“Oh really?”

Becca’s eyes lit up with glee as the weeks of dropping hints and subtle suggestions were finally paying off.

“Really. You have been working so hard, I can see that you need a break. Plus, you keep telling me that I’m just too submissive to hypnotize you. That I’m too much of a ‘bottom.’ Well, I’m gonna prove you wrong!”

Cy’s bratty tone of defiance was always such a delight to Becca’s ears. Becca hovered her hand before them, thumb resting against the pad of her middle finger, threatening to snap. Cy flinched.

“I stand by my claims. Still, I suppose it would only be fair to let you try. You’ve been to so many cons and you’ve been under enough times, I’m sure you’ve figured out how it works… Do you really think you are up to the task? You know how few people I’ve let inside my head.”

Cy puffed their cheeks and nodded.

“I want to help you, Becca. Let me show you just a fraction of how you make me feel. I want to try.”

Becca clicked her tongue, feigning skepticism. 

“Think of it as our nightly ritual. Except, this time, my servitude is putting you under.”

She knew that Cy could not act without her explicit command, and they were staring up at Becca with pleading eyes from their position on the floor.

“Alright, Cy. You seek my approval and you want to help me relax. Those are not instincts I should fight against. Rally that empty little head of yours and hypnotize me.”

Cy practically bounced with excitement, jumping up to their feet and standing upright.

“Thank you, Mistress. Um… Well, you’re already all comfy in that chair so just take a deep breath in, and slowly let it out.”

Becca followed the instructions without resistance. It was an induction she was very familiar with. She wrote it in Cy’s head, after all. 

She watched as Cy removed something from one of their pockets. They held it in their palm and let it drop before Becca’s eyes. It was an amethyst crystal attached to a gold chain and the light reflected distractingly off of each and every facet.

Cy held it so that the crystal was above Becca’s line of sight, forcing her eyes to look up to see the crystal. It was a position that would eventually make a person’s eyelids tired, a perfect primer to drop someone into trance.

“Watch the crystal, Mistress. Follow it as it swings back and forth across your eyes.”

Becca was impressed. With their tendency toward natural hypnotic amnesia, she did not expect Cy to have such perfect recollection of the script Becca placed in their head.

She followed the crystal back and forth as she thought on her weeks spent programming Cy. She knew that the natural brat would take the bait of challenge immediately. Their instinctive pull to resist everything Becca said was easy to twist.

Cy’s words became muffled as she followed the twinkling amethyst, her eyes beginning to lag ever so slightly behind each swing. If Cy was paying attention, they would notice the subtle change in Becca’s eyes and move to the next step.

Cy spoke more muted words that Becca was too sleepy to decipher. She really did need to relax. She was tired and stressed, she needed a break. 

More than anything, she needed to drop into trance.

Her eyelids fluttered ever so slightly, fully unable to keep up with the crystal any longer.

“Sleep, Mistress. Fall for me.”

Trance felt like a long lost memory to Becca. It had been so long since she had let someone else have sway over her mind. She had been hurt too many times. 

But, She trusted Cy. She loved Cy. 

That was why she trained her toy to hypnotize her. This was what she wanted.

Becca was still in control, even if she fell into trance. She held Cy’s reins and that was a comforting feeling.

She started to slip and as she did, she realized that it would still be okay if she lost control. If it was Cy in her head, everything would be alright.

It was this final acceptance that allowed her tired and weak eyes to shut, and her body to fall limp against the chair.

“Good, Mistress. Let the warmth of trance envelop you. You are safe.”

Her consciousness floated away from her body, lost in a sea of deep relaxation.

“I wanted nothing more than to make you feel at peace, Mistress. Now, I want to show you how good a tongue feels against your pussy when you are so far gone like this. Can I service you further, Mistress? Please say yes.”

There was a brief flash of fear in Becca’s gut, her face showing brief concern. She was still afraid, but Cy’s comforting words bounced around her skull.

‘You are safe.’

She wanted this. This was the script.

Her voice came out in sleepy tones, lingering on syllables and slurring words together.

“Yes. Good toy, Cy.”

“Thank you, Mistress!” 

The smile on Cy’s face was audible in her voice. Becca felt fingers and hands up her legs, lips kissing up her thighs. They were like electric bliss. She felt Cy remove her underwear from under her skirt, exposing her to the cool air.

Becca could no longer hold on to the reins when Cy’s lips and tongue met with her pussy. 

She released her hold on control and fell into the ecstasy that her submissive was providing.

.    .    .

“And 3, awake. Floating for as long as you need to.”

Becca’s eyes fluttered open, immediately aware of the cold damp spot on her skirt. The gears in her head started to whir back into life, catching up on the situation.

“Mm. Hi, Cy. How long was I out?”

Cy smiled up at her and showed Becca a timer on their phone. It read twenty minutes and some seconds in change. It was exactly according to the script and Becca breathed a sigh of relief.

“How did I do, Mistress?”

Becca stretched her arms out and straightened her back, working the last bit of sleepy trance out of her muscles.

“Well, I haven’t felt this relaxed since… since ever, actually. I think you did a great job. Good toy. Thank you.”

Cy beamed at the praise and nestled her head on Becca’s lap.

“I’m so glad. I don’t know what came over me, it was like another person was speaking for me. I didn’t even know I knew how to do all that…

Can we do it again?”

Becca laughed and smiled, gently running her fingers through Cy’s dark hair. 

“I think we can. Maybe next time I’ll let you go off script.”

Their cheeks turned a bright pink as they finally pieced the puzzle together. Cy giggled and gave a small nod in response.

“That sounds fun.”