Fix it and tell her

"Oh my god." she got up. "Uh, could you go get dressed?"

"Of course, Mistress." Kitty walked out through the wall.

Ashley put her head in her hands. How had this happened? She had woken up and her roommate was already under some kind of spell.

When Kitty walked back in, dressed now, she asked "Did I talk in my sleep?"

"Yes, Mistress, I checked on you and heard you."

"Shit. Okay, Kitty? I'm not your mistress."

"You... aren't?" The thought was taking a while to process.

"I have a power that means that if I say something, anyone who hears me will become convinced of it. I probably said something in my sleep, but I'm not your mistress, you don't need to do what I say, or pleasure me, or anything like that, you were just being... controlled. I'm so sorry I did all of those... things to you, I thought it was still a dream, I'd never do that on purpose. Do you understand, well, any of what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, actually. This sort of thing happens. I mean, not usually like this, exactly, but, you know, people lose control, or do stuff in their sleep."

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not." Kitty sat next to her on the bed, and put an arm around her. "I could never be mad at you.... Mistress." She was surprised at how horrified Ashley looked. "I'm kidding! Seriously Ashley, I'm fine!" she was more than fine, really, she was still horny, "Everyone has trouble with their powers, and you didn't mean to, plus, when you realized what happened, you fixed it. I forgive you, okay?"

Ashley had to fight not to cry.

"Great, now, I'm still pretty tired, so I think I'm going to head back to my room, okay?"

Ashley nodded.

Back in her own room, Kitty sighed, and reached down through her pants and started to finger herself. So that was it. Years of chatting online, tying herself up, and all sorts of kinky shit, and walking in on the new girl while she was sleeping was the hottest thing she had ever done. Ashley wasn't her mistress now, but she could still remember how it felt to be completely certain that she was. She had never been so convinced of any relationship before, and that had just been from a few words.

The cuffs and ropes seemed juvenile in comparison to the thought of Ashley walking in and saying "you can't move." The gags couldn't compare to "you can't talk." Roleplaying was pathetic when she was living with someone who could turn her into anything if she wanted. Ashley's words could bind her mind, grip it and mold it in any way they wanted. They had, and, if she thought about it, they still were, making sure she knew that Ashley wasn't her mistress. That thought got her to cum.

It was just too bad that Ashley would never do anything like that on purpose. Not that she wanted her to go around turning everyone into her slaves, but it wouldn't be so bad if someone was interested in trying it out.

Well, even if she couldn't get Ashley to do that, she could still cum a few more times. She had the day off, since she had gotten back so late last night, and she was going to make use of it.