Miss Li was teaching class again.

It was amazing how different teaching class always felt when Master Lewis wasn’t in attendance. The pressure of reaching his standards was off, and in many ways that should feel freeing. In practice, though, she felt somehow less sure of herself without his reassuring presence.

She was sure there had been a time that wasn’t true, but it didn’t make a lot of sense. How would Master Lewis’ presence be anything but reassuring? She’d hardly have invited him to hypnotise her if it wasn’t.

But then, the other big question that didn’t make sense to her anymore was why she hadn’t asked Master Lewis to hypnotise her much, much earlier.

She could have…

Ah, but there was no point wishing for things to have started earlier. It was like wishing Master Lewis was advancing her training faster than he was. (Which she did, but that changed nothing.) Master Lewis would train her as quickly - or as slowly, if he chose to draw it out - as he chose.

This lesson was part of that advancement, in any case. Master Lewis had given her specific requirements while she escorted and bodyguarded him back home, before she set off for the dojo. She’d had to stop off at a strip mall along the way for part of it.

She was not wearing her usual gear to teach her classes. Not quite. The black gi she wore was a size smaller than her usual, drawn from the dojo’s stocks, and accordingly it clung to her figure much more closely than she was used to; the way it hung only barely hid the weights attached to her clamps.

Beneath that, she wasn’t wearing the usual baggy trousers but black leggings, which she’d had to buy in order to have them to hand. Unlike the tights Master Lewis liked her to wear while she accompanied him, these were not sheer; the intent was that only a sharp eye would notice, consciously, that the outfit was wrong.

On the other hand, any student in her class would be conscious that her body was being more clearly shown off.

And none of them were more conscious of it than she was herself.

She felt every eye, every glance; her usual heightened awareness for anything going wrong in the class turned out to map - frustratingly well - into tracking each of them’s relative level of attention to her.

Just as she had when she’d been made to report on her late-night walk the previous night, she kept track of every single spark of desire for her in the room.

Strange, she thought, how much clearer her sense of this was than it ever had been before; she understood, vaguely, that this was in some way driven by Master Lewis’ hypnosis. She had the sense that she’d been promised this was part of her test to be promoted within his ranking system.

All the same, none of that was certain in any way. Where Master Lewis’ teaching methods were concerned, Miss Li had come to accept that she would only rarely know what he intended, or even what he was doing.

She was an experiment, not a collaborator. Master Lewis had explained this while she knelt before him, naked except for her blank belt, and masturbated while chanting his name.

She had, of course, accepted it without question. Master Lewis was always right.

As the class completed one set of one-on-one exercises, Miss Li reached under her gi, adjusted the waistband of her leggings, sighed, and started walking over to one of the pairs.

“Alexandra,” she said, “that’s not the move. It’s great form for an o goshi, don’t get me wrong. But in this exercise we’re working on the seoi nage.

“I think that’s mostly your reflexes - for self defence, that’s probably fine; all the same, if you’re looking for a better belt,” which carried, to Miss Li, the unspoken thought that of course Alexandra would want a better belt, just as Miss Li did, “what we might need to do is work on exactly when you let muscle memory take over.”

Alexandra’s sparring partner David flushed more at Miss Li’s statement than Alexandra did. Or possibly his flush came from having been face to ankle with Miss Li’s long legs, getting a view he wouldn’t usually get, after taking the throw.

Alexandra just shrugged. “Sure,” she said. “Okay. Not sure what you mean, though.”

Miss Li had been teaching for long enough that she didn’t bridle when a student was angry or frustrated. Alexandra’s frustration could even be fuel for her learning. She smiled serenely.

“Perhaps it will be easier if we work through it together,” she said. She could imagine Master Lewis doing something similar with a recalcitrant client, and that gave her confidence it was the right thing to do.

She wasn’t often motivated to imitate Master Lewis, of course. Mostly she wanted to be complementary to him. He was always right, always knew what to do, and she was so often uncertain; it was clear her role was to follow directions.

But she had become a teacher for her career, and as much as that was opposite to what she now knew her strengths to be, it was all the same her job; it paid for her food, her home, her life.

“Dennis, would you mind taking the throw, so I can show Alexandra where the points of different come in?”

“Sure, Miss Li.” There had been a fraction of a second’s hesitation there, a glance at the way her breasts swelled the curve of the gi. She was certain now that his flush had been the result of the effect her body had on him.

A thrill of pleasure went through her from the confirmation, and only her need to retain authority and dignity in the classroom stopped her from visibly shuddering with delight.

“Right.” She took a moment to centre herself, then approached Dennis for the throw.

*

Lewis couldn’t focus. He’d stared at he wasn’t sure how much TV that night, not really taking any of it in. Whenever he realised he had no idea what was happening on the screen he’d shut it off then turn it back on a few minutes later, when the room had been silent for too long.

His mind was elsewhere. He was picturing the dojo, picturing what might be happening, how Miss Li might be responding.

He was trying to picture how she looked with the changes to her outfit he’d specified. He should have had her take a selfie, but he’d been so focused on her instruction that it hadn’t occurred to him.

All the same, he was pretty happy with how everything was going. She’d responded very well to the new wave of conditioning so far.

Such a prim and proper woman, she’d begun as. And in private, it was natural now for her to do anything he wanted. Showing off her body, using her body, cumming for him, torturing herself for him, being his sex toy… all as natural to her now as being his bodyguard.

But if he understood what was driving her correctly (and he thought that he did, at least), that was all in the idea of duty that he had taken and amplified in her until it could fill the role usually taken by independent thought.

It wasn’t that she took pleasure in her sexuality; she took pleasure in what her sexuality could do for him. Which was a subtle difference, but in the task he had taken upon himself, it was a key one.

How did you make a woman whose sexuality was, to her, the least important thing about her start to sexualise herself for you?

In Lewis’ opinion, the obvious solution was to train her to enjoy it. In this case, that meant starting by training her into an awareness of it.

She was going to call him as soon as the class had finished. He’d tell her to come over instead then, which should heighten her need to please even further.

He switched the TV off again, got up, paced into the kitchen. Stood in front of the fridge for a while. Eventually opened the fridge and looked at what was available to make dinner with.

The results were not promising.

Lewis sighed, pulled out his phone, and tried to decide what kind of takeout to order.

It was strange, he reflected, that the closer he got to Miss Li the less healthy exercise and eating he was doing - and getting fit again had very much been the intention when he signed up for her class.

He should definitely figure out a way to solve that while he was working on the grand experiment.

…Could the two be combined?

*

Miss Li saw the last of her students off before even thinking of calling Master Lewis. She knew she shouldn’t hesitate, but there was something just a little off, something that bugged her about it all.

It wasn’t until the last students had left the building that she realised what she’d been stalling for; in the dojo, when students were present, was the last situation where she wasn’t allowed to give Master Lewis the respect of calling him Master Lewis.

The idea of leaving his honorific out made her uncomfortable.

She hadn’t realised that before; it was a while since there’d really been the possibility. She actually avoided any kind of sentence that might need her to use his name in the dojo, unless everyone else had left; it was just easier.

But she couldn’t greet him on a call and not speak his name and title.

She closed the door behind Tim and flipped the latch, and with a sign of relief she went back into the staff lockers and retrieved her phone.

She propped the phone up against a locker on the bench below it, started the call, and stepped back two paces. Without thinking about it she brought one foot up and back, then the other, so that she could kneel on the opposite bench, facing the viewfinder, and be seen to be kneeling as soon as he answered the call.

“Good evening, Master Lewis,” she said once her phone screen lit up with his face. Instantly she felt at ease, reassured, and confident in the exact way she’d been missing during the class. In the presence of Master Lewis - even over a call - she knew exactly who she was, and whatever was required of her, no matter how hard she was pushed, she felt confident she could handle it.

“Good evening,” he said, and smiled. “But I’ve changed my mind.”

“Yes, Master Lewis,” she said, instantly accepting that a change of mind from Master Lewis would need something from her and just as quickly finding herself willing to do it no matter what.

“You’re spending the night here,” he said. “You can give me your full report once you’re here.”

“Yes, Master Lewis,” she nodded, and the only reason she didn’t bound to her feet and hurry off was that she had to wait for his word before she acted.

“I’m going to want you to show off your body as you spend the night,” Master Lewis continued. “So you’re to stop off home. Sort through your nightwear; pick out whatever you think is going to make you look most fuckable.”

Miss Li was conscious that Master Lewis’ full attention was on her. There was an expression his face fell into when he was concentrating, when he wasn’t bothering to hide his motives. She’d seen it more and more lately.

She didn’t know what he was looking for, but that didn’t matter to her. Master Lewis was always right. “Yes, Master Lewis.” She was already mentally running through her nightwear. She’d never really selected any of it for fuckability.

Although she did have a few things she’d been bought as gifts, on Valentines’ day or for anniversaries, in various relationships. They’d all gradually come to rest in one of the drawers under her wardrobe, the one that almost never got opened.

“Good.” He smiled. “I also want you to get here and report before I’m too tired, so I want you to hurry.”

“Yes, Master Lewis.” She would have hurried in any case. It was far too important to obey for her to be willing to dawdle.

“Go.” He ended the call. Miss Li wasn’t entirely sure what he’d been looking for, nor whether he’d seen whatever it was. That wasn’t her duty, though. Her duty was to obey.

“Yes, Master Lewis,” she said to the empty room.

She took her purse and her gym bag with her but she didn’t slow down to change or even to take the clamp weights off her nipples.

*

Pulling open the drawer, she stared at the contents wordlessly for a long moment.

What would make her look the most fuckable?

This wasn’t a question Hua Li often asked herself. Even when she was going out looking for male attention, fuckability wasn’t how she thought of it. It was nice to be wanted, and she certainly enjoyed taking someone she loved and trusted to bed, but it wasn’t a priority.

Sex with Master Lewis was different anyway. He wanted sex, he told her what to do, and she obeyed. It was her duty. Certainly she enjoyed it - being fucked by Master Lewis was one of the best experiences of her life - but nonetheless it wasn’t the same. She knew the pleasure of a fucking from Master Lewis came from doing her duty to and by him.

She wanted to be a better lover for him, but as she saw it, that was a question of practice, of routine, of rote learning. Her body could be trained into the perfect responses for his pleasure, no matter what he was doing or what he was thinking about.

That would be enough to improve as a lover, she thought. Had thought. Because the fact Master Lewis had given this order, surely, meant something.

Was she letting him down? Her heart sank at the very idea.

She pulled the drawer out of the wardrobe and dumped it across her bed in an arc, scattering lingerie, nightwear, even that corset she’d been bought one particularly uncomfortable Valentines’ day, the better to see what she actually owned.

(In hindsight, she couldn’t understand why she’d been so mad at the gift of a corset. True, it was all about what he wanted to see, but she’d always understood the importance of posture, and Master Lewis had helped her to understand that discomfort could actually make her better. But, of course, she’d been a worse person before Master Lewis made a project of her. She was so lucky to be hypnotised. She was so lucky to be conditioned.)

She stepped back and looked over everything. Some of it she ruled out on a first glance; there were items in there which were ten years old or more, and while she’d kept herself very much in shape, the shape she maintained had still changed over time, as it always did.

Others had been bought by lovers more interested in the gesture than its accuracy, and as such had never really fit. But there were quite a few…

After what seemed like an eternity of agonizing over it, she made her decision hastily, grabbing her choice up, and almost stuffed it into her gym bag before stopping to think.

She had to present herself as fuckably as she could. If this were to crumple…

She folded it as neatly as she could and gently placed it in her gym bag.

Then she ran out of the door, hurrying to Master Lewis before he should be ‘too tired’, whatever that might mean.

*

Master Lewis met her in his doorway, just as she opened the door; the key he’d given her less a symbol of his trust and more of his control.

She turned from the door to face him, opened her mouth to start a greeting, and then her mind caught up with what she’d seen.

Master Lewis had his cock out.

Immediately she fell as silent as if suddenly struck dumb. Her eyes locked to the tip of the cock. She could feel her mind becoming smaller and less important as she stared.

“Miss Li,” Master Lewis said, very formally, “would you like me to hypnotise you?”

“Yes, Master Lewis,” she breathed, and for all the quiet excitement in her voice it was still little more than a sing-song drone.

“Close the door,” he said.

Her body had been stock still since her gaze became locked to the tip of his cock. It remained so almost entirely; her left foot lifted from the floor, the leg bent back, reached back, found the edge of the open door and rested against it, then extended, closing the door firmly.

“Yes, Master Lewis.”

Miss Li returned her foot to the floor exactly where it had rested before she began to move. The whole operation had required no thought on her part at all.

“On your knees.”

“Yes, Master Lewis.” Ankles and knees were already folding beneath her. She crossed her ankles on the way down, necessitating that her thighs be spread. In the smaller gi she was wearing, this posture hid nothing; only the black leggings and her blank mind spared her modesty.

His cock was on her eye level now, and as he twitched his hips, she found herself swaying from side to side to stay in eye contact with her. She wasn’t aware of her own soft, whimpering moans.

Master Lewis chuckled, and started moving backward. Deep in trance, Miss Li still wanted to be as close as possible to his cock, and she shuffled after him on her knees, still quietly moaning, ankles still crossed.

It came to her that she was entirely helpless in this deep, wonderful, blissful trance; that there was nothing she felt able to do which could change anything. Here she was, following a man’s cock around on her knees, and all she really felt was just how much she wanted to make that cock cum in whatever way its owner described.

She knew it would feel so good to make his cock cum. To do her duty like that was wonderful; it was perfect; it was what she was made for, what she had been conditioned for.

She was so lucky to be hypnotised. She was so lucky to be conditioned.

She’d only been to his apartment a few times before, but she knew its layout perfectly. Master Lewis was leading her into the bedroom. The smell of takeout food was strong as she waddled past the kitchen on her knees; she was too deeply in trance for any disappointment to be felt, let alone to show on her face.

Master Lewis sat down on the bed, cock hard and erect, and Miss Li came to a halt still staring at it. She felt delightfully vacant and empty.

“So good at fixating for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master Lewis.”

“No power,” he prompted.

Miss Li only needed a simple prompt. “No power,” her lips shaped, “no control. No choice. No power, no control, no choice. I love to be hypnotised. I have no power. I have no control. I have no choice.

“No power, no control, no choice. No power, no control, no choice. I am hypnotised to have no power. I am hypnotised to have no control. I am hypnotised to have no choice.”

“Good girl,” she heard him say, but she continued.

“No power, no control, no choice. No power, no control, no choice. I accept Master Lewis’ choices. I accept Master Lewis’ control. I accept Master Lewis’ power over me. I have no power. I have no control. I have no choice.

“I have no power, no control, no choice. I am an obedient Blank Belt. Miss Li obeys Master Lewis. Miss Li has no power, no control, no choice. No power, no control, no choice.”

Her words had become less certain as she continued, her voice grown fainter. A thin cord of drool was working its way down from her lower lip, swaying with every syllable.

She couldn’t help that. Couldn’t change it. Couldn’t choose otherwise, because she had no control. Had no control, because she had no power.

Everything fitted together so clearly and so simply now that Master Lewis regularly hypnotised her. Everything was built on that simple, strong foundation, and if anyone else could see any logical flaw in it, well, they would have to have a different perspective to Miss Li.

To Miss Li this was flawless. Not just flawless but inevitable. Not just inevitable, but welcome.

“I require your total honesty, Miss Li,” said Master Lewis.

“Yes, Master Lewis.” He had it. He knew he had it. But he clearly enjoyed stressing these things. Showing her how deeply under hypnotic conditioning (she was so lucky to be hypnotised. She was so lucky to be conditioned) she actually was.

“Did you notice anyone watching you?”

“Yes, Master Lewis. Dennis, especially when I was doing demonstrations with him. Aidan, throughout. Leslie, whenever he thought I wasn’t looking. Blossom, throughout. And Winston, during the part of the chokeholds sequence where I demonstrated a thigh choke.”

Her attention was helplessly focused on his cock, so this time she wasn’t really able to get his reaction, except that when she named Blossom his cock twitched slightly. The tiny part of Miss Li’s brain that could even half-process information filed that away without comment. It might be useful to her later.

“Very good,” Master Lewis said, as he often did. “You remember each of them individually, as instructed?”

“Yes, Master Lewis.”

“You know each of them was looking at you with lust?”

“Yes, Master Lewis.”

“And how does that make you feel?”

“Proud, aroused, and needy, Master Lewis.”

“Why are you proud?”

“Because if others look at me with desire I am a credit to you, Master Lewis.”

“Why are you needy?”

“Because when I am aroused I need to give you pleasure, Master Lewis.”

“Why are you aroused?”

The last time she’d been asked this, her answer had been instant and forthright. This time, she hesitated. It wasn’t that she was fighting her own compulsion to total honesty. Far from it, in fact.

No, the problem was that she wasn’t sure of the answer anymore. It should all be about Master Lewis, it should all be because she had been commanded to become aroused whenever she caused arousal.

“Because I must become aroused whenever I have caused arousal,” she answered first. “And because I could imagine each of them wanting to take me or be taken by me.”

“Which of those feelings is most important?”

“I do not know, Master Lewis.”

There was a moment before he spoke again, and when he did she could not be sure there was no irritation in his tone. “Why not?”

“Because I am not sure why I am imagining them as partners, Master Lewis.”

“Do you want them as partners?”

“No, Master Lewis.” Perhaps she should not have said it so firmly - he had reacted to Blossom’s name? - but it was vital that Master Lewis have her complete honesty, and so she gave him that.

“Do you want to fuck them?”

“No, Master Lewis.”

“Do you want them to fuck you?”

Again she felt a moment of hesitation. “No, Master Lewis.” The cocktip that filled her vision also filled her with peace, she found; she was doing what she should be, therefore surely all was well.

“What do you want?”

“To please you, Master Lewis.”

“Do you want to fuck?”

He didn’t ask if he wanted to fuck her. The fragment of mind still trying to interpret wondered if he considered it implied.

“Do you wish to fuck me, Master Lewis?” I should be as fuckable as I can, she thought, and was suddenly guilty that she wasn’t wearing fuckable nightwear as specified. Should she have changed before she left the house?

“That’s not what I asked,” he said, slightly irritably. “Do you like fucking?”

“Yes, Master Lewis.”

“Why don’t you want the people who desire you to fuck you?”

This was easier. “They don’t deserve me, Master Lewis. Except one.”

“Who’s the one?”

Her deep trance was suddenly full of surprise, though she did not wake or really even stir in her slumber. “You, Master Lewis.” A moment later, the tip of her tongue wet her lips again. They had unaccountably run dry.

He was silent for several long moments. Then, at last, he cleared his throat. “Very good,” he said. “We’ll, ah… We’ll finish this later.”

“Yes, Master Lewis,” she agreed readily.

“When you wake, you will excuse yourself. You will go. You will make yourself fuckable.”

“Yes, Master Lewis.”

“You will return to me and kneel as you now are.”

“Yes, Master Lewis.”

“You will bring with you all the arousal you have collected and which you now feel as your own.”

“Yes, Master Lewis.”

He hid the tip of his cock with one hand and snapped his finger with the other. Her eyes widened, then she blinked several times, trying to clear her vision.

“Pardon me, Master Lewis,” she said, her head bowed, eyes averted from his. “May I be excused? I seek to make myself more fuckable.”

Master Lewis chuckled. “By all means,” he said.

She gathered her gym bag in one hand and half-shuffled backward out of the room, rising once she had crossed the threshold and scurrying to the bathroom.

She should have brought makeup, she thought, as well as nightwear.

*

The blank belt tied loosely over her gauzy, flimsy bodysuit made Miss Li a little more confident in how she was now presenting herself.

The sheer black bodysuit was high-waisted, exposing the entirety of her thighs up to the hip, and rose sharply in the rear too, not quite a thong but certainly showing off her toned backside. The white belt over it didn’t just reassure Miss Li; it also accented the look well.

Long, loose sleeves and a very low neckline seemed, to Miss Li’s mind, to show the kind of fuckability Master Lewis wanted while also feeling like something she could be comfortable wearing once Master Lewis was done for the night. That felt like the solution to the problem.

She looked herself over one last time in the mirror and tutted. Delving inside the bodysuit, she removed the clamp weights and then the nipple clamps themselves. These would not do for sleeping; she briefly considered attaching them over the top of the bodysuit, so they could more easily be set aside when the time came, but didn’t. The material might tear and that was not something she was willing to take responsibility fore. Not without being told to.

She left them on the side by the sink, next to Master Lewis’ toothbrush and toothpaste, and she walked back along to his bedroom.

Every step back seemed to bring with it more arousal. The first three or four all came with quick, indrawn breaths of excitement.

Miss Li felt Master Lewis’ command to bring with her all the arousal she had collected as if it was settling around her. She pictured it as a near-transparent, glittery robe of lust and desire, something that would make the poor offering that was her own body shimmer for Master Lewis.

She did not need to be told to pause in the doorframe; that order she saw in the delighted desire shining through the eyes of her Master. One hand reached up to the frame, resting in position; she cocked her hips in the other direction, crossing one foot in front of the other, and smiled.

Then, after holding that pose for a couple of seconds, she took two steps forward and settled back onto her knees, hands resting palm down on her spread thighs, back straight and rigid, showing the discipline and attention to duty that Master Lewis had prized in her and enhanced over time.

She bowed her head; she didn’t need to look him in the eye, and did she even deserve to? She wasn’t sure.

There was a long moment of quiet, but it had a different texture to the one before; this was the silence of Master Lewis enjoying himself, not the silence of Master Lewis pondering a mistake.

(A mistake? No, that couldn’t be. Master Lewis was always right.)

Master Lewis looking at her scantily clad form was clearly bringing him pleasure. Which meant that her own pleasure, her own arousal, her own desire, increased in turn.

“Earlier,” he said, “you said you don’t want the people who desire you to fuck you.”

“Yes, Master Lewis.” He was dwelling on that; for the life of her she did not understand why.

“Does that - no.” There was a pause, and then he said firmly, “Look up, Miss Li.”

She looked up, but did not meet his eyes; instead, his finger was there, slowly moving from side to side.

Her mind was already dropping away, thoughts flaking apart in the sudden wash of empty helplessness.

She was, she was only vaguely aware, making a sound she could only describe as purring. This was the state where she felt the best; this was the version of her with the most going for her.

She didn’t have a mind of her own, but she had a purpose. She didn’t need a mind of her own; she had Master Lewis.

“That does not include me,” Master Lewis said, and he was using that soft voice he often used when she was hypnotised, but he spoke firmly about it.

“No, Master Lewis.”

“You always want to be fucked by me.”

“Yes, Master Lewis. I always want to be fucked by you.” To further clarify, her entranced mind added, “I always want to be hypnotised by you. I am always wet and ready for you.”

“Very good,” he said quietly, and if a conscious listener might have wondered why he was quiet, what emotion was being suppressed in his words, well, Miss Li was not that listener.

He snapped his fingers. Miss Li blinked, head reeling. She wasn’t at all sure what had happened, but she really wanted to be fucked by Master Lewis.

“Come here,” he said firmly.

“Yes, Master,” she acknowledged and obeyed.