Today Zach was happy to be home early. Work had been quiet, thankfully.

It was his turn to prep dinner, so he was glad to have plenty of time. He couldn't wait to eat, then onto hypnosis practice. Robin had been hypnotising Zach nightly for about a week now. 

Walking through the front door, he was surprised to smell freshly-baked brownies.

Zach called out, "Hey Robin? I'm home!"

"Welcome, my precious test subject!" Robin grinned, emerging from the kitchen holding a tray just from the oven. She was dressed like a '50s house-wife, even if she talked like a '50s mad scientist.

Zach still felt his stomach do a small backflip at Robin's pet name for him.

"Freshly baked? When did you find time for all this?"

"Ahh, the joys of being self-employed. Today was really quiet: all the money-making work was done by eleven. And I don't need to sit at a desk just to make my boss feel good."

Zach stuck his tongue out. The mutual teasing about their sore spots with work had been going on for weeks.

"If you're going to stick your tongue out, I know what you can do with it."

Zach blinked.

Robin held up a whisk covered in brownie mix. "You can clean this up."

"And then I'm making dinner?"

"No I'm making dinner."

"I thought this was a bribe."

"No, this is clean-up duty. First for the brownies, then for dinner. I'll be dicing veggies for the mirepoix. We can't have you handling knives while you're hypnotized."

"—Wait, what."

"You're going to be my obedient servant boy. But first, take a brownie."

Zach finished the last mouthfuls while Robin explained.

"You'll be practicing following more complex suggestions: carrying out a task independently while still remaining hypnotised."

"Is this instead of our usual practice?"

"No, this is extra. The cleaning needs to be done now, and you're going to enjoy serving me. Isn't that right?"

Zach flushed. "Y-Yes Robin."

Robin had been slowly encouraging Zach to talk about his desires outside of trance. She smiled and put a finger on his chin, tilting his head up to meet her gaze.

"Tell me what you'll enjoy."

"I… I will enjoy serving you, Robin."

"Good boy. And don't worry, you'll be plenty hypnotised again at your regular time."

Zach tried not to look too relieved.

"Now keep looking into my eyes, Zach."

Zach suddenly found he couldn't break Robin's gaze.

"Your mind is in my hands. Tell me, Zach."

"M-My mind is in your hands." He couldn't move either.

"Your mind is under my control."

"My mind is under your control." Zach felt his arousal build as his own thoughts trickled away.

"You want me to control all your thoughts."

"I want you to control all my thoughts."

"You are my hypnotised boy."

"I am your hypnotised boy."

"Very good, Zach. Now, until we sit down for dinner, you're going to be my obedient servant boy."

"…I'm going to be your obedient servant boy."

"Mhmm. And my servant boy doesn't need to think."

"Your servant boy doesn't need to think."

"That's right. My servant does just what I tell him."

"Your servant does just what you tell him."

As Robin continued, Zach began to have the strangest feeling.

"His mind is far away."

"His mind is far away."

He felt like he was barely a person at all anymore.

"My voice is all he hears."

"Your voice is all he hears."

Like Zach was watching a character in a show. Someone else who had his body and mind.

"His will is whatever I say."

Someone else was repeating these things for Robin.

"He is my perfect servant."

Zach was just waiting to see what they'd do next.

"He loves to please me, he loves to serve."

Whoever they were, Robin sure had them in the palm of her hand.

"He's ready to clean for me now."

Honestly, he couldn't blame them.

"That's just right, my perfect servant. And now it's time to get started!"

Zach was surprised to watch Robin's servant diligently wash every spatula, spoon and tine from Robin's earlier cooking. Usually Zach found dishes a chore, but Robin's servant was so proud to have a task to do.

It was so strange to watch his hands move, feel the suds and the warm water, and yet still… there was the sensation that Zach was just watching his body act all by itself, and Zach's thoughts had nothing to do with it.

Robin explained again how her servant loved to please. Her servant could feel so honoured to serve her and so proud to serve well. And with each task he did, her servant could just feel so good. And he did, Zach noticed.

But Robin also reminded her servant that he was deeply hypnotised, and each task would send him back a little deeper down. Robin's servant would enjoy that feeling of hypnotised obedience: a comfortable daze where his only concern was doing as he was told.

Zach was amazed as Robin's servant moved onto bowls, then cutting boards and pans, "—but not the knives," Robin reminded him. "Only I handle those, my servant."

Robin's servant continued, until there was nothing left to do but wait for the food to finish cooking. Robin led her servant to the couch, and then Zach watched in amazement as Robin's servant was instructed to rub and massage Robin's feet while they quietly waited.

Zach nearly died of envy, until after a few minutes Robin began speaking again.

"And as you watch, Zach, you can find your eyes completely focused on the sight of my toes. There's nothing you can do but helplessly sink even deeper into trance as you feel my feet brush across your hands. I know you'd love to keep watching, but your heavy eyes simply must fall closed as you obediently sink deeper for me.

"Your thoughts and awareness drifting away again, knowing there's nothing for you to do but obediently sink deeper, under my control, drifting and dazed until…"

"Wake up for me, Zach. Dinner's ready."

Zach's eyes blinked open. Suddenly he could move again?

He knew he'd been hypnotized, but he had the strangest memories. There was someone in their kitchen, Robin's servant, who had… washed all the dishes… then wiped down the kitchen… and massaged Robin's feet, feeling her smooth skin under his hands.

That was him, wasn't it?

Zach realised he was so turned on.

"Wide awake now, my servant boy. We'll talk about it after, but for now I want you to eat some food.

Apparently while he'd been dozing on the couch, Robin had already laid the food out in front of them. And he was hungry too, he realised.

"Th-Thank you for cooking, Robin."

"You're welcome. But you know I had plenty of help!" She grinned.