It was time. Jenna had to get laid.

    She was tearing through her closet, trying to see what still fit as she assembled an outfit for the club. Why hadn’t she packed any of her good skirts and dresses from her dorm? The obvious answer was because Jenna had expected to be cooped up with her stepmom all summer, which shouldn’t have required any sexy outfits. Jenna hadn’t even been planning on trying to find someone to hook up with while back in her hometown.
    But desperate times called for desperate measures, and Jenna was truly desperate. After the movie incident Jenna knew that if she didn’t get someone to fuck her brains out soon and release some of this pent up frustration that she would truly explode. She was starting to get too daring for her own good, like how she’d touched herself with Trish sitting right there in front of the couch. How would she have even explained it if Trish had twisted around in the other direction and found Jenna with a hand down her shorts?
    Although that wasn’t even the worst of what Jenna had done. Towards the end of the movie, when all the veggies were gone but one, a wicked idea had hit Jenna. Maybe the stressful days had worn away her senses, because Jenna found herself yanking her hand out of her shorts to grab the last piece of celery. She held it there in her pussy slicked finger tips. Waiting. The movie was almost over, and Jenna was almost happy that Trish hadn’t turned to beg for another treat.
    Jenna wasn’t sure if it was a devil or an angel watching over her, but some higher power suddenly made Trish turn. She smiled, so dazzling and pretty as always. And when she opened her mouth Jenna didn’t hesitate. Didn’t dare stop to question what she was doing. She stuck the celery into her mouth, and felt an electric thrill as Trish’s lips closed around her fingertips. 
    Trish froze, her eyes going wide. And Jenna knew she’d been caught.
    Something tickled her fingers, and it took Jenna a moment to realize that it was Trish’s tongue. Licking at her fingers. As Jenna pulled her hand back Trish closed her eyes and chewed, savoring it so much more than any of the other pieces.
    Had she realized what Jenna had done? Did Trish know what pussy tasted like? If she did then why would she be moaning like that and licking her lips? Or smiling and thanking Jenna for it?
    Surely it was nothing more than a piece of celery to her and Trish hadn’t caught on to the perverted thing Jenna had done. Because otherwise it meant that Trish had enjoyed the taste of her stepdaughter’s pussy on the snack and was keeping silent about it. Which was a possibility too maddening for Jenna to deal with.
    So as soon as the movie was over she’d bolted for her room, locked herself in and, after getting herself off twice to the memory, had called up some friends and made plans to get into a club. Her old fake ID should still work, and her purple skirt was small enough that it looked daringly slutty instead of bad fitting. With a tight blouse Jenna headed downstairs, needing only to get the keys.
    For safety sake she’d texted Trish, asking for permission to borrow her car to see her friends. Thankfully Trish had said yes, and as she snuck downstairs quiet as she could Jenna cheered when she saw the downstairs empty. She was just snatching the keys off the hook by the door when she heard footsteps behind her.
    “Jenna!” 
    Jenna sighed, prepared for another thrilling, loving hug, only those strong arms didn’t wrap around her. It took Jenna a moment to recognize that her name hadn’t been yelled with the same enthusiastic joy she’d gotten accustomed to.
    Trish’s upset voice sounded so strange after the last few pleasant days, but when Jenna turned she saw that it really was the old Trish back in full force, nose crinkled in displeasure and hands on her hips. “What are you wearing?”
    “I’m just going out to see friends.” Jenna found it easier to lie to this angry version of Trish, instead of the happy, sweet version she’d come to know.
    “Not dressed like that you’re not.”
    “It’s none of your-” But before she could get the last word out Trish moved quickly, all that athletic grace allowing her to cover three steps and snatch the keys out of Jenna’s hand before she could do anything about it.
    Jenna stared in disbelief as Trish held up the keys. “You are not going out unless you change, young lady.”
    “You are such a bitch!” Jenna stamped her foot, too angry to craft a better insult. Didn’t Trish realize she was doing this for her? That if she didn’t go find someone to screw some sense into her that she’d keep masturbating to thoughts of Trish, or try tricking Trish into following dog commands, or eating something else with the taste of Jenna’s pussy lingering on it? What was supposed to be a dumb prank had spiraled way too out of control, and Jenna needed to get this out of her system before she did something really dumb.
    But there was no way to explain all of that to Trish. Not when she was still wearing the dog collar, thinking it was some actually nice gift on Jenna’s part. That green crystal was still faintly glowing, staring down Jenna like an accusing eye. Reminding her of what she’d done.
    “You are grounded, young lady!” 
    The punishment snapped Jenna out of her swirling thoughts. Grounded? As in stuck in the house with Trish? That couldn’t happen.
    Stamping her foot, Jenna shouted, “Just give me the keys, Trish!”
    Trish opened her mouth to shout back when she suddenly went still. Her eyes fluttered, the anger draining out of her. The hand that had been holding up the keys swung down, hanging limp at her side. 
    “Trish?” Jenna asked, panic rising in her chest.
    But then Trish shook herself and she was awake again, as if nothing had happened. “Sorry, what did you say?”
    Jenna was at a loss of words. What the hell had that been? It was almost like she’d shut down or something.
    Trish looked down at herself and noticed the keys in her hand. She simply smiled and tossed the keys to Jenna, who yelped and barely managed to catch them. “There you go, Jenna.”
    “You… you’re giving me the keys?” She stared at the key ring in her hand as if it weren’t real.
    “Of course. You asked for them.”
    “But I thought you were angry about my clothes.”
    And instantly anger washed over Trish’s face, as if she really had forgotten until Jenna had mentioned it.
    “Of course I’m upset. You can’t wear something like that out. What will people think?”
    Hand closing around the keys, Jenna asked, “So then why would you give me the keys?”
    Trish scoffed. “You asked for the keys. I can give you the keys and be angry about your inappropriate clothes too.”
    “But why would you do it then?”
    “How many times do I have to say it? Because you asked.” Trish was explaining it as if it were the easiest thing in the world, but to Jenna it was like reality was glitching.
    Then her eyes floated to the collar around Trish’s throat.
    “I asked you for the keys and you gave them to me.” Jenna said the words slowly, tasting the illogical idea on her tongue.
    Yet it made perfect sense to Trish, who made a frustrated sound. “Yes, finally.”
    Jenna brought the keys to her chest, clutching them tight as insane ideas struck her. The way she’d been sneaking commands to Trish, and they’d always just happened to work. The strange enthusiastic mood that had seized Trish over the last two days. Climbing into her lap or sitting at her feet. Rushing to hug her any time she walked into a room.
    Every time she’d had the thought that Trish was behaving like a dog, only Jenna had always assumed that was her own perverted fantasies leaking through. But what had the clerk back in the store said? That the collar could train dogs subliminally. Teach them to obey.
    It wasn’t possible. And yet…
    “I’m serious now, Jenna.” Trish had her arms folded in front of her chest. “Go upstairs now and change or I’ll-”
    “Sit, Trish.”
    The words left Jenna’s lips and it was so obviously a mistake. Except to her shock Trish got that same blank look in her eyes again. Trish bent her knees and slipped down to sit on the floor, crossing her legs beneath her. Then her eyes focused back on Jenna, looking up at her angrily as if nothing had happened.
    “I mean it. Those clothes are unacceptable.”
    “You’re sitting on the floor,” Jenna said, numb.
    “So? That doesn’t excuse your behavior young lady.”
    So she was still angry, but had given over the keys instantly. Her mouth was dry as Jenna said, “There’s nothing wrong with my outfit, Trish.”
    The anger was washed right off of Trish’s face, replaced with a blank confusion as Trish blinked at her three times. One of Trish’s hands reached up to tug gently at the collar around her neck. Eyes unfocused, Trish muttered, “I guess there’s nothing wrong with your outfit.” Then Trish shook her head. Her brown eyes were clear again, but she was frowning. “I’m sorry, Jenna. I don’t know why I yelled at you like that. There’s nothing wrong with your outfit.”
    “Th-that’s fine,” Jenna replied, adrenaline coursing through her at what she’d seen. Trish had been ready to go into a screaming fit, and yet Jenna had defused her with one sentence. No, one command. She studied Trish curiously, who still sat cross legged on the floor. “Stand up, Trish.”
    Trish hopped up to her feet. This time she just did it normally. There was no trace of the weird blank look that had come over her the last few times. 
    Curious, Jenna said, “I want you to give me some money.”
    To which Trish just furrowed her brow and scowled. “Just because I’m not angry doesn’t mean I’ll give you money. You get your allowance at the end of the week just like we agreed.”
    ‘We’ll have to see about that,’ Jenna thought, wondering why that command hadn’t worked. Except it occurred to her that it hadn’t really been a command. She’d only said what she wanted Trish to do. Did that make a difference?
    This time Jenna straightened up and put authority into her voice. “Give me twenty bucks, Trish.”
    Trish’s scowl softened and her eyes went blank again. Like she was sleepwalking Trish turned and walked away. Jenna listened as Trish went into her room, rifled around a bit, then came back with a twenty dollar bill held out stiffly ahead of her. The whole time Trish’s eyes had that glassy, blank look about them. As soon as Jenna took the twenty from her head Trish shivered, snapping out of it. 
    “Thanks, Trish.” A dangerous smile was starting to grow on Jenna’s face.
    Trish blinked in confusion, then smiled. “Um, sure. I guess you need some money to go out.”
    It was curious. Did Trish know what she was doing? It sounded like she was trying to explain it to herself.
    “Do you know why you gave me this money, Trish?”
    Her stepmom rubbed her chin, and Jenna only wished she could hear what was going on in her head as Trish tried to make sense of what was happening. Jenna could barely believe what was happening. “I guess because you asked. Right?”
    “Sure, that’s why.”
    Trish relaxed, like she was relieved to have an explanation. “Oh good. Hope it’s enough.”
    Jenna’s grin only grew. “Actually I need more.”
    “Oh.” Trish started to wring her hands uncertainly. She’d given Jenna the twenty, but was apparently having trouble seeing a reason to give her any more. “I suppose you could get an advance on your allowance, maybe. But I don’t know if-”
    “Give me twenty bucks, Trish.”
    A contented smile spread on Trish’s lips as her eyes went blank again. She walked back into her room, and emerged a few seconds later with another twenty. The trance didn’t seem as pronounced this time as Trish simply blinked and her smile became more natural. “There, I hope that’s-”
    “Give me twenty bucks, Trish.”
    Oddly, this time Trish just shrugged. “Sure, Jenna.” There was no change in her expression at all. Even her gait was different as she walked to her room. The last two times she’d been stiff, almost robotic. This time Trish was wide awake and moving like normal as she came back with a twenty in her hand. “Here you go,” she said, even sounding chipper about it.
    Jenna took the twenty and added it with the others, frowning despite the money in her hand. Why wasn’t the trance working anymore? “Trish, why’d you give me the money just now.”
    “Well you asked,” Trish replied breezily. 
    “And you don’t think there’s anything strange about giving me money?”
    “Why? I give you money anytime you ask for it, after all.”
    That definitely had never been the case. Not until Jenna had commanded it from Trish. But she’d ordered her to get money three times. Had the repetition made it feel… natural for Trish?
    Did this mean she could just ask for money and Trish would give it to her anytime now? And Trish would simply accept that it was perfectly fine, despite all her strict arguments before this?
    Suddenly a chill went through Jenna. She’d changed Trish’s mind. Changed something fundamental that she’d believed. If she could do that to Trish’s ideas about money…
    What else could she train Trish to believe and do?
    Instantly her fantasies flooded into Jenna’s head. She saw Trish naked and leashed, happily panting on all fours. She saw Trish rolling over for her, showing off her body as she begged Jenna to touch her. She saw herself walking Trish outside, her stepmom completely nude for all to see. She saw Trish crawling over to her, whimpering and begging to eat out her owner’s pussy. Jenna’s pussy.
    Jenna realized that Trish was standing there, looking at her oddly. As if she were waiting for her to say something. A pet waiting for another command.
    “Trish…”
    At her name Trish smiled, standing a little taller. Ready to obey. Was this real?
    “Trish…”
    Strip for me, Trish.
    Kneel for me, Trish.
    Bark for me, Trish.
    Beg me to fuck you, Trish.
    Be my sex slave, Trish.
    Be mine forever, Trish.
    Anything Jenna wanted was just an order away. Jenna was stuck there, all of her perverted fantasies fighting to be the first out of her mouth. But then fear struck her. What if a command didn’t work?
    Or what if it did? Was she really going to take advantage of her stepmom and turn her into a sex slave?
    A week ago Jenna might have said yes. But now when she thought of her bitchy stepmom, Jenna remembered eating dinner with Trish and laughing at her stories. Or the talk they’d had when they went for that walk. The sweet Trish who said that she wanted to be better for Jenna. 
    Did Trish really deserve to be at the mercy of a selfish girl like her?
    Jenna clenched her fist, wincing as the keys dug into her palm. It focused her, and Jenna managed to stumble back to the door.
    “Go watch TV, Trish.”
    “Okay,” Trish replied with a grin, turning and heading off to the next room as if it had been her own idea. Jenna flung open the front door and was ready to run for it.
    But then she stopped herself. “Stop, Trish.”
    From the corner of her eye she saw Trish come to an immediate halt. Didn’t turn around to look at her. Just stopped, as commanded.
    Jenna gulped. But she had to hear it. Just once.
    “Trish, I want… Bark for me, Trish.”
    And Trish gave a loud, high pitched bark that made Jenna bite her lip and nearly collapse against the door frame. There had been no hesitation at all. She didn’t know if Trish’s hidden face looked embarrassed, or if she was acting as if it was totally normal to bark when someone asked.
    Or maybe Trish had that empty, vacant stare in her eyes as she’d given such an enthusiastic bark.
    Jenna slammed the door shut behind her. The possibilities buzzed in her head like a swarm of bees. Trish really was obeying her. Like the pet she’d wanted. It was impossible. 
    Was Trish playing her? It was a sobering thought. Maybe she’d figured out the dumb prank Jenna had been pulling and was turning it around on her. By pretending that she had to obey all of Jenna’s commands and giving her cash, or barking without hesitation. But how could any of that be Trish getting revenge on her?
    Still, it at least was a thought that made sense. Jenna almost believed it, too, until she glanced in the front window. There was Trish’s shadow, standing perfectly still. Right where Jenna had left her.
    Hastily Jenna opened the door and yelled, “Go watch TV or do whatever you wanna do, Trish.”
    The frozen Trish went back into motion, casually glancing over her shoulder to wave at Jenna. “Alright. Have fun with your friends!”
    Jenna slammed the door shut and slumped down to the front step, burying her head in her hands. Her stepmom had remained stopped in place. How long would she have remained like that? Jenna could only imagine Trish awake and confused, not moving from the spot and not knowing why. Or maybe she would have stayed in that weird trance as she remained still as a statue, her mind keeping itself blank to avoid questioning what she was doing. And all because Jenna had commanded her to stop without thinking things through.
    Jenna wanted to scream. She wanted to fuck herself silly. She wanted to go running off into the night and never come back.
    The truth was that Jenna didn’t know how to react to discovering that her most depraved fantasies were suddenly not just possible, but easily within reach. She only needed to give a command and it would be hers. 
    Jenna stared at the front door for a full minute, building up her courage. Then she ran to Trish’s car and drove off towards the club.
    She needed a drink.