Katrina was floating on air... or so she felt, anyway. This last summer had been the best of her life. While she waited for her next and most important conquest to leave the real estate office (she'd been eying Lynda for a couple of weeks and decided that she would be her first permanent sex-slave), she reflected on how her life had turned around in one short season. After all, here she was, just waiting to bag a beautiful, straight blonde. In the latter days of spring, that hadn't even been a possibility.

She wasn't quite sure how her ability to control people had come to be, nor could she pinpoint when it started. She did know, though, that it was three months ago when she first figured out that she could convince anyone of anything—and could make anyone do anything she wanted them to do. Not that she'd had that problem with men before; she was a tall woman with red, curly hair that flowed just past her shoulders. Her eyes were very deep blue and the most noticeable feature on her face. She had never had trouble making eye contact with anybody; it's as if people were drawn to them—well, once they stopped staring at her full breasts.

But, that wasn't the kind of attention she had craved for most of her life. When she realized her powers after the party thrown for her when she was promoted a few months back, she was finally able to have that attention any time she wanted. Checking her watch, she reflected on that wonderful night.

She was at a company party thrown in her honor—she had been promoted to Lead Web Designer for Commercial Accounts. She didn't have a date though—Katrina was a closet lesbian. Even though her job paid very well, it was still privately-owned by a fairly conservative man who let his son run the business; the onwer's only input into her life was his stamped signature on her check and an unwritten set of rules that prohibited anything that didn't seem "proper" to him. His son enforced the rules—he would never allow a lesbian to flaunt her sexuality at work. Hell, folks were a little afraid to talk about any kind of sex at work. But, this was her party, and she was going to have fun.

Even though Dana didn't know it yet, that is where she came in. She was a fairly slim woman who, because of Katrina's promotion, now worked under her. Almost everybody had an idea that she was lesbian—not so much because of her very short, black hair or lack of makeup, but because of the slightly more butch-looking woman who picked her up from work on most days and could be seen with her at the bars around town. But, Dana never talked about it, so the rumors flew.

As the party wound down, Katrina, who had been watching Dana as carefully as she dared, knew it was now or never. Dana had been seen drinking all night, her girlfriend was nowhere to be seen, and it wouldn't raise eyebrows if Katrina offered to drive her home—which she did. When they got to Dana's apartment, Katrina also offered to walk her to her door, and managed to get an invitation to come in for a nightcap. Once they were both inside, Dana sat down on her couch and tried to politely get rid of Katrina. Sensing the polite dismissal, Katrina knew that she had to act... now.

Sensing an opportunity, she sat next to Dana on the couch and said, "Are you sure you'll be OK?" Dana locked her eyes onto Katrina's, which was the plan. "So far, so good," she thought, but instead said, "Wouldn't you like to just talk awhile?"

Dana, still very alert, mumbled, "talk for awhile... sure... what do you... want..." she trailed off. Katrina had felt some strange bond form between them, and for some reason, she knew in the back of her mind that she was home free—she was going to get some tonight! It took a moment before the physical sensation of that mental link sank to the back of her mind. When it did, Katrina knew that somehow, she was in control of the situation. She didn't know how she knew, or the extent to which she was in control. And, she didn't care. She hadn't been with another female since college, and even then it was only if she could convince some naïve coed to "experiment."

Her eyes lowered to Dana's lips, and she wondered how they tasted... how they felt...

Dana leaned in without any warning and kissed Katrina. Katrina accepted the advance and leaned her head to the right—which was Dana's silent prompt to plant a line of kisses down the left side of her neck. Katrina was not surprised that Dana knew instinctively where to kiss her next—her subconscious was already adjusting to the reality that she was making it happen the way she wanted it to happen.

When Dana had worked her way to the shoulder, her kisses became playful nibbles and her hands went up to massage Katrina's round, firm breasts. Katrina knew that she was orchestrating this on a subconscious level, so she completely gave in to the bliss of her living imagination.

As Katrina laid back on the couch, Dana's hands unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra—thankfully, Katrina absently mused, she had worn the one with the front clasp. Dana's head and mouth worked its way down to a nipple, and she drew it into her mouth while gently rolling the other with her thumb and forefinger. That only increased her already inflated arousal and Dana responded by sitting up just enough to remove her lover's skirt and shoes. Her panty hose were discarded next. When it came time to remove her panties, Katrina lifted her hips enough for Dana to get the panties to clear the curve of her heart-shaped ass. Then, Dana gripped the waistband of the panties with her teeth, and Katrina lifted her legs straight up. Dana tugged the panties up with her mouth, and when they were off, she kissed her feet and gently nibbled on the back of her ankle.

Katrina spread her legs, but kept them in the air. Dana dragged her fingernails lightly up her legs, starting at the ankles and drawing them up to her inner thighs. When her hands got to Katrina's hips, they slipped forward up her torso and onto her breasts as her knees dropped to the floor. This brought Dana face-to-face with her sweltering sex.

As Dana's mouth met her new boss's pussy, Katrina was in absolute heaven. She was somehow making Dana do this—every move she wanted Dana to do, Dana did, with no verbal instruction! Katrina now knew fore sure that there was no way this was a coincidence. As Dana's finger gently messaged that magical spot just inside Kat's pubic bone while sucking her clit into her mouth—and flicking it with her tongue with a velocity and rhythm only a talented pussy-licker could muster—she made a short mental list of other women in the office who she should try to seduce.

As Katrina's orgasm loomed near, she wondered (as well as she could in her current condition) if she could seduce a straight woman. And then, as the orgasm finally exploded into her mind, she stopped thinking at all. She had just cum harder than she ever had in her life. But, after two years of not having access to even experimental pussy, she was hardly spent. She looked down at Dana, who was smiling, almost in anticipation of what she apparently knew Katrina would say.

"Your turn."

Dana was naked in moments, and the two had a great night... but only one. Dana avoided Katrina the entire following week, and a week after that, she transferred out of the web development team altogether. Dana tracked her down and decided to see how far her connection could go. When Dana finally met her gaze, she felt the connection again, and by making Dana be honest with her, she discovered that at the time, having sex with her was the most important thing she could imagine. But she knew that somehow it was out of character for her, and she was embarrassed and never wanted to talk about it again. She was afraid of how Katrina had made her feel.

For her part, Katrina didn't care. She would—and did—enjoy Dana quite a bit after that little conversation.

A few months later...

Since Katrina's first successful use of her powers, she had learned to be a bit more adventurous. She learned how to make her temporary thrall pretty much forget the encounter, and she would have her come up with a plausible excuse for the missing time that they could convincingly explain to anyone who asked. She had started experimenting with permanent alterations, mostly changing the way a person dressed at work and the like. Most people wouldn't question the mild changes she imposed on her coworkers, but she kept track of their progress and personally interviewed each of them to see if they noticed the changes. Most of them did notice that they were dressing differently and didn't know exactly why, but they were unconcerned because they liked their new wardrobe choices. After two months of doing things like that, she decided now was the time to get her first permanent girlfriend—whether or not the girl was a lesbian.

That's where Lynda came into the picture. Katrina had been promoted to Vice President of Web Development, once she had "convinced" the owner to take the company public. Lynda had been the real estate agent who sold Katrina her new home in the suburbs, and Katrina couldn't get enough of Lynda's almost unprofessional attire. Those luscious tits, a perfect ass, her sweet smell, and her flowing blonde hair made her the perfect trophy girlfriend.

Katrina's hair was about as long as Lynda's was, but Lynda's hair went all the way to her ass while her own hair went only to her mid-back. She knew that her curly, red hair would contrast beautifully against Lynda's creamy complexion.

She also knew that she didn't have to be careful anymore. She'd already been altering Lynda's sexuality little by little, as the settlement over her new house had taken a few meetings to hammer out. Lynda was now bisexual, even if she didn't know it, and also was particularly obedient towards Katrina... again, even if she didn't know it. When Lynda had invited her over to have dinner with her husband Sean, Katrina's slightly cruel side took over and she decided that she would not only take Lynda from her husband, but she'd rub it in that Lynda wanted her, not him. And, she was going to make Lynda a full-fledged lesbianism in front of her husband.

The night finally came. Katrina had planned well—she would follow Lynda home after the closing at the office. That was an experience in itself! Every time they discussed any part of the mortgage contract, Kat (as she called herself now) made sure to make eye contact—something she had learned helped solidify the connection. She sent some of her own arousal feelings through that link, and watched Lynda periodically squirm in her seat a bit.

For fun, Katrina made Lynda rub her nipple through her blouse a few times, making sure she didn't notice what she was doing to herself. At Kat's silent command, she would pinch it pretty hard—and the expression on Lynda's face was priceless! Before she left to wait for Lynda in her car, Kat made sure she got a "see ya soon" hug from Lynda.

The pressure against Lynda's breasts was enough to elicit a slight moan from her, and she didn't even realize consciously that she had just has a very small orgasm. Her panties, though, noticed.

Dinner was great—Lynda and Sean served a dinner featuring fresh Maine lobsters. Kat chuckled a little at her own joke when she said that she enjoyed seafood "much more than beef." After dinner, Sean, Lynda, and Katrina retired to the game room for drinks.

There was a pool table, a foosball table, a dartboard—"Typical male bullshit," she said aloud, making her hosts look at her. Lynda had a quizzical look on her face, and Sean seemed oddly smug. Well, she certainly knew how to wipe a smile off of any husband's face. She looked at him, and predictably, his eyes met hers. She forced an elastic tendril of thought into his noggin and told him that no matter what he was about to see, interference and communication were both impossible.

Now aware that she was fully in control of the situation, she walked boldly up to Lynda, tugged her hand, and brought her to the pool table. Katrina then sat on the table, and looking right at Lynda's eyes, said, "begin, my pet." Lynda's eyes rolled back into her head as a wave of arousal hit her harder than anything she'd ever felt before. She opened her eyes and regained some focus, and the first thing she saw was her Goddess... her fire-haired, beautiful Goddess. It was all she could do to stand there and not fall to her knees right away.

Katrina hoped she'd gotten it right. She had planned very carefully what commands would be permanently imprinted on her first slave's mind.

"Sean," she playfully announced, "I hope you enjoyed your time with this beautiful creature, here." She patted the barely-standing Lynda on the head, and Lynda's heat grew with even that gentle touch. Her knees were starting to buckle, and she barely had the time to disrobe. Once she did, she squeezed her round tits and played for them, trying to get her new Mistress's attention.

Done torturing Sean for the moment, she turned back to Lynda, whose excitement was starting to leak onto her inner thigh. She reached out with her hand, grabbed Lynda's jaw forcefully, and pulled her new possession in head-first for a passionate, sloppy kiss.

After the kiss, Lynda suddenly found it was necessary to clean—with her tongue—Katrina's mouth, neck, chest, and whatever other flesh she could expose as she worked feverishly to take off every piece of clothing the Goddess before her wore. After a brief work-up of her pussy, she gently guided her Mistress down onto the slate table and then got on herself, positioning her nether regions above Kat's face.

But, her Mistress didn't start eating her, like she had so hoped she would.

It didn't matter, though; Katrina's pleasure was all that really mattered. Lynda lowered her head between Katrina's thighs and began to eagerly lap at the shaved pussy there. After five or six minutes of this, she reached around her legs and used her fingers to open up her flower, and began to thoroughly lick its petals. This went on for what seemed forever and Lynda was a bit worried that she somehow wasn't doing it right.

Then she had an idea—she suddenly slid three fingers into the well-lubricated snatch in front of her face. At the same time, she sucked the clit right above it. It took only a minute before Katrina screamed in orgasm.

Lynda, continuing her assault on Katrina's pussy, had been getting only mild teasing from her new lover. However, Katrina's thumb slowly rubbing her clit for the last half-hour had taken its toll, and Lynda was dripping but somehow nowhere near orgasm. After Katrina had stopped screaming and thrashing (which made it easier for Lynda to continue), she looked over at Sean, who still somehow had a smile on his face.

She knew he was enjoying this—she had just confirmed it with her mental probe. He was thinking of a threesome. "Ugh. Men," she said aloud in distaste. She decided that she would make the last time he saw his wife something that would always stick with him.

"Enjoy this sound for the last time, Sean dear. You'll never make your wife respond sexually again. I doubt you ever have." She knew that was wrong—Lynda was very responsive to his touch. But, that was in the past now. She was in a cruel mood, and poor Sean had to be taught a lesson for keeping this woman from fulfilling the lesbian destiny that awaited her by delaying it with his very presence.

With that, she stuck her tongue out and Lynda turned over, so that they were both facing up, with Lynda sitting on her upper chest. Lynda then moved towards the end of the table occupied by Katrina's head, and squatted right above her head. Katrina slowly reached her tongue out and licked a line form Lynda's asshole to her pussy, moving slowly. Lynda stopped breathing and pinched her nipples hard, twisting them as they screamed for attention.

The scene was hard to describe, although Sean would remember forever the very moment he knew he'd lost his wife forever. He was staring at the beautiful woman he'd married, who herself was very conservative and intolerant of anything that went against her ideal of what was normal (an ideal that didn't leave room for lesbians at all). Her eyes were shut, her hands were twisting her nipples mercilessly, and her mouth was working wildly to force out a sound that she seemed unable to make. Her lover, a total stranger (and woman!), was midway through a lick that he'd made a hundred times himself—but never with this result.

Then, Katrina finished the single lick by moving from the pussy above her to the clit at the top of it.

Lynda screamed and came, convulsing and gripping Katrina's head with her thighs, desperately trying to touch as much of her pussy to her new Mistress's head as possible. When the most intense part of the orgasm finally hit her, her voice was unleashed in a guttural yell that probably got the neighbor's attention. When that sound reached its peak, Lynda's shaking became more pronounced and she collapsed forward, just barely stopping herself from falling from the table.

Then, still sitting on her owner, she slid her very wet pussy down Katrina's body until they were face to face. When they kissed again, Lynda took off her wedding band and let it fall to the floor as she passed out. Katrina looked at Sean and sat up.

She found and put on her thong and walked over to Sean. She then sat next to him—it was like a scene from a strip club. But, Sean knew something was horribly wrong—he couldn't talk or move. He just sat there as a mostly naked woman explained to him how things would be from now on.

"Dearie, I'm sure you loved Lynda, here. And, I guess I can't blame you. You have good taste." As she said that, she playfully licked her lips. It was torture for Sean—he was getting even more aroused, but his brain was trying to warn him that something was very wrong. The battle in his mind between extreme lust and utter helplessness fed Katrina's cruelty.

"Mmmmmm. Very good taste. But, she's mine, now. She lives for me, loves me, and will always obey me. I may share her..." she waited for his mind to register that remark, and a small part of his brain instantly created a livable scenario where he and Katrina would take turns with his wife in bed.

Tiring quickly of that little game, she reached into his mind (she was getting good at it by now) and squashed the idea completely. She was losing patience with the spoken word altogether; so, instead of talking further, she made him suddenly and totally aware that her life as his wife, her life as a heterosexual, and her life as anything other than a slave to Katrina and to other women was over. Forever. To save even more time, she mentally informed him how the next stage of his life—the stage without his wife—would unfold.

Sean's look changed. As Lynda got up and started to get dressed, Sean also got up—and went immediately to his bedroom. Well, to Lynda's bedroom—he didn't live here anymore and didn't want to take too long to leave. Packing a duffel bag's worth of clothes and toiletries, he went to the game room for further instructions.

When he had received his marching orders, he went to a motel near the gated community in which he used to live. A few days later, on a day he somehow knew the house would be empty, he went back with a moving truck, took all of his possessions (with the help of a few friends who wondered why he was suddenly leaving his wife), signed the various legal papers that had been left out for him, and left to live with a co-worker who was single and had a spare room. The documents had transferred his former home into the name of his soon-to-be ex-wife. That bit (the divorce) would take a few months to iron out—but somehow he knew how it'd go for him.

"Especially if the judge is a beautiful woman," he ruefully thought as he abandoned the love of his life to a life of unending lesbian slavery-induced bliss. Strangely, though, the idea didn't arouse him anymore.

Several months later...

Lynda triple-checked her compact mirror, making sure her makeup was perfect. Just then, a black pickup truck pulled into the driveway next to her car. While the occupants rustled about in the cab, gathering whatever it was they were in need of while doing a final walk-through, Lynda quickly—and as discreetly as possible—gripped her breasts with her hand and squeezed hard while pinching her nipples. She did all this while looking at the passenger side of the truck—well, at the beautiful brunette inside it, anyway.

Since Katrina had moved a coworker named Dana and some other girl she met at the park into their house, Lynda had been feeling a bit ignored. And, Katrina did promise to give Lynda one slave.

Getting out of her car and hoping nobody could smell her arousal, she shook the smelly, sweaty man's hand with all the professionalism she could muster without throwing up and introduced herself. Her hand lingered in the hand of the man's beautiful wife a bit longer... but she knew all she had to do was bide her time.

By the end of the night, a man named Phil was calling his family and informing them of the pending divorce. At the same time, a woman called Julie got her first taste of Mistress Lynda's blonde-hair-trimmed pussy, and knew that there, between her Mistress's legs, she was home.