"I'm heading out in a minute," Vivi said. "Don't forget that your appointment is at 11."

The gorgeous, dark skinned young woman stood in the hallway outside the living room. She wore a stylish blouse and skirt combo, and held in her hand a fashionable pair of boots that she would put on at the front door.

"Look at you, looking fine," Shannon said.

The blonde, beautiful, and freckled young woman lounged on the living room sofa. She wore pajamas and had her bare feet resting on the coffee table.

"Did you hear me, Shan? You have to be there at 11."

"Yeah, sure, I've got an hour and a half. Plenty of time. Did you hear me? I said you look fine."

"Thanks, that's sweet," Vivi said with a nod and a smile. "All right, gotta go."

"Wait! Don't I get a goodbye kiss?"

"Why don't you get up off the couch and come give me a kiss over here? That way, you'll be right next to the bathroom, and you can start getting ready."

Shannon got up and padded over to Vivi. She kissed her girlfriend passionately. Then she watched as Vivi first put on socks, then her boots.

"I do like those," Shannon said wistfully, "but it's still a shame to cover up those sexy feet of yours."

"I'm not going to walk through the city barefoot," Vivi said. "And it's not like you don't get to see my feet all the time."

"But I want to see them now."

Rolling her eyes, Vivi finished with her boots and grabbed her purse.

"I know," Shannon said. "I'll hypnotize you and make you forget that you have to go out. Then you and I can have some fun."

"You're such a nut," Vivi said with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "How about this? Later on, I'm going to hypnotize you and then brainwash some of that craziness out of your head. But right now, I'm leaving. Love you. Bye."

"Love you, too. Bye."

Once Vivi had left, Shannon plodded back to the sofa and plopped back down on it.

"No craziness to brainwash out of my head," she said to herself through a dejected pout. "But go ahead and try. Except--oops!--how will you? Because before you know it, you'll be my hypnotized slave, mindlessly obeying all of my commands."

A gleeful smile spread over her face, as she imagined all the things she would do to her brainwashed girlfriend....


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Shannon arrived at her appointment 20 minutes late, which in her mind meant pretty much right on time. She checked in at the front desk, where the receptionist either didn't notice or didn't care about her tardiness. Vivi would not have approved of the implicit reinforcement of Shannon's behavior, but of course she wasn't there to give any kind of eye roll, head shake, or verbal admonishment.

Entering the small but crowded waiting room, Shannon took one of the few empty seats. She sat down next to a cute but nerdy woman with long dark hair and glasses as thick as the sci-fi paperback she read.

"What are you in for?" Shannon asked with a grin.

"Huh?" the woman said, looking up from her book.

"I was making a joke, you know, like we're in jail."

"How is this like jail? I'm here voluntarily. In fact, I want to be here. I'm being paid to participate in a research experiment."

"Yeah, me, too," Shannon said defensively, then under her breath, "Sheesh, just a joke."

A few minutes later, the nerdy woman's name was called. She put her book away and stood up.

"Give 'em hell," Shannon said.

The nerdy woman looked questioningly at her. Shannon sighed.

"Hope all goes well," she said.

"Uh, thanks. You, too, I guess."

Shannon sat alone and bored for several more minutes. Then she heard her own name called. She got up and walked over to the front desk. There, an energetic grad student named Dina greeted her.

"Follow me, please," Dina said cheerfully.

"At what point do I get paid?" Shannon asked, trying hard to not sound greedy but feeling that she wasn't succeeding.

"After we're done. There'll be refreshments, too. And a complimentary T-shirt."

Dina sounded way more excited than Shannon thought a research assistant in charge of greeting, refreshments, and shirt giveaways should. As they walked (and Dina talked), Shannon observed that her guide was pretty and had a nice figure, along with being hyper-enthusiastic, very chatty, and quite boring. Before she knew it, she began daydreaming about the young woman...

Dina, as somber, uptight, and quiet as she was attractive. Dina, sitting in a nightclub, thinking she'd rather be preparing her research paper for peer review. Dina, getting called up on stage by the performer, a hypnotist. Dina, trying to refuse the invitation but being pushed to go up by her friends. Dina, not hiding her doubt and disdain for the supposed trance the hypnotist claimed he would put her into. Dina, finding herself slowly but surely captivated by the induction. Dina, going under. Dina, being highly suggestible. Dina, shedding her will, shoes, and dignity, not necessarily in that order. Dina, mindlessly obeying every command she was given. Dina, already barefoot and now getting ready to strip off the rest of her--

"Shannon?"

"Hm?" Shannon said, snapping back to reality.

"Are you okay?"

"Yep. Uh-huh. Great. Perfect. Fine."

"All right, good. We're here."

Dina showed Shannon into a small room. It housed a plush recliner that took up most of the floor space. On the wall in front of the chair hung a large TV. There were no other furnishings, other than a small table by the door.

Shannon took in her new surroundings. For the two scheduled hours of the experiment, this would be her home. The chair, at least, looked comfortable. The TV looked promising, too, provided she got to watch a movie or show of her choosing.

"Any chance I get to pick what I watch on that?" she asked hopefully.

"I can't give away any details of the experiment," Dina said with an apologetic smile. "We don't want to bias our results."

"That means no," Shannon muttered to herself.

"Anyway," Dina went on obliviously, "you can put your personal items on the table. Then, all you need to do is take off your shoes, sit in the chair, and get comfortable. Once you're ready, we'll get things moving. Okay?"

"Tell me something, would you keep smiling like that if I clocked you right in the kisser?"

Dina kept smiling because Shannon never said the words she was thinking.

"You got it," Shannon said through a forced grin.

After dumping her wallet, keys, and phone on the table, she took off her shoes and socks, and then sat in the chair. To her pleasant surprise, it proved to be even more comfy than it looked. The controls to recline it were electronic and resided in its padded arm. She immediately began playing with them.

Dina probably said something else to her, but Shannon didn't notice as she toyed with raising and lowering the chair's head and footrest. She finally found the perfect position of slightly reclined with feet elevated. Only then did she realize Dina had left the room and she was by herself. She shrugged and began looking around.

There wasn't much to see in the mostly empty room, so she settled on her reflection in the powered off TV screen. Within its mirrored black surface, she could see her face hovering directly above her bare soles. She wiggled her toes playfully, just to have something to watch.

Then the lights dimmed, and she heard Dina's disembodied voice.

"Hello, Shannon. We're ready on this end. How about you?"

Presuming that she was being observed via some camera that she couldn't see, Shannon gave the thumbs-up sign.

"Great!" Dina said, confirming that she could indeed see Shannon. "Here we go..."

The TV turned on and began displaying a random montage of images. Some were mundane, others were beautiful, and still others were downright strange. Shannon didn't find any of them interesting, but she kept watching them because she figured that's what she was supposed to do for the experiment.

After a couple of minutes, her nose began to itch. Whether the itch stemmed from an actual irritant or was a psychosomatic way to briefly give her something to do, she didn't know. Not that it mattered. She had an itch, and she needed to scratch it.

But when she tried to bring her hand up to her nose for scratching, she found that she couldn't. Nor could she raise her other hand. In frustration, she looked away from the TV and down at her arms.

Smooth metallic bands encircled both her wrists, securing them to the chair's armrests. Additionally, the same kind of bands restrained her ankles. They had somehow moved into place so noiselessly that she hadn't noticed.

"Hey!" Shannon called out. "What the hell? I didn't sign up for a bondage scenario! I'm not doing this! I quit! Let me out!"

Either the room wasn't mic'd for sound, or Dina was ignoring her, because nothing happened. She continued struggling and yelling for another minute or so, until she grew tired and paused to rest. That's when she noticed that the images on the screen had changed. No longer random, they had instead become a single visual: a vibrantly colored, swirling, flashing spiral set against a milky, undulating background.

"Huh," Shannon said, momentarily forgetting her predicament as she watched this new and finally interesting image.

But soon enough, realization of her situation returned to her. She kept watching the screen, but she renewed her struggles to break free.

"So, I'm bound to a chair and forced to watch some retro 60's psychedelic hypno-pattern," she said. "Does that mean the purpose of this experiment is to see if you can hypnotize girls like they used to do in old movies and shows? If it is, I'll save you the trouble: No, you can't! Now why don't you stop the animated pinwheel and let me out of here?"

As with her earlier outburst, she received no response. She sighed and continued her efforts, grumbling to herself as she did.

But neither her grumbles, nor her struggles lasted long. Both took a lot of energy and focus that she just didn't have. Soon, her focus started to waver even more, and she began to inadvertently daydream again. This time, her imagination turned to her sexy girlfriend...

Vivi, in the chair, barefoot. Vivi, restrained and struggling. Vivi, seeing the swirling, flashing pattern on the screen. Vivi, defiant, unwilling to submit. Vivi, slowly growing sleepy. Vivi, losing her fight to stay awake. Vivi, slipping into a trance. Vivi, having no will. Vivi, listening, repeating, obeying. Vivi, receiving post-hypnotic suggestions. Vivi, waking up. Vivi, released and unaware of her brainwashing. Vivi, going home with Shannon, still barefoot and unknowingly submissive and subservient. Vivi, fulfilling all of Shannon's fantasies....

"She's ready," Dina said.

The grad student stood in the doorway of the small room where Shannon sat. Behind her, in the shadows, stood another person. 

"Be careful when you go in," Dina said. "Don't look at the screen."

The person moved forward into the room, revealing herself to be Vivi.

"Is it really that potent?" Vivi asked doubtfully, though she still followed the advice and kept her gaze away from the TV. "It seemed like Shannon was poo-pooing its effectiveness."

"Oh, it's plenty effective," Dina said with a laugh. "Shannon may have thought it was lame to begin with, but the induction worked. She's completely under and extremely suggestible."

In punctuation of Dina's point, Shannon stared wide-eyed at the screen. She gave no indication that she was aware of anyone or anything but the hypnotically swirling spiral. Vivi walked up to stand beside her.

"Shan, can you hear me?"

"...Yes."

"Do you know what's happening?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"You've been hypnotized by the spiral and are being brainwashed into my sexy slave," Shannon said with a mischievous grin.

"No, that's not what's happening," Vivi said, rolling her eyes.

Her suggestible mind accepting what it was told, Shannon's grin devolved into her trademark pout.

"What's happening," Vivi continued, "is that you've been hypnotized, and now I'm going to brainwash you. Just like I said I would. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You will address me as Mistress. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Vivi turned to Dina, who had watched the back and forth between the two girlfriends with a smile of approval.

"I think I can take it from here," Vivi said. "Thanks for all your help."

"You sure can," Dina said. "And you are absolutely welcome. Call if you need anything. Otherwise...enjoy!"

She left the room, and Vivi turned back to Shannon.

"Why did you think I was hypnotized before?"

"Because I started daydreaming while watching the spiral, Mistress. Before I knew it, I thought my dream was real."

"And what did this dream consist of?"

"You were sitting here instead of me, Mistress. You were strapped down like I am and mesmerized by the swirling pattern--"

Though Vivi carefully avoided looking behind her at the TV, she could see the colorful spiral reflected in Shannon's eyes.

"--so I took advantage of the situation and programmed you into submission and obedience."

"Is that a turn on for you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Shannon said, grinning again.

"Well, that is the first bit of craziness I'm going brainwash out of you," Vivi said. "Listen to me very carefully, Shannon: You are not turned on by the thought of controlling my mind."

"I'm not turned on by the thought of controlling your mind, Mistress."

"You have no desire to hypnotize me, nor to brainwash me."

"I have no desire to hypnotize you, nor to brainwash you, Mistress."

"Instead, you are turned on by the thought of me controlling your mind."

"I am turned on by the thought of you controlling my mind, Mistress."

"You very much desire to be hypnotized and brainwashed by me."

"I very much desire to be hypnotized and brainwashed by you, Mistress."

"Excellent," Vivi said, now smiling herself. "Now, it's time we do something with that foot fetish of yours. Do you like my feet?"

"No, Mistress," Shannon said to Vivi's utter surprise. "I don't like them. I love them. I love your sexy feet."

Vivi laughed at her girlfriend's very literal response.

"Fair enough. You love them. So the next time you want to show me affection, you will start with my feet. You will give them a soothing massage. Then, you will worship them. You will do so until I tell you that you can stop. And you will love every second of it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Shannon said longingly.

"Last but not least, you're going to forget everything that has happened today since I left home this morning. You're going to forget that you had this appointment and that you've been hypnotized and brainwashed. But you will act on all the suggestions I've given you. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Vivi nodded, feeling that she had made good use of this session. And given Shannon's newfound desire to be hypnotized, she would have plenty more sessions in which to further the control she had over her suggestible girlfriend. For now, it was time to wrap things up and go home.

Soon, Dina responded to a call from Vivi and returned to the room. She raised the lights, turned off the TV, and released the chair's restraints.

A few minutes later, Vivi led Shannon into the waiting room. Shannon now wore a new, slightly stiff T-shirt, which bore a simplified, monochrome graphic of the spiral pattern that had hypnotized her. As they neared the exit, Vivi noticed two other young women. One of them had long dark hair, thick glasses, and a pretty face. She wore a passive, sleepy expression and followed the lead of her partner, just as Shannon did. She also wore the same new T-shirt. Vivi briefly wondered what that woman's experience had been like in the hypnosis chamber. She smiled at the possibilities. Then she turned her attention back to Shannon, ushering her entranced girlfriend out to the car.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Shannon blinked. She took a deep breath and shook her head, as if to clear away cobwebs she didn't realize were there.

"Huh?" she said, feeling like someone had said something to her.

"I asked how your day was," Vivi said from next to the front door, where she was removing her boots and socks.

"Oh, yeah, it was good. I think."

Looking down, Shannon noticed that she was in her pajamas with her bare feet propped up on the coffee table. She had a vague feeling that she had been dressed--and even gone out--but that was odd because she knew she'd been here, like this, all day.

Vivi walked into the living room and sat down next to Shannon on the sofa.

"I'm beat," she said with a sigh. "I must've walked all over town."

"Here," Shannon said, gently taking her girlfriend's feet into her lap. "Let me give you a massage."

"Mm. That's nice. Mmmm."

"Hey, Vi, have you ever wondered what it would be like to...control someone's mind? To make them do whatever you wanted?"

"No, can't say I have. But now that you mention it, it's kind of intriguing."

"Yeah, it is, right?"

"But how would you do it?"

"Well, maybe...hypnosis. Hypnotize them and give them suggestions that they have to follow."

"Are you all right, Shan? You look flushed."

"What? Oh, I'm fine. I'm just, you know..."

"No, I don't know. You're what?" Vivi asked coyly.

"I'm just wanting...wanting to..."

Shannon licked her lips. Then she raised up Vivi's feet and began licking them. Vivi giggled in delight.

"So, what about hypnotizing someone and controlling their mind?" Vivi asked.

"Would you maybe want to...do that to me?" Shannon said, breaking just long enough to get the words out and then immediately returning to her worship.

"You know, I think I'd like that."

"You would?"

"Sure. Once I'm satisfied," Vivi said, wiggling her toes, "I'll be glad to hypnotize you."

Shannon's eyes went wide with anticipation. Then, all but mad with desire, she took to Vivi's luscious feet once more.

Vivi enjoyed the worship of her brainwashed girlfriend for a long, long time. Then, true to her word, she hypnotized Shannon again and continued to enjoy herself for the rest of the evening.