A few minutes after they'd both finished the meal, Robin stacked the plates and turned to Zach.

"And now my hypnotised servant can find it so easy to return these to the kitchen." Robin winked.

Zach obligingly took the plates to the kitchen — it only seemed fair — but he found himself wondering if he was hypnotised again.

He was pretty sure he wasn't: there was none of the dazed, detached feeling he'd come to associate with Robin hypnotising him. And there certainly wasn't the strange disassociation from his time earlier as "Robin's servant."

So Robin was just teasing him, for now.

Zach returned to the living room and took his usual seat. Robin looked like she wanted to chat. It was only 6:45pm, so they had a bit of time before their regular practice session.

"How was that experience for you, my servant?" Robin winked.

"That was… deeply strange. I can remember being your servant, but it was… like everything was happening to someone else. Like someone else was piloting my body and I was just watching as a passenger."

Robin smiled. "And did you enjoy it?"

Zach paused a moment, then nodded. "Yes Robin. It was… really hot." Zach felt his face flush again.

"I thought so. You did tell me you wanted to be my servant. And I'm sure the disassociation really heightened the feeling of obedience."

Zach nodded again weakly. "It was… wonderful. I didn't even think about obeying or not; it just happened."

"Mhmm…" Robin grinned. "It's pretty hard to disobey if you've forgotten you even have free will."

Zach nodded, but couldn't help but notice Robin crossed one leg over the other, one foot swaying a little idly. At least, it seemed like an idle movement. Zach tried to ignore it.

"And… how did you find the last little service you did for me?"

Zach blushed again furiously. "You mean… r-rubbing your feet?"

"That's right. That's exactly what I mean."

"It was… really good." Zach realised he was staring at Robin's swaying foot again.

"How did it feel to finally touch them?"

"It felt… so good." He still hadn't stopped staring. Was it 7pm yet?

"…to feel my soft soles in your hands?"

"Y-Yes Robin." Did it matter what time it was?

"And I bet it feels so good to tell me that now."

"Yes… Yes Robin." Did it feel good? He couldn't tell anymore.

"You need to rub my feet, don't you?"

"Yes Robin." It was so hard to think watching the motion of Robin's foot. 

"You need to serve them. Tell me."

"Yes Robin. I need to serve them." So much easier to agree with Robin.

"You need to serve me."

"I need to serve you."

"You can't stop watching my foot."

"Yes Robin. I can't stop watching… y-your foot." She was right. He tried to will his eyes to move but nothing happened.

"Very good."

Robin paused for a moment… recrossed her legs… then extended her other foot towards him. Zach barely had a moment to realise what had happened.

"Watch this one now."

And he was lost again. Now the motion of her other foot was the most fascinating thing in the world. What was wrong with him?

"Zach, relax. It's okay."

"It's okay…?"

"Yes Zach. Relax…"

Zach felt his whole body melt at Robin's words, but he was still… bewildered.

"You mean… you don't think I'm some kind of pervert?"

Robin's foot stopped moving.

"Zach…" Robin sighed. Was that… anger? Pity? "Zach… of course I think you're a pervert."

Somehow that snapped him out of it.

Zach looked at Robin's face, shocked. "—wait… what?? You think I'm a pervert?"

"Yes Zach, of course I think you're a pervert!" Robin was smiling. "But first of all: I'm a pervert too. And second of all: you're a type of pervert that I'm quite fond of."

"Really?"

"Zach… Zach, I've spent the last week hypnotizing you, and hypnotizing you to enjoy me hypnotizing you.

"I've also been conditioning you so that you become hypnotised whenever you think of my feet, whenever you look at my feet, and especially when you look at my feet while we're sitting in these seats at 7pm. If I went to all that trouble and then screeched at you when you couldn't stop staring at my feet with a stupid look on your face, it'd be pretty unfair."

"I… Yes okay, when you put it like that, that's a good point."

"I should admit… I did basically seduce you into this whole situation."

"I… I had a feeling."

"Did you? Sometimes I wonder how much you remember of any of trances? You seemed to be repressing a lot."

"I think it's a little clearer now."

"That's something."

"So did you make up all the learning hypnosis stuff?"

"No, not at all! I started learning about a month ago. My girlfriend's been teaching me. I also have a bit of psych knowledge from some college electives, which helps for the longer-term stuff. But still, there's no substitute for a regular practice subject."

"Okay, but why me? And why like this?"

"Well… we've been living together for almost a year now. And in that time, some things became pretty obvious…

"For example, you had a lot of trouble remembering the chores until I took charge of us both doing them regularly. And you really seem to enjoy the menial tasks when I give you clear direction. You're happy to let me figure out the whys and whens."

"Okay, but that's probably just the conditioning you've mentioned…"

"No Zach… That's been the last four months."

"What, really?"

"You haven't noticed that you don't really keep track of the groceries anymore, you just buy what I tell you to?"

"Well yeah, but I'm usually on the way home, and… it can't have been the whole four months??"

"Zach, I have the receipts, as the kids say."

"All right, but…"

"Or three weeks ago when we cleaned out the garage. I had you do all the carrying and sweeping while I handled logistics. You couldn't stop smiling."

"I was just really happy we were getting it sorted. That mess had been overwhelming, and it was nice…"

"…to have someone else think about the details," Robin finished for him.

Zach wasn't sure what to say to that.

"As for the how…" Robin still had one leg crossed over the other, and she started her foot swaying up and down again. Zach's eyes were glued to the motion again.

"In the ten months we've been living together, you haven't been able to stop staring at my feet whenever they're visible."

"That's not… that's not… t-true." Zach felt his face flush red.

"Honestly, for a fetish you're pretty embarrassed about, you are terrible at hiding it."

"No it's just that… that…" Zach wasn't sure if it was the line of questioning or the distracting motion again, but he couldn't think of a rebuttal to that.

"Whenever they're propped up on the couch, whenever I'm painting my toes, whenever I'm putting on shoes or taking them off. Sometimes I've had to repeat myself three times to get your attention."

Zach couldn't argue. Although that was mostly because he was nodding dazedly, following the swaying motion of Robin's foot.

"Which brings me to my original point, Zach. You're definitely a pervert, but so am I. And sometimes there's nothing I love more than ordering someone cute around, having them hang on my every word and submit at my feet. And honestly I think you'd love to be a part of that, right?… Right Zach? Zach?"

Robin stopped moving her foot and clicked her fingers in front of Zach's eyes. Zach blinked and eventually looked back up at Robin's eyes again.

"Er… wait, sorry… I was listening, it was just hard to really… think to respond."

"No, that's okay Zach. Honestly that's on me."

"So… you like having someone cute serving you? Obeying you?"

"Mhmm. And I want that someone to be you, at least some of the time."

"Do I have a choice at this point?"

"Of course you do, Zach! But… I'm pretty sure I know what you'll choose."