Nigel was a man who didn’t like to be kept waiting, so when he was informed by some low level garbage lackey that Alys would find time to meet him in a week, he struggled to maintain his composure. Thankfully, he did have other distractions. First on that list was brainwashing Clara. While that dumb cow was resistant at first, two days of constant trance and mindfucking were showing results. Sure, she might have gotten a black eye for some impertinence, but he could have done much worse, and heavy make up was able to cover it up. Now when he looked down at her, he didn’t see disgust or hatred, all he saw was a devoted obedient floozy that loved him. It was almost… boring. Still, she would serve her purpose as his arm candy tonight for his meeting with Alys.

 

The arm candy herself Clara had a hazy memory when looking back on her struggles, she was such a dumb girl, a total mess. Thinking she was anything but Master’s slave. She thought back to the day after he first entranced her. She had gone home, shaken, teary eyed, she had told her family that work was being terrible and she needed to get out. And the next day that was intent. Nigel had cut her off before she could reach the Lady, she slapped him, and then he said… he said… he… she couldn’t think. This haze of submissive need washed over her. She remembered trying to… to do something. But he said those words again, and she just…

 

Later that day she found herself naked, in his bed. And had jumped out, screamed. He didn’t like that. She felt a flash of pain. It was all so fast. Then those words and she… she just… Hazy. Pleasure. Obedience. 

 

She didn’t go home that night, but awoke the next day, her head full of cotton. Master said those words again. Obedient. Blissful. Tame. Her next set of awareness was reminding her how useless she was. How dumb she was. How she needed Master. How grateful she was to have him. And mmm of course how much she wanted him. How his cock made her whimper and squirm. She could hear herself mewl softly in her heat. She went home that night to tell her family about how much she adored Master, she might live there from now on. They were confused but they just didn’t understand. Still, maybe something was wrong? She’d have to confront Master about it.

 

The more she talked to Master the more confused she had felt. Something was wrong. She needed to get away. She had turned around to leave when he grabbed her hair, yanked her down hard. Covering her mouth with his hand, Master spoke. “I’m not going to let you off easy this time, slave, questioning me like a dumb bitch. You’re worthless, useless, nothing without me. Look into my eyes slut. That’s right, you can’t do anything else. Look. Stare. There you go. Your mind is slowing. Being pulled in. You can’t resist. You’re too dumb to resist. My eyes have caught you. Pulling you in. Deeper now. Thoughts emptying out. My eyes and my control are draining your will. Making you empty. My empty slave.” True to his words, Clara’s eyes slowly lost any light, her mind slipped off, her struggles ended, and everything was quiet. Quiet. Quiet.

 

Which brings us back to today. Master was set to meet with someone today, and she was given the pleasure of being able to accompany him. He had even given her a proper dress to wear. It was a wine colored crimson that fit her body like a second skin, the plunging neckline dripped low, revealing more than an ample share of her bosom, the overly revealing fit was perfect for a slut like her. The fabric of her dress clung to her thighs and fell just below her knees. Of course the real thrill of the outfit was the metallic collar around her neck, which even had a small chain leash clipped to it. 

 

Looking down at Clara Nigel gave a command. “Present.” At the command her eyes lost focus, her hands slowly moved up, and she pulled down the top of her dress, revealing her tits. “For your pleasure Master.” She said dutifully. 

 

“For once a good job. Now fix your dress you dumb cow.”

 

At that Clara blinked, blushed, and adjusted her dress. “Oh my gosh forgive me Master, I don’t know how that happened.” She said, oblivious to her prior actions. 

 

Nigel simply smiled. 

 

 

The meeting place was to be at a show in one of the more high class theaters in the city. The theme was that you could get dinner, while a show played on the stage. For this night, the show was the Magnificent Marvels of the Mysteriously Magical Maven! Just getting a seat would cost someone upwards to $5000 shils, while the food itself would be $350 a plate. Meaning that by making this the meeting spot, Alys was sending a clear message. She was both rich and powerful. 

 

A message that was delivered two times when he saw her. Alys was stunning in a cold way. And yet something about her made him see her in this light. It was like she was a Goddess, someone who could see the inner workings of the mind, someone to be adored, to be worshipped. He knew she was playing him somehow, but he didn’t care, he was smitten. Still, those feelings only go so far. He also saw her as someone he’d love to corrupt. To see her kneeling. The Goddess held out her hand, and he took it, giving it a kiss. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I have to say, I was insulted that it took so long, but meeting like this almost makes up for it.”

 

“I’m glad to hear you’re understanding of my time, come, let’s sit and chat.” Alys led Nigel to the VIP table where a bottle of wine was waiting for them. “From what I’ve been told, you’re unhappy with the arrangement I have with your family regarding the lot on Desmond Street.”

 

“Yes, I was telling the girl you have running that location that I wanted to have a more active roll. You would find that my abilities as a hypnotist are second to none, and that you’d see a large uptick in product almost immediately.”

 

Sipping from her glass Alys coldly regarded Nigel, “From what I understand your father, a second rate hack, sent you off to learn the art from Guo, that trader who operates outside of Minerva.” She paused to take another sip, “He’s reputable at least, so you might have some skill. The facility you’re talking about specializes in the sex trade, they condition and train young healthy individuals to be sold in auction to a variety of buyers.” Her gaze shifted to Clara, who stood next to Nigel obediently. “Those that are selected are not unlike your girl there. She would fetch a nice price. So long as her eye isn’t damaged.”

 

As Alys spoke, Nigel could see the cold calculating nature of the person before him. If she was a goddess, then it was a goddess of greed. “That slave of mine is that. Mine. However, I’m sure you can see that I would be the perfect choice. Even more so for the type of facility.” He said, smirking, leaning closer. “I could even show you my prowess in bed.”

 

Alys held his gaze, a part of her was amused, it wasn’t often that anyone showed much of a spirit around her. He was driven by lust, sure, but driven. “Is that so? She reached out her hand and compelled him to freeze in place. She felt his resistance, but he’s untrained, unsuspecting, overconfident, not on guard. It was easy for her to bypass his mind without a word. “Then you should know I like things a little rough. I know. Take your fork, and jab it as hard as you can into your leg… now.” She punctuated the command with a snap of her fingers. Nigel, in his trance, showed no hesitation in obeying. Stabbing the fork into his thigh. While it didn’t puncture deep, it hurt like hell and snapped him out of the stupor. Staring at Alys in a mix of awe and horror he couldn’t find words. “That’s my way of saying, don’t fuck with me Nigel. You come to me, demanding an audience, making demands, telling me what’s best for my business. Your father is smart enough to collect the scraps I give him. You think you deserve more?”

 

Nigel shook, in fear? In anger? He was trembling. At the same time, he felt turned on. This really was a Goddess. “I do. Money. Power. Sex. I want more, and this is the path to it.”

 

Alys’ lips would curl into a sinister grin, her eyes sparkling with the light of avarice,  “then I have a task for you. Our entertainment for tonight. The magically magnificent Mia Sinclair. I want her. So you’ll collect her, make her nice and docile, and deliver her to me. You can use the facility, in fact I’d prefer if you did. I’ll let Emilie know that she needs to assist. Bring me Mia, and you’ll get more work. Do well, and we’ll see about finding you the positions of power that you so crave.”

 

The rest of the evening was spent discussing how things worked. Delivering subjects would get a flat rate all depending on how they’re classed in value. Good ones go to auction, average are usually sold out to a brothel or free lancers, and below average usually gets sent off to do labour. One of the trends being explored more was in drones, but Nigel wasn’t interested in that. 

 

The show itself was rather good. Mia performed incredible tricks and illusions. Alys had told Nigel that the ability to create illusions to the extent that Mia could was very rare. Magic and hypnosis worked on a similar wavelength in terms of essence and focus. If one trained hard enough, they could create hypnotic illusions. Overall interesting, but Nigel was more concerned with how he would get alone with the magical girl. Again, it was time for plans to be made.

 

 

The plan was simple enough, and it only took about a week of recon. Mia performed nightly, and about an hour after the show, she would leave from a back alley dressed in a pair of shorts and a hoodie. She always kept a low profile, and had one handler close by to make sure she arrived at the railway. So, in that time he would need to distract that guard, hypnotize Mia and compel her into action. With his deeply enslaved tool, it should be simple. 

 

On schedule Mia stepped out of the Alley with her handler, a burly looking fellow who looked useful for fighting and fighting only. Clara took action as she had been commanded to, first by bumping into the heavy. With a squeak she fell to the ground and did her best to look weak, fragile, and sexy. Seeing the sight of the alluring maid on the ground, Mia bent over to help Clara up. “Are you alright? Steve can be a bit much.” She said, giving her bodyguard a look of irritation.

Steve moved in-front of Mia to help Clara up, “I am sorry Miss, but you should really watch yourself.” His irritation is plain to hear, and it only made Mia sigh and turn away from the pair. She hoped the girl wouldn’t try to take things further, was probably a fan who wanted to get close or something. Mia was used to it, happens when you perform as much as she does. Normally her stalkers are more desperate though.

Clara clung to Steve, pushing her large tits against his chest. She ran her hands up under his shirt and looked up at him with wide eyed innocence, “No no, it’s my fault, I wanted to get an autograph and was just too excited. I hope I’m not a burden.” On her hands was a fun little substance that seeped into Steve’s body. The effects took a short time to take place, but it would make him feel dizzy and unable to stand soon enough. For now, he was totally focused on Clara, perhaps a bit too much, but now he could use one of his tried and true pick up lines about working with Mia, and how he could maybe get her that autograph, maybe over dinner…

 

While that exhausting exchange was going on, Nigel was making a move of his own. Casually he started to make conversation with Mia about her show, just another fan of course. Mia looked back at Steve, but his attention was clearly on the other girl. She rolled her eyes and looked over to Nigel. “Hey yea buddy, I get that you’re a fan, but I’m really trying to get home.” 

 

“Of course my dear, I just thought that I might interest you in a magic trick of my own that I’ve been working on. Just watch this.” As Mia focused on Nigel he started to wave his fingers before her eyes, “Just follow my fingers, watch as they move and wiggle and wave. Focus on them. Watch my fingers. Following my hand up and down, up and down.” He could tell she was focused on him, her eyes started to widen. “Feeling confused, harder to think, the magic is working. Fingers waving and moving up and down.” She blinked a few times, trying to shake off the fuzzy feelings. “Look guy I get that you-” he then interrupted her, snapped his fingers and commanded. “Blank! Obedient.” Slamming her mind with his hypnotic essence. The power of it along with his hypnotic induction and the sudden shock caused Mia’s body to stiffen, her eyes went wide and blank. “I.. B-Blank.” She said before succumbing to the trance.

 

Meanwhile, Steve wobbled and stumbled, before being tripped by Clara. “What did you do to me?” he asked, his speech slurred. Mia lowered herself crouching, “Sorry Steve, we’ll have that date another time.” Standing she saw Nigel deepening Mia’s trance. “This guy is taken care of Master, so I’m done here.” 

 

“Good slave, come, follow us then.” He commands Clara while guiding Mia towards the rail station. “Let’s make use of the facility.”

 

 

Clara had contacted Emilie ahead of time to let her know of their arrival, they were expected since Alys had ordered the operation, and a visor was prepped to be used. Nigel however, had different plans. “I get the idea of your visor, but since Alys gave me the mission, I’d like to send her the subject via my own methods.” 

 

“Methods of a wanna be brainwasher? Your girl Clara is easy pickings, but if you want long lasting, powerful results, the visor will be needed.” Emilie complained, she already didn’t like Nigel. His type never played by the book and always made things messy and complicated. 

 

“I’ll let you have the honor of watching then, you can make sure she’s nice and docile for Alys before we send her off.” Leading the entranced Mia and Emilie to Emilie’s office he took a seat in her office chair. Mia, after all of this, was starting to break out of her deep trance and was looking more dazed and confused. “Where… What’s going on?” She said, shaking her head.

 

“You were watching my magic trick.” Nigel said, filling her in and freeing his cock, his fingers tracing a slow up and down path along the shaft, getting more erect by the moment. “You see, this trick is one of power and control. My cock happens to be powerfully hypnotic. No one can possibly resist it. Once they see it, they’re drawn to it.” He said, making sure to add some extra hypnotic power behind his voice. His focus was Mia of course, but he did bring Emilie along for a reason. If for nothing else, to build on certain suggestions. “And since my cock is so powerful, so hypnotic. No one could possibly resist it. They would just find their eyes focused on it, they would stare, and they would be drawn in.” He could see that Mia was already staring at his cock her trance before only making her mind weaker to his words. He tried to sneak a glance over at Emilie, and could see that she did stare at it for a short time before moving her focus around. Her defenses might have cracked for a moment, but they’re holding.

 

“Soon your thoughts are only of my cock, on how to please it, and how to serve. You can feel your mind being drawn into my cock. Making you empty.” A snap of his fingers, “Blank” another snap. “Hypnotized” Another snap. Each snap reverberated in the room with hypnotic power. Making those words echo in the mind of Mia. Her lips echoing them back, “Empty. Blank. Hypnotized.” As Nigel continued, “A hypnotized girl must obey.” Another snap, a softly repeated, “obey.” “A hypnotized girl must submit.” another snap. “Submit.” “A hypnotized girl is mine.” another snap. “Yours.” “Good girl, now come to me, sinking to your knees, needing to please. To serve me.”

Upon command, Mia dropped to her knees and crawled to Nigel. Her glossy eyes staring only at his cock, her tongue dragging along it as she breathed in his scent deeply. “Empty.. Blank.. Hypnotized.. Obey.. Submit.. Yours..” She said softly as she pressed her body against his leg, her lips wrapping around his cock.

 

Nigel looked at Emilie triumphantly, “Tell me dear, enjoying the show?”

 

Emilie rolled her eyes, “Please, something like this is only for those like her, a weak horny slut.” Nigel wouldn’t miss the stiff nipples under Emilie’s top though. 

 

“Right, only a weak horny slut would be hypnotized by my cock. Someone who gets so aroused and cockdumb by being around it.”

 

“Exactly.” Emilie replied a little loudly. “I’m leaving.”

 

After she left, Nigel focused back on Mia. Being in this business was very rewarding already.