“OK, so, as you know, I’ve never done this before, so just, keep an open mi-”

Victoria’s stammering was interrupted by a finger landing on her lips, silencing her. “You’ll do fine, sweetie,” Samantha told her, with an encouraging smile.

Taking a deep breath, Victoria smiled back. She was kneeling in front of the couch, on which Samantha lay with a cushion under her head, wearing a fluffy white jumper and jeans. Victoria herself had changed into her flimsiest pink shirt, her big round breasts clearly visible through the thin material, in the hope that the arousal Samantha would get from the sight would help to enhance the effects of the hypnosis. Though she’d had time to prepare and was confident she could put her girlfriend in at least a light trance, she was still a little anxious about taking charge. Despite having been given permission to use the furniture in the living room, she’d chosen to kneel, to remind herself that no matter what she did to Samantha, she was still the slave girl, and Samantha was her Mistress.

She raised a crystal pendant, dangling it in Samantha’s eyeline. They’d bought the pendant ages ago, back when they’d just started exploring hypnosis - though it was just a cheap glass sphere, it was very pretty and could be compelling to stare at. Samantha had entranced Victoria with it quite a few times in those early days, but it had fallen into disuse as she’d grown more and more susceptible. There was no need for props when a single word or motion from her Mistress could send her mind spiralling down.

But it was still an effective hypnotic tool, and Victoria was hoping it’d work on Samantha. She just had to avoid letting her own mind get sucked in at the same time!

Samantha’s gaze was fixed on the crystal, watching it slowly twist and swing in mid-air. The brunette woman was already looking very relaxed, probably because of the comfy couch. That was a good starting point.

“That’s good, Samantha,” Victoria said, struggling to keep her voice calm and even. “You’re already watching the pendant. Watching as it swings back and forth... You know you should follow it. You know how this works - you’ve done it to me so many times. It’s easy to remember how you put me into trance with this pendant. It’s easy to imagine yourself falling into trance, as you follow the pendant back and forth...”

Samantha seemed to sink even deeper into the couch, her eyelids starting to droop slightly. Was she already halfway into trance? They’d barely even started! Maybe she was an even better subject than Victoria...

“I know you have a very good imagination, Samantha,” Victoria continued soothingly. “And I know you know that the better you can imagine hypnosis, the more real it becomes... And so, as you watch the crystal swing back and forth, and imagine yourself growing sleepier and sleepier, you find that it’s coming true. Your eyes are getting heavier... Your mind is getting slower... It’s so hard to stay awake... All you want to do is sink down into hypnosis, and just sleep...”

Samantha made a little incoherent mumbling sound. Her eyes were half-shut now.

Victoria started to gradually lower the pendant, inch by inch. “And as the pendant sinks lower, your mind sinks deeper... and your eyelids get heavier... You follow the pendant down, knowing that the further it goes, the deeper you go...” Sure enough, Samantha’s eyes followed the crystal, lids drooping. “Until, at last, you just...” Releasing the pendant’s string, she dropped the crystal into the palm of her other hand below. “Sleep.”

Samantha’s eyelids fell shut. To an outside observer, she looked fast asleep, her mouth hanging slightly open. Victoria hoped she wasn’t actually asleep - that would definitely count as failure! And then Samantha would have to punish her when she woke up - maybe with the riding crop... After a few seconds fantasising about the impact of leather on her flesh, Victoria ordered herself to snap out of it and concentrate.

“Samantha,” she asked gently, trying not to let her voice tremble with anticipation, “can you hear me?”

A pause. Then, “Yuhs.”

Victoria grinned triumphantly. “Very good. Now listen to me carefully. Follow my voice, knowing that’s what you do when you’re hypnotised... You know you’re meant to listen and respond, and let my suggestions take hold in your mind, because that’s what you do in hypnosis... Isn’t that right?”

“Mmyeahh...”

Victoria resisted the urge to rub her hands together with glee. In spite of all her reservations about being in control of her Mistress, now that the notion was a reality she was feeling a little giddy. It was time to have a teeny tiny bit of payback - and lots of fun...

***

Samantha’s eyes blinked open, and she yawned deeply. Stretching her arms, she looked around the living room blearily, spotting a smirking Victoria standing near the door. She raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing all the way over there?”

“Admiring you,” Victoria replied. Her gaze was indeed fixed on her girlfriend, and her eyes did have a certain wistful quality to them. “How do you feel?”

Samantha took a moment to assess as she sat up, a smile spreading across her face. “I feel... fantastic! Oh, that was so good, baby - I knew you’d put me under! You’re such a good girl.”

Victoria beamed at the praise. She looked very proud of herself.

Well, we can’t have her getting too much of an ego, can we? Samantha grinned vindictively. “Vicky, dear - remove your top,” she meant to say.

To her surprise, Victoria didn’t move. Her shirt - as diaphanous as it was - remained in place. Nor did her ordinary, slightly smug facial expression change to one of meek compliance, to signify her shift into her slave girl persona.

Samantha gaped in confusion. “Uh... why aren’t you doing as you’re told?” she demanded, as she took hold of the bottom of her jumper, pulling it off over her head, to reveal the black bra beneath. Dropping the item of clothing on the floor by the couch, she brushed the hair out of her face.

Victoria struggled not to laugh. “Hmm. I guess I didn’t quite hear what you said. Why don’t you try giving me a different order?”

Samantha’s eyes narrowed. “Take off your pants, Vicky,” she said.

Or at least, she thought she said that.

Even as she gritted her teeth with annoyance at Victoria’s gleeful refusal to follow instructions, Samantha hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of her jeans and tugged them down, letting them fall to her ankles. Underneath, she wore black lacy panties to match her bra. “Do as I say! You’re supposed to be my slave - slaves do as they’re told!”

“Maybe if you give me a clear instruction,” Victoria teased.

“I did! I gave you an order, clear as anything, and you didn’t obey! I thought you didn’t want to disrupt our dynamic?”

“I don’t, I don’t,” Victoria insisted, raising her hands defensively. “I’m sorry, I’m just having a little fun with you. I swear, the second you give me a command, I’ll follow it...”

“Alright then, hypno-bitch - crawl over here on all fours,” she heard herself demand.

Victoria didn’t crawl to Samantha. But Samantha crawled to Victoria, who admired the way her ripe butt tick-tocked back and forth even as she cringed a little at the frustration on her face. “What the hell are you doing?” Samantha growled.

“OK, OK, I’m not sure how much longer I can keep doing this,” Victoria laughed. “Next time you give me an order, you’ll realise and remember.”

Stopping in front of Victoria, Samantha sat back on her legs, kneeling and staring up at her submissive. “I take back what I said earlier - you’re not a good girl. Good girls obey their Mistresses.” Victoria squirmed at her words. “This time, you had better do as I tell you - or I will strike down upon you with great vengeance and furious anger...”

Victoria just smiled down at her in response. If anything, that irritated Samantha even more.

“Worship my feet, slave, until I tell you to stop,” she ordered, with her most imperious glare.

A second later, she realised what had actually come out of her mouth...

“I’m a silly hypno-bitch - put me in my place,” she’d said, her eyes wide and guileless, the picture of docile servility.

And now she knew that was what she’d said, in the exact same way, the last three times she’d tried to order her slave girl around. And she remembered obeying the very commands she’d tried to give.

Even with this awareness restored to her, she couldn’t stop herself from bending down and lavishing Victoria’s bare feet with soft, loving kisses.

***

It was a good few minutes before an amused and aroused Victoria freed Samantha from the compulsion to kiss and lick her feet. The submissive had had more than enough of being in control by that point, so while her hypnotised Mistress returned to the couch, Victoria was content to sit on the floor. (Not that Samantha gave her much of a choice, revoking her permission to use furniture in a fit of pique.)

“So, was that everything you’d hoped it’d be?” Victoria asked.

“Hell, yes,” Samantha sighed. “I had no idea it’d work so well on me! I guess I’m even more malleable than you... Lucky for me you’re so uncomfortable with being in charge, huh?”

They both chuckled. “Did you enjoy being messed with, though?” Victoria asked. “I mean, I wasn’t going to do anything, y’know, dominant, but I was struggling to think of any other suggestions... I thought it’d be simpler to make you dominate yourself!”

“Oh, it was frustrating when I didn’t know what was going on - why you weren’t obeying me - but once I knew what was happening...” Samantha closed her eyes and exhaled joyfully. “My God, it turned me on. Not being able to resist... knowing my mind could be toyed with like that... fuck, now I know why you love it so much!”

They shared rapturous smiles. Victoria had to admit, it felt nice to know Samantha finally fully understood what she experienced on a near-daily basis. And now, she knew, everything had changed. Their future together would be so much more interesting - both of them being susceptible to hypnosis opened up a wider world of possibilities for fun, horny scenarios they could explore.

Samantha’s left hand reached behind Victoria’s head and began scratching her behind the ears and on the back of her neck, sending ecstatic ripples through her entire body. “This is your reward for hypnotising me so well, my good girl...”

“Mmm,” Vicky moaned, her limbs twitching excitedly. “I - I like scritches...”

She let out a squeal at a sudden stinging blow on her cheek - Samantha had slapped her across her face with her right hand. “And that was for screwing with me, naughty pet!” she cackled, clearly not annoyed about that even if she was using it as an excuse to hit her submissive. “Oh, and so’s this...” She slapped the kneeling slave girl again. “What d’you say, Vicky?”

“Thank you Mistress,” Vicky gasped, gazing up at her Mistress adoringly, pain searing her cheek, a storm of lust brewing in her loins.

Samantha returned the loving look. “No, thank you, my love. Today was awesome - and it was only the start. I’m so grateful to you for stepping out of your comfort zone just to make me happy...” Her wicked, dominant grin returned in full force. “And I’m going to repay you by completely squishing you into a flustered, submissive mess for the rest of the night!” She resumed the scritches on the back of Victoria’s head, sending her into more spasms of pleasure.

“S-so,” Victoria eventually managed to say (about ten minutes later), “now that we kn-know hypnosis works on you so well... do - do you have any suggestions you want to try?”

Samantha smiled wickedly. “I do have a few ideas...”