The Girlfriend's Girlfriend

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I pulled up to the secluded driveway in my Porsche, still not quite used to the purr of the engine or the way the steering wheel felt under my fingers. The countryside stretched out around us, all rolling hills and spring wildflowers, the kind of picturesque setting you'd see on a desktop wallpaper. Jeanne Beaumont's wire transfer had finally hit my account a week prior—fifty grand that I had absolutely no idea what to do with until Claudia suggested a weekend getaway.

"Holy shit," Claudia whispered as we stepped out of the car, her eyes wide as she took in the sprawling modern cabin with its floor-to-ceiling windows and wraparound deck. "You didn't say it was going to be like… this." She gestured vaguely at the structure, which looked like something out of an architectural magazine, all clean lines and natural materials seamlessly blending with the surrounding landscape.

I couldn't help but grin at her reaction. "What? You should be used to fancy places." I grabbed our bags from the trunk, struggling slightly with her oversized weekend bag. "What did you pack in here anyway? Bricks?"

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes, snatching her bag from me with surprising strength. "Le Petit Château is all old-money pretentiousness. This is…" she paused, searching for the right word, "…actually cool." Her dark eyes sparkled as she took in the property. "Anyway... A girl needs options. You never know when you might need an emergency outfit change after someone decides to play mind games with you."

"That was..." I started counting on my fingers. "Only like fifteen times," I said with mock outrage, following her up the stone pathway to the front door. "And if I recall correctly, you weren't exactly complaining."

"Who said I was complaining now?" She shot back with that mischievous smile that made my stomach do a little flip.

I fumbled with the digital lock, punching in the code the owner had texted me. The door swung open to reveal an interior that was even more impressive than the outside. The main living area was a vast open space with vaulted ceilings, dominated by a stone fireplace that reached all the way up. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered panoramic views of the surrounding forest and the small lake behind the property. Modern furniture in neutral tones was arranged around a massive area rug, and a sleek kitchen with top-of-the-line appliances occupied one corner.

"Jesus," Claudia whispered, dropping her bag on the polished concrete floor. "How much is Mrs. Beaumont paying you exactly?"

"Enough," I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "There's a hot tub on the back deck, a wine cellar downstairs, and I think the listing said something about a sauna."

Claudia wandered through the space, running her fingers along the smooth countertops and peering through doorways. "Renee is going to lose her mind when she sees this place," she said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "She has a thing for fancy bathrooms, and I bet this place has at least three."

"Four, actually," I corrected, checking the listing on my phone. "Plus an outdoor shower."

At the mention of Renee, I felt a flutter of nervousness in my stomach. I checked the time on my phone—she'd be arriving soon, assuming her flight had been on time. I'd never met Claudia's girlfriend before, and despite knowing I technically "owned" her like every other woman, the idea of meeting someone who was so important to Claudia made me anxious.

"You look like you're about to throw up," Claudia observed, coming back into the main room after exploring a hallway. "Relax, Oliver. Nothing can go wrong. You own the girl, for god's sake!" She flopped onto the massive sectional sofa and stretched out like a cat. "If she turns out to absolutely despise you, you could just command her to change her mind about you."

She was joking, but I could see something shift in her eyes as she said it—a darkening of her pupils, a slight parting of her lips.

"I'm not going to command her to like me," I said, sitting down beside her. "That would be cheating."

"But so hot," she murmured, almost to herself. She shifted positions, crossing her legs in a way that suggested she was feeling a bit worked up. "Just saying."

"Speaking of which," I said, trying to distract myself from the way her cheeks had flushed, "I want to make sure I understood correctly when you mentioned before that Renee is a dom, and you're more of a…"

"A brat," she supplied with a grin. "Yes, that's our usual dynamic. She tells me what to do, I give her a hard time about it, sometimes... She puts me in my place." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But between you and me, I think it would be incredibly hot to see you turn the tables on her. To see her struggle against your commands..."

"That is an interesting thought," I admitted, my breathing getting heavier. "But I'd like to meet her first before we go crazy on her. Also... isn't she gay?"

Claudia nodded. "Very much so. But…" She trailed off, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "You could command her not to be, and—"

The crunch of tires on gravel interrupted her, and we both turned toward the windows. A sleek black rental car was pulling into the driveway.

"She's early," Claudia said, jumping up from the couch. Her entire demeanor changed in an instant—there was a new energy to her movements, a mixture of excitement and something almost like nervousness. It was endearing to see this side of her, so different from her usual confident self.

We headed outside just as Renee was stepping out of her rental car. She was tall—taller than I'd expected—with short, asymmetrically cut hair dyed a deep burgundy that contrasted sharply with her pale skin. She wore black jeans, combat boots, and a leather jacket over a white t-shirt. Multiple piercings lined her ears, and a small silver hoop gleamed in one nostril. She moved with a confident grace that immediately commanded attention.

"Baby!" Claudia called out, practically skipping down the steps toward her. They collided in an embrace that looked almost choreographed, Renee lifting Claudia slightly off her feet before setting her down and kissing her deeply. When they broke apart, Renee gave Claudia's ass a firm slap that made her yelp in surprise.

"Missed you," Renee said, her voice lower and richer than I'd imagined, with just a hint of a Boston accent. Her eyes—a striking pale green—shifted from Claudia to me, narrowing slightly as she assessed me from head to toe. A smirk played at the corners of her mouth as she approached, extending a hand.

"So this is the man who stole my girlfriend from me and has been playing with her brain without my permission," she said, her tone making it clear she was joking despite the words. "I've heard a lot about you, Oliver."

I shook her hand, noting her firm grip. "All good things, I hope."

"Oh, mostly terrible," she replied with a laugh. "But I'm reserving judgment." She released my hand and stood a bit straighter, her eyes meeting mine directly. "Renee Callahan. Graphic designer, proud lesbian, and apparently—" she gestured vaguely at herself "—your property. So if you need a blow job or whatever, I'm technically available, though I've got to warn you I haven't been with a man since college, and it wasn't exactly a highlight of my sexual career."

"We've got time to have fun," I said with a casual shrug, trying to project more confidence than I felt. "For now, I'm just happy to get to know you."

Renee's eyebrow arched slightly, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "For now, huh? Keeping your options open. Smart man." She glanced at Claudia, who was practically bouncing on her toes beside her. "This one never was good at delayed gratification."

"Hey!" Claudia protested, but there was no real offense in her voice.

Renee ignored her, brushing past me to enter the house. As she stepped into the main living area, she let out a low whistle as she took in the interior of the cabin. "Damn, Oliver. When Claudia said you were taking us somewhere nice, I was picturing, like, a Holiday Inn with a pool." She ran her hand along the back of the leather sofa. "What is this, a porn set or an Architectural Digest spread?"

"Can't it be both?" Claudia quipped, following behind her.

Renee snorted, then turned to Claudia with a sudden shift in demeanor. "Boots off at the door, pet. And hang up my jacket while you're at it." Her voice had dropped an octave, taking on a commanding edge that seemed to transform the air between them.

"Yes, ma'am," Claudia replied, her entire posture changing as she slipped off her shoes and took Renee's leather jacket with careful hands. Gone was the sassy, confident woman I'd been getting to know. In her place was someone more demure, eyes slightly downcast though a hint of mischief still lurked in them.

I tried not to stare, but it was like watching an entirely different person. This submissive version of Claudia was so at odds with the woman who had teased and challenged me at every turn. I found myself growing slightly annoyed at how Renee commanded the space—and Claudia—so effortlessly. It wasn't a bad annoyance, more like a prickly awareness that settled under my skin. The kind that made me want to see what would happen if I pushed back against her natural dominance. I kept it bottled up, though, watching as she examined the kitchen appliances with the critical eye of someone who knew their way around high-end cookware.

Renee opened the massive refrigerator and let out another appreciative whistle. "Fully stocked, nice." She pulled out three beers, popping the caps off with a opener she produced from her pocket. "Let's sit down and get properly acquainted, shall we?"

Renee flopped down on the massive sectional sofa, stretching her long legs out and kicking off her boots. "So, Oliver the Owner, what's your deal with my girl? She can't stop talking about you." She wiggled her fingers near her temple. "Got her all hot and bothered."

"We've been having fun," I said simply, sitting down across from her. "She's special."

Claudia returned, sitting on the floor at Renee's feet rather than next to her on the couch. Renee absently ran her fingers through Claudia's dark hair, and I watched as Claudia leaned into the touch like a cat. I felt myself growing annoyed again. Yeah, okay, I was jealous. I wanted Claudia to be leaning into me.

"So what are you up to these days?" Renee asked, taking a long pull from her beer. "Besides owning the world's female population and fucking with my girlfriend's head, of course."

"Didn't Claudia tell you all about me?" I asked, genuinely curious about what she might have shared.

Renee snorted. "Oh, I know everything about you. But I like to hear it from the horse's mouth, you know? People reveal themselves in how they talk about their own lives."

I took a swig of my beer, buying time. "Honestly? Not much. I help my dad with his business sometimes in exchange for an allowance." I gestured vaguely around us. "Though nowadays I own Claudia's workplace too, but I can't really claim I deserve any of it."

"Hmm." Renee nodded, her expression neutral but evaluating.

Claudia elbowed my leg from her position on the floor. "Tell her about the game thing you've been working on."

"Game thing?" Renee perked up, her interest clearly piqued.

I shifted uncomfortably. "I studied game design for a year before dropping out. I've been dabbling with it on and off, but lately I've been trying to get more serious about it. Claudia's been encouraging me to pursue it. I'm... It's nothing crazy, really..."

Renee leaned forward, her eyes bright with genuine interest. "No shit? I'm a huge gamer. What are you working on? RPG? FPS? Please don't say it's another Backrooms game."

"I'm just… learning again, really," I said, feeling unexpectedly shy about my project. "Following tutorials, figuring out how to use Unity. I've had this concept bouncing around in my head for years, but I'm not making much progress yet. Just baby steps."

"What's the concept?" Renee pressed, and I could see she wasn't going to let it go easily.

"It's a puzzle game around time travel," I explained, warming up to the topic despite myself. "It's like... a stealth game where you need to avoid being seen or heard by your past self, to avoid creating paradoxes."

Renee nodded slowly, her eyes alight. "Oh so like you're playing against yourself? That's cool, man. Keep it up."

I blushed slightly, not used to people taking an interest in my ideas. "Well, against and with... like... stealth cooperation."

The lesbian took a slow sip from her beer, her eyes never leaving mine. "So... I've been meaning to ask," she said, leaning forward with a gleam in her eye that reminded me of a cat spotting a mouse. "Claudia tells me you've got some magic tricks up your sleeve. Perks of your… privileges over women." She wiggled her fingers in a mock-mystical gesture.

I shifted in my seat, a bit taken aback by her directness. "I wouldn't call them magic tricks exactly, but yeah. I can make women do things, beyond simple commands."

"Fascinating," Renee said, taking another sip of her beer. "I dabble in hypnosis myself, you know. Love putting my girls under." She reached down and ruffled Claudia's hair affectionately. "Tried it with this one. She was really into it, weren't you, pet?"

Claudia nodded eagerly, looking up at Renee with adoration. "So into it. But I wasn't as suggestible as we would have liked. My brain's too busy." She tapped her temple. "But we had fun with it anyway."

"Not as fun as what Oliver can do, though," Claudia continued, suddenly animated like a child eager to share a secret. "He can completely mindfuck you. Like, he made me think Sophia was a table—an actual table—and I couldn't see what was happening even though he was fucking her right in front of me!" Her eyes were wide with excitement, and I noticed Renee's expression shift from casual interest to genuine intrigue.

"Yeah, I remember that text you sent me..." Renee looked at me with newfound respect. "So you can just… command our minds? Not just our actions?"

"Pretty much," I confirmed, feeling a strange mix of pride and embarrassment. "Whatever I tell a woman to think or feel or believe, she does."

Renee nodded slowly, processing this information. She didn't seem shocked or disturbed—more like she was mentally filing away a new and interesting fact. Like discovering a restaurant delivers when you thought you had to dine in. "That's… impressive. I mean, obviously we all have to obey you because you own us or whatever, but I didn't realize that extended to our thoughts too."

She leaned back, a smirk playing on her lips. "Care to demonstrate? I'd love to see it in action."

I felt a smile spreading across my face, feeling back in control—or more accurately, in co-control. I was no longer just watching Claudia submit to Renee; we were sharing her. It was a partnership of sorts, and I found I liked that dynamic much better.

"Sure," I said, turning to Claudia and taking a moment to think about what to do to her. "Claudia, until I tell you to remember, forget everything about who you are, where you are, and who we are."

The change was immediate and dramatic. Claudia's eyes widened, then went blank for a moment before filling with confusion. She looked around the room, her movements suddenly jerky and uncertain. She scrambled away from Renee's feet, pressing herself against the arm of the sofa.

"Where am I?" she asked, her voice small and frightened. "Who are you people?"

Renee's mouth fell open slightly. She waved a hand in front of Claudia's face. "Claudia? Baby? It's me."

Claudia shrank back further. "I don't… I don't know you. I don't know where I am. I don't even know…" Her hand went to her head. "I don't even know my name. Oh god, why don't I know my name?"

Renee looked at me, her eyes wide with genuine amazement. "Holy shit," she whispered. "That's the real deal. Amnesia is one of the hardest suggestions to implement in hypnosis. I mean, it's definitely possible with the right subject and practice, but…" She trailed off, watching as Claudia examined her own hands as if she'd never seen them before.

I could see Renee was turned on—her breathing had quickened, and she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. She reached out to touch Claudia's arm, and Claudia flinched away.

"Please," Claudia whimpered. "Can someone tell me what's going on?"

Renee turned to me, her eyes dark with arousal. "What else can you do?"

I looked at Renee with a smirk, feeling a surge of power. Time to show her who really owned her girlfriend.

"Claudia," I said, my voice firm and clear, "Be irresistibly horny for me."

Claudia's expression transformed before our eyes. The fear remained—her eyes still darted around the unfamiliar room—but something else crept in alongside it. Her breathing quickened, and a flush spread across her cheeks. She pressed her thighs together, squirming uncomfortably.

"I don't… I don't understand what's happening to me," she whimpered, but her eyes had locked onto me with an intensity that made my skin tingle. "I don't know who you are, but I… oh god." She bit her lower lip, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa so tightly her knuckles turned white. "Why do I want you so badly?"

She was fighting it, which made the whole thing even more arousing to watch. The confusion in her eyes warred with the desire I'd commanded her to feel. Her body trembled with the effort of restraining herself, but I could see her resolve crumbling with each passing second.

"This is fucked up," Renee whispered, but her eyes were wide with fascination and unmistakable arousal.

Claudia finally broke. With a small, **** sound, she lunged toward me, climbing onto my lap. Her hands clutched at my shirt, her face a mask of conflicted emotions.

"Please," she begged, though it wasn't clear if she was begging for relief or for an explanation. "I don't understand why I feel this way. Who are you? Why... but I need… I need…"

I glanced over at Renee, expecting to see jealousy, but instead found her watching with rapt attention, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed. It struck me then how stupid it was to assume she'd be jealous. After all, she and Claudia had met on a BDSM message board and had been in an open relationship for almost a year. Sharing was part of their dynamic.

I was the one who struggled with jealousy, not them. I was still learning to be okay with the idea of Claudia being with someone else, even though I knew it was ridiculous. Why worry about jealousy when I literally owned both of them?

Having made my point, and wanting to save some fun for later, I decided to end the demonstration. "Claudia, remember everything and return to normal."

The change was immediate. The ****, confused lust in her eyes faded, replaced by recognition, then embarrassment, and finally delight. She remained on my lap, but her posture changed completely—from the tense, **** stranger to the familiar, confident woman I knew.

"Holy shit," she laughed, covering her face with her hands. "That was intense." She looked over at Renee. "Did you see that?! I had no idea who I was, who you were, nothing. But I wanted him so badly I couldn't think straight."

Renee nodded, clearly impressed. "That was… something else. Seriously." She looked at me with new respect.

Claudia climbed off my lap and flopped onto the couch next to Renee, fanning herself dramatically. "My brain feels like it's been through a washing machine. In a good way." She grinned at me. "I love when he does that to me. It's like… the ultimate surrender."

I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. Not just at the power I wielded, but at how much Claudia enjoyed it. And now Renee seemed equally intrigued. This weekend was definitely going to be interesting.