The two women knelt, facing each other, on either side of a table.  Their hands rested on their thighs, one covered in blue denim, the other in gray cotton, and their eyes focused on the screens in front of them, tablets propped up for easy viewing.  Words flashed across the screen, each woman repeating them out loud.  

"Deeper, floating, down."

"No thoughts, no mind, no will."

"Deeper with each breath, each word you hear, each word you say."

"You don't need to think, just read and listen, and go deeper."

"Deeper."

"Deeper."

Their voices were breathy, faces slack as they watched the screen.  Half-lidded eyes read the words, letting them into both the mind of the woman saying them and the woman hearing them.

"The deeper you go, the better you feel."

"The better you feel, the deeper you go."

"The more you read, the more you relax."

"The more you relax, the more your eyes want to close."

"But not just yet, you want to keep reading the words to go deeper."

Back and forth, they continued to read the screens, taking themselves and each other deeper into a blissful trance.

"No thoughts, just the words."

"Only the words, to go deeper."

"Don't think, just sink."

"Sink, and blink, eyelids so heavy."

"So hard to keep open."

The woman in denim blinked, taking a long moment to open her eyes.  The screen of the woman in cotton remained blank as they waited.  When Denim's eyes finally opened, Cotton's screen scrolled words.

"That felt so good, to relax, to give in," Cotton said.

"Wouldn't it feel good to give in, to close your eyes, to let every thought, every need, wash away?" Denim asked, and Cotton gave a long blink of her own before she finally opened her eyes.

"You want to close your eyes, to sink, to surrender," Cotton said breathily, eyes blinking as she spoke. 

"Deeper, down, to the bottom, where you can let all your thoughts melt out," Denim replied, blinking almost too rapidly.

"Let all your thoughts just stop," Cotton said, forcing her eyes open.

"Stop," Denim repeated, her eyes closing, not seeing the words on her screen.  Her body relaxed, head falling forward.

"Drop," Cotton whispered when the word appeared on her screen, and her eyes slid shut, head falling over as she, too, surrendered to trance.

On opposite corners of the room, two men stood from their chairs, tablets in hand.  One of men handed the tablet to the other with a wry smile.  The second man gave him a nod as they walked toward the door of the hotel room, speaking in low voices.

"Good game, Mike," the first man said.  "I thought I nearly had you when it took Julie a bit to open her eyes that last time."

"It was pretty much touch and go.  I was worried it would be a draw," Mike said.  "Thought I think Alana might have still been a bit primed for trance from game prep."

"I think they both were, considering they both dropped into a light trance pretty quickly at the start.  But rules are rules, so have fun with Julie and Alana for the evening.  Within the limits," he added, looking at Mike seriously.

"Always within the limits we all set, Jim," Mike replied just as seriously. They both knew that breaking the limits would end the ability to play the game, and so were careful to stay within them.  "Going to find yourself a different play partner down in the con space?"

"I might.  Or I might head back to our room and plan for when Alana returns."  Jim grinned and gave a wave as he left the hotel room, and Mike turned back to the two women who still knelt, fully clothed, on the floor.  Time to have some fun, he thought.  Though given how good both women looked on their knees in trance, he might just keep them in that state a lot tonight.  It was within the limits of the game, after all.

Speaking of the game. "Julie, Alana, the game is over and I have won.  What is the prize?"  He knew what it was, but hearing the two hypnotized women say it never got old, no matter how many times the four of them played this game.

"We are your hypnotized servants until midnight, within the limits set," they responded in near unison.

"And what is my name?" he asked them.

"Master," Julie, his wife, in the cotton slacks, replied.

"Sir," Alana, Jim's long-time girlfriend, in jeans, said.

He rubbed his hands together as he sat on the bed, watching the two waiting women.  "Feel yourself rising out of trance now, back to full awareness, knowing that the game is over, and you my servants until midnight.  On the count of three, you will open your eyes, awake and out of trance, but you find yourself unable to look away from each other's eyes.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Yes, Sir."

"Very good. Coming up now, out of trance, unable to look away from each other's eyes on the count of three.  One.... two.... three."  He snapped his fingers on three, seeing them open their eyes and stretch a little before looking up.  Both stopped in that moment, staring at one another. 

"Good girls," he said.  "Can't look away from each other, from noticing how the other is subtly dropping back into trance, taking you with them.  As Julie's eyes flutter," he said, seeing his wife blink, "so do Alana's."  Alana's blinks were slower, eyes closed longer.  "As Alana's eyes find it harder and harder to stay open, so do Julie's. Both of you going deeper with each other, surrendering to trance.  That's right," he said as both women barely managed to open their eyes again.

"Just drop," he said, snapping his fingers, seeing both sets of eyes close, under his hypnotic control.  "And on the count of three, you will awaken again, still unable to look away from each other's eyes," he said, watching their reactions.  Oh, he had more plans for them tonight, but by the time they were done, he would have both women so thoroughly fractionated they wouldn't be able to resist any command given, so long as it didn't violate the limits.

As he counted them up and snapped his fingers, he smiled at how long it took them to open their eyes, and how easily they started to slide into trance once they were looking at each other, without him saying a word. Two nights ago, when Jim had won, Julie had been dropping into trance with the barest touch from Mike when the time limit was up, something he had taken full advantage of back in their own hotel room. It was only fair that he return the favor, or more.  He wondered if he could get Alana so fractionated, so deep, that even when the time was up, she might possibly be still in a light trance despite awakening.  Jim would definitely enjoy the after effects, even if he hadn't found another play partner for these few hours in between. 

After all, he thought as Alana's eyes closed, Julie's just after, both women falling into trance again without a word from him, such a result would definitely be within the limits of the game.