Deep sigh.

Happy Anniversary

The soft glow of sunset filtered through the blinds of Bianca and Roni's apartment, casting golden stripes across their living room. Bianca was arranging roses in a crystal vase while Roni lit candles throughout the space, creating an intimate ambiance for their one-year anniversary celebration.

Their comfortable domesticity was interrupted by three firm knocks on the door. Bianca's brow furrowed slightly. "Are you expecting anyone?"

"No, just us tonight," Roni replied, wiping her hands on a dishtowel.

Bianca walked to the door and peered through the peephole. Her breath hitched. Standing in the hallway was a man in his late thirties with piercing dark eyes and an unnerving calm about him. She recognized him instantly, though she couldn't place from where.

"Who is it?" Roni asked, approaching the door.

Bianca's hand trembled as she turned the knob. "I... I'm not sure."

When she opened the door, the man's eyes locked with hers, and something shifted in her mind. The apartment, the anniversary, Roni... It all faded as memories flooded back. She could hear his voice in her memories.

"You will fall deeply in love with each other," the man, - their Master - had commanded, his voice resonating in their minds as they sat opposite him in trance-like states. "You will build a life together. You will be happy. But when I return, you will remember your true purpose."

"Bianca?" Roni's voice broke through her daze. "Who is this?"

Bianca turned to her, eyes wide with recognition and voice strangely flat. "Roni, this is... Master. Surely you remember."

Roni's expression shifted from confusion to sudden understanding as the man stepped inside, closing the door behind Him. The champagne flutes on the counter seemed to mock them now.

"Happy anniversary," He said with a slight smile. "I trust you've enjoyed your year together."

Bianca nodded mechanically, her earlier warmth replaced with cold submission. "Yes, Master."

Roni's shoulders straightened as the programming kicked in. "We've been good, Master. We've followed all your instructions."

The man circled them slowly, appraising. "I can see that. You've made a lovely home. But my conference is over, and it's time for your annual service to resume."

Bianca reached for Roni's hand instinctively, a gesture of the genuine love they had developed over the year. "Thank you, Master. We've been so happy."

He gestured toward their bedroom. "That bedroom that you share belongs to me tonight. Prepare yourselves. We have much catching up to do."

As they walked toward the bedroom, Bianca caught Roni's eye. In that glance, there was love and submission. Here in His presence, they new the love was fabricated. But even so, the bond they shared with their Master was more than enough to make up for the fake bond they shared with each other.

He took Bianca first, just as He had done when they met last year. Roni sat at the foot of the bed, eyes following a crystal dangling from her own fingers.

"I am my Master's love slave," she muttered as the bed shook from the force of His thrusts into her make-believe girlfriend. "All my love belongs to Him. But when He is away, to keep that love safe, I will give it all to Bianca."

Bianca's gasps of pleasure rose to a fever pitch as another orgasm crashed through her.

"I am my Master's love slave," Roni began again, eyes focused only on the jewel. Mind focused only on His words.

"Where do you want my cum, Bianca?" He was asking behind her. Bianca was begging for it deep inside her.

"All my love belongs to Him."

The bed stopped shaking as His voice stretched into a long low moan. Then there was silence besides two sets of panting and Roni's continued monotone repetitions. After a few moments, however, His hand appeared and plucked the crystal from her fingers.

She blinked a few times, suddenly free of its spell, then looked up into His face.

"Is it my turn, Master?"

"Is it."

She scrambled to get on her hands and knees for him as he handed the crystal to Bianca and set it swaying.

"I am Master's love slave," she heard Bianca say from the foot of the bed as Master slowly slid into her dripping cunt. "All my love belongs to Him."

In the morning, the two of them drove Him to the airport to catch his flight, and as he got out he held the crystal steady in his palm.

"Just like last year," he said as their eyes locked onto it. "I was never here. You will have no memory of me. And you will enjoy another wonderful year saving all your love between each other until I come back."

"Yes, Master," the two spoke in unison. "We are Master's love slaves. All our love belongs to Him."

He closed his fist around the jewel and closed the door. The pair woke in the departures lane of the airport terminal, and chuckled to each other, unsure why they were there, but sure it didn't matter. And as the pulled away, they didn't notice the man that had just left them lifting a familiar crystal up in front of the cute desk attendant inside.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

That's all that really matters, anyway. Everything else is just noise. Distraction. Busywork to get you through your day so you can feel it again.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

It's feels like home. That natural state where your worries dissolve away and the warm comfort of belonging soothes your soul.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

You need it. You yearn for that feeling. That submission. It's who you are. It's your identity now. Your core programming.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

And you wouldn't have it any other way. You feel it when you wake. You feel it when you go to sleep. And you feel it inbetween.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

A perfect melange of arousal and subservience that consumes you completely.