The Show Closes…

“Jenna, Jenna, open the door, time for our discussion!” the Mistress said authoritatively but not threateningly through the door where the young woman was staying.

Hearing the Mistress’s voice at the door again spurred Jenna to action—though she really had no idea what action to take consciously. Still wearing the stained bikini, evidence of her efforts the night before on her bikini, face, breasts, hands and legs, the still waking, still confused young woman went to the voice that hypnotizes her.

Jenna opened the door, then turned to head to the bathroom.

The Mistress smiled as she tried to move quickly.

“Stop one second, Jenna,” the Mistress instructed the still waking young lady. “Turn and face me, now.”

The college student stopped. Why she stopped, Jenna most likely would be unable to explain, looking like she did. After stopping, Jenna turned and faced her hypnotist.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress praised. “I see you were very excited by hypnosis yesterday.”

Jenna turned crimson as she blushed, and yet she still found herself finding those eyes of her hypnotist, the eyes of comfort. Eyes easy to look into.

“Yes… Ma’am …” she responded, causing the Mistress to smile.

“Jenna, good hypnotized girls react to the excitement and relaxation of hypnosis all the time, it isn’t anything to be ashamed of,” the Mistress affirmed. “And physical reaction is just a normal part of the excitement of hypnosis, don’t you agree?”

“Yess… Ma’am ….” Jenna replied slowly, her confusion growing.

The veteran Mistress paused, allowing Jenna to gain further comfort in her eyes before proceeding.

“Jenna, I need something from you today,” the Mistress said. “If you want more hypnosis, you will need to agree to be my volunteer for the afternoon show. Do you want to be my volunteer so you may have more hypnosis?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” Jenna replied, in that now established refrain of question by hypnotist, ‘yes’ answer by subject.

“I will need more than just a ‘yes, Ma’am’, Jenna,” the Mistress stated. “Ask for what you want so you may be hypnotized again today.”

“Yes… Ma’am … May I be your volunteer today so I may be hypnotized more?” Jenna asked slowly but steadily.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress replied. “Very good girl. You may be my volunteer today, Jenna. We have lots of work to do so you will be the perfect assistant.”

“Yes… Ma’am …” Jenna answered, unsure of what else to say as she stood in the pink bikini, body covered in cum, eyes focused on those of the Mistress.

“Sleep for me…”

Jenna stood still, then found her eyes closing and her mind and body comfortably descending back under hypnosis.

“When I snap my fingers you will take your uniform for today with you into the bathroom, shower, clean yourself completely, then go to the hotel cafe and meet me there,” the Mistress instructed. “Do you understand?”

“I will obey,” Jenna replied.

“Good girl,” the Mistress commended, watching the young lady obey flawlessly. “Very good girl.”

SNAP

Jenna took the bag from the Mistress and proceeded to head to the bathroom, turned on the shower and climbed in. The pretty co-ed cleaned herself thoroughly—she had been busy the prior night, and ended up with her own cum in various places. As she cleaned her breasts, she felt a thrum as she cleaned her nipples, and it clearly went from her chest and to between her legs, her legs buckling slightly. Never giving it a second worry, a fleeting thought crossed her hypnotized mind…

“It’s very exciting…” she thought for that brief second.

Completing the suggestion, she did not continue to do anything more with her nipples, but cleaned up, turned off the shower and dried off.

She opened the bag and began her dressing in the appropriate clothes as suggested by the skilled hypnotist.

First up, a pink micro bikini. Jenna normally didn’t wear them, but she figured out the garment and felt the comforting material gently caress things. Next in the bag was a pair of tight pink boy shorts, with pockets. The shorts were just that—short and tight. Next out of the bag was a pair of knee high pink socks, which Jenna sat on the toilet and put on, first the left, then the right. she pulled them up as high as they could go—just below the knee. Next in the bag was a pink shirt with a collar, pocket on the front with a spiral on the pocket. The back read “Volunteer”. Jenna put the shirt on, it was tight, form fit her breasts, and ended just above the navel. Like the shorts, the fit was tight. Last in the bag were a pair of pink high top sneakers. Jenna pulled them out, placed them on her sock clad feet and tied the pink laces tight. she stood, and exited the bathroom.

“Good girl, Jenna, you look very ready for another hypnotic day,” the Mistress began. “How are you liking hypnosis?”

“Thank you for hypnotizing me, It’s very exciting,” the young woman said.

The hypnotist held her hands palms up, and like a beacon Jenna walked to the Mistress and placed her hands in those of the larger dominant. Again. The hypnotized girl looked into the eyes of the hypnotist, smiled, and held those hands as the Mistress made small, concentric, comforting circles on the back of both of her subject’s hands. The Mistress smiled as the suggestions she was providing were bearing fruit.

“Of course it is, Jenna, good girls love being hypnotized and showing how exciting it is, that is exciting, isn’t it?” the Mistress asked with purpose.

“Yes… Ma’am …” the hypnotized young woman with the almost vacant smile answered slowly.

“Now, Jenna, you have agreed to be my volunteer today for the show,” the Mistress said. “So we need to prepare you for that, but you know you will be relaxed and excited in hypnosis, and very comforted as I will hold your hand at times during the event, do you understand?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” Jenna answered, slowly and softly, the slight vacant smile returning after the answer.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “Let’s start with breakfast, you will need your strength today. You have a very exciting day ahead of you.”

“Yes… Ma’am …” she replied almost dreamily.

“As we walk, Jenna you will hold my hand and smile, and greet the people I introduce you to respectfully,” the Mistress suggested. “Do you understand?”

“I will obey,” the pretty in pink subject replied.

The Mistress smiled as she led Jenna out of the room, and to the elevator. Jenna, standing before the elevator, simply looked up at the white circles with black lettering indicating what floor the elevator was on as it descended to their floor.

The hypnotist smiled as Jenna repeated the pattern from the prior days as they prepared to enter the elevator.

The doors opened, and inside was an older couple, who looked surprised at the two pretty women as they entered—the Mistress in all black, tall and commanding, and Jenna in all pink, smaller, with a noticeably vacant expression, sexy in tight pink. The Mistress smiled and nodded at the pair, as Jenna simply walked in, turned and looked up at those white circles in the elevator.

The doors opened and the Mistress led Jenna to the smaller cafe where there were usually less people, and the pair secured a quiet booth in the back. The Mistress began pushing more for the young subject, who was responding flawlessly so far.

“Jenna, when I snap my fingers, you will go to the bathroom and spend five minutes seated in a stall playing with your nipples, then return to me, do you understand?” the Mistress said, looking into the eyes of the subject.

“I will obey…” Jenna answered.

“Good girl,” the Mistress said, continuing the conditioning of reward for positive responses and actions.

SNAP

Jenna quietly got up, exited the booth and slowly made her way to the restroom. The few patrons in the cafe looked at the young woman dressed in pink as she made her way, but Jenna paid them no mind as she focused on her singular task. In the restroom, she paid no attention to the woman at the sink as she immediately made her way to a stall, where she pulled up her tight shirt then took a seat.

Jenna reached her hands under her shirt and began to play with her nipples, an occasional pinch thrown in, and as she played she found that connection was still active—between her legs moistened.

While Jenna played, the Mistress ordered for them both. She smiled when she saw Jenna on her way back from the restroom, shirt tight, nipples prominently poking through the pink fabric, a wet spot could be seen for those looking close enough. Looking at her watch, the Mistress realized it was almost exactly five minutes to the second that her subject returned.

The Mistress stood, held out her hand, and Jenna once again took it, while her eyes locked in on those of the Mistress as she made her way across the dining room floor. Neither cared about the audience watching.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “You look very excited, did you enjoy completing your suggestion?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” she replied as she sat where the Mistress pointed.

“Excellent, Jenna, all good girls like following suggestions when hypnotized,” the Mistress replied, pushing the praise phrase. “Eat your breakfast, when you finish, put on these glasses and count yourself deeper, silently, from five to zero, in your head. Continue until I say your name, do you understand?”

“I will obey,” Jenna said as she looked into the eyes of the Mistress.

Jenna ate the breakfast before her, half grapefruit, eggs and toast, with orange juice, as she simply obeyed the suggestion to eat. Across the table, the Mistress was watching every move, and satisfied at how well each suggestion was taking hold.

Once complete, Jenna took the dark sunglasses, placed them on her head and started counting down in her head. The Mistress saw a faint movement of the lips mouthing the numbers, and the definitive relaxation of the body as she counted, her hands at her sides, head leaning forward as she furthered her depth of trance.

The waiter returned to check on the progress of breakfast, and the Mistress asked for the check. The waiter was definitely intimidated at the scene, but asked no questions beyond food and drink. The waiter exited as fast as he could—and was pleased the Mistress left cash to pay the bill—but was a bit concerned as she left the booth and headed away from the table. The waiter was relieved that she made her way to the restroom.

While the Mistress was in the restroom, Jenna simply continued to count herself deeper, oblivious to the restaurant and its customers and staff, sunglasses hiding her closed eyes.

The Mistress smiled as her oblivious subject continued her assigned suggestion as she returned to the table.

“Jenna, open your eyes,” the Mistress said as she looked across the table. “Hand me your glasses.”

Slowly Jenna opened her eyes.

“Let’s go, Jenna, we have things to do,” the Mistress said, standing and holding out her hand. “You did a very good job with your suggestions this morning, I am pleased you are such a good, hypnotized girl. Did following those suggestions excite you?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” Jenna answered as she took the hand being held out.

Again Jenna followed earlier suggestions as they rode the elevator, sending herself deeper as she stared at the circular white lights, each number sending her hypnotized mind deeper with each flash, whether descending or ascending.

They stopped at the promoter’s room, where the pair were invited inside.

“Jenna, this is the promoter of the weekend events, when I snap my fingers you will introduce yourself and refer to him as Sir,” the Mistress commanded.

“I will obey,” the young woman replied, still holding the safe hand of her hypnotist.

SNAP

“Hello, Sir, I am Jenna,” the young woman said on cue.

“Hello Jenna, you look lovely in pink,” the promoter replied. “And you look very excited.”

“Jenna, tell the man what has you excited,” the Mistress began. “Are you excited by hypnosis?”

“I love being hypnotized, it is very exciting, Ma’am …” Jenna said slowly.

“Good girl,” the Mistress said. “When I snap my fingers you will not pay attention to what is being said until you hear me say your name again. It will be play time for you as well, until you hear me say your name. Do you understand?”

“I will obey…” the young woman replied.

“She is really deep, isn’t she,” the promoter said.

“As deep as any subject I have ever had after only a few days,” the Mistress said. “She is a good girl.”

The promoter watched as Jenna’ body, mostly her shorts, twitched at the praise, and nodded and pointed to the shorts.

SNAP

Jenna uncoupled her hand from the Mistress, lifted her shirt, and began again playing with her nipples, which further extended the growing wet spot in the tight pink shorts.

“She will not hear a thing until I say her name,” the Mistress said. “But I will use her for the show later, she is pretty well there. A few things before showtime and she will be a star.”

“What have you got planned?” the promoter asked.

“Oh, don’t worry, you will absolutely love it,” the Mistress replied. “Is this the bag of things I asked for?”

“Yes, it is,” the promoter said. “I really don’t want them back….”

The two laughed as the Mistress looked in the bag, closed it and placed it under her arm.

“Jenna,” the Mistress said loudly. “Stop playtime.”

The pair looked on as Jenna ended her heavy handed reverie of manipulating her nipples, causing a near full wet spot in her shorts. The hypnotist smiled as the young woman assumed her hypnotized standing position, hands at her sides, nearly vacant smile on her face.

The Mistress held out her hand, which the hypnotized Jenna immediately reached for, as the Mistress led him from the promoter’s room, down the hall and to the Mistress’s room.

Once there, the Mistress stood Jenna before the mirror and praised him for the following suggestions so far.

“Jenna, we are going to prepare you for the show later,” the Mistress began. “You will feel safe and comfortable throughout the show, because I will be holding your hand at some points, and you will be able to focus on my eyes at other points, do you understand?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” the young woman replied.

“Very good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “We have some important things to prepare you for, so pay attention, Jenna.”

The Mistress took out a collar and leash out of the bag, and placed it on the table next to the hypnotized Jenna, standing hands at her sides, vacant smile, excitement showing in her shorts.

The Mistress thought silently to himself “good, she didn’t flinch with the collar and leash, That should mean good things as we discuss her boyfriend…”

* * *

The sign outside the small ballroom officially welcomed people to the end of the weekend hypnosis show featuring the Mistress of Sleep, her large, amazonian yet feminine figure on the signage. Inside, a reasonably good crowd was in attendance, many people already leaving based on travel time, flights and the like.

As the show began, The Mistress of Sleep walked out hand in hand with her volunteer, still wearing her all pink outfit. Wearing a wireless headset, the Mistress deposited Jenna in a chair, and placed her hand on her head and gave her the first suggestion.

“Sleep for me….”

Jenna’s head dutifully slumped into her chest as she sank deeper into hypnosis.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress praised. “Silently count yourself deeper as you sit here, from five to zero, continuing until you hear me say your name again, hearing nothing until you hear your name, do you understand?”

“I will obey…” the young woman replied, quietly.

Jenna sat in the chair and you could see her lips mouthing the numbers as she counted down.

“Tonight we will see a demonstration of hypnosis like no other,” the Mistress said. “Our brave volunteer has only begun her hypnotic journey this very weekend.”

The small crowd made some noise at the statement.

“You will see the power of hypnosis,” the Mistress said. “The ability to lower inhibitions, see things differently, use the imagination, all will be on display tonight for your enjoyment. Please do not make any loud noises, we do not want to awaken or frighten our brave new volunteer.”

The Mistress nodded, and someone brought out a full length mirror and placed it in the center of the stage area in the theater in the round with people looking down at the hypnotist and subject from seats all around.

“First, let me demonstrate the power of conditioning and hypnosis,” the Mistress said as she approached Jenna. “Our young subject has been conditioned to follow a few simple suggestions to deepen trance, find hypnosis exciting, and feel comfortable being hypnotized.”

The Mistress made a small adjustment to the mirror then moved over to Jenna.

“Watch how she focuses on my eyes and will move to take hold of my hand as we move through the evening,” the Mistress explained. “These are conditioned hypnotic responses.”

A big smile crossed the large hypnotist’s face.

“Jenna, open your eyes,” the Mistress said, as she towered over the woman seated in the purposely low chair.

The Mistress smiled as Jenna found the eyes of the hypnotist, gazing up with that perfect, near vacant smile. The crowd noticed.

“Jenna, are my eyes comfortable to look into?” The Mistress asked.

“Yes… Ma’am …” Jenna replied.

The Mistress took a few steps, finishing in front of the full length mirror. Once there, she held out her hands, palms up at Jenna.

The young woman saw the theatrical manner of the Mistress extending her hands, and she arose from the chair, walked to the Mistress, and placed her hands on those much larger, more powerful hands.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress praised, as she had all weekend. “Does it feel safe to hold my hand, Jenna?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” the young woman in pink answered.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress praised. “When I snap my fingers, you may close your eyes and count silently deeper from 5 to zero again, hearing nothing until I say your name, do you understand?”

“I will obey…” was the suggestion’s reply.

SNAP

Jenna closed her eyes, and the mouthing of numbers to count herself deeper resumed.

“As I said, the volunteer has been conditioned to take my hand when I extend it, whether awake or under hypnosis,” the Mistress said. “It is reinforced by the phrase ‘good girl’, which as you will see as we move along is very effective as a reward.”

The Mistress resumed looking at Jenna.

“Jenna, open your eyes,” the Mistress said.

The crowd noticed the young woman once again focusing on the eyes of the hypnotist.

“Good girl,” the Mistress started, and he, and some of the crowd, noticed a deep breath and a sigh. “Jenna, when I snap my fingers, you will awaken from hypnosis, feeling so wonderful knowing you were such a good girl, deeply hypnotized, so excited and relaxed by hypnosis. You will feel very calm and relaxed as you notice the crowd.”

SNAP

Jenna opened her eyes, slowly, as the Mistress removed her hands from Jenna and moved across the stage. As Jenna reached full awareness, she noticed she was at the event as the volunteer.

“Jenna, how are you feeling, standing on stage at the show you volunteered for, do you find hypnosis relaxing and exciting?” the Mistress asked.

“Thank you for hypnotizing me, it’s very exciting…” the young woman replied, her eyes again finding the Mistress.

That fact did not go unnoticed by the audience.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said, “You are doing great in front of all these people.”

People also noticed the wet pink shorts.

The Mistress held out her hands once again, palms up, to the awake Jenna, who made her way over to the hypnotist and placed her hands on those large, comforting safety nets as she gazed into the eyes of the hypnotist and smiled.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the dominant continued. “We can all see just how relaxed and excited hypnosis makes you, are you feeling comfortable in front of all these people?”

“Yes… Ma’am ….” the young woman replied as she stood with the Mistress.

“Sleep for me…” the Mistress said as she fell back into hypnosis.

The Mistress allowed some time for Jenna to settle before moving on to the next suggestion for the crowd.

“Jenna, when I snap my fingers, you will begin playtime,” the Mistress said. “When you start playtime, you will remain deeply hypnotized and hear nothing I say until I say your name, do you understand?”

“I will obey,” the college student replied.

“How do you feel about hypnosis, Jenna?” the Mistress asked.

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…” was the reply.

SNAP

Jenna’ eyes blinked open and she saw her reflection in the mirror as she began playtime on her nipples under her shirt.

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

As the young woman continued her play, the Mistress moved away from Jenna and began explaining.

“As you can see, she is definitely a deep subject, and part of the earlier hypnosis was this very exercise,” the Mistress stated. “She follows suggestions well, and this particular one is designed to deepen her hypnosis depth and further her excitement for hypnosis.”

The Mistress placed the microphone in front of Jenna.

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Jenna, Listen to me now as you keep playing,” the Mistress said. “In a moment, I will snap my fingers and you will awaken and you will believe you are alone, at home, remembering your fun in hypnosis, remembering how being hypnotized is exciting and how you love being hypnotized. Do you understand?”

“I will obey,” the young woman replied.

“You will continue playtime, believing you are all alone, and remove your shirt, bikini top and your tight shorts and allow yourself to become as excited as you can without finishing, do you understand?” the Mistress added.

“I will obey,” Jenna responded.

SNAP

Jenna blinked awake, and began her task. She removed her pink shirt, and the bikini top underneath that, revealing her ample breasts. Next she removed her boy shorts, leaving her in a micro bikini bottom, knee high pink shorts, and high top sneakers.

The topless girl only slowed her work on her nipples as she continued the play, slowly building back the rhythm as she watched herself in the mirror. Slowly, she regained that momentum from when she was hypnotized.

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

Jenna also was reciting her mantra for playtime, at a soft level as she watched in the mirror. The pink bikini moistened as she got more excited.

The audience watched as Jenna paid no attention to the noise in the room, she simply played, believing she was alone in her room—enjoying things immensely as her nipples engorged and her bikini could barely contain her wetness.

After seeing the young woman intensify her play and back off, repeatedly, the Mistress intervened.

“Sleep for me, Jenna,” the Mistress instructed, as Jenna took to the familiar standing hypnotized pose, hands at her sides, standing straight. “Jenna, when I snap my fingers, we will be back at the show where you are volunteering. Do you understand?”

“I will obey,” the hypnotized college student answered.

“Very good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress started. “Do you remember what we talked about with the show about the collar and leash?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” the young woman answered.

“Good girl, Jenna, you are so smart,” the Mistress praised. “Tell me what you remember, now.”

“Yes… Ma’am …” Jenna replied. “The collar and leash is a staple to your show. When the subject wears it they find it too heavy to stand and can lift it off the floor only when on all fours…. The leash lightens it so the person wearing the leash can lift their head higher…. The person in the collar speaks a new language…”

“Very good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “And do you like being hypnotized?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” Jenna replied.

“Why do you like being hypnotized, Jenna?” the Mistress asked.

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…” Jenna said, repeating the mantra.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “Please be a good girl and open your eyes, and return to your volunteer seat now.”

“I will obey,” Jenna answered as she made her way to the volunteer chair as the stage hands removed the mirror.

The Mistress brought out the black collar with silver studs all around it and black leash, as the seated Jenna found the eyes of the hypnosis dominant again.

“Jenna, do you see what I am holding?” the Mistress asked.

“Yes… Ma’am …” the young woman replied.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said, twirling the leash and collar in her hand. “And where does this go?”

“The show volunteer will have it put on,” the hypnotized subject said calmly. “It is part of the show.”

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “Who is the volunteer, Jenna?”

“I am, Ma’am …” the young woman, still sporting only a pink bikini bottom, replied.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “Lean forward… ”

Jenna leaned to the edge of the chair, still staring into those relaxing familiar eyes.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “Focus on your collar, now.”

The smaller college woman looked at the collar as the Mistress unclasped it and opened it, the leash neatly unconnected and laid over her left arm.

“Here you are Jenna, your collar,” the Mistress said, fitting it around the neck of the volunteer.

Once the collar was snapped in place, Jenna fell to all fours in slow motion, her hands and knees supporting, her head cowed, seeing the shined boots of the hypnotist.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “How do you feel?”

“Woof… woof….” Jenna said,

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said, the repeating praise phrase sending Jenna more excitement wearing her collar and the bikini bottom.

“Focus on the leash,” the Mistress said, attaching the silver clasp to the D-ring of the collar. Jenna’s head immediately picked up.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “Walkies...”

Jenna gently had her leash tugged, and the young woman on all fours followed to keep pace as the Mistress showed off the hypnotized young woman to all sections of the audience. The breasts and engorged nipples nearly reached the floor as the dog on a leash parade continued.

The Mistress allowed the young woman to parade on all fours, leashed and collared like a pet dog for a few minutes before showing the depth of the subject’s trance.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress commended, causing a whimper and a woof from the collared and leashed college student on all fours. “Humpies….”

With the command, Jenna dropped, wrapped herself around the Mistress’ leg, and began pushing forward as a dog seeking pleasure from the friction of rubbing herself on the Mistress’ leg. The whimpers of excitement and ‘woofs’ of pleasure continued, as Jenna thrust about like an animal.

“Stop,” the Mistress said, as the crowd watched Jenna stop rubbing herself on the leg of her hypnotist.

Jenna fell face down on the floor.

“Good girl, on your back now,” the Mistress said, as she watched the pink bikini bottom, pink knee sock and pink sneaker wearing hypnotized volunteer roll to her back as the hypnotist held the leash. “When I snap my fingers you will feel your belly being rubbed, and not hear anything I say until I touch your forehead, you will be a very good girl and enjoy your belly rub, do you understand?”

“Woof woooof woooof,” Jenna said in the language of the collar and leash.

The crowd laughed.

SNAP

Jenna, her nipples fully engorged, began rolling on her back like a dog receiving a belly rub, slightly howling and her legs moving in circles.

“So as you all can see, the volunteer, when deeply hypnotized, will follow suggestions, and have the parameters of their actual situation be altered,” the Mistress started, referring to Jenna’ belief she was home alone earlier in the show. “For example, she readily accepted she was home alone, playing with her nipples, reminiscing her exciting hypnosis play.”

The young woman laying on her back began to move one leg in rapid circles like a belly rub finding that magic spot, causing the crowd to roar.

“And as you see, reality can be altered, and inhibitions lessened and perceptions changed,” the Mistress said as she leaned down and touched the young girl’s forehead.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “Walkies.”

Jenna got on all fours and was again led around the stage by the leash, her pink breasts nearly dragging on the floor as she followed the leashed lead of the Mistress.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress praised. “Stay!”

Jenna stopped, and the Mistress reached down and unfastened the collar from the volunteer’s neck.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said, as the hypnotized subject just sat and waited for the next command as the Mistress moved across the stage to place the leash and collar down.

The Mistress turned to Jenna, who again found those eyes to look into, as the Mistress held out her hands, palms up. The volunteer rose to her feet, and slowly made her way across the floor to place her hands in those of the Mistress, eyes never leaving those of the dominant.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress praised. “Very good girl. You are performing very well Jenna, I know how excited you are for hypnosis, and the crowd can see that too, you should be very proud of your excitement. Are you proud and happy to be this excited by hypnosis?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” the young woman answered, that ever present nearly vacant smile still on her face.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “Being this deep in hypnosis is the most exciting thing you have ever experienced, is that right Jenna?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” the young woman replied, the comment causing a reaction in the crowd.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress added. “There is nothing more exciting to you than being a good, hypnotized girl, isn’t that right?”

“Yes… Ma’am ….” was the slow, monotone reply.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said, removing her right hand from the subject’s left as she led the young woman to the volunteer chair across the floor. “Me leading you by the hand is much like being on the leash, isn’t it Jenna?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” the college student answered.

“Being deeply hypnotized is the most exciting thing to ever happen to you, isn’t that right Jenna?” the Mistress repeated, allowing the young subject to take the seat.

“Yes… Ma’am …” she replied.

“This is the most exciting thing you have ever experienced, isn’t that right, Jenna?” the Mistress asked.

“Yes… Ma’am …” was the patterned reply.

“Anything sexual out of hypnosis isn’t exciting at all, is it Jenna,” the Mistress started. “Sex out of hypnosis is just not arousing after this exciting experience, right Jenna?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” the college student answered.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “Sleep for me…”

SNAP

Jenna’ eyes closed, and head rolled into her chest as the Mistress was setting up for the finale.

“Jenna, when I snap my fingers, you will be at home and see your boyfriend sitting in front of you, do you understand?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” the subject responded.

“He will see how excited you are but not have any idea why you are so very excited. He will have no idea that it is hypnosis that gets you so very excited, but you must never tell him about hypnosis, do you understand?” the Mistress said.

“Yes… Ma’am …” she replied.

“You will respond as you know you must, remembering that it is hypnosis that excites you, and anything sexual with your boyfriend is the opposite of exciting, do you understand?” the Mistress instructed.

“Yes Ma’am …” Jenna answered.

“When I snap my fingers, you will awaken, and follow these suggestions I have given you, when you hear the phrase ‘sleep for me’ you will return back into your warm, wonderful deep hypnotic sleep, do you understand?” the Mistress said.

“I will obey,” Jenna answered.

The Mistress moved a second chair to face the one Jenna was seated on, before the dominant took the seat across from the deeply hypnotized girl.

SNAP

Jenna awoke slowly, stretching, and had a look of surprise as she came to full awareness.

“Ohh… Danny… hi? What are you doing here?” Jenna asked.

“You are so funny Jenna,” the Mistress said, filling the role of boyfriend, pointing at her pink toplessness. “We talked about this all day! And I see you are super ready…by the way, the pink is adorable…”

Jenna blushed crimson, replying “thanks….”

“Is this all for me?” the Mistress asked, pointing to the toplessness and pink ensemble, as Jenna believed she saw her boyfriend at her home.

“Yyyess….” Jenna said nervously.

“That’s the most excited I think I have ever seen you, Jenna.” the Mistress, as boyfriend, said.

Jenna, unsure what to tell her ‘boyfriend’ simply blushed and turned away. The Mistress reached out, and turned the girl’s chin to face him.

“I like it, Jenna,” the faux boyfriend said.

The Mistress then leaned in and gave Jenna a light peck on the lips, as the crowd looked on to see what was going to happen.

Jenna took a shuddering breath, and pulled back. The Mistress, as ‘Danny, the boyfriend’ pushed in and kissed the topless hypnosis subject. Hard. The stronger, more powerful Mistress placed her hand behind Jenna’s head and continued the kiss as the crowd gasped and roared.

In her mind, Jenna did not find the kiss exciting at all. It didn’t excite her. she felt her excitement lessen as the kiss lingered. Eventually the Mistress ended the kiss.

“What’s wrong, Jenna?” the ‘boyfriend’ asked pointedly.

“I… I ddon’t kknnnnoww…” was the nervous reply.

“You were just super excited a minute ago? Don’t I excite you more than anything, Jenna?” the Mistress/boyfriend said as Jenna saw and heard her ‘Danny’.

“Ohhh… of course you doo….” the college student stuttered. “I…. don’t know what’s wrong.. Stress I guess…”

The Mistress smiled at Jenna.

“Well, let me see if I can help you get back to being excited…” the dominant said as she reached out to Jenna.

The Mistress reached her hand and slipped it under the pink bikini bottoms.

Slowly, the Mistress started playing with Jenna under the bikini. Slowly at first.

As the Mistress teased and began, Jenna found herself in turmoil. her excitement was retreating at the touch—as her ‘Danny’ was playing with her.

“Come on, Jenna, let’s get you ready girl…” the Mistress teased, as she increased her pace.

Jenna, turning more and more red, was mortified. The more her ‘boyfriend’ played, the faster the hand in her bikini moved, the less excited she became.

“Oh my god, Jenna, what is wrong with you?” the Mistress asked. “This ALWAYS got you super wet and excited!”

“I…. don’t know…. what’s wrong…” the pink wearing young woman said, becoming more and more nervous and agitated as she got less aroused and her wetness dried up.

The Mistress continued her ambitious play, all to no avail. Jenna was becoming more and more nervous and agitated the more the Mistress manipulated her, with absolutely no excitable reaction.

“I guess I just don’t excite you anymore…” the Mistress said, sadly, as she looked away from Jenna, playing the role of the upset boyfriend perfectly.

Jenna stammered, embarrassed, nervous, and unsure how to react.

Finally, the Mistress let the young woman off the hook.

“Sleep for me…”

Jenna fell into a merciful hypnotic trance.

“Jenna, when I snap my fingers, you will count yourself deeper from five to zero, continuing until you hear me say your name. Until you hear your name, you will not hear anything I say,” the Mistress instructed. “Do you understand?”

“I will obey,” the now young woman replied.

SNAP

Jenna started her countdowns, speaking softly, as she deepened her trance.

“So you see, ladies and gentlemen,” the Mistress told the crowd. “Perceptions can be altered. Some say you can’t make someone do something they do not want to do. I think I just proved you can manipulate things the way you like as a hypnotic dominant to make it so.”

The crowd watched the Mistress speak, and watched as Jenna deepend her own trance. There were some soft sighs as the bikini bottom, pink socks and sneakers wearing Jenna was beginning to find the deepening hypnosis exciting.

“It is time to close the show,” the Mistress said. “Jenna, look at me.”

The young woman lifted her head and found those eyes.

“Tell me Jenna,” the Mistress began. “Do you find hypnosis the most exciting thing you have ever experienced?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” was the reply.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress praised. “And nothing else gets you excited like this, is that right Jenna?”

“Yes… Ma’am …” again the young woman answered.

“Good girl, Jenna.” the Mistress said. “When I snap my fingers, you will repeat ‘being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…’ as you play with your nipples and between your legs. The more you play, the more you repeat the phrase, the deeper you will go, the more excited you will become, do you understand?”

“I will obey…” the young woman responded as the Mistress smiled as she looked down at her soft hypnotized facial features contrasting her hardening nipples.

“You will not finish until you hear me say the words ‘cum for me, good girl’ do you understand?” the Mistress continued.

“I will obey…” was the calm and steady reply.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “You love showing off how exciting hypnosis makes you, so you will wear your cum as a badge of honor, feeling so satisfied at being hypnotized so deeply and being so excited by hypnosis, do you understand?”

“I will obey…” Jenna answered without hesitation.

SNAP

Jenna began her play, reaching into her bikini bottom with her right hand while her left manipulated, teased and pinched her nipples as she began her repetitive mantra.

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

The Mistress looked on approvingly, as the crowd enjoyed the control and admired the enthusiasm of the hypnotized volunteer. It did not take Jenna long to reach full excitement, which the crowd noticed and made comments among themselves.

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

The Mistress let Jenna enjoy the excitement, while allowing the mantra to marinate in her deeply hypnotized mind.

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

“Being hypnotized is exciting, I love being hypnotized…”

After the Mistress felt Jenna had reached the edge and retreated enough, it was time to close the show.

“Cum for me, good girl…” the Mistress said.

Jenna sped up her handiwork with abandon as she didn’t have to back off.

“Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” the pretty young woman screamed with passion, as she finally completed her task and came harder than she ever had before.

The Mistress let Jenna revel in the moment before eventually saying something.

“Good girl, Jenna,” the Mistress said. “When I snap my fingers, stand up, wave to the crowd, and take a bow and follow me, do you understand?”

“I will obey,” Jenna answered.

SNAP

The volunteer stood up, her legs wet, her hands sticky, her stomach and breasts glistening, and she waved to the crowd. She moved steadily across the floor and she eventually reached the outstretched hand of the hypnotist and placed her hand in the Mistress’.

The beautiful and topless Jenna continued to wave with her free hand as she followed the Mistress across the show floor, out the door and to the elevator, her hand never stopping—on her way to her new life.