Naomi

I was trying to stay in good spirits for my thralls, but the last week and a half had been an unmitigated disaster.

First, I had been locked in a cage and starved half to death. But that was a fairly small trouble, given what had followed. I had been put in undeath-threatening situations multiple times before. It was nothing new. What I couldn’t tolerate was the way in which my captor had demeaned me. Caroline, forcing me to call her my Mistress just so that I might get a taste of blood. Treating me as an animal. Making me bow to her… it was not who I was.

Then they had moved on to threatening Valerie’s life in addition to my own. Or rather, Nicole had. Caroline had seen sense and done what was right, so I forgave her in the end and let bygones be bygones. But having my primacy over my own thrall challenged so directly, so viscerally, and then to watch her bleed out on the floor for my sake had triggered something deep inside of me and caused me to do things I never thought I would, to rely on instincts that I liked to pretend I didn’t have. My sense of self was further fractured, turning me toward a path that I had promised myself two centuries ago I would never go down.

But I did anyway.

I had pulled myself away from Valerie, finally confident after well over an hour of drinking that her blood vessels had run completely dry, or at least as confident as I could ever be in killing the woman I loved. It was just her and I on the floor of Nicole’s garage then, well, the two of us and the corpse of a dead vampire, I supposed. I had been trying to ignore her as much as I could bring myself to.

Valerie had chosen a perfect time to come to my rescue, if the hunters had not anticipated her arrival. As time had passed, it had become dark outside, and the sun was long gone, giving way to a starry night in this relatively isolated neighborhood. I would have little problem making a getaway.

And so I did: I fished Valerie’s car keys out of her pockets, carried her to her car under veil of darkness, and lay her in the back seat. But I was holding back panic all that time, for her sake. Once we were settled together in the car, I could do nothing but scream the loudest scream I had screamed since I watched my sister be murdered for nothing.

I saw a porch light flicker on outside a nearby house. My voice hadn’t escaped notice, and it could hardly be surprising. Beyond what I was feeling about Valerie, I had been holding back the urge to scream for the last five days for fear of reprisal from my captors. I needed to let those feelings out somehow.

Thankfully, the porch light flickered off a few moments later, but it hardly made me feel any better. Sobbing uncontrollably, I took Valerie’s cell phone out of the console and dialed up the front desk of the Seagate Hotel.

“H… hell… hello-o?” I sputtered out, not sure who would be answering. I had lost track of the nights that had passed, and my thralls’s shift schedule with them.

“Mistress?” Sandra said, her voice lighting up. It was such a welcome sound to hear.

“Y-y-yes…” I cried, looking back at Valerie’s body, laying there peacefully, pale as it could be, fully drained of blood. “It’s… it’s… N-Na…o…mi… your M-Mistress…” I collapsed into tears, falling onto the steering wheel in front of me while resisting the urge to touch Valerie’s body at all. She needed to be kept undisturbed, well-preserved. Any touch or intervention made it slightly more likely that she would not make it through this, and I… I didn’t want to think about what I would do if that happened.

“Oh my Goddess… oh Goddess You’re OK!” Sandra said. “You are OK, aren’t You, Mistress? Please tell me You’re OK…”

“Valer… Valerie… she…” I could barely get the words out, speaking through tears. “She was, was critically in-injured. Defending m-me.”

“Oh, Mistress…” Sandra replied. “Is she… is she gonna be OK? Are You?”

I took a long time to respond, looking at Valerie in the back seat and trying to compose myself. She had to be OK. It was the only future I could conceive of. But I couldn’t escape the fact that turning humans was not a reliable process, even for those of my kind who had done so many times before.

“Valerie isn’t OK. She is dead. But she won’t remain that way, hopefully. I’ve…” I steadied myself before admitting the horrible thing I’d been forced to do. “I’ve attempted to turn her. Time will tell if I was successful.”

“Oh… oh, Goddess, that’s a lot,” my thrall said.

“Yes,” I said flatly. “For now I must focus on returning both of us to safety. It’ll be a bit of a drive back to Newburyport, but I myself am in fine condition… a bit of lingering pain from various silver injuries… a small sunlight burn on my leg from a couple of hours ago. I cannot say I’m doing well, but I’ll be able to make it home.”

“I-if You say so, Mistress. I’m very sorry, this is just a lot to take in. Should I let everyone know that You survived and that Valerie is… going to be turned?” Sandra asked.

“Yes… yes, sweetie,” I commanded. “Do that.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said. Hearing my thralls’ obedience again gave me some small degree of solace. “And You have a way to get Yourself home, Mistress? You don’t need one of Your loyal thralls to pick You up, by chance?” The eagerness to serve me was palpable in her voice, but I needed space to recalibrate myself after all that had happened.

“No, sweetie… I have Valerie’s car. Your obedience and loyalty are valued as always, but I will prefer to be alone tonight. I have a great deal to think about.” I usually had my thralls drive me wherever I needed to go, but I had gained the skill myself around the time cars became a dominant form of transportation in this wretched country back in the 1920s, about a century ago. I still found a stick shift to be quite preferable and more natural in my hands, and power steering had never felt necessary given my strength, but in this case, Valerie’s automatic would have to do.

“Yes, Mistress, I understand. Please stay safe. And I hope the best for Valerie too, OK?” Sandra said.

“Thank you, dear. I hope the best for both of us as well,” I said. “I—I love you all very much. Please, p-please never f-forget that.” I was tearing up again, wanting to believe that things could ever be the same again.

“We love You too, Mistress,” Sandra said. “I’ll see You soon. Good night.”

“Good… good night, S-Sandra. M-mwah.”

I hung up the phone after blowing her a kiss, but I sat in silence for another fifteen minutes before starting up the engine. There was so much to consider going forward. Every decision I made had to put Valerie’s needs first, now.

Of course, Valerie had survived her ordeal in the end, and joined me in undeath. I had received the news when Hannah had called me in a panic, telling me that Valerie was out and about in the hallway.

It didn’t at all bring me the sense of comfort I had hoped for. I wasn’t there for her.

I wasn’t there for her.

It made me want to stab myself in the heart. If she was going to have to be turned, then I would be there with her every step of the way, I’d told myself. And instead, I was lost in my own thoughts, having Gail cradle me in her arms and tell me everything was going to be OK. I was caught kicking and screaming, acting like a child, at the time when Valerie needed me most.

And as a result of my own immaturity, Celia was put in danger, their first impression of both Valerie and I likely ruined. No longer could I introduce myself to them for the first time during a lovely dinner, and on top of that I had strained things between them and Hannah, though that seemed to be at least partially resolved.

My attention was on Valerie now at all hours of the night, but it never felt like enough. She was frightened of what she’d become, and every time I was reminded of that, through words or body language, I felt shame for what I had allowed to happen. I enjoyed watching her drink from Gail and Hannah and helping her along the way, delighted as she became more comfortable with herself, but it never left my mind that I had already failed her twice over. Would it happen again? If I could fail Valerie like this, what was stopping me from failing my other thralls? My record of humans turned into vampires was no longer clean. It could happen again.

There were some things that even the comfort of my thralls couldn’t fix.

No matter how much I tried to hold it in and tell myself and my thralls and my fledgling who I’d give everything for that things were OK, I couldn’t stop myself from hiding under my sheets and weeping when Valerie and I woke up the evening after drinking from Hannah together.

“Mistress, what’s wrong?” Valerie asked, wrapping an arm around me. She had been still, seeming asleep, and though I knew well that it was how our kind rested, I couldn’t help but worry that she was merely a corpse when I saw her like that.

“I’ve done wrong by you, my fledgling,” I whimpered, crawling out of the sheets to face her. “Beyond any personal hangups I’ve harbored, I always knew that I would be a terrible begetter. I think I’ve been a good Mistress to my thralls, or at least, I have thought so… but I can’t seem to stop letting you down, dear.”

“No no, Mistress… You’ve treated me with such kindness…” Valerie murmured, fighting off sleep to comfort me. “I’m lucky to even exist by Your fangs. You’re a Goddess to me, Mistress… You can do no wrong… I—I—” She grabbed onto me with great strength, doing her best to provide comfort, but it wasn’t what I needed.

“Darling… let yourself rest,” I said, giving her a light push away. “I’m sorry. I enjoy your cuddling, but… I need you to understand that I mean what I say. I could have been there for you, dear… I could have stopped Nicole somehow, someway, before she forced me to turn you to begin with. It is her fault in some sense, but I… I got complacent. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be caught to begin with. I shouldn’t have let them shoot me. I shouldn’t have gone out onto the beach on my own. It was an act of arrogance. I thought I was untouchable after I took you, took Lauren, and even Emily didn’t retaliate. I… I’m such a fool.

“I need someone to put me in my place,” I concluded. I felt like I had had that feeling lingering ever since I escaped, since I began to fail Valerie. I didn’t know what to make of it.

“But, Mistress, You’re, You’re perfect. I would never want to question Your decision-making,” she said. I could hear strain in her voice, though, some part of her that believed me, understood me, and wanted to deny it for my sake, maybe even for her own sake.

“You aren’t questioning me, my fledgling. I’m questioning myself,” I clarified. “And I’m telling you that I need someone to put me in my place.”

Valerie touched my hair apprehensively, running her fingers through it, doing her best to hold back deathless strength.

“Uh… what does that mean, Mistress?” she asked.

“I… I don’t know, exactly,” I said. “But I’m finding myself desiring it right now as viscerally as I desire pretty girl blood on a normal night.”

“Do You want me to do something, Mistress?” Valerie said. “I want to comfort You. I need to please You, serve You.” She kept her distance, but put one hand on my back and rubbed it lightly, which was indeed comforting.

I realized that I knew what I wanted, but I felt lost for words anyway. What I wanted was unthinkable, after all, practically just as unthinkable as turning a human or carelessly endangering my thrall’s girlfriend. But I was quite sure I wanted it nonetheless. I was just too self-conscious to speak up about it.

“Well, Valerie, dear…” I felt quite flustered in a way I rarely did, and I struggled to get the words out, let alone to say outright what I wanted. “When I was being kept prisoner by Nicole and Caroline, Caroline engaged in certain… practices with me.”

“Oh Goddess… did she torture You with silver implements or something like that? I can’t imagine, Mistress, what an ordeal You’ve been through. That’s so fucked up.”

I cleared my throat. “Er… well, they were light on that, more or less. No torment for the sake of torment, not exactly. It’s moreso… well, they didn’t know how long it was going to take for you to find me, I suppose, so they needed to keep me undead. They couldn’t just starve me outright or I may have been unresponsive by the time you arrived.”

“Goddess, I can’t even imagine not having blood for a single day,” Valerie said. “Or night, I guess. I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Mistress. I—I—Goddess, I’m hungry…”

I rolled myself over to look Valerie in the eyes, giving her the sweetest smile I could manage. It felt a little strange to do so without entrancing her, but there was a certain comfort I could take in that, especially now.

“Oh, Lilith…” I giggled. “This is why I can’t let you see Lauren yet.” I reached a finger toward her lips, pulling away a strand of drool that had formed as she dreamed of the taste of blood. I saw so much of my old self in her, from around the time I was turned. Before gaining a bit of discipline, it really had been difficult to think of anything other than my next meal. Even now, it could be difficult to pull my mind away from those thoughts without proactive mindfulness.

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, a little sadly. It brought me so much solace to know that she would be forever loyal, and I had little to worry about between her and Lauren. If I commanded Valerie to keep her distance for now, she would.

But I was digressing from my previous desires. And though tears were no longer flowing from my eyes and I was in slightly better spirits, I felt a real push to pursue that line of thinking further. As wrong as it felt on an instinctual level, there was something valuable there, something foundational and worth exploring.

“I am sorry, my fledgling. I only meant to tease, but I understand that it may not be so easy to hear from me now,” I said with a sigh. “It’s very entertaining to watch you go about your new existence, you see. But it’s also a way of distracting myself from what I really ought to be speaking about.”

“You’re so kind to me, Mistress,” Valerie said, snuggling her head between my tits, right where she belonged. “What were You saying about Caroline?”

I giggled nervously, once again afraid to say it outright. What had happened there was so fundamentally violating.

“Well, she made me kneel for her, and beg for blood…” I said in a low voice, almost a whisper, scared to admit it, scared to face what that said about me. “She made me call her my Mistress. And she wouldn’t give me any blood unless I demeaned myself for her. Obeyed her. Spoke to her with reverence. As though I were her thrall.

“When I did, Caroline cut herself to feed me a small amount of her own blood. And I… I loved it. I became attached. I started to think of her as my Mistress on some level, much as I tried to tell myself that it was merely an act, a way to free myself. I never stopped looking for a way out, of course, but, well, hm. A part of myself enjoy it.”

I became still, thinking over what I had just admitted. I hadn’t gone into detail about this with anyone. It probably hadn’t been healthy for me to be holding it all in. I always encouraged my thralls to vent about their own problems to me, so that I might be able to comfort them and help them let their stressors be known. I ought to have followed my own advice.

“You submitted to her…” Valerie murmured. She was in disbelief, it seemed, and understandably so. I was a powerful and dominant woman, and I never let anyone hold power over me, none since my begetter. It wasn’t who I was…

…but maybe it could be? Just as long as it was in a more controlled situation, of course, one where it would be understood, in the long term, that no one was my Mistress but myself. And it could never be a man asserting power over me, never again. But if the woman holding power over me was someone I trusted very much—Valerie, for example—then maybe I could try it. And the best part was that she could hold power over me if I allowed her to, her strength now greater than even my own, a rare sight to behold. The same strength that made putting her in a room with Lauren so dangerous could open up possibilities I may never have imagined otherwise.

“I did,” I said, trying to muster up some confidence. Maybe allowing myself to be submissive for a moment wouldn’t result in the final death of everything I was. It was a nice thought. “And I suppose… Well, I suppose that I would like to request that I could submit to you as well, my fledgling.”

Valerie looked quite taken aback at that, her eyes wide.

“You’d like me to dominate You, my Goddess?” she asked.

At that, I grabbed my favorite soft pillow that my head was resting on and covered my face with it, the reality of my request setting in. How could I possibly be seen in front of my girls like this, requesting such a thing? It was so wrong! I wanted to scream, not out of true horror so much as to release the tension in my body.

But I did give her a little nod to confirm. Though I was embarrassed, I didn’t want to be misunderstood.

“If You order me, I’ll obey, but why me, Mistress?” Valerie asked. “I’m— I’m your loyal fledgling! Is it really my place to—”

I uncovered my face and put a hand on her cheek, digging my fingernails in a little bit and narrowing my eyes at her.

“If I say it’s your place, it will be,” I said. But I realized that I was relying on instincts that were hardly appropriate in this moment, and pulled my hand back. “Darling, you’re a vampire like me. It’s the perfect opportunity to offer myself up, just temporarily, mind you. You will not fall for my charms, and your strength is greater than mine. You hold a unique ability to put me in my place, you see.”

“What is Your place, Mistress?” she asked reverently.

“Beneath you, my dear,” I said, kissing her on the lips. “If… if you are willing.”

“Physically?” Valerie said, moving to climb up on top of me. I pushed her away lightly, needing to say more before we got into anything serious.

“Perhaps physically, yes, though I meant it as more of a metaphor for dominance. But I’d like to hash out the details with you first, Valerie. Discuss the limits of what I’d have you do to me.” It excited me so much to imagine myself being acted upon by someone I trusted. I really, really needed this, the fact that I had brought it up with Valerie now making that need all the more present within myself.

“Oh, right,” Valerie said. “Yes, Mistress. What would You have me to do to You?” She pulled herself up into a kneeling position on the bed, smiling at me. It was so wonderful to have this woman as my loyal fledgling. Even when we were discussing the terms of my own submission, she couldn’t help but show deference.

“Hm,” I giggled. “Whatever you want, I suppose. I’d love to act as though I was your thrall… and for you in turn to act as though you were my Mistress. Or my Goddess, as I’ve seen you prefer.” I recalled her preferences for how she liked to be referred to by Gail and Hannah. It was always adorable to learn of her little quirks.

“So You want me to behave as though I weren’t your eternally loyal fledgling?” she clarified. That obviously made her a little uncomfortable to hear.

“Yes,” I said. “In order to please me in the long term, I would like you to do your best to discard those thought patterns. To think of me as your equal rather than your Mistress, or maybe even your lesser.”

“I’ll do my best, Mistress,” Valerie said. She looked determined as she ever did.

“But only for a short time, darling. Just for tonight, at absolute maximum, after which we will return to our usual relationship, with you in your rightful place at my feet.” I reached out to scratch her on the head, making her laugh and smile.

“Ahhh… of course, Mistress,” she murmured. “So You’ll still ultimately be in control, in the end.”

“Of course,” I said. “And I’d think I ought to have some way to back out at any time, don’t you? Some way I could tell you that I’m not enjoying what you’re doing, while still being able to struggle. A phrase I could say, perhaps, some sort of safety word.”

“Oh, You mean like a safeword?” my fledgling asked, looking at me like I was a complete fool in the way my thralls occasionally did when I struggled with sending text messages.

“A ‘safe word’?” I asked, cupping her cheek. “And what, pray tell, is that?”

“Well, when, er, humans do kinky stuff together, like BDSM stuff together, you know BDSM, Mistress—”

“Yes, I know what BDSM is, my darling,” I said. “It’s not unlike my own sexual proclivities. Very adorable indeed, but only playacting compared to the dominance our kind is capable of.”

“Goddess, it really is,” Valerie said. “Being so utterly in control of someone, there’s really nothing like it. But what You’re asking for, Mistress, is essentially a form of BDSM, if I’m understanding correctly.”

I thought for a moment, and said, “I suppose so.” For all of my history of being a powerful and dominant woman, I had never really considered engaging in these practices per se — though many of my thralls were far from being strangers to them.

Valerie smiled. “Yeah. When it’s You doing it, I feel like I can throw caution to the wind and abandon all my boundaries, but when, say, Lauren and I do kinky stuff together, it’s important that we respect each others’ limits, so we set a safeword. The thing You’re talking about, where, when it’s said, the other person understands that whatever you’re doing at the moment isn’t working for you, and they know it’s time to pull back and either stop the scene altogether or at least talk it over so that the participants can understand each other better.”

I nodded along, trying to take it all in. Needing to respect boundaries and understand emotional limitations sounded like such a fuss. Hypnosis and enthrallment made things so much more straightforward for me. But this sort of fallback would unfortunately be necessary when I was having my own fledgling dominate me.

“I’m glad to hear I’m not the first girl to think of this, then,” I said, smiling at her. “What do you recommend in that regard, given that you’re familiar with the practice?”

“Uh, Lauren and I always use a ‘traffic light’ system. Green means you like what’s happening, yellow means you need to stop for a moment and give some feedback, red means you need to stop immediately and cut off the dominance and submission altogether. Does that make sense, Mistress?”

“I believe it does,” I said. “And you’re confident in being able to… follow through, sweetie?”

Her eyes widened. “Of course! Anything for You especially, but consent is important when it comes to this stuff. It’s always important to respect your partner’s boundaries. Just, just as long as they’re not your Mistress, for whom your body, mind, and soul are available to at all times.”

I giggled. “Then I think this should work out nicely. Shall we get started?”

“Yes, Mistress. Uh, sure. You want me to stop… uh, being obedient towards You? If that’s really what You truly want, Mistress.” Valerie prostrated herself then, bowing her head onto the bed just in front of me. Such a lovely display. I’d look forward to seeing it again once we concluded this shift in perspectives.

“It is,” I said, worried about what this could mean for me as a person, and a bit frightened that I felt a desperate need to go ahead with it regardless. “Treat me as your lesser, please.”

Valerie sat up and closed her eyes for several seconds, a slightly strained expression on her face. She took a deep breath, her former human instinct to do so predominating, much as it did for me when I needed to focus myself.

Her blood-red eyes shot back open, staring into my own with a kind of malice I’d never observed since she had come after me with stake in hand on the day we met. But unlike then, there was a devilish smile upon her face as well.

“OK, I will. Since you asked so nicely, Naomi,” she said.

“N-Naomi?” I said, taken aback. I usually preferred for my thralls and my fledgling to refer to me by my proper title. But she was just carrying out my orders, wasn’t she? She was supposed to be my Mistress and/or Goddess now, whereas I was just her thrall, or so we would act. And besides, I did like my name quite a lot. It was wonderful to hear it said by someone who I knew cared for me, for all the same reasons that I liked to refer to Gail, Hannah, and Lauren by their names whenever I could.

“Well, you’re not my Mistress, are you? Not right now, at least,” Valerie said with a devilish smile. She grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me to the bed, lowering down afterward to plant a kiss on my lips, sticking her tongue down my throat and making out with me. Oh, Lilith… it was so intense, made me feel so helpless, but only in a way I desperately needed. I felt a kind of fear that was ultimately in my control, and for that reason, I didn’t want it to stop any time soon.

“Of-of course. I suppose I’m not,” I said, as Valerie pulled away, looking me in the eyes. At that moment, I sincerely wished I was vulnerable to her hypnotic gaze, that I could be made to give into her so helplessly, so completely. I needed to experience all that I could give to my own thralls for myself.

I struggled a bit, and was unable to move Valerie at all. That excited me quite greatly, so I squirmed around some more, daring her to continue holding me down, and she indeed did. I found myself breathless as I often was when I was excited or panicked, now stuck somewhere between the two in a way that felt just right.

“I want you right where you are, Naomi,” she said, kissing me on the forehead. “Stop resisting.” Lilith, I needed this force from her so badly, it was awakening something so desperately needed, something I had denied myself for so many decades for fear of it consuming me, of being a repeat of the worst moments of my life and undeath. But in Valerie’s hands, it didn’t have to be.

“Ah! Yes, I’ll stay!” I cried. “Whatever you want with me!”

But Valerie wasn’t satisfied with that, and looked down at me with a certain smugness.

“Yes, what?” she asked expectantly.

“Yes, Goddess!” I said, my girlcock hard as I reckoned with my own submission, proud of how low I had made myself by choice. Valerie was my Goddess now — after all, if I myself was viewed as a Goddess by my own thralls, and I was now acting as Valerie’s thrall, then She must’ve been a Goddess Herself, closer in status to Lilith than I. At least for now, it felt right to believe that.

“Oh wow, such a good girl,” my Goddess said, scratching me under the chin in just the way I liked to.

Oh, Lilith, I was a good girl? Really? Was this what it felt like to be one? I had certainly been praised for obedience by my begetter, but it was gendered all wrong, and came from someone I hated deep down. Here and now, I needed to hear this over and over and over again. And, if I were in my Goddess’ position, which I didn’t even want to imagine at the moment, I knew just how I’d want my thrall to respond.

“Thank You, Goddess!” I said. I leaned up to kiss Her, but she pulled away with a cruel, teasing expression on Her face. I was so accustomed to getting what I wanted, and to have that ripped away so completely was a very intense thing. Even when Caroline had called herself my Mistress, I could feel my words slowly working away at her resistance. There was no such effect at play here. Goddess Valerie was acting just as dominant as I had commanded Her to, and She would not be swayed by my words.

“I had no idea how pathetic you could look, Naomi,” She said. “Come on, let’s get you out of bed. Kneel on the floor for Me.”

My Goddess climbed off of me and stood, giving me a tiny bit of space to move, and I rolled off the bed as quickly as I could, eager to please. I knelt on the carpeted floor of my bedroom in the corner between my bed and dresser, looking up at my Goddess, standing so tall above me.

“Well, well, our height difference doesn’t mean so much like this, does it, honey?” She asked. My Goddess was pretty tall, especially for a cis girl, but I usually towered over Her at 6’3’’, and I liked standing tall over my thralls. I was quite short in this position, though, so it felt like it was right where I should be. And my girlcock was so, so hard for it. My mouth was watering too, that sensation indistinguishable from raw lust for my kind, and I had nothing, nobody to take those desires out against. Even if my Goddess sucked me off, it wouldn’t completely fulfill that need burning inside me. It was my kind’s own special, unique kind of edging, my first time experiencing it, and it was as frustrating as it was satisfying.

“It… it doesn’t, Goddess!” I said, feeling a little ridiculous. If I wanted to be taller than my Goddess, I could simply stand up. It was hard to bring myself to do so, but I really felt I ought to. I was giving into all this so easily after all — making it too easy for my Goddess, who we both knew deep down was really my thrall, who would crumple if I ever spoke my “safe word” aloud. I should have been showing some resistance, to remind Her that I still held power here.

So I began to stand, only to find my Goddess’ hand atop my head, pressing down quite firmly. Her crimson eyes seemed to glow with rage as She applied Her strength, causing my knees to buckle. But it was clear that my fledgling still didn’t know Her own strength, a process that would take time. Rather than being forced back down into a kneeling position, I was thrown to the ground, the soreness in my head left by Caroline’s silver bullet, which had seemed gone since last evening, now returned.

“I told you to kneel,” my Goddess said, though the fierce look in Her eyes quickly turned to fear and sadness as She pulled Her hand away suddenly, now hyper-aware of Her strength.

“Oh, oh, Mistress! Are you OK?” she cried. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

I looked up at Her with a small smile on my face, not at all displeased, and tried to remember the “safe words” we had agreed upon. Ah, right — traffic signals.

“That’s perfectly alright, dear. Green.”

Ah, yes, these “safe words” were something like hypnotic triggers, only granted their power by mutual agreement rather than overwhelming suggestion. I realized this as my Goddess straightened Herself out, careful to pull Her hand back, now more aware of Her strength, but clearly reassured about just what She had done. With my approval, it was alright for Her to harm me a little bit.

“Very good to hear, honey,” She said, squatting down next to me and brushing my cheek with Her pale hand ever so softly. “Wow, lying down, you look even more pathetic. Even with Me squatting, you’re so small compared to Me.”

I felt so flustered that I couldn’t help but giggle and cover my face. Even being handled roughly wouldn’t be a problem if I could resume autonomy and control in the end, I was realizing. In fact, I really, really wanted it.

“Don’t hide your face from Me, Naomi. Look Me in the eyes,” my Goddess commanded. I obliged her, and so wished again that doing so could’ve had the same effect on me as it would’ve on any human. I needed so badly to fall for a pretty girl’s voice and gaze, just once. I felt that it would tear down everything I was, but maybe that was OK, at least in moderation. Prior to recent events, I hadn’t changed in a very long time. That was perhaps not the healthiest…

“There you go,” She continued, picking up my neediness, I thought. “So adorable, just staring. When I was human, you would look me in the eyes and put Me under your spell. But I don’t even need to rely on that power to control you, do I? So how does it feel to be on the receiving end?”

Even without my kind’s seductive power working its magic, I felt completely entranced, letting myself relax and listen to Her. It was more of a psychological phenomenon, perhaps, but I did so desperately want this to happen to me, after all. It was what had come to be known as the placebo effect, I believed, or something similar.

“So wonderful, Goddess,” I whispered out, still staring into Her eyes. I didn’t even blink, preferring Her beautiful gaze to remain fixed on mine.

“Good girl,” She said. “Hmm… I wonder what would happen if I put My fangs in your neck?” She was clearly looking for feedback as She said this, though remaining in Her dominant posture, speaking “in character”. BDSM really did come down to playacting, didn’t it? Every part of this, my almost-trance and all. I was understanding its appeal better with every passing moment.

“That’s… er, not typical,” I murmured. “I’m not appetizing to You, I presume, my Goddess, and the ichor in my veins wouldn’t provide any nourishment. But I do not believe it would be, mm, unsafe…” I was sure not to take my eyes off of Hers still, remaining firmly under Her power, or so I liked to think.

“I don’t need it to be nourishing,” my Goddess said. “I want to feel My fangs inside you. Give you a taste of what it’s like. And besides, you know that when I drink from you, you’ll become My thrall.”

“Yes, Goddess,” was all I could say. Staring into Her eyes, I couldn’t bother to think about the implications, or how silly it was to imagine that one vampire could enthrall another. I just wanted to please my Goddess.

“Then hold still for Me,” She said. She pinned me to the floor with Her right hand on my chest, wrapping Her left around the back of my neck, supporting my head slightly off of the ground. She wasn’t looking me in the eyes any more, but prolonged eye contact wasn’t necessary, after all, as long as it had been made to begin with. I was already completely under Her spell.

My Goddess leaned down toward my neck, Her soft, pleasantly cool breaths, slightly tinged with the sweet smell of Hannah’s blood, blowing my hair onto my skin and tickling slightly. Then… then I felt Her fangs brushing against my skin, their sharp tips just barely not piercing in. Ah, Lilith, it was amazing to be on the receiving end of this once, so, so sweet and intimate. So much so that even though I was supposed to be in trance, I couldn’t help but whisper something out, so quietly that even my Goddess’ sharp senses would barely be able to make it out.

“P-please bite me, Goddess… put Your fangs in me and drink as much as You like…”

I whimpered and moaned as She continued to slide Her fangs across my neck. I couldn’t stop myself from shivering with anticipation, wrapping my arms tight around Her, my erect girlcock pressing against the cold flesh of Her thighs.

“Of course, Naomi,” She said, so, so sweetly and seductively, reaching away for a moment before She went back down on my neck fangs-first. I felt a piercing pain as they sunk into my flesh, dampened by my kind’s high pain tolerance. And concurrent with it was a wave of pleasure radiating out from the point where my Goddess had Her fangs in me, making me arch my back and squirm a bit. It felt nearly as sublime as drinking blood myself, but on top of the physical pleasure I experienced, there was pleasure to take in the fact that this was being done to me, that I could finally be on the receiving end of this from someone I trusted, just this once.

And just as I was beginning to cry out in pleasure, my Goddess pulled away, hacking and coughing, thick, dark vampiric ichor dripping from Her lips. It was over all too quickly… if I had blood, She wouldn’t have even taken a teaspoon. I didn’t need to guess why, though. This seemed like a difficult situation to handle… though She was my Goddess right now, I was still Her begetter, and She was my responsibility, outside the context of this so-called “scene”. I didn’t need to hear a “safe word” to ascertain that She was truly suffering at the moment.

And after no more than a split second, the wound on my neck had closed with no need for my Goddess’ spit. My kind wouldn’t retain bite marks in the same way as humans would either, unless somehow pierced by silver fangs.

“Are you alright, Goddess… dear?” I said, unsure how much I should remain “in character”. I still didn’t understand all of the rules and principles of BDSM.

“I’m… plagh! …fine!” She said, spitting out a few drops of ichor onto the floor next to Her. I preferred my carpet not to be soiled, but it could be cleaned later. This was an involuntary reflex of Hers, and not a surprising one. Even though it felt wonderful in the moment, it was perhaps the wrong idea to recommend that She do this to begin with. A complicated thing, I supposed.

“But… uh, yellow…” She clarified, still panting. Ah — the one that meant that we needed to stop and talk for just a brief moment. So I needed to stop thinking of Her as my Goddess, I supposed. Yes, yes, I could do that. I just needed to ground myself. I closed my eyes and tried to think of our normal relationship, the one where I was her Mistress, after all, just as things should have been, the thought of Valerie as sovereign over my will simply an entertaining and cathartic exercise.

“Darling…” I said, sitting up on the carpet. Valerie was standing now, though doubled over holding her stomach in a purely instinctual motion. “That substance in our veins is not very appetizing, is it?”

Strained, her eyes watering, my fledgling responded “no, Mistress, it’s really not,” before laughing the sweetest laugh I was sure she could manage. It was quite relieving to hear from her.

I stood and faced Valerie, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“I would not usually prescribe this for one of our kind, but let’s bring you to the bathroom and get you a drink of water, hm?” I said, reaching for her dangling hand with my free one. She took it, and followed me toward the bathroom.

“W-was I doing a good job, Mistress? Being dominant?” she croaked out, looking up at me with a weary smile. “I don’t have a lot of experience with domming, but I’m enjoying it a lot…”

I was nearly too embarrassed to look her in the eyes and give her a straightforward answer, but I managed to steel myself and do so. She deserved it for doing as good a job as she had.

“You, hmhm, very much were,” I said. “I’d… enjoy resuming that dynamic once you’re comfortable.”

“I’d like it too, Mistress,” she said.

I took a glass that I kept available for my thralls on the bathroom counter and filled it with water from the sink, handing it to Valerie afterward. She gulped a mouthful of the water and spat out into the sink, her saliva tinged brown by ichor.

Panting, she clutched her stomach, took a deep breath, and stood up straight, closing her eyes, grounding herself off of my example, surely.

“Well, that was terrible,” she said, back to her old self. “I hope it felt good for You, Mistress, and I hope You understand if I’m reluctant to try again, especially in a dominant role…”

“That’s quite alright, dear,” I said. “Shall we resume?”

Valerie put a hand on my chest in a slightly possessive way — or at least that’s how I was choosing to take it. “I’d love that.”

She closed her eyes, took in a breath, and when she opened them again, she had resumed that sneering expression, the face of my Goddess, and I couldn’t help but take a step back.

“Well, well,” She said. “You seem a little intimidated, Naomi.” Every time She spoke my name so irreverently, I felt a desire to demand She call me Mistress before that was melted by the joy I felt at being called by name and slightly demeaned, a lovely and overwhelming combination.

“It’s just that I’m not used to being treated like this,” I said defiantly, not wanting to give in so easily. “I like being in control.”

At that, my Goddess put Her pale hand on my right breast, squeezing it tightly and causing me to cry out in pleasure, my knees buckling.

“Not well enough to stop yourself from asking for this, though,” Valerie said, applying force and shoving me against the bathroom wall. “And you’re My thrall now, aren’t you, honey? The sludge in your veins might not have tasted very good, but I still got My fangs in you. You should know all too well what that does to a girl. You can’t help but fall in love with Me, can you?”

Oh, Lilith… my Goddess didn’t realize how right She was. I may not have truly been Her thrall, not the way that the likes of Hannah and Sandra were mine, but I had long since fallen in love with Her. She knew that, I was sure… I had given up all of my principles to save Her, after all, and I would do anything to make Her happy. All I could manage to do was moan and nod.

“Use your words,” She spoke, grabbing my neck where She had bitten me and digging in with Her trimmed fingernails. “Say it. Say ‘yes, Goddess. I am Your thrall.’” Though there was no bite mark left on my neck, I imagined there was, and moaned out before responding.

“Yes, Goddess. I am Your thrall,” I said, doing my best to imitate the pleasant, even tone of a well-trained thrall like Sandra or Gail.

“Good girl!” my Goddess said, running Her fingers through my long red hair. “Sometimes, even a powerful woman like you needs to be put in your place, learn some respect. I mean, think about it, honey, how much are you really giving up by being My thrall right now? It’s all still ultimately on your terms. You’re consenting to this in advance, compared to all of your thralls.”

She leaned in to kiss me on the lips, my arms still pinned, unable to stop Her or try to take back control.

“Look at us,” She continued. “This isn’t so different from when you had Me pinned up against the wall in the ice room the day we met. There’s no need to mince words, Naomi. You like being where I was, don’t you? Backed into a corner, terrified out of your mind that everything you were is going to be torn to pieces? Heh, I can tell.”

What were these accusations? I would’ve said that She didn’t understand me at all, but I knew all too well that She knew me better than most. Over the last few nights, I had been more vulnerable with Her than I ever hoped to be. I counted on Her to remain sympathetic. She was my fledgling, after all.

“You know that my girls always consent to letting me bite them and becoming my thralls, Goddess,” I said, laughing nervously. What was She getting at? She had been there Herself. I hadn’t taken my first drink from Her there in the ice room… that would’ve just been unsanitary. I had put Her into a deep trance before taking Her back to my room, then put Her on the phone with Sandra with orders to speak of Her submission to me. At that point, there was no doubt to be had that She wanted to be mine… She was practically begging for it.

“Oh, sure, of course, Naomi, but this type of thralldom… I don’t have the kind of mental domination over you that you have over your thralls, or even Me. I still belong to you, honey, you know that. I’m just doing this on your orders. I was trying to kill you the day we met, and you had to seduce and hypnotize Me to stop that. If I was just an inch closer, a split second faster… you’d be dead. You should have died then, and none of this would have even happened, even you submitting to Me as we speak.”

“You’re saying I… I should die?” I said, pushing back against Her strength but unable to free myself from the wall behind me.

“I never said that, silly,” my Goddess said, pushing back harder against my shoulders. “I’m just saying that I almost got you back then, and I think that was the start of Me breaking you tonight. On your orders, of course, Mistress.” She spoke my preferred title in a mocking tone, with none of the reverence I was accustomed to.

I considered saying my “safe word”, but I felt I needed to hear this out. I did trust that this was still all acting on my orders, as She kept reminding me. And, Lilith, my girlcock was rock hard again. This was going in so many unexpected directions.

“You hold all the power here, yet you’re letting this happen,” She continued. “Letting yourself be degraded, just like you degrade all of your thralls. Letting Me uproot your life and sense of self, just like you uproot the lives of every human who crosses paths with you. It makes Me think there’s something… heh heh… something you need to let out, deep down. Everything to please you, Mistress!”

I felt my whole body tense up the same way it had when Caroline had talked down to me in that garage. Only my Goddess, She understood why I did what I did already. Why did I have to explain to Her again what She had already come to know?

“Uprooting girls’ lives is better than what will happen to them otherwise,” I said. “You know all too well that without my help, they’ll all end up being married off to some man, living the same miserable life as every other woman. They’ll never be shown the love and care I can give them, Goddess. You would have been doomed to the same fate if not for me, You know.”

“Is that what you think, Naomi?” my Goddess asked, giggling dismissively. “I’ve known I was bi since I was a little girl, and Laurie and I were bound to get together one way or another, even if you hadn’t come along. I don’t think we could deny our feelings for each other for much longer. I probably would’ve stayed depressed and directionless without your help, but at the same time… I wasn’t gonna be a housewife any time soon. Maybe I would’ve ended up marrying a man or something, but it would’ve been my choice, not some inevitable end. My first kiss was with a girl, when I was 14 years old! I didn’t need anyone to convince me to try it!”

I struggled and squirmed, unable to free myself from the wall.

“Well, You’re exceptional in many ways, Goddess!” I said. “Most women don’t end up being vampire hunters, either. You needed to be put in your place and quit Your own self-destructive behavior before You ended up hurt badly. By some horrible vampire man, for instance.”

My Goddess pushed my shoulders down while standing on Her tip-toes, towering over me even as I still stood up against the wall.

“I did need to be put in my place. It’s true,” She said. “But we weren’t really talking about that to begin with, were we? Right now, I just want to turn all this back on you, and judging by the look on your face and the state of your girlcock, I think you want that too. I’m going to put you in your place, and you’ll go along with it because you’re My thrall and you’ll do anything for Me, won’t you?”

She put her right hand under my chin, freeing my arm, but there was little I could do as She lifted my head to look into Her crimson eyes again, so dark and beautiful. I didn’t want to do anything but keep staring at them and listen to my Goddess’ voice. I was Her thrall, after all, and I knew as well as anyone that thralls were so easy to hypnotize.

I could only murmur “yes, Goddess” in response.

“Then let’s get ourselves out of the bathroom and dressed, honey,” She said, taking me by the hand again. “I want your thralls to see how weak and pathetic you’ve become as My thrall. Doesn’t that sound nice, Naomi?”

What? She was going to take this beyond my suite, and put me on display for my thralls? That would be so embarrassing… how could I be seen in front of any of them after something like this? I was supposed to be their Mistress!

But right then, I was supposed to be hypnotized by my Goddess, and hypnotized girls were supposed to be very obedient, so the thought of saying my “safe word” barely even crossed my mind, and I droned out another “yes, Goddess”, the way a very obedient, deeply hypnotized thrall would.

“Such a good girl!” She said. “Wow, you’re willing to debase yourself way more than I imagined. Here, let’s find something for you to wear.”

We stepped back into the bedroom. My Goddess told me to wait in place while She went into my walk-in closet, and I was supposed to be helpless to obey. From my vantage point at the foot of the bed, I couldn’t see what She was doing, sifting through all of my pretty, expensive clothes, most of which were custom-made. Some clothes I wore more often than others, but very few I would actually see as demeaning, except…

Oh, Lilith, She really knew how to push my buttons.

In one hand, my Goddess was holding a flared red miniskirt with violet frills, something that felt a bit fancy for most occasions, but not demeaning. But in Her other hand, she had this sparkly black overbust corset that I had gotten at a flea market back in the late 90s. Julianne, a thrall of mine from back then, had convinced me that I would look good in it, and it fit me perfectly right off the shelf. But just a night or two after bringing it home, I had decided it wasn’t my style at all, too overtly sexual, too submissive, even. It wasn’t how I liked to be seen, so it had stayed on a hanger, unused, for well over 20 years now, only to find it used against me in the end. My Goddess didn’t even know any of that, but She had picked it anyway, as if She could read my mind.

“You’ll wear this,” She said, and I was still supposed to be in trance, so I couldn’t just object outright. And inside my mind, I just had to see this through at this point, to prove that I wouldn’t look or act so ridiculous, even when I was subservient to my own fledgling and dressed up in a ridiculous porn outfit.

“Yes, Goddess,” I said, taking the clothes hangers. “Should I wear panties underneath as well?” I tried to keep an even tone, despite how outrageous this entire scenario was.

“Well, we’re going out into the hallway, so I think you’d probably better,” She said, sounding a little disappointed. “Now wake up and get dressed.”

“Yes, Goddess,” I said, bringing myself to fuller attention. Lilith, I was going to be taken out in public this way. It wasn’t even 11 PM yet, so there could even end up being some people who might see us together, see me in this ridiculous outfit, being led around by someone who was supposed to be fundamentally subservient to me for as long as I saw fit.

But in spite of that, I got my panties, corset, and skirt on, and faced my Goddess, who was looking very satisfied with Herself. She had gotten dressed too, in Her usual gray sweatshirt and jeans, nothing special, but very Her. She was more butch than I was, and didn’t like dressing up in my high femme sort of style even when She was acting dominant, it seemed.

“So silly and cute!” She said, looking me up and down. “I had no idea you had just the right outfit for looking like My thrall. Let’s go to Hannah’s room together and show you off!” She grabbed my hand again, pulling me toward the door and out into the hallway before I could bring myself to react.

“Thank You for calling me cute, Goddess!” I said, just as She pulled the door open out into the blinding light of the hallway. We both took a moment to become accustomed to the light before She took me to the next door down, knocking. There was no one in the hallway now, giving me some level of relief.

My Goddess knocked on the door. While Gail was now a thrall to both of us, I wanted to keep Hannah all to myself, so I had asserted my dominance over her and broken my Goddess’ control over her when we were done with her last night.

Hannah opened the door, and looked quite confused about what she was looking at. I felt a strong desire to explain myself.

“Good evening, Hannah—”

“Shh, Naomi! You’ll speak when spoken to,” my Goddess cut me off, making me seethe with rage. I needed to know how Hannah would react before I would invoke my “safe word”, though.

“I—I don’t understand,” Hannah said. “What are you doing, Valerie? Is Mistress OK?” She backed off, closing the door between us slightly. Oh, no, no, I didn’t want her to think that I was in danger! But I hardly wanted to speak without being spoken to.

“She’s fine,” my Goddess said, scratching me on the back of the head without looking away from Hannah. “We’re just trying something special tonight. She asked Me to dominate her, if you can believe it. She wants to be My thrall, just for tonight. Consensual, kinky stuff. When the night’s up, I’ll go back to My place as her loyal fledgling.”

Hannah took a deep breath, seeming more at ease. “So you haven’t, like… stopped belonging to Mistress, or anything?”

“Nope!” my Goddess replied, with a big smile on Her lovely, pale face. “It’s just a one-time change of pace, unless she commands it of Me again, of course. And it’s all to please her. I’m submitting to her by dominating her.”

“But I still get to belong to Her, right?” Hannah asked, wary.

“Well? Is that what you’d like, honey?” My Goddess looked at me expectantly. I was spoken to, so I realized that I should speak.

“Y-yes, Goddess,” I said, perhaps unconsciously mimicking Hannah’s meek tone of voice. “I wouldn’t want Hannah to be without her Mistress. But… but I’ll remain Yours in the meantime, won’t I?”

“You will,” my Goddess confirmed, and I felt such gratitude.

“I’m, uh, happy to hear this,” Hannah said. “So do you all, like, want anything?”

“I just wanted to show you how weak and pathetic Naomi can be in the right hands,” my Goddess said.

Hannah was looking at Her like She was from another planet, opening her mouth without any words coming out. I could hardly stop myself from doing the same, but my desire to submit to my Goddess kept me in line. Maybe I did need to be humiliated this way… the frustration hardly felt like a bad thing as it played out.

“Well… uh, come in, I guess?” she finally said, opening the door wide for the two of us. “I mean, both of you are always welcome.”

“Good gir—” I started to reply. But I was cut off by a firm smack in the face by my Goddess’ hand, shocking me, making me stagger backward.

“I—I—” As I started to explain myself, my Goddess simply slapped me on the face again, while Hannah retreated into her suite, seeming as terrified as she ever was. No, no, this was what I wanted, I needed her to understand—

“You will speak when spoken to,” my Goddess insisted, and I collapsed back into Her arms. She cradled me lightly, scratching the back of my head.

“Yessss, G-Goddess…” I slurred out, the sting on my face quickly fading. My Goddess was becoming better at managing Her strength, clearly, and that was comforting to see.

“Good girl,” She said. This was amazing to be on the receiving end of, but I never hurt my thralls. I wanted them to feel safe and comfortable, and my strength was too great compared to their fragile bodies for it to be wise. I preferred gentler motions, like hugging my thralls, putting my hands on their shoulders, and pinning them down. Clearly my Goddess was drawing on Her own desires and preferences here, but it was entertaining to know that I could withstand a slap from Her like this with nothing more than a small sting.

“I’m sorry, Hannah, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” She continued, “but do you see how fucking adorable she’s being right now? I can finally make her cower and submit the way she likes to make us cower and submit, and she likes it, and Hannah, it’s her will!”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Hannah said. “I’m just not really used to seeing our Mistress like this…”

“Yeah, that’s fair,” my Goddess said, stepping toward Hannah and reaching out Her hand in a show of compassion. Hannah accepted the gesture, and it seemed to provide her greater comfort, no doubt aided by my Goddess’ alluring presence.

“Th-thanks,” Hannah said, enchanted by both of us.

“Well then, I think we’re probably best suited going elsewhere. Sorry, Hannah,” my Goddess said. “Just don’t forget that your blood is very tasty!”

Hannah blushed at that, looking off to the side. “Thanks, Valerie. Look, um, I’m gonna go back to playing Alpha Rune. Take care of Mistress for me, OK? And Mistress… please be OK.”

“Go for it,” my Goddess said. “And Naomi, are you OK?” She rubbed my shoulder lightly, giving me the confidence I needed to respond. In a situation like this, losing a little bit of confidence felt appropriate for once. Giving up the image of power I liked to maintain was actually rather freeing, somehow — much more freeing than it had felt when I was in that cage.

“I’m very well, Goddess,” I said. “Have a good night, dear. I’ll come by to comfort you first thing in the morning, I promise.” Hannah was not the best person to put through something like this, I realized. She relied on my care more than most of my thralls.

Hannah gave a small nod, smiled, and closed the door, leaving the two of us alone in the hallway.

“So, honey, who’s working at the front desk tonight? It’s Friday, isn’t it?” my Goddess asked after we had a moment to recover.

“It should be Gail, Goddess,” I said, and I could see Her mouth begin to water at the news right before my eyes. Hearing of one’s thrall was always a pleasant experience.

“Then let’s go down to see her,” She said. “I’m—”

She cut Herself off looking off down the hall, and I didn’t need to guess why. A faint smell of blood always suffused the hotel as long as there were humans inside, but that smell had just intensified, and the scent wasn’t familiar. Four doors down, coming out of the room next to the elevator, was a chubby woman in her late twenties with olive skin and straight black hair down to her shoulders. She was wearing a tailored brown dress with a short skirt, and looked and smelled more than pretty enough to be a delicious midnight snack, or even the kind of girl that my Goddess could try seducing Herself. Unfortunately, she was looking at the both of us with a bit of a disturbed look on her face, and wasn’t looking away, perhaps having some inkling of our undead nature.

“Oh—Goddess—Valerie—y-yellow,” I whispered, quickly realizing that this sort of situation would require finesse, and I couldn’t risk mincing words to fulfill a base desire for submission. Dominance was second nature to our kind for good reason.

“Oh Goddess, is that lady seeing us?” my Goddess—Valerie, rather—whispered back, looking away from the woman. I was the one who she truly perceived as a Goddess, after all. “What do we do?”

“Good, uh, evening,” the woman said a bit apprehensively. “You two ladies holding up OK?” Oh, Lilith, she was a nosy one apparently. It was a bit annoying to be removed from the moment like this, but it could end up being a valuable opportunity for Valerie. I wouldn’t pass that up any more than I passed up the opportunities presented by any of the various cuties I encountered within my residence’s halls.

“Valerie, careful now,” I said, speaking quickly as I could, thinking of what I’d do myself. “You’re getting better at holding yourself back, judging by Hannah. Good girl. I’d like you to try and channel that here. I know it must be terribly difficult to stay by my side rather than getting a taste of that girl, but I need you to focus. Focus on protecting me, perhaps. And I need you to look that girl in the eyes, not to drink from her now, only later, if you so desire. Ask how long she’s staying. Make sure she’ll be here tomorrow, one way or another, if you’d like a taste. And make sure she speaks nothing of us, you understand?”

Though Valerie seemed bewildered, overwhelmed by the number of instructions I had given her, she nodded and said “yes, Mistress”. But it was just at that moment that the woman began to panic, her heart rate increasing. The woman seemed poised to turn and run.

Valerie’s unnatural speed allowed her to keep up with little trouble. She had dashed over to the woman’s position and was looking at her with a reasonably composed smile on her face. Clearly, she had learned a thing or two from me, which made me feel a bit flustered.

“Oh my god… oh my god!” the woman said, hand on her heart, stepping back in fear. “You’re so fast!”

“Hey, hey, it’s OK. I’m not gonna hurt you,” Valerie said. She was being a bit less direct than I might have been, but I was sure it’d still be a winning strategy.

“But you’re a… you’re a vampire, aren’t you? You and your friend both!” the woman said, slowly shaking her head. Humans were so eager to deny pleasure to themselves. I truly wished it weren’t so instinctive to them. Things would be simpler for Valerie that way.

“Keep your voice down,” Valerie said, speaking in a low voice herself. “And look into my eyes.”

“Well, you’re—” the woman struggled a little, keeping her eyes closed. “If I do that, I’ll—”

“I’m not asking,” Valerie said, whispering with force, gaining more control over her voice than I had yet seen her do. Having her dominate me seemed to have been good practice for her. “Look into my eyes.”

“I… I…” the woman shook her head again, trying to stop herself from giving in, but my fledgling was much too pretty, much too alluring to resist for long. The woman’s eyes opened, fixed on Valerie’s, and she found herself falling into trance. I was so proud of my Valerie.

“There you go,” Valerie said, catching the woman in her arms as she slumped forward. “You can take a nice long nap for me now. I’ll keep you safe.”

The woman let out a low, relaxed moan in response, unable to form any words.

“Wow… did you know that you smell completely delicious? I have to hold myself back from tearing your throat out when I smell someone like you. Say ‘yes, Goddess’,” my Valerie commanded.

“Yes, Goddess,” the woman droned out, giggling slightly, too entranced to be fully aware of the compliment.

“Good girl,” Valerie replied, running her fingers through the woman’s hair. “While you’re in this state, you’ll call me Goddess, OK?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“How long are you staying here?” Valerie asked.

“Two days, Goddess. Leaving on Sunday,” the woman replied.

“Are you here with anyone else?”

“Alone, Goddess. Boyfriend broke up with me… needed to get out of town.” Aww… poor girl. She needed someone to take proper care of her. It made me desire her myself, but I’d let Valerie have her, at least for now. She’d be in good fangs.

“Good. And which one is your room?” Valerie said.

“501, Goddess,” the woman said.

“Alright. I want to be able to come into that room, OK? Invite me,” Valerie commanded.

“You’re… invited… Goddess…” the woman whispered.

“Good girl… so obedient!” Valerie said, holding her prey tight. The woman’s smile showed both of us that Valerie was doing a very good job of arranging a meal. “So I want you to be in your room, kneeling on the floor with your door unlocked, tomorrow night at 10 PM, OK? Until then, you won’t remember any of this. But when the time comes, you’ll find it feels so good and comes so naturally to kneel down on the carpet and wait for your Goddess, returning to this same trance state, so relaxing, so safe. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Goddess,” the woman replied.

“Good girl. When I wake you up, you’ll feel safe and secure in the walls of this hotel, reassured that no one here is trying to hurt you, and you’ll return to whatever it was that you were doing before you saw me and my Mistress—er, the red-haired vampire behind me. And until 10 PM tomorrow, you won’t take particular notice of either of us, no more than you would any human you happened to brush past. Alright?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“Good. Then wake up.”

Valerie let go of the woman, and she returned to standing on her own, her eyes widening as she shook herself off, recovering from trance. She walked right past Valerie toward the ice room near the end of the hall, and I stood aside for her, no longer a person of interest. As she got herself some ice, I returned to Valerie’s side further down the hall near the elevators, and hugged her tight.

“You did an amazing job, my fledgling!” I said. “Though you know you won’t need an invitation. The rooms of this building are not homes to most of its patrons. Hannah and I are the exception, not the rule.”

“Huh,” Valerie said, thinking about it for a second. “You’re right. It… it felt good, Mistress, it felt so natural. Though it was kind of terrifying. Is it really OK to do that to someone? Making them serve me without ever really agreeing to any of it at all? I never thought I’d feel comfortable doing something so… forceful. So careless. Like her mind was just moldable like clay… without her even knowing it would happen in advance. I didn’t even learn her name…”

“You’ll give her a good time, dear,” I said. “And you’ll ask for her name tomorrow at 10, I’m sure. There’s nothing to worry about. The woman had a bad breakup, and you’ll help her recover from it beyond her wildest dreams. I can come and supervise if you’re worried you’ll go too far, of course.”

“M-maybe,” Valerie said, drooling onto my chest a little as I ran my fingers through her platinum blonde hair. “Thank You, Mistress. If You say it’s OK, I guess I just have to get myself used to it.” She sounded a bit frightened, but I patted her on the head, sure that she would come to understand given long enough.

“You can practice on me in the meantime, you know,” I said. “I’d still very much enjoy going back to whatever you were planning before.”

“Oh, uh, yeah!” my fledgling said, perking back up a little bit. “I did have plans for You and Gail. Are You alright if we go back to that, Mistress?”

I giggled, and whispered, “yes, Goddess”.

“Then come downstairs with me, Naomi.”

We arrived in the lobby together, finding it mostly empty, other than a pair of women who were sharing cocktails brought from elsewhere over one of the tables. The thought of them seeing me acting so submissively toward my Goddess in this moment brought me a great deal of embarrassment and joy, though they seemed to be paying little attention.

When Gail saw me following behind my Goddess meekly, she seemed nearly as puzzled as Hannah had.

“Good evening, Mistress, Goddess,” she said, keeping her voice low as she addressed both of us. “What’s up?”

I kept myself from speaking this time for fear of reprisal from my Goddess, though I thought another slap was practically unlikely thanks to onlookers. But I was sure She would retaliate later if I disobeyed Her explicit commands now, so I dared not push the limits.

“We should probably go back into the back office before we get too deep into the weeds,” my Goddess said, looking to me for guidance. I gave Her a small nod. “Lead the way, Gail.”

Gail said “yes, Goddess,” and put up a “back in 15 minutes” sign on the desk before ducking back into the door behind her. I was unsure if it would cover the time necessary to carry out my Goddess’ plans, but that was a problem for later.

We followed behind Gail, closing the door behind us, while Gail pulled down the blinds, hiding us from the public. I brought my thralls back here sometimes for a quick drink, so having a bit of privacy was valuable. There was a small table with two chairs, a desk with a computer and phone, and a little kitchen area with a coffee machine, refrigerator, and microwave, an employee lounge and office all in one.

“So, what’s, uh, going on?” Gail said, blushing a bit as she looked over my ridiculous outfit. “If it’s alright to ask.”

“Well, Naomi here… your Mistress Naomi,” my Goddess said, perhaps revising the words She used to describe us to avoid upsetting Gail in the same way She’d upset Hannah. “She’s My thrall tonight, as a change of pace. To fulfill desires she’s been having and let off some steam. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Yes, Goddess,” I confirmed, feeling completely humiliated again.

“This is what She wants… this is what You want, Mistress?” Gail asked, looking over both of us. I knew it was difficult for my thralls to imagine that I would ever willfully act like this — of course, it was difficult for me to imagine as well.

But I didn’t speak until I was spoken to, surely pleasing my Goddess.

“Well, is it, Naomi? Tell Gail, not Me,” She ordered. “In as much detail as you like.” I appreciated Her diligence in not intimidating Gail too greatly. Hannah had been a learning experience.

“Y-yes. I’ve been… er, grappling with some unusual feelings since I was kidnapped. This is very much of my own will, I assure you, and it’ll only last for tonight. Valerie’s being a very good girl, and She’s my Goddess now, just like She’s yours,” I explained.

“OK. Understood, Mistress!” Gail said, with a pleasant smile on her face. “What was it You needed from me? Either of You?”

My Goddess grabbed my arm possessively. “Well, in part, I just wanted to show my thrall off to you, Gail. Isn’t she adorable in this outfit?”

This sort of feeling came rarely, but I felt angry for a moment that I had no blood to blush with as Gail looked me up and down.

“She’s very beautiful…” Gail said, trailing off into a murmur. “Goddess, that corset shows off Her curves… I could just… I could just…”

She was caught staring at me, her eyes blank now, unable to look away or focus on anything else. Gail was very well-conditioned for this sort of thing, and I don’t think that my Goddess realized how easily my beauty could capture her attention with only the slightest bit of encouragement.

“Oh wow, it’s easy to forget how quickly you fall for her,” my Goddess said.

“Easy to forget…” Gail repeated, without thinking, and my Goddess laughed out loud.

“Not like that, silly,” She said. “Fuck, I can’t get over how easily you drop. Wake up, Gail, and look at your Mistress, staying awake and alert for now.”

Gail regained her self-control, looking back at my outfit and smiling.

“Just look at how pathetic she is, submitting to Me like this, Gail. Remember when I first came here looking for her? You pulled a knife on Me, desperate to protect her, sure I would fail even after I pepper sprayed you, proclaiming that you’d give your life for her. And you might have been right about all of that, but look at her now! She’s just My silly little thrall and she’s happy about it. It’s pathetic, isn’t it? This is who we’d give our lives, my undeath, even, to save.”

“I… I guess?” Gail said. “If… if that’s what makes Mistress happy right now…”

“Well, does it, thrall?” my Goddess asked, addressing me. “Does it make you happy to know that we’d give anything to save the undeath of a pathetic, ridiculous girl like you?”

“Y-yes, G-Goddess,” I muttered. If anyone else had said such horrible things to me, I would’ve broken their neck on the spot, but right now, this was what I needed. I was just a silly, pathetic girl in a silly, slutty costume.

“You admit that so easily,” my Goddess said. “I think it’s because you know it’s true, hehe. Maybe you deserve a reward for being so honest with everyone tonight.”

“Th-thank You, Goddess,” I murmured.

“Well then, Gail, I think it’s alright if you go back to admiring your Mistress’ beautiful, hypnotic curves under that silly outfit of hers,” my Goddess ordered.

Gail sighed, and droned out her adorable “I obey,” quickly becoming fixated on my left thigh, which was visible through a fold in my frilly skirt. “So… pretty…” she continued, losing herself once again as quieter murmurs and quieter contemplation of my form took hold.

My Goddess seemed very satisfied with Herself, and I could hardly blame Her. I felt like I was being used as a tool to control Gail, and that made me very hard.

“Naomi, Gail can handle another drink, can’t she?” She looked at me expectantly.

“Yes, Goddess, she should be able to,” I said. “Another sip won’t hurt her, as long as You hold back.”

“Me hold back?” my Goddess said incredulously. “I was talking about you, silly. Drink from Gail, now.” That devilish smile was back on Her face, and it frightened me no small amount.

“Yes, Goddess,” I said. “Right here?”

She grabbed the back collar of my corset, holding me in place. “Did I stutter? Right here, thrall. Pin her against the wall and pull back her blouse, if you like. Just do it now, and don’t forget you’re doing it because I ordered it.”

“Y-yes, Goddess,” I said. My Goddess let go of my corset, and I approached Gail, who was still entranced by my beauty, her lovely green eyes fixed on my tits now, blank and obedient.

“You heard our Goddess,” I said, reaching out my left hand to hold Gail’s neck. I felt the pulse of her blood flowing through her as I touched her soft skin, exciting me. I’m doing this for Goddess, I reminded myself. “Offer yourself to me.”

Gail took a short moment to process the command as a dreamy smile spread across her face. She was some of my best work, perfectly molded to serve me, and I always relished in how brainwashed she was, barely able to think of anything but service and submission in my presence.

“I obey,” she said, dropping to her knees in a swift, unelegant motion before throwing her suit jacket to the ground and pulling aside the collar of her blouse, exposing her neck to me, all without looking away from me for even a moment. I had worked so hard to ensure that she remained in a state that struck the perfect balance between waking consciousness and deep obedient trance, and my efforts had more than paid off.

“Good girl,” I said. I squatted down to match her kneeling height, and scratched her on the head while she stared at me blankly, totally waylaid by my cute clothes and my lovely body underneath. Though I wanted to enjoy the sense of power I was feeling over her as usual, that feeling was tempered by the reminder that drinking from her was nothing more than a form of submission to my Goddess who, still standing, had walked up behind me and was now patting me on the head, making me feel very small once again despite my greater height.

I wrapped my arms around Gail’s torso right under her tits, pulled her closer to me and leaned into her exposed neck, my nose and lips pressing against her freckled skin. She smelled, tasted amazing as always, and the feeling was only enhanced by how ridiculous this scenario had become. Gail was my thrall first, my Goddess’ second. I needed no permission to drink from her! But that was my Goddess’ brilliance, wasn’t it, making a privilege of what I had dangled over Her as a treat on the night of Her turning. She knew all too well how this felt.

I sank my fangs into Gail and tasted the sweet, buttery blood that spilled out, savoring every drop in the name of my Goddess while our mutual thrall moaned hopefully not loudly enough to be audible from the lobby. I worked diligently to ensure that none spilled onto her work clothes, lapping up every little bit. And just as I was starting to get into it, taking everything I wanted, everything I needed from this girl who was mine—

“Stop, Naomi,” my Goddess commanded. “You’ve had enough.”

I pulled back, sealing the wound first to prevent any possible spillage, but I was still hungry. I had barely gotten to drink anything.

“No, no, please—” I sputtered out.

“Enough, Naomi,” my Goddess insisted, Her arms crossed.

“Please—”

Her eyes just narrowed.

“R-red!” I shouted out, shocking Valerie as I let go of Gail, who slumped to the ground in ecstasy, too overwhelmed to take part. My fledgling crouched down next to me in an instant, gripping my hand tight as she noticed just how upset this had truly made me.

“What’s wrong, Mistress? Please tell me!”

“I—I—not that, Valerie. Please. Never that,” I said. “I needed more… still hungry. He… he… my begetter, he starved me half to death a few times as a power play. And back in the cage, I, I was dying—” I was barely conscious of how still I had become, staring off into the middle distance. I couldn’t bear to repeat something like this. In the cage, it had been such an intense situation that it had mainly pissed me off when Caroline let her blood spill to the ground, but in retrospect, it had been killing me, and the weakness I felt by the time Valerie had arrived came rushing back to me.

“Oh Goddess, Mistress, I’m so sorry! I just wanted to mess with You a little bit. I would’ve let You take what You needed in the end, I promise!” She bowed her head to the ground in supplication, terrified of having hurt me.

“That’s… that’s alright, dear. May I finish with her now? I just need… just need a small bit more,” I said, looking back at Gail’s body as my mouth watered.

“Of course, Mistress, I would never truly take that from You!” Valerie said, grabbing my hand gently and looking at me pleadingly. It still felt a little silly to be dressed this way while Valerie was looking to me as her Mistress, even for a moment.

“Thank you, Valerie. I’m… I’m willing to resume, if you are.”

“Of course, Mistress,” She said. “I’ll be extra careful from now on.”

I moved back toward Gail with hunger in my eyes, and prepared to enjoy her at my Goddess’ behest.

I hardly wanted to drain Gail’s small body beyond what she could bear, and took extra care to only drink the bare minimum I needed. While I didn’t want to starve myself, I did not need to be overindulgent at a time like this, and my Goddess and I ended up agreeing that such a thing would be a hot compromise to Her original desires. Within just fifteen minutes of my finishing, Gail had cleaned herself up enough and gotten in a composed mental state to return to work. She always kept a spare set of panties on hand for occasions like these.

My Goddess and I returned to my suite, or rather, “Her suite”, as She repeatedly insisted, to cool down ourselves. While the night wasn’t over yet, this experiment had run its course, as a success.

“You did such an amazing job, Mistress,” Valerie said as we returned to normal. I had taken off the embarrassing outfit, and was lying naked on my couch, Valerie kneeling on the floor at the couch’s feet, just as things should’ve been on an ordinary night.

“You really, truly think so, sweetie?” I said. For the many skills I considered myself proficient at given my long undeath, taking orders from others was not among them. I had avoided developing it as much as I could.

“You were a fucking adorable sub,” she insisted. I truly hoped that this was not mere appeasement to try and please me, and hoped that she understood that it wasn’t what I needed.

“I mostly felt awkward,” I said, looking away.

“I think that’s normal, Mistress. I mean, I did too. I think I’m a pretty shit domme, honestly. I’m just winging it every minute, trying to do what I thought would mess You up,” she said, giggling a little bit.

“Really?” I said. I had to admit that I was shocked to hear it.

“Well, yeah. I don’t really have the kind of effortless, incredible confidence that You do. It’s something I admire about You, Mistress. All this time, I felt like I was pretending. And I guess I was, compared to You. My soul really does belong to You… I mean, if our kind even has them to begin with.”

“Sure,” I said. “I suppose it’s a matter of pretending until it becomes true. Human girls are awfully easy to control, after all. So I realized over time that that sort of ‘pretending’ isn’t so difficult, and that I had nothing to fear in the face of anyone. I do think you’ll understand one night, Valerie. And when you do, it’ll feel all the easier to assert dominance.”

“I hope so, Mistress…” She paused for a moment. “You really think it’s OK what I did to that lady in the hallway? Commanding her to wait for me in her room? I think I was feeling some confidence then, actually, some instinctively, some left over from acting like your Goddess. Was that really a good thing to do?”

I thought back to what Valerie had said to me here in my suite a couple of hours earlier, about how I uprooted people’s lives without worrying about the consequences, how I could’ve been killed in the ice room on the morning we met with the implication that she might have been well-off without my intervention. Not to mention the way she had lorded over both Gail and I with her insistence of how pathetic I had been since the morning we had met, despite my thralls’ devotion. I wondered how serious she was about all that… if there was some part of her, buried deep in her soul, or, as the case may have been, her lack thereof, that bore resentment toward me, even after all this time, even after all I had done for her, even after I had saved her life and transformed it into undeath. Or perhaps it was a fabrication for my sake, just her saying what she thought would make me angry and horny.

I decided after a moment that there were some things too private, too personal for even her Mistress to probe into.

“I believe that it’s up to you whether you consider it ‘good’,” I said finally. “But I do hope she’s at least as delicious as I was.”