It had been a few hours. Maria had taken the time to add a few triggers to her new toy, and hadn't let her out of trance yet.

"Mistress, your wine."

Maria took the glass from the hands of her plaything, rolling it in her hand like a supervillain, and took a sip. She considered that she might be being a bit drunk on power, but it didn't matter too much. Antharia knew what she was getting into, of course. Serving her girlfriend while mindless and nude was exactly the kind of thing she loved to do. But right now, she wanted to see her reaction to all of this.

"Antharia, wake."

The effect was instantaneous. Her posture shifted, gaze focused, and expression turned to horror, in the span of less than a second. She stammered, looking for the words, while Maria just smiled and took another sip of her wine.

"You lost, darling."

Antharia mumbled something under her breath, not quite audible. She tended to do that when she was nervous, so Maria had planned for it.

"Antharia, speak up."

"I LOST SO QUICKLY! I BARELY EVEN RESISTED!"

Her hands snapped to her face, covering her mouth. She had yelled it, probably loud enough for her neighbors to hear, but not quite loud enough to cause a fuss. Maria just laughed.

"You really did. I barely had to do anything, and you were knelt on the ground listening to my every word. It was absolutely adorable, I have to say."

Antharia blushed, something that was usually very hard to make her do. "Are you sure you're gonna keep me like this for... a full weekend? That seems like a while..."

Maria's smile faded. She sat down her glass of wine, and stood. Despite the advantage Antharia had in height, she shrunk under the woman's powerful walk and serious gaze.

"We made a deal. I'm going to follow it. Understood?"

Antharia squeaked. "Y-Yes, mistress."

Her serious expression shifted slightly, to show a hint of compassion and concern. "The safeword is 'Cabbage'. I set it up so that you should be able to say it even if you're in trance. Don't be afraid to use it, okay?"

Antharia nodded. "Okay." 

"Good pet."

The words echoed in Antharia's head, just like when she first put the collar on. Something was happening.

"Wh-wha..."

Maria simply watched, with a grin slowly growing on her face. Antharia's mind started to slow, started to shift. She dropped to her knees, eyes droopy. Then it stopped. She didn't go into trance, she was just left... dumb. Slow, and mostly mindless, and most of what little brainpower she had was devoted to loving her mistress.

"There we go. You look adorable like that."

She tried to respond, but all that came out was a slurred moan.

Maria stood up, walking over to her pet, swirling the wine in her glass like a Bond villain. She watched as the dumb, horny mess on the floor slowly reached a hand downwards to her crotch. A couple fingers slipped in, and she started pumping them, moving them around somewhat erratically as if she'd forgotten how exactly to masturbate.

Maria reached a hand down and rested it on her pet's messy hair, stroking it and comforting her. Antharia was of course far too distracted to pay much attention, but she would relax slightly and moan.

Completely unknown to Antharia, her girlfriend was struggling to maintain her uncaring dominatrix persona. She was almost as horny as her pet, her legs shaking slightly as she stood. Finally, when she could see that Antharia was starting to get close to an orgasm, she gave into her desires and sat back down on the couch. She pulled her leggings down, and her panties aside, and started absentmindedly toying with her crotch. She felt powerful, like an evil mastermind that just finished their ultimate plan. The last part of it fit into place as one word left her mouth.

"Stop."