After helping her friend Kate get home safely, Annie headed straight to the apartment she shared with Louise. She let herself in and stormed into the living room, where she found Louise waiting.
Annie’s voice cracked like a whip: “What the fuck were you thinking when you sent those videos to Kate?”
Louise immediately dropped to her knees. “What video, Mistress?” she asked innocently.
“Don’t play games with me,” Annie snapped. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. And if you’re trying to recruit her into your little lesbian cult, it’s not going to work. Kate isn’t interested, no matter how many videos you send her.”
Louise hesitated, her eyes shimmering with guilt and longing. “I… I just sent her two videos. I was planning to send her a third one, but I didn't do it. Please forgive me, Mistress.”
Annie glared. “I am not in the mood for our Mistress/slave roleplay tonight. Just show me the third video—and let’s hope it’s not too gross.”
Obediently, Louise queued up the video on the large screen.
The same mysterious woman appeared again, wearing the familiar black bikini. This time, she wasn’t alone—she danced with a man. Slowly, sensually, as they moved together, the man began to change. His features softened. His body curved. By the end of the dance, he was no longer male, but a stunning woman. Then, the two women began to 69 on the warm sands of a glowing beach. As the camera panned out, dozens of other women appeared, entangled in a euphoric lesbian orgy under the sunset.
When the video ended, Annie insisted on watching it again. And again. As she watched, her body began to shift. She grew three inches taller, matching Louise's height. Her breasts expanded by two full cup sizes, pressing tightly against her shirt. But the most significant transformation wasn’t physical. Something inside her twisted. Until now, Annie had always been kind, gentle. She never interfered in other people’s choices. She just wanted to be a good friend and a supportive lover. But now… she felt a thirst for power and control. She looked down at Louise, who was still kneeling.
“You sent inappropriate videos to my best friend without my consent,” Annie said, her voice low and dangerous. “So now, you shall be punished.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Louise whimpered, more submissive than ever.
Annie grabbed Louise by the arm, pulled her over her lap, and spanked her. Hard. Again and again. Louise cried out, half in pain, half in ecstasy. Each strike echoed with the birth of something new in Annie. She was becoming the Mistress Louise had always dreamed of. Afterwards, with Louise quivering at her feet, Annie stood tall.
“Show me the rest of the videos,” she commanded.
Louise played the vieos, one by one. Annie watched them all. Louise unveiled all the secrets she knew about the Cult of Lesbos: the rituals, the transformations, the Goddess of Eternal Pleasure. Each video reshaped Annie's body and mind. She grew again. Her already large breasts expanded to E-cup. Her clothes changed: her soft hoodie and jeans shredded into nothing, replaced by glossy black leather, high boots, a steel-boned corset, and gloves that clung to her fingers like a second skin.
When the final video ended, Annie was no more.
Standing in her place was Mistress Tyranny—six feet tall, exuding dominance and raw sexual power. Her eyes gleamed with determination. Her voice was velvet and steel.
And like her faithful slave Louise, she was now a devoted servant of the Cult of Lesbos—eager to spread its message, and convert other people to the cult, whethet they like it or not.