“God, Chris, I just can’t handle you sometimes!” Vicky shouted at the top of her lungs in the middle of the carnival, throwing her arms around as she continued to berate and humiliate her boyfriend. “I pay good money for these tickets, and all you want to do is hang out with your friends?! Seriously?!”

Vicky threw her fountain soda cup on the ground in frustration. Chris, her boyfriend who was apparently abandoning her to ‘chill with his bros’, stared with an awkward, embarrassed smile on his face.

“We’ve been planning this date for months!”

“Babe, I know, and I love you so much, but I just wanna say hi to Tiger and Malik for a minute!” Chris complained as he went up to Vicky and rubbed her arms softly. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll be right back in... a few minutes? Maybe two or three hours?”

God, he was so stupid, was all Vicky could think about. Why was he being so casual about this? About casually leaving Vicky alone for hours? If there was a male equivalent to ditzy bimbo, Chris was probably it.

“It is a big deal, though,” Vicky snarled. “We meant to have this day for ourselves! For our six-month anniversary! We’ve only had 30 minutes together, so why are you... just leaving now?”

Chris stared at her with the same idiotic smile on his face. “Uh... because it’s fun?”

Vicky blinked. She totally did not hear him right, just now. Did he seriously just lose enough brain cells to say abandoning his girlfriend for his bros would be fun?

“Babe? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, you know what, go with your friends. I’ll enjoy the carnival, alone,” Vicky spat. “Why don’t you go home alone, too.”

“Babe! Thanks for giving me the day with my friends!” Chris was completely oblivious, obviously, and he didn’t have the mental knowledge to know how hurt Vicky was. “Love you, babe!”

Chris grabbed Vicky’s shoulder and pulled her head in so he could give her a quick peck before leaving her to celebrate her six-month anniversary on her own. What a fucking moron. She was so pissed! She had half a mind to break his spine right then and there. Why did she love him? Why was she still with this complete idiot?

She wanted to cry, but Vicky grabbed her scarf and wiped her tears clean with it. She pouted to herself and hid her reddened face as she explored the carnival, looking for the most thrilling ride, or the event that would excite her the most. Moving to sit on a bench, Vicky opened her bag and peered through to find the carnival guide. It was almost time for the next event in the main hallway, maybe she should go check that out?

Vicky wondered what the event was, until she saw the words plain as day — ‘Stage Hypnotist Velarie’. Velarie was a pretty popular Stage Hypnotist — she was surprised this trashy small carnival could afford hiring someone like her. Might as well go check it out, though; not that Vicky believed in any of that bullshit in the slightest.

Being in a small city, there weren’t a ton of people to attend the carnival in general, and even less people seemed interested in the stage hypnosis. There were probably... a dozen, maybe two dozen people there. It wasn’t too much, but it was just enough for Vicky to be able to get her mind off of what just happened.

It seemed she stumbled into the middle of the session, judging by the fact Velarie had already started.

“...and then you put the subject into a trance, a cool, mindless place where you can alter their brain waves and make them do what you want,” Velarie explained, throwing her hands around in a wild motion. Some people seemed interested for sure, but most were just scrolling through their phones or chatting to one another.

“So! That’s how, erm, hypnosis works. Do we have any volunteers? Anyone who wants to go blank and do as I say?” She requested with a giggle. Unsurprisingly, no one’s hands shot up.

Vicky considered it, and then she considered leaving. But then she thought — if this person could put her into a mindless place, maybe she could make Vicky forget about Chris for a moment. Any time Vicky wouldn’t have to think about Chris would be special to her, especially after how he abandoned her so callously and so casually. Maybe it was worth a try... even though it seemed like complete bunk.

“Anyone? Anyone? Going once, going twice...”

Vicky’s hand slowly creeped up to volunteer. Velarie noticed her and greeted her with eye contact and a gleeful smile on her face. “Perfect! Yes, you, come on right down.”

Vicky wandered towards the stairs, ignoring the onlookers staring at her like she was nuts. One even shouted out, ‘you go, girl!’ Vicky ignored them.

She approached the stage, meekly stepping up and sitting down on the chair next to Velarie. Velarie was an older woman with pale brown skin, freckles, and a larger body type; her eyes were drooped, slightly covered by her headwear. “Welcome, newcomer! May I have your name?”

“Vicky. My name is Vicky.”

“Vicky! What a lovely name.” Velarie’s voice was soft and welcoming, almost pulling Vicky into a trance by itself. “How familiar are you with hypnosis?”

“Um... not at all. Barely knew anything about it up until now. Still barely know anything about it,” Vicky said with a bitter smirk and chuckle. “Does it, well, actually work?”

Velarie giggled back, with a knowing deep laugh. “Well, why don’t you see for yourself? Get a feel for it. Y’know, just start by telling me what’s on your mind. What’s ailing you, young woman?”

Vicky bit her lip. Did she really want to tell Velarie, in front of this room of random people, how much Chris hurt her? Maybe Vicky would get some sick satisfaction out of it, with people knowing how much of an asshole Chris was.

“Well, my boyfriend and I came here together for our six month anniversary,” Vicky started, avoiding eye contact so that it’d be less painful for her to talk about. “And, we were having a good time... until he found his friends he always abandons me for. And then, lo and behold! He’s gone! And I’m alone on what should have been a special day!”

Velarie looked at Vicky with a sympathetic expression on her face, as Vicky continued to vent about her terrible boyfriend. “He doesn’t care about my feelings, he just leaves me here because it’s fun for him. Or maybe he’s too stupid to care. I love him, but... I don’t want to love him. I don’t want to love people who keep treating me like dirt. Feels like that’s all guys. So... if you could, maybe, make me love him less... make me love terrible guys less... y’know, that’d be nice.”

Vicky was tearing up by the end of her rant. Velarie didn’t break her empathetic expression, and in fact lifted a hand on top of Vicky’s to comfort her slightly. She swore she could hear giggling from one of the audience members, but she suppressed the urge to stand up and break their limbs.

“It sounds like you’ve been through quite a lot, dear,” Velarie started. Vicky could see her pull out her pocketwatch, a beautiful creation with silver and gold hues and a floral engraving. “That will all go away soon. Soon, you’ll just follow my words into trance, dropping into a place where I can make you feel better... where I can take all your pain away.”

The hypnosis was probably already starting. Vicky didn’t feel much, but she did feel a bit put off. She stared into the pocketwatch, expecting it to drop her immediately and being rather disappointed.

“If you just look into the pocketwatch, you may find refractions of light all over. Warm light engulfing it, engulfing your eyes, making your eyes feel a little more heavy...” She was right — Vicky’s eyes did feel slightly more heavy, and she found herself struggling to look up at the pocketwatch as it swung back and forth in front of her eyes.

“You may also be taken in by the colors, how gorgeous it is, how soothing the colors look for you. And if you just follow my words, you’ll find yourself relaxing more and more, feeling more at peace... more ready to drop into a deep sleep. More suggestible to my words... more, more. More. That’s right, girlie. Just sink deeper and deeper into the warm, soft, velvet chair... maybe feeling your arms going limp a little...”

Vicky did feel those things. Just at being suggested to feel those things, it came so easily to Vicky. So easily... so hypnotically... Vicky’s mind began to fade as she got deeper and deeper into the trance, feeling more and more mindless. More safe.

“Just follow my words, and at my snap, you’ll go into a deep, dark place. Five... feeling so mindless and carefree... four, slumping down a little... three, letting your mind go and drifting out of the room... two...”

Vicky dropped into what she considered to be trance when the hypnotist snapped her fingers and said, “one, and drop.”

* * *

The next thing Vicky heard was a voice — many voices, actually; many outdoor voices as she realized she was now outside of the hypnotist’s tent and in the open. But she did hear one person’s voice, more gratingly than usual — Chris.

“Hey babe! Wake up!” Vicky heard Chris snap his fingers, and Vicky awoke, wide and alert. “What’s going on? I’ve been saying hi for a while!”

“Oh. I guess I didn’t see you there,” Vicky said bitterly, though that wasn’t a lie. Why had she forgotten what had happened? How much time had passed? It seemed like a lot of time passed, judging by the way the sun was beginning to set upon the horizon line. “What do you want? I thought you were with your friends.”

“Yeah, we’re going to the bar.” Vicky expected an invitation to join them, but no such thing came. However, Vicky was surprised when Chris embraced her with his arms, wrapping himself around her. “You like, wanna text me when you get home?”

Vicky noticed something immediately. Did Chris always smell this bad? She could swear she was able to brush it off before, but his sweat was just too overpowering and gross. Not to mention, his embrace felt suffocating — it almost felt like pins and needles around her.

Something clicked in Vicky. She hated Chris. She didn’t love him anymore! The hypnosis worked! Maybe that was actually a bad thing? In a way, she felt free. She felt able to step away and make her own decisions, once again.

Vicky pushed him off, greeting his confusion with a disgusted face. “Actually, I don’t think I’ll text you. I think we should call it off here.”

“Call... what off?” Chris blinked.

“Our relationship, you stupid idiot!” Vicky spat. “I deserve someone better, someone who actually cares about my feeling. Not some stupid guy who doesn’t have any self-awareness.”

“Yeah, you do!” Chris echoed excitedly. His face fell as he realized what that meant. “Wait, so you’re... breaking up with me?”

Vicky paused. How had she dated this guy for six months? How had she not gotten bored or sick of him in that time? He was so stupid! Her standards should have always been much higher. What were her standards exactly, even?

Why did the idea of dating a guy not appeal to her anymore?

“I’ll let you figure that one out,” Vicky grabbed her purse and turned around, walking away and leaving her ex-boyfriend in the dust. “Bye, Chris.”

And, somehow, that felt freeing. No more stupid guys. No more stupid Chris. As Vicky left the carnival with a satisfied yet aggravated look on her face, she wondered — ‘where will I go now?’

* * *

The carnival was by no means big, but sunset had already hit by the time Vicky reached her car. She dropped inside to the driver’s seat, putting her hands over her head as she took a deep, frustrated sigh. To think that her “perfect” six month anniversary would end in an anticlimactic breakup — one that her now-ex boyfriend didn’t entirely understand.

A thought occurred to her — one that had never crossed her mind before. Why did she like guys so much? Ever since hitting puberty, she was essentially boy-crazy. She’d fall in love with every above-average male specimen she could get her hands on. And each time, she’d think ‘this is the one! This is him, finally!’ Only to be sorely disappointed in a matter of months, weeks, or even days.

Maybe she needed a change. Or maybe she just needed someone with a bit more... experience, so to speak. Maybe the personals section on the dating website would have something nice — usually male sex workers would be perusing there, searching for their next client. They were usually smoking hot — not the kind of guy Vicky could ever dream of dating.

Funnily enough, though, as Vicky scrolled through the advertisements, topless pictures, and braggings about dick size, she found herself oddly disconnected. Even the guy she peered at a few months ago seemed oddly off. Something was missing. What was missing? Vicky didn’t feel any sort of spark or arousal looking through the pictures. What did she need most, right now? A nap, probably, and a bottle of her finest wine.

Just as Vicky was about to give up and head home, she saw one ad in particular — posted only a few minutes ago. Clad in black latex and leather, and donning a whip and a leash on a collar, the person spiked feelings in Vicky that she didn’t know she had before. Oh god — this was the one.

There was a small problem for Vicky; this person was most decidedly a woman. Vicky never found herself attracted to women in the slightest; even her lesbian best friends would wonder how she’d never have a girl crush in her life, ever. Vicky never saw the appeal — after all, everything she wanted she could get from a guy, right? So why was this woman — ‘Madame Fate’, she was called, as if this was indeed Vicky’s fate — why did she awaken these things in her?

Something clicked in Vicky. This was it. This was the change she needed. No better time than the present to experiment, right? This woman was attractive. And Vicky had the money to pay her for a good time, for the time to help her forget about Chris and all of her other sub-optimal ex-boyfriends.

After all, the ad itself said, “let me brainwash you into obsession with beautiful women.” It was perfect. Maybe women were the right fit for Vicky.

The blonde, short woman took an inhale and hit message. What was she to explain? Regardless, Vicky started typing into her phone keyboard — everything she could think of: her recent breakup, her sudden need to experiment, and how smitten she was by Madame Fate. After a few cursory read-throughs, Vicky was satisfied with her message and hit the send button.

A wave of anxiety washed over her. What had she done? Was she really going to pay a hot woman to fuck her senseless — something she’d only ever considered doing with hot men?

She wasn’t given much time to think about it, when Madame Fate responded only a few minutes later. An address for a nearby motel to meet at, and a payment link for her.

Not how Vicky was expecting to spend her 6 month anniversary — but she was willing to take it.

* * *

The motel was thankfully not too far away — after all, Vicky only set the mile limit to 25 miles on the app. She was low on gas, and she’d almost run out as soon as she hit the motel.

The motel itself looked... quite sleazy. The paint on the outside walls was thinning, revealing the brick exterior. One of the bright letters on the motel sign was cut out. It wasn’t crappy as much as the ones Vicky had gone to during road trips, as well. That was both a blessing and a curse, considering Vicky was apparently staying the night there, but also apparently because she was paying for it.

She took out her keys, grabbed her purse, and went inside. The lobby looked much less gross than the outside did — at least, unless there were bed bugs or cockroaches under the plush red couches. The motel keeper and receptionist looked quite bored until Vicky walked in.

“Hi,” Vicky started, quite meekly. “I’m here for a room with... Madame Fate?” A rush of hot embarrassment came over her face as she tried to grab the receipt, or anything that would help her. “We have a 7pm appointment in room... um...”

“It’s 332, dear.” Vicky whipped around as she saw none other than the woman from the ads standing in front of her — the look on her gorgeous soft face was much more beautiful, and ages more welcoming past the domineering look. “Glad to see you made it safe! This is one of my favorite motels; I can promise you’ll grow to like it.”

“Oh... uh, nice to meet you,” Vicky extended her hand for a warm accepting handshake. “This is, uh, my first time doing something like this, so...”

“Oh, not to worry, dear,” Madame Fate reassured. “I’ve done this with plenty of first timers. Let’s get into our cute room, though — I’ve already decorated it and everything.”

Vicky wondered how in the world she’d have decorated it — did she live there or something? Regardless, Vicky followed the Madame with a smile, ignoring the weird and dirty looked the receptionists were giving her and her new sex worker.

* * *

Whatever Vicky was expecting, it certainly wasn’t this. She was expecting rose petals on the bed and a glass of champagne for the two of them. Instead, she was met with fairy lights, polaroids of sexy poses Fate took, cherry blossom petals, and a glass of vodka on the bedside table.

“Take a seat on the bed,” Madame Fate urged. “Make yourself at home; make yourself feel safe.”

Vicky took her up on the offer, sitting on the bed — it was well made and the cherry blossoms were quite the nice touch.

“So,” Madame Fate sat next to her, putting a hand on Vicky’s and chuckling at the way Vicky’s face went beet red. “Your first time with a woman, right?”

“Yeah,” Vicky responded with a gulp.

“How long have you been considering it?”

Vicky paused, debating if she wanted to disclose that. “I never considered it until I saw your ad.”

“Oh!” Madame Fate responded with delightful surprise. “I guess you’ve already been hypnotized by me, then!”

Vicky thought of something... maybe that’s what the hypnotist back at the carnival did? Not that she’d have any complaints — Vicky couldn’t get herself to think about that, not with the way her mind stuck on Madame Fate. Specifically, her soft face, her warm hands, and her nice, round tits underneath her latex dress. It was as if the hypnotist put a block in her mind, preventing her from remembering too much.

“I suppose so,” Vicky laughed. “I just... you’re very beautiful. I... well, I kind of dumped my boyfriend today. So I guess this is my very strange way of rebounding.”

“Oh, love,” Madame Fate sighed sympathetically. “I’m so sorry to hear about your boyfriend. You can talk about it, if you want. Or... we can talk about something else.”

Vicky gulped, suddenly having the worst thought to say.

“I don’t think I want to talk,” she said, hesitating before saying the next bit with a wide grin. “I think I just want you to fuck me until I can’t talk. Or think.”

Madame Fate burst into laughter, laughter loud enough to make Vicky startle and feel a bit bashful at the way she just came onto Fate.

“Your first time, huh! And you’re already getting to the good stuff. Very well, can’t say no to a girl as bold and as cute as you.”

Madame Fate stood up, just towering over Vicky for a moment. Vicky felt her heart race as blood rushed through her body. What had she gotten herself into? Either way, there was no getting out of it now.

“I’m going to condition you, then, until you can only ever think about hot women. And until you only ever see how unattractive men are. How does that sound, cutie?”

Vicky pondered, her heart beating through her chest. “G...good. It sounds good.”

“Lovely! Then take off your clothes,” Madame Fate said, her voice indicating it wasn’t a request but an order. Vicky obviously complied, showing off her much smaller, yet supple breasts with small pink nipples, and her body with small curves in all the right places.

“I want you to put this on, dear Vicky.” Fate reached into her big pocketbook and pulled out the very same collar and leash she had in her advertisement — upon closer inspection, the collar read the words “Subby Slave” in bold diamond letters. Vicky hesitated in putting it on, feeling degraded just by looking at the words on it alone. Regardless, Vicky silently complied, in anticipation of what Madame Fate was going to do next.

“You’re being so good, so obedient for your Mistress. How does it feel? To be under the control of a gorgeous woman, a woman so much more powerful than you?”

Vicky exhaled, her breaths unstable and uneven. “Good. I think.”

“Lovely,” Madame Fate’s grin intensified, clearly showing she was getting way too into this. Vicky could see the love of control on her face — the love of owning someone, despite it being someone who paid for this. “I want you to lie on the bed, showing your ass to me.”

Vicky obeyed, once again, showing off her ass and a bit of her wet cunt.

“How much experience do you have with being beaten?” The Madame asked.

“Um... not a lot. None at all.”

“Let’s go light, then, and increase in intensity as we go on.” Suddenly, Vicky felt something slap at her ass — a flogger of a light blue color. It was a nice flogger, but it wasn’t very intense, nor did it hit for quite hard. Regardless, Vicky was surprised by it and let out a scream. “How did that feel, dear?”

“I... I liked it, Madame Fate.”

“Call me Miss, dear.”

“I liked it, Miss,” Vicky corrected herself, earning another light flog on the ass.

“Every time I flog you and say an odd number, I want you to say something you hate about men. And every time I flog you and say an even number, say something you love about women. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss.”

Flog!

“One.”

“I... I hate how men smell. Their body odor is sickening, it makes me want to gag.”

Flog!

“Two.”

“I love women’s hairstyles. They’re all so attractive, and they all make women hotter.”

Flog!

“Three.”

“I hate men’s dicks. They never shave them, and always expect me to shave. Why can’t they do the same? Isn’t that a common courtesy! And then it all gets in my mouth, and—“

Madame Fate interrupted Vicky with another flog. The flogs were getting more intense, making Vicky cry out louder and louder.

“Four.”

“I love... I love women’s breasts. They’re so fun to look at, to play with... to... to grope and tease... Unf...”

Vicky moaned just thinking about it. The scene continued for a while, Madame Fate flogging Vicky back and forth on each cheek with a new number each time. Vicky began to ran out of things to say about men, but she could go on about women forever. They were so gorgeous — what wasn’t there to talk about? Why had she never known how amazing getting fucked by women was?

With one final flog, Madame Fate stopped asking and instead moved to lightly rub the red asscheeks in front of her. Vicky flinched, but warmed into the soft touch. It felt so good to be caressed after how much she was beaten around.

Women were amazing. She was already debating how to come out to her friends.

“You’ve been so good for me, pet,” Madame Fate cooed. “How are you enjoying this? Enjoying being with a woman? Enjoying being brainwashed into only being with women?”

“It’s so good,” Vicky moaned. “Please, Miss, I want more...”

“Turn around.”

Vicky complied, looking at the Madame with teary, wide eyes. Madame Fate couldn’t help but sadistically chuckle at her.

“Have you ever been eaten out?”

“No... no guy has ever wanted to do it.”

“Then how about I eat you out if you tell me... you’ll only ever date women again, sleep with women, and think about women,” Madame Fate ordered.

Vicky gulped. It was as if she was signing a contract — but she was so wet and so ready to be taken in by this women, and every woman to follow. She wanted the ladies — and that was fine with her.

“Yes,” Vicky said. “I... I only ever want to date women again.”

“Good,” the Madame grinned again. “Spread your legs, and let me show you how you made the right decision.”