Fantasy A New Day Dawns for Susan by TMaskedWriter

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Story :- A New Day Dawns for Susan

Written by TMaskedWriter

"And she was lying in the grass.

And she could hear the highway breathing.

And she could see a nearby factory.

She's making sure she is not dreaming."

-Talking Heads, "And She Was"

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A New Day Dawns for Susan Pt. 01

Hi. My name's Susan. There was some confusion about that for a while, but yes, I'm sure of it now.

You don't know me unless you've read a story called "Long Day's Journey Into Susan". For those who came in late, let me give you the quick version:

Orphan, abusive thieving douchebro boyfriend, Borderline Multiple Personality Disorder developed to cope, met a great guy, great guy turned out to have girlfriend, fucked great guy in the college library anyway, librarian would later turn out to be great, great guy's girlfriend turned out to be cool about it and pretty great too, great group sex with great guy, great girl, and great future employer; great guy and girl turn out to be able to control minds, offer to get rid of douchebro and come live with them, accepted, great guy and girl force douchebro to watch them fuck brains out like he never could and run him out of town, great couple get everything he stole back and help find great job with great boss/fuckbuddy, come to grips with multiple personalities, eat great girl's pussy while great guy proposes to her, do lezzie act with great girl and librarian on stage, pseudo-evil mind controlling old friend of great couple crashes party, sleep through strangest wedding prank ever, stay home and help online while all those great people get to go to Europe to prank old friend back, receive iPad and bag of other cool expensive gifts from their pseudo-evil friend for reasons still unclear.

You know, that same old story.

Talking about my life these days without talking about Troy & Julie Equals, the great couple I mentioned in the Cliff Notes version, would be like having an interview with The Pope on the condition "Don't bring up the whole 'God' thing." Born neighbors and best friends for life, learned how to control minds, taught it to a friend who became pseudo-evil, got together; she's a graphic designer and artist, he's going for a doctorate in Economics; met me, moved me in with them, got married, just got back from Europe. Their story is easier to tell and much nicer than mine.

The day I met them, we had Chinese for dinner, and my fortune cookie said "A New Day is Dawning for You." I've never gotten a fortune so prophetic. It's now in my purse, along with more stuff than I think most women carry; a habit born of frequently having to flee the apartment to escape the ex-douchebro in the middle of the night.

From the sound of things, though, I wasn't going to have to carry all that much longer. I had a safe place to live and cool, sexy people to live with; although in the early days, there was always that worry in the back of my head that I'd do something to screw it up. Remember that Next Generation episode where they find the peaceful paradise planet and then Wesley steps on a flower bed and it turns out the punishment for that is death? I figured that was coming any second.

It took me a while to figure out that not everyone is the douchebro (You know what? His name was Chad, that'll save me some typing.) and that I'd have to go trampling that flower bed for them to toss me out. Instead, they helped me to get in touch with the other women in my head and all of us are learning to get along. I'd rather not talk about them just yet, but I think we're all good for now. One or two might show up at some point.

Most importantly, though, was that the last time I'd talked to Troy about whether or not they should teach me how to "do what we do," (Their term for how they control people.) he and Julie had both agreed that I was ready for it. However, since the last time they taught someone, she ended up becoming the pseudo-evil friend I mentioned before, (Ok, her name's Helen, same deal with Chad back there.) we'd decided that all three of us had to be completely sure that I was ready. (Six if you count the other women in my head that I still would prefer to not talk about right now.)

I gave them a few days to recover from their trip, as well as deal with the Ferrari that Helen had loaded onto their plane home with the luggage and a note saying it was a gift to Julie for reasons that, again, are still unclear. Julie said she'd made a joke and thought Helen was kidding; Troy said she should know better than thinking Helen's joking when it comes to elaborate, expensive gifts. The argument over whether or not to keep it ended with Julie saying she'd figure something out.

I say argument, but really, I've never seen the two of them have a fight that lasted more than a minute. With an open marriage, the power to control minds, and the investments Troy's made for both of them (And me. He's gonna be a great economist. Is there an Economists' Hall of Fame? I'm sure Troy would have told me by now.), the Big Two reasons couples fight; Sex and Money, are never issues. Here's a typical sex conversation:

Julie: (suspiciously) Is that red hair on your shirt?

Troy: (defensively) Yeah, is that brown hair on yours?

Julie: (accusingly) Yes it is. Did you fuck her?

Troy: (angrily) Yeah, I did. You fuck yours?

Julie: (arguing) As a matter of fact, YES! I FUCKED HER! You wanna eat my pussy while I tell you about her?

Troy: (committed to the bit now) Only if YOU give me a long, slow blow job while I tell you about MINE afterwards!

Julie: (running with it) Ok, then! Hey, Susan, we're gonna play "How Was Your Day, Hon!" I suppose YOU'D like in TOO, wouldn't you?

Throw in a "Master" or "Mistress" here and there and you've just witnessed An Argument Amongst Equals. (Oh, THAT'S why they both changed their last name when they got married! I get it now! (I'm fucking with you, I totally got it.))

When they'd had time to settle in at home, I was hanging out with Julie in the living room, having a Sweatpants and Wine afternoon. Julie had just finished a project and was taking a couple of days before starting the next; and Claire, my boss/fuckbuddy who runs a small chain of yoga studios, was out of town checking out a site for a new one. That meant her executive secretary/long lunch partner could work from home today; which meant 5 minutes ordering more yoga mats and balance balls, followed by seven hours and 55 minutes of Law & Order SVU marathon while hanging out with one of the hottest women I know. (Again, my job involves travelling between three, soon four, yoga studios and I stand by that statement.)

In retrospect, the scene looked like the setup for every lesbian porno I've ever seen. Probably because by the time Troy got home, he was likely to walk in on one. Seeing one another engaged in sexual activities with friends was something the two of them had grown accustomed to by the time they were out of high school, and I was past being fazed by it from living with them this long, whatever role I was playing in the scene.

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The TV was tuned to an international news channel recapping a story from earlier in the week. Helen was standing at a podium and talking to reporters about "admiring the people's honesty" and that she loved the joke so much that she wanted to make it an annual "Festival of Cupid" event, encouraging tourists to come see how they'll top it next year. "Come to San Finzione! But, ah, this time, leave the kids home," La Contessa said with a wink. That quote and image of her would later become the slogan and posters for their tourism ads.

She was also appointing a representative from amongst those involved in the joke to bring any of the group's concerns to her. A reporter asked why a young man with no experience beyond being a butcher's delivery boy would be appointed to such a position, and she replied with a smile "My top advisor has recommended him and has spoken to me at length about his qualifications. They shall be working together very closely on this matter," briefly turning and smiling at a pretty young woman standing behind her whom Julie smiled at and pointed out to me as Maria.

I asked Julie if her new Ferrari (That Troy was off getting a building permit to add an extension on the garage so she could keep.) and the gift bag she brought back for me were related to that and she nodded affirmatively. She switched the channel to some Light Alternative Music station where we could listen to douches with plaid shirts and acoustic guitars sing-whine about how much they wanted to fuck us.

"The bag is Helen's way of saying that she's sorry about what she did to you at the party and wants to be your friend. She's never really figured out the whole people/things/emotions deal. I'd suggest just accepting it and I'll tell her you said thanks; unless you have something you want to say to her yourself. If we just send it back, she'll keep doubling down and adding to it until you either agree or every surface of this house is covered with high-end electronics."

"I don't even remember talking to her the first time," I said, enjoying the last sip of my glass and debating pouring another. "And Troy would dig that last bit." Settled on a 'yes' on another glass, poured it, then took the shiny 18 karat white gold Lady Datejust watch from the bag and dangled it from my fingers. (I checked Amazon to see how much it cost. Holy Fuck!) "Well, I never thought I'd have a Rolex."

"Girl never forgets her first," Julie said, grabbing the bottle once I was done and refilling her own glass. I slipped it on my wrist. "Troy seemed eager to give the bag to me, so I guess it's important to him. I'll accept. And I'll thank her myself later."

Julie smiled and took a drink. "My Math Boy likes it when all his women get along."

"Might've been easier to get along if I'd met her," I half-said, half-mumbled into my wine glass before taking a sip.

Julie slid over and put her arm around me.

"Troy thought he was protecting you. Helen brings a lot of stuff out of him, not all of it good. He's cute when he gets that whole John Wayne 'stay here, little lady, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do' thing going, though."

I shrugged in agreement, but not in a way to suggest she should remove her arm. "Still, when you were there, he was talking about how you two think I'm ready to learn your thing and I agree, but he's barely said anything about it since you got back." I slid my arm between her back and the couch to put it around her as well. Julie leaned in closer until I could smell the wine on her breath as she spoke.

"He's a care-er, that one. He still sees the frightened, wet, shivering little girl in muddy, ripped pajamas that showed up on his doorstep one night when we were all eight. He always needs a little time to recover after seeing Helen."

"And is that how he sees me," I asked. "Still wearing long sleeves and sunglasses to hide the bruises Chad gave me and sheepishly asking to use the library computer?"

"Oh, no, dear," Julie said, giving me a little kiss for emphasis. "You never got to meet Troy's Propappou, but he loved Helen too. He even tried to adopt her a few times, but her father wouldn't let go of his favorite victim. By the time they locked the piece of shit away for good, the adoption people said Propappou was too old to take care of her."

I took another drink and set the glass down to put my other arm around Julie. "Everything you two have told me about Propappou makes me sad I never met him." Propappou is Greek for "Great Grandfather," by the way. I had to ask about that.

Julie's hand had inched its way down my back and casually wriggled its way under my shirt. It was moving back up now in what would soon become an effort to remove my shirt. I let it do its work and looked into her eyes. No Makeup and No Underwear were the only two rules of a Sweats & Wine session. She didn't need the former and neither of us needed the latter.

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"The point is," Julie said. "She's family. Family fucks with your head. That's their job. He'll be all right in a couple days."

"Will he, though? What if your little game of Cat-and-Also-Cat got to him?" I took a sharp breath as she combined the over-the-shirt boob grab with her "I know you're not wearing a bra" grin. A lethal combo that would normally end the conversation right there, but I still had more to say. "What if he's changed his mind and doesn't want to risk me becoming another Helen? I've been around long enough to know that Troy's not going to break a promise, however..."

Julie completed the thought for me with a sigh. "If he really thought the stakes were that high, he'd reconsider; yes, I see what you mean. Then that leaves us two options: Wait for him to come round, or... Take the initiative."

She pulled off my shirt in one motion to emphasize her point before leaning in for more kissing. I pulled her shirt off too to signify the route I wished to take; soft hands on bare skin becoming an even more essential part of the conversation as we were going along.

"I've seen what you two do with it," I said, caressing one of the perfect breasts that were now on display in front of me. It seemed rude not to. "You help others and you fuck a lot. You make life a bit easier for yourselves too, but who wouldn't? And it's mostly the first two things. I want to be able to do that too." I looked down at the sweatpants she wore. They were that horrid shade of gray that seems to exist only as sweatpant material. The positive effect of which is that I could see a small wet spot start to grow on hers. I didn't look at my own, but I'm sure mine was coming along nicely as well.

I leaned forward, the hand that wasn't on her breast settling on Julie's knee and beginning to creep upward as I continued talking.

"Do you know what else I see, Julie? In you, in Troy, in that woman on the screen?" I gave her a deep kiss as my hand found the elastic of her waistband and started working my fingers under it. Julie moaned her approval as her hands slid down my torso, seeking my own waistband. "All three of you just exude this absolute confidence in yourselves and everything you do. Troy's good with math and money, so he's becoming an economist. You're a great artist and you've got your own graphic design business and art career. I don't know what Helen studied in school..."

"World Cultures and Languages," Julie hissed out as my fingers found her slit and she began working my own pants down my legs.

"See, that makes sense too. She looked so regal up in front of all those reporters. Like maybe she always knew she was going to rule some part of the world and wanted to be ready. And me?" I slipped a finger inside her and gloried in the look of lust on Julie's face as her hands found their way to my own snatch. "I dropped out of high school to start waitressing to pay Chad's bills. You guys helped me get my GED, but that confidence; that knowledge that whatever you choose to do with your lives, you're going to excel at it. The level of confidence that could ONLY come from being able to mold the minds of those around you, THAT'S what I want more than anything!"

I wriggled my finger inside her and slipped a second in as her first entered me, feeling her shudder as I worked her pants off with my other hand and slipped out of my own. I kissed her deeply again, then pushed her back and kissed a line down her neck to her breast as I spoke.

"You two have been able to do this thing since you were kids, so you don't know what shit life is without it." I took her nipple in my mouth and licked and sucked it nice and hard before proceeding to the other. "I know what it is to be completely powerless, and I never want that again." Julie lay all the way back and spread her legs as my kisses grew nearer to where she longed for them to be. "All I've had to work with in this world is what every woman does, but you two can give me something special." I could tell I'd already convinced her, but was having too much fun to stop.

"You see, Julie," I said as I gave her now-dripping pussy a first experimental lick. "A wise man once said 'you don't ASK for power, you TAKE it!'" Another lick, my fingers sliding back into the equation. "Imagine how much BETTER this could be if I could do what you and Troy do. If I could bring you to that magical place that you took me and Troy to that night we broke my bed. Don't you want me to do that to you?"

"YES!" Julie scream/moaned as I stopped talking and focused on licking her clit. "Oh, fuck yes, Susan! We need to share it with you! I'll help with Troy, just fucking eat me!"

I smiled and went to work.

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Troy returned from getting the building permit a couple of hours later. He walked in the door with an over-the-top 50s sitcom "Hi, Honey, I'm home!"

Julie and I were sitting on the couch, waiting for him. We'd both showered and gotten cleaned up and I was now wearing a black lace teddy. She was wearing a white version of the same outfit. We'd bought them together.

Julie walked across the room and gave Troy a Welcome Home, Master kiss (They were into hypnosis and mind control long before they were old enough to be called fetishists. They've always called each other Master and Mistress like other couples say "dear" or "honey." You get used to it.) that lingered a bit longer than normal, promising what the rest of the day had in store for him.

"Troy, you're probably the only man in the world who has ever heard the following words in a good context: Your wife and your girlfriend would like to have a word with you."

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A New Day Dawns for Susan Pt. 02

"And she was drifting through the back yard.
And she was taking off her dress.
And she was moving very slowly.
Rising up above the Earth."
-Talking Heads, "And She Was"

"Not the way I usually expect to be greeted by the two most gorgeous women in the world dressed like Spy vs Spy's hot sisters, but ok," Troy said as he set down his briefcase (Yeah, he really carries one. What a dork! I love him.) and took off his shoes and socks.

Julie took his hand and gently guided him to his usual spot on the couch. I picked up a tray with a martini on it and presented it on the coffee table before him. (After eleven years of waitressing experience, I know how to handle a fuckin' tray, all right?) In my head, Suzy-Q cursed me for not thinking of candles and smooth jazz to complete the scene before now. (Troy and Julie are both big on scene setting.)

* * *

Ok, if they're going to be coming around, I can't put off talking about them any longer: Remember what I said about having Borderline Multiple Personality Disorder before? I used to have to put myself into different headspaces to handle the ways Chad abused me. After a while, it felt like becoming a different person entirely. We're all trying to make peace, and they're more like passengers in my head nowadays, but sometimes they get the idea of trying to seize the wheel. Some introductions, then:

Susan: Me. The person who'll talking to you most of the time. I basically wouldn't exist if Troy and Julie hadn't come into my life. Hi.

Sue: Sue was the one who kept me alive all those years. She was the one who could accept that her money and possessions could disappear any time Chad wanted them and figure out ways to do without; the one who'd wear heavy makeup to hide bruises while listening to Chad talk about how "that stuff's not going to make you hot." The one who'd beg a co-worker for half a Vicodin so she could get through the pain and smile for the customers. (The diner wasn't classy enough to have "patrons.") Have you ever carried drinks for a table of 12 with two broken ribs? Sue has.

Suzy-Q: Apart from being the single most unimaginative-yet-everyone-thinks-they're-so-witty-and-clever-for-thinking-of-it thing that you can call someone named Susan; this is what Chad called me when he wanted to convey that I was his possession. Usually in the context of "Suzy-Q, bring my friends beers" or "Suzy-Q, quit crying and get your whore ass back in the bedroom!" She's the one who'd try to make Chad happy and figured any day he'd stop hurting her as long as she did everything he said and sucked his cock and took him up the ass.

Suzy-Ho: As the name implies the whore of the group. When Chad had some humiliating sex thing he wanted me to do, Suzy-Ho is the one who'd shut my brain off and make the effort to enjoy it. Chad read something in Maxim and now he wants to try watersports? Suzy-Ho's department. One of his douchebros is having a birthday? "Hey dudes, watch this: Suzy-Ho, give my bro a birthday blowjob." (The bros were always bigger, and that's not just traditional "bashing of the ex," Troy and Julie can confirm this.)

So, you're going to hear me refer to the others from time to time or they might have something to say themselves. Got that? Good. Back to the story.

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"We've got some concerns about things since we got back from San Finzione," Julie explained as she sat next to him and I took a seat on the armrest on his other side. "Helen got to both of us a bit, and we need to get it all out."

"If it's about the garage extension, I promised I wouldn't try to build it myself," Troy replied, taking a sip of his drink. "I'll get estimates, don't worry."

"It's not about the car, Master. It's about Helen. I don't know what you and Helen talked about privately, but I'm sure Susan was a big topic." Troy gave a little nod of agreement and Julie continued.

"I thought so. We made a promise to this woman," she said, pointing to me. I replied with a smile and raising one of my stockinged legs up to rest my arm on it. "I know that if you're having second thoughts, you might slack on it, and it's to the point that Susan's noticed as well. As for me, Helen talked about things that got me thinking too.

"I love Susan, and I don't want her to ever feel like Helen told me she felt with us. Maybe it's from all your Greekness that's rubbed off me... and, well, IN me as well." The snickers from that one nearly killed the mood, but we pressed on. I was in the silent role for this stage of our plan, so I mainly smiled and tried to look as cheesecake as I could. "But when the two people I love most have a problem, I have a problem.

"Another thing I've picked up from loving a Greek all my life is that A Deal is A Sacred Thing. Negotiation is the time to try and fuck the other guy over, but once the deal's made, you honor it always. I consider the combination of those two things an emergency and I don't like to overdo this, since I asked for it in San Finzione, but you and I DO have something in place for emergencies that I think would help here."

"You want to use the Special Trigger on me, Mistress," Troy said, turning to look in her eyes more directly. "That's what you're coming to?"

Julie nodded. "I'd also like to do something I don't usually and give Susan a couple of commands. We had a long... well, talk is the wrong word. Let's just say tongues were involved, and she's agreed." I continued Teller-ing. We had talked, you just didn't see that part. It was while we were making each other up for Troy's arrival. I didn't want to bore you with long descriptions of us brushing each other's hair and doing our nails.

Troy took another drink, then set it down and put a hand on each of our knees with a small smile. "Spider-Sense is telling me that this conversation is inevitably heading toward the bedroom." I nodded, Julie nodded, and we all made our way to their room.

As you might expect from a couple who fuck a lot, have a lot of guests, and also fuck those guests a lot, their bedroom is impressive. Some of Julie's paintings hang on the walls, except for one, which is dominated by a large trophy case full of special presents they'd given each other over the years. Julie's panties from their first night together had been replaced as the newest item by a solid gold invitation to a ball at Castle Finzione. (I had to look at a map with a magnifying glass to even find San Finzione. It's amongst some other tiny places in Europe that nobody's heard of either.)

I took a seat on the chaise lounge on the left side of the bed, Julie's side. She led him to the bed and sat on the lounge next to me. Troy undid his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. (I don't know if they make you dress like that when you're studying advanced economics or if it's just a Troy thing that he goes to classes dressed like an accountant. Odd fashion sense runs in his family, I'm told.) As he finished undressing, Julie turned to me.

"Susan, I want you to understand what a measure of our love and trust it is that we're sharing this with you. What I'm about to do to Troy, he can also do to me if the situation..." At that moment, Troy's pants and briefs hit the floor. We both gave his not-yet-fully hard tool a glance before turning back to speak as he sat down. "arises," Julie finished with a grin. Troy nodded in agreement and put his hands in his lap, looking straight at Julie. She shifted to face him and gazed into his eyes as she put her hands on his.

"Troy, there's something I need to do inside my best friend's mind."

Troy looked around the room. He looked over at his own side of the bed for a moment, then looked at Julie's hands on his and his gaze went to meet her eyes. That elicited an "aww" from her, which elicited a slightly confused look from me as his eyes glazed over and his mouth hung open a bit.

"His first impulse is to find the safest, most comfortable place to relax and go into a deep trance," Julie explained. "He looked at his own bed, looked at me, and decided he was safer and more comfortable here with me." I "aww-ed" at that too when his head bowed and his eyes and mouth closed.

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Troy opened his eyes, but they weren't his anymore. They were the eyes of everyone in the kind of movies they like that had followed a swinging pocket watch on a chain or been staring deeply into a villain's eyes. (They really have one of those pocket watches. Well, Troy did. He gave it to Julie instead of a ring when he proposed. It was sweet.)

"I trust my best friend with all that I am," he said distantly; like he'd been asleep and she'd asked him a question and he answered correctly without waking up. "My mind is yours to do with as you wish, Julie." I wondered if I sound like that when they do their thing to me.

"Go deeper and relax, Master," I started to feel myself relaxing for a moment before she said Master.

"Ooh, thank you, Mistress" was his reply.

"I want you to look at me, Love of my Life. Go to that special place where only the two of us exist and see me there." They've taken me to that place a few times too. It's wonderful. I knew that now there was nothing in Troy's universe but Julie. Me, the bed, nothing else mattered to him and there was nothing else he could clearly see except her.

"See me and see what I am to you: Your best friend, your true love, your Princess Mesmera, your Sunflower. Your Mental Organism Designed Only for Making Troy Cum." I gave a weird look at that. She whispered "First time we took E together, had to be there" and kept talking.

"The woman who loves you with all that she is, who thinks of you as the other half of her soul, and knows you feel the same. Close your eyes and keep seeing her." Troy smiled a big, goofy smile and closed his eyes.

Julie got up and sat next to him on the bed, motioning for me to take her spot on the lounge. I hesitated, then slid over. I knew what was coming next, but it still felt like a lot to take.

"When I wake you up, Susan will be sitting before you. For tonight, I want you to see her as you see me, and feel for her what you feel for me. You will not feel any guilt or hesitation about loving her like you love me. What Helen told me was that she always felt both of us were holding something back with her; waiting for each other but not knowing it. I don't want Susan to feel that, and I know you wouldn't either. I want to see you love her the way you love me."

"Wouldn't want Susan to feel that," Troy said dreamily. It was starting to get a bit surreal for me. I'd seen them play little mind control games in the bedroom with each other and participated as well, but taking Julie's role? Could I do that? I needed a moment...

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We were in a coffee shop. I was sitting in an easy chair next to a big couch in front of a coffee table, all of which were arranged in a way to facilitate conversation. Sue set down our tray of coffees on the table, handed me mine in the easy chair on the end, then gave Suzy-Q and Suzy-Ho theirs before sitting on the couch next to them.

I was wearing the teddy I had on in the bedroom. The other ladies' outfits were always the same: Sue was dressed for her shift at the diner, a yellow and white uniform like the woman on the cover of Supertramp's "Breakfast in America" album, but wearing a hairnet instead of the little hat.

Suzy-Q was in a constricting latex maid's uniform; a silver choker with the lock hidden behind a cameo around her neck. She was never allowed to wear anything beneath the miniskirt, which had quick-release snaps at the front and back of the crotch for her owner's easy access. Her hair was slicked back for a wet look and the only makeup she wore was bright red lipstick, should her owner want her to suck a cock.

Suzy-Ho, as you might expect, never wore anything except slut makeup, rock hard nipples, and never entirely-closed glistening wet inner thighs. She gave appraising smiles to every stranger who walked by.

"This is too much," Suzy-Q said, taking a sip of her coffee for strength. "Troy belongs to JULIE! We're not good enough to take her place, even for a game!"

"Bullshit," Sue responded, pulling one of those little airplane bottles of Jack Daniels out of her dress and spiking her own coffee. She often did that for the pain. She stirred it with her finger for a second and took a sip. "Troy told us from day one that we deserve to be loved like Julie, and now's our chance to see what it's really like. Julie already told us she was cool with it. Hell, she's gonna be on one of the lounges with Troy 2 watching us." Troy 2 is Julie's favorite toy, by the way. She names them all Troy 2, Troy 3, Troy 4, etc. Tell me that's not love.

"I know," I said back, declining Sue's offer of a splash of whiskey in mine. Suzy-Ho gave a little squeal and held out her cup eagerly. (The only way she'd have been happier would've been if Sue had drugged her coffee without Suzy-Ho knowing.) Suzy-Q politely declined as always, but you could see from the look on her face that it was because she didn't think she deserved it. "It's just a little more pressure than I expected, is all."

"Aren't we going to be learning their thing?" Sue asked. "Controlling minds is going to be LOTS of pressure! If we can't handle 'I'm going to make my husband, YOUR boyfriend, love you as much as me and watch you fuck,' how're we going to be able to handle that?"

"Besides," Suzy-Ho was practically jumping out of her seat. "Julie watches us fuck Troy all the time. We watch HER fuck Troy all the time. Hell, sometimes, they BOTH watch US fuck ourselves! Or Claire. Or Brenda. Whoever stops by, really. Why're we talking about this when there's a perfectly good Troy Cock going all unridden here?"

Sue leaned over and whispered to me. "Don't worry, I gave them both decaf."

"Julie's about to give us commands," Suzy-Q said with a slight smile. She loved being told what to do. It felt like validation to her. "We should be listening now instead of talking."

"Story of O over there has a point," Sue said to me. "You know Julie. She's already sensed our hesitation and is probably about to command us to be comfortable with it. We're behind you all the way, girl. Go convince the people we love to share their gift with us."

Sue gave me a long, deep kiss. Suzy-Q pretended to be oblivious until called upon. Suzy-Ho spread her legs a bit more and started playing with her pussy with the hand that wasn't holding her drink as she watched. When the kiss was finished, Sue whispered to me with a little smile.

"Also, love the whole 'Friends/Central Perk' thing you've got going for us this time; however, if you ever imagine us in 'Sex and the City,' please understand that I'll have to kill you."

"Love you too, Sue. All of you." Suzy-Ho gave a little moan as things shifted back to reality...

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"Susan," Julie said as she walked to her nightstand and produced Troy 2. "It's time for your commands." I nodded agreement. The pep talk I'd had with the others had helped.

"I don't want you to have any misgivings about what we're doing tonight. You have something to say to Troy, and I don't want either of you to hold back. He's going to love and pay attention to you like he does for me, and it's going to be unbelievably fucking hot to see that from another angle. You deserve it, Susan. I'm happy to share my man and his love with you."

The commands never felt like anything special was happening; like I wasn't in control or felt dazed or anything. Julie's idea of me experiencing what's in Troy's heart for her just felt now like the best idea in the world and I couldn't think of a reason not to go along with it. Ok, Troy, let's do this.

"Both of you," Julie said as she went to the chaise on Troy's side of the bed. "I want you to feel free to experience this with no guilt or worries. Remember that this is what I want. I may have other instructions for you tonight, so I want you to be receptive to them as well. For now, it's ok to be aware that I'm here and watching, but I want you to focus on each other rather than putting on a show for my benefit. So both of you go to that place where only each other exist, and stay there together until further notice." She sat down, setting Troy 2 next to her. "I am done with what I needed to do in my best friend's mind."

Troy closed his eyes again. When they opened, the light returned to them. He looked at me with a look I'd only ever seen him give Julie; a smile that made me feel like he was already deep inside me. It was the sexiest look I'd ever gotten from a man I cared for. "God," I thought. "This is how he looks at Julie all the time. No wonder she walks around wet and ready all day."

I slowly stood and walked over to the bed. Troy studied my every motion as I knelt in the middle of the bed, spreading my legs open so he got a good look at what was under the teddy waiting for him.

"Hey, Troy," I said with as husky and breathy a tone as I could manage. "We need to talk."

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A New Day Dawns for Susan Pt. 03

"And she was looking at herself.
And things were looking like a movie.
She had a pleasant elevation.
She's moving out in all directions, oh, oh, oh."
-Talking Heads, "And She Was"

Troy was enthralled. Not by the trance Julie had brought him out of moments ago, but by me. He'd turned to face me on the cloud we were both on and now had his leg propped up on it with one foot still in space. In the back of my mind, I knew we were in That Place where they've taken me before; where nothing matters but the two, sometimes three, of us. I had an idea from experience that the cloud in space that we were floating on was probably really their bed and we were still in their bedroom. The thought quickly went away because it wasn't Troy and he and the things I had to tell him were all that mattered to me.

I leaned forward, squeezing my tits together and showing him the cleavage that had welcomed his tongue and other parts of him so often before. "Now, Troy," I cocked my head and let my hair hang down, ignoring Suzy-Ho's insistent cries of "Jump him now! Gimme that cock! I'm so fucking wet!" I was, too, but she needed to learn patience. "I know you've had a lot on your mind since getting back from your honeymoon. Catching up on your schoolwork, dealing with Julie's new car, and whatever happened with you and Helen over there. She did something, didn't she?"

Troy nodded. He was himself again, and his response no longer had the distant, dreamy tone it had before.

"She took a young woman, a member of her new family, and corrupted the girl into her maid and sex slave. I think I convinced Helen to do right by her."

Suzy-Q said to ask if she was hiring as I leaned forward further, my hands on the bed as if I might crawl over and jump him like Suzy-Ho wanted any second. I hoped the look on my face was as predatory as I was feeling just then.

"Is that Maria?" He nodded. "I saw her on the news. It looks like she's doing right by her just fine, and the only one who has any problems right now is you. Why don't you tell me about it, Lover?"

He crawled all the way onto the cloud. I shifted position so I could give him a view of my ass, but still lie back and look him in the eyes.

"Just concerned about things that... don't matter here. Not when it's just you and me."

Troy saying that had made me realize that I was starting to forget that I had things to tell him as well. It would be so easy to just hand control over to Suzy-Ho and let her...

"No," Sue reminded me from inside my skull. "Relaxing and forgetting the outside world and fucking Troy's brains out WOULD be wonderful now, but we've got to assert ourselves if we're going to get through to him. Hell, this could all be a test to see if you're strong enough to overcome this feeling and say what's on your mind!" Sue can a bit paranoid, I don't think Julie would do something like that; but that doesn't mean she was wrong either. I shook my head a little, hoping it came off as trying to show how long my hair was for Troy.

Time to test how well Julie's instructions worked. "Troy, darling, if you have a concern, then I have a concern. Aren't we supposed to be completely free with each other in this place?" I sat back up and turned to face him, stretching to display the curves of my breasts beneath the teddy. I spread my legs a bit wider to give him a glimpse of the small, black, frilly silk barrier that was the only thing standing between us and what we both really wanted. "Tell me what's on your mind, Love, so we can move on to things that matter more."

"Helen, Susan dear," he said, as if anyone in the universe or right outside it moaning at the edge of Awareness didn't know was going to be the answer. "How much she's done, the things she did to get it. Life fucked her. We taught her our thing all those years ago to protect her, and she's used it to beat the shit out of life for what it did to her. And it's been making me think..." I cut him off.

"It's been making you think about how life fucked me too before we met, and now you've got a nagging doubt that if you teach me, I'll do...what? Go get my own little Nobody's-Heard-Of-It-istan and have a war with her?" He laughed at that and lay down on the bed, his eyes unable to decide between staring into my eyes or the growing wetness hungry for him behind the strip of silk between my legs.

"Not at all, Dearest One," he said as he reached a hand out to touch my stockinged shin. God, he calls her that. A shiver ran through me. "If anyone I know deserves to learn this, it's you, Susan. I know you'll do good things like we try to. I just worry that it might be too much for you."

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I sidled to the edge of the bed. "Oh yes. What was it that Helen called me? 'One of Troy's little wounded birds?'" He nodded. I got up from the bed, stood as tall as I could, and slowly ran my fingers through my hair before fixing him with a smoldering look. I heard a louder moan than before as I leaned over to give Troy a good view of my tits hanging in front of him.

"Do I look like a little wounded bird to you, Troy?" His cock was standing straight up as he shook his head no. I sat back down, closer to him now, my hand coming to rest on his knee. "Maybe I was when you met me, but you certainly wouldn't say that now, would you?" I leaned in and gave him a little smooch on the lips before leaning back. I ran my free hand through my hair again and thrust out my breasts again, my nipples crying for liberation from the tyranny of the fabric oppressing them; scooting forward so that the top of my slit was visible through the teddy. "No, I wasn't a child on your doorstep, Troy, I was the woman you see now; I was just waiting for you and Julie to show me the way here.

"You rescued me," I said, reaching behind me to remove the teddy and let the straps fall free. "My knight in shining armor saved me from the dragon and brought me to his castle to live with him and his queen. And he's made me feel like a princess ever since." I leaned back on my left hand, allowing the straps to slide down my arms and my tits to spring free. He moved up alongside me and gazed at them appreciably, then slid his hands around me and gave me a longer, deeper kiss than before.

"You deserve to feel like a princess, Susan. I love you and I love making you feel that way."

"You've given me so much, Troy," I said as my hands cupped my breasts and slowly slipped down my body to hook my thumbs into my panties and slowly pull them off. I raised my legs up into the air to remove them, giving Troy a good look at my bare, dripping pussy before him. "And I love rewarding my handsome knight for all that he gives me. I know you have SO many things you can teach me, Troy. Not just the thing, but other stuff too."

My hands slid back down my legs as I opened them. My left hand held out my breast to offer to his waiting mouth as my right sild between my legs and stroked the wetness below. "We agreed that you'd teach me when all of us were certain I was ready." I pulled my hand away from my eager cunt and replaced the nipple in Troy's mouth with two wet fingers, pushing him onto his back, and crawling on top of him.

"Troy," I whispered, my wet snatch hovering over his cock, rubbing it slowly over the length of my slit, lightly kissing it with my nether lips. "Do you think I'm ready?"

Many times in the past, Troy had gotten me too worked up to speak, leaving me unable to answer him in any way but a passionate kiss. He reached for the back of my neck and pulled my lips down to his to do the same for me. I slowly thrust my hips down onto him, taking his length deep inside me.

He was still giving me the look that had always been reserved for Julie, and added a contented sigh as our hips began to move automatically. The moans from outside the universe had become a constant now, and carried on them, I could barely make out the words "Oh, fuck yeah. Ride him, Susan." Even though I was already doing it, the thought of fucking him suddenly became an even better idea. Like I'd been enjoying one of the sundaes they make on special occasions and raised the bowl up to my lips to drink the melted ice cream and syrup mix at the bottom when another, bigger sundae appeared right under the first. I happily obliged the voice.

"Oh God, I fucking love you, Susan," he cried out from under me.

"Fuck, I love you so much, Troy," I responded, increasing my pace. Not only did he feel amazing, but the expressions on his face were ones I'd seen from the side many times. No matter how long or intense or how many friends we all had in bed with us, the "last dance of the night" was always the same: Julie riding Troy to a screaming orgasm while me and everyone else watched. It was always beautiful, always a monument to their true love that they always had that last fuck of the night saved for each other. And now that was the fuck we were sharing with each other.

I'd often wondered how they managed to come together every time. (Well, not TOO much; usually about when I remember "Oh yeah, they're mind controllers who trust each other enough to share control," the wondering stops.) There was more to it than that, as I was seeing now, experiencing another look on Troy's face that I hadn't seen from this angle before. A look that said "I'm about to shoot a lifetime of love into you." From below me, I heard whispered "Cum with me, Susan," and my orgasm exploded. From outside the universe, that other voice said "Cum with him, Susan," and both voices joined together in my mind as my orgasm went on; irresistible, uncontrollable, again and again until I was beyond thought and the women in my head came and came with me in agreement until the four of us collapsed onto Troy's chest.

I don't know how long we lay there kissing and touching before I noticed we were no longer alone in the universe. Our cloud had shifted and someone was here with us and oh hey, it's Julie; hey there, babe; thanks for sharing this with me and I rolled off of Troy to kiss her too; and the look on his face matched the gratitude in my heart for Julie, and I crawled over her to take a spot on the other side of her as Troy moved himself to where I'd been laying on the cloud; and we started showing our gratitude to her with our mouths...

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I don't remember this part. According to Julie, I won't, and I won't remember writing it once I've finished, but she felt it should go here. Once I'm done writing this bit, I am instructed to gloss over and scroll past this part of the story whenever I come to it until a time that Troy will let me know. (Apparently, he can't read it until the right time either.) I'll know that it's important and has to be kept in the story, but I won't think about why or bother to read it. So I figure I'd better apologize now for any typos.

After we'd shown Julie our gratitude, she sat up at the end of the bed and smiled at both of us.

"Troy, Susan; that was everything I'd hoped for. And I'll definitely want to see it again, however, I've got a last bit of air-clearing to do; and I hope you won't begrudge me giving you some special instructions.

I nodded. Troy said "I trust my best friend with all that I am." He wasn't in that trance this time, he just said it. Julie smiled again before continuing.

"First off, yes, that was incredibly hot. I want to be able to bring you back here again, so I'll give you both a trigger to feel this feeling again when I tell you. Susan, I love you and I'm happy to share my man's love with you. But I get to choose when; I claim that right as his wife." We both agreed.

"Second, I certainly don't want you two to think you can't have that much fun without me. If I'm staying somewhere, say, more than one night, I give you two permission to take our love out for a spin if you want. I'll leave you some triggers for that as well." She paused for almost a minute before getting to the last one.

"Lastly, I have a special command for both of you: If anything ever happens to me, I want the two of you to share this feeling again. And I want you to keep it forever." She got up and walked over to Troy's side of the bed, sitting next to him. She bent down to kiss him, his face sadder than I'd ever seen it.

"Don't worry, my dearest, bestest friend. I'm not sick and I certainly wouldn't go anywhere without you. Susan's a good person and so are you, and we've both told her how she deserves a love like ours. I would trust her with the other half of my soul."

She got up and walked over to my side. "Susan, hon; if something happens to me and I know that his love for me will live on in you, I can't ever really die." I sat up and kissed her.

"Better not, bitch," I said, giving her a little punch on the arm. "I still need you to show me how to drive a Ferrari."

She kissed me again and began to speak words we could not understand...

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I crawled out of bed. When I was off of his arm, Troy rolled onto his side to hug Julie as they slept on. Rather than hunt for the teddy on the floor in the dark, I stepped into Julie's bathroom and borrowed a robe, wrapping it around myself as I crept out of the bedroom and closed the door behind me.

Once their door was closed, there was no further need for stealth. I sat on the couch that Julie and I had been on this afternoon and turned on her laptop. (Don't worry, I have permission to use it.)

I loaded Skype and checked the clock on the laptop: 1:38 AM. I did some math in my head. It was either just turning lunchtime there or everyone would be coming back from it.

The call connected. A woman a few years younger than me answered. She was wearing an impressive business suit with skirt that had to have been hand-tailored by elves.

"Si," the girl's voice called at the computer. "Troy, Julie? Sei tu?"

"I'm sorry," I said, hoping I wasn't raising my voice like a stupid American tourist in the movies. "I don't speak Italian. I think we saw you on the news. Maria?"

"Oh, si," she replied. "Don't worry, I know English. And you are Susan, si?"

"Yeah, uh, si. I'd definitely like to talk to you sometime, however, I called for her, and er... how DO you get an 'audience' or whatever with a Contessa, anyway? Are there forms? Someone you bribe?"

Maria laughed at that. "No. I tell Great-Grandmama you call. Is big castle, may take her a minute to come to computer."

She sent a text and I chatted with Maria for a few minutes, exchanged Facebook pages, and learned about the weather in San Finzione and how their team was doing in the semi-finals in some sport I still can't tell you the name of before Maria bid me good day and left the room.

She was replaced on the screen by the other woman I'd seen on the news. She had short black hair and looked like an actress from the 50s or 60s whose name I know I'm going to remember later and hate myself for not being able to remember it now. The smile on her face was of someone holding a big party and expecting a certain guest, only to open the door and find someone she didn't know standing there, but was still trying to play the role of gracious hostess.

"Susan, is it," Helen asked. "I can tell what Troy sees in you." She picked up a cigarette and lit it. "Are they all right?"

"Oh yes," I replied. There was still enough wine in the bottle from that afternoon for another glass, so I poured myself one. It was room temperature by now, but I wasn't proud. "You know those two: Off having Cotton-Candy-Land-Smurfy-Best-Friend dreams together. No, I called to talk to you."

"Is this about the bag? Really, it's nothing, dear."

"You're right about that," I said, taking a drink. "It IS nothing."

She tried to hide the shock on her face. She got it out as a curious "Oh?"

"You see, Helen," she opened her mouth to correct me and I cut her off. "I know, it's Contessa Helena something. I owe you an ass-kicking, bitch, not extra letters."

She took a long drag of her cigarette. "Was the 'bitch' meant to insult me, dear? That's cute. Do you know what they call me in Zambia? 'The She-Demon Who Birthed All Witches.' That one's my favorite."

"What I call you is one of only two people in this world who have ever made me feel truly powerless. One's bagging organic groceries somewhere in the Rockies right now, the other thinks she can buy me off with a $30,000 watch, some tech toys, and some fancy chocolates and stuff from companies I've only heard about in rap songs."

"But be fair, those chocolates almost swayed you, didn't they?" She set the cigarette in an ash tray, reached past the laptop, and produced one of those same chocolates, popping it into her mouth. Ok, yeah, they did, but fuck if I was going to admit it to her.

"Well, you don't have to worry about it happening again, Susan, dear. I AM sorry, and I promised Troy it wouldn't happen again. You're safe from me. Even if I hadn't, I'm sure they've already told you that our thing doesn't work over Skype."

"And see, if I'd ALSO grown up with the three of you and shared all the stuff you've done and lived in a world where me and my pals give each other fancy sports cars for a joke, I'd have that hope deep down in my heart that they do. That 'this time, Helen's changed for real' one. But from what they've told me, you know as well as I do what bullshit 'I've really changed this time' and 'I promise I won't do it again' is. People don't step on you once and then never do it again."

"Oh, are we going to lay our tragedy cards out on the table and see whose life's been worse? I'll open with 'Daddy was an abusive drunk who beat Mommy to death' if that's really what you called about."

"No. You're right," I responded with another sip. "The point is that I accept the gifts because Troy would say not to..." She cut me off and finished it.

"Punish a genuine effort to be nice,' yes, I know."

"I don't accept the apology, though. You'll do it again; everything I've learned about you tells me that. Oh, you'll have a perfectly good reason for doing it, I'm sure. And another the time after that. After the third, you won't even pretend anymore."

"Spoken like someone else who learned about concealer before lipstick."

"Yeah, but you don't see me toppling governments over it. So, if you're sincere, your actions will bear that out, and maybe in time, I'll be able to accept it. If not, well, Troy says he's going to start teaching me your thing in the morning. Either way, I expect our next meeting to be interesting enough to stay awake through."

"And I'll try to do the same. Now if you'll excuse me, I have Countessing stuff to do. Pick up this lovely conversation another time?"

"Count on it," I said, and ended the call.

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The next morning, Troy texted Sharon, a girl in his class, saying he wouldn't make it today and asking if he could use her notes. She said yes. Sweet girl, Sharon. She's spent a couple nights here too.

I called Claire and asked if I could take a sick day today. I didn't want to lie to her so told her I was spending the day with Troy. We negotiated it down to a "We'll call it a surprise day off if I get to join you all Friday night." Julie had to meet a new client and couldn't stay home with us today, but wanted to hear all about it when she got home.

Troy took me into the storage room that had been filled with bookshelves and a reading desk and turned into a small library. When Julie was gone, he told me he was also looking into expanding this room into a proper library, and that he was looking forward to the resulting "fight" that was sure to follow.

The current room was more of a library of all the hypnosis and mind-control sources they'd been able to track down over the years. Lots of books with "control," "mental," or "power" in the title. Some old comics, and fiction by a few authors whose names I recognized from living here and talking to them; a VHS movie with a faded label reading *"Slaves of the Snake Goddess,"* sandwiched between an episode of *"Pokémon"* and another video simply marked *"The Tape"* next to DVDs of various hypnosis-themed adult films. Troy showed me the spinning wheel that Helen had gotten him as a wedding gift and told me it was the real prop from the film *"Our Man Flint."*

"Am I going to be reading or watching all of these," I asked him.

Troy smiled. "A good number, but not all of them. The two shelves closest to the door are the things we collected while studying how to do what we do, but those might not be the right things for you." He picked up a book by someone named Lireal Something, then patted it and gestured around the room.

"Let's say that every item here, every movie or book or TV show or comic you might've seen on this subject contains one letter of The Truth; or one letter of A Truth, anyway. You're going to be researching these things to find the Truth that fits you, and we'll be here to help you along the journey." He set the book back on the shelf, looked at another near it, then tossed it in the garbage. "Hopefully, your truth will be closer to ours than to Helen's."

I looked at the two shelves of material that they'd gathered and pored over when I would've been reading Goosebumps. Then looked around at the other 12 bookshelves they'd acquired since. Finally, I turned to Troy.

"This is going to be really long and difficult, but also really sexy and intense, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Troy said, putting his arm around my waist. "And we'll be here to help you with that part of things too." He turned me to face him and then kissed me.

All four of us kissed back.