"Emily, you get in the stocks. Siobhan, lock her in securely after she gets comfortable and eat some of this magic dust from my satchel." commanded the Mistress.
Again, our robotic bodies obeyed their commands without flaw or hesitation. I rested my ass on a makeshift seat which looked more life a split bicycle seat. I then put my feet in the proper restraint areas and my wrists above my head in the restraints that were located there. Siobhan then proceeded to lock me entirely into place and eat some dust straight from the Mistress hand. I realized all too late that the dust was some sort of mind control, but how was the Mistress immune? And why did Siobhan have to eat it?
As Siobhan ate the dust and the Mistress stared at me staring at Siobhan, the Mistress simply said, "This dust is magic. To inhale it makes you severely susceptible to suggestion, like a zombie. But to eat it makes the duration of susceptibility much longer, just not as mindless as a zombie. All I have to do is wait a couple of minutes." The Mistress took her hand away and brushed off any extra dust with her other hand. "On that note, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere, ladies. And don't talk to each other at all."
We both watched as the Mistress walked to the door, only to open it, walk through and close it again. We must've wait about ten more seconds when finally we regained control of our own bodies once more.
Still being under the power of suggestion, neither of us spoke a word to the other, but we did try to communicate through a lot of head nodding. I waved my head toward the door, as if to tell her to go check. She shook her head 'no.' My expression must've said something along the lines of 'Get the fuck out of here, bitch!' to which she responded by walking two of her fingers across her other hand and again shook her head no. At this point, I just grunted, lowering my gaze to my shackles. I looked like an X that decided to sit down. My long, dark brown hair was flowing down my back, being caught up by the tiniest gust of wind that came in through the windows high above. I wasn't sweaty or anything, but I could still see a faint glow from my tan skin. Siobhan had beautifully tan skin, only slightly darker than my own. Her breasts were large and plump, looking as though they were full of life. Her waist was skinny and her navel was perfect... I remember hearing her boyfriend calling her the real life Lara Croft lookalike. Her bright blue eyes and red lips almost had an innocent look to them.
Minutes go by and finally the Mistress comes back in, making sure that upon her entrance the door is locked securely.
"Finally, someone I can talk to!" exclaimed Siobhan as though she had been bored to tears.
"Yes, I am back," said the Mistress." By the way, you ladies can now speak to each other if you wish."
Despite now being given that permission, we both had nothing to say to each other... in front of the Mistress, anyways. I noticed that she had a different satchel on. Curiously, I asked, "What's in this new satchel that you have?"
"Observant little one, aren't we?" she stated. "Well, allow me to pull it out and show you."
Out of this satchel, the Mistress pulled...
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