First they heard a voice from the marble staircase above:
“Kate ! Stella ! You look marvelous.”
They looked up. Annie/Mistress Tyranny stood at the top of the stairs, her presence commanding. She was stunning. Taller than either of them remembered. Her curves were emphasized by a tight-fitting corset and high-heeled boots. Her black leather pants clung to her like a second skin. Her long, dark hair was perfectly styled, and her eyes shimmered with smoky makeup. Her bare shoulders and long neck glistened with scented oil, and around her throat was a choker bearing a symbol: two interlocked Venus signs. But most striking of all was the aura she gave off: one of power, of control. She wasn’t the same woman they had once known. She was now Mistress Tyranny, and she invited Kate and Stella to sit down at the dinner table as she was climbing down the stairs.
Kate and Stella exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the transformation. For some reason, they felt compelled to obey Mistress Tyranny's invitation.
"Wow," said Kate, taking a seat. "Annie, you look... amazing. Different. Taller?"
Mistress Tyranny smirked. “Six feet, exactly. The heels help. But the rest… well, let’s just say the Cult of Lesbos brings out your true self.”
Stella blinked. “So… it’s real then. The dreams, the changes, the island…”
“It’s more than real,” Mistress Tyranny said. “It’s divine.”
Mistress Tyranny also sat, on a chair that looked like a throne. Her two human/animal pets Kitty and Doggy laid at her feet.
Kate was almost afraid to ask: "Are those two our friends, David and Patrick ?"
Mistress Tyranny acknowledged: "They were our friends. Now they are my pets, Doggy and Kitty. The Cult made them better persons."
Kate questionned the last statement: "Patrick was a brilliant philosopher. And David a talented painter ! How could this be an improvement ?"
Mistress Tyranny simply ordered: "Kitty, assume your human personnality and explain your situation to our guests"
Kitty lifted her head at Mistress Tyranny’s command. Her animalistic manner shifted. Slowly, gracefully, she rose to stand on two legs. Despite her feline features (the fur along her spine, the long swaying tail, the car ears that twitched slightly with each sound), when she spoke, her voice was calm and measured, almost a human voice, but still carrying something wild beneath.
“Yes, I was once Patrick. A philosopher, as you say. I spent years trying to understand the world through reason. I searched for meaning in logic, in dialectic, in academic traditions built almost entirely by men. But even if I had never spoken about it, I knew something was missing. The more I studied, the more I realized that reason alone cannot explain the truth of desire… of surrender… of the sacred feminity. And by watching a few videos, I learned more about the Truth than by reading hundreds of books.”
She stepped closer to the table, bare feet silent on the marble floor.
“In those videos, I found something I never found in Plato, or Kant, or Hegel. I found truth not as something to master, but as something to submit to. I stopped asking how to control the world and began learning how to belong to it. Then my true self emerged. I truely am Kitty the lesbian catgirl. I submitted to my Mistress and became her pet. I fell more pleasure when Doggy rubs her breasts on mine than everything I experienced as a man.”
Kitty turned to Mistress Tyranny and bowed her head reverently.
“I chose this form. I chose this life. Not as degradation, but as a return to instinct. To the female body. To the Sacred Truth taught by the Cult of Lesbos.”
Then the human personality vanished and she resumed being a good cat. She knelt again at her Mistress’s feet, tail curling beside her, purring softly.
Louise approached silently with a tray of wine. She poured three glasses without making eye contact and stood back, hands clasped demurely behind her back.
Stella frowned. “Is she… your slave too?”
“She’s perfect,” Mistress Tyranny said, gently running her fingers down Louise’s cheek. Louise shivered at the touch, her expression one of blissful obedience. “She’s never been happier. Isn’t that right, Louise?”
“Oui, Madame,” Louise whispered.
Kate sipped her wine, feeling a strange heat growing inside her. “Annie… why is she serving us?”
Mistress Tyranny chuckled, then leaned forward slightly. “Because she wants to. The Cult gave her what she always desired: purpose, submission, pleasure. It can do the same for you.”
Kate’s eyes narrowed slightly. “We’ve already changed. We’ve both had the dreams. We’ve watched all four videos. We’ve lost our jobs because of it. I think we’re in deep enough.”
“Not quite,” Mistress Tyranny said, her voice velvet and steel. “You’ve been touched by the Cult. But you haven’t been claimed.”
Stella shifted uncomfortably. “Claimed?”
Mistress Tyranny stood, walking slowly around the table. “You still think you’re in control of your desires. That you can choose how far you can go. But the Cult doesn’t ask for part of you. It asks for everything. Your past. Your resistance. Your name. Your pride. Your submission. Only then will you be truly free.”
Kate glanced at Stella. “This sounds more like… indoctrination than liberation.”
“Isn’t that what they said about every revolution?” Mistress Tyranny whispered as she stood behind Stella, her hands resting lightly on her shoulders. “And yet... revolutions change the world. Our revolution will remake the world into a paradise for lesbian love. Isn't that what you want ?”
Stella shivered at the touch.
“You’re both halfway there. You’re lesbian lovers now. You’ve accepted your bodies. You’ve rejected the world that rejected you. But inside, there’s still a voice holding you back. A voice that tells you to stop. A voice that fears surrender.”
Louise stepped forward and knelt at Mistress Tyranny’s side, her head resting against her thigh.
“And I’m here,” Mistress Tyranny continued, “to silence that voice. To help you step fully into who you were meant to be.”
Kate shook her head, but her heart was pounding. “Annie… you’re talking like a cult leader.”
Mistress Tyranny smiled. “Indeed. And the New Lesbos island is waiting for you. But to get there, you must give yourselves to me and to the Cult.”
She walked back to her seat, slowly sipping her wine.
“I won’t force you,” she added casually. “The next step must be yours. But understand this: you haven’t reached the end. You’re still in the maze. I’m offering you the key.”
There was a long silence. Kate and Stella sat with their untouched food, the aroma of roasted vegetables and spices filling the air. Louise remained kneeling by Mistress Tyranny’s side, smiling contentedly.
Finally, Stella looked up and asked: “What happens if we say yes?”
Mistress Tyranny’s smile widened: “Then I’ll show you the Fifth Video.”