Heavy Breathing

Kim's fingers crept down to her pussy, following her conditioning directly into pleasure. She had given in to Mistress Imani's deep hypnotic power and obeyed. She had prevented herself from spoiling Mistress Imani's plans. She was a good, good girl. "I am a good, good girl," she said out loud, once again able to speak now that it had stopped resisting.

The moment she said it, Kim felt a liquid rush of pleasure coating her fingers. She whimpered, feeling the slick fluids smear across her pussy lips as she brushed them up and down, up and down, each time sending herself deeper into obedience. "...good girl..." she whimpered, unable to think anymore. She obeyed, and soon Holly would too.

"No!" she gasped out, pulling her hand away with a titanic effort. Her head swam with arousal, but she fought with reserves she never even knew she had. "Holly," she reminded herself, saying the word out loud. "Holly. Holly. Holly."

She hit the REDIAL button. "Holly," she said, again and again and again, turning her friend's name into a mantra of resistance. "Holly, Holly..."

The phone rang once. "Hello?" said the voice on the other end.

"HhhhhHHHHHHH..." Kim felt her voice choke off in mid-word, strangling off the warning before it could even begin."Hhhhhhh..." She struggled to regain the momentum of the mantra, desperately trying to get out just one word, just one syllable. If she could only resist long enough to do that, she knew she could do the rest. "HhhhhHHHHhhh..."

"Oh, fuck off!" Holly shouted. The line went dead again.

The second the phone went dead, Kim was able to speak again. She returned to her mantra just as before, the words coming even easier this time. "I am a good girl, and good girls obey," she said, hearing the strength and power in her voice. "I am a good girl, and good girls obey." She could feel her determination building. This time she could really do it, she could overcome all her resistance and give in...give in to Mistress Imani?

Something about that didn't sound right, but then she heard her own voice again smoothing out her thoughts into a peaceful haze. "I am a good girl, and good girls obey." She remembered now. "I am a good girl, and good girls obey." She didn't know how she could possibly have forgotten. "I am a good girl, and good girls obey."

Her hand went back to her pussy, stroking and teasing her wet opening to the edge of orgasm. "I am a good girl, and good girls obey." But there was no need to cum; she could simply drift along in this warm, happy glow of obedience and let the pleasure of her fingers soothe her mind into a dreamy state where nothing mattered but Mistress Imani's will.

"I am a good girl, and good girls obey," she said. Each time, the words etched themselves deeper into the groove in her mind, already worn into a channel by countless hours of repetition as she danced along the edge of bliss. "I am a good girl, and good girls obey."

She remembered the fantasy, the tantalizing promise that Mistress Imani had used to break her even further. She heard Mistress Imani's voice in her head. 'Someday, pet,' she had said, 'you will chant this into Holly's ears. Your fingers will stroke her into obedience.'

Kim shuddered, her clit throbbing with need. She would chant her mantra into Holly's ears, she decided. Just as Mistress Imani had promised. Just as she had commanded. She hit the REDIAL button again with her free hand, still repeating endlessly, "I am a good girl, and good girls obey. I-"

Holly picked up the phone, and Kim's words dissolved into desperate panting breath. "HhhhhHHHHHhhhh..." The pleasure in her clit built into an endless pleasant ache as the mantra repeated itself in her mind. But her mouth only released one tortured gasp after another. "HHHHHHHHH... HhhHHHhhhHhHhHHH..."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Holly shouted into the receiver. "What the fuck is it with you? I don't give a fuck what your sick pervy thing is, okay? I'm waiting for a real goddamn call, so leave me the fuck alone. Got it?"

Kim heard the anger in her friend's voice, and she tried to explain that she was sorry, that she was so sorry for what she had been made to do. But all that came out was heavy breathing. "HHHhhhhh... hhhhHHHHHhhhh..." Kim felt tears running down her cheeks as the phone went dead.

"Please," Kim whimpered, begging her subconscious to relent just this once. If she could only save Holly, she promised, she would never resist again, never even try to. She would break herself more thoroughly than Mistress Imani ever could, if only she could just have one word. Just one.

But her finger danced on her clit, reminding her that she could never break herself as well as Mistress Imani. The pleasure was unbearable now, and her finger was wrinkled from her juices as she strummed her pussy lips over and over, around and around. Mistress Imani had already ground away her resistance to powder, and blown the powder away on the breeze. Kim could never barter with her slave self because she no longer had anything else to trade, and the calls only proved it.

Kim's eyes slipped shut as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She was obeying, she realized. Sinking into trance was obedience. Melting into pleasure was obedience. Betraying her friend was obedience. Why was she even fighting it? She knew how good it felt to give in to Mistress Imani's will. Why would she want to keep her friend from experiencing the same endless, mindless bliss?

She couldn't think of an answer, but she reached for the REDIAL button anyway. She didn't even know if Holly would still be there; she'd completely lost track of time, and Mistress Imani might already have arrived and begun the process of conditioning Holly to Mistress Imani's will. Holly might already be staring into those beautiful dark eyes, feeling herself grow deeply aroused as Mistress Imani painted a picture of the glory of submission with her words...

The phone slipped out of her fingers. Kim wasn't sure if she'd even managed to press the button or not until she heard Holly's voice saying, "Um, hi, hello, hi?" Holly's voice squeaked with arousal, and for a moment Kim worried that she was too late. But then she realized Mistress Imani would have disconnected the phone. There would be no interruptions when it was time for Holly to be taken.

Kim told herself she had to speak. "hhhhHHHHhhhhh..." she gasped, as her cunt distracted her with a burst of pleasure for just half a second. It was too long-the line went dead again.

And Kim knew she had lost. She couldn't open her eyes. She couldn't stop masturbating. She couldn't even see the phone. Her free hand was playing with her tits now, thumbing the stiff nipples over and over again as she sank all the way into Mistress Imani's power. She belonged to Mistress Imani now, and she consoled herself with the knowledge that she would at least be together with Holly in her submission. They would play together, tongues dancing on each other's clits for Mistress Imani's pleasure, and they would sleep curled up like lovers on the floor by Mistress Imani's bed. They would gaze into each other's eyes and whisper mantras of submission, just like...

The image came to her mind, a flash of memory that forced Kim's eyes open and gave her one last desperate surge of willpower. She remembered staring into Holly's eyes, forcing the other woman back against the wall as a movie played in the background. Fixing her gaze onto Holly's, both of them pretending it could melt Holly into an obedient trance. "Miriam, please," she said out loud.

She picked up the phone and pressed REDIAL. Her fingers wouldn't stop pistoning in and out of her pussy, but she kept her mind resolutely focused on the memory of Holly, pulling her shirt off and leaning back so that Kim could lean in to suck with savage intensity at the crook of her elbow. Holly always came so hard at that...

The phone rang. Holly almost didn't answer it. But at last Kim heard her voice on the other end, sounding so deeply aroused that Kim almost lost track of whether this was a fantasy or a reality. "'Lo?" Holly muttered, trying to keep the whimper out of her voice and just barely failing.

"hhhhhh..." Kim could feel it now, the desire giving her power she had thought was lost forever. She wanted to see Holly submit to her, not to Mistress Imani. She wanted to make the other girl whimper and beg and plead to be taken. She would tell her that, she would tell her everything-

"Is this what you wanted?" Holly growled out, her voice husky with lust. "Is this what you wanted, you fucking creep?" Kim heard the voice getting farther away, and suddenly the speaker was filled with the slap and squish of fingers pumping in and out of a wet and sticky cunt so loud that Kim could hear them over the sound of the movie in the background.

"Holly," Kim whimpered, her voice weak and reedy. She wasn't even sure if her friend could hear her. "No, Holly, I didn't, I..."

She heard Holly shouting, cutting off her words with another snarl of angry lust. "Is this, ohhhh...oh, fuck, is this good for you? Are you cumming now?"

And suddenly Kim was. The slick and dripping need in her pussy mingled with the arousal of hearing Holly whimper and moan and pump her fingers into the cunt Kim had tasted so many times that she knew it by heart. She gasped, helpless to resist the orgasm that ripped through her body as she heard Holly say, barely even able to slur out the words through a haze of pleasure, "Because I am..."

Then the words on the other end of the line melted into moans and Kim's pussy clenched around her fingers. She gasped for breath as the orgasm flowed on and on, her hand unable to stop, and with every gasp she heard the voice on the other end of the phone hissing out gasps right along with her. "HHHHHHH! HHHHHHHH!" She never thought she could cum so hard even for her best friend, but something about the perverse desperation lent her arousal an edge beyond anything she could imagine. Her hips strained against the air as her pleasure hit a final crescendo.

At last, utterly spent, she flopped down again onto the floor. Before she could even try to speak, she heard Holly say, "And don't call again, sicko." The phone went dead.

Kim knelt in place for what seemed like ages, her mind utterly blank. The fog of pleasure completely wiped away even memory, until all she could be was Mistress Imani's good girl. She would never know how long she spent in that mist, but she knew in her heart that it was too long. Holly belonged to Mistress Imani now. Just like her.

Kim heard footsteps coming down the hall, and she crawled toward the apartment door to greet Mistress Imani. Her resistance melted into hope-maybe if she begged, Mistress Imani would let her take control of the new pet once in a while. Then she could see those beautiful eyes melt into obedience for her and know that it wasn't pretend anymore. She could take Holly just the way she'd always wanted to. That sounded so hot to her now.

She looked over at the door with a smile of anticipation as it opened.

THE END