Mid-day during the lunch rush hour in the trendier part of town, employees of the Chesterton club were setting up early for their evening business hours. Busboys were setting up decorations around the table and stocking. Sound engineer specialists were setting up the club's new, customized sound system. And the star bartender Mace Gibson, a handsome 30 year old in plaid, was bringing up cases of liquor from behind the bar, noticing things were working well so far despite the order from management to be ready asap, which didn't make sense, but none questioned it; Mace, like most, felt a need to serve the coming evening crowd as their VIP clientele, something that pushed them to work with pride in their hearts and smiles on their faces. Mace was kind of hoping wherever the supervisor was on the premises, that they'd stop by to give more orders, as they always sounded like chiefly good ideas to him; even the unreasonable asks sounded great the more they listened to the details, or just their voice.

Setting down a case of vodka, Mace felt his heart nearly leap as he thought he saw a familiar silhouette at the entrance, a nice figure framed by the outside lights. Adjusting to the few from a distance, excitement waned as he could tell it wasn't the supervisor, even if their figure, and their style was rather eye-catching. Whoever it was wore what looked like a stylish dark suit, with a wide-brimmed hat. They stood at the doorway, staring in the direction of the sound system, seemingly fascinated by the sound Mace considered white noise after hearing it for hours; the silhouette had to shake off the effect of the sound before making their way closer to the bar. The closer she got, the more Mace took notice of the figure's appearance. A healthy figure was carried like a world-class model, as if someone had walked off a photo shoot nearby to get a drink. Her black suit was sleek and tailored, and unafraid to let her curvaceousness show. The V opening of her suit jacket and unbuttoned white blouse was as inviting as her lipsticked smile, a pale red.

Once she finally made to the bar, Mace stood in total curiosity as the woman raised her head to show off dark designer sunglasses, and a brighter smile than the one he thought he saw leaning on the seductive side.

"Um...we're not open at the moment...." Mace started, trying not to stammer while the woman remained completely composed, taking a calm breath, daring his eyes to glance down at her impressive bust. 

"...but, uh, what can I get you?"

"I'll take a martini," a rich alto voice intoned as she placed her hands on the bar, almost arching a little to give a fuller peak at her assets. "And some information, if you can spare it."

"One martini coming up," Mace told her, gathering the glass and ingredients needed to make her something extra special. "And as far as information, were you looking for our event schedule, or management?"

"I was actually looking to know about a possible patron of this establishment; I heard she might frequent it."

"Well, it gets pretty crowded here, I may know a face or five, but I'm not sure I'd know everyone that comes around."

"Oh, I'd trust the bartender's eyes over management or a doorman who sees face after face. They're just numbers to other positions; you get to see them with more memorable expressions, from the laughing to the intoxicated, leaving greater impressions I think. Don't you?"

"The way you put it, I can see your point. Who exactly are you looking for, Ms...?" Mace handed her the finished drink.

"Ms. Dowed, but those who know me better, call me VeVe..." she spoke before sipping on her fresh martini. "Mmmmmm. Make me another one of these, and you can most certainly call me Mistress VeVe."

Mace's eyebrow raised at the "Mistress" title, unable to hide the pause in his posture while making another martini, failing to show how the word stirred something in him.

"That's quite a name," he commented, making sure he sounded impressed with it instead of excited.

"It's a performance name, honestly, just like the woman I'm looking for."

"Oh, she's a performer too? Has she done anything at our club, like under Mistress?"

"She is a mistress of her craft, for sure, but her "Lady" title comes after the descriptive word."

"....Lady..." he tried to think, serving her the second drink, allowing his mind to reach for a memory methodically tucked away, but still on the verge of intoxication stronger than from the served liquor.

"'Dazzling Lady' is her name. Ringing any bells?"

The full name spoke out loud, in a tone very similar to the woman who'd locked the memory away for safe keeping, made him actively become still to search for it; it only made Mistress VeVe smile.

"Yeah, she's definitely rang your bell," she smirked at the man, drawing his attention with an outstretched hand, fluttering fingers in his face that gave unfocused eyes something to latch onto. Following the butterfly imitation as it led him in several directions, he stayed on it all the way to the symbolic butterfly landing on the cleft she gently stroked, giving his mind no quarter to think any further about Dazzling.

"And yet, the thought of her seems to be going away from you, floating away like a breeze passing you by, as something else keeps you comfortably in place, something weighing on your mind." Mistress VeVe's breathing pattern began to rhythmically rise and fall, as his own breathing followed suit, and his eyes stayed on the mostly-clothed bust rising and falling. 

"Would something be weighing on your mind at the moment? If so, I would hope that it's a rather soft weight, nothing heavier than a blanket, the kind that will wrap itself around you because a tired body and sleepy mind would beg for it. The weight that pulls itself over you, urging you to return to that place where you can dream. You can dream of your desires, things you've seen during your day, things you've wanted to interact on an intimate, or perhaps a primal level. Covered up under these sheets, lost in your dreams, how would your desires react to a well-endowed, dominant woman bestowing her bountiful body upon you? Would your dreams come true as her breasts become bare, with hard nipples stiffening, stiffening your cock, draining your rational mind of fluids and focus?"

Mace found it hard to recall where he was all of a sudden, unaware how he'd been led back into the store room, staring down at a pair of dreamy tits that looked deliciously available and assertive behind closed eyelids. 

"How amazing, how hot would it be, if my breasts wanted your attention? How would you respond if I wanted to bring you to the point of sexual, of mental slavery, with just a point?"

Surging blood rushed through his body as a hard nipple brushed over his cheek, trailing all over his face, inching closer and closer to his salivating mouth. He moaned loudly as it drew upon his lips, and circled them over and over, avoiding every instinctive effort to suckle on it.

"No, no, no, my good man. You only get that reward when you are obedient, when you are mine to command, in dreams, in reality, whether awake, or asleep. No matter what, my control, and my assets will always weigh on your mind. Do you agree?"

VeVe didn't give him permission to form coherent words, but it was fun to watch him try.

"Feel the ability to speak clearly and honestly for me now. Do you agree with me, in all things?"

".....y-yes."

"Does my control, my cleavage weigh on your mind, always?"

"...yes."

"Does anyone else control you as completely as I do, as I will?"

"....n-n-no."

"Whom do you truly obey, Dazzling Lady , or me?"

"........"

Mistress VeVe loved moments like these, upending the control of another hypnotic dominant, turning a slaves prior conditioning and available loyalty in her direction.

"Whom do you truly obey, Dazzling Lady....or me?" she growled sensually in his ear as the nipple was so close to closing around needy lips.

"...you...you....you....you," he mumbled over and over again. 

"Then you can refer to me by my proper performing name - Voluptuous Vixen."

"Voluptuous....Vixen."

"Again, tit-slave."

"Voluptuous Vixen!"

The nipple finally closed around Mace's lips, and he sucked hard on the teet seemed to suck his will away just by being. Voluptuous giggled hard at how he like many before him, couldn't tell the difference between a hard nipple and a finger tip; it couldn't matter to the man getting drunk on her imaginary tit.

"Very good, tit-slave. You might be my first useful slave in this city. And the sooner I find Dazzling, the sooner I can get some much-deserved payback. And the sooner that happens, the sooner I might make you a permanent slave, sucking my actual tits on the regular. Agreed, bartender?"

"Ysm vlvutps vixn" he tried to answer with his mouth full, awaiting the chance to answer all of Voluptuous' pressing questions.

***

Dressed in a bathrobe after a long hot shower, and a hot hypnotic domination scene prior, Mistress Alexis sat in her apartment kitchen, sipped on her morning coffee, starting to come back to some semblance of content despite the air of conflict and instability. Waiting for breakfast to be made, she picked up her phone as it chimed for a received notification:

"Room 1429. 3pm. Both deprogrammed. If you do the same."

It was several days after indulging in her financial domineering-side and made a $450,000 profit off of Dazzling's wealthy slave Susan, and such a text was the last thing she expected. Reading it just as the caffeine was starting to kick in while Susan prepared her breakfast, several rounds of blinking showcased disbelief as to what she was seeing - a message from Dazzling Lady after hours of silence that extended almost to a whole week. Alexis double-checked the number to make sure it was actually her, but enough clues were there to confirm - stating a room number instead of an address clearly gave away the where, the Mantle hotel where both hypnotists engaged in friendly dueling and play afterwards.

Surprise was her immediate reaction in that there wasn't some attempt at subtle language or activating a tactically-embedded trigger, just what seemed like a truce offering, giving both Taylor and Melanie back with no strings attached if she gave Susan back. In pragmatic terms, it was what she really wanted, though a much more hopeful part of her dreamed the impossible dream that she could be on good terms with Dazzling again; it saddened her more than anything else angered her that moment, that the woman she'd had such a strong intuition about turned out not to be the person she'd respected, trusted, even fancied. The prospect of that intuition about Dazzling being trustworthy again produced an urge to type in a hurried response to agree to the terms. It lingering in her fingertips for long seconds, but she set the phone down on the table firmly, rationale overshadowing hope.

As much as she wanted to believe it could be over and done with as simple as that, Alexis knew better.

Her eyes narrowed before picking the phone up again, sighing into an onset of deep assessment and a jumble of emotions came to the redhead almost all at once. Reading the succinct message over and over again, she held a pensive thumb over the keyboard, reassessing the situation with the first sign of contact since their private conflict started, wondering which key she'd press first.

Not hearing a word from one another in the middle of their dual hostage situation made Alexis wonder if Dazzling had planned to simply keep both Melanie and Taylor, and look for a way to reclaim Susan with extreme prejudice; it made her momentarily wince to imagine what Dazzling could do to her enemies with her skills and creativity, though it brightened her mood how Dazzling herself subtly convinced Alexis of how good she was, boosting confidence enough to lessen the fear. Regardless, Alexis was ready to go whatever lengths were necessary to get them back, expecting to confront her former friend with everything she had; several nights of training her mind with recordings for self-hypnosis was her passive preparation before she could find some lead or wait for some communication to begin to enact a plan.

On the plus side though, it made her smile more than expected to know that having a high-profile slave like Taylor on her hands could be more than Dazzling would like to; all of her prominent slave were high-profile, but could remain fairly private with little interruption, while the singer drew enough attention to double or triple the amount of people Dazzling might have to deal with if she was possessive enough.

The smell of cooked breakfast meat and eggs heightened as Susan submissively brought Alexis' plate to the table.

"Very good, Susan. You're more adept at cooking than I expected. Please enjoy some of your delicious food with me; perhaps I'll give you something sweet after."

Susan sat Alexis' food in-front of her current hypnotist, and began salivating as the sweet suggestion took the hedge fund manager back between her legs. The mesmerist smiled as she watched her aroused chef serve herself the rest of the breakfast made, nipples showing through the white blouse she wore; it was the only article of clothing she wore, allowing a bead of liquid to freely run down her leg.

"Come on, focus on the immediate problem," Alexis told herself as she ate, forcing herself to ruminate over the Dazzling and not Susan. "You have mere hours before this faux exchange, probably a trap is sprung. You can marvel on the magic of your sug-"

Internal dialog paused as something was triggered in her mind, and a broad smile formed on her face as a memory kickstarted an idea. Looking in Susan's direction, staring into the space of an unfurling plan, she quickly grabbed her phone and begun setting things in-motion.

***

"Room 1120. 3pm. Deprogrammed. If you do the same."

From her high-rise loft, Dazzling Lady took some deep breaths as she noticed a reply to her message with a thumbs up, followed by a near-verbatim response following. The deep breaths were both contemplative and reactive, the latter having to do with her pussy satiated after a long morning of Melanie learning how to properly lavish her pussy; small twitches of pleasure made the mercenary hypnotist purr a little as she set one foot atop the naked Melanie's head who'd sunk to the floor to kiss the tops of the other. The former reasoning for her deep breaths helped her addled mind start calculating the meaning behind Alexis' message.

A small smile formed over her face, impressed with Alexis for taking a similar route as her with the proposal, figuring Mistress Alexis to be considerably-skilled and yet fairly straightforward when it came to strategy, that she knew of; adding an angle of complication with the different room number a few floors down at the Mantle. Despite the severe transgression committed, and the desire to seek retribution among other things, there was a modicum of pride in watching Alexis blossom into the kind of hypnotist she was, who could be something of a worthy challenge opposing someone as accomplished as her. The smiling brunette almost lamented the backstabbing by someone she actually trusted her mind with, and in how the redhead's independent and clever career might be cut short. Once Dazzling delved deeper than ever into her mind, the sensual shackles binding Alexis to her would make another biddable slave, her long-term Alexa unit devoid of the desire to be any kind of opposition to her will. Dazzling had to put aside how much she'd miss the dominant Alexis, and being pet-Cassie for an affectionate, caring owner; it seemed she couldn't afford such a dynamic anymore, not while her ego was on the warpath.

Sitting a mere ten feet from Dazzling and her foot worshipper, the tip of the spear of the hypnotic battle plan was humming lyrics constructed on paper and within a mazed mind keeping her narrowly thinking her newest harem owner. The song that played in Taylor's head over and over brough a constant torrent of emotions and programming Dazzling had tapped into from Alexis' foundation; convinced of how hot the scenario truly was, Taylor found her creative juices flowing as easily as others, retelling the story with her own bit of flare, into something her new hypnotist would want to hear. 

"Make this story into a song," Taylor was told, already formulating rhymes to make another possibly memorable it. And the further she came close to completing it, the more the remaining order solidified itself - "and the more you make it, the more this story will become your reality."

Both singer and hypnotist worked out the logistics of the situation presented, with more critical thinking extending to Dazzling's end as she had to account for a drop-off on an entirely different floor of their usual hotel, and any traps ready to be laid out for her.

"I doubt they'll work on me, but it should be fun tripping them and her chances of success up," she thought before hearing Taylor fumble at part of the lyrics. The blonde wasn't capable of tearing up paper, upset at the alpha state of another inspired song not fully coming together, but her frustration was still visible enough. 

"Come over here and begin to worship my legs," Dazzling instructed. "I'm sure you'll find all the inspiration you need right here."

Taylor's blue eyes shifted towards Dazzling's naked form, and her twinkling green eyes, and left the table and concerns with them behind. Crawling over to worship the unattended leg, Taylor was filled with the lust-infused creativity, mindlessly letting go to the experience, not yet realizing she'd already found the words she was looking for, like she had before.

***

"I...I'm....I'm so, so sorry for slipping again, Master Brian," Anna apologized to her master, sitting across from the smiling dominant in her office. "I don't know why this is happening. I was doing so well, and..." her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted down to the spiral-engraved silver pocket watch sitting on his lap. Her eyes followed the trail of it, hoping she was still speaking something she didn't believe. She always wondered why a sponsor of hypnoslaves anonymous would carry around an object so very symbolic to their addicted minds.

"You just couldn't help yourself," Brian finished for her, more mockingly than sympathetically. She couldn't tell whether it was a question or a statement, but it seemed to echo in her mind with her concentration elsewhere. Anna was thankful he didn't seem to mind her eyes following the shiny spiral, that her red jacket and black blouse were undone to show off a bra she secretly knew he liked, or that she easily sank to her knees to get a better look at that watch without asking.

"Couldn't...help....myself..." she mumbled dreamily.

"Maybe he's carrying the watch around to test my resolve," part of her brain tried to reason. "If I slip up again so soon, at least I know Master Brian will be understanding," she sighed.

"That's right, Anna. You never can." What should've sounded like admonishment came out like praise, and lit up her insides. "And that's why these sessions are so important."

"Never can....sessions......important?" 

"They are very important, Anna. They're more important than anything else in your life. To assist with your problem, you first must admit you have one. And then, we must delve deeper, deeper...much deeper into the root...." 

Lifting the watch from his chain, her practiced gaze started following the path of the spiral as it started swinging; it was a little game she played with herself, something inside of her told her, and the more she could focus on it, the more she could win. Winning deeper hypnosis was all she truly desired, as any hypnotist Anna had encountered had learned about her since the phenomenon entered her life.

"Deeper....deeper...."

"Yes Anna, you have to start by admitting it. You love hypnosis."

"I love hypnosis."

"You love being hypnotized."

"I love being hypnotized."

"Hypnosis is what you want all the time."

"Hypnosis is what I want all the time."

"You trust anyone who can give it to you."

"I trust...only Master Brian to give it to me."

He smiled deeply as her conditioning had shown faster than before. Seeing the progress she was making with every brainwashing session constantly made him excited, in multiple parts of his body.

"You trust only Master Brian to give it to you," he reaffirmed, firmly.

"I trust only Master Brian to give it to me."

"No one else."

"No one else but Master Brian," she finished to his deep satisfaction.

Seeing her on her knees, all primed and ready to obey, knowing the secretary outside would make sure neither would be disturbed, it seemed more than fair to enjoy the opportunity, unzipping his fly to enjoy the spoils of her lips.

It was just then that his phone rang loudly, curtailing the dominant hypnotist trance he was in. 

"Fuck you Martin! You'd better not be interrupting my-" Brian's voice caught as he saw a name on the caller ID that stuck out to him, and caused panic. He immediately dropped the pocked watch and sobered his own mind to focus on the call he answered.

"Hello?"

"Greetings, Master Brian. I hope I haven't caught you at an awkward moment, in the middle of carrying out our plans."

He recognized that authoritative voice anywhere, his boss's boss.

"N-no sir. Not at all, just taking the slave Anna through more deepening now for whatever else you will need of her."

"Excellent to hear, we have been pleased with your progress."

"I'm very happy to hear you are pleased, sir."

"Then I hope you wouldn't mind assisting us with a small operation happening soon."

"Uhhh....no, sir. Not at all. Was this something Master Martin will be relaying to me?"

"We extend information based on trust, and we believe we can trust you with this. And if all goes well, our trust comes with benefits to match."

Their silent implication of mistrust of Martin made Brian raise his eyebrow, but his smile never left as it felt like he was in the middle of an interview for a promotion.

"You can trust me on whatever you need, sir. I am here to serve."

"Then we look forward to you rewarding us with success. Please listen closely to the details."

***

The door to room 1120 opened at about 2:50pm; a security guard with a large frame named Stephen stepped into the room to check a supposed noise complaint. It was odd how he hadn't heard anything while doing a run around that area before, but the central contact on his radio assured him something was there. Just about everything in the room looked unoccupied, like ho one had checked-in at all, except for the closed bedroom, in-which there was a faint noise coming from inside it. 

He didn't know what to expect inside, but the surprise behind it was rather unsurprising, at least at first; there was a woman dressed in a business suit, seated on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the TV. Stephen assumed at first that he was about to have a lame prank played on him, and was about to contact central about it, but looking closer, strange elements made him think less so. Firstly, he noticed one of the woman's wrists had a chain and padlock attached to it, reaching all the way to the bedroom's radiator. Secondly, what was on the television didn't look like anything the hotel offered, just a screen stating "turn to channel 3 for unlocking instructions." Both of those things set off alarm bells that made him think this was some weirdly-clever and malevolent hostage situation except for the last element being the businesswoman herself. She didn't look distressed or anything; on the contrary, she stared at the screen with a happy, listless glance, drooling all over herself with a smile. How she looked totally out of it was like sleepwalking, except lost in some kind of pleasurable dream. 

Waving a hand in-front of her face, or shaking her shoulder did nothing to awaken her from the stupor, though snapping fingers in-front of her face a few times got a brightened reaction that freaked him out a little bit. Stephen didn't get it all, and stepped out of the hotel room to make his report.

"Hello Central, we have a woman strangely staring at a TV screen with instructions on it, tied to a radiator with chains. No one else seems to be in the room and nothing else disturbed."

"Good boy, Stephen," Dazzling Lady whispered, patting him lightly on his cheek, and once lightly at his crotch. Dressed casually in a green t-shirt, jeans, and designer sunglasses, the hypnotist opted to be as incognito as possible, in-case she needed to conceal herself from someone's eyes, or avoid scrutinizing looks before trapping someone with her captivating skills. Snapping a finger in-front of his face to deepen his trance produced a listless smile as he knew he performed well for his boss.

"Thank you for checking the room for me," she stared into his eyes again through the dark lenses, seeing his pair take in the dimmed depths of his own appearance, just like she had half an hour before. Around the lobby area, she cornered him and sweetly asked he what he thought the sunglasses were worth; the numbers he came up with were irrelevant, even though each made her smile before she spoke about sinking into a sleepy, reflective darkness. 

"C'mon, what are they worth. Thousands?"

Her smile suggestively confirmed it without words.

"What, like ten thousand?"

She maintained her smile, but pointed downwards.

"Nine thousand?" Eight thousand?"

Each guess prompted a pointing down.

"Lower?" he asked.

"Deeper," she clarified. But keep counting lower, slower, and I'll bet the pretty lady with the expensive glasses can explain to you why things might be dimming a little bit, just like the kind where you know you're about to take the nap you never think you can, or the sleep you know you want badly. That dimness just on the verge, the one you see in yourself in my glasses. That's good, count even slower, as everything else slows down too. Sweet dimming slowing you down, until you're ready to sleep and dream about a dreamy colors. Ever seen a green that made you really, really sleepy?"

Somewhere around the last few numbers, Stephen saw himself barely shake his head to indicate "no," seeing little beyond the glasses, until they were lowered as Dazzling smirked and gazed hard at the security guard.

"Why don't you keep looking and dreaming deep for me? Yes, just like that. And you'll want to do anything I say to stay in that darkness and dreamy green..."

In the forgotten question of her glasses worth, his silent answer was "my mind." 

Dazzling in the present smiled to herself in using a unique fixation like that. "You will now return to your normal patrol, and but will choose to patrol this floor in particular, as you sense something might be going on here. You know your boss is around as well, and will be diligent in being ready to let me know if something seems off to you around. You have my cellphone number, and will call it if you see or sense anything strange, won't you?"

"Yes Dazzling Lady, I will obey and contact you."

"Good, off you get," she told him while she entered the room herself.

Cautiously patrolling the same areas Stephen had, she ensured no one could sneak up on her once she approached the bedroom. Inside, Susan was nearly as Dazzling left her last, tranced out of her mind and happily stuck there.

She observed the chain that kept Susan physically fixed with disdain.

"Such trust issues," she commented, turning to the TV, reading the instructions to turn the channel in order to free the hedge fund slave. Using the remote, she turned to channel 3 on the TV to come up with a strange, cheesy sight of a blue background behind gold stars circling astrological signs and a sun or moon with a face, twisting around like a gold pocket watch on a chain. The picture quality was very dated, as if produced decades ago, even though the voice on it was crisply welcoming and acutely feminine, sounding a lot like Alexis in her Mistress mode.

Dazzling would've replied with sarcasm at the sight at some point, if her parted lips could move, if most of her mind wasn't trying to take her back to a memory she'd forgotten she had. 

"When have I ever seen this?" part of herself asked, answered only as her memory took her back to another hotel room at the same establishment. The room with Susan grew fuzzy as she sat on the bed near her haremite to steady herself. The memory became closer to reality as she saw Alexis next to her, both of them stretched out on the bed happily. It had to be sometime after their first duel, where the redhead had emerged victorious and took the prize in the form of a pet-Cassie. The memory slid sensations of being a pet into her muscles, along with the suggestions of enjoying being a pet by her Mistress Alexis. Dazzling was snuggled up like a girlfriend pretending to be a cat in the queen-size bed next to Alexis happily playing with her pocket watch and stroking the brown hair of her enthusiastic subject.

"Would my pet-Cassie like to watch a little TV with me?" Alexis asked, lightly taunting.

"Depends on what's on. Not much on TV these days interests me," Dazzling told her, allowed to be fully conscious but still retaining the physical posture of a submissive pet.

"We could always go for a good re-run of something," came a smiling suggestion as she pulled out her phone after a thought came to her.

"Something good I hope."

Dazzling was answered as Alexis produced a video on her phone of a graphic of moons and stars from an obviously old show; the context was further lost on the human pet as it didn't show anything more than the same graphic, with a male voice as cheesy as the visual.

"You know, when I said re-run, I meant a full show of something instead of a 10-second gif."

"This video is partly the reason you're currently a pet at all, pet-Cassie. This is from and old 90s Superman show, where several main characters, even Lois and Clark, get put under really easily with a pocket watch and this gif; seeing this in my formative years got me interested in hypnosis pretty quickly, and arguably the rest is history."

"Interesting," Dazzling admitted. "I guess that's better than mine, an old duck cartoon character with hypnotic eyes was mine."

"Yours sounds interesting too; it's amazing what appeals to you and becomes influential before you even realize it," Alexis also admitted.

"Very true, though I'm picky about what influences me; I can't guarantee yours would've hit me the same way."

Dazzling's errant comment ignited a wicked smile the pet hadn't noticed yet.

"I really think otherwise, pet-Cassie. I imagine it would've hit you hard."

"Somehow I doubt that," Dazzling commented, realizing too late where the subtle wording was about to take her.

"You really shouldn't, pet. It's just a matter of time, after all..."

Pet-Cassie suddenly found herself extremely compelled to stare at Alexis' pocket watch, shifting her body to make it easy for her head to find it and remain comfortably fixed. Alexis certainly made it easy as the watch readily lowered itself to just above the eyeline. Within another deep trance, Alexis opened her mind to being more open about a recommendation, a claim that Alexis would introduce her to one of the most erotically-charged hypno-kink scenes in media. As Alexis found and shared more clips from the same episode, Dazzling found herself inexplicably wet over scenes that slowly registered interest to her. 

Watching scenes like Lois Lane vacantly staring at the "you are watching the magic channel" screen, or the man of steel being stopped cold by a golden pocket watch twisting in the wind, twisting his mind to be only of use to the concealed hypnotist, or a simple "moon and the stars" mass triggering everyone back into a trance, all the interesting mind control parts lit a fire between Dazzling's legs that slowly made it to her brain. The impact of that media example hit harder when Alexis helped recreate each scenario. Supplanting Alexis' sultry voice into Dazzling's mind, anytime that old magic channel visual was on the screen, the only voice audible was the hypnotist's. The pocket watch hung above the pet's head as the practiced hand twisted the chain over and over, while words programmed her to surrender to "the moon and the stars."

Beyond the manifested memory secretly hidden in pet-Cassie's subconsciousness, Susan grew more aware, noting Dazzling was next to her and almost as deeply under. Something clicked in the wealthy slave feeling a presence sitting still next to her, and she found an effortless need to remove the binding chain that merely looked secure, and pull at another chain resting in her jacket pocket. Deep within Dazzling's memory, the scenes acted out by her and Alexis played on a loop, staring at Alexis' magic channel, staring at her watch, being triggered by "the moon and the stars." Each time, her resolve and her pussy liquefied, and her mind soaked up an excuse for why the episode was so iconic to both women.

"See the watch," a voice intoned from above Dazzling in Room 1120. "Only the watch."

Dazzling lightly nodded her head as the familiar, shimmering watch twisted and twirled just above her eyes, making her watch intently.

"Hear my voice, only my voice." Whoever was speaking was performing a decent enough imitation of Alexis' actual hypnotist voice, but it worked in the context needed to bring the brunette hypnotist even deeper.

"Your mind is clear, your will is gone," the scripted words was felt in Dazzling's loins, highlighting to the rest of her the importance of the words. Making the connection to everything spoken, connecting her brain to her stimulated id shook her deep inside.

"You will obey my commands when you hear this phrase - the moon and the stars." 

Dazzling sighed deeply, the crotch of her jeans stained, slacked and leaning against a hypnotized Susan acting on Alexis' influence, assisted with Alexis' pocket watch. Smiling a small smile, knowing she'd pleased her old and current Mistress simultaneously, Susan lowered the watch onto the bed and held Dazzling close from behind as she whispered into her ear.

"The moon and the stars command you to obey my voice, and my voice tells you to sit quietly, contently, and continue to watch more and more of the magic channel. Let it take you deeeper, and deeper, and wait for Mistress Alexis to come and take you deeper than ever before."

Soon, both ladies sat on the bed blankly, waiting to be retrieved after falling into Mistress Alexis' clever trap.

***

At around 2:45pm, a block away from the Mantle hotel, Master Brian walked along the sidewalk with his slave Anna walking a few paces behind him. He stared closely at the length of the Mantle hotel, grinning at the private fun that was alluded to between the hypnotic beauties now regulars at the Kalatravaasa, as well as the events that could've been happening as he walked up to a white van parked nearby the entrance. Brian examined it carefully, noting the electrician logo plastered across the side with the hard-to-read print. 

"Well, at least it's easy to identify, but bland enough that hopefully it's forgettable," he theorized, moving to the back to knock on the door. Pulling his spiral-engraved pocket watch out of his jacket pocket, he held it in his palm for the man opening it to identify. A man with glasses dressed like an electrician held the back door open with one hand, holding a full syringe in the other, prompting a quizzical look from Brian. Giving a careful look to Brian, the watch itself, and then Anna behind who seemed completely spaced out, the electrician granted access, letting Brian and Anna climb into the sizeable van.

Brian didn't know what to expect when he entered the van, something more like a surveillance van with monitors installed into the structure like in movies, but it was pretty empty except for a milk crate for the technician to sit on. He seemed to be running most of the operation from a single laptop, while everything else looked like tools meant for extraction, cuffs, chains and bindings.

"So, are you one of the agents going in to do the acquisition, Mr....?"

"I'm Sixteen, and Twenty-Four is in the driver's seat over there," the woman behind the wheel gave a slight nod in his direction. "And no, you just missed our men heading upstairs."

"And...how are they planning to take these women down by themselves? Stun guns? Tasers?"

The man with glasses looked at the woman in a similar electrician outfit in the driver's seat smiling as if sharing an inside joke.

"They're not using winks and smiles, are they?" Brian half-joked, barely hiding his disdain for being kept out of the loop of seemed like important details.

"Winks and smiles are probably more your thing. We're using science here," the male electrician answered. Brian's eyes nearly narrowed at the weak dig at hypnotism.

"Science? What kind? Mad science?"

"Call it chemical warfare, without the 'warfare.'" Sixteen pulled out a small box with a vial inside.

"S412?" Brian stated the title on the bottle curiously. "Some kind of knock out agent?"

"Even better, it creates a very suggestive state in the recipient, very similar to what you can do with that nice antique of yours," Sixteen joked.

"You'd be surprised what an antique can do," he replied nonchalantly. "Especially if you cross me," Brian kept to himself.

"People still go for those things?" Twenty-Four commented, watching the foot traffic for signs of their targets, only half-expecting to spot them.

"Dear Anna here certainly has, haven't you my slave?"

Anna blinked once, hearing her name and responding immediately.

"Yes Master Brian; I drown in the sound of hypnosis."

Twenty-Four looked at a spaced-out Anna, and Brian's relaxed smile; the Kalatravaasa lieutenant smiling to himself how the fairly-attractive driver could be another addition to his collection.

"And here I thought people were paid a decent fee to keep that charade up," Sixteen spoke up without looking away from the details on his laptop.

"Keep up the jokes and you'll be paying me to make you a rug or pin cushion in my future office," Brian imagined putting the contracted logistics part of their team in his place.

"It takes more than a needle full of chemicals to do this work," Brian stopped himself from badmouthing the reason for this exercise and the possible promotion if he oversaw a successful one. "But let's see what your special liquid can do," Brian said right before the contacts inside radioed to the van.

***

Around the same time that Brian had entered the van, a gorgeous figure mostly hidden by a long nearly floor-length suede coat and sunglasses had walked into the Mantle hotel's main lobby. She'd caught the eye of Twenty-Four from the van as well as most eyes as she strolled through the lobby to the elevator banks. Pushing the button for the elevator, she intently kept her attention on what she was listening to through her Bluetooth earpiece. 

Her attention was so wrapped up in it that she almost didn't notice a handsome man who'd walked up to her to flirt.

"I don't suppose I could get your number, or give you my room number, miss..." the man trailed off, hoping she would finish his inquiry.

Smiling without looking at him was her only acknowledgement of him, before she lowered her glasses and fixed bright green eyes onto his widening ones.

"I'm Goddess Hannah, and let me tell you what it'll be a pleasure to remember to forget me..."

Nearly a minute later, woman was gone, as was the man's recollection of her. All he seemed to know was the urge to be a slave to his most recent romantic interest for a day, or longer if she was interested.

Riding the elevator, Hannah continued to listen carefully to what was going on in the white van, thanks to her inside contact with her wire-wearing slave Anna who didn't know she was a double agent.

When she found out that someone was meddling with a member of her harem, her first reaction of wanting to retrieve her slave and melt the interlopers brain through punishing brainwashing surprisingly wasn't followed. After as thorough a debriefing as Anna could provide, Hannah knew the poaching had to do with the Kalatravaasa, by just one member or the whole; she certainly had plans for the one or initiating Kalatravaasa member, but with the air of mystery surrounding them, she sensed the entire group having designs on her, and a plot of which she seemed to be a significant target of. As much as she didn't prefer to leave her slave in a vulnerable state she didn't have the reigns to, she knew using of Anna's position on the inside was the smartest play, which led her to an operation where the Kalatravaasa was about to make a significant move. 

Her proactive move brought with it a sheer stroke of luck as she heard them mention two names as specific targets from within the van - "Alexis" and "Dazzling." Hannah's couldn't help herself with an evil grin, having two women she either was well acquainted with or had been looking for, so close together an in her sights. While it might've been fun to watch the two women go at it like incident at Avery Tower, or watch the clandestine agents have their asses hopefully handed to them by the hypnotists, it didn't seem in Hannah's, in any of the hypnotist's best interests for this ambush to take place. Thankfully the agents in the van happily gloated about turning the two women against each other, which led her to believe Anna was supposed to facilitate a reason to go after one woman or the other.  

Such a conclusion made it prudent to intervene, and start seeking retribution to make their dominos fall, one block at a time. As the elevator opened to her desired floor, Hannah strode along to hallway to do some poaching and interloping of her own.

***

The Mantle hotel elevator opened up on the 11th floor, and a Caucasian and African-American man in business suits carrying briefcases walked out together. They spoke cordially to one another, appearing to be co-workers and friendly acquaintances to security passing by as well as cameras looking down at them. As they passed Stephen, it caught his eye how they wore nearly the same navy color as was standard for hotel security and lacking their company badge, but it wasn't enough to arouse suspicion and give them more than half a thought.

Sliding their room key into the slot, both men entered room 1117, out of public sight, removing the need to smile for any of the cameras. They sat their briefcases on the bed where inside each was a collection of papers hiding an injection kit beneath it. Each clandestine agent prepared a set of needles, pulling two vials of special, clear liquid into each syringe, both clearly labeled with an "S412" and "I949" to tell them apart.

Putting earpieces on and attaching security badges onto their jacket shoulders to complete the authentic look. 

"Condor Twelve, check," the African-American agent spoke into his mic.

"Check. Condor Nineteen, check," the other spoke in response.

"Bird's nest, check," Condor Twelve radioed the white van with an electrician logo plastered on the side. 

"Bird's nest, check," the driver of the van radioed back to the Condors.

Both "security guards" slipped syringes into their jacket pockets and nodded at one another.  Checking their synchronized watches, the time read 2:55pm. Condor Twelve nodded to his cohort, who nodded back and left the room. Listening carefully to ensure he was walking through a vacant hallway, Condor Nineteen made his way to the staircase, walking three flights up to wait outside the entrance to the 14th floor.

Condor Twelve stood outside his door, watching through the peephole for foot traffic, making sure no one would be around to see him silently enter 1Twelve0. A full minute before he could make his move, a cleaning lady's cart rolled its way to the front of 1117.

"Housekeeping," a faint voice outside of the door spoke. 

"Shit," Condor Twelve muttered quietly to himself, stepping away from the door. Their job was to not be seen while completing their main task, but this was a wrinkle that shouldn't have been according to their logistics. And now that that wrinkle was there, it was a matter of being silent, or being proactive. Alerting Bird's nest or speaking would've meant noise they could hear, but they would have keys to enter the room either way assuming no one was there.

He was very tempted to see if some of the solution of S412 could be used to solve the dilemma, but he had orders to use the full dose if necessary on one target only. 

Before a decision could be made, he heard the sound of the housekeeping cart beginning to move on. Sighing quietly, he was glad he didn't have to show Bird's nest he couldn't handle a simple complication, stepping up to the peephole again. But through the hole, the hallway was replaced by a deeper place, a glowing green that made him lightly press against the door to stare deeper. The fact that there was a black pupil amidst a hypnotic green iris escaped the fact that he was looking into an eye; with a long, sordid military history, he'd seen strong gazes of all kinds, but none that made him believe the beautiful sight before was human. Rationality lead him to figure out whether something was blocking his view again, but the longer he looked, the more that depth grew to his eyes, inviting him in the most powerful gaze he'd ever seen.

A smooth, accented voice on the other side spoke several long sentences to him, aiding the relaxation he was seeped into. Though muffled, but his body understood the words well enough, breathing deeply, closing his eyes, and keeping that green behind his eyelids within the five steps back he took. Standing while still imagining the enchanting void, deep inhales blocked the sound of his room door opening, and footsteps approaching him. 

Condor Twelve though he heard someone say "open your eyes," but the eyelids followed orders faster than his subdued mind would, plunging both of his eyes into a dual world of hypnotic green, blurring the pleased expression holding the gaze.

"What a good toy soldier," a lovely English voice intoned as his chin was held to keep glassy brown eyes drowning in hers. "You must have military experience, following orders so very well. Enjoy your reward of twin hypnotic eyes to fall helplessly into, compliments of Goddess Hannah."

It made complete sense how a Goddess could hold him so firmly, more than any woman before her.

"Yes...Goddess Hannah...." unmoving lips found life and purpose.

***

"Condor Nineteen," a familiar voice sounded into the radio. "Condor Nineteen."

"Go for Nineteen, what's wrong Twelve?"

"You need to come back. Something about our vials may have been fucked."

Nineteen looked at his watch, minutes away from the perfect window, but cursed as he checked the prepared syringes in his pocket.

"Fucked how, they look fine to me."

"Fucked as in sabotaged. I'm calling Birds nest instead of you..."

Condor Twelve's implication was clear, and instead of reaching out to the van whose occupants may have been ready to cut them loose, he headed back down the stairs to meet up with his comrade to reassess the what and why. Sprinting down the stairs, he calmly walked back to 1117 and entered the room. 

Inside was a woman with long dark hair and red highlights, wearing a cream-colored sweater dress, black heart-patterned stockings, and black high heels, her long suede coat draped over the back of the chair she rested in. A wicked smile crossed her face as her eyes gleamed enchantingly again. The shock of a trap set kept him from being totally stunned by the magic gaze across the room. But before he could act, he felt a needle injected into his neck from the side where Condor Twelve hid, waiting for his partner's return.

"Assuming you're number Nineteen, please enjoy a dose of your own medicine. Though 'S412' sounds too clinical for my tastes, is there something else you'd call it?"

"Somnotic," Twelve answered softly while Nineteen was too busy feeling the pleasure of the chemical running through his veins. He didn't know if the pleasure was just from the substance's pleasure, or if it was due to being told to enjoy it; either way, it was easy to let his body shiver in pleasure a little from both. 

"'Somnotic,' you say?" A single eyebrow of the hypnotist raised, her interested piqued higher than before. "That does sound sexier, and if I'm not mistaken, quite familiar. Nineteen, as I have asked Twelve, are you aware of any other agents operating with you in the building? Is it just you two?"

Hannah's question rammed into the barrier of secret-keeping men in his position was paid good money for. That plus the pride of not giving an enemy combatant an inch allowed him to fight her question for a few seconds. His capitulation came sooner than expected as her question lingered in the air, and green eyes watched with curiosity to see how long a hardened agent might hold out against Somnotic.

Slowly and subtly crossing her legs over one another, he never remembered fighting desire and lust so overpowering. So distracted by her long, pretty legs, the answer to the lingering question slipped out before he could realize.

"It is just us in the building, with a few support agents in a van outside." Nineteen's eyes widened to his revealing, as did Hannah's in enjoying his reaction.

"When are you due to strike at your targets?"

"As soon as they're in position in their rooms."

"Actually, you're unable to at the moment, there seems to be a bit of foot traffic in your area that you have to wait for before their cleared," Hannah suggested, watch Nineteen's face carefully to test how his naked response would take the words he'd heard. Noticeable creases on his forehead and tensed facial muscles told her he was starting to believe it, making her smile.

"You know this because you can see it from your planned vantage point, Nineteen. That's exactly where you are now, waiting from your holding position, needing to report to the people in the van that you must momentarily postpone your attack. Contact them now, and be totally convinced of it."

"Bird's nest, this is Condor Nineteen."

"Go for Bird's nest. What's your 20?"

"There's unexpected foot traffic keeping me from the target, waiting for it to clear."

"Can you slip past them?"

"Not without being seen," Nineteen stated, looking around at where he thought he was.

"Are the targets live?"

"Unknown, unable to check site for vacancy, but will pursue if they leave. No targets have left designated rooms yet."

"....understood, Nineteen. Hold there until you have an opportunity."

"Understood, nest. Holding."

His hand dropped from the earpiece, as he heard a beautiful voice bring him back to reality.

"Oh shit," he stared at Hannah who winked at him. He tried raising his hand to warn the van.

"Ah ah, arms down. No more communication with the van unless I allow." The firm command easily curtailed his efforts, defeat written all over his struggling face.

"Good boy, don't feel bad about obeying. You should feel very, very good about it."

He couldn't stop the flood of emphasized pleasure that washed over his guilt, lips parting to moan. Shoulders slumped and his head tipped back as Hannah and Somnotic destroyed whatever fight he had left.

"Brilliant. Now, both of you unnamed toys, fall to your hands and knees while I give you numbers more important than your own."

Both men fell the floor as instructed, looking like a pair of trained dogs waiting for their next order, and hopefully a treat to follow. The way she crossed her legs and dangled her high heel seductively off of her feet strangely appealed to the men. She was already a sight of Venus to them without the gesture, but the draw she created mere grew stronger.

"Ten. You find that as you listen to me, and watch me intensely, you find longing blooming within you, wanting to approach."

Hannah's foot slyly dropped the dangling shoe to point at them, flexing her toes in a come-hither way, before picking up the heel to dangle again.

"Nine. The idea of worshipping me begins to grow, to fill your muscles like my words do."

Both Condors moved at an even, slow pace across the hotel carpet, Twelve torn between trying to look into her eyes again, and Nineteen contending with how Somnotic opened him up to obey every order no matter how literal or not.

"Eight. You know you must be beneath a Goddess, and are privileged enough to even see her feet, let alone imagining the blessing of touching, kissing, worshipping them."

"Seven. Suddenly, my feet are all you can see, your utter motivation for slowly approaching me."

Hannah's dangling shoe bobbing up and down drew eyes along the same path, almost regulating their crawling pace.

"Six. You move slowly to enjoy seeing every aspect of my feet as you close the distance, as they close the distance on you."

"Five. You may have never known what it's like to have a fetish, specifically a foot fetish. But you feel it now. You know it's happened to you."

"Four. Something about my feet awakens the foot fetishist that was always in you. Something about my voice makes the words you hear the only reality imaginable."

Each man stopped momentarily at some point, the caged foot fetishist they never knew existed unlocked and hungry for feet, Hannah's feet. They couldn't even remember their past selves mocking people liking feet or being grossed out at by them.

"Three. Dream about my feet now. Kissing my feet and legs covered in hearts, symbols of your needy love. Sucking the pretty toes, feeling their caress over your face. Dreamy feet making you sleepy as you get closer."

"Two. Closer to your dreams come true. Closer to falling into a dream of my feet. Your conscious mind needs them so, but your subconscious minds needs them perhaps even more."

Drowsy sensations came at the absolute worst time for them, when they were so close to Goddess' gift, even if glassy eyes reflected each man already partaking of touching her feet, or using their face as a proper foot rest for her soles.

"One. So bereft of energy, crawling, dreaming, drooling, obsessing. Enslaved to my feet, no matter what state you're in."

A larger trail of drool was absorbed into the carpet the closer they came, inches from Hannah's feet, struggling to move forward, merely hypnotized by the sight of hers.

"Zero. Sleep!"

Twelve and Nineteen were each tapped on the forehead by the balls of her silk-covered feet.

"Good foot slaves," the English magician praised. "If you continue to be good, informative servants, maybe you'll get to please my feet for real sometime. But let's see how you can serve me to make that happen now."

***

"Housekeeping," a voice timidly spoke as they entered a room.

A young, Hispanic maid named Marta carefully entered room 1429, a persistent thought pressing on her mind as to whether she'd gotten to this room in her rounds. Fairly new to the job, the worry should have been heavier in making a good impression. But was light on her mind, as she curiously searched the larger room, finding a brunette woman with light-colored top and jeans sleeping on the bed, and a few steps further from the bedroom, the sound of the shower and someone singing rang through the room. She stepped in closer to listen to the singing, teetering on the edge of believability as to whose voice she was hearing.

"It couldn't be her," she thought to herself, no matter how accurate it sounded. But disbelief nor common courtesy kept Marta from entering the steamy bathroom to confirm for herself if the mega-star singer was actually taking a shower in her lowly hotel. Standing there with little reason to leave or look away, she looked through the foggy glass for long minutes before she caught a glimpse of what looked like Taylor Swift herself. And instead of screaming like a star-struck fan or opting for a selfie, Marta grinned in satisfaction as she could report to someone outside the room what she saw.

"Taylor and another woman is there, Mistress Alexis," Marta happily reported, wanting to swoon over her hypnotist like girl with a grade-school crush.  

"Very good, Marta, thank you for doing exactly as I've asked of you," she patted the younger woman on the head like a pet, feeling deep satisfaction from the top of her head, and from her wrist as well. Alexis was dressed fairly casually in a white blouse and jeans, and looked very unassuming as she approached Marta who was in-between cleaning rooms. Marta was strangely complimented on her digital watch, and eventually felt the pulses of relaxation from her watch flowing into the rest of her, as if Alexis externally-controlled the app itself. The redhead added a bit of sexual pleasure in her induction for fun, almost prepping herself for when she'd take Dazzling once Taylor and Melanie were retrieved again.

"You can return to your rounds now, Marta, and you don't have to remember a thing about me or the little errand you performed for me. But if you ever receive a call programmed into your phone, you might be very, very tempted to take that call and listen closely. And of course, if you come across anything strange today, you'll be compelled to find that number in your phone and call it immediately; that is an alternate number of your boss, who wants to know anything strange going on. Do you understand, Marta?"

"Yes Mistress Alexis, I understand. I will obey," she sighed happily, returning to her cleaning duties. Alexis smiled in her direction, noting how attractive and open to suggestion the Latina woman was. "Perhaps you can be a useful inside woman at this establishment for me, Marta, and maybe even another lovely addition to my stable eventually." She blinked a few times, surprised at how much she sounded like Dazzling at that moment; it would've unnerved her more if she didn't have designs to collect pet-Cassie as well as the hypnotist entered the room where her haremites mindlessly waited for her arrival.

Alexis immediately headed for the bedroom, hearing Taylor singing in the shower while Melanie rested comfortably on the bed. She sat near the sleeping figure, and began to whisper quietly into her ear. 

"You must watch the watch, as Mistress Alexis watches you," she purposefully intoned, hoping whatever dreams she was having would suddenly include a pocket watch she couldn't keep her dreaming eyes off of. "From deep within your slumber, listen to my voice Melanie. Listen to the voice of your Mistress. Mistress Alexis is here, and you will listen, and obey."

Unable to fathom exactly what or how deep Melanie's mind had shifted under Dazzling's cunning captivity, the redhead merely hoped her words would still have sway; Melanie being a part of her digital harem for almost a year and a half should've accounted for a great deal, but most of that time was at a distance, and she was never taken to the carnal depths Dazzling probably dared to go. 

"You must watch the watch, as Mistress Alexis watches you..." Alexis had to repeat herself with a more insistent tone before Melanie began to stir awake finally; she kept her worry bottled up for converting her back later, hoping the uphill battle to remove Dazzling from her mind wasn't a steep incline. As her eyes fluttered open, Melanie saw Alexis' face, and quickly rose to give her original mistress a hug.

"Mistress, I'm so glad you found us!"

"I'm glad I found you too," Alexis held her in a tight hug. "Do you know what happened?"

"I...don't remember a lot. It's just...that other hypnotist..." the slight frustration on Melanie's face clashed with her body language, unconsciously rolling her hips and almost pawing at her own breasts with her hand before it ran itself through her hair. 

"You don't have to worry about her now; I've got you," Alexis promised, unsure of what or how much she should tell Melanie about, especially how the other hypnotist might be on the same wrung as her when they would meet next, or a few below if Alexis sought revenge instead of retribution.

"We need to get Taylor and get you two out of here," Alexis helped Melanie to her feet.

"What about you, Mistress?" the professional assistant asked, expressing obvious worry of Mistress Alexis taking on Dazzling Lady.

"Not to worry, dear. We may be bringing more with us than you'd expect," she almost smiled slyly while trying to reassure her subject. "For now though, keep watch and let me know if some tries to surprise us from behind."

"Yes Mistress," Melanie responded dutifully.

Approaching the bathroom, Alexis heard Taylor thoroughly enjoying herself in the shower, happily singing one of her own songs.

"Hopefully she'll be swooning over MistressMind very soon," Alexis smiled as she walked into the steamy bathroom, admiring Taylor from her vantage point. Admiring her taut body took a minute longer than she expected before she knocked on the glass to smile brightly at the blonde whipping her head around. Looking through the steam of the shower, something about the facial features, and the different shade of blue in her eyes made her question the identity of the woman she'd come to save. 

"Alexa, play my mindfucked playlist," a more mature, overtly-sensual voice spoke.

"Okay, playing mindfucked playlist," the device sitting next to the shower stall chirped. 

Alexis noticed the doppelganger and the device masquerading both Taylor Swift's respective appearance and voice too late before a new, studio-produced song played; how the low percussion and a soothing, electronic tone seized her attention more than caught it, reaching into her memories to explain why the original song Alexis was hearing sounded so familiar was also noticed too late, as she stood still in-front of the smiling fake, poised and proudly-naked.

Whoever she was, with the exception of a bigger bust, the blonde looked remarkably-close enough to Taylor for Alexis to marvel at. Even down to a how Taylor moved on-stage provocatively, the lookalike's dance in the shower steam facilitated a recollection of not more than a few nights prior, when Alexis received a message with a file attachment on her phone from Dazzling. The file looked around 20MB, enough that she expected to hear a short audio message from the hypnotist herself; what played from her phone was something she never expected.

"This is unit 1429, activated and aware," Taylor's roboticized voice spoke in theatrical monotone. "I was once just a pretty singer for a mistress. Now I am more, machine and pretty, Taylor-made for a Dazzling Lady," more life came into her voice as if to taunt Alexis as she her rival's name was mentioned gleefully. "This is my story."

Stepping out of the shower like an erotic dancer, a single hand caressed her cheek, caressing nipples that had grown stiff through the fabric of her blouse before the hand left her body to open the door for Melanie to enter.

"Once there was a strange girl,
Thinking she was happy and free.
Until she found a Dazzling woman
From which she strangely tried to flee."

Alexis nearly gritted her teeth on the first listen of the song's first stanza the first night she'd heard it, hating how Dazzling had taken such initiative in making an enslaved Taylor record such a professionally-made song in the mercenary hypnotist's honor, hating how much she loved the lyrics. Present-day Alexis tried to shake her head at the notion of "first listen?"

"Trapped by her wicked beauty,
behind bars of silk and a honeyed voice.
What the girl thought was freedom,
Became just an undesirable choice."

Somewhere behind the prose and fancied singing, Alexis thought she'd heard another voice in the background behind Taylor's lyrics, something organic instead of electronic. Someone's feminine, confident voice that kept her listening closely, distracted as the main lyrics made a stronger impression that relaxed her whole body, making her take in the showery, and musky scent permeating the air. Alexis heard the hidden voice clearer than anything else, even over the sultry giggle of the naked doppelganger groping and marveling at the redhead's stilled, but generously-responsive body.

"If I one day became a robot girl,
Inside and out, operating in a daze."

Alexis realized seconds too late why it sounded so familiar - the engaging sounds, the background music, all of it closely resembled the self-hypnosis recording she'd listened to for strengthening resistance and resolve, or it was supposed to, according to the recording itself. Blue eyes widened at the ingenious trap set by Dazzling.

"I'd want to hear 'Alexa, timed maintenance'
Making me say 'Alexa hears and obeys.'"

Hearing Dazzling's commanding, sensual voice utter that trigger in the recording sent a submissive shockwave through Alexis, from her slippery mind to her slick crotch as she unconsciously echoed the last line of the refrain.

"Her will left such a sweet impression,
A sensuous charm insistent and tyrannical.
An effect like nothing gracing my senses before,
Minding sweet protocols, body rendered mechanical.

All the previous feelings from immediately after Dazzling winning their second duel returned like they never left, Alexis' body operating on circuitry stimulated and operated externally by that voice, by that sexy unrelenting will that commanded compliance as easily as the press of a button, and Dazzling somehow knew what her buttons were, in the past, and during the first listen of the song.

"Functioning as a robot girl should
Brain windowed, trapped in the facets of a prism."

Just in-time for that lyric, Dazzling's pretty amethyst hung right in-front of Alexis' face, held by Melanie who happily wanted to make Alexis feel as good as she felt. The deep exposure Melanie had to being conditioned through fixating on Dazzling's pendant, she wanted to give Alexis the same treatment. "Just watch and obey the words, you'll feel so, so good doing it," graced one ear from Melanie while the doppelganger filled the other with erotic suggestions.

"Controlling, altering, deleting outdated me,
Reformatting and rewriting me with Dazzling hypnotism."

Melanie twisted the chain to make bright purple refractions flash across blue, glassy eyes, like Dazzling taught her to do for herself.

"If I one day became a robot girl,
Inside and out, operating in a daze
I'd want to hear 'Alexa,  reboot.'
Making me say 'Alexa hears and obeys." 

Alexis nearly repeated in-full were it not for the next Dazzling-spoken suggestion shutting her mind off for a few seconds.

"And when you hear this voice
there is no doubt in the power of my commands."

Suddenly Dazzling's voice took over the song, speaking her prose with authority more than lyricism. Alexis mindlessly reveled in the multiple extensions of Dazzling's will cradling her in a cocoon where she could relax and wordlessly surrender.

"Previous plots and assertions now bend to my will.
Previous designs now facilitate only my plans." 

"A Dazzling Lady has me swayed,
A Dazzling Lady must be obeyed."

Taylor's submissive, practically preening voice followed, shaping the narrative Taylor acted out that Alexis truly starred in.

"Only through your programming,
May I receive my necessary upgrade."

"Then listen carefully to your Dazzling Lady,
Let my words deepen your droning, moaning condition.
Convince yourself this is a recording for strengthening resistance,
Ready yourself for arousing, irresistible repetition."

It made complete sense to Alexis from that stanza; angrily listening to Taylor's song pushing Alexis' mind into old programming, and brilliantly set her up to make her reinforce it over and over under an opposing pretense; the realization only deepened the smile Alexis held.

"Alexa hears these commands and takes them to heart,
Waiting to listen again, enthralled from the very start.
Because if I one day became a robot girl,
Inside and out, a model drone that's top-shelf
I'd want to hear 'Alexa,  good girl.'
And if Dazzlingly-permitted, 'Alexa, play with yourself.'"

Lost in the shuffle of suggestions and sensations, Alexa's hand found it's way into her already unzipped pants, joining a hand that had already begun teasing the flesh within. All three women begun moving out of the steamy shower and to the bedroom where the scene grew even steamier. The Taylor lookalike remembered to bring the Alexa device, setting it on the nightstand so it could repeat and further transform the human Alexa device. 

Lying on the bed, watching Dazzling's amethyst still twisting and flashing from above, each woman at Alexis' side encouraged deeper trance and edging to keep her in a state very ready to be received by Dazzling Lady herself, after her other slave Susan was retrieved in 1120.

***

"Birds nest, go for Twelve."

"Roger Twelve, what's your 20? Has the situation finally cleared" Twenty-Four asked, impatiently checking her watch.

"Roger nest, path is now vacant, resuming operation."

"Nineteen, are you clear as well?"

"Clear, also resuming mission."

Both agents finally moved through the hotel hallway at a purposeful pace, having to forego looking unsuspicious for not wasting their window of opportunity. 

Sliding the proper cards into the slots, both men pocketed their keys and pulled out a magnet device to take care of any set metal locks on the door. Twelve and Nineteen curiously noticed no locks were set, so they pulled out their syringes filled with Somnotic and unsheathed their needles. Stepping into rooms 1120 and 1429, both found the rooms empty and untouched. Searching every possible space in the room, they found no sign of use, not even a wrinkled towel or bedspread.

"Bird's Nest, location 1120 are vacant," Twelve radioed in. "I repeat, location 1120 is vacant."

"Same for 1429. I repeat, same for 1429."

"What?!?" Twenty-Four nearly shouted. "Are you sure?"

"Pretty fucking sure," Twelve responded. "No one is here. It looks like no one was here to begin with. Same for 1429?"

"Same," Nineteen replied. "Are you sure intel is accurate?"

"Should be accurate," Sixteen complained, checking all his files or for any mission updates, finding nothing to explain what happened.

"I don't like this; evac before we're blown," Twelve said, urging Nineteen to leave as he was, returning to the van. Both men fled to the staircase, noticing each other from the stairwell as they moved down at a brisk pace back to ground level. 

***

From Room 1117, Hannah laughed to herself at hearing the arguing going on in the van, getting a heartier laugh at how both men were utterly convinced that room 1117 was truly their 1120 or 1249, with one present inside. Despite holding much more appreciation for her own hypnotic skills instead of a chemical cheat, she was impressed with the effect of it, and the kind of power it could command in the right, or wrong hands.

Slipping her back heels back on to her feet, Hannah rose and put on her coat to exit the room. It was very tempting to take just a few steps and a few floors in a separate direction to introduce herself to Alexis, and reintroduce herself to Dazzling again, she didn't feel like wasting a chance at getting more useful information in real time with regard to the new chemicals. Walking taking the elevator to the ground floor, voices on her earpiece informed her that the mission was officially aborted, and Master Brian was to accompany them back to whatever home base they had.

Hannah helpfully pulled the fire alarm on the way out, causing panic at the Mantle hotel, and hopefully enough noise to awaken whatever deep trances Alexis or Dazzling might've found themselves in. 

Stepping towards a black town car parked a block and a half away, her harem slave Cheryl dressed as a chauffeur quickly got out to open the door for her. 

"Good girl, Cheryl," Hannah praised with a croon and a pat on her cheek, making rosy cheeks flush even redder. "Follow that white van; don't be obvious about it."

"Yes Goddess," she affirmed, pulling into traffic as Hannah made a call on her cellphone.

"Hello, slave. Time to hear my voice and nothing else...good boy. It seems the legacy of the formerly Gerald Brant continues on with his science project, and now the new and submissively-improved Gerald Brant with help his Goddess Hannah deconstruct that same legacy piece by piece, won't you?"

"Good boy," she snapped her fingers close to the phone, rewarding him with a jolt of pleasure. "Now tell me about the pharmaceutical companies making this stuff, and whom would hire agents to test them."