I discreetly glanced down at my phone to see a photo of a pale young woman with dark hair, standing naked before her bathroom mirror. She’d captioned it, “My body belongs to you, Mistress,” just as I’d commanded. Apparently her name was Catherine or something like that. It was getting hard to keep track of all the members of my little collection.

I typed back a quick response. “Good girl. I want you waiting for me at this address in 3 hours. Wear some fancy lingerie for me. I like my presents nicely wrapped.”

“Mistress, I don’t own any lingerie.” The reply came quickly.

“Then go buy some, dummy,” I shot back.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Honestly, people could be so dense once you brainwashed them. I shouldn’t have to explain things like that. We’ would have to work on that for future versions of Hypnex.

“Miss, your table is ready.” Claire, my usual waitress, led me back to their private dining room. She wore her hair in a short braid down her back, falling over a flower tattoo on her neck.

I imagined what she must look like naked as I walked behind her, hips swinging lightly from side to side. Maybe I could get her on Hypnex and see the real thing one day, but not today. Prya had called me here to discuss something important.

Oh Prya, my favorite toy. I still got a thrill thinking about that blank look on her face. She’d been such hot shit in college. Always at the top of the class and popular with the guys too. Not that I really cared about the guys. I just cared that she never looked at me. Oh well, she’d found her proper place now, which was, of course, kneeling between my legs.

Claire pulled open the heavy, wooden door of the private dining room, revealing Prya, sitting at a table by herself. My toy looked immaculate, long black hair, parted in the center, and light tan skin. Her face looked calm and focused. She smiled as I entered. “Rebecca, it’s wonderful to see you again.”

“You too, my dear,” I answered.

Claire left us, sliding the door closed. As she did, I could see a man come up and start talking to her. Typical man. Probably hitting on her. They can’t keep it in their pants for two seconds.

“Well Prya, what was so urgent we had to meet in person? And why did you book a private dining room for just the two of us?” I asked impatiently.

“Mistress, I needed to update you on my efforts. And. . .” She gestured around to the room. “Only the finest for you Mistress. I also had them bring one of their most expensive bottles of wine.” She poured a glass and handed it to me.

“Well, your enthusiasm is a bit misplaced, but still appreciated. I won’t turn down a nice cab.” Prya raised her glass in a cheers and then took a long, deep sip. I followed suit. “Well we certainly don’t need a private dining room for just the two of us, though I do enjoy the privacy.” I smiled slyly. “Flash your chest for me, slave.”

Prya seemed surprised for a moment. “I . . . Yes, Mistress.” Then she pulled up her blouse and flashed her supple breasts, as ordered.

I could have sworn she hesitated for a second. I must have been imagining things. She wasn’t capable of hesitating anymore, my little toy. It was probably just the wine getting to me, strong stuff. I already felt buzzed and a little dizzy, almost groggy. Well not like it mattered if Prya saw me drunk. What was she gonna do? I took another sip.

Prya bowed her head before speaking again. “Mistress, I hope you’re pleased with my recent acquisitions.”

“Yes, you’ve been doing quite well, my pet. The higher ups are very pleased with my rate of expansion.”

“Do you send them to the higher ups or do they serve you, Mistress?” My slave asked.

“They serve me but for the company. Look, I’m not supposed to talk about that. You don’t worry your pretty little head about what I do with them. You just focus on getting them for me,” I answered with a dismissive wave.

“Of course, Mistress. I will only focus on serving you and obeying you. More wine, Mistress?” She started refilling my glass before I responded.

“My, aren’t we eager to please this evening. Maybe I’ll send you under the table later for a little dessert. I’ll have a little more wine, not too much. It’s strong.”

She smiled for a moment, before growing more serious. “Of course, Mistress. But I have to tell you of a complication. One of my patients may be suspicious of our plans.”

I nearly sprayed my wine across the table. “What did you say? Who? How? What do they know?” I asked frantically.

“Mistress, his name is Greg Morris. He came in a few days ago for allergies. I tried to interest him in Hypnex as you ordered, but he grew suspicious. He said it reminded him of hypnosis and asked questions that betrayed an understanding of the drug’s real purpose.”

“God dammit, Prya. And you just let him walk out of there?” I snapped.

“I had no commands to try and stop him. I only do as I’m told, Mistress.”

“Useless. You’re all useless.” I hissed in frustration. “The whole ‘stage hypnotist’ thing is obviously a cover. He’s probably a spy from the FBI or the CIA or who knows who! Whoever he is, he has to go,” I fumed.

“Has to go, Mistress?”

“Yes you simpleton. I’ll take care of it. Just send me his name and address. The company has people to tie up loose ends.” I finished my wine and poured myself another. I needed it now. My fingers shook on the glass.

“Mistress, I have his name but no address, since he’s a traveling performer,” Prya offered meekly.

I took a long sip. The room was almost spinning now. I felt sleepy, but it calmed my nerves. “Convenient. Of course he didn’t give an address because he’s a fucking spy! He’s probably using a fake name too.” I thought for a moment. “We have to find him, Prya,” I growled.

She opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of the opening door cut her off.

“Looking for someone? Maybe I could help.” A man stepped into the room, the same one who’d been chatting up our waitress. He was probably coming to try his luck in here. Just what I needed.

“Look. Whatever you’re selling we’re not buying. Please just leave us alone,” I said, exasperated.

Undeterred, the man closed the door and sat down at our table. “Oh, at least hear me out before you say that. I’m Greg Morris, stage hypnotist extraordinaire. Nice to meet you.” He grinned.

“You’re the spy! And you just came right to us?” I gasped.

“Yes indeed. So now that you’ve found me, you can relax. It must have been so stressful, wondering where I could be. But now that I’m right here, you can take a deep breath and relax.” He spoke in a firm, but soothing voice.

I did take a deep breath. I could feel some of the tension leave my shoulders. This guy was dumber than I thought coming right to me like this. “So why expose yourself, Mr. Spy?”

“You see, I have all the leverage at this point. I know everything. I know all about Hypnex and your nefarious plans. I’m here to offer you a chance to turn yourself in. You can expose what you’ve been doing to the police and take all the blame, leaving me out of it. Or I can make you. Totally up to you. Knowing you have that choice makes you feel calm and peaceful and in control. Feeling perfectly comfortable and in control now, you can make your choice,” he offered.

He said it like he was giving me permission or something. Arrogant prick. Nevertheless I did feel calm and in-control and a little drunk. “How about I give you a choice?” I fished a bottle of hypnex out of my bag and set it on the table. “You can take these and let me enslave you, like I did to Prya earlier, or I can have you killed. Totally your choice, Mr. Hypnotist Man,” I countered with a collected confidence.

“I’m happy to make you do it. We both always knew you’d choose that. It feels easy and effortless for you to follow my words and do as I say.” He responded in that smooth, soothing voice of his.

“Easy.” I whispered, slouching in my chair. I blinked a few times, feeling sleepy. Why was I so sleepy? Then I sat up straight. “Easy Cowboy. I don’t just do what people tell me anymore. I’m the one who gives orders now. Isn’t that right Prya?”

Prya just smiled, a coy smile at first that grew into a monstrous grin. “Rebecca, pour your wine on your shirt,” she said coldly.

“Okay.” That seemed reasonable. I dumped my wine onto my top before I could even think about it. The dark red liquid soaked my white shirt, clinging it to my bra and skin. “What the fuck? Why did I do that?” I yelled.

Prya leaned in closer, the dancing light of the table’s candle bathing her face in shadow. She whispered, “What’s the matter Rebecca? Feeling very suggestible? Maybe you feel like you’d do anything you’re told?” She picked up the bottle of Hypnex on the table and gently shook it.

“That’s impossible! When? How? The wine! You spiked the wine! That’s why you kept pouring it for me.”

“Guiltyyy,” Prya said with a smirk.

Greg sighed. “You know, you didn’t have to spook her like that. I almost had her in trance.”

“But look at her face, Master. It was worth it for that alone,” she pouted.

“Did you just call him Master!? How did that happen? You should be mine.” My voice cracked.

“I’d worry more about yourself,” Prya responded coldly.

At that moment Claire, the waitress entered the room. “Good evening everyone. May I take your orders?” She seemed oblivious to the fact I was covered in wine and the obvious tension around the table.

“Claire! This strange man just sat at our table and started threatening me. Have him arrested or thrown out or something!” I spat.

“Oh Ms. Johnson, Your reservation was always for three people. I’m sure Greg is just joking around with you. Nothing seems out of the ordinary here to me,” she replied chuckling.

“N-N-Nothing out of the ordinary?” I stammered.

Gregg looked up at the waitress. “Claire, can you tell us how you feel?”

“I feel deeply hypnotized, sir,” she responded happily.

“I’m afraid she won’t be much help to you.” Greg smirked, “She’s hypnotized to be unaware of anything unusual happening in this room.”

My mouth hung open, speechless. They even got the fucking waitress. I was trapped.

“Claire, I think Rebecca may still need some time to choose. Could you give us another minute?” Greg said warmly.

“Yes, of course sir.” She exited the room, leaving me alone with the traitor and the spy.

“Now Rebecca, focus on my voice. Listen carefully to my every word.”

My attention narrowed only to his voice. I had to hear every word.

Prya cut in, “Rebecca, take the rest of the pills in that bottle.”

Without hesitation, I downed the bottle of Hypnex. “Wait, how much did I just take? That’s too much. I’ll be a zombie.” It hit me right away. My eyes struggled to stay open and I slumped back in my chair, dazed, sleepy.

Hard to think. So sleepy. A voice spoke to me. A man’s voice, deep and commanding. “Rebecca, can you hear me?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Very good. From this moment for the rest of your life, I am your Master. You submit to me completely in mind, body and soul.”

“Submit completely,” I slurred out.

“If you understand, say yes Master.” A hand touched my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his.

“Yesh Master,” I mumbled.

“Now remove your clothes.”

“Yes Maser.” I lazily stripped off my soaked clothing, exposing myself, not caring, not thinking.

“I’m going to try something. Rebecca you find yourself feeling awake and alert, though still totally under my control.”

Slowly, the fog lifted from my mind. I could think again. “Thank you Master. It was hard to think, like that. Wait, Master? I can only think of you as my master now,” I said in shocked disbelief. I looked around, realizing I was completely naked, still with beads of wine running down the skin of my stomach. I saw Prya slumped over in her chair. “What happened to her?”

“She’s just taking a little nap. I have an important job for you, Rebecca. So this needs to be handled carefully and Prya’s understandably upset with you.”

My heart was pounding. “Please Master, just let me go. You can keep Prya and I won’t tell anyone about you. Just let me keep my other slaves and leave.”

“I can’t do that. Besides, you don’t want to control other people anymore, Rebecca. You’re incredibly submissive. All your dominant instincts become submissive ones now. You long to be controlled.” He grinned.

I knew it was the drug changing me. But knowing that didn’t make it less real. My stomach turned at the thought of the list of obedient women in my phone. Why had I wanted that? I didn’t want to come up with things for all of them to do. I wanted someone to tell me what to do. “I . . . What’s happening to me?”

“Now Rebeca, stop worrying and just listen to my voice. Feel your mind growing calm and still as you submit to my words completely.

My body relaxed. I didn’t need to worry, I just needed to relax and submit. “Yes Master.”

“I’m your Master and you obey only me. You no longer feel any need to obey anyone else. And as you fully submit yourself to me, you feel a sense of complete peace and serenity wash over you.”

I would only obey my Master. I felt calm and peaceful. Why had I fought this? It felt so nice.

“Now you’re profoundly attracted to me. More than anyone else you’ve ever known.” I blushed. I’d never liked a man before, but this wasn’t an ordinary man, this was my master. “Yes master.”

“Good girl. Your only desire is to please me and obey me. You’ll do anything for me.”

“Of course Master. Anything.”

“Now. Kneel before your Master.”

I knelt on the rough carpet, looking up at him and waiting for his next command.

“Prya, undress and kneel beside Rebecca.” Prya stirred from her sleep. She slipped off her clothes, showing her smooth, dark skin. Expression blank and empty, she knelt beside me. “Now Prya, I know you’re resentful of Rebecca for what she did to you. But you need to forgive her. She’s a different person now. She’s a loyal and obedient slave.”

I nodded vigorously. I was loyal and obedient. “I forgive you,” she said vacantly.

“Good girl. Now kiss and make up.”

Prya leaned in and pressed her lips against mine, gently opening her mouth and letting our tongues meet. We’d kissed before, but this time felt different. This time, it was for Master and that made it so much hotter. After a blissful moment, she pulled away.

“Now Rebecca, let’s talk about my plans for you.”

“Yes, Master. Anything for you, Master. Anything.” I knew what he’d done. I knew he changed me, but I didn’t care. I only cared about pleasing and obeying him.