Glimmer's apartment is barren. It makes sense, in a creepy sort of way. The only frames hanging are empty black frames with nothing inside besides a nice clear view of the wall behind them. There are empty clear vases half full of water. There's a television, but it's not plugged in.

I know what I'm here to do, but that doesn't make it any less . . . eerie.

As I walk into her room, I'm not surprised to see it just as bare. The blankets and pillows of her bed are white. Next to her bed is a blank picture frame.

Just to indulge my curiosity I carefully step over to the stereo opposite her bed and look inside the CD tray. It's a five CD tray, but all five trays are empty. If she makes any percent of the money Caress obviously makes from the lavishness of her penthouse, then Glimmer must just shove it all away into bank accounts somewhere.

Right next to her bed is a plain white night table. Sitting on it is an eyedropper, and a pair of contacts inside of a clear case. If Whisper hadn't controlled Aura to tell me Glimmer used contacts I wouldn't have believed it. A woman that can make the world see anything can't see clearly without contacts. It would almost seem simple enough to just steal away her contacts and her eye drops, but her prescription isn't that strong.

Without it, all of her illusions are all just a little off and look like you're seeing them through her prescription. Apparently Caress gave that approach a try once when she thought it might be fun to shake things up. They still work, but you get a horrific headache.

That's not my idea of a good time.

Sighing to myself I pull the syringe out from a pouch on my belt. Carefully as I can I pierce the eye drops, just enough to get the point in to the fluid, and then I start draining it. Every time I start wondering how I'll figure out the next little bit of information I'll need for my heroics, I realize that the internet is that much more inclusive than the world wants to think.

It almost makes me tempted to jump on the bandwagon for regulating it.

As soon as the bottle's empty, I squirt all of the fluid onto the floor. It's quick enough to make a sound, and Glimmer almost seems to stir . . . but then just rolls over on her bed. Thank Athena. Her reddish brown hair is splayed all around her, so long and elegant, that it makes me miss having my hair just fall straight instead of tying it up when I'm in uniform. Oh well. This isn't about looking pretty.

Once the syringe is empty I start filling it up from a small vial. Obtaining it was an adventure in itself, but it's not one I feel particularly proud of. The ends don't justify the means, but I promise no one got hurt.

After it's filled, the syringe goes back into the dropper and starts to fill it up with my own contribution to Glimmer's eyesight.

Glimmer starts to stir, and I just look over to my co-conspirator worriedly. She nods silently, and turns to Glimmer. I can hear the words, but they're not meant for me. It's a new feeling. Don't want to wake up yet . . . Just want to sleep . . . Just want to rest a little bit longer . . . was having a good dream, just want to have it a little longer, want to know how it would have ended, need to know how it ended . . . just want to drift right back into sleep . . .

Thankfully no bats fill the air, and Glimmer just mutters something about fucking noises always waking her up when she's having a good dream. I can sympathize with that, although my sounds are nothing like what's waking her up. Carefully I set down the eyedropper and start to head for the door.

Covering my nose didn't work. Shoving plugs in my ears only helped in concert. I'm sure wearing a thick wool sweater wouldn't have helped with Caress.

So why blind myself, when I can blind Glimmer?

Back at Caress's pad I double check and triple check all of my information on the chemical Glimmer is going to be dropping into her eyes before sliding in her contacts. Every clinical study done using temporary blindness has used it a million times over and no one has gone blind afterwards.

It doesn't say anywhere if women with the ability to reshape perceptions of reality using their vision ever encountered problems, but I would be a little weirded out if they did.

My own vision is still taking a little to get used to. It's been a long time now, but I still feel weird when I can't stare into a lamp to space out and focus on all of life's weird little puzzles. At least here I can take out the contacts and let my hair down. The mirror still doesn't look like I looked before I visited my mom's, but I look closer to me. My hair has somehow gotten even darker, my skin keeps getting paler, and if it weren't for the eye drops I know my eyes would be red

Those things are just minor inconveniences compared to the show going on behind me. "Just a . . . little . . . lust toy!" Caress screams, and when I turn around sure enough she's tied down in a different configuration of criss-crosses as Aura mindlessly grinds against her, dripping and shuddering.

Whisper just sits beside the two of them, with the most blissed out smile I've ever seen. Such an adorable little thing, the same clothes as when I caught her, though the top is pulled up over her chest and the skirt is hiked up. The panties were the first to go.

They've been put back on since her welcoming party, because while seeing Caress tied down nude, and Aura a nude little fuck toy are delicious sensations, there's something just right about seeing my little Whisper dressed but exposed. Something about it is so much more delicious. Girls that look like they could still be in high school are somehow sexier and sluttier looking when they're showing you everything they shouldn't while still being dressed.

Not every mindless slave needs to be paraded around naked. If it would be worth the risk I would have Whisper dressed up in the same outfit she had me in. I'm sure the embarrassment alone would make me twitch in fun ways . . .

"Patina . . . join . . . ussssss?!" Caress screams out, and a smile spreads over my face as I contemplate it.

My plans for Glimmer require patience. Right now, she's only legally blind. Tomorrow morning she'll be waking up, applying the drops, and be actually blind. Just a bright white or a bright black void. What color is nothingness? If it's transparent and colorless, then wouldn't you be able to see beyond it?

Patina . . . "That's Lucia when I'm not dressed up, sweetheart. Lucia Colloten. Remember?" What she can't remember is closer to who I am right now, but they don't need to know the tie between Lucia and Sarah. No one does. "And maybe I should come and play with the three of you. We could be a fun little bunch, you, helpless, Aura who'll do anything to touch and be touched, and Whisper . . . Mmm, she can make things fun. Whisper, give them a booster."

Whisper makes a gasping sound as her fingers shudder between her thighs, nodding. SS is for Slave Squad . . . Her slaves . . . cum away free will, breathe in obedience . . .!

I don't know how she manages to carefully direct her voice so I can only hear it and not double over, but I'm thankful. Then again, I'm sure if I didn't know she wasn't talking to me . . . Mmm . . . But we won't go there. No need to tempt my mind to fall into traps it's already too familiar with and always subtly aches for.

"Aura, off of my little touch toy. Whisper, rest that cute little nose of yours between Aura's thighs, and take a lot of nice deep breaths." I thought there would have been an element of boredom to having three hot and helpless women doing whatever I want them to do, or that the mental image would always look better than the reality, but I couldn't have been more wrong.

Aura does roll off of Caress and onto her back, with her legs spread and her back arched, but it's different than I would have thought. There are so many small details that my imagination missed. The way every curve of her body leads right down to where she's parted and vulnerable, needy and aching, stands out the most. The way that all of the sweat from her ever growing arousal seems to follow all of those lines to trace right along the outer curves of her labia is another lovely detail.

The way each shuddering breath makes her entire body quiver is one I imagined, but the real thing is so much more precise and powerful to see. In my mind her skin just looks delicious and delightful, here, I can see each and every way her skin would be so lovely to taste, to touch, and to feel.

Here, when I open my eyes back up from a moment of lustful reverie, I have an even better reality than my fantasy just aching for me to indulge her.

Whisper makes a mewling sound, and it's a sound that I can feel in my bones when I make it. It's so satisfying to hear. Even as a slave if her owner wasn't careful she could end up taking a different kind of control. Her ass juts up in the air, her skirt falling back to expose her cute pale cheeks, and her fingers keep rubbing and grinding into her along her slit. So exposed and small, she's so delicious and adorable.

I reach out my hands and slide them along the curves of her succulent ass and quiver as she moans and clenches in response. Every time I hear her take a long deep inhale through her nose her thighs clench and the wetness already spreading down her thighs seems like it doubles.

That one girl can overflow with so much cum is amazing, but that doesn't make it any less delicious. Her pale skin tone takes on a whole new delicious glaze covered in cum. My hands trace down to gather up that slickness and spread it over her ass, and she just moans louder.

Poor Caress, Aura isn't quite good with the knots as I am so she has nothing to grind against, but right now that aching is more fulfilling than a knot would be. She has nothing to grind against but need, nothing to want or crave besides need, and with all that the three of us and she herself have put into her head that's all that she needs to feel satisfied. It's something I envy while at the same time wouldn't want in the least, even if it does make me quiver and shake.

The most delicious sound rings out when I slap Whisper's ass. "The three of you are my good little fuck sluts, my yummy, helpless, dripping little fuck sluts with open minds and needy thoughts. You just keep fucking and sucking and licking and grinding, all the good things that little sluts who used to call themselves the slut squad. Slut squad . . . It was like you all just wanted to be mind fucked slaves."

Each of them moans out a happy agreeing response, but I know with how difficult it was for the later of them that they had no such desires before I wormed my way into their heads. That doesn't really matter anymore. Once I get the doctor, I'll send each of them to separate precincts.

I could keep them and start up a whole new Chronos . . . but that's not what I'm after. It would be nice though, going back up to the 100th floor and being the one with the Newton's cradle swinging back and forth, clicking away minds . . .

Aura's loud moans between the wet sounds of Whisper's tongue bring me out of my head and back to where my hands are still kneading into a nice tight ass. That's much better than any fantasy.

"And even when we need to part, because we will need to part . . . if my pretty voice ever demands your attention, your obedience, it will have it, won't it?" My fingertips rake the path down from her ass to her thighs and smear more of her juices up over her ass to make the slapping sound more satisfying.

"Yeeeessss!" They all scream at once, and Whisper's moan of agreement just shudders and shakes through my head. They're all so perfectly obedient, but one would hope so with all of the work that we've done to make sure I won't wake up pinned, with sweet scents and sweet voices inside of my mind. That is not part of my five step plan to make Midas a little safer. I guess it really is a six step plan, but the sixth is a natural lead from the fifth . . .

Grinning I reach over and stroke a finger along Caress's eager slit before swatting her wet swollen lips just to hear her scream. "You're all such good, good girls. My good girls. Tomorrow, I'm going to be going out to get your final playmate before we go and see your old mommy and make her my little toy too. And all of that just makes you so . . . so happy, doesn't it . . .?"

"Yeeeesssss!" The screams make my body shudder and clench and twitch, and my ears ring with Whisper's mental groan. It's such a good feeling to feel so powerful, especially knowing I don't have to feel guilty about it like I always used to.

"Good . . . Then I intend to spend tonight fucking that thought deep into each of your hot wet little heads. Unless anyone doesn't like the sound of that idea . . ." My fingers feel inside of Caress, curling and curving to make her voice quiver deeper as she answers. Goddess those reactions make my cunt twitch in the best of ways. I'm glad I always end up out of my uniform before I get too steamy.

They all writhe and shake their heads in their own pretty ways. Agreement has never been so titillating. My hand on Caress slowly slides down her leg as the hand at Whisper's ass slides down to rub over her own as it pounds into her. "I'm going to climb up on top of Caress and have my fun with her, and my two little untied hotties are going to ravish me. I want it to be tender, hard, like nothing I've ever felt before. I want to always be able to look back on this night and regret nothing but that it ended . . ."

It's hard, but I peel myself away from Whisper to crawl up on my bound little captive. Aura's knots are never as tight as mine, so I find the best angle to hook my leg around Caress's to grind into her and those nice slick ropes. The feel of her bound flesh as it struggles and grinds up against me is exhilarating in more ways than one.

Knowing I did this, and feeling the power she has that she can't use makes me burn, and the suppleness, the smoothness, the way her neck arches when I lick and nibble is so sexy that it makes me whimper every moment that she does.

Two pairs of hands start to roam over my bare sides as I grind down more into caress, taking the bottom of her ear into my mouth to nibble and suckle. I can feel her clench against me as I grind my hips into hers. Whisper's small hands stroke slowly over my sides and I shudder into them every time they twist or curl just so. Her hands feel less experienced to Aura's, stroking along my thighs to make my thighs quiver and arch into her hands, but it's just two different flavors to my skin.

One flavor is like Vanilla, new, young, tentative but at the same time experienced enough to know what and where to touch. It feels so nice to shudder and arch into hands that somehow almost feel nervous even through the deep conditioning her mind is wrapped up in.

The other flavor, Aura's flavor, is like thick decadent fudge. It knows just how to squirm into me, into every pore, especially when I'm already so wide and wet with need to be fucked out of my mind. Her fingers know just how to thrust and curve, rough but soft, deep but tender, and feeling my own arousal pulse and clench around her fingers makes Caress's skin taste and feel so much better.

Whisper's lips and tongue wet their way over my back. A nip here, a suckle there, and I can't stay still. Assaulted from behind by Aura's long powerful fingers, from below with the warm tender yielding flesh of caress, and above by Whisper's mouth . . . I'm already quaking.

Aura's tongue flicks madly over my lips and I clench harder around those deeply probing fingers. Whisper's tongue traces along the length of my spine, and it's only when it reaches the small of my back that I realize for a moment that Whisper was straddling Caress's face. I kiss her lips, hard, and groan at the taste of whisper filling both of our mouths.

She's so small that her weight on my back is only pleasant as it grinds my quivering body more to Caress's. Feeling her wetness grinding lightly into my neck makes me quiver as her hands grasp my ass and knead, pulling me even more open for Aura to lick and thrust and oooh!

There's no control, not against me, but it's all just turning into white. Warm and slick at my pussy, half clothed and helpless on my back, dripping down against me, and bound and needing yet fulfilled by my own dripping onto her down below . . .

I just shudder and shake and arch . . . and revel . . .

A girl could get used to this . . . it's a shame I can't let myself do that.

The first thing I do when I wake up is moan. I don't remember anything after every sensation started feeling like white bliss, but I'm still centered on my goals, so I know it was only the good kind of flashing white spots over my vision. Blinking slowly I try to move, and groan at the weight over me.

Whisper . . . no . . . it's Aura. Whisper is grinding down into one of Caress's bound hands, fingers right up under her skirt. Aura is half on top of me, our breasts ground together, mashed, legs interlocked . . .

I never saw the point in a king sized bed before, but now I do.

"Mmmm . . . off, Aura . . ." Even after all of that, a day, a night, that's only half clear and mostly just sensations, I'm not sore. I am very, very thankful for that. "I need to go take a shower and check on the last of your pretty little squad . . . by now it should be time to bring her home . . . If everything went right."

"Mmmm it did, Luciaaaa . . . You checked, triple checked . . . remember?" Her voice is pleading, almost worrying, and when she kisses me I can feel that she means it and it makes my clit burn.

Aura smiles obediently and pulls back, nuzzling up against Caress before starting to slide hands over her body. I just giggle as I roll off of the bed and onto my feet. It's always been my favorite way to get up. "I do, I do . . . Well then . . . I just need to bathe, get all dressed up, and go pick up the fourth piece of your lovely little puzzle. All of you know what to do, condition, enslaved, obey. Right girls?"

They all moan out understanding, and I smile as I glance at my own eye drops. "Good. I'm going to take a nice long shower. Glimmer will be waiting . . . She might not be happy to see me, but I'm sure she'll be happy once I'm done."

"My fucking eyes!" Is the first thing I hear after opening the door. Caress's set of keys were useful earlier, and now they're even more satisfying. I could have broken in, but that would be illegal.

I can't see her yet, but that's okay. In a way, this is going to be the easiest of them yet. Glimmer won't even be able to see me coming, and while yes, that may give a person closer attention to their other senses, it doesn't actually make them stronger. If it does, it doesn't do it overnight, and especially not when you're panicking.

Slowly and carefully I walk towards her room. It hurts a part of me to know I had to do this to another human being, but I made sure it would only be an embarrassment. After she's been lulled out of being a danger, I'll make up for it somehow or another. Of course, I won't be letting her do anything to me to make up for it, but I can do better.

She's in her room, her creepy white, nearly empty room, sitting on the end of her bed holding the eye drops in front of her. She's looking in the right direction, more or less, but when you're looking in the direction of your own hand in a pose you've done a hundred times before that doesn't mean you can see.

"Just . . . doesn't . . . make sense! She said my vision was getting better and better, that in a year I might not even need the contacts any more . . .! Then yesterday . . . I . . . I just hoped it would go away on it's own!" I feel even worse about this now, but I can't let that stop me. I have to remember that she made me see that cream squirting out of my nipples, and the sun she used to distract me while the rest of the Slut Squad melted me into a pliant little doll.

Her whole body quivers and she throws the plastic container across the room. "I. . . I can't see anything at all. Nothing's happening. I'm flexing the part of me that usually makes things happen, makes things there . . . and I can't even see them in my mind! I . . . It's not right!"

Nothing about those eye-drops affect the mind's eye, but I'm guessing this is just an effect she brought on herself. I pull out the small vial of Aura's cum I collected shortly before leaving Caress's home, and dab just a little behind my ears, and over my wrists. It's enough to be overkill, but I don't feel bad about overkill anymore. I need results.

Finally I let her hear my boots on the carpet, dragging my feet in just the right way, and she looks up in my vicinity. Her eyes look fine - massively unfocused - but fine. "Aura?! Aura, I'd know that scent of yours from anywhere . . .! You didn't answer my calls. Caress didn't answer my calls. Whisper, well, I didn't want to call her. The Doctor has her 'I'm too busy to talk' voice mail message after three rings. I . . . did you get my messages?"

My voice doesn't sound anywhere nearly as sultry or seductive as Aura's, so all I do is make a soft "Mmmhmm" sound as close to Aura's voice as I can, and keep stepping closer.

"I just . . . I can't see!" She's thin, gorgeously thin, and as noticeably slender as Whisper is short. It's a cute look. Something about it makes her look so fragile and delicate. I just want to tear her out of her thin white nightgown and trace my fingers over every little part of her body. Not too hard or she might break, and not too soft or I'll miss a sensation, but still gently.

The closer I get, the more I notice that she's sniffing at the air and sighing just a little. "And I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but could you turn that down? I'm just not in the mood right now, I'm too scared. What if I never see again? What if . . . what if I can't ever use my powers again . . ."

My finger dips down into the vial before I tuck it away, and once I'm close enough, I slide it delicately over the flesh right under her nose. She inhales hard despite herself and lets out a tender groan, arching her body towards me. Compared to Whisper she's tan, but not by much. She even has a few freckles that she usually hides from anyone's notice, but it doesn't look like she's even gathered up the courage to leave her bedroom this morning.

If her phone wasn't on the table at the other side of her bed, she probably wouldn't have even been able to try and reach out for help.

"Aura . . . You . . . Need to stop, or I'm going to try and pounce you, and fall off of the bed . . ." Her lips curl in a playful smile, and that gives me the perfect idea besides confirming rather well that Aura and Glimmer have fooled around at least a little. The way her voice sounds is too . . . familiar.

Making sure I'm right infront of her, I slowly curl my fingers through hers, and brush my thumbs against her wrists. She must be able to feel it now. Aura never wears gloves that make her fingers bare, at least not that I've seen. She has to be able to feel the differences in the texture of our skin, but at the same time, she doesn't. She just smiles up towards where she thinks my face is, and it's a hazy smile.

"Is this something Whisper cooked up . . . or Caress? The Doctor? Another little . . . scheme . . .?" She takes another deep breath, and moans at the smell. "God you always smell like an angel, an angel covered in sin, but still an angel . . . Was it one of you . . .? Is it just a temporary little game . . .?"

"Mmhmm . . ." I kiss her forehead, softly, just enough for her to feel my lips, and the sensitivity that being close to this much Aura scent makes her moan and lurch towards me.

For just a moment she frowns, and then her lips curl back to a smile before she tries to kiss me, and ends up smacking her head into my chin. "Ow . . . Well . . . If this is just a game, then it's all right. We might all go after each other, but in the end we need each other thinking straight, don't we? We're not as good if we're fuzzy, better as a team . . ."

Sighing I press my lips into hers, and do my best not to inhale. She isn't as strong willed, and is already quivering even more. After breaking the kiss I slowly ease her down, pressing my body into her sweet warmth. "You do . . . and after you . . . I'll have a full set . . ."

"Aura . . .? You're not . . . Aura . . . are you?" She inhales again, harder, and shudders harder up against me. Something is so gorgeous about a woman with her eyes wide open who can't quite seem to actually look at anything. They keep opening and then melting shut, but it's like she's not sure if she should stop trying to see. It makes sense, too much sense, but soon that won't be a worry at all.

"No . . . I'm not. But don't worry. It is temporary, and as long as you're nice and don't try to do anything mean like hurt me, I won't have to do anything mean either. I just wanted to make the ground . . . even. Well, you're blind, and right now just inhaling is making you a horny little slut, but other than that . . . we're even. And if you just be a nice little girl, an old friend who only barely got to meet you, would just love to become so much closer . . ." If Aura has taught me anything, it's just how to make a voice even more sensual. I already could make my voice hypnotic, alluring, but now . . . I'd like to think it's more sizzling.

Glimmer whimpers, but she doesn't pull away or struggle or thrash. There's understanding in her eyes, even if they're not focusing. Either she accepts her fate, or she knows struggling will already make it worse. "You . . . you'll make sure I can see again, right? Make sure that I don't . . . don't lose who I am?"

Her voice is so full of fear and hope in a way that's way too familiar. I've had to shove submission down the other three's throats, maybe I can give it to Glimmer sweetly. Thinking about it, of all five of them, Glimmer was the one who hurt me the least. Caress humiliated me, Aura took me off guard and made me fuck myself on a rooftop, Whisper twisted my head around, and The Doctor . . . All Glimmer did was give me things to focus on, to make it feel better.

With a smile I slowly rub myself down against her, and slowly kiss around her ear. "I promise, you won't lose a glimmer of who you are, not in the way you're afraid I might. All I'm going to do, is just melt away your worries, melt away your woes, and for a few precious days, I'm going to have you help me do the same to a few other lovely women. Then . . . I'll let you go, right as rain."

"Promise . . .?" She sounds so trusting and so scared, but I remember how I felt when I . . . When I first lost the choice of being Silver or not. When I needed to fight I could, but right after that, after it finally hit, after I was finally alone . . .

"I promise." Our lips melt together, and she actually doesn't struggle. For a moment I was sure that this was just a ruse, and she was going to wait for the right second to kick me off and away . . . but I would have reacted just the same. It's sweet to know that not everyone out there with a power to twist minds has to be hard as steel besides me.

Her lips quiver against mine, and that's when I finally realize part of why her eyes look so different than before. They're full of tears. Tenderly I kiss under each of her eyes, and just sweetly stroke along her cheek. "Thank you . . ." She whispers out just barely and I kiss the tip of her nose in reply.

"You don't need to thank me, my good little Glimmer . . . All you need to do is listen to my voice, and I'll take care of everything. You won't need to see, because I'll do all of your seeing for you. I'll do all of your thinking for you, everything besides all of your submission . . . That's for you. Everything else, I can take off of your shoulders." Her body slackens and she makes the softest little sound as she arches towards me and inhales long and slow.

"You live in a plain apartment with plain white walls and empty picture frames. You must make yourself do all of the decoration . . . You must force yourself to do everything to make your world full of color, full of movement . . ." Sighing I nibble slowly along her ear, just enough for her to feel it. "Let me be the one who has to worry about that. Let me be the one who has to worry about keeping you . . . enthralled . . ."

She quivers again, and I can swear she whispers out a long slow "Yessssss" before laying still anew. "That scent is Aura . . . I'm already taking care of her . . . And she'll be taking care of you once we're done, making sure you're soft, warm, and well attended . . . As will the little Whisper . . . Caress might be a little tied down, but she'll be there for you in her own way . . ."

Doing this makes a part of me that I've tried to ignore . . . smile. It's almost as if doing this is giving me the care that everyone insisted I should have done instead of just gotten a new costume and dashed out. Of course, if they'd known I was going to be using black market drugs to give me a boost, they might have insisted more firmly.

Her eyes slide closed. Even if they were useless open, having your eyes open is a much more alert expression than having them melted closed. It shows trust, or at least the kind of trust a cat gives when it rolls onto its back. It's the "I'm vulnerable, do what you will" trust at the very least.

If she can hear it in my voice, the quivering, the soft little changes of inflection, then she knows that I would never hurt her. If she can hear it, then she knows a part of me is just as scared as she is . . .

Or, if I've done my job right, was.

"All you need to do is just let go . . . Let the world dictate what surrounds you . . . Let the world dictate what fills you . . . And I'll make sure the world takes very good care of you. I'll protect you from the world, from the fear . . . From the fact that what you used to hide from the world, to hide yourself from the world is gone . . . It's okay. Right now, everything is okay . . . And I'll make sure that everything stays okay for as long as I can help it . . . As long as you just listen to my voice . . . and relax."

Glimmer's eyes flutter, but only before she melts more into the bed, and I melt more into her. "In a moment . . . I'm going to lift you up . . . and I'm going to carry you away from where the rest of the world can get to you. I'm going to take you to a place where only safe, sweet things can happen . . . and when you leave, you'll be better than before I found you, safer and stronger than before the world went away . . ."

She sighs, a trusting, young girl sigh that actually believes it when her mommy tells her there are no monsters in the world, or if there are, she'll keep her safe from them. I'm not sure if it was the arousal from Aura or my words that made her accept this easier, but now, seeing her so tenderly gone, with her beautiful body so limp under the thin translucent white . . .

For now, she just needs to be soothed. After everything is better again, then I'll feel just how soft the skin on the inside of her thigh really is, and how her nipple will react at a gentle suck. For now, I just want to hear how soft her coos are as she's rocked to a submissive sleep, and how her lips will react at a good night kiss once the words I need to put into her head are all used up.

Maybe I've crossed a line doing this, but that doesn't mean I can't still see the line. Crossing it only makes me realize how much it needs to be preserved.

"Just relax little Glimmer . . . just relax . . . and I'll make everything okay." Maybe if I say that to her long enough, with her sweet body twisting every time I do . . . I'll start to believe it, too.