Yawning unabashedly, James clambered out of the back seat of his car, standing up straight and stretching out his arms above him. As he stepped forwards, Ariana closed the door behind him, and then strode past towards the front door of his apartment. He stared after her with a wistful smile, revelling as ever in the contrast between her stunning face and luscious hair, and her androgynous butler’s uniform. It wasn’t an outfit that exuded sexuality, which was exactly why he made her wear it. Mind you, it was a little more titillating to know she didn’t have any underwear on beneath.

Ariana had been a bit of an accident, to be honest, albeit a happy one. He really hadn’t planned to brainwash her - he’d been making a conscious effort not to mess with any of his neighbours, just to avoid drawing attention to himself. But when, on a hot July afternoon, a frisbee came flying over his garden fence, and the gorgeous eighteen-year-old Latina from next door came over to retrieve it while wearing only a bikini, was he really supposed to pass up that opportunity? It was like a porn video come to life. Fetching the frisbee for her, he twirled it on his fingertip while he casually chatted to her, and the spinning disc and his soothing tones ensnared her before she knew what happened (not that she ever did know what happened).

By the time she returned to her house, she’d agreed to a summer job as her next-door neighbour’s valet, to ‘earn some real-world job experience’ before she went to college. In the six weeks since, she’d learned the different roles and responsibilities of the job, which entailed serving as James’ personal butler, chauffeur, chef, cleaner and cocksleeve. He’d essentially turned her into his slave, just as he’d done with Fabiola for one night only. The difference was he didn’t despise Ariana, so he was more than happy to keep her around for a couple of months.

(He’d been debating whether to have her ‘decide’ to take a gap year at the last minute, so she could continue serving him. He did enjoy having a sexy servant around his apartment, but he wasn’t sure he could keep the details of her ‘job’ secret for a full year. If he did opt for that, he’d have to nip next door and hypnotise her parents and older brother, as well, just so they wouldn’t discover anything was amiss...)

Of course, he paid her for her work - he wasn’t a total monster. Besides, he could easily afford it. As he’d had her repeat back to him in a dazed monotone the day he’d ‘hired’ her, “Ten dollars a week is a lot of money for a girl my age.”

James stretched and yawned again as he stepped through his front door. He was worn out but contented, ready to settle down with a glass of white wine served by Ariana, put his feet up on her back and watch TV for a while, and then eat a delicious meal she’d prepare for him. He’d just had a splendid afternoon fucking Mika’s MILF mom while the powerless puppy girl was stuck in the same room, locked in her cage in her parents’ closet. He kept glancing over at her while he was deep inside her mother, relishing the bitch’s furious face and impotent growling. Despite her loathing of him, and her evident revulsion at him fucking her mom, her perpetual lust compelled her to watch, her eyes fixated on them as she helplessly humped her pillow - just as she did any time he fucked Sofia, or Cameron for that matter. The poor thing couldn’t stop herself. James had made sure of that.

Afterwards he’d had a beer with Mika’s dad, who was unwaveringly convinced that James had been helping his wife with her yoga exercises. (It’d certainly been a workout for him - for an older woman, Sofia sure had some stamina.) Alistair was equally sure that Cameron, who knelt between James’ legs on the opposite end of the living room, was just giving his new beer buddy a post-yoga massage. Then again, Cameron believed that too - and was also convinced that the cum that covered her face afterwards was nothing more than her new favourite skincare product.

So needless to say, James was a little weary from the afternoon’s exertions. Perhaps that explained why his defences were lowered when he entered his living room, Ariana following at a respectful distance.

“At last,” came a voice from the near distance. “I was starting to wonder if you were coming home at all!”

James jumped almost a foot in the air, reeling at the sight of a statuesque blonde woman reclining in the armchair on the other end of the room. His heart, already beating rapidly, pounded even harder as he recognised her. Any intruder in his home would be unwelcome. This particular intruder was nothing short of a disaster.

He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. There was no reason to panic. She was just stopping by to say hi. Just because she’d broken in, didn’t mean she knew anything.

“Hi, M-Madelyn,” he said shakily. “What, uhm, what’re you doing here?”

“Oh, I was in the neighbourhood,” she said casually, rising to her feet. “I realised it’d been a while since I’d caught up with my cousin, so I thought I’d pay you a visit. Lovely to see you. And your... butler.” She gave a wry glance over James’ shoulder.

Shit, that looks sus. Just be cool about it. “Ariana, why don’t you get our visitor a drink?” James said as nonchalantly as he could, trying to act as though the fact that he now had a personal servant was completely normal, not even worth commenting on. “You like Cabernet Franc, right, Maddy...?”

“Oh, good choice,” Madelyn smiled.

“Two Cabernet Francs,” James told his valet.

“Yes, Sir,” Ariana replied with a respectful nod, and started to turn.

“Oh, hold on one moment,” his cousin said quickly, striding across the room. “Before you go, dear, could you just do something else for me?”

Ariana turned back towards her, her expression as neutrally deferential as ever. “Yes, Ma’am?”

“Could you follow my finger...” Madelyn said as she raised a hand and extended her index finger, waving it around in Ariana’s field of vision. “Focus on my fingertip...” The eighteen-year-old tracked its movements with her eyes, instantly fixated upon it, her face quickly relaxing into placid blankness. “And sleep.” Madelyn snapped her fingers sharply. Ariana’s eyes misted over and then fell shut, her head nodding into her chest, though she stayed standing, her shoulders slumping and her arms going limp and loose.

James stared at the hypnotist and her subject - his subject - in alarm. If Madelyn was openly entrancing someone in front of him, did that mean...?

“She’s cute,” Madelyn mused, admiring the slumbering valet, lifting and then dropping one of her floppy arms. “I can see why you snagged her. If I had that next door, I’d do something about it too.” She met James’ gaze at last, her eyebrow arching. “But then, you know that, don’t you?” she added, with the barest hint of a dangerous edge to her nonchalant tone.

James’ eyes went wide in abject horror. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. She knows. I’m so fucked. This is a catastrophe.

As he stood gawping at her, Madelyn leaned towards Ariana and started to speak in the same alluring voice he’d heard her use many times, although only in recorded footage until now. “When I wake you up, sweetie, you’re going to head home and change out of that ridiculous outfit,” she purred. “And then you’re gonna forget all about your ‘summer job’, and anything it entailed. If your family asks what you’ve been up to during this time, you’ll tell them, and believe, that you’ve just been hanging out with your friends. You’ll forget your relationship with Jimbo here is anything more than next-door neighbours.” She shot him a nasty grin as she continued, “In fact, you’re a little wary of him. You get kind of a creepy vibe from him. There’s nothing specific you can say, but you get the sense he might be kind of a perv. You prefer to keep your distance from him. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Ariana murmured sleepily. Madelyn roused her with another snap, and she took a bleary, bewildered look around her for a moment, before turning and marching out of the room. A few seconds later, James heard the front door slam shut.

Madelyn snorted at the dumbstruck look on her cousin’s face. “Oh, you can’t possibly object to that. It’s not like I’m making her think anything untrue. I mean, what would you call someone who snuck a camera into his lesbian cousin’s bedroom? Pervert’s putting it politely, if anything.”

James had always thought the expression ‘the colour draining from their face’ was an exaggeration, but in that moment, he could feel it happen to him. Madelyn seemed to have seen it, too, judging from her sharp smile. “That’s right, Jimmy, we found the camera. Well, technically Katie found the camera. You know Katie, right? Our daughter. Well, not really our daughter - she’s just our dress-up doll, as I’m sure you know. But she was doing her chores, dusting and tidying our room, and there it was. Tucked away on a high shelf, where Ana and I keep the books we’re probably not gonna re-read. Good spot, we never look up there. Good job our little girl’s so diligent.”

Noticing him starting to edge towards the door, she casually strolled in front of it, blocking his exit. “Naturally, she took it straight to us. You should’ve seen Ana’s reaction, Jimmy, you’d’ve pissed yourself. You think I’m scary? You’re lucky I got her to calm down. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was pretty pissed off too. I wanted to confront you about it weeks ago. You’ve no idea how hard it’s been for us, keeping ourselves from storming over here.”

He blinked, another layer of bewilderment landing atop his paralysing horror and dread. Weeks? They’d known about the camera for weeks, and done nothing about it...?

“So really, you ought to thank us,” Madelyn said with a sly smile, taking a step forwards. “We gave you weeks of free footage. We put on shows for you, Jimmy boy. You got to watch me enchanting my wife, ensnaring her mind, enthralling her will, turning her into my captivated, compliant plaything, over and over again...”

They let him watch -? Why would they do that...?

“I bet you got off on it so hard,” she purred, as she took another step towards him, and then another. “You weren’t just watching so you could learn how to do what I do - I mean, judging by that girl you came in with, you sure picked it up. But that’s not the only reason why.” She grinned knowingly. “You liked it. You liked watching me, listening to me, seeing me brainwash and fuck my wife. It was so captivating, wasn’t it? It turned you on so badly, didn’t it, to see her so utterly under my power? To listen to my enchanting, entrancing voice, and see how it controlled her so completely...?”

James swallowed as she stepped in closer. She was right, of course - he’d jerked off endlessly to the footage of her hypnotising Ana into her mindless sex toy. How could he not? Even now the memories were clamouring for attention in his brain, pushing themselves forwards, filling his brain with the image of Ana’s slumped body and vacant face, and the sound of Madelyn’s sultry, seductive voice.

Madelyn began to run her palms over his chest, his shoulders, his upper arms, her eyes fixed on his. He didn’t feel like he could look away. He was suddenly, achingly turned on. The cousin he’d always had a crush on, to whom he’d grown even more painfully attracted since he’d discovered she was a dastardly hypnodomme, was standing so close he could smell her strawberry-scented perfume, caressing his arms and gazing into his eyes. His fear of her wrath was being drowned out by his arousal, the alarm bells in his brain fading into the background.

“Watching what we do, listening to my hypnotic voice, gets you so horny, doesn’t it?” she smirked, so close to him now. “So horny, all the blood rushes to your cock... and there’s none left for your brain. The more aroused you are, the less you can think. The harder you are, the less control you have. The hornier you are, the deeper you go.”

James was so horny now. His dick was straining against his shorts, desperate for release, drawn to the gorgeous woman so very nearby.

“Do you know what that means, Jimbo?”

He shook his head faintly.

“It means that being horny... makes you hypnotised.”

His eyes went wide with realisation, even as he let out a lustful gasp. Of course, being horny made him hypnotised. Which, of course, he was now. Madelyn had turned him on so badly, and now he was hypnotised. Something deep down told him that was a bad thing, but he felt so good he barely heard it.

Besides, it didn’t matter. He knew he wouldn’t be able to break free. He’d seen it for himself with his own subjects - when someone was this deeply mesmerised, there was no way to escape, or to resist any suggestions they were given. He was utterly powerless in the inexorable grip of trance, and had no choice but to listen to Madelyn as she twisted his mind however she wished. Knowing that, his tiny remaining flicker of fear faded away. There was no point worrying now - it wasn’t as if he could do anything about it.

“And, in turn, being hypnotised makes you horny,” Madelyn continued. “And being horny makes you hypnotised. Being hypnotised makes you horny, and being horny makes you hypnotised. Being hypnotised makes you horny, and being horny makes you hypnotised.”

“Being hypnotised makes me horny,” James mumbled. “Being horny makes you hypnotised.”

“That’s right, Jimmy,” she sniggered, stepping away from him. “Now why don’t you take out that little pinprick of yours, and stroke yourself even deeper down while you listen to me? Only, make sure you don’t cum til I say you can.”

Gaping vacantly at her, James fumbled with his shorts, clumsily undoing the button and reaching inside. Madelyn exhaled heavily and plonked herself down on the sofa, watching with disinterest as her mind-controlled cousin jerked off in the middle of his own living room.

“Thank fuck for that,” she sighed. “I knew it’d be worth the wait, and the effort of weaving in all those covert suggestions. D’you know how hard it was, sneaking things into my sessions with Ana that I could use against you later? Especially because I couldn’t be sure they’d worked. I mean, I was reasonably confident, because I know how good I am. And hey, look, it paid off. Now you’re just my meat puppet, like practically everybody else.”

James nodded dimly, his curled fingers sliding along his shaft with more and more vigour. He was Madelyn’s meat puppet now. She’d used his own spycam against him, planting ideas in his brain that she could exploit later, even while she hypnotised her wife. That was some impressive multitasking. He was too far gone to be concerned about how completely under her control he was, but not so far gone that he couldn’t appreciate her cunning. Really, there was no shame losing to someone like her.

“Now I could find out everyone else you’ve screwed with,” Madelyn mused, “but I don’t have the time or the energy to go around fixing all the damage you’ve done.” She shrugged. “And honestly, I don’t really care. That little Latina got lucky just being here, she got my annual freebie. No more compassion in this tank,” she said, tapping her chest in the general area of her heart. “As for you? Well, I can’t let you run around with this kind of power - and knowing I have this kind of power, too.”

She stood up once again and began to saunter towards the doorway. “Make yourself cum, and then pass out. And when you wake up, you’ll have forgotten all about hypnosis. You’ll forget about the footage of me and Ana, and what we get up to. You’ll forget about Katie doll. And you’ll forget about what you’ve done, to that girl from next door, and to anybody else you’ve messed with. As far as you’re concerned, hypnosis isn’t even real - it’s just some silly thing from movies and TV shows. However you’ve changed your subjects, as far as you know, is how they’re meant to be - or how they’ve always been - and you didn’t have anything to do with it. You got that?”

James nodded dimly, groaning as he fucked his hand faster and harder, feeling himself rapidly approach the moment of release. “See you around, Jimmy boy,” Madelyn said with a cold smile, and flounced out of the room.

The sound of his front door opening and closing again was the last thing he heard before he climaxed, his legs buckling beneath him. He was asleep before he hit the floor.

***

A noise from the front door was also the first thing he heard when he awoke, an insistent banging jolting him back to awareness. Scrambling upright, he took a moment to process his surroundings. He had been sprawled on his living room floor, naked from the waist down, a wet patch on the carpet nearby giving off an odour that left little doubt what he’d been doing.

James momentarily wondered what possessed him to masturbate in his living room, cover his carpet in cum, and then pass the fuck out. But the thunderous knocking drew his attention, and he put the matter out of his mind for good as he quickly pulled his shorts back on.

Stumbling into the corridor, he hurried to the front door and yanked it open - and froze at the sight of two police officers on his doorstep, one a tall black man, the other a short Latina woman. “James Orson?” the male cop asked. He nodded mutely.

The female officer stepped through the open door, took him by the shoulder, and slammed him against the wall, pinning his arms together behind his back. “You’re under arrest,” she hissed in his ear as he stood paralysed with shock, “on suspicion of involvement with human trafficking.”

James couldn’t have been more stunned if they’d said he was under arrest for plotting to kill the President. “Hu-human trafficking?” he spluttered, squirming as he felt cold handcuffs being fastened around his wrists. “What - how - who am I supposed to’ve -?”

“Fabiola Valdez,” the female cop snarled. “I understand she was a ‘friend’ of yours.”

“Wha- no, I didn’t - I don’t know anything about -”

“Save your excuses for the station,” the male officer advised, as he and his partner each took hold of one of James’ arms and frogmarched him out to their car. “Trust me, pal, with what we’ve got on you already, you’ll need a damn good explanation.”