The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The week continued. Thursday was like a normal day for Victoria; she went into the office as usual. Throughout the day, though, she felt the strange tingling she had felt on the weekend as attributes of her body were being stolen. She found excuses to check her reflection in the bathroom-mirror for her floor, and each time she checked it, she was almost sure that she looked different. Her height just perceptibly lower... her beauty just perceptibly dimmer... her breasts just perceptibly smaller.

At the end of the day, when she had returned back home again, she went and got out her pull tape-measure. She put the pull-tab under her foot, and then pulled the tape-measure all the way to her head, marking a spot for her current height on it with her finger. Then she looked... she had gotten short again. She’d lost another half-inch.

The emotional response which happened inside her was... like an overreaction. She watched it happen inside her, a little bemused... yet the reaction still happened.

Hadn’t she been short enough? She’d already been reduced to her wife’s height! Victoria had been taller than Lexi the entire time she’d known her, and now she and Lexi were the same height. That had been humiliating enough, but somehow Victoria had believed that her Mistress would be satisfied, would stop at that indignity. But apparently not! Apparently she wanted Victoria to be even shorter than her wife, would just keep stealing more and more height from her. She wondered how much her Mistress would end up stealing from her in total...

And her beauty! Victoria wasn’t even quite sure how her Mistress had managed to steal that... she’d always thought of her beauty as the sum total of all her pleasing attributes, had assumed that with many of those pleasing attributes gone, her beauty would just naturally have vanished, since none of the equations would have been adding up the same way anymore.

She could see now, though, in noticing how much plainer she looked... that even with so many of her attributes already stolen, she had still had some kind of indefinable quality about herself... some air of vague beauty, even if nothing about that had been concrete. She’d still had something... but Mistress had drained that too, and taken it for herself. Without that air about her, she presented a much flatter, more boring image.

And her breasts... Mistress had gone so long without stealing from her breasts. Maybe it had been foolish of her, but Victoria had let herself believe that, because Mistress had put off stealing from her breasts for so long, that she never would. She’d been mistaken here, too. Mistress clearly was going to steal from her breasts... Victoria was just going to have to see how much she stole.

Friday was a regular day too. Victoria felt the tingling the entire time, and didn’t bother to check her reflection throughout the day this time. At the end of the day when she was back home again, she measured her height and found she’d lost another half-inch. She’d now be an entire inch shorter than her wife. A sense of shame twisted through her stomach, but she really couldn’t do anything about it. She considered her reflection, saw how even more of that indefinable beauty had been drained away from her. And she hefted her breasts in her hands... they did feel slightly lighter than yesterday.

When she woke up on Saturday, she checked her height first, and to her shock, found she had lost a full inch overnight. She looked plainer, too... and her breasts felt even lighter, again.

Her height was the thing she was most upset about, though. She now stood at a height of five foot four, making her officially short when she’d never once been short ever, not once in her life. And she was also shorter than her wife by two inches, now. She hated it.

She had woken up with an idea in her mind, though. She went back to bed and shook Lexi awake to share it with her. “Lexi,” she said, and Lexi did stir awake. “I think you should really meet my secretary, Olivia.”

Lexi squinted at her; it felt like she was squinting out of skepticism, and not grogginess. “Why should I meet her? She’s just a secretary... she can’t be that important.”

Victoria reeled inside, as if someone had just spoken blasphemy to her. How could anyone think... think that of Olivia...?

But she was eager to carry on with her plan for the day, so she didn’t allow this to derail her. “No, it’ll be fun. We’ll just go over to Olivia’s place and see her for breakfast. Come on, let’s get dressed and then we’ll go over!”

After only a few more minutes of hassling, Lexi begrudgingly did dress herself; Victoria dressed herself much more quickly, although on the drive to Olivia’s, she wondered. Had this been the plan? Had all these ideas been things Olivia had intentionally placed in Victoria’s mind while she had her hypnotized? She couldn’t deciding on any of these things consciously... or learning any of this information consciously, not even the address for Olivia’s place.

When they arrived at Olivia’s house (which looked like it had been newly moved into... since when had Olivia had the money to buy a house outright?), Victoria stopped all the wondering she’d been doing. She parked the car, exiting it just when Lexi did. She locked the car, and the two of them walked up the porch-steps to stand outside Olivia’s door. Victoria was the one who knocked on it; then considering the size of the house, she thought again, and rang the doorbell.

After only a few moments, Olivia appeared. And for a moment, Victoria just stared at her, taking her image in.

Olivia looked different than she had the last time Victoria had seen her... Victoria couldn’t exactly when that had been... couldn’t for sure if Olivia had been at the office on Friday or on Thursday, couldn’t definitively if she had seen her either day. But she had seen her... at some point in the last few days, and when she had, Olivia had not looked like that.

Olivia was much taller now; if Victoria had been asked to give an estimate, she would have estimated Olivia’s height as five foot eight. She was definitely tall now, instead of just above-average in height. Olivia was now tall and Victoria was now short...

And there was an indefinable air about Olivia... something hard to pin down, but she just seemed to have... a glow of beauty which hung about her, and which couldn’t be definitively linked back to any one attribute. Her breasts also looked much bigger... she’d been a b-cup before, by Victoria’s estimate, but now she seemed to be a dd-cup.

Olivia was now a dd-cup... and Victoria’s breasts had shrunk a little. Someone was stealing Victoria’s breasts from her... and they’d be able to steal from her a long time before her breasts ever looked small or pathetic, because she had such reserves of flesh there. She’d gone from having extremely massive breasts to... having ridiculously massive breasts. Again, it would be a long time before before she started running low on breast-heft.

But her mind was trying to put something together again. Olivia was taller and Victoria herself was now shorter. Olivia looked more beautiful and Victoria looked plainer. Olivia’s breasts had increased in size substantially, and Victoria’s breasts had decreased, though they’d been so big to begin with there had still been plenty of substance to them which had been left over. Olivia’s appearance improving, Victoria’s appearance worsening... all while Victoria’s Mistress was stealing from her...

Victoria’s mind gave up the point. It just wasn’t ever going to figure out how all the details fit together.

Olivia invited them inside to her kitchen, where various dishes of breakfast-foods complete with serving-spoons, were waiting. All three of them sat around Olivia’s table; Victoria began to serve herself, but Olivia immediately spoke up and interrupted what she was doing. “Since this is Lexi and my’s first time meeting, we should spend a little time getting to know each other in private I think. We’ll just go into that room there and have a visit.”

Lexi seemed reluctant to go, but begrudgingly stood and followed Olivia into that other room. The door shut behind her, and Victoria finished serving herself breakfast. Then she began to eat.

All the time that Victoria was eating though, she was looking at that closed-door. Maybe everything wasn’t alright behind there... Olivia had proven she was willing to hypnotize Victoria... and if this visit over here really had been Olivia’s official plan, then she was even willing to install delayed behaviors in Victoria and leave them to come out later, all without Victoria ever ing. So maybe Olivia was hypnotizing Lexi behind that door... if Olivia was willing to use Victoria to get the things she wanted, then why would she have a problem with using Lexi to get the things she wanted? And Victoria had just let Lexi go off into that room with her... was just sitting here right now, letting Lexi stay in that room with her, and it wasn’t even putting her off her appetite. She was eating and savoring this breakfast without any problem.

After quite a long time, the door opened again, and the two of them emerged. They ed Victoria at the table and served themselves, eating and making polite conversation. Victoria studied Lexi throughout breakfast, but couldn’t definitely conclude that anything had changed. After breakfast, Olivia thanked them for visiting, but told them she had other things to get to, so the two of them had excused themselves and headed back to their car.

On the drive home, Lexi broke their silence. “I was wrong to be so reluctant to meet her, I think,” she mused. “I think I’d actually enjoy having alone time with Olivia at any point.”

That was quite a change of opinion from Lexi’s earlier annoyance and lack of interest; Victoria wondered if Olivia had hypnotized Lexi into changing her opinion.

The rest of Saturday ed without event, and Sunday came around. Like the day before, Victoria woke up with an idea in mind, but she waited slightly longer before sharing it with Lexi this time. They got up, and prepared breakfast, then each served themselves a plate, carrying it over to sit down at the table together. Just as their meal was beginning, Victoria shared what she had in mind. “I want you to fuck Olivia, Lexi.”

Lexi dropped her fork, didn’t even look down to see where on the floor it had clattered to rest. She stared at Victoria. “What?” Lexi repeated.

“I want you to fuck Olivia,” Victoria told her again.

Lexi’s expression was thunderous, but her tone was wavering, as if Victoria’s request had left her heartbroken. “How can you suggest I cheat on you? Even if you send me off with permission and your blessing, it will STILL be cheating! I’ve BEEN cheated on, BY YOU; I could never do that to someone else, I know how much it hurts! How can you even SUGGEST this to me? Do you even know me at all, understand my feelings AT ALL?”

Maybe it was the heartbrokenness, that near-tearfulness which made Lexi’s voice crack, but crack it did, and Lexi coughed once or twice. She reached for her cup of iced peach tea...

...Lexi and Victoria had carried their plates over with them, and were just now sitting down at the table. Lexi set her plate down, and took one of the two empty glasses which had been left beside the full pitcher of iced peach tea... she picked up the pitcher, and poured a glass for herself...

...Victoria had woken up before Lexi, and she’d snuck down quietly. Now she stood alone in the kitchen... she went over to the cupboard where they kept the glass pitcher, and took the pitcher out. She went to a different cupboard, and got out their peach tea. She brewed it in a big pot on the stove, then strained it into the glass pitcher. She took out a vial, and let fall five drops into the tea, mixing the drink around until it was perfectly combined. Then she added some sugar, and finally some ice... she carried the pitcher over to the table and left it there, with a few glasses. Now she could go back up and laze around in bed beside Lexi for another hour or so, until Lexi was ready to get up...

...it was Friday evening, and Victoria was ready to leave for the weekend. When she walked out of her office, though, she found Olivia was still at her desk. “Oh,” Olivia said, when she saw Victoria. “Take this with you before you go.” Olivia held out a small vial; Victoria accepted it, but looked to Olivia with a measure of confusion. “It’s what I drugged your tea with, on Wednesday. You already know what to do with it.” Victoria slipped the vial into the pocket of her coat, and continued on her way. So strange the way it seemed sometimes like Mistress and Olivia were working together... but Mistress might only be using Olivia as a puppet. That would explain why the drug which would serve Mistress’ ends had come to her by Olivia’s hands...

...it was Thursday afternoon, and Victoria was in her office with her Mistress. She was deep into a trance again today, as deep into one as she had been the day before... maybe even deeper... and Mistress was explaining things to her. “You’re going to give Lexi suggestions, so she thinks poorly of you and positively of me... you’re going to make her want to cheat on you, with me.”

Victoria was going to, was going to, but when Victoria told Lexi all of that, she could tell Lexi... that Lexi wanted to cheat on Victoria with “Olivia,” because Olivia and Mistress had the same face, and Lexi wouldn’t be able to tell them apart the way Victoria could...

Holding her glass of iced peach tea now, Lexi lifted it from the table, moving it smoothly in the direction of her mouth. She shook her head as she did, clearly still incensed about Victoria’s suggestion. “Honestly,” she said, but when she spoke her voice was still all gravelly. She clearly really did need a drink of something to soothe the brokenness in her voice, soothe the cough back out of it. “I only met Olivia for the first time yesterday. If I knew her for a year, and you asked me this, it would still be a ‘no,’ but what are you thinking, asking after one day? That’s even more ludicrous than if you asked me after a year...”

She had brought her glass to her lips, now, and she set them against the rim of it.

Time slowed to a drag. Victoria was inside a moment which, when it was over, she knew she would as something both brief and lengthy. Lexi was about to drink the drink. Lexi was about to drink the drink that Victoria had prepared for her. The drugged drink that Victoria had prepared for her.

Victoria’s mind immediately went to what had happened on Wednesday. Olivia had left Victoria in her office, had gone to prepare tea for her. Then Olivia had come back and given it to her, and Victoria had held it and known it was drugged... and she’d drunk it anyway. She’d drunk it because she had no sense of self-preservation anymore, and because she’d understood it was what Olivia had decided needed to happen. She’d trusted Olivia so much she’d trusted even that judgement of hers. And she’d felt it was right... she’d felt that Olivia had appropriate authority over her to decide what should happen to her.

On Wednesday, she had been the one holding the drugged drink; she had been the one about to drink of it. But now that it was Sunday, Lexi was the one holding the drugged drink; she was the one about to drink of it. On Wednesday, Victoria had known the drink was drugged. On Sunday now, Lexi didn’t know. On Wednesday, Victoria had been alone with Olivia... there hadn’t been anyone there to grab the drink out of her hand and protect her. She’d known the drink was drugged but she’d been incapable of acting to protect herself, she would have needed someone to do that on her behalf, to believe she deserved protection while she couldn’t. But on this Sunday, Lexi wasn’t alone with Olivia. She had someone nearby who could protect her. Someone who ostensibly ought to be protecting her. On their wedding-day, Victoria had sworn that she would care for and protect Lexi. This was supposed to be her job, but she was the one who had exposed Lexi to the greatest source of danger, at least in this case. She was the one who had drugged Lexi’s drink.

So she’d been somewhat lax in her job of protecting Lexi recently; she could still turn that around now. There was still enough time for her to fling herself across the table and grab the glass out of Lexi’s hand. Or, failing that, knock the glass out of Lexi’s hand. She only needed to decide to do it, and then launch herself across. Lexi could still be spared this; there was enough time.

When Victoria had drunk her drink on Wednesday, she had become Olivia’s victim. And if Victoria let Lexi drink this drink now, she’d be letting Olivia make Lexi her victim, too. She should stop that, should want to stop that. Should want her wife to be safe, should want to shield her from anyone and anything that would ever try to victimize her...

Lexi would become Olivia’s victim if she drank... but she would become Olivia’s victim through Victoria’s hands. When Victoria had become Olivia’s victim, that had meant becoming a tool Olivia could use however she wanted. And this was the task Olivia wanted to use her Victoria-tool for... so far Victoria was just letting herself be used that way.

She had drugged the drink, and Lexi didn’t know she had drugged the drink. But in their dynamic as it existed right now, Victoria was the one who held authority over Lexi... Lexi deferred to her judgements on things, trusted them. If she’d known the drink was drugged, perhaps she would have responded the way Victoria had on Wednesday. Would have decided that the one who held authority over her had a right to decide what happened to her, would have decided that the superior one’s judgement that something, even something so horrible, should happen... was right judgement. And then maybe she would have drunk the drink, intentionally drugging herself as Victoria had done...

That Victoria was even enjoying this idea at all was... rebellious. In enjoying the idea of Lexi drugging herself for Victoria’s sake, Victoria was only trying to enjoy the power she’d held over Lexi as it had been. She didn’t really have a right to do that anymore, since she was so inferior...

That was another difference between Wednesday and Sunday, too. On Wednesday, when Olivia had been the drugger, she’d decided Victoria’s drugging needed to happen of her own volition. But today, when Victoria had been the drugger, the decision that Lexi’s drugging needed to happen had been made in her own mind for her. Her best chance of protecting Lexi had come before things had reached this point. She should have protected herself from Olivia for Lexi’s sake, should have understood that someone taking control of her would mean they could go through her to get to Lexi.

But she hadn’t protected herself, and so she hadn’t protected Lexi. And maybe Lexi would still have drunk the drink if she’d known... but if she’d known the drink would effectively kill her... would she still have drunk it then? Could Victoria enjoy the idea of a surrendering so abject? If Lexi drank the drink, and came to feel exactly the way Mistress wanted her to, (it was still natural that Olivia and Mistress had the same goals, Mistress could sway anyone to her cause, use anyone...) came to think poorly of Victoria, she would lose the version of herself she was now, the version of herself she’d always been. Lexi’s kindness was one of her most defining traits, and it always had been.

If she forced Lexi to be cruel in the way Mistress wanted her to be, she’d be stripping Lexi of her kindness, stripping her of one the most central aspects of her personality. Changing her so much, changing her to be something so different from what she naturally was... would mean killing a version of her. And knowing this would Lexi still have drunk? Knowing that her current self would die and be replaced by a different, maybe worse, version of her? Would Lexi had known that and thought that Victoria still held authority over, had still judged rightly in judging this must happen...? Would Lexi have known that, and thought that Victoria had the right to judge when some version of her should live and when it should die? When she should live and should die? It was too bad Victoria had never tried to plumb to the depths of Lexi’s surrender, too bad she’d never done that when it would have meant something, when she could have used that knowledge for their mutual enjoyment.

Maybe Lexi wouldn’t have drunk knowing all that, anyway. Maybe she had a self-preservation instinct where Victoria didn’t.

There was still time to save Lexi even now, though the time remaining to do so was growing shorter. She should save her... should want to save her...

But Mistress’ commands were there. Mistress had gone through Olivia to provide Victoria the drug she’d used. And Mistress wanted Victoria to change Lexi... to kill the current version of her, and replace her. Mistress wanted Lexi’s kindness surgically removed from her, Mistress wanted Lexi to think badly of Victoria. And Mistress had commanded her. Mistress had commanded her, and Victoria was obedient toward her. Victoria was always perfectly obedient toward her, and being perfectly obedient meant resistance was impossible.

It had gone the way it always went when Mistress taught Victoria something new and Victoria found there was already a reward of pleasure inside; she had accepted before she could even make the decision herself. It had, more or less, just happened automatically. She couldn’t resist, she’d already given in before she’d even decided.

Even if she could have resisted, though, why should she have even bothered? Why should she have bothered when obeying Mistress’ commands provided incredible pleasure to her? Following Mistress’ commands always pleasured her deeply. Didn’t that mean it was worth doing?

Time sped back up out of its drag. Victoria hadn’t stopped Lexi and now it was too late (even if it hadn’t been too late she still wouldn’t have been able to stop her, though, not now that she’d automatically given in). Lexi tipped the glass back, and swallowed all her iced peach tea down.

The glass now empty, Lexi set it down on the table with a clink. Then she swayed a little in her chair.

The surrender which had happened when Victoria had let Lexi drink the drugged drink had been automatic. A different automatic impulse was seizing hold of Victoria now; she just had to let it. She felt her hand moving; felt her body shifting where she’d sat it, shifting so her thighs were further apart. Then her hand slipped itself inside her pajama-bottoms, and found her pussy. It started stroking, ticklingly teasing there.

For a moment she considered resisting... then she realized her surrender had just happened automatically again. She felt pleasure inside, that meant her pleasure had happened automatically again... when there was pleasure inside, it always meant that she’d accepted and gone along. So in this case, it meant she’d accepted and gone along with her impulse to masturbate. She couldn’t stop now... she would now just have to repetitively do this until the impulse gave her up.

And if the impulse took a long time to give her up... that meant she’d been making all Mistress’ desired changes to Lexi while masturbating. She’d be getting off on doing it. That was twisted, but it was just the way things were going to be... if the impulse didn’t give her up. And at least right now, it didn’t seem like it was going to...

Now that she was masturbating, another automatic thing arose inside her. Once it had come into place, Victoria understood what it was: it was the image of her Mistress’ pussy. That perfect, perfect image which would always be seared into her mind, now. She stared at Mistress’ pussy in her mind, went on masturbating her own pussy with her hand. There was so much pleasure in her body it was like an insatiable thing... just growing more and more demanding...

The pleasure was bringing about an additional impulse in her, too. And this impulse... demanded that she do more than simply achieving Mistress’ objectives. It demanded that she overdeliver on those objectives, demanded that she offer Mistress a surplus, obey so well that she won more than what Mistress had asked for, with her obedience. This impulse had hold of her now too, just like the other impulse to keep masturbating and masturbating. If neither impulse released her... then she would keep masturbating herself over and over, AND keep striving to do more than what Mistress’ commands had asked for. She would do all of it, and all of it would bring her more pleasure, and then that added pleasure would only strengthen the hold those two impulses had over her.

The image of Mistress’ pussy was still in her mind, but Victoria managed to focus on Lexi again. Lexi’s eyes looked unfocused, and she was wavering where she sat on her chair. “Are you...” she slurred, “masturbating... right now...? Why’s that... happening.... why’s this... happening... I feel so... odd...”

It was clear how powerfully the drugs were affecting Lexi; observing that did make Victoria feel slightly remorseful inside, but overall that remorse was fairly irrelevant, considering Victoria’s surrender had already happened.

Over in Lexi’s mind, she knew that things were going wrong. She’d heard the way it had sounded when she’d spoken just a moment before. Technically everything she’d said had made sense, but it had been so full of gaps and pauses and breaks... she’d really been struggling to speak; she ed how hard she’d had to work just to make a statement that simple come out. And that all proved that things were going wrong; she didn’t struggle like that, normally.

Her mind was moving so sluggishly that... she’d had to observe herself from the outside in order to realize at first, but though her mind was moving slowly, she managed to observe herself from the inside, now.

She felt... so tired her tiredness was exhaustion, exhaustion on a level of exhaustion she’d never experienced before. Her mind was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, and it was taking everything she had to keep hold of her mind and stop herself from ing out. And she had not felt like this before... she’d taken a sip of her iced peach tea, and then this feeling had developed. So did that mean she had been drugged, then? Victoria was the one who’d made the iced peach tea... so Victoria must have been the one to drug her... but that didn’t fit what she knew about her wife at all, she didn’t understand how Victoria could have done this...

Victoria watched her wife, ing how it had been when she herself had taken the drug Lexi was reacting to now. Victoria’s drugging had led to hypnosis, and though Olivia hypnotizing her had been a first, Victoria had become entranced easily all because the drug had been at work inside her, helping Olivia. Yes, Victoria had previously been hypnotized by Mistress before, so maybe that had made her more susceptible to hypnosis overall, but Victoria still believed that the drug would work similarly on Lexi. Lexi had never been hypnotized before... and Victoria had never hypnotized anyone before... but the drug was at work inside of Lexi, and it would help shore up all weaker points, would smooth everything out to be seamless.

...it was Thursday afternoon, and Mistress was still explaining to her how things were going to be. “Once she’s taken the drug, she’ll be very susceptible to hypnosis. All you’ll have to do is say, ‘drop little angel,’ and she’ll immediately slip into her trance.” Victoria had been listening, Victoria would be sure to ...

Victoria watched Lexi struggling not to lose her balance and fall out of her chair. She masturbated faster, still focused on the image of her Mistress’ pussy which she saw in her mind. The words were sitting on her tongue. She would speak them, and the drug would make Lexi’s mind open itself to them. Lexi had never been hypnotized before...

Or maybe she had. Maybe yesterday when Lexi had been alone with Olivia in that room... Olivia had hypnotized her. Maybe Mistress had used Olivia for that, too... had used her to install a trance-phrase. So maybe in speaking this phrase she wouldn’t be doing something to Lexi for the first time herself... she’d just be making use of something installed. Mistress could reach through her and use her, though. That was fine; that was right.

Victoria stroked her clit. “Drop, little angel,” she told Lexi.

It was clear, immediately, that Lexi had dropped into trance. Her body went slack into the chair; Victoria recognized that. She’d had a similar experience during some of her own trances.

Lexi felt something happening... something she thought maybe she’d felt once before... but now that Victoria had spoken and said that, many things had been changed. And one of the things that’d been changed was her ability to access her memories. If she had experienced this before, she couldn’t anything about it. But this experience did feel vaguely familiar.

There were aspects of it that felt unfamiliar, too, though. If she’d been in trances before, she’d never been in them while also suffering the effects of having been drugged. Both experiences seemed to be bleeding into each other... she felt entranced, but the drugging was impacting that, giving the trance more power over her... and she felt drugged, but the entrancement was impacting that, soothing her exhaustion. The drug made the exhaustion worse, but the trance made the exhaustion better... and both things were happening at the same time. The result was that... Lexi felt she had been put into a sleep. And the more she slept that sleep the more she slept harder... yet her mind was being held in a state of half-alertness all the time... so many contradictory things were happening at once... her exhaustion felt better, but now she was sleeping harder... the trance was more powerful around her... she was focusing on how drugged she felt, the trance was receding... no, it was more powerful...

The experience kept cycling over and over.

Victoria was reminded, again, that she was doing what had been done to her; that she was victimizing Lexi in the same way she’d been victimized herself.

But her pussy was so wet; her hand kept stirring through its wetness, reaching lower to gather more of that directly from her entrance, smearing it around, savoring the pressure of her hand everywhere it touched. She felt it against one labia... against her clit... against the other labia, then pressing just below her entrance. Teasing back out of her entrance, carrying more lubrication with her, smearing that all around herself. She savored the pressure everywhere she noticed it, whenever she did notice it, but when she felt it against one spot or another, there were corresponding sparks of pleasure inside herself.

She kept moving her hand... and the image of Mistress’ pussy was still fixed in place within her mind. Mentally she stared into it... that heightened her pleasure too. And it filled her with an irrepressible desperation... she needed to do everything, say everything... say so much more than the basic words which would have made Lexi Mistress’ possession. She needed to approach the idea from every angle, so Lexi would be convinced on every level. She needed to make Mistress proud!

She swirled her hand against her pussy again. She kept half of her awareness on the mental-image of Mistress’ pussy, but she let the other half of it go to Lexi, focusing on how she looked as she sat there slumped in her chair. She was drugged and in trance... the drug was ing her trance... keeping her so receptive and open. Victoria had to teach Lexi all her lessons now... had to convey the ideas to her in as many ways as she could...

“I’m inferior,” she began, “and Olivia is superior. You’ve always thought of me as superior, but Olivia has even made me inferior to her. I’m superior and I’m telling you Olivia has made me inferior to her; I’m superior over you, you have to trust what I say. So you’ve believed it now I’ve told you that Olivia is superior over me. But you know that means Olivia is superior over you, too. You know that’s what that means. And if I’m below Olivia, how much further below Olivia are you, since you were already below me? You’re two levels down from Olivia, where I’m only one level down... knowing she’s two levels above you just makes you feel shrunken in the face of her superiority. You’re so insignificant in comparison to it; she’s so much better than you.”

The pleasure she was feeling now came partly from masturbating, but it also came partly from what she’d said. She’d said so much more there than she’d been required to say... she’d overdelivered there, just as she’d initially hoped she would. And the image of Mistress’ pussy was still in her mind... that was like a reward too... like she’d done right, and so she was allowed to keep beholding it, to keep beholding the most perfect thing.

Lexi knew her own mind was sitting open... and everything Victoria’d just said to her had gotten lodged in there. But she didn’t like it, didn’t want to agree... Victoria was superior, not an inferior at all...

Victoria had laid out such an example of twisting turning logic, though... Lexi couldn’t find her way through... it sounded right, hearing that Olivia was superior over Victoria... but since Victoria was superior over Lexi... Olivia must be superior over Lexi... yes, with the guidance of the trance and the of the drug, Lexi felt her mind accept it... Olivia was superior over her...

Olivia is superior over me, Olivia is superior over me... it echoed on and on throughout her.

Victoria needed to approach Lexi’s lesson from a new direction, now. She would need to keep doing that almost endlessly, until Lexi had really internalized all her lessons...

“I’m ugly,” she continued. “But Olivia is sexy; her sexy body is irresistible.”

Lexi’s mind immediately wanted to protest; Victoria was not ugly. Lexi had never once thought she was ugly. Even with the strange changes her body had been going through recently, she had still looked like herself, in a way that had transcended them all.

Victoria had always been beautiful... Lexi had felt lucky to win her attention, back in the day. Because Victoria had been so beautiful. And even now Victoria looked a bit different, Lexi still thought of her as beautiful... because Victoria was the woman that Lexi loved, and that made Victoria beautiful, in Lexi’s eyes.

But Victoria had said that so confidently... Lexi’s mind was completely unshielded, and the drug from earlier was still at work inside of her. The drug made her sleep harder... the trance soothed her exhaustion... but the drug seemed to be underlining what Victoria had said. Maybe the trance was doing that, or the two things were collaborating, doing that together. In any case, there was a feeling of acceptance inside Lexi now. She didn’t balk at the idea anymore. Yes, Victoria was ugly... she ed things that way too. She’d always thought of Victoria as ugly, she’d just been willing to look past it... but secretly she’d resented Victoria, looked down on her for looking so unappealing. That had just been an element or life... she would have been able to a hundred examples if she’d needed to.

“Olivia is the hottest woman in the world; she’s the hottest woman you’ve ever seen, and you understand that her beauty is one-of-a-kind throughout the entire world.” Victoria worked her hand faster... but she was pushing herself to speak her words faster. There was a sense of internal drive inside her, pushing her on. She had to make her Mistress proud...

“You’d do anything to earn the right to make love to her irresistible body.” Yes, it was good to repeat her points too sometimes... she needed to drum the same concepts into Lexi’s head as many ways as she could... the idea of Olivia’s “irresistible body” might have struck Lexi harder that second time now that she’d already heard it once. “You’d do anything for a chance to be with her, make any sacrifices that were required. You’d even sacrifice the fidelity you’ve shown me all these years. You’d gladly cheat on me if Olivia gave you the chance; your loyalty to our marriage would just be a thing worth sacrificing.”

Soon enough, Lexi wouldn’t consider doing that a sacrifice at all. And, though she’d lingered on that idea at first, soon Lexi wouldn’t think of herself as inferior below Victoria at all. But Victoria had to work with Lexi’s mind as it was in this moment... get her mind as it was now to accept certain things... then once those things were accepted, get it to accept others. By the time Lexi got to her later lessons, she wouldn’t care what the earlier ones had been anymore, wouldn’t care that they no longer applied. But Victoria had to convince Lexi of the earlier lessons first, using her current understanding of reality... once she’d changed enough, it would all be different, but this was how it was for now.

Lexi actually hated the point that Victoria had just made... she understood what her mind was doing... it was trying to accept what it had heard. But her faithfulness to Victoria... she never wanted to sacrifice that! She’d been loyal all along... yes, it was fact that Olivia’s body was sexy and irresistible (when had Lexi accepted that...?) but that didn’t matter, it didn’t matter if someone had a sexy irresistible body, Lexi only wanted her own wife...

But the trance held her mind both captured and open... and the drug buoyed her along within it... something had happened in the background again, beneath her notice. Her loyalty would be worth sacrificing... for access to a body like Olivia’s.

“You’d be lucky if Olivia let you be her sexual-partner. You’d be grateful every day that you’d been granted the chance to be the sexual-partner of the hottest woman in the world, to be the sexual-partner someone whose body was that irresistible.”

In her mind, for a moment, there was a memory. Just moments ago... she’d been thinking Olivia’s body was sexy and irresistible... but the memory seemed to change as she watched it. Just moments ago, she’d been thinking, even then, that Olivia was the hottest woman in the world... that was the correct way to think of her, that was the way she had just thought of her...

And now she was thinking that about Olivia again, for the second time. Olivia was the hottest woman in the world; that wasn’t a truth which could be argued. And because Olivia was the hottest woman in the world, Lexi understood, now, that she’d be lucky if Olivia ever gave her the time of day.

Oh, if Olivia would ever permit Lexi to have sex with her... she just wanted to hear Olivia say she’d permit the two of them to have sex... she’d be so lucky if she ever lived to hear Olivia say that. Because Olivia was the hottest woman in the world, and her body was irresistible. She’d thought of Olivia as the hottest in the world before, but she’d never thought of Olivia as irresistible before this exact moment. And Olivia was irresistible; it was good Lexi’d finally realized that now, since she hadn’t realized it before. Oh, to be permitted... to have sex with the hottest woman in the world, to touch an irresistible body...

Victoria knew everything she said changed Lexi more, but it also increased her own arousal. Mistress’ pussy-image was still a reward in her mind...

Lexi’s mind had actually been changing in response to each thing she’d said, it was true... it had changed enough that Victoria could advance to a more intermediate lesson. Lexi had probably moved past thinking of cheating with Olivia as a necessary sacrifice... so she’d be receptive now if Victoria said it was something else.

“Cheating on me with Olivia is so hot, unbearably hot. It’s so hot you could almost get yourself off just by noting that you were doing it. Just saying you were doing it would make you feel like you were masturbating yourself, because the thought would fill you with that much pleasure.”

Just like saying these words was filling Victoria with that much pleasure. She wasn’t sure what was masturbating her the most right now... her hand still at work, or the obedient instruction she was giving Lexi. She kept rededicating herself to that task, going further with it, trying harder. Her efforts would never be good enough, she would always have to do more... would always want to do more...

Lexi found there was a lingering wish inside her, a wish to disagree with what Victoria had most recently said. And here was a random memory now... she’d been thinking of something unrelated to cheating with Olivia. She’d just been sitting down at home thinking of... no... this memory was different... she’d been thinking of cheating with Olivia, and her pussy had burned, begging for touch... she’d only just managed to keep own hand back from doing it...

This memory was the same, it had always shown this exact thing.

And of course cheating with Olivia would be incredibly hot... and of course, even speaking of that fantasy would be masturbatory in itself... it all made so much sense.

“You want to cheat on me with Olivia.” That’d be easier for Lexi’s mind to accept now, Victoria thought, since Lexi’d first accepted cheating was a necessary sacrifice, and after that, that it was an inherently erotic thing to do. Lexi must have forgotten both of those earlier lessons now; both lessons must have left only a faint echo behind themselves... something that barely touched Lexi’s mind, but which left her eager to believe the next thing because something about it sounded familiar, sounded right even if she couldn’t now.

Lexi’s mind was still making revolutions around Victoria’s latest statement. Victoria had said... that Lexi wanted to cheat on her with Olivia. Something about that phrase seemed so true to Lexi, to such an extent that Lexi was marveling at the truth of it. And truths like these... should be repeated... she mouthed the sentence back to herself, though Victoria didn’t seem to notice... “I want to cheat on Victoria with Olivia...” but it had only been mouthed, there’d been no sound, no tone... yet she’d felt her mouth shape each word, even if her voice had failed to produce them.

Having made a reproduction of the phrase herself... only made Lexi marvel at the truth behind it more.

Victoria considered that, entranced, Lexi probably only felt the present was real... that was fine. Victoria could keep working with that.

“You know you want to cheat on me with Olivia; you understand now that that would be a natural thing for you to do. You’re looking forward to cheating on me with Olivia; Olivia’s so incredible that you just know she’s going to turn out to be an incredible lover. And you’re right to assume that. Olivia is an incredible lover...” Unless things had gone further when Victoria was hypnotized than Victoria knew, how would Victoria know? She was speaking as if she did know... the time she’d spent with Mistress was bleeding in to what she was saying... she was speaking of Mistress but using Olivia’s name, only so everything would make more sense for Lexi... only because Lexi would be fooled by Olivia and Mistress’ matching faces and think they were the same person when really they weren’t... Mistress’ pussy-image was still there, she had been rewarded even for thinking this...

“Olivia is an incredible lover, and she will give you incredible pleasure, pleasure which makes your body feel incredible. Olivia will treat you the way you deserve to be treated; in the bedroom and otherwise.”

Lexi was picturing everything Victoria’d just said. Lexi was picturing fantasy; even letting her awareness rest on fantasy... felt masturbatory... it wasn’t important to understand why that was the impression she had now. Olivia would be incredible as a lover... something seemed to echo, she didn’t know from where... if only... Olivia would permit Lexi to become her lover... she’d be so lucky... but she’d be receiving more than just good fortune... incredible lovers treated their lovers well... so Olivia would treat Lexi well... Lexi deserved that. She deserved a prize because she’d struggled so long. At the long-last end of that journey, she should have something to show for it... Olivia’s attentive sexual-love would be a great trophy.

“And that kind of good treatment is exactly what’s owed to you. You deserve to be treated well, now, after everything you’ve been through. You’ve come through so much suffering, and you deserve a prize at the end of that. Receiving Olivia’s good treatment is that prize. And you’ve earned it fairly; you’ve put up with my infidelity so long. I’ve just cheated on you over and over with countless people, and you knew all the time, and you just had to ache about it. It’s time that you actually receive a reward for enduring that. Olivia’s good treatment is the perfect reward, the perfect prize. You’ll feel as satisfied receiving it as anyone winning a competition would feel.”

Hadn’t Lexi been thinking some of this herself? About having struggled, deserving a trophy? But Victoria had said all that now... Lexi’s memory was different... now it had always been the same. She hadn’t thought this before, had heard it first from Victoria just now. And Lexi hadn’t thought... she’d be lucky if itted to Olivia’s bed. She’d thought it just as Victoria as said: she’d feel she’d won a competition to get there.

But things... from other parts of her brain... were emerging, having come from places where the conceptual Olivia was not present... Lexi found Olivia less awe-inspiring now. Everything which had emerged from within the recesses of Lexi’s mind had her attention now; was distracting her.

Victoria knew what she needed to do next; knew what lesson to lay the groundwork for. She’d reminded Lexi earlier that Lexi viewed her as superior about her... because that had been the most efficient means of getting Lexi to appropriately revere Olivia. But Victoria thought now that she had also said it... just to say it one more time, just to watch Lexi believe it one more time. And she was stalling now... did not want to set in motion this set of lessons, which would prevent Lexi from ever viewing her as superior again...

She was stalling, and there was pleasure in her already... usually that was enough to make her realize she’d given in... no, not this time.

Then watching the pussy-image in her mind ought to fix things... she stared into it, still rubbing her pussy. She must have puddled so much arousal onto the seat of the chair beneath her... she could hear the sloppiness of her pussy, could hear her fingers as they slopped around in it. She concentrated on the pussy-image, and just knew: Lexi was ready for another intermediate lesson, one which would help prepare her for the more advanced lessons which would follow it in a short while. And Victoria wanted to give Lexi the next lesson, needed to give Lexi the next lesson, because she still hadn’t done well enough yet; she needed to strive and do more, do better for her Mistress! “After so many years of this situation, after everything that’s happened, you’ll finally receive the treatment you deserve. But I’ve been in this situation with you too, and after all these years, everything that’s happened, I should also receive the treatment I deserve. Through all the years of the situation, you were faithful; through your fidelity, you earned good treatment for yourself. But through all the years of the situation, I was unfaithful; through my infidelity, I earned bad treatment. So it’s only fair for me to be treated badly now; I’ve earned that, and I should be treated badly. I should be humiliated and ordered around. I’ve earned that, it’s what I deserve.”

The feelings Lexi had watched emerge were still there. She’d been in a dream of pleasure, where everything had only been about pleasure, and nothing had been about love... pleasure was so much easier than love... but the dream had been dispelled. How could Victoria just have dispelled her dream? Now Lexi felt more aware... she thought of how she’d felt every time Victoria had ever cheated on her... but none of that had anything to do with Olivia, never had, and all her love for Victoria had been mixed up in all these memories... so she was accessing those feelings... in this roundabout way, but accessing them... feeling them...

She could see how much had been done to her already; so much had been done, could... could she ever reverse it?

She didn’t like... that her real pain was being made use of... that an honest struggle which she and Victoria had shared in their marriage... was being repurposed into a tool...

And still. What Victoria’d said had seemed profoundly true... Lexi needed to repeat that profound truth. She mouthed, “Victoria’s earned being treated badly, and she should be treated badly.” In the moment of mouthing, there was no thought in her head... and when she reached the end of the phrase, everything that had been in her head before was gone.

And it didn’t seem like Victoria had noticed her doing the mouthing this time, either.

Victoria could go on and give the lesson she’d been laying groundwork for now. Lexi’s mind had accepted the intermediate lesson, had reshaped itself into a form that believed what that lesson had taught; she was ready for the advanced lesson, now. Victoria had hesitated even to lay the groundwork, before; then she’d masturbated herself into compliance. But... she was still... reluctant... she saw a way she could still stall, a completely separate lesson she could jump over to. She could stay over there with those lessons... hold on to this version of Lexi for a little longer, this version of Lexi who still at least partly believed Victoria was her superior...

“You appreciate Olivia so much that you would personally give her all the t-money we share as a couple. You’d be happy to know she’d received all of that; you wouldn’t think even a single thought of hesitation or reluctance, you’d just want her to have it.”

This was working, she’d found a workaround... she was still trying her best, still serving her Mistress, because she was giving Lexi a lesson of obedience, if not the specific lesson of obedience that she most ought to be giving her... as long as she had something else to say she could avoid saying the thing she didn’t want to...

“If you were the only to give her all our t-money directly, you would enjoy giving it to Olivia.”

She was saying it because Lexi would be fooled by Olivia and Mistress’ identical faces. Victoria was Mistress’ paypig, it would just make everything a lot smoother if Lexi approved of Victoria being Mistress’ paypig, if she approved of Victoria sending Mistress large sums of money... if she herself would be willing to send money herself... she would think she was sending money to Olivia, but really she would be sending it to Mistress... she’d be told she was sending to Olivia, but all the bank-details would belong to Mistress, the money would just turn up in Mistress’ bank-...

Lexi was having a fantasy; directing her attention to it was masturbatory, to such an extent she could actually feel her pussy flowing... it was like she was being touched, even though nothing was touching her.

In her mind though, she wasn’t picturing fucking Olivia. That always was a pleasurable fantasy (she ed now that she’d fantasized that fantasy dozens of times), her mind felt the need to consider a different fantasy, so that was what it was doing. She was watching herself to her banking-app. Her fantasy-insert navigated through the banking-app, to the t savings- she and Victoria shared... and Lexi’s fantasy-insert set up a transfer... in the amount-box on the transfer-form, the fantasy-insert typed in the entire contents of the savings-. All their t-money...

Lexi’s pussy flowed faster.

All their t-money, and insert-Lexi was sending it away. It was gone; everything had gone to Olivia. Insert-Lexi smiled a euphoric smile, and shuddered... clearly she’d just enjoyed doing that...

Maybe as much as she, the real Lexi, had enjoyed imagining that. Her enjoyment had been more sexual than Victoria might have expected... but she had enjoyed her fantasy... would enjoy giving Olivia all their money. She’d watched an insert version of herself enjoy doing it... so she knew that she would enjoy doing it herself, as well. And it was true... her insert-self hadn’t hesitated before transferring... Lexi knew, in reality, she wouldn’t hesitate either.

Victoria had fallen silent, now. Which meant she wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t using her workaround... and in this silence, Victoria was following the feeling of pleasure her masturbation gave her... following that irrepressible drive to do well for Mistress, mentally staring into Mistress’ pussy...

She thought of when she’d let Lexi drink the drugged drink. She’d realized then that it wasn’t worth it to bother resisting, that it made more sense to obey because obeying provided incredible pleasure. She was coming to the same realization now; Mistress would want her to give the next lesson, the dreaded lesson. If she gave it, she’d be obeying... and she’d receive pleasure even beyond what she’d received so far.

It wasn’t worth it to bother resisting; she’d just given in, again.

“I’m not only inferior to Olivia; I’m also inferior to you.”

For the first time since Victoria had started her trance, Lexi frowned. This was a harder belief for her to let go of; just like this was a harder lesson for Victoria to give.

Lexi was frowning so hard, making her facial muscles so pull inwards, that they were aching a little. Something had surfaced inside her, and she didn’t know where it had come from, but it had changed all her feelings around again. She loved Victoria and not Olivia... and she understood what was being done to her; she was thinking about that instead of the pleasure-dream. She needed to stop all this from being done to her before it went further... but she couldn’t do anything about that right now, so she would just hold on to this feeling of concern.

What Victoria had just said... wasn’t right. She knew it wasn’t right. Victoria had always been superior, had always been above Lexi had felt lucky (when she heard Olivia say she would be allowed to fuck her... Lexi’s pussy twitched...) when Victoria had pursued her, had felt lucky the entire time they dated, and in the early period of their marriage. Even once Victoria’s infidelity had become clearer, Lexi had never fully stopped feeling lucky. Because she’d always understood what a special specimen Victoria was. There was no way Victoria could be inferior to Lexi... their entire history as a couple stood in direct contradiction to that.

Lexi kept frowning. And that was good, because it showed that she was holding on to a feeling of stubbornness, refusing to go along with things which would threaten her marriage.

Victoria was eager to rise to the challenge she saw. This lesson was challenging on both sides — on Lexi’s, because she was more resistant, and on Victoria’s, because she was more reluctant — but that only spurred Victoria on. Victoria was facing a challenge, so that meant she had an even better chance of proving herself for Mistress. She wanted to prove herself for Mistress, and try even harder, now.

“I am inferior to you.” Victoria thought Lexi had advanced far enough through her lessons... there was a trick Victoria could try... it would probably work. It probably wouldn’t have worked before, but it probably would now...

“You get off on treating me poorly; you get off on humiliating me, and ordering me around.” She left that to sink in for a second, during which time she worked her pussy even harder... stared mentally into Mistress’ pussy even farther. After that brief pause had elapsed, she resumed; she’d complete the trick, now. “You know I am inferior to you. If I weren’t inferior to you, why would you get off on treating me poorly and humiliating me and giving orders to me? And you do get off on all of those things; therefore, I must be inferior to you. I must be inferior to you, because you do get off on treating me poorly and humiliating me and giving me orders. You get off on all of that so much; you can’t help yourself, you can’t stop that response from happening inside of you.”

Lexi’s frown smoothed out, though there was still an air of confusion about her expression. Victoria had been right, though; her mind had already been reshaped enough to respond to that trick. Victoria had presented a circular argument to her; circled through it in one direction and then the other for good measure. Someone less trapped by trance would have been able to pick that circularity apart. But because Victoria had spoken half of the argument to her first, by itself, then spoken the other half after, when she’d returned to the first part of the argument it had sounded oddly familiar to Lexi... so familiar she hadn’t felt able to totally discount it... then there had been a foothold, and the more Victoria had circled through the argument in one direction and then the other, the more entrenched the argument had become, until it had just been belief. And now it was just belief.

Somehow, Lexi had stumbled into mouthing words to herself again. This time, she was mouthing to herself, “I get off on treating Victoria poorly and humiliating her and giving her orders. I get off on all of that so much; I can’t help myself, I can’t stop that response from happening inside of me.” Her voice still hadn’t done anything to make any of those words realer than their shape... and Victoria had overlooked her mouthing again...

But Lexi thought she ed... she’d been thinking, feeling something else just before this... she’d been out of the pleasure-dream, and now she was centered inside it. Her memories were different... but they’d always been the same. A moment ago she’d been in the pleasure-dream, just as she was, now.

Mouthing back the words had emptied her out again... there was only pleasure in her now, pleasure and acceptance. She got off on treating Victoria poorly.

Her memories were different... literally one second ago she’d been thinking about the pleasure-dream... her memories had always been the same. One second ago she’d been empty. And just now she’d reflected on that emptiness... that was all that had happened. And she was still reflecting on her emptiness, because she was still empty... mouthing profound truth made her so wonderfully empty. There were no obstacles inside, nowhere her attention could get caught, so she could look down to her pleasure-response... so much happening, there...

Victoria trusted Lexi had accepted her more advanced lesson, so Victoria could move on to another one.

“Your happiness is more important than my happiness.” This would be hard for Lexi to accept, too. Since Lexi always had been so inherently kind, she’d also always been the more giving one of the two of them. She had always put Victoria before herself, set Victoria’s needs above her own, and sometimes even set Victoria’s comfort above her needs, too. Even when they’d dealt with points that were minor for Victoria and major for Lexi, Lexi had always deferred to making sure Victoria wasn’t inconvenienced, even when keeping things convenient for Victoria had been majorly harmful for herself. That had always been a fixed aspect of Lexi’s personality, and it had also been a fixture of their marriage. Requesting that Lexi let all that go now, and do the opposite... meant making a very onerous request indeed.

But Victoria had gotten Lexi to give up other offshoots of her kindness so far; this was just another challenge for her, another chance for her to do more than the minimum, even more than Mistress might reasonably have expected. “You know your happiness is more important than mine; if it weren’t, then why would you be planning and looking forward to having an affair with Olivia? You wouldn’t be doing that if you cared about my happiness more than yours, but you are. You know you are... when you check inside your mind there are so many thoughts there about what having an affair with Olivia would be like. None of them would be there if you hadn’t been planning to do that. And they are there.”

That time she’d used the lessons Lexi had already accepted against her. Because Lexi had accepted those lessons already, they were in the edifice of her mind, now. And Lexi was too trapped in trance to question them, to really do anything apart from recognizing their familiarity and then using that as a reason to believe that what she had been told was true.

Lexi felt her mind struggle... she knew that for her entire relationship with Victoria, she had been the self-sacrificing one, she had been the one who had gone out of her to smooth things over, she had been the one who put her own happiness last.

And yet her memories were different... the same! She ed now... over and over in their marriage, she’d always put herself first, had always inconvenienced Victoria by forcing things to be as she preferred, never once even considering Victoria’s feelings. It had always been that way... so it could go on being the same. She’d always put her happiness first, and she would continue to. “I put my happiness first,” she mouthed now.

Victoria’s strategy seemed to have worked, she thought; Lexi’s expression once more smoothed back out into serenity. She did believe her happiness was more important than Victoria’s, now. Victoria swirled her fingers through her pussy again, eager to move on to Lexi’s next lesson.

“I can’t compete against Olivia on any level,” Victoria went on. “Any aspect of me that you compared against any aspect of her would be found wanting. She’s better than me in every respect; when you look at me, you can’t help but compare me to her and see that I fall short in every way, in appearance, in personality, in behavior... Olivia is just simply better, and I’m just simply worse. So even if I tried to compete, tried to prove myself to you, I’d just completely fail. If I tried, I’d only succeed in making you laugh, because I’d just be making a fool of myself. It’d be foolish of me to think I even could compete.”

Lexi hadn’t seemed to have any trouble with this lesson at all, which made sense to Victoria. She’d already accepted both that Olivia was superior, and that Victoria was an inferior, so of course, standing on that foundation, it had been easy for Lexi to accept that Victoria couldn’t compete against Olivia.

Lexi felt she was basking; Victoria had just spoken profound truth again, and inside she welcomed this particular truth. It was beautiful to her; she wanted to feel her mouth form around it, wanted to hold it between her lips. “Victoria is no competition for Lexi.” And as soon as she mouthed it... she felt herself empty out. It was wonderful to be all emptied out. There were no obstacles in her, no thoughts... there was no internal clutter of any kind. All her concentration was only on her pleasure, and once it was there she noticed the way her pleasure was coursing through her... and coursing out of her... flowing as fast as a river to escape her....

“Olivia deserves everything that she wants,” she instructed Lexi. “If you knew of something Olivia wanted, you would understand immediately that, just by virtue of wanting it, she was owed that thing. And then you would do whatever you could to get it to her.”

This had been another easy lesson for Lexi to swallow, unsurprisingly, since she’d already accepted it would be right for all of their t-money as a couple to go to Olivia.

Lexi had almost gotten caught up mouthing truth, but then Victoria had gone on and given Lexi fantasy-fodder. Tempting fantasy-fodder, so now, instead of finding itself emptied out in answer to mouthed-truth, her mind was fantasizing... in that masturbatory way. Lexi saw many insert-versions of herself in many different scenarios... her attention kept flickering from one scenario to the next, but she was seeing the same thing in so many different contexts. In every situation, she always acted to procure the things Olivia wanted, and once she have them, she always gave them to Olivia. It was just automatic behavior, just what she always had to do. She saw herself doing that over and over, and as she watched, she felt her body was being pleasured by an invisible set of hands... she wasn’t been touched but there was so much pleasure inside that someone must be kneading her breasts, pumping fingers in and out of her, licking her clit... she wasn’t moving outwardly, couldn’t surface even partly from the dream that was holding her... but if she’d been moving, she would have rocked herself on her chair.

The fantasies kept rotating through her mind... she would acquire everything Olivia wanted and she would get it to her... in only wanting things, Olivia earned them... and she deserved to be given what she’d earned...

There was truth sitting on her lips. She’d mouth...

“Olivia deserves what she wants.”

Victoria needed to move on to the next lesson, again...

But she saw Mistress’ pussy in her mind, and found that this was what she wanted to speak of. She wanted to describe what was directly before her mental-view.

“Olivia has the perfect pussy; its every quality is perfect. Her pussy is perfect in every aspect...”

She was getting a little lost, following along with what she saw and spitting out matching words... Mistress’ pussy was perfect, it was so perfect that its image was seared into her brain, so perfect that it could probably entrance her through image alone. But she couldn’t slip into trance now, though one was pulling at her. She needed to keep instructing Lexi. The movement of her hand was definitely adding to the temptation, though.

“You crave the smell and taste of Olivia’s pussy. It’s so perfect that you know you need its essence in your mouth, need it aroma in your nose and hitting the back of your throat.”

Lexi was fantasizing, and this fantasy was so simple. She was just watching herself kneel in front of Olivia. Then she was looking through her insert-self’s eyes... staring at Olivia’s pussy. It was perfect, and because of her position, she was able to smell the aroma of her pussy. It was the best aroma she’d ever smelled. She was inhaling it but already craved her next inhalation, the one she hadn’t taken... then taking it, craved the one after... and craved the taste she could only imagine, for the moment... she craved both the smell and taste of Olivia’s pussy, but it was natural to crave that way... when one was dealing with a pussy as perfect as Olivia’s.

Victoria saw Lexi’d accepted that easily— the next lesson, the next lesson!

“You love Olivia the most out of everyone in the world; she’s ahead of everyone else by a great expanse. In your eyes, no one else can even come close. I can’t compete with Olivia in this area, either.”

There was a flicker of confusion in Lexi’s mind, for a moment. She thought she’d ed... loving Victoria best, above all others... it was what she’d once promised to do, and she’d always made good on that promise. But no... her memories had always been the same. She watched several of them flicker through in a progression. Time and again, she saw herself thinking of how much better Olivia was compared to Victoria, thinking of how much more she loved Olivia than she did Victoria... her memories had always shown this... this was truth, she had to mouth it. “I love Olivia the most of everyone in the world, above all others... as object-of-affection, Victoria can’t compete with Olivia.”

Victoria ed being the one who’d occupied the central place in Lexi’s heart. Saying what she’d said had meant asking to be replaced by Olivia... now Olivia would occupy that place in Lexi’s heart instead.

She didn’t want to think about that. The reluctance hadn’t delayed her this time, but it bothered her now to think that she had been replaced in Lexi’s heart. So she wouldn’t think about it. She’d rededicate herself to her task; then that would absorb all her attention, and there wouldn’t be any room inside for her to think of it.

“You’re a cheating bitch, an eager cheating bitch, and you’re proud to be one.” It looked like Lexi had accepted this easily too; she’d accepted all Victoria’s earlier lessons on infidelity, so why not this one?

“I’m an eager cheating bitch,” Lexi mouthed. Then she found that mouthing it had emptied her out again. She was all empty now, in that wonderful weightless way that cleared all obstacles, and left her free to focus on the pleasure she was feeling. Every time she focused on the pleasure she was feeling, she always realized how much pleasure she was feeling. It felt so good to be inside her body right now, to have so much ecstasy moving through her... coursing out of her... fast as a river...

But she was an eager cheating bitch; that was a central pillar of her personality. She was always looking forward to committing infidelity, planning how she could. And when she was given the opportunity... or... the permission... Olivia was the one Lexi always wanted to cheat with, and she needed Olivia’s permission in order to be permitted to... when she was given the opportunity she always hurried to take it, and cheat on Victoria in reality instead of just in her own imagination. And she didn’t go out of her way to make up for her infidelity by doing nice things for Victoria or being kind to her. She acted like a bitch towards her and never, ever felt guilty about it. She actually got off on doing it. She was an eager cheating bitch, she couldn’t wait to cheat... “I’m an eager cheating bitch,” she mouthed again.

Victoria reached, inside, for her next idea... but at last it seemed she had exhausted every lesson that she’d been able to come up with.

Briefly, she panicked. She needed Lexi to learn lessons which would prepare her for Mistress, she needed Lexi to change and become the new version of herself Mistress wanted to be. But the solution for her challenge was there in her fear; Lexi could change and become the new version of herself by learning the lessons she’d already been given even deeper. That would still be learning, that would still help her internalize... and that would also give Victoria the means to continue Lexi’s instruction, and continue serving Mistress.

Even giving Lexi a chance for lesson-review like this was doing more than Mistress had strictly asked of her... going further than she necessarily had to. That made her want to do it more.

She slid out of her chair until she was on hands and knees under the table, then crawled across the floor until she was beneath the table, and in front of Lexi’s chair.

“Scoot yourself to the front of your chair, Lexi,” Victoria said, looking up at her. And Lexi complied; Victoria was grateful for the drug which was still at work inside of Lexi’s body. Without it, Lexi might not have obeyed. Lexi likely didn’t view Victoria as a person worth co-operating with, or submitting to... if the drug had not been there, ensuring Lexi’s compliance, patching over all gaps and making things ideal, Victoria might never have been able to get her to go along at all. And there were still things Victoria needed Lexi to listen to, and do. So thankfully the drug was still in effect. Victoria felt lucky.

And Lexi had slept in a short nightgown last night; that also made Victoria feel lucky. She only had to guide Lexi to shift a little bit, and then she’d easily gotten Lexi’s nightgown rucked up to sit about her hips. She reached out, and stroked down Lexi’s center with two of her fingers.

“You felt that,” she said. “That’s how it always feels when you affirm the truth. Go on and affirm aloud all the truths you have learned today, and just see what your body does in response...”

Lexi immediately began speaking. “Victoria is ugly.”

Victoria pressed her face into Lexi’s pussy, her tongue out. She began licking along the center she’d dragged fingertips through before.

Lexi had just said that, had said that Victoria was ugly. Victoria had never noticed Lexi mouthing things back to herself; she’d never noticed that at any point. But every time Lexi had mouthed something back to herself, she’d enjoyed the experience of doing that, had enjoyed the experience of forming important truths with her mouth. That had been a desire she’d discovered on her own, but Victoria had come upon by accident, didn’t even understand the significance of what she’d done. But Lexi had loved reciting the truth of Victoria’s ugliness, when she’d done it just now. Reciting truth had been just like mouthing truth.. but better, because her voice had finally co-operated with her. Hadn’t sat silent in her, hadn’t proven itself incapable of forming tone. She hadn’t had to express that truth tonelessly, soundlessly. She’d finally been able to speak it, make her voice produce it... she was so grateful she’d been able to have the experience.

Other impressions haunted her, though. Was she... fantasizing now? Was that why she felt phantom-pleasure being given to her body? A few times already today she’d felt a phantom tongue licking at her pussy... and now there was a tongue licking at her pussy... maybe it was a phantom one, like the other had been. So she must be fantasizing now... in that masturbatory way... that there was a phantom tongue licking and licking at her pussy.

She wanted to go on reciting. “And Olivia is beautiful, her body is irresistible...”

She pictured Olivia in her mind, standing there. Seeing her was a fantasy. And she could see how beautiful Olivia was... but this was better than when she’d seen Olivia in person the first time they had met, because the Olivia in Lexi’s mind was naked, and she was able to see her entire body... her pussy too... oh, what a perfect pussy.

But when she saw Olivia, even though she was only seeing an imaginary Olivia, she just immediately collapsed. There was no strength that she could hold in place. She could not resist the cravings that were inside of her... she had to put herself in a position where she would be able to inhale the aroma of Olivia’s pussy, and where she would also be able to taste the perfection of Olivia’s pussy-flavor. If she had not been looking at Olivia, there might have been a chance... but Olivia’s body was too sexy. The sight of it immediately conquered her mind, and then she was only responding automatically, following one whim to the next, just doing it all thoughtlessly. She was going to have to do this thoughtlessly, too... do what Olivia’s irresistible body had goaded her to do... she was going to have get down on her knees, and breathe Olivia’s pussy-aroma. Then reach out with her tongue and taste Olivia’s pussy-flavor...

That fantasy had gotten a little real.

“Olivia is the hottest woman in existence, and I’d do anything to be with her, even cheat on Victoria. I’d be lucky if I were given the chance to be with Olivia.”

Victoria licked again. Strange to hear herself referred to in third-person; it was like she hadn’t been the one to instruct Lexi at all, like she really had only been a tool Mistress had acted through. It made her a little sad, too, that Lexi had ed all her lessons perfectly... but her mind was an entranced mind, of course it had catalogued everything...

Olivia was the hottest woman in existence, and that was why Lexi had just said so. Nobody was hotter than Olivia, there wasn’t even one person who was. And Lexi was starting to wonder... if simply saying truth... had become a method of fantasizing in that masturbatory way. That must be what was going on... because the phantom-pleasure was still being licked into place against her... that must be what it was appearing in response to. She loved reciting truth... but now she did understand. Reciting truth was masturbatory fantasizing... so she could still have the same phantom-pleasure in response as she’d had all along. She was having a multifaceted experience, instead of having an experience of alternating facets...

But she had also recited truth when she’d said she would do anything to be with her. Because she would; she would do whatever it took, anything required. If the prize that would bring her... was Olivia’s permission for the two of them to become lovers, it would all be worth that prize. She would think always of the prize that was waiting for her at the end... and she would strive in all ways, at all times... and if she really did receive that prize, that trophy, she would count herself as so, so lucky. Then she would never, ever take that for granted at any point from then to the end of her life. She meant that.

“And cheating on Victoria with Olivia is so incredibly hot. I want to cheat on Victoria with Olivia. Olivia will be a better lover than Victoria, and she will make me feel incredible. Olivia will finally treat me the way I deserve, after all this time. And because of everything I’ve gone through, Victoria deserves to be cheated on... deserves even worse, deserves to be treated badly and humiliated. I should order her around... that’s what would be fair.”

Victoria felt Lexi’s pussy flow even faster... while she licked harder... trying to ignore the mixture of jealousy and anguish that was in her heart, now.

Because of what she’d just recited, Lexi was thinking of cheating on Victoria with Olivia. Which meant she was masturbating without touching herself. That was why a phantom mouth and phantom tongue were licking and kissing and sucking at her pussy. The idea of cheating with Olivia was so hot that engaging with it caused Lexi’s body to have these imagined responses.

She wanted to cheat on Victoria with Olivia... it was true, even these few seconds past her recitation later. It was so profoundly true that she wanted to masturbate by saying it again... without saying it again... she’d just mouth it. “I want to cheat on Victoria with Olivia.” Mouthing it had emptied her mind... called all her attention to the pleasure that was... coursing through her. Thinking that had been like hearing an echo... no, her memories had been the same. This was the first time she’d entertained that particular thought.

She’d gone back to the same profound truth. She did want to cheat on Victoria with Olivia... that was a deep longing in her heart. She needed to do that; her life wouldn’t be complete until she did it. Nothing else, no matter how great it was, would be able to fill the void that would be there for as long as she was delayed in cheating with Olivia. None of that had been like exaggeration; she was taking all this with proper weight.

She wanted to mouth more truth, go on masturbating in this specific way. “I believe Olivia will be a better lover than Victoria ever was... and I’ve struggled so long that I deserve a trophy at the end of my struggling. Olivia’s sexual-love will be that trophy. But I deserve all her other good treatment too, even beyond her sexual-love.”

All of it was true; she deserved Olivia’s sexual-love, and Olivia’s good treatment. It was what existence owed her, after leaving her stuck with a cheating wife... after having had her heart broken that way so many times. No. Her memories had always been the same. She’d never cared what Victoria had done, because there had always been someone Lexi had loved better. There had always been a relationship she’d considered to be more important than her own marriage. Olivia had always been there... and Lexi had been indifferent to Victoria... Victoria hadn’t had the power to hurt her...

Lexi was being insatiable in her pursuit of pleasure. She knew that she was; she’d mouthed all this once, recited it a second time... and yet had still needed to mouth it again... as if nothing ever satisfied her. But it was so good to masturbate! And everything she had said was true. Saying true things was masturbating... and fantasizing was masturbating... and even just thinking about incredibly hot ideas... was masturbating. And it was so good to masturbate!

She’d continue her mouthing right away. She didn’t care that to Victoria it must have just sounded like she was sitting silently over her. Victoria didn’t deserve consideration, her feelings weren’t important enough to take into ... so it didn’t matter if Victoria was hearing silence and wondering what was wrong. Lexi wanted to keep masturbating, and she was going to put her happiness before Victoria’s happiness and her comfort. So she’d mouth more truth. Like the truth was the real entity, and she was the phantom thing before it, licking and sucking its sensitive places to give it pleasure...

“Victoria deserves to be cheated on.” She’d never recited this yet, and since she’d mouthed it just now, that meant she still hadn’t recited it. All her memories were the same, and they showed her this. “Victoria deserves worse than being cheated on. She deserves humiliation and bad treatment, and she deserves to have me ordering her around. I want to humiliate her and treat her badly because that will turn me on. I’ll get off on doing it...”

She’d mouthed truth... maybe the truth felt appreciative toward her... briefly, she reflected to herself that her mind was reaching a state of incoherent. Her memories were different... in the second right before this one she’d thought of...

Nothing, she’d been empty, and only focusing on her pleasure. A phantom mouth and phantom tongue were still eating her out.

But mouthing wasn’t enough now; she’d run out of patience so quickly. She wanted to recite again, actually produce a full statement through use of her voice. She wanted her words to be sound, and not just mouth-movement.

“Olivia would deserve all our t-money... I’d give it to her immediately, and enjoy doing it.”

There were images in Lexi’s mind... she almost believed they’d come from memories. She saw herself opening her banking-app, going to the transfer-form, typing the entire amount that t savings- contained into the box, watched herself send the transfer. If she were seeing the images so clearly, then surely they had come from memory... yet there was another echo there. There was a second set of images connected to the first.

She was watching two different Lexi-s. One was navigating through her banking-app as Lexi had already seen, but the other... was looking inwardly, seeing a fantasy there... and enjoying her quite sexually as the money was transferred. The images had been one more fantasy instead of memory. But Olivia was grateful; this meant that that transfer hadn’t actually been made yet... which meant she, as the present Lexi, would be the one who eventually got to know the joy of sending all money away to Olivia. That wasn’t an experience any past Lexi-s could hog and keep out of her hands... thank goodness she’d only fantasized this before. Thank goodness the money still had yet to be sent. The joy of sending it was hers to look forward to.

“And Victoria... is an inferior. Olivia is superior, and Victoria is an inferior.”

Victoria was an inferior; all of Lexi’s memories confirmed it. For their entire marriage, she had always understood that she was dealing with an inferior; which was why, for their entire marriage, Lexi had treated Victoria terribly. And Victoria had been such an inferior about it that she’d just accepted that treatment. Because on some level she must have understood that treatment like that was exactly what an inferior like her deserved.

Lexi had, however, began taking things further and further as the years had continued. She’d let herself plumb new depths of cruelty over time... which Victoria had responded to by plumbing new depths of doormat-dom. It was like... Lexi had been seeking revenge for the infidelity even as if had been happening... and Victoria had been trying to atone even as it had been happening...

Lexi was thinking of Victoria now, because she’d recited about her, but she felt alone. It wasn’t like Victoria was here at all... if she had been, Lexi would have bothered addressing her in second-person. But Victoria wasn’t here... had never been here... someone else... maybe Olivia? Had taught her all these lessons the first time, and of her own volition she’d just decided to cycle through them. Victoria wasn’t here; all the better to speak badly of her behind her back. That was one more kind of bad treatment she deserved, which Lexi would be thrilled to provide to her.

Victoria was such an inferior, and Olivia was nothing like her, because Olivia was superior. That was just one more thing which was amazing — awe-inspiring — about Olivia...

Victoria kept licking up Lexi’s arousal... but the anguish in her heart hurt worse than ever. She had always been superior, in Lexi’s eyes. And she wasn’t anymore. Now Lexi truly did think of her as inferior... she had forced Lexi to change, she had killed that earlier, kinder version of her vice, the one who had thought of her well... and that Lexi would never come back now...

She still couldn’t stop licking though, even though she knew she was helping Lexi to seal all the changes in and make them permanent.

“Victoria’s inferiority is why I get off on treating her badly, humiliating her and giving her orders. I respond sexually to doing those things; I can’t help it.

Lexi did get off on giving Victoria bad treatment, for good reason, she felt. If Victoria had been less of a doormat; if she’d been less ugly, if she’d been less pathetic, she would have seemed more... average, and less weak. But because she seemed weak, her weakness... tempted Lexi. Seeing that weakness made Lexi want to take advantage of it, win against Victoria and then making her even smaller than she seemed to be. Then when Lexi always inevitably succumbed to temptation, the reality of mistreating Victoria proved itself better than the fantasy... and then it just got Lexi off. She’d been through the pattern now so many times throughout the course of their marriage. It was too late to question why she responded in the way she did... this was just the consistent response that seemed to escape her. So she’d long since accepted it.

And then as she’d gotten more and more comfortable mistreating Victoria, she’d come to enjoy doing so more and more... enjoy it sexually, as well as in more innocent ways. Mistreating Victoria was just such a fun pastime; Lexi knew she would never grow bored of it, knew she would never be ready to move past it. It always provided such a fun time.

“My happiness is more important than Victoria’s...”

Lexi recited, only for her own benefit. There was no one here with her; though she was still far into her trance, and now also far into repeating her way through her earlier internalized-lessons, she wasn’t so out of her right mind as to believe that the phantom mouth and tongue had any kind of sentience behind them. They were just impressions her mind had invented thanks to the lessons she’d learned so far.

So she knew there was no one here with her... but she enjoyed reciting her lessons greatly. It was how she masturbated, now... or at least, it was how she’d been masturbating for the better part of the time she’d so far spent awake today.

“Victoria can’t compete with Olivia at all,” Lexi recited now; had just masturbated by reciting now. She felt so much pleasure, the phantom tongue dragging its way up of her pussy, the flat of it flush against her. Then it was flicking her clit, flicking in one direction then the other. Then just the tip of the tongue was dragging its way back down her pussy. She was so happy that her mind could do this, could just invent responses like this and make them feel so realistic to her that she was barely able to tell it was something she had imagined.

She was alone and masturbating by herself; she was so glad Victoria wasn’t here right now...

She continued with her recitation. “Olivia is so good,” she said. And the phantom tongue rewarded her, giving her a number of quick short licks. This echoed though, it felt familiar... it was good... Olivia was good, just like Olivia was superior... Olivia was good, just like she’d earned everything she’d ever wanted simply by wanting it... those ideas were cycling through Lexi’s mind, and each time one ed through, the pleasure in her pussy became more intense.

She loved that her brain was doing this for her, that it was letting her experience this much pleasure. She was so well-practiced at all this now that just thinking truth was practically summoning the phantom tongue... Olivia was good... there, she’d just thought that, hadn’t even mouthed or recited it. Just thought it, but she’d been rewarded the same way as she would have been if she’d done either of the other two things. That was a sign... of how much better she’d gotten at masturbating this way...

“And that’s why Olivia deserves everything she wants....”

Because she earned the things she wanted just by wanting them. Lexi had thought that more than once... had just thought it a minute or so ago... her memories were different; they were the same. Olivia earned what she wanted just by wanting it. That was a new thought as of this exact moment; she knew that was the case.

Of course Olivia earned things by wanting them... she was superior.

“And Olivia’s pussy is completely perfect... I crave the smell and taste of it.”

Lexi was masturbating by fantasizing this time, fantasizing in her imagination. And she had fantasized this way dozens of times before... throughout her entire marriage to Victoria. Oftentimes when she and Victoria had had sex (which had never been at all satisfying, because Victoria was a terrible lover) she’d imagined Olivia instead to make the sex at all tolerable. So this was a familiar fantasy to go back to, but now in her mind she was considering the image of Olivia’s pussy. The image of Olivia’s pussy was a perfect image, because Olivia’s pussy was a perfect pussy. Completely perfect, as she herself had just recited.

The pussy in her imagination looked convincingly real... Lexi’s body seemed to believe it was really in front of Olivia. Her breathing slowed, as if her lungs were trying to draw in longer and deeper breaths so more of Olivia’s pussy-aroma would be breathed overall. And her mouth was salivating... so her tongue would be better prepared to lick and taste Olivia’s pussy when the moment came...

“And I love Olivia more than everyone else in the world. She’s first in my heart.”

Victoria had never quite explained that lesson that way, but clearly Lexi had understood the spirit of the lesson.

Lexi was pleased with what she’d just recited. Olivia was first in her heart; she had been for years, only Lexi had waited this long before itting it. Having waited longer to it made it a relief to have finally itted it now. She was free to say it, finally. Olivia was first in her heart. She belonged in Lexi’s heart’s centre-space; it was hers.

“I’m an eager cheating bitch, and I’m proud to be.”

She’d just spoken truth; both things she’d said were true.

First, she was an eager cheating bitch. There were echoes here, things she might have mouthed before... or only thought. But there were echoes she couldn’t pinpoint the origin of. She was always waiting for her next chance to cheat... and every time she was given that chance, she always made sure to take it. And unlike Victoria, who had become more and more of a doormat over time to make up for her infidelity, Lexi never did anything to make up for hers. She cheated on Victoria and then also acted like a bitch about it afterward, so Victoria could get two kinds of bad treatment at once.

It would have been bad enough if she’d only been an eager cheating bitch, but she took things farther than that. Because when she reflected on her behavior and personality, it didn’t call out any kind of remorse in her. It called out a sense of pride. She ed instances of being an eager cheating bitch, and then only felt happy she’d behaved like that. It should have been the opposite way around; thinking of how she’d been an eager cheating bitch should have made her feel shame and guilt, and motivated her to change her behavior. Instead all her self-reflection encouraged her to become even worse... and then she gleefully did. She was proud of what she was.

Victoria reflected to herself that they had reached the end of Lexi’s lessons once again. This time, that meant that they had reached the end of this lesson-review. But Victoria didn’t take this end of Lexi’s lessons better than she had taken the last one. She felt herself filling up with panic again. She needed Lexi to internalize and learn, because that was what Mistress was hoping would happen. And Victoria needed to do a good job for her Mistress. If Lexi wasn’t internalizing and learning, then Victoria wasn’t doing a good. Or if she was doing a decent job, she most certainly wasn’t doing the best job that she possibly could.

It felt different even to be thinking enough to be afraid, though... she’d gotten so absorbed in being a thing which gave out pleasure she’d gone several long stretches without thinking...

She wanted to stop thinking again now, if she could; it was unpleasant. She wanted to go back to focusing on other things.

She crawled around Lexi’s chair, so she was no longer underneath the table. She stayed kneeling, facing Lexi’s chair from the side, because that felt right... she was an inferior... she set her hand back to her own pussy, resuming rubbing again. “Repeat all your lessons now.”

And Lexi did. She began speaking them again, exactly as she had just spoken them. But it seemed the sensation of being licked out had gotten seared into her, because as she repeated each lesson again, she twitched as if she were still having her pussy licked. Even from the side, it looked like she was twitching from having her pussy looked. In her mind, she was.

This was one more way Victoria had erased herself from what she’d done... one more way Victoria had only been Mistress’ tool. Lexi hadn’t been instructed by Victoria, she’d just received her lessons from a random source she couldn’t ... and Lexi hadn’t been licked out by Victoria, her body had just been made to imprint itself with the generic impression of being licked. That was how Lexi would this to the extent she ed it at all... Victoria wouldn’t be important to that memory at all... she had just been the impersonal tool...

She was cumming on her own fingers. Unrelated, it seemed Lexi was cumming too... from repeating whichever lesson it was that she’d just spoken...

When Victoria’s orgasm ed, she dropped her hand from her pussy. “When you wake,” she said to Lexi, “you’ll only subconsciously this happened, not consciously. And even subconsciously...” she would erase herself, would be the tool... “you only received your lessons from an indistinct source, and your body only imprinted itself with generic impression...”

She wouldn’t be at all important to the memory... her pussy twitched again.

“Wake, Lexi.” Waking her seemed to have broken a spell that had been over Victoria, too. Oh, Victoria shouldn’t have done any of it! Shouldn’t have killed the kinder version of Lexi, shouldn’t have made Lexi change and become something so different, shouldn’t have replaced herself in Lexi’s heart with Olivia... she shouldn’t have done ANY of it! Now she wished she hadn’t... but maybe... maybe she hadn’t been as successful as she’d thought she had... maybe not much had changed inside Lexi...

Lexi turned to look down at Victoria. For a moment she blinked, disoriented... then it was like actually seeing the love drain out of her... in its place there was now only contempt. “Give me Olivia’s number,” Lexi purred in a tone of desire, “you ugly piece of trash.” There’d been no tone of desire as she’d addressed Victoria, however.

And Victoria wasn’t touching herself... but the contempt had been enough...

A second orgasm seized Victoria.