The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Victoria was before her Mistress again. But something about this was... different. Wrong, maybe. She had... just done this, really done this with her Mistress at work. She’d been in her office, sitting behind her desk with her chair turned to the side, and Mistress had stepped backward until her ass was right in front of Victoria. Then Mistress had bent forward, sticking her ass into Victoria’s face even more.

And Victoria was in exactly the same situation now. She was sitting, and Mistress’ ass was directly in front of her face, so Mistress must have bent forward to send it back. But... Victoria had thought... her last meeting with Mistress had ended. If it had ended, though, how was it that she was in exactly the same situation now that she’d been in then? Mistress’ ass was in Victoria’s face, it was like no time had ed at all... it was like nothing had changed...

No, Victoria decided. That last meeting must have ended. She was staring at Mistress’ ass, she couldn’t stop staring at her Mistress’ ass, but even so she still had peripheral vision. And from her peripheral vision she could tell... that there was no desk to the right of her as there should have been... and no wall to her left, as there should have been. She clearly wasn’t in her office, which meant the last meeting must have ended. This was a second meeting in a different place; maybe Mistress had come back and ordered Victoria to follow after her. Victoria didn’t that, but perhaps Mistress had told her to forget.

Yes, this was a second meeting. But it must only be later in the same day... Mistress had taken Victoria to a second location, sat Victoria down, and stuck her ass in Victoria’s face again...

Victoria really tried to focus on what she could see with her peripheral vision, but it was frustratingly indistinct. It was like she was... floating in an indigo void. Or it was like a chair had been placed in an indigo void, and she’d been forced to sit in it...

Maybe there wasn’t even anything ing the chair, and it was just floating in place. If there wasn’t anything ing the chair, then that meant there wasn’t anything under Mistress either, and she was just... floating in place, standing without . Yet Victoria’s mind didn’t even try to question this. Mistress was so good and impressive that of course she would always be able to stand in place mid-air if she wanted to.

But Victoria’s mind went back to the fact that her chair had no ... Mistress was superior, and Victoria was inferior... seeing Mistress’ ass called that lesson back for her... and if Mistress was superior, of course that meant that she should be able to suspend herself in mid-air without . But Victoria was inferior, so she shouldn’t be able to suspend herself in mid-air without before... shouldn’t be able to suspend a chair there and sit on it, either... that part of this was wrong.

And chairs... they usually did have to be ed by something, didn’t they. Now she was thinking about it, she didn’t think she could ever seeing a chair just... floating before... what kind of second location had Mistress brought her to, that these were the kinds of strange rules at play? Where was she? How long was this going to go on?

And was all this really happening on the same day as what had happened earlier? Maybe Victoria was missing more time than she’d realized... and maybe what she was perceiving now wasn’t even real. Maybe Mistress had just... told her mind to see things that weren’t really there. Maybe she was still in her office right now, but Mistress had told her to see an indigo void instead, told her to see the two of them floating in it.

If Mistress had wanted her to imagine that she was floating on air as easily as Mistress was, then Mistress had her reasons for wanting that. And Mistress was always right... but Victoria was still confused... even if this was a conjuration of her imagining, it should reflect the deepest truth which was at play. Mistress was superior, and so even fantastical renderings should depict that. Mistress was superior, so if she was floating, that should be something special that only she got to do... and then Victoria should be... sitting on a platform, or at the top of a cliff or something... should be mundane by contrast anywhere that Mistress was incredible... she should always be lesser... inferior...

She wasn’t sure which thing was true... maybe she was in her office, and maybe she was at a second location. Maybe her mind had just been told to perceive things this way, and maybe this was the way things really were. Maybe it was later the same day, or maybe it was days later, and Mistress had forced her to forget all the time that had ed in the interim...

She’d come to this decision very suddenly but... this was just the way she felt about things now: she didn’t care anymore. Now, she just didn’t care anymore. The setting around them was strange, and her mind couldn’t for it; the situation she found herself in was strange, and her mind couldn’t for how she’d gotten into it, couldn’t find the beginning of this interaction. And none of it mattered, because Mistress’ ass was directly in front of her face. That was the most important thing, the only important thing.

She kept staring at it. If Mistress was keeping her ass in Victoria’s face, that meant Mistress wanted her to look at it. And since she was looking at it... that meant she was obeying.

As soon as she realized that, the same reaction she’d had throughout both previous meetings happened again: she realized she was obeying, and her body gave her a pleasure-reward. She felt a singular orgasmic-convulsion travel through her... it had felt as forceful as the ones which had had happened during Mistress’ last visit to her office (maybe that had happened earlier today and maybe it hadn’t)...

It had felt good, though. Heating her body from the inside everywhere, drawing more lubrication to spill out of her pussy.

That called another memory to mind for her. That second meeting in her office definitely had to have ended, because she... ed Mistress leaving, now... ed masturbating, ed making a money-transfer. Her body was getting her all wet again, so if she was going to masturbate this time, and send a money-transfer after that, she’d be well-prepared to do that. Her pussy would be so slick her touch would just glide and glide over it. She didn’t seem to have her phone, though... so how could she make the transfer this time?

This time? Now she felt even more confused... for a moment it had been as though she’d believed she was doing her second meeting with Mistress over again. But no, that meeting had ended, and it wasn’t possible to do either days or days’ events over again... but then, it wasn’t possible to float in the air, either...

She must be at a second location... somehow, this all must be real. She hadn’t ed Mistress leaving before, but now that she had, she knew Mistress wouldn’t have come back a second time on the same day. So she was at a second location... Mistress had waited for her outside the building and caught her when she was coming out... or it was a different day, and Mistress had come to find her in her office again before making her see all this.

But Mistress’ ass was still there... it distracted her away from her confusion. Mistress ass was there, and she knew she was inferior... and she knew she was watching it just the way Mistress wanted her to be, so she knew she was obedient... and in obeying, obeying when she knew the longer she looked at Mistress’ ass the more pathetic she would feel... she was degrading herself.

She was doing something that made her more and more pathetic but she was doing it because she loved to be mistreated. More than that, she loved to be exploited, and got off on it. She was getting on it now, the pleasure rewarding her for obeying, the obedience sending her further below her Mistress and degrading her, humiliating her, making her lesser... she was the one who was choosing to think this way. She was the one who kept reveling in her weakness... because she was that pathetic and inferior, because she did get off on being exploited, got off on it this much.

Mistress had known she would... so this was like exploitation on top of exploitation. Mistress had revealed her ass, had given Victoria her ass to consider because she’d known exactly what responses Victoria would have to seeing it, and she’d taken advantage of all those responses because she’d wanted Victoria’s feelings to become stronger.

Victoria’s feelings were becoming stronger. She was looking at Mistress as... she was obeying, making herself lesser, she was getting off on that... she was looking at Mistress’ ass, ing that Mistress wanted to take advantage of everything Victoria had inside to make Victoria’s feelings go deeper... she was looking at Mistress’ ass, and understanding that she now adored Mistress even more than she had before... and even more again... and even more again, it was all just going to go on forever!

She was obeying and making herself lesser and being exploited and getting off on it... but Mistress’ ass was still there. There was something else she needed to do, now.

She needed to lean forward and kiss one of Mistress’ asscheeks... that had... she’d done that before, she’d done that already... but everything was blurring in her head again, and she couldn’t keep it straight any longer. She knew now that as soon as she kissed Mistress’ ass it would make her even more pathetically abject. Knew it would seal in her obedience forever; knew it would change her so she wouldn’t even be able to hesitate any time Mistress made her desires clear.

But no, this is wrong, I DID this already! She insisted inside. She failed to convince herself. She had never done this before, she was sure of that now. She had never done this before; she would do it now, for the first time, and have all the responses she knew doing it would cause in her.

But how do I know what those responses are going to be if I HAVEN’T had this experience before? Still she failed to convince herself. She had never kissed Mistress’ ass, so she’d better hurry up and do it quickly, because it was time for her to seal her obedience in. It was time for her to take her capacity to hesitate and strike it out of herself forever, so she would never have it going forward, never have it ever again. She felt herself leaning forward, felt her eyes shutting. She wanted to feel the kiss fully when it happened; she’d closed her eyes to better focus on sensation.

She felt Mistress’ asscheek hit her mouth, felt her mouth kissing a smooch into place and—

She became suddenly aware that there was a bed ing her body. And her mouth was smooching against something firm, she could feel that firmness resting right against her lips. But she realized she was only kissing the back of her wife’s ear, and not her Mistress’ asscheek.

Her heart sank. She wasn’t kissing her Mistress’ asscheek— how disappointing! And how embarrassing, too... but when she realized she’d humiliated herself by acting out her dream, that made her wet. Primly, she pulled herself back to her side of the bed... but then couldn’t suppress the squirm which traveled through her when she again thought that she had humiliated herself...

She wondered if she’d be acting out her dream in her sleep in other ways, too. In the dream when her body had given her pleasure-reward... maybe her body had experienced an orgasmic-convulsion at the same time, lying in the bed. She felt a little sparking of pleasure inside, just in thinking about that.

She let herself think harder about the dream. It had been humiliating in itself. She should have dreamed that Mistress had spoken to her... should have dreamed Mistress were pressuring her, demanding she obey. But Mistress had said nothing, had only stood there, showing off her ass. That was what had made the dream humiliating. Mistress had commanded her... only with an image... only through implied suggestion. By showing off her ass, she’d implied that she wanted Victoria to kiss it... but Victoria was so ridiculously obedient now that to her, the implication had been a command. And she hadn’t been able to disobey... Mistress had shown off her ass to make Victoria’s mind repeat its new beliefs and believe them deeper... Victoria’s mind had... and then Mistress had kept showing off her ass until Victoria had understood she was being commanded to kiss... and then she had...

The most disturbing thing was that Victoria had only been dreaming of how obedient she already was in her waking-life.

She rolled onto her back, and looked up at the ceiling. Well, it was morning now; she could tell that from the light in the room. It was morning, and that meant she could leave her dream behind in the night.

What was she going to do with her day now, though? Yesterday had been Monday, and Mistress had come to the office... today was Tuesday, so Victoria was due to go in. But the only way of making sure she wouldn’t see her Mistress today was to stay home. Somehow when she went to work Mistress always found her there... but Mistress wouldn’t find her here. So she would stay home. She wasn’t ready to see her Mistress again.

She shook Lexi awake. “Lexi,” she said. “I’m going to take the day off. You should, too.”

Lexi grumbled, but got up and called to cancel that day’s tutoring sessions. Once Lexi ended the call, it really sank in for Victoria that she wouldn’t be seeing her Mistress that day, and really sank in for her that she’d successfully protected herself from having such a visit happen. That filled her with a sense of relief, and as the day was beginning, that sense of relief endured, staying with Victoria as she and Lexi went out to the kitchen to make breakfast together.

After they’d sat down at the breakfast-table to eat, though, Victoria felt the tingling she’d felt all weekend— return. The only thing different about it was where on her body it was located. Throughout the weekend, it had been concentrated in her hips, thighs, and ass. But now it was happening in other places. She felt it in her lips, and... actually, she felt it everywhere else, too. It was definitely distinctly present in her lips... it felt like it was reaching far into each of them. Elsewhere, though, it coated... every inch of her body. But the lip-tingling and the everywhere-tingling were both different from each other. The lip-tingling seem to reach into her body to a certain depth. But the everywhere-tingling didn’t seem to reach into her body at all... it just seemed to be sitting on her surface, not rooting down any deeper. She wondered what that meant, but her mind was already drifting away from that question.

She focused on the tingling. That sensation was just going on, coursing through her... but that meant that somewhere... Mistress had her medallion out, and she was activating it. Even just picturing Mistress holding the activated-medallion, watching it work, watching its power (really just an extension of her power) pulse... turned Victoria on. She wondered, then, if Mistress had shown up at her office expecting to find her there... and if, upon finding she wasn’t, Mistress had decided to punish her by stealing more attributes from her body.

But Victoria’s mind immediately corrected her. Mistress had wanted to exploit Victoria’s body for all its attributes even before Victoria had done anything to show slight defiance. This was something Mistress would have done either way, it was simply what she wanted... thinking that increased the arousal that Victoria had inside.

The tingling persisted. After breakfast, Victoria excused herself to the bathroom, and looked at her reflection.

Her lips... looked a little less plump than usual. She pictured Mistress holding the activated-medallion again, imagined she could see the thickness of her own lips draining out of them, and imagined that same thickness flowing into Mistress’ lips. Mistress was taking that attribute from Victoria... exploiting Victoria’s body so she could have it...

That turned Victoria on again... but that wasn’t right. How could it be turning her on? Realizing it was made her mind feel like it was swimming in confusion. Mistress was stealing from her body, she shouldn’t find that erotic...

The feeling of confusion ed, and then she found a sense of anger inside. Mistress was stealing from Victoria’s body, and how dare she!

Victoria looked past her lips to the rest of her face. And when she did, she thought she’d finally understood what the everywhere-tingling was doing.

Her skin still looked very smooth and without blemish... for now... but... there was a slight-quality to it that hadn’t been there before. It looked a little... plain...

She doubted her skin would stay smooth and without blemish for long now, though... not now the everywhere-tingling was targeting it. That was what that tingling was doing... changing her skin all over her body... that was why it only sat on her surface and didn’t reach deeper.

She imagined Mistress with the activated-medallion again, imagined the beauty of her own skin draining out of her and flowing into Mistress. That turned her on again... then she was confused again... then angry about it. Then more turned on... then confused... then angry about it. She was just having all those feelings in a jumble, and one kept leading to the next, which would then have the other feelings inside of it... which was more confusing, and then that was more infuriating... and then it was more sexually stimulating...

She decided she needed to bring her bathroom-break to a close before she got completely lost in her own feelings.

After her bathroom-break, she and Lexi went out back, intending to sit in the garden for a while... the tingling persisted. Lexi had went out ahead of Victoria, and as Victoria pulled the sliding-door closed behind her, Victoria’s eyes fell to Lexi’s ass, watched it shifting within Lexi’s typical pair of yoga-pants.

Seeing Lexi’s ass conjured the image of Mistress’ ass in her mind, suddenly, and even just imagining Mistress’ ass was a fantasy. Victoria tried to feel bad for looking at her wife and feeling arousal for another woman, but she couldn’t get the feeling to come. So she let her mind dwell on the image of her Mistress’ ass, as she and Lexi finally sat down in their loungers together. And dwelling on Mistress’ ass made Victoria think of her dream.

She’d dreamed and dreamed of Mistress’ ass there, but that was even more disturbing now that she was ing this by light of day. Even while asleep, she’d perfectly ed all the beliefs that Mistress had installed inside her: that she was inferior, that she was obedient, that she got off on being exploited... but if her mind could those beliefs even in her sleep, that meant that those beliefs had sunk so far into it that they’d reached her subconscious, and were woven all through there, too.

In the dream it had also felt the way it did when Victoria was awake... had felt like all the responses were wearing in deeper, growing stronger every time they happened again. Even though the responses had been happening in a dream this time... they had strengthened themselves again.

Lexi and Victoria re-entered the house; the tingling was still happening, for Victoria. And now Lexi was walking in front again, her ass shifting in her yoga-pants still. The image didn’t affect Victoria at all; she regretted that it didn’t, but she couldn’t change that. And the image didn’t linger in any way, either. Even when the two of them sat down and had lunch, Victoria was only thinking about Mistress’ ass, and last night’s dream.

It was disturbing to think that Victoria’s own body and mind were so completely on Mistress’ side that even in Victoria’s sleep they would try to inculcate the desired-responses Mistress wanted her to have even deeper. But that was clearly what was happening. So if Mistress wanted to intensify her responses, and Victoria’s own mind and body wanted to intensify her responses, and would work to do that even in Victoria’s sleep... then what chance did Victoria really have? She was being assailed from all sides...

It had somehow become mid-afternoon; the tingling was still happening. Lexi and Victoria left the kitchen to go read a book each, side by side, in the living-room. Lexi was walking in front again, the sight of her ass did nothing for Victoria no matter how much she tried to focus on it. It really was an amazing ass, so large and round and soft, and still it did nothing for Victoria now. She tried and tried to focus, but her thoughts stubbornly slipped back to her Mistress.

That fantasy of Mistress’ ass was still in her mind. And the beliefs that went with seeing it were too. She was obedient, because kissing Mistress’ ass had sealed her obedience in. She got off on being exploited, because kissing Mistress’ ass had been degrading. She was inferior, because Mistress was superior, and the fact that Mistress showing off her ass was enough to make Victoria respond in so many different ways... was proof of Mistress’ superiority...

Lexi and Victoria ate dinner together in the early evening; the tingling persisted. Then after dinner, quite a number of hours after Victoria’s morning bathroom-check, she went to check her reflection again. It had changed a lot; her plump and full lips were now unremarkable... ing what they had been made them look like two thin lines against each other, to Victoria. And her skin... it didn’t look smooth or blemishless now. It looked plain... actually a bit oily. She wondered if her face would start breaking out, soon.

She knew where her attributes had gone, too... she pictured Mistress with thick, plump lips... pictured Mistress with blemishless, beautiful skin, and it made a new burst of arousal spike inside of her. Which confused her, like before... then made her mad again, then turned her on, then confused her...

She forced herself to move on with her bathroom-check.

Since the weekend, she had also taken to carrying the pull tape-measure with her, since losing the height she’d lost so far had made her paranoid. But this newly-formed habit meant that she had the pull tape-measure with her in the bathroom with her right now.

Considering so much else on her body had changed, she wanted to check her height, too. She was afraid she might have lost more of that, as well.

She pinned the tab-end of the pull tape-measure to the floor with her foot, then started pulling from there, kept pulling as she straightened from a crouch to a stance, and kept pulling until she had drawn the tape-measure along the full length of her body. She marked her highest point with her finger on the tape-measure, and then pulled it out to the side so she could see it.

Her fear had come true. She’d lost another inch of height. She’d lost her lips, her beautiful skin, and another inch. She was now five foot six.

She felt a fresh wave of anger. That had been her height, and Mistress had just taken it! But the anger soon gave way; this time not to confusion or arousal but... to sadness. She’d hoped, after losing the height she’d already lost, that she’d at least be able to stay at the level she’d fallen to. Instead, though, she’d just fallen further, and that was upsetting.

She didn’t want to stay in the bathroom and wallow, though. She was so upset that wallowing would definitely have swallowed the rest of her evening and all of her night, so to avoid that outcome, she left to go back to her wife.

When she got back to the table, she turned around and saw that Lexi had moved on to the kitchen instead. She was standing at the sink washing the dishes.

Victoria went over to help dry and put away, but once she was standing beside Lexi, Lexi glanced at her, seemed to see something in her expression, and turned to face her. Instinctively, Victoria turned to fully face her too, and found herself thrust into an unsettling situation.

Lexi was at eye-level with her now. Of course, because she’s five-six. And that’s the height I’m at now, too... but it was an unsettling experience, because in all the time Victoria had known her, she had always been taller than Lexi. She’d never been at eye-level with her. Even after losing the height she’d lost this weekend, she’d still been slightly taller than her wife. But all of that was over; she and her wife were exactly as tall as each other, now.

She felt her sadness coming back... it must have lingered enough to show in her face, that must have been what Lexi had seen, must have been what had made Lexi want to turn toward her. But she was sure that sadness must be showing through her more obviously now, because she was feeling it even more strongly now. She’d always been tall, and now her height was just... average.

Lexi studied Victoria’s face. “Is it your body that’s upsetting you?”

Victoria doubletook. “You’ve noticed that?”

Lexi nodded. “I noticed this weekend. You seemed worried; you kept checking yourself in the mirror. So I watched you more closely too, to see what you were trying to keep an eye. And... it did seem like... you got a bit shorter. And that your hips, thighs and ass all sort of... deflated. And today you seem a little shorter, still. I think we’re the same height now, actually. Is all that the reason you’re feeling upset?”

Victoria was surprised to find herself sniffling. But she nodded. “Yeah.”

Lexi cupped Victoria’s cheek with her hand. “I’ll always you, no matter what you look like. But you don’t need to worry. You’re still completely beautiful, even if your body’s changed a bit.”

“You’ll always me?” Victoria couldn’t keep the incredulity out of her tone; she wasn’t sure she deserved such .

“Of course I’ll always you,” Lexi said, dropping her hand. “I’m the one person in the world who is always completely one-hundred percent going to be on your side in every situation. I’m your wife.”

“But I’m—”

Lexi rolled her eyes. “You’re cheating on me. I know. That doesn’t change the way I feel, or what I’m willing to offer you. I’m still on your side even though you’re cheating on me.”

Victoria was a little surprised to hear Lexi speaking of it so frankly... and then she wasn’t. Lexi was blunt by nature, didn’t believe in mincing words... so of course she’d just directly addressed the issue that was between them. Doing something like that was just like her.

And Lexi was kind by nature too... offering the sort of reassurance she’d just offered, even to someone currently betraying her... that was like her to do as well. Victoria felt for a moment that she really didn’t deserve her wife. She hadn’t deserved reassurance like that, hadn’t deserved either the compliment or the comfort Lexi had just offered her. She certainly appreciated having received all that, though.

And yet... everything Mistress had taught her to believe was still true in her mind... she couldn’t disbelieve any of it... so what had really changed?

“And your body’s changes—” Lexi tried to start again; she was watching Victoria with a concerned expression now.

Victoria didn’t want to hear anything about Lexi’s concern. “You don’t need to worry about my body. It doesn’t matter what’s going on with my body; it’s just doing its own thing, and it’s going to keep on doing that, so it’s a waste of time to even talk about it.” In saying that, she couldn’t help but compare herself against her wife; her wife had spoken bluntly just before, but she had also spoken kindly. That was the kind of person her wife was. Forthright, but kind.

And in what Victoria had just said, she’d shown what kind of person she was, too. She was someone who would say anything, anything at all whether she believed it or agreed about it, anything at all no matter what her true feelings on the topic were, just so she could corner people in to doing what she wanted. How had someone so duplicitous ended up with someone so forthright? But that had happened. And her tendency to corner people in to doing what she wanted was probably why she’d gotten as far in the corporate world as she had, but it was bad of her that she never drew a line and said, “this person, I won’t pressure and try to corner them.”

She didn’t even draw that line for her own wife. Lexi had been trying to start a conversation Victoria didn’t want to have, so there Victoria had gone, behaving in a way very typical of her. She’d set aside her honest feelings about the topic at hand (she was concerned about the changes happening to her body, too) in order to make the statement that was most likely to be successful. She’d treated her wife like she was just someone else to shut up, just someone else to pressure and influence. And in doing that, she’d been behaving just like herself.

She’d always acted this way in their relationship, both when they were dating, and after they’d gotten married. And she’d never felt guilty about it, because she for all that time she had felt like she was superior, so she’d felt owed the love of someone like Lexi... and then had felt owed the love of Lexi herself. So her calculating behavior had never bothered her.

She’d been like Mistress, hadn’t she? Exploiting everyone and everything to get exactly what she wanted out of them. She’d never drawn the line at exploiting her wife, and even now that she was increasingly losing her ability to exploit everything else, she’d apparently retained the ability to exploit her wife. And... she still didn’t feel guilt about that. She’d never felt guilt about that at any point in their entire relationship, and apparently still didn’t, even now. Had some part of her thought that in the face of the distressing situation with her Mistress, that she might soften in some ways? Well, she absolutely hadn’t.

Lexi was frowning, apparently thinking back on what Victoria had last said and still finding the statement unsatisfactory. She looked like she was going to try broaching the topic again, and Victoria still didn’t want the topic discussed. Of course Lexi was still thinking about it, though. Victoria had done her best to dismiss the point Lexi had been trying to raise, but she had still addressed that point. And while she’d been addressing it, she’d been reminding Lexi to keep thinking about it, reminding Lexi of its existence. They needed to move on to a new topic, something that wouldn’t raise any reminders of the changes currently happening to Victoria’s body, something that wouldn’t raise those reminders at all.

Victoria immediately took hold of Lexi by the hips, and pulled her body closer. In one smooth move, as Lexi shifted forward, Victoria leaned in, so that Lexi’s mouth hit against hers once she’d come to stand in that closer position. Then Victoria kept moving her lips on Lexi’s. After a few seconds, Lexi seemed to give in to the kiss and start kissing it back to Victoria.

Victoria broke the kiss first, moving her mouth over so she was speaking directly in to Lexi’s ear— usually she had to lean down, at least a little, to do this. It was still so strange to be at the same height as Lexi, now. “We’re going to fuck now, Lexi. You want to.”

Oh saying that had felt strange! It really had! She was used to being the dominant one, she was used to being the one in control. Her desire to be in control had shown even in the way she’d always exploited people. Though generally, every time she’d done that, she’d been taking control of things and people without permission or invitation. In her romantic relationships, though, she’d been in control and her various partners had always invited her to be. Had been alright with her doing that, or had even wanted her to.

It had felt normal, for so long, to be the one who was in control, to be the one exerting dominance... she’d done that everywhere in her life, exerted control, cornered, pressured, exploited... so it had only seemed natural for that to flow into her sex-life. But it didn’t feel normal now... she was the inferior one, she deserved to be put in her place by someone superior, like her Mistress... yet she’d said something forceful to Lexi just now, like she was someone superior. Like she’d never realized that she was actually inferior and had only been misguided all these years.

She didn’t let herself dwell on that strangeness anymore. She pressed her mouth back into Lexi’s, and went on aggressively kissing her. It was strange to act like she was superior, but this was the one place she was allowed to pretend that she was. Here, she could exert dominance. Here, she could pretend like she was in control of everything. She could exploit her wife and get what she wanted out of her, could make everything just the way she thought it should be, and Lexi would only go along with that.

Although realizing that made Victoria lose respect for Lexi, slightly. Victoria was inferior, but Lexi was deferring to her as if she were superior... that meant Lexi was even more inferior than she was...

She didn’t let her mind dwell on that either.

She kissed Lexi harder, positioning one hand along the back of Lexi’s head to hold her in place. Lexi seemed good and distracted now; she probably wasn’t thinking about the changes Victoria’s body was undergoing at all anymore. And this solution had been like Victoria to pursue, too... of course she’d acted as though sex itself was a solution. That was always how she approached it. When she wanted a thrill, having sex with strangers was the solution to that... when she was horny and needed to get some release faster than she would have been able to get home to Lexi, having sex with strangers was the solution to that. And so many times throughout their marriage, Victoria had initiated sex to avoid a difficult discussion. Lexi tried to address things head-on, and Victoria tried to avoid, tried to take things to a sexual place instead.

So of course she’d done the exact same thing here. When was she not thinking about sex, really? About how much she wanted to have it, or about how she could use it to solve her problems... sex had always been another way to exert dominance, to make people do what she wanted. She’d gotten people to do plenty of non-sexual things for her just by fucking them first. Or promising a fuck in return and then rewarding them... and she was behaving in a way that was typical of herself here too. She did not draw the line at her wife: so sex was, again, something she could use to solve a problem, to get someone’s compliance. In this case, Lexi’s compliance.

Their lips kept moving together, the kiss moving deeper and deeper, their tongues touching and twining again and again, touching and twining and licking over each other while their lips massaged themselves together. That lust that was always inside, that lust that kept her thinking about sex, seeking to use sex, obsessing about sex... was there now as it always was, but in making out with Lexi, it was simultaneously being alleviated and becoming intensified. A hunger that fed itself to reach a point of deeper hunger... but Victoria was enjoying the make-out session immensely; it wasn’t causing her frustration in any way.

She kissed Lexi even harder still, kissing and kissing her; she kept her one hand cradling the back of Lexi’s head, but she let her other hand trail down Lexi’s spine. Lexi whimpered into her mouth, and that made Victoria feel powerful, like she was the superior one... she kept that hand traveling down Lexi’s body until finally it reached Lexi’s ass. Then she started squeezing with her hand, handling Lexi’s ass a bit carelessly. She wasn’t being very intentional about what she was doing with her hand; she just kept gathering up handfuls of soft flesh wherever she could get them. It all only made Lexi whimper more.

Victoria didn’t want to wait any longer to start fucking her. She broke their kiss, dropped her hand from the back of Lexi’s head, and then swung the hand that was near Lexi’s ass. It connected against the expanse of Lexi’s assflesh in a loud smack. “Get yourself to the bedroom,” Victoria commanded Lexi; Lexi went.

Victoria followed after Lexi... Lexi had really almost sprinted off, so by the time Victoria got to their bedroom Lexi had been there for a minute or two at least. And she had used that time to strip herself down to her bare body. She was waiting naked on the bed for Victoria, now.

Victoria really didn’t want to wait any longer before she started fucking Lexi. She spread herself out on the bed, lying on her stomach, immediately pressing her mouth against Lexi’s pussy. She gave it slobbering kisses; she had broken their last kiss in the kitchen, and ended their make-out session. But that make-out session had been revived here; Victoria was now kissing Lexi’s pussy in all the same ways she’d so recently been kissing her mouth. She massaged her lips against the flesh she found against them... always seeking something deeper and deeper. Now that she was at Lexi’s pussy, though, that had her seeking toward the entrance of Lexi’s pussy. Then once she was there, seeking deeper within it, sending her tongue out in flicks and twists and writhing licks... she’d made her tongue writhe like this between the ing of their mouths while they’d been in the kitchen... but now she was making her tongue writhe in exactly the same way; just making it writhe inside Lexi’s pussy now, instead of in her mouth.

Lexi was shaking already, as if each new movement of Victoria’s mouth caused a new shiver to travel through her. She was behaving as though she was perfectly sensitive, perfectly primed for each new thing Victoria wanted to do with her mouth.

That was making this a more enjoyable experience for Victoria; so Victoria thought Lexi deserved to be praised for that. She drew her mouth back, and held herself back, just to speak for a moment. “You’re so good for me,” she praised. “Always so trembling and ready, ready for me to do anything I want to, ready to respond to that just the way I want to see you respond to that.”

Victoria wasn’t currently even touching Lexi... and yet Lexi had shivered just as violently that time as she had each time Lexi had kissed and licked against her.

“You’re so ready to respond to me that you’ll even do it when I’m not touching you,” Victoria added with a smirk. “So good for me.”

Holding power this way had turned Victoria on even more, though, and so she didn’t want to return to her make-out session with Lexi’s pussy again. She wanted to be more selfish. It was hot to be superior, to be in control. She ed now why she’d always enjoyed being in that position. And since she did find it hot... she was more turned on now and she did want to be more selfish.

She sat up, and Lexi craned her neck to look up at her from where she’d fallen to lying against the bed. “You’re so good for me, but you’re ready to be even better,” Victoria went on. “I know you’re ready to switch places with me, and eat me out. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do. I’m going to be playing with my tits, and you’re going to be eating me out. That’s what will be happening next.”

Lexi nodded very fast, and moved out of the way. Victoria pulled off what she’d been wearing very quickly, and rolled herself into the spot Lexi had just left. She was lying on her back now, with her hips apart, but she did more with the position than Lexi had; Lexi had just left her legs to lie along the bed, but Victoria put her feet on the bed so her knees were up, and leaning out to the sides.

Lexi was quick to take the spot Victoria had vacated, and then Victoria felt Lexi’s mouth touch against her. Lexi had gone directly for Victoria’s entrance, the way Victoria had gone for Lexi’s. But when Lexi licked around inside there, it felt like she was scooping Victoria’s lubrication out, carrying out with a cured tongue and then swallowing it down.

She’d started eating of Victoria so quickly that Victoria hadn’t even had the time to reach for her breasts. But she didn’t let the pleasure in her pussy distract her; now she did reach for her breasts, placing one hand on each of them. Then she was being as careless as she’d been with Lexi’s ass, before... just carelessly gathering up handfuls of flesh and then letting them pour back out of her hold. She did it again and again, adding to the pleasure Lexi’s licking and slurping and sucking was stirring in her.

Lexi was eating her out very distractingly; she kept licking and kissing. She drew more arousal out from within Victoria’s entrance, and swallowed it. She kissed her way up to Victoria’s clit and flicked it with her tongue a few times, before sucking it into her mouth. She held it there for a number of minutes, sucking harder and harder on it all the time. Victoria watched herself, watched the way she was responding to this, and... drew a disappointing conclusion.

Usually, this kind of stimulation would have been enough to trigger an orgasm in her. But that kind of response was missing from her completely. She was feeling a lot of pleasure, but that pleasure felt very scattered and unconcentrated. It didn’t seem like something that was ever going to draw together and release all at once.

She thought again of the previous night’s dream, then of the real-life event that it had stemmed from. She had kissed her Mistress’ ass, and had sealed her own obedience in forever. But someone truly obedient... would never have an orgasm that was unrelated to the person they’d given themselves in obedience to. So if her Mistress was excluded from this experience completely... maybe Victoria would never have an orgasm at all. Maybe she couldn’t orgasm unless her Mistress was included in some way.

She was completely obedient now; kissing Mistress’ asscheek had ensured that. So she thought there was a good chance her suspicion was right.

She ought to try thinking of her Mistress, to see if that would bring about an orgasm. She did want to have an orgasm; not just because she was craving one physically, although she was. Lexi was used to having sex with her, knew what to expect from previous times they’d fucked. So Lexi was expecting her to cum now, from having her clit sucked.

Victoria didn’t want Lexi to know she could no longer orgasm in the same way. She just wanted to meet her wife’s expectations, and hide the fact that anything was different. So in case thinking of Mistress would make her release, she wanted to send a few thoughts in that direction right now. If those thoughts did make her cum, after all... then to Lexi it would just seem like everything was the same, and like Victoria had come at the typical time from the typical kind of stimulation.

Victoria thought of her Mistress, then. She pictured her Mistress standing ahead of her, then turning around and leaning forward, putting her ass on display again.

The orgasm happened immediately, shaking Victoria weakly. It hadn’t gripped every muscle of her body, and wracked its way through her... it hadn’t been that powerful, but it had certainly taken the edge off of things.

It seemed her suspicion had been right, though. For her to orgasm, her Mistress had to be present somehow, even if only in her thoughts.

That first orgasm hadn’t been a very full orgasm, though, so Victoria already wanted another one. Maybe if she came a second time, she would cum harder, and would finally have one of those full-body orgasms which seemed to hold her inside such tension and pressure and work through every part of her. She was really craving one of those... if she came a second time, maybe she would get to have one like that.

She wanted to give Lexi a little attention, though... she wanted to feel she was above her again, the way she’d felt each time she had commanded her today and taken charge. She sat up, and pushed at Lexi’s shoulders to make Lexi withdraw from where she’d still been sucking clit. Lexi obliged her when she made this indication.

“On your hands and knees on the bed now,” Victoria told her, and Lexi obliged this too. Victoria shifted down the bed slightly herself, so she was sitting closer to the back of Lexi’s body. And she thought of what she’d thought of earlier... she herself was inferior, so for Lexi to submit to her and treat her like she was superior meant that Lexi was making herself even more inferior beneath one who was inferior to begin with. Which made Lexi even more inferior than Victoria was...

When Victoria had thought that before, her estimation of her wife had dropped slightly. She held on to that feeling. Lexi was lesser, she had fallen in Victoria’s view... Victoria should punish her for that, take any... mixed feelings she herself had about that out on Lexi. Plus, if she treated Lexi like she was really inferior, then the illusion of being superior herself would become a very convincing one. And she thought she wanted that again.

She drew her hand back and swung it, smacking it into Lexi’s ass. Victoria was not allowed to touch her Mistress’ ass unless she was kissing it... but she could touch Lexi’s ass any time she wanted and however she wanted.

When her hand connected, Lexi’s assflesh rippled a little from the impact, and Lexi yelped. She was fairly open to Victoria’s view in this position, too, so Victoria saw her pussy clench, also.

“You’re such a bad girl, Lexi,” she said. She drew her hand back and smacked Lexi’s ass again. “You’re so far below me that you deserve to be treated like this.” She smacked her again. “You act like you deserve to be in my presence, like you deserve to have my attention.” She smacked Lexi again, she was so powerful, the illusion was so convincing... “But you don’t. Because you are inferior. So you need to be punished... for pretending you aren’t.” Smack. “You need to be punished for pretending that you deserve things only superior people do.” Smack. “So it’s a good thing that I’m already giving you the exact kind of treatment you desesrve.”

Lexi’s pussy had clenched with each strike of Victoria’s hand, so it had been as though Victoria were putting her through a slowed-down, drawn-out, roundabout orgasm. That was the only kind of orgasm Lexi was going to be allowed to have right now; Victoria wasn’t going to do anything more purposeful or direct for her.

And Lexi’d been having her turn experiencing pleasure for a while now. Victoria thought it was time she herself had a turn again.

“You’ve had enough pleasure for the moment, now,” Victoria said, and Lexi understood immediately. She moved out of her hands-and-knees position, turning herself around so she was sitting on the bed waiting for Victoria’s next command. Her ass must be sore from the spanking, she must be finding it uncomfortable to put her weight on it as she rested it against the bed. Victoria liked the thought of that.

And she was waiting... for Victoria to decide what would happen next. Victoria was so powerful, she was the one who was going to dictate the way everything unfolded... it was only illusion, but she loved pretending it was real.

“Fuck your fingers into my pussy,” Victoria said, and leaned back. She didn’t lie down this time, just reclined, putting her hands out behind her to herself.

Lexi lowered her hand until it was hovering just outside Victoria’s entrance; then she entered Victoria’s body pussy with three of her fingers at once, and started thrusting them deep... then shallow then deep then shallow then deep...

It was such a lovely feeling of fullness... and Victoria was sensitive enough already that her pussy just fluttered and fluttered in response to having something sent into it. But she felt the same way as before: all her pleasure was scattered and unfocused, unconcentrated. It was never going to gather together and release. If she wanted to cum, there was something she needed to do.

She summoned the thought of her Mistress again; this time, only pictured her Mistress standing and facing her head-on. But Victoria drank the image of her in... Victoria’s attention particularly lingered on the curves Mistress had stolen, exploited her own body for.

As soon as she pictured that, another orgasm was happening inside of her. It was pleasant, but still not what she’d been looking for. Again, it took the edge off her frustration. But it wasn’t one of those all-consuming orgasms. She wanted one of them. She’d tried cumming twice, and they’d still evaded her... if she came a third time, maybe she would have third-time’s luck?

“Hand out of my pussy now,” Victoria instructed. “Suck my nipples and make me cum a third time.”

Lexi obediently withdrew her hand, and then ducked down to put Victoria’s left nipple between her lips. She sucked there for a while, tongue flicking over Victoria’s nipple over and over. Then she trailed kisses across Victoria’s sternum until she reached Victoria’s other breast... then she sucked at that nipple. Trailed back, and sucked at the other... trailed back... she kept moving between both.

If this had been any other time, any other occasion of them having sex, Victoria would have been helplessly worked up by this point. But things were different now, she’d sealed her obedience to Mistress... so all her pleasure was still unconcentrated.

Victoria did want to cum a third time though, in case that third time would finally give her an orgasm that was more satisfactory, so she pictured her Mistress again. Standing in front of her, running her hands up and down her body... such a good body, just because it was an extension of the one who inhabited it... Mistress was so good...

She came a third time, came with Lexi’s mouth sucking at her right nipple, but this third orgasm was identical to the other too. It alleviated things slightly, but didn’t bring about any true satisfaction.

She didn’t see the point in continuing to chase something she was becoming increasingly convinced would keep eluding her. So she made a show of sighing her satisfaction and collapsing into lying on the bed.

Lexi seemed to understand she was done, and she lay down beside her. “We should get under the covers,” she said. From the sound of her voice, Victoria could tell that she felt sated. Victoria hadn’t done anything very direct to get her off... but the enjoyment of being spank must have been enough. That, or Lexi had had some internal orgasms just from doing things to Victoria and seeing her respond to them.

Getting under the covers was a good suggestion though, so Victoria stood off the bed. She wasn’t as worn-out as she’d made herself seem, so it was easy to stand up. Lexi did seem to be genuinely worn-out now, though, so getting up seemed more difficult for her.

Once they were both up, they rolled the covers down together, then lay themselves against the sheets and pulled the covers back up. Then they snuggled themselves together; they shared a kiss, and Victoria cuddled further into Lexi’s side. Lexi seemed to have settled... might be very close to sleeping, or might have already gone fully to sleep. But Victoria didn’t feel drowsy... her mind was turning over the events of her recent-past very carefully.

Things did seem to be different now. It was probably safe to assume that she wasn’t capable of achieving those more powerful orgasms on her own... and it was definitely safe to assume that she couldn’t cum at all, even weakly, unless her Mistress was involved in the experience somehow.

She didn’t mind that things were different now. Mistress was her Mistress and she wanted to belong to her; it was right for everything to be just as Mistress wanted it, and this new arrangement was the way Mistress wanted things to be.

The only thing Victoria regretted was that she hadn’t had any really forceful orgasms. And she couldn’t help but compare all the orgasms she’d had in recent memory. The orgasms she’d had while she was with Lexi... simply paled in comparison to the orgasms she’d had while with her Mistress... the orgasms Mistress had allowed her to have had simply been higher-quality orgasms. They’d just been... superior to the orgasms she’d had in Lexi’s company. But that wasn’t so suprising, really. Mistress was superior, so of course anything she facilitated would be superior. And Lexi was inferior, even more inferior than Victoria herself was... so of course everything she facilitated would always be inferior. The orgasms Mistress had brought about had been superior to the ones Lexi had brought about... it made sense, but Victoria still wished she could have one of those more high-quality orgasms again. But Mistress wasn’t here to facilitate one for her now. That was sad. If she’d had sex with Mistress tonight instead of with her wife, she would have gotten to cum hard like before. She almost felt it would have been better if she had fucked her Mistress instead.

But if she’d fucked her Mistress instead, she would never gotten to pretend that she was the superior one. Lexi let her pretend that, believed what she was pretending true... that could never have happened with Mistress.

She sighed in satisfaction. It had been nice to pretend she was superior. Things had been like that all the time, once... she’d believed her own pretense as much as everyone else had.

But her thoughts went back to her Mistress... she was grateful to her. For so long, Victoria had believed she was superior, had believed she wanted to be the one in control, the one who took charge. But she’d been so misguided... there’d been a potential for obedience waiting hidden inside her, a need to do that... a craving... she’d been inferior all along, and wearing an ill-fitting costume. And Mistress had come to liberate her from that... had come and set her free from that ill-fitting costume, finally making it possible for her to satisfy that long-unmet need to submit. If Mistress had never come, Victoria would have worn the ill-fitting costume forever. Would have been misguided forever, and would never have understood she was inferior and needed to submit, not command.

If Mistress had never come, Victoria never would have known what it was like to experience orgasms so powerful. Clearly, she did really want to submit, deep down... because all the years she’d spent commanding had never led her to cum as hard as she had with Mistress. If she’d stayed in her ill-fitting costume forever, she would have missed out on so much...

She wanted an intense orgasm again, though, and she knew how to achieve one.

Victoria shifted across the bed, careful of not disturbing Lexi, who was now, Victoria was quite sure, fully sleeping. She got up, taking her phone with her over to the vanity. She sat on the stool, her thighs apart, and started masturbating herself with one hand as she used the other to unlock her phone and enter her banking-app. She moved the hand between her thighs faster as she set up a new transfer: she would send $150,000 again, the same amount as she had sent last time... and when she hit “send,” the orgasm was so intense her vision blacked-out for a moment. She was Mistress’ paypig and she’d sent Mistress money... it was her purpose to send Mistress money and she’d fulfilled her purpose. God, orgasms like these were so good... this one just kept rolling on, rewarding her over and over, massaging pleasure into her internally everywhere, warming her everywhere that it settled into place.

She’d finally gotten to have exactly what she wanted. She’d wanted an orgasm like this... she’d tried to have one three times, but of course she could only have orgasms of this quality when she was fulfilling her purpose in life, and when she was being obedient. It made perfect sense... Mistress had set things up to be this way, wanted things to be this way... it was all so good.

After Victoria had finished fucking Lexi, she’d pretended to feel a bone-deep tiredness. But now that she’d had a true release, she really did feel that kind of tiredness. Her phone felt like it weighed dozens and dozens of pounds as she held it in her hand once, and standing to walk over to the bed took great effort. She let her phone clatter onto the end-table beside the bed, and then she collapsed back into place beside her wife.

The better orgasm had entirely relaxed her body, and she felt even more satisfied now than she had before. Her eyes fell closed as she pulled the blankets closer against herself... it wouldn’t take her long to sleep now...

She had been the one in control with Lexi, though, whether or not she’d deserved to be... tonight had been the first time she’d really felt in control since Mistress had claimed her.

Whatever happened with Mistress, Lexi would still be Victoria’s wife, and she would always belong to her... so she would always have the right to pretend she was the one in control... even if she was inferior below Mistress, she was superior above Lexi... and Lexi would remain hers to command...

She sighed happily as she drifted off to sleep.