Lena began to drift to the sound of Mistress Saar's velvety words, surprising herself at how easy it was. There were some light processing effects playing in the background that gave the entire aural experience an intense otherworldly effect and she embraced each moment in its perfect uniqueness, in utmost silence and contentment.
Mistress Saar used a combination of short and long sentences to slowly alter the way her brain processed what she was listening to. Sometimes, she was sharp and to the point, and on other occasions, she appeared to meander through a multitude of tangents that had nothing to do with the purpose of the hypnotic session. Lena could follow the logic of the shorter commands without much of a hassle but when the words began piling up on one another creating a confusing mesh of contradictory statements, she sank deeper and deeper, her thoughts becoming scattered like faint echoes of past lives trying to reach the surface of her consciousness. 
A couple of minutes went by, and she felt as if she had left the world she knew behind, floating above a reflective pool where all her doubts and insecurities were beginning to drown. An additional layer of sound pulsated underneath the main vocal track, its whispers too difficult to perceive consciously but strong enough to bypass all the hidden layers of her mind. Eyes closed to the outside world but not the dominant woman's overpowering influence, Lena listened to and repeated the loving mantras of a new reality.
"Dominant. Dominant is what you are. A Dominant controls her emotions and irradiates charisma everywhere she goes. Dominants never give in to despair but see hardships as stepping stones to grow stronger and stronger. A Dominant enjoys herself and the company of those helplessly drawn to her charms. All women are Dominant. You are Dominant and have been so from the moment you were born and until the day you die," they said. The confidence in Mistress Saar's voice wasn't an illusion but a true testament of self. She believed everything she was saying from the bottom of her heart and anyone who embarked on this sensual journey with her was almost compelled to do the same. Dominant. Always Dominant.
Lena continued to spiral downward into a mind-altering trance, with the word Dominant not only becoming the center of her new perspective but also a powerful trigger on its own. Whenever she heard it she was to become just that, each repetition taking root inside of her and growing outward like blossoming cherry trees. "Dominant are beautiful. Dominant are irresistible. Dominant simply are," the recording continued.
"Yes... Always," Lena muttered, half-open lips tasting the sweetness of a newly awakened sexual ecstasy. This was real and perfect, exactly what her soul needed to break free from the self-destructing specters looming within her.
Two-thirds into the hypnotic file, the mood changed again, with soft piano arpeggios reverberating in the distance. They bounced from ear to ear creating an enigmatic rhythm that pulled her down, down, down... She was back in her own body but everything around her had changed. Lena saw herself draped in white clothes like an ancient Roman toga, and sitting on a soft, golden throne. She could see the entire Universe sprawling at her feet and thousands of kneeling shadows worshipping her undeniable divinity. They were all men.
Some of them were familiar, images pulled from her deepest memories to make the fantasy feel more lively and complete, from people somewhat close to her to others she hadn't seen in ages. She saw old teachers, her family's doctor, college acquaintances, and co-workers. She saw the cute delivery guy who usually brought her favorite Indian delicacies, the gym-addict neighbor whose musical taste left much to be desired, and even Agnes' husband Jake, smiling happily in a subservient position. The others were faceless and meaningless, but they all shared one thing in common: they were slaves.
"What?" Lena mumbled to herself, confused by such a strange realization. Mistress Saar's commands had now moved past the realm of positive affirmations and into a sphere of pure fetish more in line with some of the other products for sale in her website's store.
"It is the absolute right of a Dominant to control and ensnare those that are inferior to Her," the hypnodomme continued. "Men are slaves. Men are pets. Men are possessions. All men should serve Dominant women. That is their purpose. That is the sole reason they were created."
The last suggestions rang awkward at first almost as if they had originated from another recording and had been added to that one at the midnight hour. However, despite the confusion, Lena didn't try to fight them or reject the kinky teachings within. Breathing slowly and steadily, she allowed them safe passage inside her psyche and grinned. It all made sense now. The power was hers to take and do as she please.
The last few minutes moved quickly and, before she knew it, Lena was already being called back into full awareness, her heart irradiating confidence and bliss. She stretched her arms and legs and rose from bed just in time to see Agnes's car approaching. She always kept her promises and Lena was fortunate to have someone so dependable and always ready to pick her up when she fell down. Lena waved at her from the window and smiled when she saw the bag of cinnamon rolls on her friend's right hand. Drowsily, she walked to the entrance and almost tripped on the rug, the disconcerting effects of the hypnotic recording still swirling in her brain. She yawned, rubbed her eyes to make sure she was awake, and opened the door.
Agnes immediately ran for a hug, holding Lena in her arms like a part of her family and not just a friend. There were tears in her eyes.
"Please tell me you're okay," she said.
"I am," Lena melted in her sweet embrace. "I said I wouldn't do a thing, and I didn't. I'm feeling much more at ease now."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, and with you here now, the dark clouds are sure to go away. Hmm, those smell delicious," Lena reached for the bag.
"They do, but that's not all I brought you, dear," Agnes produced a clear bottle with an intense aroma exuding from the lid.
"Ginger beer? No way! You're spoiling me now!" Lena gleefully chirped as she closed the door behind them.
"You deserve it and so much more. Shall we eat?"
"Definitely!"
They spent an hour eating, drinking, and reminiscing about past experiences, the good, the bad, and everything in between. Unlike previous get-togethers, Lena spent the whole time laughing, and Agnes followed her lead, two souls united in the common goal of cherishing life and enjoying it to the fullest.
"It's nice to see you smile again," Agnes said. "Did you listen to the recording like I suggested?"
"I did, yes. It was great, thank you."
"All for you, sweetie. Stick to the program and you'll be smiling forever."
"Twenty-one days, right?"
"Yeah. Do you think you can handle it?"
"I'm sure I can."
"That's what I like to hear," Agnes yawned. The cinnamon rolls were gone and there was no more ginger beer to share. "I think I'm ready to turn in. Do you mind?"
"Not at all. Let's go."
Lena grabbed her hand and gently guided her friend to the bed. Once they were in the bedroom together, she grabbed her phone and set the recording to loop while she slept. If this was truly the beginning of something wonderful, might as well enjoy the time and time again. When the lights went out, Mistress Saar's voice once again reverberated in her ears and the call of hypnotic splendor began anew.
Lena slept like a baby for the first time in ages, lulled by the soothing triggers that were a source of energy, strength, and sexual liberation. The first night was amazing. The second was pure bliss, and the third was beyond words. Every time she allowed the recording to play, there was something new to discover whether it was an asynchronous beat intertwined with the first set of positive affirmations or a faint whisper between breaths. One time, she was even convinced she had heard her own name backward as a separate audio effect. Her imagination was heightened, all senses coming together in a wave of uncontrollable ecstasy. Lena thrived and writhed, finally opening herself to everything good the world had to offer. Limits were a thing of the past. Only Dominance was the pinnacle of existence.
Twenty-one days later, Lena bought all of Mistress Saar's online catalog to study, enjoy, and absorb. Twenty-one days after that, inspired by everything she had heard and felt, she dipped into her savings to buy a premium-quality microphone and wrote the first sketch of a hypnotic recording of her own whose tentative title was Dominant Feet. Another twenty-one days later, she finally got it recorded. It wasn't as perfect as Mistress Saar's wonderful creations, but it was a good start with each second promising a whole new side of her only fools would not be tempted to explore.
During the time between the first listening experience and the explosion of her own creative efforts, Lena stayed in touch with Agnes almost daily, keeping her apprised of most of her ideas and what she was planning on doing to bring them forth. She kept a few secrets though and the time was finally coming to reveal them all.
On the day before Lena's birthday, Agnes called her friend again. Reasons beyond her control meant she was going to be out of town to take her to dinner as she usually did, so she was hoping they could spend some quality time together that night.
"Hey," Lena purred. "I'm glad you called. I was just thinking about you."
"You were?" Agnes asked. 
"Yeah. There's something I've been dying to show you. Do you think you can drop by?"
"I was about to say we should meet. Since I won't be around tomorrow, do you want to go to that new French place downtown?"
"We'll talk about it when you get here, okay?"
"Sure. What are you up to, my friend?"
"I think I found my true calling. I can't say anything else, or I'll ruin the surprise."
"Okay. Do you need me to bring anything?"
"Just your lovely smile, my dear. How long do you think you'll take to arrive?"
"Half an hour, give or take."
"Perfect! I'll get everything ready for you then. See you soon."
Agnes hung up and something stirred in the back of her mind. She had slowly been witnessing Lena's confidence rise to never-before-seen values. Gone was the shy young woman with suicidal thoughts, now replaced by a confident vixen who always had something up her sleeve. Her transformation partially mimicked her own, but it wasn't quite the same. The energy she gave off was stronger and brimming with a sexual frenzy that could not be contained. The primal forces unleashed couldn't be properly described, only experienced from within.
When Agnes arrived at her friend's apartment, her jaw dropped. There were three men kneeling at her doorstep, foreheads touching the floor in mindless adoration. The front door was partially open and inside were another four individuals, two completely naked and the other two down to their boxers. None of them looked familiar to her except the next-door neighbor whose impeccable abs were only overshadowed by his massive cock and swollen balls. He smiled at her, and his lower brain did the same, saluting her femininity with unparalleled joy. Another naked stud joined him, a tall blond with the complexion of a superhero, and also packing a pair of impressive genitalia. It was impossible to decide which one she liked best.
"Oh wow!" Agnes fanned herself. "Lena? Lena, why do you have such perfect male specimens walking around naked in your house?"
Lena emerged from the kitchen wearing a black leather ensemble with thigh-high boots and holding a bottle of Lemon Vodka. She clicked her heels and all the men inside the apartment dropped to their knees, awaiting further instructions.
"Why do you think?" she chuckled. "Dominant all the way, baby!"
"Sweetie, are you okay?" Agnes asked, impressed by her not-so-subtle display of power and control.
"I've never been better. That recording was the best thing you could have given me during those dark times. Now, I understand. I understand it all."
"You continued to listen to it past the first twenty-one days, didn't you?" Agnes concluded, looking down at her obedient thralls.
"Of course! Why stop a good thing? And now that I've started recording my own ideas, I'm going to make this world sing like never before."
"Does that mean no more sadness for you?"
"Never again. Who has time to be sad when you can have everyone you want begging to kiss your feet?"
"I take it these are all your first test subjects then?"
"Yes, and they'll just keep on coming. Dominance is key, and it's all because of you. Good servants are a terrible thing to waste. Do you still want to go out for dinner, or shall we party indoors?"
"Partying with you seems like the perfect idea, sweetie."
"Great."
Lena has many reasons to smile now. It's going to be a kinky weekend.

The End