One Lovebird and One Snake

The evening air was crisp, carrying the scent of autumn leaves as Miranda walked toward the small, cozy restaurant Bree had suggested. Bree had messaged her that morning, reminding her of the dinner they had talked about days earlier.

Bree: Hey! Just a reminder about tonight. Looking forward to catching up:).

Miranda had smiled at the message, her mind already turning over possibilities. Bree was eager to impress her. It was obvious. She’d seen it in Bree’s eager glances during their shifts, the way she sought Miranda’s approval. This dinner would be the perfect opportunity to test her theories.

She thinks she’s reaching out as a friend. But she has no idea what she’s walking into.

As Miranda approached the restaurant, she adjusted her blazer and glanced at her phone. The familiar alarm buzzed—a reminder labeled “Mantra Time”. She quickly silenced it, a soft smile playing on her lips.

I’ll listen later.

Her mind drifted briefly to the first time she recited the mantra after returning home from her last session with Garrett. How each sentence rolled off her tongue, embedding itself deeper into her consciousness. With every repetition, her fingers worked faster, her thoughts sharpened, narrowing to a singular focus—him. The words weren’t just affirmations; they were commands, reshaping her very identity.

She recalled the ache that built within her, the unbearable tension between her thighs as she whispered the final line. But frustration followed when it ended—when the release she craved was denied. She hadn’t earned it. Not yet.

Miranda clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. She had to succeed. She had to prove her worth. Only then would he grant her what she so desperately desired. Only then would she be allowed her release.

Each phrase was like a gentle caress from him, reminding her of her purpose. The more she whispered it to herself, the more she felt her will align with his desires. The words didn’t just echo in her mind—they shaped her reality, reinforcing her devotion and erasing any lingering hesitation. She repeated it to herself under her breath as she entered the restaurant.

“I love Garrett Silver. He is my purpose. Pleasing him is my duty.”

Inside, Bree was already waiting at a corner table, her face lighting up as Miranda approached. She looked nervous, fidgeting with her napkin, but there was a spark of excitement in her eyes.

“Miranda! You made it!” Bree stood to greet her, her voice warm and welcoming.

Miranda smiled. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”

They sat, exchanging pleasantries as the waiter took their orders. Bree seemed determined to keep the conversation light, but Miranda could see the tension beneath her cheerful exterior. Bree wanted more than just dinner.

“So,” Bree began, leaning forward slightly, “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said the other day. About finding balance, staying grounded. Do you have any advice on… how to manage stress better?”

Miranda tilted her head, feigning curiosity. “Stress?”

Bree nodded quickly. “Yeah. I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed lately. I thought maybe you’d have some tips. I mean, you’re so composed all the time. It’s impressive.”

Miranda let the compliment hang in the air for a moment before responding. “Music helps me.”

Bree’s eyes lit up. “Really? I love listening to music when I run. It clears my head.”

Miranda smiled softly, the gears in her mind turning. She noticed Bree’s subtle attempts at leaning in, the way her fingers traced the stem of her wine glass nervously. Bree wasn’t just here for conversation. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her napkin, twisting it nervously as her eyes flicked between Miranda’s face and her own hands. Occasionally, her gaze would linger on Miranda’s lips, and each time, she would quickly look away, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. It was clear—she wanted Miranda, physically and emotionally. Her nervous tics betrayed her, from the way her foot tapped under the table to the way her voice trembled slightly when she spoke. Miranda could see the hunger in Bree’s gaze, the yearning for something more than words. She was practically begging for Miranda’s attention, even if she didn’t fully realize it herself. Bree’s admiration, her need for validation, shone through every word she spoke.

She thinks she’s in control, but she’s already mine. Miranda suppressed a smirk as she sipped her wine. The younger woman’s desire to impress was palpable, and Miranda intended to use it to her full advantage. The possibilities unfurled before her like an intricate web, each thread leading back to Bree. She could see it clearly now—Bree was ****, yearning for validation, and **** to impress. But beneath that eagerness was a need for connection, for guidance, and Miranda knew exactly how to fill that role.

As she sipped her wine, her thoughts grew darker, more calculated. She thinks this is just a dinner. Miranda suppressed a smirk. She has no idea she’s walking into a trap.

She imagined Bree wearing earbuds during her runs, the subtle suggestions embedded in each song guiding her thoughts. Miranda’s mind wandered further, and a shiver of excitement coursed through her. The idea of Bree unknowingly absorbing commands, her thoughts and desires shifting without her awareness, sent a delicious thrill through Miranda’s body. It wasn’t just the control—it was the intimacy of it, the way her influence would seep into Bree’s most private moments. The thought of molding Bree into a perfect tool for Garrett filled her with both purpose and a simmering heat. She imagined Bree smiling, trusting, oblivious, all while Miranda’s whispers shaped her reality. The power in that made Miranda’s breath quicken, her lips curling into a slow, satisfied smile. This wasn’t just a game—it was an art, and Bree was her masterpiece in the making. Miranda’s mind hummed with excitement at the prospect—Bree unknowingly absorbing commands, thinking they were her own desires. There was no guilt, no second-guessing. In Miranda’s eyes, it was necessary. Bree needed direction, purpose, someone to look up to. And if that guidance came from carefully crafted whispers hidden beneath melodies, so be it. The thought of Garrett’s approval for such a clever tactic sent a thrill through her. She’d prove herself by delivering Bree to him—loyal, obedient, and ready. It wasn’t manipulation, she told herself. It was enlightenment. Bree would thank her for it in the end. I’ll make her crave my approval, yearn for my presence. And before long, she’ll do anything to please me.

Miranda shifted in her seat, her mind drifting further. The thought of Garrett flashed through her consciousness. He would be pleased. No, more than pleased—he would be proud of her. The image of his approving gaze sent a thrill down her spine. I’ll bring her to him. I’ll prove my worth. A playlist. Of course. A perfect way to start planting suggestions.

“I could put together a playlist for you,” Miranda offered, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “Something calming, motivational… something personal.”

Bree blushed, biting her lip slightly. Her gaze flickered to Miranda’s lips before quickly darting away. “You would do that for me?”

„Of course.“ She’s so eager to please. So eager to get closer. Miranda leaned in slightly, allowing her fingers to brush against Bree’s hand. The younger woman’s breath hitched, her pupils dilating with excitement.

Bree beamed. “That would be amazing! Thank you!”

The conversation continued, flowing naturally. Bree grew more relaxed, her guard slipping as the wine flowed. She laughed easily, her eyes lingering on Miranda’s face.

She’s falling into place.

As they finished their meals, Bree leaned back in her chair, her gaze steady. “I really appreciate this, Miranda. You’ve been a huge influence on me.”

Miranda reached across the table, her fingers brushing Bree’s hand. Bree’s breath hitched, a subtle tremor passing through her as her eyes darted to their joined hands. Miranda noticed the slight shiver and the way Bree’s lips parted, almost as if she were about to say something but thought better of it. The younger woman’s skin felt warm beneath Miranda’s touch, and for a brief moment, Miranda felt a spark of control—a delicious thrill at how easily she could elicit such a reaction. Bree’s fingers twitched, curling slightly as if wanting to hold on longer. Miranda’s smile deepened, satisfied by the subtle signs of Bree’s growing infatuation. Bree wasn’t just listening; she was yearning. “I’m glad. I want to help you succeed.”

Bree blushed, her fingers curling slightly under Miranda’s touch. “You already have.”

Miranda’s smile deepened. “There’s more to come.”

To make this more interactive, I’ve posted an open poll under each character profile in the Character Chapter , where you can vote for your "go-to" kink for each of the girls (except for Miranda—her path is already settled).

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Moana:

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Heather:

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Rachel:

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