Vicki felt that pleasant little itch in the back of her head again as they walked into the room party, the lingering sense of disorientation hinting that somewhere deep down in her subconscious her naturally gifted memory was fighting a little tug-of-war with one of Mistress's post-hypnotic suggestions and blissfully losing. Mistress must have slipped something into her brain, something she wasn't allowed to remember, and it must be something really fucking hot because Vicki's mind was bouncing up and down with anticipation to try it out so badly that she was almost, almost aware of it despite the blocks Mistress put up. Usually Vicki didn't even know what she didn't know, but right now she could feel a gentle throb of excitement and it brought a dreamy smile to her face.

That smile only widened when they got inside and Vicki saw a room crowded with some of her very favorite hypnokinky friends... a few with benefits, but mostly just the folks she'd seen at a ton of previous conventions and always liked chatting with. Skye was there with her girls Belle and Betty, and Michael was there with his husband Peter, and of course Leah was over there in the corner half-draped over her master James with a dazed and sleepy look in her eyes as she stared at a tablet held loosely in her relaxed fingers. It was never much use trying to get any conversation out of Leah at a party like this; she was such a pushover for trance that she would drop in sympathy any time someone else started to go under. And James usually didn't work too hard to keep her awake.

They all had scene names, naturally, but these were the same people she'd been seeing at events since her early twenties, and honestly Vicki fumbled a bit every time she talked to someone in the wider community and had to remember to call Belle 'WatchWatcher' or Betty 'Nullabye'. For that matter, Vicki frequently felt a little bit sheepish responding to 'Trance Dancer', a nickname she'd come up with on the spur of the moment almost nineteen years ago when she was signing up for her very first hornyposting account and couldn't think of anything better than a rhyming reference to her hobby.

The group greeted them warmly, and the first several minutes of their visit was spent exchanging hugs and waving to the people in the corner and finding a place to sit that wasn't already occupied by a body. But eventually they got settled, with Mistress sitting on one of the beds and Vicki on the other, and Michael asked the question that got Vicki's inner excited puppy squirming all over again. "So did it work, Ren?"

The words froze Vicki in a state of glorious confusion for a long moment. She knew he was referring to something specific, something Mistress did to her mind and then shared all over social media in the sure and certain knowledge that Vicki's brain would slide right off the information like water dripping down a duck's back. But that very same post-hypnotic resistance to remembering made it difficult for her to parse the conversation she'd just heard with her very own ears, and so Vicki kept returning to Michael's question again and again in a constant loop of forgetting and wondering what she'd just forgotten and forgetting that too until her dark brown eyes crossed and her jaw went slack with vacant bewilderment.

Thankfully Mistress put her out of her misery by shooting her.

Only with finger guns, mind--she pantomimed her thumb and index finger into a cartoon gun shape, the same as everyone did back when they were kids, and lowered her thumb in a motion clearly meant to indicate pulling the trigger. But she was aiming right at Vicki when she did it, and Vicki legitimately felt a physical sensation right between her pendulous pink breasts directly where the index finger pointed. It didn't hurt... honestly, it felt like a warm soft kiss that left a lingering pleasant warmth behind it... but it was real, and Vicki couldn't convince herself otherwise despite knowing intellectually just how impossible that was. She loved knowing she was that deeply brainwashed.

She loved it even more when the pleasant warmth began to spread through her body, tracing its way along her veins and arteries and leaving a giddy tingle everywhere it went until it flowed up her neck into her head and left Vicki feeling stoned and dizzy. She started to giggle, her raven pigtails bouncing up and down as everything in the world became so irresistibly funny and the realization that she'd just been shot with an imaginary tranquilizer dart was the funniest thing of all, and it was all so nice and so sexy and so deliciously silly that she found herself laughing right up until the moment when her eyelids fluttered shut and she slumped sideways onto the mattress in blank, blissful trance.

"Sure seems like it," Mistress announced triumphantly, disarming her finger guns to snap Vicki reluctantly back to consciousness. "It's interesting--I didn't program in the euphoric effect, but her subconscious seems to have added it in all by itself. Isn't that right, sweetie?" Vicki nodded ruefully, unable to hide a tiny blush at the realization that everyone in the room was looking at her with the kind of playfully aroused interest you only got when a room full of hypnokinky people just saw someone respond to a post-hyp. Sure, Michael and Peter were gay, but they also got off on mind control shit the same as everyone here and Michael was probably filing this away to use on his husband later.

"I, um, I don't remember us adding that one," Vicki murmured, levering herself back upright with the assistance of Belle--who she realized she'd simply flopped over against, any sense of personal space utterly obliterated by the pleasant lassitude that dropped her into trance the moment she felt the 'tranquilizer dart' sink home. Thankfully she and Belle had played together enough times to have a certain degree of comfort with one another's bodies, or it might have gotten awkward very quickly. As it was, Belle took the opportunity to give Vicki a little squeeze that reminded her of many pleasant occasions spent trancing out together.

She looked over at Mistress, who only chuckled. "Of course you don't, dear," she cooed, her voice playfully condescending in a way that made Vicki's already wet pussy even wetter. "I asked you not to, and you're such a good obedient girl for me, aren't you?" Before Vicki could answer, she cocked her fingers into an imaginary gun again and shot another dart, this time into Vicki's thigh. The brunette stared at the spot with a stupefied expression on her face, caught off guard all over again by the very real, intensely visceral sensation of pleasant, numbing warmth where it struck home. Her subconscious even traced the path of the projectile, she realized in quiet astonishment, in the few moments she had before the hypnotic drug flowed up her leg into her heart and from there into her brain.

It was definitely going to fractionate her, Vicki managed to think, but the thought of being repeatedly drugged by Mistress's hypnotic darts sounded so lovely and happy and delightfully funny that she began to giggle at the notion and couldn't stop. She felt her head drooping forward and her eyelids slipping shut and thankfully this time Belle reached out to guide her uncontrolled topple straight onto the mattress. While taking a moment to cop a feel, but that was just fine. Belle had blanket permission to play with her body, and Vicki was so euphoric that every sensation felt like ecstasy to her now. She probably would have spread her legs and begged for more if she wasn't so totally limp and blank and helpless.

Another snap brought her back to consciousness, albeit slightly more muzzy, and Vicki knew she was in trouble from the mischievous look in Mistress's eyes. "How's that feeling, good girl?" she asked, her expression so ostentatiously innocent that Vicki couldn't help staring at her fingers like a deer in the headlights. "Is it making you all dumb and dopey and gullible for me?" Vicki nodded loosely, the slick heat between her thighs now a raging fire of lust she had to consciously force herself not to indulge. Not that anyone here would mind--Leah was already rubbing herself through her jeans over in the corner--but Vicki liked to pretend she had some amount of dignity. It made it so much more fun when Mistress took it away.

The conversation turned to other subjects, but Vicki couldn't take her eyes off Mistress's hands. She expected at any second for another imaginary dart to go flying through the air, taking her and dozing her with hypnotic drugs and making her even more muzzy and suggestible, and it was only when a tiny droplet of saliva soaked through the fabric of her dress onto her thigh that she realized she'd gone into a light trance out of sheer anticipatory focus. And then she looked up at Mistress's face, seeing the playful smirk on her pale features, and realized that had been the idea all along. "Good girl," Mistress purred, cocking her fingers into a gun again and shooting Vicki right between the eyes.

Everyone was watching her now, enjoying her cross-eyed befuddlement as she tried to look at the spot where the dart sank home and couldn't quite make her numb and fuzzy brain realize she couldn't possibly see it from this or any other angle. She heard Leah in the corner whimper in sympathetic arousal, and the sluggish awareness that the other woman was absorbing her post-hypnotic euphoria like Silly Putty picking up newsprint suddenly seemed like the funniest thing Vicki could possibly imagine. She let out giggle after sleepy giggle until the bottom dropped out of her consciousness and she slumped up against a very warm and welcoming Belle.

It felt like a little longer before Mistress snapped her awake this time, although Vicki couldn't be sure because the gears in her head were clogged with sticky pink syrup and it was hard even to flutter her eyelids open all the way. Everything still had a lingering haze of euphoria to it, a mist of pleasure that made it difficult to think and even harder to resist the urge to giggle. It felt as though she'd taken what she thought was one weed gummy and discovered it was actually three stuck together. "I, uhh, I... uhhhh...." she mumbled, her skirt beginning to ride up her thighs as she wriggled in dreamy arousal on the mattress. It took her quite a while to notice that Belle hadn't actually stopped playing with her body.

"Oh, is someone a little too much of a lightweight to handle her hypno-tranqs?" Mistress asked, her lips mock-pouting in sympathy. "Is it making her a little too much of a dummy to control her needy pussy, mm?" Of course that kind of playful degradation only made Vicki even wetter, and soon she found herself pawing at her horny cunt while Belle reached around to play with her lush, sensitive tits. Normally Vicki didn't go this far at a room party, but fuck if this suggestion in particular wasn't hitting each and every one of her hot buttons with a goddamn sledgehammer.

Mistress waited until she was panting with excitement before shooting her with another dart, this time directly in the arm she was using to play with herself, and Vicki felt a surge of helpless arousal wash over her as the numbing warmth spread down to her elbow, then to her wrist, and finally to her teasing fingers until they went limp against her cunt. It felt like only seconds after that before the drug went to her brain, and then everything took on a familiar giddiness that left her tittering herself straight down into a trance so deep it felt almost like sleep--save for the tingling throb of euphoria that coursed through her whole body.

When she finally heard the snap again, Vicki forced her heavy eyelids open to see Belle looking down at her with an expression of switchy delight on her face--it honestly took the supine woman a moment to remember that Belle topped Betty as much as Skye topped Belle, and when she did remember it made her pussy clench hard around what she realized was Belle's middle finger pushing in and out of her right there in front of everyone. "Whuuhhh, whaaah, waa... was I....?" she mumbled, before trailing into silence as she discovered she was too high on hypno-drugs to even remember where her abortive thought was leading. She looked over at Mistress, eyes glassy and uncomprehending.

"Oh, sweetie," Mistress admonished, shaking her head and giving a long sigh. "It's probably not even worth pretending you can think at this point, is it?" She cocked her fingers and fired another dart, this one hitting Vicki squarely between her pussy lips, and the powerful shock of pleasure Vicki experienced sent her almost immediately back down into deep trance. She didn't remember much after that... but what she did manage to recall became her favorite masturbation fodder for months.

THE END