The white wine swirled into my glass, cascading down the side as it settled into a calm, still pool. I could see a faint reflection of my tan skin and brown eyes in the glass as I raised it to my lips.

Rebecca smiled at me from across the table, blonde curls and perfect smile lit by the flickering candle light. We had gone to medical school together and had been loose friends. “So Prya, what do you think about Hypnex? I do hope you liked it. I’m sure it’ll change your patients lives,” She said eagerly.


I stifled a yawn. “Well it seems to work pretty well. I’ve been taking it for about three days and sleeping like a log. Though I do still feel groggy during the day.” I tried to take new drugs myself before prescribing anything to my patients. Maybe that was unusual, but I did it because I cared. Some drugs were too specialized for that, but something like a sleep aid I could try. I wouldn’t give my patients something I wouldn’t take myself.

Rebecca smiled. “That’s great. It sounds like it was very effective. So you still feel like it’s affecting you?” She asked sounding very curious. “Also give me a sip of your wine.”


“Sure.” I said pushing it across the table. She was paying for it anyway. Rebecca had gone into pharmaceutical sales. She came around every few months, paid for dinner and pitched some new drug. “I mean it certainly knocks me out. But I’m worried about the side effects. I feel like part of my brain is still asleep, you know. Even into the evening I still felt out of it. I’m not sure I would feel comfortable prescribing Hypnex.”

“Well a little grogginess is a small price to pay for deep, relaxing sleep. Wouldn’t you say?” She asked innocently.


I pursed my lips. “Maybe. But who’s to say that’ll be all the side effects. I just don’t know Rebecca,” I said, shaking my head.

“So are you saying you won’t prescribe it?” She asked.


“At least not right now. Maybe we can talk about it again when there’s more clinical trials available,” I said trying to sound hopeful.


She nodded, still smiling and sipping my wine. “That’s ok. We can do it the fun way then. Honestly part of me hoped you’d say that. Stand up for me.”

“Okay?” I wasn’t sure why but I stood up.


“So far so good. Do some jumping jacks.”

“Sure?” I didn’t know why she wanted me to do that but it sounded natural enough. So I kicked off my shoes. The restaurants carpet felt rough between my toes but I went ahead and started doing jumping jacks.


I got strange looks from a few of the other patrons but no one felt strongly enough about it to come ask what was going on. Well no one besides our waitress, Claire, who came over to investigate. She wore simple, black clothes and her brown hair in a braid.

“Is everything alright here?” The young woman asked, looking back and forth between us.


“I’m not sure,” I replied between strained breaths.

“Yes we’re fine thank you.” Rebecca answered coldly. She produced a $100 bill and handed it to Claire, dismissively. “Please see that we’re not disturbed for the next little bit.”


“Uh . . . Ok.” Claire took the bill and wandered off, still looking confused.

Rebecca turned back to me with a grin like a fox watching a cornered rabbit. “I must say Prya you’re doing very well.”


“ I . . . Feel . . . Out of . . . Shape. Can . . . I . . . Stop?” I could feel my long, black hair getting disheveled from all the bouncing, but I couldn’t stop.

“That’s fine. You can sit back down,” Rebecca purred.


I plopped down into my chair, out of breath. “Why? Did I do that?” I gasped between breaths.

“That’s the Hypnex working. It’s not an ordinary sleeping pill,” Rebecca whispered like she was telling me a secret.


My head felt dizzy. “A sleeping pill made me do jumping jacks?”

Rebecca leaned in over the table, orange candle light casting long, sinister shadows over her face. “It makes you suggestible, very suggestible. They say anyone taking it regularly will basically do whatever they’re told. We snuck it past the FDA in the guise of a sleeping pill. Isn’t that exciting?”


“Exciting? Rebecca you’re talking about a human rights violation in a bottle! This is terrible.” At that moment the danger of my situation dawned on me. My heart leapt in my chest. I rose from my seat. “Well I should go,” I stammered.

“Sit back down and be quiet Prya,” Rebecca said, her tone firm and commanding.


I sat. I didn’t even think about it. It just happened. “This is crazy. Why can’t I get up?” I said quietly as I strained against the cushion of my seat.

“Because I told you not to. I don’t understand all the science mumbo jumbo. But apparently the pill leaves your subconscious mind open to suggestions. You’ll basically do whatever you’re told as long as the pill is in your system.”


“So what I just agree to everything now? That’s how you’ll make me push your pills? The drug will be out of my system by tomorrow and then you’ll be in jail!” I whispered angrily.

Rebecca seemed unfazed. “Do you think I’d tell you all this and just let you leave? No I have bigger plans for you. You know when they told us about the drug, you were the very first person I wanted to use it on.” She fished a paper our of her bag and quickly looked it over. “I get the gist. Legal made this script for us to use in these situations but it’s sooo long. I’ll give you the short version since we’re old friends.” She folded it over and put it down.


“Script for what?” I asked, still unable to raise my voice, even though I yelled it in my head.

“Prya look deeply into my eyes. It’s like my eyes are two deep pools or something that you’re floating in, and it makes you feel very relaxed and obedient. It’s hard for you to think or whatever. It feels more natural to follow my words instead,” Rebecca said, taking on a slow and even tone.


I didn’t think she was following the script right, but it was still having an effect. I couldn’t look away from her blue eyes. I did feel like I was floating and it was getting hard to think. My eyes blinked slowly.

“From this moment on Prya, I’m you Mistress and you will always serve and obey me in all things,” she said firmly.


I could feel the weight of her words settling over me. I tried to push against them. “No I . . .”

She interrupted “Prya I’m your mistress and you will always serve and obey me. You no longer feel compelled to obey anyone besides me, but you’re completely unable to resist my commands. Obeying me is like breathing.”


I felt my throat tighten. I fought desperately to resist but every second my breath grew thinner and thinner. “H-H-Help,” I managed to stammer.

“Of course I’ll help you. I’m your Mistress after all. All you need to do to feel better is just give in and obey. Just stop resisting and obey me Prya. You’ll feel so much better,” Rebecca cooed.


I couldn’t resist any longer. It felt like I was holding my breath. I had to breathe. I had to obey. “Yes . . .” I said in a distant voice. Instantly I felt a weight lifting.

“Yes Mistress,” she corrected grinning. She reached across the table and took my hand. Her warm fingers gently ran over my honeyed skin.


“Yes Mistress,” I answered, stunned. I couldn’t help it. I had to obey.

“Now you’re going to prescribe Hypnex as much as you can. You’ll only talk about it as a sleeping pill. But you’ll get them addicted to it and then command them to become my slaves. The primary purpose of your medical practice is to spread this drug and make more slaves for your Mistress.”


“Yes Mistress.” I answered flatly. I could feel my thoughts rearranging. I knew her words were true. My purpose was to make more slaves for Mistress. It seemed so natural, so obvious. It still felt wrong to me to sell out my patients like that, though I knew I would obey.

Wait, it still felt wrong? That means I could still think! I couldn’t disobey Mistress, but she hadn’t completely crushed my free will. It was hard to do. It felt like holding my breath, but I could still think for myself in short bursts. A tiny spark of resistance lit within my mind.


I knew I would have to be careful. If mistress realized I could still think she’d turn me into a real zombie. Just a few words from her lips could make me into a whole different person. I couldn’t confront her, but I could bide my time. Maybe I could talk to the police or another doctor or something.

Mistress beamed. “Now let’s really see what you can do my little slave. You’re going to eat me out,” she whispered across the table.


I could feel my breath running out, so I let my thoughts fade for now and be consumed by the primal need to eat out my Mistress. The need to obey. “Yes Mistress,” I answered in a dull monotone. I fell to my knees and began crawling under the table. The table cloth brushed against the crown of my head.

“Prya, not here. People will see! Come with me,” she said, practically giggling with glee. She took my hand again and led me away from the table.


Mistress had me pay for dinner. Part of me wanted to grab Claire’s arm and beg her to help me. But what would I even have said? I was forbidden from telling the truth. If anything I’d just end up consigning her to share my fate. So I just paid politely and acted like nothing was wrong.

Mistress took my hand again, caressing it tenderly, and led me from the table. She led me to her car in the parking lot. She laid out across the back seat, and gestured for me to join her. I tried to sit beside her but she stopped me.


“Nu-uh-uh. Your place isn’t beside me anymore Prya. It’s right here,” she said slyly. Her hand gripped my hair and guided me down.

“Yes Mistress,” I answered meekly. I crawled between her waiting legs.


“Now put that mouth of yours to good use, slave,” Mistress said, beckoning me forward.

The command to eat her out pounded in my head like a drum beat. I’d never done that with a woman, but suddenly it was all I could think of.


I pulled up her dress, exposing the pale skin of her legs. She was thinner than I was, but pretty in a delicate way. My fingers danced on the edge of her white, lacy panties. I slid them off, exposing her in the dim light of the back seat. I took a moment to admire my Mistress. She looked so confident and powerful, staring down at me. Then I pressed my face against her. My tongue met her lips. She was already wet. The taste of her filled my mouth and my mind, heavy and sweet. I lapped at her obediently as mistress moaned with pleasure.

“O-o-o-h. You know I always wished you would do this in college,” she said between gasps of pleasure.


“Yush Misfress,” I mumbled without stopping.

Her commands still pulsed through my thoughts. I had to ear her out. I had to obey her. I had to make more slaves for her. But I could still think. I could resist. My own thoughts sounded like a faint whisper in my mind, but they were still there. But holding onto those thoughts was hard. I could feel the air running out in my mind. For now I let that part of me sleep and wait. I took a deep breath. Resisting wasn’t important right now. Right now I only needed to please my Mistress.


To be continued in “Ask Your Doctor About Obedience”