Viv leapt out of the multi-colored smoke cloud, flying out into her bedroom and skidding across the floor to meet a bewildered Juliet and Kalista. She took a deep breath of fresh air for her grateful lungs. Then turned and aimed the staff at Juliet, as if she was about to blast her.
    Juliet gasped in shock, helpless, when Kalista instantly threw herself between them to black whatever attack was aimed for her mistress.
    Viv smirked. The staff didn’t shoot any magic, but they didn’t know that. She just needed to trick Kalista into getting close enough. With a firm grip on the leather handle Viv stepped in and put the tip of the staff against Kalista’s chest. Pink energy surged through the silk-wrapped wood and straight into Kalista. The staff shook violently in her hand but Viv held on tight, watching as the staff drained it’s pent up energy into Kalista.
    It was over in a matter of seconds. A bright flash of pink lightning followed by silence as Kalista just stood there, dumbfounded. Then her eyes rolled back in her head as she came. And came. And came. And came.
    Kalista crumpled to the floor and moaned unintelligibly as absolute ecstasy washed over her mind. Viv had never seen such happiness on anyone’s face before.
    Juliet was stunned to see Kalista humping and groaning on the floor, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. “What did you do to her?” she asked, her voice breathless and amazed.
    “She’s experiencing a hundred orgasms at once.” Viv held up the staff, one of her proudest possessions. “An ancient sorceress had a harem of slaves, but she hated how temporary their pleasure was. So she enchanted this staff to record memories and emotions. Every time she dominated her lovely slaves and made them cum she recorded their orgasms here into the staff. One touch, and you relive that moment with complete clarity.” Viv marched over the writhing form of Kalista, still drooling and grinning and cumming from the overwhelming rush of pleasure. “So I gave Kalista almost a complete history of just how much those enslaved women loved their Mistress’ touch.”
    Juliet stared at the staff hungrily. Viv wasn’t sure if she wanted to experience that deep well of carnal pleasure for herself, or to take it and use it on others. Not that Viv would be letting her have a choice in the matter. Not until she was Viv’s slave, first.
    “That is absolutely fantastic.”
    “I know,” Viv said proudly, twirling the enchanted staff in her hand. She kept the silver Collar of Bast behind her back, out of sight. “But don’t worry, I made sure there was enough of a charge left to give you a taste.”
    “How sweet,” Juliet said, before suddenly lunging at her.
    Viv cursed and backed up, swinging the staff to keep Juliet back. Unfortunately she’d forgotten all about Kalista, who was still writhing on the floor. She tripped over the orgasming slave and fell backwards, with Juliet leaping right on top of her. Juliet ducked a wild swing of the staff, grinning as she grappled with Viv. She forced Viv’s arms in close against her chest, and now the staff was stuck between them, practically rippling with the promise of a powerful orgasm at a single touch.
    They were locked in a stalemate, each too afraid to press their advantage and end up with the staff hitting them. Viv kept a tight grip on the silver necklace. Just had to get it around Juliet’s neck and she’d win.
    Almost as if she read her mind, Juliet’s red eyes darted to the glint of silver in Viv’s hand. “What’s that? Another toy?”
    Juliet pressed in, locking Viv’s wrists together with one hand as she reached for the necklace.
    “No!” Viv shouted. No choice. It was time to get desperate. She ripped a hand free and swung it up at the staff to push it up against Juliet, hoping that the unexpected blast would stun Juliet long enough to get free. Viv’s hand connected with it and-
    -she shivered with her cheek pressed into the cold stone floor, her ass thrust in the air and burning wonderfully as Mistress spanked her over and over. 
    “Cum for me,” Mistress commanded in her sultry voice, and Viv groaned in gratitude as the orgasm swelled through her, roaring stronger with each spank.
    “Thank you, Miissstreeess!”
    Viv cried out happily as she came, wanting to be spanked and used for hours. Only to find herself blinking awake, on her back and in her room, with Juliet straddling her lap. She glanced up and saw Juliet shuddering, eyes rolled back as she moaned out, “M-mooore.” Her hands were reaching up to cup her tits, lost in the memory of an ancient orgasm. 
    This was her chance!
    Viv reached up with the silver necklace, her arm just too short to reach. The Collar of Bast came alive in her hands, the ends of the silver necklace rising up and reaching out for a throat to caress. As soon as the cold necklace touched her skin, though, Juliet’s red eyes snapped awake. She swatted the collar out of Viv’s hand, sending it tumbling across the floor. Then she grabbed Viv’s wrist and forced it down, swinging the staff down to press against Viv’s tits as-
    -her Mistress dripped hot wax from a candle across her tits, all while unseen hands teased her expertly. Viv was nothing but melted need, her body an instrument that Mistress had perfected playing with.
    “You’re too weak to be free.”
    “Too weak,” Viv agreed, though some strange part of her mind resisted. A part that said this wasn’t real. That she was from the future. That she was fighting another witch for control and had to get back.
    “You were made to be a slave.”
    The hot wax radiated burning pleasure through her aching body. She was so close to cumming. Had to accept. Acceptance brought pleasure. Pleasure came from pleasing Mistress.
    “Say it,” Mistress commanded, twisting harder.
    “I- I was made… to be a slave!”
    “Good slave.” Mistress’ hands surged with erotic energy as bliss flooded into Viv’s body. She came instantly, so desperate from hours of playing. 
    “I was made to be a slave. I was made to be a slave,” Viv repeated, eagerly believing the truth that brought her such pleasure. She opened her eyes but the mysterious, dark skinned Mistress had been replaced, and now Viv saw Juliet smiling smugly down at her. Viv’s heart soared with happiness. “I was made to be a slave,” she whispered, eager to submit.
    Then she blinked, and saw that Juliet wasn’t wearing a confident grin. She was cumming too, mumbling something under her breath. Her red eyes unfocused and lost in bliss.
    Viv shoved Juliet away, the staff clattering to the floor between them. Her hands were still shaking. She’d experienced the recorded memories in the staff before, in case it was ever turned against her, but they had never felt like that before. Was it because she’d used so much of it’s power on Kalista first? Did the staff get stronger with use? 
    Or was it stronger because she knew it was Juliet using it against her?
    She pushed the traitorous thought aside. Had to get the collar. Had to beat her.
    Viv quickly saw she’d made a terrible mistake. She’d shoved Juliet towards the fallen collar, and now she was closer. Juliet shook her head clear, but she was flushed and clearly shaken by the memories. Viv sat up, only to find her own body shivering and feeling weak from the powerful orgasms. 
    Both witches stared the other down, then their eyes darted to the collar.
    Juliet leapt for it, while Viv leapt for the staff. She grabbed it-
    -and was bound to the wall, upside down as warm oil dripped down her naked body, soothing the aches from her Mistress’ rough fucking.
    “It is such pleasure to serve your betters.”
    “Yes,” Viv said, but this time she held on to her sanity. It was only a memory, she had to win.
    Her Mistress leaned down to kiss the suspended slave, bringing forth a loving orgasm-
    And Viv fought it down as she snapped back to the present. Juliet was on her knees and elbows, plucking up the Collar of Bast in her hands. So Viv gripped the staff and swatted Juliet across the ass, making her cry out in ecstasy even as the staff surged power back into Viv and-
    -Viv rode the toy inside her cunt, humping it desperately while her Mistress watched in approval. All ideas that this was a memory of someone else vanished. It was an absurd notion. She was a slave. Only a slave for Mistress. Bound to serve.
    “I live for my Mistress,” Viv groaned, grinding down and fucking herself faster for her approval. She’d do anything for her Mistress. Anything to please-
    -“I live for my Mistress,” Juliet groaned, grinding down and fucking herself faster for the approval of her Mistress.
    Viv nearly stopped fucking herself in surprise, but her body knew better than to ever not obey her Mistress. So she quickly resumed humping the toy again, though she looked over in surprise at Juliet, who was staring at her too.
    “Viv?”
    “Juliet? How… how are you here?”
    “It’s… it’s your staff.” She shook her head, fighting the hypnotic lure of the memory. It was coming back to Viv, too.
    “Yeah, but… this isn’t possible. I’ve done this memory before. There’s no one else. No second s-slave.” Viv’s clit throbbed at the word. It brought instant recognition, the same way you naturally spun around when someone called your name.
    Juliet’s body shivered too. She fucked herself faster. “So we… we shouldn’t be here… together?”
    “No,” Viv whimpered, fucking faster to match Juliet’s rhythm. She was so close to cumming. But she couldn’t cum unless she was… she was…
    The words forced their way out of Viv, making her feel helpless. “I’m a good slave.”
    And to her surprise Juliet said the words too, nearly in unison. “I’m a good slave.”
    They looked at each other in shock. Then groaned together and humped faster. 
    “I’m a good slave.”
    “I’m a good slave.”
    They stared into each other’s eyes. Lost in the bliss. The bliss of being owned.
    “I love to be owned.”
    “I love to be owned.”
    They heard their Mistress stand and walk to them, chuckling happily at their pathetic display. Viv and Juliet’s cunts drooled at the knowledge they pleased their Mistress.
    “We live to serve Mistress.”
    “We live to serve Mistress.”
    “We don’t want to think.”
    “We don’t want to think.”
    “We were made to be slaves.”
    “We were made to be slaves.”
    Juliet’s red eyes came alive as she pleaded with Viv. “Please make me a slave.”
    Viv’s mind reeled with a sudden sense of clarity too. “Please make me a slave,” she told Juliet, meaning every word.
    Their Mistress placed a hand on each of their heads, fingers curling into their hair in a possessive grip. “You girls belong together.”
    “Yes,” they both cried, desperate to cum.
    “You were both made to submit.”
    “Yes!” they moaned in unison.
    “You both wish to rule.”
    “Yes,” they muttered quietly. As wonderful as life as a slave would be, each witch knew they wanted to be the most powerful of all.
    “Then decide your roles together. But know this…” Suddenly Viv and Juliet felt an ancient surge of magic empty their minds. Their Mistress knelt between them and whispered, “Come to me for equality. To me, you can both be slaves.”
    “Yes,” Juliet and Viv whimpered together, blank smiles on their faces.
    “Good slaves. Normally I hide my presence in these memories, but you two have me curious. I want to see what becomes of you.” The ancient Mistress grinned down at Viv and Juliet’s blank, happy faces. “Make it an exciting contest for me. And to please the woman you love.”
    Love. Juliet and Viv turned and stared at one another. Then they leaned in and kissed, happiness bursting like fireworks within them. It was true. They loved one another. But one of them would rule. Viv knew the truth and accepted it. But she’d never stop fighting to be the winner. And she knew Juliet would do the same.
    “Cum for me,” the ancient Mistress declared, and both girls moaned into each other’s mouths as they came hard, their pleasure spiking and mixing between them.
    They woke up, embraced side by side on the floor. The staff was clutched between them, pressed against their clits as they straddled it together, legs locked. For the first time Viv felt no power vibrating from the staff. It was drained of power. Or rather, it felt more like it was satisfied.
    Juliet suddenly giggled. “Guess the orgasm stick ran out of juice, huh?”
    Viv didn’t laugh. She stared at Juliet intently. “Was that real? Did you feel it too?”
    Those gorgeous, glowing red eyes focused on her. “I was there. It was real.”
    “And you loved it too?”
    Juliet chewed on her lip, then sighed and said, “Yeah, it felt wonderful.”
    “I never imagined being a slave would feel that good.”
    “Coming from the girl who wanted to enslave the world.”
    “Hey, I just wanted to rule. I didn’t realize it’d actually be such a great thing for everyone too.”
    They chuckled together, still holding the other close. Both of them were tense, muscles coiled and ready to leap into action. They were still fighting, and wouldn’t give their opponent an opportunity to get ahead.
    Then Juliet suddenly relaxed. She looked at Viv, expectantly. Every instinct in her head told Viv to pounce, to pin Juliet and get the collar and put her under control.
    Instead she forced out a sigh and let herself relax too. Juliet smiled.
    “I just wanted to say… this is probably the best day of my life.”
    “Really?”
    “I never imagined I’d have so much fun fighting for control. And you’re a great partner to fight against.”
    Viv couldn’t suppress a grin. “It’s certainly been an exciting day.”
    Juliet cupped Viv’s chin. “So just to clear things up: We’re gonna be dating, right?”
    Viv blinked in surprise at the intense joy she felt hearing that. “I- I’d like that.”
    “So no matter which of us is Mistress and which is the slave, we’ll be happy and together.”
    There was a twisting knot in her stomach, but it settled when she saw Juliet burst into a greedy smile. “Oh don’t worry, I wanna win just as bad as you do.”
    “So we’ll have one last fight to see who’s in charge.”
    “Precisely. But I just wanted to thank you first.”
    Viv put an arm around Juliet and pulled her in close for a kiss. It was warm and wonderful, and Viv had to marvel at what a fantastic evil thing Juliet was now. She was perfect. And they would be together from now on.
    It only made Viv want to be in charge even more. To triumph over her. When they pulled away she saw the same awed expression of love on Juliet’s face.
    “So are you ready?” Juliet asked, unable to contain her grin.
    Viv had shifted during the kiss, putting an arm under her to help push herself up over Juliet they second they began. She nodded. “Yeah, I’m re-”
    Juliet cut her off with a sucker punch to the stomach, knocking the air out of her. Viv gasped and clawed for Juliet but she’d already rolled away.
    “Sorry!” Juliet shouted over her shoulder, scrambling for the Collar of Bast with Viv crawling after her. “I’ll buy you dinner and make it up to you!”
    “You better you cheating bitch!” Viv yelled back, but couldn’t contain the laughter in her voice. Even with the risk of being a slave on the line, she was having the time of her life.
    She saw Juliet grab the collar, but that left her back exposed. Viv leapt up and slammed down onto her from behind. The weight knocked Juliet flat against the floor, her neck nearly landing on top of the collar. They wrestled as Viv tried to keep her pressed down, grinning as she saw the silver collar come to life and the ends reach out to hug itself around Juliet’s neck.
    “Just a little more,” Viv cooed, pushing down on Juliet again. The two ends of the necklace actually reached up around Juliet’s neck, nearly clasping shut when Juliet shoved her head back and pushed Viv away. 
    They fell over on each other, and Viv scrambled back onto her feet, ready to leap and lunge. She had to have Juliet. Had to prove she was better. Had to impress this amazing woman she’d fallen in love with. She was determined to win.
    But deep inside, part of her accepted that she might lose. That her clever, wonderful Juliet would find a way to trick her and take the lead. She’d become Juliet’s loyal slave girlfriend, and the idea of it actually sounded wonderful. Still, if she had to lose, she’d make it a contest.
    Which is why Viv was thrown off when she spun around on Juliet, only to find the redhead sitting frozen on her knees, not moving. Viv crouched, staying low, ready for anything. That’s when she saw the glint of silver metal around Juliet’s neck.
    Viv froze there, blinking rapidly as if she expected the insane image to vanish any second now. She’d… won? She’d won. She’d beaten Juliet.
    “Huh.” It was all she could think to say.
    Juliet turned around slowly, her red eyes wide with wonder as the silver Collar of Bast hugged her neck. She smiled awkwardly, pointing at the collar. “Guess I lost.”
    Viv relaxed. Something deflated inside her. Sure she’d wanted to put the collar on Juliet, but it just felt… too easy. “I guess so.”
    Juliet blushed. “What… what does it do?”
    “It makes you into a horny pet, basically.”
    Juliet shuddered, and let out a low moan, almost a purr. She dropped down to all fours and started to crawl towards Viv, letting her ass rock back and forth. “Mhm. I can live with that.”
    Viv forgot all about her disappointment. So what if it wasn’t the epic victory over Juliet she’d wanted. She’d won, and Juliet was going to be a devoted sex kitten as long as the collar was on her. She could live with that, too, she decided.
    She let Juliet crawl up to her, nuzzling her head against Viv’s tits. She licked and sucked at her nipples, making adorably submissive mews and moans as she did. “So what would you like me to do now, Mistress?”
    Viv pulled Juliet’s head up to kiss her forehead. “You could eat me out. Or I could tie you up to tease you now.”
    “Anything for you, Viv.” Juliet’s hand trailed up Viv’s back, her doting expression making Viv want to do all sorts of fun things to her new pet.
    “I know. First you can-”
    “Get away from her!” Kalista shouted as she tackled fully into Viv, slamming her down to the ground.
    “What the fuck?” Viv muttered, flat on her back and head aching. Kalista was glaring down at her. The busty blonde still seemed woozy from the intense burst of orgasms but had apparently recovered enough to be a problem.
    “I won’t let you enslave my Mistress,” Kalista informed her, glittering purple energy pulsing from her fists.
    Viv groaned. “I already won, you dumbass.”
    Kalista had her hands up, ready to fight, but now she seemed to wilt. “You… you did?”
    “Tell her, Juliet.”
    Kalista spun around to find Juliet blushing on her knees, the silver collar glistening around her neck. “I- I lost to Mistress,” Juliet admitted shyly. “She beat me.”
    Now Kalista shook her head. “But Mistress, you’re the strongest.”
    “Clearly she’s not,” Viv smirked, sitting up off the floor and rubbing her sore head. “Juliet, tell her that you’re my weak, horny slut.”
    Juliet’s face burned bright red. But she had a hand buried against her crotch, and Viv could just imagine how horny she was. She’d had a hand in her crotch ever since the collar went around her neck.
    The blushing pet looked up at Kalista. “I’m Viv’s weak, horny slut. I have to serve her.”
    Kalista was shaking her head, confused. So Viv decided to explain.
    “Kalista, who deserves to rule the world.”
    “The strongest there is,” she replied instantly.
    “And the strongest, most talented witch is your Mistress too, right.”
    “Yes, but that’s-”
    Viv cut her off. This time she wouldn’t leave any room for doubt. “I beat Juliet. I’m better than her. Juliet, confirm that for me.”
    “Yes, Mistress.” Juliet bowed down to Viv. “You beat me. You’re better than me. You’re my Mistress.”
    “So, Kalista, who in this room is your Mistress?”
    Viv caught Juliet’s red eyes dart up to Kalista. The collar wasn’t a complete enslavement, just a temporary desire to serve while it was worn. Juliet was probably hoping to use Kalista to get the collar off, get to the potion she made and slip it to Viv.
    Only this time Kalista smiled easily and dropped down to one knee before Viv. “You’re the strongest, Mistress. I serve only you.”
    From the floor Juliet made a shocked gasp; a horny, needy sound. 
    Viv grinned, reaching out to run a hand through Kalista’s hair. “That’s right. You’re my slave now.”
    Kalista groaned happily at her touch. “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Would you obey Juliet?”
    “Why would I?” Kalista actually scoffed. “You’re our Mistress. I serve only you.”
    Even that surprised Viv. She looked down at Juliet, who was watching the two of them from all fours, amazed. “You see your mistake, Juliet? You assumed that Kalista’s crush on you would be enough to keep her devoted. But your spell on her mind only makes her want to serve the strongest. And who is that, slave?”
    Kalista beamed at Viv proudly. “You, Mistress. You beat Juliet. You can beat any girl in the school. You should rule us all.”
    It was music to her ears. “Thank you, Kalista. I may actually like you now.”
    Even as she nuzzled her head against Viv’s hand Kalista made an anxious, sour face.
    Viv chuckled. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to act like you like me. Just serve me without question.”
    That actually made Kalista relax. “Oh good. I’m definitely happy to serve you mistress. I just don’t like you much as a person.” She shrugged.
    “It’s alright, slave. That actually makes it a little hotter that you’re so eager to obey my every command. Get on all fours.”
    Kalista dropped instantly to all fours before Viv. She moved without thinking, and after a moment Kalista shuddered and smiled. “Oh storms. That is… kinda hot.”
    “You’ll eat me out, won’t you?” Viv spread her legs invitingly. Wanton desire was written all across Juliet’s and Kalista’s faces as they took in her dripping cunt.
    “Yes, Mistress,” Kalista sighed, ducking her head down to get a taste.
    “Freeze.”
    Kalista froze in place, her tongue already stretching out of her mouth. Her eyes looked up as high as they could without her head moving. “Mifftreff?”
    “I just wanted to appreciate what a good slave you are. Wanting my cunt so much, but can’t touch because I said so.” Viv ran her hands through Kalista’s hair, but never took her eyes off Juliet, who squirmed and kept a hand pressed tight to her crotch. Juliet had been able to show off her skills as a Mistress back when Viv was tied up. Now it was time for Viv to give a demonstration.
    “You want me, Kalista. You need my cunt more than anything. Hunger for me.” As she spoke Viv lifted her hips closer to Kalista’s face, swaying her dripping cunt directly before Kalista. She felt the frozen girl shivering as the words set in, becoming truth. Kalista was already whimpering, drool sliding down her frozen, outstretched tongue. 
    And Juliet was shaking with the same need, practically drooling herself.
    “Let’s see how wet you are,” Viv teased, reaching under Kalista. She had to stretch herself forward to reach Kalista’s cunt, which made Viv’s cunt move close enough to rub along Kalista’s tongue.
    Kalista groaned blissfully as she finally tasted her Mistress, and felt her Mistress’ fingers probing at her pussy.
    “Just look at this. You’re soaked. Do you love my pussy that much, slave?”
    “Yef. Yefff Mifftreff.”
    Viv let a finger trail up and down Kalista’s cunt while she grinned at Juliet. “That’s right. My cunt is the greatest taste in the world for you now. In fact, whenever you taste my cunt, you will cum.” She said the words forcefully, letting her natural authority sink in. There was a tense moment where Kalista remained frozen and silent. Then she suddenly shook and shuddered, ass shaking as she instantly came.
    Juliet’s wide red eyes stared longingly as Viv straddled Kalista’s face, keeping her cunt planted on Kalista tongue.
    And Kalista kept cumming, over and over as long as she tasted her Mistress’ divine nectar. Her pussy was dripping from the endless flood of pleasure, all while Viv grabbed her ass and smiled triumphantly.
    After a minute of pleasure Viv finally stood up, towering over both girls. Kalista let out a weak groan, her eyes swimming and her arms and legs shaking. Any normal girl would have collapsed under the intense orgasms, but Kalista’s body obeyed even while her mind had melted out of her cunt. Viv appreciated her new slave’s devotion. Then she smirked at Juliet. “Did you like the show?”
    “Y-yes.”
    “Wouldn’t you love for that to be you?” 
    She saw Juliet bite her lip and hug herself tighter. There was still resistance, that was obvious. But that was the difference between them. Juliet had just tried to enslave others to keep them obedient. Viv, on the other hand, was a true witch. She would make the girls want her, crave her, and then enslave them. That was how you created a true, permanent slave.
    Viv strode confidently over to Juliet, running a finger along her soaked pussy lips. When she brought the finger up it was glistening. Viv put it right up to Juliet’s eyes so she could admire it. Then she put it to Juliet’s lips. She opened her mouth to suck on it without any hesitation.
    “You want me.”
    Juliet sucked on Viv’s fingers, red eyes rolling back in her head. She nodded.
    “You want my taste to have the same effect on you as it does to Kalista.”
    Juliet nodded harder.
    “You want to cum just from tasting me.”
    She kept nodding, but never let the finger pop out of her mouth.
    “You want to be my slave, to obey me in all things. Because you know you could find ultimate happiness by serving me. Isn’t that right?”
    Juliet just moaned, one hand still tucked in her crotch. Viv abruptly popped her finger out from Juliet’s lips and grabbed her by the chin. When Juliet opened her eyes she was scared and excited, pupils dilated. Viv stared at her, seeing through Juliet. Forcing Juliet to truly see her.
    “Answer me.”
    She was panting, but Juliet licked her lips and nodded. “I- I want it.”
    “Tell me what you want.”
    “I-” Juliet gulped. “I want to be your slave. I want to obey you. I want to be yours.”
    “And can you imagine anything that would make you happier than that?”
    There was a flicker, something in her expression. The last piece of resistance. Rather than hide it, though, Juliet shrugged and sheepishly said, “Ruling the world?”
    Viv smiled, crouching down closer to her. “Ruling the world will be fun, I grant you that. But think of it this way. If you’re the one in charge, you have to make all the decisions. All the responsibility is on you. Everyone will look to you for orders. Imagine all that responsibility bearing down on you.”
    A shadow passed over Juliet’s face. She frowned and looked away. “I already know what that’s like.”
    Viv let go of Juliet’s chin, her tone softening. “I forgot. You’re the big hero they love to tote around. I bet none of them ever asked you how it felt, being their mascot they can keep sending into mortal danger.”
    “I didn’t mind the danger,” Juliet muttered. “I just felt so lonely. No one ever actually talked to me. They all had me up on some pedestal.” She turned and smiled at Viv. “You’re the only one who actually treated me like a normal person.”
    “That is a really low bar, considering I was trying to make you my evil slut.”
    Juliet snorted. “I’m happy you did.”
    Viv reached up and pulled Juliet in, bringing their foreheads together. “Here’s the promise I’ll make you. Slaves don’t have to be in charge. They get to be pampered and played with. Teased and tortured too, but in the most fun ways, I promise. I’ll keep you safe and care for you. I’ll run the world, and you just get to be happy.”
    “That does sound nice.”
    “Be honest, which job sounds better? Mistress or slave?”
    There was a quiet moment as Juliet seemed to truly consider it. Her mouth was a thin line, but then she replied, “Slave. The slave will be happier.”
    “That’s right,” Viv said, kissing her on the lips quickly. “And you know what you have to be then, don’t you?”
    Juliet raised her head, a sad but determined look in her eyes. Someone who’s accepted their fate, even if it wasn’t what they wanted. “Yes, I do.”
    Viv grinned, feeling triumphant. Juliet would be her slave. They’d really be together. Now all she had to do was conquer the rest of the school, and then the world. It suddenly dawned on her just how much work all of that would involve, if today was any example. She almost felt exhausted with the weight of the soon-to-be-conquered world on her back.
    Juliet lifted her hand up from her crotch, and Viv wanted to taste her fingers, but Juliet slipped her hand around Viv’s back instead. She put her hand against the back of Viv’s neck, like she was pulling her in for a kiss.
    “I love you,” Juliet said, meaning every word.
    Viv was about to say it back when she noticed something strange. Her own hand had gone to Juliet’s shoulder, but seemed to be passing through the silver Collar of Bast, as if it weren’t really there.
    A cold touch of metal on the back of her neck made Viv shiver. Then, before she could react, the silver necklace in Juliet’s hand came to life, wrapping itself comfortably around Viv’s throat. Viv gasped, seeing it all so clearly. She hadn’t seen the collar actually go around Juliet. How she had kept a hand tucked between her legs the whole time, hiding it. Juliet had admitted she barely had enough magic for a simple illusion spell.
    Viv felt white hot rage from being tricked and defeated, just when she thought she’d won.
    But it was overshadowed by a sense of pride. Juliet really was amazing and resourceful. And she had to admit, it was a good loss.
    Then the collar clicked into place, and Viv’s mind was flooded with warm, purring pleasure. Her eyes closed sleepily, a happy moan drifting from her lips. “You’re so clever,” she cooed, wrapping herself around Juliet and nuzzling her head against her chest.
    “I’m sorry,” Juliet said, petting her.
    “Whyyy?” Viv felt so happy and wonderful, being in Juliet’s arms.
    “I actually wanted to lose. I had the illusion of the collar in place, was going to put the real one on you, but then I watched you play with Kalista. Watched how you teased her and used her. You were so natural. So amazing. And I decided I would give you the real collar. I’d let you take me.”
    Viv had trouble focusing on the words. She was so happy cuddling up to her Mistress. Nothing else mattered.
    “Then you told me how wonderful being a slave would be. I know you were trying to sell me on it, but I heard it in your voice. How much of a burden being the Mistress would be on you. I only wanted to make you happy, Viv. So you actually convinced me that I should win, and you get a life of happy devotion as my pet.”
    “Sooounds niiice,” Viv moaned, kissing at Juliet’s tits.
    “It will be. I promise.” Juliet kissed the top of her head, then stood up to get to work.

~ ~ ~

The potion was surprisingly sweet. It tasted wonderful sliding down her throat. The pink warmth of the potion radiated throughout her entire body. Viv came intensely hard as the pleasure reached her mind. She felt her thoughts changed. Her desires and needs reorganized. Her dream of power transformed.
    Viv smiled, her eyes glowing with faint pink light. She’d feel undignified if she wasn’t floating in pure bliss from being owned by Juliet. “No wonder you drank it all down so eagerly. That was delicious.”
    Juliet grinned at her. “The potion was wonderful. You should be proud, Viv.”
    The praise made her so happy Viv was certain she was glowing. “Anything to please you, Mistress.”
    “Now tell me what your biggest dream in the world is.”
    Viv knew the answer immediately. She broke into a wide grin as she knelt before Juliet. “To see you ruling the world, and all others enslaved to the throne. Everyone should serve you, Mistress.”
    Juliet blushed happily, but there was something tugging on the edge of her smile. “And do you have any desire to rule?”
    “Nope,” Viv told her as she shook her head. “I only want to make you happy, Mistress. Anything you ask of me.”
    “Perfect,” Juliet said, looking pleased. “That’s two slaves to start with, at least.”
    Viv’s eyes shone as she slipped to her knees.. “We’ll have the rest of the school kneeling before you in no time, Mistress.”
    Kalista rolled her eyes from where she knelt beside Viv. “Kiss ass.”
    “Oh I’m sorry, did I take your spot? Because I remember you practically having your tongue up Juliet’s ass all semester.”
    Kalista blushed and spat, “I- I was just trying to be nice! I had a crush! I wasn’t-”
    “You were a groupie and you’re only lucky enough to be a slave like me because Juliet needed someone dumb to trick.”
    “And you’re a depraved witch slut!”
    Viv grinned. “I take that as a compliment.”
    “You would, you stuck up, nasty little-” 
    Viv cut Kalista off by suddenly shoving a finger into her mouth. Kalista glared angrily and looked ready to bite Viv’s finger, until her eyes suddenly rolled back in pleasure as she came, tasting Viv’s cunt on the finger. “Noooo faaiiir,” she groaned, clutching her sides as she came unexpectedly.
    Viv stuck out her tongue. “Your fault for being so easy to toy with.”
    Juliet watched her slaves bickering, wearing an exhausted smile. “You two just aren’t going to get along, are you?”
    The pair of them shared a look, then shook their heads.
    “Nope.”
    “Probably not.”
    Juliet sighed. “Well, I’ve made do with worse. Come on, girls. I’m fucking horny and want to finally have sex.” She threw herself down onto the bed, as Kalista and Viv eagerly joined her. “You two are gonna spend the entire day worshipping my body and making me cum all I want.”
    They nodded, grinning wide.
    “Then we plan on how to take over the school.”
    “That sounds like a perfect day,” Viv said, leaning down to kiss at Juliet’s neck. It felt oddly satisfying to be a slave. No worries about the plans to make; her Mistress would handle that. She just had to obey. Mistress was the one meant to rule the world.
    Of course, nothing said that the role of Mistress had to be Juliet. She was simply smarter and stronger, and she’d been so clever to trick her like that. Juliet was Mistress for now. But if someone else were to prove themselves…
    If Viv were to prove herself…
    Viv kissed Juliet, her pink eyes shifting to a deep red as the truth presented itself.
    If she could distinguish herself as a witch over Juliet, prove that she was stronger than her Mistress, then it only made sense that she should rule the world. That was her dream of power, after all. The dream Kalista had implanted into the potion and given to her. 
    She couldn’t help but chuckle. Juliet was making the same mistake Viv made, and it would lead to her being enslaved all too soon.
    Viv opened her eyes, shocked to see Juliet staring at her intensely. Before she could say anything Juliet grabbed Viv’s head, pulling her in close. 
    “Your eyes are red now. Not pink.”
    “I wanted to match with you, Mistress,” Viv replied, batting her eyes.
    “Nope. I saw that glimmer in your eyes. You thought of a way out.”
    Her body went ice cold. She tried to say that everything was fine, but her mouth wouldn’t let her speak the lie. Viv had to obey her Mistress. Even if she saw a way for her to take over, she had to obey until then.
    Viv let her head hang and said, “Yes.”
    For a moment Juliet was quiet. Thinking, trying to determine what Viv had figured out. “The plan you came up with, would it make me your slave and you the Mistress?”
    “Yes,” Viv admitted, squirming. She was so horny. It felt wrong wanting to betray Mistress, but it also made her soaking wet.
    Suddenly Juliet grinned, and she reached down to finger Viv. “And your plan, would it be easy?”
    “Nooo,” Viv groaned, bucking her hips helplessly on her Mistress’ fingers. “It’d be… really hard. Maybe impossible.”
    “But you’ll try to take over.” It wasn’t a question. Juliet’s smile was growing, red eyes shining. “You’ll try to become my Mistress no matter what, even as you have to obey me.”
    Viv stared at Juliet and nodded. “Yes.”
    “Good.”
    Viv blinked in surprise as Juliet kissed her. “Mistress?”
    “That’s the girl I love. I won’t let you do it, of course. But don’t you ever change who you are. I love the ambitious witch that managed to corrupt me and make me this happy. Do you understand?”
    Viv heard the permission, and felt a chained animal inside her heart start to break free. It wasn’t set loose, but the cage had been weakened. She grinned at her Mistress. Viv would obey Juliet, it would be her privilege to serve such a strong witch.
    But first chance she got to enslave Juliet and put herself in charge, Viv would take it.
    “You love this game a little too much,” she told Juliet, slipping her fingers inside her Mistress’ cunt.
    “Maybe. But I wouldn’t give it up for anything.”
    Viv grinned as they fingered each other faster. “Me neither, Mistress.”
    They leaned in and kissed passionately, locked forever as Mistress and slave, although they both felt how unstable those roles were. No matter who was in charge, they’d always be connected. It was the happiest either of them had ever been.
    Kalista cleared her throat. “I’m still here, you know?”
    Juliet and Viv giggled. “Just sit there and watch,” Viv told her without looking away from Juliet.
    “Mistress, are you going to let her talk to me like-” Kalista cut off as her Mistress leveled a finger at her.
    “Slave, you’re going to sit there quietly and masturbate as I fuck my girlfriend for the first time.”
    “Y-yes, Mistress.”
    Viv kissed Juliet, muttering, “It is actually really hot to watch you command other girls.”
    “Then imagine how hot it’ll be when we rule the entire school.”
    Viv grinned and slipped herself down beneath Juliet, spreading her legs to eat her Mistress out. “I can’t wait,” she told her, then sucked on Juliet’s clit to hear her moan.
    As they got to playing Kalista knelt on the bed and watched, rubbing her clit and smiling to herself. They really did make a cute couple, she was forced to admit. And as impossible as taking over the school sounded, something told Kalista that the two witches might actually be able to pull off their ridiculous dream. It was her dream too now, to see them rule. 
    Of course she wanted to see Juliet happy too. That’s why she’d left the dream she put into the potion open ended, instead of declaring Juliet as the true Mistress. Both Juliet and Viv clearly loved the fighting for control, and something told her it would be far more entertaining to watch the contest unfold. Two witches fighting over the same dream of power. And she’d be an eager slave to help them and obey their every command. Kalista grinned and rubbed her clit faster, eager to watch Viv and Juliet get to work.