The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Victoria was still down on the floor, and Lexi was still above her in the chair, looking down and to the side in order to look at her.

And Victoria’s second orgasm was only fading from inside of her body just now. She’d cum at the second thing Lexi had said, but Lexi had said something right before that, something she needed to follow through on...

Oh, that was right! She was supposed to give Lexi Olivia’s number.

She made herself rest a little taller in her position, trying to signal she had somewhat regathered herself after that second orgasm. She held out her hand, and Lexi seemed to understand her; she took her phone from off of the table, and placed it over Victoria’s palm.

As soon as Lexi’s phone was resting on her hand, she shifted it until she was holding it in both hands, thumbs flying and tapping alternately against Lexi’s screen. It was important to hold the phone with both hands; it was Lexi’s possession, and thus Victoria should show it proper respect, since she was now below Lexi.

Her thumbs were flying and tapping, but it occurred to Victoria that she wasn’t making a lot of the decisions involved in these tasks consciously. It was like something else was acting through her... she wondered if Olivia had prepared her with further commands that were only revealing themselves out, commands Olivia had erased all memory of...

Now, somehow, Victoria had gotten herself into Lexi’s s app. She was in the midst of creating a new , which her thumbs had already decided to name “Olivia.” Victoria was glad her thumbs had acted for her; if the decision had been left to her brain, Victoria just would have stared at the “Name” line and thought of how Lexi rightfully belonged to Mistress, only Lexi didn’t know any better. That whole mess had been avoided; the correct name, the name Mistress had intended, hoping to cover up her designs, was the one which had been transmitted through Victoria’s body.

The correct name now in place, Victoria’s thumbs navigated down, tapping the “Phone-number” line; the correct phone-number transmitted itself out through her body, flying through her thumbs. Finally Victoria hit “Save” on the , and ed Lexi’s phone back up to her.

Lexi surveyed her for a moment, as if deciding what the best use of Victoria would be now. “I’ll wake you when I’m done talking to Olivia,” Lexi decided. “You don’t deserve to overhear our conversation.”

Emotions flickered through Victoria: hurt (because if Lexi hypnotized her it would prove Victoria had no power over Lexi at all anymore), upset (because being hypnotized by Lexi would mean missing her chance to eat, to reheat the breakfast that was still good but wouldn’t be anymore in a few hours), and fear (because this prospective-trance was of indeterminate length, and she feared a wasted day). Then through this shifting-flicker of emotion, she settled on feeling humiliation, because it would be humiliating: to be hypnotized by someone she’d always dominated, to lose her chance of eating while her hypnotist would still have hers, and to sleep while her hypnotist remained awake throughout.

The humiliation had Victoria’s pussy waking up in pleasure and dripping all over again, since it was humiliation. But another feeling overtook it; she’d thought she’d settled on feeling only humiliation, but now she felt more skeptical than she did humiliated.

The first time Mistress had hypnotized Victoria, she’d used her amulet, and that had established a pathway of Mistress-centered obedience in Victoria’s brain; then afterward Mistress had been able to work off of that. And when Olivia had hypnotized Victoria for the first time, she’d used that hypnotic drug, and that had established a pathway of Olivia-centered obedience in Victoria’s brain. Even when Victoria had hypnotized Lexi for the first time and changed her, she’d used a hypnotic drug to secure Lexi’s compliance. But Lexi hadn’t used anything, neither amulet nor hypnotic drug, to first establish a pathway of Lexi-centered obedience in Victoria’s brain, or to otherwise secure her compliance, so there was nothing for Lexi to work off of. If she told Victoria to go into a trance, would anything even happen?

Victoria supposed she was about to find out, because now Lexi said, “Sleep in trance, slut.”

Oh, Victoria thought. Nothing... had happened, was happening, or was going to... she’d go on, fully conscious, as she was now. She wouldn’t be forced into any automatic response, as she always was with Mistress or Olivia.

Lexi was still a superior who’d given a command, though. And Victoria knew how trances felt because of Mistress and Olivia. She could induce in herself a trance she’d chosen to go into... that would be the obedient thing to do... she’d induce one so well Lexi would believe something automatic had happened to her...

She sent her mind into trance.

She lost consciousness... then it was like dreaming down somewhere deep, dreaming but not dreaming definite things. Just seeing blurs of color or light... just seeing blobbish shapes which were sometimes outright blobs... she was on her knees and dreaming, maybe wavering where she knelt, but she couldn’t sense her body at all anymore. She just... drifted without words and without thoughts, drifted as something insubstantial which kept ing... blurs of color and light, and blobs of shape and direction...

“Wake,” she heard Lexi speak at what felt like a long time later.

Victoria opened her eyes. Judging by the change in the light, it was early or mid-evening now. Victoria glanced up at the table, then over to the counter beside the double-sink; it looked like Lexi had eaten both her breakfast and Victoria’s (she probably had reheated them both) and then dumped all dishes, including the cooking-dishes from long before, beside the sink.

Lexi had eaten Victoria’s food, hadn’t wrapped it up and left it in the fridge for her later... that was the kind of thing she would have done when she’d still been caring... but Victoria had killed that kindness out of her... it was her own fault...

Lexi had also changed clothes at least once. When Victoria had gone into trance, Lexi had still been wearing the nightgown she’d worn all through breakfast when Victoria had been instructing her. But now she was wearing her usual around-the-house outfit of gray t-shirt and gray yoga-pants.

From now on, Lexi might tell Victoria when to sleep and wake... when to have a wasted day or a productive one... and even if these wouldn’t be orders that enforced automatic compliance, they’d still be orders she’d want to obey, and so she’d be compelled that way. If Lexi treated her like a high-tech toy she was only switching on and off, she’d keep choosing to play along... and then it would be like she was a high-tech toy Lexi was switching on and off...

And Lexi had switched her back on for now, so there must be something she wanted from her.

Lexi looked down at where Victoria knelt, alert again. She hoped Victoria’s knees were sore from kneeling so long... garbage like her deserved to have sore knees.

And Lexi had just done Victoria the favor of allowing her to have consciousness. But Victoria was a dumb airhead, so it didn’t surprise Lexi that she didn’t know enough to know she ought to be grateful. Pointless to expect more of an idiot than they would ever be capable of.

“Up now... Vic—” no, Victoria didn’t deserve the dignity of being addressed by her own full-name. “—ky,” Lexi finished. “Vicky,” she repeated, making the name come out more cohesively. “Up now. It’s time for you to make me dinner. And you better make it a delicious dinner, dummy, or there’ll be a punishment waiting for you.”

Victoria struggled to get back to her feet... her legs and knees groaned in protest as she tried to rise. And her heart was aching as she went up; went on aching even once she stood. Lexi wasn’t going to call her Victoria anymore, not in full? And she was going to intersperse her bastardized nicknames with insults? That hurt... and ‘dummy’ had sounded so much like ‘honey...’ once, Lexi had called her the latter all the time... now Lexi would probably never call her that again.

She was a pathetic bitch desperate for humiliation, though. Because despite Lexi’s insults, she was walking to the fridge now, to make Lexi dinner.

Lexi watched Victoria open the fridge; she carried out the thawed salmon-fillet which had been in there first, set it on the island; then returned the fridge, drew out the bundle of asparagus from the vegetable-drawer; then she closed the fridge, opened the pantry-cabinet that was beside it, and took out a handful of potatoes. She set these on the island too; then brought out the small bag of flour, and not the large one. Then she swept her arms along the island, to move everything closer to the end of it that was across from the stove.

“You really are a dummy, Garbage, and you’ve just proved it. That was the least efficient method of taking everything out that you could have used!”

Lexi felt her cunt clench; it was just so hot to speak down to Victoria, this way.

Victoria persevered in spite of Lexi’s heckling; more accurately, in spite of Lexi’s heckling and the way it turned her on. But though it did turn her on, it hurt her too... Lexi was refusing to say her name... but was that a decision of her own, or had Olivia forced her to forget Victoria’s name? Was Lexi pretending she couldn’t , or could she really not ? That worried Victoria, but she couldn’t ask for clarification... though her pride had suffered a lot in her journey to this point, there seemed to be one scrap of it left, and that scrap could not tolerate her further opening herself up to ridicule. There was plenty for Lexi to mock already.

Lexi went on watching Victoria; she two got larger pots of water boiling on the stove; she set a steam-mesh attachment in one, and set the asparagus on it before lidding the whole thing. She chopped the potatoes, and put them in the other pot to boil. By this point, the oven had preheated, and Victoria had the salmon all ready on its cooking-tray. She put the cooking-tray in, then started making some kind of sauce in a little pot she got out on the smaller-front burner that had been, to that point unused.

“Uggo,” Lexi called out to her again; her cunt clenched once more. “It really ruins the experience of sitting down here and relaxing, having to see you stand in the kitchen. You’re so ugly that you make all the pleasant design-elements of your surroundings depreciate around you. I’m saintly to sit here and tolerate this; someone less patient than me would punish you just for diminishing the room around you.”

Victoria almost sloshed some of the sauce out of the pot; that had made her heart clench in pain. She ed deciding on designs for this house with Lexi when they’d first decided to have it built when they’d gotten engaged. When they’d decided on exactly what stylish designs they wanted for the kitchen, Victoria had never imagined that Lexi would one day speak to her like this inside of it...

But, along with the heartpain, Lexi’s further insults had made Victoria lubricate more, too.

Lexi found herself picturing Olivia, as she kept sitting at the table, looking back over her chair toward the kitchen. And Olivia was a much more pleasant thing to see than Victoria was, even if Lexi was only seeing Olivia in her memory and imagination.

“I wish Olivia was standing in that kitchen instead of you,” Lexi said, her attention lovingly tracing Olivia’s likeness within her mind. “Her face would be attractive, instead of plain. And her hips would be shapely instead of insubstantial, her thighs would be generous instead of scant... her ass would be full instead of sadly deflated... and she’d stand regal and tall instead of standing short and stubby.”

Victoria felt more heart-pain in her chest. Those features had all once been hers; they’d just... been stolen from her. But by Mistress, not by Olivia! That... scrambled her mind for a moment, confused her; she nearly sloshed the sauce out of the pan again. There’d only been confusion because... Lexi was confused! She couldn’t tell Olivia from Mistress, couldn’t tell them apart... she was the one that had gotten... confused. That was right. Victoria already understood everything... Mistress had stolen from her body, and the only reason Olivia seemed to have all the features Victoria had lost... was that Mistress... had decided it served her purpose for Olivia to look like her. And she had people who could take care of things like that... so Olivia looked like her... as Mistress had stolen more and more from Victoria, she must have sent Olivia back for multiple touch-ups... that was surely why everything had turned out the way it had.

When Lexi had named each feature of Olivia’s a moment before, her attention had traced each on in her mind as she had named it; she was missing Olivia, now. “And she’d be much pleasanter company than you for other reasons beyond appearance. She wouldn’t be so dumb it was frustrating to have a conversation with her. I kept you sleeping all the time I was talking to her because you’re a nuisance, and you’re best when you say and do nothing... then you can’t ruin everything for everyone by inflicting your ugly appearance and dull intellect on everyone around you. Even making use of you through menial tasks isn’t as good as taking you out of commission entirely, because then your ugly appearance has to be put up with. When you’re just still and out of the way, you can be completely ignored; when you’re in action, you can’t be ignored, because you’re so ugly that your ugliness draws attention. Olivia would be a pretty sight to see in my kitchen, unlike you... and she’d be a fun conversationalist to have a discussion with, since she’s actually intelligent, unlike you, Dumbhead. She’s better than you in every single way and it would be so much better if she were here instead of you.”

Victoria got even wetter at this further bit of cruelty... but she didn’t allow herself to slosh the sauce out of the small pot this time, either. She went on with cooking dinner, aching in her heart and pussy for different reasons respectively, and Lexi kept insulting her. Still, the fish and asparagus and sauce were all done at about the same time. She got them all served on the two plates, the sauce ending up spooned over the fish carefully. Then she had to take a few minutes to mash the potatoes; she moved to use the electric-mixer at first, but Lexi forbid her, and she had to mash them with their metal-masher.

Then she served the potatoes, and carried both plates over to the table. She set Lexi’s plate down first, and moved to take the other plate with her around the table, but Lexi clucked her tongue, calling Victoria’s gaze to her. “I would have stopped you with my hand if I hadn’t been so disturbed at the thought of touching you, Trash-heap. But leave both plates here... once I’ve eaten everything I want off of both of them, maybe I’ll let you eat the scraps.”

Victoria almost had to bend in half from how much pleasure that sent throbbing across her lower-back and across her front, between her hips. She managed to keep herself standing upright, though.

“While I eat,” Lexi went on, “you can get down under the table and massage my feet. But you forgot my cutlery, Dumbhead. Go get that first and then you can massage me.”

Victoria had been in such a rush to get the food to Lexi that she had forgotten. She hurried over to the cutlery drawer, and retrieved a clean knife and fork for Lexi. Lexi held out a hand expectantly, and Victoria set the cutlery in it. Then she got down on her knees and crawled under the table. Lexi had extended her legs so they slanted down to the floor at an angle; so instead of sitting close to Lexi’s chair, as she had that morning when she’d kneeled to lick her pussy and teach her by that, she had to sit about halfway along under the table, just so she was in proper reach of Lexi’s feet. It had been out of the question that Lexi be inconvenienced... she had wanted her legs at that slanted angle, so it had just been for Victoria to fit herself around that, rather than ask Lexi to make a change on her hand.

Victoria shifted out of her kneel into sitting crosslegged, since it seemed like she might be doing this for a while. Then she lifted Lexi’s left foot into her lap, set her thumbs in the arch of Lexi’s foot, and drove them upwards.

Lexi cut into the piece of salmon-fillet which belonged to the first plate. At the same time, she felt Victoria dragging delicious pressure along the arch of her left foot. The pressure made her foot ache, but in a good way, leaving a soothing sense of comfort behind it. She took a bite of the salmon-fillet; the sauce which had been spooned over it was nice. It was a little fruity... citrus-y, but with a hint of berry... yet there was something of a tang to it, a bit of a bite. It was delectable actually. If Lexi had ever been the type to give her wife compliments, she would have complimented her for this sauce. But Lexi had never been that type, had never once complimented her wife throughout their entire marriage. Even at the beginning she’d understood what a good-for-nothing idiot and uggo she had been stuck with.

But the good-for-nothing idiot and uggo had made a delicious sauce, and the salmon tasted very good in it. The potatoes and asparagus beside it were bitter by contrast with the sweetness, but that was actually better... if either of them had been sweeter, or even more salty, the plate as a whole would have been unbalanced and too overpowering on the palate. As it was, each component of the meal balanced each other component, and, more than that, each component of the meal made every other component of the meal shine, set it off ideally. When Lexi had told Victoria to make her a delicious dinner, she had clearly taken that to heart.

She didn’t deserve to receive any praise for it. She would never deserve praise of any kind. So Lexi just went on scarfing her dinner, alternating between both plates that were before her. At the same time, Victoria went on massaging her feet. She worked up the outer-edge of Lexi’s sole, then worked the ball of her foot, then the heel, then the arch again... then the space below her ankle-t on either side... then she switched to the other foot, and did the same there. Lexi felt like she was living the high-life... receiving a luxurious foot-massage while eating what could only be described as a culinary piece of art. What a decadent dining-experience! Lexi was enjoying herself, and she deserved to. Her happiness was the second most important thing, only less important than Olivia’s. But it was more important than Victoria’s, so she didn’t care what discomfort Victoria might be in, either from hunger or from working her hands hard to give the massage or both. She was having a good time, and the amount Victoria was suffering to bring this about... was simply irrelevant to that.

Lexi thought of something she could do, though, that would make this evening even better.

She picked her phone back up from where she had once more deposited it on the table. “Take a break for a second, dummy,” she told Victoria. “I need you to enter Olivia’s banking-information into my banking-app.”

Victoria leaned back from Lexi’s feet, and took the phone which had been offered beneath the table’s surface. Again, she was cautious of Lexi’s possession, wanted to pay it respect since Lexi was superior to her. She held it with both hands, her thumbs flying and tapping alternately again; information was just flowing out of her, her body was just deciding for her. And she saw, on the digital bank-form, she’d inputted information which would direct all transfers to her Mistress’ bank-... but Lexi would never guess that was where the money was going. For once, Lexi’s inability to tell Olivia from Victoria’s Mistress was finally going to benefit Victoria’s Mistress. She was pleased to think she had served her Mistress... pleased to think she had, even this much later, and after a wasted day, still done more than her Mistress had probably expected. Victoria was still trying to do her best for her.

(Though, since her body had just put the information for her, and she’d never decided, this command must have come from her Mistress... she wanted to hang on to the idea that what she’d done was to her credit, even though it probably wasn’t.)

She ed Lexi’s phone back into her hand, and then went back to massaging Lexi’s feet.

Lexi looked at the information Victoria had inputted into the banking-app; the bank- holder was listed as Olivia, so everything looked right.

She ed the lesson... which she must have gotten from Olivia herself. She would enjoy it and enjoy it sexually if she sent money to Olivia; she wanted that kind of gratification.

She navigated through the app a little; she forwent the t-savings to go into one of Victoria’s personal s which she also had access to. All their money had been pooled, their personal and t-s all just dropdowns under their one main shared-.

She set up a transfer from that personal of Victoria’s, and on the amount line, typed $250,000. The second she hit send on the transfer, an orgasm was loosed inside of her body. She convulsed for a few minutes in her chair; she really did enjoy it sexually when she sent Olivia money! But it had always been that way; it was just nice to see that everything was still the same.

She wanted more gratification, though, so it was time to insult Victoria again. “You’re a lazy bitch, Uggo,” she said. “If you were working harder, you’d have more money in your personal-s for me to send to Olivia. Olivia deserves everything, because Olivia is wonderful. But because of you—” she accused, kicking Victoria’s chest with her foot; she’d been flowing before, just from what she’d been saying to Victoria, but as soon as she kicked Victoria, her pussy released several substantial gushes in a row. “I didn’t have enough to send. That’s your fault.”

Victoria shuddered in response to Lexi’s latest cruelty. And she was wary Lexi might kick her again, but Lexi didn’t. After a moment of her feet sitting idle, Victoria felt it had been made clear she was allowed to go on massaging. So she went back to doing that.

Lexi went back to eating; she ate until she was full, and there truly were only scraps on the plate. She was pleasantly full now, instead of uncomfortably full. She was glad she had eaten all she had.

She could feel how sopping wet her underwear were against her and inside her yoga-pants. She pushed her chair back, stood, pulled her yoga-pants down... then pulled her underwear off. She held the pair of sodden underwear under the table, so Victoria could see them, and see them drip. “That’s all from me giving you the treatment you deserve — I love giving you the treatment you deserve — and from sending the money to Olivia that I sent.”

She balled the underwear up tighter, then turned and threw the ball of them down the kitchen until it landed on the floor practically across the room.

“Go get it, bitch,” Lexi said, and that time Victoria felt that Lexi had intended a dog-implication with that “bitch.” It was like she was playing toss with her pet... that was air that she’d cast over all of this.

Victoria crawled out from under the table, then stood to walk across the kitchen to where the underwear were sitting on the floor. “What are you doing, bitch? I threw that ball for my dog. And dogs don’t walk on two legs... dogs don’t walk on two legs, they don’t speak human languages, and they definitely don’t wear human clothes. So if my dog wants to get the underwear-ball for me, she better go and get it as a dog. If she goes and gets it as a dog pretending to be a human, it’ll never count.”

Lexi’s every word had dripped amusement as she’d said that. And Victoria thought this was the worst humiliation she’d gotten all day. To have to strip herself naked, behave as if she could not speak... and then get down and crawl! At this rate, Lexi was likely going to expect her to pick up the underwear-ball with her mouth, since dogs couldn’t use their “paws.”

She didn’t want to go over there and get that; her last scrap of pride was protesting and pleading... but she also did want to go over there and get that. Lexi was her superior, and she had told her to do something; Victoria wanted to obey.

She un-sashed today’s dressing-gown and let it fall off of her; she noticed when Lexi gave her naked body a glance and frowned at it in judgment. It made her pussy twitch once; even though Lexi hadn’t put that judgement to words, it had still been clear in her eyes... so it had still turned Victoria on.

Next, Victoria got down onto her hands and knees. She crawled forward down the kitchen, really feeling the reality of her position. She was being forced to act like a dog. She was a human woman but Victoria was forcing her to act like a dog, turning her into her bitch-pet. And Lexi could drop her into trance easily; she’d proven that this morning at the end of breakfast. What if she made Victoria forget she wasn’t a dog?

It was completely humiliating to impersonate a canine, but that was also what made it so good. Her pussy streamed and streamed with every shift of her hips that sent her crawling further forward.

When she reached the underwear-ball, she found she was enjoying herself so much that she was sorry to have made it to her destination. She hovered over it for just a minute, and then she ducked her head down, setting her teeth in the underwear-ball in such a way that it didn’t unroll itself. Then she lifted her head, carrying it with her; the ball was still snug in her mouth.

She felt even more like a dog now; she’d come over her on all fours, and now she had a ball in her mouth! She couldn’t have been more dog-like if she’d tried. And now there was something in her mouth, preventing her from speaking. Her muteness wasn’t a choice anymore; the ball was there, imposing it on her. If she wanted to speak, she’d have to spit the ball out. And at the moment the thought of disobeying Lexi seemed impossible to entertain.

She could taste the juices of Lexi’s pussy on the underwear... she crawled back along the kitchen to where the table sat, presenting herself in front of Lexi. She even put her hands up, let them dangle from her wrists, like a dog’s paws as they begged for treats.

Lexi reached down and pulled the underwear-ball out, as if they really had just played fetch. Then she raised one foot, and patted Victoria on the head with it. Then dropped her foot and mussed, with her hand, one side of Victoria’s hair like it was fur. “Who’s a good bitch? Who’s a good bitch? You are!”

She’d used a tone suited to being playful with a dog.

In immediate response to this, an orgasm unleashed itself within Victoria. The context this orgasm was happening in was so shameful to Victoria’s mind that she didn’t want the orgasm to be happening.

She turned her attention inward, moving through herself and trying to beat the orgasm back, but this had no effect. She stayed there, on her knees, her hands dangling from her wrists, her body just shaking and shaking as the orgasm kept happening inside.

If a few things had been different, she probably wouldn’t have found the orgasm as shameful as she did. If she had only started orgasming because Lexi’s tone had indicated she wanted her to do it, if this had only been an example of her body and mind trying to obey, Victoria would have had peace of mind about it.

But if that had been a factor in this orgasm, it had only been a small factor. It was not the main reason this orgasm had begun. She had started cumming only because of the humiliation of the situation; the literal dehumanization of being treated like she was an animal instead of a person. That was the thing that had set her off, and her mind couldn’t make peace with that. So instead, she went on feeling ashamed as the orgasm went on.

But because this was an orgasm that was based in humiliation, that shame only fanned her pleasure and make it spark higher. Her body pulled more taut, wrenching forward so her back was straighter... she felt pleasure racing up and down it, racing everywhere else too. She was cumming, she was cumming, she was cumming because Lexi had treated her like a dog... she was so ashamed... her pleasure spiked higher...

Her orgasm hadn’t remotely ed yet, but Lexi balled up the underwear again, and threw it back down the kitchen. Victoria understood what was expected.... she had to obey expectation as much as she would have had to obey direct orders. She turned, went back on her hands and knees. She crawled along as fast as she could now, but this time it was much more uncomfortable; there were orgasmic aftershocks with every shift of her hips, since each shift inevitably shifted things around enough to make her pussylips brush each other.

She picked up the ball with her mouth like the last time, and turned to crawl back to Lexi.

Lexi took the ball from Victoria’s mouth again. And she was going to throw it again. She felt like she wanted to throw it at least a few more times...

Victoria had flushed in what had almost looked like embarrassment when Lexi had told Victoria she was a bitch that belonged to Lexi. But that level of embarrassment hadn’t been enough; none of the humiliation she had inflicted on Victoria had been enough, yet.

She still wanted to inflict worse humiliation on Victoria. And if she kept throwing the ball for a while, that would just drive the point in deeper and deeper, would just intense the sense of humiliation inside of Victoria and make it stronger and stronger. All of that was what she wanted; so she’d keep making Victoria do the same thing for a while. She threw the ball, and watched Victoria crawling after it, shivering once for every time Victoria’s hips shifted. Moving that way must be tormenting Victoria’s pussy; good. That might add to her sense of humiliation, and in Lexi’s view, if it did, that would only be a good thing.

She kept watching Victoria as Victoria crawled. That was the other benefit of making her do this; it meant she got to watch Victoria’s naked body crawling around. And Victoria’s naked body was ugly, and an infinite number of times inferior to Olivia’s body... but Victoria’s naked body was still a naked body, a pair of tits, a pussy and an (albeit flat) ass. And each of those features were still a little hot just by their natures, even if as a whole Victoria was ugly. So it was nice... to see an ass shifting in a crawl; when Victoria turned around, underwear-ball in mouth, to see a pair of tits swinging from the crawl.

Lexi was glad Victoria was naked for the chance it gave her to appreciate her nakedness... but she was also glad, too, because the lack of close was likely also adding to the humiliation of the experience.

She’d just keep throwing the ball... keep making Victoria feel more and more humiliated, and keep watching her move her naked body along...

Victoria brought underwear-ball back to Lexi. And Lexi threw it again. Then she brought the ball back to Lexi. And Lexi threw it again. It was like a neverending game of fetch. If Victoria really had been a dog, she might have minded the mindless repetition of it less. But as a woman who was being forced to behave like a dog, she did mind it. The constant crawling was an endless torment, her pussy burning and dragging against itself in ways that only made that burn of pleasure worse. And the constant crawling made her reflect on her situation, on the meaning behind what she was doing. In every second, she thought of how she was being treated, how she was being viewed, what she was being made to do... and that just kept making her feel more and more humiliated. She was at such a point of humiliation now she thought she ought to be able to die of shame... but each time she thought she’d reached the peak of that, she dragged up to an even higher level of humiliation. And that humiliation made her pleasure burn worse too.

Victoria brought the ball back to Lexi, again getting up on her (hindlegs— no, knees! This whole thing was even further twisting her mind.) knees. She’d lost count of how many times she’d brought the ball to Lexi, now.

Once more Lexi pulled it from her mouth, but in this moment, where Lexi hadn’t thrown it yet and the new expectations hadn’t been established yet, Victoria had a chance. She wanted this to stop, didn’t want to go on doing it, so she’d better plead while she had an opening.

“Anything else,” she began. Lexi was shifting one leg, what was she doing? “Could I—”

Lexi’s foot pressed flat across Victoria’s mouth. So that was why she’d been lifting her leg. And now her foot was just there, sitting firm against Victoria’s mouth.

Victoria had been silenced for the first time today when Lexi had requested that she pretend she couldn’t speak because of being a dog... then she’d been silenced by the underwear-ball Lexi had thrown, when she’d picked it up with her mouth and carried it back to be thrown again. Now she’d been silenced again, not by her own participation or by the presence of something sitting inside her mouth, but by the presence of something covering it. She wouldn’t manage to produce anything except possibly a hum; Lexi’s foot would be there, holding her mouth closed. Victoria’s lips tingled almost painfully from the pressure... but it also increased her pleasure.

Lexi held her foot against Victoria’s mouth. She liked the feeling of Victoria’s lips against the sole of her foot; they were soft, a little wet. Victoria was pressing a perpetual kiss into place in that spot; that was a nice sensation.

Lexi was also enjoying silencing Victoria this way; she was the thing stopping Victoria’s voice. In a metaphorical sense, it was even like she was standing on Victoria’s voice. Everything about it was so good.

But she could demean Victoria further; she knew what she wanted to do. She’d just have to shift a little for a moment.

She kept standing on foot, the other foot across Victoria’s mouth, receiving the perpetual kiss. She reached to her side; the table was in reach of her, which meant one of the chairs was in reach of her. She grabbed onto it and dragged it across the floor and around behind her. Then she lowered herself into it, keeping her foot across Victoria’s mouth the whole time.

The chair was ing her now, and not her other foot, so she was now free to lift it. She lifted it to Victoria’s left breast, and gathered her toes together around Victoria’s nipple there, pinching and twisting and tugging with her toe-grip. She could feel the plushness of Victoria’s ample flesh cushioning her foot, and especially the ball of her foot. Now it was like Victoria was her foot-pillow; Lexi liked that.

Victoria felt Lexi’s foot sitting against her left breast; felt her toes clenching around her nipple. Lexi’s other foot was still across her mouth, still preventing her from speaking, and Lexi had gone out of her way to drag a chair around behind herself so she would be free to lift both of her feet off the ground at the same time. That made things worse, somehow. It proved how much Lexi wanted this to be happening to her right now, and how much Lexi wanted to be doing it to her right now.

But it was making Victoria’s shame worsen; it had been shameful enough to be silenced by a foot and kept from speaking, but to have a foot against her breast and to have toes around her nipple was worse. Because just with her foot, Lexi was causing so much pleasure to happen inside Victoria’s breast... she didn’t want that pleasure to be happening; she didn’t want to feel it! But she was feeling it.

Her foot was resting heavily enough it was giving her breast a light kneading-pressure; and Lexi kept switching between squeezing her toes together and moving them. When she squeezed her toes together, Victoria’s nipple got pinched. And when she moved her toes, Victoria’s nipple got tugged, or rolled.

But whether her nipple was being pinched, tugged, or rolled, pleasure flared inside her breast, and then raced all the way down to her pussy, sending more arousal spilling out of her; making the pleasure that was everywhere at once burn hotter still, too. She wanted to escape the pleasure, escape the experience, but with Lexi’s other foot across her mouth, it was like Lexi was forcing her to sit silently and take it. Which felt degrading— which turned Victoria on even more— so there was no escape-route open to her. She’d been relegated to experiencing this... she hated and loved that simultaneously.

Lexi kept both her feet where they were. She pressed her one foot a little harder into Victoria’s breast, squeezing her toes at the same time to give Victoria’s nipple another pinch. She tilted her head as she considered Victoria. “Dogs don’t get to speak,” she said, to conclude the lesson she hoped she’d been teaching silently so far. “But I can let you behave like a human for a while if you’re eating me out.”

Victoria almost had another orgasm right then, from the corresponding shame that made her feel. She’d been kept at the level of a dog... but now she could rise above that to the level of a human... but only if she were being sexually servile! She could only have slight dignity... if she were submitting to Olivia’s authority in a different way. So that would still be like humiliation, too; lessened humiliation but still humiliation. There was no avoiding it completely.

Lexi took her feet off of Victoria, and set them on the floor again. She stood, and walked in the direction of the living-room; she knew Victoria would follow her without being told.

Victoria watched Lexi go... since Lexi had said she’d give Victoria conditional permission to behave like a human, Victoria decided it was safe to rise and stand on her feet. She walked after Lexi on only two legs, but somehow still felt like the little dog trotting after its owner anyway.

When she reached the living-room, she saw that Lexi had already seated herself on the edge of the couch. She’d been sitting with her knees together while she’d been waiting for Victoria to catch up to her, but when she saw Victoria enter the room, she spread her thighs and set her knees far from each other, so her center was completely open.

Eager to obey, Victoria hurried across the living-room, the running dog now, until she had ended up in front of Lexi. She kneeled, and set her mouth against Lexi’s open-center.

Now Victoria was completely human; her mind wouldn’t even allow her to think in dog-metaphors, now. Lexi had said she would be a human while she ate Lexi out... and she was eating Lexi out... so that meant she was a human.

She licked and licked up and down Lexi’s slit... she licked her way into Lexi’s pussyhole, and felt it fluttering around her tongue... she pressed her nose forward, to give Lexi a second point of pressure while she had a tongue writhing inside her. Then she dragged her way up, nose dragging up with tongue trailing after. Nose dragging over her clit... then Victoria’s mouth suctioned its way around Lexi’s clit like it was a toy meant for her mouth to play with.

Lexi leaned toward the back of the couch, her eyes closing from the pleasure of the sensation. Victoria was pathetic and had always been an unskilled lover... but she did have quite an eager mouth, and that was enjoyable in its own way. That was bringing Lexi great enjoyment right now.

But Lexi wanted to have pleasure on top of pleasure; the best way to bring that about would be to treat Victoria badly in this moment.

“You’re just an inferior,” Lexi said, in a sneering tone, though she had not opened her eyes. “That’s why you have to get down on your knees and suck the clits of your betters. That’s where you belong. You’re not allowed to rise to any level higher than that. You can be a human sucking clit, but you can’t be a human holding power, or a human with autonomy. Because you’re an inferior, and you know it’s your rightful place to be on your knees sucking clit.”

What Victoria was doing with her mouth was working well for Lexi... but she was getting two kinds of pleasure at once right now, and that was perfect. Victoria worked her with her mouth, desperate to do a good job obeying, and that sent pleasure flowing through her pussy and all her body. But the cruel words kept coming out of Lexi’s mouth, and that also sent pleasure flowing through her pussy and all through her body. It felt almost like she was having one orgasm on top of another, even though none of her pleasure had culminated itself yet.

She needed to go on speaking cruelty to Victoria. “Even if you wish for autonomy or power secretly, you’ll never have either. I’ll always be above you; I’ll always be the one in charge, deciding what’s going to happen. Things are always going to go the way I want. They will never go the way you want them to.”

Victoria licked her way back down to Lexi’s pussyhole, pressing her nose in a bit above it, while again her tongue writhed inside. And all of Lexi’s words were echoing in her head, a chaotic repeating jumble which kept making her pussy twitch. This didn’t feel like dignity at all... having received permission to be a human, having received permission to rise above the level of a dog, seemed so insignificant now. She was a human, but if she was a human sex-toy who had to lick the pussies of her betters, than how much higher had she moved up in the world, really? She still felt so far below everything and everyone else... other people could have autonomy, and they could have power... because they weren’t inferiors who belonged on their knees licking pussy and sucking clit. But she was an inferior who belonged there, so she was below them all... it made her feel so much lesser, made her feel small and pathetic.

And that turned her on even more. Made Victoria’s pussy twitch a second time for every one time Lexi’s echoing words ed through Victoria’s mind again.

Lexi could hear how her own breathing had gone ragged; she was still technically having two stacked orgasms at once, even though neither one had fully arrived yet. “Tell me I’m superior,” she breathed. “Tell me I’m above you.”

Victoria broke off her tongue-writhing, seemingly reluctantly. She only pulled back far enough for her voice to be audible; no farther than that. “You’re superior,” she said; her voice sounded ragged with arousal too. “You’re above me by so many levels it would be impossible to count; you’re above me, you’re so high up there.”

Lexi felt a spasm travel through her pussy at the compliment. It had turned her on even to give the order... but to see it followed, to see Victoria acting so pathetically, had just sweetened the pleasure and made more of it.

But Victoria had taken a long enough break from more actively pleasuring her, Lexi thought. “Debase yourself again slut, and dedicate your mouth to my pleasure.”

Victoria felt a pleasure-shudder travel through her body... more cruelty, which had brought more shame... but as she shifted to close the short distance between herself and Lexi’s pussy, she did feel that she was debasing herself. She was co-operating with her own objectification... she was helping Lexi turn her into a sex-toy. She showing acceptance for everything Lexi had said before, everything about how she wasn’t ever going to be allowed to have autonomy or power or to get up off of her knees. But she was moving her mouth back to Lexi’s pussy, so she was willingly debasing herself.

Once she was licking at Lexi’s slit again, she felt she was debasing herself even more. She was licking like she had to keep doing it, though, licking over and over again like she never wanted to stop; just so fully co-operating.

Lexi felt Victoria’s mouth working against her pussy this time... and found that even hotter than the mouthwork she’d done before her brief break. She’d spoken so much cruelty to Victoria (and it had been hot to say it all) and even after that, Victoria still just presented her mouth and resumed her mouthwork. There was no sense of self-respect there at all, and there shouldn’t have been, so that was right... but it was hot to see a slut accept her place. And this time, that combined with the oral stimulation Victoria was providing against her pussy, Lexi’s pleasure overwhelmed her. Both stacked orgasms arrived at once, each one seeming to fall through the other. The pleasure extended so far back; this was one of the best orgasms she had ever had!

Victoria felt Lexi’s pussy spasming against her, and she felt a great sense of satisfaction: sexually, but also emotionally. She had pleased someone who was superior above her, perfectly serving her purpose as an inferior. She kept her mouth moving as Lexi rode out her orgasm. It seemed to go on for a long time, but finally Lexi’s hands were on her shoulders, shoving her back.

She licked the pussyjuice-smear over her lips into her mouth. Lexi was sitting forward on the couch, looking at her. “Thank me for indulging you today and letting you be a human.”

Victoria’s pussy clenched once. Lexi was ordering her around! It was so hot; it was exactly what someone in her position deserved.

“Thank you for indulging me today and letting me be a human.”

Lexi stood from the couch then, and Victoria took this as a cue to stand as well. As she was trying to get fully upright, though, Lexi brushed past her, her shoulder knocking against Victoria’s shoulder.

It had been a forceful enough brushing-past that it had felt more like a shove. And it had been forceful enough to knock Victoria out of her rising-stance and offbalance. Her legs slipped out from under her, and her ass hit the floor hard, halting her fall. It might be a bit sore tomorrow from smacking the floor that hard... but Lexi’s indifference to her fall combined with the fast strides she’d taken away from the couch convinced Victoria that Lexi had knocked into her on purpose. Lexi had wanted to knock her down one last time, had probably guessed she would hit her ass hard, and had wanted that to happen to her too.

It felt like all Lexi had been doing today was knock her down. If less literally, she had still been knocking her down emotionally, cutting her with comments and jibes, then cutting her by imposing demeaning activities on her. It had all cut her, and cut her down. So what, if to end the day she’d done that again more literally?

It brought the truth home to Victoria, though. This was who she was married to now, who Lexi was now. It was her fault, but this was what she had look forward to for the rest of her marriage now. Lexi would always be like this... if not even meaner. And she might still get meaner; today might have been the last day Lexi would ever be this kind to her again... tomorrow she might be even worse, and then the day after and the day after...

Victoria’s heart seemed to sag in sadness. But her pussy clenched once again. Lexi being meaner... shaming and humiliating her even more... her pussy clenched a second time.

Lexi had made it out of the living-room, and was heading in the direction of the bedroom. She’d meant to knock Victoria back over, and she was glad Victoria had fallen. It had sounded like Victoria had hit her ass on the floor hard, and she was glad about that too. She’d wanted to give Victoria one more reminder that she didn’t deserve anything nice, not even a moment of being allowed to exist unbothered.

Victoria followed after Lexi, in the direction of the bedroom. Just as when she had entered the living-room, she found Lexi had already made herself comfortable; she had already climbed under the covers, and pulled the blankets up over herself. Was this also how life would be now, how the rest of her marriage would be now? Would she be forever following behind Lexi, forever trailing after her?

She shouldn’t mind that; it would be a fitting fate for an inferior like her... that was the kind of treatment inferiors could expect.

She approached the bed herself to see if Lexi would forbid her to enter it, but Lexi didn’t, so she climbed in beside her.

Victoria had only just settled under the covers when she felt Lexi’s hands on her breasts. They gripped and pulled and squeezed; Victoria thought of Lexi knocking her over in the living-room earlier. It did seem like things were going to be this way from now on: she simply wouldn’t ever be left to have even one restful moment free from hassling. She reached a sense of acceptance about this fairly quickly; this was fair, wasn’t it? Inferiors deserved to be hassled.

“You should use my big soft ass as your pillow tonight,” Lexi said, as if it were a suggestion. But as soon as she heard it, her mind seemed to interpret it as another order.

Lexi let go of Victoria’s ass, and three the blankets back; she rolled on her stomach, and undulated her ass in Victoria’s direction several times. “Come on, dummy. Kiss it good night.”

Apparently she intended to sleep on her stomach with her face pressing into her pillow, and her ass sticking up into the air.

But Lexi’s suggestion had really been an order, as far as Victoria’s mind was concerned, so Victoria was already moving to obey it, lying the opposite way beside Lexi’s body, feet on the pillow she usually used but which tonight would be replaced by Lexi’s ass.

She left the rest of her body to lie along the mattress, but she shifted her shoulders up high enough that she could place one cheek in the center of one of Lexi’s huge asscheeks. It was soft and pillowy against her cheek... she puckered her lips, and pressed a goodnight kiss into Lexi’s asscheek before letting her mouth go slack.

For a moment, she just lay against Lexi’s ass, simmering with shame. She’d just kissed an ass goodnight... that seemed to reaffirm her servile position. Other people who had autonomy and power were able to kiss people good night, were equals to other people. But Victoria had no autonomy and no power, and she was only allowed to kiss asses goodnight... she was equal to asses... if she were enough of a fool, as much of an idiot as Lexi kept saying she was, perhaps she could say... she was equal to other asses. But she was being treated like she was just an extension of Lexi’s body, just something Lexi had complete control over, and could use to facilitate her own pleasure, like a hand during masturbation. So she had kissed an equal goodnight then... whether because of both her position and Lexi’s ass’ position in relation to Lexi, or because Lexi’s ass was an ass by virtue of its physical elements, and she was an ass by virtue of her stupidity... but she had kissed an equal goodnight. And it only reminded her, yet again, how far below she was of everything and everyone else.

Victoria settled herself against the ass-pillow she was using. And she found her mind wandering... she was against one ass, but her thoughts were drifting to another one. Suddenly, there in her mind, she saw her Mistress’ ass... Mistress had never told Victoria to mentally sear the sight of her ass in as explicitly as Mistress had told Victoria to mentally sear in the sight of her pussy, but the image of Mistress’ ass seemed just as vivid in Victoria’s mind now as Mistress’ pussy-image always was. Victoria wondered if her mind had done this retroactively... or if it had been watching more carefully than she’d guessed any time she’d ever seen Mistress’ ass.

She didn’t feel guilty for lying on her wife’s ass and thinking of a different woman’s ass. She was inferior to Lexi, but Lexi was inferior to Mistress, whether she knew that or not yet. And so it was right for Mistress to be above everything, about Lexi and above Olivia both. In a three-level hierarchy of reverence, Lexi would only have been the first tier, Olivia the tear above that, and Mistress the highest tier of all. So it was completely natural for her to prefer Mistress’ ass... to be thinking of it right now.

Her mind seemed to stuck on the idea of it, now. Maybe she was thinking of it too much, but she couldn’t seem to stop... the ass-image was fixed in place, and the more she mentally stared at it, the more turned on her body became. Suddenly an orgasm was happening to her; she felt her body contorting itself around the shape of it, as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

When it ed, there was nothing left behind inside of her. It had drained her of all her energy, because of how forceful it had been. And now every part of her was exhausted: her mind, and all parts of her body. She found herself sagging bonelessly into the position she was lying in. And what had just happened had made her feel even more objectified and lesser... an orgasm had just grabbed hold of her, done what it wanted with her, then left her flopped bonelessly in place. That was how that experience had felt for her; she’d had no input into it happening at all.

And now her body was humming with satiated pleasure... which was nice... but she was still lying so bonelessly in place, her face smushed into Lexi’s asscheek... it was good that she didn’t need anything else now, because if she’d needed a glass of water or a bathroom-trip, she would have been too exhausted to rise.

It was a bit unnerving to be this exhausted, though... to feel she was too tired even to roll away, let alone lift her arms or try to sit up...

Lexi felt where Victoria’s head rested against her asscheek, appreciating its presence there... it pleased her, that Victoria had allowed herself to be shamed again, and to such an extent. She’d just accepted her place and gone along with Lexi’s suggestion. Just on the boundary of sleep Lexi wondered... if someone had told her it would be a good idea to make this suggestion... if they had, they’d been right... but maybe the suggestion had been her own idea too, and she could congratulate herself for it. Either way, it had been a good idea, and she enjoyed having Victoria there... she should tell her to do this on other nights after this one, too...

Then Lexi fell asleep.

Victoria was still awake... she felt so focused on her situation. She was letting her face rest against Lexi’s asscheek, was letting her face smush into it... her face had to smush into it, since she’d gone so boneless; her bonelessness forced her face in deeper. But she was just lying here, accepting being in this position... it was such a degrading position to lie in, let alone sleep in... but it was so hot to do something this shameful... Lexi had told her to debase herself this way, and she’d just gone along with it, and that was hot too... she was doing something shameful and it was arousing her... she could feel the humiliation burning inside her.

Other thoughts occurred to her now... she wondered if she’d been told to think them earlier, when she’d been in trance most of the day, or if they were just occurring to her naturally now. It didn’t matter either way... though the thoughts seemed a bit like they came from somewhere outside of her, they also seemed very true, so she didn’t believe they were any less accurate for that. Lexi’s ass is the perfect pillow, she watched herself thinking. But I don’t deserve a perfect version of anything, because I’m an inferior... so Lexi’s ass-pillow is too good for me. It’s better than I deserve... but she’s granted me permission to use it, at least tonight... so I have to use it...

She might have wanted to refuse a nice thing otherwise, out of a desire to obey expectation and accept her place in the world.

Her thoughts were... still doing things, but she couldn’t tell what. She was getting so tired, now, that they slipped their way past her notice... she stopped trying to follow them.

She let her exhaustion overwhelm her more and more... her body wanted to sleep. It was starting to slip into that state... she would sleep all night with her head right here, on the perfect pillow... if only she could ever sleep on Mistress’ ass someday, but she’d probably never be allowed...

She fell the rest of the way asleep.