The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Olivia Walker, who was not twenty-four years old yet but for the moment was still only nineteen, was in her second year of college. And since she was at a college of moderate size, there were a lot of people in the student-body that she didn’t know yet; the only people she recognized by sight were the people she shared classes with, and for most of them, she still didn’t know their names. The only people she really knew well were the people in her smaller social-circle, and, today, a Tuesday some hours before her afternoon class, she was sitting with one of her friends from her social-circle, Eva. It was still nice fall weather for the moment, so she and Eva were sitting at one of the school’s outdoor-tables after grabbing something from the coffee-kiosk which was in the next building over.

They were both still sipping their coffee, enjoying the lingering summer weather which had overstayed its justification but not its welcome, when Olivia noticed someone coming out of the next building over. Olivia was sure she had never seen her before, because she was very strikingly attractive; she had lengthy blonde hair, lovely blue eyes, full lips, and huge breasts. She’d also been endowed with wide hips, a large ass, and substantial thighs. Her beauty didn’t stop there, either: she had skin without blemish, and a fairly narrow waist.

Olivia leaned across the table, moving closer to her friend Eva, but still looking at the stranger. “Do you know who that is?”

Eva turned to look. “Oh, I think that’s Victoria Hawthorne. I’ve heard people talking about her before; people like her. She’s in the year above us, I think... she’s in the third year of her degree.”

Victoria altered her path, coming over toward the cluster of outdoor-tables. She stopped at the table that was behind Olivia and Eva’s.

“Hi Nicole,” Victoria said, to the person sitting at that table; her tone was very warm.

“Oh, hi... Victoria...” Nicole said back, sounding a bit surprised.

Olivia watched Victoria place a hand on the table, and lean in closer from around Nicole’s side.

“Any reason you’re sounding so surprised right now?” She was still modulating her every word with warmth.

“Well we’ve... never spoken before...” Nicole answered, obviously flustered.

“But you’re in a class with me, aren’t you?”

“Yes...”

Victoria... batted her eyelashes at Nicole... and yet this seemed to work! “I’ve overlooked you too long, Nicole. You’re cute... it’d be fun to go out some time, but we have never spoken before... and I’ve had such a hard time in my love-life before... it’s hard for me to trust new people. Would you do me a favor, and help me to start trusting you? It will be a lot easier for me to go on a date with you after that.”

Nicole was leaning closer toward Victoria now, like she felt very tempted by what Victoria had suggested... but her expression was also very sympathetic, as if she had also been very emotionally moved by what Victoria had said. “Yes... that all sounds so reasonable. I’m sorry you’ve had a hard time. What favor could I do for you?”

“We’ve got that essay due in class next week. I’m sure you’ve already been working on a copy of that essay for yourself. Go ahead and finish that, so you can turn it in for your own grade, but as a favor to me, why don’t you write a second essay and let me turn it in for my grade?”

Olivia couldn’t believe anyone would ever see anything appealing about such an offer. But Nicole’s eyes were wide. Somehow Victoria had swayed Nicole into really wanting to do this. “Yes, Victoria,” Nicole breathed, scrambling up all her belongings into a chaotic hold. “I’ll go... to the library, and get started right away! When I’m done I’ll make sure I get it to you in time for you to turn it in!”

Victoria blew Nicole a kiss. “I’m looking forward to our first date.”

Nicole sprinted off, and Victoria seemed to brush off the interaction entirely. But she didn’t go far... she advanced a few steps, and then she was standing over Olivia and Eva’s table. She was now looking at Eva.

From closer up, Olivia had a better sense of the heat Victoria’s gaze was transmitting. And it was easier to imagined what it might be like, to be on the receiving end of such attention... she could almost understand why Nicole had been so willing to go along.

“What’s your name?” Victoria asked Eva.

“Eva,” Eva answered, sounding astounded.

“Has anyone told you before how hot you are?” Victoria asked, bluntly.

“No... not like that...” Eva answered again.

“Are you busy right now?”

Olivia could see some of Victoria’s appeal... but that was just too stark. She couldn’t look past her incredulity... she didn’t have class until her afternoon-class, but Eva had a class in the slot before that, which would be starting in twenty minutes, and Eva knew that! Plus she hadn’t finished her coffee yet, and though Eva was happy to spring for a treat here and there, Olivia knew that money was tight for Eva, and Eva wouldn’t be content to just throw the $5 she’d spent on her coffee-drink into the trash.

But Eva said, “I’m not busy now...”

Victoria smiled... it was like radiant beams of light shone out of it. “Then why don’t we get off campus together for a while? I’ve got a car... we can go get a drink.”

And Eva actually stood to go with her... she threw her half-drunk coffee, and the $2.50 it represented, into the trash without any hesitation... and she and Victoria disappeared from sight.

Olivia pressed a hand to her forehead. Victoria had not targeted her, had not spoken with her... but she still felt dizzy. Victoria had swept over to the outdoor-tables looking stunning, and then had proceeded to manipulate two separate people back to back without missing a beat. Worse, she’d manipulated Eva after Eva had seen her manipulate someone else, and even so, her manipulation had still worked on Eva! She was beautiful... yet every word she’d spoken had dripped with certainty, as if there were no part of her that doubted she was going to get exactly the outcome she wanted.

Maybe that wasn’t misguided of her... she’d gotten Nicole to agree to write an essay for her, and she’d gotten Eva to agree to go for a drink, betraying her principles to throw away money and skip class in order to do so. And once they were at the bar, if Victoria really was as attracted to Eva as she’d implied, she’d probably easily be able to convince Eva to have sex with her, perhaps even in a stall of the women’s bathroom...

And if Victoria had wanted more things from other people at the outdoor-tables, Olivia was sure she would have been able to manipulate, three, five, ten people back-to-back, all in view of future marks, and still have been completely successful. She’d manipulated so well Olivia couldn’t help but wonder if Victoria had manipulated someone into buying her aforementioned car for her... or perhaps she’d manipulated someone into being on the hook for her car-lease, and making all payments... both options seemed possible. Victoria was clearly... a force of nature, who could sweep into any situation, use her looks and manner, and get everyone on her side, eager to bring her desired outcome about. Eva had said... people liked her and spoke well of her... well, of course they did! Obviously, Victoria had known the right thing to say to each person to get them to like her and excuse whatever history she had with them... even people she used and discarded, or fucked and discarded, probably still liked her too... because she probably came up with justifications that convinced them, so then they still thought well of her after...

Olivia shook her head to herself, and finished her coffee alone. She was glad Victoria had overlooked her. She’d prefer not to be on the radar of someone so persuasive and so immoral. She just hoped her path wouldn’t ever cross with Victoria’s again.

The fall semester went on. Olivia got the gossip from Eva after the fact, and learned that she and Victoria had slept together that day. But apart from that run-in during the third week of classes, Olivia’s life turned out to be rather Victoria-less as time went on. She made it to the six-week mark of the semester, to mid-term week, and through it, without any sightings or thoughts of Victoria at all.

After her last mid-term that week, though, she found herself exhausted; she’d been seeing someone named Piper rather seriously since the summer, and after that last mid-term, the only thing she wanted was to go over to her girlfriend’s dorm-room for some comfort. Despite the fact that she and Piper had been girlfriends since the summer, things hadn’t necessarily reached a level of great emotional depth... Olivia still wasn’t in the habit of being emotionally dependent on her girlfriend; they did fun things together, and had a good time sexually, and had interesting conversations about ideas and the world and what they were each learning in their classes... but Olivia didn’t seek emotional from her, or get very emotionally vulnerable with her. This would be a first in their relationship, but Olivia was getting used to Piper being around and she felt ready to open in that way.

She made it to Piper’s dorm, and to Piper’s room, and when she opened the door...

She saw Victoria fucking Piper on Piper’s bed.

“Piper?” She said. Or had meant to say, but it came out sounding like a screech. She’d really started to care about Piper a lot more than she’d realized, hadn’t she? Because now she felt like she’d been stabbed through the heart.

Victoria... withdrew several fingers from Piper’s pussy, and raised her mouth from it to look back over her shoulder.

Piper did not look remorseful. “Sorry if this sucks for you,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “But Victoria and I have been fucking for a few weeks now, and at least for now, it’s working for both of us and we’re going to keep doing it. If you’re fine with that, we can stay together. Otherwise, you can get lost.” For... for weeks? She hadn’t even managed to stammer that aloud.

“You should just go along and stay with her,” Victoria piped up. “Don’t go out of your way to cause trouble. I’ll get bored in a while, and then I’ll be done with her. She’ll be all yours after that. Just wait me out.”

Olivia left without saying anything.

The next day, when her social-circle met up to study in each others’ company, minus Piper, it was pretty obvious to all of them that she had been crying all night. She hadn’t been able to hide it very well, but then again, she hadn’t managed to motivate herself to try very hard, either.

One of her friends, Clara, had just got finished saying that none of them were going to believe her if she told them she hadn’t been crying. She couldn’t find it in herself to lie. “Yes, I was crying. I was crying all night, I didn’t sleep. Piper’s been cheating on me with Victoria Hawthorne for weeks.”

There were various comforting comments, and eventually the impromptu study-session ended. The rest of the day seemed fairly normal to Olivia, as normal as a day can be when one’s entire world has been blown apart, except that evening, as she was coming out of her last class of the day intending to head back to her own dorm-room (probably to cry some more) she saw Victoria waiting there.

Victoria strode forward, backing her into the wall that was behind her. The rest of the class streamed out them, no one looking over.

“You shouldn’t have told your friend-group that Piper was cheating with me,” Victoria said... none of her charismatic charm was there now, only malice.

Olivia was too angry to be scared, though. “Well it was true!”

“Yes,” Victoria acknowledged. “But my reputation is something I very carefully maintain—”

“Because you twist everyone around until they’re forced to take your side!”

“—and I’m not going to let you tarnish it. I won’t be the one who comes out looking bad here, the one who ends up blamed, or who becomes an embarrassment. I warned you not to cause trouble. You’ve got no one to blame but yourself for what happens next.”

Over the course of the next week, Olivia noticed a distinct chill every time she interacted with someone. The week after that, even her own friends were barely speaking to her. But she couldn’t get anyone to tell her why.

Part of the way through that week, she happened to knock into two students coming the other way because she was going around a corner to distraught to pay attention. She apologized, but as they went on the way she’d come, she followed and eavesdropped a while without them noticing, because they were talking about her.

“...Victoria told everyone,” the first student said.

“Well, Victoria was right to tell everyone,” the second student answered. “She was afraid to tell people, that was how serious she and Piper were. But when Piper told Olivia she was seeing Victoria pretty seriously, Olivia told her that was fine because she just wanted her for sex... and she kept pursuing and pursuing... it was bad of Piper to break down and do it, I know it’s broken Victoria’s heart... but really, I blame Olivia... she knew Piper had a girlfriend that mattered to her, and she kept...”

Olivia redirected herself to the bathroom before she started screaming out and drawing her eavesdroppees’ attention. So Victoria had been telling lies... to everyone! She’d rewritten the truth, turned it on its head... in reality, Olivia had been getting serious about Piper, and Victoria had only wanted Piper for her body. Olivia was the wronged party! But Victoria had told a version of the story where she had been in Olivia’s role and Olivia had been in her role... and she was so persuasive, so powerful, she’d convinced everyone of her version of the story... had even made some of them forget contradictory information to do so, since Olivia’s former friends had known she was dating Piper for months... but had apparently chosen to willingly purge that information from their memory so they could believe Victoria without any issues...

In the next week, people were more hostile. Shoulder-checking and shoving Olivia, knocking things out of her hands, turning her lunch-tray over in the cafeteria, destroying all her food before she could eat it, but after she had used her day’s allotted meal-plan meal so she couldn’t get any more food that was covered and couldn’t afford to eat... some people heckled her in the halls, even people she’d never seen before... a few people heckled her in classes, and her professors turned a blind-eye. By the end of the week she’d heard the phrase, “cheating whore” so many times it was starting to sound unreal to her.

The next week, eight-weeks out of a twelve-week semester and about to enter finals-period, she was called into the academic-integrity office. The there told her there’d been an allegation that she’d heavily plagiarized another student’s term-paper in her own, and that, given the evidence, it was likely she was going to be kicked out of the college. The investigation was going to take another week to wrap up, but things were heavily leaning that way.

Gutted, she left that meeting, and was surprised to see Victoria waiting for her this time, too.

“I arranged this too,” Victoria beamed in her face. “It took a bit of work... I had to find a student in your class who was willing to help me... then I had to distract your professor long enough for my helper to swipe all the term-papers before she could read them. My helper changed the assignment they turned in... they copied many, many sections from your paper and wove them into theirs... but that makes it look like you were the copier. And since I had a chat with everyone looking into it, I think that understanding is going to be the one that wins the day. It’d save time if you just packed up and left now; you and I both know what the outcome of the inquiry is going to be next week. And once your gone, that’s how everyone here will you... the cheating whore who cheated with both people and grades. It’s a shame it all had to come to this. But I did warn you. You shouldn’t have spoken against me.”

Olivia took Victoria’s advice this time, and packed up her things, few though they were. She had enough money to buy herself a very poor used car... but as long as she moved her car around, she’d at least be able to live in it for a while, while she didn’t have anywhere else to go and had no money. The next week, the investigation reached the conclusion Victoria had anticipated it would, and she was officially kicked out of her college.

Time continued to . Olivia was in and out of living in her car for her first year and a half of being alone in the world, but when she turned twenty-one, she was able to get a crappy customer-service job, and use her employer as a reference to get a crappy apartment.

Then life went on the same way through the rest of Olivia’s early twenties. Living in the cramped little apartment with all its annoying quirks, driving the car that was on its last legs, and rotating between one crappy customer-service job after another. Something in her just shut off and she didn’t feel any of it very much.

At twenty-four, Olivia was working as a server in a restaurant and bar. One night, she saw a familiar face over at the bar: Victoria, with some strange woman. She made sure to switch around so she wouldn’t have to be the one serving Victoria, but every time she was serving food to others at the bar, or walking over or past that way, she found herself listening extra closely as she went by Victoria and her pretty date. Since everything that had happened to her in college, Olivia knew she had become more sharp-eyed... she was always taking careful note of everything going on around her, these days... some reaction to her past... as if being overly observant now would protect her from ever going through what she had, again... as if being this observant then would have made a difference... but tonight, her skills of observation actually gleaned some interesting information for her: Victoria was, by her own , anyway, the CEO of a candy-company.

After Olivia’s shift that night, she fact-checked Victoria once back at home and found out that Victoria was CEO of that candy-company. But she found out something that Victoria hadn’t told her date: Victoria was married to a completely unrelated woman, named Lexi... their engagement and wedding had received a few articles here and there in the press, Victoria was a public-figure.

Olivia filed away the information in her mind, though she knew she’d likely never be able to do anything with it. It reassured her to know, though, that Victoria was the same terrible person she’d always been: still sleeping with whoever she wanted, never caring who got hurt, while all the time everyone thought she was great and ired her. It helped Olivia to believe her own memories of her past experience, and helped Olivia to go on hating Victoria even after so many years. Victoria was still terrible; she wasn’t owed forgiveness. She had never grown or changed, she’d just gone on being terrible. So it didn’t prick Olivia’s conscience at all to keep hating her.

Some months later, when Olivia was carrying a garbage-bin out to the dumpster in the back-alley (because the Dishwasher was at work, but tired, and had offered her a bit of money to do this task for him), Olivia noticed something glittering on the pavement of the alleyway. It was a long chain, with a large medallion at the end of it that looked like an ornate coin with intricate engravings. Olivia set down the garbage-bin she’d already emptied, and crouched down, collecting the medallion off the pavement.

Standing again, she looked at the medallion as it sat in the grip of her hand. And then, outward from its very center, it began to glow teal. She felt... an odd kind of tingling in her legs. After a few minutes of this, she thought she might be standing two inches taller... thought she might have gone from five foot two to five foot four... but she wasn’t sure.

She put the medallion around her neck, and went back into the kitchen to get her money from the Dishwasher.

She frowned when she looked at him... if she was standing two inches taller, it seemed like he was standing two inches shorter... but maybe she was just imagining it.

She set the empty garbage-bin down beside her. “Alright, I took it out. Give me the chunk of money we agreed on.”

But the medallion began to glow again, and the Dishwasher’s eyes dropped to it. He was staring very intently at it, his expression growing blank. “I’m... not sure... you just did me a favor out of the goodness of your heart... that should... be enough for you...”

He stared at the medallion longer, though. “Yes...” he said. “Here...”

They’d agreed on $30 but he actually ed her $40. She took it from it, and left him behind her, hurrying back out to her tables and stuffing her medallion down her shirt as she did; reaching farther after that to stash her money in her bra.

She was back to looking presentable by the time she made it out onto the floor of the restaurant again, and she got on with her shift as normal. But her mind was on the medallion as she worked... a medallion which could seemingly... trade her physical qualities with someone else’s... and which could hypnotize... if it really did work the way she was thinking, it could be very useful. And it seemed like it had chosen her in some way; she had not begun to slip into a trance when she’d watched the teal glow, as the Dishwasher had...

A few weeks later, as she was scrolling at home one night after a shift, she saw that a position for a secretary had opened up at Victoria’s candy-company. And finally it seemed like many disparate things were coming together to cohere... her knowledge of Victoria’s CEO-position and Victoria’s nature... her ownership of the amulet...

She might just apply... with the help of her medallion, it probably wouldn’t be very hard to get all the way through the interview process. No one would question it because she’d tell them not to, and then tell them to forget she had told, but to and enact the behavior... then once she had the job, she’d have full access to Victoria... and with the help of the medallion, there, too... she could finally, finally get retribution on Victoria for what she’d done all those years ago...

Olivia tapped on the job-listing to find out what she’d need to do to get her application ready.

The front-door to the house opened, and Victoria hurried over to it. She arrived just in time to see Lexi stepping into the entryway, and shutting the door behind herself. Victoria stood, waiting, and felt a little embarrassed even about doing that. She was just standing here like she was something for her wife to discard or pick back up, pay attention to or ignore...

Lexi turned from the door once it was shut, and she did notice her. Victoria knew where Lexi had been, which made this worse. She knew her wife had been off cheating on her, and even knowing what her wife had been doing, she’d still been waiting attentively for her return, like she had no self-respect at all. She did deserve this, though... for a long time she’d been the one who’d put Lexi in this position. How many times had Lexi faithfully waited for her to come back from cheating on their marriage? Now she was just having her own turn doing the same thing... but Lexi would never wait for her that way again...

When Lexi was close enough, she kissed Victoria’s mouth. As their lips ed, their tongues flicked together, Victoria savored every part of the kiss.

And then her tongue happened to swipe along Lexi’s lower-lip. It had been under a sheen which hadn’t been a saliva-sheen, a sheen from before this kiss had started. Because this sheen... tasted like Mistress’ pussy-sheen. Victoria would have recognized the flavor anywhere.

It was always like this. In the three months which had ed since Lexi had become her new self, it had always been like this, and it was still like this even now. The days and weeks were the same, and Victoria had had this specific interaction over and over... kissing Lexi upon her return, only to taste Mistress’ flavor on her mouth.

Victoria had also had the specific experience of waiting for Lexi, over and over. Lexi was so often out of the house now, and though she never told Victoria where she was going (didn’t owe Victoria anything, not even basic information on her whereabouts), Victoria always knew she was going over to Olivia’s to visit and fuck. And when Victoria watched Lexi leave each time she always thought of when Lexi had used to watch her leave, each of the times she’d gone off to cheat. But she always thought of how different she was from Lexi when she considered that. Lexi had seen her leave each of those times and she had felt heartbreak. But when Victoria watched Lexi leave, even when she had watched Lexi leave earlier today, she only ever felt arousal. Knowing her wife was leaving to cheat on her did not break her heart; it just made her pussy flood. Which was shameful, not the right response to be having at all. When Lexi had been in Victoria’s position, she had had the right response: she’d been heartbroken and not turned on at all. But Victoria only got excited... then felt ashamed, then got even more excited over her shame. It just caused her so much pleasure every time Lexi left to betray their marriage.

It had made sense for Lexi to be heartbroken earlier maybe... even at that time, Lexi had been superior; it was only that neither one of them had realized it then. And so as someone superior, Lexi had instinctively sensed that it was wrong for her to be mistreated, wrong for feelings and wants to be dismissed. But the situation had been fixed, so the superior was out doing as she liked, and the inferior was at home, waiting, and pleasure-drenching herself from shame... of course the superior had been heartbroken at being forced into the inferior’s position, and of course the inferior, once in their rightful position, only thrilled at the humiliation inherent to it. Everything had been set right... so it was shameful for Victoria to pleasure at being disrespected this way, but it also made perfect sense, and was completely correct....

She kept kissing Lexi, and kept thinking. Each time Lexi left, Victoria did primarily feel that shameful pleasure... but there was some anguish mixed in. She did still feel jealousy... although sometimes she thought she was more jealous of the fact that Mistress was giving her time and attention to someone else, and less jealous of the fact that Lexi was. She was a little jealous that Lexi was... but she so wished Mistress would give her time and attention... and Mistress was giving all that to Lexi. But Lexi was still betraying their marriage, and even if she was doing that with Mistress, that still hurt. Her jealousy over Mistress’ attention wasn’t any easier to deal with when she was having to listen to Lexi describe what she and Mistress had done together. Lexi thought she was spending all her time with Olivia, but Victoria knew that was just a trick, and that Lexi was really spending all her time servicing and pleasing and being pleased by... Mistress. Victoria had... come to that realization one day, when it had been the right time for her mind to do it... she couldn’t now why or when that had happened, only that it had...

She was most jealous of Mistress’ attention and time, but she was still jealous of Lexi’s attention and time. When Lexi left, she always left Victoria by herself, and then the entire time Lexi was gone, Victoria couldn’t help but feel deeply lonely. She would think over and over of how her wife had abandoned her to go spend time with another woman. Then she would think again of when Lexi had been lonely for her, before they’d fixed the situation and gotten the superior in the superior’s position and the inferior in the inferior’s position... and Victoria’s loneliness would mix with her pleasure, intensifying her sense of humiliation... which would in turn further intensify her pleasure...

And then in the end she would just be sad, because aside from everything else, when Lexi wasn’t there, she wasn’t there to degrade, demean and humiliate Victoria. And when she wasn’t there, doing those things, then they just didn’t happen, because in Lexi’s absence, there was no one to do those things for her instead... since Victoria’s Mistress was more or less refusing to spend any time on her...

Everything was the same every time, and it had all been the same today too. She’d watched Lexi leave, thought of when she herself had been the one leaving in the situation; then she pleasured over her humiliation, felt lonely, pleasured more, felt sad. It had all happened the way it always did. The way it had yesterday, and the way it would again, tomorrow.

But as Victoria went on receiving Lexi’s kiss, she felt particularly sad. She didn’t want to have to do this all over again tomorrow if she didn’t have to.

Lexi was the one who broke off their kiss, but it provided Victoria with the opening she wanted. “You’ve been leaving to cheat on me a lot,” Victoria began, tentatively. “Basically every day of every week, and each time for hours on end. Maybe you could try cutting back, cheating on me a little less? Spending time around the house with me a little more? You could give me some attention instead, make sure I’m properly shamed and humiliated and mistreated the way I deserve to be.”

She’d made her request so earnestly that it actually felt painful now to await Lexi’s response.

“Cut back my cheating for a piece of trash like you?” Lexi snickered. “WHY would I EVER do that? It’s hilarious that you’d even ask me to do that... you’re ridiculous for even believing I might be willing to. And what are you going to do about it when I ignore your request now, huh? What can you even do? I’m the one in charge of everything so you just have to go along with what I like. And now, just because you asked me for this, I’m going to stay at Olivia’s twice as long, tomorrow.”

Victoria bristled. Lexi hadn’t bothered to cushion what she was saying at all, had said everything in the most hurtful way possible, and it had hurt Victoria’s heart. And the shame from that had turned her on. But her heart had been hurt, too.

“You’re a bitch, Lexi,” Victoria seethed, defensively.

Lexi laughed, dismissively... Victoria feared... it seemed now that Lexi was going to go on with the day and spend the entire time ignoring her...

Then it seemed this was exactly what was going to happen, because Lexi moved to leave her behind, walking past her to move further into the house. “Exactly right, Uggo,” she called back over her shoulder as she went. “I’m an eager cheating bitch! And you’re lucky I keep you around.”

The next morning, when Victoria woke up, she saw Lexi was already dressed to go. Lexi cast her a glance, saw she was awake, but said nothing to her. Embarrassing, but so arousing.

When Victoria watched Lexi leave the room, she knew where Lexi was going. She was going to go through the house and out the front-door to her car, and then she was going to drive to Mistress’ place... and spend twice as long with her, just like she’d threatened to...

Victoria knew Lexi was leaving to cheat on her. A flame’s lick of arousal sparked up in her... it was so humiliating and so good... to be disrespected this much... and Lexi in this situation had only been heartbroken, but Victoria felt aroused... they’d fixed the situation, the superior was in the superior’s position, the inferior in the inferior’s... but if only Mistress would give Victoria the time of day... she was jealous and lonely... if only Lexi would give her the time of day, spend some time humiliating and debasing her instead of just abandoning her... or ignoring her...

She heard the front-door close at a distance, and the ritual of watching Lexi leave was complete for another day. And now she found herself thinking of the previous afternoon and evening... in the end, Lexi had ignored her the entire time... so Victoria had just go on feeling pathetic and sad and lonely.

She was feeling that way again. She was lonely. She was lonely, because she was completely alone in the world, and she had no one, and she was never going to have anyone, because she was just an inferior and they never got to have nice things...

She had no one... but her secretary Olivia would always be there at the office... and Olivia was completely trustworthy, completely infallible. She should tell Olivia about her marital woes... she should tell Olivia about her pain. Olivia would give her advice, and then she would follow it, and that would make everything better...

She could depend on Olivia; could trust Olivia. Lately, she’d been a little erratic in her work-attendance, missing days here and there, or showing up late on others... and she had slept a little late today... but she didn’t want to miss work completely this time. She wanted to get up, get ready, and go in. Olivia would be there at the desk... and then she’d be able to pour everything out and tell her right away.

About a half an hour later, Victoria showed up at the office, and to her own office, specifically. As expected, Olivia was sitting at her desk, all though she hadn’t taken her coat off yet, so she had only beaten Victoria to the office by maybe five minutes, if that.

But Victoria didn’t care; Olivia was here, so she could tell her everything.

“Olivia, I hope this will be alright, but I really need to vent today.”

Olivia shrugged out of her coat, letting it fall to hang over the back of her chair. “Go ahead; it seems like a slow morning so far, so I’ve got time to listen.”

“My wife, Lexi, is cheating on me with... this other woman.” Why had she said other woman, and not Mistress? Olivia knew who Victoria’s Mistress was... Mistress had used her before... had control of her, too, had kept changing Olivia’s appearance so it would be identical to her own. She didn’t need to keep it a secret...

No, but Mistress might be carrying out other plans through Olivia currently... and she didn’t know exactly which understanding Mistress wanted Olivia to have... maybe Mistress had told Olivia to forget certain things, even forget about her. Victoria didn’t want to do anything to interfere with Mistress’ plans, or screw them up. That must have been why she’d chosen to keep it a secret. Yes, that sounded right to her.

“It really makes me feel lonely, and sad. I told her yesterday I wanted her to cut back— not even stop entirely, just cut back! But she laughed at me and told me there was no chance, and I... just don’t know what to do.”

Even just having said that to Olivia made Victoria feel a little better. And Olivia was watching her attentively, now... as if she was carefully thinking over what she’d just heard.

“I think I’m going to give you some advice, Victoria,” was what Olivia decided to say, after a few more seconds of silence. And Victoria’s heart lifted: yes, this was exactly what she’d hoped for— she wanted Olivia’s advice.

But Olivia gave her a cold smile as she went on speaking. “I’m going to advise you to do things... that won’t remotely help. But they’ll all make me happy... so they’ll be helping me. Your situation, however, will remain exactly the same... you’ll be in just as much pain...”

Victoria felt her cheeks burning... and her pussy was burning too, from the same cause but presenting the pleasure-half of the pleasure-shame combination instead of the shame-half... which her heart was presenting, and her cheeks were expressing... Olivia had just told Victoria that she intended to disrespect and mistreat her. But Olivia was also Victoria’s better, Olivia had hypnotic-authority over her, and Olivia’s judgement was always infallible. Olivia had decided this was the thing that ought to happen to Victoria now. She’d decided that this was the correct response for the current situation... so that meant she had to be right... and Olivia was her better, so it was important that Victoria make her happy... and following Olivia’s advice to ignore her problems would leave her miserable, but Olivia happy. So she should make Olivia happy.

“You’re a petty bitch to complain,” Olivia said, in cool mockery. She stood from her chair, so she was standing over Victoria. She was so much taller than her now, and Victoria was so short... Olivia was so much taller... because Mistress had arranged it, she just wanted Olivia to look exactly like her. “Only a petty bitch would complain. You’ve got a wife who’s many times better than you that you don’t even deserve. You should just be grateful she’s decided to stay married to you, and to show her your gratitude, you should only ever thank her for the treatment she gives you. And if the treatment she gives you is abandonment and infidelity, then you should thank her for that instead of complaining or asking her to change. She’s doing you a favor just by staying married to you.” Olivia set her hand to the top of Victoria’s head, rubbing it condescendingly in a way that made Victoria feel very small. “Lexi deserves much better than you, and you know it.”

She did know it; Lexi was so much better than her, because she was superior and Victoria was an inferior... and the mockery Olivia had just shown her had made Victoria even wetter than she’d been before. Her pussy was spasming inside her clothes, spasming over and over again... Olivia had put her in her place, treated her as a nobody like her deserved to be treated... it was just so scorchingly hot...

Olivia dropped her hand. “You shouldn’t have complained, but you did. Because you’re pathetic. You’re the most pathetically annoying woman I’ve ever seen.”

Victoria flinched at the insult (though between her thighs, she was flowing too); Olivia’s eyes watched her closely as she flinched. “Did hearing that make you feel bad? There’s something you can do that will make you feel better...”

Victoria hoped Olivia had meant that in the filthy sense... hoped Olivia would order her to offer sexual service. It wouldn’t be quite the same as servicing her Mistress, but Victoria had been receiving almost no sexual attention at all, lately. Receiving some from Olivia would be the second-best thing after receiving some from Mistress.

“You can transfer everything you own over to me,” Olivia finished; she hadn’t meant that in the filthy sense, then. Victoria was both disappointed and gratified; gratified because she’d been denied the thing she most wanted, and left frustrated, which was exactly the state an inferior like her ought to be in...

“I have the paperwork filled out already,” Olivia added. “I put it on your desk yesterday evening before I left for the night.”

That had been an indirect order, but Victoria felt a strong impulse to conform her behavior to it. She walked past Olivia’s desk and into her office, knowing that was the obedient thing to do. To her delight, she heard Olivia following after her. She heard the door shut behind Olivia, and by the time she was standing at her desk, looking down at the paperwork, Olivia had already caught up to her and was now standing at her side.

She looked over the documents; this was a transfer of assets. And the property Victoria owned was an asset... her majority ownership-stake in the company was an asset... all the different stocks she held in her portfolio were assets... and all of these things were listed in the documents. If Victoria signed where indicated, then the ownership of all Victoria’s assets, her house, her company, her many stocks... would all to Olivia, and they would all be Olivia’s assets...

There was also a separate sheet, which listed all the amounts of money Victoria had in her various bank-s; each of those s had so much money it, even now, that each one was practically an asset unto itself. And if she signed this sheet, the ownership of all those s would to Olivia as well... Victoria wouldn’t be an -holder for any of those s anymore, wouldn’t have access to any of that money... it would all be in Olivia’s possession, for Olivia to do with as she wanted... even Lexi wouldn’t be able to access that money... though maybe Mistress would instruct Olivia to share some of her money with Lexi now and then...

She looked more closely at some of the financial information on the paperwork; really, every necessary detail was present, information she’d never shared with Olivia before. It made her wonder if Lexi had been the one to give Olivia this information... she was on all the same s, after all, had shared ownership in everything... Mistress must have ordered Lexi to give the information to Olivia... Lexi never actually went and cheated with Olivia, she always went and cheated with Mistress but could never tell the difference, as Victoria could... Lexi must have been the source for all these details, and Mistress must have instructed her to be...

For a moment, Victoria wondered what would happen if all her property ed into Olivia’s possession; wondered what would happen if the house she and Lexi lived in because Olivia’s asset. Would Olivia allow them to continue living in it, or would she kick them out? Where would they live then? Victoria wouldn’t have bank-s of her own anymore, until she opened a new one with a different bank... and even then, unless Olivia decided to give her some money, she wouldn’t have anything to put in it... so she’d hardly be able to pay for housing somewhere else... maybe Olivia would let them go on living in their same house... but there was no way of knowing that for sure right now.

Olivia had said g everything over would make Victoria feel better... she thought that should be the next thing which happened... that would be the obedient response to offer, so the thing to do now was have...

...Victoria g the documents, watched her pen travel across each signature-line, leaving her signature behind on it. When she’d completed the last necessary signature, she straightened back upright, and turned to face Olivia.

“To reward you,” Olivia said, because of course she couldn’t give Victoria any greater helping of praise than just this indirect referencing, “for the rest of today, you’ll have a small orgasm each time my lips touch your body.”

Olivia crossed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Victoria’s. Victoria immediately came, but it was a small orgasm, one that just sent heat radiating through her... one that just felt like a partial stirring of her appetite... it wasn’t convulsing or quaking... but there was something delicious about it, nevertheless.

Olivia kept kissing her, finding her way past Victoria’s lips to twine their tongues together. She was the one driving forward, determining the way this kiss was going to go, and as Olivia went on, holding Victoria’s body still so she could place kisses upon it, there seemed to be more and more ion in what she was doing; her kisses grew more rapid, but more plentiful... and Olivia kissed her mouth from all angles, licking inside of it as far as she could, when she could...

Victoria did her best to meet Olivia’s ion with some of her own. She did have experience kissing... she’d never been good at sex or romance, she ed so many examples which would have backed that up... but she had always sincerely tried, and even if she hadn’t had inborn talent, she had worked hard to develop every skill she possibly could. Those skills were what she was falling back on now; she was moving her mouth in all the ways she ed she should from earlier practice. She moved her lips on Olivia’s in all the practiced ways... moved her tongue against Olivia’s in all the practiced ways... she brought their mouths to meet at this angle or that, in all the practiced ways.

She felt Olivia smile against her lips, and then pull back. “I’m the amazing kisser here, Victoria. You SUCK at kissing.”

That broke Victoria’s confidence, just shattered it. She hadn’t opened her eyes when Olivia had pulled back, so now she screwed them shut tighter. She was a bad kisser, a terrible kisser. She’d always been bad at sex and romance... and she guessed now she must always have been bad at kissing too... but she still had her skills. She had no natural talent and never had... but she had her skills, practical applied real experience, and she could still trust those. They were better than nothing; they made her better than she would have been otherwise. The remaining confidence she’d had in her kissing-abilities was gone. But the certainty she felt in her skills was still there; she held on to it.

“And you love the taste of my spit,” Olivia continued. “You love it so much; it’s the reason your kisses with me are better than all the kisses you’ve ever had with anyone else. So these kisses are enjoyable for you; less so for me. But I’ll take pity on you, and kiss you a few more times. Feel free to make your best showing, and impress me if you can. You can even grope my body while you try.”

Olivia’s lips were back against hers; another small orgasm greeted their arrival. It warmed its way through Victoria again, making her tremble but not shake.

Victoria made use of every skill she had; unlike before, Olivia was not the one driving this kiss forward. She was being more ive, allowing Victoria to make all the decisions, allowing Victoria to be the one who drove the action forward. And Victoria tried, kissing Olivia deeper and deeper, licking as far into her mouth as she could, suck at this spot on her lip, or that one...

She felt Olivia open her mouth, and instinctively pulled back. They were apart again, and this time Victoria actually opened her eyes. Olivia was holding her mouth partly open; Victoria could see her saliva pooling behind her lower set of teeth.

“You can see my spit sitting there,” Olivia said, in spite of its presence. “You want it so much... but it’s just there... and our mouths aren’t together right now, so you can’t reach it.”

Their mouths were still apart, but other parts of their body were making now instead. Olivia’s hands were on her, kneading her very large breasts... travelling over her... kneading her pathetically small ass... stroking and gripping and teasing along everywhere else she could reach, sometimes slipping under Victoria’s clothing, and sometimes not.

She ed Olivia’s invitation, though... the kisses she’d left on Olivia’s mouth hadn’t been impressive enough. She should leave kisses everywhere else, then... maybe those ones would be more impressive.

She took off Olivia’s blouse; Olivia permitted it. She took off Olivia’s skirt... Olivia permitted that too. Olivia hadn’t been wearing underneath... so Victoria would be able to kiss everywhere.

She didn’t try to kiss Victoria’s open mouth, just pressed a kiss to the corner of it. Then she kissed down to her chin, observing, “pleasantly-defined chin,” as she went past. The compliment had just come out of her; she’d felt the need to praise Olivia.

She kissed down Olivia’s throat, inhaling as she went along it. “Your scent is so pleasing here,” she said, again in ing, as she kept kissing her way down.

She kissed her way down the center of Olivia’s chest, then kissed across her breast to her nipple. She inhaled again, getting her scent even here. She sucked and nipped at Olivia’s breast a little, then sucked Olivia’s nipple into her mouth. She sucked it for a while, then released it and observed, in what was almost a hum of satisfaction, “so plump and full.” She kissed her way down Victoria’s stomach, then lingered at Olivia’s pussy. “I love your pussy-scent,” she felt obligated to confess... she breathed that scent in as deeply as she could. She kissed there longer than she’d kissed elsewhere, eager to inhale Olivia’s pussy-aroma as long as she could. She kissed, and breathed in... kissed, and breathed in. She lost track of how long she had been there, and still kept trying to steal one minute more, over and over, for many minutes in succession.

After what seemed to have been a long time, Olivia interrupted her. “Shift around behind me, and show my ass some of that sloppy love.”

A dig at her kisses... if she was experiencing them as “sloppy” then they still hadn’t been impressive enough, but this was another order for Victoria to follow, another way she could be obedient. She’d been on her knees already, since she’d been at Olivia’s pussy, but she knee-walked around Olivia until she was behind her, and behind her massive ass.

She started kissing it, kissing it lovingly, kissing it all over. Olivia’s skin was as smooth here as it was everywhere else... “your skin is always so smooth against my lips, and it always feels so good against them...” she complimented again. And Olivia’s natural scent clung to her here just like it did everywhere else; Victoria inhaled of it deeply, and went on kissing.

Eventually, she moved lower, kissing down the backs of Olivia’s legs. Then Olivia lifted first one foot, then the other, and Victoria kissed down the soles of her feet in succession.

Then Victoria shifted around to be in front of Olivia. She kissed up the tops of her feet, one foot then the other... then kissed up her legs, one foot and then the other... kissed her pussy again, and lingered there. She still sprinkled compliments as she went, and stole inhalations everywhere she could. Eventually she moved higher than Olivia’s pussy, kissed back up her stomach, back over her breasts, up her chest, up her throat. Up the sides of her face, over her mouth. And Olivia obliged her; she bent lower so Victoria could kiss even higher, up her nose, across her forehead... to the very top of her scalp.

She started to kiss back down Olivia again, down her scalp, down her forehead, down her nose. But Olivia stopped Victoria when she reached Olivia’s mouth.

“I’m going to sit in your chair now, and you are going to sit on my lap.”

A more direct order this time... she watched as Olivia seated herself in the desk-chair, fully naked. And Victoria was still dressed... Olivia was naked because she was superior and she was allowed to be naked right now. But Victoria was still dressed because she was an inferior, and she hadn’t been allowed the satisfaction of undressing, couldn’t have any kind of experience as nice as that... at least not right now...

Once Olivia was sitting, Victoria sat down on her lap as instructed. Then Olivia’s hands were on her breasts again, fisting in their flesh, and Olivia’s mouth trailed kisses across her face... to one ear, to blow at it cooly, then back across her entire face... to the other ear, to blow at that cooly...

She trailed kissed back to Victoria’s first ear, but didn’t blow in it. This time, she spoke. “When you were at college,” she said. “There was an Olivia Walker in the year below you. Wasn’t there?”

As soon as she spoke, she nipped at Victoria’s earlobe. Victoria jumped a little from the bite of playful pain.

Her mind was scrambling... she didn’t often think back on her college years anymore. They’d happened a long time ago, now... and some of her memories from that period were fuzzy anyway. An... Olivia Walker? Back then? That did sound... familiar...

“I think... there was...” Victoria said, squinting, though she wasn’t trying to look at anything. She was squinting at something she was trying to view inside herself... the memories still weren’t coming back all that clearly...

Olivia flicked Victoria’s earlobe with her tongue, this time. “And what happened when you and Olivia Walker crossed paths?”

Victoria squinted harder... Olivia’s hands were still squeezing, and Olivia’s mouth was trailing kisses along her jaw now... but she was trying to ...

Oh, she did ! It had fallen into place with a quick shift. “Her girlfriend cheated with me,” she recalled. “I told her not to make it into an issue, but she didn’t listen. When she started telling people I was the one who’d helped her girlfriend cheat, I felt she was threatening my reputation. So I ruined hers... she was kicked out of the school, in the end.”

She hadn’t thought of it all in so long.

Olivia had ended up back at her ear; she nipped her earlobe again. “What’s my full name, Victoria?”

“Olivia... Walker...”

The next inhalation Victoria drew sounded more like a gasp.

“Yes,” Olivia said, with a half-chuckle. “I’m that Olivia Walker. And I’m your Mistress, too. Your Mistress and I are one in the same. I grant your mind permission to understand that now.”

So... the reason Olivia’s body had kept changing... had had the attributes her own body had kept losing... and Mistress had never had to use Olivia or do anything to her... because it had always been just one person, pursuing their own goals...

“But if you’re my Mistress,” Victoria said, as Olivia nibbled a little at her cheek. “Then where is Lexi right now?”

“At my house,” Olivia answered. “Sometimes when she comes over, I do fuck her. But sometimes, I just tell her to fall through my control until I tell her stop. And she does, masturbates as she does... then I’m free to leave her there until I want to go back and deal with her.”

“You’re my... Mistress...” Victoria echoed. Her mind had shifted itself around, all memories had been made to agree... she hadn’t been dealing with two distinct people, just with the same woman all the time...

“Yes,” Olivia said, drawing back to sit centered in the chair and look at Victoria. She was looking at Victoria quite intensely. “The pathetic girl you destroyed, whose life and reputation you ruined, is your Mistress now. You treated me like I was so far below you, did everything you could to break me down, but now I’ve broken you down. I’ve taken your money, I’ve taken all your assets, and I’ve even taken your wife. You thought you were so much better than me, back then, but who’s the one who really turned out to be better in the end? You came out on top back in the day, but I’ve come out on top once and for all. I have broken you down now, and I’ve taken everything you had, just as you once did to me. There’s nothing you can do; I’ve trapped you in a miserable situation, like the one you trapped me in. There’s nowhere you can go, and nothing you can do, no way you can ever escape the control I have over you, over your life, and everything in it.”

Oh, it was true! And this was the most humiliated that she’d ever felt... it would have been one thing if she’d just though Olivia was any random woman in the world who’d taken control of her. But it was worse, knowing that she had once had Olivia underheel. It was worse knowing Olivia had reversed things, and put her underheel instead. She’d ground Olivia into dirt, down to nothing... and Olivia had bided her time... but she had finally returned the favor. Now Victoria felt like she was the one who had been ground into dirt, and down to nothing. And everything that had once been hers was now Olivia’s, all her assets, all her real-estate, all her wealth. She’d signed it all away... and she had seduced her wife on Olivia’s behalf and given her away, too. She had nothing left; she was now completely trapped and owned by Olivia.

And all she could do was love Olivia for that.

Olivia smiled; she must have seen the love in Victoria’s eyes.

“Yes,” she said, stroking along Victoria’s cheek with her hand. “You’re my pathetic pet-slut; I own you now. And I think I deserve a reward for all of my hard-work; it’s taken a lot of effort to get things to this point. So get down on your knees and give me my reward; eat my pussy out until I cum.”

It was still an order; she still wanted to obey. Felt now she had to obey, because that time Olivia had commanded her with all the authority Victoria had once only seen in her “Mistress.” But she understood who she was obeying this time, as she did it. She got down on her knees, still fully dressed, moving her face to Olivia’s pussy, and understood she was at the pussy of a woman who had once run crying from her girlfriend’s dorm-room... and who’d once been kicked out of college...

She pressed her lips to Olivia’s pussy, then, beginning to kiss and lick and suck. She kept eating of her, getting more aroused as she did.

When she’d ruined Olivia all those years ago... she’d wrongly put a better of hers in the inferior-position. That had been all backward, and turned-around... but finally Olivia had fixed it... she was superior over Victoria as she deserved to be, and Victoria was inferior under her, as she deserved to be...

She licked Olivia’s pussy again. She loved her, and everything was in its proper place.