“Slave, Sleep,” Willow Winchester commanded her latest conquest, federal agent Bailey Best.

In her captivity, the agent had been converted to a slave loyal to her Mistress, and she now stood in the now familiar white latex, white collar, deeply hypnotized.

“Slave, when I snap my fingers you will walk to the desk, sit down and give me all the contact information of all the federal agents that you are working with, names, addresses, everything you know about each, do you understand?” Willow asked.

“Yes Mistress, I hear and will obey,” the pretty agent and mo answered.

“Tell me the mission in exact terms that you are on before you start your task, slave,” Willow demanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Bailey said. “I am working with a team to find the slave ring taking high powered people to strange new jobs and locations. The Agency believes mind control is potentially at play.”

“Very good girl,” Willow said, rewarding the slave for her obedience with her pleasure phrase. “And have you found anything in this search yet, slave?”

“No, Mistress,” the agent replied.

“Well slave, when you find something, you will report that information to me first, and I will decide what you will tell the Agency, is that understood?” Willow said, smiling widely.

“Yes, Mistress,” Bailey replied.

“Very good girl, Agent,” Bailey answered.

The cunning dominant waited for the pleasure to die down in her slave before she moved her on to her important task.

“Each agent you provide information about will earn you a reward…” Willow said. “Earn yourself a very big reward, Agent Slave…”

SNAP

Bailey Best, federal agent, slowly walked to the desk, sat down, and began to sell out her fellow agents, one by one, obeying her task with a smile- awaiting a big reward from her Mistress.

* * *

Bailey’s daughter was caught up in the net that entangled her mother, with her mother now reconditioned to be a double agent on behalf of her new mistress, slave trader and slave maker Willow Winchester. The Mistress had a few new ideas and toys that she was putting to use in the changing of the Best family, as she was in the process of rebuilding the former Brianna Best into a whole new person with a new name, new outlook and new physique.

Willow was in the room where the newly remanded Margitte Magussen laid, being conditioned in her drugged sleep for her new name and outlook, her body having been upgraded through various surgeries.

Once the body had healed enough, the slave trader began her mental conditioning.

Wires extended from the bed, where a phallus was inserted to help facilitate acceptance of the new persona, using a stimulus reward mechanism in the drugged sleep training. With the surgeries, Willow kept the girl in a drugged, semi sleeping/semi awake state, where suggestions were bombarding her mind as she lay, her body nearly recovered from facial and body work. Willow was ready to assess where the girl was in her process to become a conditioned slave, ready to do her bidding.

The Mistress injected a drug into the IV line that was attached to the girl, and slowly looked on as the beautiful young woman emerged to awareness slowly.

“Hello, my dear,” Willow said with a smile. “How do you feel?”

“I… feel….different… slow…” the girl replied.

“That’s to be expected, dear,” Willow said, gently stroking the cheek of the girl, who lay untethered to the bed, unlike when she arrived.

The girl in the bed flinched as the bed began to move to an upright position.

“No worry, dear, you are perfectly safe,” Willow said softly. “Look into the mirror, dear.”

“Who…. what happened… what….” the girl stuttered looking at her reflection that seemed foreign to her.

“That’s you, dear, I have made you perfect,” Willow said calmly. “Can you tell me your name?”

“Bri….bri....Mar...Margitte…” the girl on the bed fumbled, trying to remember her identity. “What’s happening to me….”

“Relax, dear,” Willow said in a comforting tone. “Look at me, dear.”

The girl looked at the domme, if only to escape looking at her own foreign reflection.

“Tell me your name, dear…” Willow said in a demanding tone, one that resonated with the girl in bed.

SNAP

A sharp fingersnap caused the girl to blink, then reply after opening her eyes.

“I am Margitte Magnussen….” the girl replied in a more convincing tone, Willow’s louder voice being more synonymous to the one that seemed familiar from the soundtrack playing in her mind as she slept in drugged submission as she recovered from surgeries, triggering the response with the snap.

“Good girl,” Willow said, noticing the girl smiling as pleasure emanated within her body from the praise, a dreamy smile present. “Like mother likt daughter….”

“Margitte, who am I….” Willow said in a more demanding tone.

SNAP

A second sharp snap of Willow’s fingers elicited a new response.

“Willow Winchester, my owner….” the former Brianna Best replied.

“Very good girl,” Willow praised. “Your sleep learning has been effective, that pleases me.”

The girl did not reply, but simply continued to look at Willow as the praise allowed that excitement to be felt through her body.

“We will continue to work on your sense of self and who you are,” Willow said, stroking the cheek of the very pretty, very shapely girl, remade from the surgeries provided, her voice more sharp as she asked her next question. “What are your thoughts on hypnosis?”

SNAP

A third snap and another response at the ready.

“Hypnosis completes me, I need to be hypnotized…” the girl replied, slightly vacant stare as she answered.

“Of course it will, dear,” Willow said, staring at the girl’s reflection as she continued to gaze at her own form, still seemingly different. “Admire your beauty, Margitte, I will return in a moment.”

Willow turned the girl’s head to look in the mirror, then walked over to the door and brought in Bailey Best, mother of the girl in the bed.

“Margitte, do you know this woman?” Willow asked, a smile on her face.

“I… think? …ummm someone i knew? Maybe? ..” Margitte stammered out an unsure answer, before being saved by Willow. “I’mmm confused….”

“Hold on, Margitte, silence please,” Willow said, watching as the girl found herself silent.

Willow went to the medical cabinet and pulled out a rubber hose, syringe and vial of liquid and placed them on the table in front of the girl laying in bed, as the beautifully remade girl was wondering who she was, who this other woman was. The only thing she was sure of was Willow Winchester, and when she thought of the woman in white, she thought ‘owner’.

“Agent, do you recognize this girl?” Willow asked, knowing that through her conditioning of Bailey Best she was trained to forget personal ties except for a personal tie to Willow, as her slave and double agent.

“Should I, Mistress?” the Agent said, further sending the girl in the bed further into confusion.

“Sleep, slave,” Willow commanded, and watched as Bailey Best stood, but fell deep into hypnosis. “Hear nothing until I touch your forehead, slave.”

The girl in the bed stayed silent as well, confused about the situation. The woman looked familiar, her voice familiar, but after weeks in a drug induced period of ‘sleep learning’ and conditioning, the former Brianna Best was unsure of anything.

“Dear, you may now remember that this woman is your mother, but more importantly you understand that she is my hypnotized, brainwashed slave, which you soon will be,” Willow said as she took the right arm of the bedridden girl and tethered it to the bedrail. “Your mother is going to drug you so you may begin your hypnosis, and it will help make you complete.”

The former Brianna Best looked on in confusion, slightly flailing in the bed as the white clad Willow moved to secure the girl’s left arm to the bedrail.

“Mother?!?...” she questioned softly and with uncertainty. “Nooooo……”

“Yes, dear, your mother,” Willow said, breaking into the last vestiges of the old, tough fighter that was Brianna Best, champion athlete, academic scholar and now on her way to something other than what she planned. “She will administer the drug that will help hypnotize you… allow you to be deeply hypnotized so you can be complete. You want to be complete, don’t you dear?”

“I….” the girl struggled after weeks of drug induced sleep where her mind was bombarded with a new soundtrack crafted by Willow Winchester to remake her into a slave.

“You do want to be complete, don’t you Margitte?” Willow said directly, loudly.

SNAP

Another fingersnap. Another conditioned response at the ready.

“I want to be complete…” Margitte replied, eyes glazed over.

WIllow smiled at her prey.

“Then you want to be hypnotized, don’t you Margitte,” Willow began, her voice rising in volume. “Ask to be hypnotized, dear.”

SNAP

“Please hypnotize me…” A soft spoken, glazed eyed girl asked from her bed, her unfocused eyes getting a glimpse of her new form.

“Good girl, Margitte,” Willow said. “After I wake her, ask your mother, my hypnotized and brainwashed slave, to drug you so you may be deeply hypnotized.”

Margitte, through glassy eyes, watched as the Mistress touched the forehead of Bailey Best to awaken her.

SNAP

“Please, give me the drug to hypnotize me, mother…” Margitte said slowly and softly.

Unfazed by being called mother, Bailey Best wrapped the rubber cord around her daughter’s arm, filled the syringe with the liquid, took the air out of the syringe and unceremoniously plunged it into the right arm of her daughter without fanfare.

“Good girl, Agent Slave,” Willow said. “You have given me five agents’ information and today, your very own daughter …”

Agent Bailey Best simply smiled and felt pleasure from the praise of her Mistress, while her daughter, now mostly Margitte Magnussen, struggled to keep her eyes open as the drug coursed through her system.

“Agent Slave, you may go to your quarters, and have three orgasms with the toy you will find in your dresser,” Willow said. “After the third orgasm you will fall to sleep wherever you are.”

“I hear and obey, Mistress,” Bailey Best said with a smile, happy to have pleased her mistress, and ecstatic to have earned reward.

Bailey turned, left the room and made her way to the very next room where she began to enjoy her reward. Had the walls not been thoroughly soundproofed, the entire complex could have heard Bailey Best enthusiastically carrying out her reward.

“Margitte, dear, do look at the flame…” Willow instructed as she lit a candle and placed the curved mirror behind it as she had with the girls’ mother.

Margitte Magnussen stared at the flame, and accepted her fate to be hypnotized.

“Time for you to become complete….”

* * *

Willow Winchester found Bailey Best sprawled, nearly falling off her bed, large phallus still between her legs when she retrieved her after the Agent’s three orgasm reward, causing the dominant to smile as she awakened her.

“Agent Best, you are doing so well, are you enjoying your hypnosis with me?” Willow Winchester asked, waking the mom and slave, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, Mistress,” Bailey responded, waking then getting to her knees to start the day as was the custom.

“Of course you are,” Willow replied, petting the agent on her head. “Sleep, slave…”

The kneeling Bailey’s eyes slowly shut as she waited for that voice that commanded her sleep.

“When I snap my fingers, you will arise, take a cold shower, put on your uniform, complete your hair and makeup then leash yourself and wait for me to collect you,” Willow said. “You have 15 minutes.”

While the enslaved agent completed her task of preparing for the day, Willow walked next door and looked in on the agent’s daughter. Entering the room, the domme was pleased at what she witnessed. The former Brianna Best, naked on her bed, repeating her mantra. Wired nipple clamps attached to each nipple, a wired phallus between her legs, cadenced with her mantra to provide reinforcing pleasure to the brainwashing.

“I am Margitte Magnussen, I am the slave of Willow Winchester…”

“I am complete, I am a slave…”

“I am Margitte Magnussen, I am the slave of Willow Winchester…”

“I am complete, I am a slave…”

“I am Margitte Magnussen, I am the slave of Willow Winchester…”

“I am complete, I am a slave…”

“Stop slave,” Willow ordered, and the girl stopped repeating her mantra, her eyes still locked on the candle.

“You have done very well beginning your day, slave,” Willow praised, as the girl had attached the clamps, inserted the phallus, and lit the candle before sinking into hypnosis to continue conditioning.

“What’s your name?” Willow inquired.

“Margitte Magnussen, Mistress,” was the response.

“Who am I?” the white witch asked.

“Willow Winchester, my owner, my Mistress,” the naked girl answered.

“Are you enjoying hypnosis?” Willow asked.

“Yes, Mistress, hypnosis helps me be complete,” the surgically enhanced girl replied.

“Mantra, Slave,” Willow ordered.

“I am Margitte Magnussen, I am the slave of Willow Winchester…”

“I am complete, I am a slave…”

“I am Margitte Magnussen, I am the slave of Willow Winchester…”

“I am complete, I am a slave…”

“I am Margitte Magnussen, I am the slave of Willow Winchester…”

“I am complete, I am a slave…”

Willow enjoyed watching her thralls condition themselves, and she smiled as she exited the room to go pick up the girl’s mother. She took the short walk to the room next door, and immediately enjoyed the sight.

Bailey Best, in white latex with 3 inch heels, white leash attached to the D-ring on her uniform, the Owner’s end in her open hand ready to be taken.

“It is time for you to prove your loyalty again, Agent. Hand me your leash,” Willow instructed.

Bailey Best got to her feet then held out the Owner’s end for her Mistress to take to lead her. Willow took the leash and led Bailey to a conference room, where there was no table, but instead posts to attach leashes and leads for kneeling submissives. Entering the room, Agent Best saw 7 other white latex clad women dressed exactly as she was already kneeling, and one post empty, the one she was led to by her Mistress.

“Slaves, focus here…” Willow ordered, and all 8 pairs of eyes focused on her. “Kneel back, slaves.”

All 8 women, dressed identically, kneeled with their buttocks on their feet, hands behind their back, leashes slightly taught on the posts in front of them. Bailey would have noticed she was the oldest in the room… the others ranged from college age to no older than 30, had she had the ability to notice, instead of focusing all her attention on her Mistress and the orders begin given.

“Sleep, slaves….” Willow ordered, and the 8 women shut their eyes in unison.

SNAP

“Five…”

SNAP

“Four…”

SNAP

“Three…”

SNAP

“Two…”

SNAP

“One…”

SNAP

“Deep asleep, eyes on the screen, slaves,” Willow ordered, smiling as she had firm control of the lot of pretty women before her.

“Watch the screen, and pay attention, this is your next important assignment, slaves,” Willow instructed firmly. “Agent Bailey, you have the lead on this mission, you will be number one in this instructional video. The rest, the number of the post your leash is tethered to, that will be your number as you watch this assignment, is this understood, slaves?”

“Yes, Mistress!” the eight replied immediately, loudly, unhesitatingly.

“Excellent,” Willow said. “I will collect you after the video ends. If it ends before I return, recite your mantras as you kneel.”

“Yes, Mistress!” echoed through the refurbished conference room.

Willow Winchester flipped the screen to life, then exited the conference room, smiling at her kneeling slaves, absorbing the instructions for their mission.

* * *

“No, Director, there’s no news at all from Agent Best,” Dr. Simone Simonson said as she took a call from the leader of the federal agency where she was the top mental doctor.

“That’s not promising, Dr.,” the Director replied. “When is the time to pull the ripcord on her?”

“Director, that would be a week from Thursday,” Simone replied. “I am still not a lifeguard, Sir…”

“Dr., you are a lifeguard when I tell you that’s your assignment,” the Director admonished. “Next Friday, at 12:01am, if there is no contact with Agent Best, pull the ripcord. That call comes directly to me, I will handle the logistics to find and extract at that point, understood?”

“Yes, Director,” the psychologist replied.

“Use your analyst skills to figure things out until then,” the Director instructed. “You were a talented analyst, Dr.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Simone answered, not exactly happy with the assignment.

“I am sending in a second agent, Marta Stevens, I believe you know her, Dr.?” the Director asked,

“Yes, I did her mental training after finishing with Bailey Best, Director,” the Doctor replied.

“Excellent, you will be Marta’s lifeguard as well,” the Director said. “She goes undercover tomorrow, so her first check in is within 21 days, I just confirmed with her that you are her lifeguard.”

‘Terrific…” the doctor replied, unhappy at the role being extended.

* * *

Bailey Best sat in the unmarked black vehicle outside of the house she was surveilling waiting for something to happen. She crouched down to not be seen as a car pulled into the driveway of the house, then she flashed her lights twice to let the rest of the team know it was the start of the mission, one being carried out in broad daylight.

She smiled as the garage closed, and then took a deep breath and smiled as she saw the shiny new truck, with the “Amazing Carpetman” logo on the side. To everyone else, it appeared to be a simple delivery of new carpeting for the woman inside. Two women, dressed in white pants and white hoodies signifying they were with the Amazing Carpetman company, got out of the truck as it was backed into the driveway. The pair, team members 2 and 3, then made their way where they rang the front doorbell, with Agent Bailey Best standing out of sight behind the truck.

“Hi, can I help you?” the pretty woman, about 35 years of age asked as she opened the door.

“Yes, we are from the Amazing Carpetman? We were subcontracted to deliver your new carpet and remove the old one, invoice number J8675309?” the taller brunette said.

“I expected men and it’s a day early…” the woman replied as she seemed a bit thrown off.

“Well, the date, as you can see, is approximate, and we have the truck and the carpeting here today, I have no idea when they will send it back this way after we unload this in the back of the warehouse,” the smaller redhead replied, as the woman handed the homeowner the invoice. “And we are the first women owned carpet business in the area. We can do this job, Miss.”

“Let me check the invoice and my records,” the woman said as she closed the screen door and walked into her home office to check the invoices.

“Ok.. they do match…” the woman thought to herself as she shrugged her shoulders. “Today is much better, I have to travel tomorrow for that kidnapping case and won’t likely be back for awhile…”

The woman walked back to the smiling women in white, still waiting patiently at the front door.

“This helps me out, I will be travelling for work tomorrow and won’t have to have someone come and meet you,” the woman said, opening the door as she handed back the paperwork.

“See that? everyone wins, the tall brunette said, as she left the door open.

“The dining room is here, it’s a 10′ by 18′ Persian, this one is going, it’s seen better days,” the woman offered as she watched the women in white rearrange the furniture to be able to roll up the rug efficiently.

“I forgot the ties for this carpet so after it rolls up it won’t unravel,” said the redhead. “I’ll just be a second.”

“Oh ok…” the homeowner said, a bit puzzled.

The red head walked through back into the dining room, accompanied by Bailey Best. The homeowner looked at the Agent with great surprise.

“Marta, darling, you like you have seen a ghost,” Bailey said.

“You’re not supposed to be here, I can’t be seen with you…” the homeowner, Marta Stevens, replied. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh Marta, afraid we will be seen? Or that we will be made?” Bailey said with a laugh.

“We have been made, Marta,” Bailey said as the two white clad girls grabbed Marta by the arms, as two more women, identically dressed, team members 4 and 5, walked in the front door, grabbed her legs, then pinned Marta to the ground.

“But don’t worry, you will love playing for our new team,” Bailey said, injecting the contents of a syringe into her arm and laughing as she fell unconscious. Bailey then went to the garage, and opened it and a woman dressed identically to Marta Stevens emerged.

“You actually look like her. Amazing,” Bailey said to the 6th team member. “You will leave with her car at the time you were trained for, is that correct?”

“Yes, Number 1, I understand,” the woman posing as Marta answered.

The four white clad ladies rolled Marta Stevens into the blanket, then carried the carpet out the front door and into the back of the truck, where two more white clad women, team members 7 and 8 waited. The first two women carried the new carpeting back in the house and placed the dining room furniture back in place perfectly in order.

In the back of the truck team members 7 and 8 got to work unfurling the woman from the carpet, and placing her on a gurney in the rear of the truck.

One woman injected a second drug into Marta, while the other cut away her clothes. They both then worked together to place the wired phallus between the unconscious woman’s legs, and the wired nipple clamps on each breast. One placed the headphones on her head while the other strapped her down.

LIke clockwork, the women abducted, drugged, and began Marta Stevens’ retraining to become a double agent for Willow Winchester.

The truck pulled into the underground garage, where to most people it looked like just another delivery of new carpet to a business. But the team had delivered another federal agent for Willow WInchester to break and control.

Willow WInchester, the White Witch, brought her 7 remaining team members back to the conference room after their success. Each tethered their leash to their number assigned post and knelt as the Mistress spoke.

“Very good job, my slaves,” Willow said to the women, all now back in their familiar white latex, with leashes attached to their collars. “Number 6 will get her reward when she returns tomorrow.”

Willow walked to each and patted them on the head, calling each a ‘good girl’, eliciting their excitement triggers and then watched them moan as the feeling engulfed each of them

“There is more to your reward, though that would suffice if I say it does, isn’t that correct, slaves?” Willow asked.

“Yes, Mistress!” the seven shouted in unison.

“Two and three, you will pair up, four and five, you will pair up, and seven and eight, you will pair up and enjoy your night in the dungeon,” Willow explained. “Anything goes, make sure you finish at least twice tonight before reporting to your post in the morning. What do you say, slaves, for my generous gift to you?”

“Thank you, Mistress!” the three pairs said together with excitement.

“Dismissed, go straight to the dungeon,” Willow ordered. “Enjoy, slaves…”

The women, paired up, held hands as they made the walk to their evening’s play area.

“Success has rewards, Agent Bailey Best,” Willow said, pulling the chin of the kneeling woman up to look at her directly. “You did very well leading the crew to bring me yet another federal agent. Your information was perfectly accurate. Good girl.”

Willow waited to speak until the praise phrase of the slave subsided, a wide smile on both of their faces, the Mistress untethering the agent’s white leash as she watched.

“Your reward, Agent Bailey Best, double agent slave, is to spend the night with me….” Willow said seductively, leading the leashed mom and agent to her evening’s destiny.

Bailey thought nothing of her condition… being led on leash, wearing white latex with heels, being a brainwashed double agent for a mind controlling Mistress as she followed WIllow, who every so often would give a gentle leash tug to let the woman know who was in lead.

“Here we are, Agent Slave, in you go,” the Mistress ordered, as they were on the spacious top floor of the building, in Willow’s personal space. “Strip.”

Willow gently unlatched the leash from her D Ring on her collar and hung it with care on a hook and watched as Bailey Best unzipped her latex and climbed out of it, before hanging that next to her leash with care.

“Beautiful, slave,” Willow remarked. “Hard to believe you are a mother, with that body…”

Bailey looked confused at the remark, but said nothing as she watched Willow go to her medical cabinet and bring out a pair of syringes and a pair of vials.

“SIt in this chair, slave,” the White Witch ordered. “Your arms on the arms of the chair, palms up.”

Bailey didn’t hesitate a moment, knowing she would be given the injections, of what she had no idea.

Once Willow strapped the Agent’s arms, she smiled and prepared the syringes and left one on each side of the woman as she stood in front of her.

“Agent slave, this is your big night,” Willow said with a smile, picking up one needle. “This injection will allow me to take you to heights of passion you have never witnessed or imagined before. Smile for me, slave.”

Bailey smiled as the injection began, a burning sensation starting to move into her arm and upward. WIllow smiled back, but a cat catching canary smile.

“And this one, will allow me to give you suggestions as you are so stimulated sexually,” Willow said. “I designed these to work together for this purpose. You are in for a very fun ride, my favorite Agent slave…”

Bailey felt a head rush with the second injection, and saw her Mistress smiling widely back at her, her eyes blurring slightly.

“This will pass, slave, trust me and listen to my voice….”

Her next feeling was nipple clamps being placed on her breasts, which felt amazing in her addled mind.

Willow guided the slave to the bed, where she guided Bailey to begin to play with her clamps and between her legs.

“Play, slave… with abandon…”

Bailey began using her hands all over her body, on the clamps, between her legs as Willow prepared for the next phase.

What Bailey saw next was her Mistress, with a very large strap on getting ready to top her, climbing onto the bed.

“You’re going to love what I do to you… and what I do with you….what I suggest to you…”

* * *

The next morning, Willow smiled as she delivered Bailey best to her room, then made her way to the room next door where the Agent’s only daughter was being housed, hypnotized and brainwashed, though the mother had no worry or care regarding that fact.

“Get to your post on time, slave,” Willow instructed as a glowing Bailey Best looked at her MIstress, who had her leash in hand.

Willow kissed Bailey, on the lips, and the agent responded with passion until her Mistress broke the kiss.

“Well done, slave, you liked your lessons last night,” Willow said.

“Yes, Mistress,” Bailey said, blushing.

“What do you have to say to me, Agent Slave?” Willow said, already knowing the answer.

“I love you, MIstress…” Bailey said, a faraway dreamy look in her eyes. “I will be your bodyslave and protect you always…”

Willow opened her door, and said “In you go, Agent Slave, you need to get to your post…”

“Yes, Mistress,” The dreamy eyed slave replied, entering her quarters as she heard the door close behind her.

Willow then went to where Bailey’s daughter was finishing getting ready for her day.

When the Mistress opened the door, she smiled as she saw the pretty young woman in her white latex, fixing her makeup to be perfect. Margitte Magnussen, the former Brianna Best, moved to stand at attention for Willow as she entered.

“Very good, Margitte,” the Mistress praised. “You are learning your responsibilities. Sit.”

Margitte took her instruction and moved to sit in the only chair in the room, in front of a white medical cabinet, placing her arms on the padded chair armrests, palms up.

“Very good, Margitte,” Willow praised. “But no drugs today, girl.”

Willow instead moved the tray table with the white candle and curved mirror in front of the surgically enhanced young woman.

“Light,” Willow said, watching as the college student picked up the lighter and lit the candle.

“Countdown,” the domme demanded and watched as the pretty Margitte followed her instructions.

“Five…”

“Four…”

“Three…”

“Two…”

“One…”

Before reaching zero, Margitte was deeply hypnotized on her own, her Mistress enjoying seeing the progress.

“Very good, Margitte,” the domme said. “When I snap my fingers, you will awaken and I will dictate which station you will move to, each station will take you further and further into knowing that what you are saying is absolutely true. Do you understand, Margitte?”

“Yes, Mistress, I understand,” the hypnotized Margitte replied.

SNAP

“Station 1,” Willow ordered.

Margitte walked over to a mirror on the wall of the room and looked at her own reflection before speaking.

“I am Margitte Magnussen, I am Willow Winchester’s loyal slave…”

“Station 2,” Willow commanded.

The pretty girl’s heels clicked on the floor as she walked over to a crystal on a chain, which she flicked into a side to side motion.

“I love hypnosis, Being hypnotized will complete me…”

“Station 3,” the domme demanded.

The heels clicked Margitte over to a full length mirror, where she posed and looked herself in the eyes.

“I am sexy and submissive, being submissive is sexy. I love being sexy and submissive for my owner Willow Winchester…”

“Station 4,” Willow said with a smile.

The heels made their way to where the domme stood, where the tall, beautiful reprogrammed young woman stood at attention for a moment before dropping to her knees in front of the White Witch.

“On my knees is where I should stay, when my Mistress has something to say, as a slave I will listen and then obey…”

Willow Winchester smiled.

Margitte Magnussen furthered her own brainwashing, as the domme put her through her four stations in various orders, though for how long she knew not.

“I have such big plans for you, the prettiest of all my girls…You’re going to be such a beautiful present….”