Mesmerelda the Great was a divinely sexy woman, long and lean of build, with twinkling eyes shining below strawberry-blonde curls.

Dr. Regina DeZumbi was a lovely looking woman of tan complexion, with a finely curvaceous figure and a pretty face neatly framed by a raven black bob.

The two women sat on opposite ends of the same couch, glaring daggers at one another. Despite being best friends and roommates, such glares occurred with regularity in their apartment.

“I don’t care how good a hypnotist you are,” Regina said. “You simply can’t brainwash a woman as effectively as my machines can."

“Well, I don’t care how effective your machines are,” Mesmerelda said. “Their mind controlling abilities just can’t stand up to my hypnotic skills.”

Both women hmphed loudly and then turned away.

Mesmerelda worked as a stage hypnotist and was known worldwide for her amazing shows. She only accepted female volunteers--and only beautiful ones at that--and no one who had ever stepped foot on her stage had managed to resist being entranced and obeying her unquestioningly.

Regina worked as a mad scientist in residence for a super secret agency. Her speciality was inventing technological methods of female mind bending. No other scientist--mad or otherwise--could match her ingenuity or get the exemplary results of utter submissiveness and compliance that she could.

“If it’s proof you want,” Mesmerelda said after a tense moment, “I brought home a subject from tonight’s show. She’s in my bedroom, still in a trance and completely under my control.”

“Sure, bring her out,” Regina said. “We can compare her to the intern I conducted my latest tests on. She’s in my bedroom, sitting in a blank-minded stupor and awaiting my command.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

Mesmerelda snapped her fingers loudly. Then, Regina whistled sharply. A moment later, the closed doors to each of their rooms opened.

From inside Regina’s room emerged a gorgeous coed. She wore a lab coat over a blouse and capri jeans. Her feet were bare, and as she walked, she held her arms straight out in front of her. Glassy-eyed and slack-jawed, she gave no indication as to having a will of her own.

An equally attractive young woman exited Mesmerelda’s room. She wore a slinky cocktail dress. Similarly to Regina’s intern, she was barefoot and strode forward with her arms outstretched. Her expression was one of blissful, if blank contentment.

“Come here, thrall,” Regina said.

“I obey,” the intern said, walking slowly over to the doctor.

“Attend me, slave,” Mesmerelda said.

“Yes, Mistress,” the subject said, proceeding over to the hypnotist.

As the two mind-controlled girls stood before the couch, with their faces still blank and their arms held out, Regina and Mesmerelda sized them both up.

“Well, I can’t fault you on your taste in assistants,” Mesmerelda said. “But that doesn’t mean your girl is as brainwashed as mine is.”

“Ditto on your taste in stage subjects,” Regina said. “But also ditto on your little cutie pie not being as controlled as my intern is.”

“We’ll see about that,” Mesmerelda said.

“That’s right, we will,” Regina said.

“Slave,” Mesmerelda said. “Tell me what Dr. DeZumbi finds to be an irresistible turn on.”

“Yes, Mistress. Dr. DeZumbi cannot resist being turned on when the soles of her feet are tickled.”

“Thrall,” Regina said. “Tell me what Mesmerelda the Great’s biggest turn on is.”

“I obey. Mesmerelda the Great gets turned the most when her feet are worshipped.”

“So you’ve programmed her to know things about me,” Mesmerelda said to Regina.

“As did you,” Regina said.

They glared at one another again for a moment, then spoke at the same time.

“Turn on Mesmerelda,” Regina said to her thrall.

“Turn on Regina,” Mesmerelda said to her slave.

Having been commanded simultaneously, the two girls acted almost entirely in sync. They criss-crossed each other to stand before the roommate of their controller. Then they both knelt. Their arms relaxed slightly, and then they reached for the feet of the women before them. Mesmerelda’s slave removed Regina’s socks, whole Regina’s thrall removed Mesmerelda’s stockings.

The thought of pulling away crossed both the hypnotist and the doctor’s minds. But curiosity and desire kept them from doing so.

Seconds later, Regina giggled and squirmed under the hypnotized girl’s skillful probing and stroking of her bare soles; while Mesmerelda cooed and sighed at the capable tongue washing that the technofied assistant gave her feet. Their glares quickly disappeared, replaced by satisfied smiles and desirous moans.

“Uh,” Mesmerelda said after a couple of delightful minutes. “Maybe I was a bit hasty about the effectiveness of your gizmos.”

“Mm,” Regina said through impish squeals of laughter. “I might have also denied you some credit concerning your talents.”

“Shall I call off my slave then?”

“No! Not unless you want me to stop my thrall.”

“No, no.”

“Okay, good.”

Several minutes later, the doctor and the hypnotist sat spent and content upon the couch. The two girls again stood before their controllers, passively staring straight ahead with their arms held limply out in front of them.

“This really doesn’t solve anything,” Regina said.

“Nope. One of us has to be the better mind controller,” Mesmerelda said.

“Brainwashing these simple girls isn’t going to make our case.”

“Agreed. We need better subjects. Stronger subjects.”

They thought for a moment, looking away as they pondered. Then, their gazes met again.

“Care to take a look at my shiny pendant as it dangles and twirls at the bottom of its chain?” Mesmerelda asked.

“How about a spin under one of my ‘hair dryers?’ I have a portable model here that’s all ready to go,” Regina said.

The two roommates narrowed their gazes into steely glares....