Huge thank you to @gigglinggoblin who wrote this story based off my gif and now, here is me reading the story for you! I hope you like it. I donât normally voice stories that arenât a solo voice track so lets see how it turned out.
âYou need to put the mirror down, Arla.â
Arla didnât answer. She was breathing heavily.
Dimly, Arla heard the snapping of fingers. Arla stared at the mirror, biting her lip, marveling at the beautiful, shimmering eyesâŚ
âHey! Arla!â A hand waved in front of her face.
Arla gave a start. She looked up, face flushing as she gazed into the somewhat less pretty eyes of her traveling companion. Tallow grimaced, gesturing towards the road ahead. âI need you to be paying attention, Arla. Which wayâs the village?â
Arla bit her lip. âUm.â Her head was still spinning, still wonderfully fuzzy and dizzy. She pointed. âWest. West and a little north.â
âCool.â Tallow grinned. âHey, how about you put down the mirror for a bit and enjoy the view, eh? Youâve been staring at that thing since we left the tavern. Didnât even notice the barmaid trying to invite you to her room.â He turned back to the road, tugging on the reins a little. âCâmon, there, Sterling, west, now.â The horse nickered and obliged.
Arla looked around dazedly, leaning back in the cart as she gazed out at a sea of color. The wildflowers were in full bloom in this segment of the Greatest, Darkest Forest, shining amid the dim eternal twilight of the dense woods. It was beautiful.
Arla swayed a little. It would look even prettier when reflected in the eyes of the lady in the mirror.
Good girl, said those eyes, as she returned herself to their power. Such a good girl.
Arla drifted, smiling hesitantly as the eyes took her, held her, comforted her. The rest of the world dropped away. Arla gazed into the eyes and drifted.
Isnât that nice? cooed the eyes, as the mirror maiden seemed to giggle. Isnât it so easy to let your mind⌠sink?
Sink. Arla nodded dazedly, her head drooping lower and lower with every nod. Dimly, she knew she needed to look away. But everything was dim. Arla was a good girl. Sinking.
Thereâs a good slave, whispered the eyes, stroking her mind with their praise. Arla shuddered with pleasure. Thereâs my good, obedient slave. Can you say that? The maidenâs lips curved up with a smile, mouthing out: Slave.
Arla was already mouthing the words, rocking back and forth, swaying deeper and deeper, ever-so-eagerly, into the mirror maidenâs power.
Arla had never understood those who submitted to mind control. Girls who begged for a satyrâs cock after a few notes from his panpipes, who started stroking after one whisper from a pretty lady with a pocket watch. It had all seemed almost unseemly. Gross. All those bits touching each other, all that mess at the endâŚ
Arla had always assumed she was resistant.
Good girl! cooed the mirror maiden, and Arla whimpered slightly from the praise. Part of her hoped that Tallow would hear, would interfere, would save her. To her intense relief, he did not. Good, good girl. Thereâs my little pleasureslave.
Pleasureslave. Arla was mouthing the word, nodding, her eyelids drooping. Mistress knew best. Mistress knew what she was. Mistress was so very pretty, so very smart. Mistress could take care of her.
Oh, Iâm so happy I found you, the mirror maiden whispered, and bliss blossomed in Arlaâs head as these words sank into her, instilled her with bright, mindless happiness at making Mistress happy. Youâre going to be my good girl, arenât you?
Arla couldnât nodâit was too difficult to lift her head. She just mouthed the words:
please-please-please-please
And the maiden beamed at her. Then awaken, little slave!
âHey, so Arla, have you figured out what that thing is yet, or what?â Tallow was taking a swig from his whiskey. âIs it magic? The witch we took it off sure put it behind some heavy wards.â
âI-It seems mundane,â Arla said, trying very hard for Mistress not to slur her words. âBut Iâll need to take another look at it tonight.â
âHm. Okay.â Tallow stowed the bottle. âYou sâpose the witch would know?â
âShe might. Perhaps we should go back and show it to her sometime. Let her get a good, long look at it. I think She would like that very much.â
Mirror maidens are of a rare variety of feyâthe non-humanoid variety. Inhabiting ordinary handmirrors, their fixation is in exploring new sights and new realms, and so they attach themselves to willing bearers (or not-so-willing bearers) who will show them new sights, new pretty faces. They are gifted hypnotists, and have an especial knack for brainwashing those unswayed by sexual mind control.
Simply hearing a mirror maidenâs voice pour praise into your head is said to be one of the sweetest pleasures service to the fey can bring.
Mirror maidens know a great deal about magic, and can serve as valuable tutors and guides. Of course, like most fey, mirror maidens can be very spiteful. And they that hoard the mirror maiden, isolating them for the sake of their knowledge, may one day find themselves greatly regretting giving their Mistress such cause to scold them.
Thanks so much to @thesecretsubject for the use of her lovely image! Go check out her page, as well as her Patreon! Sheâs influenced a lot of my mind control writings. :)
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