The moment she had finished putting all her belongings in her new room, Cynthia had begun agitating to get her parents back in the car and off campus, just as aggressively as she possibly could without them asking her any awkward questions.

Dad had already made a number of awkward jokes about how she was dressed, and she wasn’t even in the ‘uniform’ she and Cora had discussed and developed - not entirely, anyway; she’d worn as much of it as she felt comfortable putting on in front of her parents, but the stockings that would go with the short skirt were in her bags, the panties she’d wear underneath it with pride later had been substituted for a pair of lycra cycling shorts so her mom wouldn’t ask any questions about her modesty or the lack of it she now felt.

They’d insisted on having lunch with her “so we can make sure you get one last good meal inside you before we head off” and she’d been on tenterhooks the whole time. She knew the only reason for that was Sammy’s hypnotic instruction, but that didn’t matter - it was part of her mind now, it was woven into the way she thought, just as she knew now how important it was to her to be a busty serving maid.

(She had found herself envying the waitress her simple task of service, even as she watched the woman weather the fury of a woman who wanted a full refund on her meal after eating two thirds of it. Even, and perhaps especially, when she saw a different patron rest a hand on the waitress’ ass in an almost proprietary way. Cynthia could imagine Sammy taking ownership of her that way, too, and she wanted nothing more now she’d thought of it.)

Finally she was stood at the kerb waving them goodbye as they drove off, her other hand already digging in her purse for her phone.

I’m on my way, Master. :)

In an ideal world she would have changed fully into her uniform before going to him, but his orders had been given as hypnotic suggestions, and they didn’t give her time to make herself more presentable, and so she found herself jogging across campus in her running shoes, a pair of old white socks washed grey with too much use, her lime green cycle shorts, the black pleated miniskirt with the inch-thick bright green band stitched to the bottom, and a tight white long-sleeved tee that would, she insisted, be much improved when she could swap it out for the tight white halter top she’d ordered online, the one with the straps too skinny to allow for a bra.

It was far from her best look, and part of her hated that she was going to present this way the first time Master was going to hypnotise and use her in person, but the other part of her, the bigger part, was just glad that it was going to happen at all.

Sammy had a place that was just his, a street or two away from the edge of campus proper. He’d got there a couple of days earlier, private rentals being what they were, and had already messaged the study group groupchat to say it was small and cramped but felt homely. Cynthia wasn’t surprised when she saw for the first time that the approach was up a wooden set of stairs, round the side of the building, and not its front door.

Evidently this was some sort of annexe, and Sammy was probably renting it from whoever owned the house. Cynthia, Cora, and Sadie were staying in the dorms for simplicity’s sake, but she knew Tasha had found a place off-campus too, although in her case she was renting it alongside a TA. How those two knew each other, Cynthia wasn’t clear.

Some things might not be secret but all the same you waited for someone else to ask them first, and if everybody waited they just didn’t get asked.

Having climbed the stairs, Cynthia was surprised to discover that Sammy’s door was unlocked and even slightly ajar. Suddenly cautious, she stepped up to it and pushed it just a little further open, peering in around the door, wondering. Soon enough, she saw a handwritten note left on the countertop by the door: Shut the door and lock it once you’re in, my ‘busty serving maid.’

Her worried expression turned into a relaxed smile as she realised that the most important need she’d only been able to half-fulfil all through summer break was no longer a scarce resource. She shut the door. “Hello?” she called.

“Through here,” Sammy answered. “You took your time, huh?”

She was blushing as she approached the door. “Mom and Dad just wouldn’t leave…” At the door, she fetched up short, staring in excited disbelief.

Sammy was lounging by his desk, in his computer chair. Cora had evidently got into town earlier and must have been wearing her ‘uniform’ on arrival, because the stockings were in place, a pair of cute black maryjanes were on her feet, and the white top had a plunging decolletage. Cynthia could at least congratulate herself on having sewed the green band onto her miniskirt more capably.

Cora was also kneeling astride Sammy’s outstretched foot, her hips rocking back and forth as she ground her crotch against his Doc Martens. Immediately, Cynthia imagined herself in her friend’s place, biting her lower lip to prevent herself from making a noise.

Sammy - Master - looked up at her in the doorway and smiled warmly. “Good girl,” he practically purred. “Tell me, Cynthia, do you think you were better off before? Or are you grateful you have a big strong man to decide for you?”

Cynthia’s lips were suddenly dry. Her tongue ran out over them nervously. “Yes,” she answered. “Uh - I’m grateful. Very grateful.” She felt like if someone held bread up to the burning flush in her cheeks it would toast with no other heat needed. Like she was caught on his gaze, squirming around it. She shifted position awkwardly, then realised that now she actually just was squirming.

Cora looked over her shoulder and grinned. Cynthia had imagined her friend’s face would be blank and empty; instead she came face to face with the fact the hypnotic conditioning had affected her down to her desires. With both of them and Master in the same room, the realisation felt somehow more important than it had done on calls. “Welcome to the party, sweetheart,” Cora said. “I’ve been hoping you’d get here soon.”

Cynthia smiled into her blush, but she was squirming more now. “I can’t believe he’s making you do that,” she said.

“I’m not making Cora do anything,” Sammy corrected, amused. “I decided she was going to. That’s all. That’s all it takes. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, Master,” Cora responded. Cynthia had been wrong earlier. What Sammy had said hadn’t been purring, because that would have left no word fit to describe how Cora was speaking now. This, Cynthia realised, was how it sounded when all your needs were fulfilled, and all it had taken was hypnotic indoctrination and a boot to hump.

Just as she thought that Sammy snapped his fingers. Cora, already edging herself on his boot, actively dug down against him with a thrust of her hips, moaning contentedly. “Fffffuck,” she declared, her eyes closed, the k sounded more perfectly and clearly than she usually would. “I love that you can make me do that. I love how easy it is for you to do that to me.” She opened her eyes again, smiling lazily at Cynthia. “Please let me cum, Master? She’s here, now.”

“She is,” Sammy conceded. “But everything’s still not quite ready for that. Cynthia, do you want Cora to get to cum for me?”

“Yes,” she breathed. She wasn’t sure she’d said anything loudly enough to be heard, especially over Cora’s panting.

“Are you prepared to do your part?”

Cynthia opened her mouth to say yes, but she stopped to consider beforehand. Instead she said “You decide, Master.”

She was rewarded by a broad grin on Sammy’s face. It felt so good to have caused that delight…

He didn’t answer her aloud, though. Instead he simply adjusted how he was sat; the knee which had been bent to keep one foot beneath his chair unbent far enough for him to produce that boot with a flourish and place it down about a foot and a half from his other, on which Cora proudly rested (or, more accurately, rocked and squirmed).

It would have been an invitation, from most people. From Sammy, it was an order. He had that right, and she needed to obey his decisions.

She started walking toward him and he said “Stop.”

Cynthia stopped in her tracks; she was fascinated to see that Cora froze in place, no longer grinding, in response to the same instruction, at least until he snapped his fingers and she ground down on him again.

Sammy’s eyes met Cynthia’s. “I am your big strong man. What are you?”

“I am your busty serving maid, Master,” she said, and the words came out perfectly naturally, just as if it was a normal thing to say. She felt proud of herself.

“So I want a drink.” He grinned. “There’s a coke in the fridge. I put it there for you when Cora got here. Bring it to me and you can take your place.”

“Yes, Master!” She beamed, and she didn’t so much turn around as she bounced her way to the opposite facing.

“Oh, and Cynthia?”

“Yes, Master?”

“You don’t get many decisions, but here’s one: Figure out how you want to impress me with the delivery.”

“Yes, Master.” She almost skipped out of the room back into the kitchen, so excited was she. In her mind’s eye she already felt she could feel his boot against her pussy, could imagine how it would be to grind against and drip over the thick black laces.

Still, she wanted to impress him. Standing in front of the fridge, she considered for a moment before a slow smile spread over her lips.

The white long-sleeve tee wasn’t part of her uniform anyway. She pulled it over her head and slightly tightened the shoulder straps on her bra, lifting her bountiful bust higher. This wasn’t for display purposes, however; it just made it easier for her to squeeze the can into her cleavage.

The cold was more thrill than unpleasant shock, an underlining of the daring she never would have had before her big strong man took over.

Standing up proud and walking tall, she made her way back into Sammy’s bedroom. She wished she had heels on like Cora’s for the full effect, but she took her courage in her hands and she swayed up to his desk, bending over from just inside his reach, bringing her face close to his as she ran a hand down her body from her shoulder to just below the bra. “I can hand it to you if you’d prefer,” she said, suddenly looking down shyly as she did.

He reached out with both hands; grasped her by her buttock with one, pretending it was to keep her still while he plucked the can from her offering. She couldn’t see his eyes but she could see his grin and excitement shuddered through her. “I didn’t intend to tell you,” he said, “but I am impressed with you pushing through your self-boundaries like this, Cynthia. So is Cora, aren’t you?”

“MmMMF… oh you bet, sweetheart… hng…” emerged from within the other woman’s needy, grinding moans and groans.

He opened the can and took a sip, then lifted Cynthia’s chin with one finger. She met his smiling eyes for a moment before he kissed her and her lips opened to taste the Coke he was sharing with her.

“Take your place,” he instructed. “Both of you will be cumming soon, but you will be in trance first. I have a plan I need my tools to carry out, and I want to make sure it’s firmly encoded in you.”

She rested one hot palm on his thigh and knelt down, firmly pressing her pussy against the toe of his boot, and then her hips bucked, pushing her forward along it…

*

Sadie had wanted to get back to college with Tasha, but sometimes scheduling didn’t allow for these things; she’d had to head back to her family two weeks earlier, and in fact she’d spent most of that time back behind the Taco Bell service counter earning whatever extra she could. She’d even picked up a morning shift the day she was due to be there, so she’d been at work at 6am and didn’t leave til one, when she walked across the staff parking and got into her car, already packed, and started driving.

Darkness was falling and she was honestly exhausted by the time she pulled up outside. She picked up her phone.

BurlyEsque69: I swear I wasn’t planning on this, but the thing I said might happen a couple days ago is happening. Those of you who are here, are you game for helping me unpack?

CJ2003: Of course! Are you in place yet or just getting into town? Want me to pick up food on the way?

Chrysalid: just out of curiosity how many hours straight have you been awake now?

Chrysalid: grabbing my coat btw

BurlyEsque69: Food would be great I’ll pay you back. I’m here, I’m gonna go ahead and get the place unlocked. If you find me passed out in the hallway wake me up, you shouldn’t have to carry all my stuff and none of you should have to carry my weights.

SoccerStar15: I’m sat with Cora right now, we’ll be over together.

Chrysalid: you didn’t answer my question

Widowmaker: I love you all for taking care of my big dumb boo.

SoccerStar15: It’s really cute you two flirting in front of us. Nice to be accepted, you know?

BurlyEsque69: Who are you and what have you done with Cynthia? And no hours straight, but I got up at 3am.

She got out of the car and walked unsteadily over to the front door of her halls. Around her, unknown to her, the growing hierarchy converged upon their target, their plan weighing as heavy on their minds as any need.