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They lay in bed, tangled together, staring up at the ceiling. Boudica stared upwards, an arm curled around her girlfriend, Margaretha, who was known to the world as Mata Hari. Margaretha, for her part, was staring at Boudica, a hand reaching up to stroke at Boudica's cheek. “What are you thinking about, Boudica, love?” Her voice was gentle, caring, kind. Their bodies close together, warmth shared as they lay there, resting on the bed, not ready for sleep, but with no better place to relax. No better place could exist than being on that bed, together.
Boudica thought, eyes shifting to a different spot on the ceiling. “The Singularities. The Lostbelts. Our Master, and her kindness.” She shifted, pulling Margaretha in closer. “It's... a lot to think about.”
Margaretha smiled, softly, lovingly, bringing her head in closer to kiss Boudica on the cheek. “Do you want to think about it less?”
Boudica's head turned, a gentle flush slowly spreading across her cheeks. “Oh... you're in a mood tonight, then?”
Margaretha giggled. “Of a sort, yes.”
Boudica's blushing face grew into a soft smile. “What sort of mood?”
Margaretha reached up, stroking through Boudica's hair. “Well. I want to see you happy, unbothered. Pleasured, if you wish it. That's enough for me, tonight.” She grinned, just a little. “But of course, my mood might depend on your mood as well...”
Boudica shyly averted her eyes, her smile and her blush growing in concert. “I would... rather like not having to think, yes. To just... be.” She chanced a look up, at her girlfriend's face, full of warmth and kindness and acceptance. “To bring you joy and happiness, in whatever way you wish for me to. For me to love what makes you happiest.” Her hand reached up, tender, tentative. “If my desires must change, for tonight, to indulge you in this, then so be it.”
Margaretha's eyes widened, briefly, before her face regained some semblance of its composure, a blush of her own crossing her cheeks. “You would want that, my love? To let me change what you love, for my happiness?”
Boudica nodded, gently pulling Margaretha's hand to her lips, giving it a tender, timid, reverential kiss. “I would. Change me, for tonight. And...” She swallowed. “And let me fall asleep like that, in that bliss.”
Margaretha felt her heart swell, at the permission that granted her. Years back, when their relationship was new – even months back, when it was not as old as it was now – Margaretha would have asked if Boudica knew what she was asking. But she knew, and she knew she knew, and Margaretha knew she knew, and Boudica knew that Margaretha knew. These conversations had been done time and again, and while there were still some secrets between them, some things too painful or secret to share even with each other, everything that mattered to say had been said.
And so Margaretha nodded. “Okay. For you, I'll grant you that, so you may indulge me how you wish.” She reached, and helped Boudica up to a sitting position. She paused, thinking everything through. If a line was ever crossed, truly crossed, Boudica could escape her hypnosis in a moment's thought.
That knowledge, at least, made things easier.
She called upon her mana, drawing it up into herself. “Now then, my Boudica,” she intoned, magic beginning to suffuse her words.
Her eyes opened, and her Noble Phantasm slipped seamlessly into Boudica's mind.
“Drown in me...”
Pet smiled. She was a good pet, for her Owner. Loved, treasured, cared for. And so, what Owner wanted, Owner got.
“Mmm... my pet needs to wear the right clothing,” Owner said, that wonderful caring smile on Her face. A Command! Pet had been told A Thing To Do! Pet Barked, as she had to let Owner know she heard, and she began to remove her current, incorrect clothing, so she could wear what she was Supposed To. Very soon, Pet was sitting there, smiling, eager, naked, ready for Owner to put the Right Clothes on her – or, as She did sometimes, to give her the clothes to put on herself.
Owner had moved, of course, while Pet was stripping off the Wrong Clothes. But that was okay. Pet needed to listen to Owner, and so it did not matter what Owner did, as long as Pet did what she was supposed to. Owner was reaching into a box She'd pulled out from under the bed, the box where Pet's toys and Right Clothes were kept. She sat there, eagerly, waiting for Owner to tell her what to do next.
“All right, we'll go with these tonight. Stand up, my beloved pet. Spread your legs, arms behind your back.”
Pet obeyed without question, rising to her feet, her legs spread apart to give Owner access to whatever She wanted to do, her arms behind her back to let her bared chest stand on proud display. Owner smiled at her, and Pet's heart filled with joy – her Owner was happy! She was happy! That meant Pet had done well!
Owner knelt down, Her face level with her groin, something held in Her hand. There was a soft noise, and she looked down, though her breasts were in the way for her to get the truest view of what was happening.
“Hold still, my pet.”
A Command, and Pet Obeyed. She stopped moving at once, stopped trying to see what She was up to, and let Her do what She wished. Pet moaned softly, feeling the gentle touch to her clit, and the small stud piercing she wore there.
Her Owner moved deftly, unfastening the piercing and sliding it out of Pet's clit, before she felt her Owner smearing a slippery fluid against her anal ring. “And relax, my lovely pet... let me fit this inside.”
Pet obeyed. Of course Pet obeyed. How could she not?
She relaxed her openings, and her Owner's finger slipped inside her behind, a tingle spreading through Pet's body as She got her ready for her Correct Clothes. Soon, she felt the twin lengths touch her entrances, Owner pressing them inside – and she was Relaxed, and so in they slid, where they Belonged.
She moaned. It was not a sound of pleasure, because pleasure was not a strong enough word to describe this. This was completeness, fullness, a Thing Set Right, a Purpose Being Fulfilled. The twin dildos slid deep up into Pet's body, settling into their perfect place. Her anus was stretched, the blub of the rear shaft spreading her wide to accommodate – but with a final push, the two lengths were Home. Her Owner adjusted the backing plate, and soon Pet's clit was poking through a small hole at the front, and She was threading the stud piercing back into place, screwing back on the little cap that held it.
Pet's clit kept the Right Clothes on in the front. Pet's anus kept the Right Clothes on in the back. Both would have to let go for them to be removed, and one Could Not Let Go, so the other could not either.
It was Perfect, and she was fulfilled.
Owner rose, slowly, and she felt a soft tug on her clit, the gentle sound of a chain reaching her ears. She moaned at the sensation, at the thought, her eyes slipping closed as Owner reached her chest, reached the similar stud piercings in her nipples. First the right, then the left. Owner slipped the stud out of each nipple in turn, before replacing it, a delicate little jewelry stirrup threaded onto the stud, her three piercings chained together in beautiful gold. It did not hurt, but all three chains were pulled ever so slightly Tight – even a gentle tremor to one would flow to the other two in an instant.
Owner smiled, reaching down to the point where all three chains connected. There was a gentle click, and a soft but unmistakable new weight was placed there. “Good girl,” Owner said, Her smile full of kindness and caring and love and love and love.
And then Owner turned on the vibrator she'd clipped to Pet's piercings, and Pet cried out. It wasn't strong, but it was more than enough, more than enough for Pet to feel, more than enough to pleasure Pet.
Owner smiled, returning to the box with the Correct Clothes. “Enjoy yourself, my beautiful pet, while I get the rest of your clothes.”
And so Pet did. She didn't move, because she had not been told to. She didn't need to, not to enjoy this. Her clit tingled, her nipples ached wonderfully, her holes squeezed and milked around the toys buried within them, as her arousal slowly climbed.
Her Owner did not take long to fetch what She was after. “Arms out, please,” she commanded, and Pet obeyed. Long black gloves were slipped over Pet's arms, delicate fabric running all the way up to her biceps. Opera gloves , some part of her knew. Not that the name mattered. Her Owner wanted her to wear them, and Her will was what mattered here.
Owner then pressed a pair of long black stockings into Pet's hands. “And put these on, my pet,” she said, a care and love in her voice that Pet treasured. She sat down on the bed, a shudder running up her back as the motion pressed the toys deeper inside her holes, before sliding the thigh-high stockings onto her legs, one at a time. They went up so high, almost to her crotch plate! Her Owner grinned, helping her up to her feet, slipping a garter belt around her waist and beneath her delicate chain before She attached the stockings to it, ensuring they'd never slide down.
“Perfect.” She was perfect. She was perfect, Owner had said so! Her heart sang, even as her pleasure and arousal climbed.
Owner sat down in Her chair, then patted Her lap. “Sit down, my lovely pet. Get comfy. I wish to cuddle you and read.”
Pet obliged, eagerly settling into Owner's lap. She nestled close, her arousal slowly climbing as the vibrator kept up its steady work. This was perfect. Owner smiled, helping her get into the position She most wanted. Sat sideways in Her lap, with her arm behind Her shoulders, Her arm cradling her close, Her hand on her chest, cupping her breast. Pet closed her eyes, letting the bliss of the moment wash through her, as Owner gently stroked at her bosom. “Good pet,” She said, and she felt her heart sing even louder. Owner finally picked up Her book, opening it to the first page, as She began to read.
Pet cuddled in. She hadn't been given any new command, any new instruction, but she didn't mind. She didn't care. Owner was holding her, Owner was here, she was with Her, and that was enough. Her nipples and her clit tingled with the buzzing vibrator, keeping her aroused and horny, just how She wanted her to be. She didn't move, didn't try to do anything to soothe that fire building in her, or – Owner forbid! - try to cum. She just lay there, in her Owner's lap, closed her eyes, and was.
Her Owner did not read quickly, taking Her time to both enjoy the story and enjoy Her pet in Her lap. Occasionally, She would compliment her, letting Her voice grace her ears. “My pretty pet.” “My lovely girl.” “Such a cutie.” And she would give a happy sigh, and press in a little closer against Her. Sometimes, She would reach and turn the vibrator just a little higher, letting her arousal climb to a new plateau. Her holes, she could feel, were rhythmically clenching and milking at the toys pressed deep inside them. Her clit pulsed and throbbed, aching in a mixture of soreness and pleasure alongside her nipples.
It was heavenly. It was divine. It was perfect.
The hours slipped by, one by one, as Owner read, and Pet relaxed and loved. She was so horny, and her holes wanted to not just be filled, but be fucked. Her nipples and clit ached, the gentle tension straining them the entire time. It was the most relaxing, soothing evening Pet had ever known.
Owner yawned, finally, a languid stretch that Pet felt honored to see. “Bedtime, my adorable pet. You're going to be my body pillow all night long.”
Pet's heart soared in delight, and she helped herself off of Her lap. Owner took Her time, changing out of Her clothes into ones made of soft cuddly flannel. Pet wiggled in excitement, making sure to get the excess energy out before she would be called on to be Her body pillow – she didn't want to disturb Her sleep!
Soon, She was there, laying down in bed, patting the spot in front of Her. Pet moved eagerly, happily, slipping into her Owner's kind embrace, pulled back close against Her, feeling Her chest on her back, Her arms around her waist, Her legs entwining with hers, the soft cuddly fleece such a delight against her skin. Owner reached carefully, tweaking the vibrator, at last, to its highest setting, and Pet felt the relaxing pleasure overtake her. “Good night, my wonderful pet,” Owner said, nestling Her face into Pet's upper back, as she reveled in the soothing sensations. The intense tingle at her clit, the powerful buzz at her nipples. The feeling of her holes so utterly stuffed full. And, best of all, Owner's body, close to hers, wrapped around hers.
She could not help but drift off to sleep, the happiest pet in the world.
A soft alarm beeped, helping Pet back up to the waking world. The small vibrator's battery had died during the night, but Pet did not care. It was for pleasure while awake and for helping her get to sleep – she didn't need it to stay asleep. She reached out, turning off the alarm and giving a languid stretch, before settling back into Owner's embrace.
Owner gave a pleased sigh, nuzzling into her shoulder, as She slowly awoke as well. “Mmmm... good morning, my pet. Sleep well?” Pet nodded, giving a happy bark. She was horny, of course she slept well! Pet needed to be good and turned on to get a good night's sleep. That was how she worked, simple as that, and She had been more than willing to oblige.
Owner chuckled, gently kissing Pet on the cheek. “You're going to have a busy day today, my lovely pet. So we need to figure out just how you're going to have that busy day, don't we?” Pet tilted her head, a little confused, but entirely accepting. Owner was right, of course, and she knew that. So she just needed to wait for Her to explain Herself.
Owner smiled, kissing Her way across her face, slowly, gently, bringing her head around so She could kiss her on the lips. It was gentle, it was tender, it was so impossibly full of love.
Boudica moaned, shuddering as the arousal of the night cascaded over her, no longer hypnotically held back from reacting. She reached, grabbing Margaretha eagerly as she pulled her tight, her poor abused nipples and clit so aching with need, even as they pressed up against her girlfriend's soft, tickling flannel!
She finally pulled back, her cheeks at last flush with the heat of her long arousal. “Oohhhh... Margaretha, I need to cum,” she begged, as her girlfriend gave a giggle, shyly averting her eyes.
“That's... part of what I want to ask,” she said, before gently slipping a lock of hair behind her ear. Boudica watched, confused for a bit, before remembering – right, the signal. If she was still hypnotized, even a little, she'd have been compelled to kiss her then and there. She was making sure Boudica was entirely in her own right mind – or at least, as right a mind as she could have after having been pleasured and edged all damn night long!
“W... well, then ask it! Please!”
Margaretha smiled, shyly, that earlier confidence as Boudica's “Owner” having passed. “W...would you want to... uh... keep wearing this all day today?”
Boudica's brain hitched. All day? Trussed up in chains and piercings and deep plugs inside her, wearing opera gloves and stockings and whatever her girlfriend wished?
She shuddered, a moan passing her lips at the thought of being edged and denied all day long, loving it so much in the moment to not even want release.
“Oh my gods I think I just came a little.”
Margaretha giggled, before biting her lip. “So, uh... was that a yes?”
Boudica squirmed in place. “Th...they'd ask questions if I wore the gloves in the kitchen.”
Margaretha nodded. “But we could give you an outfit that'd hide the rest?” A simple question. One with no hint of hypnosis behind it... but with more than a little of a different kind of suggestion.
Boudica moaned at the thought. “We... we could.”
Margaretha reached up, stroking at Boudica's head. “So is that a yes, then?”
Boudica swallowed, cheeks shot through with solid crimson. “If you let me out tonight to cum, then... it... it is.”
Margaretha nodded, giving Boudica a loving kiss. “You know I couldn't force you to stay hypnotized if you didn't want it.”
Boudica blushed more, a shy smile dancing on her lips. “Wh... which is why I want you to let me out,” she admitted.
Margaretha paused, letting the meaning behind that statement hang over her. The power that Boudica was admitting she held over her. She loved being hypnotized, her mind being molded into whatever Margaretha wished.
But it was a relationship built on trust, and that trust was something Margaretha refused to betray.
“I promise, my Boudica.” She smiled, a little playful smirk dancing on her features. “And I will let you back in, right after, if you so wish.”
Boudica's brilliant blush refused to fade, as a large smile split her face. “W... well then. We'd better... um... better get me ready, so they don't suspect.”
Margaretha's playful smirk melted smoothly into a warm, loving smile. “I suppose we'd better.” She focused, channeling her mana. “Well then...”
She touched Boudica's chest with a hand, her magic flowing, as her Noble Phantasm wormed its way back into Boudica's mind, and Pet came to the fore once more.
“Drown in me.”