My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 10 [FF] [Mind Control] [Hypnosis] [Sadism] [Masochism]

**Chapter 10: Losing**

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.

“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?

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.

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 9 [FF] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 9: The Game**

The target’s name is Sandra Torres, a college student at the local city college. Reyna made the rules simple: I couldn’t use force. I couldn’t tell her about the game. I could slow Maria down, but I couldn’t tell Sandra about Maria. Reyna was going to have me followed by one of her sluts. I had to put a tracking app on my phone (she would give me cash to buy a new phone afterward because I will never ever use a phone touched by her again). Apparently, the app is also recording audio, and her spies will be following with cameras. She wants to relive this later.

I don’t think Maria has suddenly gained magic powers from Reyna, but I don’t understand how any of this works. Honestly, I can’t worry about what Maria’s doing. I can only focus on what I’m doing.

How the hell do you get a stranger to become your sex slave?

The good news is that I wouldn’t have to manufacture some attraction. I was afraid Reyna would choose someone unattractive to abuse us, but of course, that doesn’t make sense. That isn’t Reyna’s taste, and this is all for Reyna in the end.

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 8 [FF] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 8: The Deal**

I look at the woman Reyna pointed me towards. My mouth waters. She’s beautiful in a Reyna way, not sexy or slutty like Maria or June. Her body isn’t begging to be fucked; it’s begging to be adored. She’s in a tan blazer that comes to a point at her slim waist and flows seamlessly into her skirt. It isn’t tight like a pencil skirt, having the pleats to make it more fashionable and less work-oriented. She has a simple white blouse, similar to Diana’s, and heels with straps that wrap up the ankle. Her hair is a deep red, almost auburn, and straightened. Currently, it’s in a tight ponytail. She has thick-rimmed glasses, and plump lips. I can’t help but imagine men love when she sucks their cock. I also can’t imagine she’ll suck cock ever again unless that somehow suits Reyna’s purposes.

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 7 [FF] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 7: The Beginning of the End**

“Did you pay my phone bill?” I lift my legs and a broom slides beneath them. I look up at June, and she’s pondering. Her face is wrinkled in concentration, and she pulls her lips to one side. God, I love when she does that.

“I thought so,” says June. She shrugs and keeps sweeping. “I hate that the stupid auto-pay isn’t through yet.”

“Did you use one of the new cards?”

“Yeah.”

“Not one of the old cards?”

“No. Didn’t you cut them up?”

“Yeah, but I thought maybe you wrote them down or memorized them.”.

“I have them memorized. Do you need them?” June did have a freakishly good memory. I guess it comes from being a waitress, but strings of numbers, dates, or events never slip her mind. She’s handy that way

“That’s unsettling,” I say.

She winks at me. “I have the new ones memorized, too.”

“The identity thief, June Gladwell.”

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 6 [FF] [Mind Control] [Wet Dreams]

**Chapter 6: Soft**

You are outside. Its winter, and cold. The ground is frozen solid. The grass breaks and crumbles when you step on it. There are dead, frozen flowers and old leaves. The trees are in deep hibernation.

You don’t know how long you walk. It is morning and then night. Noon and then morning. The dim sun passes over again and again. Your whole life is in this forest, in this winter. You try to keep warm, but the clouds are thick. You rub your hands over your shoulders. You shiver. You’re lost.

Suddenly, the sun breaks through the clouds and glitters in the hoarfrost on the branches. The sunrays warm you, and the frost on the trees and grass starts melting. The clouds are gone, and everything glitters with thawed water. The forest is one crystal, refracting light in all directions. You take off your coat. Take off your scarf. Gloves and boots are left behind in your wake. Everything is wet, but warm.

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend [FF] [Sissy] [Mind Control]

**My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Chapter 5: Pierced**

By Trixie Adara

You’re walking on a road. The road is simple stone brick, not wide enough for a car. The sky above you is orange-ish pink. In front of you, the horizon bends up and climbs a hill.

You hear the clicking of your steps as you walk. You look down and see white heels and a pale pink dress. Dangling from your hair you can see ribbons. You reach a hand up. Your hair is long and wavy. The ribbons tie pigtails that frame your head. You like pigtails. You like ribbons. You smile.

On each side of the road is a field of sunflowers that goes on forever. You feel the presence of someone beside you. It’s Carl. He’s cute. His hair is long and straight, touching the small of his back. You stop, and he stops with you. You grab a sunflower and put it in his hair. He smiles. He twirls and you both giggle. His shirt is paisley patterned, and his skinny jeans show off his ass.

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 3 [Ff]

**Chapter 3: Bad Dreams**

“I’m telling you, she’s a nightmare,” I say as I put down Carl’s plate of food in front of him on the dinner table.

“She can’t be that bad,” he says dismissively before taking a large and sloppy slurp of pasta.

“She can. She is. I’m telling you, I’m worried about Maria’s safety.”

“You’re talking like she’s in an abusive relationship.”

“She might be,” I say while trying to use my spoon to help with my noodles. I could never figure this part out.

“With a woman?”

“Women can be abusive, too.”

Carl lets out something that’s a cross between a snort and a laugh.

“It’s not funny,” I reprimand.

“And to be clear, you don’t mean physically abusive, right?” he asks.

“Right. Psychologically or something.”

“Maybe Maria’s into it.” He shrugs and takes another oversized bite of pasta. Red sauce flicks over his lips and shirt. I offer him a napkin. He refuses.

“She’s not. That’s my point. It’s been a few weeks. No one goes from straight to bi that fast.”

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 2 [Ff]

I immediately step back and turn my face to the side, breaking eye contact. “Reyna?” I ask, pretending to be surprised. “What are you doing?”

“We were worried about you, little Sarah.” She’s playing a long. We both know I heard the whole thing. “You were gone for so long.”

“Nice of you to check in on me,” I snap. “And don’t call me little.” I can be polite for Maria, but fuck this bitch, I don’t need to be polite to her face.

“Did you like the little slut’s performance?”

Pretending didn’t last long.

“What?” I say, mostly as filler. I don’t know how I would begin to respond.

“She was a little too eager for my taste,” continues Reyna, ignoring me. “It takes all the fun out of it.”

“That was a game to you?”

“More of a hunt, but she wasn’t the target. She was the bait.”

Goosebumps crawl all over my arms and down my back. I miss my hoodie.

“W-what was the target?”

“You, little Sarah. The show was all for you.”

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend [Ff]

I can’t stop tapping my foot. It’s a nervous habit, and I have plenty to be nervous about.

Maria is coming soon. Maria and her new girlfriend. The new love of her life. The “most amazing and beautiful girl ever.” Maria and Reyna. Reyna, who I’ve never met. Reyna, who didn’t exist in my life or Maria’s life until two weeks ago. Reyna, the new center of Maria’s world.

And yes, I’m jealous. One second Maria spends every second with me, and the next she disappears from my life. Even when I text her, it takes hours for her to respond. It’s like our whole relationship was a phase for her. Never mind that I got her through two brutal break ups. Never mind that I introduced her to her (former) fiancée. Never mind that I’ve bailed her out of jail. Twice. Nope. None of that matters to her. All that matters is Reyna.

I notice the salt and pepper on the table hopping around and put my hand on my thigh to stop the shaking. Jesus, this is the worst.