Mae answered the door wearing nothing but black high heels and a purple strapon jutting proudly from a leather harness with metal O-rings set in the wide straps. Her breasts were perfect, apple-sized mounds topped with dark, perky nipples. Not hurrying at all, she reached out and took Emily’s hand.
“Come in little housewife,” she purred as she led Emily inside.
Emily lost her clothes even faster than she’d anticipated. She found herself bent over one of the bar stools in Mae’s kitchen grunting like an animal as Mae filled her with the thick, glorious cock. “Ohmygod you’re gonna make me cum so quick!” she groaned.
Her eyes flicked across the counter and registered, distantly, that Mae had been up for some time. Long enough to have had coffee and breakfast and sort out her mail. She’d made Emily wait for it. Knowing the anticipation would melt her like no other foreplay could.
She plays with me better than I play with myself!
Emily’s legs began to tremble beneath her. There was a sudden surge of heat in Emily’s pussy and it pushed her towards the crest of a fierce orgasm. She growled as Mae kept pumping her from behind in the most perfect rhythm.
Then, she could hold out no more. She grabbed the counter and braced herself, hoping she wouldn’t convulse right off the stool. It felt sooooo perfect. It felt-
Mae pulled the strapon out of her with one fluid motion and sternly commanded, “Not yet.”
Emily’s wail bounced off the quartz counter top and reverberated for several long seconds in the large space. Her hips shook violently and thrust down in vain several times, searching for the cock that Mae kept just out of her reach.
She whimpered as Mae’s hands glided over her slick back. Mae rocked her hips and the head of the strap on slapped gently against Emily’s puffy sex lips. “We’re only getting started and I don’t want you to cum just yet.”
“Yes Mae.” Emily moaned pitifully, her hips still rocking involuntarily.
“Mmmmm. That’s what I like to hear.” Mae purred. Then, she took Emily by the wrist and led her upstairs.
Mae had bound Emily spread eagle to the bed and covered her body in warm oil. Slowly, methodically, she’d driven Emily insane with desire. Hands and lips to arouse her nipples. Soft kisses and probing thumbs across her inner thighs. Warm breath and the lightest of licks over her molten, quivering pussy.
Mae had edged her for hours. Emily was half delirious, panting and begging for orgasm as Mae expertly ramped the pleasure up, took Emily to the very precipice… and denied her yet again. Mae had manipulated Emily’s erogenous zones until her entire body was clenching and thrusting in lust.
And then Mae had announced they were going to play ‘Interrogation.’ The rules were simple: Emily had to answer each question and she had to use Mae’s name when she did. Each answer was rewarded with a few glorious seconds of a high-speed Hitachi wand being pressed into her folds.
It was never enough to cum, just enough to purée Emily’s thoughts into a juicy froth of sexual delirium. It was better than orgasm. Mind melting pleasure without end…so long as she answered Mae’s questions.
In time, the answers all become the same:
“Are you glad you tricked Tom into leaving you alone with me this week?”
“I haven’t let you cum once, but what we’ve done this afternoon is already better than any sex you’ve ever had with him.”
“Have I ruined sex with your husband for you?”
“Does that turn you on?”
“You’re going to be a girls-only slut for me aren’t you?”
She repeated the two words over and over until they were the only thing left in her mind. That and the white hot, searing pleasure. In time, they became the same thing. She breathlessly whispered, “Yes Mae” and felt a feather-light phantom touch circle her clit in response.
She trained me to masturbate without touching myself. Trained me. Like an animal.
Emily groaned, eyes rolling up in her head at the savage, wrongness of it. She wondered if Mae had a dog collar to match her strap on. Wide, thick black leather with an O-ring set in the middle. She could be Mae’s bitch-in-heat. She’d be a very well-trained bitch too. Especially with her tongue.
She could just chant ‘Yes Mae’ between every lick and get them both off.
Emily’s phone rang from Mae’s nightstand. Of course, it was Tom. Mae stretched across Emily’s body and scooped it up. Looking at the call screen, Mae smiled mischievously and switched the phone to silent. The shrill ring tone was replaced with a deep, alluring buzz.
“Did you want to take this?” Mae asked casually.
Emily nodded, pulling at the ropes binding her hands to the headboard. “Yes Mae.” Her breath caught as her body twitched with the spike of pleasure. “He usually calls me during the layover to-”
Emily shrieked as Mae pressed the vibrating phone directly into her throbbing clit. The other woman watched her with an odd little smile as Emily’s eyes rolled up in her head. The bed frame creaked loudly as her body strained in the ropes.
“Should we just let this go to voicemail?” Mae asked.
“YES MAE!” Emily wailed, twisting in the ropes and humping her phone. Her aching pussy began to sizzle. The wave of the oncoming orgasm stood as high as a skyscraper and Emily knew she couldn’t escape it. She wondered if it might be powerful enough to kill her.
Emily’s eyes went wide, her teeth clenched, and she pushed her knees as far apart as she could as-
The phone stopped ringing halfway through the fifth ring and Mae pulled it quickly away.
Emily howled and thrashed in agony. Humping the air wildly, hissing, “Yes Mae, yes Mae, yesMaeyesMaeyesMaeyesMaeyesMae!” Over and over again she chanted, trying in vain to push herself over the edge. It occurred to Emily that Mae wouldn’t let her make herself cum. Mae would’ve kept that power for herself alone.
Mae giggled and made comforting sounds to her as the phone chirped that she’d missed a call. “Think he’ll call back?” She asked.
“Yes Mae.” Emily panted, her hips rolling savagely in the bed sheets as she tried to tempt Mae’s fingers into finishing her off. “We always talk between flights when he travels.”
Mae nodded. “He’ll probably get suspicious if you don’t answer then.”
He’ll probably be more suspicious about why I’m out of breath, she thought.
“Okay then.” Mae said, sitting up on the bed and pressing the phone into Emily’s hand. “I’ll let you talk to him.”
Mae flipped on the Hitachi and pressed it to Emily’s sex. Her lower lips shuddered and spasmed around the vibrating toy. Emily groaned as the sickly, erotic heat began to build instantly. She could feel her pulse in her ears as pleasure thundered through her, redoubling the intensity with every beat of her heart.
In seconds she was racing towards the edge of the cliff again.
“Or…” the other woman said, her eyes turning dark, “…you can hang up on him and I’ll make you cum.”
“Yessss Mae.” Emily whispered seductively.
Dominoes fell in her mind. If she didn’t answer that would be a break in their routine. Tom would worry. Tom always worried when he traveled. His anxiety would lead him to imagine all manner of worst-case-scenarios for why his wife wasn’t answering the phone.
He’d never imagine this.
Or would he?
Would Tom’s anxiety lead him to rethink the events of the past several weeks? Would he figure it out? Would he imagine Emily bound, nude and oiled, to Mae’s bed? Writhing in the cuffs and masturbating by merely speaking their pretty neighbor’s name?
“You can’t let it ring through to voicemail this time.” Mae cooed.
Hold on, what the fuck was she saying?
“He has to know you’ve hung up on him.” Mae was watching her closely.
No! Fuck no! He might turn right around and fly back!
Mae smiled, seeming very happy about something. “You’re resisting aren’t you?”
Sure, but you don’t need to know that!
Mae’s grin widened. “You’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?”
I don’t feel like getting caught the very first time thank-you-very-much.
“Because doing what I want makes you feel soooo fucking good!”
Hold on, what am I saying?
Through the lust-haze, Emily saw clearly what Mae had been doing to her. She hadn’t spent the afternoon in kinky exploration with her lesbian neighbor after all. The repeated phrases, the constant tease and denial of her sex…Mae was conditioning her. She was programming Emily through her pussy (ohgodyes).
Now, she was going to train Emily to ignore her husband…and love it.
It sounded insane.
Did Emily want that? She knew being with Mae meant cheating on him but did she-
The phone buzzed in her hand. Tom’s picture smiled at her from the screen. She looked down her body at Mae, holding the Hitachi to Emily’s clit in one hand and savagely tugging at her own breast with the other.
Emily hit ‘decline’ before the first ring could finish. Then, her eyes rolled up into her head as Mae frantically rubbed the ball of the sex toy into her cunt and obliterated Emily’s mind.
When Emily came back to awareness, she was sitting up in the bed with Mae pressed in close behind her. Emily’s hands had been retied to her outer thighs. The ropes pulled her legs wide and gave Mae ready access to her sex.
Mae’s left hand held the Hitachi to Emily’s throbbing folds, while her right masturbated Emily’s pussy from the inside.
Lesbian porn was playing on the TV. Not just one. Many scenes. Many women. The montage rolled by, each scene jump cutting to the next in an endless collage of sapphic lust. Through it all, a undulating spiral twisted and writhed on the screen. Emily’s eyes felt dry as she watched it without blinking.
Emily realized her lips were moving. Reciting something over and over. Not the obligatory “Yes Mae,” she’d been drilling into her head all day. Something new.
It was so hard to focus. Her own voice sounded so much further away, and far less important, than Mae’s savage whispers in her ear. Her sluggish mind couldn’t focus on that either though. Her thoughts were quiet in her head. As if she simply couldn’t think of anything to think about what was happening to her.
What –is- happening to me?
Even as she tried to hold on to the thread, she felt the thoughts slipping from her grasp. Her thoughts weren’t important. Keeping her mind blank and open to Mae’s commands was all that mattered.
It was like hearing a conversation from another room. Mae’s voice, firm and commanding; her own, quiet and passive. Emily could feel them though, inside her head. Mae’s words penetrating her thoughts. Tenderizing the slick ridges of her brain the same way her hands were doing between Emily’s legs.
Mae stopped whispering a moment and nibbled on Emily’s neck, teasing the flesh there with lips and teeth. It gave Emily a moment to hear herself. To hear the mantra she’d been repeating with every exhale.
“I’m going to be Mae’s lesbian slave.”
Emily whined and pulled at the ropes, unsure herself if it was from fear or need. Then, Mae resumed whispering. Luring Emily’s waking mind far away while the indoctrination hammered away at her defenseless subconscious.
Emily rode the edge of orgasm and kept chanting.
That had been hours ago. Maybe yesterday. The black-out curtains in Mae’s bedroom made it impossible to gauge the time but it could’ve been after midnight already. Emily was certain that Mae had planned it that way. Dulling her sense of time would only enhance the mind fuck Mae had put her though. Was still putting her through.
At some point they’d stopped and Mae had cuffed Emily’s hands behind her back with leather straps then led her to the restroom. Mae let Emily use the toilet while she’d prepared for bed. Emily couldn’t imagine falling asleep with her arms bound under normal circumstances but her body, and moreover her mind, felt deeply and profoundly exhausted.
She would be asleep in minutes.
They returned to the bedroom and Mae went to her closet and pushed the doors wide. Inside was an arsenal of sex devices. Mae had a vast collection of leather and chrome objects: straps, buckles, cuffs and masks. Emily saw whips and paddles. Dildos of every size, shape, and color imaginable. Electronic boxes. Headphones and visors.
Exhausted though she was, Emily’s mind registered that Mae had been wise not to reveal it when Emily had first arrived. It might’ve frightened her off. Whereas now…
Now it was far, far too late.
Mae returned with a leather harness that she belted around Emily’s waist. She drew a pair of hanging straps down between Emily’s legs, pulled them tight across either side of her sex lips, then back up over the cheeks of her ass and secured them to the rear of the belt.
Emily’s dulled mind struggled to grasp the purpose of the contraption until Mae stepped back into her field of view carrying the Hitachi. Working quickly, Mae secured the sex wand into the harness which, in turn, kept it pressed firmly into Emily’s mound.
On the nightstand, Emily’s phone chirped as a new text message arrived. Mae unlocked the phone and read it. Emily had confessed her pass code earlier and been rewarded with a finger in her ass.
“Do you have a pet name for your husband?” Mae asked.
“Yes Mae. I call him ‘honey bear.’” Emily shivered, her mind replaying some of the more depraved acts in Mae’s home to reward her obedience with even more addictive pleasure.
“Mmmm” Mae murmured as she typed away on the phone. “Does this read right?” She asked, holding up the phone for Emily to see.
Hi honey bear. Sorry I missed your calls. Everything’s fine. I left my phone at home and I just got back from spending the day at Mae’s house. Sorry to make you worry. We’re going out shopping tomorrow so if I miss you I’ll try to call you back tomorrow night or the following morning. Enjoy the conference!
Mae turned the screen back. “Then I’ve added a heart emoji. Does this sound like a message you’d send?”
“Yes Mae.” Emily panted as she helped seal her fate.
Mae fired off the message and returned the phone to the night stand. She flicked the Hitachi’s switch to the low setting and the vibrator purred to life between Emily’s quivering legs. Then, she turned on the TV playing the subliminal lesbian porn.
Mae kissed her deeply, “Good night love. Let the lessons soak into your mind for me. I need to rest.”
Emily’s eyes flicked back and forth between Mae’s and the seductive imagery playing across the television. “Don’t…don’t I need to rest too, Mae?”
Mae smiled and shook her head. “No pet. Depriving you of sleep will soften up your mind for tomorrow’s training. Make it easier to break your resistance.”
Emily shook her head, her eyes now locked on the grinding, thrusting, cumming women on the screen. “But- I don’t want to resist, Mae.”
She smiled and tweaked a nipple. “You will soon my love. You’re indifferent about your enslavement for now. But we’ve mostly been amplifying your submissive feelings and desire for girl-sex.”
Mae stared deep into her eyes. “Tomorrow I’m going to start severing the bonds to your old life. Erasing your love for Tom. We have to get you ready for that. So you can help me break your will and take over your mind completely.”
Emily’s thoughts raced through the implications and consequences Mae’s words stirred in her mind.
Its really happening. Mae is brainwashing me. Tom doesn’t know. He can’t help. And I don’t even-
Mae kissed her again and climbed into bed, leaving Emily to stand and be programmed throughout the night.
Emily thought about her husband. Tom would be home at the end of the week. By then, his wife would belong to their pretty neighbor. Emily wondered if she’d remember his name the next time she saw him.
“You have permission to cum pet.” Mae said as she yawned. Then, she rolled over and pulled the blanket over her head.
Emily’s breath caught as she began humping the vibrator and fell eagerly into the vortex whirling within the TV.
“Yes Mae.” Emily husked.