“They’re ready, Mistress,” Cara said softly into her phone.

 

”Very good girl,” Alison cooed into Cara’s ear. “Stay where you are. Bask in the pleasure and bliss that comes with obedience to Me.”

 

”Yes, Mistress,” Cara replied.

 

Cara ended the call and admired her handiwork - or, rather, Mistress’ accomplishment. Dimly, the submissive realized she was but a tool for her Mistress in bringing this moment to fruition.

 

Chloe had slumped over, resting against Beca’s shoulder for comfort. Beca, meanwhile, slouched forward with her head bowed down. Both of them were imagining Alison’s spiral in their minds as their relaxed bodies sunk into the comfortably overstuffed sofa cushions.

 

”They’re so beautiful when they’re hypnotized,” Cara thought to herself. ”I wonder what I look like when I’m under for Mistress…”

 

Cara’s imagination went into overdrive as her conditioning took hold: images of Alison’s spiral spun in her mind’s eye while Alison’s silky voice whispered in her ear, bypassing the programmed woman’s conscious mind and soaking into the deepest parts of Cara’s mind…

 

Cara’s typically graceful body swayed awkwardly in place as the hallucinated evocative imagery brought her into a light trance. Her arms fell limp to her side as she stared vacantly ahead, gazing out at Beca and Chloe’s apartment but seeing only Alison’s spiral. Over and over, she heard in her head:

Deeper and deeper.

 

 

Distantly, Cara started chanting softly, barely above a whisper, “obey… obey… obey…”

 

Had she the wherewithal to realize she was speaking aloud, she would’ve noticed her two hypnotized subjects following along with her.

”Obey… obey…” Chloe and Beca droned, also barely above a whisper.

 

Cara’s unintentional drop into trance prevented her from hearing the apartment door softly open and close as Alison stepped in. Cara’s first sign that her Mistress had entered the room was the smell of Her scent wafting into her nostrils as She approached.

 

Alison stopped to admire Beca and Chloe, deeply hypnotized on the couch.

 

”So beautiful… so suggestible… so mine,” the hypnotist thought to herself as she casually groped Beca’s breast.

 

”All the time in the world for that, though,” the goth woman thought before moving to Cara.

 

Alison stood before her hypnotized trojan horse, possessively holding Cara by the hips.

 

Alison leaned in to Cara’s ear and whispered, “you’ve done so well for me, my slave. Open your eyes, and gaze into mine…”

 

Cara opened her sluggish eyes to find Alison’s dark brown eyes gazing into her own. Cara let out an excited, surprised gasp as she fell further under Alison’s spell…

 

”Look into my eyes, slave. Remember my spiral. See the spiral in my eyes, pulling you in deeper. You’re feeling so drowsy, so relaxed, so open to my words, my commands…”

 

Cara helplessly gazed into her Mistress’ eyes as her body sluggishly leaned forward. Her own eyes sagged down halfway yet remained open - her Mistress had commanded her to open her eyes, after all…

 

Alison carefully manipulated Cara’s body until Cara was facing Beca and Chloe.

 

”Take 5 steps backward, slave. Slowly, gently. 5, walking backward for me carefully. 4, doing so well. 3, sinking down for me. 2, almost where I’d like you. 1, sleep.”

 

Cara’s semi-lucid form quickly dissolved into deep, blissed-out trance as she succumbed to the unusual deepener.

 

”Kneel,” Alison said softly.

 

Cara immediately complied with her hypnotist’s command and sunk to her knees, her flannel pajama bottoms cushioning her knees from digging too hard into the floor.

 

”Shush,” Alison whispered as she placed her index finger on Cara’s lips. Silently, Alison reached into her purse and retrieved a short length of rope. The domme guided Cara’s hands behind her back and began binding Cara’s wrists together with the rope.

 

”Yeah, I could just command her to feel it, but fuck, it’s just not the same as the real thing,” Alison thought to herself.

 

Cara’s wrists adequately tied, Alison proceeded to pull two more items from her purse: a silk scarf and a pair of her underwear, already laden with her own juices.

 

”Open,” Alison said softly.

 

Cara immediately obeyed, opening her mouth wide. Alison stuffed her panties into Cara’s mouth, making sure to get all the material inside. She placed her hand on the underside of Cara’s chin, pushing up softly to signal Cara to close her mouth. She then wrapped the scarf around Cara’s mouth, tying it at the back of her skull, being extra careful to not put any wraps around Cara’s nose.

 

”Now, my little hypno puppet, I want you to hear my voice in your mind. Let yourself drop deeper into trance and feel my conditioning sinking further and further into your mind until I come to claim you. You can do that, can’t you dear?”

 

Cara nodded meekly.

 

”Good, now watch as I go and…”

 

Alison’s command was cut short as she heard the apartment’s front door open wide.

 

”Knock knock! Bec, Chlo, I’m here for my glass - what the what?!”

 

Alex and Alison stared at each other, both shocked and stunned at the sudden surprise.

 

Caitlyn entered right behind Alex.

 

”Jeez, why are you blocking the door, what’s the big - ohhh, fuck! Alex, she’s the one Beca told us about!”

 

Alison spun around to command Cara to wake up and assist, only to realize she’d, only moments ago, bound the model up so efficiently…!

 

Dimly, she realized her inaction was a mistake as she turned back around to find the two uninvited guests swiftly traversing the distance between them. Alex lunged through the air, throwing her whole body at Alison, intercepting the hypnotist at the stomach and knocking her to the floor. As Alex sat on the goth woman’s back, pinning her arms down, Caitlyn swiftly pinned Alison’s head down into the area rug.

 

”C-mmmph! Grr!” Alison cried out, uselessly.

 

Alison threw her body weight to her left, bouncing Alex off of Alison’s back and into the coffee table, knocking all the dishes onto the floor. The sound of snapping wood and shattering dishes permeated the room as Alison stumbled back up to her feet.

 

Her position was short-lived, however, as Caitlyn recovered in far less time than Alex. Caitlyn drove her knee square into Alison’s stomach, causing Alison to double over in pain. Caitlyn used this moment to her advantage to shove her foot down the side of Alison’s leg from calf to ankle, disorienting her long enough to swing around and knock Alison’s knee to the floor.

 

”Door!” Caitlyn yelled to Alex as Alison was down.

 

Alex ran to open the front door as Caitlyn pulled Alison to her feet. While Alex grabbed Alison by the shoulder and by the scruff, Caitlyn grabbed Alison’s other shoulder and the hypnotist’s jacket at the small of her back. Running in unison, the couple picked up speed as they threw the goth woman clear through the door, the hypnotist’s disoriented body slamming against the thin wall across the hallway. The couple slammed the door and locked it tight, both bracing the door with their body weight should the intruder attempt to break down the door.

”This isn’t over!” Alison yelled as she pounded on the front door to Beca and Chloe’s apartment. “Just you wait until - “

 

Alison’s tirade was cut short as she looked over to see an elderly woman standing in the hallway, talking on the phone.

 

”That’s right, officer,” the lady said in a high pitched, scraggly voice. “There’s all kinds of racket in there, making all this noise! I think it was over drugs. The mean one that came half an hour ago just got her ass kicked! … I guess it could be drugs, yes. She looks like she can afford it,” she said, looking Alison up and down. “That’s right, 1630 Elm Street, Apartment…”

 

Alison let out a hefty sigh as she dropped her shoulder in defeat. She was beaten, and she knew it.

Shit! Can’t just explain this away… gotta bolt, she thought, as she ran for the nearest stairwell…

 

 

 

Caitlyn kept watch out the window to ensure that Alison really had scurried off - which Caitlyn was able to confirm a moment later. Caitlyn watched as the disheveled woman half-ran and half-fell down the apartment’s front steps as she sprinted down the street. Alex, meanwhile, found a broom and swept up the remaining shards of broken dishes and glass-laden food off the living room floor.

 

“What is that woman’s deal?” Alex wondered aloud.

 

”I dunno, but I do know one thing: this hypnosis shit is powerful,” Caitlyn replied. “Not only do they have this weird rivalry thing going, but even after all that, these two still never woke the hell up…!”

 

The pair watched in disbelief as Chloe and Beca lay on the couch in exactly the same position they were in an hour ago, curled up against each other, softly chanting, “obey… obey… obey…”

 

”How did they stay down through all that?”

 

“Not to mention this one over here,” Alex added, gesturing to a still-kneeling Cara, also blissfully unaware of what transpired.

 

”So… what do we do now?” Caitlyn asked.

 

”Well, I mean, obviously, we wake ‘em all up,” Alex replied, looking over at the couch.

 

”Yeah. Yes, we should definitely do that,” Caitlyn said, all too quickly.

 

Caitlyn looked over to see a glint in her partner’s eye.

 

”Or…” Alex wondered, her smile steadily growing larger.

 

”Alex, we can’t! How can we take advantage like that?”

 

”Then we’ll ask them first!” Alex replied cheerily.

 

Walking behind the sofa, Alex placed one hand on Beca’s shoulder and the other hand on Chloe’s.

 

”How do you feel right now?”

 

”We obey… obey… obey…” Beca and Chloe droned, in unison.

 

”So you would obey… us?” Alex asked, carefully, her voice rising at the end.

 

”Yes, Miss,” Beca said softly as Chloe nodded.

 

”See? They’re fine with it,” Alex said.

 

”Nuh uh. They’re so in the thick of it, they don’t know what they’re saying,” Caitlyn replied sternly.

 

”Oh my god, you’re a pain sometimes.” 

 

Alex returned her attention to the hypnotized couple.

 

”If you weren’t hypnotized, would you want to obey us?” Alex asked.

 

”Yes,” Beca sighed while Chloe nodded again.

 

”There. Satisfied?” 

 

“I dunno, it still seems kinda - mmmmm,” Caitlyn said before Beca stood up, walked over to Caitlyn, and kissed her deeply. Beca pushed her body weight into Caitlyn, Beca’s right hand wrapping around and groping Caitlyn’s rear.

 

Caitlyn, meanwhile, was utterly disoriented from the sudden stimulus from the hypnotized Beca. Before Caitlyn could say anything else, Beca began furiously rubbing her hand between Caitlyn’s legs.

 

”Uhhhhh… oh my god… we should… I mean, we… nnnnnnnghhh…!” Caitlyn let out a lewd moan that was sure to have Beca’s elderly neighbour call the police once again.

 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought - whoa!” Alex attempted to respond before Chloe interrupted, pinning Alex down onto the couch. Chloe shifted her body weight to hold Alex down as her thighs began to squeeze around Alex’s hips.

 

”Obedience is pleasure,” Chloe murmured as she began to knead her saviour’s breasts softly.

Alex’s rapidly escalating arousal caused her breath to become heavier and heavier, making her begin to heave her chest, arching her tits into Chloe’s expert hands. She turned to Caitlyn to ask, “St-still… wan - wanna stop…?”

 

Caitlyn, meanwhile, was too busy gasping for air as Beca was shoving her boobs into Caitlyn’s face. Caitlyn’s eyes rolled up as she latched onto Beca’s nipple and began sucking on it for dear life.

 

Alex turned her attention back to Chloe, who had used the distraction to shuck off her shirt. Alex stared in awe at Chloe’s taut, toned form.

 

 

 

 

Beca, Chloe, Alex and Caitlyn sat around the circular table at the local sidewalk cafe, laughing about the series of hypnotic adventures the quintet shared.

 

”So you literally just picked her up and threw her out?!” Beca asked incredulously.

 

”Yeah! I dunno, we put two and two together and the rest was just…” Alex laughed as she shadowboxed the space in front of her.

 

”Well, I’d say you saved the day,” Chloe said, smiling warmly as she reached to grasp Beca’s hand.

 

”Which is why we’re not mad about… you know,” Beca added, a little more quietly.

 

”I guess we let ourselves get a little carried away,” Caitlyn admitted. “We saw you there, and we just…”

 

”Just don’t make it a habit, ok? Consent isn’t a luxury. It’s a necessity,” Chloe replied sternly. “But, given the circumstances, we think we can let this one go… this time…”

 

”Plus, we all had a lot of fun!” Alex added, trying to lighten the mood a little.

 

Beca and Chloe both blushed furiously.

 

”Maybe you’d wanna do it again sometime?”

 

Chloe and Beca shared a sideways glance before replying, “yes, if we do it right: we get everything out in the open, everything is consensual, with proper safe words and all that.”

 

“Oh my God, thank you,” Caitlyn said, looking straight at Alex.

 

”What?? I don’t recall you being angry that time at the mall… and I don’t think that security guard looked all that upset, either,” Alex responded, winking at Caitlyn.

 

Alex simply giggled with glee as Caitlyn threw a biscotti at Alex, bouncing it off her nose.

 

The four erupted with laughter at Caitlyn’s perfect aim, earning them a few disapproving looks from nearby tables.

 

Settling down after a few seconds, Alex asked, “Have you heard from Cara?”

 

Chloe nodded. “She’s doing great! The therapist gave her a clean bill of health. She seems to be out of the woods.”

 

“That’s a relief,” Alex replied.

 

”Oh, yeah, poor thing, being rescued from a life of hypnotic slavery at the hands of a sexy goth hypnodomme? I mean, yeah, she’s a psycho nut job, but the hours are good,” Caitlyn quipped.

 

Beca and Chloe smiled at the absurdity of the statement and turned to give each other a quick kiss while Alex rolled her eyes. The two couples wiled away the afternoon, enjoying the company and the coffee until the setting sun informed them of the time.

 

”Shit, it’s getting late. We should go. You two saved the date for the party, right?”

 

”Yup!” Alex replied while Caitlyn gave a thumbs up.

 

After a series of goodbyes and hugs, the two couples parted ways, walking in opposite directions down the street.

 

 

 

As the sun continued to set, a tall, statuesque woman with long black hair sat alone at a small table in the cafe. The increasingly cool air had sent most other customers inside in search of relative warmth, but she was more than warm enough in her black leather jacket. She reached into her purse and retrieved her phone. Holding the lit screen up to her face to unlock it, she sent a txt message:

 

 

She didn’t have to wait long before receiving a response.

 

 

Yes, Mistress, Lisa messaged back as she shuddered in pleasure.