“Bonnie, he’s coming!”

Veronika, a short woman with black hair that looked big in volume and from the eighties, jumped up and down on the spot.  

The small club bounced with heavy music and the few people milling about paid her little attention.  Bonnie, a tall redhead wearing a loose muscle shirt behind the bar, nodded and continued to clean a glass.

“Didn't you hear me?  Veronika said with eager eyes.

“Yes, I heard you.  Paul is shutting down the club right now,” Bonnie said with a sigh.

“Hey, don’t be glum.  You should be honored they chose this spot!”

“I am.  I just don’t know what you and your friends,” Bonnie looked at the other three women sitting around a table, glancing at her every now and then, “Got me into.”

“A personal favor.”

“That really doesn’t answer me.  Or why these four women are here,” Bonnie said, motioning toward another four women that stood perfectly still in the corner, staring at something that didn’t exist with smiles on their faces.

“This one is mine,” Veronika said, grabbing a tall thin woman. 

“Excuse me?”

“My champion, so to speak.  For the contest.”

“Yes, you keep telling me about that.  And, that I have to swear I won’t reveal what will happen down here, give you use of my club for the night and promise not to be a prude.”

Veronika winced and then smiled.  “Okay, so I’m asking a lot.”

“You’re asking a lot.”

“But, I promise it’ll be worth–oh, he’s here!”

Veronika pointed to the main entrance.  The music subsided as the DJ left.  Paul locked the door behind the man that walked inside.  He wore a long black trenchcoat and a suit underneath.  He took off a black tophat and removed his sunglasses.  A man that stood a foot taller than Paul.  A man who looked like he should be a gladiator and yet wore refined clothing.  He gazed with a cool look at the scene in front of him.  He handed his coat to Paul and walked over to the women.

Veronika tried to keep her giddy feeling inside.  The other three women that sat around a table now stood and walked beside Veronika.

“Ladies,” the man said.  His voice rumbled into something primal of Bonnie’s stomach.  She gulped.

“Judge.  We are so glad you came.  I’ve heard so many things about you!” Veronika said.

“Yes.  You have,” the Judge said.  “You must be Veronika.”

Veronika nodded.

“Nikki,” the Judge said, pointing to a short, curvy Spanish woman, “Tiffany,” he said pointing to the tall, skinny, dark-skinned woman next to her, “And Sammi,” He said, reaching the end of the line with a busty blonde woman who looked more doll than woman.

“I congratulate you all for making it this far,” the Judge said.  “You will now show off your hypnotized submissives one by one.  I will judge and one lucky winner will win riches beyond your wildest dreams.”

The Judge sat down on a large lounge couch.  He spread his legs.  “All right, let’s start the talent show.  Sammi.  You go first.”

Sammi giggled, a high-pitched sound as she walked over in large stilettos and a tight dress to the four women standing without speaking or moving.  She grabbed a woman in a corporate suit and dragged her over to the Judge.

“So, like, hi, I’m Sammi.  And this is–”

“No real names.  Give them that dignity, please,” the Judge said.

“Right, sorry, sir.  Uh, this is Submissive one!  She was, like, my husband’s divorce lawyer?  She was all stuck up and stuff.  Until I started drugging her drink.  And then, I started having sessions with her,” Sammi giggled at her joke, “And now I’ve made her into a perfect cock-slut.  She, like, has watched so many cock-sucking videos?  She craves it and like, is the best?”

“We shall see,” the Judge said, unzipping his pants.  A mammoth of a cock released from beyond that, causing all the women to gasp.  Even Bonnie’s eyes glued themselves to his cock.

“I will give her five minutes.  I can control myself, so I will not cum.  But, I will judge on what you say.  The command you gave me works?”

Sammi nodded like an eager dog.

The Judge snapped his fingers.  “Dinner time.”

Submissive One’s eyes lit up.  She focused on his cock and started to breathe heavily.  Her hands fondled her body.  “Need cock,” she chanted to herself.

She fell on her knees and crawled over to the Judge.

“Going for the most pedestrian approach, hmm?” Tiffany said with an air of disgust.

“Like, no man can resist a woman crawling to them with her eyes all wide and all, like, oh please let me suck your cock sir,” Sammi said.

Submissive One gobbled the Judge’s cock with little effort.  The women’s eyes went wide as they saw the Submissive take in the entire cock in her mouth.

“Holy hell,” Nikki said.

They watched in silence and in awe.  Submissive One used her head like a sex toy to coax the Judge’s cock.  

“The twists,” Nikki said.

“The turns,” Veronika said.

“Her lack of a gag reflex,” Tiffany said.

Submissive One licked up and down his shaft, rolling and pressing her tongue in a spot between his head and shaft.  Her hands grasped the cock as she continued this.

“Mmm, good use of eye contact, and frenulum play.  Excellent,” the Judge said, “Too many cock sucking programs focus on gag reflex and sucking.  To use this exact skill, to know the anatomy of a cock is impressive.  As is her touch.”

Sammi giggled harder.  “Like, I made sure she watched and learned so much about cocks!”

“Five minutes is up,” the Judge said.  He snapped his fingers.  “Dinner is done.”

Submissive One got to her feet, thick trails of saliva from her mouth.  She stood, frigid and blank in her expression.  

The judge put out his hand toward Bonnie.  She looked at Veronika.

“Napkins,” Veronika whispered.

Bonnie nodded and handed some napkins to Veronika.  She approached the Judge.  He wiped his cock clean.

“All right.  An admirable start.  Next.”

Tiffany grinned and stepped forward.  “You are going to love this one, Judge.  I took my son’s teacher, a woman who is very much a prude.  She keeps talking about how women are supposed to resist the many temptations of their bodies.  So, during the parent-teacher conference, I planted my seed into her mind.  Soon, I had her eating out of my palm.  And now, I’m proud to present V–uh, Submissive Two.”

A plain-looking woman stepped beside Tiffany.  

“With her, I have rearranged her erogenous zones.  When the command is given, her nipples become the only way she can have an orgasm.  Everything that brushes against her nipples makes her aroused.  Pushing her nipples causes a spontaneous orgasm.  I’ve got her body completely under our control.  Anytime, anywhere, give the command and push her nipples and she will have orgasm after orgasm.”

The Judge stood up.  Bonnie’s eyes went wide, forgetting how tall and imposing of a man he was.  He walked over to the woman.

“Please, proceed.”

Tiffany undid the woman’s shirt.  Her breasts, without a bra, presented themselves.

“I’ve had her under her conditioning this whole time.  The fabric on her shirt must have been driving her wild.  She’s all yours to test, Judge.”

The Judge grasped Submissive Two by the jaw and moved her head side-to-side.  “Good hypnotism job.  She seems unable to resist.  I can see the yearning and need behind those glazed eyes.”

“Thank you, Judge.”

“As for you.  Let’s see,” the Judge said, grazing his finger gently across the woman’s left nipple.  

Still smiling, Submissive Two still shivered at the touch.

“You have been sexually torturing her,” the Judge said.

“All the more better for you to play and see I’m the best hypnotist around,” Tiffany said.

The Judge scoffed.  He touched Submissive Two’s right nipple.  Submissive Two screamed in pleasure.  She squirted spontaneously onto the ground, hard and fast.  Her knees crumbled.  The woman fell to the floor and gave out heaving and convulsing on the floor.

“Too much torture,” the Judge said with a sad shake of his head.  “If that was you and your submissive lover, that would be anticlimactic.”

Tiffany scowled.

The Judge sat back down on the couch.  “Still, a remarkable job to rewire her body and mind such as it is.  It shows promise.  Great promise.  Next.”

Nikki bounced up in front of everyone.  “I’ve got a good one for you, Judge.  Taking someone and turning her into the complete opposite.”

The Judge tilted his head.  Nikki excitedly took another woman from the last two standing and walked over Submissive Two’s moaning and writhing body.

“So, I took a different approach.  I know that arousal control isn’t that exciting of a hypnosis command.  Everyone does it.  But, with her it’s different.  See, she’s a religious zealot.”

Bonnie concentrated on the perky, plump, and beautiful blonde woman Nikki showed off.  She looked familiar to Bonnie.

“See, I’m bi.  And this woman has been all over the news screaming about how gay people are horrible, and a stain and it’s a sin, blah blah blah.  She made the mistake of harassing me when I came out of a club with another lady.  So, I turned her.”

“Into what?” The Judge asked.

Nikki giggled.  “That’s for you to find out, Judge.”

“Very well.  Your commands work?”

“Absolutely, sir.”

The Judge snapped his fingers.  “Go to church.”

The woman blinked and rubbed her head.  “What in…”

The Judge snapped his fingers.  “Four.”

Submissive Three groaned and held her stomach.  “Oh, oh, what is…what is...”

The Judge snapped his fingers.  “One.”

Submissive Three regained her composure.  “What on Earth is going on here?”

The Judge snapped his fingers.  “Eight.”

Submissive Three groaned and ran a hand through her hair.  “Oh, oh, oh no.  Not again.  Not again.”

The Judge looked at Nikki.  “She is aroused.  I can see that.  But, she is not doing anything about the arousal.”

Nikki grinned.  “Because, no offense Judge, but you’re not going to be able to satisfy her.”

Submissive Three turned to Bonnie.  And licked her lips.

“She will, though.”

“Me?” Squeaked Bonnie.

“Interesting.  Is ten an orgasm command?”

Submissive Three started to fondle herself, staring at Bonnie.  Bonnie tried to deny the look she got from Submissive Three aroused her.

“No.  She can only cum by the touch of a woman.”

“Excellent,” the Judge said, snapping his fingers.  “Ten.”

Submissive Three fell to her knees.  She tore at her shirt, trying to get the increasing stimulation off her skin and off her mind.

Both failed.

She looked at Bonnie and crawled toward her.  Bonnie, her throat dry, stood there stunned as the woman snaked her way to her position.  Submissive Three got to her feet, moving like an expert exotic dancer.  Bonnie felt mesmerized by the movements of the woman.

“I trained her well.  To be the best toy for a woman possible,” Nikki said with a smile.

Submissive Three moved the hair out of Bonnie’s face.  Bonnie trembled with a spike of excitement as Submissive Three crawled on the bar and kissed her on the lips.

“I will keep my eye on how this one does,” the Judge said.  “Excellent use of someone’s hatred and twisting it to a desire.”

“As I thought, turns out she is closeted.  Maybe after I win this competition I will allow her to realize this,” Nikki said.

“Well, we still have one contestant.  Veronika.  A friend of–” the Judge turned to see Bonnie and Submissive Three passionately making out.  “Of the bartender.”

“My friend, Bonnie, yeah,” Veronika said.  “I kind of wanted her to see this one because you saved the best for last.  A sure-fire win.”

Bonnie moaned.

“Looks like my Submissive is too much for her,” Nikki said in a sing-song voice.

“Whatever.  I present my boss,” Veronika said, dragging the last woman in front.  “She owns the coffee shop I work at.  She’s a nice person, but as I learned from hypnotizing her after work for weeks, she has trouble with orgasming.”

“Oh please.  Making a sub orgasm?  That’s nothing.”

“It’s the twist I added,” Veronika said, glaring at Nikki.

“Nikki.  Allow her to show off her work, please,” the Judge said.

“Sorry, sir,” Nikki said.

Bonnie crashed into a bunch of glasses and bottles, not caring as Submissive Three ravaged her body with expert touches.

“As I was saying.  I did what Tiffany did, but a lot better if I say so myself.  Now, no matter what.  How much she masturbates.  How many lovers she has.  Unless the command is given, she will not be able to orgasm.  But, here’s the twist.  She has to wait until her partner orgasms.  Then, no matter what, she will have an orgasm.  Theoretically, someone could give her the command and then masturbate to climax and the moment Submissive Four here saw that she would spontaneously orgasm.  She is bound to the one that gives the command until she receives an orgasm.  And I’ve been riling her up for weeks, sir.  You wouldn’t believe the edging this one can take.”

“So, she blows just like, y’know, Tiffany’s?  She won’t, like, be that helpful to you,” Sammi said, motioning to Submissive Two on the floor still getting over her explosive orgasm.

Nikki simply smiled.

The Judge snapped his fingers.  “I own you.”

Submissive Four lit up, directing her gaze at the Judge.  “Hello, sir.  May I make you cum?”

The Judge rolled down his pants and let his massive legs spread, his cock still strong and throbbing.  “You may.”

Submissive Four eagerly hopped on his cock.  

“Mmm, excellent.  Kegel training.”

“Every day,” Veronika said.

“And wet right from the get-go.  Excellent.”

Veronika looked to the side to see Submissive Three with her hand down Bonnie’s pants.  She looked back to see her Submissive riding the Judge like her life depended on it.

“Oh, wait, oh no, no, that’s so fucking sneaky,” Nikki said, slapping her forehead.

“What do you, like, mean?” Sammi said.

“Only way the Judge can see if her programming is working is if she cums,” Nikki said, glaring at Veronika.  

“And the only way that happens is if he cums,” Tiffany said with a sour face.  “Damnit.  Why didn’t I think of that.”

“Oh, poo.  No man, like, thinks straight after cumming,” Sammi said with a defeated sigh.

Veronika grinned hard, putting her hands on her hips.  “I’ve been edging this poor woman for weeks and making her watch sex tutorials.  She is a lean, mean, fucking machine, ladies.  No man, not even the Judge, is going to be able to last long against her.”

Sure enough, the women watched as the Judge started to breathe harder.  Every time he attempted to take control of the situation, Submissive Four took it back with a new position or technique.  The Judge stood no chance.

The sound the Judge made when he came inside of Submissive Four shook all the women to their core.  Even Submissive Three stopped kissing Bonnie’s stomach to watch.  The primal roar and look on his face caused Nikki, Tiffany, and Sammi to dribble a few drops of their own arousal down their leg.

Submissive Four saw stars.  The moment she felt the cum inside of her, her own orgasm, weeks in the making, exploded out of her.  The shaking and convulsing almost looked comical until you saw the pure bliss in her face.  Then, that feeling turned to envy.  Submissive Four had the orgasm of her life.  Her skin turned beet red and sweat poured from her as she held on for as long as she could.  Soon enough she slid off the Judge’s cock and fell to the couch, a useless puddle of a woman.  Looking into her eyes, Veronika worried she fried all the woman’s brain cells.

The Judge caught his breath.  He used the last of the napkins to clean himself before putting back on his pants.  “My.  My oh my.”

Sammi folded her arms.  “Like, darn.”

Tiffany shrugged.  “You did good, Veronika.”

Nikki nodded.  “Yeah, I guess you deserve to win.”

“I am impressed.  With the depth and perversion you have displayed here.  Out of all the contestants, I think you have won,” the Judge said, approaching Veronika.  He turned his head to Bonnie.  “Now, let’s see if you can finish this.”

Bonnie fought off Submissive Three.  The other three women looked at Bonnie, confused.  Bonnie snapped her fingers.

“Closing time.”

All three women rolled their eyes to the back of their heads with an aroused moan.  They stood there, mouths open, tongues out, eyes rolled to the back of their heads.

The Judge walked around each woman.  He fondled and caressed them to no response.

“And they never knew?”

Bonnie shook her head.  “No.  They thought they were competing.”

“And they went out and brainwashed their own victims.  My.  I have never seen such ingenuity.  I have been doing this for a long, long time.  I have seen many, many men and women show me the abilities and depths of the human mind.  But, this.  This.”

The Judge swept his arms to the scene around him.

“This is art.”

He walked over to Submissive Two.  Raised his hand.  Like a puppet, she rose without a sound.  He did the same to Submissive Four.  He pointed at the heap of clothing on the floor and they scampered to put their clothing on.

The Judge walked up to the bar.  Bonnie continued to fight off Submissive Three.

“You have won, Bonnie.”

Bonnie felt a thrill run up her spine.  The seven women surrounded the Judge.

“I will take them now.  I will wipe their minds of all of this when I am done with them.  Your bank account will be updated by midnight tonight.”

“Thank you, sir,” Bonnie said.  She looked into the pleading eyes of Submissive Three.  “Uhm, I hate to ask, but could I…”

“Seven women will do me just fine,” the Judge said with a smile.  He turned to them and put back on his hat and sunglasses.  He then walked over to a mesmerized Paul still holding his jacket and took it back.  “Enjoy the spoils of your win, Bonnie.  I hope to see you in the next talent show.”

With that, the seven women and the Judge departed.  Paul also left, still transfixed.

Bonnie turned to Submissive Three.  She took her face in her hands.  “Now, let’s see your talents.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”