Morgan could barely contain her excitement as she raced to the counseling center. It was all so clear to her now. Of
course
Ms. Ryan was Mistress, of
course
she chose Morgan for this game of hers. Ms. Ryan had always supported Morgan, always treated her with a level of respect and genuine compassion beyond anyone else Morgan had ever come across.
She knew Morgan had what it took to get to the bottom of the mystery, and more than that, she must have seen the dominant side Morgan didn't even know she had. Why else would she want Morgan to run through the list? It wasn't just to help Morgan get over her hesitation in regards to sex, it was to help her break out of being the shy, lonely girl she'd been all her life.
As she swung open the door to the waiting room, Morgan beamed like she hadn't in years. She walked up to the counter and tapped the glass window, startling the young woman-
Carly? Cindy? I can never remember.
- behind the desk.
"M-Morgan!" she gasped. "You startled me!"
"Sorry!" Morgan giggled. "Is Ms. Ryan available right now?"
"Do you have an appointment with her? I don't think we have you on the calendar until next week..."
"It's, uh, kind of an emergency. Is she with someone else?"
"Oh! Let me ask her." The woman hit a button on her speaker phone. "Annie? Morgan's here, she says it's an emergency."
"Gosh, if it's an emergency, send her in right away!" Ms. Ryan always sounded so sweet and kind when Morgan talked with her. It was hard to believe she was secretly running a brainwashed lesbian slave ring, but then it was also pretty hard to believe there even
was
such a thing as a "brainwashed lesbian slave ring." Morgan had come to accept a lot of things that sounded outlandish over the past day.
The door next to the counter unlocked. Morgan stepped through and thanked the woman behind the desk before practically skipping down the hall towards Ms. Ryan's office. She'd been to this room dozens of times, but now it felt so different. Part of it was that she now knew what really went on during their sessions, that Ms. Ryan hypnotized her and did who knows what with her entranced body. But she also felt so much more
alive
than before, so energized and upbeat and just plain
happy
.
She knocked on the door, but didn't even wait for Ms. Ryan to finish saying "come in" before she turned the handle and swung it open wide, almost slamming it into the wall. "Hi, Ms. Ryan!"
Ms. Ryan blinked. "Uh... hi?"
Morgan giggled and sat down in the same chair she always sat in. She wondered how many girls had come into this room and been hypnotized by Ms. Ryan. Dozens? Hundreds?
"Now, uh, Morgan," Ms. Ryan said, a bit unnerved by Morgan's chipper disposition, "you said there was an emergency. Did you have a panic attack? Did you get overwhelmed on the way to class?"
"Oh, no, it's nothing like that," Morgan said in a sing-song. "I just wanted to thank you."
"Thank me?" Ms. Ryan raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah!" Morgan reached into her pocket and pulled out the black book. "For this!"
Ms. Ryan's eyes narrowed. Her puzzled expression switched to a thin-lipped smile. "Ah. So you found me out."
"Mhm!" Morgan beamed. "See, after we got all the cheerleaders - oh, Chloe helped me out, by the way - we followed Bethany over to the observatory where she met Jennifer. And let me say, Bethany's a
great
choice, super hot, she's gonna be an
awesome
slave! Anyway, we interrupted Jennifer while she was dropping Bethany, and we made her show us that room you've got in the observatory. I didn't know the brainwashing setup would be so retro? When did you start doing-"
"Shut up!" Ms. Ryan shouted.
Morgan froze. She'd never seen Ms. Ryan so angry before. "U-Um. D-Did I do something wrong?"
"Yes!" Ms. Ryan groaned, not even attempting to hide the exasperation in her voice. "You cheated. You didn't run through all the names."
"Wh-What? How do you know I didn't?"
"Because," Ms. Ryan seethed, standing up from her desk, "if you
had
, you would've dropped into trance, waltzed on over here, given Cathy the trigger phrase, and then you both would be on your knees right now."
"...Oh." Morgan didn't know how else to respond.
Why is she acting like this? She was never so mean before.
"'Oh?' That's all you have to say?" Ms. Ryan rolled her eyes. "Well, at least you said it without stuttering. God, I can't
stand
it when you get like that."
Morgan's jaw dropped. "Wh-What?"
"See! There it is! God, you can't even get one word out, can you?"
"I-I..." Morgan felt sick to her stomach. What was going on? Why was Ms. Ryan attacking her?
"What?" Ms. Ryan pouted mockingly. "What is it? Speak up, dumbass!"
Morgan felt tears welling up. "Stop it! I thought you
cared
about me!"
Ms. Ryan paused for a moment. Then she laughed. "What did you say? Oh, that's just priceless!" She stepped closer. "Wake up, Morgan! I make college sluts into my own personal harem, do you
really
think I care about any of them?"
"B-Buh... But..." Morgan felt like she was trapped in a nightmare. She wanted to wake up. She wanted to escape. "I n-need to... to go..."
"Oh?" Ms. Ryan backed up, her anger suddenly disappearing. "Then by all means. The door is right there."
Morgan sniffled.
Is she... really gonna let me go?
It sounded like a trap. But she still found herself rising to her feet and slowly walking towards the door. Her hand brushed the handle.
"Subspiral casekeeper," said Ms. Ryan.
Morgan had just a single moment to realize what was happening before her mind vanished into the abyss. She felt all her strength, all her will to leave vanishing. Her chin fell to her chest, and she heard herself say, "I am hypnotized, I must obey."
And it was true. It sounded so completely, irrefutable correct. Arguing against it felt like denying the laws of gravity. Morgan was hypnotized. Morgan had to obey.
"Back in the chair," Mistress commanded.
Morgan did as she was told. The thought of doing anything else never crossed her mind. Thoughts in general weren't crossing her mind anymore. There was nothing but emptiness and obedience now, which Mistress was more than happy to fill.
When Morgan flopped lifelessly into the chair, Mistress said "Keep your head up. I want you to look at me while I'm talking to you." Even though her body felt so heavy, she found she could lift her head with perfect ease.
"Oh, yes," Mistress sighed wistfully, "I never get tired of that. There's nothing like the face of a girl so helplessly, blissfully brainwashed."
The mental image briefly flickered in Morgan's mind. She'd seen the face Mistress was talking about, and knew just how beautiful it was to behold. But the memory was simply that - a flicker. It came and went too fast for it to mean anything.
"Lift up your shirt," Mistress commanded.
"Yes, Mistress." Morgan grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, exposing her plain cotton bra.
"Oh, I should have you get in touch with Summer after this," Mistress muttered. She got up and stretched, yawning a little, before walking over to Morgan and pulling down her bra, circling her thumb over Morgan's tiny pink nipples. "What did you think would happen when you came here?"
"I thought... you would be proud of me." Morgan's words spilled out of her freely, no filter or anxiety to get in the way. "I thought you wanted me to... be more confident. Dominant."
