“So how can I turn you on, Owner?”
    Such an absolutely beautiful question. Especially when it was uttered by your gorgeous stepmom as she was practically humping your leg. In fact, that was the perfect place for her to start.
    “Hump my leg,” Jenna commanded.
    Trish smiled a naughty smile and nodded. “Yes, Owner,” she said as she shifted to properly straddle one of Jenna’s legs. 
    Jenna felt the warm, wet touch of Trish’s pussy against her leg and shuddered. Trish simply shut her eyes and moaned, long and loud as she began to grind herself up and down. “Oh Owner, you feel so good. I want you so much.”
    Jenna had to bite her finger to contain herself. Trish was rubbing herself up and down Jenna’s leg with slow, sensual grace, all while whispering how much she wanted her. It was incredibly hot, but not the fantasy that Jenna had.
    “Faster,” she panted. “Hump my leg like a dog, Trish.”
    At that, Trish hesitated. Her thighs clamped around Jenna’s leg as she gave Jenna an uncertain, almost embarrassed look. In that moment Jenna wanted to back off, feeling ridiculous for even making such an embarrassing request. But the collar would make Trish obey. It had gotten her this far.
    So Jenna held her tongue and kept a level gaze at Trish. And seeing that her owner meant it, Trish blushed hard and started to outright hump her leg. It was clumsy and awkward; Trish clearly felt embarrassed about it. Gone were the sensual moans and the dirty talk, which Jenna realized were probably just said to turn her on. Now Trish was genuinely blushing, genuinely whimpering at the pleasure she felt humping her owner’s leg. Just like a dog.
    It was exactly what Jenna wanted. Her fantasies of degrading her bitchy stepmom hadn’t cooled, exactly. Instead they’d had the rough edges sanded away. Trish had shown how nice she could be, and Jenna was surprised at how much she actually kinda liked her stepmom now. But she still wanted to make Trish her sex pet. Needed it to happen.
    So her fantasies had shifted along with her attitude. Instead of the cruel, mocking treatment Jenna had started from, now she looked at Trish and just wanted to tell her what a good girl she was. To put a leash on her collar and lead her around, excited to show off her beautiful pet. She still wanted to see Trish embarrassed to act like a dog, but it was less a punishment now. Instead Jenna wanted to see Trish do all of this just to please her.
    Just like she was doing now.
    “That’s perfect,” Jenna whispered, her hands softly rubbing along her chest.
    Trish had her eyes shut as she humped her owner’s leg, but now she opened them and was almost surprised to see how much Jenna enjoyed it. “You like it?”
    “I love it,” Jenna promised.
    Trish shivered against her, and now she began humping her leg with more passion. Unrestrained need. Like a horny bitch in heat.
    “Hump my leg like a bitch in heat.”
    Trish whimpered and kept going. Her pace didn’t change at all, but now it was clear Trish was thinking of herself in those terms. Cheeks flushed red, Trish knew she was humping her stepdaughter’s leg like a bitch in heat.

    Jenna wanted to fuck herself so bad. But for some reason she held off, only cupping her tits instead. Her nipples were poking clearly through her blouse, and the friction of the fabric against her skin was lovely. She was more focused but Jenna still felt the hazy pull of the alcohol on her mind. If she gave in and started touching she’d probably lose all control. And she wanted to savor this moment as much as she could.
    “What are you, Trish?”
    Trish was snapped out of her embarrassed need. She kept humping away, but looked up at Jenna to say, “I’m your pet.”
    Jenna kept staring at her expectantly.
    “I… I’m your dumb pet.”
    “Yes you are,” cooed Jenna, and it was wonderful to watch Trish actually tremble in pleasure at that. “But let me be more specific for my dumb pet to get it. You’re a bitch in heat. Now, what are you humping my leg like?”
    “I…” Trish’s face grew even redder.
    “Tell-” Jenna cut herself off. She could have simply commanded it, and Trish would have said anything. Which was hot, but Jenna wanted to hear her say it herself, knowing it wasn’t an automatic reply caused by the collar. “I want you to tell me what you are right now.”
    It wasn’t quite a command, and Trish didn’t respond instantly. Instead Trish stopped humping, her powerful thighs clamping around Jenna’s leg like a vice. She was shaking, lip trembling, as she looked up at Jenna and said, voice full of shame, “A bitch in heat.”
    Jenna hissed in a breath, satisfaction and pleasure filling her.
    “Again. Please.”
    Maybe Trish saw just how much Jenna enjoyed it, because she cleared her voice and said louder, “I’m a bitch in heat, owner.”
    Jenna squeezed her tits and shook. It wasn’t an orgasm, it couldn’t be. You couldn’t cum just from hearing your stepmom tell you that she was a bitch in heat. Could you?
    When Jenna opened her eyes she found Trish waiting, face bright red. “Did you like that, owner?”
    “Yes. Oh fuck yes.”
    Trish began to smile. “So you want me to be a bitch in heat?”
    Absolutely she did. Only, it wasn’t all Jenna wanted, just a fragment of it. She needed to be explicit. So Jenna peeled her hands off of her big tits and leaned forward. Trish instantly rose up to meet her until they were nose to nose, making Jenna think she was going to kiss her. But she only waited, eyes wide and shining.
    So Jenna kissed her. She moaned against Trish’s plump lips. And Trish kissed her back, with so much passion it was like she’d been wanting to do it for years. Jenna knew it was the collar, that she’d changed Trish to be completely desperate to please her, but it was still a truly magical kiss.
    When Jenna finally pulled away she saw Trish panting, waiting eagerly. “Tell me what you want, Owner. I’ll do anything.”
    So Jenna told her. “I want you to act like a dog for me.”
    Trish’s brow furrowed. “But I’m already your pet.”
    “You’re my dog.”
    Trish nodded. 
    “So act like it. Bark. Crawl around on all fours. Wag your ass when you’re happy and roll over on command and do any tricks I tell you to do. Just… be a dog for me, Trish.”
    Her stepmom was quiet for a while, absorbing all that. Now it was Jenna’s turn to flush with embarrassment, waiting to hear her reaction. Finally, Trish simply nodded her head and asked, “And would that turn you on?”
    “So much.”
    Which was all Trish needed to hear, apparently. Because she slid back away from Jenna. Peeled herself off of Jenna’s leg as she crawled backwards, moving to her hands and knees. And then Trish gave a bark.
    Jenna watched in amazement as Trish started to sway her ass back and forth. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth as she panted like a dog would. Trish barked again and kept panting. All with the collar tight around her neck, the green gem glowing.
    “Good girl,” Jenna whispered.
    Trish shuddered and whined. She gave a plaintive, needy bark.
    “You’re a good girl, Trish.”
    Trish let out a few happy barks, clearly pleased. Then she hung her head, blushing. “Um, Owner?”
    “Yes, Trish?”
    “Um, I don’t know what else to do.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Trish was shifting back and forth on her hands and knees. “Well, I’m on all fours. And I barked.”
    Jenna smiled. “And you look amazing doing it.”
    Trish still looked nervous, but now her ass was wagging behind her. “Thank you, Owner. I mean, what else should I do now?”
    “You just keep doing that.”
    “For how long?”

    “As long as I want,” Jenna said simply. “I want you to be my dog like this for as long as I want.”
    “Oh.”
    Trish’s eyes widened with understanding. That this wasn’t just a sexy gimmick or a bit of foreplay. This was what Jenna got off on. What she really wanted from her. So Trish went right back to panting and wagging her ass.
    It was probably hard for her to understand just how hot this was for Jenna. After all, she’d probably never even considered fantasies about pet play before. So it was sweet how much Trish wanted to please her.
    But clearly she needed some help and direction from Jenna if she was going to keep this up. Luckily for her, Jenna was more than happy to train her new pet.
    “Sit, Trish.”
    Instantly Trish obeyed, only she once again slid her legs beneath her to sit cross-legged, like a person would. She did it without hesitation or thought, just as the collar primed her to do. Which really was Jenna’s mistake that she hadn’t understood. After all, it was obvious Trish would default to acting like a human, when she’d been doing it all her life.
    “Sit like a dog.”
    Somehow leaving her name out really did have an impact. It was still a command, but Jenna could see Trish reacting to it and thinking about it, instead of instant obedience. How exactly did the collar work? 
    Trish got up from the floor and awkwardly tried to squat down, keeping her bent legs in front of her, sitting the way a dog would. She had to think about her actions, consider it as she obeyed, and somehow that was hotter to Jenna.
    Not just that Trish did it, but that she wanted to do it for her.
    “Good girl,” Jenna said, and the collar clearly provided some pleasure to Trish at the approval. “For the rest of the night, when I tell you to sit I mean to sit like a dog. You’re my dog now, after all.”
    Trish nodded. “That makes sense. I mean, yes Owner!”
    “Good girl. And when I tell you to speak, what will you do?”
    “Speak?” Trish’s eyebrows raised in understanding. “I’ll speak like a dog. So, bark?”
    “That’s right. Now speak.”
    Trish let out a loud bark, her nude body shivering with delight.
    “Good girl. Such a good dog.”
    Trish squirmed, still sitting like a dog. “Thank you, Owner,” she mumbled, clearly embarrassed but enjoying herself.
    “Who’s my good dog?” Jenna asked teasingly.
    “I am,” replied Trish, though she didn’t sound completely convinced. Jenna would have to help with that.
    “Listen to me closely, Trish.”
    Instantly Trish’s attention sharpened. Jenna could feel Trish focusing on her intently, her body rigid.
    “I am your owner. You are whatever I say you are. You’re my pet because I told you that you were my pet. You’re my dog because I said you were my dog. Understand?”
    “Yes, Owner,” replied Trish in a quiet, intense voice.
    “From now on when I phrase a question like ‘who’s my good whatever,’ I’m talking about you. Whatever I say is what you will be, and you’ll know that’s what you are now. You’ll be that for me, and happily accept it as you respond by telling me what you are. Do you understand?”
    “I think so,” Trish mumbled, her brow creasing with focus. Jenna wasn’t sure if she was even blinking. “When you asked who your good dog was, you wanted me to know that I was your good dog and to say that I was your good dog.”
    “Exactly. And if I asked who my good slut was?”
    With no hesitation the incredibly focused Trish replied, “I would know you were talking about me, so I would know I was your good slut. I would be your good slut for you. I would tell you I was your good slut.”
    “Perfect,” Jenna said, hardly able to believe that had worked. She waited for Trish to relax, but she remained pointedly fixated on Jenna. “You can relax now, Trish.”
    The spell broke. Trish sagged with whatever effort she’d been putting into focusing. She shook her head, frowning slightly. “Um, did you say something, Owner?”
    Jenna watched her curiously. “What do you remember me saying?”
    Trish simply blinked at her, an oddly drained look on her pretty face. “I was barking for you. And you told me to sit like a dog.” As she said that Trish straightened up, sitting properly like a dog again as if she’d forgotten to. “You asked me who your good dog was and I-” Trish’s eyes widened. She shuddered. Then she smiled and in a cheerful voice told Jenna, “I’m your good dog.”
    That seemed to have done the trick. Just to be sure, Jenna leaned forward with a grin and asked, “Who’s my good dog?”
    “I’m your good dog!” Trish replied happily, squirming as she remained sitting like a dog begging for a treat. 
    “Who’s my dumb pet?”
    “I’m your dumb pet,” Trish moaned back, a dazed smile spreading on her face. It was a subtle change in her eyes, but Jenna could swear Trish looked dumber just for having said it.
    Being able to change Trish’s mind, her personality, with just a few words. It was more amazing than just getting Trish to obey anything she said. This opened up real possibilities.
    But those were ideas she’d investigate later. For now, Jenna needed to see her new pet do some tricks. She’d been fantasizing about this opportunity for days and wasn’t going to let it pass her by.
    “Speak, Trish.”
    “Yes, Owner!” responded Trish instantly. Then she had the briefest glimpse of surprise before she let out a loud bark.
    At least Trish remembered she was meant to act like a dog, but a direct command left her under the influence of the collar. Which made her respond the way she normally would, with complete obedience. So she’d have to be careful about how she said things.
    “Speak, pet.”
    This time Trish was able to smile before she let out a happy, “Arf!”
    “Speak, dog.”
    More happy barks.
    “Speak, Trish.”
    “Yes, Owner! Arf!”
    “Roll over.”
    Trish let out a bark, then blushed in embarrassment as she realized that wasn’t the command given. She looked around herself uncertainly, then rolled over onto her side, the way a dog would. It was awkward for her but the athletic Trish managed to make it look easy anyway.
    “Roll over, pet.”
    This time Trish was more sure of herself as she rolled back to the left where she started.
    “Good girl!”
    Trish wagged her ass and gave a few barks.
    “Now roll onto your back.”
    Trish spun around a bit and slid to the floor, resting down on her back with her arms and legs out. Then, as she glanced up at Trish, she put her hands up to her sides and lifted her legs, the same way a dog would keep their legs up on their back. Trish looked absolutely adorable like this, tongue out panting, and the fact that her pussy was completely in the open for Jenna to appreciate was just a bonus. What other tricks should she make her new pet do?
    “Circle around the room, Trish.”
    The puppy-like happiness on Trish’s face froze. Jenna wondered if she’d said something wrong when she recognized the blank look in Trish’s eyes. Silently Trish stood up from the floor and began stiffly walking around the room. Once she made a full lap the blank look cleared. Trish shook her head and crouched down, quickly getting back to sitting like a dog.
    “Pet, I want you to go around the room for me.”
    “Okay, Owner.” This time Trish tilted forward and fell to all fours. She began to crawl around the room, panting like a dog and wagging her ass when she passed by Jenna. It was obvious she was having an awkward time moving on all fours, but Jenna could also see how much her pet was trying to put on a good show for her. Trish was acting like a good dog for her. Because Trish knew it turned her on.
    “God you’re so hot,” Jenna said, and across the room Trish wagged her ass a little faster. “I’ve wanted this all week. I know it’s fucked up but I’m so happy you’re doing this for me and you’re such a sexy fucking dog.”
    Trish was crawling her way back around the room to Jenna, and she wore the biggest grin as she did. “I don’t mind, Owner. I want to do anything to turn you on. I’ll happily be your dog.”
    It was the earnestness in her brown eyes that finally broke Jenna. Seeing how her brainwashed stepmom meant every word she said. Jenna couldn’t stand it. She had to cum.
    Jenna reached under her dress to yank down her panties, struggling the whole time. Sitting in one place and focusing on Trish it had been easy to forget just how much she’d had to drink, but even standing up enough to slide her panties down had almost made Jenna tilt over and fall off the couch. Trish sat like a dog and watched the whole time Jenna drunkenly struggled with her panties. She’d simply gone back to the same place as before and posed like a pet: alert and waiting to be told what to do.
    Once Jenna finally got her panties free she realized just how soaked they’d become. She didn’t think it was possible for one person to get this wet. She balled the wet fabric up to toss aside, only to notice that Trish was staring at her panties. Her head had turned, eyes locked onto the panties. The same way a dog would stare longingly at a tennis ball.
    Which is when Jenna got a very dumb idea, and giggled to herself as she decided to do it anyway. What’s the point of having a mind controlled stepmom if you didn’t make her do dumb things to prove her obedience?
    “Hey Triiish,” Jenna called, waving her hand holding her panties. Trish straightened up. Jenna tossed the wadded up panties across the room and yelled, “Go fetch!”
    Trish gasped. Her face was bright red. Apparently this might have been one humiliating trick too far.
    But Jenna knew how to help her feel comfortable with it.
    “Go fetch my panties, Trish.”
    The ashamed look on Trish’s face melted to blank obedience as she stood up.
    “Stop, Trish.”
    Trish froze, eyes blank.
    “Go fetch my panties the way a dog would, Trish.”
    Her face remained just as blank, but Trish instantly dropped back to the floor and began to crawl her way across the room. This time it was stiff, robotic crawling, with none of the cute panting or tail wagging that Trish had done before. She was completely in the trance as she crossed the room. Then Jenna squealed with delight as Trish, with no hesitation in her blank state, bent her head down and picked the panties up off the floor with her mouth. 
    Jenna slid her dress up and felt the air on her soaked pussy as she began to touch herself. How could she not start rubbing herself when her glassy eyed stepmom was crawling towards her with panties dangling from her mouth?
    Trish crawled right up to the edge of the couch, right between Jenna’s legs. She was inches away from Jenna’s cunt, with Jenna’s fingers sliding gracelessly up and down along her slit, and Trish showed not the slightest sign of awareness. She just sat there for a few seconds, offering the panties in her mouth to Jenna.
    And with the command fulfilled, the trance faded just like the other times. Which meant Trish came back to awareness to find herself suddenly in front of Jenna’s masturbation. The way her expression went from shock to embarrassment to joy. Then to lust. Trish moaned through the panties in her mouth, her body trembling as she gazed at her stepdaughter’s cunt. The cunt that she’d been conditioned to crave.
    Trish was so absorbed in staring that she was surprised when Jenna yanked the panties out of her mouth.
    “Good girl, Trish.”
    Trish whimpered, blushing even more as she saw what had been in her mouth. Poor Trish probably hadn’t even realized. But she licked her lips all the same. “Um, owner. Can I… Can I please…”
    Jenna knew what she wanted. She wanted it too. But Jenna still wanted her pet to know her place.
    Which is why she balled up her panties again and tossed them across the room. “Go fetch my panties like a dog, Trish.”
    This time as Trish began to go blank she shook her head. Snapped herself out of it. Trish looked at the panties across the room and grinned. “Yes, Owner.” She gave a bark and crawled across the room, just because she knew it was what Jenna wanted.
    The other times Trish had needed to follow a command once or twice in trance before she accepted it, but this time Trish took naturally to the command. Maybe because she got a front row seat to seeing just how much Jenna had gotten off on it. It was obvious that Trish was willing to follow the humiliating command now, though, as she picked the panties up with her mouth. Trish spun around and crawled her way back to Jenna, shaking her ass behind her as the dangling panties swung from her mouth.
    Jenna kept rubbing at herself faster, moaning openly now.
    “Gooood girl. Such a good dog. Who’s my good dog?”
    Trish had almost made it back to the couch, but as soon as Jenna asked her that her mouth opened and dropped the panties to the floor. “I’m your good dog, Owner,” Trish replied instantly. She smiled, then remembered her current task and gasped. She scooped Jenna’s panties off the floor and hurried back over to her.
    Jenna reached for the panties, only this time Trish didn’t let go. She clamped her teeth down on the fabric as Jenna tried to pull them back. The fabric went taut, and Trish shook her head, trying to take the panties back the same way a dog would fight over a toy.
    Jenna just stared in open awe. Trish was shaking her head, eyes full of glee as she shook the panties back and forth to get them back from Jenna. She really was acting like a dog now. All for her. Trish was her pet.
    “Oh fuck it,” Jenna mumbled as she opened her legs wide. “Trish.”
    Trish went still, panting through her teeth as she held onto the stretch fabric of the panties. Then her eyes dipped down to Jenna’s cunt. Trish hissed in a breath and her jaw dropped, releasing the panties.
    “Eat me out,” Jenna begged. “Make me cum.”
    Trish stared in open awe. Slowly she nodded her head. “Yes, Owner.”
    Then all hesitation vanished as Trish dove right in. Jenna wasn’t sure if Trish had ever eaten out a girl before, but either she’d had practice or was very motivated, because her tongue began to do amazing things to her cunt. Jenna gripped the sides of the couch and groaned in ecstasy, practically melting as Trish ate her out. As her pet ate her out.
    “Good dog. Good dog. Good dog!” Jenna whined. Trish’s tongue was so deep inside of her, as if she knew exactly where Jenna liked it best. Or maybe Jenna was just so horny and worked up that anything felt like pure bliss. And how could it not be pure bliss when Jenna looked down to see Trish wagging her ass back and forth as she ate out her owner?
    It felt like no time at all before Jenna was cumming. She didn’t mean to. She’d wanted to last longer. But she was moaning and the room was spinny and suddenly she knew she was cumming, the wave already cresting over her.
    “Triiiish!” She sang her stepmom’s name as she came.
    Trish’s tongue slowed as Jenna shook with aftershocks from her orgasm. It slid gently up and down her pussy lips, teasing her with little kisses as Jenna was left panting and speechless. Then slowly Trish backed away, crouching like an obedient dog as she waited for her next command.
    “Fuck,” Jenna huffed. “Fuck.” She blinked, trying to focus on Trish. “You really did that. You made me cum.”
    “You told me to, Owner,” replied Trish, as if eating out her stepdaughter were the most natural thing in the world.
    “You’re perfect.”
    “Thank you, Owner. You trained me, so I’m glad I could be perfect.”
    Jenna smiled. She really had trained Trish. And she could keep training her. This could be their new daily routine. Dog commands anytime Jenna felt like being amused. Orgasms on demand from Trish’s eager tongue. Making her stepmom pose for her. She could even make Trish wear anything she wanted.
    Jenna broke into a giggling fit, realizing that she was going to be one of those owners that dressed up their pets in cute outfits.
    As she laughed Jenna felt something nuzzle against her knee, and looked down to see Trish pressing her face against her leg. There was a look of concern there as Trish asked, “Are you okay, Owner?”
    “I’m great. I’m amazing. Thank you, Trish.” Jenna reached out and grabbed Trish’s ponytail, pulling her in for a kiss. It felt so natural now. Trish’s body was all hers. As she kissed her pet Jenna lifted a hand and began to play with Trish’s perky tits. And of course Trish offered no resistance. She belonged to Jenna.
    Jenna could even touch her pussy if she wanted. 
    Jenna began to slide a hand down Trish’s abs. She felt Trish go rigid against her. Only when Jenna pulled back to look she saw that Trish wasn’t uncomfortable; instead her face was bright red and her eyes were pleading. She was stiff with anticipation for Jenna to touch her cunt, which was very obviously dripping.
    It was the sheer desperation on Trish’s face that made Jenna smile and pull her hands back, leaving Trish’s pussy untouched. “Tomorrow I’ll finger you, Trish. Maybe. If I feel like it.”
    Trish whined but nodded. “Yes, Owner. Can I touch myself? Please?” She even followed it up with a desperate bark.
    Jenna patted her on the head and happily told her, “No. No touching or getting yourself off tonight, Trish.”
    Again, Trish whined and nodded. “Yes, Owner.”
    “I am going to have so much fun using you.”
    And Trish, despite how clearly pent up she was, smiled back at Jenna. “Please do, Owner. I’m so happy pleasing you.”
    “You really are happy to be mine.”
    “Of course, Owner. I’m your dog. Arf!”
    “Stand up, Trish.”
    Trish hopped off of Jenna’s lap and stood.
    “Focus on me, Trish.”
    Just like before, Jenna watched as Trish went still, her eyes opening wide as she became hyper-focused on her. It wasn’t like the trances when she obeyed. Trish wasn’t blank. Instead it was like she was even more present. Silently putting all of herself into focusing on Jenna.
    “Trish, I want you to imagine yourself having two settings. There’s human Trish, who can do all of the day to day stuff and be like your normal self. And dog Trish, who’s the horny pet I’ve turned you into tonight. Whenever I tell you to be human, you can go back to acting like your usual self. Still horny and obedient to me, but obeying like a person would. And when I tell you to be my dog, you’ll act and think like a dog would. Just the way I trained you to tonight. Understand, Trish?”
    “Yes, Jenna. There are two of me. Human Trish and Dog Trish. Human Trish will be like my normal self and obey you like a person. Dog Trish will act and think like a dog would. Just the way you trained me.”
    “Very good. I want-” Jenna yawned. She was shocked to discover how completely exhausted she was. The orgasm had totally wiped her. Jenna shook her head to focus. There would be time for more conditioning and commands later. “That’s all for now. I want you to relax and go back to normal, human Trish again.”
    The intense gaze faded. Trish’s stiff posture relaxed as she shook her arms. Then Trish smiled at her. “Wow. Jenna, that was…”
    Jenna bit her lip, wondering what Trish would say. Had setting Trish back to normal undone her being comfortable with all of this? She waited tensely as Trish scrunched up her nose, clearly trying to choose her words.
    Finally Trish asked, “So should I still call you Owner when I’m human? Or is that just when I’m a dog?”
    Jenna collapsed back on the couch. “Is that what you were worried about?”
    “I just didn’t want to be rude, Owner.”
    “You can just call me Jenna when you’re a person. But you can also call me Owner if we’re alone together and you find it hot.” 
    “Then let me say, that was a lot of fun, Owner.” Trish graced her with a beautiful smile. “I’d never done anything like that before, but I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny. And making you cum felt…” Trish hugged herself. “I think that might have been the happiest moment of my life making you cum.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. So can I, um, can I make you cum again soon? Can we do this again?”
    Jenna picked herself up off of the couch and faced the naked Trish. “You want to do this again?”
    “Yes,” Trish said, surprisingly forceful. “Doing what you said. Pleasing you. It felt so good, Jenna. I’ve done the submissive thing for guys in bed before…”
    Jenna suddenly had a mental image of Trish kneeling in front of her dad and quickly banished that thought the fuck away.
    “But it always felt so awkward. With you it felt right. It was still really embarrassing, especially when you made me…” Trish drifted off, as if having trouble to pick just one thing. “But it was all still hot. Really hot. Acting like a dog for you was really fun.”
    “You don’t think I’m weird for wanting that?” Jenna asked, swaying on her feet. It was hard even keeping her eyes open.
    “No. I’ll do anything to make you happy, Owner. Any fantasies you have.” With that Trish stepped in close and kissed Jenna on the lips. Just a quick kiss, but this was Trish doing it. Not just the horny sex pet she’d turned her into, but the normal Trish. Although, with the collar still around her throat, Jenna had to wonder just how much she’d changed the normal Trish too.
    But she’d worry about the guilt and moral implications later. For now she was truly satisfied and happy. And god did she need to sleep. “Thank you, Trish. Good girl.”
    Trish shivered and moaned. “I don’t know how you make me feel this way,” she said with an amazed smile. 
    Jenna just blushed and kept the part about a mind control collar to herself. “I just have a way with women, I guess.”
    “So what should we do now, Owner?” There was no denying the lust in Trish’s voice as she asked.
    But Jenna only grinned. “Tell me how much you want to get off, Trish.”
    Trish blinked, her eyes glazing over as she replied, “I’ve never wanted to cum more in my life.”
    “And are you going to get yourself off tonight?”
    The blank look melted to blushing frustration as Trish blinked awake. “Nooo,” she whined. She crossed her hands over her lap, and it was adorable how much she wanted to touch herself but wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Because Jenna had decreed it so.
    “Just make it through the night, pet. And think about how good it’ll be when I finally make you cum in the morning.”
    Trish whimpered. “Do you promise?”
    This was fun. Being in control. Being teasingly cruel. It wasn’t just the pet play stuff that Jenna craved now, it was all of this. Being able to make Trish blank. Being able to control her completely. To have Trish so helpless to her. It was intoxicating.
    But she also couldn’t deny the beautiful pleading in Trish’s dark eyes. “I promise, Trish. I’ll make you cum so hard tomorrow.”
    Trish sighed with relief and smiled. “I can’t wait, Jenna.”
    “Now clean up down here and get yourself to bed, Trish.”
    Instantly Trish straightened up, standing at attention. “Yes, Jenna.” Without another word Trish walked away, heading right into the kitchen and working on the dishes in the sink completely naked. 
    “Well this will make chores easier,” Jenna teased, but Trish either didn’t hear or pretended not to. She was totally absorbed in the dishes, a blissed out smile on her face. “Good night, Trish. And thank you.”
    With that Jenna stumbled her way up to bed, overcome with exhaustion and joy. Trish was hers. All hers. Her every fantasy waiting to happen. Jenna wanted to plan out all sorts of fun, naughty ways to use her new pet, but as soon as she dropped onto her bed she passed right out. Jenna snored softly, a smile on her face as she dreamed of Trish and her collar.
    Meanwhile Trish continued to clean downstairs, fixing up the few things her mind felt were unfinished. She would clean to satisfy Jenna, and then go to bed. There was an absent, happy smile on her face. She wasn’t thinking, but not blank either. Trish was caught in a daydream, thinking about Jenna and all they had done. It was so strange and new, but wonderful at the same time. 
    Trish didn’t know if she was responsible for this change between them or if it was Jenna, but she only knew she was grateful. Grateful to have found a way to connect with her stepdaughter, even if it wasn’t exactly normal. And they were sure to have more fun tomorrow, too.
    Jenna had promised.
    And so Trish remained lost in her thoughts as she swept naked. She never noticed the green gem at the front of her necklace had begun to blink, it’s glow fading.