"Well, it's been lovely... but I should probably be getting off before I fall asleep on call. Timezones are a bitch, you realise it's nearly one in the morning here right?" Jessica keeps herself propped up in bed, yawning into her phone's receiver as the woman on the other side laughs through its speakers. The girl's greens eyes trail down to check on Elle, who is curled up on the floor in her dog bed sleeping peacefully. So adorable, thinks the Queen of Paradise with a smile too genuine to be forged. 

"Oh yeah? You must be soooo sleepy, huh?" The voice in her phone teases Jess relentlessly, perhaps the only one that can still hold power over her in this world she's made. Jessica scoffs at the older girl and turns with a sigh. "C'mon Jess, you know I can help you get your beauty sleep if you're having trouble. Oh, oh! Is this a guilt thing? So cute, maybe you want a taste of your own medicine to feel better."

"Hmmm, what's this big red button do again? Maybe I should press it." Why is that damnable voice still so powerful? thinks the jade eyed queen with a self derisive smirk. 

More unbothered laughter, this has been quite the catch up... if she expected something more genuine she should have known better. This woman is an angel in name only. "You can hang up, or you can keep listening and I'll shoo away those pesky demons that hold you in their insomniac sway. Let Angel be your guide up into the clouds, Jess, for old times sake. Least I can do while I'm half way across the world and unable to see your little utopia."

Jess considers the offer for a moment, yawning again before groaning with resignation crawling up her body. That voice strokes her with a softness she cannot fathom, living in Angel's shadow has never been easy. "F-fine, but no funny stuff okay? I just need sleep, tomorrow is a big day, another member of faculty will fall to me and I'd rather not be blinking the sleep from my eyes when she does."

The girl knows that distant angel so well that she almost hears the smirk. "Perfect! No funny business, just... relax for me now, okay sweetie?"

A softly snoring Elle is awoken with a snap, lifting her puppy head to find the source of the sound yet slumbers. Oh, it's still too dark outside to be time for waking, the good dog tilts her head and sits up on her knees to inspect the dim room. Her owner's fingers hang limp over the edge of the bed despite having just snapped, her chest rising and falling softly as she experiences a deep and daring dream. Elle licks the hanging fingers passively, still in her conditioning loop with human thought inaccessible to the college girl. 

After the poor mutt realises that her owner is not going to wake no matter how much she needs the human's attention, she climbs up onto the bed and kneels over Jessica with panting breaths. The sleeping girl is just as naked save for her underwear, separating her from the collar-clad slut hovering over her with mounting excitement. It's impossible for the puppy not to stare, having such unfettered access to her obsession's curves and letting those wide eyes roll over them freely. Only then does she notice that she can touch, too. 

At first, the hypnotised pet is too scared of this being a test and sits obediently still, but it isn't long at all before she's nuzzling her cheek against the other's belly and revelling in its rise and fall. Jessica giggles in her distant land, feeling ticklish when that mess of hair drags over her bare skin. 

Waking up in a fabricated world of burning desire, Jessica smiles vacantly. Of course Angel would give her that good night kiss in the form of sexual fantasy, it's never simply sleep with her. A gorgeous golden ballroom filled with beautiful older women, Jessica suddenly feeling in her element when she notices they are fellow conquerors. Only then does she realise that like those other submissives led around by their motherly owners, Jess too is naked, her wrists cuffed together with a chain so shiny she almost doesn't mind the humiliation. 

"There you are, slave. It isn't your place to wander off, come here now." A group of older, voluptuous women occupy a nearby set of sofas, one beckoning the naked slavegirl over with a gesture too powerful to resist. Heat reaching her cheeks, Jessica does as she's told and approaches her mistress weakly, sitting up on the woman's sizable lap. "Much better, hope you remember your place now." The group of women laugh in stereo, making Jess feel so dizzy that she begins to grin without understanding. The woman picks her up and manipulates her body so easily, Jess forced to straddle the thickest thigh she's ever seen with her naked crotch while her arms are pulled up so that the handcuffs loop over the woman's head and hang from her neck. That's all Jess is right now, in this horrifying dream of hers, a naked necklace for her powerful owner. A hand possessively strokes over her tummy and she giggles, eyes becoming needy emeralds that beg for further humiliation. She needs to be subjugated. 

An emboldened Elle sits on that stomach now, Jessica's arms thrown over her head by the girl's own doing. The puppy drags her nose over that bare skin eagerly to savour the girl, the dreamer giggling as she imagines those towering women having their way with her. Not knowing that her own pet has carte blanche instead. Desperate for more, the insatiable bitch bites at Jessica's nipple and the girl imagines a sharp pinch from her teasing dominatrix. The puppy makes a slobbering mess of her chest, sucking with sloppy glee before kissing up to her neck and admiring the parted lips of her sleeping owner with heart pounding and sex weeping. 

In Jessica's head, she can feel her owner's hot breath tease her tilted chin while she hangs from the woman's perfect body. In the real world, a love-drunk Elle pants hard and shuffles up to sit on Jessica's chest, just watching her while completely mesmerised. 

What Jessica perceives as a drawn out tease before the woman claims her needy slave's mouth, is in fact Elle's hesitation and pooling love. The girl leans down and peppers her owner's face with tiny pecks, shivering at the pleasure it gives her to be able to do so without any punishment. Owner usually metes out discipline if Elle gets too affectionate, keeping her on a tight leash, so the girl makes the most of this accepting Jessica gladly. 

In the haze of dreaming, Jess cannot steady her poor breathing, face painted red by her mommy's kisses. The girl melts in a puddle of bliss against the woman's thick thigh, lust drooling all over it. Elle kisses her deeply and Jessica accepts it so eagerly it shocks the poor puppy, unable to calm herself down, overwhelmed by owner's lack of firm hand to correct course while Jessica is overstimulated by soft touch. 

Curiously, with confidence growing, Elle brings her crotch up to Jessica's face and the dream shifts to the girl on her knees staring up into a delectable sex she's helpless to deny. Mistress owns her, the slave knowing that she belongs to that cunt that compromises her every breath. Mommy's corruption floods her lungs, making her impossibly pliant and aroused. Her head tilts forward to greet it and Elle gasps, shuddering pleasure almost knocking the puppy unconscious. Slowly, Elle lowers down onto Jessica's face and grips the pillow either side of it, never having thought she would experience a reverse dinner time!

When light of morning floods into the room through partially open blinds, Mrs. Tilley enters the room after her knocks were left unanswered to discover the sleeping girls. Elle cuddles up to Jess with a bright smile in her sleep, thighs wrapped around the Queen of Paradise who sticks to her sheets with her own blissed out face. 

"O-oh my."

Angel taps at her desk excitedly, having been invigorated by her chance to talk with Jess and reinstate the pecking order. What's a queen to a goddess, she muses, writing up a new entry for her hypnokink blog and making sure to gloat as much as possible in case Jess still stalks her online. Still, she admits that the girl has come a long way and makes sure to write of her pride too. Ever possessive, Angel sees each and every victory Jess achieves as her own win. 

"Don't forget who made you, dear."