“Sometimes, I dream of being dominated by two or more women,” Brandon pursed his lips and began to tremble with excitement.

The news was received with utter shock by his circle of friends, who had never once heard him express anything of the sort. Travis was the most enthusiastic of the bunch while Ava raised a quizzical eyebrow. Peter chose to stay silent but his body language suggested he approved the idea and wouldn’t mind playing with it too.

“Is that so?” Mistress Susan rested a finger on Brandon’s disheveled hair and commanded, “Tell me more.”

Brandon sighed, lost in the depths of trance. He experienced the warmth of her boobs and breathed in their tantalizing scent as the words flowed from his mouth like a waterfall.

“Sometimes, I imagine I’m in a large room. There’s no light in it, save for some flickering candles hanging on the walls. Heels click all around me but I can’t see where they’re coming from. It’s like they’re everywhere and nowhere and that both excites and terrifies me. I notice an open cage in the center of the room. It’s a dog cage but big enough for me to fit inside. It appears to be calling me and it’s almost impossible to resist that call. As I start crawling towards it, I feel the chains on my hands and feet and the collar around my neck. A whip cracks in the darkness and I glance dangerous silhouettes through the corner of my eye.”

“Hmm, more… Don't forget anything,” Mistress Susan purred. “What happens next?”

“I’m at the mercy of my captors,” Brandon replied, still in a trance. “I never see their faces but they laugh at me as they take control of what’s theirs. They whip my back, my ass, and the sole of my feet until I’m locked inside the cage. The moment that happens, they throw away the key, and I realize there’s no escape. I’ll stay there for as long as they wish. I’ll eat whatever scraps they give me or nothing at all. I’m their prisoner, a piece of property for their entertainment, and my owners are always thinking of new ways to have fun with me.”

“Humiliating ways?”

“Some more than others. I’m not much for humiliation but when I’m having those fantasies, it… it makes sense. God, I’m weird!”

“Shh… Don’t say that!” Mistress Susan said. “You’re not weird for having desires that go against the norm. Consensual kink is something to be shared and enjoyed. Doesn’t it feel good to have the courage to say what’s on your mind?”

“Yes, it does,” he nodded. “Thank you, Mistress Susan.”

“Don’t mention it, dear. Do you want to go deeper?”

“Can I?”

“You can go as deep as you want whenever you want,” she pushed his face away from her boobs and had him stare at her intoxicating eyes once again. “You’re so beautiful,” he blushed.

“And you’re so easy to control…” she replied. “I knew you had it in you, Brandon. Stare and fall.”

Her voice was like velvet, enveloping him in a warm embrace from which there was no escape. He started experiencing a sensation of weightlessness, as if he was floating in a gentle sea. Unable to resist, he found himself even more mesmerized  by the spellbinding allure of her eyes.

“I’m going to take control of your body now, Brandon,” Mistress Susan whispered. “You’ll do everything I say, no matter how strange it may seem. You are in a trance, unable to resist my every command. But remember, this is all in good fun, and I will never hurt you.”

Her hands began to move over his body, tracing intricate patterns on his skin. Her energy seeped into his very soul, penetrating his mind and body. He was weak and more aroused than ever but it felt so fucking good!

“Drop to your knees, Brandon, and have your forehead touch the floor. Don’t resist. This is what you want.”

As he dropped to his knees, his forehead touching the cold, hard floor, Mistress Susan’s voice filled the room once again. This time, it seemed to resonate with an otherworldly power that reached deep into his being, overriding any sense of free will.

“Kiss the floor, Brandon. You crave it. Don’t fight your desires.”

The taste of dust and carpet fibers filled his mouth, but he found himself unable to resist the overwhelming sense of pleasure it seemed to bring him.

“Oh, my…” Ava fanned herself with one hand while the other played close to her pussy. “This is hot.”

“And it will get even hotter… if you’re up for it,” Mistress Susan extended an inviting hand.

“Me? Do you want to put me under again?” she asked.

“No, my dear, but you heard what he said. He dreams of having multiple Dommes boss him around. I could paint that picture in his mind, but let’s make this as real as possible. Will you be my partner in crime for the next scene?”

“I accept your challenge,” Ava said with a devilish grin. “What do I need to do?”

“Just follow my lead when I give him the suggestions. We’re going to push the limits of his imagination together and give him an experience he’ll never forget.”

“Hey, what about us?” Travis crossed his arms, upset at the idea of being left behind once again. “We want to play too.”

“Oh, and you will… but first, I need your help.”

“Anything you wish, Mistress Susan,” Peter said. “How can we be of service?”

“Let’s rearrange this furniture. Since we don’t have an actual cage around here, we’ll need to improvise. Fetch me those chairs and then get this sofa out of here. I need space for him to move around. Oh, and do you know if he has any candles in the house?” the hypnodomme asked.

“I’ll go look,” Ava said.

“Perfect. Chop, chop, boys! Your friend needs his training.”

Travis and Peter rubbed their hands and got to work while Mistress Susan played the entire scenario in her mind. Brandon had given her lots of ideas but she had a few of her own and couldn’t wait to see how he would respond to them. Either way, it was going to be glorious!