Brianna Becomes the Lady 3

Agent Bailey Best was dressed casually, in jeans and a tight sweater with low heeled boots as she waited to meet at the coffee shop regarding her investigations into the slave trading ring that seemingly popped up out of nowhere recently. While to the Agency she was a decorated and loyal professional, and to the Agent she was meeting, Faith Fortston, she was also a mentor to look up to about anything regarding being a federal agent, Bailey Best’s new reality had her beholden to her mind controlling mistress, Willow Winchester.

Feeling a bit out of place without her latex, Bailey smiled as she saw her reflection in the mirror, happy and satisfied that her Mistress was taking full advantage of all her mind and body had to offer, loving the fact that her MIstress was putting her body through the paces.

She arrived well before her scheduled meeting time to ensure a quiet corner to meet, where she placed her bag down to save the location. To any observer, she seemed like any other professional grabbing a few minutes of quiet and coffee.

As she lined up to give her order, she heard the woman in front of her give her name, “Dani…” and watched as the baristas fangirled- pointing at her and staring as they whispered to one another.

Bailey wasn’t sure what the commotion was all about until the teenagers behind her helped her out a bit, hearing their commentary.

“That’s Dani Cartwright! She was awesome in her last movie,” the bubbly bleach blonde said. “And she dated Cameron Haines!”

Listening to the teenagers made Bailey laugh, and then it was her turn to order.

“I need a grande house black with almond milk,” Bailey said as she ordered. “And a Chai Latte, half the water, extra Chai please.”

The cute teen barista took the order and in monotone simply asked, “Name…”

“Bailey….” the agent said as she paid with cash and waited for the order.

A few minutes later, the Agent received her drinks and moved to the corner of the lounge, where she waited for her fellow agent. Bailey smiled as she removed a small vial from her purse, took out two tablets, and placed them into the hot Chai drink, unobserved in the cafe. Then, she waited.

Ever the people watcher, even as a slave, Bailey looked around and noticed people. She was still an agent, and that training included being observant. She saw people of all kinds. Some who would be very pretty slaves, others who seemed more reserved. She really noticed a table of what seemed like mother and daughter pairs, seated barely within earshot. They looked interesting, so the Agent sat and listened in as the older women chatted, seated next to one another, as the younger women listened.

“You know, Heather, I am so glad our relationship has been… Rekindled…” the woman speaking announced. “And just look how well Riley listens to my daughter…”

Of the younger pair, one was staring intently at the other, a look of utter infatuation on her pretty face.

The other mother replied, “Of course, Petra, That is what Riley is supposed to do…”

The commentary left Bailey wondering what kind of relationship the women had, herself recently becoming a woman who favored the fairer sex, leaving a wide smile to cross the agent’s face.

Bailey’s reverie was broken as she saw her meeting partner enter the coffee cafe.

“Faith… Over here…” Bailey called when her meeting partner and fellow agent Faith Fortson finally arrived, her trademarked lateness causing Bailey a chance to smile.

The smaller, curvier agent with the auburn hair made her way to the corner, where she gave Bailey a friendly hug.

“Here you go, Faith, I remembered your favorite,” Bailey said.

“Thank you, Bailey,” Faith replied.

“So you got here without any issue?” Bailey asked.

“Of course, nobody has any idea, we can’t risk the case so I was extra careful,” Faith replied.

“As I am, always, Faith,” Bailey said, holding up her coffee in a ‘cheers’ pose.

Faith took a drink from her cooling Chai, savoring the extra Chai Bailey ordered.

Bailey made small talk as she watched her companion, who was seated so nobody else could see her face, to look for tell tale signs the drug she put into the tea was taking effect.

It wasn’t long before the drug began to take hold, causing Bailey to smile widely.

“Faith, are you doing okay sweetie?” the double agent asked.

“Yyyeessss…” the auburn haired agent, back to the rest of the cafe, replied.

“Good girl, Faith,” Bailey praised. “In a minute we are going to get up and leave, you will take my arm and walk out with a happy smile on your face, focused only on my voice, ok Faith?”

“Yyyessss…” the drugged woman answered, a smile forming already.

“Finish your Chai, Faith,” Bailey instructed.

The cooler tea was finished reasonably quickly, allowing Bailey to ready to move Faith out of the cafe.

“Stand, Faith,” Bailey ordered, watching as the smaller woman got to her feet, slowly, the drug and the motion hitting her just a bit.

“Now, a nice, big, happy smile,” the double agent said, her face close to Faith’s. “Turn, take my arm, time to walk with me, nice and steady, Faith…”

Agent Faith Fortson’s drugged mind had no reason to fear her revered mentor and fellow agent, as she followed as instructed, smiling all the way out of the cafe and into the parking lot.

“Here we are, Faith, at my car…” Bailey said, opening the door for Faith to get in the vehicle. “Get in, very carefully, keep smiling, Agent.”

Once inside, Bailey closed the passenger door, as a very open minded Faith Forston sat with a dreamy smile across her face.

Bailey got into the driver’s side and reached over to the seat belt and buckled in the smiling, drugged agent.

From the center console of the dark SUV with dark tinted windows, Bailey Best pulled out a collar and leash.

“This is to let me guide you, Faith, it will be very comfortable to wear,” Bailey said with a chuckle. “Put on the collar sweetie.”

Slowly, methodically, Faith took the collar and clicked the collar around her neck, then watched, still smiling, as Bailey clipped the leash to the D ring on the collar.

“Now that is one sexy look, Faith,” Bailey said with a smile.

The double agent then leaned in and kissed the recently drugged woman seated next to her.

“It’s more fun if you kiss back, sweetie,” Bailey said. “You are desperate to kiss me back now…”

The suggestion sent Faith to work and she was kissing back with abandon.

“Good girl Faith,” Bailey said. “You are going to enjoy everything that the Mistress will do to you.”

Bailey tugged the leash and smiled at the glassy eyed agent.

“There we are, Faith, right where you belong, on the end of a leash,” Bailey said. “Repeat what I tell you in a moment and repeat it, until I tell you to stop. The more you repeat the more it becomes true in your mind, do you understand?”

“Yes….” was the slow response from the smiling agent.

“I am a slave, I am owned and I obey my Mistress, Willow Winchester…” Bailey instructed. “Repeat, Faith…”

Faith Forston never stood a chance absorbing the mantra in her drugged mind.

“I am a slave, I am owned and I obey my Mistress Willow Winchester…”

“I am a slave, I am owned and I obey my Mistress Willow Winchester…”

* * *

“Bailey, you are doing such a good job as my good little double agent slave,” Willow praised as she ran the back of her hand along the cheek of the converted federal agent. “This is yet another agent you have brought me, I am so pleased with you.”

Bailey blushed at the praise as she led the semi-lucid female agent by leash to her own room similar to the one she began her time with Willow Winchester.

“Thank you , Mistress. This is Agent Faith Fortson,” Bailey smiled as she told her Mistress. “We went through Basic together, to be honest she was probably in the bottom three of the class, Mistress.”

“Oh Bailey, her rank won’t matter soon, tether her to the bed and begin her conditioning,” Willow instructed.

“With pleasure, Mistress,” Bailey replied with a smile.

The drugged agent was led by Willow’s slave to meet her new fate.

“You are going to love your new role in life, Faith,” Bailey said, practically dragging the newly captured agent. “I know I love it. Mistress has plans for you, and they will be the most important thing in your world, as they should be…”

Bailey guided the new captive to the bed, then tethered her arms and legs to the frame of the hospital bed. She cut the agent’s clothes away, then put a ball gag in the agent’s mouth before she moved to the white medical cabinet and took out the items she needed.

Agent Fortson was beginning to return to some level of awareness, which caused her to begin thrashing about in an attempt to escape her bonds. Fight of flight response mode activated.

“Won’t work, Faith,” Bailey admonished, tying the rubber hose around the agent’s bicep. “But try as hard as you can, I don’t mind.”

Bailey Best filled the syringe, and took the excess air out in a show.

“Time for some life changing alterations…” Bailey said as she plunged the needle into the vein of her former federal agent classmate.

The slave of Willow Winchester completed her task by placing headphones on the agent, placing wired nipple clamps on each breast, then she lubed a large wired phallus and inserted it between the legs of the captive federal agent.

Willow Winchester entered just as Bailey was completing her assignment. All things attached to Faith were synced, meaning the work was going to be completed.

“Good girl.” Willow said, smiling as the triggered phrase of praise allowed Bailey to feel immense pleasure.

As Bailey Best wallowed in those exciting feelings, Willow attached a collar and leash to her double agent, who was not yet back in her normal white latex as all slaves wore in the Winchester compound.

“Come along, slave, time for your reward,” Willow said with a smile. “Time for you to taste the nectar of the Goddess while your old friend marinates her new beliefs…”

Bailey Best blushed brightly, being bedroom bound…

* * *

“That’s perfect Bailey, you know how to please me so well now,” Willow said to the slave as she knelt at the foot of the bed, face firmly between the legs of the Mistress. “Sooo good, slave….”

While Willow was enjoying her slave’s ministrations, the phone rang, and based on instructions that most likely meant it was only one person who would be calling.

“Mother, what in the world are you up to?” Winifred Winchester, only child of the doctor and dominant asked.

“What do you mean, Winifred? I am working here…” Willow said, moaning every so slightly as Bailey continued working. “Well, I am being worked on now… cute little MILF slave federal agent, if you must know…”

“Well I will graduate soon, so I can’t wait until you let me finally get into the family business, sure sounds like you are having more fun than you should be having,” Winifred said. “No worries though Mother Dearest, I am doing fabulously well. Even if a Psych and Biochem double major is a bitch…”

“And so are you, Winifred…” Willow teased. “My kinda bitch…”

“Nobody is the bigger bitch than you, mother…” Winifred shot back. “Enjoy your MILF…”

* * *

Margitte Magnussen had been training for months under the careful eye of Willow, for a very specific result. Her training had been extended to ensure she was loyal, ready and capable to complete any assignment for her Mistress. This training included a personal trainer for body flexibility and strength, a fight trainer where she learned MMA styles of fight, as well as her mental conditioning continuing day after day, week after week, for months, until Willow felt she was exactly where the Mistress wanted her to be.

“Bailey, you have been very good in your obedience to me,” Willow said, as she led the unaware mother to her daughter’s room next door by her leash. “Now you must do one thing for me to ensure the young Miss Magnussen is ready.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Bailey replied. “I will obey.”

As they walked in, Margitte was in her four station mantra tour, with the Mistress double tugging Bailey’s leash to ensure she stopped and stayed quiet to watch.

Margitte walked over to a mirror on the wall of the room and looked at her own reflection for who knows how many times in this sequence.

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

Margitte’s four inch heels clicked in perfect cadence on the floor as she walked over to a crystal on a chain, which was moving in a side to side motion where she gazed at the focus object.

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

The heels clicked as the former Brianna Best sashayed hypnotically 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…”

Those tall, white 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 a lifesize, color cutout of Willow Winchester.

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

Willow stopped her pretty submissive in her tracks.

“Well done, Margitte,” Willow said out loud, as Margitte turned and looked at her Mistress.

Bailey, leashed, business end in the Mistress’ hand, stood and watched as the beautiful girl made her way to them, nodded in deference, then knelt. Margitte arched her back, allowing her ample, amplified breasts to be on full display as she moved her hands behind her back, looking at the feet of the Mistress.

Willow also enjoyed her total control, as neither recognized the other, mother not recognizing daughter, daughter not noticing mother.

“Bailey, emulate…” Willow said, as she released the leash.

Bailey emulated her daughter’s actions, nodding in deference, kneeling, arching her back, placing her hands behind her back and focusing on the heels of their Mistress.

Mother kneeling next to the daughter she didn’t remember or recognize. The irony was not lost on Willow, who smiled widely.

“Very good girls,” Willow said, enjoying as she controlled their pleasurable feelings at that moment as well. “Bailey, you will include Margitte in your operation to capture your next target. It will simply be the two of you, do you understand?”

The kneeling federal agent replied “yes, Mistress…”

“Margitte, you will obey everything Agent Bailey Best tells you to do, as though they were my instructions, do you understand?” Willow instructed.

“Yes, Mistress, I will obey,” Margitte said, kneeling alongside her mother.

“Get her ready, Agent….” Willow said sternly.

“Yes, Mistress….” Bailey answered.

“Training begins soon, slaves…” WIllow said with a smile.

* * *

“Agent, time for you to check in with the Agency,” Willow said as she entered the room where Agent Bailey Best was putting the finishing touches on a plan to bring another federal agent under the sway of her Mistress, this time using Margitte in the plan.

“Yes, Mistress,” Bailey replied as she put down the pen in her hand.

“Leash,” Willow said, and watched as Bailey walked to her leash and clipped it to the D ring of the collar around her neck, before presenting the handle to her Mistress.

“Margitte, return to your room for four station training,” Willow instructed. “Remember, Margitte, turnabout is always fair play…”

“Yes, Mistress,” the young woman, stunning in latex and heels, said as she made her way one door down the hall, replied.

The dominant led the slave Agent to her office by leash, where she had a line that was unable to be traced. Willow gave the phone to the Agent, and stood by to supervise the call.

Bailey Best, thought to be among the best agents, smiled as she dialed the number, happy to do the bidding of her hypnotic domme.

“I need to speak with Aunt Sally…” Bailey said, as she heard the call being re-routed to her lifeguard.

“Agent Bailey, you have certainly waited until the last minute to check in,” Dr. Simone Simonson began.

“Dr. Simonson? Is that you?… what happened to the Deputy Director?” Bailey asked, seeking information for her Mistress to gain.

“Pulled off your case, I am your lifeguard now, Agent,” the Doctor said. “What have you got for me, Agent?”

“Well, I have had a lot of travel for a lot of leads, Doctor. I started at Chrystal Heights on a tip… I didn’t find anything but super beautiful women who seemed way too happy…” the Agent reported.

“Ok, Agent, anything else?” the Doctor asked.

“After that I went to Boise on a new lead. I met a very powerful woman, Archdomina Peggy, but nothing concrete to report,” Agent Banks responded. “Her assistant was a very pretty redhead with notably perfect feet…”

“Is that the extent of your report?” Dr. Simonson questioned.

“Just one more lead, I flew overseas, Doctor,” Bailey continued. “I ended up in Berlin at a really nice Hostel. The woman there, Alice, was so nice, she kept calling me ‘deary’. But no slave trade information to report.”

“Be careful, Agent Best, we have a few Agents not calling their lifeguards on time, and they are considered missing,” Dr. Simonson said.

“What Agents, Dr., anyone I am working with?” Bailey asked, seeking information as her Mistress listened in.

“I am not at liberty to name names. As of now, no, Agent Best,” Dr. Simonson replied. “Those agents are on a separate case. How is your family faring, Agent?”

“All good there, Dr.,” Bailey said with little emotion.

“It must be tough with your daughter, you both being away from each other. How is she doing?” Simonson pushed.

“Oh… well she’s doing great… same as always…” Bailey replied as though she were somewhat thrown off by the question.

“Well that’s good at least, Agent.” Simonson said, feeling something was off in the agent’s response. “I’ll let you get back to it, Agent. Stay safe.”

“Thank you Doctor Simonson,” Bailey said as the call ended.

Willow took the phone out of the Agent’s hand and looked at her.

“Sleep Slave,” the dominant Willow ordered.

SNAP

“Write everything down that you know about your new lifeguard, Agent Slave,” Willow ordered, sliding a notepad and pen in front of the hypnotized agent in white latex.

Bailey Best nodded, and began her task, writing everything she knew about Dr. Simone Simonson.

On the other end after the call, Simone Simonson had a call of her own to make.

“Director, I need three things, I need them now,” the Doctor said sternly, calling the Agency directly.

“I’m listening, Simonson….” the Director replied.

“I need the paper file, original fingerprints and medical information on Agent Best and family,” Simone said.

“Done,” the Director said.

“I need you to check out Brianna Best at her school, I need fingerprints and pictures,” Simone continued. “It[s in the file.”

“I’ll get on that immediately,” the Director said. “What’s the third?”

“I need my own team for surveillance and investigation, reporting only to me, nobody else, not even you, Director,” Simeone said.

“You don’t trust me, Doctor?” the Director asked.

“I do, Director, but by asking that question it seems you lack trust and confidence in me,” SImeone countered. “I don’t know who is compromised within the agency. I will keep you informed with what I can tell you, Sir.”

“Done. You will have a team of 12 within three days. Blackout priority. This doesn’t sound good, Doctor,” the Director commented.

“It isn’t, Director, we have far too many missing and late responding Agents,” Simonson said. “Three days, Sir. I need the Best family information ASAP.”

“You will have it in three days,” the Director said.

* * *

“Ready, young lady?” Agent Bailey Best asked Margitte as they readied to leave on a mission to capture another federal agent for reprogramming.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Margitte replied to her mother.

Willow WInchester, architect of the pair’s capture and conversion, smiled as the real life mother daughter combination fed into their new personas and lives perfectly.

“Excellent,” Willow said. “There will be backup hidden, just in case. Don’t let me down.”

“Yes Mistress,” the pair said in unison.

“Your car is out back, Agent.” the dominant said.

“Yes, Mistress,” Bailey replied, wearing jeans, a black blouse, a long jacket and flats for the mission.

“And you, Margitte, will be dropped at the rendezvous point in an unmarked untraceable car, it is out front. Everything you need is in place,” Willow told the young, lithe girl.

“Yes, Mistress,” Margitte said as she stood at attention, dressed casually in a white sweatsuit and hoodie.

“Excellent, you are sure this agent will be in place and will respond as you expect?” Willow said, asking for one last check on procedure.

“Yes, Mistress, it is standard Agent response protocol,” Agent Best replied. “With the scenario being set up it should work perfectly.”

“Excellent, I expect success… off you go…” Willow commanded, waving the pair into action.

“Yes, Mistress,” the mother and daughter replied at once as one.

Margitte left for the front entrance, Bailey for the back.

Willow smiled as her controlled mother/daughter combination began paying big dividends.

Margitte was dropped in the basement of the parking garage of a nondescript building in the city, where she got herself into character- that of a young girl captured by slavers. She removed her comfortable clothes and dressed in a hospital gown, tied at the back, no bra or panty, barefoot. Slowly she moved into position in an alleyway, behind a dumpster and tucked herself into a doorway of a vacant basement space. Using a hairpin, Margitte opened the door, but stayed in position.

Across the alleyway, Agent Bailey Best had a rendezvous at a nightclub on the second floor of the mostly vacant four story building. She went to the front of the line to get in, and handed the bouncer $100, where he responded by allowing the Agent to enter without waiting.

Bailey made her way through the relatively crowded club to a back bar overlooking the alley, ordering a club soda which she downed quickly.

“Nice view,” the Agent said as she smiled and sidled up next to a tall, handsome, muscular man in his early 30’s.

“I got a tip shit was going down in this part of town,” the man with the crew cut, pink collared shirt whose sleeves seemed too small for his biceps, black slacks and black dress shoes replied.

“Same,” Bailey said. “Laugh, at least try to look like you’re picking me up for god sakes…”

The male agent responded by laughing, and smiling at his fellow agent.

Bailey then put her hand on his chest and smiled. For all the world around them, it looked like a pickup. But Bailey was reeling in her latest catch.

“Across the alley is where I heard the action was,” Bailey whispered, looking seductive as she whispered, smiled, and ran her hands all over the hulking agent.

“Maybe we should get the fuck out of here and see where things go…” the male agent replied.

“Perfect, but this drink is going right through me, before we can have any fun, I have to use the little girl’s room,” Bailey replied, as she took the agent by the hand and walked a few feet to the bathroom, the back of which also faced the same alley where Margitte waited.

The male agent laughed, as Bailey gave him a peck on the cheek, then uncoupled and headed into the bathroom. The agent took a coin from her purse, went to the window, opened it, then tossed the coin into the alley. Bailey also prepared for the large male agent’s capture.

“There’s the signal, showtime starts soon,” Margitte said, laying in wait after hearing the coin hit the ground.

The pair of federal agents, looking like a successful hookup from the club, exited the building and made their way to the alley. From her location, Margitte could see them as they made their way down the alley in her direction. At the precise moment, Margitte sprung into action.

“Hhhhhheelllllllllllllllllp!!!” the young girl said as she began running from the building, making sure to slam the door and smash the glass.

Both agents went after Margitte, who was screaming all the way, and made her way down the alley as fast as she could run in bare feet.

Soon enough, the male agent caught up with her and grabbed her, with Bailey trailing behind.

“Federal agent, you’re safe with me…” the male agent said, seeing a crying, dirty, barefoot hospital gown wearing Margitte shaking. “What happened, miss…”

“A van… they shot something in my arm… I was tied to a bed…..” Margitte said through sobs.

“Agent, witness safety first…the directive is no local law involvement… let’s get her out of here…” Bailey said, as she put her coat around Margitte. “We can sort it out at the safehouse…”

“My car is just up the alley,” the male agent replied, as he led Margitte to his car.

“I’ll clean up here, go… I will catch up…” Bailey replied.

“Let’s go, Miss, let’s get you to safety, we are federal agents…” the man said flashing his badge, unsure Margitte heard him through her sobs.

Once at the dark colored sports car, the agent, still holding Margitte close, pulled out keyes and opened the passenger side door and bent over.

Margitte took a syringe out of Bailey’s jacket pocket of the coat she was wearing and jabbed the contents into the man’s backside, then pushed him into the car as the drug took immediate effect. The agent, after dropping his keys, ended up mostly in the passenger seat, on his side. Margitte threw his feet into the car, picked up the fallen keys, and shut the door, then raced to the driver side and got inside.

Once inside the car, Margitte took a moment and sat the man straight up, buckled him in, before giving him a second shot.

Margitte saw Bailey flashing her lights behind them. Margitte pulled out, and made her way back to her Mistress, with Bailey trailing a distance behind so nobody could pull in between them. Margitte enjoyed driving the sports car, but under orders made sure to obey traffic laws. In a moment of irony, Margitte thought to herself how good she was at obeying, even something as simple and normal as obeying the speed limit.

Both cars made it back to the underground garage without incident, and Bailey helped Margitte pull the drugged and incapacitated agent out of the car and onto a gurney where he was strapped in, cuffed, and gagged with a red rubber ball gag.

The mother daughter team then pushed the gurney inside, where a smiling Willow Winchester waited.

“I present Agent Bradford Drake, undercover agent, international smuggling division, Mistress,” Bailey said with pride.

“Very good girls,” the domme replied, allowing the successful slaves a moment to enjoy their own pleasure from their trigger.

“These two will take him from here,” the puppetmistress continued, acknowledging to white latex clad slaves were taking the agent for repurposing. “Standard protocol for our new guest. Do make sure to cage him.”

“Agent, my bedroom, clean up, edge and wait for me, do not finish…” WIllow instructed.

“Yes, Mistress, I will obey,” Bailey replied.

“And as for you, my lovely Margitte, you proved your loyalty and your flawless training,” the Mistress said. “I think you are ready to prepare for the big mission I am grooming you for… come along…”

Margitte smiled at pleasing her Mistress, and happily followed along, ready to work for what was coming next. The Mistress smiled when she reached the training room with the beautiful Margitte.

“Sit, slave,” Willow ordered, pointing to a chair. “Palms up.”

Willow pulled out the familiar rubber hose and wrapped and tied it around Margitte’s upper arm, filled the syringe and plunged it into the arm of the pretty girl.

“Strip, Margitte,” the domme ordered. “On the bed when you finish.”

As the drug began its work, Margitte complied, getting naked as Willow retrieved the candle and mirror and rolled it in front of the bed the young woman laid on.

“Focus on the candle, Margitte,” Willow said, lighting it. “As you focus on it you will find yourself falling into hypnosis.”

Margitte let out a deep breath with a sing-song moan as the relaxing feeling returned. The domme then placed a large vibrating phallus between the legs of the drugged and falling into trance girl.

“Good girl, Margitte, so easy to feel yourself slide under hypnosis for me, so you can be complete,” Willow began. “So easy to sink under with each number you here….”

Margitte’s eyes began to get glassy as she listened.

“Five…”

The girl’s breathing slowed, as her conditioned in through the nose and out through the mouth breaths continued.

“Four…”

More focus on the candle, more focus on the voice guiding her.

“Three…”

Eyes glassier.

“Two…”

Eyelids drooping.

“One…”

Eyelids fluttering in front of the glassy orbs.

“Zero…”

SNAP

Margitte’s head rolled into her chest, a satisfied, empty smile across her face as her hair cascaded across her cheek.

“Very good, Margitte,” Willow praised. “It is time to turn you into a seductress, a very sexy, very beautiful seductress who takes what she wants. Who takes what I want her to take…”

Margitte simply listened as the domme continued, her face a sign of pure relaxation.

“Open your eyes and look into the candle,” Willow ordered.

The pretty young woman opened her glassy eyes, found the candle, and gazed into the dancing flame.

“Here are new truths that are absolute, Margitte,” Willow said.

Margite nodded ever so slightly.

“You are sexy and desirable, and you want everyone to see that beauty and to desire you,” Willow said.

“You are sexy and desirable,” Willow said. “Repeat for me…”

“I am sexy and desirable,” the hypnotized girl replied.

“You want everyone to see how beautiful and everyone should desire to be with you,” the White Witch declared. “Repeat for me…”

“I want everyone to see how beautiful I am and everyone should desire to be with me…” the pretty girl repeated.

“You will behave shy and demure, but you are sexy and confident,” Willow instructed. “Repeat for me…”

“I will behave shy and demure, but I am sexy and confident,” the girl replied, her gaze on the candle, her mind absorbing the commands after months of hypnotic conditioning.

“Even though you will behave shy, you will have sex like a porn star,”

“Even though I behave shy, I will have sex like a porn star,” the hypnotized girl repeated.

“You will seduce who I tell you to seduce,” Willow pushed.

“I will seduce who You tell me to seduce,” the hypnotized and well conditioned Margitte repeated, as the Mistress upped the vibration of the phallus between her seductress’ legs.

This was how it went for Margitte as her Mistress spent day after day, week after week preparing Margitte to become a sexy seductress, beginning with reshaping her body, then making her an obedient slave, to eventually becoming the final product. Willow Winchester’s sexy seductress.

As the young, lithe, sexy seductress lay deeply hypnotized, Willow adored seeing the almost completed product after a very long process preparing the body and mind to be exactly what the Mistress desired.

Shy, yet seductive. Sexy in her looks and her look, and in her actions. And ready to have sex to make a porn star blush.

“You are nearly perfect, Margitte,” Willow said. “My best work yet… I have such big plans for you… He will not know what hit him when he sees you…”

* * *

Postscript: A big thank you goes out to the terrific authors who permitted me license for their characters, locations, or universe to be mentioned in this chapter. Thank you to Softi for the use of characters from the story “Rekindled”; to Kallie for the use of her characters in “Dykeification”; 321 for the mention of “Hostel” and its’ famous innkeeper Alice; to Chrystal Wynd and the mention of her incredible Chrystal Heights universe; and of course to Dazzling Lady for the mention of Archdomina Peggy in her THU universe; Amazing stories, characters and universes as told by talented writers. Thank you, Softi, Kallie, 321, Chrystal Wynd, and Dazzling Lady!