resented that so much. At least Valerie understood now. I just needed to stop Celia from getting on the phone to make sure that Valerie didn’t end up knowing too well what it was like to be treated as the scum of the earth, unworthy of undeath just for being who she was.

“I… uh, I don’t know how to handle this,” my girlfriend said, standing from the couch and approaching me gingerly. “I didn’t realize this was gonna be such a pain point, but it was dumb of me not to. I’m not gonna try and hurt anyone, alright? Just want to make sure you’re OK. And when you call your vampire girlfriend a ‘goddess’, it’s, uh… well, it seems like a red flag to me.”

“It’s—it’s just true, Celia!” I said through anguished breaths. “I’m Hers. It’s the right way to describe Her. And when you suggest that She should be killed, it reminds me of the thing just a week ago where She was kidnapped and kept in a cage and treated like a wild animal by a couple of vampire hunters. She was starving to death in there, and none of Her partners even knew where She was or what was being done to Her for five whole days. And if that wasn’t enough for you, Celia, those assholes are the reason why Valerie had to be turned. She led the effort to save Naomi, and one of those hunters tried to kill her for it, not even just Naomi. I don’t want anything like that to happen to Her or— o-or anyone ever again, if I can help it.”

“Oh god, I hadn’t realized,” they said. “That’s, uh, really horrible. Sounds like a terrible five days, for both you and her. I can’t imagine losing someone you care about like that.”

I sighed. “Yeah, and I mean, it’s not the first time. Like I said, Valerie used to be a hunter herself. She met Naomi trying to kill Her too, but got put in her place. And Naomi’s told me about a lot of other times hunters tried to hurt Her, which didn’t turn out very well for anyone, even if She made it out with Her undeath.”

“I’m, um, I’m glad your partner didn’t die,” Celia said, gingerly placing a hand on my shoulder. “I think I’ve never realized how much you’ve been through, even after you’ve lived here. And don’t get me wrong, it seems like a good place to live, more or less… I mean, all of this furniture is really nice. But, uh, when you say Valerie was put in her place… you mean she was enthralled, right?” They were almost cringing, clearly really uncomfortable with the concept. I didn’t want it to be such a scary thing for them. I loved being a thrall.

I frowned. “Is that a bad thing? I mean, my… Naomi needed to save Herself. And She wants there to be less people trying to kill Her. She didn’t even have to hurt anyone to do it. And Valerie was redeemed in the end! She has a better purpose in life now… or well, undeath, anyway. I’ll need to get used to saying that about her.”

“Well, uh, generally people consider being enthralled to be a bad thing, yeah,” Celia said, their voice very strained. “It sounds like Valerie’s been through a lot too, one way or another… I just, uh, it doesn’t change that what she was trying to do to me was pretty fucked up. And, given that enthrallment is something I’m not really comfortable with, I want to make sure you’re really going to be OK. Not to mention that I want to know I’m going to be OK, and not enthralled.”

It was hard to hear from them, honestly. Since we had started dating, I’d thought that eventually, Celia would be able to meet my Mistress and become Hers just like me. Who wouldn’t want this? Didn’t they understand how much better it had made my life? How much better it had made Valerie and Lauren’s lives? I could barely understand how Celia could even tolerate living this way, keeping their free will at the cost of real happiness. It felt self-destructive.

But on the other hand, I needed to respect their boundaries. Mistress would probably want to drink from them, and I’d never get in the way of that if She insisted on it. But until She laid down the law, I’d need to advocate for my other partner’s needs. They deserved it.

“I’ll do my best,” I said. “I’ll let Naomi know you don’t want to be Her thrall.”

The tension seemed to leave their body as they heard that, and they fell into my arms.

“That’s a huge relief, Hannah,” they said. “I love you. And I want to make this work, if you do. This vampire stuff is a little unnerving, but I want to try and understand it. And I’d love to have a real conversation with Naomi. And Valerie too, for that matter.”

I immediately imagined Mistress having a long conversation with Celia, flirting with them and dominating their will with Her irresistibly hypnotic voice, drinking their blood while I kissed them on the lips. It would be so cute and incredibly hot… but I promised that I’d advocate for them. I’d have to do my best.

“We’ll have to set that up soon,” I said, doing my best to keep from dissolving into a giggly, blushy mess. “Just, um, please keep in mind that Naomi cares for me a whole lot, and She’d care for you too. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone. Neither does Valerie.”

“I’ll try and keep that in mind,” Celia said, smiling awkwardly. “Would you be OK if I stayed over here with you tonight? It’s getting pretty late.”

My face lit up. “I’d love that, sweetheart!”

“Oh, you’re gonna be naked tonight?” Celia said, having gotten their own clothes off after a quick bathroom break. They were a lot shorter than me, about 5’6’’, and had a slim body and small tits. “That’s so exciting!”

I had usually worn pajamas when sleeping with them in the past, since I had bite marks to cover up and worry about them seeing. They were a pretty distinctive thing — maybe I could pass one off as a hickey, but maybe they’d recognize it and it’d turn out to be a complete mess. I erred on the side of caution for Mistress’ sake, and She returned the favor by avoiding my neck and stomach and sticking to my tits and thighs.

But now I was naked, and I had a super-sensitive bite mark on my thigh from a couple of days ago, and Celia was lying right down next to me, seeing my body on display.

“Yeah, I, uh, actually really like sleeping naked,” I explained. “I just was worried about you seeing this.” I spread my legs a little, showing off the mark. It was a little faded compared to when it was fresh, but the two prick marks were still visible with a little bit of redness surrounding them. It was pretty unmistakable for anything other than a vampire bite, especially if you knew what to look for.

“Oh, that’s, uh, where Naomi bit you, right? Oh, wow,” they said, leaning in to see it up close and personal.

I nodded meekly. “Uh, yeah. I’ve actually been really looking forward to telling you all about my Mis… my relationship with Naomi because once I did… I’d be a lot more comfortable being naked around you. And I wouldn’t have to be so, like, awkward, sexually. I know sometimes I’ve been kind of closed off…”

My girlfriend looked up and smiled at me. “That’s OK. I know these things can be hard, I mean, even if your girlfriend’s not a vampire.” They looked back at the mark on my thigh, giggling a little. “Is it OK if I touch it?”

My face went red in a way that I knew would make Mistress hungry if She was around.

“Sure. It’s really sensitive, though, be careful!” I said, resisting the urge to cover my face.

“I’ve heard, and I’ll keep it in mind,” they said, taking on a sultry voice that I had never heard out of them before. Oh my gosh, I loved being talked to like that, and I think that Celia was realizing that themself.

They reached out their fingers toward my legs, gently but firmly spreading them further in a way that made me feel wonderfully powerless. They leaned in really close again, grinning, their pretty shoulder-length curly purple hair tickling the skin on my thighs a little bit.

Then Celia felt the mark very carefully and I started squirming around, melting into a complete fucking mess instantaneously. Oh my gosh, yes, I loved being fucked and used by another woman! Another trans woman, especially. And… and, oh Goddess, I wasn’t even just being used by Celia! It was Mistress too, through the mark She had left on me. Fuck, I was so filled with love for both of them, and I couldn’t physically handle it!

“You like that, huh?” Celia asked with a devilish grin, the same kind that Mistress often had.

Panting, I nodded vigorously, moaning “a lot… a lot,” in between breaths

“Well, it’s a bite mark, huh?” they asked. “You like being bitten, I’m sure, if you went through the effort to seek it out.”

“Yeah… yeah, I like it a lot,” I said, my eyes wide.

“Then maybe you’ll like this, too.” They reached down, clutching my thick thigh with both hands, and wrapped their lips around the existing bite mark, licking it with their tongue and giving me another hickey on top. Oh my gosh, I was clutching the bed like I never had before, moaning in pain and sex and complete overwhelm. I wanted to be a good girl, and let Celia have their way with me. It felt so good, just like it did when Mistress did it, I loved the pain even, I was a complete slut for it. It was so perfect when Mistress was draining the blood out of my veins, and this gave me the same kind of feelings.

I often worried that people in adjacent rooms would notice and hear me when I started to moan loudly while Mistress was fucking me, but She always reassured me that hearing sounds like that from adjacent hotel rooms wasn’t actually all that uncommon, and people wouldn’t think much about it in practice. Besides, She liked to say, the walls were thick and well-insulated, so people wouldn’t be able to pick up any details. She had made sure of that before She moved in, valuing Her privacy so much, after all.

So there was nothing stopping me from moaning and screaming as loudly as I could while my girlfriend face-fucked the bite mark left by my other girlfriend!

“Yes! Yes, Celia! More, oh my gosh!” I screamed as they took my girlcock in their other hand, stroking it softly. It was already hard, thanks to all that was happening.

“It’s really good, huh?” they said with a little apprehension. “I’ve got to admit, I’ve been wondering how it would’ve felt if Valerie had gotten her fangs in me. It feels really good, doesn’t it? That’s what people say. And now after all this, you’ve got me really curious, honey!”

They pressed their fingers down against the bite mark hard, and I arched my back reflexively, letting out a long moan.

“Yeaaahhhhh!” I said, trying to catch my breath and speak coherently. It wasn’t at all easy like this, Celia’s touch making me relive the sensation of Mistress’ beautifully sharp fangs. “O-oh my gosh, it’s sooooo goooooood! If you think that… that I-I go crazy for this… you s-should see me when Naomi’s drinking m-my b-bloooood!”

Celia was clearly enjoying themself as they kept toying with me, grinning and blushing a little.

“I’ll be honest, Hannah… I was fucking terrified when I realized Valerie was a vampire, you know, and I felt so relieved when I got away… but oh my god she was so pretty. And she made me feel so relaxed and content… it was so freeing to look into her eyes, and just… and just…” They trailed off, giggling a little. I knew the feeling, when I thought hard about looking into Mistress’ deep crimson eyes and listening to Her beautiful voice. She was completely intoxicating.

“L-let… your thoughts… drift away…” I murmured, using the best words I could think of to complete my girlfriend’s sentence. I loved letting Mistress’ will become my own, and barely wanted to stay awake myself as Celia described their experience, preferring to slip into the comfort of trance. But I managed to hold myself awake for their sake.

“Yeah…” Celia whispered. “I wanted her to do whatever she wanted to do to me. She was feeling around my neck, breathing cold breaths onto my skin… I feel like I haven’t stopped feeling her firm grip on my shoulders, like ice to the touch, almost, felt through my jacket.” They shivered heavily, holding themself with their arms. “Brr. It was terrifying, but I somehow didn’t mind it at all. I was ready to let her drain me dry.”

“It’s so good…” I sighed.

“Yeah, I mean, I know what I was just saying about needing independence and all, but it also feels like letting her have her way with me would’ve just fixed me, you know? Knowing I’d never have to worry about anything again except what she told me to…” Celia closed their eyes, laughing to themself more earnestly than I had seen all evening. “Oh my god, I can see why you’d let Naomi do this to you, if I’m being honest. I… still think we need to unpack that a little more sometime, but fuck… I think it would be nice if a vampire had their way with me, too. At least in theory.”

“Yeah… yeah!” I said, smiling widely and grabbing Celia’s hand to kiss it. “It’s so fucking good to belong to my Mistress, Cece. She loves me and owns me and I’d do fucking anything for Her in a heartbeat, and… and… I don’t even know how I can express what it’s like to be Hers. It, uh, it did fix me.”

“Well, heh,” Celia said, taking their hand off my girlcock and withdrawing a little. “I don’t really want to forever-belong to your girlfriend though, you know? What if she could just hypnotize me and fuck me, and maybe I could be her thrall for, like, an hour, and then she’d let me go? I, uh, I don’t want to stop being myself. Not outside of controlled circumstances.”

“I mean, that’s not really how this works,” I said, frowning. No, no, I really wanted them to get it! I thought they were getting it, same as me!

“At least, I don’t think so,” I continued. “I’ve never heard of someone stopping being a thrall except for, you know, when their Mistress isn’t around any more… And besides, I really don’t think you’d want Naomi to let you go anyway, like I was saying. It feels so good to belong to Her, sweetheart.”

“No, Hannah, I really mean it,” they said. “It’s a hot idea, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t want to be your girlfriend’s thrall for good. Like you promised you’d help me with. I mean, I felt like I wanted that for a moment when Valerie looked me in the eyes earlier, but I’m really sure I don’t any more. You and I aren’t alike in that way. Maybe Naomi can’t do it only temporarily. So be it, but I’m out in that case, hon. I care too much about being myself to let anyone else define my desires for me.”

Oh no! It felt like this was falling apart suddenly after Celia had seemed so into it for a moment. I wanted more than anything else to share my full self with them, and that included them knowing fully in their heart how wonderful my Mistress was. But on the other hand, they were setting out a clear boundary here… I didn’t want to violate that, and I wouldn’t unless my Mistress insisted on it. I at least needed to do right by them and advocate for them and keep them safe, even if I didn’t really get it.

“I said I’d advocate for you and make sure Naomi knows you don’t want to be Her thrall,” I said. “Maybe I can let Her know what you’re talking about too? And we could… figure something out?”

Celia smiled, and laid their head on my tummy. “I’d love that. And we could set some ground rules. After I get to know her, of course. I’d need to have a baseline level of trust before I leave myself that vulnerable.”

“Right, makes sense,” I said, thinking to myself. “Goddess, I wonder what it would’ve been like if I had tried to set ground rules with Her the first time I came here? I think She probably would’ve just taken me anyway. That would’ve been so hot.” I giggled to myself, appreciating how much power She held over me.

Celia let out a long breath, their eyes wide with a nameless fear. “That’s a pretty bright red flag to me, Hannah. But that’s why I’m gonna be proactive and careful about this. I’d like to find a safe way to explore this together with you. It does seem like it could be really rewarding, if done right.”

“It would be so good!” I exclaimed. “It would be everything I ever wanted, Cece! And, like I said, Naomi is a really sweet person. I’m sure She’ll want you to feel safe however you need. I know She’d do pretty much anything for me.”

“Yeah… I’m glad she’s good to you, hon. Makes me feel a little bit better about this whole thing. I guess… one way or another, having a conversation with her will be a unique and interesting experience.” My girlfriend smiled at me.

I was so excited, hearing that. I was gonna get my girlfriends together and maybe we’d even all have sex together! If Mistress and Celia were OK with it, of course, but I had little to doubt from Mistress. And Celia… well, I’d have to see with them, but who wouldn’t like my Mistress when they got to know Her? Even that hunter, Caroline, had apparently turned around on Her in the end. Well, sort of, at least. Mistress was pretty confident she wasn’t gonna come after Her again and that was good enough for me to think that She could get along with almost anyone. She was so generous and forgiving. Celia would see it too when they met.

“I can’t wait for it, Cece,” I said. “Do you want to continue what you were going a moment ago? W-with the bite mark and stuff? I loved that.” I went all doe-eyed, excited by my girlfriend’s touch.

The expression they returned was full of warmth. “I’d love that, honeybunch.”

They reached back toward the bite mark again, digging the fingernails of their right hand into it this time. They grasped my girlcock with their other hand once more, stroking it softly as it began to become hard again, the feeling in my inner thighs completely overwhelming and indescribable. As Celia grinned at me, I imagined them pleasuring me as they were now while Mistress drank from my neck. I’d be completely broken by that in all the right ways. If enthrallment had fixed me, something like this would let my girlfriends assemble me into something altogether new, and I wanted that so badly.

I wanted Celia to understand, to feel what I felt. Maybe enthrallment really wasn’t right for them, but I was sure they had a place in my life. Maybe it was to dominate me alongside my Mistress, or to be put into servitude right alongside me if only for the night. Maybe both? People liked both, sometimes, even though I personally was OK with submitting all the time and I was pretty sure that Mistress always liked to be in control.

“God, it’s so cute how you get when I do this,” Celia said. “You look like you’re completely losing your mind. Naomi must have such a good time fucking with you.”

At that, my face went warm as I was filled with sapphic love and a little bit of embarrassment. They couldn’t just lay it out on the table like that!

And I was moaning like crazy, could barely speak. “S-She says so!”

And a bit of a devilish thought crossed my mind. I wasn’t sure if Mistress would approve of it, but I mean, I had to face it, She probably would.

“H-hey, sweetie… could you u-um, hand me my ph-phone? I have something… I-I’d like to try!” I squeaked out, barely managing to put the words together at all. Hopefully, if this worked, I wouldn’t be able to.

Celia pulled their fingers away from my bite mark and cooled down on my girlcock, grabbing my phone from the night table.

“Oh, uh, sure?” they said, handing it to me. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, um, I need to text M-Mis… Mistress… Naomi first, j-just to let Her know that you and I are OK. But I’m gonna ask for something else from Her too.” Celia had gotten me into such an incredibly subby mood that I couldn’t bear to stop myself from calling my Mistress by Her proper title.

They looked a bit leery. “You don’t mean you’re getting her to come in here? I don’t think I’m ready for that, hon.”

“Oh, no, no,” I said. “I just need to ask Her to send me something.”

Celia seemed a lot more secure as I started to type.

<Hannah Burke> Hi Mistress! just checkin in to let you know that celia and i are doing great! things are gonna stay stable for now, i think

Theyre still up for going to dinner together! theyre a little apprehensive but i think itll be ok💖

<Naomi Rennt> That’s wonderful news, my dear.

Valerie and I are doing well too.

She took her first drink of blood from Gail. Very adorable, both of them.

I look forward to the dinner.

<Hannah Burke> Me too! i also wanted to ask

Could you post my triggers?

I want to try having celia use them on me

If thats ok with You Mistress

<Naomi Rennt> That sounds very adorable, sweetie.

Sure.

Here they are.

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I couldn’t possibly read what my Mistress was sending me, of course, not consciously. I knew She wasn’t using these triggers, so they didn’t have the effect on me that they normally would, but I also knew that they were my triggers, so their actual meaning went right in and out of my head. It was so easy to forget for Her, and She had been so careful with how She had set this all up, so discerning in her framing. Still, I wondered if Celia would actually be able to make these work on me.

Well, there was only one way to find out. I copied all that text into my notes app and handed my phone to Celia.

“Try saying one of these to me,” I said, giggling. “Mean it, if you want it to have a really big effect.”

Celia chuckled to themself as they read it, wrapping their head around the meaning of these, and another big smile formed on their face.

“Oh, this sounds like a lot of fun,” they said. “I can definitely see why you like her so much.”

“Yeah?” I whispered, covering my face with a pillow. Sharing this with someone new made me feel so incredibly vulnerable!

And without warning, they looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Hannah, ▒▓▒░▓▓▒░░▒▓▓░░▒▒▓▒░░.”

It sure worked, alright. I was completely overcome with the urge to shove my face into Celia’s tits, extremely pretty and soft and right in front of me. Oh! They had used that one! And Celia, Celia was the one using this trigger, in a position of dominance at the moment, my body completely available to them. I wanted them to do this, I wanted it to work with them, and, most importantly, I knew that Mistress wanted it to work with them, so it did.

“I am where I belong, Mistress,” I said as my face hit their tits. I was feeling nearly as blank and content as I did when Mistress did it to me. Rather, Mistress Naomi — Celia was my Mistress too, clearly. Otherwise They wouldn’t have been using this trigger.

“Oh, wow, I’m your Mistress now, huh?” Mistress Celia said, steadying Themself, then beginning to pat me on the head.

“Yes, Mistress!” I said, eager to please Them. But, uh, what if this wasn’t what They wanted to be called, if it was too femme or something? It was just what I was used to saying to Mistress Naomi.

“I think I like you calling Me that a lot, honey,” They said. “Very good girl.” Oh gosh, what a relief!

I mewled and moaned as Mistress Celia squished Their tits inward around my face, then grabbed me by the chin and pulled my face upward to look directly at them. They didn’t have Mistress Naomi’s superhuman strength or Her hypnotic gaze, but I felt just as owned by Them in the moment.

“Kiss Me,” Mistress Celia ordered, and I did, feeling Their mouth with my tongue long and deeply. They wrapped Their arms around me, holding me close as They returned the favor with Their own tongue, and They explored my body, scratching my back and grabbing at my ass a little bit.

“Wow, such an obedient good girl,” They said, grinning and laughing to Themself. Their purple lipstick had gotten smeared all over my lips and chin and cheeks and I loved it. “Maybe you should ▒░▒░▓▒▓░▒░▓▒░░▒░░▓▒!”

Oh! Oh! That one got me feeling so nice and hazy too.

“I am Mistress’ loyal thrall. My body and mind are Theirs to use as They please,” I said, effortlessly substituting Mistress Celia’s pronouns in place of Mistress Naomi’s. They deserved it.

“Wow wow wow,” my beautiful non-binary Mistress said, grabbing my head to nuzzle against. “I had no idea you could be quite this cute, Hannah. Uh, heh, please don’t take that the wrong way. It’s just very adorable.”

“O-of course! Thank You, Mistress!” I said, giggling nervously. My Mistress never had any need to justify Themself, as far as I was concerned.

“It’s so fun how deep you get into subspace, oh my gosh,” They said. “Fuck, I need to see more of that. Uhh,” They spent a moment looking back at my phone. “▓░▒░▒▓▒░░▒░▒▒▓▓▒░░▒▓░▒▓.”

Processing the trigger, I slid down off of the bed into a kneeling position on the floor, hands resting palms-down on my knees, looking up at Mistress Celia with a wide, empty smile on my face.

“Wow, so quickly, too!” They said, sliding over to sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at me with their big brown eyes. I felt like I was being drawn in by them irresistibly even without any vampiric charisma on Mistress Celia’s side. “OK, now ▒░▒░▓▒▓░▒░▓▒░░▒░░▓▒ for Me again.”

“I am Mistress’ loyal thrall. My body and mind are Theirs to use as They please,” I said, almost without realizing I had. It all felt so real in the moment, so true.

“God, if I could effortlessly impose this kind of thing on people, I don’t even know what I’d do. It sounds dangerous,” They said, shuddering a little bit. “Are you having a good time too, Hannah? Be honest with Me, OK? It’s alright if the answer’s no.”

I tried to steady myself, be as clear-headed as possible while obeying this command, and I think I managed to at least kind of succeed.

“Oh my gosh, yes, yes! You’re doing such an amazing job, sweetheart! It’s the best fucking thing in the world!” I pounded my fists on the carpet below me to let out all the tension built up, barely cognizant of the fact that there might’ve been people trying to sleep in the hotel room below mine. I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“I’m so fucking glad to hear that, honey,” Mistress Celia said, standing from the bed and patting me on the head again, running Their fingernails across my scalp. It felt so relaxing and wonderful. “Here, ▓░▒░▒▓▒░░▒░▒▒▓▓▒░░▒▓░▒▓ and come up onto the bed this time.”

I scrambled to kneel atop the bed this time, feeling so relaxed, so open, so safe in my Mistress’ power.

“Good girl. Now ▒░▒░▓▒▓░▒░▓▒░░▒░░▓▒ and keep saying it,” They said, lying back down next to me, Their right hand on Their girlcock. They put Their left hand on mine, returning to stroking as I proceeded to obey my programming.

“I am Mistress’ loyal thrall. My body and mind are Theirs to use as They please,” I repeated, so sure it was true, knowing my true place in the world at both of my Mistresses’ feet.

“Good girl!” Mistress Celia said, Their girlcock starting to get hard. My own was leaking precum at this point.

“I am Mistress’ loyal thrall. My body and mind are Theirs to use as They please,” I said. I was a thrall to two Mistresses. I really was the luckiest girl in the world.

“Good… fuck, good girl!” Mistress Celia moaned. I knew They had a lot of trouble getting hard sometimes, since They had started HRT. I felt so honored to be able to do this for Them.

“I am Mistress’ loyal thrall. My body and mind are Theirs to use as They please,” I said, losing touch with my surroundings. There was nothing but my Mistress to whom my body and mind belonged.

“Good… ahh…. good girl!” Mistress Celia said, girlcum spilling out all over their crotch. I barely even noticed my own orgasm that coincided with Theirs, too caught up in the haze of obedience. To obey my Mistress was much more important, much more cathartic than merely being jerked off.

“I am Mistress’ loyal thrall. My body and mind are Theirs to use as They please,” I continued to say. I hadn’t been ordered to stop, so I continued to repeat it like the good girl I was being told I was.

“Oh, heh, that’s enough, Hannah, that’s enough, sweetie,” Mistress Celia said, leaning over to kiss my right nipple, startling me with a shock of pleasure. “You’ve done a very good job, and you can stop now.”

“Y-y-yes, M-Mistress…” I moaned out in a totally even tone, not having left subspace even a little bit. Right then, I felt like nothing more than a vessel for my Mistresses’ will, the most wonderful thing it was to be.

“You’re so cute, Hannah!” They said, cupping my cheek with a slightly cum-stained hand.

All I could do was drone out a “thank You, Mistress”. I was in no state for proper sentences. I was just a loyal thrall. That was all that mattered.

Mistress Celia looked confused, then seemed to remember. “Oh, uh, right! I’m supposed to say, uh… ▒▓▒▒▓▒░░░▒▓▓▓▒▓░▒░▓░▒░, Hannah!”

I was suddenly shocked back to reality, awake and alert. Oh my gosh, that had been so wonderful!

“Fuuuck…” I moaned, smiling at my… my Mistress? My girlfriend, at least. I wasn’t really used to walking that back lately. “I’m so silly and weak-willed that you don’t even need to be a vampire to own me so completely.”

Mistr… well, Celia, anyway, giggled. “I guess I did, huh? But let’s take a step back now, OK? Need to make sure you’re OK for now, first and foremost.” They took my hand and stood up, walking me toward the shower area.

“Th-thanks, sweetie,” I said, getting ahold of myself. I was so in love.

“Of course. I’ve gotta take care of you. That’s what girlfriends are for.”

“Thank You, Mistress,” I said without thinking as we embraced for a moment, naked body against naked body.

We both laughed, but Celia’s laugh was tinged with uncertainty. I didn’t worry, though. Once they met my Mistress, everything would be just as it should be.