Jenna woke up with her head full of wet cement. Or at least her head felt that heavy. Her mouth certainly tasted nasty and dry like cement, too. All it took was the slightest movement to make her whole body ache. Yup, this was one massive bitch of a hangover. How much had she had to drink last night?
    She’d gone out with her friends. Jenna recalled being horny and hoping to get laid. A quick pat at the empty bed around her showed that she didn’t bring any lucky girls home. Although the memory of a voice moaning rang in her head, making her wince despite the lovely sound. And she could vaguely remember getting off last night. So had she gotten lucky after all?
    Why did she have to drink so much? Jenna cursed herself as she dragged her body out of bed. She chugged a lukewarm bottle of water that had been left nearly empty on her dresser. It was hardly refreshing, but to a dried out sponge like her any hydration would do. Jenna yawned big, stretching her tongue out of her mouth. It instantly made her think of a dog, which made her think of Trish acting like a dog.
    Trish on all fours before her, naked and panting with her tongue out. Barking like a good girl. Calling her Owner.
    Jenna closed her eyes and smiled at the vivid fantasy. Her whole head ached like a rusty machine refusing to start up properly, so it was surprising that she could conjure up a fantasy so realistic. It almost felt more like a memory.
    Her eyes shot open wide. The empty water bottle fell from her hand and bounced unnoticed off her foot. “Oh my god.”
    It all came rushing back as her brain finally kick-started and began functioning again. How she discovered just how obedient Trish was for her. That her stepmom would follow her commands, or believe whatever she told her to believe. How horny she had been, and how much she drank to work up her courage. And then her coming home in a cab, to finally take control of Trish and turn her into a sex pet.
    God, and what a sexy pet she had been. Highlights of last night flickered through her mind like fireworks bursting.
    Trish naked in her lap.
    Trish calling her Owner and crawling around on all fours.
    Trish wagging her perfect ass and calling herself a dumb pet.
    And greatest of all was the memory of Trish actually eating her out. How could she have forgotten that magical orgasm for a second?
    Not to mention that trance state that Jenna had been able to focus Trish into. Trish had listened to all of Jenna’s suggestions like she’d been hypnotized. If what she remembered was right, then Jenna could order Trish to become a dog and she’d fully slip into a dog mindset. All the tricks she’d do on command, panting on all fours for her Owner. It was too good to be true, and yet Jenna knew this couldn’t have been a dream.
    All the impossible fantasies that had been plaguing her this last week had actually become real. If it weren’t for the hangover induced nausea, Jenna would probably have been fingering herself senseless. 
    She had made Trish into her obedient sex pet. Thanks to the collar she’d bought as a prank, Jenna had actually been able to train her stepmom to obey her like a horny bitch.
    Which meant that right now Trish was downstairs, ready to hear her Owner’s next commands.
    “Oh fuck.” It was an oh fuck of excitement, but also an of fuck of exhaustion and hungover regret.
    Making your stepmom into a sex pet was wrong, wasn’t it? She’d taken a person with free will and given them a collar to take control of them. Not that Jenna knew the collar would do any of this at the time, but she clearly didn’t mind taking advantage of the situation.
    She’d been drunk and super horny. It wasn’t as if she’d set out to take advantage of Trish.
    Even if Jenna really believed that rationalization, it still left her in a house with a brainwashed, sexy stepmom who would do anything she said. A brainwashed, sexy stepmom who was very eagerly waiting for a chance to make her cum again.
    But Jenna was in no condition to enjoy even that. Her brain pounded against her skull like a caged prisoner wanting to escape. She searched for another unfinished water bottle for the chance at hydrating herself without going downstairs to face Trish.
    A loud electronic chirp filled the room. Jenna winced, wondering why her phone was on the loudest possible setting in the world. Jenna checked her phone and gulped.
    It was a text from Trish.
    Jenna wondered what a brainwashed sex pet would text their Owner first thing in the morning. Should she even read it? It could be something sexy and compromising, like a nude selfie. Obviously that idea was enough to make Jenna check the text, thought she reminded herself to feel guilty about it later. Only it wasn’t any kind of sext or nude pic, but a simple sentence.
    There is water and aspirin for you in front of your door.
    Trish slowly hurried to her door and opened it, discovering a bottle of aspirin and an ice cold bottle of water. Trish gobbled two aspirin, then added another for luck. She pressed the cold bottle against her forehead and savored the healing cold touch. She could feel the water bottle sucking the yucky hangover gunk out of her brain. She definitely had to thank Trish for this.
    “Good girl,” she whispered to herself. Another conflicting wave of guilt hit her. She really had turned Trish into a good girl. It wasn’t just a prank or a silly game for herself to enjoy, anymore. Now Trish was primed to do as she was told, and follow any command Jenna gave. She remembered ordering Trish to clean and joking about how that took care of all her chores forever. Only was it fair to make Trish do all the cleaning, simply because she could?
    It was all too much of a moral conundrum for the poor hungover college girl to answer. So she headed to the bathroom, carefully listening out for any sound of Trish. She wasn’t ready to face her yet, and thankfully Trish didn’t seem to be around. Maybe she was out on one of her runs.
    The familiar fantasy bubbled up instantly; of Trish jogging happily, totally nude except for the collar around her neck. Jenna walked casually behind her, holding firmly onto the leash attached to Trish’s collar, savoring the view of Trish’s firm ass shaking with each step.
    How many times had Jenna guiltily touched herself to that fantasy? She’d lost count, and now she could make it happen. Just one command to Trish and she’d be stripping and hopping out of the house without hesitation. If Jenna could make Trish bark and fetch her panties like she was a dog playing a game, then surely she could convince her to go out in public naked.
    Jenna’s head throbbed with the sudden rush of blood, and she quickly stumbled her way to the bathroom. She set the shower ice cold and hopped in. Then yelped loudly and set it boiling hot. She yelped again, before finally settling for somewhere in between. Jenna dunked her head under the water’s stream, trying to quiet her thoughts and make herself wake up at the same time. All her fantasies were blurring with her new reality.
    How could a pervert like her have so much power? Especially over such a stunningly gorgeous woman as her stepmom.
    There was one thing she settled on in the shower. That if Trish had remained the stubborn, annoying bitch she’d always known, Jenna would have accepted brainwashing her without hesitation. Who cares if it was moral when the woman was making Jenna’s life so miserable? She’d get to be happy, and dumb puppy dog Trish would certainly be happy serving as Jenna’s new sex toy. Or the twisted, perverted things Jenna would happily do to make her stepmom pay. To turn her into the kind of bitch that she preferred.
    The problem, of course, was that Trish wasn’t the bitchy stepmom she’d been before. There was no denying that her sunny disposition this week was because of the collar, and not any improvement on Trish’s part. Except that Jenna actually liked the new, affectionate Trish. She was fun, and easy to get along with, even without her obeying Jenna’s every order. She still told her to do chores and encouraged her to exercise, but it felt like it came from a genuine place of caring, rather than some evil stepmom hired to torment her.
    Under all the grouchy authoritarianism was a version of Trish who Jenna could actually be friends with. And because Jenna knew that nice side of her, she couldn’t go through with taking advantage of Trish. The sweet Trish didn’t deserve being degraded and humiliated into a lowly bitch. No matter how much that idea still turned Jenna on.
    So as she dried herself off, Jenna found her resolve firming. She had to undo what she’d done to Trish last night. Or at least most of it. No sex pet Trish, rendered horny and dumb and serving Jenna’s every whim. And wasn’t that a hard miracle to pass up on. But Jenna also wasn’t going to set Trish back to normal, to boss her around and whine all the time. She could find a happy medium, rolling Trish’s mental state back to how it had been all week.
    Happy, affectionate, set up to follow a few simple commands, but otherwise not a brainwashed toy for fulfilling all of Jenna’s fantasies.
    It really was good of Jenna, to pass up on temptation like this. So didn’t she deserve an agreeable stepmom, really?
    The hangover had shrank down to something manageable, and Jenna felt good and firm in her decision. Now that she was refreshed and wrapped up in her comfy robe she finally felt ready to face Trish. That is until she stepped into the living room and found Trish sitting in a chair, waiting for her.
    “Trish!” Jenna cried, jumping back so fast that her robe nearly opened. She grabbed it shut, even though Trish had seen far more last night. “G-good morning.”
    “How are you feeling?” asked Trish. 
    “Like crap,” she admitted, “But better. Thank you for the water, that was a lifesaver.” Jenna started to smile. She could still praise Trish under her new code of conduct, at least. “Good girl,” Jenna told her, ready to see Trish’s beautiful face light up.
    Only Trish didn’t light up. Her face kept the cool, stern expression she’d been wearing this whole time. An expression Jenna was only now noticing. She also caught on to how closed off Trish’s body language was, with her arms crossed and one leg set over the other.
    This did not seem like the brainwashed sex pet that Jenna had been so nervous about running into.
    “That’s what you get for drinking so much. Honestly I don’t know what possessed me to let you go.” Trish was shaking her head, rubbing her eyes as if she were the one hungover. “I don’t know why I let a lot of things happen last night.”
    Jenna shivered. Why was Trish acting like this? Acting as if she held Jenna just as guilty as she’d been holding herself? Or rather, acting like the old Trish would.
    Her eyes fell on Trish’s collar, still nestled firmly around her throat. And yet something was off. Something she’d only absently been aware of, but became obvious in its absence. The green gem in the center of the collar, which had always shone with soft, confident light, was now totally dim.
    “Oh god,” Jenna whispered. Her hands fell to her sides, and her robe fell open, letting the cold air hit her body and making her shiver harder. The collar had turned off. Jenna had been so lost in the high of what the collar had done to Trish, all the possibilities it had offered for her to accept or refuse, that it had never occurred to her to ask a very important question: What would happen when the collar turned off?
    Jenna was about to find out.
    Trish turned her head with a sour expression. “Will you cover yourself up? It’s improper to walk around naked.”
    “S-sorry,” Jenna said, shutting her robe tight and feeling mortified. Not just for being caught naked, but for the way in which Trish acted like her nudity was offensive. Which meant all the passion and desire that Trish had for her naked body last night really was only a result of the collar.
    “In fact, your behavior this whole week has been improper. You need to make some serious changes, Jenna.” Trish was looking at her again now that she was covered up, and that withering glare left Jenna terrified. “First, you will be doing all of your chores. I won’t let you sweet talk me into doing your share of the housework.”
    Jenna nodded. She could do that much.
    “Second, I am your stepmother. You should respect my authority, instead of acting so… familiar. Your behavior last night was completely unacceptable.”
    What did Trish remember exactly? Jenna got the idea that Trish couldn’t remember everything, like how her own drunken haze had left her memory fuzzy at first. Mostly because Trish would no doubt be way more upset if she could remember Jenna ordering her to bark and fetch her panties like a dog.
    Lip trembling, Jenna forced herself to say, “I know, I’m sorry, Trish. I definitely was out of line. Um, can you tell me what was unacceptable?”
    Trish’s cheeks blushed a deep red. “All of it! You shouldn’t try to kiss your stepmother, or be naked in my lap.”
    “You were the one in my lap,” Jenna muttered sourly, but a sharp glare from Trish made her shut up.
    “I know you were drunk, which is unacceptable on its own. But I shouldn’t have indulged you in your… party games.”
    Jenna gulped. All these innuendos were killing her, but did she really want Trish to say it?
    “It should go without saying that you shouldn’t try to treat your stepmother like a dog.”
    Fuck!
    “I don’t know what you got out of it, but it was humiliating. And it will never happen again, understand?”
    Jenna nodded, even though her head was filled with nothing but fantasies of it happening again.
    “Now you will apologize.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    Trish crossed her arms and said, “For what, Jenna?”
    “I…” Jenna cursed under her breath. She just had to get it out quick. “I’m sorry for treating you like a sexy dog.”
    The second the words were out of her mouth Jenna wished she could snatch them back. She hadn’t meant to add sexy in there! Trish looked freaked out too, unable to meet Jenna’s eyes and fidgeting uncomfortably.
    “Yes, that was… completely unacceptable. Now clean the house and make it spotless.”
    Jenna was ready to do just that, happy for some kind of punishment to make herself, and Trish, feel better. Only as she looked Jenna saw the whole house was spotless. That was right, she’d ordered Trish to clean up before she’d stumbled drunkenly off to bed.
    “Um, it already looks pretty clean.”
    “Then go get my car back from the bar where you left it!” Trish stormed out of the room, slamming the bedroom door behind her. And Jenna quickly collapsed into a chair, realizing how massively she’d fucked up.
    “I wish I never bought that collar,” Jenna whispered, except she knew instantly it was a lie. Even sitting here shaking after getting bitched out by Trish, Jenna didn’t regret a single thing. Because she’d gotten to have Trish as her dog. She’d gotten to actually hook up with Trish, who she had finally admitted was gorgeous as hell even if she was her stepmother. But even more than that, Jenna had been able to see Trish actually be happy.
    The whole last week Trish had been truly great to be around. Sure, the dog tricks were fun. And having Trish actually eat her out had been sublime. But Jenna had met a version of Trish who had been smiling and making jokes and truly affectionate. The Trish who’d just yelled at her had been angry and miserable, not that Jenna could blame her for that. Except Trish had always been that way with her. With the collar off, that’s the Trish that Jenna had to look forward to living with for the rest of her break.
    All of the convictions she’d settled for herself had been shaken. As much as she regretted turning Trish into a sex pet in a horny and drunken rush of arousal, Jenna knew what she had to do.
    “I’ve got to charge that collar.”

 

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    That had been a nightmare. Trish threw herself onto her bed and pulled a pillow to her face in a crushing hug. It was all she could do to keep from crying.
    Why had she been so mean to Jenna?
    What happened last night had crossed a line. That was obvious. It was all fuzzy, almost like she’d been drunk herself. But the memory of Jenna groping her body remained fresh in her mind. How Jenna had treated her like a dog, making her crawl around and do tricks. Even ordering Trish to eat her pussy like she had all the authority in the world. As if Trish truly were just a dumb pet who should make her Owner cum on command.
    It was all so completely out of line and unacceptable.
    And it had all felt so wonderful. It was wrong, undeniably wrong, but Trish still burned with heat at the memory of it all. Acting like Jenna’s dog had felt… sexy. It was the only word she could think of for it. Trish had barely held back a moan when Jenna had called her a sexy dog during her apology.
    It wasn’t like Trish hadn’t known that Jenna was attracted to her. Jenna was proudly out as a lesbian, and Trish had experimented enough with women to know she was bisexual herself. But Jenna also stared at her constantly, not nearly as well at hiding it as she surely thought she was. Trish couldn’t blame her for being turned on by an older women suddenly living with her, and yet as her stepmother she’d needed to be strict. That was how her parents and trainers had been with her growing up.
    So Trish had been cold to dissuade any feelings Jenna might have. She’d been stern, so that Jenna would know to respect her. She’d given Jenna firm direction, by telling her how to be healthier and stop spending money on such frivolous things.
    And at every turn she’d seen the hateful look in Jenna’s eyes. And every time Trish hated herself for it. She wanted to be friends with Jenna, only to end up acting like a drill instructor. She was the evil stepmother, and try as she might Trish didn’t know how to break that terrible pattern.
    In the end it was Jenna who fixed things. The necklace she’d bought her for her upcoming birthday had been, well, rather strange looking, but it was a thoughtful gesture all the same. And when Trish wore it Jenna acted so nice to her. Pulling out chairs for her to sit in. Offering to go jogging with her, or preparing dinner. And like magic all of that crushing weight of expectation, of being a proper stepmother, just vanished from her shoulders.
    Trish had been herself with Jenna for the first time. It had been easy and fun to chat with her, and play tennis even if she knew Jenna hated it. They’d really bonded, and Trish had become overloaded with affection for the sweet girl. Greeting her at the door with a warm hug was such a more wonderful routine than being strict and distant. Trish only wanted to do anything to make her stepdaughter happy.
    But last night things changed. Jenna was drunk, and wearing a slutty dress and an aroused look. Trish had no illusions about what the girl was going out looking for, and yet she’d relented and let Jenna go with some money too. She’d stood in the dining room, frozen with affection for her, hoping that Jenna would have a good time and meet a nice girl.
    Except the nice girl Jenna turned out to be interested in was her. It was all a blur. Jenna flirting with her, ordering her around so casually as if she expected to be obeyed. And Trish was so stunned that she simply did as she was told. It had felt so natural in the moment.
    So she’d allowed Jenna to use her. She’d been a good dog for Jenna, like she’d asked. And she even called her Owner, as if she truly did belong to her.
    And when her Owner ordered Jenna to eat her out like a good sex pet…
    Trish’s hand slid between her legs to finger herself again. She moaned into her pillow. Why had that been so hot? Exes had tried to be kinky in bed before. Even her husband, Jenna’s father, had attempted to spice up the bedroom to little effect. But none of them held a candle to what Jenna had awoken in her.
    Trish had felt truly owned. She clung to her necklace, wishing that it were a real collar. Part of her wanted to rush to Jenna and apologize, to take back everything she’d said. She’d drop to her knees for Jenna. She’d bark for her and wag her ass like a good girl. She’d roll over and strip and fetch panties and do anything just for her Owner to fuck her again.
    She came hard, biting into the pillow and bucking her hips. Trish melted back onto her bed, lost in the wonderful memory of Jenna’s hands on her body.
    And then, like the other two times she’d gotten herself off that morning, cold reality came crashing in.
    What kind of a stepmother was she to lust after her stepdaughter? She should be the mature one in charge, and yet she wanted something so wrong? Trish could hear the scolding voices of others, blaming her for indulging and leading Jenna on. Shame filled her, and Trish knew she had to be stricter than ever. It was the only way to stop herself from giving in to her twisted desires. She would be cold to Jenna, cruel even, all to squash any desire the gorgeous young woman might have for her.
    Jenna would hate her, and it would kill Trish to do that to her, but it was what a good stepmother should do.
    By the time Trish had cleaned herself up and changed her outfit, she had her stern face back on and was ready to face Jenna. When they’d fought in the past Jenna had called her a bitch, and that was what Trish would have to become. For both of their sakes. This was simply the way things had to be. 
    The last thing Trish did before she left was to clutch her hands around her necklace. A memento of happier times. Even if she could no longer be Jenna’s friend, at least she could hold on to this. The necklace would give her strength to do what was right for Jenna, and so Trish resolved to never let it go. At least it might give some comfort to Jenna to see her stepmom wearing it all the time. That was the least Trish could do for her.