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"Fancy seeing you here, Leah!" Solene's thick baguette-flavoured accent obscured the irony in her voice. There was no surprise, the two of them had been messaging for weeks on a half-decade old groupchat about meeting up at this alumni event. Steph, Manting and even Carys were all there, too. But they had already been absorbed into the hellish vortex which was media graduate chat.

"Heya, Sol," Leah replied with a smile and a long hug. She pulled back and cast her eyes over the crowd. "So, do you think Mihir is going to make it, or-"

Solene was not listening. Her eyes were quite literally shining with a familiar mischief. She had gossip. "Anyway! Did you..." A conspiratorial smile crossed her lips. "... Enjoy your holiday?"

Leah felt her internal organs leap a half a metre up her body. She had posted the pics yesterday.

No, she wasn't going to let herself get cornered. She'd find someone else to talk to.

She held her hands up in a defensive gesture. "Yeah... Yeah, it was a good time. Went by too fast, though."

Leah's escape was prevented by Solene's grip. The raised eyebrows on her friend's round face attested to the fact she would not avoid this conversation. "Aaaand?" Solene asked in a sing-song voice, "What about the guy?"

Leah's mouth opened, but no noise came out. She felt her face heat up. She had no idea how to explain what had happened.

Solene was not remotely perturbed. In fact, she was pressing closer into Leah's personal space, her grin getting wider. "I mean, in the pictures you look really happy."

An image of herself practically draped over her holiday fling rushed through Leah's head. With her nipples visibly hard beneath her top, and her eyes completely glazed over. It wasn't a bad memory. But it was weird. She really didn't feel like sharing it.

Her eyes locked on to Solene's hard, serious gaze. Then a sultry, accented whisper came from Solene's lips. "You look almost... enchanted." A finger came to Solene's lips in a mockery of deep thought. "Or even hypnotised."

The word itself was enough to make Leah jump back and almost knock over a plate of hors d'oeuvres. "H-h-he was just really hot, y-you know?"

It was correct, of course. As late as when she was getting off the plane, Leah's head had been filled with dreamy whispers of I am hypnotised and I will show myself off for Master. That kind of thing. Even remembering the whispers made her hands move towards the hem of her dress as muscle memory demanded she rip it off.

But it was a temporary thing. That (and the fact that he was hot) was why she hadn't bothered resisting. It was a nice dream for summer. A strange experience to treasure, and maybe repeat if they crossed paths in some other resort years down the line.

That was all, though. She was free now. No more hypnotic submission. Just a secret between two summer lovers.

And, apparently, Solene.

Solene, who had grabbed both of her hands, and was now staring dead into her eyes. Solene, whose own eyes had started to morph and swirl, her irises dilating and becoming one with a stretching, spiralling pupil.

Solene, who was purring in a voice that felt almost subliminal. "I didn't realise my best friend was susceptible."

"I'm not!" Leah lied, her voice high with panic. The spirals proved it was a lie. They weren't real, Mast-. Roberto had explained they were a 'manifestation of our mental link'. So Solene had already established a link, and Leah couldn't simply pull away. Mentally or physically, her friend's grip was stronger than his.

"Of course you are," Solene whispered, as her eyes pulled Leah's face closer. "You're more than susceptible. That man opened a gate. And now anyone can waltz right in."

The words were warm in Leah's ears, and warmth was spreading through her body. There was a difference to the feeling. Back in the Ibizan club, she had felt an overwhelming weight crushing her thoughts into nothing and placing unstoppable force on her mind. This time, it was more like someone had sneaked in to her brain's control centre and was pulling all the levers. She felt dizzy and it was hard to focus on anything but Solene's eyes, but the major feeling was just of every pleasure centre in her body activating at once.

"You like losing control, Leah."

Solene's voice was just so sexy. She had never noticed it before, but now her body was literally perking up in response to it. She tried to push inwards, to force the warmth back inside, and fight back against the presence in her head. She felt beads of sweat run down her face, so cold in contrast to her flushed cheeks.

Her friend moved closer. In for the kill. "Who is your owner?" She purred.

Her dizzy head rushed with half-formed ideas of ways to say she didn't belong to him any more. That she was not under control. But while her consciousness failed to answer, her subconscious had already spoken, eager to answer Solene's call. "No-one." She said, simply.

Solene pouted, but her voice was just as sensual. "Of course. Because that man was only a temporary arrangement, wasn't it?"

Leah nodded before she thought.

"You weren't owned, you were... leased, I suppose. But now I'm giving you a chance for permanence. Unending pleasure." With the last word, Solene licked her finger and pressed it softly into Leah's lips. Leah didn't flinch.

She didn't even blink.

She knew she didn't want to fall under control again. Because, like, not being in control of herself would just be... bad. But her head couldn't form any real argument against it, and her body was screaming how much it wanted to be under Solene's power.

After a few moments with her mouth hanging open, Leah forced an answer from her muddled thoughts. "No I- I have free will now, I don't need an owner."

Solene's finger came to her lips again, and stayed there. Cool, comforting, and most importantly, silencing. "Silly Leah, that's not right. You don't have free will any more. You lost it on your holiday. It doesn't just come back when someone lets go of the reins."

Leah nodded helplessly. Her gate had been opened. Solene was inside, and as she spoke she felt her friend start to settle in to the throne, start to take control.

"You are a servant. The second you broke for him, you gave up your freedom for life. You will always exist under someone's control. Happy... and compliant." Now Solene's pale hand cupped Leah's chin, as if inspecting a prized ornament. "Just like me."

Like her?

But that... That meant.

Leah felt suddenly like she had lost the moment she locked eyes with her friend. She was completely defenceless. She had been soundly defeated. Her thoughts were already falling under Solene's influence. And Solene didn't even have a will of her own?

She stared with unspoken questions.

Solene leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

"It will make sense in a moment, Leah. Just close your eyes, let me show you."

Leah felt her eyes flutter as her body rushed to obey the command without orders from her brain. But her brain quickly followed, it was already more Solene's than Leah's. She let images of the spiral fill her memory, and let her eyes close.

Solene didn't speak. She didn't need to. Once Leah had accepted their link, her friend's thoughts simply started to flood into her brain. At first, it was comforting. It was like a hug and a kiss all at once, warm and intimate and safe.

Then Solene's thoughts started to drown her own. She tried to grab on to her own ideas. Her goals, her preferences, her basic outlook on life. But they were scattered and quiet, and nothing had escaped the mental domination. Every single vestige of Leah was absorbed into Solene's will. Her mind was no longer just being pulled along, it was completely subordinated.

Leah tried to think, and could only think Solene's thoughts.

There were definite undertones in her thoughts. Exciting undertones. Visions of them both in lacy lingerie, bodies entwined in a beautiful show. Images of both girls putting on a bikini fashion show by the beach, happily swapping between swimsuits with no shame.

But every thought had a clear focus. A target of devotion and service.

Leah knew his name instantly. She knew his face, his body, and everything she needed to know about him.

Most importantly, she knew that he was Solene's Master.

And now that her mind had been conquered, he was her Master, too.

A tug on her left hand brought her out of her thoughts. Well, out of Solene's thoughts.

There were no spirals in her friend's eyes any more. Just like when her old owner had fully established his control, there was no need for a visual representation of their link. Leah was constantly, viscerally aware of her thoughts being shared with Solene.

"What do you say we leave this place behind and go have some real fun?" Somehow, Solene's already deeply sexy accent was even more hot when she talked about that.

It wasn't quite a command. The second Solene had taken complete control of Leah's mind, she had transferred the control over to Master. But both of them shared the desire to please him whenever possible.

So, it wasn't a command, but Leah still obeyed without question.

She nodded, winked, and let Solene drag her out of the door.

Leah obeyed, again. A new Master. A new owner. And this time, it wouldn't end when she went back home.

---

"Mauri," I hear you say, "Why are so many of you stories atm fixated on the idea of being put under mind control while you're on holiday?" To which I answer "Covid got me down bad." And refuse to elaborate.

Anyway, this is one where I am not super happy with the descriptions, but I am really impressed with myself when it comes to how hot the general concept is. Maybe that's a signal that it would work better as one of those little caption-y things than as a 'full length' (just over 1500 words shows remarkable restraint from me tbh) story. Buuut, we don't do that here.

Proofreading credit as always to prolific manipper and lover of the common semicolon, Dormiria

Description
"Fancy seeing you here, Leah!" Solene's thick baguette-flavoured accent obscured the irony in her voice. There was no surprise, the two of them had been messaging for weeks on a half-decade old groupchat about meeting up at this alumni event. Steph, Manting and even Carys were all there, too. But they had already been absorbed into the hellish vortex which was media graduate chat.

"Heya, Sol," Leah replied with a smile and a long hug. She pulled back and cast her eyes over the crowd. "So, do you think Mihir is going to make it, or-"

Solene was not listening. Her eyes were quite literally shining with a familiar mischief. She had gossip. "Anyway! Did you..." A conspiratorial smile crossed her lips. "... Enjoy your holiday?"

Leah felt her internal organs leap a half a metre up her body. She had posted the pics yesterday.

No, she wasn't going to let herself get cornered. She'd find someone else to talk to.

She held her hands up in a defensive gesture. "Yeah... Yeah, it was a good time. Went by too fast, though."

Leah's escape was prevented by Solene's grip. The raised eyebrows on her friend's round face attested to the fact she would not avoid this conversation. "Aaaand?" Solene asked in a sing-song voice, "What about the guy?"

Leah's mouth opened, but no noise came out. She felt her face heat up. She had no idea how to explain what had happened.

Solene was not remotely perturbed. In fact, she was pressing closer into Leah's personal space, her grin getting wider. "I mean, in the pictures you look really happy."

An image of herself practically draped over her holiday fling rushed through Leah's head. With her nipples visibly hard beneath her top, and her eyes completely glazed over. It wasn't a bad memory. But it was weird. She really didn't feel like sharing it.

Her eyes locked on to Solene's hard, serious gaze. Then a sultry, accented whisper came from Solene's lips. "You look almost... enchanted." A finger came to Solene's lips in a mockery of deep thought. "Or even hypnotised."

The word itself was enough to make Leah jump back and almost knock over a plate of hors d'oeuvres. "H-h-he was just really hot, y-you know?"

It was correct, of course. As late as when she was getting off the plane, Leah's head had been filled with dreamy whispers of I am hypnotised and I will show myself off for Master. That kind of thing. Even remembering the whispers made her hands move towards the hem of her dress as muscle memory demanded she rip it off.

But it was a temporary thing. That (and the fact that he was hot) was why she hadn't bothered resisting. It was a nice dream for summer. A strange experience to treasure, and maybe repeat if they crossed paths in some other resort years down the line.

That was all, though. She was free now. No more hypnotic submission. Just a secret between two summer lovers.

And, apparently, Solene.

Solene, who had grabbed both of her hands, and was now staring dead into her eyes. Solene, whose own eyes had started to morph and swirl, her irises dilating and becoming one with a stretching, spiralling pupil.

Solene, who was purring in a voice that felt almost subliminal. "I didn't realise my best friend was susceptible."

"I'm not!" Leah lied, her voice high with panic. The spirals proved it was a lie. They weren't real, Mast-. Roberto had explained they were a 'manifestation of our mental link'. So Solene had already established a link, and Leah couldn't simply pull away. Mentally or physically, her friend's grip was stronger than his.

"Of course you are," Solene whispered, as her eyes pulled Leah's face closer. "You're more than susceptible. That man opened a gate. And now anyone can waltz right in."

The words were warm in Leah's ears, and warmth was spreading through her body. There was a difference to the feeling. Back in the Ibizan club, she had felt an overwhelming weight crushing her thoughts into nothing and placing unstoppable force on her mind. This time, it was more like someone had sneaked in to her brain's control centre and was pulling all the levers. She felt dizzy and it was hard to focus on anything but Solene's eyes, but the major feeling was just of every pleasure centre in her body activating at once.

"You like losing control, Leah."

Solene's voice was just so sexy. She had never noticed it before, but now her body was literally perking up in response to it. She tried to push inwards, to force the warmth back inside, and fight back against the presence in her head. She felt beads of sweat run down her face, so cold in contrast to her flushed cheeks.

Her friend moved closer. In for the kill. "Who is your owner?" She purred.

Her dizzy head rushed with half-formed ideas of ways to say she didn't belong to him any more. That she was not under control. But while her consciousness failed to answer, her subconscious had already spoken, eager to answer Solene's call. "No-one." She said, simply.

Solene pouted, but her voice was just as sensual. "Of course. Because that man was only a temporary arrangement, wasn't it?"

Leah nodded before she thought.

"You weren't owned, you were... leased, I suppose. But now I'm giving you a chance for permanence. Unending pleasure." With the last word, Solene licked her finger and pressed it softly into Leah's lips. Leah didn't flinch.

She didn't even blink.

She knew she didn't want to fall under control again. Because, like, not being in control of herself would just be... bad. But her head couldn't form any real argument against it, and her body was screaming how much it wanted to be under Solene's power.

After a few moments with her mouth hanging open, Leah forced an answer from her muddled thoughts. "No I- I have free will now, I don't need an owner."

Solene's finger came to her lips again, and stayed there. Cool, comforting, and most importantly, silencing. "Silly Leah, that's not right. You don't have free will any more. You lost it on your holiday. It doesn't just come back when someone lets go of the reins."

Leah nodded helplessly. Her gate had been opened. Solene was inside, and as she spoke she felt her friend start to settle in to the throne, start to take control.

"You are a servant. The second you broke for him, you gave up your freedom for life. You will always exist under someone's control. Happy... and compliant." Now Solene's pale hand cupped Leah's chin, as if inspecting a prized ornament. "Just like me."

Like her?

But that... That meant.

Leah felt suddenly like she had lost the moment she locked eyes with her friend. She was completely defenceless. She had been soundly defeated. Her thoughts were already falling under Solene's influence. And Solene didn't even have a will of her own?

She stared with unspoken questions.

Solene leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

"It will make sense in a moment, Leah. Just close your eyes, let me show you."

Leah felt her eyes flutter as her body rushed to obey the command without orders from her brain. But her brain quickly followed, it was already more Solene's than Leah's. She let images of the spiral fill her memory, and let her eyes close.

Solene didn't speak. She didn't need to. Once Leah had accepted their link, her friend's thoughts simply started to flood into her brain. At first, it was comforting. It was like a hug and a kiss all at once, warm and intimate and safe.

Then Solene's thoughts started to drown her own. She tried to grab on to her own ideas. Her goals, her preferences, her basic outlook on life. But they were scattered and quiet, and nothing had escaped the mental domination. Every single vestige of Leah was absorbed into Solene's will. Her mind was no longer just being pulled along, it was completely subordinated.

Leah tried to think, and could only think Solene's thoughts.

There were definite undertones in her thoughts. Exciting undertones. Visions of them both in lacy lingerie, bodies entwined in a beautiful show. Images of both girls putting on a bikini fashion show by the beach, happily swapping between swimsuits with no shame.

But every thought had a clear focus. A target of devotion and service.

Leah knew his name instantly. She knew his face, his body, and everything she needed to know about him.

Most importantly, she knew that he was Solene's Master.

And now that her mind had been conquered, he was her Master, too.

A tug on her left hand brought her out of her thoughts. Well, out of Solene's thoughts.

There were no spirals in her friend's eyes any more. Just like when her old owner had fully established his control, there was no need for a visual representation of their link. Leah was constantly, viscerally aware of her thoughts being shared with Solene.

"What do you say we leave this place behind and go have some real fun?" Somehow, Solene's already deeply sexy accent was even more hot when she talked about that.

It wasn't quite a command. The second Solene had taken complete control of Leah's mind, she had transferred the control over to Master. But both of them shared the desire to please him whenever possible.

So, it wasn't a command, but Leah still obeyed without question.

She nodded, winked, and let Solene drag her out of the door.

Leah obeyed, again. A new Master. A new owner. And this time, it wouldn't end when she went back home.

---

"Mauri," I hear you say, "Why are so many of you stories atm fixated on the idea of being put under mind control while you're on holiday?" To which I answer "Covid got me down bad." And refuse to elaborate.

Anyway, this is one where I am not super happy with the descriptions, but I am really impressed with myself when it comes to how hot the general concept is. Maybe that's a signal that it would work better as one of those little caption-y things than as a 'full length' (just over 1500 words shows remarkable restraint from me tbh) story. Buuut, we don't do that here.

Proofreading credit as always to prolific manipper and lover of the common semicolon, Dormiria