Alison and Lisa sat opposite each other in the small coffee shop. A casual observer would see two women having coffee together: both on their phones, eyes glued to their screens as their visit continued.

This, however, was no ordinary visit.

Alison was only pretending to look at her phone, so as not to attract attention while she spoke softly to Lisa, the latter genuinely engrossed with the swirling spiral displayed on her screen. Alison strategically chose a secluded corner table, with her back to the wall so that only she could Lisa’s face, avoiding any potential coffee shop patrons accidentally discovering what was really happening.

“That’s right, staring deeper and deeper into the spiral. The black and white swirling… swirling… captivating your attention as your subconscious focuses effortlessly on the sound of my voice…”

The goth woman wanted nothing more than to look up at the once-confident hypnotist, now nothing but a mindless submissive, helplessly lost in the words of her Mistress. Alison knew there would be all the time in the world to admire her handiwork later. For now, though, she focused on the enjoyable task at hand…

“And as you watch the spiral, constantly alternating between black and white… black… to white… to black… to white… you realize just how much you love the colour black. It’s the colour of power. My power. When you see me wearing black, it reinforces my power over you. Black is powerful. Say it.”

“Black is powerful…” Lisa echoed, her voice flat and empty.

“Yes, that’s right… and when you wear black, my good girl, you feel my power all over your body. Black leather jackets keep my power tightly in your heart, in your core. Black skirts hold my power over your sex. Black hair dye reinforces my influence over your mind. You want me to dye your hair black. You want me to dress you as I please. You want me to dress you all in black.”

“All in black…”

“Yes, you associate black with my power. My power I wield over your feeble little mind. My power over your thoughts. My power that turns you into my good, submissive, hypnotic subject. Even now, my black and white spiral has you completely enthralled.”

Alison, still pretending to play with her phone, was unable to see the tiny stream of drool slowly dripping onto the blonde’s chest as a stray lock of hair partially fell onto the submissive’s face.

“Tell me how deep you are for me right now, dearie.”

“All the way down, Mistress…”

“That’s right, all the way down for me. Down in the deepest of trances for your Mistress. My power reigns supreme. My wish is your command. I speak, and you obey. Say it.”

“You speak, and I obey…”

Alison felt such a rush: hypnotically conditioning the former hypnotist, in a public place in broad daylight…! Dozens of people having moved past them, completely oblivious to what was happening! All these people here, yet nobody can save you, my slave…

“Now, repeat after me, dearie: you obey Mistress Alison.”

“I obey Mistress Alison…”

“You obey Mistress Alison.”

“I obey Mistress Alison…”

“Again.”

“I obey Mistress Alison…”

“Again, becoming more true each time you say it.”

“I obey Mistress Alison…

“I obey Mistress Alison…

"I obey Mistress Alison…

"I obey Mistress Alison…”

Alison pulled her chair in slightly so she could sit closer to the table and to her newest plaything. The goth hypnotist reached her free hand to Lisa’s thigh and ran her thumb over the back of Lisa’s hand in little circles, simulating a spinning spiral. Lisa's breath hitched at the sudden stimulus, but remained staring at her screen.

“Now, tell me: whom do you obey?”

“I obey Mistress Alison…” Lisa replied automatically, not a thought in her head that Alison, herself, didn’t put there.

“Again.”

“I obey Mistress Alison…” Lisa said, each response spoken more and more easily.

“Yes, that’s ri - oh, what have we here…?” Alison said, more to herself than anyone else. The hypnotist looked up from her phone to see Cara at the counter, ordering her coffee to go. Alison remembered back to the party, how Cara responded so powerfully to Beca’s sleep trigger for Chloe.

I wonder…

She said, quickly and quietly, “Lisa, open your eyes, full of energy and still in trance, obedient to my every word." The hypnotized blonde shook a little as she came to her senses, barely registering that, unlike 10 seconds prior, Alison wasn’t even paying attention to her. She glanced down at her shirt and scrambled to do her best to clean up the drool stain she’d left behind.

Meanwhile, before she lost her chance once again, the goth woman stood and waved her hand in Cara’s direction.

“Cara! Is that you? Come and join us!”

Alison was careful to call just enough attention to her table so that Cara would see them, but not so much as to stop the entire coffee house in their tracks. Cara, meanwhile, stopped and looked over her shoulder to see the two women she recognized from Chloe and Beca’s get-together-turned-engagement-celebration. She looked down at her phone to check the time.

I don’t have time for this - but people are staring…! Okay, she gets two minutes.

Flashing a polite smile, Cara went and sat down with the unlikely pair.

“Hey! How are you doing, Cara?”

“What? Since you two tried to ruin my friends’ party? Since you humiliated them and had them kissing your boots?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to bring that up, but: yeah, since then,” Alison replied, nodding. She played with her phone for a moment - for real, this time - pretending not to be fazed by Cara’s curt response.

“Oh, I’ve been doing great,” Cara said gruffly, beginning to stand, increasingly upset at the reminder of such unpleasantness. “As if you’re interested in my well-being…"

The brief conversation was all the time Alison needed, though, to queue up the magic words on her phone. She pointed her phone’s screen towards Cara, the phone showing a deeply hypnotized Beca saying,

“Sleep deeply for Beca.”

The phrase hit Cara like a ton of bricks. Her lips parted as her shoulders slumped. Lisa quickly rescued Cara’s coffee before it could fall, possibly scolding someone in the process and alerting others to the situation.

“Sleep deeply for Beca.”

Cara’s eyes suddenly became heavy and droopy as the coffee patron slouched down into the chair once more.

“Sleep deeply for Beca.”

The trigger was too much for the unsuspecting woman to bare. Cara's head bowed down, then back up for a moment as she tried to open her eyes once more. The need to comply, however, was simply too strong. Her eyes fell closed as her chin bobbed down…

“That’s right, all the way down, now, Cara. Deeper and deeper, deeper than you’ve ever gone before,” Alison whispered into the girl’s ears…

“Yes, Miss…” Cara said softly, her voice nearly a whisper.

“Good girl. Now, open your eyes, remaining deep in hypnosis for me and open to my every suggestion.”

The goth woman stood up and led both of her “friends” out of the shop and toward her car…

Back at Alison’s home, her spiral - the same one from the party - spun tirelessly, mercilessly, before Cara’s eyes. The hypnotized model was powerless to resist the barrage of suggestions being fed to her subconscious.

“Deep in trance for me, Cara. Completely helpless to resist.”

“Helpless…”

Lisa weakly, timidly, approached Alison from the side.

“Um… Mistress?”

Alison sighed at the interruption and replied, “speak.”

“Can I… that is, if it’s okay… May I help you convert Cara?”

A fiendishly evil smile crept onto Alison’s face.

“Ooh, that does sound like fun. Alright then: awaken, my hypno-helper”

The change in Lisa’s facade was remarkable: her confident veneer returned to the former blonde, despite having undergone Alison’s transformation from hypnotist to slave. Lisa now resembled a taller, skinnier version of Alison, complete with black lipstick, eyeliner, leather pants and corset.

“MmmmMMMMmmm thank you, Mistress!”

Lisa reveled in the feeling of power washing over her as she settled in right next to Cara, body positioned so Lisa couldn't see Alison’s spiral to her right.

"How do you feel, Cara?"

"Helpless..."

Lisa chimed in without missing a beat, whispering into the deeply entranced woman's ear.

"It feels incredible..."

"Incredible..."

"You want this more than anything," Alison cooed.

Cara simply nodded in response, unable to form a coherent thought of her own.

"Then embrace the gift I offer you, Cara. Drop one thousand times deeper as you sleep!"

Alison snapped her fingers and Cara sunk into the couch like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Such a responsive, obedient girl for me, dearie. Tell me: what do you want more than anything?"

Cara twitched slightly in a vain attempt to respond, her body too relaxed to do much else. Lisa began to rub Cara's shoulders and whisper sweet nothings in the woman's ear as Alison pressed on.

"Answer me, Cara. Now." Alison snapped her fingers to emphasize her command.

"To be hypnotized... to obey without question..." Cara mumbled.

"And who do you obey?"

"I obey my Mistress."

"And who is your Mistress?" Alison asked.

"Alison."

"Sit up, sweetie. Tell me who your Mistress is and what you want more than anything. Tell me five times in a row."

Lisa helped Cara into a slouched sitting position as Alison moved to sit next to Cara, keeping Cara between the pair. Alison held her phone at arm's length and began recording as Cara chanted fives times over, "Alison is my hypnotic Mistress. I want to be hypnotized and to obey without question."

Once Cara finished, Alison praised her new slave.

"Good girl! You obey so well for me. I bet you'd love for me to show you off, wouldn't you?"

"I want what Mistress wants..."

"Of course you do, that's part of what makes you a wonderful slave for me."

"Slave..."

Alison flashed a wicked smile so broad it made her cheeks hurt as she pressed the Send button.