It was incredible how quickly a day could change.

It was incredible how quickly a day could change. Sophia shifted restlessly on her bed, clad in nothing but a thin, lace halter bra and a frilly black thong. It was hardly her first choice for dorm room attire: the undersized top barely supported her overflowing tits, and she had never gotten used to how...bare thongs could make her bottom feel. Still, it was the sexiest underwear she owned, an outfit straight from her hentai folder. And while the absurdity of that standard was just now occurring to her, it was too late to change anything. Master was coming. And it was her job to cheer him up. Rain tapped on the murky window pane, plucking at the stifling quiet. The sunlight that had cradled her in the morning had since been swallowed by an armada of clouds, their downpour claiming the campus the moment she had reached her own dorm. Since then, Sophia had spent her afternoon trying to catch up on schoolwork, a mission frequently thwarted by her worries over Master. She didn't think Elise would hurt him, but the possibility still made it impossible to focus on anything else. Now he was on his way over to Mercy Hill, to "decompress" as his phone call had put it. He hadn't recounted all the details of his meeting with Elise, but Sophia got the gist: Chelsea's days at Diepner were numbered, and Master would likely never see her again. Sophia didn't know how she felt about that. From the sound of things, neither did Master. Her phone buzzed on her desk, signaling his arrival downstairs. Sophia scooped on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, enough to look decent while she navigated the halls to the front entrance. As she opened the door, she wished she had thought to bring a towel as well. "Oh wow," she said as Master stepped inside, his soaking clothes clinging to his narrow frame. "It really got you out there, huh?" "You could say that," he replied. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he leaned forward and kissed her. Sophia melted into the sensation, eager for him to press further. But he pulled away after only a moment. "Can we, uh, talk in your room?" "Sure," she answered, venturing to take his hand. He accepted her fingers into his, but his mind was still clearly elsewhere. It was only earlier that day that he couldn't keep his eyes off her; now his pupils drifted and darted away at the slightest glance. She tried not to let it bother her too much. "Here," Sophia handed Master a towel as they entered her room. "We can hang up your clothes too, if you want." "Thanks," he replied, droplets flying as he dried his hair before stripping his shirt from his taut torso. Sophia resisted the urge to stare, turning around and disrobing instead. With her outer layer removed and her tits tucked back into place, she spun around to find Master already staring at her, his cock stiffening before her eyes. A flicker of arousal sparked between her legs, and she felt her cheeks flush. "I, um. Thought you might need some cheering up," she offered. He smiled. But it wasn't the hungry grin she expected. He looked exhausted. And sad. "That outfit can't be comfortable," he observed. "It's...not." "You can put something else on, if you want," he said, climbing onto her bed and flopping on his back with a sigh. "I just need to lie down and...think for a second." "Uh, okay." She hesitated. "Is it...alright if I lie down too?" His smile was warmer this time. "I was hoping you would." Sophia exhaled, her heart fluttering with relief. Being a good slave was easy when Master took what he wanted, but this was a whole other ball game. Her programming urged her to go to him, to smother him with worship and offer whatever relief she could. But the part of her that remembered their old relationship knew that aggressive affection would only push him deeper inside of himself, pressuring him to swallow his feelings instead of easing them. So she freed herself from her lace constraints and crawled into bed without a word. She nestled against him and kissed his neck, her fingers tracing idle circles through his chest hair. His hand slipped down the arch of her back, and she exhaled contented murmurs as he kneaded her hips and ass. Whatever had happened between him and Elise, whatever was still lingering between him and Chelsea, Sophia wanted her Master to remember that she was here, she was his, and none of that would ever change. She needed him to sink into that realization with her, to leave everything else behind and take shelter in her instead. But while the warmth in her room kept the rain at bay, the grey air still dripped through the cracks. It hung over Master's head, billowing and growing with every moment, until Sophia started to feel it too. Dark thoughts invaded her haven, wearing Chelsea's face and speaking in her voice. They reminded Sophia of the lies and manipulations she and Master had suffered, the hooks Chelsea had latched into both of their hearts. And yet, as Sophia felt the anger rise, she recalled the sadness she had seen in her former rival's gaze, the desperate longing in her voice as she bid farewell. Chelsea had told Sophia to take care of Master. But what if she couldn't do it alone? "I'm sorry," Master muttered, breaking through the darkness. "This probably isn't easy for you either." Sophia forced a smile. "It's...confusing," she agreed. "I can't tell if we dodged a bullet, or just haven't realized it hit us yet." Master groaned in exasperated agreement. "It's so messed up. I know I should be happy. I'm living the fantasy I've always wanted, and the only person who could ruin it is leaving forever. And yet..." "...And yet if it wasn't for her, our fantasy life would've just stayed fantasy," Sophia finished for him. "I've been thinking about that too." Master met her gaze, seeming to wrestle with her words as he toyed with a strand of her hair. "Then again, it's not like Chelsea did it all out of the goodness of her heart. If her plan had worked, you would've been totally under her control, and used as a bargaining chip against me. Maybe it's really in spite of her that we managed to get together on our own terms." Sophia frowned. "Maybe. But it's hard to say. I mean, Chelsea wasn't the only one acting shady. We were all being pretty dishonest with each other until last night." "True..." Master pinched his eyes. "God, we were such idiots, weren't we?" Sophia let out a soft laugh. "Kinda yeah." Her smile faded. "Which is why...when I think about what Chelsea's going through right now, it just...doesn't seem fair, y'know?" "It doesn't." Master paused, then met Sophia's eyes. "Do you think I should try to rescue her?" Sophia tensed, as though she were nudging the edge of a dangerous precipice. "Would that even be possible?" "I don't know," Master admitted with a sigh. "If I could get Elise alone, there's a chance I'd be able to turn her. But it's a long shot. I can't test the waters or try a subtle induction like I have before—she'll be on guard and hypervigilant around me no matter what. I could try a head-on attack, but she might be strong enough to resist that too. And if I can't get her under control in one shot, I doubt she'll give me a second." He grimaced. "Even worse, once she knows about my power, she'll probably do everything she can to take it for herself. With her resources, she could pretty easily corner me into being her on-call Svengali. Or maybe she'd just gag and dissect me to see how the Vox ticks." Sophia's stomach churned at the thought. "When you put it like that...chasing after Chelsea seems like a pretty dumb idea." Master nodded, but didn't speak. He didn't need to. Sophia swallowed, afraid to face the question that had stalked her all day. "Do you want to save her?" It took Master a couple tries to answer. "I'd...I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it. But it'd be stupid to bet everything on such a risky gamble." "That wasn't what I asked though," Sophia pressed, desperation outpacing her fear. "Do you want to save her?" Master met her eyes, his answer ringing clear even before the word broke the silence. "Yes." "Could you live with yourself if we didn't?" He gave the slightest shake of his head. "No." Sophia exhaled. The realization of what they had just agreed to, the danger they had decided to face, sent a fresh shiver through her shoulders. But when she saw the determination burning in her Master's eyes and felt the way his breathing slowed underneath her palm, she knew it was the right call. "Then...that's our answer," she stated simply. Master thought for a moment, then sat up. "There's more, though," he said. "If we pull this off...I don't want to go back to the way things were. I don't want to waste more time on stupid mind games, and I don't want to risk wiping her memory and setting her loose again." Sophia bit her lip. "So...you want to bring her in. As another slave." Master nodded. "It might sound crazy, but there's a part of me that's always felt responsible for her. Not just as another human being but...as her Master. It's just taken me this long to stop running from it," he laughed, abashed. Sophia tried to laugh along, but couldn't. "Well, if that's what you want...you know I can't refuse." "But how do you feel about that?" Master asked, resting his hand on hers. "I have a responsibility to you too, and it's not something I take lightly." Sophia exhaled, savoring the weight of his touch. It anchored her, allowing her to see the horizon beyond the storming seas. Master give her an encouraging squeeze. "You can take your time, but be honest. If we're going to do this, we can't hide these kinds of feelings from each other." He was right. Of course he was. "There is a part of me that hates the idea of sharing you. And...another part that worries you'll end up choosing Chelsea over me." "You know I won't," Master assured her. "If Chelsea was all I wanted, none of this would've ever happened." "I know. Besides, the part of me that wants to make you happy is stronger anyway. And..." Sophia hesitated, but her Master's prompting drove her on. "Honestly, I've always kind of had a crush on Chelsea. I mean, I hated her too, but as annoying and mean and stuck-up as she could be, when she was hypnotizing me in her room, well..." She averted her burning face. "It was...it was kinda hot." Master blinked, then chuckled. "Wow. I wish I could've been there to see it." "M-me too." Sophia tittered, staring at her lap. "This is so weird. I had no problem licking your cum off the floor earlier, but telling you all that...still felt kinda embarrassing. Not sure what that means." Master's hand graced her cheek, drawing her gaze back to his. "It means I'm very lucky to have you," he said. His touch and praise caused Sophia's head to tingle. She closed her eyes, riding the current of desire. "Can I ask you for something?" "Anything," her Master replied. She paused, then forced herself to continue. "Even though I'm okay with Chelsea joining us, the parts of me that are scared and nervous are still there. But...you could take them away, couldn't you?" Master arched an eyebrow. "Is that what you want?" Sophia sucked a breath through her teeth, setting her resolve. "If we're gonna risk it all to save her, I wanna make sure I'm committed, 100%. Besides, this is one of the benefits of being a slave, right? Who needs therapy when I have a Master to brainwash the bad thoughts away?" Master laughed, breaking the last of the dark clouds apart. "That's one way of thinking about it." "It's the only way I can. Thanks to you." She leaned forward to kiss his jaw. "Good girl," Master growled, grasping the nape of her neck. "Now sleep for me." The trance came over her in an instant, her head dipping and the world slipping away before her eyes had even finished closing. She slumped against her Master, pulled by his gravity, unable and unwilling to resist. "Sophia, can you hear me?" her world asked. "Yes Master," she replied in a dreamy whisper. "That's a good girl. So deep an entranced for me already. So willing to give in, to let your thoughts and will slip away, to empty yourself of everything but my voice and power. Because it feels so good, so relaxing, doesn't it?" "Yesss...Master..." came her slurred response, her body already so heavy and limp it was becoming hard to speak. How had she survived a whole day without this bliss? How had she gone so long without submitting completely to her Master's power, letting him dissolve and reform her with every overwhelming word? It was unthinkable. Most things were now. Master chuckled. "That's right, a good girl knows the pleasure that obedience brings. But following your Master's orders is just what comes naturally to a brainwashed slave like you. You don't even have to think about it anymore—it's as easy as breathing, isn't it?" "Yess...." Sophia exhaled. The warmth of her own breath wafted back to her, slow and steady as Master's fingers traced the line of her slackened jaw. "Then that means you're ready to descend even further for me, to offer even more of yourself in submission, and to receive an even greater reward. That sounds wonderful, doesn't it?" "Yessss...Masssteer..." "That's good," Master murmured. "Then open your eyes." Sophia obeyed, her eyelids fluttering open. The world was a hazy blur, yet her Master's gaze burned bright and clear, its dark light filling her vision, drawing her in even as her body remainedstill. "Good girl," he growled, pleased. "Focus on this connection between us, the energy flowing from me into you. It's irresistible. You feel it don't you?" "Uh...huh..." Sophia nodded, more out of instinct than any conscious thought. She was adrift on the ocean of her Master's power, carried by currents she couldn't see or understand, but which moved her all the same. "Open yourself to that energy. Let it shape you as I continue to speak, and I promise you when you awaken from this trance, you will be transformed. That is what you want, isn't it?" Want? Want didn't even begin to describe the longing she felt. "Yesssss...." she drawled, dimly aware of the drool slipping from her open lips. "Good girl," Master cooed, wiping her chin. "In the past you have served as an agent of my will. But from now on, you shall serve as its extension. Do you understand?" Sophia nodded her droopy head. Even if her mind was too foggy to comprehend, she knew the deepest parts of her would understand and obey Master's words. To do otherwise was impossible. "The best part is, it will be so easy for you. You're already such a good, obedient slave. All you desire is to obey your Master's wishes. Isn't that right?" "Yes Master," she droned. "In fact, this happens so readily and instinctually, it's almost as if my wishes are your wishes, isn't it?" "Yes Master." "Exactly. My desires become your desires. My wishes become your wishes. It's a process so easy for you, so ingrained in your mind, that you do it without thinking. So in a sense, you are already an extension of my will. Isn't that right?" Sophia giggled and nodded. She didn't follow Master's logic so much as experience it, like a passenger on a roller coaster, every twist and turn sending waves of giddy helplessness through her. "It would be simple, then to imagine what it would be like if my desires really were your desires; if by simply wanting something, I could make you want it as well. You already fulfill my wishes so easily, it wouldn't be hard to let them become your wishes as well. It would be easy. Natural." "Easy...natural..." Sophia repeated automatically, her breath hitching as Master brushed a hand over her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple as he toyed with her soft, weak body. "That's right. And as you think about how easy and natural it is, I want you to repeat after me: My Master's desires are my desires." "My Master's...hhhhii...!" Sophia gasped. She felt her Master's hand slip into her panties, her soaking cunt pressing eagerly against his touch. But she couldn't escape the pull of his eyes, couldn't deny the words echoing in her mind and out of her lips. "My Master's...desires...are my...desires." "Good girl. And every time you say it, the pleasure you feel, the bliss the truth brings you, only increases. Now say it again: my Master's desires are my desires." "My...Master's desires...are my...desiiiiiirreeess..." She clutched his shoulders as his fingers slid inside her, every movement sending fresh tremors of need through her. "Again. Keep going." "My Master's desires....are my desires...My Master's desires are...are...my...my..." She grinded mindlessly against him, losing herself in the sensation, only for the mantra to return of its own accord, carrying her further into ecstasy. The world melted into pure sensation, every part of her surrendering to the pleasure. She was no longer forming words, but making the only sounds she could make, the only sounds she had ever made, as primal and urgent as the climax building between her thighs. "...D-desires are my desires my M-Master's desires a-a-are my desires my Master's d-desires..." Her head was yanked back, her Master's eyes suddenly filling her vision again. "When I kiss you, you will cum for me and awaken. Your Master desires this. And what are your Master's desires?" "M-Master's d-desires are my desires my Master's desires are—" "Good girl." His lips found hers. And the truth erupted inside of her. It broke her apart in violent spasms of celebration, revealing a new slave, a new being underneath, spilling into the world in a torrent of blissful, blistering light. For a moment, she was gone. And then she was there. Blinking awake. Her head resting on her Master's shoulder. Her lungs heaving for air. Her heart beating with joy. Master was stroking her hair. "I think the neighbors heard us," he said wryly. It took Sophia a moment to understand. Then she stifled an embarrassed laugh, burying her face in him. "God, you suuuuuuuck," she said. "Are you seriously making fun of me after all that? Really?" "Who's making fun of you?" he chuckled. "It was just an observation." "Uh-huh," Sophia scoffed, giving his shoulder an affectionate bite. Master pulled her closer into a hug. She fell against him, allowing herself to disappear into his embrace. It held her intact, assured her she was whole again. She expressed this truth with a sleepy, contented hum. "So..." he murmured. "How's my slave feeling?" Sophia paused, recognizing the real question Master was asking. She knew what he wanted. And she wanted it too. Badly, she realized as the thought caused her pussy to twitch. "I feel...good," she replied. "Though I could be better." Her Master broke away, eying her with genuine concern. "What do you mean?" "Well, it's just that...this is good and all, but...I could really go for having another slave around, y'know?" She giggled, unable to resist a cheeky grin. "Maybe a rich, stupidly attractive blonde? That would be really hit the spot right now." Her Master scoffed, failing to hide his obvious relief. "Oh, well if that's all..." he shook his head. "I don't suppose you'd know where we can get one of those?" Sophia put a finger to her chin, inspiration already shining in her freshly cleaned mind. "Actually...I think I might."r"