Amy stepped on something hard. She had just toweled off from the shower, and she had left the bathroom to grab some clothes from her dresser when she felt it dig into the heel of her bare foot. It didn't feel sharp, but she definitely noticed when she put her weight on whatever it was. When she lifted her foot up, she felt it sticking to the sole. Gingerly, she stepped over to the bed and sat down to take a closer look at it.
It was a button. The sight of it made Amy smile-it had been over a month since Dawn's visit, but Amy was still finding buttons scattered about her bedroom from where Dawn had ripped her shirt open. Amy held the button between her thumb and forefinger, remembering the way that Dawn had pulled her blouse almost completely off in a moment of lust-filled abandon. Dawn had spent what seemed like forever playing with Amy's breasts that afternoon, stroking every inch of the smooth skin as she whispered mantras of surrender into Amy's pliant mind.
Amy stared at the button, but she wasn't really looking at it. She was thinking about how hard Dawn had made her come, just from touching her breasts. She was remembering the sensation of her nipples gathering into hard, tight buds underneath Dawn's fingers, the whispering tug as Dawn had pulled first one, then the other to attention. She was thinking about Dawn's voice commanding her, reaching deep down into her blank and empty mind and soothing it into mindless obedience. She was picturing herself, her eyes misted over with hypnotized bliss, repeating her mantras in a state of aching arousal as Dawn tweaked her stiff nipples over and over again.
Amy's fingers mimicked the motions she remembered so well, roaming over her own breasts in a slow tease as she gazed at the button. The memory felt so strong that she could lose herself in it, letting everything else fall away as she focused her eyes on the small white circle of plastic and drifted into an erotic reverie. It felt so hot to remember Dawn's control, overwhelming her completely and swamping her mind with vacant, docile bliss. It felt so sexy to flick her own nipples, first one, then the other, thinking of Mistress Dawn's commands and the way they were so hot, so sexy, so impossible to resist. It felt so good to realize that she was fixated completely on the small object between her fingers, that she was falling into a hypnotic trance staring at the button and she couldn't fight it. It felt so fucking fantastic to remember that this was exactly what she was programmed to do, and she was obeying perfectly.
Amy's eyes unfocused as her trance deepened, letting the pleasure slowly melt away all her thoughts. Her fingers caressed her breasts, but her hazy mind couldn't help imagining Dawn's hands on her body, Dawn's hands finding exactly where she needed to be touched and leaving her gasping with need. Amy shivered with arousal, staring at the button but no longer seeing anything at all. The fantasy had become so complete now that she no longer noticed her surroundings at all.
Amy could feel her pussy growing slick with desire. She was going to need another shower after this, but that didn't matter. There was nothing urgent she needed to do, so she could sink deeply into Dawn's control just like she was programmed to do and allow all her thoughts to drain out of her mind into her horny slavecunt. She could give in completely to her brainwashing and follow the commands of her Mistress. She could obey, so she would obey. She always obeyed. The button fell from her limp and unresisting fingers and rolled off into a corner of the room.
Amy stood up, both her hands now caressing her tingling breasts, and walked over to her computer. She spread her towel over the computer chair, then sat down and booted up the computer, taking her fingers away from her tits only when necessary. Once she was logged in, she launched Skype. She clicked on her contact list and after a few moments, she heard a familiar voice on the other end of the line. "Hi, Amy!" Dawn said, sounding overjoyed to hear from her. "What do you need?"
What Amy needed was a good hard fuck, but instead she heard herself say in surprisingly normal tones, "Oh, I just found another button. Is now a good time?"
There was a slight pause, and then Dawn responded with, "This is a good time, pet. Go ahead and turn on the webcam." Amy reached up and pressed a button on the small webcam mounted on top of her monitor. She didn't remember seeing it before, and her pussy surged with heat at the realization that Dawn's hypnotic control had prevented her from noticing it. It had been there ever since Dawn's visit, but Amy's waking self had looked at it dozens of times without ever seeing it. Because Dawn had told her to forget about it, and she had obeyed like a good girl should. That felt so fucking hot to Amy right now. It felt even hotter to realize that she'd had this exact realization a dozen times before, and had forgotten it every single time on waking.
"There we go, pet," Dawn said. Her icon switched over to a live feed from a webcam of her own, showing her leaning back in her computer chair wearing a flowery dress that was already hiked up to her waist. "It's so nice to see you like this. You're so deep already, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," Amy said, lightly pulling on her nipples as she spoke. She could see, in the lower corner of the screen, a smaller image of herself moving in time to her actions. The sight of herself, staring unseeing into the camera and fondling her tits in mindless devotion, caused a wave of tingling heat to course through her pussy.
"Good girl," Dawn purred. She rubbed her cunt lightly through her panties. "You're obeying so well, pet. Just like I told you to. Your deep self knew just what to do, didn't it?"
"Yes, Mistress," Amy replied. The sound of her own hypnotized voice sent her even deeper into trance. "Whenever I find a button on the floor, it puts me into a deep, obedient trance for you as long as it is safe to do so. I must call you whenever I find a button and go into trance." As she spoke the words, she could hear Dawn repeating them to her on the last day of her visit. "My waking self does not remember because it does not need to remember. It feels good when you give my waking self permission to forget the things it does not need to remember, because I am a good girl and I obey."
"Good girl!" Dawn's rubbing had become a little more insistent. "Stand up for me now, pet."
Amy stood up from her chair, taking a step or two back in order to make sure that her Mistress had a good view of her body. Her hands hadn't left her breasts since the moment she turned on the webcam, and the individual tingles of pleasure had long ago merged into a slow, rolling wave of sensual heat that flowed through her body over and over again. "I obey," she responded in sleepy tones, with only the pitch of her voice giving away her arousal.
"Good pet," Dawn said. The arousal in her voice was clear and unmistakable. "Tell me, pet...how many times have you masturbated since we last talked?"
Amy's waking self thought the last time they'd talked was a week ago, when they'd spent an hour on the phone together gossiping about politics, but her deep self knew better. "Seven," she said.
"In three days?" Dawn grinned wickedly. "Sounds like you've been a very horny little slut, haven't you?"
Amy clenched her thighs together, feeling the heat spike in her pussy. "Yes, Mistress," she said. It was absolutely true-ever since Dawn's visit, Amy's libido had gone into overdrive. She'd jilled off every single night since then thinking of one moment or another during their sex-filled weekend, and most mornings as well. It was part of why they'd decided to try giving a long-distance relationship a go-they had both agreed that missing out on sex that good was just fucking stupid. And even if Amy's waking mind didn't remember every single time Dawn played with her, Dawn made sure it remembered enough of them to keep her happy. And pretty much constantly turned on.
