Nat first met her new neighbour when she quite literally bumped into her on moving day. She’d pushed open the door to her new apartment complex, hands full with the last box she’d needed to bring in, and then she hit something that hadn’t been there on the last half-dozen trips. Said something made a surprised squeak, and Nat realised, as she lowered the box, that it was a person. “I’m so sorry,” she blurted out, blushing. What a way to make an introduction, she mentally scolded herself. Especially given that, as she took in the stranger, that this girl was cute as all get-out. She was about a head shorter than Nat, with curly blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, large round glasses, and a smattering of freckles across her face. She was dressed in deliberately archaic clothing: a brown blouse with ruffled sleeves and a long, dark green skirt over black boots with a hint of white leggings beneath.

The girl, recovering from her stumble, looked up at Nat and blushed in return. “N-no, you’re all good. I should’ve been looking where I was going. You must be the new tenant in number 8, right?”

“That’s me!” Nat awkwardly juggled the box so it was supported by one hand, extending the other for the cute girl to shake. “I’m Natalie, but everyone calls me Nat.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Victoria - Vicky. I’m in number 7.” She paused for a second and looked around conspiratorially. “Between you and me… the last tenant there was horrible. I doubt too many people will be upset to see him go. But the place might be a bit of a fixer-upper.”

Nat smiled easily. “That’s alright; I don’t mind putting in a bit of hard work.” She semi-jokingly flexed an arm, before quickly realising that she really needed to be holding this box in two hands and readjusting again.

Vicky blushed again. “I… I can certainly see that! I hope we can get to know each other better soon, but, uh, I’ve got some errands to run right now, so…”

Nat moved aside to give her access to the door. “Yeah, sure thing! See you around!” Vicky hurried out the door, and Nat went into her apartment, placing down the final box and collapsing onto the provided couch with a sigh, untucking her long brown hair from the cap she’d been wearing.

She wouldn’t have thought much of that introduction, if it weren’t for the dream she had that night.

Nat was introducing herself to Vicky again. “I don’t mind putting in a bit of hard work,” she said, flexing. She’d mostly intended it as a joke, but this time, she saw how she caught Vicky’s eye; how her gaze travelled across Nat’s arm, taking in the bulge of her muscles under her dark brown skin. Nat had to readjust the box, and this seemed to shake a blushing Vicky out of it.

“I… I can certainly see that! I hope we can get to know each other better soon, but, uh, I’ve got some errands to run right now, so…”

Rather than making way this time, Nat set her box down on the floor. “You sure you can’t spare a few more seconds to become better acquainted right now?” Her tone was suggestive, but left enough room for a refusal.

Vicky turned redder still, but nodded, wetting her lips. “I-I think I could?”

Nat brought a hand to Vicky’s face, and pulled her into a gentle kiss. The blonde’s lips were soft and full, her breath hitching as she returned it. Nat guided her to the wall of the entrance hall, pushing her against it, and Vicky submitted as they kissed again and again, deeper and deeper, Nat beginning to push her tongue into her mouth and subtly rub herself against-

Nat’s alarm went off and she jolted out of bed, fumbling for her phone with a groan. The lingering faint arousal from the dream remained, as did the phantom taste of dream-Vicky’s lips against her own. She frowned. That had been an unusually clear dream, by her standards, and she could oddly still remember it clearly. For that matter, it had been actually cogent; aside from being dropped into the middle of it, there hadn’t been any dream logic. And the subject matter was, well…

She knew she’d already had some interest in Vicky from the moment she’d laid eyes on her, but there was no way she’d be that forward in real life. It’d been pleasant, certainly, but making out in a high-traffic area? No thank you. Still, it was undeniably a thrilling experience, and… well, she’d probably have some trouble looking Vicky in the eyes for a few days after that.

But all in all, at the time, it hadn’t seemed too abnormal, and so she’d put it out of her mind.

After a few days in the new place, it became quickly apparent that the communal garden was in dire need of care. Most of the block’s other residents didn’t have the time, energy, or ability to do what was needed, so Nat’s offer of assistance was quickly accepted. Which was how, about two weeks after she’d moved in, Nat was wearing some older clothes that she didn’t care about dirtying, kneeling in the dirt, spreading mulch over some newly-planted bulbs.

A shadow fell over the garden bed, and Nat heard a slight, deferential clearing of the throat. She glanced up to see Vicky standing over her, watching her work. The blonde was wearing pretty much the same outfit as she had the first time they’d met, just in a different colour scheme, and accompanied by a large-brimmed straw hat. Was it Nat’s imagination, or was Vicky staring directly at her arms? She tried to put the thought out of her mind and act like a normal, not-horny, neighbour.

“Hi, Vicky! Anything I can help you with?”

“Oh! No, not really. I just wanted to say I really appreciate the work you’re putting in already.”

Nat sat up more properly and shrugged. “Eh, it’s really no problem. Although I wouldn’t say no to some help…”

Vicky giggled nervously. “Sorry, but I have my hands full with my indoor plants already. And I have enough trouble keeping those alive…”

“That’s alright; I’m perfectly happy for this to be a solo project. If you think of something you can do, of course, feel free to let me know!”

“Absolutely! So, what are you planting?”

“Well, this is gonna be a bed of tulips once spring arrives. I’ve just laid out some daisy seeds over there-” she gestured to a completed bed a bit closer to the building - “and I’m about to move on to nasturtiums. Oh, and if we raise enough money, I’m planning to add in some cherry trees too.”

“That all sounds lovely. You’re amazing.”

“Aw, geez, thanks.”

That night, Nat had another dream.

“…I really appreciate the work you’re putting in already.” Vicky was definitely admiring Nat’s arms as she continued to tend to the garden bed.

She sat up, shrugging, and once again mentioned that she was looking for some help. Vicky deflected, mentioning her indoor plants as before, but then…

“If you think of something you can do, of course, feel free to let me know!”

“Well…” Vicky looked around surreptitiously, dropping her voice to a whisper. “I’m sure there are ways I could… uh… show my appreciation for your hard work?” Her voice cracked slightly at the end of the sentence.

Nat, again filled with an easy confidence she’d never be able to summon in real life, smirked at Vicky. “I like the sound of where this is going…” She reached up to grab the blonde gently by the back of her neck and pulled her down into a kiss. She felt and tasted exactly the same as in her last dream, once again easily yielding to Nat’s mouth. With another sudden burst of confidence, Nat half-guided, half-pushed her to the ground, straddling Vicky as she stared up at her. One of Nat’s hands found its way onto Vicky’s chest, the brunette quirking an eyebrow in a silent question - is this okay? Vicky nodded, grabbing her hand and pulling it beneath her blouse, and then Nat was upon her, kissing and squeezing and reaching her other hand for the hem of-

The alarm blared, and Nat’s pleasant dream was once again rudely interrupted. And pleasant - or pleasurable - was certainly the right word, she mused; if she’d been turned on much more, a change of underwear probably would’ve been in order. What was it about Vicky that led to these dreams? Sure, the petite blonde was cute, but… cute enough to get her lucid dreaming? Welp, time to desperately avoid looking like a creep again for the next few days.

Nat actually ended up seeing Vicky again the next afternoon, just as she was getting home from work. As she walked past apartment number 7, the smell of baking wafted through the air. She paused for a few seconds to savour the smell, and thus happened to still be there when Vicky opened her door, looking surprised to see Nat right there. She recovered quickly, however.

“Nat! Just the person I wanted to see,” she smiled.

“Hi! I was just, uh, appreciating the smell. Whatcha making?”

“Choc-chip biscuits. It’s a family recipe.”

“Ooh, lovely. What’s the occasion?”

Vicky looked slightly bashful. “It’s… well, it seems a bit silly, maybe, but I wanted to show my appreciation for your hard work in the garden. And also just give you a housewarming gift - I know it’s a bit late, but…”

Something about that phrasing snagged on Nat’s memory, but she couldn’t quite grasp it, and Vicky was waiting for a reply. “Aww, really? That’s so sweet of you, Vicky; you didn’t have to do that. Are they ready to eat now?”

“Not quite, I’m afraid; they’ve still got a few minutes to go until they’re done.”

“All good; that gives me time to let my hair down a bit after work.”
“Cool! Should I bring them over when they’re ready?”

“Absolutely; just knock and I’ll answer.”

“Sure. See you in a bit!”

“See ya!”

The biscuits were indeed delicious, and Nat expressed as much very vocally to Vicky when she sampled one. That night, her dreams turned to something else, however…

“Are they ready to eat now?”

“Not quite, I’m afraid; they’ve still got a few minutes to go until they’re done.”

“All good; that gives me time to…” Nat could almost feel the conversation being hijacked this time, turning into something more charged and exciting. “…Well, you were talking about showing your appreciation again, and… we got interrupted last time, didn’t we? Perhaps… there’s something else I could eat, in the meantime?”

The line was cheesy as hell, but it had the desired effect on Vicky, who blushed deeply but nodded, moving aside to let Nat into her apartment. It was decorated in the same sort of style as her fashion sense: lots of rustic tones of brown and green, made of traditional materials; various charms and dream-catchers hanging from the light fixtures; and plants everywhere, adding splashes of bright colour to the otherwise slightly muted palette. Nat dumped her work bag off in a corner somewhere as Vicky led her to the bedroom and, trembling slightly, sat down on the bed, lifting her skirts and spreading her legs. Her blue cotton panties were already damp. Nat grabbed a pillow from the bed and laid it at Vicky’s feet. “You all good?” she asked, noticing the blonde’s nerves. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to-”

Vicky cut her off by grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her into a kiss. Nat’s hands began to rove over her chest, before the blonde grabbed one and guided it gently between her legs, settling on the dampened cloth of her underwear. Nat began to apply gentle pressure to Vicky’s vulva, rubbing in slight circles over the cloth as the blonde sighed beneath her. Pulling away from the kiss, the brunette grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said quietly, and knelt down, guiding Vicky’s hips up to pull her panties down, exposing her pretty pink slit, topped by blonde curls. Nat inhaled and shuddered in pleasure as the scent of Vicky’s arousal filled her nostrils, and she leaned in to press a kiss to-

She was interrupted by the alarm again, her arousal painfully apparent this time. Vicky’s phantom taste was once again on her lips, stronger than before, and the sight of her, trembling in pleasure above her, was not an image Nat would be getting out of her mind any time soon. Dammit, why did she have to keep having these dreams to make things weird between them?

As she showered, having given into the impulse to get herself off, a thought came to her in the subsequent state of clarity. She’d said something in that dream, about the two of them being interrupted last time. It had been obvious when she’d said it - in that way of dreams, where everything that happens makes sense, no matter what - that she’d meant how her prior dream about them had been interrupted just as things were getting interesting, but now she was awake, she realised that that didn’t make much sense at all. Surely her dreaming self would have imagined them carrying on with having sex, even if she didn’t dream it? Maybe she was demanding her dreams make too much sense, but it still stuck out. And… she realised she knew where that flash of recognition yesterday had come from. Vicky had been talking about showing her appreciation for Nat’s hard work in real life… using almost exactly the same tone and phrasing she had in the dream Nat had previously had.

That was… a spooky coincidence, to be sure. But it had to be a coincidence, right?

Over the next month or so, Nat took to regularly chatting with Vicky, and eventually got bold enough to invite the other woman over for dinner at her apartment. Vicky had readily agreed, which was how the two of them had ended up on Nat’s ratty old couch in front of the TV watching a movie together - at a careful distance from each other, of course. Nat thought she’d done a fairly good job of cleaning up the apartment - both in general after the previous occupant, but also specifically for Vicky’s visit today - but after she came back from a quick bathroom break, she saw the blonde’s attention was not on the movie, but rather on a book she’d left lying around and probably really shouldn’t have.

“Hypnosis, huh?” Vicky asked, waving the book in question.

Nat tried to control her reaction and make it look like something innocuous. “Y-yeah. It’s a… a hobby, of sorts.”

“Really? D’you think you could give me a demonstration?”

“I… uh, not right now? I-it probably takes more time than we have. But… another time, maybe?”

“Sure. Another time.”

The night wrapped up, and Vicky ended up asking if she could return the favour sometime. Nat agreed and saw her out, then practically slumped against the door in relief. How the hell was she meant to get out of this one - hypnotising her budding crush?

It was hardly a surprise when she dreamed once more that night.

“D’you think you could give me a demonstration?”

Nat felt smoother, more suave than she had in reality. She was able to look past her nerves this time… and spot that Vicky was just as nervous as she was. That same coiled, aroused energy. She saw an opportunity to take things further than they had before. “How much time do you have?”

“All night.”

Nat hit pause on the movie and held out a hand to Vicky in invitation. “No time like the present, don’t you think?”

Vicky nodded and followed her into the bedroom. Nat sat her down on the bed and removed the necklace she’d been wearing tonight, dangling it in front of Vicky’s eyes. “How much do you know about hypnosis?” she asked.

“N-not much… mostly what I’ve seen on TV and the like. I might’ve done some research on it, like, a few years ago?”

“That’s okay. What I want you to do is just focus your eyes on the pendant as I explain some stuff. You’re in control here…”

Nat continued with her standard spiel, explaining to Vicky how hypnosis worked, how she’d keep her safe, and talking about the sorts of things she could do. The blonde’s eyes were already beginning to glaze over, but Nat had no doubt that she was paying very close attention to her words…

The scene, for the first time in one of these dreams, began to shift and speed up, moving from point to point without much logic or connection. Now Nat was snapping her fingers and watching with satisfaction as Vicky fell backwards onto the bed. Now the blonde was barking like a dog, leaping over her. Now Vicky was stiff as a board, and Nat was picking her up and posing her. Now… Nat was asking Vicky how she was feeling, and the blonde answered, completely honestly, “Turned on, Mistress.”

The scene resolved itself again. The two of them were both naked, Nat on her bed and Vicky on her lap. Vicky was grinding her butt against Nat’s crotch as Nat had three fingers buried deep within her, her other hand firmly grasping one of Vicky’s breasts. She could see the pair of them in her mirror; Vicky’s eyes were rolled far back in her head, her body mostly helplessly limp and relaxed except for what motion she had permitted. She was whispering in Vicky’s ear, she realised, having to tune in to register what she was saying.

“Pleasure drops you deeper… dropping deeper brings you more pleasure… every second, falling deeper, feeling better, helpless and captive and spellbound and controlled by me and for me and because of me… I’m all you can think about, just me and your pleasure, building and growing, more and more desperate, but you can’t cum, can you? When can you cum, Vicky?”

“I c’n only cum… when Mistress allows…”

“That’s right, good girl, doing so well for me, my hands turning you to putty as they give you more and more pleasure…” Nat stumbled for a second as a particularly well-placed motion from her sub sent waves of pleasure through her own body, before she recovered. “My good little toy; my plaything; my fuckdoll; so good for me; doing such a good job… Do you deserve to cum for me yet?”

“Yes, Mistress… I’ve been so good… please let me cum…”

“Since you’re begging so sweetly, I’ll allow it. Finding your pleasure building and building even more, impossibly high, up to your climax in 5… 4… 3… 2…”

Nat awoke from the dream as she came herself, her hand - which had been working at her own crotch, and not at Vicky’s - getting soaked in her juices as the alarm went off simultaneously. She collapsed to her mattress, desperately stifling her groans as she fumbled around for her phone.

What the hell had that been? Sure, it was hot, but this was getting ridiculous. How was her subconscious so imaginative for once?

They’d ultimately settled on Nat coming over the next Friday. She’d dressed up a bit more than usual in preparation - this wasn’t a date, not officially, but she still wanted to look good. She knocked on the door, and Vicky almost immediately answered, ushering her in, past the painted wind-chimes and the string-of-pearls Nat had almost bumped into last time she’d-

Last time she’d been here? She’d never been in here before, except in that lucid dream a couple months ago. And yet, somehow, she’d managed to perfectly replicate what Vicky’s apartment looked like: every last detail, from the positions of the furniture to the exact species of indoor plants lining the shelves and hanging from the ceiling. If her subconscious had just nailed the vibes, she wouldn’t have seen it as unusual, but… the entire apartment?

She realised Vicky had said something and shook herself out of her wool-gathering. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that - could you repeat the question?”

“I was saying, I hope risotto’s good for dinner?”

“Oh, absolutely!”

“Great! I’ll need to tend to it a bit in the kitchen, so get yourself comfortable here.”

Nat nodded in agreement, and Vicky bustled off to the kitchen. Her mind still reeling from the improbable coincidence, Nat cast her gaze around for something to look at. There was a pile of books neatly arranged on Vicky’s coffee table, and the brunette looked over them. One book stuck out: something called The Basic Principles of Witchcraft. Nat almost laughed at herself as she realised where her thoughts were going - actual magic? Really? But there was something there she just couldn’t take her mind off…

When Vicky popped back out to announce that dinner would be ready in a few minutes, Nat was perhaps a bit too pleased with how neatly she was able to mirror their conversation from last week. “Witchcraft, huh?” she asked, waving the book around.

Vicky flushed, and shuffled around slightly in a way that seemed… guilty? No, surely not. “Y-yeah,” she admitted. “It’s more a philosophy thing, but some of the rituals there seem to have an effect…”

“Really? What sorts of dark magic are you getting up to?” Nat teased.

“I- uh… nothing! I-I mean, I’ve sworn only to use magic for good… or at least not-evil stuff… so…”

“Oh, I’m sure! No judgement here, but we can change the topic if you’d prefer.”

At that moment, the timer went off, saving the both of them from the increasingly awkward conversation. By the time they sat down to eat, they were right back to their usual, comfortable, friendly dynamic, as though nothing had happened, and the rest of the evening passed without incident. However, as she was getting ready for bed that night, Nat had to wonder: was there actually something there?

Her dream finally gave her that answer.

“Witchcraft, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” Vicky stammered, and Nat was almost positive there was some guilt there. “It’s more a philosophy thing, but some of the rituals there seem to have an effect…”

“Really? Would you… mind giving a demonstration?”

“After dinner?”

“Sure thing.”

The dream sped up and skipped again, returning to normality once they’d eaten their fill. Instead of heading for the couch to watch a movie, they turned to Vicky’s bedroom, standing in front of the blonde’s mirror.

“So… I’m going to enchant myself, in such a way that you’ll be in charge. I’ll completely obey you, just like I’ve been hypnotised, but… deeper. If that makes sense?”

“Go on,” Nat purred, and moved away to give her some space.

Vicky took a deep breath, and began to move her hands in complex patterns, muttering something under her breath. A pale blue light began to glow on her fingertips, building and building, and then Vicky thrust her hands forward at the mirror. The light shot out of them, rebounded on the metal, and became a ring encircling the blonde’s head. Her gaze instantly became distant, body slumping slightly as her eyes glowed the same pale blue. She calmly knelt down, head tilting up to beseechingly meet Nat’s gaze. “What is your command, Mistress?”

Nat answered her, not with words, but by stooping for a kiss, beginning to fondle the blonde’s chest through her blouse at the same time. Vicky remained totally passive as Nat pulled her to her feet, undressed her, and pushed her onto her bed, following her to resume kissing and toying with her body. “Find your limbs are bound to the corners of the bed,” she whispered, and Vicky’s body instantly stretched out, splaying before her. Nat undressed, and she reached for the bedside table, where she intuitively knew she’d find-

Something inside her shuddered at that, bucked against the restraints the dream had put her in, and allowed her to, for the first time in one of these strange, lucid dreams she’d been having of Vicky, seize the reins. Instead of getting the strap and pounding Vicky senseless, she moved back over the top of her and looked her directly in the eyes. “Vicky,” she said.

“Mhm?”

“Right now, your mind is in a trance-like state, correct?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Can your mind return to something like normality, while still being enchanted; with you still at my command?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. I want that to happen now.”

Unlike with hypnosis, Vicky’s mental state changed instantly, and there she was, gazing up at Nat, confused but still pliant.

“There you are. Vicky, I want you to answer me honestly. This isn’t just a dream, is it?”

Vicky gasped in surprise, but reluctantly shook her head in answer. As she did so, Nat’s dream-like sense of unreality began to fade away, until the dream felt just as real as anything she’d experienced when awake. She still knew she was dreaming, objectively, but she was no longer sure she would know, if she’d started her dream in this state.

“Tell me what it is, then,” she ordered. They were still so close to each other, Nat’s naked form hanging maybe a centimetre over Vicky’s, close enough that as she drew in breath to answer, their breasts brushed and Nat was reminded of how aroused they both were.

“I- as you’ve gathered, Mistress, I’m the real me, not just a version created by your mind. I’m dreamwalking - pulling myself into your mind, merging our dreams together so that we dream the same dream at the same time.”

“So… you’ve been manipulating me. Giving me wet dreams of you.”

Vicky looked genuinely guilty and remorseful. “I… uh… I didn’t mean to at first, Mistress. The first time we merged dreams was an accident; my subconscious mind reached out to yours, so close by, and tugged you into my dream about you kissing me. I didn’t realise I was doing it until you woke up and vanished from the dream entirely. After that… I should’ve taken precautions against it, but… I chose not to. I never intentionally dreamwalked, but I did start to realise when it was happening with you, and… I perhaps encouraged my subconscious to continue doing it.”
“Are you able to control how the dreams play out?”

“Clearly not, Mistress.” Vicky gestured, as best as she could with her hands still pinned, at herself and Nat, as if to indicate, look at where we are now. “Uh, but more generally, not really; not consciously, at any rate, beyond my own actions. Our subconscious minds essentially collaborate on what happens… so you wouldn’t have had these dreams if you weren’t open to the idea. In fact, sometimes - such as this time - you were the one who first had the dream, and I was drawn to you.”
“Was I open to the idea of sleeping with-slash-dating you? Sure. To actually having dreams about you - with you - that made me feel like a weird creep, without negotiation? I take your point about my brain coming up with some of them, but these are still more lucid and explicit than any of my normal dreams.”
Vicky shrunk in on herself more, blushing. “I’m sorry, Mistress, I truly am. It won’t happen again without your permission, I promise… and I’d understand if you don’t want anything to do with me again.”

Nat frowned. “I appreciate the apology; thank you for being so forthcoming… but let’s not go quite that far, shall we? As you said, there’s a reason my mind was willing to participate in horny dreams with you. You’re sweet, you’re kind, you’re hella cute, especially when you’re all blissed out in trance like in the last couple dreams - I assume that hypnosis and enchantment are kinks for you too?” Vicky nodded, blushing now out of embarrassment rather than guilt, and Nat continued. “So, whadda you say to a proper, real-world date?”

“You mean it? I-I’d love nothing more, Mistress.”

“Great! Although… I’ve just realised that I still have no real proof that this isn’t just a very lucid dream. I’ve got lots of evidence that it probably isn’t, but…” Nat pondered for a second, and then a wicked idea came to her. A smile curled across her lips. “Tell me, Vicky. Will you still be enchanted when you wake up? Like, in real life.”

“No, Mistress. I need to be conscious - actually conscious or dreaming-conscious - to maintain the spell, so if I go back to non-dreaming sleep between now and when I wake up, the spell will fade. And if I do wake up directly from this dream, the sudden transition in my state of consciousness will probably bring the spell to an end anyway.”

“That’s alright. Will you obey orders I give you now, when you’re awake?”

“Yes, Mistress. It’s like a post-hypnotic suggestion.”

“Good. In that case, my orders… Tomorrow morning - or this morning, whatever it is - you’ll get ready to have me over for a date. Once you’re all prepared, you’ll undress; you’ll text me to say that you’re ready to receive me; and you’ll kneel, naked, in the middle of your living room, ready to enchant yourself again at my word. I’ll knock and announce myself before coming in. Do you understand me?”

Vicky bit her lip and visibly swallowed before answering. “Yes, Mistress, I understand.”

“Are you comfortable with those orders?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl.” Nat patted Vicky’s cheek, before standing up. “Well, this has been fun… but I’d prefer to have some dreams that aren’t about kink negotiation, so I’d like to be on my way now. Um, how do I leave this shared dream?”

“It’s not an exact science, I’m afraid… Your best bet is either to leave my apartment, or to go to your dream-apartment and fall asleep - in the dream - on your bed. Just the fact that you want to stop having this dream will probably help.”

“Very well. See you tomorrow, Vicky.” Nat turned and went to leave the room. Almost as an afterthought, she added over her shoulder, “By the way, your limbs are no longer pinned, unless you want them to be.” And with that, she walked out the door and into blackness, and she knew nothing more until she woke up naturally the next morning, with no alarm clock to disturb her for once.

The text came through at around 10 in the morning, by which point Nat had been almost - but not entirely - willing to dismiss the dream as just another fabrication of her mind. Instead, however, her phone chimed, displaying just 5 small but staggering words.

I’m ready for you, Mistress.

Checking that she looked presentable, Nat slipped out of her room and across to Vicky’s door. Taking a steadying breath, she knocked. “Vicky? It’s Nat. I’m coming in now, okay?”

“O-okay!”

Opening the door just enough to let herself through, Nat squeezed into Vicky’s apartment, shutting and locking the door behind her before she had a chance to see what awaited her. When she turned back and walked into the living room proper, she had a moment where her breath was taken away. Vicky was, indeed, completely naked save for her glasses and a light blue choker, knelt on the floor, her head bowed slightly. What little light came through the closed blinds traced patches of white across her pale skin. She was clearly turned on already, her full chest heaving in expectation. And her hands… It was one thing to see it in a dream, but quite another to see the magical blue aura dancing over Vicky’s fingers and gathering in her palms in real life.

Nat allowed herself almost a minute to just stare, taking in the fullness of the scene in front of her. Vicky did not react in the slightest, even though she was clearly aware of the brunette’s attention. Eventually, Nat strode over to the blonde, slipping one finger carefully under her choker and using it to nudge Vicky’s gaze up to meet Nat’s. “Well. Here we are, then,” she said quietly.

Vicky gulped and nodded. “Yeah. I, um…” She seemed lost for words.

“I believe you know what the plan is for this morning, no?”

“I do.”

“Are you still comfortable with it? I know I’ve taken some liberties as… compensation for you messing with my head, but if you don’t want to go this far, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

“N-no, I… I mean, I think what we did in those dreams proved that I’m more than willing to go this far with you. I-if you’ll still have me, given the circumstances…”

Nat chuckled ruefully. “Look, they’re hardly ideal… but they’re certainly an efficient way to establish that we’re on the same wavelength when it comes to kink and having a relationship. I want to talk about it more later, but… right now, I’m very pent-up, for some unfathomable reason, and you look really fuckable when you’re deep under.” Vicky blushed bright red, the colour spreading to her collar bones, as Nat continued. “So, if you’re ready… drop yourself.”

Vicky took a deep breath before bringing her hands to her head and running them over her hair, as though she were washing it. As Nat moved away to see her more fully, the blue magic that had been gathering in Vicky’s hands lost its form, breaking over her head and flowing down like water. As the visible energy faded away, Vicky’s gaze once again became distant, and the same blue circlet from the dream ringed her head. Judging it was safe for her to begin, Nat crouched in front of the blonde and tugged her into a kiss, Vicky yielding even more easily than she had in the dream, as one of Nat’s hands moved to cup her breast. That drew a moan out of the enchanted girl, a sound that Nat worked to draw from her again and again, as her other hand moved downward to rest on her butt. She gave it a light, playful slap, provoking a jolt and another moan from Vicky.

“Tell me how wet you are,” Nat whispered to her.

“I’m so turned on for you, Mistress. I need you so bad.”

“Hmm… but you’ve been very naughty, haven’t you? Do you deserve to be pleasured by me yet?”

Vicky whimpered, but shook her head. “No, Mistress, you’re right. I’ve been a bad, naughty girl; I’ll do whatever you want to make it up to you…”

Nat shuddered as the words went straight to her clit. “Ooh, you’re learning quickly. Fortunately for you, I’m lenient enough that you won’t need to work too hard for my forgiveness. Let me see…”

Nat stood back from Vicky. “I want you to undress me.” The blonde immediately stood up and began walking over to her. “However!” Nat held up a hand, and Vicky froze instantly mid-step. “I think I want your mind back. You can change your mental state while under this spell, yes?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“In that case, when I snap my fingers… No, when I pinch your nipples, your mind will return to normal consciousness, but your body will be completely under my control still. You’ll feel yourself being puppeted around by my orders. Understood?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Sounds like someone’s eager for that treatment… Am I right?”

Vicky wet her lips nervously. “Yes, Mistress.”

Nat smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.” She took a step forward and, cupping one of Vicky’s breasts in each hand, quickly twisted her nipples hard. Vicky moaned, then blushed bright red at her reaction. Nat took her hands away, standing there impassively. “Continue,” she ordered, and Vicky’s hands went immediately to the buttons of Nat’s shirt, undoing them quickly and efficiently, pulling the shirt down Nat’s arms and letting it fall to the floor. As she fumbled slightly with Nat’s bra, the brunette took the liberty of bringing her hands back to Vicky’s butt, giving it a firm squeeze that drew another moan out of her, even as she continued to dutifully fulfil her Mistress’ orders. Vicky knelt, and Nat’s shoes were quickly coming off, followed by her socks, her pants, and her underwear, and there she was, just as naked as the entranced witch kneeling before her, face lit up by the gentle blue glow of the enchantment.

“What do you think?” Nat asked.

“You’re so hot, Mistress, it’s unbelievable. I want to-” Vicky cut herself off.

Nat raised an eyebrow. “Go on?”

“I-I’d do anything to make you feel good, Mistress.”

“Aww, how beautiful. Well… your mouth’s right there.”

Nat didn’t have to do anything more for Vicky to lean forward and begin eating her out, her tongue tracing the length of her entrance, delicately probing inward, circling her clit, gradually picking up in speed and enthusiasm. Nat ground hard against the blonde’s face, letting herself take what she wanted from the witch, setting aside Vicky’s comfort as a secondary concern for now - not something she would ever usually do, but judging from the blissful look on the blonde’s face, she had few objections to this course of action. Nat soon found herself panting, rhythmically thrusting Vicky against the carpet in a way she knew would cause slight rugburn, but the blonde didn’t - couldn’t - object in any way as Nat felt her climax rushing up on her.

“Suck,” she managed to gasp out, and Vicky immediately obeyed, wrapping her lips around Nat’s clit, and the brunette slammed a hand over her mouth to muffle her cry of pleasure as she came. As she came down from the high, her legs temporarily gave out and she practically fell on top of Vicky, who crumpled beneath her, panting almost as hard.

“You did well there,” Nat eventually got out, not yet feeling motivated to get herself up from where she was lying against Vicky.

“Th-thank you, M-Mistress,” she managed to stammer out.

An idea came to Nat. “Tell me, that strap of yours… assuming you do actually have one, and that wasn’t made up by the dream?”

“I-it’s real, Mistress.”

“Good. Do you know a way that I could get something out of using it on you?”

Vicky nodded eagerly. “It’s a simple spell, Mistress; one that I could absolutely cast upon it.”

“Well, in that case… I think you’ve earned your reward.” She clambered off of Vicky’s slumped form and snapped her fingers. “Heel,” she ordered, and Vicky, blushing bright red, crawled after her, breasts swaying beneath her as they went into the bedroom.

Nat fished out the purple strap and its harness from the drawer, exactly where she knew they’d be, and hastily put them on. “Cast the spell, then lay on the bed,” she ordered, and Vicky, still on her knees, hastened to obey. Once again, a blue aura appeared around her hands, and she gently ran one over the dildo, placing the other hand - after looking to Nat for permission - against the brunette’s crotch. The light flowed into them, and Nat gasped as Vicky ran her hand the other way across the toy and she could feel every touch upon it. As Vicky moved to the bed, Nat grabbed some lube from the same drawer and applied it to the toy, marvelling at this new feeling. It was not something she’d wish to experience any time she grew aroused, she decided… but for playing like this, it was certainly an appealing experience.

Turning to Vicky, Nat repositioned her to her liking, raising her arms to lie above her head, gently pulling her mouth open, and lifting her already-spread legs so her knees were bent and her feet planted on the bed. “Now you’re posed like this, Vicky, tell me… what do you think you are?”

The blonde cottoned on immediately. “I’m your sex doll, Mistress,” she whispered, arousal thickening her voice.

“That’s right; good doll. You can feel that becoming true, can’t you? Body locking in place, mind vanishing and shrinking until all you can think are doll thoughts… isn’t that right?” A shudder went through Vicky’s body as her eyes glazed over, her muscles becoming slightly more taut. “There we are,” Nat cooed. She rolled a nipple between her fingers, receiving no reaction whatsoever - just as she wanted. “Now, I’ll let you turn back, of course. Bit by bit… every time I kiss you, your mind will come back, just a little bit more, until, when you cum, you’re a human again, one who’s still doing a perfect job of mimicking a sex doll. Sound good?” No reaction, of course. “I’m glad you agree, doll.”

Nat fumbled slightly to align the strap with Vicky’s entrance, groaning as she dragged the tip through her slick, and eventually sinking deep into her. The sensation was almost overwhelming as she allowed herself to sit there, letting Vicky’s body adjust to her presence as she dragged her lips across her neck for an open-mouthed kiss against her pulse point. The tiniest of squeaks emerged from the blonde’s mouth, and Nat began to rock against her, groaning again as she too became accustomed to this new feeling. She moved to grasp handfuls of Vicky’s soft flesh, one hand grabbing a breast and the other hooking one of Vicky’s legs over her shoulder before sinking into a hip, and she moved to press more wet kisses and even gentle bites into her doll - into her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, her breasts, anywhere she could mark with her saliva and her teeth. Vicky’s body remained obediently unreactive, but looking deep into her eyes, past the enchanted, subspace-y glaze they had, Nat thought she could see something there - a deep delight at, and enjoyment of, and pleasure from her state of utter submission. Certainly her body was enjoying this, if the wet noises and feeling of slickness coating the toy were anything to go by, and Nat could feel the two of them building and rising and cresting to climax in synch, so much that even though she rasped “Cum with me,” into Vicky’s ear, she knew she didn’t have to as they both moaned and shuddered in unison, Nat’s hands this time rushing to both their mouths as they came and her vision briefly went white.

Once she came back to herself, Nat realised the sensation from the dildo had faded, leaving just the residual pleasure in her own body for her to feel and luxuriate in. Vicky was still frozen beneath her, but her eyes were now moving and watching her Mistress. Bending back down, Nat whispered into her ear.

“You’ve done so well for me, Vicky; such a good girl. In your own time, when you’re ready, you can dispel the enchantment you put on yourself, and I’ll want to have a chat about… us, going forward. You don’t have to be a doll any more.” Vicky’s body relaxed, and she let out a sleepy mumble that turned into a shudder as Nat pulled out of her. Placing the toy aside to be dealt with later, Nat moved up the bed and laid down next to Vicky. “Are you okay with me cuddling you?”

An affirmative sound emerged from Vicky’s lips.

“I’m glad to hear it. There’s absolutely no rush now, as long as you don’t actually fall asleep on me.” Nat wrapped her arms around Vicky, snuggling against her, feeling her breath and heartbeat resonate through her own body.

And for the first time, she didn’t have to wake up, because this was, finally, real.