September 24th

Weiss rolled over in bed and tried to force herself to wake up. It was morning now. She had to get to work.

But it felt just too good to lay there and bask in the afterglow.

She felt Master’s cum still dripping out of her cunt, and the traces of his control lingering in her mind. Nothing makes Gwen White feel good the way saddling her Master and having him fuck her mind away does, Weiss thought, giggling quietly to herself. She remembered when she used to picture herself as a Handler, all black leather with Val or Patti or Yun humping her boots. Now she pictured Master that way. Holding her leash, telling her to let herself go and debase herself for his pleasure…

She sat up and scratched her head, yawning. The fact she could think was probably a sign that the fun was over, even if she didn’t want it to be. She sighed, pulled off the covers, and stepped out of bed. She was still naked, which she expected. Master wouldn’t have ordered her to get dressed when he brought her inside, and she would’ve been too tired and mind-fucked to do it on her own.

Besides, she liked being naked in his house. It felt… honest. True to who she was now. A slave, ready at all times for her Master to use her body as he saw fit.

She walked down the hall towards the showers and bumped into Lotta. She, too, was naked, save for a towel around her hair. “Hey,” Weiss muttered.

“Hey yourself,” Lotta giggled. “Thought you’d have slept in today, you seemed pretty out of it last night.”

“Yeah, um…” Weiss realized she was staring at the other girl’s tits, but couldn’t be bothered to change that. “I have work, so.”

“Aw, poor girl,” Lotta pouted. “And you still need to do your shopping, right?”

Weiss winced. Of course. The shopping. Only three days left and she still hadn’t found anything. “I-I’ll… manage.”

“Hm.” Lotta smiled. “Tell you what. Meet up with me after work, I’ll help you find something.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Course! What are slave sisters for?”

Weiss hugged her tight. “Thank you, Lotta… oh, wait, you just got out of the shower, huh?”

“Well, yeah.” Lotta pointed up at the towel around her hair. “What’d you think this was for?”

“I… didn’t notice,” Weiss blushed.

“Mmm, I know what you mean,” Lotta purred. “Getting fucked by Master’ll do that to you. I’m a little hazy myself, after he joined me in the shower.”

Weiss’s eyes widened. “He did?”

“Mhm!” Lotta nodded.

“I-Is… is he still…?”

“Last I checked, yeah–”

Weiss sprinted down the hall towards the bathroom. She had to catch him. She needed him.

She flung the door open and gasped.

He was there. She could see his shadow on the shower curtain, along with another slave kneeling at his feet. Bobbing her head.

Weiss shuddered.

She felt her legs carrying her towards the shower. She was enchanted. Sleepwalking. She felt the steam, the heat in the room.

She pulled the curtain open.

Master smiled at her. He patted the head of the slave sucking his cock. Jay whimpered, her cock twitching and throbbing. Master didn’t snap his fingers, didn’t say a word. All he did was beckon.

And that was enough.

Weiss jumped forward and embraced him, kissing him on the lips and letting him run his hands all over her body. He turned her around and grabbed her hips, her stomach, her tits from behind. He lathered her up and scrubbed her body up and down. Taking care of her.

“I love you,” he purred.

“I love you too, Master,” she mewled.

“I know you’re still worrying about my birthday,” he whispered. “Struggling to find a gift you think is worthy of me.”

Weiss whimpered, finally allowed to remember what they talked about the night before. “M-Master–”

“I’m proud of you,” he interjected. “I’m glad you’re putting this much thought into it. And I’m sure, whatever you decide to do, it’ll be perfect.”

“Thank you… Master…” Weiss smiled.

The shower became a blur. Master orgasmed at some point, his cum dribbling out of Jay’s mouth and being washed away down the drain. He told her she was a good dog. Weiss heard her bark. Good hound.

Then Jay was gone. Weiss was on her knees now. She felt water splashing over her body, the back of her head. His cock sliding past her open lips. Master grunting, moaning. Another slave stepping into the shower.

Weiss let all of it fade into the background.

All she needed to do was suck.

Worship.

Obey.

Suck.

Worship.

Obey.

Suck.

Worship.

Obey.

Weiss didn’t fully wake up again until she slammed the trunk of her car. She had gotten dressed for work in a daze, packing some casual clothes in a duffel bag for later.

She shook her head and chuckled. It was funny how easily she could be derailed. Still, she had to put that aside for now. She had work to–

“Have a good day at work, doll!” Terry said brightly, hugging her from behind and kissing her neck.

Weiss mewled and shuddered. “M-Master… wait, aren’t you working today?”

“Wish I could, but, well…” He motioned outside to the dock. Weiss could see several unfamiliar women already lined up, being managed by Francesca and Carol.

“Oh, yeah,” Weiss said. “That’s still… happening.” She noticed some of the women had gifts. How’d they find stuff so easily?

“I’ll see you tonight,” Terry smiled, patting her on the head as he walked out to meet them.

“S-See you,” Weiss muttered. She got in her car and started pulling out of the driveway.

As she drove away, she spotted Terry beckoning the first woman over to him.

Weiss’s shift started mostly uneventfully. She got into her groove quickly, taking orders, refilling drinks, hitting the right side of the line between “flirty in a cute way” and “flirty in a gross way.” It felt nice to get out of her head for a while, focus on something more immediate and external.

But the longer it went on, the more she noticed a trend.

Women would come in – sometimes on their own, sometimes with friends, a few with their families – and ask if Terry was in. The first few times, Weiss was worried she was doing something wrong, like someone was asking to see the manager because she messed something up. But it became increasingly clear that they weren’t asking to see her boss.

They were asking to see Terry, specifically.

It wasn’t limited to any one type of women. Weiss got the same thing from college students, girls closer to her age, even some older cougars. All of them were beautiful. All of them looked at her with wide, pleading eyes. They needed to find him. They needed their man.

And she had to tell them the truth. He was at home, taking time away from work. His birthday was coming up. He was busy.

And as soon as she said that, the women would invariably find some excuse to leave. They’d pretend their friends were meeting them somewhere else, or they had to get back to work. Weiss couldn’t remember another shift with turnover this quick and tips this low.

“Hey, Weiss,” Kai asked after they turned away yet another lovestruck woman. “You been having a lot of girls asking about–?”

“Terry?” Weiss sighed. “Yeah. All day.”

“Me too. Kinda feels like a waste, you know?” Kai scratched their head. “Maybe we should do something about it…”

“What do you propose?”

“Can you get me a marker from the front?”

“Uh… sure?” Weiss went up to the podium, grabbed the marker, and handed it off to them.

“Thanks!” Kai ran to the back and returned a minute later. They held up a sheet of paper and asked, “Can you help me put this up on the front window?”

Notice: Our boss is off today! He’s at home!

Weiss looked at the paper and chuckled. “Yeah, no problem.”

They taped it to the front window and got back to work. As soon as the sign went up, business dropped off like a rock. They received only a few scattershot customers, all men or conspicuously mom-less families. Every now and then, Weiss would catch a glance out the front window and see some woman looking at the paper, then run off in another direction.

It really is every girl in town, she thought. They all want him… even though none of them really have a shot at being one of his girls… Her cheeks blushed as she felt a goofy smile spread across her face. Maybe I really am special… he’s treated me so well, done so much for me… Gosh… I’m so lucky…

A few hours later, Weiss was nearing the end of her shift. It was practically dead in the dining room, and most of the other waitresses were hanging around rather than working on tables.

Kai yawned and walked past Weiss. “Welp, my shift’s almost up,” they sighed. “You’re getting off soon too, right?”

“Phrasing,” Weiss smirked. “But yeah, I’m almost done too.”

“Har har.” Kai rolled their eyes and chuckled. “Wanna just chill with me in the break room? We’re like, way overstaffed for today. The other girls can handle it.”

“Well…” Weiss looked out across the room. There were three other waitresses hanging out by the entrance, and only two tables occupied. “…Yeah, fuck it, why not?”

The two of them left for the break room. Kai grabbed a soda out of the fridge and hopped onto the couch. “How’ve you been doing, Weiss? I feel like we don’t talk much.”

“Well, I’ve been kinda stressing out lately,” Weiss admitted, casting her eyes to the floor. “I’ve been trying to find a birthday gift for Terry…”

“Oh yeah, that is coming up,” Kai said.

“You have something?”

“Yep!”

“Figures,” Weiss muttered. “Everyone else seems to have this stuff already figured out. But I’m still–”

Her words were cut off by the hiss and pop of Kai opening their soda. Weiss looked up and noticed Kai had their bare feet propped up on the arm of the couch.

She gasped. She never realized just how… perfect Kai’s feet were. They were so smooth, almost like a marble sculpture. Weiss never considered herself someone who was particularly “into” feet, but looking at Kai’s… she started to get the appeal.

“Hm?” Kai asked. “You were saying?”

“I-I… um…” Weiss swallowed. She felt like an idiot, standing there and gawking. But she still just couldn’t look away. She was transfixed. Spellbound.

Hypnotized…?

“Cat got your tongue, eh?” Kai grinned. They scrunched their toes. “Well? What’re you waiting for?”

“Huh?” Weiss blinked.

Kai giggled. “Get to it.”

Weiss whimpered. “Yes,” she gasped, falling to her knees and crawling forward. She reached out and held Kai’s foot in her hands. It looked even better up close. She massaged it with her fingers, drawing on her memories of doing the same for Master and Princess and other girls who’ve had their way with her mind.

“God, you really are easy,” Kai purred. “I thought the other girls were joking. Like, you look so tough, so self-assured, but as soon as some pretty girl shows you attention you just melt. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-Yes,” Weiss blushed.

“Good girl.” Kai leaned back and sighed happily. “I’m glad you know your place. You’re everyone’s communal bitch, and you love it.”

“I… I-I…”

“Stop thinking. Keep rubbing.” Kai pressed their other foot into Weiss’s face. “Got it?”

Weiss moaned and huffed Kai’s sole. “Yesssssss…”

Time seemed to melt away. The more Weiss rubbed, the less she thought. She was focused solely on pleasing Kai. Making them feel good. Touching and rubbing their divine feet. She fell back into her groove of mindless obedience, of turning off her mind and giving herself over to her conditioning.

She didn’t need to think.

She was a good girl.

She was mindless.

She was blank.

She was empty.

And above all, she was obedient.

It took the harsh sound of an alarm to jolt her out of it. Kai pulled their feet away and held up their phone, showing a timer had run out. “Darn. We’re out of time.”

Weiss blinked. She was stunned. She couldn’t wrap her head around what just happened to her.

Kai grinned, hopped to their feet, and ruffled Weiss’s hair as they passed. “Thanks for being such a good girl for me. Maybe we should pick this up when you get home.”

They stepped out into the locker room and closed the door.

Weiss buried her face in her hands and screamed.

“Oh, by the way,” Kai added, poking their head back in, “you’ve got a performance review today. Better head upstairs, cutie.”

They shut the door again.

Weiss screamed some more.

Then she took a deep breath and composed herself. I’ll be ok. I’ve been doing good work. I’m gonna get a good grade. Terry will–

Wait. Terry is home today. So… who’s doing my review? Oh, god, I hope it’s not Marky. She probably still hates me for the time I tried to hypnotize her into giving me a promotion…

She made her way up the stairs, nervous about what exactly she’d find. She opened the door to Terry’s office, only to find a large beehive hairdo poking out from behind the monitors on his desk. “L-Lotta?”

“Ah! Weiss, perfect timing!” Lotta smiled, poking her head up. “Come, come, have a seat!”

“Uh, okay…” Weiss sat down across from her. “So, uh, you’ll be doing my review?”

“Yes, I’ve taken a thorough look at your records…” Lotta held up a stack of papers and straightened them. Weiss noticed that she was wearing a full suit and tie, and was even wearing what looked like fake glasses. Looking more closely, she realized her outfit looked… familiar. Is she wearing a… sexy parody version of Terry’s suit? That shade of red looks about the same. Is this, like, a bit?

The review went along fairly smoothly, with Lotta laying out Weiss’s strengths and progress and pointing out areas for improvement. “All in all,” she concluded, “you’ve garnered a score of 90. Which means your pay will be going up by 90 cents.”

“That’s… great!” Weiss smiled. “Anything else?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Lotta nodded. “I still need to schedule your next review…” She turned to the computer and started tapping away on the keyboard, putting on a very stern expression.

Should I call attention to it? Maybe she’s been hypnotized to do this…? “Um, L-Lotta,” Weiss interjected. “Just so I’m clear… are these your opinions of my work?”

Lotta smiled and took off her glasses. “Nah, this is all stuff Terry prepared,” she giggled, her demeanor returning to normal. “His score, his bullet points. We came up with this together, actually…” She sighed and held her hand to her cheek. “It was really fun… I love working on projects with him…”

Weiss chuckled. Gosh, she really loves that guy… I mean, so do I, but… she really loves him. You can tell just from looking at her. That blush, the way her eyes sparkle, the wistful tone in her voice…

“Weiss?” Lotta asked. “You still with me?”

“Huh?” Weiss blinked. “Yeah, why?”

Lotta grinned. “You were thinking about Terry, weren’t you?”

“What?” Weiss sputtered. “Wh-Why would you think that?”

“Well, it was obvious. The way you blushed, the sparkle in your eye, that kinda wistful tone in your voice…”

“I-It wasn’t… wistful…” Weiss muttered.

“Mhm. Sure it wasn’t.” Lotta tapped her chin. “Have you thought up any ideas for your gift?”

“…No,” Weiss sighed. “I’ve got nothing. I’m really getting nervous about it…”

“Well, you’re in luck then!” Lotta beamed. “Because I have something that’ll be perfect!” She turned her monitor around and showed Weiss. “What do you think?”

“I…” Weiss raised an eyebrow. “Did the computer go to sleep or something? It’s just a black screen.”

“Huh?” Lotta looked at the monitor. “Oh, wait, hold on…”

She tapped a button on her keyboard.

Suddenly, the screen burst to life, displaying a swirling pattern.

A spiral.

Black on red.

Terry’s spiral.

Weiss gasped. She stared. And she sank, deeper and deeper down into trance. She couldn’t stop it even if she wanted to. She was too deeply conditioned. All she could do – all she could even conceive of doing – was dropping.

“Yes!” Lotta cheered, pumping her fist. “Finally, I get to be the one doing the hypnotizing! Gosh, I wonder if I look that cute when I’m under…” She bit her lip, then frowned and shook her head. “No, no time for that now. Focus.”

She picked up a set of index cards and cleared her throat. “Listen to me carefully, Weiss. I want you to relax for me. Put your mind totally at ease. Know that I will guide you, take care of you, as you drift in this trance and open your mind to my words.”

“Yes… Lotta…” Weiss murmured.

“You are smart, capable, and loved,” Lotta continued. “You are confident that you will find the right gift for your man. But you know you must first relax and listen to your friend Lotta’s advice.”

“Yes… Lotta…” Weiss smiled dreamily. Lotta was such a good friend. She felt so relaxed and open. And whenever she was in this room, and she felt relaxed and open and hypnotized, she knew what was coming next.

She started fidgeting with the buttons on her shirt. She knew Master would tell her to strip soon. She always stripped for him when she was hypnotized in his office. Why would now be any different?

“Oh, uh…” Lotta blushed. “You’re… u-um…” She checked another note card. “H-He said this might happen, hold on… Ah. Yes, you can undress for me, Weiss. You know this will help you feel even more relaxed. Even more free to listen and follow along with my guidance.”

“Yes, Lotta,” Weiss purred. She slowly, sleepily unbuttoned her top and wiggled out of her skirt.

Lotta grinned. “Gosh… no wonder Master loves this so much…”

More time passed. Weiss couldn’t tell how long. She just listened to Lotta’s soothing voice as the spiral carried her along into trance. She vaguely noticed that Lotta started repeating herself at some point, but it didn’t matter. Nothing could bother her in this state.

Eventually, Lotta set down her cards and sauntered over to Weiss. “Eyes up here, cutie.”

Weiss tried to pull her eyes away from the spiral. She tried to do what she was told. But its grasp on her mind was irresistible, and she just couldn’t look away.

“Boy, you are out of it,” Lotta giggled, pawing at her now-bare chest after she’d taken off her jacket and shirt. “I noticed you kept staring at these earlier. Figures that even they can’t distract you right now. But it’s time to wake up, dear.”

Weiss whimpered softly.

“C’mon, up, up.” Lotta snapped her fingers a couple times. “…Nothing? Really?” She leaned down to shake Weiss awake and caught a glimpse of the screen out of the corner of her eye. “Oh, shoot… didn’t turn… it… off…”

Her arms fell to her side. Her jaw went slack.

And Lotta, too, followed the spiral’s path down into trance.

Terry turned on the lights and chuckled. “Figures it’d be something like this.”

He walked over to the hypnotized girls, still staring and drooling at the spiral. He waved his hand in front of their eyes and, as expected, saw no response. “You almost had me worried there. I knew you were supposed to go shopping after work, I thought maybe something could’ve happened on the road, but…”

He smiled. “Good girls. I love you so much. And I’m glad you’re ok.” He kissed both of them on the cheek, then went over to his computer and turned off the spiral. “Follow me, girls.”

“Yes… Master…” his slaves drooled. The stood up, arms outstretched, and walked behind him as he brought them to his car and drove back home.

September 25th

“I’m a monster!” Lotta cried, tears streaming down her face. “I ruined your shopping day… a-and I didn’t even get to have fun with you!”

“Lotta, really, it’s alright,” Weiss reassured her, patting her on the shoulder. “I’m not mad. I know I can still find something.”

“Weiss is right,” Terry added, sitting down next to her. “You made an honest mistake. No one can fault you for that.”

“B-Buh…” Lotta sniffled. “But I still feel like such a jerk. I promised Weiss, and I broke that promise, and… and I wasted your time, coming up with that stupid plan. I should’ve known I’d fuck it up! I mean, everyone knows I can’t resist any kind of hypno stuff, I-I–”

“Lotta,” Terry said firmly, cupping her chin. “Look at me. Look into my eyes.”

“Oh,” Lotta whispered. She looked up at him, already starting to drift just from his tone.

“You know what this is,” Terry purred. “You know how it feels. And you know that all you need to do is…”

“S-Sink,” Lotta sighed. Her eyes fluttered and closed. Her body went limp in his arms.

“Exactly,” Terry said, petting her softly. “No resistance, no hesitation. No choice but to listen. And accept what Master tells you. You did nothing wrong. You made an honest mistake. You’re a very, very good girl. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Lotta murmured.

“What did I just tell you?”

“I did… nothing wrong… honest mistake…” Lotta bit her lip and smiled dreamily. “And… I’m a very good girl…”

“That’s right,” Terry grinned. “And coming back up in one, two, three…” Snap!

Lotta opened her eyes and hummed. “Thank you, Master,” she cooed.

“You’re welcome, dear.” Terry turned his eyes to Weiss. “You good, babe?”

Weiss nodded quietly. “J-Just, um. I mean. When you hypnotize a gorgeous woman like Lotta, well…”

“You got excited?” Terry asked.

“…Yeah…”

“A little drifty, perhaps?”

“…Y-Yeah…”

“And you love it,” Terry smiled, standing up and walking over to her. “Don’t you, doll?”

Weiss whimpered. Her cheeks, once again, were flush. “Yes… Master…”

“Gooooooood girl.” Terry ruffled Weiss’s hair. “Cutie little hypno-slut just can’t help herself, can she?”

“Hhaaaaaahhh…” Weiss moaned, her eyes rolling up into her head. “N-No, Masterrr… can’t help it… I’m brainwaaashed…”

“That’s right! But you also have work today, so.” Terry snapped a couple times. “C’mon, up up up.”

“Guh,” Weiss shuddered. “I-I’m up. Fuck.” She looked up at him and scowled. “It’s pretty rude to tease me like that.”

“Probably, yeah.” Terry smiled. “I’ll see you after work.”

As Weiss closed her locker and got herself ready to face another day of customers, she noticed Lotta putting on her uniform next to her. “Hey, do you wanna take a second crack at that shopping trip idea?”

“Oh, uh, sorry, Weiss,” Lotta replied. “I gotta head home after work. Need to finish editing my–” She froze, then giggled nervously. “I-I mean, um, I’m just tired! Yeah!”

“You’re not a very good liar, are you, Lotta?” Weiss smirked.

“…No,” Lotta sighed. “Okay, look. Don’t tell Terry what I’m doing, but… I’m making a documentary. About us, our relationship, how we met, how he…” She blushed and looked away. “Y-You know. Brainwashed me.”

“Oh, wow,” Weiss gasped. “That’s a lot of work. You sure you’re gonna be able to get it done in time?”

“Yeah, most of it’s already done,” Lotta said. “Just gotta finish the sound mix and export. I could maybe squeeze it in tomorrow, but that’s… not really how my brain works, y’know?”

“I think so, yeah,” Weiss nodded. “I imagine being in the news game really hammers in the importance of getting stuff in ahead of deadline.”

“Exactly,” Lotta smiled. “I’m glad you get it.” She huffed and crossed her arms. “Unlike that new reporter, Sheridan. Ugh. How do they even let you graduate without you having a proper work ethic?”

“I don’t know, but that sounds kinda like a ‘you’ problem,” Weiss said. “Same with the movie. If you need any help, feel free to ask, but I gotta focus on my own stuff.”

“Yeah, for sure.” Lotta hugged Weiss and kissed her on the cheek. “Good luck!”

Weiss watched dumbfounded as Lotta skipped out into the dining room. She rubbed the spot on her cheek and smiled. “…She really is beautiful, isn’t she?”

The day was even slower than before, if that was possible. Even fewer people came in, and they didn’t even get any women coming in to ask about Terry. Weiss leaned against the podium at the front of the restaurant and sighed. I bet most of them are already at his place, trying to get in his pants…

“Excuse me?”

“Hm?” Weiss looked up. A woman was standing in front of her, college-aged, as pretty as any other girl in Sleepy Valley. “Oh, are you looking for the boss? He’s at home again today.”

“Oh, no, I… already saw him.” The girl cleared her throat. “I’m here to eat.”

“Ah! Right, of course!” Weiss smiled and showed her to an empty table. As she sat down, Weiss realized she recognized her from somewhere. Right, she was… standing on the dock the other day. And she had a gift for him… “Will you be expecting any other guests, miss…?”

“Kimberly,” the girl replied. “And, um, no. Just me.”

Maybe I could pick her brain about him… and that gift… “Well… would you mind if I sat down for a sec, then?” Weiss asked. “It’s just, I sprained my foot the other day, and it’s still a little sore…”

“Oh, um… sure!” Kimberly replied. “Sorry you’re not feeling well.”

“I’ll be alright,” Weiss sighed, pretending to wince a little as she sat down. “I just need to take a break every now and then. You know, just relax, take a deep breath, kinda turn my brain off a little.”

“Yeah, I totally get it,” Kimberly nodded.

“It’s kinda nice, y’know? I mean, just taking that nice, deep breath…” Weiss inhaled slowly. “And letting it out, feeling some of that tension start to slip away. It’s so relaxing.”

Kimberly nodded again, unconsciously breathing in time with Weiss.

“Sometimes I like to put on a podcast,” Weiss continued, “or some music. Just tuning out the rest of the world. Focusing on something else. Focusing on listening closely.”

“Yeah…” Kimberly smiled. “Focused…”

“So focused, so relaxed, so calm,” Weiss said, “letting everything just slide past you. You don’t need to worry about a thing. Just lean back, relax, and listen. You can do that, right?”

“Um… y-yeah…” Kimberly blinked a couple times. “I feel… funny…”

“You feel relaxed, Kimberly,” Weiss whispered. “You’ve had a long day. You just want to turn your brain off a little. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Nothing… wrong…” Kimberly sank into her chair and closed her eyes. “Yes…”

“That’s right,” Weiss purred. “That’s exactly right, Kimberly. You know nothing is wrong. You feel good. You feel relaxed. You feel focused, on my voice, my words. Feeling them make you more and more relaxed, slowing your thoughts down. You like how this feels, don’t you?”

“Yeah…” Kimberly drooled.

Weiss grinned. God, I forgot how much fun this could be. I’m actually pretty good at this. Not quite as good as Terry, but damn good. “Is it ok if I ask you a few questions, Kimberly?”

“Sure…”

“How did you meet Terry?”

“Mmm, Terry…” Kimberly smiled dreamily. “I ran into him on campus… think he was, um… doing a business… talk… thingy…? And I just… I thought he was so handsome… so smart, so funny… he made me feel good… like… this…”

“He has a way with words, that’s for sure,” Weiss smirked. “You brought him a gift the other day, didn’t you?”

“Yes… a… a cookbook…”

Weiss paused. “…A cookbook.”

“Yeah…”

“I see.” Weiss furrowed her brow. Wow, this girl is… boring. No wonder Terry didn’t select her. She’s pretty, but there’s nothing much there beyond that. “Well. Listen carefully, Kimberly.” She stood up and straightened her skirt. “When I tap your forehead, you’ll wake up feeling alert and refreshed. You’ll forget all about this little moment between us. It’ll feel like you just blinked.”

“Blinked…” Kimberly nodded slightly.

Weiss tapped her forehead. “So, can I get you started with a drink?”

“Huh?” Kimberly blinked and looked up at her. “Oh, um… yes. Uh, a coke, if you have that.”

“You’ve got it,” Weiss smiled. As she turned around, she noticed another customer waiting up at the podium. She was a bit older – early 40s, curvy, clearly proud of her prodigious chest. And Weiss also recognized her as one of the women seeking to join Terry’s harem.

Weiss smiled. I guess today might not be so slow after all…

“…And you know how nice this feels,” Weiss purred, gently stroking the older woman’s bicep. “You’ve felt it so many times before, when you’ve been under Terry’s spell.”

“Oh, Terry…” the woman whimpered. Her cheeks went flushed. “He makes me… feel so good…”

“And you remember that feeling so intensely now,” Weiss continued, “that sleepy, peaceful feeling. So relaxed, so aroused, so–”

“Holy shit!”

Weiss jumped back, startled, to see a college-aged girl watching her hypnotize this woman. “O-Oh! Um! C-Can I help you?”

“Sorry!” the girl whispered. “I didn’t mean to startle you. D-Did I wake her up?”

“Um…” Weiss raised an eyebrow. “No?”

“Good,” the girl sighed. “I didn’t want to blow up your spot. Is it ok if I watch?”

“You…” Weiss blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Oh, right, that’s…” The girl blushed. “Th-That probably sounds kinda weird, huh? See, I’m… I-I, um… I recognized your… voice.”

“…From…?”

“From your… files.”

Weiss’s eyes widened. “You’re a subscriber? To my Patreon?”

The girl squeaked and nodded vigorously.

“…Huh.” Weiss chuckled. “Well, thank you for listening. Didn’t expect to find a fan here at my day job.”

“Oh… I-I’m not gonna get you in trouble, am I?”

“God, no. Terry knows all about my stuff, he’s cool with it.”

The girl whimpered. “T-Terry… oh, gosh…”

Wait a sec… is this girl also one of the people who visited Terry the other day? Weiss smirked. Well, well.

“Hm…” the older woman murmured, blinking a few times. “Whas… what’s going… on…?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Weiss smiled. “Just–” Snap! “Sleep.”

“Ohhhhh…” the woman sighed, slumping back in her chair.

“Hhhhhholy shit,” the younger girl whispered. “God. That’s so hot.”

“Yeah?” Weiss grinned. “You like seeing the Mistress in action?”

“Yes, Mis–” The girl gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth. “I. I-I. I wasn’t. Um. Uh.”

“You look cute when you’re flustered,” Weiss giggled. “What’s your name?”

“…Eve,” the girl muttered.

“Well, Eve, how about you take a seat next to me and enjoy the show?” Weiss pulled out another chair at the table.

“Oh, I… I shouldn’t…” Eve looked over at the older woman and bit her lip. “Y-You know, that’s… my history professor. Mrs. Rosado.”

“Really?” Weiss smiled. “Fascinating. You like seeing her like this?”

Eve mewled and looked down at the floor. “She’s. Um. P-Pretty.”

“That’s right.” Weiss reached over and cupped Eve’s chin, tilting her head up. “And she’s deep for me right now. Think about it. Your pretty professor is under the spell of your online crush. How’s that make you feel?”

“I-I… I can’t…” Eve whined and squeezed her thighs together. “H-How will she react when…?”

“She won’t remember a thing. I give you my word.” Weiss paused. “Of course, you already know you can trust me. You’ve trusted me so many times before. Every time you’ve listened. Every time you’ve let me words worm their way into your mind.”

“Oh…” Eve gasped. “I’m… I’m cooked… huh…?”

“So cooked,” Weiss grinned. “Well-done, I’d say. Because you know how exactly how easy it would be to bring you down into trance right now. I just did it to Mrs. Rosado, and she’s a stranger. But you? You’ve been training yourself for me. For this moment. All you have to do is ask.”

Eve whimpered and whined. She looked up at Weiss, eyes wide and pleading. “…Please… Mistress Weiss…?”

Weiss licked her lips. “Good girl.” Snap! “Sleep.”

Eve sighed and sank into Weiss’s arms. Weiss put her on the chair next to her and smiled at her two new hypnotized babes. “Well, now. You girls don’t mind if I ask you a few questions, do you?”

“No,” Mrs. Rosado whispered.

“No, Mistress Weiss,” Eve murmured.

“Thank you. And let’s start hearing that from you too, Mrs. Rosado.”

“Yes… M-Mistress Weiss…”

“Very good.” Weiss leaned back and kicked her feet up on the table. “So. How did you two meet Terry?”

“At a park… Mistress Weiss…” Mrs. Rosado replied. “I was on a… bench… and he sat down next to me… whispered in my ear…”

“I met him at the mall…” Eve sighed. “I was in line at… the pretzel place… he offered to buy me something…”

“I see, I see,” Weiss nodded. “And when you two brought him gifts, what did you buy?”

“I bought him… a watch…” Mrs. Rosado said.

“Like, a pocketwatch?”

Mrs. Rosado shook her head. “A Rolex…”

“Hm.” Weiss turned to Eve. “And what about you?”

“I…” Eve blushed. “I didn’t… buy anything…”

“Oh?” Weiss leaned forward. “So, what was your gift?”

“…A blowjob… Mistress Weiss…”

Weiss sighed. She was disappointed, but also a little relieved. She knew now what made the difference between a girl in Terry’s harem and a girl he had a casual fling with. None of these girls seemed to really know him at all, or have any real desire to. They were attracted to him, physically, but that wasn’t the same thing as being in love.

“Alright,” Weiss said finally. “Mrs. Rosado, I want you to find all your memories of this little encounter starting to fade away. You’ll forget all about what we discussed, and what we did together.”

“Yes… Mistress Weiss…”

“And as for you, Eve…” Weiss smiled. “You’ll remember everything. I hope you enjoy it.”

Eve mewled. “Y-Yes, Mistress Weiss…”

Weiss stood up and stretched out her back. “And on the count of three, you’ll both be wide awake, alert and refreshed. One, two, three.” Snap!

“Hm?” Mrs. Rosado blinked. “Oh, excuse me, dear… I think I must be more tired than I…” She looked to the side, bewildered. “Eve? What are you doing here?”

“Ah!” Eve blushed. “I… I-I… wanted to ask you about… our… essay project?”

“Oh… yes, of course, that makes sense.” Mrs. Rosado looked up and smiled at Weiss. “Please excuse us for a moment. I’ll be ready to order soon.”

“Take your time, ma’am.” Weiss winked at Eve and sauntered off. Now I know what rock bottom effort looks like. I just need to do better than that.

…No, that’s not true. I need to do better than what the other girls in the harem are doing. I’m gonna pour my heart and soul into this… once I know what it is.

It was almost the end of Weiss’s shift when Jay walked in and headed for the back. Weiss spotted the girl practically skipping through the room, wearing casual clothes… and a dog collar. Honestly… that girl’s gonna get herself in trouble one of these days if she can’t remember to act like a human around the…

She paused. And smiled. Well… maybe I can use that to my advantage.

Weiss followed Jay into the locker room and caught her right as she was taking her top off. Weiss whistled appreciatively.

“Oh!” Jay gasped, turning around in surprise. “Weiss! Hi!”

“Hey,” Weiss smiled, stepping closer. “I think you’ll have an easy shift, it’s been basically dead all day.”

“Yeah, the other girls said the same thing,” Jay nodded. “Apparently, a lot of the women who might grab a bite here are all trying to get with Master.”

“A lot of them, yes.” Weiss kept moving closer, standing behind her. “But I saw a few earlier.”

“Oh?”

“And you know what I did?”

“Um… t-took their order?”

Weiss suddenly reached forward and groped Jay from behind. “I hypnotized them. Took control, right in the middle of the dining room.”

“Ah!” Jay whimpered, biting her lip and leaning into her touch. “G-God…”

“You can imagine that, can’t you?” Weiss giggled, kissing Jay on the neck. “A pretty girl, dropping deep for me… letting go of all the parts of her that can think, and reason. You know what they reminded me of, Jay?”

The other girl whined and bit her lip.

“Dogs,” Weiss grinned. “Dumb, obedient dogs that only live to please their owners. Just. Like. You.”

“R-Ruff!” Jay barked, her tongue sticking out past her lips as she panted. “Ruff! Ruff!”

“Good girl, good girl!” Weiss cooed, ruffling the dog-girl’s hair. “C’mon, get on your paws.”

Jay knelt down on all fours and nuzzled Weiss’s leg. “Ruff! Ruff!”

“That’s my girl,” Weiss chuckled. “No more pretending anymore. You don’t need to act like a human. We both know you’re happier like this.”

“Ruff!” Jay grinned stupidly, the kind of guileless, thoughtless smile that could only come from an animal. There wasn’t any sign of intelligence in her eyes. She really, truly believed she was a dog.

“Does the puppy want belly rubs? I bet she does!”

Jay nodded and rolled over onto her back.

“Good girl!” Weiss scritched the dog’s belly and groped her tits some more. “Puppy likes this, doesn’t she?”

“Rrrrruff…” Jay mewled.

“Yeah, I know you do, girl.” Weiss stood up and placed her foot on Jay’s chest. “But I need you to answer a couple questions for me. So, coming up on one, two three…” Snap!

“Rruh?” Jay blinked, human thoughts starting to return to her. “W-Weiss…?”

“Hi there, puppy,” Weiss smiled. “I won’t keep you long. I’m just curious… what did you have planned for Terr Bear’s big day?”

“Oh!” Jay smiled. “Sure, I can tell you! I’ve been taking obedience classes for him. I was gonna surprise him, like, show him what I did and let him play with me.”

Weiss raised an eyebrow. “Obedience classes? But… you’re already obedient towards him.”

Jay giggled. “No, silly, not human classes. I’ve been taking my friend’s dog to a trainer, and…” She blushed and bit her lip. “A-Amber helped me, like, internalize all that stuff. So I can be a better dog for him!”

“Ah…” Weiss rubbed her chin. Right, Amber. No doubt she’s planning something extravagant for him. And with my luck, it’ll include me too… I’ll have to deal with that at some point, no doubt. “That’s… actually kinda adorable.”

“Right?” Jay beamed. “I felt sooooo clever for coming up with it! I bet he’s gonna be super surprised when he sees me!”

“I’m sure he will.” Weiss knelt down and took her foot off Jay’s chest. “You’ll be a very, very good dog for him, Jay. But, before then…” She groped Jay’s tits. “I think you should be a good dog for me.”

“Rrrrruff!” Jay barked, eyes growing glassy and distant.

“That’s right!” Weiss chuckled. “Just sink in to that fuzzy puppy feeling as it gets–” Snap! “Stronger–” Snap! “And stronger–” Snap! “And stronger.”

Jay whined and stuck her tongue out.

Weiss ruffled her hair and smiled. “How about you show me some of those new tricks, puppy?”

“Ooh, cute!” squealed a new voice in the room. “I love it when Jay gets all puppyheaded!”

Weiss looked up and saw Gabby skipping up to them. “Oh, hey. You’re starting your shift soon too?”

“Yeah!” Gabby nodded, flashing a toothy grin. “But I’ve always got time for our puppy!” She reached down and scritched under Jay’s chin. “Isn’t that right, girl? You’re being such a good doggy!”

“Ruff!” Jay replied.

“She really is adorable, isn’t she?” Weiss sighed, sitting down on a bench and continuing to play with Jay’s hair.

“Totally!” Gabby giggled. “So, how’ve you been, by the way? I feel like we never see each other.”

“Yeah, I suppose our schedules just don’t line up very much,” Weiss shrugged. “I’m doing… fine, I guess. Bit nervous, though.”

“Oh? How come?”

“Well, Terry’s birthday is coming up…”

“Gosh, I know, right?” Gabby grinned. “It’s gonna be amazing! I’ve got the perfect gift picked out for him too!”

“That’s wonderful,” Weiss muttered, gritting her teeth.

“So what are you getting him?”

Weiss scratched her head and looked away. “That’s what I’m nervous about. I still haven’t found anything that’s good enough. And, of course, it’s just a couple days away…”

Gabby shuddered and closed her eyes.

“Hm?” Weiss looked back at her. “You alright?”

“…Yeah,” Gabby smirked. “Peachy.” She looked down at Jay, who was now shaking her butt in an imitation of a dog wagging its tail. “Y’know,” she continued, reaching into her pocket, “I’ve been teaching our puppy how to do a few new tricks.”

“You have?” Weiss raised an eyebrow. “Huh. She said she was working with Amber, but… didn’t mention anything about you.”

“Well, she probably just didn’t think of it. You know how she is. All scatterbrained and such.” Gabby smiled deviously. “Wanna see?”

“Um… sure?” Weiss furrowed her brow. She’s acting a little weird… but I haven’t really spent too much time with her. I’m probably just being a little paranoid.

“It’s real simple,” Gabby explained. “All I do is–”

Click!

Jay gasped. Her eyes shot open, staring at nothing.

“Ooh, clicker training,” Weiss grinned. “That’s always fun.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Gabby chuckled. Click! “Up, girl.”

Jay shot to her feet, standing at attention.

“Good girl!” Click! “Pleasure…”

“G-Guhhh…” Jay whimpered as her cock started to become erect.

“Oh, this is, uh…” Weiss cleared her throat. “A-A little more direct than I’d expect from you, Gabby.”

The younger girl smiled. “That’s funny. I never said I was Gabby.” Click! “Pin her down.”

Jay barked and grabbed Weiss, throwing her to the floor and holding her there.

“Ow!” Weiss winced. “W-What the fuck, Gabby?”

“Oh, poor little Weiss,” Gabby cooed. “Utterly helpless against my attack dog’s strength. And you still haven’t figured out who’s really pulling the strings here.”

Weiss’s eyes widened. “…Poppy?!”

“Aaaaaaaand there it is!” Poppy cackled. She hopped up and did a handstand directly over Weiss’s head, holding her face just above her. “Y’know, you’re a lot dumber than you look.”

“And you’re a lot ruder,” Weiss fumed. “You’ve made your point. Now let me go!”

“Oh, but that’s so boring!” Poppy rolled onto her back and laid down. “Besides, why would I do that when I can play with my other programmed pet?”

Weiss gulped. “P-Programmed? You don’t mean…?”

“You?” Poppy grinned. “Why, of course!” She poked Weiss’s forehead, making “beep” and “boop” sounds. “You’re just a mindless programmed robot, after all. A little computer I can rewrite and order to do all kinds of things.”

“S-Stop,” Weiss groaned. She couldn’t remember Gabby ever giving her a trigger like that, but she could certainly feel something shifting in her mind.

“Nope!” Poppy kept tapping and making computer-y noises. “I’m just putting in the password to access your mind… You can keep trying to struggle, by the way. That’ll make things go even faster. Diverting resources away from security, pointlessly exhausting yourself against my attack dog. I mean, I’ve got all day, but why delay what’s already coming?”

“Haahhh…” Weiss’s eyes fluttered. She could really feel it now, the firewalls in her mind giving way to Poppy’s hacking. And as she subconsciously fought Jay’s iron grip, she felt her mind slowing down even further. Everything Poppy said was coming true. “B-Buh… when did… you…?”

“When did I program you?” Poppy giggled. “You don’t remember?”

“Noooo…”

“Why, it’s obvious, silly!” Poppy tapped one last time on Weiss’s forehead. “Riiiiiiiiiight… now!”

The next time Weiss could think, she was standing naked in Terry’s office.

She knew she couldn’t move. She hadn’t even tried yet, but that fact was somehow so ingrained in her consciousness that it blipped across her mind before her own thoughts could even start. She blinked a few times, trying to reorient herself.

She felt one arm straight down at her side. The other was up by her head, giving a crisp salute. She was standing at attention, her back perfectly straight.

Out of the corner of her vision, she saw Poppy using Terry’s computer. Did she… use me for… this…?

Poppy chuckled. “Is my little robot starting to have thoughts again?”

“Ngh…” Weiss grunted. “You… what…?”

“Not very many, looks like,” the younger girl smirked. “But, what the hey. If you’ve got any questions, shoot.”

Weiss swallowed. Forcing her mind to formulate and speak a complete sentence was a monumental challenge. It was like all the gears in her mind had been stuck together with glue, and she needed to overcharge a motor to unstick them. “…What did you mean by… ‘right now?’”

“Funny that that’s your first one. Did you forget? I’m the best at instant inductions. All I had to do was surprise you and get you horny, and you’d melt in an instant. Especially after the week you’ve been having.”

Weiss mewled. She knew Poppy was right. A whole week of being controlled and manipulated by nearly every girl in Terry’s harem had rendered her defenses functionally eroded. “S-So… why are we here? Why… me?”

“Well, you were there, first off,” Poppy giggled. “But you’re also a manager. You had the keys to the office, and the password to the computer. And now I’m getting what I need for my gift for Terry’s big day.”

“But…” Weiss frowned. “Don’t you already have a gift?”

“Gabby has a gift,” Poppy snapped. “But I’m his girlfriend too, and I’m sick of people forgetting that. We share a body, but I’ll be damned if I go another year without getting him something on my own.” She turned back to the keyboard and grumbled. “You’re all the same… treating me like I don’t exist, like I’m nothing…”

Weiss blinked. “Poppy, I… I’m sorry–”

“Shut up!” Poppy shouted. “On your knees, bot!”

“W-Wait,” Weiss protested, even as her body betrayed her and lowered to the ground.

“I have heard enough from all of you,” Poppy growled. “Terry’s the only one, the only one who treats me like I’m my own person. Not just an extension of Gabby. I love him just as much as her, as any of you…” She blinked away tears. “Do you even realize how awful I felt, running out of time to get him something? Having to join in on Gabby’s gift? I let him down. I let all his attention, all his love, come to nothing. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“How do you think I feel?” Weiss retorted. “I’m trying to find something too! I-I just need–”

“I. Don’t. Care.” Gabby crouched down next to Weiss. “I’ve got what I need. But you are gonna do something for me.” She pulled on Weiss’s hair and yanked her head back. “You’re taking my shift tonight.”

Weiss’s eyes widened. “No, wait, I-I… I still need to find my–”

Poppy tapped Weiss on the forehead. “And of course, you won’t remember any of this… will you, bot?”

“I… I… I-I…” Weiss’s eyes slipped shut. “I forget.”

Poppy grinned. “Good answer.”

The rest of the day passed by in a blur.

Weiss performed her job just as she was told, like she was trained to.

She clocked out, like she was trained to.

She drove home, like she was trained to.

And she got into bed and went to sleep.

Her mission forgotten, like she was trained to.