Following Her Dream

It was no small miracle that the two made it to Snow's house intact. Janet had been teasing and tormenting the Polish woman the entire ride over. It took what remained of Snow's focus to make sure the car stayed in the correct lane. Her disingenuous pleas for Janet to stop did nothing to spare her from Janet's meandering fingers.

The car screeched to a stop in the parking lot in front of Snow's apartment, cutting partway over the boundary into the adjacent space. Snow left her purse in the car as the two jumped out, embracing as they met by the hood.

"Kurwa!" Snow cursed at her attempts to unlock her front door, her patience running thin. The key scraped the metal housing of the lock, refusing to be inserted. It didn't help that Janet was pressing against her, groping her ass without concern to the delay. The teasing kisses at her neck caused her body to tense in excitement.

The door flew open at last, the two entwined bodies nearly falling over as they tumbled inside. Their lips were locked, arms wrapped around one another as their hands roamed over each other's bodies.

Snow's eyes were shut as she reached back, slapping her hand against the wall, hunting for the switch. The room burst to light, revealing an immaculate if small apartment.

Snow tossed her keys onto the nearby counter without looking, the careless maneuver causing them to slide across the surface and fall to the floor. With her foot, she pushed the front door closed far harder than she intended as it slammed shut. Her neighbor's dog began barking at the noise. With how late it was, she'd likely be hearing about it the next time she saw the owner outside. At the moment, though, she couldn't care less.

Snow led Janet towards her bedroom. She reached down to the hem of her dress as she began pulling it up over her head.

Janet stopped her.

"Not yet," Janet said, pulling Snow's arms back down while freezing her with a powerful glare. "Leave it on, so I can tear it off later." She kept a tight grip on Snow's wrists, eliciting a moan out of the worked-up girl. She leveraged Snow's arm, causing her to spin in place, before pushing on her back, nudging her towards the bedroom door. She watched the girl scamper ahead of her as she prowled behind.

Janet entered Snow's bedroom, taking a moment to admire the area as Snow stood before her, wanting. To the casual observer, it would appear like any normal bedroom at quick glance. A poster bed took the main focus of the room, the wooden decorative bedposts spiraling up towards the ceiling. Sheer fabric flowed down from the canopy at the top. A dresser was situated directly in front of the bed with large, carefully-placed mirrors. An antique chest was located in the corner next to an expansive and sturdy bench.

It wasn't until one noticed the metal rings that were installed into the posters, the mirror hidden in the canopy of the bed, that the true purpose could be understood. The faint smell of leather hinted at something a bit more sinister, more carnal.

Janet noticed. She focused on her victim like a predator, ready to pounce. With an alluring smile, she approached Snow, her hips swaying with her deliberate steps. Janet reached up, grabbing her by the back of the neck, her other hand around her slim waist, as she leaned in for another smoldering kiss. She guided Snow backwards until their legs bumped against the thick comforter on the bed. Catching Snow off guard, Janet pushed her back, delighting in the girl's yelp as she flopped onto the soft fabric.

"Janet..." Snow called out, her voice full of desire. Her pure white hair splayed out around her head. She reached towards Janet with her left arm, inviting the dominant woman to join her.

Janet began walking around the bed, taking her time, never breaking eye contact with Snow. She let her hand trail up the poster as she rounded the corner. With an elegant twirl, she left the bed and made her way towards the chest with determined haste.

Bending at the waist, Janet reached down to open it. Her leather skirt rode up, exposing her bare pussy to Snow as she watched.

Snow rolled over to give herself a better view as she reached down and began rubbing herself over her dress. She still couldn't believe how quickly things had escalated, but certainly wasn't complaining. There was something about Janet that seemed almost familiar to her, but she was too caught up in the moment to give it any thought.

The chest opened with a deep, rumbling creak. Janet sat down on her haunches as she peered at the contents within. The large chest was full of sliding shelves carefully arranged to maximize utility. Upon each shelf lay a myriad of straps, ropes, whips, and other toys, all organized with meticulous care. Janet reached in and ran her fingers along a few of the items on top.

"Janet, please..." Snow cried out, causing Janet to turn her head. The look she saw in Janet's eyes was like that of an animal on the hunt, and her grin hinted at what was in store. She watched as Janet picked up a leather strap, slapping it against the palm of her hand with a crack that made Snow flinch.

Returning to the chest, Janet began grabbing items with particularity. When satisfied, she closed the lid, letting gravity do its work as it shut with a groan and a booming thud that echoed through the bright room.

Standing up, Janet approached the bed. One by one, she placed her choices in front of Snow on the comforter. She watched the girl's excitement grow as she regarded each item in turn. With all the straps and shackles on the bed, including a leather strip gag, Janet tossed the last item at Snow.

Picking it up, Snow stared at the blindfold before looking back at Janet, her cunt dripping in expectation. She saw Janet's grin grow ever so slightly, communicating to Snow with such a minute gesture. Snow knew what was expected of her as she raised the blindfold up and placed it over her eyes, surrendering her fate to Janet. She closed her eyes out of custom, allowing herself to better focus on her other senses.

In the new darkness of her world, Snow felt the mattress shift next to her. Unseen hands grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her onto her back and guiding her to the middle of the bed. Someone grabbed her wrist as she felt something cold and firm wrap around it. With a tug, the leather tightened, just enough to not cut off circulation.

Her arm was pulled out and up, bringing it closer to the headboard. Snow heard the sound of metal clicking as the cuff was fastened to the bed frame. The body climbed over her in the darkness, attaching the other shackle in the same fashion.

Snow tilted her head back as she gave a couple futile tugs against her restraints. The metal clanged, the bed softly creaked, but her hands remained bound. "Tak, Janet. Tak," Snow said, reverting to her natural language. She flexed her back as she reveled in her confinement. She felt a finger place itself upon her lips, as she heard the person sitting atop shush her. Snow wasn't sure if she could comply for long.

Janet leaned down and began kissing at Snow's neck. Their chests pressed together as Janet's hair fell over Snow's face. She brought a hand up to wrap around Snow's throat as she went in for a kiss, forcing her tongue into Snow's mouth.

As soon as Janet pulled away, Snow spoke her approval. "O mój Boże, tak dobrze. Proszę. Proszę, Janet..." Her voice was low and full of desire.

Sitting up with a tut, Janet shifted her weight on top of Snow's waist. She reached over and picked up the gag, placing it against Snow's lips. With some light pressure, Snow opened her mouth to allow the leather strip in. Janet fastened it behind Snow's head, with just the right amount of tightness.

The piece of leather pulled the corners of Snow's mouth back. "Dziękuję Ci." She spoke as well as she could through the gag.

Moving her hips, Snow tried her best to press herself against the weight of Janet, desperate to give her cunt some attention. She needed it, her patience reaching its limits, yet still enjoying the denial.

She felt the presence move in the dark as it slowly left the bed. She heard it leave the room, the soft padding of footsteps growing distant. Below the blindfold, Snow's brow was furled. "Janet?" she called out.

She didn't have to wait long for the footsteps to return. The bed once again shifted beneath her as the unknown body returned to hovering above her. With barely-distinguishable words, Snow said, "Mmm. Please, Janet. I can't wait anymore." Her breathing was loud as she continued to feebly pull at her restraints. Her legs bent and straightened on the bed, hoping to goad the being into action.

"I'm not allowed to have sex with you."

Snow stopped moving as she tried to understand what Janet meant. Things were going so well, so perfect. She wasn't sure what had happened, wondering if perhaps she somehow did something wrong. "Wh... what do you mean? What's wrong, Janet?"

She clenched her eyes, flinching as the blindfold was removed, the brightness of the room assaulting her. She looked up to see the top of Janet's head in the mirror above. She was holding something in her hands. Snow looked down to see a screen facing towards her, strange patterns expanding and contracting in an unusual manner upon it.

She looked up towards Janet, noticing a complete lack of emotion on her face as Janet stared back at her. The confident, commanding presence was nowhere to be found. "I don't understand. What is this? Why did you stop?" Nervousness crept in as Snow began to feel uncomfortable with how Janet was change in demeanor. She tugged on the leather binding her hands as she became aware of her situation.

"Look at the screen and everything will make sense." Janet had barely moved her body an inch, save for the efforts it took to talk. She kept the screen aligned with Snow's face.

"Janet, you're scaring me. I don't like this, please stop," she pleaded. Snow began to struggle in earnest against her shackles as she lowered her eyes back towards the display. She had no clue as to Janet's intentions. If she was performing some sort of role-play, it wasn't one that Snow was willing to subscribe to - certainly not without being informed about it prior. She didn't like being misled like this.

At least the colors were pretty to look at, she thought.

"Keep looking at the screen. Don't take your eyes off of it," Janet continued in monotone, heedless to Snow's cries and struggles.

Regardless of how she felt about the situation, Snow understood that she was trapped. Janet wasn't doing anything harmful to her - at least not yet - so maybe her best course of action was to just do as she asked. Perhaps soon enough Janet would be satisfied with whatever it was she wanted, and then she would let Snow go. With that logic, Snow decided she would comply and stare at the screen for Janet. She still gave a few pulls with her arms, a few kicks with her legs, but the force behind them had diminished.

"Good girl. Keep looking. Let the screen pull you in as your mind goes blank."

Janet's voice was so soft, so soothing in her ears. It lulled her into a sense of peace as her thoughts seemed to come to her more slowly. She stopped trying to escape from her confines, the only pressure on her wrist being that from the force of gravity alone pulling her arms down against the leather. She continued to watch the shapes, her eyes following along of their own accord.

Janet continued her rote speech. "Almost there now. Almost ready to sleep. You want to sleep so bad, to not have to think about anything. Everything will just fade away, all your thoughts and concerns."

The room seemed to pulse in darkness as her eyelids flittered. Her head felt so heavy as she tried to hold it up so she could continue to watch the screen, the muscles in her neck already feeling sore. She wanted nothing more than to just close her eyes and let her head fall back onto the pillows. Janet wanted her to keep staring though. She had shown her the pretty shapes, so she should do what Janet asked. It was just such a struggle.

"Ready to sleep for me, Snow. Sleep, and listen to my words."

The darkness that throbbed at the edge of her vision encroached towards the center as the room went dark. She relaxed into the bed, the lazy smile trying to form on her face being obstructed by the gag that still remained in place. She was free.

Janet held the device for a moment longer as she watched Snow. Certain that she was fully under, she closed it up, locking herself out of the temporary guest account she had set up under Violet's instruction. She placed the device to the side.

"Can you hear me, Snow?"

"Yes..." came Snow's reply, sounding more like a puff of air than a word, thanks to the leather in her mouth.

Janet reached over, picking up the phone she brought with her when she went to retrieve her tablet. Typing in the number she was told to memorize, she brought the phone to her ear and waited as it rang. "She's ready," was all she said as the line was picked up.

When the voice on the other end praised her, Janet hung up, placing the phone next to the tablet. She proceeded to leave the bed, standing next to it while facing the wall, waiting as instructed. The room fell silent, with not a stir from the two occupants.

Janet drew a sharp intake of breath as she blinked rapidly. She looked around until her gaze finally settled on the girl laying on the bed. With nervous breaths, she began speaking. "Snow, there's one thing I need you to do for me."

***

Violet stood in the doorway as she stared at Snow. It had been months since the two last spoke, although 'spoke' would be a bit of an understatement. Violet could still remember the arguments they had before everything ended. She could still hear Snow's voice shouting at her in one language or another.

Part of her worried that if she approached, Snow would wake up, and the shouting would resume. She made it more than clear that she never wanted to see Violet again. Perhaps just watching from this distance would have been enough for Violet. Snow looked so peaceful as she was, almost like an angel with her beautiful white hair flowing around her head. The idea of disturbing Snow, of facing the consequences of Violet's past failures, didn't quite sit well with her.

Of course it would never be enough. Not for Violet. Especially not now that she had Janet's device. Now she could fix things, make everything right, and more. She turned her head to face Janet. She was still standing in place, facing away from the bed. She likely hadn't moved in the few minutes it took for Violet to arrive.

Things seemed to turn out well enough, much to Violet's relief. Once Rachel had informed her on where Snow had gone for the night, Violet was quick to get Janet ready. She was so careful to instruct Janet on exactly what to do. For her appearance, Janet was already roughly Snow's type, only needing a few adjustments. Her personality, though, was more difficult to mold. Violet had to tell Janet what to say, what to do, exactly how to touch Snow to get her interested. She wasn't fond of that last bit, but felt it necessary. At least after tonight, she could make sure that no one else would get to touch Snow again.

She wondered at how things had played out between the two. She wished she could have watched it all, but the risk of being spotted was too great. Was Snow dripping at the hands of Janet, the way she was when her and Violet had first met? If it went down the way Violet intended, did Snow even realize how similar the two events were?

Violet's mind drifted back to their first night together. She closed her eyes as the scene played out, Snow lying on the bed just as she was now, but with Violet on top. She recalled the first of many orgasms as she rode Snow's face, the girl strapped to the bed. The way she dominated the other woman, who loved every moment of it. The way her voice shouted at her in anger as she-

Violet was brought back to the moment at the intrusive memory. She shook her head as she pulled her hand away from her crotch. She stared back at Snow, so still and serene on the bed.

With one last moment of hestiation, Violet approached.

She sat down at the side of the bed. With her left hand, she gently caressed Snow's cheek, a despondent look on her face. It was time to fix things.

"Hey Snow, long time no see," she began, clearing her throat. "I'm going to be telling you some things, and they will become your truth. Do you understand?"

A smile crept onto Violet's face after hearing Snow's affirmation. The air of unease that she felt up to this moment began to vanish as she grew more resolute in her plan.

"You are going to forget leaving me. You still love me, just as you did at the start. Forget all the arguments we had, all the bad memories." Violet thought about Rachel, waiting patiently for her back at the shop, and the trouble that became of messing with her head. It was not something she was looking to repeat with Snow. "If any conflicts should arise regarding these lost memories, you will just ignore them, they won't bother you."

Violet leaned in closer, placing her right hand on Snow's thigh. "You will obey any command I give you, without question, without concern. You will be perfectly submissive to me, just like I knew you always wanted." Her hand crept upwards.

"Whenever you hear me say the word 'snowfall', you will return to this same exact state. When you have accepted everything I have said, I want you to wake up."

Violet stared at Snow with tense anticipation.

Drawing in a deep breath, Snow opened her eyes. When she looked over at Violet, her features softened. She tried reaching out, but her arm was held in place. When she saw the bindings holding her, a look of excitement crossed her face.

When she tried to smile, she became aware of the gag in her mouth. She pointed to it as best she could, given the limitations placed on her hand. She watched as Violet leaned forward and wrapped a hand around the back of her head to undo the strap. Their eyes never left each other's. When the strap loosened and was pulled away, Snow stretched her mouth out this way and that before letting it form into a sultry smile.

"Hey, Vi," Snow purred. She donned a worried look. "What's the matter? Why do you look so sad?"

Without responding, Violet leaned over and pressed her lips to Snow's.

Though still concerned, Snow melted into the kiss, closing her eyes in the process. She felt Violet wrap her hands around her, holding her in place. Snow struggled against her confinement to do the same, the restriction eliciting a moan that spurred Violet on even more. As the kiss dragged on, Snow opened her eyes, only then becoming aware of Janet's presence next to them.

Snow tried to speak through the kiss, but the only sounds that came out were incomprehensible mumbles. It was enough to get Violet's attention, though, prompting her to pull away. With a nervous chuckle, Snow asked, "Why is Janet standing there like that, and why did I pick her up at a bar?" She looked back at Violet for answers.

Violet grinned back in response, sliding closer to Snow on the bed. "I have something to tell you, about a gift of sorts, that I think you're going to love." She followed up by bringing her leg over and placing it between Snow's, pressing her thigh against Snow's crotch. She reached out and grabbed one of Snow's hands, their fingers entwining.

"Go on," Snow responded, still a little uncertain but loving the attention none the less.

"I created a device, just for you, capable of controlling people." Violet leaned in and began whispering into Snow's ear. "In any way you could ever imagine." She nibbled at Snow's earlobe. "Janet here volunteered to let me test it out on her." The two girls on the bed looked over at Janet as Violet continued. "She always fantasized about being a mindless slave, now she gets to live it for real. She'll do anything I ask of her, without question, completely obedient to me. Right Janet? Go ahead and turn around for me."