"You lost pretty badly last night, Kathe."
"Those were just cheap tricks. Although I must admit that he had to have practiced a lot to put on that card show. We also guessed that silly trick with the coins, so he lost too."
"You're always so proud, at least you can admit that it was fun."
"Yes ... yes, but it's curious that I can not remember the last thing he did. First it was the coins, then the cards, and then I'm drawing a blank. Do you remember everything from last night? I've never had such strong amnesia from alcohol."
"The last thing, mmn. It was a hypnosis session, that's why you can not remember."
"Hypnosis? We were hypnotized?"
"Emily and you, yes. I was just a spectator."
Katherine was beginning to remember, both of them holding hands, focused on the deep voice of the magician in the red mask.
"I remember ... I remember, it started with a ... a Greek goddess. Strangely, she felt a tickling in her belly."
"He told you a story, and you both fell deeply into a trance. I had never seen someone in a trance."
"You were going to hypnotherapy, if I recall?"
"You are correct, the Doctor has hypnotized me, to help me deal with my relationship with Clara. Even so, I have never seen another person fall to such a deep state of consciousness."
"Well, enough with the intrigue, tell me what Emily and I did while in a trance. I hope it was nothing dumb, or that magician will pay. Wait, where is Emily?"
"She is resting, I didn't want to wake her up. Actually, I do not remember much either beyond a minor detail, I pinched Emily to see if she was pretending or not. And then everything goes blank. I think I was also hypnotized." She giggled, like her regard for the matter was incidental.
"Don't you fear that he took advantage of us?" Kathe said, more intrigued than nervous.
"The bar was still full of people, I doubt they let such a strange character (Did you see the ridiculous mask that he brought?), leave with three zombie-girls." She put her arms up in front of her, imitating a classic B movie zombie.
"Hhahah, I guess you're right. I'm being a little paranoid."
"You know what? I'm hungry, Kathe. Would you prepare me breakfast?"
"No, I'm sorry, Alexa. I always make a mess in other people's kitchens. I get lost and spend all my time digging through drawers."
"I want waffles, and cereal with plenty of milk."
"Did you hear me? I'm not cooking, Alexa, sorry."
Kathe suddenly noticed a sour taste on her palate. Perhaps anticipating events to come.
"Did you notice the beautiful slippers I have on today?"
She could not help it as her eyes lowered to gaze at her friend's slippers. Pink, with rabbit ears. They looked comfortable, if somewhat mangey, but nothing beyond normal indoor wear. They were perfectly ordinary, neither cute, nor horrifying.
But she could not stop looking at them, something in her waiting on an unknown event. Her heart beat fast as Alexa lazily swung one of her legs about. The slipper was gradually sliding off, unveiling more and more skin.
The slipper fell to the floor revealing her bare foot, with the nails painted olive green. Kathe was not ready for that. She wanted to look up and complain about Alexa disrespecting her dear friend. But the pull was stronger than any will she could possess. She did not notice her own teeth biting her lip, burning with desire, much less her hands writhing in consternation, squeezing the seat of the chair.
That foot, it was somehow wholly new to her. She would swear that she'd seen Alexa's feet before, but never truly discerned their beauty. They were perfect, good instep, a bow with golden proportions, small and well proportioned toes, well-cared-for skin, without calluses or scars. The matte finish of the nails capped off what seemed the eighth wonder of the universe to Kathe. Alexa wiggled her toes left to right, and then back the other way, exhibiting her vitality.
"There is no doubt ... those are the feet of a princess ... No! Of a queen ... no, it's not ... it's ... the foot of a Goddess..." She thought while her tongue twisted senselessly inside her open mouth.
"Look into my eyes, are you going to do what I asked?"
"I am going to do it." Kathe answered, terrified by what she had said previously.
She watched those bright, emerald green eyes which stripped her to the soul.
"How could I dare to disobey a Goddess? Am I crazy? ... Maybe if I please her enough I can lick her instep, with that pretty tattoo ... 'love' ... Goddess, Oh, great Goddess of love and wisdom! ..."
She stood up, and marched off to attend to her orders, she would carefully prepare breakfast for her Goddess.
"Kathe." She stopped in her tracks—First, make me a coffee, with two tablespoons of sugar. Tell me what you have to do, slave.
"With pleasure, my Goddess. A coffee, with two tablespoons of sugar, waffles, and cereal plentiful in milk."
"Very good! Chop chop, Kathe, it's getting late."
Kathe's ass swung from side to side as she entered the kitchen, completely naked. Her nude body had some identification written on it in lipstick: "Dirty" across her tits, with the 'i' on her right nipple. "Slave" diagonally across her abdomen. "Submissive" right above her pussy. And dangerously close to her clitoris, the impression of her Goddess's lips.
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"I exist to please my Goddess ... ... Her pleasure is my pleasure ... To obey is my destiny ... I have no will, I submit to the desires of my Goddess ... I exist only to please my Goddess ..."
Alexa looked at Emily, who lay face up, with her legs spread-eagled, her buttocks no doubt cramping from holding the same position for so long. She placed her finger on the skin covered in coconut oil, and slid it about, enjoying the flat belly and soft tits of her friend.
