Stepping out into the warehouse with the stranger's arm to lean on as she adjusts to those difficult shoes, Amelia feels like arm candy and wants to laugh at herself almost as much as she wants to touch herself. She's never had the urge until now, secretly loving the way these new clothes feel and trying not to let it show too obviously. This is all just for her dissertation, she reminds herself bleakly, she isn't really her seductive stranger's pretty doll. It's a roleplay, a study. As all the other slaves get to enjoy the reality of Amelia's fiction, the girl can only sigh in disappointment and tell herself she's not allowed to truly want it. 

But why? The girl tilts her head and looks up at saccharine smile which can so quickly become a sharp and predatory grin. She reminds herself the danger of getting lost in all of this, that as much as she's told otherwise, these women might not be so willing... rather, they were made to be willing, a loophole of logic that Amelia is afraid of falling victim to if she hasn't already started to succumb. It's only been a few days, she tells herself. She'll be fine.

"Someone's quiet for a change, no more questions for me today?" The redhead curls their lips like they know all, even their cologne works away at Amelia's judgement as she breathes it in and relaxes on that arm. 

"I was just wondering what's next... I think this is all good... good material for my paper, I mean. My journalistic integrity will be put to the test, I think I know plenty of people who might enjoy this sort of play, though perhaps not so permanently." The girl looks out and watches a trio of ponygirls being chewed out by Seven and Twelve for running in the warehouse, smirking lightly. This place is already starting to become her new reality. 

"Hypnosis." 

"Huh?" Amelia turns back, staring up like a deer in headlights. 

"You knew it was coming, surely. It's not a one and done thing, and again you have to want it. Open yourself to it. I'm just going to act as I normally would for a first time trance as an example for your study, just a demonstration. It's up to you if you fall under or not, I'm sure it'll be a valuable experience either way." The stranger laughs and takes Amelia to the couches next to their office, sitting her down on cracked brown leather and resting an arm around her, leather digits digging into matching shoulder. 

"You're going to hypnotise me?" Amelia asks without a hint of how she feels showing, just a plain question that rolls from her lips as casually as they sat down. 

"I'm going to run the motions, give you a taste. I doubt a strong willed, challenging girl such as yourself would really let me put you in a nice relaxing trance, though. So stubborn, you don't feel like being good for me at all unlike my real slaves... it's a shame really, but then, you're a very committed student so we'll see." 

Amelia is too flustered to respond, the words making her more confused and conflicted than she cares to admit. It's hard to deny that a part of her wants this, sure, but she's too scared of how lost she'd become if she indulges too carelessly. Perhaps the stranger is right here, she nods lightly and wonders how this all even works. That's why she's here, learning, documenting. 

"The trances you've been seeing are only attained after many sessions, layers upon layers of conditioning, training and eagerness to be transformed into doting dolls. A first time induction, the subject is usually still apprehensive, shy... so the first requirement is to loosen them up, build trust and more importantly... desire. I'll confess I've prepared you in advance over the last couple of days, I figured it would expedite matters since you have such a tight... deadline." A hand runs up Amelia's thigh where the stocking ends and the skirt has yet to begin. The girl blows out hot air, focusing on the words so she can take good notes later. It's a great excuse for both of them, her study, to ensure a focus deep enough to ensure trance an inevitability. It's only a matter of how long they talk for. 

"So now we just need to get you relaxed. Lap." A snap of fingers and Amelia buckles, wondering how she isn't already hypnotised when she finds her body move of its own accord and get comfortable in her stranger's arms. "Good girl." A voice whispers into her ear, arm around her waist as the other holds up familiar penlight. "There's a chance this isn't the first time I've hypnotised you, it depends on how suggestible you are. Some can convince themselves into trance by their own desire, maybe just looking into this pretty light yesterday had you up in the stars already. Still, it was no proper  induction."

Amelia gasps, staring at the bulb hovering over her in anticipation of its brightness. "I... there was lipstick on my jaw. I don't remember it getting there, I think I zoned out and you took advantage." 

"Do you want me to apologise or do it again?" The arm around Amelia's waist pulls her deeper into the other's lap, inviting her to lay back and relax fully. When Amelia doesn't answer, the stranger clicks the penlight on in two short bursts. Its light is not as strong as ones she's used to, but her eyes still strain from the sudden contrast. Pupils constrict and then dilate, Amelia blinking and paying attention to the light as it flickers on a few more times. "See if you can recognise a pattern, okay? You'll have to follow it as best you can." The hand moves up and flashes light again in a sequence that Amelia attempts to count, then follows it in a descending sway to her right and then left. "As you focus on this task, I want you to let go of all the other sensations in the room. It's not something you need to actively think about, it comes with the relaxation and focus. Your body sinks comfortably into mine as your mind finds itself sufficiently stimulated. You've a goal, so there's really no need for you to consider the room you're in. There are no threats here after all and you're safe with me, my arm holding you close. You trust me, at least enough to know you don't need to be alert."

With a slow nod, Amelia puts all her focus into the swaying hand, those patterns of flickering light that never seem to repeat and only make her mentally exhausted as a result. Her eyes feel so heavy already as she stares into the light, limbs softening. "I'm... I can't..."

"Shhhhhh. Hush now, Amy. You're going into trance soon, though I can assure you the line is never as clear as a firm snap. Not really, you're already hypnotised by the time it has the power to sink head into chest. It's okay, even if you're hypnotised already I won't tell anybody and embarrass you, so don't fight the urge to do whatever your body tells you it needs. If the light makes your eyes too heavy to keep open then I permit you to close them. 

"Oh thank god..." Amelia's eyes flutter and close, the girl feeling more comfortable than ever even as the patterns yet flicker in her open mind. Breath tickles her shoulder and neck, returning to her ear and filling it with more words she's all too receptive to in this dreamy headspace. "As I was saying earlier, if you accidentally found yourself in trance from yesterday's fake induction you'll surely fall quick for today's real demonstration. It just means that you're highly suggestible, doll, in our circles that's something to take pride in. You should feel good about it, the fact that you're so easily hypnotised only means you'll be able to write better thesis. A dissertation of deepening trance wrapping around your thoughts and claiming them owned for a spell, mine to suggest new direction to. You let this happen because secretly you enjoy it, want it... or not so secretly, I suppose. I was folding up your clothes remember, a damp spot on the panties you came in... oh, poor phrasing I apologise."

Amelia blushes, wishing that she could protest but far too relaxed and suggestible to do much of anything while she's held and whispered to in sir's lap. Her head bobs, so heavy she struggles to keep it held up. When fingers snap and tell her to drop, she does just that with increased eagerness to obey. Is this that submissive headspace she was told about? She just wants to do whatever she's told, earnestly, no longer worried about her silly pride. 

"You look so cute right now, all dressed up for me with rosy cheeks and all the hallmark signs of deepening trance. You sink deeper for me, willingly, wanting to see how hypnotised you can become in your first session. Such a far cry from that bratty pretender who spied on us in the park, you're just weak and suggestible Amy. You think you're different to my other girls but were a stranger to walk into this warehouse you'd blend in perfectly. For the record, girl, I've entertained guests before and dealt with the consequences that follow. None are so casual, so accepting. I really mean that, I think I see now that you're no ordinary college girl."

The girl's face goes dark red as she finally has the satisfaction of that label peeling off and embraces the feelings that follow. Trance seeps into the corners of her mind and she gives into it, practically falling asleep in her hypnotist's arms but with an ear left open. 

"Amy?"

"Yeaaah...?"

"I think I'll make you mine."