The Abyss
by Sova
Beatrice stroked her lover’s head, lovingly running her fingers through her hair as her breathing evened out. Edging was not an unfamiliar concept to Lia but teasing her from truly falling into trance was new. So she was giving her time to settle, even if that was settling into a state of unaware euphoria.
This was the life Beatrice would never give up. Lia was her most prized possession. She was her loyalist thrall, the love of her life, and she’d never stop trying to make her happy.
And luckily for them both, one of the things that made Lia happy was being used by her mistress in every way imaginable. Beatrice had never met another woman who craved being enchanted the way she did, although there were a few maids who came close. Lia was great friends with them and often convinced them to in the fun.
Lia was different, though. She wanted her mind to be in Beatrice’s hands, to have her senses twisted and her thoughts stripped away. She wanted to truly think she was an object, to humiliate herself without realizing, she wanted to be put under a spell so deep she couldn’t even think of disobedience or sometimes, couldn’t think whatsoever.
Mindless bliss, her thralls called it. A place even Beatrice had visited once or twice out of sheer curiosity. One Lia couldn’t reach without the glow of her mistress’s sapphire eyes.
“How do you feel?” Beatrice asked.
“I feel whatever my mistress wants me to feel,” Lia said in a sleepy blank tone. That was the voice she had when she was truly deep under. Not just in a trance but like trying to talk to a sleepwalker.
Beatrice could put Lia into trances easily but this state wasn’t one she saw often. Lia was long gone, fallen deep into the abyss. It would take effort to bring her back up. “Well, your mistress wants you to tell me how that feels. Describe it to me.”
Lia stared forward, drool starting to pool as her mind tried to comprehend the order given. “Empty. Satisfied.”
“Well that’s good. I know you like being empty.” Beatrice put her finger against Lia’s lips and she began to suckle on instinct.
“Like it,” Lia mumbled with the finger still in her mouth.
Beatrice took it away, the addled handmaiden licking after it for a moment before letting her head go limp again. “What did you think of my little tease?”
“Meanie,” Lia said without hesitation.
“Meanie?” Beatrice repeated with feigned offense. “I think you’re quite enjoying the aftereffects.”
“Yeahhhh, all the thoughts are goooone.” Lia smiled lovingly, eyes focused on nothing. “Still a meanie.”
“Well, if I’m such a mean mistress, perhaps I won’t play with my doll while she’s in this oh so suggestible state.” Beatrice smiled at the whine that elicited. “You have an issue with that?”
Lia shook her head. “Nooo, you gotta…gotta do it.”
“Oh I “gotta”, huh?” Beatrice leaned in. “Speak up, darling. What do I have to do?”
“Play with me. Please use me,” Lia begged, rubbing against her. She had a hand on her chest and another between her legs. Neither were actually pleasuring herself like she clearly wanted to. Beatrice had to guess that in her mindless state she was so wrapped in the desire to be a doll that she couldn’t even pleasure herself. She needed her mistress to do it, to literally use her like a toy.
“What was that?” Beatrice said, feigning ignorance. “You want me to use something?”
“Use me. I exist to be used. I need to be used. I live to serve. I don’t think, I just obey. Obedience is pleasure.” Lia’s mantras began tumbling out and with it any hint of focus she had been showing. “I exist to be used” was one of them, it must’ve caused her to trip into her nightly reinforcement. It was cute to watch her accidentally begin brainwashing herself and lose sight of what she had been begging for. “I am Beatrice’s property. My body belongs to her. My mind is for her to fill. Her will is my will.”
Beatrice patted her on the head and stood. “Good girl.”
Lia moaned from the trigger phrase but didn’t falter in her repetition. Beatrice readied herself for bed, stripping out of her dress and the layers of undergarments ing it, smiling at the background noise that was her thrall trapped in a loop. There was a decent urge to just go to bed and see if she was still going by morning. She decided against it. Mainly because the answer was almost certainly yes and she wasn’t going to tire Lia out like that tonight.
Although she would be lying if she said she didn’t find the idea of Lia having gone so deep as to repeat her mantras without end very arousing.
Beatrice didn’t redress for bed. She had a feeling anything she wore wouldn’t stay on very long. She returned to her mindless thrall and waited to see how she’d react in this state. Beatrice didn’t have the bounty of a chest that Lia did, but she was still quite an ethereal beauty to behold. Lia made sure to tell her that often, in and out of trance.
“My body belongs to her. My…” Lia stared up at her naked mistress. It was nice to know an already empty mind could still be made blanker by the surprise of a naked beauty. “My…my…”
“Your tongue is a tool to please her,” Beatrice said, leaning down to run her hand along Lia’s cheek.
“My tongue is a tool to please her,” Lia repeated, shivering from her touch. Her mouth didn’t fully close, as if she was preparing to lick at a moment’s notice.
“Your body exists to arouse her,” Beatrice said, feeding her another truth to absorb.
“My body exists to arouse her.” Lia tilted her head, the gears slowly turning. Her hands started pulling up her nightgown in a sluggish attempt to strip. Beatrice bit her lip as the lovely pair of breasts Lia sported spilled out, her arms falling to her sides as her self-imposed task was completed.
Beatrice cupped Lia’s breast and squeezed as she whispered into her ear. “Just a fuckdoll for me to use.”
“Fuckdoll,” Lia moaned with delight. “I exist to be used. I need to be used. I—”
Beatrice cut her off with a ionate kiss, running her hand along her body and teasing her cunt. She pulled away as she held up her hand, fingers glistening. “Barely any time and you’re already wet again.”
“I’m always wet and ready for my mistress,” Lia said between heated breaths.
“Such a good girl,” Beatrice said, kissing her again as the trigger phrase made Lia squirm. “You’ve done well to get your mistress all worked up. I think I need to put that tongue to good use.”
Lia was left panting as she pulled away, nodding in agreement but no unawareness of what she was even agreeing too.
“Now, listen to me very carefully.” Beatrice lifted Lia by the chin and let her eyes glow bright. Lia was already so far gone she’d probably obey regardless but this was like grabbing her mind to mold into what she wanted. “You are just a doll.”
“I am just a doll,” Lia repeated, eyes wide and mouth agape.
“You are a cunt licking doll,” Beatrice said.
“I am a cunt licking doll,” Lia said.
“Every time you lick you feel your own cunt get teased. Every time you make a girl cum, you’ll cum with her. The pleasure is unimaginable and none of it matters because you only care about your purpose.” Beatrice had spoken too fast for her to repeat, leaving the entranced girl to just stare as her eyes stopped glowing. “Which is?”
“I am a cunt licking doll,” Lia repeated obediently. She licked at the air softly as if imagining her new task. Or perhaps she was teasing herself as she hadn’t specified which licks would apply to her own cunt.
“Good girl.” Beatrice was about to move to the bed and let her get started, but she suddenly had an idea as she spotted the soaked panties her handmaiden was wearing. “Take those off.”
“Yes, mistress.” Lia obeyed, still lightly licking at the air as she sluggishly took off the last of her garments and handed them to her.
Beatrice held them in front of her face, waving them back and forth lightly. As she suspected, Lia was transfixed. She hummed with amusement and then tossed the pair across the floor to see how much the second-hand source would feed her new needs.
Lia dove for it like a dog chasing a ball. She didn’t even pick the panties up, instead leaning down with her ass held high to start licking at it on the floor. She moaned with delight, shuddering with each one as the suggestion to feel herself being licked was doing its magic.
As Beatrice moved to the bed to get a better view of her thrall humiliating herself, she noticed Lia had suddenly stopped. She followed the empty-eyed stare to find it locked on her own panties on the ground, discarded from undressing earlier. There was a light stain from the earlier excitement of putting Lia under.
Clearly it didn’t matter how little there was to lick, especially compared to the pair in front of her. All Lia saw was a remnant of her mistress’s cunt and she crawled to it as if it had been calling to her. It was a slow, savoring lick that paired with a moan so animalistic that if Beatrice didn’t know any better, she would’ve said Lia just came a little.
Lia seemed oblivious to anything else, just a mindless doll transfixed by her mistress’s panties. Maybe she was aware she was being watched, at least a little bit, and getting off on that, reveling in the humiliation. It was hard to tell and Lia probably wouldn’t even have an answer to give in this state. Except for the getting off part. The noises Lia made were answer enough for that one.
“You little pervert,” Beatrice said with a soft laugh.
Lia shot up and turned around at the sound of her voice, as if she truly had forgotten she wasn’t alone. Beatrice beckoned her with a finger. Lia crawled to her, knelt at her feet, and looked at her with blank adoration, waiting for orders.
Beatrice spread her legs, expecting Lia to dive in the moment she had the chance. The drool forming as she locked on did imply she wanted to but she was waiting. How curious. The panties were a show, Lia didn’t ask because she knew her mistress wanted her to debase herself. To truly taste her, to fulfill the purpose she’d been given, she needed permission to start.
“So obedient. Empty and eager to please.” Beatrice pet her head. “Now, make your mistress cum.”
That was all Lia needed. Beatrice leaned back and gave an unladylike moan as her doll obeyed with mindless ion. Lia’s empty state did nothing to mitigate her talented tongue. If anything this was her at her best. She had nothing in her mind but the need to be used, to obey, to serve. She wasn’t just a drone completing a task, she was a doll fulfilling its purpose. Lia teased her clit in the way she knew Beatrice liked, she moaned with delight whenever her mistress shuddered from her licks.
“Such a good girl. My mindless fuckdoll.” When Beatrice looked down to see those empty eyes it just made her feel so alive. “Just a toy to be used.”
“Toy,” Lia moaned between licks, her ass wiggling like a dog being praised.
Beatrice groped her own breast as she shuddered with pleasure. “An empty-headed slut.”
“Slut.” Lia licked more fervently as she sensed her mistress was reaching a climax. She moaned with each descriptor.
“Yes, a slut, a slutty plaything, a mindless doll, empty, no thoughts, just obedience!!” Beatrice grabbed Lia’s head as she came. Her cunt licking doll did not relent, feasting on her prize, stifling her own moans as she had her own orgasm reward. Lia did well to make her mistress squirm as the pleasure started to overwhelm the both of them.
Beatrice fell back onto the bed. The licking was gentler now, careful not to make the simmering afterglow tip into painful pleasure. She let Lia continue and just took a minute to catch her breath. She never got tired of this either.
When Beatrice eventually sat up she found Lia’s face pressed against her thigh, tongue lazily licking whatever was within reach. She’d done a surprisingly good job to clean up for what it was worth. Beatrice petted her head and whispered, “Sleep.”
Lia’s eyes fluttered shut. She already was limp in her lap so there wasn’t much of a difference beyond her hands sliding off the bed and flopping to her sides.
“Just rest, my love. You made your mistress so very happy and now you can sink into slumber. I’ll clean you up and get you to bed.” Beatrice kissed head. “You have a long journey back to the surface tonight. You’ll need all the energy you can get.”
Lia smiled softly and muttered in her sleep, “Yes, mistress.”
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