Sadie was exhausted. Physically she was heavily drained but the real strain was mental; she’d been ‘on’ pretty much all day and there was only so much even murder-and-wine podcasts could do to ease the load.

When Cora and Cynthia walked up to her dorm address in the dark, they found her staggering up the stairs with three heavy boxes balanced in her arms, her plaid shirt knotted around her waist, her phone tucked into a pocket, and her keyring clenched in her teeth.

“You said you were going to wait for us,” Cora chided. Somehow, despite the weight in her arms, Sadie shrugged, and let her keys drop onto the uppermost box.

“I didn’t want to be just doing nothing,” she said. “Not when I could get started. Wait, Cynthia, is that-“

“Pizza for all of us and your favourite chicken wings,” Cynthia confirmed. “I hadn’t actually planned to bribe you to sit down with the wings, but it’ll work, right?”

“Sure,” Sadie grinned. “I can work with that.”

“Then Cora and I will take turns ferrying your stuff while you recharge,” Cynthia said, “and when Sammy gets here there’ll be three of us, and we can take advantage. Sound good?”

“Sounds very good.” Sadie grinned. “I’m lucky to have you guys as friends.”

“We’re a foundational need,” Cora said, and Sadie laughed. It was a little weird that the whole hierarchy of needs thing had come up so much more over the final weeks of summer break, but also her friend was finding an in-joke to pledge the friendship would go on, and that warmed her heart.

Cora collected her keys and let them all into her room. After Sadie put the boxes down on her bed, Cora took her by the shoulders and walked her over to the desk, where Cynthia set down the pizza box.

Delving into the tote bag on her shoulder, she took out one of her decorative paper plates and set it in Sadie’s lap, then opened the styrene container of wings and arranged them daintily before the young jockette.

“There,” she said, and smiled. “You start to relax, and I’ll fix you a drink.”

Sadie looked at her, touched but surprised. As Cynthia came back offering a bottle of her favourite beer in a chill wrap, Sadie felt she had to say something. “Thanks, Cyn,” she said. “That’s really nice.” She smiled.

Cynthia just grinned. “Think of me as your busty serving maid,” she said, and Sadie was trying to work out what to make of this new attitude on her friend when she produced a bottle opener from within her cleavage, opened the bottle, and blew across the top of it before handing it over.

Others in the group, Sadie thought, would have reacted with mock-horror to the way their friend had loosened up over the vacation. Sadie had always tried not to take everything so seriously, and she was sure that was the right approach to take with Cynthia now. She didn’t want to hurt her friend’s new fledgling confidence.

Instead she said “You start dating someone over the break, huh?”

“No,” Cynthia said. “But I am taking care of my needs properly now.”

She had her back to Sadie, was opening boxes and busying herself tidying up the young lesbian’s room. Sadie took a pull of her beer and looked at Cynthia properly, then frowned. She’d only seen both her friends in the light briefly, but…

…had they co-ordinated their outfits somehow?

She’d be able to tell when Cora got back. In the meantime, she snapped a quick photo of Cynthia’s skirt-clad rear, riding up slightly as her friend bent over her bed, and sent it to Tasha.

BurlyEsque69: You know you’re the only woman for me but I’m clear to look, right?

Widowmaker04: If it keeps you worked up for when I get there, look as much as you like. Did Cora get tan?

BurlyEsque69: Guess again.

Widowmaker04: wait

Widowmaker04: did cynthia get slutty?

BurlyEsque69: Get here soon, babe, please?

Widowmaker04: i mean

Widowmaker04: if you wanna beg

Widowmaker04: i can get there faster

Glancing over her shoulder, Cynthia met Sadie’s eye and she smiled. “Enjoying the wings?” she asked.

“Enjoying everything,” Sadie said honestly, grinning.

“Oh, you haven’t had everything. Not yet.”

She doesn’t mean what you think she means, Sadie told herself. She lives on a farm, there’s no way she goes from that pure to that confident in her own body in one summer break.

Then she saw Cynthia, still looking at her over her shoulder, wiggle her ass in what looked like a definite invitation, and Sadie felt her cheeks flush. “Look, Cyn, I know I’ve made a LOT of jokes, but me and Tasha, we’re-”

“I know.” Still smiling warmly, Cynthia stood and made her way back to the sofa. “You and Tasha are good together. You satisfy each others’ needs really well. I’d never get in the way of that.”

“Oh. Good.” Sadie tried to find her footing in the conversation, since she’d evidently just made a fool of herself. God, the day had taken it out of her mentally. Unfair that driving used up so much concentration. “Well-”

“Look at it this way, Sadie,” Cynthia said. “You spent most of last year having fun with me, right? All those little jokes, and all the things that weren’t jokes but were tests to see if I’d get them?”

Sadie smiled apologetically. “Yeah.”

“Well, maybe I decided to grow up a little. And maybe I think part of that is the treat of getting to join in.” She smiled, broad dimples of invitation. “When I put it like that it doesn’t sound too bad, does it?”

“I guess not.”

“And I know you’re not one of those sports stars who takes herself too seriously to take a joke.”

“Damn right.” Sadie relaxed again and smiled up at her. “Cyn, you’re one of the good ones.”

“I wouldn’t be a good serving maid if I wasn’t,” she returned. “Now remember, your job now is to relax.”

“Yes ma’am,” Sadie said cheerfully, and Cynthia returned to her unpacking. The woman was a ball of energy.

There was a thump at the door. Gesturing Sadie to keep seated, Cynthia opened it with a flourish, admitting Cora, a big box under one arm and a sports bag in the other. “Your turn,” Cora told her cheerfully.

Seeing them both together in the lighting of her room, Sadie confirmed they were dressed almost identically. It had to be some kind of prank they’d cooked up, she decided, and she found herself looking forward to finding out what the punchline was.

As Cynthia bounced cheerfully out of the room, Cora put her hand on her hip and grinned over at Sadie. “I see she’s started unpacking,” she said. “I’m not going to join in with that.”

“That’s fine.”

“Mind if I grab a slice of the pizza?”

“Help yourself.” Sadie gestured. “Mi casa es su casa.”

“Be it ever so humble.” Cora grinned.

“Oh, I don’t do humble well.” Sadie returned the grin.

“Nope. You don’t do relaxing well either, girl.”

Sadie shrugged. “I’m sitting here being waited on, what more do you want?”

Cora finished wolfing down the slice and licked her fingers clean. “I want you to relax for me,” she said.

“Well, you literally can’t make me, so-”

“What if I could?”

“Scuse you?”

“No, seriously. I went to a demo at work last month, they showed us something really weird and cool. It’s one of those kind of cheat-code-for-the-body things, where you follow a weird series of steps. The guy they demoed on, he was blissed out after, all floppy. It took him half an hour before he could get up of his own volition.”

Sadie blinked. “I’ve gotta see this,” she said. “Okay, sure.”

Cora clapped her hands and made a high-pitched noise of excitement before she came closer. “Okay,” she said. “Hold out your arms, like, shoulder high.”

Sadie obliged, amused.

“So the way this is going to work,” she said, “I’m going to try and pull your arms up, and you’re going to keep them dead level, yeah? Just exactly enough force to counteract me.”

“How does this relax me?”

“I have no idea.” Cora leaned over her, bracing one thigh against the couch just outside Sadie’s own. “We’re not at that part yet, though. This is part of the build up.”

“I mean… sure,” Sadie said, amused. “But this had better be good when it’s done.”

“You’ll feel like a new woman,” Cora promised, and she took hold of Sadie’s wrists. “Ready?”

“Sure.”

Cora set to, and Sadie just kept her arms locked straight. The two friends’ eyes met and they smiled at each other, both of them amused by how little effort it took Sadie to keep them level.

Before long, though, the arms held dead straight out in front of her began to weigh heavy on her. Cora hadn’t said anything this whole time, but Sadie had felt the other woman’s eyes on her throughout. She knew Cora was waiting for something, but had no idea what.

“Not relaxed yet, are you?” Cora asked lightly.

“Nope.”

“Well, the good news is I’ve remembered more of how this works and why this works,” Cora told her. “So essentially, right now, your arms are tense. Your shoulders are tense. Right?”

There was something about the way she was talking, an intentness, that made Sadie feel strangely like, in that moment, she was the centre of the other woman’s world. Her scalp tingled with delight at the idea. “Right.”

“So in a few moments, I’m going to do something that’ll change that. I can’t tell you what, it won’t work if I do, but something. And when that happens, the tension goes out of your wrists… the tension goes out of your elbows…” Cora was purring, and the purr did fascinating things to Sadie’s spine, setting it tingling up and down, “...and out of your shoulders… your neck… and from there, the tension goes out of everywhere, all gone in one sudden movement, and all that’s left is a limp, relaxed doll of a woman…”

Cora’s eyes glinted. “You won’t be able to sit all the way up or even lift a hand to say hi. You’ll be too far gone. Trust me. You do trust me, don’t you?”

“I trust you,” Sadie said coolly, looking up at her. The tingle was all down her shoulders now, and her neck, and her arms. It felt good, and she was more than willing to keep going along with the attractive woman.

The door to the room opened, Cora still trying to pull up arms that grew heavier with every passing moment. “Sorry I’m late,” Sammy said.

“Now?” Cora asked.

“Now,” Sammy answered. And in that instant Cora went from pulling Sadie’s arms up, keeping them rigid, to pushing down, where her arms bent at once, her own pull against Cora now sweeping them down faster, her body seeming snatched by the same vertigo-inducing drop as her arms. Her head bounced forward and lolled for a moment.

Sadie was limp and relaxed, body and thought alike. Cora lifted her other thigh onto the sofa, straddling her now as she knelt, and she lifted Sadie’s head up and leaned it back against the head of the sofa.

Sadie watched detachedly as Sammy took his coat off, revealing the harness around his jeans and the strap-on he wore there. “Hello, Sadie,” he said. “You can answer me. It won’t break your relaxation.”

“Hello,” Sadie answered dreamily. “Nice dick.”

“I didn’t know you cared,” Sammy grinned. “And maybe nor did you. But you will.” He came closer, standing close behind Cora, just to one side where his strap was visible, and he rested his hand on Cora’s shoulder. She leaned into his touch, her smile becoming a dopey, dazed grin of bliss. “Well done, Cora.”

“Thank you, Master,” she purred.

“Kinky,” Sadie said. She wasn’t really thinking about anything, she mused; she was just responding easily, her mouth giving voice to her own first impulses without a filter. “I like it.”

“You do,” Sammy said. “You’re going to join in calling me Master.”

This was obviously ridiculous. She didn’t need to think about it to know it was ridiculous. “Yes, Master,” she said. “Huh,” she said, a moment later.

“I’m not asking you to do this just because I get off on it,” Sammy told her. “I do, but that’s not why. You spoke to Cynthia before this, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Isn’t she better than she was?” He sounded excited, coaxing answers out of her, and she went along with it because she was too relaxed to think.

“Yes, Master.”

“She’s better than she was because her fundamental need is now filled.” Sammy paused. “Cora, tell Sadie about the fundamental need the study group share.”

“Yes, Master. Our fundamental need is a big strong man to make decisions for us.”

“Sadie, you may not think so, but you share this fundamental need. I have decided you’ll say ‘Yes, Master’ here.”

“Yes, Master,” Sadie said, because Sammy had made a decision for her. That seemed like something she needed. It was an odd thing for a lesbian to need, but she was in a state where she would accept more or less anything Sammy said.

“That’s my beautiful slave muscle,” Sammy told her reassuringly, running his fingers lightly along her bare arm, along her muscles. The tingles came back at his touch but she was still too limp to move of her own volition. “What am I?”

“You are Master,” Sadie offered tentatively. It was the one thing she knew for certain, and thinking about it was something she was just too relaxed for.

“True,” he said. Through the glaze of her eyes she saw him grin. “Cora, tell her the other answer. She’s in no position to think it through.”

“Yes, Master. Master is our big strong man.”

Sadie wanted to nod, but her body was completely limp. “I’ve been hypnotised,” she said dreamily.

“That’s right,” Sammy said, and she was pleased to hear some surprise in his voice. “Cora is the blank sexpot mesmerist in my hierarchy. Do you know what Cynthia is?”

The pattern was unfolding in Sadie’s mind, which had always been good at making connections. It never felt like a thought process, and perhaps that was how she put it together. “Cynthia is our busty serving maid, Master?”

“Correct. And therefore, what are you?”

“I am your beautiful slave muscle, Master.”

Sammy closed her eyes, standing over Sadie, her fingertips against her bicep, and tilted her head back. “Again.”

“I am your beautiful slave muscle, Master.”

Sammy’s eyes opened again slowly and she smiled warmly. “That’s not going to get old any time soon,” she said. “Now, Sadie, you’re a lesbian.”

“Yes, Master.”

"That’s who you are. And you love Tasha, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s right. That’s just exactly right. But we have needs, don’t we, Tasha?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And I have an obligation, as your big strong man, to look after your needs, don’t I?”

“Yes, Master.”

"So the fact you regularly need to suck my strap or be fucked by it isn’t too worrying, is it? You know you’ll be able to.”

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s my good girl,” Sammy said. “That’s our beautiful slave muscle.”

Sadie smiled dreamily in response.

“Your need to see Tasha suck it or be fucked by it, that’s also fine, isn’t it?” Sammy asked. “You know she needs to join us, after all.”

“Yes, Master.”

“So it’s only right that our beautiful slave muscle helps her with that, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’m very glad to hear you say that,” Sammy told her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Master.”

“You’ve not been able to suck my strap all through our first year together,” Sammy pointed out. “On your knees, Sadie.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, though it seemed impossible she would be able to move, so used she was to lying there limp. And yet, a moment later, she was sitting upright, her arms hanging limply by her sides, and sliding forward across the sofa until her knees hit the floor, not with a thud but with impact cushioned by her pillow, which Cynthia had evidently put in place earlier.

Master Sammy’s strap-cock was right in front of her eyes. She gave a sound that was half a laugh and half a moan of lust, her eyes fixating.

She heard the door open; heard Cynthia’s breath catch excitedly as she saw what was happening before her; heard the door closed quietly enough not to interrupt.

“Go on, Sadie,” Sammy told her. “Show us you understand and accept your place in my hierarchy.”

His beautiful slave muscle opened her mouth, leaning forward, and obeyed, sucking eagerly if inexpertly, with such squirmy accompanying noises as could leave no doubt of her enthusiasm for finally filling her need.

It was so easy to move now, and she had so much energy. The difference had to be just that this wasn’t something she’d decided to do. It was something Sammy had decided. Her big strong man had decided.

Sadie saw the logical framework perfectly. As always when someone gave her an argument that held together, she didn’t bother looking too closely at whether the assumptions beneath it held up.

She reached up and grasped her Master’s buttocks so she could improve her intensity with his strap inside her throat. The part of her used to training, used to giving her coach everything she had, was loving this.

If she was honest, so was the rest of her; sucking a man’s strap like this, being fucked by a big strong man, it was her right, and it had been years where she hadn’t been able to indulge that right. It wasn’t fair, society expecting lesbians not to go down on a big strong man.

At least Sammy had a proper sense of his obligations. She’d be able to indulge her right a lot more from now on.

“You’re going to wake up before you’re done with this,” Sammy told her. “And you’re going to find that even conscious, this was the best decision I could have made for you. You are our beautiful slave muscle. You are part of my hierarchy. You will serve and obey as you should.”

Sadie heard a kiss above her, and knew Cora and Sammy were enjoying the way they were working on her. “If you understand,” Sammy said, “Gargle.”

She laughed around the strap, unable to help herself. Moments later she widened the back of her throat and began to make a sound as if she were gargling her Master’s cum.

Cora giggled.

“Wake,” Sammy told her, and Sadie blinked and gave a hungry, lusty sound of excitement along the rubber shaft before she squeezed Sammy’s buns and slid back off, settling to her knees.

“Naughty,” she said to Cora. “I didn’t say you could hypnotise me, did I?”

“No,” Sammy said, “but I did. Cora’s our blank sexpot mesmerist.”

Sadie considered, nodding slowly. Then, looking up at her Master, she asked “You’ve already worked out what Tasha will be, haven’t you?”

“It’s what she is, Sadie,” Sammy said gently. “She already has her place in my hierarchy. She just needs to be taught what it is.”

That didn’t sound quite right, but it made logical sense. Sadie would check it held up after you took the bigger picture into account the way she usually did these days, by asking Tasha,

Of course, by the sound of things, Tasha was going to have a busy couple of days. Sadie figured she’d wait for the dust to settle before she bothered her.

“Can I know what her role is, Master?”

“Not yet,” Sammy said, and smiled. “But you can try and guess.”

“And while you’re at it,” Cynthia said busily, “let’s prepare your uniform.”

*

Tasha flew in the following day, getting in mid-afternoon, and Sadie was there to meet her at the airport.

Sadie wasn’t dressed quite how Tasha was expecting. A pair of black Converse was topped by white socks to the knee, then her thick, powerful thighs were bare up until the green bands at the bottom of the black booty shorts she wore, which were so tight on her and did so much to show off her hips, her crotch, and her buttocks that Tasha wondered if they were a size too small.

Then she wore a white belly top, leaving her midriff bare, which had clearly at one point had a neckline at her actual neck and had been modified to have a plunging V instead.

Combined with the undercut and the brightly dyed magenta ponytail above it, it was a look to turn heads in any public space, even one as bored, rushed, and cosmopolitan as the airport. But most of all it turned Tasha’s.

Her jaw dropped and she stared.

“What do you think?” Sadie asked, grinning and bobbing something like a curtsey. “Or do you want me to twirl and give you the full picture before you answer?”

“Oh it’s a good look on you, I can tell you that right now,” she said. “But I’ll take that twirl now.”

Sadie pirouetted on the spot and Tasha was struck as always by how graceful her big musclebound girlfriend really was, especially when she was showing off. “You weren’t dressing like this a week ago,” she said. “What gives?”

“I’m not allowed to tell you yet,” Sadie said cheerfully, and kissed her. “Carry your bags for you?”

“Sure,” Tasha said indulgently and they set off together, Tasha sliding her hand around her girlfriend’s waist and slipping her thumb inside the booty shorts, Sadie laying her muscular arm around Tasha’s shoulders. “What do you mean, not allowed?”

“Sammy has to explain,” Sadie said. “Sammy understands properly. I think you will too.”

“Well, that’s… weird. But OK.” She let Sadie carry her bags because she knew she’d pout otherwise - Sadie loved to show off for her - and they headed out to the car. “It’s great to see you, anyway.”

“Oh, I know.” Sadie smiled. “Anyway, you like my look?”

“I told you,” Tasha said, getting into the passenger seat. “Yes.”

“You glad to be back?”

“Yes.”

“You looking forward to getting me in private?”

“Oh hell yes.”

“You looking forward to seeing our friends?”

“Yes.”

“We’re so lucky to have them, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” Tasha agreed. She was still listening to what her lover was saying, but by now the answer was coming out automatically, because she could finish considering, and as she heard herself answer the consideration stopped and the answer became accepted.

“We need them, don’t we?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes were on the cars in front of them as they left the car park, but her mind was somewhere else.

“And they need us, don’t they?”

“Yes,” Tasha said. It was clearly leading to something, but none of it was untrue, even if on some answers she knew it was true only after speaking.

“Dinner with them sounds really good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“You kinda love being group mom, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

She had no idea how many things she’d agreed to; was past even wondering why Sadie was acting like that, had never got as far as asking herself where these questions were leading. It was quite nice; all she had to do was agree with her girlfriend.

“But you’d rather someone else had the responsibility, right?”

“Yes,” she agreed, and there was a momentary pang at agreeing that away. Tasha might, earlier in the conversation, have said any number of things at that point, but as Sadie eased past the last of the airport traffic and hit the open road, she was content to be carried along.

Sadie dropped something in her lap. “Will you just hit call for me?” she asked.

“Yes,” Tasha agreed, then picked up the phone. It was surprisingly slow; she was feeling kind of spacey, and there was a strange sense that she was watching what she was doing rather than deciding to do it, but she saw that it was Sammy’s number pre-loaded in and she pressed Send as she’d been asked.

“Put it on speaker for me?”

“Yes,” she agreed.

Sammy was already answering the phone as she did so, and when he said “Hello?” Tasha was so locked into her course that she answered “Yes.”

The warmth of the amusement in Sammy’s tone from there was very strong. “Tasha, do you feel properly relaxed and chilled right now?”

“Yes,” she said. It was true, but it was also just what she said now. She thought fleetingly she would agree to anything, and in the mellow mood, she didn’t mind that. She let Sadie’s phone settle in her lap and put one hand on Sadie’s thigh.

“Do you think Sadie looks sexy in her uniform?”

“Yes,” she agreed. Uniform, she wondered fleetingly, but without any real energy behind it and the thought was soon lost.

“Do you believe you and Sadie will be together long term?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to be friends with us long term?”

“Yes,” she said.

It had been four questions since Sammy took over. It had been over twenty since the sequence had started.

Sadie was not a great hypnotist, and Sammy didn’t intend that she become one - that would be Cora’s role. But Sadie followed orders like a champ. She was extremely coachable. Extremely obedient. And so Sammy knew that before she called, Tasha would be deep in nesting yes loops.

The first researcher to discover that after four ‘yes’ answers in a row the fifth is automatic probably never understood how much his breakthrough would be adopted and misused in the years to come. Very few people compounded it to five times five. But Sammy knew that Tasha was much less coachable than her girlfriend, and so she’d stacked the deck as much as possible.

It was important that they be a hierarchy, after all. The study group needed a big strong man. The study group needed each other. They all had roles to fill in supporting one another.

Sammy knew she had been hypnotised to believe that, but it didn’t matter. She believed it fully. It had to be done.

“You understand that in our study group, I am the leader, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes,” Tasha answered before her mind could catch up.

“You are our group mom, so you enforce my rulings, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Tasha said. Something about this seemed wrong but she wasn’t at all sure what.

“Good girl, Tasha. You and Sadie, you’re my good girls. You’re part of my Hierarchy. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“Yes.”

Sammy sounded like this was turning him on, Tasha thought, before realising she was turned on too. Sadie kept slipping a hand down to stroke her jeans, before returning it to the wheel, which probably explained it. She squeezed the hand on Sadie’s thigh to say thanks.

“We’re all part of the same group. We need each other. That’s our primary need, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good, Tasha. That’s very good. So you know now that Sadie is our beautiful slave muscle, and doesn’t that sound right for her?”

“Yes.”

“And I’m our big strong man. I make the decisions. Right?”

“Yes.” Tasha actually felt herself relax. A big strong man being the leader made sense. Big strong men made decisions. Those decisions became rulings.

Tasha would enforce the rulings as required.

“So you, Tasha, our group mom, I have decided you’re our breedable submissive momma. What are you?”

“I’m our breedable submissive momma,” Tasha answered and then blinked. It all made perfect logical sense. But she didn’t want to be bred, did she?

“That’s very good, Tasha. So from time to time you’re going to need to be bred. I have a strap for your fucking and your sucking. You understand your need, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, feeling obscurely as if she were back on solid ground.

“It’s very good of me to take care of it, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“And of course Sadie has the same need. Many lesbians do. And you love that I handle it for her, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“If I handle it for both of you at once, that’s great too, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Sadie pulled into a parking lot outside a diner. It was almost empty in there, but Tasha could see Sammy and Cora and Cynthia sitting in there. Cora and Cynthia were in white tops, rather like Sadie’s, and Tasha thought first That’s the uniform, and second, I’m not in uniform. I’ll have to fix that.

“I see you’ve arrived,” Sammy said. “Tasha, have you realised you’re in a state of hypnosis yet?”

“Yes,” she answered, although the real answer was no.

“Well, good. You’ll find that you don’t have to wake from it to hang up, get out of the car, and come and sit with me. Now… hang up, get out of the car, and come and sit with me, both of you.”

“Yes, Master,” Sadie said before Tasha managed to hang up. Sadie squeezed her hand and smiled at her as they both got out of the car, and they walked into the diner holding hands and went over to join their friends.

“I’ve ordered for you,” Sammy said, and Tasha felt a warm pleasure that everything was going as it should. “But it’s time we celebrate our hierarchy coming together,” he said.

He patted the seat beside him. “Sit here, Tasha,” he said. “Wake when I kiss you.”

She sat, and he turned her face to his, and he kissed her and she kissed back with all the need inside her, her eyelids fluttering, swimming back into consciousness.

“I do just want to say something,” she said softly. “If that’s OK?”

“Of course.”

“So first, if you don’t fuck me with your strap soon, I’m going to be very upset-“

“Assume I’ll pin you down and fuck you when we get to yours,” Sammy grinned.

“Well, that brings me to the other thing,” she said. “She may not be friends with many of us, but I do have a housemate and she will get in the way. So can we find her a place in our Hierarchy?”

“What do you suggest?” he asked, amused.

“I didn’t know she was going to be uptight when we signed up,” Tasha said. “She really doesn’t like anyone who isn’t straight and cis. So if we can make her a brainwashed sapphic minion, I’ll be very happy.”

Sammy grinned. “I did want someone to rank under Sadie and Cynthia,” he said. “Consider it done. But I guess I’m fucking you at mine tonight.”

“Yes, Master,” Tasha said, and she turned away and kissed her girlfriend in satisfied contentment.