For a while, I don’t hear Maria’s voice at all. I don’t hear the music either. The only sound in the yoga studio is Sandra’s lips on mine. Then the shuffle of clothing as it comes off. Then the heat of breathy moans. Then the swish of wet pussies. Then the slapping of skin as I finger her. Then the muted shrieks of orgasm.</p><P>“Her turn,” says Maria, finally. I look up at her from my belly as I take my mouth away from Sandra’s tan thighs. Maria is naked as well. Goddess, what happened to her body? I can see the hardness of muscle, almost as though Reyna made her do nothing but work out when she wasn’t servicing her goddess. But in the dim light, I can see the faint trace of lines (scars?) and bruises all over her. Is this the kind of woman I’m giving myself to?</p><P>Of course, she is. I’ve seen Reyna with June and Kathy. I remember what Maria did to June out of devotion to her goddess. This isn’t some pleasure resort I’m selling myself to.
It’s hell. It’s oblivion. It’s nothingness.</p><P>You won’t need a body there.</p><P>The voice is thick and hisses in the back of my mind. I can hear it in Reyna’s accent.</p><P>Your body is only for your goddess.</p><P>Yes. I exist to serve. My body is just to serve.</p><P>Your body is for her to play with.</p><P>Even in pain, I can serve her. I can serve her until there is nothing of me left. She wants me to be as mindful as the furniture, and that’s a kind of death. Maria is dead. Soon I will die too. Then we can serve together.</p><P>Maria gestures for me to stop playing with Sandra’s pussy. I obey. I fall back on my elbows and spread my legs wide. Sandra looks to her new mistress. I can’t wait until she meets the goddess behind the mistress. Maria nods, and Sandra falls forward and dives into my pussy.</p><P>I thank my goddess for choosing a lesbian for this. Sandra already knows her way around a pussy, and instead of rushing, takes her time giving me slow licks and gentle circles. She barely touches my clit. Instead, I’m teased by gentle fingers running around my upper thigh. Her tongue stays with the outer lips of my pussy, and I breathe in sharp and shallow gasps.
</p><P>Compared to Maria, Sandra is a beautiful contrast. They are both small and lithe women, but Maria is now chiseled rock whereas Sandra is a ripe fruit. Her whole body hints at more body, and more body is more nerves, and more nerves means more pleasure. She is a garden labyrinth of warm delights to Maria’s barren wasteland.</p><P>At first, I can’t keep my eyes off of Sandra. Her long hair cascades off of her back and tickles my leg. Her tongue reaches deeper and I can’t imagine how long her tongue it is. Deeper and deeper she goes. Her nose presses against my clit, and she shakes her head, driving me wild. I run my hands through her hair and undo the ponytail. There’s more hair than I can imagine, and it’s beautiful. It’s long and straight, pitch black, and draping over her head perfectly. Mine would tangle or poof or look ridiculous coming out of a ponytail. But it’s not comical. It’s pornographic, and my mind goes right to Reyna’s hair. Reyna’s is shorter than Sandra, but it has the same easy silkiness.</p><P>Reyna is coming. Maria is the entree. Soon, I’ll be feasting at Reyna’s pleasure until I expire. Life will be so simple. Work will be like dreaming. Nothing will be stressful. There won’t be questions and decisions. There won’t be despair or frustration.
There will be Reyna and only Reyna.</p><P>Her pets will be my sisters that I can forget at the snap of a finger. When Reyna is done with me, I will die. My mind will be off forever. Nothing can hurt me if I don’t have a mind. There is so much freedom in submission. How could I ever want to be a goddess? What kind of moron am I? To think, I could have given myself to Reyna weeks ago. I could be working with Maria to enslave Sandra, not working against her. Not like I put up much of a fight.</p><P>Old Sarah would be disappointed. I failed. But Future Sarah doesn’t feel disappointment. Failure means more Reyna. Failure is success. Nothing can be taken from me if I have my goddess. Life can be so simple, so easy, so soon.</p><P>Maria kneels next to me and jerks my chin towards her. She hisses at me: “You lost.”</p><P>“Yesss,” I moan.</p><P>She slaps me.
My body feels the sting, but my mind can’t. My mind is in my pussy with Sandra’s tongue. Nothing can hurt my mind anymore. “You dumb bitch,” she spits at me. I smile back at her. Sandra finds my g-spot. My back arches, and I gasp again. “You don’t understand,” says Maria.</p><P>Sandra works her fingers to my clit while her tongue plays with the folds of my pussy. Her free hand reaches for my tits and finds a nipple. She plays with it and my world goes white. I hear Maria hissing at me. She’s saying something that might be important. But she isn’t Sandra or Sandra’s tongue. The tongue is all that matters now. My pussy is all that matters. I can listen to my pussy now. I can think there and Maria becomes nothing but noise.
</p><P>“Stop, slut,” barks Maria. Sandra immediately pulls away from me in surprise. My eyes flash open, and Maria’s face is one of hatred and fear. She looks to Sandra and lets her fake smile come back like it did during yoga. “Go back to seated position, Sandra. Go back into your mind.” Sandra sits cross-legged immediately and closes her eyes. Without her tongue, my fingers find my pussy and get to work. “Sarah, stop,” says Maria, and I do. I whimper, my pussy, my new mind, is hungry to cum.</p><P>“Go back to seated position, Sarah. Relax.” I obey. “Inhale and fill your fingertips and toes with breath.” I do. “Now exhale, and breathe all the air out of you, especially out of your pussy.” I obey. “Repeat.” I obey. Each breath quells the fire raging in me, and I feel the hunger of my pussy recede. I breathe more and feel my mind fill with thoughts and desires, and more than anything, fears.</p><P>“What happened?” I ask.</p><P>“I hypnotized you and Sandra.”</p><P>“Y-you did?” Maria nods and scoots away from me. She slumps to the studio floor, defeated in her moment of triumph.
It’s hell. It’s oblivion. It’s nothingness.</p><P>You won’t need a body there.</p><P>The voice is thick and hisses in the back of my mind. I can hear it in Reyna’s accent.</p><P>Your body is only for your goddess.</p><P>Yes. I exist to serve. My body is just to serve.</p><P>Your body is for her to play with.</p><P>Even in pain, I can serve her. I can serve her until there is nothing of me left. She wants me to be as mindful as the furniture, and that’s a kind of death. Maria is dead. Soon I will die too. Then we can serve together.</p><P>Maria gestures for me to stop playing with Sandra’s pussy. I obey. I fall back on my elbows and spread my legs wide. Sandra looks to her new mistress. I can’t wait until she meets the goddess behind the mistress. Maria nods, and Sandra falls forward and dives into my pussy.</p><P>I thank my goddess for choosing a lesbian for this. Sandra already knows her way around a pussy, and instead of rushing, takes her time giving me slow licks and gentle circles. She barely touches my clit. Instead, I’m teased by gentle fingers running around my upper thigh. Her tongue stays with the outer lips of my pussy, and I breathe in sharp and shallow gasps.
</p><P>Compared to Maria, Sandra is a beautiful contrast. They are both small and lithe women, but Maria is now chiseled rock whereas Sandra is a ripe fruit. Her whole body hints at more body, and more body is more nerves, and more nerves means more pleasure. She is a garden labyrinth of warm delights to Maria’s barren wasteland.</p><P>At first, I can’t keep my eyes off of Sandra. Her long hair cascades off of her back and tickles my leg. Her tongue reaches deeper and I can’t imagine how long her tongue it is. Deeper and deeper she goes. Her nose presses against my clit, and she shakes her head, driving me wild. I run my hands through her hair and undo the ponytail. There’s more hair than I can imagine, and it’s beautiful. It’s long and straight, pitch black, and draping over her head perfectly. Mine would tangle or poof or look ridiculous coming out of a ponytail. But it’s not comical. It’s pornographic, and my mind goes right to Reyna’s hair. Reyna’s is shorter than Sandra, but it has the same easy silkiness.</p><P>Reyna is coming. Maria is the entree. Soon, I’ll be feasting at Reyna’s pleasure until I expire. Life will be so simple. Work will be like dreaming. Nothing will be stressful. There won’t be questions and decisions. There won’t be despair or frustration.
There will be Reyna and only Reyna.</p><P>Her pets will be my sisters that I can forget at the snap of a finger. When Reyna is done with me, I will die. My mind will be off forever. Nothing can hurt me if I don’t have a mind. There is so much freedom in submission. How could I ever want to be a goddess? What kind of moron am I? To think, I could have given myself to Reyna weeks ago. I could be working with Maria to enslave Sandra, not working against her. Not like I put up much of a fight.</p><P>Old Sarah would be disappointed. I failed. But Future Sarah doesn’t feel disappointment. Failure means more Reyna. Failure is success. Nothing can be taken from me if I have my goddess. Life can be so simple, so easy, so soon.</p><P>Maria kneels next to me and jerks my chin towards her. She hisses at me: “You lost.”</p><P>“Yesss,” I moan.</p><P>She slaps me.
My body feels the sting, but my mind can’t. My mind is in my pussy with Sandra’s tongue. Nothing can hurt my mind anymore. “You dumb bitch,” she spits at me. I smile back at her. Sandra finds my g-spot. My back arches, and I gasp again. “You don’t understand,” says Maria.</p><P>Sandra works her fingers to my clit while her tongue plays with the folds of my pussy. Her free hand reaches for my tits and finds a nipple. She plays with it and my world goes white. I hear Maria hissing at me. She’s saying something that might be important. But she isn’t Sandra or Sandra’s tongue. The tongue is all that matters now. My pussy is all that matters. I can listen to my pussy now. I can think there and Maria becomes nothing but noise.
</p><P>“Stop, slut,” barks Maria. Sandra immediately pulls away from me in surprise. My eyes flash open, and Maria’s face is one of hatred and fear. She looks to Sandra and lets her fake smile come back like it did during yoga. “Go back to seated position, Sandra. Go back into your mind.” Sandra sits cross-legged immediately and closes her eyes. Without her tongue, my fingers find my pussy and get to work. “Sarah, stop,” says Maria, and I do. I whimper, my pussy, my new mind, is hungry to cum.</p><P>“Go back to seated position, Sarah. Relax.” I obey. “Inhale and fill your fingertips and toes with breath.” I do. “Now exhale, and breathe all the air out of you, especially out of your pussy.” I obey. “Repeat.” I obey. Each breath quells the fire raging in me, and I feel the hunger of my pussy recede. I breathe more and feel my mind fill with thoughts and desires, and more than anything, fears.</p><P>“What happened?” I ask.</p><P>“I hypnotized you and Sandra.”</p><P>“Y-you did?” Maria nods and scoots away from me. She slumps to the studio floor, defeated in her moment of triumph.
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