The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The massive grounds of the estate were beyond belief. The brightness of the manicured green fields surrounding them seemed incongruous with the grayness of the southern English skies. Aletha couldn’t shake a dull sense of guilt at the excess of it all. Her family’s old home in Cuba could’ve fit between the front gate and the main entrance seven times, at least.

She turned to Jenn, who was studying thick script lined with multicolor tabs. “What is this place?” She asked, her accent light on the end of her words.

“It’s a private retreat,” replied Jenn,

“And why did you invite me here? I’m grateful, of course, I only mean—“

“I come around every once in a while. It helps with my focus.”

“I only mean, why me?”

Jenn looked up from her pages. “I was brought here at the start of my career, and it’s only right to pay it forward.”

Aletha frowned. It didn’t really answer her question, but her co-star must’ve gone to some trouble booking a private retreat, and she wanted to be appreciative.

“Should we run lines later?”

“Yeah, we’ll have time over the weekend, but don’t forget we’re here to relax”.

The gravel beneath the wheels popped dully as the spotless black vehicle finally rolled to a stop by the great entryway. A few house staff awaited the arrival, and one strode over to pull open the door. Aletha thanked the driver and stepped out onto the path, marveling at the size of the facade. She was followed by Jenn, who brushed her shoulder fondly as she passed toward the door. Before Aletha could think of retrieving her luggage from the back, two servants were already carrying the bags inside.

As Aletha followed Jenn across the threshold, she was surprised to see a foyer that was less an ostentatious palace, and more a modern museum. Fine art pieces, sculptures, impressionist paintings, and more lined the walls and occupied the area surrounding a grand staircase, at the foot of which stood a man and woman. He was tall, lean, and sturdy, with black hair and a handsome face of trimmed stubble. His effortlessly refined demeanor put Aletha in mind of a king or diplomat. His wife—she was standing too close to be anything else—was lithe, had red hair curled into a bun at the top of her head, and smiled warmly at the arrivals. They were both gorgeous, Aletha thought.

“Ms. Alwyn,” he greeted, as Jenn approached. They exchanged kisses on the cheeks. “Such a blessing to see you again. Congratulations on your recent awards.”

“You were so good! Absolutely broke my heart,” said the lady, greeting Jenn the same way. Her voice was light, musical, and had an unmistakable Irish lilt.

“Thank you,” dismissed Jenn, “but the script gave me everything. It’s nice to see you guys.”

Yan chuckled softly. “Humility is never out of fashion.” They turned to Aletha. “Welcome,” said he, extending a hand, “My name is Yan Helos, this is my wife Cara”. Aletha took his hand in hers, and he bent to kiss it.

“Pleasure to meet you”, said Cara, extending her own for a gentle handshake.

“Thank you so much for welcoming me, Mister and Misses Helos. This is your home?”

“I’m embarrassed to say it is, Miss….”

“Ortiz. Aletha Ortiz.”

“Yes, another actress, as I understand it.”

“She’s fucking great”, Jenn cut in.

Aletha flushed, “Oh…I don’t—“

“She’s in the show we’re starting Monday—the Rogue Quadrant sequel. Everyone’s gonna love her.”

“Well, not as much as they love the leading lady…”

“They’ve seen me before. You’re new. You’re the badass rebel leader. You get that big monologue when you sacrifice yourself,” she turned to the couple, “You didn’t hear that from me.”

“Oh very nice, thanks for that spoiler,” said Cara, dryly.

Aletha couldn’t imagine violating an NDA like that, but no one seemed to be worried.

Yan chuckled “You two must be exhausted from the journey. Please, let our staff show you to your rooms and we’ll meet again at dinner”.

Despite the temptation to explore, Aletha spent the afternoon reviewing her script and taking character notes. She found it hard to stay focused, frequently distracting herself with an unwelcome thought along the lines of, ‘If I can do this’. She imagined many ways she might play the part wrong, and struggled to make much progress before noticing the light had vanished and dinner was beginning in twenty minutes.

One hurried shower later, Aletha was hustling to the dining room, adorned in her evening dress and hoping not to get lost. Striding past various abstract sculptures and paintings, she couldn’t help but wonder, what was this place anyway? What kind of person had a collection like- was that a Rothko? Yes, a placard on the wall confirmed it. She’d been primed to expect some sort of resort or spa, and was flattered Jenn Alwyn of all people had thought to invite her along, but it seemed strange not to mention if they were just visiting some friends with an impressive art collection.

Eventually she found her way to the correct room.

“Good evening, Ms Ortiz,” said Yan, “Fear not, the food is still on the way. We were discussing Jennifer’s earlier work.”

“Yeah, come change the subject.” said Jenn, half jokingly.

Aletha joined them at the head of the table.

“Your house is wonderful.” she said earnestly, “Do you usually offer private retreats?”

“You might call it that,” he answered, “but it’s nothing so formal. We often invite friends to spend a few days to recuperate from the stress of their lives.”

“When they’re not too busy,” added Cara, with a look to Jenn “Some of our friends don’t come ’round as often as we’d like.”

“But then you’d never have time to miss me,” she returned.

“This new production, Ms. Ortiz, it’s your biggest yet, as I understand it,” he inquired.

“Oh, yes,” she replied, modestly, “I was in tears when I got the call.”

“I always like to learn from new friends why they choose their paths. May I ask what made you pursue acting?”

“Booooo,” interrupted Jenn. Cara laughed.

“I grant it’s not the most original question, but it will be asked in countless interviews ahead. You may as well have an answer.”

“I…don’t really know,” she admitted, “I started doing it in school and loved it. I love how happy it makes people,”

“Ah, but there are many careers that make others happy. There must be something unique about acting for you devote yourself to it. There’s the red carpet, the glamour, the compensation…”

A defensive flash of anger bubbled up…but she caught it before it could surface. It was too obvious a test. “I’m sure I don’t need to explain the act of creation to someone like you.”

She thought she saw something unlock in his gaze. “Someone with a collection like yours. Is that what you do for a living? Selling art?”

“You’re on the right track. I organize installations and broker deals between museums and private collectors, allowing individuals to possess masterpieces. But crucially, the reverse as well”.

“The reverse?”

“Some collectors feel the need to…possess forever. It’s an understandable impulse, but one that we feel isn’t in harmony with the world.” he smiled at his wife.

“Are you an art dealer too, Mrs. Helos?”

“No,” she replied, “More a therapist. Psychology, and the like.”

“She helps with business in ways she can,” added Yan, “And always with a shared purpose.”

“What purpose is that?”

“We believe beauty can only be appreciated when it’s shared.”

BONK, went something on the table, turning their heads.

Jenn had accidentally dropped a decanter of wine after filling her glass. “Don’t look at me,” she said, taking a sip, “I’m just in it for the money”.

After a pleasant, if stiff discussion over dinner, Yan was called away on some business but suggested the two starlets enjoy a massage, courtesy of Mrs. Helos. Jenn jumped at the chance, and Aletha thought it’d be impolite to refuse. It turned out Cara was also a licensed masseuse and had something of an informal studio set up for the purpose, complete with massage tables and pleasant ambient lighting. A few hours after eating, Aletha and Jenn entered the studio together, wrapped in fluffy white bathrobes.

“Ready to go?” asked Cara, “It won’t take long. Lie down whenever you’re ready.”

Jenn lowered her robe off her shoulders, exposing her breasts and midriff with an ease that caught Aletha off guard. Her figure was natural, but still finely toned, with a distinct muscular edge. Like Aletha, she’d clearly been spending time at the gym to prepare for the shoot. Unconcerned with her co-star’s surprise, Jenn hoisted herself onto the table and went prone on her stomach.

Aletha wasn’t prudish—she’d done a nude scene before. Yet something about being in the presence of these beautiful women made her feel skittish, or in some way unworthy. She wondered if it was more to do with her, or more to do with-

“I promise I won’t bite,” offered Cara.

A thought flashed before Aletha- an image of what Cara might look like under one of these bathrobes. To move past it, she untied the strap around her waist and went prone on her own table, uncovering her back once she was fully situated.

“New guests get the honor, so I’ll start with Aletha.” the lady said as she approached. Aletha heard a grunt of disappointment from the other table.

“I’ll start with your neck and move down from there. Are you ready?”

She nodded. Cara’s hands pressed between her shoulder blades and the base of her neck. Her hands, neither too warm nor cold, were like silk. An unprepared Aletha completely failed to stifle a moan as she felt a knot of tension immediately evaporate.

“Look at you with all this tension,” said Cara. The voice seemed to tickle the back of her neck.“You must never do anything besides worry.”

“Sorry…”

“Nothing to be sorry for. Where’d you say you were from again?”

“Santa Cruz del Norte…it’s east of Havana.”

“I’ve never been, it must be lovely,”

“It’s beautiful…it’s right along the water…”

“Ohhhh…I just love the ocean…I think it’s so relaxing,”

“It is…”

“Do you ever go to the beach just to relax?”

“There was a beach my friends and I knew about…no one else…”

“Ooh, that must’ve been heaven, your own private beach.”

“Yeah…”

“I can only imagine what that’s like, having a place so safe and relaxing.”

“Yeah…”

“I’d just love to lay there for hours and listen to the ocean. I’d feel so calm, so safe.”

“Mmmhmm”

“The rhythm of the water, and the sounds of the island…”

“Mmmmm”

“And all the stress fading away…like it was never there…”

“Mmm”

“The sand on your feet…the sun on your skin…so peaceful…you can see it in your mind…”

“Mm…”

“The waves rolling forward and back. All the tension sinking out of your body…sinking into the sand as the waves roll forward…and back….forward…and back…feeling so relaxed…as the waves roll forward….and back…forward….and back…”

The sun was bright, and the water was a clear shimmering blue. The fine sand was soft between her toes as she stepped toward the lapping surf, in her favorite blue one-piece bathing suit. She inhaled the familiar air. It was more beautiful than she even remembered. The water was somehow clearer, the sand even finer, the soft crash of the waves more soothing. Any worry or stress seemed to leak away as naturally as the warmth from her skin.

After a moment of feeling at peace, she noticed a cluster of multicolor umbrellas a few dozen feet away. She approached, pleasantly curious which of her friends she’d find there. Stepping around around the largest umbrella, she discovered her friend Jenn sunbathing in the gentle breeze, wearing a jet black monokini that clung tightly around her curves. She smiled up at Aletha, who was happy to see Jenn was enjoying this place as much as her.

And a few feet from Jenn, she noticed her new friends, Yan and Cara. He wore simple gray trunks and white undershirt, and she wore a precisely cut suit the same as Aletha’s, but deep red. Cara waved and Yan nodded warmly, and she was happy to see them. He beckoned her to an empty towel at his side, and Aletha stepped around to join them.

The waves rushed soothingly in the back of her mind, and the high sun shone through the parasols in a dazzling multicolor array. A serene warmth flowed through Aletha in rhythm with the water. She put her hand on Yan’s sturdy arm, and he let her massage it briefly. Then he reached out to her, and gently ran his hand down from behind her ear and down her cheek and down to her chin, making her heart melt. Cara reached over, her soft hands making a similar motion down the other side of Aletha’s head. It made her feel so special. She felt so close to them, so warm, so safe.

The couple turned to each other, and kissed, slowly, lovingly. Jenn rose on hands and knees to crawl closer. Cara turned and the two women kissed deeply. They broke away, and Jenn leaned seductively to do the same for Yan. Her friends were so close with each other in this perfect place. The kiss ended, and the three looked longingly, expectantly at Aletha, who felt butterflies rise within her.

She opened her eyes, still stomach down on the table. Jenn was already sitting up, refastening her robe. Cara was gently poking her shoulder.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry—” she pushed herself up and grasped for her robe, pulling it back over one shoulder. She noticed, with a sinking feeling, a wetness between her legs.

“There’s no need, it’s perfectly normal”, Cara insisted, “I can tell you weren’t bored.”

A chill ran down her. “What?!”

“It’s totally normal to fall asleep. I’m not offended.”

“I…yes”, Aletha quickly retied her robe, stumbling off the table, “I missed the whole thing.”

“Nothing to worry about, it’ll do you a world of good. I promise.”

Cara walked Aletha to her room, chatting botany with a patient Jenn. Aletha didn’t say anything until they reached her room, and went to bed wondering what had gotten into her. It had been a while, but she couldn’t believe she’d have a dream like that about some people she’d only just met. As she drifted off, she still felt the hands pressing into and rolling down her back, and the warm sand on her feet.

A note at the breakfast table explained that Yan and Cara were occupied supervising some art transaction, but invited the guests to make themselves fully at home. There really wasn’t really anything to do after breakfast besides explore the grounds. It turned out to be fairly restrained as far as mansions went. True, it was equipped with a private gym, an indoor heated pool, and perhaps a few more rooms dedicated to artworks than was necessary, but it became clear most of the property was given over to nature. The green courtyard that had stricken Aletha the day before was surpassed by the stunning back garden of cultivated trees and rare flowers, which she spent the better part of the morning exploring. Aletha had never been to a a home as nice as this one, but she knew of excessive mansions filled with dozens of empty bedrooms, bathrooms, drawing rooms, game rooms, lounges, etcetera. In comparison, she found this home relatively unpretentious.

Jenn was busy on the phone all morning, dealing with pre-production for some project she was producing, but she made time in the afternoon to run through some scenes with Aletha. Even in such an informal reading, Aletha was impressed by how fully Jenn could drop into character and back. Jenn also had Aletha reorient her performance on every attempt, playing through an unfamiliar emotion every time, and stressed the importance of not getting used to performing the lines in only one way. “You need to be able to be anything,” she’d said, “and then you can be the right thing.”

They adjourned to prepare for dinner and reconvened outside the dining room. Entering together, they joined the man and lady of the house, looking resplendent, if a little worn down by the day. Aletha had a hard time meeting their gaze at first, but was able to warm up as the meal went on. She brought up the Rothko, and Yan confirmed it was genuine. It, like most of the pieces on the premises, was loaned to him on a rotational basis. “Some of them would fetch a higher price at auction than this house.” he laughed.

“It’s strange to be surrounded by the work of people so gifted,” Aletha said matter-of-factly, “It’s just so beyond the reach of people like us.”

“I wonder why you say that,” Yan remarked, “Even the greatest among them were human. Their talents are inspiring, but nothing more than the synthesis of study, focus, and will.”

“Well, technically, of course” she clarified, “But they also have a perspective that raises their work.”

“And who’s to say you don’t as well?” he queried.

“Oh,” she laughed, uncomfortably, “I don’t know about that. I just do my best. I don’t want to compare myself to any expert.” she glanced at Jenn at the final word.

Jenn made an exaggerated jerking off motion with one hand, sending Cara into a giggling fit.

“Every great artist is simply a person who ‘just did their best’. It’s the world beyond them that imagines their value.”

“Well, maybe someday,” she said unconvincingly, taking a sip of wine.

He regarded her. After a pause, he said, “Aletha, I wonder if you’d indulge us in a game after dinner.”

They entered the sitting room. A long black couch sat against the wall, a perpendicular love seat wrapping an ebony coffee table. Aletha chose a spot at the end of the couch, while Jenn took the love seat. Yan sat down in an armchair across from Aletha.

“So, how do you play?” she asked.

“It’s a test of focus,” he said. “Whoever demonstrates the best focus is the winner.”

Cara approached her, “Aletha, first, you take a deep breath, then exhale.” She filled her lungs and released. “And again, in…and out.”

She produced a long, polished black chain with some pearlescent gem on the end. “And now I’d like you to focus on this.” She unfurled it before Aletha.

“Just the stone?” Aletha asked, a bit stupidly, the light catching her eyes.

“Breathe deeply.”

Aletha breathed. The gem started to travel in an arc.

“D’you see how the colours are changing? Isn’t it pretty?” went Cara, her voice barely above a whisper. The way the colors shifted as light angled across the surface was dazzling, and the voice sent gentle chills down the back of Aletha’s neck.

“Yes, I see…”

“Just keep your eye on it then…focus as much as you can...”

The stone rotated the tiniest bit as it traveled, making the gradients of color seem to fold into each other unpredictably.

“Focus as it goes forward and back……forward and back…” Aletha’s breathing grew deep and rhythmic, the frisson down her neck evoking a gentle massage.

“You’re a natural…look deeper if you can…forward and back…”

A serene full bodied comfort was fading up within her. The eyes followed obediently.

“Forward and back…forward and back…

The world behind the colors was fading, the musical voice clear and loving.

“Doing so well…now, I want you to imagine….the gravity is slowly increasing. Everything is becoming heavier and heavier.”

Aletha felt herself sink into the couch a little more.

“Sinking into the floor, heavier and heavier…and so heavy you’re completely weighed down...you can’t move…”

She had a dim impulse to twitch her limbs, but they wouldn’t answer. Only her pupils were free to follow the swinging path.

“But now there’s a shadow moving towards you…when it touches you, all the weight holding you down will suddenly vanish. It’s at the tip of your toes now, and moves slowly over your feet..and now rising up your legs…over your thighs…over your navel and the tips of your fingers…over your chest…up your arms to your shoulders…over your neck…over your face….all the way to the top of your head and the all the weight is gone. You’re floating.”

Aletha swayed, her glassy eyes immovable from the precious object…

“Floating in the air…you feel more relaxed than you’ve ever been before.”

A dreamy smile spread across her face…

“It feels so, so good…so peaceful that your eyes are getting heavy.”

Her eyelids fluttered…

“So heavy…as I count down from five, your eyes will be heavier and heavier, you’ll relax more and more…and when I reach zero you’ll fall asleep…the deepest sleep you’ve ever had, but always able to hear my voice…Five…”

She wanted the colors, but her eyes were hard to keep open…

“Four…”

Her swaying became less predictable…

“Three…”

Her breathing slowed even more…

“Two…”

A fog was clouding over…

“One…”

Her eyelids met…

“Zero.”

She fell limply to the couch, her breast rising and falling as she surrendered.

“Aletha, you hear only my voice and Yan’s voice. You must listen to the words carefully. The more you listen, the more relaxed you feel, and the more you relax, the easier it is to listen. If you understand, say ‘I understand’.”

“…I understand,” she responded.

Yan rose from his armchair and approached sleeping starlet. He gave his wife a fond squeeze on the arm as she proceeded to Jenn, waiting on the loveseat. Cara gently brushed hair away from Jenn’s eye, then leveled the pendant and began to swing.

“Listen to me Aletha,” said Yan, taking his wife’s place, “Our words guide you, and you must follow the directions we give to you. If you understand a direction, you may respond ‘Yes’ and follow it. Will you follow directions?’

“Yes…”

“You obey us, and that makes me your master, and she your mistress. You will now address us as such.”

“Yes Master…”

“Whenever you hear us use the phrase ‘awaken morning’, you will awake from your sleep, but you will still follow our directions. If you are awake and hear the phrase ‘surrender dream’, you will instantly fall back into this deep sleep. Repeat my instructions as you understand them.”

“Yes Master….when you say ‘awaken morning’, I will wake and obey you… When you say ‘surrender dream’ I will sleep and obey you…”

“Good girl. When you are awake, you needn’t address us as ‘master’ or ‘mistress’ unless you hear the phrase ‘address me fully’.”

“Yes Master…”

“Awaken morning.”

Aletha’s eyes opened, and she sat upright, dazed, but comfortable. “Oh, did something happen?”

“As I hoped, you’re an excellent subject, Aletha”.

“What happened?”

“Nothing yet.”

“Nothing yet?

She noticed behind Yan, a glassy eyed and helpless Jenn, swaying with the motion of a pendant held by a sweetly whispering Cara.

“What’s happening to her?”

“The same thing that happened to you.”

“Happened to me? What’s wrong with her?”

“There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Jenn what are you doing!?”

“Lower your voice.”

“Lower my voice?” But she noticed she’d done just that. “What have you done to me?”

“We’ve given you a gift”

“A gift?”

“The greatest gift we can offer.”

“I don’t think I want it.”

“You don’t know what it is yet.”

“Whatever it is, I don’t want it.”

“You don’t believe that.”

“Excuse me?”

“If you did, you’d already be leaving. The door is right there.”

Her eyes widened. After a pause, she lifted herself off the couch.

“Sit back down.”

She fell back down.

“Mr. Helos, you can’t—“

“You may address me fully,”

“Yes Master,” her eyes widened at her own words. “What the fuck?”

“Listen to me now, Aletha and answer my questions truthfully.”

Her nervous eyes locked onto his, “Yes, Master.”

“You’re in a situation you don’t fully understand. I will explain. If you truly want to leave once I finish, we’ll summon a car that will take you anywhere you would like to go. Is that agreeable?”

“…yes.”

“We’ve hypnotized you to provide what you require most. Do you know what that is?”

“No.”

“Tell me, Aletha, why are you here?”

“Jenn invited me.”

“Of course, but what made you accept?”

“I wanted to spend time with her.”

“To learn from her?”

“Yes.”

“And what did you need to learn from her?”

“How to be…good enough.”

“Are you not good enough?”

“No…”

“…It saddens me that you believe that. But this is the purpose of our gift. You’d like to know what it is?”

“Yes.”

“The gift of pure obedience.”

Her eyes widened.

“Did you enjoy being hypnotized, Aletha?”

“Y- Yes.”

“And do you find me and my wife attractive?”

“…yes”

“Did you enjoy your dream last night?”

“…yes.”

“You wish it had continued?”

“…yes.”

“Do you like when I tell you what to do?

“………y-yes.”

“Kneel.”

“Yes Master.”

She fell out of her seat to kneel on the floor. He softly took her chin and lifted her face until her eyes met his.

“Tell the truth. Did you enjoy that?”

“I…don’t know.”

“I’d like you to obey my every command from now on, Aletha. I want you to commit to being my slave. Is that something you’d enjoy?”

“I don’t know….”

“I think I do. If this is something you truly do not desire, by my command, you will not fall asleep when I say the following phrase. Surrender dream.”

Aletha gasped. A few moments passed as the words washed over her…staring up at him..then the eyes drooped. Her head sagged forward, and she surrendered again.

“Aletha, please get undressed.”

“Yes Master.”

She stood and unzipped the evening dress, removing the shoulder straps and letting it fall to the floor. She unhooked her bra and slid out of the panties, until everything lay at her feet. She stood there dreamily, breasts hanging free, her clean-shaven snatch and curves on full display.

“You look divine, Aletha.”

“Mm…”

“You enjoyed that, did you?”

“Yes Master.”

“Well, you know what to say when something is appreciated, don’t you?”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Clever girl. Open your eyes and follow me.”

He led her across the room to the door, passing Jenn, who was sliding off her own underwear, at the beck and call of her Mistress.

Yan entered the master bedroom—a roomy layout with a double king size bed draped with spotless white sheets. Aletha followed dazedly, then Cara folding her black pendant, and a dreamy, fully nude Jenn.

“Stand side by side.” he ordered. The naked starlets stood at attention together. “Find your most alluring pose then freeze in time, and do not move until specifically instructed.”

Jenn bent seductively at the waist with her head raised and cupped her breast in her hand. Aletha put her arms behind her head and thrust her chest out, her legs spread in a half squat. Then they froze.

“Awaken morning.”

The starlets awoke, frozen in their seductive poses, looking at the room around them.

“What is this?” spoke Aletha, shocked.

“The statue game, it’s fun,” said Jenn, amused.

“Jenn, do you know what’s happening to us?”

“Yeah, and so do you. Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“You’re not good at hiding it, love,” said Cara, rubbing a hand over Aletha’s chest.

“Mrs. Helos- “

“Address me fully, please.”

“Mistress…this isn’t right.”

Even as she said it, she was betrayed by of the firmness of her nipples…the growing sensation in her cunt. A warm thrill pulsed through her body as Mistress’ hand traveled further down…

“I have the right to stop this!” she moaned.

Cara gently removed her hand and took a step back to Yan’s side.

He directed his gaze to her eyes. “You’re exactly right, Aletha. So tell the truth. Do you want this to stop?”

“Y—….. I…. I don’t know….”

“Commit yourself to a decision. Do you want this to stop?”

“I don’t…. I don’t…want…to stop.”

“Do you want this to stop?”

“I don’t want to stop.”

“Kneel.”

They unfroze and dropped to their knees before Master and Mistress.

“Surrender dream.”

Their heads fell limply to their chests.

“Listen closely, and repeat the following four phrases. ‘You are my master and mistress. I love to obey your every word. Your happiness is my happiness. I forever commit to be your loving, obedient slave’.”

“You are my master and mistress. I love to obey your every word. Your happiness is my happiness. I forever commit to be your loving, obedient slave.” recited the two in unison.

Cara began to slip off her evening wear, and Yan unbuttoned his dinner jacket.

“What you’ve just said is the truth. Repeat it five times, and each time you do, you will know it to be truer than the last.”

Five more times they recited as the couple undressed. Soon, a naked Cara Helos, with her supple form and red patch on display, was circling the conditioned slaves. Yan stood commandingly before the pair, fully erect member waiting. “Awaken morning.”

The starlets opened their eyes, and raised their heads to the dominant pair.

“Master! Mistress!” Aletha gasped. “What can I do to make you happy?”

“Prove your love to us, Aletha.”

Aletha’s eyes opened. The sunlight streamed into the master bedroom, the birdsong gentle over of the quiet countryside. She was naked beside her fellow slave Jenn, who was being spooned by her still sleeping Mistress. Master was nowhere to be found. Aletha lay quietly for a time, watching the light play off the walls. When Mistress awoke, she had them put on clothes and follow her down to the kitchen.

With the house staff sent home for the weekend, Master had taken it upon himself to prepare breakfast for the four of them. Though a man of many talents, he was clearly out of practice preparing his own meals. The yolks of the eggs had broken in the pan, and the pancakes were dry and dense. Still, the noble effort amused his wife, and Aletha was grateful that her Master had been so thoughtful.

The four took a walk in the sunny backyard, Jenn arm-in-arm with Mistress, Aletha and Master following behind. As he had expertise of the art inside the house, she was the curator of this garden, cheerily describing the origins of especially vivid plants and their purpose in the ecosystem. Aletha noticed that Mistress liked to answer questions, and tried to ask ones with complicated answers whenever possible. “Aletha,” she said, eventually, “Are you really interested in selective cross-pollination, or do you just want me to keep talking?”

“The second one, Maestra.”

In the afternoon, the starlets fetched their swimwear and joined their lovers at the pool. Aletha thought she recognized Jenn’s tasseled bikini from one of her secret agent films. The three ladies floated freely in the clear water, embracing and kissing slowly as Master enjoyed the view from a lounge chair. A short time later, Aletha sat with her owners in the hot tub, massaging Mistress’ shoulders.

“Master,” she inquired, “How did you know I was so susceptible?”

“We didn’t, my dear,” he replied, “We found out with you.”

“It’s the mark of powerful imagination, love,” added Mistress.

The door opened and Jenn entered, laden with a tray of drinks.

“Will you keep me forever?” asked Aletha, sheepishly.

He grinned. “Would you like that?”

“More than anything, Master!”

The dominant couple exchanged a look, then regarded her with a smile.

“We’re going to have so much fun with you.”

She absolutely glowed.

When it came time for dinner, under Mistress’ directions, the four prepared a fine meal of braised salmon and vegetables. After dining and tidying up, Aletha and Jenn were instructed to shower, then report to the master bedroom. The two entered and stood at attention before Master and Mistress, seated on the bed in their underclothes. Aletha, wearing a tank top and panties, was slightly jealous of the artful négligée Jenn had brought for the occasion.

“Surrender dream.”

The heads drooped.

“When I snap my fingers, you will awaken and become someone new. Aletha, you are a highly trained spy trying to extract classified information from your lover and target, Jennifer. The only way to obtain it is through seduction. Jennifer will try and fail to resist. When you hear the word ‘reversal’, you will switch roles.”

SNAP

The two awoke, and their eyes met. Jenn shrunk nervously, and Aletha advanced. “Did you miss me?”

“You shouldn’t be here…” said Jenn, taking a step back.

“You can trust me,” she purred, approaching the ingénue. “I want to help you, gatita…”

“You can’t…. I’ll be in trouble…”

“No trouble, gatita, I would never lie to you…” she gently brushed the hair from Jenn’s face. “Please let us be together….”

“I can’t- “

“Don’t talk, gatita. I know you, I know who you really are…” she draped her arms over her shoulders and engaged her face to face. “I know what you need more than anyone else.” She began undoing the strap of the négligée.

“Leave…” said Jenn, weakly…

“Let me make you feel so good…”

“Please…”

Aletha kissed her on the mouth, and Jenn returned it with more and more fire. The négligée slipped to the floor as the hunger rose.

“Reversal,”

Aletha fell backward to the floor. “No, stop! This is impossible…”

“What’s the matter, baby?” cooed Jenn, sinking to her hands and knees, crawling to her. “You know me. You know what we are to each other…”

“You’re just using me…”

“All I need is you…” She draped herself over her trembling lover, running a finger down Aletha’s cheek. “We’ll go anywhere you want…and I’ll be yours…”

“Just get out of here…”

Jenn kissed her, and her will broke. She was dazed, but then returned the kiss with a rising passion, reaching down for her shirt. She pulled it over her head while Jenn inched back, kissing her breast, down her torso, toward the panties she was inching off the moist lips…

“Surrender dream.”

They were instantly limp, Jenn dozing on Aletha’s navel.

“Rise to your feet.” Aletha’s half removed underwear fell to the floor as she rose to face the bed. Their nipples were hard, the inner thighs wet…

“The arousal you feel now will build every time you hear the phrase ‘in heat’. Awaken morning.” The two opened their eyes.

“Prove your love for us.”

“Yes, Master. Yes, Mistress.” they said in unison.

The naked starlets stepped forward, bodies thrumming with anticipation. Aletha sank to her knees before master and began sliding down his boxers. Jenn helped mistress pull her nightgown over her head, then pushed her onto the bed. Aletha pulled the boxers down off his foot, and began teasing his member, slowly jerking it up and down with her hands. Jenn worshiped Mistress’ body with her kisses, making her way down her thighs to her feet and back again.

“In heat,”

Aletha bit her lip as the warmth rose. She stroked more eagerly with, kissing and rubbing his body with her free hand in any way she could think of. Jenn groaned, and inserted a finger into Mistress’ pussy. The light gasp was muffled as Jenn bent to kiss her lips, savoring each bite.

“In heat!”

“Master!” whined Aletha. She removed her palm and took his member in her mouth, desperate to please him as the tickling inside her reached a fever pitch. Jenn scrambled to place herself between Mistress’ thighs, worshiping with her tongue.

“IN HEAT!

Aletha couldn’t take it. She clambered onto the bed and onto the cock, riding him with furious abandon, gyrating her hips, the groans filling the room. Jenn had flipped her thighs up over Mistress’ face, and the two were worshiping each other hungrily, the muffled groans building….

Eventually, Master could finally take no more and released himself into her, allowing her pleasure to flood out with a thundering climax. She rolled off him onto the bed panting, her body humming, beside the lovers bringing themselves off with the other’s faces.

Between brief rests, they would trade lovers, Aletha’s tongue worshiping Mistress, Jenn making love to Master, Jenn worshiping Aletha and vice-versa. The four came again and again until exhaustion overtook them. They collapsed into the bed, glowing with sweat and panting, Jenn draped over Mistress’ side and Aletha curled on the other. Master sprawled on the edge of the bed, his hand balanced on Aletha’s rear.

Mistress whispered some magic words to Jenn, then placed her finger on her forehead, making her eyes roll up as fell into a peaceful dream. Mistress turned to Aletha, and held an index finger a few inches from her face. “Keep an eye on my finger, love.”

“Si, Maestra.”

“As the finger moves closer, you’ll feel dizzier and sleepier. When it touches you, you’ll be so dizzy and sleepy, you’ll fall into a deep, beautiful sleep for me.”

“Si, Maestra.”

The finger circled and twirled as it inched closer, Mistress enjoying the way Aletha’s pupils followed.

Aletha’s world spun more and more as a wave of relaxation loomed over. Closer…closer….

“Good night, Aletha.” Master whispered.

The finger connected with her forehead. The last fleeting thought, as the warm darkness overtook her, was of how lucky she was to have found such a kind, sexy, and perfect Master and such a beautiful, loving Mistress. She slept as peacefully as she ever had, nestled between them, dreaming of her new life by their side.

Her eyes opened, her temple resting on the vibrating window as the car glided down the paved road. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon. She raised her head and found Jenn eating a cup of yogurt and checking her phone.

“Jenn?”

“G’Morning.”

She nodded down at the seat beside Aletha. There was a neat little plastic tray, with a couple of yogurts and some flaky pastry wrapped in plastic.

“Where are Yan and Cara?”

Her mouth full of yogurt, Jenn only pointed her spoon at the tray again. Poking out from underneath was a tidy little envelope. Aletha picked it open and unfolded the pristine cursive of the note inside.

Dearest Ms. Ortiz,

We were absolutely delighted by your company this weekend, and fondly extend a standing invitation for you to return at your earliest convenience and discretion.

—Yan and Cara Helos

It was a strange sort of disappointment she felt, like walking into an empty old family home and knowing where the furniture should be.

She noticed a heavy white thermos waiting in the cupholder and opened the lid. An aroma of citrus and mint escaped with the steam.

“You ready for today?” asked Jenn.

“I guess so,” she said, with a sip.

The old doubts were there, but smaller and duller—easy to ignore. She’d soon find she had no trouble committing to any role she needed to play.