"Congrats on your recent win, Kian!" Tara raised her wine glass high to her good friend and superhero acquaintance, Kian -- otherwise known as the Crimson Wasp. Kian clinked their wine glasses together and took a triumphant sip. There was nothing quite like a good glass of celebratory wine.
                   Tara, alias Royal Phoenix, had been trying to take down a supervillain known as Toxic Raven for quite some time. The Toxic Raven was well known for zir hypnotizing powers -- "poisoning their minds", ze would call it -- and even though Tara never fell victim to it, plenty had succumbed, and Tara was never quite able to take down the evil queen. Tara was a damn good superhero. She'd say she's the best in the city. So when she found out Kian had taken down the Toxic Raven on their own, Tara was proud. But she couldn't lie and say she wasn't a little annoyed. She was on the Toxic Raven's trail for months, and now Kian had completed what she'd been unable to do.
                   Eh, whatever, Tara thought. She shook her head, shaking the jealous and envious thoughts away. Tara would have liked that win. But it wasn't super important. The Toxic Raven was finally done for, and Tara and her best friend could celebrate.
                   "Here here," Kian smiled the edges of their bright red lips curling. "Thanks for sharing this moment with me, Tara. I'm so happy to just kick back and relax for an evening."
                   "Woah now, you don't want to say that," Tara giggled. "I mean, seems those supervillains always come at the worst possible times. It's like they can hear our conversations."
                   "Oh, come on," Kian waved their hand dismissively. "Relax, Tara. I won! The city's safe for a bit. Stop worrying so much."
                   Tara let out a long, hefty exhale. Kian was right. Tara did spend most of her hours worrying. It kind of came with the job -- people like Tara and Kian had to always be on their feet, taking their outfits wherever they'd go, hoping that no one would ever secretly be on their tails. It got kind of exhausting. Burnout was real in the superhero community. People like Tara and Kian were the lucky ones -- they liked their powers, the literal hero worship, and most of all, the feeling of goodwill. That seemed to stave off burnout for long enough.
                   "Still, though," Tara continued. "I'm surprised you're the one who brought Toxic Raven down. I mean, I've been chasing zir for years."
                   An eyebrow raised on Kian's face. "What's that supposed to mean?"
                   "Well, y'know!" Tara sighed again. "You've been so busy with that... other dude, the Smasher guy, that I'm surprised you had time for Toxic Raven. I mean, I was pretty close to catching her."
                   Kian's lips curled even wider, into a smirk. "It's not a competition, you know." That was kind of true, but not really. Tara and Kian both had competitive streaks in them. One of them was always secretly thinking the other was keeping track of each other's wins. And, they both were. Being the only transgender superheroes – Tara being a trans woman, and Kian being non-binary transmasculine – in their town festered a weird sense of competition in both of them.
                   "I know. I guess I've just been having such bad luck, taking down nothing but petty thieves, and you just got a major win. It's just..."
                   "Just what?" Kian's smirk turned upside down. "Are you... jealous of me?"
                   "No!" Tara protested. "I just... we're both, like, so powerful, right? I just can't get why you were the one who beat zir, and not me."
                   Kian clicked their lips. "I'm not so sure about that."
                   "What?"
                   Kian instantly changed the topic when they heard the tone in Tara's voice. "Never mind that," they forced a smile. "Wanna play some video games?"
                   Tara bit her lip. "Sure." She couldn't brush off Kian's teasing. Of course, Kian was always a tease -- after all, they knew how flustered the secretly pining Tara would get.
                   Kian opened their console, and handed Tara a controller. Whenever they'd play games together, that's when their competitive sides would really show. Simple fun games became shouting matches and controllers were broken more than once over the course of their friendship. The wine didn't help.
                   The game was close. Whenever it seemed like Kian was definitely going to win, Tara suddenly took the lead. And vice versa. The game somehow felt like 30 seconds and 30 hours at the same time. In reality it lasted 30 minutes, but neither noticed.
                   "Fuck!" Kian shouted as Tara finally beat them by a narrow margin. "How did you take that?! I clearly had that." Of course, their protesting was clearly in good humor. It was just a game.
                   "See? I *am* better than you!" Tara teased. "Both as a gamer and as a superhero!"
                   "Really?" Kian looked to her with that look in their eyes. That look. Tara knew the look. Just a simple glare from Kian turned her into a subby, bubbly mess. "You think you're a better superhero than me? Tell me, how long were you tracking Toxic Raven again before I got zir? Admit it. You may be adorably cute, but you're as weak as a small plaything. I could easily break you."
                   "I-I..." Tara stammered, trying to think of an excuse. Kian always knew just what to say to get Tara into submissive mode. They weren't actually partners, let alone play partners -- though their relationship was slowly evolving from 'friendly flirtation' to 'straight up D/s'. "I-I'm sorry, Kian."
                   Kian smirked. They weren't quite pleased yet. "I'm sure you'd make a better sidekick than superhero. To me, specifically." Tara pouted. She didn't like pouting in the slightest. But what else was there to do when Kian said something like that? They continued. "You kept having to retreat from the Toxic Raven because ze kept hypnotizing you and you kept having to retreat. Maybe you're not so good at resisting hypnosis. It's a skill many villains have, after all."
                   "I-I'm good at it!" Tara shouted. "T-try me!"
                   "Hmmm?" Kian tilted their head, leaning even more into the teasing -- and into Tara. "You want me to try hypnotizing you?"
                   "Yeah!" Tara challenged. "I bet you can't break me."
                   “Even with my powers.”
                   Tara rolled her eyes. As much as she would have loved Kian to do that to her, there was no way she’d succumb to even that. “As if.”
                   "So, here's the deal," Kian began the negotiation. "You try to resist being hypnotized by me for 15 minutes. If you drop and succumb to it, you become my sidekick -- and my obedient thrall. And if you resist, you can go home scot free with the rest of this bottle of wine. Is that clear?"
                   "Yeah," Tara smirked, fighting any submissive urges out of her. "I'm ready. Give me your best shot, Crimson Wasp."
                   "Then," Kian's smirk widened into a devious grin, as if they'd been waiting for this their entire life. "Let us begin." Kian reached into the inner pocket of their jacket and pulled out a personal affect they always kept with them. A pocket watch, studded with diamonds and engraved gold. Kian had shown it to Tara before, claiming it was a family heirloom. To be fair, they probably weren't lying -- but they were using it for nefarious purposes.
                   Tara couldn't lie and say she was never once enchanted looking at it. She always managed to pull her eyes away, but this time was different. The way Kian held the pocket watch was demanding. Even without words, they were commanding Tara to stare. Tara tried to look away, not to much avail.
                   "I know you've always had your eyes on this watch," Kian started in that warm, soft, soothing voice Tara loved so much. "And that's okay. Who could blame you? It's so beautiful, so shiny, so... entrancing. All you have to do is just look at it swing back and forth. Watch as the light refracts off of it, shining straight into your eyes. You want to stare. You want to stare as you drop deeper for me. Isn't that right?"
                   "No..." Tara grinned and shook her head, but she had to force that word out.
                   "Aw, that's okay. Everyone resists sometimes. But I think you'll find that the more you stare, the deeper you get, and the deeper you get the more you stare," Kian spoke as their words were twinged with mischievous giggles. Tara tried to pull her eyes away, but Kian was right. It felt good to stare.
                   Why was she doing this? Why was she playing this game with Kian? She began to have second thoughts. Tara thought of herself stronger than this, more resistant. After all, she'd gone through many a supervillain trying to bring Tara under their control, trying to make Tara obedient to their will. Tara, being so strong-willed and persistent, was able to break free on her own every time. So why did she feel so... weak? Why did she feel like giving in was the right choice? When it was for Kian?
                   "I... this is..." Tara tried to shake her head, but she couldn't do even that. Her eyes were glued to the tantalizing pocket watch. Slowly, her body felt weaker, as her head began lolling to the side. “N-no, I’m not… not giving in that easily…”
                   Kian smiled. “You don’t have to. You don’t have to do anything. All you have to do is stare. Stare into the pocket watch… just like you’re doing.”
                   Tara giggled sleepily. “F-fuck off,” she retorted. It was impossible to hide, though, just how entranced she was. She tried to resist. She really tried, she swore. But it felt so good to stare. The pocket watch was so beautiful; it refracted the light in the room in a million different directions with hundreds of colors. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.
                   "It's good, isn't it? It feels good to obey. You know this much is true, so you can say it with me if you want. It feels good to obey. It feels good to obey.
                   “And I think… I’ve had enough fun. Your resistance is getting dull. Let’s end this, Tara.”
                   Kian let Tara resist for a bit longer, before they decided to finally make her give in. One of Kian’s superpowers was, indeed, hypnotizing, but they weren’t using their magic up until then. Kian cusped the sides of Tara’s cheeks with their long, manicured nails and they leaned in. They kissed her. Tara’s eyes short wide as she felt the magic taking place, seeping into her mind like a venom. This is why Kian called themself the Crimson Wasp – with one sting, their kiss, their enemies would fall into bliss for them. Of course, that wasn’t the extent of their power; they wouldn’t want to go around kissing everyone, so they also had power over fire. But it was their most unique skill. Tara hadn’t expected them to use it on her, but as soon as they kissed her, she fell obsessed with the way her mind melted. She was theirs. There was no more use in denying it.
                   Kian eventually let go of their prey. “Remember. It feels good to obey. It feels good to obey. It feels good to obey.”
                   Tara tried to keep her mouth shut as best she could. But eventually, she repeated the mantra. "It feels good to obey. It... feels good to obey...”
                   "That's right," Kian cooed softly. "Burn that mantra into your mind, thrall. You knew you couldn't resist me, Tara. Resistance is just a game – a silly toy you can drop whenever you’re bored. You agreed to this because you want to be under my control... because you love me. You love the idea of serving me, of being my assistant. You agree with that thought, don't you?"
                   Tara felt her head nodding. Distantly, she couldn't believe she was agreeing to this. But it felt right. She... wanted to serve Kian.
                   "Good. I want you to serve me, too. You'll look so hot as my sidekick. You'll look so hot as my property. Now... I'm going to bring you into a slumber of sorts. A trance. And you're going to follow me down that hole, and when you drop for me, you know you'll be mine. You know you'll be under my spell, serving my every whim and command -- as a superhero, and as my personal plaything. Say yes."
                   "Yes..." Tara said sleepily. Resistance was futile. She wanted this.
                   "Good." Tara couldn't see it, but Kian was grinning ear to ear. Clearly, they wanted this too. "Feel your eyes closing. When I reach zero, you're going to fall into darkness. Into bliss. Into service."
                   Kian began counting down. Tara was already long gone. "Five..."
                   Tara felt the last of herself fading. Her hen ached for more. It ached for trance.
                   "Four..."
                   Her eyes slid shut as she made her way down the dark hole.
                   "Three..."
                   The counting became slower and softer. Tara was only being held up by a single thread.
                   "Two..."
                   Kian snapped their fingers, and Tara fell into the abyss. "One, zero. Drop for me."
                   Kian broke Tara with next to no issue at all. If Tara were even mildly conscious, it would have been a massive embarrassment for herself.
                   “Kneel in front of me.” Tara complied, mindlessly getting off the chair and kneeling in front of Kian. She tilted her head up, looking at Kian obediently. “Good pet.”
                   Tara purred sleepily as Kian reached down to caress Tara's chin as if she were a prized animal of sorts. "You knew. You knew you've always wanted this. I know you've had a crush on me since we first started getting to know each other. I have as well. Why wouldn't I want a hot, loyal plaything who I dearly love?" Tara giggled at the thought. Kian was right -- she loved them a lot. And now, that love was going to be deepened even further.
                   "I want you to think of this place. This trance. Get to know it -- look around, know how it looks, how it feels, how it engulfs you completely." Tara obeyed. Trance felt so comforting, like a warm hug. She swore she could spend hours upon hours. How she resisted all those villains who tried to put her in this space was beyond her -- if she knew how good it'd feel, she'd have succumbed at the first try. "And I want you to associate it with a word -- 'drop'. When I say that word, you will drop into this ocean, into its deepest depths. All it takes is that word. Drop. And you'll do just that for me -- like my trancey obedient plaything."
                   “Yessss…” Tara murmured sleepily. Drool fell down her chin onto Kian’s lap – not that they minded in the slightest.
                   “Let’s play with your mind a bit more before I play with your body. Does that sound fine, thrall?” Tara eagerly nodded, even in her tranced out state. “Good. Now that I’ve made you dumb and mindless, let’s make you dumb and obedient too. You love obeying. After all, it feels good to obey. You know that mantra so well by now. So whenever I say, give you an order, and end it with the words ‘now and well’, you’ll know that you should do exactly as I say. Because it will feel good. And if you don’t obey me, somehow?” Kian’s grin widened once again. “Then you’ll feel very, very bad.”
                   “How… bad?” Tara murmured, as if challenging Kian’s words.
                   Kian, thankfully, was just amused by this effort. “You’ll feel stinging all over your body. Like a wasp’s sting. That will be your punishment for disobeying. But, it’s hard to think about. Why don’t I give you a taste of it?”
                   SLAP!
                   Before Tara could ask anymore stupid questions, she felt her face slapped sharply by the back of Kian’s hand. It felt stronger, more powerful than any other slap she’d ever gotten. Tara yelped out in pain, the breath taken away from her body in milliseconds. Tara collapsed back onto the floor, panting and whimpering. It hurt a lot. But it hurt so good. Was this also one of Kian’s powers? One Tara didn’t know about? It certainly felt like no other slap she’d been on the receiving end of, ever.
                   “Let’s do another one, for good measure.”
                   SLAP! Before Tara could even think to protest – not that she wanted to – Kian slapped her on the other side of the face. This one was much more stinging, more searing than before. Tara panted out, trying to catch her breath and stay rooted in her trance. Kian’s touch, as demanding and obsessive as it seemed, felt like fire. They were fire.
                   “Do you understand now? Disobedience will make you feel that fiery red heat. Obedience will make you feel like you’re dying from pleasure. Nod if you understand, thrall.”
                   Tara nodded slowly, a whimper escaping from her lips. “Of course you understand. You’re so dumb and mindless and obedient for me. I think you’re in need of a reward, thrall.” Kian smirked. Tara looked dreamily at her new handler as they lifted their hips up just for a moment. Kian pulled their pants down, revealing a long, thick purple strap on over their dripping wet cunt. “Your reward is that you get to pleasure my cock. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
                   Tara moaned, already drooling even more just looking at it. “Yes…”
                   “That’s ‘Yes, handler’.”
                   “Yes, handler,” Tara corrected herself immediately. She reoriented herself onto her knees, putting most of her weight on them as she leaned over and began obediently sucking Kian’s strap on off. Well, at least she tried, at first. Her mouth got a few inches deep before she started choking on it. Her gag reflex always got in the way of such things.
                   “Awww, having a bit of trouble?” Kian cooed. “That’s okay. Why don’t we change your mind a bit more? The more you deepthroat my cock, the more turned on you’ll get; only when you get to the base will you be at the brink of orgasm, and only I will give you permission. When I say the words ‘finish, thrall’, you will do just that for me. Does that sound good, thrall?”
                   It only took a few words for the suggestions to kick in; yes, it fucking worked so well, and Tara did her best to get that sweet sense of pleasure. She kept sucking deeper and deeper, getting as close to the base as she could. It was awfully hard; every time she would pull back, she would be ripped from the edge. And every time she would go in deeper, her gag reflex would kick in. She tried so damn hard, aching for release, aching for delight.
                   “Your struggling is so cute,” Kian smiled gently, feigning sympathy for Tara’s situation. “Just relax, Tara. You know how to relax so well by now. Relax and go mindless. Go blank for me. Feel your gag reflex fading away, as you know that your purpose right now is to pleasure your handler.
                   Tara moaned around the thick, slimy strap on. Sure enough, she slowly felt her gag reflex receding as she found herself able to take the shaft in as deep as she liked. The deeper she got Kian’s strap on in her throat, the harder her dick felt. Tara could feel her own shaft twitching and aching, especially as she quickly reached the base of Kian’s strap on. At this point, Tara couldn’t tell if her arousal was coming from her newfound oral fixation or from the hypnosis or from how fucking hard she was.
                   “There you go,” Kian said triumphantly as they grabbed the back of Tara’s head and finally pushed her to the base of their strap on.
                   Oh, fuck.
                   The pleasure was intense. It was unlike anything Tara had ever felt. Her eyes rolled up as her blowjob skills suddenly became messy. She was stuck at the edge of orgasm, trying to coax herself to cum. She couldn’t, though. She didn’t have permission.
                   “You want to cum, don’t you?” Kian grabbed a fistful of Tara’s hair and dragged her off the strap on. Just like that, Tara felt herself completely denied, and she let out a breathy disappointed moan. “I know you do. Beg for it.”
                   “Pleaaase…” Tara slurred in a drawn out moan. “Please, please, please, please…”
                   “You’re going to have to use a word other than please,” Kian teased.
                   “I…” It was so hard to think in trance. Tara used whatever brain cells were still active to try and form a coherent thought.
                   “I…” It was so hard to think in trance. Tara used whatever brain cells were still active to try and form a coherent thought. It was nearly impossible to work through the hypnotic fog and force herself to speak in full sentences. "I... need it... I need you... I need..."
                   Kian smirked, offering to finish her sentences. "To be controlled. To be mine. To be obedient. Is that correct...?"
                   "Need... that..." Tara murmured. Her brain seared with a splitting headache as she tried to think. "Need... to... be controlled... to be Kian's thrall... to cum, cum, please, I need to..."
                   "It's so cute, you know?" Kian petted Tara's head once more, pushing it threateningly close to their strap on. "Seeing you try to talk about something that isn't being an obedient slut or cumming. Well, I can't say I'm complaining -- it didn't take much for me to make you this way, after all. Should I, or shouldn't I...?"
                   "Please, yes..." Tara moaned. Her mouth hung open, waiting to take their strap on into the back of her throat. She needed them. She needed it. She needed to finish.
                   Kian let her hang there for a while, before forcefully pushing her back to the base of their cock. "Fine," they smiled. "I'll oblige you, thrall. Cum."
                   She didn't even have to think twice to obey. Her dick sprayed a load of cum into her own panties, soiling them within seconds. Feeling her own arousal only made her cum harder as she deepthroated the strap on back and forth, back and forth. Her legs curled up against Kian's leg mid-orgasm. Her body grinded against their leg, aching for more, more, more. Eventually, the mind-numbing orgasm halted, but Kian wasn't having just that.
                   "More. Cum."
                   Tara's body arched as it complied once again. Instinctively, her head shot back, but Kian forced her mouth to stay at the base of their cock. With every orgasm, Tara's balls felt completely drained of cum. Her brain felt like it was melting out of her ears. Kian wanted more, though. And she was an obedient thrall. So she came over and over for them, until Kian was satisfied and her body was writhing and whimpering on the floor.
                   "Good thrall," Kian smiled. "Let's bring you back up. Feel yourself reorienting to the room, your eyes readjusting as you feel yourself physically and mentally return. On the count of five, you will be back up, but you will now be my sidekick -- and my thrall."
                   Tara giggled sleepily as Kian counted back up. At five, Tara felt herself awake, but her body barely managed to follow.
                   "How do you feel?" Kian asked, petting the side of Tara's cheek with their thumb.
                   Tara blinked, yawning. "Good," she answered with a dopey smile. "God, you're good."
                   "You wanted it all along," Kian smirked. "I barely had to do anything. Now, let's go take care of something, thrall. Get your clothes on."
~~
                   Tara had to wonder where her handler was taking her. It was late at night by that point, not to mention Tara's body was completely exhausted from the onslaught of hypnosis and repeat orgasms. Kian kept it secret from her for a while, encouraging her to just be obedient and follow them.
                   Eventually, Tara realized where she was being taken to. This was... where the Toxic Raven's lair was? But ze was defeated, wasn't ze? Maybe now zir lair was empty and Kian could use it however they pleased. Or maybe there was still treasure there, and Tara had to help bring it back. After all, superstrength was one of Tara's skills. It'd make sense.
                   What didn't make sense was the way Kian suddenly knelt in front of the throne. Tara looked in shock at them as they silently spoke, "I brought her, Mxtress."
                   "Very good, plaything." Tara's eyes shot to the throne, seeing that the Toxic Raven was sure enough, still standing there. At those words, something more shocking happened. Kian's body convulsed as they let out a loud moan, their eyes rolling back in their head. Did they just cum?
                   "I... you... what's going on--" Before Tara could ask anymore questions, the Toxic Raven interrupted her. Zir smile was cold, cunning, cruel... and knowing.
                   The Toxic Raven spoke softly, Tara's trigger phrase. Immediately, Tara felt herself kneeling in front of zir as well. The supervillain smirked -- ze was now Tara's owner as well.
                   "We're going to have a lot of fun," ze smirked as ze pulled zir skirt up. "Worship me."