Hanna observed with pride the elite cadre of female hypnotists she had gathered. Pamela, the sultry gothic brunette with the dark purple lipstick, Jennifer the black haired baby faced bombshell and Sara the vivacious blonde. They were her lieutenants, training neophytes gathered every night from local strip clubs and cocktail bars. With these tools, she thought to herself, I shall remake the world.

“First, my luscious lieutenants, there shall be some new rules as we begin our campaign for world domination. And the first of those rules is the uniforms.”

“I hate uniforms” complained Pamela. “Why should we bother taking over the world if we still have to follow stupid rules anyway?”

“These are not stupid rules. These are my rules.” And you’ll like these uniforms. I’ve even made allowances for your strong individual spirits.”

The uniforms must display generous amounts of cleavage. They must not go any lower than 5 inches above the knee.”

“The fabric must be latex, leather or vinyl. The colors must be red, pink, black or white. Straps, buckles, blades and cuffs are optional. Do you have any complaints about that Pamela?”

“No, that sounds right up my alley. Jennifer might complain though.”

“What, just because I don’t dress like a slut from hell every time I leave the house?”

“Exactly” replied Pamela with a condescending sneer. She reveled in flaunting her sexiness and held girls like Jennifer in contempt for hiding their femininity.

“Girls! These uniforms are only required in our headquarters and non undercover missions. They will help reinforce our authority over subjugated males and our new female recruits. Speaking of, what’s our latest numbers?”

“We have, so far 10 female recruits qualified for tier 2 training, and 5 fully subjugated males” answered Sara.

“Great. Now what does tier 2 training mean exactly?”

“I have no idea. I just made it up.” She smiled brightly and giggled to herself.

“Sara!”

“Relax. It just means that they are angry with men and looking for revenge. Their beautiful and know how to use their looks to get what they want. So they have the right psychological profile. They’ve also passed the intelligence tests so they have the ability to learn and pass on what we’ve learned from our esteemed professor. By the way, are we going to let him out now? I mean he belongs completely to us.”

“Not just yet” replied Hanna. “Just keep him supplied with pens and paper, I’m enjoying his memoirs. They’re fascinating if you’re fond of melodramatic overly florid prose.”

“Hanna’s got a crush, Hanna’s got a crush” chorused Pamela and Jennifer.

“I do not have a crush!” screamed an irate Hanna.

“Of course not” agreed Pamela.

“Never thought you did” dimpled Jennifer.

“Moving on, Sara what about the 5 subjugated males. Who are they?”

“Well as you suggested, we focused on the lonely, the desperate and the useful. Finding males who fit all three categories was much more difficult than we anticipated. Especially the last. However we did find twenty or so candidates at the local university, mostly in the math and science departments.

So we pretended to be students at flirted with each of them. Five experienced anxiety attacks and fled. Ten talked to us and were obviously willing to do whatever we wanted but were not good hypnotic subjects. The last five responded well to our little tests, and we maneuvered them into asking us out. Over the course of the date we prepared there minds for trance, and by the time we kissed them goodnight they were completely in our power. They don’t remember anything consciously, but they are prepared to obey us completely whenever they see us again.”

“Great job! Who did the actual hypnotizing?”

“Well on the first round, we took all three guys out on a triple date. And we each hypnotized our partner. Then Jennifer and I took out the two remaining guys and hypnotized them, since Pamela said we needed the extra practice.”

“Pamela! What did I tell you about putting yourself above the other girls?”

“That it was good for morale?” guessed Pamela innocently.

“I am furious with you. Go water the prisoner!”

Pamela shrugged her exquisite shoulders and complied. She liked seeing the professor who’d taught them these wonderful hypnotic skills locked in the basement of this forgotten building. He wasn’t even able to try and escape, their commands kept him compliant and the only activities his mind allowed him was writing and working out. Which was nice, as he was becoming some serious eye candy.

“Hi Professor” she trilled as she entered what they playfully referred to as the dungeon.

He looked up from where he was doing fly curls with the fifteen pound dumbbells they left for him.

“Why shouldn’t I throw this at you, overpower you and escape?” he asked, hoisting the barbell back behind his ear as if to throw while giving his best I can flunk you if you answer this wrong glare.

“Why don’t you try?” she taunted.

“I am trying you damned minx.”

“You always say the sweetest things.” She gave him her best sexy smile and he visibly melted. “You do love me.” The prisoners’ eyes glazed over, the barbell falling from his limp fingers as all the strength left his body. Pamela smiled to see him responding so well to her personal trigger, one that she hoped the other girls didn’t know about.

“I do love you” he repeated.

“You want to please me.”

“I want to please you.”

“Now come sit at the table, I’ve brought you your favourite.”

“Chicken Parmesan and spaghetti?”

“Good boy. You’ve guessed it. We have to keep you well fed if you’re going to be allowed to please Mistress Hanna some day. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And there’s a part of you that hates having to obey me like this, isn’t there?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You want to be free don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“But not as much as you want to get down on your knees and lick my pussy?”

“No Mistress.”

“How about kissing my ass? Would you like to bend down and kiss my beautiful ass cheeks, to lick the backs of my thighs? I’ve been working out and they’re nice and sweaty.” She ran her long purple fingernails over her long legs, over the curve of her hips lifting her skirt to give him a glimpse of her shaved pussy.

“Yes Mistress. I would love to kiss your beautiful ass and lick your sweaty thighs.”

“Well not today slave. Besides I don’t want to get Hanna too jealous. But if you keep working out I might let you. Doesn’t that make you happy prof?”

At the trigger word he snapped out of his hypnotic trance.

“No it doesn’t make me happy. Getting out of here and resuming my normal life will make me happy.” He was trying to cover for it by talking tough but he was dazed and unsettled by being awakened so abruptly from a very deep trance. He remembered the urge to lick her pussy and kiss her ass. Of course as he ran his eyes over his beautiful body, that might not just be the hypnotic suggestions talking.

“Being constantly attended by four beautiful women doesn’t make you happy. Some men are just impossible to please.”

Since he wasn’t hypnotized, he lunged at her. But before he reached her the post hypnotic suggestions of intense pain kicked in. He grabbed his head as stabbing pain burned through his temples.

“Now you know the rules. Trying to hurt one of us just hurts you. Bad boy. Really prof for someone as smart as you, you just don’t learn. Why is that do you think? Well don’t worry; you’re going to love our new uniforms. Soon hurting us will be the furthest thing from your mind.” She strutted out; loving that even through the pain he was following the sway of her ass at every step.

* * *

Jennifer loved her new uniform. She’d gone with pink latex that hugged her curves. She wore a skirt that barely covered her hips and ass, and a top that started at her belly and ended just over the nipples. Her dark brown hair probably covered more square inches.

She addressed the five subjugated males assembled at the FHRA’s warehouse lair.

“What have my five wonderful slaves done for me this week?”

She pouted at the silence that ensued. However the slaves were completely overwhelmed by the effect of her uniform and were a long way from being able to speak despite their desire to obey.

“Allright slaves. Stare at my soft, creamy breasts. You want to rest your head against them, to curl up at my feet like a little puppy. Don’t you? Stare at your beautiful mistress. My good little boys. My obedient little pets. Take a good long stare.”

“Now I want you to be able to think for me. You can still stare, but you have to answer my questions. If you can’t do that, I’m going to have to send you away and you’ll never see me in my beautiful outfit again. You don’t want that, do you my pets?”

“Nooo” they chorused.

“Good. So what have you done for me lately? Brian?”

“I’ve created a device to spray a special chemical that will render a man dizzy and obedient. It will release right from your bra, just like the fembots in the Austin Powers movie. Only this is a mist, not a gas. You trigger it from a small button in your panties.”

“Hmmm, interesting. And what is this special mist?”

“I haven’t invented that part yet. So far I’ve just been using perfume.”

“Well that does make men dizzy and confused. How many have you made?”

“Twenty four.”

“Perfect. And Tommy, what have you done for me?”

“Mistress, I’ve created a webpage for you. It’s all about the FHRA and it’s set up that if you upload videos you can show samples on youtube and sell downloads.”

“Tommy have you broken your conditioning?”

“No mistress, I still want to please you in anyway possible.”

Jennifer walked over to him and slapped him hard enough to leave a giant hand print on the side of his face, her nails had even drew blood. “Then what part of the FHRA must be secret didn’t you understand?”

“But mistress, the best way to keep a secret is to tell everyone on the internet, that way no one will believe it.”

“And where did you learn that?”

“I read it in a comic book mistress.”

“Hmmm, still you might have a point. Come here my pet.” And she gently put her hand behind his neck and guided his face to her breasts. He pressed his face as tight against the warm, fragrant flesh as hard as he could. From his reaction Jennifer knew he was still completely under her control. She ran her nails over the back of his neck and through his short hair watching his skin prickle at her touch. “My good, creative obedient boy. From now on when you have an idea, you will run it by me before you act on it, won’t you?” “Yes mistress. Check with you before acting. Aaaahhh, so good mistress.”

“That’s my good pet. And Joey, what have you accomplished?”

“I’ve found a strip club that is having some trouble paying its bills. The owner has a gambling problem.”

“How did you find this out? Did you hack the accounts of the bank?”

“No mistress. He blogs about it on I’m a loserdirtbag.com. I read it to feel better about myself mistress.”

“Good boy. Sad and depressing, but you’re a very good boy.”

“And John, what have you done for me?”

“I’ve arranged for a friend of mine to teach Brazilian Jui-jitsu to all the members of the FHRA. He’s a former cagefighter, and I know he has a hypnofetish so I expect he’ll be a great hypnotic subject. This way all of your operatives will be skilled martial artists capable of pinning a man down with your body while they capture his mind.”

And finally Jeff, what have you done for me?”

“I’ve invented a two piece bikini outfit that generates a holographic multichromatic spiral.”

“You mean...”

“Yes, it’s the latest in disco tech.”

Jennifer looked closely at him for a sign of a smirk but there was none. She was sure he was deeply hypnotized but sometimes a sense of humor could come through even from a deep trance.

“I also have a friend.”

“Well I’m surprised, but do go on.”

“His names Byron and he’s known as the Einstein of biochemistry.”

“Hmm, he does sound helpful. You will send me an email with his information and daily routine and I’ll make sure to contact him.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“All right my pets you may go. But remember you will live the rest of your lives normally, except for the hour a day you must devote to serving me and the rest of the FHRA. And whenever you see me or any other FHRA woman in our outfits you must return to this hypnotic trance.

“Before you go, here is your reward. She pulled down her top and allowed the slaves to bask in the wonder of her breasts. They smiled huge empty headed smiles until which turned to frowns when she pulled up her top.

“Now return to your homes and forget from your conscious memory the location of this secret lair.”

* * *

Since Pamela was busy infiltrating a successful business and bringing the owner under her complete control, while Sara was in charge of recruiting it fell to Jennifer to close the deal on the strip club.

She went to the club Joey had told her about, the one where the owner had a gambling problem. She was on a mission and was wearing the same outfit that had devastated her slaves. Of course she was wearing a long leather coat over it, no sense teasing the animals too early.

She had an appointment so the bouncer took her right to the back room. It was early and the club wasn’t open yet, so it was just her and the owner, who also managed the club most of the time.

He was an older guy, in his mid forties, in decent shape with a receding hairline. “Well toots, let’s see what you got.”

She just looked at him. No one had taken that disrespectful tone with her in a long time.

Joe, the owner, couldn’t believe this broad. Auditioning for a job as a stripper and acting like no one had ever told her to get her clothes off before. What a look she’d shot him. He’d actually found himself wanting to apologize.

“I ain’t got all day here. Show me what you got.”

“Yes sir” she said meekly, and shed her long leather coat.

The owner took a deep breath and let it out in a long raggedy sigh.

“That’s a hell of an outfit toots, did ya spray it on?”

“No but it looks that way, so wet and sleek. It’s so shiny and it emphasizes my curves too. Don’t my breasts look nice?”

“Oh yeah, very nice.”

“Good, I’m so glad you like them” she cooed. She strode up to him and placed one hand behind his neck. With the other she pressed the button in her panties, spraying a mist of perfume into the air. The man inhaled deeply of the sweet scent a big smile on his face.

“Good, breathe in that sweet smell. It’s so relaxing, such a sweet relaxing scent. I wear it so my clients will feel relaxed and want to spend more time with me. After all with lap dances, time is money. And when my clients lost track of time, they spend more money. You could imagine losing track of time if I was giving you a lap dance, couldn’t you?”

“Yes” he said, slurring the end of the word.

“Good boy” she said, knowing he was already falling under her spell.

“It’s hard to think isn’t it. That’s what usually happens when I give a lap dance, the customers get all confused because it feels so good. And they just want that feeling to go on and on. Just like you do, right?”

“Yess” the owner felt so nice and relaxed. Like a really good massage, all the tension and strength was out of his body. He just puddle into the couch as she began running her nails through his hair.

“You love to just listen to my voice, feel my body in your lap, you’re so very turned on. And the more turned on you get, the weaker you become for me. So very weak for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Good little pet. I’m going to give you some instructions and you’re going to follow them for me. Because I love when you listen and do what I tell you. Won’t you listen to me?”

“Yes.”

“Oh such a good boy.” As a reward she pushed his head into her breasts and let him breathe the intoxicating smell of her Juicy Couture perfume. Expensive, but the FHRA would soon be able to afford anything they wanted. Now his eyes were closed and she began tracing her fingers over his face. “You have so much trouble meeting your bills. You need someone to manage your money for you don’t you?”

“Yes”

“And it would have to be someone you trusted. Someone who knows what’s best for you, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy. And you trust me. I know what’s best for you, don’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Such a good boy. I’m so proud of you. And you want me to be proud of you. It makes you so happy. You feel so good. And I’m going to manage your money for you. Now just let go and go deeper for me. Go deeper into a wonderful hypnotic trance for me.”

She let his head fall back onto the couch. He was totally open to her suggestions.

“You must obey me from now on. You’re my little pet. But you don’t mind. Because everything feels better when I control you. You will masterbate to me several times a day, fantasizing about my touch, hearing my voice. Nothing feels better than to cum while thinking of me. Except of course obeying me and feeling my touch, my fingers gliding over your face, breathing in my intoxicating scent.”

“Isn’t that true?”

“Yes.”

“No my little pet. You say yes mistress.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Such a good little pet. As a reward you may kiss my feet. Open your eyes and crawl to me.”

“Yes mistress.” He slithered off the couch and crawled on his belly over to his feet. He gently planted kisses on the top of his feet. He was so obviously excited, he writhed grinding his hips into the ground every time his lips touched her skin.

“Good boy.” She smiled wickedly and ran her tongue over her lips. “I am going to have so much fun with you. First we’re going to rename this club. I think Jennifer’s is a nice name don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Somehow I thought that’s what you’d say.”