Ash lifted their hand from their slick, throbbing slit with a whine, and breathed slowly through pursed lips as their arousal gradually subsided. That was a close one; they'd come accidentally once before, and as punishment Mistress had denied them for - well, for a long time. Days probably. Ash wasn't too sure.
But once the tension in their body had settled a little, the insistent ache of desire fading into something more manageable, Ash carefully began to tease themself again. Gentle strokes slowly built up, and they increased the pressure, moaning aloud at the jolt of arousal that followed. Had to keep themself horny and ready for Mistress when she returned.
Ash frowned, slowing for a moment. Something... something seemed off about that. What were they doing? They toyed with themself absently, trying to think. Edging! That was it. They had to edge themself again and again, because it felt really good, and made them into a good little slut. The thought excited them; after a few quick movements they had to pull their hand away again.
They stared up at the textured ceiling, taking slow, deep breaths to calm down. The textured ceiling? They... they didn't have a textured ceiling, did they? And the walls... Ash was sure they remembered repainting their walls to a soft blue, not cream. They shook their head, disoriented. This wasn't their bedroom.
It was Mistress's bedroom, they realised with relief. That made sense. How strange that their thoughts were so confused, but at least they'd figured it out in the end.
Ash frowned again. No, something was definitely off. Why couldn't they think straight? Why hadn't they seen their own room in... was it days? Weeks? Their heart began to pound as they sat up, arousal forgotten, and properly looked around the room for the first time.
She'd drugged them, they remembered. They'd visited her for a casual play session and to try out a popular new hypnotic drug - it was all meant to be consensual, but she'd quadrupled the dose and trapped them as... as some kind of sex slave. She must have forgotten to dose them again before leaving that morning, Ash realised. Their thoughts were getting clearer by the minute.
This might be their only chance to escape. Ash stood abruptly, and had to steady themself against the wall as a wave of dizziness seized them. Just how long had they been lying there, dazed in a drug-induced fog of arousal and obedience? Mistress - no, Liz was her name - could be home at any moment. They had to get moving.
Out in the dining room, they took stock. Their shoes were in the hallway, next to their bag which had their wallet and phone - could she track the phone? Best not to take any chances. They knew the way by foot to their friend Jo's place, she'd help them sort things out from there.
Hurrying out the door, Ash turned to the stairway, not wanting to encounter anyone in the lift. Who knew which of her neighbours Mistr-Liz was on friendly terms with? At the bottom of the stairs they peeked out into the lobby, and sighed in relief on finding it empty. They'd made it! Securing their bag over both shoulders, they broke into a jog as they left the building, turning to-
"Stop."
The command was inescapable and irresistible; Ash's legs refused to move another step. Their heart sank. Mistress stalked towards them, face impassive but for her burning green eyes, and Ash shrank back. She closed the gap to mere centimetres; Ash struggled to suppress the thrill of fear and arousal at her proximity, and was almost glad to be frozen in place. Mistress sighed and reached up to cup their cheek.
"Don't worry, pet. I'm not angry with you."
Tears welled in Ash's eyes, and they couldn't say whether it was more out of relief at being spared her anger, or fury at their own helplessness. Mistress's hand gently stroked their cheek in a comforting gesture. Ash screwed their eyes shut; they hated it, they loved it, they hated that they loved it.
"I'm sorry you had to go through all that stress, darling, that must have been so upsetting for you. I needed to test whether your conditioning would hold on its own. Now we know that we have some work to do so that you won't have to deal with that ever again, okay?"
Ash knew they didn't actually have a choice.
***
"Sit down there." Mistress gestured to the armchair as she settled gracefully onto the couch, crossing her slender legs. "We're going to teach you some lessons about resistance. I'll be dropping you into trance with the trigger we've been working on," she indicated the silver bell on the coffee table, "and you'll try your best to fight it. Understood?"
Ash blinked. Mistress was going to teach them how to resist her? Well... they weren't going to argue against that. She leaned forward to pick up the bell. Perhaps their silence was taken as agreement; more likely it just didn't matter. She met their eyes with a forceful green gaze, and spoke in a slow, deliberate voice.
"Drop for me, pet."
For a moment Ash thought they'd somehow already broken free of the trigger, but the bell's clear chime soon struck that thought from their head. Into the emptiness left behind, the weight of trance settled like a heavy blanket, pressing down on their body and consciousness. Ash's eyelids drooped with the force of it.
They sucked a breath in sharply through clenched teeth, and shook their head. Frowned. Focusing on the feeling of nervous energy from earlier, they forced their eyes open, and stared defiantly back at Liz.
The bell chimed again.
"...that's it, pet, just listening to my voice and slowly sinking down..."
...had she been murmuring like that this whole time? Ash pushed back the temptation to focus on her smooth, lilting voice and shook their head again, a little slower this time. They re-clenched their teeth and held their breath for a moment. When had their shoulders relaxed so much? Was there something else they were forgetting?
"shut tight and getting heavier and heavier with every passing moment, and the harder you try to open them, the heavier they get, until you're helplessly trapped, unable to stop yourself from dropping deeper..."
Ash's heart began to pound. They willed their eyelids apart, saw a blurry slit of light, sank inexorably back into darkness. She had them already, and once established, the grip of her control was unshakeable. Perhaps if they'd moved around more, they...
The bell chimed.
***
"...4, stretching a little as the last of the heaviness lifts away... and 5, wide awake." A snap of her fingers brought Ash's eyes back open.
They shifted a little in the armchair, trying to get their bearings. The rough upholstery scratched lightly against their bare skin. Ash flushed at the realisation that they'd lost their clothing while in trance. They moved to cover themself, but somehow their hands ended up on their stomach instead, then their lap, then the armrests...
"I thought you could use some extra motivation after that pitiful attempt." Mistress's gentle, tinkling laugh brought a sheepish smile to Ash's lips before they hastily wiped it away. They couldn't let her sink her claws any deeper into their psyche. There was a way out of this, there had to be, they just needed to think harder.
"Consider that your first lesson - that you can't resist me if you don't fight properly! From now on, each time I drop you, I'll be applying a new suggestion which you'll be motivated to fight. That way I'll know you're really giving it your best! It's a good idea, isn't it sweetheart? Nod for me."
