The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Rebecca emerged from the jetway and looked around in confusion. After spending so many hours in cramped, packed spaces, the open concourse felt positively enormous, like she’d been spat out of a pipe and dropped deep into the middle of the ocean. It didn’t help that she’d had little to no sleep on the flight, too wrapped in pondering things to let herself close her eyes. Important things. Scary things.

“I’m either going to collapse or throw up,” she groaned, removing herself from the steady outflow of passengers and seeking refuge in an open row of seats. “Maybe I’ll collapse here now, and throw up later? Good plan?”

Tris did not think highly of it. “We are not going to throw up, Rebecca. We’re fine.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“We’ll be the judge of that, is what you mean.”

Tris was correct, of course, and not just about the fact that they were making joint decisions now. Even if they felt queasy, throwing up was not really in the cards. There wasn’t a lot of food down there that could be vomited back up. Then again, the idea of throwing up, even if it turned out to be just a lot of dry heaving over a smelly airport toilet bowl, still held a kind of dramatic appeal. They were much, much closer to seeing Celeste again, and that seemed like the kind of thing a person should vomit over. Rebecca’s stomach, tied up in nervous knots, agreed.

“Rebecca, don’t be dramatic. We can do this. We’re going to go find Celeste, give her a kiss that sucks all of the air out of her, and while she’s recovering from that, we’ll tell her about us. And we’ll all deal with it. Right?”

“Uh huh.” The seats had fixed armrests that made lying across them impossible. Rebecca sagged as best she could in the one seat allotted to her. “And at what point do we chase after her as she runs screaming through baggage claim?”

“After we get our hands around that nice sweet ass of hers, maybe. Look, this was your idea. Be honest with her right off the bat, tell her everything. So we’re gonna. And it’s going to be fine.”

“God, I can’t wait to kiss her.” Rebecca could taste Celeste on her tongue. It reminded her of cinnamon hearts.

“Mmmhmm. And the sooner we get there, the sooner we’ll get through this tough part, and the sooner we can be back to normal. C’mon. Up and at ’em.”

At that moment, tired and punch-drunk after a long flight, Rebecca wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and meet Celeste inside of a sexy X-rated dream instead of in the main concourse. Tris, however, wasn’t having any of that, and was already pulling them to their feet. She allowed herself a reluctant whimper before rejoining the familiar path towards customs and passport control.

Towards the future.

Emily was happy to take the lead in most things, and when it came to guiding them through O’Hare, Celeste was happy to let her. She marveled at the redhead’s keen sense of direction and her uncanny ability to slice between spread-out families and tour groups without eliciting a single complaint. Celeste drifted in her wake, usually choosing a more circuitous path around the crowds. Behind her, Kayla struggled to keep pace with them. That was fine, as far as Celeste was concerned. She and Kayla had a few things to discuss before they met Mistress for the first time.

Accordingly, she let herself slow by a step or two, just enough to send Emily ahead and for Kayla to catch up. Celeste waited for her newly-minted slave to match her steps—Kayla did that now, a side-effect of the programming—before leaning hard against her. Their hair mingled as she took Kayla by the hand, two lovers about to embark on a honeymoon.

“Are you ready for this?”

“Meeting Mistress? Of course! It’s all I’ve ever dreamed of.”

“Hmm. I figured. Look, Kayla…”

“Mmm?”

Celeste lowered her voice. The next word out of her mouth wasn’t exactly the sort of word that got tossed around in airports, or anywhere, for that matter. She didn’t need the hassle of explaining it to a nosy stranger. “Slave, are you ready to obey your Mistress?”

“Nnnn…” Kayla’s reaction was everything that Celeste had hoped for. She shuddered, her eyes rolling skyward under fluttering lids. The motion had a wonderful effect on the rest of her body, and she slowed to a near-stop. “Yessss… I must always obey.”

“You’ll sink deeper now. I need you to understand something very, very important.”

By now, Kayla had slowed even more, moving forward in a shuffle, a sleepwalker oblivious to the crowd around them. Celeste, too, felt the people around her fade from her thoughts, until only Kayla remained.

“When you see Mistress, you will act perfectly normal. Perfectly normal, Kayla. A little shy, even.”

The command was a bit of a crossed wire; Kayla was supposed to worship her Mistress, not hem and haw around her. Sure enough, her half-closed eyes narrowed to slits. “But… but I love Mistress with all of my heart and soul. She’s my everything.”

“And she’ll be mad if you hug-tackle her the second you lay eyes on her. Right?”

Her eyes relented. “Yes, Celeste.”

“Good. We’re going to take this slow, okay? Mistress gets nervous about mind control sometimes. So we’re going to take the subtle route until she gets to know you. You will act perfectly normal, Kayla. A little shy.”

“I will act perfectly normal. A little shy.”

“Only I know that you are a slave.”

“Yes, Celeste.”

“Only I can reveal that fact to Mistress.”

“I trust you completely and without question.”

That was more than enough to satisfy the brunette. “Eyes open, wide awake,” she said, snapping her fingers in front of Kayla’s glazed eyes. “Let’s catch up to Emily.”

“Huh?” Kayla, still groggy, immediately tripped over her own feet. A steadying hand from Celeste was the only thing that kept her from spilling to the floor. “Are we… I got a little dizzy for a moment, shit!”

“You probably need coffee,” Celeste offered. “There’s probably a coffee shop by the arrival doors.”

“Oh! That’s… yeah, coffee would be awesome.” Kayla shook the cobwebs out of her head, her pretty hair flying back and forth. “Did we lose Emily?”

“You guys! Hey, did I lose you?” The redhead was by their side momentarily. “I’m sorry,” she huffed. “I keep forgetting that you’re not Rebecca! We know this place like the back of our hands.”

“I bet you do,” said Celeste. She wished, in that moment, that she could turn herself into Rebecca. Sweet, beautiful, a powerful Mistress and a devoted girlfriend all wrapped up in one. Celeste had been like that, once, before the shell personality Rebecca had programmed into her melted into the streets of Berlin.

But that Rebecca was gone now, too.

“Are we close?” Kayla piped up, eager and hopeful. “Does Mi…mmm, ummmm, Rebecca need to go through customs?”

“She’s probably there now,” Emily said, after thinking about it. “It kinda sucks, especially if like five planes all land at once. But there are plenty of chairs over by where she’ll come out past security, so it’s cool. We’ll just wait.”

“There’s coffee, too,” Celeste added.

“Are you buying?” Emily perked up at the word ‘coffee’. “Just kidding! I won’t mooch off of you, I promise. That’s what Rebecca is for!”

They changed course and made their way to the coffee kiosk. Celeste’s eyes never truly left the arrival gate.

On the other side of that gate, Rebecca finished repacking her carry-on. In all the years she and Emily had spent crossing the globe, customs had never once been this much of a hassle, or this long, or this slow. Having a customs agent paw through her bag like a disinterested bear only added insult to injury, especially when the agent, her suspicions exhausted, slid both the bag and its former contents to Rebecca with a blunt “You’re free to go.”

“Free to go… land of the free, my ass.” Years of traveling and Emily’s guidance had taught her to be a careful packer, but now she was just shoving item after item into the bulging pack. Socks, deodorant, gloves…

“Well, that kind of sucked.”

“That totally sucked, Tris. And now we’re running late! I’m kind of shocked that Emily hasn’t texted us twenty times by now.”

“Okay, but…” Tris snatched their bag from the metal table and hoisted it over their shoulder. “On the plus side, we didn’t get arrested for being a dangerous mind controller, so it’s a win.” She marched up the corridor with increasing speed, her eyes set firmly on the guarded double doors at the end of it.

“You’re the dangerous mind controller,” Rebecca countered. “I am the sweet sensitive girlfriend who doesn’t even know what hypnosis is. So there.”

“Mmm hmm. So are we going to take her to La Brezza or Truffle? It’s got to be someplace fancy.” We lavish her with attention, and we wear that sexy-ass dress that Missy bought us… good old-fashioned seduction. And then we’ll go home and have a threesome.

“I like the way you think, Tris,” Rebecca grinned.

They reached the double doors. Tris reached out to open them, but there was no need to do so; other passengers to their left and right rushed past, keeping the doors permanently open. She shrugged, tightened her grip on their carry-on, and passed through the doors into the main concourse.

Tris looked around, scanned the small crowd just in front of them, and smiled. “I like the way we think, Rebecca. I really do.”

“Rebeccaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!”

It wasn’t the first time that Rebecca played the iceberg to Emily’s Titanic, but this time the airport collision between them carried enough emotional baggage to fill a return flight to Berlin. She eagerly embraced the press of chin and boobs and arms against her skin, holding her breath to prevent Emily from squeezing it clean out of her. She waited for the redhead’s energy to wane, then wrapped her arms around the girl in a way that looked more like a linebacker’s tackle than a friendly hug. Emily didn’t mind one bit.

“I missed you!” Rebecca looked into Emily’s soft brown eyes, so alive and full of life, a far cry from the dull gaze Alice had covered them with. That Emily was gone for good. “You should have seen the line at customs, it was nuts.”

“I was starting to think you’d been kidnapped. How’s the family? How’s Canada? How’s the Great White North? God, you look exhausted, did you get any sleep on the plane?” Emily was full of questions.

Rebecca had come prepared with answers. “I wish you’d have come up and kidnapped me. The whole family emergency thing was so overblown! I was counting the days until it was time to go home.”

“You’re not the only one who’s been counting days.” Emily puckered her lips, eyes comically wide, nose and pupils twitching to her left. Rebecca giggled and turned her head, until she was looking at the most wonderful creature on Earth.

“Hey,” she said. It was the first thing that popped into her head. She let the word hang in the air like cigarette smoke.

Celeste’s hazel eyes twinkled. She stepped forward, an awestruck lady-in-waiting meeting the queen for the first time. Her queen. Her world. Her one-and-only. Her hands were trembling slightly, and Rebecca wanted nothing more than to reach down and grab them. To grab more than just hands. Tris held her back. She’s so beautiful, Rebecca! We’re so fucking lucky.

The beauty’s lips twitched, parted, and finally broke into a sweet, broad smile that could have melted the hearts of everyone between Chicago and Berlin. But it was aimed at one person in particular, accompanied by the sweetest words Rebecca had ever heard in her life.

“Hey, Rebecca.”

Her world faded, until there was only one other person in it.

She let the fireworks begin again, for the third time. It was just as magical as the first. Celeste was as magical now as when they’d first met. Freedom from Alice’s compulsions had, if anything, made the sex ten times better.

She came, hard, as Celeste switched to furiously rubbing her own slit. It didn’t take long for her to climax as well, and the two exhausted women fell happily against one another.

“I love you, Celeste,” she said between ragged breaths.

She meant it.

“I love you so fucking much, Celeste.” She held her girlfriend as tightly as she’d held Emily, although her hands were reaching for entirely different body parts. Tris, as promised, squeezed Celeste’s ass, eliciting a muffled and happy squeal in return. It felt perfect. It was perfect. “This moment, forever,” she whispered. “Forever.”

“Can we?” Celeste’s tone matched her own. Eager, perhaps a little frightened. “Can we, Mistress? Make this forever?”

“Let’s go home, and we’ll make it last forever,” was Rebecca’s response. After I tell you about us. About me and me. And if you don’t run away…

She’s not, Rebecca.

Rebecca was tired. Tired of airports, tired of passports, tired of secrets. Especially secrets. She fought the urge to just blurt it all out right there, in the middle of a busy international airport. But Emily was waiting for them to finish up and start their way over to baggage claim. Emily had a life, too, and Rebecca knew that the redhead was probably counting the minutes until she would be back in her apartment with Roger.

Who do you think is more in love? asked Tris. Us, or Emily?

Movement at the edge of Rebecca’s vision drew her attention away from Emily. She turned her head. A cute brunette nervously edged around Celeste’s side and stood before her, hands nervously jammed into pockets, eyes darting between Rebecca’s face and the floor. She reminded Rebecca of herself at age five, being forcefully introduced to strangers by her mother.

“Hi,” said the cute girl. She began to hold out one hand for a shake, then withdrew it. “I’m Kayla. Mikayla but… everyone calls me Kayla.” Her hand rose again, this time successfully. “Hi.”

Rebecca reached for the hand and encircled it with her own. The effect, though unexpected, was immediate. Kayla’s lips turned inward, the upper one hiding behind a row of lower teeth. Her eyes slid closed, and her eyebrows darted upwards. It was as if holding Rebecca’s hand was the single greatest moment of the girl’s young life, with the same face Rebecca assumed she would wear if she ever ran into Elisha Cuthbert at the airport or-

That’s an O face if there ever was one, Rebecca. This girl is losing her shit over us. Feel how warm her hand is!

Tris jerked their hand away, eyeing Kayla carefully as she did so. The girl smiled politely, but it was the kind of smile that said it’s too busy to fuck you here, but when we get home I’m going to screw you senseless.

“Nice to meet you,” Tris said, putting a bit of distance between themselves and Celeste’s odd new friend. “I just… Celeste?”

“Mmm?”

Tris buried her face in Celeste’s hair, pretending to kiss her. Instead, she whispered as softly as she could. “Who is this Kayla girl, baby?”

The brunette responded with a kiss of her own, a real one, passionate enough to make Tris forget all about her question. About Kayla, even. She fought the urge to drag Celeste behind the Grounded Coffee kiosk for a quick one. When we get home I’m going to screw you sen… oh right, Kayla!

“She’s perfect,” Celeste whispered back. “She’ll do anything for you, Mistress. My little welcome home present for you.”

Rebecca, about to dive in for another kiss, froze instead. Her puckered lips gave way to open-mouthed confusion. “What?”

“She’ll do anything for you… if… um… if you want her to.” An announcement came over the airport speakers, something about lost luggage, and the brunette raised her voice as much as she dared. “She’s yours. All yours, Mistress.”

Oh God. Rebecca felt her stomach churn again. This time, vomiting seemed much more likely. “What…” It took effort to cough out the words. What the hell did you do?”

“I…” Celeste lowered her voice again. “I hypnotized her? For you, Mistress. I didn’t touch her,” she hastily added.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tris glanced at Kayla, then back at Celeste. They were scowling now. “Are you… what did you do?”

Celeste’s face turned red, then white. She clasped a hand over her mouth and choked back a sob before abruptly spinning on her heels and making a beeline for the nearest restroom.

“Celeste?” Tris called out, but the brunette was gone.

“Fuck.”

At first, Tris and Rebecca waited outside, hoping that Celeste would settle for running her fingers through her hair and taking a few calming breaths before coming back out. The minutes ticked by quickly—four, seven, nine… at ten, they gave up on waiting and moved on to Plan B. Unfortunately, that meant talking to Kayla again.

Did she really make a girl have the hots for us? Memories of her traumatic experience with Emily filled Rebecca’s head.

“We’ll find out soon enough. Kayla?”

The cute brunette damn she is cute as fuck isn’t she was by her side instantly, doe-eyed and eager to please. If she wasn’t brainwashed, she was extremely submissive.

“Yes, M… mmm?”

Emily was distracted by her phone—a well-timed text from Roger—which was perfect timing. The last thing they needed was for Emily to walk into the middle of a restroom talk about brainwashed slaves and hypnotized college girls. Rebecca looped her arm around Kayla and tugged. “Come with me, slave.”

Kayla gasped. Loudly. Not loud enough for anyone but Rebecca to notice, but loud enough to annoy her. Dammit, Celeste! She tried to hide her frown. The last thing she needed was for the girl to think that she had upset her Mistress, even if she had. Even if she couldn’t help but be a gigantic pain in the ass. Right now, she was a useful tool.

“Kayla, will you do anything for me?”

“Oh God yeessss,” she responded. It came out as one long, breathy, excited word. She pressed against Rebecca. “Please command me, Mistress. I’ll do anything for you.”

“You’re going to tell Emily that you forgot something in her car that you really need. You don’t remember where the car is parked…”

“…so can you please please please come with me and get it? I’m gonna fail the class if I don’t go to that meeting and she’s going to text me todaaaay…”

Emily, forever sunny, narrowed her gaze, and Kayla immediately began to panic. What if she failed? What if she failed her Mistress’s very first command and then that was-

“Where’s Rebecca?” The clouds passed, and Emily was sunny again. “I wanna tell her where we’re going so that she doesn’t wander around the terminal looking for us.” She held up her phone. “I’m at one percent, and your phone’s in the car.”

That was the opening Kayla was looking for. “Oh! She went to the restroom.”

“Lol! Those two! I swear, you can’t keep them apart for more than five… all right, so they’re gonna be in there a while. I’ll go grab your phone, and if they ever come out, take them to baggage claim and I’ll meet you guys there. Kay?”

“That’s a great idea! Yeah, I’ll wait here. It’s Baggage Claim Five, right?”

Emily shrugged. “I dunno, check the monitors? Okay, plan in place, and… go!” With that, she spun on the heels of her new boots and began walking away. “Colonel Sanders is such a sexy whore! I love it! I love it, Kayla!”

Kayla nodded, but Emily’s words never reached her brain. Her programming examined and rejected them as irrelevant. Nothing mattered—not the pain in her foot, not Emily, not the random announcements blaring over the loudspeakers about departing flights and gate changes. Nothing mattered except… this. This, right here. Stop!

She sprung into action, startling the two older women about to enter the restroom. She intercepted them in the same way that she tracked down rivals on the lacrosse field, quickly and forcefully. They came to an abrupt halt and looked at her, confused.

“Oh, hi,” Kayla said, her face curling into the happiest, dumbest smile she could manage. “I’m really sorry, but my friend went in there and it’s a total mess and there’s, like, water everywhere? So she went to get the janitor guy and I’m here to let people know about it.”

“I just need to wash my hands.” The older of the two women peered over Kayla’s shoulder. “It’s not closed, is it? I don’t see a sign.”

Panic panic panic no you dumb bitch no! “Oh, that’s just because the janitor guy isn’t here yet, yeah no, it’s the sink that’s leaking, there’s only on in there and it’s all bubbling over and I think there’s another bathroom like, over there?” She pointed in a random direction. “Yeah, over there, just like two gates down. That one works. My Miss… Sanders went there after she got the janitor, so…”

She smiled again. She had a nice smile and healthy white teeth. People tended to trust her when she smiled.

“Humph.” The older woman looked at Kayla and her smile with contempt. “You’re too young for this, but I remember when this airport was taken care of. When everything was clean and people dressed up to fly.”

“Oh. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m sure they’ll come fix it. It’s just messy right now.”

The woman was in no mood to argue about it. She spun on her heels and made a show of stomping away in the direction Kayla had given her, fully intent on finding a second bathroom and doing whatever it was she needed to do inside.

Kayla’s smile remained painted on her face, especially when two other bathroom hopefuls turned around and chose to follow the old woman to the next restroom. They’d overheard the exchange and were just as convinced by Kayla’s performance. Watching them walk away, the brunette found herself filled with a joy she’d never known before. Better than acing all of her exams, better than the night Carl and Dwayne double-teamed her in the back of Carl’s van, better than the day she made the lacrosse team.

Today was the day that she carried out her first command for Mistress Rebecca, the most important person in her life. And she’d done so successfully.

She scanned the airport as she casually let one hand brush against the front of her jeans, gasping each time it hit the sweet spot. Her panties weren’t wet yet, but they would be soon. By the time Mistress came out of the bathroom, anyway. They’d make a fine gift for her.

Swipe brush swipe brush mmmm, that’s… fuck yes!

Another woman approached, and Kayla, still smiling, moved to block her.

“Celeste?”

The restroom was smaller than they expected. Four stalls, three sinks, a single electric hand dryer mounted to the far wall. It was, thankfully, deserted. Tris glanced at the sink, a plan to crank open the sink faucets forming in her mind—the sound of running water would help to sell Kayla’s flood story—but the faucets were of the new handless type. Unless they wanted to run their hand under one for the entire time they spoke with Celeste, that wasn’t going to work.

“She’s in the far stall,” Rebecca noted, bringing them there and tapping gently on the scuffed metal partition. “Celeste?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Are you crying?” That old familiar pang of guilt returned. She’s so fucking sensitive about this stuff… fuck! Can we just save this for later, Tris?

No, we’re doing this now. “Open the door, Celeste. We need to talk. I need you to obey. Listen, slave, and obey.”

There was a pause, then a metallic click. The door sputtered open, catching on the metal frame, making the entire row of stalls wobble. Celeste was on the other side, fully clothed, toilet unused. Her eyes were unmistakably red.

“I—I wasn’t crying,” she lied. “I just… I kind of freaked out. I’ve been nervous all morning, Mistress.”

Tris jumped right to the point. “Are you going to tell me why there’s a random stranger out there acting like she’s my soulmate and soaking her panties just thinking about it?”

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” Celeste directed the question at the tile floor. “I love you, Mistress. I wanted to be a good slave so… yeah. That’s why I was so nervous.”

“You’re my girlfriend. And now that the whole Alice thing is behind us, we’ve got nothing to worry about, unless you did something while I was gone.” Tris’s voice rose as she spoke, and she wrestled it back down to Earth, trying to remain calm. Shouting wasn’t good for Celeste’s nerves, nor for supporting Kayla’s cover story about a leaky bathroom. She sucked in a breath and began again. “Did… what did you do, Celeste?”

“I hypnotized Kayla.”

Tris frowned. “Obviously. But why?”

“It’s kind of a long story.”

“I’ve been on a plane for like ten hours, I’m used to waiting for things.”

“Okay… well…”

And then Celeste spilled it. All of it. About meeting Zoe in the bar, about the fight with Emily, about stealing the lacrosse player’s mind while they waited outside in the cold. About brainwashing Zoe and her friend with an old fetish video. About everything she’d done since Tris boarded her flight to Berlin. About everything she planned to do now that Tris was back in town.

“I don’t know what to say,” Rebecca said. “I honestly don’t know what to say next. I went over to Berlin to free slaves and you were back here… making more of them?”

Celeste kept her eyes on the floor, like a child caught next to the remains of a broken flowerpot. Her voice was half the volume of Rebecca’s. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I thought that you deserved a few toys, just to get you started. You could decide if you wanted to keep them or get even more, I can send them away.”

Tris’s voice, by contrast, was nearly twice the volume of Rebecca’s. “Celeste… why the fuck would you think that I would want more? Why the fuck… did you not see the look on my face just now? You think I’m gonna ask you to hypnotize more girls for me? Wait… a few, you… how many?”

“How many girls?”

“Yes, how many girls! Are they all at the apartment waiting for us?”

Celeste shook her head. “There’s just Zoe, and that was… she was being a bitch to Emily and you told me to protect Emily, so I tranced her, and then she had this hot friend coming over…” She leaned against the sink and crossed her arms before letting them fall again to her sides. “It all happened so fast and I thought that maybe, I mean you’re not like Rebecca, Mistress. You know that you’re a hypnotist. And you can control anyone you want.”

It probably made sense to her, Rebecca ventured. Like in her own slave way.

“No,” said Tris, as much for herself and Rebecca as for the brunette. “We had this exact same conversation at the hostel, Celeste. The exact same conversation! No, I don’t want a harem full of hostel girls. I don’t want a harem full of college girls, I don’t want a harem full of fucking supermodels, I wanted you and me to be a nice normal fucking couple for once in our weird-ass lives! And you keep doing… this again!”

“Rebecca didn’t want a harem,” Celeste protested. She held her arms up and out, defending herself, trying to physically deflect the words coming at her. “I don’t even know what you want, Mistress! Oh, but excuse me for giving a shit about the woman I serve like a good fucking slave should!”

“What do you think Rebecca would say, if she knew? Not just about the hypnosis, but that her girlfriend was mind-screwing the entire lacrosse team on the side? Doing exactly what she told you not to do? Doing everything that fucking… that fucking Alice did? Do you remember Olivia? Do you want to make one of those, too?”

“I made you, Mistress. I made you because I wanted what’s best for Rebecca. Because I LOVE her. What do you think she’d say if she remembered everything and that there was this horrible mind-controlling bitch in Germany who was still after us? What if I told her that she had to go back to Berlin to stop it?”

“Coulda done it together,” said Tris, shaking her head. “You and Rebecca could have done it together. You took out Alice once. We’re all more powerful than she is, especially together.”

That earned a rare scoff from Celeste. “We got lucky, Mistress. We got lucky that Alice was only pretending to be hypnotized. We got lucky that Edwin showed up before Alice could turn on us. That she needed us to bail her ass out. That Rebecca let Alice erase half her mind to give us a chance to get away. Would you put her through that again?”

“That’s not the point of this conversation.”

Celeste was not deterred. She slapped the open palm of one hand with the other, the sound echoing through the bathroom. “Would you put.” slap “Her through.” slap “That again? Because I sure as fuck won’t. When Rebecca wakes up, she’s not going to remember Berlin or anything that you did there. She’s not going to remember the two girls you hypnotized and left with Alice so that she can do God knows what to them now. At least when I free Zoe she’ll just go back to being a regular bitch, not somebody’s fucking slave for the rest of her life!”

I cant believe this, Rebecca.

Maybe we should just-

“You’re impossible,” said Tris.

“I’m your slave,” Celeste countered. “Your loving, devoted, free agency slave.”

“I never wanted a slave!”

“You don’t even know what you want!” Celeste snapped. “You never did! One second you want to hypnotize every hot girl in the room and then… then you let it eat you up inside and you want to give it all up! You have to pick one or the other! This was my way of letting you do both, letting us do both, letting Rebecca be both, and all I get for it is yelled at?”

“I don’t want to yell at you.”

“You did, though! You even put a guard out front so you could yell at me in private.”

Rebecca glanced behind her. “Yeah, that’s not gonna last forever. Either Emily will show up or a janitor will. Do you want to go talk about this? Over a beer? Over coffee? Someplace that’s not a bathroom? We got… we got a little carried away. It’s a lot, Celeste. I’m really shocked and emotional right now.”

“I don’t… I don’t want that, Mistress. I need Rebecca right now. I need someone who loves me and won’t judge me. I’m alone and I’m really emotional right now, too. I want Rebecca.”

If the circumstances had been different, Rebecca might have found that ironic. Now, here, it just hurt. “You can’t just flip between us, Celeste. We’re not TV channels.”

“Will you please stop? Just stop!”

Tris glared at her. “No! Every time you shut one of us off, you’re cheating on us! You’re gonna drop me so that you can fuck Rebecca? And then later, drop her and fuck me? That’s not fair, Celeste.”

“I know! I know! But I can’t… what am I supposed to do about it? Every minute you’re awake is a minute that Rebecca is sleeping and if I erase you it’s like I’m throwing you away! I can’t… fuck, why do I always mess things up?”

Rebecca wanted to run forward and embrace the quivering girl in front of her. Hold her tightly like they did so many times in Berlin. Tris held her feet in place, and she relented. “We can fix this. Together.”

“I want Rebecca. I’m sorry. It’s time to sleep, Mistress. Time to sleep, to rest, to dream.”

“I don’t… what…” Tris shook her head. She placed a hand on the sink counter to steady herself. “You can’t… switch…”

“You’re going to fall into a deep sleep,” said Celeste, her voice dropping into hypnotist mode. Her gaze hardened. “You will sleep, Mistress, and let Rebecca wake. Wake, Rebecca. Awake and refreshed, happy and content.”

“Happy and… no… you haftado… whatisay…”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. But you will sink back down, back down into Rebecca’s mind. Down the stairs, one at a time, getting more and more tired. What’s at the bottom of the stairs?”

“A bed.”

“That’s right. A nice cozy bed, just like the ones in Alice’s hostel. All made up and warm, nice and warm, soft and warm. So sleepy. So inviting. It’s time to sleep, to rest, to dream, Mistress. Sleep, and let Rebecca wake up.”

“Yesss… sleep…”

Celeste turned to the mirror and adjusted her hair. She kept one eye on her slumping, unsteady girlfriend. “Four, slipping into sleep. Three, Rebecca waking up, coming up now from a deep sleep. Two, just Rebecca now, fully in control, just about to wake, when she hears me say the word ‘one,’ eyes open and refreshed.”

She turned to face her entranced girlfriend, doing her best to compose herself. “And… one.”

Rebecca opened her eyes. She looked up at Celeste, trying to look surprised. She suspected it came off more like shell-shock. “Did… wow, that’s weird.”

The brunette was all smiles and sunshine now. “What’s weird, Rebecca?”

“Nothing,” said Tris. “It’s just that I got all dizzy for a moment and… it’s funny, the last thing I remember clearly is being on the plane. Like I’ve been in a hypnotic trance this whole time.”

Celeste forced a laugh. It was a reasonable enough facsimile that both Rebecca and Tris would have proclaimed it genuine, had they not known any better. “I think I showed you too many episodes of Action Force.” The brunette pushed away from the sink with both hands. “Ready to go home?”

“Yeah,” said Rebecca. She very much wanted to go home, right now, without stopping for her bags. For anything. Home and under the covers, safe and hidden. But they had work to do, and Tris pressed forward. “Hey, so who is this Kayla person? Your new girlfriend?”

“No, of course not!”

Well at least that was a genuine reaction, Tris sighed. At least the brunette wasn’t as enthusiastic about fucking the new slaves as she was about creating them. They found some comfort in that. She continued. “Is she someone from your classes? I’ve never seen her before.”

“Oh! Long story short, Emily and this girl Zoe got into a fight, and I played peacemaker and settled it more or less. And then Zoe turned out to be pretty cool, and she’s friends with Kayla, who I think is in my accounting class? Anyway, we hung out a lot while you were away. She’s cool. You’ll like her!”

Tris smiled. “That’s not too bad, Celeste. Not bad at all.”

“I would have believed it,” added Rebecca. She shook her head. “I really would have, baby. Because I love you and I trusted you.” Her voice cracked, just enough for the three of them to notice. “I-I trusted you. We trusted you.”

Celeste began to back up, her hands reaching for and failing to find the tiled wall behind her. She was a good ten feet away from the end of the restroom. “Who are you talking about?” Her pretty hazel eyes widened. “Who’s we, Rebecca?”

Rebecca sighed. “The only sensible person in the room. Mistress.”

Two steps back. “I-I don’t know who that is. I’m not a Mistress, Rebecca. Are you… do you mean… fuck…” She struggled to force out the last word. “Alice???”

Tris took two steps forward, an action that only made the brunette retreat more quickly. “No, not Alice. Me.”

“Alice got to you. Alice brainwashed you again. Rebecca, Alice is making you think and say things you don’t mean!”

“You’re not even wondering why Rebecca’s not freaking out right now? Even though you woke her in the middle of an airport bathroom instead of safe in her own bed after a good night’s worth of fucking? Like we did at Christmas?”

“Celeste, on the flight over to Berlin, Mistress woke me up. But she didn’t go to sleep or fade away. I’m Tris and Tris is me. That’s what I wanted to tell you, and then this all happened.”

The brunette finally bumped up against the far wall, the sudden interruption nearly causing her to fall forward. Her eyes widened even more, threatening to drop out of her head. “No,” she mouthed, the sound barely making it past her trembling lips. “No no no… Rebecca, you need to wake up. Baby, you need to listen to me.”

“Oh, I’m listening.”

“Alice brainwashed you. She’s put some other person in control of your mind and you have to fight her, baby, please… Rebecca please!”

“What,” Tris huffed, “so you keep your secret and your harem?”

“Tris, let me talk to her.”

“You’re right,” said Tris. “This is your moment, Rebecca. I told you that you’d be able to do this.”

Rebecca approached Celeste as the brunette’s quivering legs betrayed her, sending her sliding to the floor in a largely unresisting heap. “I’m sorry, baby,” she began, more quietly than she expected herself to be. Her heart rate felt normal, her breaths even and measured. It gave her the courage to keep going. “We’ve both been through a lot, Celeste. A lot. So this… I mean this is weird for all three of us, but we’ve been through so much together. Together. We saved each other. We saved Emily. We tried our best to save the others.”

“I know, I know.” Celeste closed her eyes, squeezing them tight. “I love you.”

“And now I remember what you did for me in Berlin. How you let me forget about Alice. And I wish… Celeste, I wish I’d trusted Alice enough to let her erase your memory, too. And then we would be here together and we wouldn’t know any better.”

“But then there was Edwin and Amanda,” said Tris. “And Alice. They wanted us to forget so that they could sneak up on us again.”

Rebecca nodded. “I told you that I wanted a slave with free will, and I’m so sorry that I made you live with those memories of Berlin, baby. I really, truly am sorry for that. It must have been horrible, not having anyone to tell. Not me, not Emily. And that’s why you made Mistress, wasn’t it? Not just for the sexy hypno shit but because you needed someone who knew?”

“But I couldn’t turn her off, Rebecca. I didn’t want to. I didn’t mean it as cheating. And then when Emily got brainwashed, you had no idea what was really going on. Remember how upset you got at breakfast that time?” Celeste forced herself into a seated position. Her eyes were red and wet. “You couldn’t understand why Emily wanted to go to Berlin instead of Australia and I knew, I fucking knew, and I couldn’t console you. I couldn’t explain it to you. It killed me inside. And Mistress knew what to do.”

“That’s why we’re not mad at you,” said Tris. Like Rebecca, her voice was calm and even. “We were scared to talk to you about it because it’s a lot to take in. We’re still getting used to us, never mind everyone else.”

“But then this happened, Celeste. This thing with Kayla and Zoe and maybe the rest of the lacrosse team? You didn’t make them to have someone to talk to. You made them to have someone else to fuck, with us as the captain and you as the first mate. You knew I was against harems, Celeste. You knew. And you did it anyway, because you got your fucking jollies off on brainwashing them.”

“I honestly thought I was doing the right thing, Rebecca… Mistress… I never meant to hurt you. We can deprogram them and I swear I’ll never do it again.”

Rebecca scowled. The brunette below her shut her eyes and cringed. This was the big, ugly moment. “You said that in Berlin, too. And then you tried to brainwash me into changing my mind! How do I know you weren’t planning to do that again? Maybe hypnotize me while Tris was buried? Make me love the idea? That’s what I keep coming back to, baby. How far you were willing to go, how many ‘never again’ promises you were going to break.”

“I’m sorry, Rebecca. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Well.” She took a deep breath. “Listen… I think that maybe, for a little while at least…”

Her girlfriend towered above her, a giant about to grind her into the bathroom tiles until she was nothing but a smear. Celeste pressed her shaking body against the wall. What was coming was going to be worse than being squished. Much, much worse. So bad that she wished that she could grind herself into a paste, hose herself down the drain and into oblivion.

Her girlfriend was going to turn and walk away. “…for a little while at least, we should take a break.” “…for a little while at least, we should see other people.” Then she would walk out the door, out of the airport, and out of her life. Forever. She couldn’t watch it happen. The next time I open my eyes, I’m going to be alone. The tears found their way through her clenched eyelids and wet the floor. She choked back a sniffle, afraid to let Rebecca hear it, hoping that Rebecca heard it.

Finally, Rebecca spoke.