Janet's finger twitched, tapping against her thumb, as she took in the scene before her. When Snow had asked her to come over, Janet presumed it was to convince her to let them use the device. She wanted to stay home, and had even considered texting Snow to decline the invitation, but that would only result in subjecting herself to her own thoughts in her quiet, oppressive bedroom. At least by accepting she would have some way of keeping her mind occupied with the company of others. Now that she was here, the reality of Snow's intentions were not something Janet could have prepared for.
To see the two sitting there, eyes glazed, motionless, thoughtless... Janet felt like she had been shoved into the deep end of a pool, her negative thoughts and reservations threatening to pull her under. As her head bobbed beneath the surface, she could hear her own muffled voice warning her. It reinforced her beliefs that nothing good had come from pursuing her ambitions. It reminded her of Rachel. The words wrapped around her and started dragging her deeper and deeper. The sparkling blue light above began to dim as the water pressed on her chest, tightening all around her.
Snow, though... Snow believed in her. She said there was something within Janet. What was it she saw? Janet didn't know, but she could hear Snow's voice through the water, as clear as day. It fought against her own voice, suffocating it. Snow reached through the depths, cutting the line that was pulling Janet under. When she breached the surface, all that was left was silence and the two patient bodies before her.
To see them so docile, ready to do anything that was asked, rekindled something in Janet that had been dormant for too long. That Snow had so willingly offered them both up only fueled that spark. The building desire warred with her instinct to give up and run, leaving her to choose which path to take.
In the end, it wasn't even a choice.
She made her way forward, eyes darting between both blank faces. When she reached the table, she rested her hand on the back of the chair. Violet and Snow were just a few feet away.
She thought about what she wanted to do as she closed her eyes, a dozen fantasies playing through her head. In each one, she could see their absolute obedience as they kneeled before her. They stared up at her, their eyes begging despite any thought behind them.
When Janet opened her own eyes, she gasped.
Violet and Snow had both pushed their chairs back and were kneeling on the floor, still enraptured by the screen that lay on the table. At some point, lost in her own vivid imagination, she must have given them an order. She clenched her thighs, the thrill an appetizer of what was to come.
"Violet, Snow, can you hear me?" she asked, her voice shaky with remnants of uncertainty and her growing hunger.
Both women hissed their response in unison.
Such a wonderful sound to Janet. "While in trance, you are to address me as Mistress. After every command I give, you are to respond with 'Yes, Mistress.' If I ever say 'Drop for me' after your name, you will return to this same state, obedient only to me. Do you understand?" Janet held her breath. 'So much for small steps', she thought.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet's heart fluttered as her cunt spasmed. She let out a moan, gripping the back of the chair until her knuckles went white.
"I want you to move back," she instructed. As the two crawled on their knees, Janet rounded the table, turning off her device in the process.
Violet and Snow continued to stare at where the wonderful lights had been.
Janet hopped up on the table, knowing that before long she wouldn't be able to stand anyways. From her position, she towered over her two subjects, and it felt right.
"Listen to me. I am going to say something to you, and when I do, I want you to repeat it. As you repeat the words, feel them become your truth. Absorb them into yourselves fully. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet spoke the words she so desperately needed to hear them say. When she was done, she commanded them to begin.
"We are slaves to Mistress. We have no thoughts or wills of our own. Only through Mistress do we have any purpose. Mistress tells us what to think, and we obey. Mistress tells us what to do, and we obey. We obey Mistress."
The two monotone voices came out in perfect synchronicity. After every phrase, Janet could feel the foreshocks of an orgasm ripple through her, her skin tingling as her cunt cried out for attention. When the silence came, she felt empty. "Keep repeating your mantra until I command you to stop. Look up at me as you do so."
Violet and Snow both fixed their gaze on Janet as they continued their lines. "We are slaves to Mistress. We have no thoughts or wills of our own. Only through Mistress do we have any purpose. Mistress tells us what to think, and we obey. Mistress tells us what to do, and we obey. We obey Mistress." When they were done, they started again.
Janet closed her eyes and listened to them drone on, relishing in the sensations brought on by their words. Her hand made for her crotch, but she denied it access. She wanted to savor this moment more than anything. She needed more. "I want you both to start stripping for me. Slowly. Begin."
"We are slaves to Mistress." Snow crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her shirt. "We have no thoughts or wills of our own." Raising her arms up, she pulled the fabric over her head before letting it fall to the floor.
Janet reached out and brushed the hair away from Snow's face after it had been disrupted by the movement. She held her by the chin as she stared into Snow's blank eyes.
"Only through Mistress do we have any purpose." Violet was working at her pants and underwear now. She had to reposition herself to remove both garments, but returned to kneeling when she had finished. "Mistress tells us what to think, and we obey."
"Mistress tells us what to do, and we obey." Snow peeled the socks off her feet, her sex already glistening in the still air. When her bra joined the rest of the clothes on the floor, both women had finished their task. "We obey Mistress."
