Peach submits to the harem.

Lyra stands before me anxiously, as if she's about to be told off or something. It honestly seemed like a good enough deal for me. Lyra gets to treat me as some personal sex toy and all I had to do was let Zoey treat me the same way. I had always found Lyra incredibly sexy, so to take this leap to fulfill my fantasies of her was no question. I soon prop myself atop the bed on my knee and look her directly in the eyes. "I obey my mistress." I playfully coo. "Wha-Really?" She says almost startled. "Lyra you have been the sexiest woman I've ever known. If you had ever asked me to, I would have given up men entirely for you. If letting Zoey play harem master is really all I need to have sex with my best and most beautiful friend, then I accept fully." I explain to her. Lyra begins to laugh. "I always knew you found me attractive. Never thought you were that into me." She says. As her laughter subsides, she stands up with a face fully blushed. "But it's great to know my friend is always there for me." She says as she walks up and hugs me.

Once Lyra pulls away, she explains "If you're going to be Zoey's she going to want you one the same thought level as me. Thankfully I have a temporary snap trigger placed on you we can start getting you off panties now if you don't mind." The thought of going without underwear feels weird, but I had to try and feel being in trance again. "Allright let's do it." I tell her. Lyra gives me a loving smile, before snapping her finger. As she snaps the rest of the world fades away. almost everything fades away. It's just me and Lyra in what almost feels like an empty abyss. "Can you hear me, Peach?" A voice calls out. The voice sounds like Lyra's, but it echos deeply. Almost as though it shakes the entire abyss. Her voice fill my body as if I have **** but respond. "Yes Mistress." I say feeling arousal on my breath. "Good now just listen closely to my voice got it?" She says. It was a simple request, and in this state I couldn't deny her even if I truly wanted to. "Of course, mistress." I respond waiting eagerly. "Good." She begins to explain. "You no longer like wearing panties. Panties to you have always felt uncomfortable and rather pointless. They feel suffocating around your waist and press to harshly against your clit. No matter how hard you try to endure, you will never be able to keep them on for long." her words resonate deep within me. As if I had always known this about panties. I even begin to question why I even wore them in the first place. I try to confirm with her, but my words struggle within me. "Panties...pointless. Suffocate...my...waist. can't... endure." I hear her chuckle as I try to respond, "Good girl time to wake you up." She responds. It makes my whole-body shudder being praised in such a way before she snaps her fingers.

In an instant reality flash back. "Whoa." I blurt out almost feeling whiplash from being awoken from that state. "Yeah don't worry you'll get used to that part." She tells me. "Wait did it work?" I ask curious not feeling any different. "Well, try on your panties see what happens." She says almost seemingly unsure herself. "Panties. Right." I say as I find my pair of white cotton panties within the amalgam of our discarded clothes. As I look at them they are the same ordinary pair I have always worn every day since I started wearing panties. Something about them felt different now as I held them. After a moment of thought I slide them up my legs. Once on they begin to cling to my legs oddly. The fabric against my pussy almost feels as if it's fusing with my pussy. I groan in discomfort as the sensations of tightly hugging fabric and deep digging fabric **** my waist. Within moments I'm in a frenzy trying to pick at the sides of these cursed garments before Lyra chimes in. "Hold on I got you." She walks up to me as I continue to struggle. She then guides my hands way before taking my panties in hand and gently sliding them down to my feet. "No sense tearing them. There's definitely some hopeless losers out there who'd sell their souls for a pair of used women's underwear." The fresh cool air of the room hits my pussy, instantly sending arousal chill of gratitude across my body. "Thank you." I tell Lyra as I step out of those horrid leg chokers.