Maddie sank back into the couch cushions, moaning delightedly at the sensations coursing through her body. All thanks, as usual, to Sadie, who knelt before her. For once, though, the pleasure was not coming from Sadie’s tongue on Maddie’s clit, but rather her hands on Maddie’s feet.

Maddie couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a really good footrub. It had been a long time, that was for sure, and she’d always found them so relaxing. Which begged the question - why hadn’t she made Sadie give her one before? What was the point of having a slave if you didn’t use them for the things that bring you the most joy?

The answer was simple, really - Sadie technically wasn’t Maddie’s slave. She belonged to their mutual best friend, Adam. Almost a year ago, a hypnotised Sadie had effectively - and unknowingly - handed control of her mind over to Adam, enabling him to alter her personality and memories as he saw fit. Any time he woke her from a trance, whatever situation she found herself in, her extraordinarily imaginative mind would find a way to explain it. She’s giving Adam a handjob? That’s just something she does, as his best friend, to relieve his stress. She’s fucking him? They’re friends with benefits, obviously. She’s surrounded by naked strangers whom she’s pleasuring with her every orifice? She’s a notorious slut, of course. It took only a few instances of waking Sadie up in increasingly submissive positions for Adam to turn her into his willing slave.

But sharing is caring, and Adam couldn’t resist letting Maddie in on the fun, knowing she’d had a crush on Sadie for about as long as he had. Of course, Sadie had been a ‘gift’ for Adam, so naturally when he went back to college he took her with him, to continue to serve him. He’d since started a pretty successful business whoring her out to other students (and even a professor or two). Maddie was fine with this - she had plenty of fun at her own college, and had found a good few gorgeous girls who were plenty submissive without needing to be hypnotised - but once Adam and Sadie returned for the summer, she insisted that it was her turn. There had been a few weekends here and there when she’d ‘borrowed’ Sadie, but now she wanted her all the way from May to September.

Adam had been resistant at first, naturally unwilling to give up his gorgeous subservient slut. It already rankled with him that Maddie used Sadie without paying, unlike any of the other people who rented her from him. He even admitted that he’d changed the trigger phrase that put Sadie into a trance, simply because he didn’t like that Maddie knew it too. But in the end, he relented - after she’d casually remarked on the attention he might get from his college’s faculty, or from Sadie’s parents, were they to hear any word on how he was using her for his every whim...

Which brought Maddie and Sadie to tonight - the first night of their four months together. Maddie had taken it slow, having Sadie clean and tidy her apartment, which had fallen into serious disarray lately. She had planned more erotic dominance for later in the evening. But the universe seemed to have other ideas, as just as Sadie had finished vacuuming, there had been a knock at the door. Frowning, Maddie had sent Sadie to answer it. She hadn’t been expecting to hear a delighted squeal from the scarlet-haired slavegirl moments later.

The visitor was Sadie’s sister, Lana, whom neither Sadie nor Maddie had seen in quite a while. She explained that she’d heard her older sibling was back in town and wanted to check on her. Maddie had considered asking Lana to leave, so she and Sadie could have the night she’d planned, but the fair-haired twenty-year-old had already swept into the apartment. Maddie felt it’d be too awkward to try to eject her now. And besides, she owed Lana some hospitality. After all, it was Lana and her hypnotic talents that had given Adam and Maddie control of Sadie’s brain in the first place, as the culmination of a sisterly feud over the younger sibling’s longtime crush.

So it was that Lana was currently sitting on the other end of the couch, half-watching the TV on a low volume, while part of her attention was on Maddie and her groans of ecstasy. After some conversation between the three women, it had been Lana who had suggested the footrub, an idea both Maddie and Sadie had responded to eagerly. Maddie thought it was a little weird that Lana had brought up an activity that she couldn’t participate in, but she remarked that she was quite happy to wait and watch, and maybe indulge in a massage of her own after Maddie had had her fill.

As Sadie kneaded her foot, Maddie yawned loudly and slumped down, squishing the cushion behind her out of shape. The deep, relaxing pleasure was almost all-consuming by now, making her feel drowsier and more peaceful by the moment. Wait, I can’t fall asleep - I have a guest, she reminded herself, and she stretched and slowly sat back up, brushing jet-black hair out of her eyes. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “Footrubs really... chill me out...”

“Don’t be sorry,” Lana said with a somewhat amused smile. “I’m just glad you’re having fun! After all these months waiting to have Sadie all to yourself, I hope this is worth it...”

“Mmm, it is,” Maddie sighed, her eyelids already drooping again. She was trying to hold her body up, but it was getting harder and harder - the strength in her arms was fading rapidly. All she wanted was to -

“You can lie down if you want.” It was as if Lana had read her mind. Maddie stared at her, confused. Lana uncrossed her legs and patted her lap with both hands. “C’mon, rest your head here if you like. Trust me, I’m really comfy - at least, that’s what my boyfriend says!” She chuckled.

Maddie giggled sleepily. “Well, OK then... if you’re sure?”

She didn’t wait for an answer before lowering herself sideways, lying her head down on Lana’s lap, facing outwards. The girl had been right - her thighs were soft and pillowy, the perfect place to rest her head. She shivered with pleasure, which only continued to grow as Sadie - who had repositioned herself to compensate as Maddie had lifted her legs onto the couch - pulled each of her toes, one after the other.

“How does that feel, Maddie?” Lana asked. Mmmm, Maddie thought, her voice sounded like warm butter. No wonder she was such a good hypnotist.

“G-good,” she managed to reply. She was so blissed out, it was hard to even speak.

“Very good,” Lana replied, sounding genuinely satisfied that Maddie was having such a good time. How considerate of her! She began to stroke and pet Maddie’s hair, making her feel even sleepier. “I’m glad you’re feeling so good, Maddie. Feeling so relaxed. It’s good, isn’t it, having Sadie here to do this for you? Being such a good slave, helping you chill out and relax and sink deep...”

“Mmmm...”

“That’s right... You’re in such a peaceful, blissful state of mind now, Maddie. Growing more relaxed with every second. So relaxed, it’s hard to think. It’s hard to keep your eyes open. It’s hard to do anything but listen to my words...”

Lana was right - Maddie was so chilled out and sleepy, it was almost impossible to move, speak, or even think. He eyes had already been shut pretty much since she’d laid down. Her world was a void, and it was growing darker by the second.

Whuh... wait... is this... is she... hypnotising me? The thought drifted lazily through her mind, but it brought in its wake a flicker of concern. Frowning slightly, Maddie’s head twitched, and then again.

“And you know it’s OK for you to relax like this,” Lana continued, her deep, honeyed tone unchanged as she started to slowly trace little circles on Maddie’s forehead with the tip of her finger. “You can relax around me, because you can trust me. You know my secrets. You know what I’m capable of. You know what I did to Sadie, to Jackson, to Isabel... And you know I’d never do it to you. I gave you Sadie, after all.”

Huh... That was true. She’d been very generous...

“I knew I could trust you with my secrets. And trust works both ways. Because I trust you, you can trust me. Because I trust you, you can trust me. You can let yourself sink deep, and enjoy this wonderful, blissful feeling, knowing that it’s not hypnosis, knowing that I would never hypnotise you... You can just luxuriate in the sensual feelings from Sadie’s hands on your feet, and let my words relax you even further...”

Of course. This isn’t hypnosis, it’s just deep relaxation. Lana wouldn’t hypnotise me. I can trust her. She’s my friend. I’m safe with her.

“It’s like I’m giving you a mental massage, to go with the physical massage Sadie’s giving you,” Lana purred. “The two of us are working together to give you the best footrub you’ve ever had, and all you have to do is let it happen... Let her hands relax you... Let my words guide you down... Listen, and follow, and relax...”

A faint, sleepy smile flickered briefly across Maddie’s face, as she gave herself over completely to the wonderful massage...

***

Lana grinned with satisfaction as she looked down at the girl lying in her lap. That had been even easier than she’d thought! Maddie’s love of footrubs really had been useful information - Adam had come through there. But then, he was getting almost as much out of this as Lana was.

He had called her earlier that day to vent his frustration about Maddie effectively blackmailing him into letting her have Sadie for four whole months. Though he never asked her outright to intervene, Lana picked up on the subtext - the last time he’d made such a call, it had been to enlist her to hypnotise a classmate who was getting close to the truth, enslaving her to their Professor’s will. So she cut across Adam’s ranting pretty quickly and bluntly asked him if she wanted Maddie dealt with. He eagerly agreed, showing no apparent misgivings over asking her to take control of his best friend’s mind. (Then again, he’d already accepted Lana turning his other best friend - her own sister - into his slave. Guilt was not an emotion either Lana or Adam had much time for.)

She continued to run her fingers through the soft, silky hair. God, it felt nice. Maddie really was gorgeous - Lana had been hoping to get the chance to hypnotise her for some time. This was a golden opportunity, both to tie up a loose end and to indulge her own fantasies. “Good,” she whispered, relishing the mesmerising power behind every syllable she spoke. “You’re so deep now, so blissful, so docile, so compliant... Knowing that everything’s perfectly fine, that you’re not hypnotised, that you’re absolutely safe and secure.” She allowed herself a smirk as she reiterated the blatant lie.

Still massaging Maddie’s feet, Sadie looked up, seemingly noticing the state her domme was in for the first time. “Is Mistress OK?” she asked, her face a picture of innocent, uncomprehending concern.

Lana almost burst out laughing at the sight of her. Even after all this time, seeing her sister like this amused and thrilled her like nothing else. “Oh, she’s perfectly fine, Sadie,” she replied, not a tremor in her voice - just as absolutely in control of herself, and her own actions, as she was with her hypnotic subjects. “She’s just so relaxed that it’s like she’s asleep right now. Nothing to worry about.”

As ever, Sadie took every word at face value, and the worry in her face vanished almost immediately, replaced by her usual dumb, placid smile. Any part of her that would ever be suspicious of something sinister at play had long ago been neutralised - Lana had conditioned her to never realise that she was hypnotised, or that anyone else was. As soon as anyone brought up hypnosis, Sadie’s mind slipped out of gear, unable to hear or retain the words being said. If she saw someone in trance, she’d usually assume they were asleep. In fact, Adam had reported that she seemed unaware that hypnosis existed at all - she didn’t even recognise the word if it was mentioned to her, and forgot it again straight after.

Knowing that her brainwashed big sister would be absolutely no problem, Lana returned her full attention to Maddie, as she carried out her most tried and trusted induction, having Maddie picture a storeroom containing objects that represented different parts of her own mind. “There’s a big, black safe in the middle of the room,” she told the entranced girl, “with a combination lock. And once you lock something in that safe, it can’t have any effect on you any more. Not while you’re here, in your subconscious storeroom. And not when you’re awake, in the real world. It’s removed from your mind, but kept safe and secure until you need it again, if you ever do. Remember, all of this is perfectly normal. You’re safe and happy, deeply relaxed, trusting me completely, because I’d never hypnotise you.”

There was the tiniest flicker of doubt in the back of Lana’s own mind. She wasn’t sure how many times she should reinforce the idea that Maddie wasn’t hypnotised, that Lana wouldn’t hypnotise her, that she could trust Lana. This was the first time she’d ever hypnotised anyone who was fully aware of her capabilities - who had seen the extent to which she could augment someone’s mind. Her psychology classmates, her sister, her boyfriend - none of them had any inkling of her talents before they’d been subjected to them (and, of course, they were incapable of having any inkling after, either). But Maddie presented an altogether different prospect. A challenge. And though she was apprehensive, Lana did like a challenge.

That said, perhaps she was worrying for nothing. Maddie seemed as good a subject as anyone Lana had encountered, even with the foreknowledge she possessed. Taking that into consideration, it had been almost laughably easy to put her under. It occurred to Lana that Maddie might have some deeply-buried submissive urges, which she’d probably never acknowledged, let alone indulged in. From what Lana had seen and heard, Maddie was usually a pretty forceful, dominant personality.

Those can often be the ones with the most deep-rooted desire to submit, Lana reminded herself. That had certainly been the case with some of the formidable, type-A personalities on her course, who worked themselves so hard and never gave themselves a chance to give up control for a while, even though they so clearly needed to. She had been only too happy to oblige them with her hypnotic talents, whether they asked her or not.

“Take one of those cardboard boxes down from the shelves, Maddie, and open it. Inside, you’ll find a piece of expensive jewellery - a necklace. Remember, all the boxes contain parts of you. The necklace represents one such part - one of the most valuable.” Lana didn’t bother to describe the necklace in more detail. She had found that her subjects were almost always able to visualise a beautiful piece of jewellery with which they felt a connection. If she tried to interfere with or alter that image, the whole exercise might have less effect. “What does the necklace look like, Maddie?” she asked gently.

It took a few seconds for Maddie to answer, struggling to get her entranced mind to respond and to make her mouth and voice work after many long minutes of disuse. “Sil-ver,” she finally mumbled, “with... green... jewels.”

Lana nodded. Emeralds, then. “It’s very pretty, Maddie. Now, place it inside the safe. It’ll be protected in there. Don’t lock the safe yet, though.” She waited a few moments for Maddie to follow her instructions inside her mindspace. “Now, there’s another thing I’d like you to store away inside the safe, Maddie. So, fetch another of those boxes...”

She patiently described an old bronze pocket watch, and at her command Maddie obediently put it in the safe. “Close the door, and turn the handle until you hear the lock click,” Lana said. She clenched her fists tightly as she struggled to control her growing excitement - this was her favourite part. “Would you like to know what the necklace and the pocket watch really are, Maddie?” She didn’t wait for a response - considering how deep in trance Maddie was, she was unlikely to answer.

“The necklace is your free will. Your free will is locked away now, and you don’t have access to it. But that’s fine, because you’re not hypnotised. You know you’re not hypnotised. You know you’ll never be hypnotised. And you’ll never have to worry about being hypnotised, because that pocket watch is your awareness that you’re hypnotised. As long as it’s locked up in that safe, you’ll never, ever think - even for an instant - that you’ve been hypnotised. Do you understand?”

“Yuhs,” Maddie managed to sleepily reply a moment later.

A broad, triumphant smile spread across Lana’s face as she asked, “Are you hypnotised, Maddie?”

“Nuh.”

“Have you ever been hypnotised?”

“Noo.”

“Will you ever be hypnotised?”

“No.”

“Do you have free will?”

“No.”

Lana sighed delightedly. Fuck, she always loved doing this. Each time she hypnotised someone was as unbelievably thrilling - and arousing - as the last. Though, she thought as she glanced at Sadie (who was still obliviously massaging the sleeping Maddie’s feet), there was one particular instance that she’d enjoyed more than any of the others. The extra ingredient of revenge had added a sharpness to the sweet flavour of hypnotic dominance. Even entrancing the incredibly gorgeous Maddie wasn’t as enjoyable as brainwashing her sister - though it came close.

“Alright, Maddie,” she continued, unable to contain her wild grin any longer. “I know how much you like to have fun. You’re a thrill seeker - everyone knows that about you. That’s why you’ll find that four of the boxes on the bottom shelves are filled to the brim with fireworks. Those fireworks are your love of and desire for fun - your hedonism, your recklessness, your impulsiveness. And as you can see, there’s a lot of them there already.

“But, if you go to the door of your storeroom and open it, you’ll find another two boxes on the ground outside. They’ve been delivered to replace the two empty boxes - the ones that used to contain the necklace and the pocket watch. So take the new boxes into the storeroom, and shut the door behind you. Open the boxes, and find that they’re full of fireworks too! So now, you like fun even more. In fact, if I suggest to you that something would be really fun, all you’ll want is to do it. To say it. To become it. Anything fun I suggest to you will become a part of your reality, firm and unchangeable. Even if you didn’t think it was fun before...”