Rewind your mind

"It's not a cult," Claire protested.

"It is, it's a big lesbian cult that you've been sucked into," I said, "You and Janet and Kim you're all just big dykes brainwashed by this exercise program."

"Just because we're making our lives better doesn't mean it's a cult," Claire said annoyed with me. 

I rolled my eyes, "Prove it then, put this camera somewhere at your next meeting and record everything. Bring it back to me and I'll see if it's a cult or just a ladies self-help group like you say it is."

"You could come you know," Claire said.

I laughed, "Nope, that's how they get you. Then I'll end up a lesbian cult member like you."

"Fine, you'll see there's nothing fishy going on," Claire said grabbing the camera from me.

Two days later she handed it back, "There you go. Now you'll see that it's just an ordinary self-help group."

"Of brainwashed lesbians," I said taking out the SD card and pocketing it.

I had a busy day of chores so it was night by the time that I got home to actually watch the video. Inserting the card into my computer I sent the feed to my TV so I could watch from the comfort of the living room. The video started with shaky camera movement as Claire tried to position it somewhere out of the way and unseen. 

Then the YWCA meeting room began to fill up with young women, including our mutual friends Kim and Janet. Everyone sat in chairs facing the front of the room where a podium stood. For a few moments nobody was at the podium then an elegant slender woman approached. She wore expensive looking jewelry, and a long red dress that went to her ankles with a plunging neckline that was way too sexy for the small town YWCA.

"Thank you for coming. I see some of you brought friends, thank you and welcome new people. I am Jessica, and I am the guide here," she said. She had a nice voice, kind of sexy in the way that older women could be. 

"Some of you are probably a little unsure of what this is, your friends maybe were vague. That's natural as when said aloud our female empowerment can seem threatening to some, especially the male patriarchy. They fear a woman's power," she said.

I rolled my eyes. I was as feminist as fuck, but didn't see the point in having 'girl power' talks in the YWCA. How was any of this anything worth attending on a twice a week basis? I wanted to skip forwards, but decided against it.

I leaned forward, noticing something odd with the picture. The woman, Jessica, wore a necklace of some kind. Like a big ruby jewel that seemed to shine weirdly in a way that didn't make sense for the light in the room. It was almost as if it was pulsating in a steady pattern, and then there was the hum that I had just started to notice from the TV a low throbbing that seemed to match the pulses from the jewel.

"For too long women were divided, letting men control them," Jessica said, "forgetting their desire to be with their sisters, their own kind. Men were right in one thing, women want to serve. They need to obey, it is just that they should obey other women and not men. It is just that they need to obey me. Obey me."

This was getting weird, but remarkably not one of the women stood up in protest. It was crowd psychology, I guessed, nobody wanted to be the first to storm out so they all remained seated. I wanted to see how far they'd let this woman push her craziness so I stayed seated. The idea of this very hot, but somewhat insane, woman controlling my friends was arousing. I felt my panties wet a little, and slipped a hand into them to rub myself a little as I watched.

"Obedience binds your mind, obeying makes you want to obey more. Undress now, removing all but your panties my slaves," she said in a commanding voice. The screen seemed to shimmer with the glow from the jewel and my sub-woofer poured the low deep thrum from the video into my living room.

I was amazed to see the women stand in unison and begin to undress. To play along at home I too undressed, but of course I was in private not in a YWCA meeting room. Obeying made me wish I could obey more.

She smiled, and for the first time seemed to look directly into the camera, "And you at home, Heather. Your friends told me so much about you, how your boyfriend doesn't satisfy you. How you are unhappy with your job. You crave this submission, you want me. You need me. Say it now."

"I need you," I heard a voice say. It didn't come from the TV, so I was not sure where it came from. 

The woman seemed to smile at me, "Unlock your door and text Claire that you are ready. Then sleep."

I opened my eyes to see Claire kneeling in my living room. Confused I sat up, still naked save for my panties, which were soaking. Then I saw her, the woman from the video standing in front of my television. She smiled at me, and gestured to the floor in front of her next to Claire.

I knelt at her feet. Her ruby glowed, sending waves of a calm blankness through my body. The thrum was there too, so much deeper in person.

"Such a good girl, curious and cautious. You'll make a fine new pet," she cooed.

"Yes Goddess," I said, not knowing why but knowing only that it was the exact right thing to say.