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Receiving far to many Mails has... consequences (NadiatheTinkerer & Sheena-Tiger)

“Do you have feelings for her?” The woman asked. It would certainly make the Mistress happy if they did, she loved these kinds of things among her trainees. “She is a beautiful woman, as are you.” She smiled as she walked over, placing a hand on them both. “I am Diana. I am one of the more long term slaves of our mistress. I have been trained, and now I am helping with yours. It is a pleasure to meet you two!” She per them, smiling as she lovingly smiled towards her sisters. Cherie kissed Takako, whimpering a little as her mind slowly returned. “Ok...Diana. It is nice to meet you...” She said, though she was a bit scared still. What would happen to them?
 
For Takako the time in the limousine was a whirl, as if no time at all had passed since the helmet had been removed, cuddling with Cherie was feeling so good. Only when the voice asked her directly she seemed to wake up enough to realize the changed surrounding and that the owner of the voice was walking around. "Feelings for..." she was a bit confused, puzzling things together and finally looked at the person in her arms, smiling. "Cherie... yes..." she mumbled, her mind unable to grasp the full meaning of the things going on but she liked the hand on her head, almost pushing into it. Cherie though distracted her with the kiss she returned lovingly without thinking. "Meeting sister... so nice..." she agreed, but unlike Cherie, her long time and many attempts of fighting left her more docile and less worried or scared at the moment. Instead, her hand wandered down, right between Cherie's legs, wanting to pleasure her as pleasure was a constant thing in all her programming so far and it seemed to make her mistress happy, and she wanted a happy mistress for more sweet spirals.
 
The woman smiled as she let them play, but soon they arrived at her home, a fairly large place off in the more secluded countryside, outside of town. The place was extremely modern, most of the house exposed with large windows, state of the art security systems guarding the home, and of course, modern art and furniture inside, all luxurious. The place had a lot of screens as well, every window able to become one in the event it was needed.

Diana got out, preparing two leashes on the necks of Cherie and Takako, leading them towards her home. “You are both still in the early stages, where you are dizzy and confused most of the time. Sadly, we have to pull you out of this to further your training, and that means you will get some free will back. I would like to take this moment to tell you, that escape is impossible. Please promise me, you won’t try and leave.” Her tone was not threatening, far from it. It was concerned, worried for them, like mother worried that her child would misbehave. “I won’t...” Cherie said, the woman walking with Takako. “I can’t leave you...here alone...”
 
Takako's muddled mind was confused. Moments ago she had been in a building where she had no clue how she got there then she was now back in the limousine. Cherie seemed to be much more collected, maybe her mind was not confusing the timeline or maybe it was because she had been not as long under the spell of the spiral or she simply was more resistant than the Asian girl. All the more she enjoyed Cherie hugging her, it was giving her another anchor in the world, especially without the spiral while Diana was still something alien for her.

Getting her out of the car and even attaching the leash was no trouble. Takako was clearly still far away enough to follow any order Diana was giving in the suspected name of mistress which in itself was more than enough. As Diana spoke, she listened, but it was to hard to grasp the meaning as her mind was moving back and forth and the words hardly made it through the fog. "I... promise..." she said while holding Cherie's hand. The answer of course, fueled by her dazed state and it was impossible to tell how she would really react once enough of her free will was back.
 
Diana nodded, accepting thier answers. Just as Cherie was about to ask for further orders, she felt a cloth be pressed to her head, and she mildly panicked. She put up no real fight, the woman soon aware of a rapidly approaching sleepyness, closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep only seconds after. Takako was next, grabbed from behind and forced to breathe in the drug. “It’s alright dear, just take deep breaths. I need you to slee for a little while.” Diana soothed with her calm voice, holding her hand as the mystery asaliant drugged her.

Everything would go black, until the girls would wake. When Cherie woke, She was in a warm, soft bed, and felt really dizzy. “Ugh...my head...where am I?” She asked, feeling weird. Man, she had one hell of a dream. She was *obediant* and *behaved*, so she did not mind that dream...lots of serving the master and preforming her tasks for her. “Takako?” She asked, raising her voice slightly to call out. Was she here with her still? She hoped so, she wanted to *obey* with her.
 
The young Asian looked at Diana, as if waiting for further instructions, unaware of what happened with Diana, the passage of time still barely meaning anything to her until she felt the arm reaching around and the cloth pressed on her face. For a moment there was a struggling, a reflexive reaction of her body, not from herself. Takako was far to much gone, still under the strong influence lingering inside her mind from days of hypnotic work on her and quickly she slumped backwards into the arms holding her while she was breathing deeply as instructed.

Slowly the young woman raised as well as the voice of her co-worker was tickling her ears, making her wake up. She yawned as she looked around, blinking, taking in her surroundings while words like 'Obey', 'Spiral', 'Mistress' and 'Slave' thrummed inside her pretty little head. Hearing and seeing Cherie, everything else suddenly was pushed into the backseat and she quickly rose from her bed and crossed the distance until she could wrap her arms around Cherie, nothing else on her mind. "Cherie..." she whispered happy, feeling safe with Cherie around, much safer than a moment ago where she had been alone in a confusing world with an even more confused and fogged mind that was not properly working.
 
“Hey...” She snuggled her, kissing her lips worh not mouth thought to it. Since when was she on kissing terms with her? She Fort, but did not mind it. “Hey sexy...where are we?” She asked, confused but mostly back to her old self, personality wise. “I feel like...oh, yes...mistress had us taken here.” She nodded, understanding. “Ah, suppose we should get ready to obey. Diana will have orders.” She got up, as of this was her life for years now, dressing into the clothes she found in her new closet. It was little more then the tiniest thong on earth, a shirt skirt, and a tee shirt. “Huh, I look like a skanky teenager...” she said, but smiled. “Oh well, that’s fine with me if Mistress wants that.” Seems like they had tonget ready for the day’s training. Diana must have something for them to do today
 
Takako was almost melting into Cherie, not minding that she was not into kissing other females, why worry if for whatever reason it felt so good? "Where? I... I don't know..." she answered, already starting to think and worry after the question, but Cherie was pulling her out of it in an instant, dragging her thoughts along and preventing Takako from actually waking up from the lingering effect of the hypnosis. "Diana has... orders?" the Asian asked, following Cherie only to then copy what the other was doing, resembling a Japanese school girl or at least one with a far to short skirt. At least Takako's chest was more close to a flat board than anything else, or the t-shirt would strain over them.

"I... I think... you look... good." Takako complimented Cherie, her cheeks getting some color but she quickly pulled herself away from the view to look for the door and leave the place in search of whoever would confront her with any hint of dominance... someone shattering what little free will she was slowly regaining.
 
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