“Yes, Master. I obey.”

The words emerged from the young woman’s mouth in a monotone drawl. She stood unmoving inside the open front door of her home, addressing a man on the other side of the threshold. The chill winter air that entered the house reddened her cheeks and stiffened her nipples beneath her tank top. But she gave no sign of discomfort, despite being in cut-off shorts and bare feet.

Having received the expected acknowledgment from the woman, the man nodded and turned away. As he walked down the driveway, the woman continued to stand there. Her eyes, though open, drooped as if from drowsiness. The cold began coloring her fingers and toes the way it had her cheeks.

When the man finally reached the sidewalk and turned onto it, the woman closed her eyes. She opened them a few seconds later, with a now sharp gaze replacing the former sleepiness within them. She drew in a breath and shuddered. Quickly closing the door, she hugged herself, stamped her feet, and then bolted to the hallway thermostat to turn up the heat.

Feeling the warm air blow from the vent made her feel better, even though she was still cold. She went into the living room, grabbed a blanket from the back of a chair, wrapped herself in it, and then plopped down on the couch.

She sat quiet and still for a few minutes, much as she had previously stood in the open doorway. But this time her stare was not the dazed one of a befogged mind. Instead, many thoughts and memories raced through her head.

“That was quite an experience,” she said after a time.

Looking around at the room in which much of the experience had taken place, she nodded in punctuation of her statement. Then her eyes found the closed door to her roommate’s bedroom.

The woman smiled. Her own time in the adept hands of the man she had called “Master” was over. But there were other experiences to have, and to share with someone else.


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“Lib. Wake up, Lib. Wake up.”

Libby opened her eyes to see her roommate, Jenny, sitting on the edge of her bed. She smiled up at her friend.

“Wow, I really needed that nap. What time is it?”

“A little after seven,” Jenny said.

“That late? Oh my gosh!”

Throwing off the covers, LIbby jumped out of bed, stretched, and rubbed her eyes. A slender, dark-haired young woman with a toned body and pretty face, she wore a sweatshirt, leggings, and nothing on her feet.

“I can’t believe I slept that long,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “Or even at all. I never take naps. Weird.”

“It’s only weird if you don’t actually know the reason,” Jenny said.

Libby frowned at her friend’s words, sensing a hidden meaning that she didn’t get. She eyed Jenny, taking in the familiar details of long blonde hair, classically beautiful face, and pleasantly feminine figure, but gleaning nothing more about what the young woman had meant.

“Well, I don’t know the reason,” Libby said. “So it is weird. Why, do you know it?”

“Come into the dining room,” Jenny said. “I made us some green tea. We can talk.”

“Green tea sounds great. You being all mysterious doesn’t sound so great.”

“Are you coming or not?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

A few minutes later, the two roommates sat at the dining room table, sipping their tea.

“So,” Libby said, “are you going to share all of this secret knowledge about my nap?”

“Sure,” Jenny said. “What do you know about post-hypnotic suggestions?”

“Okay, so we’re taking the indirect approach,” Libby said with mild annoyance. “I guess I know as much as anyone who’s watched a lot of TV and movies, and taken a freshman psych class in college. Why?”

“Because a post-hypnotic suggestion is the reason you took a nap and slept so soundly for so long.”

Libby frowned thoughtfully. Jenny had an odd sense of humor, just as she herself did--one might even replace odd with terms like sarcastic, sick, and perverse. But Libby could usually tell when her friend was joking or teasing. Right now, she wasn’t getting that sense. So either Jenny was being serious, or she had gotten much better at faking it.

Having not only no memory of being hypnotized, but also no idea of how or when it could have even happened, Libby decided that Jenny must be getting better at pulling one over on her.

“Ha-ha, J. You got me. I was hypnotized and commanded to…take a nap,” Libby said, emphasizing the last phrase with raised sleepwalking arms, wide zombie eyes, and a side-to-side lilt.

Libby dropped her arms and smirked at Jenny. Both women broke into hearty laughter. Then Jenny suddenly stopped.

“Seriously, though, that’s what happened,” she said.

“Is it really? So you’ve been taking hypnotism classes without telling me? Or checking out books from the library? Or watching tutorials online? And now you’ve become a master of mesmerism? With me as your first subject?”

“Why do you think it was me?”

“Who else would it have been?”

“Cyril,” Jenny said.

“I haven’t seen Cyril since the holiday party. And even if he had hypnotized me then, I doubt he would have given me the incredibly mundane suggestion to take a nap a month later.”

“Actually, Lib, you saw him last night. And briefly this afternoon.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You did. You just don’t remember.”

“I don’t remember seeing my close friend twice in two days?” Libby asked. “Oh, right…”

She made with the arms, eyes, and lilting again. Then she laughed, though this time alone.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny,” Jenny said. “And really, it kind of is. But it happened. Cyril was here, and he hypnotized you.”

“Is that so? Were you in on it, J? Figured you could get a chuckle in at my expense?”

“Nope. I wasn’t laughing at all. Because he hypnotized me, too.”

“He hypnotized both of us?”

“Yeah.”

“And you remember it, even though I don’t?”

Jenny giggled.

“We so had this exact conversation this morning,” she said, “except completely reversed.”

“I am totally lost and not at all amused,” Libby said.

With a nod of understanding, Jenny began to explain:

Cyril had come over the night before, and the roommates had been happy to see their friend. Somehow, at some point--Jenny wasn’t sure how or when--he had hypnotized them both. Libby had quickly fallen under his sway. Jenny had been harder to both put under and make do anything. But eventually, with lots of effort, he managed to get her into a compliant state, as well.

For the rest of the night, he had used Libby as an obedient slave, making her do absolutely everything that he wanted her to. As for Jenny, he had simply given her two very potent post-hypnotic suggestions: She would not remember anything that had happened that night, and she would fall instantly asleep when given a specific trigger.

He had allowed Libby to remember everything, but as a safeguard, he instilled in her feelings of contented obedience and a deep desire to be controlled by him.

“The biggest problem with that story,” Libby said when Jenny had finished, “is that I don’t remember anything like that happening. And I sure as hell don’t desire Cyril--or anyone--to control my mind.”

“That’s because Cyril got everything he wanted out of you last night,” Jenny said. “He had his fun--and so did you--and then he was bored. You were too easy to dominate. He liked that I put up more resistance, that he had to work harder to get me to obey him. So when he came back this afternoon, he hypnotized you, made you forget everything--including the desire to be controlled--and gave you the suggestion to go to sleep. Then, he went to work on me. I was easier to hypnotize that go-around because of the triggers he’d given me the first time. But I still fought his control. Over time, he broke me down. Then he spent until this evening playing with me, just like he had with you last night. And he left me with the same post-hypnotic suggestion he’d given you before, allowing me to remember everything but desiring more than anything to be under his control.”

Libby opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing. The story had completely overwhelmed her. It wasn’t that she believed it--no, it was far too absurd to be believed--but she couldn’t understand the lack of humor in Jenny’s voice or her motivation for making up something so bizarrely convoluted.

“Can we just forget about all of this and figure out what we’re going to do tonight?” she finally asked.

“I already know what we’re going to do.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to hypnotize you, and you’re going to be my slave.”

Completely frustrated that her friend wouldn’t let this stupid, unfunny thing go, Libby cursed loudly and stormed out of the room. Jenny followed her and continued talking as if nothing had happened.

“Cyril can control me whenever he wants. And I hope he does it again soon. But as much as I desire to serve and obey my him, there’s nothing within my conditioning that stops me from having you serve and obey me when he’s not around. The thought of controlling your mind appeals to me. You’re an attractive girl, and you looked really sexy while under our Master’s control. He had a lot of fun with you. But where he got bored because you never fought or resisted him, I find that total submissiveness wildly enticing.”

“You’re crazy, J. You can have whatever fantasies you want, and you can even tell them to me, if that makes you happy. But that’s as far as it goes. I’m not going to live them for you.”

Jenny frowned and nodded.

“Okay, Lib. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I guess I took this too far.”

“It’s okay,” Libby said. “It’s just, you were freaking me out.”

“Look, I have one favor--one small favor--to ask, and then I’ll drop this forever.”

“Oh, boy. Why do I know what it is?”

“Because you know me,” Jenny said with a grin.

Libby groaned, but also smiled.

“Fine, fine,” she said. “You can try to hypnotize me. If I said no, I’d never hear the end of it. Or, you’d just come into my room at night when I was sleeping and try to give me suggestions anyway.”

“Yep, you definitely know me!”

“Just no crazy or kinky stuff, okay? This is for fun, in good faith, not so you can get off on making me look like an idiot. Presuming you can even put me under.”

“Fair enough,” Jenny said. “I just want to see if I can do it. And if I can, it’ll be totally innocent. I promise.”

“All right,” Libby said with a sigh, “what’s your method?”

“I’m one for the classics,” Jenny said, as she walked into her bedroom.

She returned a moment later, holding a pocketwatch dangling from a long chain. Libby shrugged, then went over to the living room couch and made herself comfortable on it. Jenny sat down beside her and held up the watch.

To Libby’s surprise, the rhythmic motion of the watch as Jenny swung it slowly back and forth before her eyes did indeed calm her. That, and the repetition of gently authoritative words spoken soothingly by Jenny, seductively massaged away her wakefulness. She soon realized that she was in fact being hypnotized. And while that notion concerned her due to Jenny’s tale of her utter suggestibility, she could muster neither the will, nor the desire to abate the process.

Within just a couple of minutes, Libby had fallen into a deep trance and surrendered herself completely to Jenny’s will.

“Excellent,” Jenny said, lowering the watch and gazing longingly at her pretty, hypnotized friend. “Now, what should I have you do first?”

Libby understood that the question was rhetorical, rather than a command she needed to obey. So she sat quietly and awaited instruction.

“I know. Let’s start with an important rule: While you are hypnotized, you will address me as ‘Mistress.’ And you will answer to ‘Slave.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Libby said.

“Good, Slave. Next, I want you to attend my needs.”

“What are your needs, Mistress?”

“To start with...I want some wine, cheese, and grapes.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Libby left to carry out her instructions. She returned a few minutes later, placing the procured food and drink on a tray table she had set up next to Jenny.

“Good, good,” Jenny said.

She ate a slice of cheese, then a couple of grapes, then sipped the wine.

“Mmm. To complement this lovely snack, I would like a foot massage.”

Lifting her legs in Libby’s direction, she wiggled her toes. Libby took the proffered limbs, swung them around, and then sat on the couch with her Jenny’s bare feet in her lap. Skillfully, the mesmerized woman began a regimen of kneading and caressing. Jenny moaned in pleasure.

“The more you massage my feet,” Jenny said between moans, bites, and sips, “the more you will desire them. You want to not only touch them, but to worship them. The desire grows and grows every second, but you cannot act on it until I tell you to.”

As Jenny spoke, Libby continued with her massage. But her eyes grew wider and wider, and she licked her lips in wolfish anticipation. Finally, when a dribble of drool fell from her mouth onto Jenny’s toe, Jenny gave the desired order with a giggle:

“Worship them. Now!”

Libby slid out from under Jenny’s feet and onto the floor in front of the couch. Then with lustful abandon, she dove forward. Grabbing, licking, sucking, stroking, and playfully pinching the objects of arousal before her encompassed the entirety of her world. All the while, Jenny moaned, sighed, laughed, and gasped in pure delight.

When she at least grew tired of being worshipped, Jenny ordered her friend to stop. Libby complied without hesitation or complaint.

“That was amazing, Slave,” Jenny said, panting slightly. “You did very well.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You did so well that I now need attention in other areas. Here, here, here, and most importantly here. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“It’s a good thing you slept before, Slave. Because we have a long night ahead of us. And you have lots of work to do. Begin.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Libby said in the monotone drawl indicative of her entranced mind. “I obey.”