Corrine hummed as she put all the cleaning supplies next to the front door. She'd been deep cleaning Mark's apartment this morning as he'd gone to help a friend with something.  Since they were leaving either tomorrow or the next day to start the cross country drive, she didn't begrudge him helping a friend while she finished cleaning the apartment. Frankly, it was nice to be able to clean without him around.

 

All they would have to do before they left was pack away the air mattress, their suitcases, and do minor cleaning of bathroom and kitchen and they'd be ready to drop everything off at the office and go.

 

She stretched and walked back into the bedroom, taking in the air mattress and suitcases, and a small box next to the bed. Nothing they couldn't handle.

 

She picked up her phone and texted Mark. *Done cleaning, probably going to read while waiting for you. No rush. 🙂*

 

She got a thumbs up emoji in response, and chuckled as she contemplated what she wanted to read on her app.

 

Her phone buzzed again, and she glanced at it and frowned as the sender of the text message was "MSTR Inc."  She opened it, curious.

 

 

She stilled, her brain shifting. *By Hypnos' Command,* she texted back, dropping the phone on the bed and picking up the small box to take into in the bathroom. She opened it and then jumped into the shower for a quick wash. Done with that, she dried off and pulled her dark hair into a high ponytail, then pulled the clothing out of the box.

 

Black lace panties and a shirt that said Henchwench on it, tight enough the words stretched over her breasts. She hummed happily at her appearance before pulling out her henchwench necklace and two metal wrist cuffs, putting them all on. Finally, she grabbed the two cushions in the box and took them into the living room, placing them on the floor before she knelt on one of them, knees spread, palms upward on her thighs, back straight. She stared straight ahead, her inspection mantra running through her mind.

 

 

She didn't know how long she waited before the door opened. A man and a woman walked in, shutting the door behind them. The woman stopped when she saw Cori waiting. "Oh."

 

The man looked and smiled. "Remember, Kitten, you knew she would be here."

 

"Yes, but, not...." she gestured to Cori.

 

"Not what? Waiting for inspection like an obedient doll?" The man asked. He seemed familiar, as did the woman, but Cori couldn't bring any names to mind other than what she heard.

 

Kitten nodded. "Yeah."

 

The man smiled, pushing a lock of hair behind Kitten's ear as he handed her the brown paper bag he was carrying before leaning in and murmuring into her ear.

 

Kittens face went blank, her eyes glazing, and she nodded. "Kitten obeys, Master," she murmured before walking further into the apartment, bag in hand.

 

The man smiled and looked at Cori. "Mark said you'd be waiting when we got here, but I'd forgotten how good you look on your knees, Cori."  He walked around her, stopping in front of her, behind the other cushion, and snapped his fingers three times in quick succession. "Who am I?" he asked.

 

Cori blinked. "Sir David, Master Mark's friend, and for today, from the time you trigger me until the clock strikes six, my secondary Master, within Master Mark's limits."

 

"Good girl," he said. "Master Mark should be here soon. I know he had to pick up some toys," he added with a grin. "But we can still have some fun until then."

 

He looked up and smiled, stepping back as Kitten came back into the room, kneeling onto the cushion in the same position as Cori. Cori took in that she was also wearing black lace panties and a black t-shirt, though this one said Master's Kitten on it.  She had the same wrist cuffs, but also a wire headband in the shape of cat ears on top of her dark hair, also in a pony tail.

 

"Such delicious girls," Sir said. "Nearly identical, Kitten and Cori. Identically obedient too, aren't you girls?"

 

"Yes, Master."

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

He smiled at them.  "Good.  Now watch each other's eyes. See how you both can't look away from each other," he said, his voice dropping into a cadence Cori's mind recognized, easily following his words, staring into Kitten's dark eyes. "That's it," he said. "You can't look away, can't resist. Kitten knows she's going under, can't resist dropping into trance at my command. Cori can't help it either, my voice and Kitten's lead taking her deeper."

 

Cori found herself blinking, her mind fogging, trance sliding upward to take her down.

 

"That's it. Such obedient girls, no need to think, just drop and obey. Master and Sir commands, and you must obey."

 

"Master commands and I must obey," Kitten said.

 

"Sir commands and I must obey," Cori added.

 

"Good girls, you can't stop looking away, can't stop going deeper, can't stop obeying. Down, down, deeper."  Cori couldn't look away from Kitten, who was barely keeping her eyes open, Cori's eyes reacting as well. She was so close but Kitten wasn't there.

 

Sir moved forward, passing a hand over each girl's face.  "Sleep, deep and obedient, until Master or Sir wakes you."

 

Cori happily dropped into obedient trance.

 

 

David grinned as he looked at the two entranced women on their knees in front of him. He had been surprised when Mark had approached him about a mutual scene before he left the state to move in with Corrine, but after taking with Kathryn, they had agreed. It wasn't as if the four of them hadn't played before, in various configurations, at the local dungeon here or at the various hypnocons they'd all attended. He'd been Sir to Cori multiple times, same as Mark had been Sir to Kitten. All mutually agreed upon scenes and parameters.

 

He circled the girls, admiring them.  Two women obediently in trance at his doing was a turn on, always would be.

 

He made a mental note to travel to where Mark and Corrine would be living more often, since it was easier to get to. Hypnocons were all well and good, but there was something to be said for scenes like this in a private setting.

 

The door opened and Mark came in with a few boxes. He kicked the door shut behind him then stopped as he saw the two entranced women kneeling before each other. "Fuck, that's hot."

 

"It is indeed," David agreed as he walked over to take one of the boxes. "Cori was waiting on her knees as you said she would be, clearly primed for trance, when we walked in.  Kitten was surprised by the pose but as you said, seeing Cori like this dropped her a bit and she had no hesitation when triggered to join her. And it was so delicious to see both of them slide into trance at my command."

 

"I bet," Mark replied, moving to the bedroom that wasn't in use. "Help me get this set up for the scenario."

 

"You got it."

 

Once they had the equipment set up, they went back to the living room. Mark moved to Kitten, snapping his fingers three times in quick succession.  "Kitten, who am I?" he demanded.

 

Kitten opened her eyes, blinking until they focused on Mark.  "Sir Mark, Master David's friend, and my secondary master from the time you trigger me until the clock strikes six."

 

"Good girl. You may drop back into trance now."

 

Kitten's eyes closed, and Mark turned back to David. "We are so lucky we both found compatible partners."

 

"Who even like each other," David agreed.

 

"Shall we get them into position?"

 

"Oh yes."

 

 

Cori opened her eyes, blinking against the flickering candle light. She shifted, but she was held fast, wrists bound in front of her, ankles behind. She couldn't rise, but she could move a bit.

 

The room was dark, and she had no idea how she had got there. She had vague memories of someone entering her apartment, but then nothing else until now.

 

She looked down at herself. She was in a very loose green shift, hair down, and her wrists were in metal cuffs joined to each other. She could feel that she was still wearing panties, but that was it.  A soft hum sounded in the background, something mechanical maybe.

 

She looked to her right as something moved, and she saw a dark haired woman kneeling a few feet away next to her, dressed identically, down to the cuffs and ankle restraints. "Where am I?" she muttered.

 

"I don't know," Cori replied. The woman jumped and looked at Cori, then at herself, and then slumped.

 

"They found me," she whispered, sounding heartbroken. "I thought I had escaped."

 

"Who found you?" Cori asked.

 

"The priests of Hypnos, I was promised to him by my family. I thought I could escape by running away."

 

"I've never heard of Hypnos, or his priests, so why am I here?"

 

"They know who makes a good sacrifice to Hypnos. They wouldn't have taken you if they didn't think you were."

 

"Sacrifice? Human sacrifice?"

 

The other woman laughed. "Nothing so quick," she said. "Hypnos will take our minds and leave us in an agreeable state to the sexual needs of him and his priests, so he can be glorified through our surrenders."

 

Cori shifted. That sounded remarkably like some of the stories she'd read online over the years. "How do we get out of here?" she asked, studying the wrist cuffs. If she could get out of them, and get her ankles undone....

 

"We can't," the other woman said. "Once they have us in the mind chamber, we won't be able to leave."

 

"I can't accept that, and clearly you couldn't if you ran away from home."  She turned her hands, trying to see how the cuffs connected.

 

"It's too late. They've started the process.  No woman has ever escaped the mind chamber of Hypnos."

 

The woman's absolute conviction came through her voice, and it resonated with something in Cori, but she couldn't let herself give up.

 

"How do you know that? They wouldn't admit it if one had."

 

The woman shook her head. "My family has been part of this cult for generations. They made sure I would be ready for the mind chamber, I can hear the priests whispering to us now."  She closed her eyes. "Obedience is pleasure. Surrender to Hypnos.  Obey Hypnos. Obedience is pleasure."

 

"Surrender to Hypnos. Obey Hypnos. Obedience is pleasure," Cori found herself whispering along its the other woman.  The mechanical hum she had been hearing sharpened into a low level woman's voice, saying the same phrases.

 

"No," she said, shaking her head, "we can't give in.  Not to some cult leader who is probably just some loser who can't get laid without this elaborate setup."

 

The woman looked at her, shocked.  Then again, if she'd been raised in the cult, hearing someone challenge the leader would be shocking.

 

The hum seemed to get louder, words clearer, and the walls around them flickered before spirals filled them, all colors and sizes and moving around, ensuring they were always in view.  A glance above and below showed they were on the ceiling and the floor as well.

 

The woman next to her gasped.  "No," she muttered.  "No, please, I tried to get away."  She shifted, but then stilled, focused on the floor, blinking slowing.  "Surrender to Hypnos. Obey Hypnos. Obedience is pleasure. Surrender to Hypnos. Obey Hypnos. Obedience is pleasure."

 

Cori shuddered as the other woman's murmurs, along with the woman's voice in the background, started infiltrating her mind again.  "Obey Hypnos. Obedience is pleasure. Surrender to Hypnos. Obey Hypnos. Obedience is pleasure. Surrender to Hypnos. Obey Hypnos. Obedience is pleasure."

 

Her eyes locked onto a green spiral on the far wall, watching it turn even as it moved around the wall, interacting with other spirals, but her eyes stayed on that one, her shoulders slumping as she watched, hands still in her lap, as she kept repeating over and over.  "Surrender to Hypnos. Obey Hypnos. Obedience is pleasure."

 

Something light began stroking her bare arms, but she barely registered it, caught in the spiral and speaking the words.  The words stopped, and she stayed staring at the spiral, feeling the objects still stroking her arms, and then the audio started again, this time with different, but no less compelling, words.

 

"I am Hypnos' servant.  I obey Hypnos.  I obey the Master sent by Hypnos.  I obey the Sir sent by Hypnos.  I am Hypnos' servant.  I am Master's servant.  I am Sir's servant.  I obey Hypnos.  I obey Master.  I obey Sir.  Obedience is pleasure.  Pleasure is obedience.  I am Hypnos' servant.  I obey Hypnos."

 

She didn't question how she knew the words, she kept reciting them aloud, her mind knowing the other woman was reciting them as well.  Obeying them as well.  They were Hypnos' servant.  They were Master's servant.  They were Sir's servant. 

 

They obeyed.

 

They obeyed.

 

"That's it," a voice said behind her, smoothly sliding into between her obedient recitation.  The hands that had been stroking her arms slid up to gently massage her shoulders.  "You are Hypnos' obedient servant.  You are Master's obedient servant.  You are Sir's obedient servant."  The hands moved up to her neck, causing shivers to run down her spine as she relaxed more, but she never stopped speaking.

 

"Good obedient servant," the voice behind her said.  "You can go deeper, surrender more, obey more.  Obey Sir, Obey Master, Obey Hypnos."

 

Her eyes never moved from the green spiral on the wall, her body only reacted to the stimuli, her mouth kept reciting the words she could barely hear, but knew were true.

 

"I am Hypnos' servant.  I obey Hypnos.  I obey the Master sent by Hypnos.  I obey the Sir sent by Hypnos.  I am Hypnos' servant.  I am Master's servant.  I am Sir's servant.  I obey Hypnos.  I obey Master.  I obey Sir.  Obedience is pleasure.  Pleasure is obedience.  I am Hypnos' servant.  I obey Hypnos."

 

Hands moved from her neck over her shoulders to slide down to her breasts.  The woman in the background changed what she was saying, but again, she knew the words before they came out of her mouth.  She didn't care how.

 

"Obedience is pleasure.  I am a vessel for Hypnos' pleasure.  I am a vessel for Master's pleasure.  I am a vessel for Sir's pleasure.  My pleasure is in my obedience."

 

The hands pinched her nipples, soothed the ache, stroked more as she kept speaking.  One hand slid down to rub over her panties, and though she gasped a little, she kept speaking.

 

"So wonderfully, obedient," the voice said in her ear. "So primed to be a vessel for pleasure."

 

"I am Hypnos' servant.  I obey Hypnos.  I obey the Master sent by Hypnos.  I obey the Sir sent by Hypnos.  I am Hypnos' servant.  I am Master's servant.  I am Sir's servant.  I obey Hypnos.  I obey Master.  I obey Sir.  Obedience is pleasure.  Pleasure is obedience.  I am Hypnos' servant.  I obey Hypnos."

 

The audio stopped, and she stopped speaking, staring at the wall, at the spiral.  The hands withdrew from her body, and someone stepped in front of her, blocking the spiral, but she still saw it in her mind's eyes.  A hand lifted her chin, so she saw the person in front of her.  Black pants, bare chest with a spiral medallion, and eyes staring into hers.  "Who are you?" He asked.

 

"Hypnos' servant.  Master's servant.  Sir's servant."

 

"Very good, Doll," he replied.  "Who am I?"

 

"Master," she said automatically, a little sigh in her voice as she realized obeying him was right.

 

"Excellent.  And who is he?"  Master gently turned her head to show her another man, same outfit, talking to the other woman.

 

"Sir," she replied.

 

"Who do you obey?"

 

"I obey Hypnos.  I obey Master.  I obey Sir."

 

Master waved a hand, said a word she didn't recall, and suddenly her arms and legs were no longer bound.  "Pleasure your sister in Hypnos, but do not come until Sir or I command you."

 

"By Hypnos' command," she replied, crawling towards the other woman, who was also crawling to her.  They reached for each other, kissing, rubbing hands over breasts and panties, humping hands, trying to please the other without coming.

 

Someone knelt behind her.  "Look at you," the voice said. Sir, not Master.  "So deep, so obedient.  You can't come without command, but you can't stop the pleasure you're giving this sister in Hypnos, or that she's giving you."  He stroked her hair, tugging gently at it, making her cry out.  "Deep, obedient, docile," he said.  After a few more minutes, as she whimpered against her order not to come, while doing her best to make the other woman come, Sir spoke again.  "Stop."

 

She stopped, as did the other woman.  Sir pulled her back gently.  "Look at Kitten, Doll, see what you have done to her."

 

Doll looked, seeing Kitten, lips swollen, eyes dark and hungry, looking almost as desperate as Doll felt, Master whispering into Kitten's ear. 

 

As she watched, Master reached down and pulled Kitten's shift up, over her arms and head, leaving her in just her panties.  Her nipples were hard, and she was obviously as wet as Doll felt.  Sír reached down and grabbed her shift, removing it, leaving her as open to Kitten and Master's gaze as Kitten was to her and Sir.

 

"Who are you?" Sir asked.

 

"I am Hypno's servant.  I am Master's servant.  I am Sir's servant."

 

"Good girl," he said, stroking a finger over her nipple.  "Close your eyes, see your spiral, and drift in your obedience."

 

She closed her eyes, the green spiral dancing in her mind.  She drifted, not really paying attention as she was moved, as her panties were cut off, as something hard was slipped inside her.

 

"Open your eyes," Sir said.  She did, seeing that she was kneeling in front of a mirror, only able to see from her breasts up.  "You cannot come without command of Master or Sir," he repeated.  "You cannot close your eyes or look away from your reflection.  From your deep, obedient self, lost in your surrender to Hypnos, to Master, to Sir."  He did something, and the vibrator inside her sprang to life, vibrating against her clit, her walls, the arousal and need that had calmed down springing to life again as she watched her reflection, Sir behind her.

 

She was locked into watching her face, the desperation in her eyes as Sir adjusted the vibrator, bringing her down and taking her back up. She panted, moaning, ignoring everything but her reflection and what Sir was doing to her. She was desperate to come, but she was Hypnos' servant, Master's servant, Sir's servant.  She obeyed.

 

"Yes, you are my servant, so deep, docile and obedient.  You are Hypnos' servant, submissive and a vessel for his pleasure," Sir whispered. He increased the vibrations and leaned in, pinching her nipple with his free hand. "I command you to come."

 

"By Hypnos' command," she gasped, coming hard, watching herself submit to his command, lost in orgasm, in submission.

 

As she wound down, the vibrator stopped, and she knelt there, panting, still watching herself in the mirror. Sir stroked her hair back. "Beautifully submissive," he said, before leaning in and saying something else that had her eyes closing and her mind going dark.

 

 

Mark watched as Cori dropped into trance at David's command. Kitten was deep as well, after her orgasm at his orders. He stroked her hair, murmuring praise, before he and David switched to clean up their respective partners.

 

"I see why we took so long to set this up," David said as he stoked Kitten's hair. "How do you come up with these scenes?"

 

"Cori and I have had discussions that she doesn't remember about scenes, ideas, commands, stuff like that."  He cupped Cori's breast, watching for a response but she was so deep that it probably barely registered.  "She mentioned a particular 80s movie that was a bit of a hypnotic awakening for her and my mind started planning years ago, we just needed a couple that could also participate to make it closer to what I envisioned."

 

"Well, I'm glad that Kitten and I tend to leave scene triggers available for a review session afterward. Because I think I'm going to want to keep this for us.  After all, Hypnos won't want to get rid of his docile deep submissive servants."

 

"Oh, Cori and I will do the same, to see if she wants to keep this scene. Perhaps if we both do, the next Hypnocons could be very enjoyable. Living art gallery of Hypnos' priests and their servants, reciting mantras for the people. Before being rewarded in private."

 

David grinned. "Oh yes, that is a great idea."  He looked down at Kitten.  "We should continue. Don't you leave tomorrow?"

 

"I technically have the apartment until Monday, I figured we might need Sunday for recovery after this session, with how deep we would have the girls."

 

"Good. I know I'd planned to use tomorrow as a recovery day as well."  He shifted, reaching out to bring Kitten's head up so she would be staring into his eyes when she opened them.

 

Mark did the same, shifting to the persona he had adopted, a priest of Hypnos', with his devoted servant at his command to worship the god with sexual energy.

 

And Cori was so very wonderful to worship with.

 

 

Kitten opened her eyes at the command of her Master, staring into his eyes, awaiting his orders. She was Hypnos' servant, obedient and submissive to her Master and her Sir. Sir had controlled her to the edge of her own control, but now Master was back, and she obeyed.

 

"You have been rewarded with pleasure for surrendering to Hypnos, for obeying Sir.  Now you will thank your Master for the privilege," he told her. "For your Master finding you,  bringing you back to Hypnos' embrace, his service, under his command.  Servant of Hypnos, pleasure your Master to please Hypnos."

 

Kitten didn't hesitate. "By Hypnos' Command," she said, reaching up to pull down his slacks, his cock springing free. She sat up further on her knees, hands wrapping around the base as she sucked him into her mouth, her focus narrowing to her master's cock, his feel, his taste, the noises he was making.  He was Master, she obeyed.

 

"Stop," Sir's voice rang out, and she stopped, freezing in place, whimpering as Master withdrew from her mouth. Then Sir was there, his cock in her face, and he spoke. "Servants of Hypnos will pleasure their Sirs."

 

Eagerly, she leaned in, grabbing his cock ad sucking it in, wanting to pleasure her Sir, be obedient to him, to Hypnos.  She was a vessel for his pleasure. Obedience was pleasure.

 

"Stop," Master called out. She froze, and again Sir's cock was pulled from her mouth. Master reappeared. "Servants of Hypnos will pleasure their Masters."

 

She took Master into her mouth again, trying to bring him to pleasure, feeling herself becoming more obedient in her own pleasure, in knowing she was pleasing Master.

 

"Stop," Sir called again, and she whined, feeling that she had been so close in pleasing Master. But Master and Sir switched, and once again she sank into their control as she was ordered to please Sir.

 

Kitten floated in pleasurable obedience, as Master and Sir switched back and forth. She didn't know who was who anymore, just that she felt better with a cock in her mouth, pleasing one of them. Pleasing Master pleased Sir. Pleasing Sir pleased Master. Pleasing Sir and Master pleased Hypnos.

 

The fingers in her hair tightened and the cock in her mouth came down her throat, Hypnos shouting as she swallowed. She kept swallowing until ordered to stop, hips moving as she sought release that she knew she wouldn't get, but it didn't matter. Her pleasure was in her obedience.

 

A light tug on her hair had her concentration narrowed to the voice in her ear. "Kitten will rest and prepare for the Sacrifice."

 

"By Hypnos' command," she murmured, eyes closing as she sank into deep trance.

 

 

Doll opened her eyes at an order from Master. In front of her was the upside down face of Kitten, both women staring into each others eyes.  Kitten looked like she was still in as much of a trance as Doll was, if Doll thought if such things. Instead, Doll kept staring into Kitten's eyes, Kitten staring back, both of them on their backs. Doll's hands were over her body, held by the cuffs. She couldn't move. She didn't want to move. She'd knew she'd been ordered to stay still, and she was obedient.

 

A hand stroked from between her breasts to her mound. "What are you?" Voices asked.

 

"I am a Servant of Hypnos," she and Kitten said at the same time.

 

"A servant of Hypnos obeys who?"

 

"Hypnos. Master. Sir." They said again in unison.

 

Her hips thrust involuntarily as a hot cock slid into her. "Who am I?" The voices asked.

 

"Hypnos," the two entranced minds provided.

 

"Very good. You have become a vessel for Hypnos' pleasure. You obey Hypnos. You only come at Hypnos' command." Hypnos kept thrusting into her, causing her to move a bit, Kitten moving in the same way as Hypnos thrust into her. "Tell each other," Hypnos ordered.

 

Doll kept looking into Kitten's eyes. "We have become a vessel for Hypnos' pleasure. We obey Hypnos. We only come at Hypnos' command."  Hypnos kept thrusting into her, taking her deep, her arousal spiking but also subsumed into her obedience to Hypnos.

 

"Keep telling each other. Don't stop until commanded."

 

Immediately they obeyed. "We have become a vessel for Hypnos' pleasure. We obey Hypnos. We only come at Hypnos' command.  We have become a vessel for Hypnos' pleasure. We obey Hypnos. We only come at Hypnos' command."  Over and over they repeated their commands, even as Hypnos fucked them both, as he played with their breasts, their clits, their minds.  They were a vessel for Hypnos' pleasure, they obeyed him.

 

Hypnos groaned and came inside them, spiking their arousal as pleasing him, being a vessel for his pleasure. He groaned again, and their arousal spiked again, pleasing him, being a good vessel. "We have become a vessel for Hypnos' pleasure. We obey Hypnos. We only come at Hypnos' command."

 

"By Hypnos' command, come," he ordered, and they convulsed, eyes rolling back, gasping out their orders as the pleasure overwhelmed them, unable to hold anything back from his order.

 

"By Hypnos' command, come," he said again, and they did, whining, shaking, nothing but the pleasure he had ordered for them.

 

"We have become a vessel for Hypnos' pleasure. We obey Hypnos. We only come at Hypnos' command." they kept saying as they felt the pleasure retreat into a glow.

 

"My Servants can stop speaking." 

 

They fell obediently silent.

 

He slid out of them, replacing his cock with his hand, playing with their clit as he leaned in and spoke in their ear. "My good, obedient, docile vessel. You have pleased Hypnos. You have pleased your Master. You have pleased your Sir. You have obeyed every command. You will obey one more. When I say 'Hypnos commands you', you will look at each other. You will count down from ten to one. When you both reach one, you will come, and when you are done, you will close your eyes and drift into trance. Do you understand?"

 

"By Hypnos' command," they said, watching each other.

 

"Hypnos commands you."

 

"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven."

 

Their hips were moving against Hypnos' hand, eagerly seeking the promised obedient pleasure.

 

"Six. Five. Four."

 

They kept their eyes on themselves, watching, waiting, counting.

 

"Three. Two."

 

They couldn't stop if they had wanted to.

 

"One."

 

They came, staring at each other, crying out and grinding against the hand that kept them coming, until their body was slack in the afterglow of pleasure, and their eyes obediently slid shut as they drifted into trance.

 

 

Corrine heard six chimes of a bell, and frowned, burrowing more into the body next to her. A familiar chucked sounded, and a more familiar voice praised her, how good she'd been, how well she had done, how she could take as much time as she needed to wake.

 

She didn't know how long she drifted, listening to the voice, staying in the comforting darkness. She was tired. She wanted to stay deep, to bask, to put herself in order from whatever it was that she couldn't quite remember, but knew it had been important.

 

She heard another voice speaking, then the first. Eventually, the need to stretch overwhelmed her, so she did, opening her eyes. She lay on an air mattress in Mark's arms, as he watched her with a bemused expression. A few feet away, on another air mattress lay David and Kathryn, talking softly to each other.

 

"Welcome back," Mark said, handing her a bottle of juice. She drank it down eagerly before looking at her fiancé.

 

"Holy shit," she said, shaking her head.  "That was probably more intense than our last scene.  I love you, but we might have to take a break from these intense scenes for a while."

 

Mark chuckled.  "Well, I don't have any planned for a while.  But I take it you liked it?"

 

"Yes, but wow."

 

Kathryn laughed.  "Agreed.  That was intense for me as well.  How long did you have this planned?"

 

"At least six months," David said.  "Once we knew Mark was officially moving, and you and I and they had discussed doing a final scene together, we started working on the triggers and everything, so they would be buried deep."

 

"And before you ask," Mark said, "any time someone came in you, it was your own partner. Just for safety sake."

 

Corrine nodded, glad for that. David was nice, but she had her boundaries as Mark knew.  That being one of them.

 

"I take it having a Master and a Sir wasn't an issue?" Mark asked.

 

Kathryn snorted. "Like I could think of it as an issue. You," she poked David's nose with a finger, "made sure of that. Though I do appreciate the time limits."

 

"Yeah. Master, Sir, Hypnos, it was all the same," Corrine said. "I was an obedient vessel, once I was hypnotized."

 

"Same. Even if I didn't want to be due to the set up. Escaped cult member, and all."

 

"I'm guessing during set up we were both primed to lose, so we wouldn't panic too much."

 

"Exactly," David said. "Didn't want Kathryn panicking too much at being 'caught' that the scene couldn't happen."

 

"And I'm betting," Kathryn said, "I might be Hypnos' obedient vessel again."

 

Both men grinned at that, but didn't say anything. Corrine and Kathryn exchanged a look, both women knowing their partners would definitely have this happen again.

 

Not that either of them were complaining about it. They wouldn't be with their partners if they didn't enjoy these scenarios.

 

"Dinner should be here in an hour," Mark said, putting down his phone that Corrine hadn't realized he'd picked up. "Figured none of us wanted to cook."

 

"I can still barely move," Corrine said. "I'd be dangerous at a stove."

 

"Same. I've already served Hypnos. He needs to feed me real food now," Kathryn added.

 

Both men laughed. "Hypnos will reward his obedient vessels," David said.

 

"So they can obey him again," Mark added.

 

Corrine and Kathryn grinned at each other, then turned to their partners. "By Hypnos' command."