Several miles outside of the Kalatravaasa club's city limits, a fairly-infamous biker bar simply called "Motors" stood out as a garish black spot in the fairly-arid part of the state, and of the average social graces most establishments would've prided themselves in. For the many bikers and gangs traveling city-to-city, it served as a neutral stop between rides, where rival gangs played nice lest the bartenders or management judiciously dispense order. 

The sizable dark-colored Lexus pulled up into the Motors' parking lot raised several eyebrows, as did the appearance of the man stepping out of it. The master hypnotist Martin Boyd emerged from the luxury car in a dark navy suit, expensive designer shoes he loathed kicking dust up on, wearing sunglasses and an expression bearing slight disdain for the meeting venue. A few bikers leaving the establishment and getting on their bikes laughed in his direction, others looked at him wearily as if he could be law enforcement or some kind of contract killer. None could've made the guess as to his specialty and purpose, which was fine with Martin as he didn't have to coax any hard-headed patrons to do his bidding and leave him be. Stepping into the bar, he looked around the expanse of the bar, unconcerned with the crowd or their eyes that drew curiosity and question marks. It took longer than expected for Martin to find the person who'd picked a biker bar far from practical safety as a meeting place, but in a low-lit booth off to the corner, he found a group of four seated there, specifically two conspicuous bikers sporting club colors and two women cleanly-dressed in jeans and leather jackets. One of them had long brown hair, and a youthful veneer, smiling and speaking to a very receptive bearded man sitting next to her. The other sporting red highlights amongst dark hair, hiding shimmering green eyes gestured to the suited hypnotist to take the separate seat set out before them.

"Ah, Master Martin; I'm happy you could find us here," the charming British voice came clearly to Martin's ears, almost cutting through all the standard background noise of a nearly-packed bar. 

"Hello Goddess Hannah. I'd like to say I'm happy you found this place to meet," Martin replied, summoning more effort than expected to mask clear discomfort; Martin being used to many clientele with means, and especially the riches afforded to him by being high-level operations management for the Kalatravaasa organization, such locales seemed beneath him, even though he inwardly remained impressed that this place was chosen.

Eyeing the two very unkempt-looking bikers and their female companions with critical glances, it was easy to surmise that the men were bodyguards as oppose to being dates for the out-of-place beauties. Somewhat blank looks from the bikers painted pictures of Hannah and her lead-harem girl Kendra being approached and solicited for whatever bikers of their caliber considered "a good time." The scene played out nicely in how each woman slipped themselves close to an ear, depositing their opinions on what a "good time" would happen to constitute to them in the future. Hannah would of course use her exotic accent to catch them off guard, and direct their train of thinking into a green horizon that grew the longer each made eye contact. With each work spoken and each second lingering in her eyes, "good" equated to listening and obey while being lost to time. And subtle glances towards Kendra told Martin how much body language she was used to expressing, a free hand dancing before the other biker's eyes, a hypnotic, fluttering dance of fingertips more private than the full-body display that would've riled up the whole bar became his privilege, then his duty to follow, then his oblivion deepened by words Hannah must've taught her very well.

As Martin's eyes darted back and forth to theorize exactly what probably happened, they came to face the green ones staring back at him. Each set of eyes communicated understanding of what truly happened, and respect of her and her apprentice's abilities; Martin's eyes lowered in light, acknowledged deference, even as he traced the band of his trademark ring circling his finger.

"Well, now that you have me thoroughly out of my element and practically at the mercy of your new companions or their friends behind me, I can assume this is a productive meeting for you so far."

"I would think so; the lack of sweat across your forehead may mean you're made of sterner stuff than most."

"As someone looking to conduct business, yes," Martin admitted, glad he attended this meeting personally instead of sending Brian and Harry to meet, unsure of their mettle in this kind of situation.

"And as I understand it, business is your offer to have a performance ready for the Kalatravaasa?"

"Indeed, Goddess Hannah. It would be an honor for our prestigious club to be graced with the talents and burgeoning reputation of a magician and hypnotist such as yourself."

"I see," she got the attention of her companion who fled to get her another bottle of water after a mere glance and whispered word. "And what consists of my 'burgeoning reputation' of late? Have I become famous, or infamous in the eyes of the Kalatravaasa?"

"To my knowledge, it is strictly an honorable fame; those who would think of you as infamous simply be afraid of the sheer breadth of your...power." He hesitated to use the last word, even though it seemed palpable despite the energy behind him throwing drunken vibes.

"It's nice to know my tricks of the trade have mystified to elevate me to the level of having 'power,'" Hannah laughed, unwilling to show her full hand to someone operating on a trust deficit.

"To those not in the know, power is a matter of perspective. No one would even think of me as a hypnotist-"

"Until they see that bronze ring of yours?" Hannah interrupted, revealing Martin wasn't the only one that who'd sought intelligence.

Martin replied with a slightly-charming smile. "Oh, you've seen it? If there are rumors abound of it, I hope they're good ones. I always prefer to leave a lasting, positive impression with it, though I hope that doesn't set an expectation of seeing it, leaving a subject center their thoughts on the expectation of what trance under it is supposed to be like."

As Hannah's biker slave returned, she sipped her water with a smile on her face, enjoying the suggestive show of power from Martin's end, imagining how easily unsuspecting women would fall to such an introduction.

"It can't be as impressive as that pen-light you're known to use."

That caught Kendra's attention, producing imaginings of the first and most recent time she'd been exposed to Hannah's modern version of a magician's wand, affixing the mystical light to the control weaved into her being like the pretty embroidery. 

"Which can't nearly have the reputation you'd expect it to; it can be a nebulous exercise to see it not appear in people's minds. They know what a pen-light looks like, from doctors offices and other random places, they know how brilliant the light is supposed to be at the right angle, and how special the person holding it typically should be, but few really stop to think at how arbitrary a specific pen light is when you could really take the time to notice how many pens in any given place have shiny, eye-trapping ends. Even in this bar, the pen at the part with the silver end, writing utensil on the waitress's tray, or even the pen I'm sure with the golden tip somewhere in that handsome suit of yours. All you need for an infamous pen-light to illuminate someone is a pen with a shiny end, emphasizing the shining end the eyes want to see, to line up with the expectation you mentioned, to fulfill the direction their minds are dying to go, to be the hypnotist their minds need so they can go where they were always meant to go....Sleep!"

Hannah snapped her fingers at the man sitting next to her, as she observed Kendra, her companion, and even Martin had been caught off-guard by her description. She brought her biker slave back to wakefulness and let everyone else naturally return.

Martin for his own part let himself become impressed with the mechanical use of Hannah's words, finding her voice hauntingly-clear for some reason, leaving his mind to follow, to feel the pen of accurate depiction sitting in his lapel jacket, the golden tip lightly burning in his mind as he almost slipped away. He blinked slowly to come back to Hannah's twinkling eyes.

"Perception is power, as you stated Master Martin," she smiled.

Composing himself while pretending to be unaffected, he simply nodded, clearing his throat.

"And the perception I have of the Kalatravaasa, given their cordial representative, leads me to accept your offer to at the very least, give a show at your club. And perhaps look into the possibility of membership, if the perception remains as is."

She reached across the table to extend her hand to shake. He reached over to shake her hand and agree to a performance to be arranged soon, probably for the next official event. In their extended handshake, Martin allowed his hand to be turned for a clear view of his ring. The way reflected bronze light shined in deep green eyes made him smile, though he didn't dare hold her gaze longer than he needed to. 

"I or another representative will let you know about the next available dates for a Kalatravaasa event. We look forward to whatever you have to show us," Master Martin rose from his seat, giving a courteous nod to Hannah and Kendra before departing. Pulling out his cellphone to begin making arrangements, hopes of the tires of his expensive car had not been slashed were carried to the exit.

Kendra eyed him suspiciously as he walked away.

"Very smart move not making it a swanky hotel bar or something. He probably could've planned some sort of trap."

"Like I would have," Hannah ran her fingers through Kendra's hair, making the haremite purr, almost preen into Hannah's body. 

"Mmmm, it's better when you do it Goddess."

"Yes, a Goddess seems to make everything better for some reason," she pulled her hand from Kendra's hair to gently snap her awake.

"Even this place," Kendra commented, using her hands to play with the pet next to her further. "But I'm still curious about this place; I feel like there were other places where we could've held an advantage that were more...."  fluttering the man's eyes above his eye-line until they rolled back, the dancer snapped him under hard, holding him to make sure he slumped over. 

"...savory," Kendra finished with a small laugh.

"This bar has a pretty infamous reputation itself as well," Hannah explained.

"I know, the kind that probably the cops would visit more if they were closer."

"The kind of place with the most savage of beasts to calm."

Kendra raised an eyebrow as she gestured to their acquaintances, reaching into her pet's wallet to relieve him of some money. "We've got two pretty calm ones keeping the others at bay. Are we just getting started?"

Kendra turned her eyes to see Hannah with her eyes closed and head slightly tilted down, resembling the meditative pose she'd been practicing on and off since well before their arrival. The talented dancer knew her Goddess was planning something significant, but didn't bother asking exactly what. She could only imagine what was going through Hannah's head, and what made her faintly hum to herself.

"Yes, yes I am," Hannah whispered as her eyes opened. Noticing the unfocused quality in them, Kendra watched as she triggered their bikers somehow, who'd gotten up from their booth to begin to walk towards the exit. Before they ever reached the door, words were exchanged. Whatever was exchanged, it was heated, and caused onlookers to share the same need to start a physical fight from where they stood, just because. A common occurrence at that bar, everyone took their positions in letting whatever new drunken fight was happening to play out. Waitresses fled to the corner or in the back, spectating patrons began throwing popcorn, nuts and beer in the general direction of the fighters, and the barkeep cocked a shot gun, defending his liquor and register from petty theft.

A most uncommon occurrence that no one was prepared for, came next.

***"Boys, boys, boys...violence is not the answer."***

Almost everyone within listening range stopped their actions cold, their expressions perked up as the most lyrical voice permeated through the center of the bar.

***"It's such an uncivilized act, an unnecessary, destructive cancer."***

Many who found the wherewithal to turn and find the source of the siren song found Goddess Hannah, walking tall, focused, almost imposing sexy strut complimenting the disembodied wave of sense-blinding sound. Plowing through all the other noise in the bar, there was nothing left to hear but Hannah's words.

***"The only cure to heal yourselves is to surrender the illusion of choice."***

No one expected the classy British patron to sit on a bar stool nearest the heated fighting, using only her powerfully-imbued voice to quell it. No piercing scream, police siren or gunshot had ever managed that at that bar before.

***"The only cure you're interested in is surrendering to my voice."***

Within the radius of Hannah's song, Kendra sat in awe of the audibly-affected space. Having spent so much time under various forms of Hannah's magic, especially dancing upon command, she found it easier than every other stunned listener to move. Others were stunned, stuck in cement as she swam through blissful waters to get closer to observe the impactful depth the siren spell, even sucking Hannah in at the epicenter. Body language expressed control as Hannah moved between their two slave who'd been triggered to fight for previously-unknown reasons, but something about her smile and glint in her eyes suggested the song itself was more in-control than she was. Robbed of much else except the need to sink to the grown and fawn at her feet, several of the enraptured looked only a shade deeper under than the magician herself.

Aware enough to notice small pockets of the bar were fixed, but not close enough to the song to be captivated, Kendra used what presence of mind she had to make sure no one could be an unauthorized nuisance or snitch. Quickly finding what she was needed, she slowly made her way to Hannah, who turned and greeted her slave lyrically.

***"How do I sound Kendra? Enough to put you deeply into trance?"***

Kendra felt a flood of music wash over her, muscles relaxing as an easy grin formed over her lulling muscles. 

***"Enough to compel that body I own to dance?"*** The object she meant to present to Hannah forgotten, the microphone hit the ground and caused some feedback that woke a few people up, mostly Hannah herself thankfully.

Seeing Kendra lost in a provocative dance, she figured out quickly what she was trying to do, taking a deep breath as she picked up the mic and spoke in that disembodied voice.

***"I know I have held this club in my voice mostly, but I ask the rest of you listen carefully and closely...."***

***

A crisp finger snap brought Kendra out of the deep sleep she was in, back at their booth, finding her head on Hannah's shoulder. She looked up to see green eyes smiling back down at her, and she leaned back into Hannah's body smiling.

"Whatever that was, that was incredible. I've never seen, or heard, anything like it."

"That was the Harmonious Symphony," Hannah informed.

"Perfect title for it. It was like...like distilled....yeah, harmony. I couldn't hear anything but you, not even my own thoughts telling me to obey you like normal."

"It's something I've used to help settle arguments and disputes."

"In extreme conditions, cause it seems like overkill...but I guess that explains why you picked this place to test it."

"Good deduction," Hannah complimented, stroking her hair again, watching the bar continue on as if the song had never happened. It was as if the pairing didn't exist and couldn't be bothered, except for the waitress ready to wait on them hand and foot.

"I guess your harem was too easy a target, but why not somewhere calmer, with less risk?"

"I was confident it would work well, even in a place like this."

"Too well, I think," Kendra lifted her head out of concern. "I think you lost control a little as you used it."

Hannah shook her head in agreement. "It is an admitted risk of the Harmonious Symphony, the song really starts from within, and I was rusty enough with it where it took me first. It happens much less with practice."

"But it can happen even when you're practiced?"

"Smaller chance, but still a chance. It's not like my senses don't favor such harmony too," the brunette magician laughed.

"And if it didn't work at all today?"

"Then you would've found yourself compelled to do what I couldn't, to dance and take the bar under your spell."

Kendra's eyes stared into Hannah's in disbelief.

"I...I'm flattered, Goddess, and I know you have faith in me, but...."

***"Why don't you prove me right, and give this bar an enthralling sight?"***

The sound of Harmonious Symphony struck Kendra's core again, filling it with calm and enough energy to walk out of their booth of invisibility, and begin to dance to music no one else could hear, but their eyes took in the rhythm with every undulation. Everything nearly stopped as everyone fixed on Kendra, giving them a show they would've happily paid for. Climbing on the bar, she treated it like a stripping stage, rolling her hips, and eyeing everyone hungrily. 

Hannah laughed as she saw people throw paper money on the bar where she danced, and used the microphone to give everyone a taste of the same harmony again.

"Practice makes perfect," she told herself before speaking into the mic.

***

The drive back into the city felt like a net positive for Martin; he was happy to let the dust leave his car, and happy to leave any residuals of the meeting behind. Concerns about how the great "Goddess" Hannah could be kept under control were more than unfounded as the master hypnotist found the entrancing magician more clever than he initially gave the rumors credit. She was special in a way that seemed unheard of, but then again, so did Dazzling Lady and Mistress Alexis according to all the compiled data. The preemptive actions set against all of them were well-seeded or already bearing fruit.

Around the time of his introduction into the organization, Martin wondered if targeting the "bad apples" or even the potentials was the right idea, especially in a fighting fire-with-fire kind of methodology. Everything about him prior told him that it was better just to restrict access, to ban, and to give warnings as sane, responsible organizations should. But his awareness of the malleability of the mind plus seeing the exceptional hypnotists in-action, and something remiss about the whole affair, steadily convinced him being proactive about this was the proper way to go. It was easy to see any one of them forcing their ambitions and will onto the Kalatravaasa, whether it be the mercenary operating in the shadows, or the powerful magician taking over in the spotlight, both of which had racked up an impressive list of powerful individuals who had become simpering slave by then. 

Mistress Alexis was a bit of an anomaly, having so much potential yet keeping a low profile. Ironically, being introduced to the Kalatravaasa by members is what made her a target, yet Martin didn't put her in the same category as the others. The most reasonable and seemingly-ethical (by organizational standards), Martin felt a need to guide Alexis and help steer her towards a path away from incorrigible, corrupting peers she actually favored, saving her from being what she could be, or what he had to force change upon as he had with Master Brian Parker.

On his way to the downtown area before the business lunchtime crowd created traffic to wade through, his phone rang. He noticed the number, and his muscles clenched a little as he recognized it. Wasting no time, he took the call.

"Hello, sir."

"Master Martin," an accented, even baritone answered. "How are the preparations coming?"

"The preparations are going well. The new location will be ready for the eq-"

"I meant preparations for our 'contracted presenters,'" the voice intoned purposefully.

"Ah, yes. We have made the proper inquiries, and have reached out to contacts of each presenter. Things are in place for the conscripted events."

The silent pause on the other end made Martin pay closer attention to driving, not wanting a clenching sphincter to cause an accident before arriving at the club.

"I would like to hear that from your lieutenants as well."

"O-of course, sir. I will have them ready for a joint call in the next hour."

"In the next thirty minutes," the voice corrected.

"Yes sir, thirty minutes."

The call ended as abruptly as the details were brief; despite understanding the coded lingo, Martin still felt left in the dark about the motivations of the higher ups. In the grand scheme of things, it paid to be an operational manager for the Kalatravaasa instead of a target of one. And as he dialed the numbers of his subordinates, he was thankful that he seemed irreplaceable at that moment compared to the ones lacking the competence and foresight to replace him.

***

"A Dazzling Lady has me swayed..."

"A Dazzling Lady must be obeyed..."

Two separate voiced intoned the mercenary hypnotist's signature mantra between soft, arousing sighs.

"A Dazzling Lady has me swayed..." was spoken by a trusted celebrity assistant Melanie who knew loyalty to her boss and friend, her hypnotic Mistress Alexis. Knowledge for both dimmed considerably as the purple, gleaming light of a shiny amethyst pendant swung between them, held up by Melanie's eager hand who didn't want to stop staring at the gentle arch she created for her new hypnotist and owner.

"A Dazzling Lady must be obeyed..." was spoken by the musical multi-millionaire maven known as Taylor Swift, who intoned the other stanza with lyrical exuberance, almost singing and crooning it at the same time. Both women were facing each other, but their blank features were as blurry as their vision to anything but the swinging pendant. The only exception for clarity was when one arm was getting too tired, as Melanie's was at that moment; Taylor's eyes cleared only to see the pendant lowering and found her own hand carefully removing the chain from Melanie's hand so she could hold it up and resume the shared induction.

"A Dazzling Lady has me swayed..."

"A Dazzling Lady must be obeyed..."

Both moaned through their mantras as each felt an assertive hand stroke the lengths of their hair, particularly Taylor who sang like a mindlessly-happy siren. Dazzling Lady approved of the reaction, guessing through experience and intuition that Melanie had a dedicated mistress in Alexis longer than Taylor, who showed several signs of expressing love of hypnosis with less ties to whichever hypnotists held her mental leash. It took a little more effort to subvert Melanie to her side, but both were well on their way to thinking of Dazzling as their only mistress.

"A Dazzling Lady has me swayed..."

"A Dazzling Lady....." the spasming soprano sung Dazzling's name as a hand ran from the top of her hair all the way to the small of her back, making Dazzling smile deeply. It was one of a few smiles she allowed herself since the night before, as her new slaves knelt on a carpeted rug, the softest material their knees had experienced since speaking the phrases. 

During her successful mercenary work the night prior, Dazzling caught wind of an extremely-disturbing sight with her hedge fund manager Suzanne Nelson succumbing to Mistress Alexis in a photo, putting the mercenary into defensive mode. She called Mistress Ursula several times and texted to no avail, which very much worried her. With at least one of her group compromised, she contacted all of her other wealthy harem members with a mass text, arranging a spontaneous gathering for them; a trigger in the text communicated attendance was not optional. Then she reached out to Kali whom might've had information regarding Mistress Alexis; it was a long shot, but due diligence as such couldn't hurt.

"Yes, I've actually heard of her," Kali told Dazzling, surprising the mercenary a little. "Fast work, my good little reporter," she thought to herself.

"And what have you heard of her?"

"That she's a pretty powerful hypnotist. I got that sense from people in the Kalatravaasa world who would talk to me; they communicated through words and almost assertions of how good she is."

Dazzling stayed silent, knowing she had more first-hand knowledge of this than most people Kali would ever talk to.

"Anything else, anything concerning or uncouth about her?"

"Uncouth?" Kali questioned.

"Think of it as the opposite of an Aphrodisian caress..."

Kali gasped a little from her end of the call as she felt Dazzling's touch roam along her forearm, much like the first time they met. But in this case, the phantom touch kept traveling higher and higher, past her clothing, along her bicep, tickling her shoulder blade and throat. She leaned into the phone, feeling Dazzling's touch more than the cellphone she moaned into. Once the touch reached her scalp, the mind-numbing sensation was complete and she found herself deep under Dazzling's control once again.

"A Dazzling Lady has me swayed...A Dazzling Lady must be obeyed..." she whispered into the call.

"Excellent. In a moment, you'll wake up with the conscious notion that you need to tell me everything you know about Mistress Alexis. You can't resist the floodgates of information opening and flowing into the place they belong, in my possession. Wake up now!" Dazzling snapped her fingers.

Kali blinked her eyes open and suddenly a torrent of words erupted from her about Alexis, most of it was pieces of information she knew, except for one that shocked her.

"...she reportedly has control of a very famous singer who had a concert tonight..."

Dazzling turned to look at the two ladies taking turns holding her crystal and speaking her enslaving mantra. "The odds," her mind concluded after being blind-sided by unexpected losses and unfathomable gains in the span of a single night. But even if she now had two as opposed to losing one, losing any was unacceptable for Dazzling's pride and ego.

Ending Kali's call with amnesiac suggestions and deepeners, Dazzling let the reporter go and carted her new slaves off to the penthouse suite held for private parties.

Each member arrived in suits or tuxedos, pulled away from work or charity benefits to the preamble-less colorful, entrancing lights that brought each harem member close to the center of the room. Totally ignoring the very-recognizable celebrity and assistant present, their minds focused solely on the Dazzling lights and words urging them to disrobe and go deeper than ever under Dazzling's control. Every other haremite showed as instructed, leaving only Susan taken and Ursula still MIA.

After a night of shoring up her defenses, Dazzling got some rest herself, and awoke to put everyone through the motions yet again, to keep their minds totally out of reach of anyone else's outside interference.

Each haremite woke to a morning of shaded curtains and pervasive lights still taking their minds.

"Good morning my slaves," Dazzling intoned through the room, watching naked moguls wake from sleeping on plush couches transitioning from groggy to spellbound at the sound of Dazzling's voice, and dazzling display filling their dreams and subconsciousnesses, urged to crawl to the light-producing apparatus that put them right back to the arousing sleep they begged for.

"And what a good morning it is, to feel my trance steal your worrisome days away yet again, to know that my voice sends you back into that bed, my words tucking you in to sleep the day away under my instruction. To know you are safe and remain within my control. ONLY my control. Only my control gives you the pleasure of hypnotic sleep, and hypnotic rapture. You grow harder and harder, knowing your mine and only mine. No one has dominion over you, not even yourselves. Only me, only your Dazzling Lady."

Watching multiple penises harden and drops of arousal slip down thighs gave Dazzling a sense of security in knowing that her usual slaves were uncompromised, or would be brainwashed yet again and cleared of any influence she hadn't found in them yet; their day would be spent bare, interrogated and reprogrammed, their programmed assistants in business covering for them as best they could. 

Leaving the conclave to the familiar mantric whispers, Dazzling descended upon the kneeling Taylor and Melanie, still lost in their own words made of swaying and obedience.

"Your Dazzling Lady has you swayed...Your Dazzling Lady must be obeyed..." 

From the void of their voices, Dazzling's shocked their shrunken world and filled it with the current reason for existence, glassy eyes widening and gasping as both became aware of the hypnotist's presence. Removing the amethyst from their grip, it twirled amongst the dazzling background lights close to Melanie's face first, just above her eye-level. Using the other hand to remove her bra, Melanie felt her breasts pawed and teased, pushing forward into Dazzling's roaming hand. Taylor received the same treatment moments later, though she seemed to respond to the colors twisting in the amethyst, eyes rolling in the back of her head as the singer's nipples were twisted.

The hypnotist eventually set the pendant aside to step between them, letting the singer and assistant become bedazzled by the sight of her, projected colors dancing off of her toned, sensual body. Dressed down to panties and bra, evidence of enslaved excitement was easy to see, especially in Taylor who had unfiltered dreams about what hypnotic submission could do to her body, silently happy to be exposed to the machinations of a sexualized trance. The way their nipples hardened through the fabric, Dazzling began to open her own silk robe, stroking her own hardened nipples. A lewd smile crossed her face as fingers ventured into her uncovered slit, bringing her slick fingers to their nostrils.

"Smell my essence, slaves. Let it dazzle you, charm you into further submission to me. Let it arouse and make you needy, desperate, and hungry for my suggestions."

Dazzling swore their breasts got bigger as they took deeper and deeper breasts. Slipping coated fingers into Melanie's parted mouth, Dazzling felt lips close around them, knowing she'd gotten a taste of the intoxicating juices, swallowing them with a satisfied gulp. Told to remain absolutely still until she snapped her fingers, Dazzling coated her lips with more juices, before whispering to Taylor.

"You want the taste of me so bad, I suggest you go get it," Dazzling told her, putting her closer to Melanie's glistening lips. A half-second before Taylor's lips dove onto Melanie's, she snapped her fingers and the pairing French kissed themselves to the carpeting beneath them, tongues dueling for a Dazzling taste. A musical laugh echoed through the room between wealthy chants and enthusiastic lip-locking. 

Everything she was orchestrating helped to take her mind temporarily over the poaching, or what's worse, the poaching and betrayal over someone she trusted. For all the years Dazzling spent honing her skills and engaging in less than scrupulous hypnotic activities, finding someone she could trust with confidences among other things was a rarity, and every person she met, no matter how nice, gave her pause enough to exercise caution. Meeting Goddess Hannah and Mistress Alexis changed that notion for her, the latter especially. Alexis was the most surprising person she'd met as a hypnotist, first coming into her life as a potential rescuer at the hands of even worse dominants, then as a friend and friendly rival. She even let herself fall to the considerable skill Alexis had and found herself enjoying her time as Alexis' pet. Dazzling hardly ever admitted she could be submissive, even to herself no one was worthy of her reigns, but hearing Alexis' voice utter "Cassie"....

But apparently caution had served her well as Alexis turned out to be someone extremely cunning, even though she didn't try to keep her once she had her the first time. How things ended up as they were could've given her a headache if she let her thoughts drifted too long towards the nebulous emotions, so Dazzling vowed to begin strategizing for how to get Susan back, and retribution while she was at it. She smiled as she realized she could start with the poached beauties in-front of her.

Separating them with a beautiful bare foot, Dazzling ordered Taylor back to kneeling and for Melanie to begin worshiping her feet. Dazzling felt her toes individually kissed and sucked on as she regarded the singer.

"Are you an accomplished-enough singer to think of song lyrics on the fly, Taylor?"

"Yesss, Dazzzling..." she uttered breathlessly.

"Then come back to consciousness for me now, aware, adorning, and vocalizing song lyrics that remind you of your Dazzling Lady...." she commanded, as she got her phone ready to record whatever creativity would reveal itself.

Taylor took a deep breath, blinking herself back to an awakened state, moaning at the sight of Dazzling's body and wicked smile directed at her. She bit her lip as lyrics began to manifest in her head.

"Wanna bedazzled, dazzled, dazzled....

wanna bedazzled, dazzled, dazzled....

sinking down into a world of fantasy....

but no fairy tale could match the glory of She...."

Dazzling gasped a little at Melanie's worship, and how easily the accomplished singer formed coherent words in an enthusiastic acapella, glorifying her own enslavement.

"She who found me....and worked that charming magic

She whom life without would become dull and tragic....

cause when that pendant hangs between my eyes....

purple flashes...burn thoughts to ashes to my surprise...."

"Kiss up my leg, climb to find that scent you need," she whispered to Melanie, not wanting to interrupt Taylor who'd found her own wetness and stroked as her brain continued making a new song.

"and all that's left...is words meant for shaping,

filling a hole in my soul I never knew was gaping.

And when such a Dazzling Lady leaves me so frazzled

All I want....all I want....I wanna bedazzled

dazzled....dazzled.....mmmmmmmdazzled....." the creative process deteriorated as Taylor's fingers stroked faster, as fast as Melanie's tongue in Dazzling's slit.

Both women rode the stroking of cunts and mused minds to a strong orgasm, the orgasmic calm before the storm to come.

***

"Master Brian gives me pleasure....I must give pleasure to Master Brian..."

Anna's mind played the echoing words on a loop in her head, spoken by a voice resembling the moaning from above. Her own lips were busy giving pleasure an engorged cock kneeling between Brian's spread open legs. The loop spoken in his voice was aided helpfully by the spiral-engraved silver watch hanging in-front of her eyes. Hearing her master's suggestions and vocal signs of pleasure drove her to be more enthusiastic, knowing she was bringing him to a swift orgasm that validated that moment for her. He gripped at her hair, directing the rate of stimulation, almost ready to choke Anna on his member, so close to his umpteenth orgasm, when the door opened and he jarringly pushed Anna to the ground.

Master Harry had stepped through the door with Mistress Ursula in-tow. Harry looked strangely at what he thought he was witnessing, a lopsided smile covering his face as Ursula's blank expression only showed signs of life repeating "drown in the sound of hypnosis..."

"Vying for a new position, are we Master Brian?"

"Every man should have ambitions of rising to the next level," evidence of Brian's ruined orgasm barely slipped through his features, hastily making himself presentable again behind the desk.

"Do such ambitions include securing the position they firmly have? If so I think Master Martin would certainly agree," Harry chuckled, making Ursula take a seat next to him as he watched Brian and a crawling Anna come from behind Master Martin's desk.

Brian said nothing as he stepped away from the desk and wiped Anna's face off, just in time for Martin to arrive. The Kalatravaasa's operational manager was breathed a bit easier as he found his subordinates and their embedded spies present, not at all wanting to look like he didn't have his own staff, let alone other matters, under control.

Without a word, he opened the laptop on his desk and turned it around, waiting for the video call that promptly arrived thirty minutes later.

"Hello, sir. My lieutenants and I, and the presenter contacts are here."

"Good. Are the presenter bids still competitive," the authoritative deep voice spoke.

"Quite so," Martin commented. "Two of the three are competing as we speak, and the third will become aware of her bid today."

"Is she ready to present this bid?"

"Yes sir, she is," Brian chimed in ahead of Martin, stepping close, bringing Anna to the forefront. He whispered a few things in her ear as she watched the silver watch he brandished, and pulled her head down into sleep. In the next few moments, she opened her eyes and found the compulsion to kneel in-front of the smiling master hypnotist.

"Hello Master Martin," she spoke consciously and eagerly.

"Hello slave Anna. Do you have anything to say?"

"Yes Master, Master Brian controls me," she spoke without a hint of hesitation or wavering, as the intended viewer could see.

"And what about Goddess Hannah?"

She laughed as if told an absurd joke "Goddess Hannah need not know that you control me, Master Brian," she spoke, and triggered herself to speak the same phrase over and over, her voice growing softer until she could only whisper the words and nod her head.

"Excellent," the voice praised. "And is the Ursula slave doing her part as well?"

Martin looked towards Harry who nodded and whispered to Ursula, bringing her to life. 

"I drown in the sound of hypnosis. I am to serve the interests and masters of the Kalatravaasa," became Ursula's repetition before she slowly sank into murmuring hypnosis.

"We are pleased on our end for the preparations, but be warned of the...presenter's cunning. They are not as easily manipulated...." Martin noticed his superior's speech pattern almost ended prematurely, guessing he could've finished with "as you are." Speculation moved to the back of his head as he continued to listen intently.

"We understand, and thank you for your support in planning the competitive bids," Martin replied.

"You will be receiving some support alongside your efforts," the master hypnotists were told almost matter-of-factly.

"Sir?"

"Assistance should not be an issue as we are close to arrangements being carried out flawlessly. Agreed?" The tone left zero room for dissension.

Every conscious voice in the room readily agreed.

"I look forward to a flawless result very soon then."

The call ended abruptly again, and three nervous hypnotists silently breathed in relief.

"How close are we to being flawless?" Martin asked with diminutive authority in his own voice, shutting off the laptop on his desk, leaning against it with his back to them. 

"Very," Harry told him. "Looks like it's going to be a powder keg happening very soon. I wish the bosses wanted video confirmation of it, cause I'd love to get the fight on camera."

"Yeah, it should be mind-blowing," Brian laughed, happy get indirect revenge against Mistress Alexis especially.

"Just make sure," Martin asserted. "Too many things are lined up for mistakes to happen."

Neither subordinate envied Martin's position with the weight he carried. He looked like the one least enjoying the plentiful supply of hypnoslaves to program and fuck with, secure only in his obligations and that neither Harry or Brian was stupid enough to challenge him and take his place. And silently each man worried if they were merely the means to the end of securing control of the ladies the Kalatravaasa had their sights on for a while.

"Of course, Master Martin, we'll make sure," Harry replied diplomatically, excusing himself with Brian, Anna, and Ursula.

"You'd better," Martin said to himself in his vacant office, afraid to guess the exact repercussions if they didn't.

***

Mitchell Burbank was at the office, working another Sunday afternoon on the financials of his company, the unofficial money manager for the top of the firm. It used to be a more common job things were more secretive and Mitchell was more morally-flexible about where the money went. At some point, things were calming down a great deal, looking more legitimate, to his surprise. Not that he cared, as long as he could not be connected to the money, especially using the pass code of his boss, given to him by his boss's boss, Suzanne Nelson.

He was finishing up his Sunday half-day when he received a text from Susan, telling him to take a call that rang on his phone a minute later.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mitchell Burbank?" a pleasantly-smooth voice answered.

"This is. To whom am I speaking?" he asked cordially, knowing he was still working for Suzanne under this capacity.

"Hello, my name is Alexis Wincroft, a mutual friend of Suzanne Nelson."

"Ah, hello Ms. Wincroft. How can I help you?"

"It's Alexis, and with your impressive financial expertise, I would like to inquire about a special item I'm thinking of selling."

"Selling?"

"I deal in exclusive antiquities."

"...that sounds very interesting, Alexis" he hesitated to call any higher ups by their first name, even mere acquaintances, knowing the unspoken system politeness even important peons like him had to abide by. "Though I must confess that I may not have the expertise f-"

"With what Suzanne told me, you're the perfect man to at least point me in the right direction. I wouldn't expect an appraisal of the item, though I'd totally understand if you'd want to see it for yourself."

"And what is the item?"

"Confidentially-speaking..." Alexis began. 

"I understand; there's always strict confidentiality when it comes to business," Mitchell told her.

"Rumor has it the item is linked to one Sigmund Freud, a pocket watch..."

"Wait, the famous psychologist guy?"

"Famous or infamous when it comes to the subject of hypnosis, depending on who you talk to. But the name and time period alone for the time piece is said to net in the millions range, and that's before the implications of what the item means when connected to the man."

"What...connection are we talking about?"

"Well, the whole 'watch the swinging watch' trope, history argues exactly when it started. The most trusted minds say Freud started it in his time, well before hypnosis was common knowledge. A physical origin, perhaps thee physical origin of that trope,  to the right buyer...there are some enthusiasts who couldn't help but consider putting any amount down for such an item."

"I see..."

"Trust me Mitchell, many want to. As someone aware of what hypnosis means to the public eye, following where the pocket watch has made its way through history is unique. An item that ceased being a mere time piece and became the signature item linked to hypnosis, is fascinating, and not in just an academic way. And some would say that while he was still interested in the practice, Freud may have wanted pocket watches to have that mark on history forever. Holding it myself, I swear some of that classic influence is still imbued in it, whether or not I ask the kinds of questions Freud would have, like 'have you ever been hypnotized before today,' or 'how does it feel to know that you will be hypnotized.'"

Mitchell found himself resting in his office chair he was trying to leave from before the phone call, reclining for the sake of unnoticed, relaxed muscles. Even despite taking a the call as an unofficial order for Ms. Nelson, there was an advantage in the sublime quality of Alexis' voice. The incentive to listen to that calming voice only increased as she went along; words  that put together could've been droning on by Suzanne felt interesting, and engaging from Alexis. The longer she spoke, the more his mind automatically appraised it without being asked to.

"Most who have been asked that question had never been directly hypnotized before, and all of them knew it was going to happen the moment they heard those words. And the moment that pocket watch was brought to their vision, they knew the key to the connection of experiencing hypnosis laid in the watch, hanging on that chain in-front of them, round metal attracted to magnetized eyes, made to follow that arch of back and forth....back, and forth...back, and forth....just imagine being the subject that started it all, how little he knew, how much he would be told he knew, how the world would change just as much as his world changed...all from a pretty, gold, historically-hypnotic pocket watch....swinging back, and forth..."

Listening felt incredible, and incredibly-easy to the hedge fun employee, yawning and being praised for it, forgetting what his role and connection to the point of the conversation, but more than happy to be subjected to each word. 

The rest of Mitchell's day was a blur to him, finding himself taking a cab to an address he needed to go to right after work. The cloud he was floating on helped him evade the fact that the phone never left his ear, and the voice speaking to him stayed connected to his ability to form new thoughts. That part of his mind rested while hers gave him something to think and grin about. As if sleepwalking, he found himself knocking on a door, a young, pretty woman with short hair granting him entry, drawn to the voice he still held up his phone for. 

Stepping into the apartment, most of the imagery blurred, especially the fuzzy image of his boss, naked, lewdly pawing at her own body, and moving her head between the legs of a beautiful redhead speaking the words filling his head. Face-to-face with Alexis, he could only smile witlessly, especially when he was finally beholden to the infamous watch, feeling like the first man ever to surrender to it.

"That's right, Mitchell. The moment you see the watch...it's the moment hypnosis becomes real, and your state-of-being. You are under hypnosis now, under the hypnosis of your boss's boss. Beyond simple employment to Suzanne Nelson, you are bound to the order of Mistress Alexis, and will do exactly as I tell you. You cannot resist me, nor the watch, nor the desire to be hypnotized over, and over, and over again..."

Ironically, the swinging time piece erased time or history to him as Alexis' words reveal his importance in how he would serve Suzanne and Alexis.

The hypnotist sat Mitchell down in her office chair, sighing after a powerful spasm of after Suzanne's enthusiasm spiked; seeing another minion of hers being taken into Alexis' power ramped up her tongue to make her cross the zenith. Tired eyes scanned the many faces in her apartment, including Cris', Claudine's, all the faces of her long-distance slaves on her computer screen, and of course Mitchell and Suzanne. A short, half-grin appeared on her face, quickly shifting to frowning as she realized she traded two of Dazzling's slaves for two of her own.

It was earth-shattering enough to when a hypnotized Tricia informed her of whom Suzanne belonged to, or when Martin showed her the picture of Dazzling dominating Taylor, but the foundations were too fluid as she found the Dazzling Lady deceitful and untrustworthy. She would've expected a woman like Dazzling to be opportunistic before they met; but after her rescue attempt, it was to her surprise she was a kindred spirit, someone she could trust, someone who freely encouraged the hypnotist inside to explore darker desires, even if they were brighter than the bad elements. It should've brought an unending smile to remember how she turned the great Dazzling into a sweet pet-Cassie, or how the mercenary retaliated in a rematch making Alexis a pretty droning device, for just an afternoon instead of a permanent affair.

Now all that made Alexis smile was planning to get Taylor and Melanie back, and getting comeuppance in the meantime.

Ushering Suzanne over with a hand motion, the naked blonde crawled over to the redhead, gripping her hair, bearing down on the sex slave with blue eyes.

"It's hard not to imagine what Dazzling is doing to my Melanie and my Taylor, all the fun she'll have with my ladies, and with me if she gets the chance. And while none of that is your fault Suzanne, you're going to help me get back at Dazzling. Mistress Alexis' causes are now your causes. That sounds very sexy, doesn't it?"

Alexis' wordlessly let the blue of her eyes fill her vision as she let the cold metal of her watch trail down her flat stomach, and creating heat as it inched closer to her moist opening. Feeling the cool sensation against her wetness made her gasp, as the watch came back into her vision once again.

"With every swing, you can still feel that cold cooling that heat, or that heat melting the cool. Colliding temperatures creating a storm of pleasure surging through you, rewarding you as you obey and follow....back and forth...back and forth...the more it swings the deeper you feel that storm brewing...so hot...so cold...so wet....back and forth....back and forth...."

Incomprehensible moans lasted as long as her eyes tracked the swinging golden time piece.

"You know, I can't remember the last time I let you orgasm," Alexis told her as the watch stopped. "Would you like to know how you can orgasm for Mistress Alexis?"

Faint nods were all Suzanne could muster in her stupor while trying to moan please.

Standing, still gripping Suzanne's hair like a leash, she brought the blonde to Mitchell who was naked, edging himself with one hand, accessing Suzanne's funds with the other.

"I am a generous hypnotic Mistress, Suzanne, and I expect my subjects to follow my example, as diligently as they follow the watch..."

Suzanne's blurry vision from her knees could make out one of her bank accounts, and an unclothed Mitchell in-front of his work laptop, ready to move monies around. Some of it and what Alexis was saying called to the subdued part of her struggling against the latest layer of trance her consciousness was buried under. Just when she thought she could break free, she found the golden watch wearing that resistance down again, and muting it with fingers reaching in-between her legs.

"How much money do you make in a year officially, Suzanne? Be honest."

Suzanne heard herself mutter "$450,000."

"Impressive, just as impressive as that compulsion to give it away to charities and causes in need. I'm going to bring you up to a light trance, and you're going to instruct Mitchell here in how much to give to the charity ready to receive your generous donation. I won't tell you exactly what number will help you reach the orgasm you crave, but I suspect you'll know in your heart, in your slit, what will feel best to give."

Alexis snapped her fingers, and Suzanne blinked just enough to have the clarity of seeing Mitchell poised to take her orders.

"Mitchell...move ten thousand to the charity," she said, feeling the still fingers between her legs feel a small sense of moving.

"Move twenty-no thirty thousand..." Suzanne shivered as fingers twitched and found enough sensation in them to start stroking her most sensitive parts, slowly.

"Mmmmmmm...." Suzanne tried to enjoy the wave she though would naturally come, but frustration set in as she remained at a low level of arousal.

"F-f-fifty thousand...." She sighed and whined as the change in amount barely moved the needle.

"One hundred thousand!" left her lips unexpectedly, exceeding the number she was publicly willing to give a charity at any conscious point in her life. The numbness around the stroked walls went away as stimulation gave way to a rhythm she was finally able to reach. And with increased speed came increased need.

"Two hundred th-two hundred fifty thousand!" The number she dedicated her life to meant so little compared to the what it could afford her. "The people you'll please" she tried to argue to what amounted for a capitalistic conscience, unaware of the cause or who would benefit; it mattered little as she pictured Mistress Alexis who stretched her sense of self for a hypnotic orgasm the way even Dazzling Lady never had.

"Mmmmmmm.....mmmmmmmmm.....three hundr-no! No! NO! I'm not doing this! I'm not do-oooohhhhhh..." screams of protest were acutely interrupted as the golden watch swinging back and forth, deepening the trance she still tried to emerge from.

"Silence is golden, ms money slut, but that needy need to give...priceless," Alexis crooned in her ear. 

Only the frustrating edge kept Suzanne conscious enough, while the watch burned every other thought away.

"Ttthhhrreeeee hunnnnnn......oooohhhhhh......ahhhhhh....nnnooopleasssseeeeee......."

Alexis was patient, stroking herself as she waited for the inevitable.

Tears streaming down her face as much as juices rolled down her thigh, Suzanne released her financial inhibition.

"Four hundred and fifty thousand! Now Mitchell!" the orgasmic scream was loud and pronounced, enough that Alexis thought she might have to "reason" with some complaining neighbors.

After changing the number for the transfer several times, Mitchell came alongside his boss, happy to have done the bidding of Alexis, knowing their giving hearts would grow the longer they spent under Alexis' control.

"I'm so proud of you Suzanne, and you Mitchell. The Affordable Public Housing Initiative will thank you a great deal for your philanthropy, maybe one of many transactions."

Alexis happily perused the windows open on Mitchell's laptop as he'd sunk deep into trance.

"Oooh, what's this one labeled 'DL' for? Is this one meant for a certain Dazzling Lady?" Alexis questioned Suzanne.

"...yeessss, for h-her...."

"Not anymore," Alexis replied, giving another recipient designation to the man at the computer.  "Mitchell, Suzanne, you feel that need growing in you. You need another hypnotic orgasm, and you feel it attached to your giving hearts. The blood rushes through your system as you rush to obey me..."

To Alexis' surprise, Suzanne didn't bother holding back her orgasm in piecemeal this time, her will too smashed.

"One million and five hundred thousand, Mitchell! NOW!"

And just like that, three sets of loins orgasmsed, and a climate change fighting group received over a million in a single transaction.

"Saving the world, one orgasm at a time," Alexis laughed. "Amazing how much it costs to get off for rich people lately. But when isn't it worth the money?" She showed them the watch one more time, before clearing her head, temporarily satiated, focusing on her next task.

"And now we'll she how you two can help me rock Dazzling's world. It seems my pet-Cassie is due for a severe spanking."

***

Lounging before a row of submissive haremites. Kendra, Cheryl, Sabrina, Anna, Danielle and Deidre were dressed down to bras and panties as Goddess Hannah smiled upon the group who looked upon her with glassy, hungry eyes, wanting to worship her feet, her body, or to be drawn into deeper trance with any part gracing attentive senses. 

Wearing an open robe and nothing else, Hannah stepped up to Kendra who'd accompanied her earlier that day for the Kalatravaasa meeting. Raising one foot off the ground, Hannah's red-painted toe nails waved in-front of Kendra's eyes, the bright red being followed as easy as any pair would following the bright white of Hannah's pen-light. Before reducing the foot slave to drooling, the magician placed the ball of her foot to Kendra's mouth, and allowed the harem dancer to worship at will. 

"For those of you who are brand-new to this, by popular demand...."

"Thank you Goddess," she heard Kendra trying to utter while sucking her toes.

"I present to you....my Harmonious Symphony...."

Hannah started a few notes of her song, summoning the control to not get lost in the torrent each woman felt awash in as her songstress voice took hold. Hannah loved how each woman wavered and breathed different, as if finding themselves submerged underwater, and learning they could breath while they sank.

Feeling enough control to continue, Hannah allowed lyrics to shape her symphony.

***"Sexy kneeling playthings, to the arousing Goddess they pray...***

***To have your prayers answered, tell me whom you obey..."***

Further away from unison, but just as passionate, each woman spoke their hypnotists name dutifully, though Anna's variant sounded very different than the others.

"....Mmmmmaster Brian...."

The symphony stopped short as Hannah shook herself back to full conscious control, forcing Anna into an intense green stare.

"GAZE into my eyes, now! Anna rests within Hannah!" the magician doubly-triggered her executive slave.

"Repeat the words you just said, no hesitation..." Hannah commanded.

"Master Brian...." quickly left Anna's lips, quivering as if the tranced part of her anticipated punishment or the wrath of an angry Goddess.

Feeling her throat gently gripped, Hannah restarted the symphony again.

***"As your Goddess speaks, held under melodious reign,***

***To whom your mind has been exposed to, it is time to explain..."***