Rinse. Lather. Repeat

"Glenn? Are you alive?" Sandra said, timidly with a touch of confusion in her voice. She had no idea why she didn't feel the intense desire for him anymore but it was as if someone had flipped a switch. Suddenly all of that was reserved for...Her.

Opening his eyes slowly, unaware of where he was or why he felt so terrible and wonderful throughout his body and mind, Glenn lifted his head slightly. What he saw filled his heart with more pleasure than he probably deserved. Tears came to his eyes as he looked at the perfect woman whom he had treated so badly, whom he had actually believed that he had ANY claim on, let alone owned. When he could form words, which he did as soon as he could despite the intense pain that doing so caused his parched throat and lips, he murmured, "Mistress...I am sorry." The intense pain, in this most selfless act of his life, caused him to pass out again. But the words echoed in Sandra's ears as if they had been bellowed around the world.

When Penny arrived, the two were pretty much in their same positions. Sandra, beautiful, noble, naked, was sitting on the floor by the bedroom door simply staring at Glenn. Glenn, whom Penny had to consider among the most despicable human beings she'd ever known, was sprawled across the bed, unconscious. Watching the two immobile forms for several minutes, Penny realized that no matter how distasteful Glenn was to her, he might still mean something to Sandra, and that regardless of who hated whom, they were all inextricably tied together. With a tender step, and a more tender kiss, Penny kneeled next to Sandra and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Sandra's heart started pounding and her nostrils started flaring with the scent long before her eyes were able to adjust to Penny's image. It was very clear who was here.

As their tearful eyes met, Sandra smiled with unrestrained joy as she slid to her knees, lowering her face to Penny's booted foot. Watching her descend, Penny almost stopped her, terrified of the power it implied. However, a quick upward glance of love, adoration, and rapture from Sandra stayed her hand.

"No, Mistress, please. I want this more than anything," whispered Sandra, and without another sound she lowered her already pursed lips to the street-worn boots and placed kiss after satisfied kiss. With each kiss, both Penny and Sandra shivered, and the reverie, the stillness, continued as is, a silent tableau. Later in the evening, Penny finally pulled Sandra's swollen lips to her own for the rest of the evening, sleeping where and how they were.

The first to wake the next morning was Glenn. He rose gingerly on the early side of 6 AM and mentally assessed himself internally. Finding nothing completely broken, although he was sure that several things had gotten slightly bent, he scanned the room. When his eyes fell on the accursed Penny, he almost cried out in anger and fear. However, his eyes widened and his heart softened when he saw his lovely Mistress ensconced beatifically in their embrace. Finding thoughts of anger and jealousy meaningless compared to the desire to serve and please the woman that he knew to his bones he had wronged so completely and harshly, Glenn dropped to his naked belly at the two women's feet and simply spent the entire day planing soft kisses on Mistress Sandra's toes.

Hours later, the two women awoke within moments of each other. Opening her eyes first, Penny stared at her lover, and then glance down at Glenn, prone, lips kissing Sandra's toes reverently. When her gaze returned to Sandra's, she was awake as well, smiling. She too looked down at Glenn, pleasantly surprised but not as confused as Penny appeared to be. The two women separated slightly, to facilitate conversation.

"Why is he doing that, Sandy?" asked Penny. "I mean, last time I saw you two, you were doing that to HIM, and from what I gathered, not so sweetly," continued Penny darkening.

"Oh, yes, I remember, Mistress, although I have no idea WHY he or I did what we did. All I know for sure is how much I love you!" said Sandra assuredly, squeezing her Mistress.

Penny stared in disbelief at Sandra, and then with scorn at Glenn. She was about to explain it all to Sandra, what Glenn had done, how the conditioning powder worked, and the rest when it suddenly occurred to her that she would have to tell Sandra what SHE, Penny, had done as well. She felt no better than Glenn, low and manipulative. Steeling herself, she turned to Sandra and opened her mouth only to feel Sandra putting up a finger to "shhhh" her. Stopping abruptly, Penny opened and closed her mouth ineffectually as Sandra spoke.

"Mistress, that wasn't quite true. I have some idea of how this all happened, as well as some idea of what Glenn put me through, but look at him. He's mine now. I don't know why, or how, but he's loving and subby and docile. He wants to please me, and I like that. It seems like the best punishment he could get. And I'm yours. I know they might not be completely...natural feelings...but they're wonderful and I'm happy. If you are willing to take me, I want nothing more than to serve you and love you--always."

Penny could only nod mutely at her new slave, her old love. She looked at Glenn and it was clear he was going to do nothing that would displease HIS Mistress. Smiling at both of the waiting, hopeful faces, she finally said, "OK, I'll take you both as is and keep you always, but I need to do ONE thing first."

With that, she got up and crossed to the night stand, picking up the "salt" shaker. Glenn noticed it and understood immediately. He actually giggled as she walked back past the two of them to the bathroom, thinking what kind of crazy fluke put him here, but glad for it. Opening the top of the container, she poured out every last scrap into the toilet, the two others slipping in behind her to watch it disappear into the city sewers. As the waters swirled away the last of their aphrodisiac, they each went through how their future paths had been shaped by such a base emotion: Lust. With a collective sigh, and then a hopeful smile, Mistress Penny pushed the two little ones to their knees and sat on the edge of the bathtub. She handed each a towel, a file, and a bottle of nail polish from the medicine cabinet, and without another word, Sandra and Glenn began their new lives.

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Epilogue:

Several weeks later, with the Domme/sub trio firmly and happily ensconced in their lives, a series of news reports spread around the local papers. Rumors of very odd sexual behavior from both men and women seemed to be bubbling to the surface, with words like "sex slaves" capturing headline and pictures of glassy-eyed people kneeling here or there. Upon noticing the article, Mistress Penny silently applauded her forethought and took another deep drink from the highly filtered water system that she had had a bewildered but obedient Glenn install...

End.