The club was absolutely alive with banging music and a packed dance floor. Jenna’s friends were lost in the writhing pool of people, grinding and laughing and having the time of their lives.
    All while Jenna sat alone at their table, stooped in the corner and absently sipping her drink as she watched the dog training video on her phone. It was all in Korean, with no subtitles available, which meant that Jenna could only watch three minutes of a friendly looking woman explaining things in a language Jenna couldn’t understand to an amazed man, all while his dog did tricks on command. The video of the dog doing tricks on command was actually fairly impressive from what she could see. There was even a part where the dog fetched a trash bin and dragged it into another room, before it began picking up trash from the floor and dumping it into the bin. Jenna imagined the bit was probably staged to make the subliminal collar look good, but then she remembered how Trish had behaved earlier.
    The way she’d sat and stood on command, just like a dog.
    How she’d instantly handed over money, her resistance melting with each time until she was giving Jenna a twenty with a grin.
    And how she’d even barked without hesitation, simply because Jenna ordered it.
    There was no telling how powerful the dog collar might be. 
    The video ended and Jenna instantly hit the replay button, as if watching it for the tenth time would finally make everything clear. She was grinding her teeth on her straw, occasionally taking a sip that brought only brought up water from the melted ice, the alcohol long gone. But Jenna barely cared. She just kept staring at the weird dog collar in the spokeswoman’s hands. 
    Did they know it could work on people? Would they have even thought to test if it could?
    These thoughts just filled Jenna with more doubt. For all she knew Trish was only pretending to fuck with her head. Why she would do that, Jenna didn’t have a clue. But it was more likely than a magic collar that made Trish obey whatever Jenna told her.
    She wriggled in her seat, her panties long soaked through. Oh, the things she could tell Trish to obey.
    Jenna was so lost in the degrading pet fantasies that she never even noticed the cute girl that snuck up beside her. Not until she said, “That’s so cute!”
    Jenna practically fell out of her seat, and the cute girl just laughed. She had deep dimples in her cheeks and long frizzy hair. Not to mention a low cut dress that normally would have driven Jenna wild. Now Jenna just stared at her bewildered, so the cute girl pointed down at her phone. 
    “The dog picking up trash is so cute. I love cute pet videos like that. Did you see the one about the bird and the turtle in the pool?”
    “Um, I haven’t seen it,” Jenna muttered.
    The girl lit up. “Let me show you! You’ll love it!” She rooted around her purse for her phone, and it took Jenna a moment to realize that she was hitting on her. Here she was, hermited up in the back of the club, and a totally adorable girl who was definitely her type was chatting her up.
    Jenna should have been all over her. She was horny enough. She should have been squeezing next to the girl and cooing over cute pet videos, then asking her some questions, getting her onto the dance floor for some fun. Going back to her place to do whatever she wanted.
    Instead, Jenna saw this totally adorable girl who was definitely her type and could only picture Trish naked on the floor, crawling on all fours wearing nothing but a devoted smile and her collar. The collar that made her into Jenna’s pet.
    The cute girl had pulled out her phone, but Jenna waved her hand. Feeling like a total idiot she said, “Sorry, but I’m not really in the mood.”
    “Oh. Maybe next time.” The girl tried one last smile, and Jenna slumped in her chair as she finally walked away. 
    Jenna wiped a hand over her face and said, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Jenna? Go talk to the nice cute girl who’s NOT your stepmom.”
    Except she couldn’t. Not when there was the chance that the impossible daydreams plaguing her the last few days might actually be possible.
    It wasn’t even that it was Trish. Well, that was a lie. Jenna found Trish drop dead gorgeous. But maybe if it was someone else…
    Jenna conjured the cute girl back in her mind. This time she imagined the weird dog collar around her neck. Imagined the cute girl kneeling on command, barking happily and panting with her tongue out.
    It was truly amazing how quickly Jenna had adopted this new fetish. Not too long ago she would have declared anyone into this stuff a total pervert, and yet here she was, a total pervert getting wet at the thought of treating a stranger like a dog.
    But while it was hot, it wasn’t perfect. Because to make it come true Jenna would need to trick the girl into wearing the collar. Make her wear it long enough for it to sink in and change her like it had Trish. Doing that would basically be something a villain would do. Brainwashing people, like she was a bad guy in a movie.
    With Trish it had been an accident. Plus Trish had been a total bitch to her. Not necessarily the last few days, which had been nice, but before that she was unbearable. And it wasn’t like Jenna had planned for her to become totally obedient to her.
    Still, the fact was that Trish was totally obedient to her now. Through no fault of her own, Trish was potentially the perfect pet for her. Or maybe it was a trick. Or all in her head.
    The only way Jenna would know was if she tested it. Really tested it. The fantasies ran through her head and made her blush deeply. For that kind of stuff, she’d definitely need to get a lot more drunk.

 

~ ~ ~

 

    “I’m hooome,” Jenna sang as she stumbled in the door, weaving back and forth as she walked. Sure enough Trish came running, grinning with delight when she saw her. Just like a good doggie, Jenna thought with a giggle.
    “Hi Jenna! Did you have fun with your friends? I-” Trish was coming in for her customary hug, arms already out when she slowed to a stop. “Are you drunk?”
    “I sure am!”
    “You didn’t drive, did you?”
    Jenna blew a raspberry. “Course not. Ordered a ride. Left your car at the club. Have’ta fetch it in the morning.” Jenna broke into a grin and laughed. “Should make you do it. Go fetch,” she said, giggling uncontrollably now. When she looked up the nice Trish was gone. Instead it was the familiar bitchy and mean Trish ready to shout her head off.
    Only now Jenna had a way to deal with her strict stepmom. As long as she wasn’t crazy.
    “Young lady, it’s not appropriate for you to-”
    “I can be as drunk as I want, Trish.”
    Trish stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes lost focus. Her hands had been on her hips for the full stern posture, but now they slid off her hips and dangled by her sides.
    “It’s not… appropriate…” Trish muttered, sounding unconvinced.
    Jenna moved in close, grinning ear to ear. She was drunk on power, and also drunk on cheap booze, which a more sober Jenna would have realized was a bad combination. “I can be as drunk as I want to be, Trish,” she practically sang. She watched with delight as Trish slowly nodded, expression totally blank.
    “Of course. You can be… drunk as you want.” With that settled Trish blinked awake, shaking her head as if she’d dozed off momentarily. This time she looked to Jenna apologetically. “Sorry about that, Jenna. I don’t know what came over me.”
    Jenna didn’t hide her smug smile at all. “S’fine. I’m happy to tell you exactly how things are gonna be from now on.”
    “You’re actually pretty happy when you’re drunk,” Trish giggled, and Jenna giggled right along with her. Not only was Trish not mad, but now she was acting like it was normal for Jenna to be drunk around her. There was no way the old stick-up-her-butt Trish would have gone along with this even if it was a prank.
    “Heeey,” Jenna whined as she held out her arms. “Where’s my hug? You always hug me.”
    “Oh right.” Trish rushed in, more than happy to hug her stepdaughter like always. Only this time, Jenna let her face press right into Trish’s chest, diving into her perky breasts. Jenna felt Trish tense up, but she didn’t pull away. “Um, Jenna. You’re kind of-”
    Jenna mumbled something into her tits.
    “What’s that?”
    Jenna picked her head up, gasping for breath.
    “I said I can touch your boobs whenever I want, Trish.”
    Surely this would be the line. Jenna watched as Trish frowned. Her brow creased. She opened her mouth to say something stern.
    And then her eyes got that blank, faraway look that Jenna was coming to love. “You can…” Trish mumbled, not saying anything more.
    “I can touch your boobs whenever I want, Trish.”
    Now Jenna could actually feel Trish relaxing against her. The tension in her face smoothing away. Her eyes emptying of all thought, like she was hypnotized.
    “You can touch… my boobs.”
    Jenna smiled, but that wasn’t good enough. “I can touch your boobs whenever I want, Trish.”
    This time Trish went totally limp and at ease, almost sagging against Jenna. “You can touch my boobs whenever you want,” she agreed in an absent voice.
    Jenna looked down to Trish’s chest, lifting up a trembling, hesitant hand. It should be okay now. Trish was out of it, and the collar should have made her completely cool with being felt up now. And yet, Jenna still felt paralyzed to go through with it. Scared and nervous like a woman about to finally hook up with her crush. She didn’t know how long she stood there like that, one arm around Trish’s waist and a hand hovering just an inch or two away from Trish’s breast, too nervous to cross that short distance to the promised land.
    “What’s wrong?” Trish suddenly asked, taking Jenna by surprise. She hadn’t noticed her stepmom snap out of the trance. Trish was simply standing there beside Jenna, a slightly concerned look on her face. “Is something the matter, Jenna?”
    “Uhhh.” Jenna glanced at her hand, very obviously hovering over Trish’s left tit.
    “You can go ahead and touch, Jenna. Don’t be nervous.”
    Holy crap. Trish accepting that Jenna could feel her up was one thing, but the collar making Trish actively encourage Jenna to feel her up was a whole new side of things she hadn’t considered. Jenna stumbled back, the room spinning from all the possibilities filling her head. Also the alcohol in her bloodstream. She needed to sit down. Jenna headed past Trish, aiming for the nice comfy couch in the next room.
    “Jenna? Were you going to touch my boobs?” Trish asked, with all the casualness of asking what she was having for dinner.
    “What? Yeah, I’ll grab your tits later,” Jenna mumbled, still thinking.
    Trish smiled. “Okay! Whenever you want let me know.”
    Jenna wondered if that was true. Would Trish snap out of it, or come to her senses? Or would she really just let Jenna grope her whenever she felt like it? She’d have to figure it out… after a nap. Definitely too much to drink. Jenna’s eyes were slipping shut when all at once she remembered her mission. There was no way she could sleep without knowing if the collar really worked.
    “Trish! Come here!”
    “Okay!” Trish called from another room.
    “Wait. Stop, Trish!”
    The distant footsteps stopped immediately in place. Jenna started to smile and giggle. This would definitely prove things. “Strip naked and come here, Trish!”
    “What?”
    Jenna wasn’t sure if Trish was resisting or hadn’t heard, so she said louder this time, “Strip naked, Trish! Then come here, Trish!”
    She wasn’t sure if she needed to say Trish’s name with every command, but so far it had worked out. Jenna could try varying things up later. For now she needed to make her stepmom do something she would never do normally. Something that meant the dog collar really was messing with her head.
    But, as important as this was, Jenna also needed to sit because the room was still spinning. So Jenna very gracefully tilted over and collapsed down onto the couch. She snuggled in, already wanting to go to sleep. Only she was waiting for something. Something important. What was it?
    From nearby came Trish’s voice, sounding kind of nervous. “Um, here I am. You wanted to talk?”
    “I did?” Jenna opened her eyes and saw Trish’s head poking around a corner into the room. She was biting her lip and blushing hard, looking absolutely adorable. Jenna smiled at her, remembering how awesome it had been when Trish had sat right in her lap just hours ago on the couch. She wished she’d just let Trish cuddle up in her lap.
    Wait, the collar. She could just order Trish to do it!
    Jenna sat up on the couch and waved her hand, grinning as she said, “Come sit on me!”
    “I hardly think that’s appropriate,” Trish replied, blushing even deeper.
    “You sat in my lap before,” whined Jenna.
    “Well yes, but now I’m… It wouldn’t be appropriate since you made me… you know.”
    What was Trish talking about? Had she made her do something? Jenna’s drunken eyes lit up. That was right. She could make Trish do anything she wanted!
    “Come sit in my lap, Trish.”
    Despite how nervous she looked, Trish instantly walked the rest of the way around the corner, revealing that she was completely naked.
    Jenna’s eyes bugged open. The sudden sight of Trish’s lithe, athletic body completely nude made her instantly sober. Trish kept a hand over her chest and her crotch to hide the most important bits, but the fact that she was walking into the room with nothing on but the dog collar was more than enough to blow Jenna’s mind.
    “Why are you naked?”
    Trish blushed harder as she kept making small steps towards Jenna. “You, um, told me to strip.”
    “I did?”
    Trish nodded, still making her way to Jenna. “You yelled from the other room for me to strip and come see you. So, well, I stripped. And now I’m here.” With that Trish was standing directly over Jenna now, hands still covering herself. Jenna was just thinking of commanding her to put her arms away when Trish turned around, flashing her perfect ass for a moment before sitting down right in Jenna’s lap. And there she sat, nervous and blushing as she kept stealing glances to Jenna.
    Meanwhile Jenna was short-circuiting. Her stepmom was sitting naked on top of her. Her stepmom was sitting naked on top of her!
    It was enough to leave Jenna shivering there on the couch, feeling the warmth radiating from Trish’s bare ass into her lap.
    “So,” Trish said, but left it at that.
    “So?” Jenna asked.
    “So why did you ask me to strip and sit in your lap?”
    Jenna blinked at her. It felt fairly obvious why a horny lesbian would ask her hot stepmom to do all that, but apparently Trish was hoping for a different reason. Except she hadn’t needed a reason to obey the commands first.
    “You still did it, though.”
    “I’m not going to be rude and refuse,” Trish replied instantly. “I’m just wondering if there was a reason why.”
    “Why?” Jenna shrugged. “I wanted to see if you would.”
    “Oh.”
    “And it looks like you will.”
    Trish looked down at herself. She still had one hand across her chest, and her legs crossed to hide her crotch from view. “I guess I did. Honestly I’m surprised. I’m usually more shy.”
    “You, shy?” Jenna snorted. “You walk around all day in tight shorts and tank-tops.”
    “That’s different. Obviously I’m comfortable with my body, but not being fully naked in front of people. I don’t even like having the lights on during sex.”
    “Really?”
    “I know, it’s embarrassing. I always dreaded changing in the locker rooms after practice. I always figured I’d get more comfortable about it, but I guess I never did.”
    “Be comfortable being naked, Trish.”
    Trish acted like she hadn’t heard her. Her eyes glazed over, staring off at nothing across the room. But like before when she went into the trance, her arms fell limp at her sides. Which meant Jenna got a full glimpse of her stepmom’s petite tits. At least she saw them from the side, but it was enough to take her breath away.
    It was partly to see Trish naked, but also Jenna was curious if the collar could override a mental block that someone had lived with for decades.
    “Be comfortable being naked, Trish,” she said again for emphasis. Jenna waited, tense and nervous with her stepmom’s bare ass pressing down on her lap. After a few moments Trish shook herself awake. She looked down and saw Jenna beneath her, but wasn’t alarmed by it at all. Or by the fact that she was naked. Trish didn’t even bother throwing an arm over her chest. She simply sat there on top of Jenna, staring at herself.
    “Feel more comfortable now?”
    Trish looked at Jenna, her eyes wide with wonder. “I am! Like, I’m naked, but I don’t care? It just feels… whatever. How’d you do that?”
    “Guess I have that effect on people,” Jenna snickered. “So, would you show me your tits?”
    Trish twisted around, turning so that Jenna had a full on view of her chest. Jenna only swooned a little bit.
    “Wow. You… you’re gorgeous.”
    “Thank you,” Trish said with a laugh, still comfortably posing. “It’s so weird how normal this feels now. I mean, I don’t think a stepmom should be flashing her stepdaughter, like that feels like it should be wrong, but also it feels normal?”
    “Well, normally it’s frowned upon in society. But it’s cool for you to be naked with me. We’re special.”
    “Oh okay!” Trish lit up with a smile, happy to accept that.
    “Soooo can I see your pussy?”
    “Jenna,” her stepmom said with a shake of her head. “Of course you can. You just said we’re special after all.”
    It was like the gates of heaven opening up before her. Trish swung a leg up and over Jenna, pivoting in her lap so that her legs were spread right before her. And Jenna could have wept as she saw the most beautiful pussy in the world before her, with an adorable little patch of hair above it.
    What really got Jenna’s attention was how wet she looked.
    “Trish, are you horny?”
    “No,” she replied easily, matter of fact.
    Jenna deflated a little. “Oh.”
    “I was horny before, because sitting on you naked felt really wrong and hot. But now it feels perfectly comfortable.”
    “Wait, you were horny sitting on me before?”
    “Yup, but that’s gone now so it’s all cool.”
    Jenna slapped her forehead. That was one opportunity squandered. Then again, she could just make Trish think it’s wrong and hot again. Or make her enjoy being naked for her. Both ideas were hot, but Jenna realized she still wasn’t going after what she really wanted. What she needed to see.
    To make Trish act like her obedient sexy pet.
    Jenna took a deep breath, a wicked smile spreading on her face. “Sit, Trish.”
    Trish just raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m already sitting on you.”
    “I meant sit on the floor, Trish.”
    “Alright.” Trish hopped off of Jenna’s lap and sat cross-legged on the floor, uncaring about her nudity in front of Jenna.
    “Not like that,” Jenna muttered, sitting up on the couch to focus. “You have to sit like a dog.”
    “Why would I do that?”
    It was the moment of truth. Jenna looked into her stepmom’s innocent brown eyes and told her, “Because you’re a dog, Trish. You’re my dog, Trish. You’re my pet, Trish. You’re my obedient, loving pet, Trish. I’m your owner, Trish. You’re my dog now, Trish.”
    Jenna stopped her rambling with a gasp. She hadn’t meant to say all of that, but once she saw the look on Trish’s face she wasn’t able to stop herself.
    At first Trish had laughed, like it was a joke. But with each statement her expression went slack. Her eyes glazed over, just as they did earlier. She was listening. Absorbing the information. Accepting the truth. And once she knew that Jenna had kept going.
    For good measure she repeated, “You’re my pet, Trish.”
    And Trish shivered ever so slightly. She blinked a few times, the spacey, faraway gaze vanishing. Trish snapped out of it, and smiled at Jenna. “I know, Jenna.”
    Jenna’s heart raced. “What do you know?”
    And Trish gave the sweetest smile as she said, “That I’m your pet, of course.”
    “You’re my pet?”
    “I just said that, silly,” Trish replied with a giggle.
    Jenna raised an eyebrow at that. Her pet shouldn’t be talking back in that manner. She’d just have to fix that then.
    “I needed to make sure, since you’re such a dumb pet, Trish.”
    Trish gasped. “What?” 
    “You’re a dumb pet, Trish.”
    Trish froze with her mouth open a bit, her eyes going blank for just a moment. Then she pouted, uncertain. “I’m dumb?”
    “You’re a dumb pet, Trish. But I like my cute pets dumb.”
    Jenna watched as Trish relaxed, a relieved smile on her face. “Oh good. I didn’t know I was dumb,” she giggled.
    “Well it’s not like you would know. You’re just a pet after all.”
    The naked woman in front of her nodded and smiled. “Yup, I’m just a pet.”
    “And do you know what it means to be a pet?”
    Trish opened her mouth but hesitated. She tugged at her collar with a nervous finger as she closed her eyes and thought hard. Finally she looked up at Jenna, frowning apologetically. “I’m sorry, Jenna, I don’t know.”
    “So you know you’re a pet, but not what pets do?”
    Trish nodded. “I’m definitely a pet, but no.” She gave a small smile. “I’m dumb, remember?”
    “It’s okay,” Jenna said as she leaned in closer. “I’ll train you to be the best pet I can.”
    Saying such a thing to her stepmother should have gotten her grounded, but instead Trish just gave the most grateful smile. “Oh please! I wanna be a good pet.”
    “Good girl.”
    Jenna shuddered. She finally said it out loud. The thing she’d been wanting to call Trish all week, and now she was free to just do it. 
    But even better, when she said it Trish trembled. The older woman sucked in a breath as she began to blush.
    Trish liked it.
    “Good girl,” Jenna said again, this time even reaching out and petting Trish on the head. Again Trish trembled, biting her lip as she pressed her head up against Jenna’s hand. Trish even let out a little moan.
    “You like being my good girl, don’t you Trish?”
    “Yeah,” muttered Trish, eyes closed as she kept nuzzling up against Jenna’s hand.
    “It turns you on to be my good girl.”
    Trish froze. Her eyes snapped open. She looked up at Jenna, confused.
    Had she pushed things too far?
    Jenna studied Trish curiously. She was squirming slightly, like she was trying to hide it. And there wasn’t any anger on her face, like she was offended by what Jenna said. Instead it looked like a mix of guilt and shame.
    “It does turn you on to be my good girl. Doesn’t it, Trish?”
    Trish bit her lip and said nothing.
    “Speak, Trish.”
    “I get horny and feel good whenever you call me good girl,” she instantly confessed, then clapped a hand over her mouth.
    So it’s not that Trish was resisting the suggestion. She’d just been shocked to realize it was true.
    “It’s okay. You can be horny for me, pet.”
    Trish shook her head, but not forcefully. “But that’s wrong. I’m your stepmom.”
    “Trish,” Jenna said, a new idea hitting her. “Are you my pet?”
    This time Trish had no hesitation. She smiled broadly and said, “Of course, Jenna. Even a dumb pet like me remembers that.”
    “That’s right. You’re not my stepmom, you’re my pet.”
    Trish started to frown, but Jenna didn’t give her the chance to argue back.
    “Normally you’re my stepmom. But right now you’re my pet, Trish. Which means you’re not my stepmom right now, Trish. So you can just focus on being my pet. And know that I’m your owner, Trish.”
    Jenna kept her hand on top of Trish’s head, softly petting her as she spoke. Trish’s eyes fluttered, and she relaxed.
    “Not… your stepmom,” she whispered. “Just your pet. And you’re…” Trish opened her eyes, grinning as she gazed up at Jenna. “You’re my owner.”
    “That’s right. So you can be as horny as you want for your owner, Trish.”
    “Horny as I want,” Trish muttered, her eyes glazing slightly. Her hand slid down her toned stomach and rested between her thighs. She didn’t touch herself, but she was close.
    “You can be horny for me, Trish.”
    “Yes.”
    “You can be wet for me, Trish.”
    “Yes.” Her fingers twitched. Moved closer to her pussy.
    “You can be sexy for me, Trish.”
    “Sexy.” Trish slid one finger along her pussy. She gasped and moaned softly, eyes still blankly staring ahead.
    “You want to be a sexy pet for me, Trish.”
    “Sexy pet,” she moaned and kept rubbing her clit.
    “You want to turn me on, Trish.”
    Trish just whimpered at that.
    “It’s okay to turn me on, Trish. You want to make me happy, Trish. You want to make me cum, Trish.”
    All Trish let out was a high pitched whine like a kettle whistling quietly. She was rubbing herself frantically now. Jenna was about to keep going when she saw the dumb, empty gleam in Trish’s eyes. She was totally out of it.
    So Jenna pulled her hand back and watched as Trish sagged. Her head flopped down to her chest. She even listed to the side, still whining softly as she toppled over to the floor, with no reaction but to keep touching herself.
    Jenna watched raptly, too turned on to even remember to touch herself too. She wanted to burn this moment into her memory.
    After about thirty seconds, during which Trish definitely started to drool, her eyes finally cleared. Trish groaned and lifted her head, confused. But when she saw Jenna her focus sharpened. Trish’s eyes were wide in what Jenna could only call pure adoration.
    “Jenna,” her stepmom said, using her name so reverently. Trish gulped. “Jenna, how can I turn you on?”
    The answer should have been so easy to say, only Jenna was so floored to have Trish even ask that question that she was stunned silent. She slumped back onto the couch, simply staring in wonder.
    But that wasn’t good enough for Trish. She hastily picked herself off the floor and flung herself against Jenna’s legs. “Please, Jenna. I wanna… I need to turn you on. I need to be sexy for you. So how can I make you happy, Jenna?”
    Where to start with that? Jenna’s mouth was dry, so the word she spoke came out as a cough.
    Trish leaned in, so eager to hear. “What was that?”
    “Owner,” Jenna croaked.
    Trish cocked her head, just like a confused dog.
    “Call me Owner.”
    Understanding dawned on Trish, who smiled with delight. “Of course. I’m sorry I’m such a dumb pet I didn’t think of that myself. I’ll be better, I promise.” Trish squeezed Jenna’s legs, hugging tight and pressing her bare tits against Jenna’s knees. And with a look that was completely sultry and undeniably, purposefully sexy, Trish asked, “So how can I turn you on, Owner?”
    It was better than Jenna had ever imagined it would be.