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Imprints

Codes : MC, F/F, Fdom, NC

This story contains erotic/sexual situations. Please refrain from
reading if you are offended by this, and/or under legal age in
your area.


Note: in this story, asterisks (*) denote the use of italics.


####


I moistened my lips with a taste of Vermouth Cassis, resting the
glass carefully back on the uneven table, and wrapped my fingers
along its cold edge to keep it from spilling. Distorted lights
played along its rim, and I watched it with lazy eyes as I
settled back in a funky Victorian settee, refurbished in an
eclectic mix of patterned fabrics. The after-work crowd was
ebbing away slowly, replaced by the first swarm of evening
patrons, girls grouped in twos and threes, out for a night of
drinks and fun. Conversations formed a low buzz around me, and I
caught snippets of it as my foot thumped the weathered terra
cotta tile floor, to the beat of slight impatience.

*Fling* was a classy place, and a godsend to any girl who hated
the hassle of guesswork that came with catching the eye of a lady
at mainstream clubs. Its lure had been an instant draw for me, a
place that reinvented itself from one night to the next, without
frightening the usual clientele away with the occasional influx
of women attracted by a well advertised special event. Tanya and
I religiously a kept pair of appointments to the place every
week, one for the mindless fun that possessed us to a techno beat
on dance night, and another for the more cozy, romantic ambiance
that ruled the Thursday evenings.

My eyes wandered, glancing out through the double-height,
floor-to-ceiling windows and the street stretching past it,
before veering back inside, up the faux timbered ceiling obscured
by a haze of gray cigarette smoke, all along the mezzanine, and
back down to the massive oak bar on my left. Tanya's recognizable
dash of red hair hadn't caught my eye yet, so I scanned the crowd
for the shape of her silhouette instead, and almost jumped out of
my pumps when Justine appeared next to me, breathless and fluid,
lowering herself gently on the seat next to mine, a siren riding
the crest of a wave that carried her upon a flat, sandy beach.

Her wink snapped me out of my surprise. "Don't stare, dearie, but
I think I just lost you a drink from table two."

I managed a smile, feeling a sudden flush. Her flawless mascara
enhanced the familiar beauty of her features, but her wide-set
eyes seemed even more gorgeous under a touch of liner and
semi-matte. She ran her arm along the backrest, and nudged her
shoulder against mine.

"How did you know-"

"I was in consultation when you called the clinic. Tried reaching
you but your cell must have been off. I gave Tanya a holler and
she told me she was meeting you here later tonight."

I gave a tense nod as she slid her leg against mine, my stomach
churning while I reminded myself why things were over between us.
This time, I only had to lower my gaze, and catch the shape of
her breasts, barely contained by the tight cups of the outrageous
little lycra number she wore. It was prudishly covered by a
slightly open double-breasted jacket, but my vantage point
assured me a privileged view.

A mixture of arousal mingled to obscure my thoughts for a moment.
Sensing it, she leaned over, propping an elbow on the table next
to my drink, and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. Her
follow-up drew envious stares from a passing brunette, as she
vamped me with an alluring pout, blowing me a kiss that tingled
all the way down my toes.

I raised my glass and gulped a mouthful. Cinzano sizzled warmly
down my chest, and I winced like a freshman trying to cope with
her first shot. I looked about guiltily, worried that Tanya might
suddenly drop in on us, and nudged myself away from Justine a
little.

"Off to another night at *Surrender*?" I gathered.

Justine's pout became playfully wicked as her hands loosened the
lapels of her jacket. The streetlights drifted from outside, to
wash over the black reflective curves, swooping down her barely
covered breasts. She caressed them casually with a finger, the
fire-red color of her nail commanding all of my attention.

"You know, you and Tanya have a standing invitation. I'll even
leave you two so you can enjoy some 'private' fun... You should
really think about taking me up on it sometime."

I giggled nervously, and reached once again for my glass, while
memories of my first and only venture into the shadowed halls of
the exclusive D/s club gave way to a mental picture of Tanya and
I, collared and buxom in sleek leather harnesses, led about by a
mysterious Domme bearing a covetous smile.

"Hmm... honestly, I don't think Tanya could handle it."

It was good to have an excuse. I didn't have to worry much about
racy thoughts that ran a luscious thrill up my spine, or the
flush that swam downwards, under my cashmere sweater and bra. My
soft-skinned derriere remembered the slash of leather, my wrists
ached for the tightness of restraints, and I flushed with deep,
red embarrassment.

Justine narrowed the distance between us once again, and I
wondered what was keeping me from putting my foot down. Tanya
would be here any minute. She'd smell her all over me.

She offered counsel offhandedly. "All you have to do is teach
her, dearie. She'll love it *if* you teach her properly."

I swallowed hard, trying to make something of the cryptic glimmer
in her eye. Seemed like I had more and more trouble reading her
when she joked, as of late. She made me forget to worry about it
when she dabbed the tip of my nose impishly.

"Have you seen Sheryl lately?"

She straightened a little as I abruptly changed the subject, and
then made a silent *ahh,* leaving the question hanging in the
air. A jazzy riff of electric guitar filled the seconds that
trailed by.

"So that's why you called this afternoon?"

I shrugged, dropping any effort to deny it, and hoping that my
casual indifference appeared genuine. "I have a couple of prints
ready for that exhibit at Memorial Hall. I haven't been able to
get in touch with her, and I was hoping you could let her know so
she can make a final selection."

It *was* part of Sheryl's job, as senior assistant in the City's
Arts Commissioner's office. She had been a trusting gal from the
moment we met, all smiles and touches, completely oblivious to
the giddiness that made me float about on the tip of my toes as
she led me by the arm to the Atrium where I was to hold my very
first city-sponsored exhibit. Cindy always told me I fell fast
and hard, but with Sheryl, it wasn't just about looks-she
radiated intelligence, honesty and grace, a woman in charge of
herself, beautiful, sexy, free in every sense of the word.

I had died a little when she first spoke in a dreamy voice of
marriage and kids. Weeks of denying what I suspected already had
only made the pain harsher.

It took me a year and five exhibits for me to hint at my bedside
preferences, an innocent turn of the conversation over
Long-island ice teas and a shrimp platter. I had just started
seeing Justine then-Sheryl had met her at a vernissage. Maybe a
safe commitment to someone else was the reason I had waited that
long to tell her. My uncaring attitude towards other people's
opinion didn't seem to apply to her. I wanted her to be
comfortable around me.

Maybe having to write her off in my mind way back was the reason
I had a hard time believing Cindy when she told me she had seen
Sheryl sharing drinks and kisses with Justine.

I could feel myself coloring slightly at the thought. Cindy was
one to turn gossip into a communicable illness, but she never,
ever embellished. She confessed to being surprised herself, but I
had a leg up on her with the onset of doubt, and the unease that
came after misreading something so basic.

Justine must have known I had been clued in, her wink full of
innuendo. "Right, dearie, I'll tell her tonight, then. She made
good on my suggestion. I still can't believe she wants to come
with me."

I put my glass down a little too hard.

"She's-going with you...to the club?"

Justine nodded, immensely proud of herself.

"That's not really her game, Justine," I pointed out neutrally.

"You mean women, or *latex-clad* women?"

"Both. Either. Whatever."

Justine cocked her head to one side, as if to ponder her
response. She gave her surroundings a glance, and trailed a
shapely waitress passing by, gracefully holding up a tray
cluttered with half-emptied glasses. Her smile grew wistful and
appreciative.

"Sorry to tell you this, dearie, but it was Sheryl's idea."

Her tone was flat. I didn't know what angered me more: blushing
under the contempt in her voice, or realizing the arrogant
presumption of my position.

I stammered. "All I know is people don't change overnight. She
may be curious, but..."

Justine returned her inscrutable gaze to me. "I'm not out for
cheap thrills, Maya. That hurts both ways, doesn't it?"

My lips sealed themselves, and I looked away when the pain of our
breakup rushed back and twisted my insides up.

It had been short for me - I met Tanya right after we split.
Justine wanted us to remain friends, and somehow we did. She told
me how happy she was to know I had found somebody who was right
for me, and sometimes I still wondered how hard *that* had been
for her.

The pangs of worry always followed, when I heard about how she
dove into her work, juggling funding for two projects in
collaboration with the Neurosurgery department at two local
hospitals... running a clinic at the same time...

*Damn. Who was I to bitch about a turn for the better in her
life?*

I opened my mouth to apologize, but lost my voice when Tanya
stepped out of the crowd, an angel wearing a fiery red crown. She
slalomed past a trio of chatty blondes, flanked by two
waitresses, and beamed happily when she saw Justine sitting next
to me.

She leaned over the table. Quick peck on Justine's cheek,
followed by a lingering, soft kiss on my lips.

"Hey there lover. What're you two up to?"

Justine's perfume filled my head. I squeezed Tanya's hand to snap
myself out of a sudden daze.

Justine withdrew her arm from behind me, treating this as her
cue. "Sorry girls, I really do have to be off."

Her voice matched Tanya's carefree enthusiasm. She padded my hand
innocently as she rose from her seat, and approached Tanya for a
quick hug. I polished off the rest of my drink, and watched her
take off a moment later, easing into Tanya as she cuddled her way
down next to me.


####


My head rose and fell against Tanya's midriff. I ran my leg
against hers, and she shivered inside the large futon. Moonlight
flooded down from the skylight, bathing her skin in a pale halo.
Her fingers brushed strands of my hair, stroking down the back of
my neck like a warm trickle. The pounding rush of our lovemaking
had dwindled to an afterglow, the steady, rhythmic sound of our
breathing warming the air around us.

"I... can't put my finger on it." 
Her silvery laugh vanished into the darkness, and I joined her
once the double entente occurred to me. Then, Tanya's fingers
slid up again, around my neck, this time going over my lips. I
kissed them, and welcomed the flare of pleasure glowing down
below.

"You shouldn't worry, love."

Even in whispers, the surrounding space returned our words with
an echo. I felt an urge to heed her counsel and ease my eye
towards the angular shadows of my canvases, propped up on easels
beyond the circle of light. A nagging voice inside me refused to
let it go.

"I'm not... worried. It's just that I though I had pegged
Sheryl... or *thought* I did..."

Tanya hushed my concerns away with another caress, and I curled
my toes when the flare became a silky wind that magically sunk
between my closed thighs. Her head rested comfortably against the
pillow as she watched over me.

I looked up and her expression flooded my mind with that first
memory I had of her, dandling a leg over her knee as she settled
her expresso down with one hand, and held up a worn copy of
Thoreau with the other... that sudden, arresting feeling that
made me forget Justine, Sheryl, the coffee shop, the whole world
all at once... the hope of my glance at seeing that empty chair
beside her... the transparent shock that showed in my widening
eyes as she looked up over the tiny round glasses resting on her
tiny nose... the way her flick of the finger became so devilish
as she turned a page, grinning at me...

The nagging voice grew reproachful. Obsessing over Justine going
out with my unrequired crush was bad enough, but whining about it
to Tanya was a stab our relationship didn't deserve.

I snuggled closer to her, trying to shun out a strange feeling of
guilt. "I shouldn't be telling you this."

"I don't mind. I understand how you must feel."

The corners of her mouth twitched. She was trying to say
something. I swallowed a reply, giving her time to speak.

"Is Sheryl... like... I mean... is she...?"

I met her eyes, shrugged, and found myself giggling despite
myself when her eyebrow *boinged* inquisitively.

"Well... I dunno... maybe she was into chocolate all these years,
and decided she wanted to try it with women."

"Hey," Tanya cried in mock protest, "What does that make us?
Vanilla?"

I chuckled again, blowing soft kisses on her hip. She shifted
under me, and I felt raw excitement scurrying all over her skin.

I gave her a long, sensual lick. "I loooooove vanilla."

Mischief filled her stunning eyes. She enticed me with a lengthy
stare. Her voice became a charming whisper.

"Maybe... we could... sometime..."

The last syllable died in an almost painful whisper when I froze.
She made a face, and looked away. The sudden awkwardness surged
like a barrier between us.

"Tanya," I began, recovering.

She tensed under me. " It was just an idea."

"No... It's ok. You don't have to worry." I could swear it was
another voice speaking, and thankfully it wasn't filled with
utter disbelief. The familiar, embarrassing thrill returned, and
the feel of Tanya's naked body against mine made it impossible to
ignore.

I gave her navel a playful lick, and breathed a secret sigh of
relief when her limbs eased back onto the sheets. Recollections
flashed back in reverse as I dwelled on the suggestion while
excitement and hesitancy struggle for control.

I hadn't dwelled on my time with Justine much in the aftermath.
My only comfort before Tanya had consisted of late nights on the
phone with Cindy, who opinionated with that fatalistic streak of
hers that cool, empirical tempers never matched an artiste's very
well.

It was sideline advice, without a basis in fact, but I had
accepted it, rather than telling Cindy how things had evolved
between Justine and I... how the amusement of our first few times
together gradually vanished as nights went by... how scared I
became when I finally realized how serious the game was for me...
and how I might not *want* it to end, and be free again.

Tanya surged up against me, my nipples throbbing against the feel
of her. The rush making me lightheaded.

"How long?"

"Have I thought about it?"

She made a soft moan when I lashed her with my tongue. 
"I... I'm not sure... I knew about you and Justine... I guess
that's how it started. But I didn't want to bring it up..."

My lips continued to brush against her. I silenced the doubts
rising up inside me for having been so blind to all
this-*again!*-and began to shape my thoughts into the picture I
was so  reluctant to paint.

This time, I couldn't resist a groan. My legs twitched under me,
and a tingle buzzed around my clit. The secret excitement in her
voice was making me wet.

She sounded vulnerable, curious and willing, all at once.

Her hands moved slowly, curving up and around the shape of her
breasts. She began to play with her nipples in long circular
strokes, refusing to pinch them, letting the rising fog numb her
mind to anything but pleasure. My tongue glided closer to her
cleft, and I saw her moistening arousal, waiting for me to taste
it.

The hush of her voice drifted to me. "ohhhhh... *please...*"

I heard it then... spoken in that instant of silence... as clear
as the first time I knelt between Justine's legs, blinded by the
revelation, the need to play along and say it aloud-

*Mistress.*

I blew hotly on her skin, reeling from the lust of that thought
sliding slowly, like fingers inside my snatch. I worked my ass
against an imaginary hand, filled with a dark urge to possess
her.

She wanted to be mine... her limbs, her body craved it... her
eyes, fixed upon me, brimmed with unspeakable yearning. *Was it
like this for Justine?*

I gave her pussy a nice, soft kiss. She cried out, and I almost
climaxed.

That inner voice who had surrendered to Justine ascended from the
far reaches of my soul. I closed my eyes as it cried out inside
me, with words that had been my very own... *Mistress likes to
lick my cunt... Mistress loves to make sluts cum in Her mouth...
She loves to take their minds away... She loves to hear them beg
to be Her slaves...*

My tongue lunged inside her. I could not tell where her pleasure
ended and mine began. I rubbed her clit fiercely with one hand,
while the fingers of the other slipped under me and stroked the
fire of my own cunt. No thought would form above the voice that
spoke for Tanya.

I felt her jerk once, twice. Her moans rose to a fevered pitch,
and I came when her pussy gushed onto my tongue.


####


*<click>*

*Hi. You've reached Sheryl Denner's number. Unfortunately, Sheryl
isn't here right now. Sheryl is gone. Sheryl is now a servant of
Mistress. she pleasures Her. she worships Her in all things. she
is very happy with this. Soon, Mistress will come and take Her
slut away. Her slut can't wait for the moment when she will be
made to kneel before Mistress and pledge her eternal allegiance
to Her, always by Her side, always ready to taste Her divine
essence as a reward for her unwavering obedience... always...
alwaaays... mmmm... yeeeeessss-*

*<beep>*

* Sheryl, pick up the phone! Pick it up! I left six messages
since yesterday! I called your office and they said you resigned
two days ago! Cindy told me you're moving! What the hell is going
on over there? I hope you can hear this... don't leave the
apartment... I'm coming over right away!*

*<click>*


####


To hear those things, night after night. To repeat them like a
chant in my mind as I make love to Tanya. To hear them, and to
feel myself grow weak in the knees just to think of them. To feel
her over me. Under me. Sweet Tanya. Loving. Trusting. Begging,
softly, once I tell her she must do as I say. Sweet Tanya, giving
herself to me, always. Without reservation.

Less than a week, and I was turning her into a complete sub. Or
she was turning me into a total Domme. I didn't really think on
it much.

I was alone in the studio when the phone receiver whispered
Sheryl's depraved recording in my ear. Warm colors were drying on
a canvas nearby, a jumble of curves arranged in a shocking theme
that had me pull all the windows up for a cool breeze to keep me
relaxed until Tanya showed up.

I shielded myself against the uproar of city traffic by cupping
the side of my head with the other hand.

The same voice. The same plea. The same dark need to give in.

The chant that had once been my own.

I scrambled for my car keys.


####


Fifth street, past Lexington.

Fourth block to the left. Second floor. Door 206.

I arrived precipitously, my ears ringing with the shrill of
klaxons.

Sheryl was home. I gave a prayer of thanks as I heard the
footsteps coming from behind the door.

She opened it with a smile, steeping back to allow me in. I
hopped in and immediately closed it behind me, turning the locks
with frantic haste when it became obvious that she wasn't going
to bother. She took measured steps that led me to her living
room, glancing back every to make sure I followed.

Her eyes were alert, her expression blithe and cheerful.

I tried to speak but she shook her head silently, begging my
indulgence. I was suddenly, acutely aware of the satin kimono she
wore, and the soft ripples traveling up and down the shape of her
backside. I swallowed hard when the hem flew above her knee for
an instant, as she twirled sharply and faced me.

I looked about. The couch, walled units, and prints she had
bought from me were nowhere to be seen. The roman shades I
remembered hanging over the windows had been taken down. A
treacherous flash brought me back to heated and lonely nights,
before Justine and Tanya, when I dreamed of a night of passion in
this very place, candles and wine forming the prelude to amorous
delights that would leave Sheryl with a new, deeper understanding
of the love women could share.

Now, cardboard boxes hastily piled in one corner remained the
only visible feature in the otherwise empty space around us.

I fought to come out of my reverie. "Sheryl..."

She undid the sash at her waist in one, fluid motion. The fabric
ran off her skin like water, exposing her shapely bust in all its
magnificence. She observed me with a radiant glow while I gaped
downwards, despite myself. The semi-transparent thong she wore
covered her mound tightly, and I could see she was shaved on both
sides, leaving the thinnest trail of duvet to crown the pretty,
glistening wetspot forming below.

A soft sigh escaped her lips when she knelt before me. She ran a
hand through her thick hair, her mouth parting open, her body
quivering with lustful wants. "Ooohh... Maya... sooo glad you
came..."

I stood there, trying very hard not to imagine why.

"Sheryl," I began carefully, "What's happening? Where are you
going?"

A quizzical glance crossed her angelic features for the briefest
of instants. "With  Mistress of course."

"Of course," I repeated dully.

Her lustful smile returned. " She'll come for me soon... I've
already made all the arrangements...

"She has use of me you see? She showed me my true purpose in
life. I'm so *happy* now."

Her hand ran up and down her tights, teasingly. She giggled when
her finger began stroking her pussy through the thong, soaking it
up with her juices.

"W-what true purpose?"

I wanted to take the question back as soon as her other hand rose
to her breasts. She cradled one, her fingers pressing her firm
flesh. Her moans, so passionate, so honest in the articulation of
her arousal, coiled like a snake around my struggling conscience,
while she lost herself in her sluttish display.

"Please Maya... let me show you..."

I fled the warmth of her stare, terrified of what I would answer
if I held it. Crazy thoughts fused from all sides while I
concentrated to kept the room from spinning. I thought of Tanya
again, hoping to anchor myself on the remembrance of my happiness
with her, but the visions of her nascent submission to me only
fed the fire between my legs.

I strove to remember why I didn't want to be here, now, with her,
like this.

"Sheryl... I..."

*Oh God...*

She was crawling on all fours, purring. Her pleading eyes
captured me.

"Mistress wants me to please other women... She taught me how to
serve them... I want you so bad Maya... I think always have...
Mistress showed me that... *she showed me so many things...*"

She crawled nearer still. My legs were frozen. I was dripping,
watching her move towards me.

"Stop," I implored pathetically.

She settled before me and reached out to caress my ankle. Her
fingertips trembled in passion as they flowed on my skin. Her
head dipped, and she kissed my feet, making sure to arch her ass
up in the air.

A dark frisson surged up right into my clit.

*It's not her... it's not Sheryl... something else... maybe-*

"This... this is wrong... Sheryl, please don't..."

"I want to taste you," Sheryl breathed, staring up again, her
eyes moist as she prayed for me to let her. "I live only for
Mistress... Her pleasure is yours... your pleasure... is...
miiiine..."

She nuzzled my crotch and I gasped. My hands, refusing to obey,
reached out and stroked her hair as she quivered, the orgasm
rippling sweetly inside her.

*Mistress?*

She climaxed again when I made her tell me.


####


The klaxons shrilled once again. This time my hands grappled the
steering wheel to keep from shaking.

Impossibility meant nothing next to evidence gathered with my own
eyes.

My mouth twisted in a silent scream.

I had loved Justine blindly, never aware of the monstrous
thoughts lurking deep inside her, warping the very things that
made her human, erasing her sense of duty towards her profession,
until she grew perverted enough to engineer an unspeakable
process and carry it out upon an helpless victim.

The cruel reminded struck deeper when I remembered how my circle
of friends had become Justine's, and how Sheryl had paid the
price for it.

I burst into the private clinic. The secretary scrambled after
me, but I was already past her and barging in the office. Justine
was sitting behind a sleek, metal desk, draped in a white lab
coat, taking notes on a pad. She froze before raising her eyes,
acknowledging my presence with a measure of apathy while I huffed
and clenched my hands into fists.

She pointed to the door that lead to the examination room. "Would
you mind waiting for a moment? I've got someone-"

"I wanted to call the police," I spat, "I really did... but that
might interfere with the steps you have to take in order to undo
whatever harm you did to Sheryl."

Justine rested her pen carefully, and shook her head with a
sight. "You didn't call the police because you knew how this
would sound-bad on the phone, and even worse in person. You're
practically hysterical."

The secretary pounced forward and interposed herself between
Justine and I. "Should I call security?" she called over her
shoulder. .

Justine made herself reassuring. "Don't worry, Christine. I'll
call you if I need you."

Her hostile glare remained on me a moment before she left us. I
waited for the door to close behind me, and the reflex made anger
surge anew inside me.

Worried she might overhear? I should be screaming at the top of
my lungs!*

I leveled a finger at Justine. "You... conditioned Sheryl
somehow... you messed with her head-"

"I did nothing of the sort," Justine cut in sharply, "nothing *at
all.* She's playing along and enjoying herself. Maybe she's
indulging in her *part* a little too much."

The sound of disappointment rang subtly in her voice, heavy with
consequence. *The Mistress, showing her true face? Displeased by
the slip of her slave?* Her mouth was draw into a thin, pale
line, and the chill it gave me made me step backwards.

I struggled to keep an image of Sheryl in my head. I needed to
focus on her... kneeling, helpless... *mindfucked.*

"Forget it, Justine. I was over at her apartment. She's...
something else now. I saw it in her eyes."

I could still feel Sheryl against me... trembling as she leaned
against me... not enamored but consumed with the idea of serving
me... of pressing her lips against me...

Venomous rage poured from my eyes. Justine adopted a reflective
stance, before something like resignation caused her shoulders to
slump.

"I was toying with the idea of negating the programming, if only
to test the resilience of her new imprint. It's theoretically
possible... I've only taken her to mid-stage, and her current
patterns haven't permanently settled yet. I'm sure I could still
salvage part of her original personality, but I'll be honest,
Maya..."

Her mouth slipped into a dark grin.

"I don't think Sheryl would let me."

Her admission tightened like a knot inside me. Appalling. Frank.

Casual.

The buzz words she used spun around in my mind, implying things I
couldn't bear contemplating. I imagined Sheryl, restrained in a
chamber of horrors, struggling to free herself until a twisted
contraption made her *want* to become whatever Justine wished.

I fought for control. "You're so twisted you can't even see
you're buying into your own propaganda. Whatever you made Sheryl
into, she would never, ever have wanted this done to her."

Justine scoffed as she rose from the chair, turning the corner of
her desk and leaning against it.

She was grinning as she punched a button on her desk intercom.


####


Her words refused to go away. *"Christine? Fetch my patient in
room three, please?"*

I watched as Tanya stepped meekly into the office a minute later,
and floated next to Justine, quietly allowing her to slide a hand
around her waist. Her smile grew more pleased as Justine hand's
roamed a little, her cheeks flushing with obvious delight.

She seemed happy to witness my shock, while Justine's eyes merely
mocked me. *Don't tell me you're that slow.*

"Tanya certainly *wouldn't* let me turn her back into what she
was. She's been coming into my office every day, anxious for me
to take her as far as Sheryl. I'm sure you've already enjoyed
some of the changes I've made in her..."

With a pat on her head, Tanya kneeled down smoothly, without
hesitation. Hers was the same sigh I had heard from Sheryl's
quivering lips.

"Tell us how happy you are, dearie," Justine prompted, with the
smile of a child showing off her favorite doll.

Tanya looked up at me, overwhelmed by the elation of being
allowed to acknowledge her own enslavement. "I've never been so
happy Mistress... I'm so glad You made me realize just how much I
needed to be owned... how much I needed to surrender to the sound
of Your voice... 
"It feels sooo good Maya... I swear... my cunt is so fucking
wet... I can't disobey Her... I... I *don't* want to... I want to
be just like Sheryl... Mistress says I won't have to wait for
long... She says she'll turn me into a slut just like her... it
makes me so hot just thinking about it..."

I glared back at Justine, wading through delirium. I caught a
hint of melancholy in her eyes.

"That's very good," Justine complemented her. "Now, tell us how
happy Maya will be once I teach her how good it feels to be
owned."

Tanya bolted upright like a sprinter at the crack of a pistol.
Her hands clasped around my wrists in an iron hold, yanking me
forward and pulling me off balance. For a instant, I was
mesmerized by the horrible joy in her eyes, the wicked torrent of
lust that came to her as she struggled to pull me down.

I sucked in a deep breath, the terrified scream waiting urgently
on my lips. I coughed most of it up in a choke when Justine
sprayed a vaporous cloud in my face from a dispenser bottle she
had quickly snatched out of the hip pocket of her lab coat. I
fought to gather a second breath, feeling my head reel as the
acrid smell invaded my lungs. I wasn't really aware that Tanya
was holding me up until my legs wobbled and gave out under me.

Justine held up the dispenser over my face, and gave me another
generous dose of the spray. I inhaled all of it this time. The
room spun wildly around me.

*Nooooo...*

I felt Tanya's breath against my neck. I tried wrapping my arms
around her. I couldn't think anymore. The floor was rocketing up
towards me.

I wanted her to save me. I couldn't remember what I wanted to be
saved from.

She said I was going to be very happy.


####


The Spiral became my universe.

Its elaboration was a marvel to behold. i watched raptly, letting
it fill me with need, obedience and purpose... a scalpel of
light, dancing in my brain, slicing away until my thoughts were
reshaped to an order of things I already knew...

*i love it when Mistress licks my cunt... i love to cum in
Mistress' mouth... i love it when Mistress takes my mind away...
i love to beg...  i want to become Her slave... *

i shuddered against the leather snaking around my shoulders,
ankles and wrists. A thousand prickles like ants around the
needles inserted in my oiled skin. A distant voice echoed from
beyond the spiral, and i breathed in harsh gasps when it spoke:

*"Preliminary imprint phase complete... Move on to modular
conditioning...*

*"Adequate subject response to modular conditioning... begin
second imprint phase..."*

The Spiral whirlpooled faster and faster. i couldn't look away.
Shades of red exploded in my eyes, crimson, dark and pale all at
once, blending with greens and blues and splashes of maroon.
Tears of joy flowed from down my cheeks as the pretty lights
sucked my will away. my legs tensed sharply against the
restraints, a rising wave of pleasure swelling inside me. The
flow of air around me was warm against my slick mound.

*"Third imprint phase complete... evaluating subject
response..."*

i tumbled deeper einto the swirl of lights, the awareness of
giving myself to Mistress making me squirm. my numb fingers ached
for the freedom to slide into my cunt. The denial of my need only
made me crave obedience even more. Leather screamed against the
metal frame upon which i was suspended.

There was no pain when the Spiral was snuffed out by the
darkness, only the shiver of relief growing into a sultry moan as
the Truth of the Spiral remained with me.

*Need.*

*Obedience.*

*Purpose.*

The Spiral lived inside me, filling all the empty places in my
head with undying love of Mistress.

i closed my eyes and quivered... *such pretty... pretty
lights...*

The distant voice spoke with awe. "she is ready, Mistress."

"Very good, dearie."

my body screamed in glorious approval, blissful tremors wracking
through me. *i am the will of Mistress made flesh... i am Hers to
do as she pleases... She is the brightest, shining star of my
heaven...*

i drooled when She emerged from the dark. Her hands, wrapped in
shining latex up to Her elbows, followed the divine sway of Her
hips. i caught my breath, trying to speak... i struggled and
moaned.

She held me spellbound with the power of Her eyes... and they
betrayed a touch of evil amusement when She lowered them and
settled upon my open, dripping pussy, gathering my juices with
Her playing fingers.

i begged Her to lick them clean, and gushed all over Her hand
when the burning fervor of my own voice made me drown in sweet
pleasure.

The taste of my lust for Her was sweeter still.


####


There was nothing left for me to remember.

we were Hers now. we converged. we came as She willed. *When She
willed.*

The floor hurt under my knees, but sherylslut's mouth grinded
hard against my clit, and another prayer of thanks to Mistress
was consumed in the orgasmic fire of my climax. she squealed
under me as my tights pressed against the sides of her head, and
i knew she was cumming too.

To pleasure a slave is to pleasure Mistress. To pleasure Mistress
is pure, perfect bliss.

i relented in my own act of worship for a mere instant.
Somewhere, beyond the pedestal and the light that circled it,
Mistress fathomed strange, irresistible tasks for us to
undertake. In the glorious wait for Her summons, my eyes swam in
the silver of the strand of saliva hanging off my bottom lip,
trailing up to the smooth roundness of tanyaslut's ass.

i felt her stagger over me on unsteady legs, and instantly
renewed my oral assault. she leaned back into me, spreading wide
with an ecstatic groan, quivering around my intrusive tongue.

Mistress enjoyed it when i thanked tanyaslut for her help in
enslaving me... almost as much as i did.

sherylslut's horny little mouth was as tireless as mine. The
unending string of mind-numbing orgasms stretched before us. We
strove on, our limbs the manifestation of our lustful designs.

my thoughts shifted to Cindy as i breathed deeply, noting that
the air around us was still laced with an acrid smell.

She had been a bad little girl, that one... pestering Mistress
incessantly as she unwittingly tried to turn us away from Her
glory. Fortunately, she had inhaled deeply while all three of us
held her down. She had slipped into oblivion to the sound of her
own fading screams, and we had labored to strap her up in the
Device before Mistress rewarded us with the joy of Communion.

Now, the Spiral owned Cindy... and soon, so would Mistress.

A firestorm of passion erupted inside me... rushing forth up my
tongue... between my legs... the rising resplendence of servitude
overtook my senses, spreading to my sisters as we waited for
another slave to join Mistress' side, knowing the infinite
rapture that was already ours...

'cindyslut' had such a lovely ring to it.



-Fin-



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