Yes, Mistress. I obey.

Naz wanted to hear those words. Really, really wanted to hear them. And not just from anyone. From her.

The bikini-clad girl walked across the sand every evening. She was tanned, toned, petite, and astoundingly pretty. Her long, black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her gait was one of ease and confidence. Before sunset, she walked in one direction. Hours later, in the dark, she walked back the way she had come before, cutting a tantalizing silhouette against the backdrop of stars.

Naz always sat in her lounger on the covered back porch of her beachfront cabana, wearing a strapless top and a wrap around her waist. Like the girl she desired, she was a mocha beauty beneath lustrous black hair, from her gorgeous face down to her lovely bare feet.

In the waning daylight, she would snack and read a book. She would wave as the girl walked by, and receive a wave and smile back. In the dark of the later evening, she would sip a drink and stare unseen as the girl made her return trip.

Yes, Mistress. I obey.

Naz yearned to hear the girl say those words. Longed to have hypnotic control of her mind. Burned to have her submit, serve, and of course obey.

But she knew it was only a dream. An unfulfillable fantasy. And there was nothing to do about such a fantasy. Except one thing--fantasize about it. So that's what she did.

Under cover of night, there on her secluded porch, Naz would visualize the scenario in her head: the girl succumbing to her induction, becoming hypnotized, and carrying out her every suggestion. As her imagination ran free, so did her fingers, finding the place where they made her feel the best. She would keep her lips tightly pursed to muffle any errant moans or squeals for the sake of secrecy. Instead of verbalizing her pleasure, she would tightly scrunch and then widely splay her toes.

Until at last, she would finish. Sated and yet not. Wanting more. Wanting it for real. Knowing she wouldn't have it.

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One evening, right on time at dusk, the girl walked by. But something was different. She returned Naz's wave, but she didn't smile. And there was something else, too. Her gait was off. Just a bit. She had a slight limp.

As she was about to pass the porch, the girl paused uncertainly.

"Hey, do you think you could help me out?"

"Sure. Of course. What's up? What do you need? What can I do?"

Naz bit her lip to stop the overeager flood of words from spilling out from her mouth.

The girl seemed not to notice. Maybe she was too polite. Or too distressed from needing help. She walked to the side entrance of the porch. Before stepping onto it, she stopped at the low-set spigot there (that was found at most beachfront properties to wash the sand from one's feet). She turned on the water and began hosing herself off from the ankles down.

As her guest took a moment to rinse her smooth, shapely soles, Naz found herself even more desirous and wanting more than ever to hypnotize the girl. She blew out a silent breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, and scrunched and splayed her toes.

"Thanks for offering to help," the girl said. "My name is Stella. I got a splinter in my foot, and I'm too squeamish to take it out myself."

"I'm Naz. And, yeah, let me try. I can probably get it."

"That would be great!"

With now clean feet, Stella limped over to Naz's lounger and sat in an adjacent chair. She then placed her right foot on the arm of Naz's seat. Naz gulped silently. Scrunch, splay. Scrunch, splay.

"Yep, I see it. Just a second. Almost got it. Ah. Ahh. There! And no blood. I think you're good."

Naz held up the thin particle for Stella to see. Stella sighed and nodded.

"Oh, my gosh. Thank you so much!"

"Sure thing. How's your foot? Does it hurt?"

"Yeah, it's still a bit tender."

"Well, you're welcome to sit here and rest it for as long as you want."

"Thanks, Naz. You're very sweet."

Naz smiled and blushed...and scrunched and splayed.

"And you know, if it really hurts, I could maybe help you with that," she said.

"It doesn't feel great, that's for sure," Stella said. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I, uh, you know, I studied hypnosis in one of my college psychology classes. So, you know, I could, uh, hypnotize you and, uh, you know, make the pain go away."

"Huh. Hypnosis. That's interesting. How would you hypnotize me?"

That sounded like agreement to Naz. Scrunch, splay. Or close to it, anyway. Scrunch, splay. Scrunch, splay. She forced herself to stop and focus on sealing the deal. If she could do that, then her unfulfillable fantasy might actually come true.

"You know," she said, "the, uh, old fashioned way."

She reached over to a small curio box on the table beside her lounger. She opened it and pulled out a silver pocket watch on a long chain. She had dreamed of doing this dozens of times. Now, she couldn't believe it was really happening.

"Right," Stella said. "The classic swinging pendulum technique. Eye fixation and concentration on the subject's part, combined with verbal suggestions from the hypnotist, to lull the subject into a trance. Makes sense."

"Uh, wow, yeah, that's how it works."

"Surprised I know so much? I took a class in college, too. Aced it, in fact. So I know all about hypnotizing people. For example, if I were going to hypnotize you, I wouldn't bother with the pocket watch. Nope. The eye fixation is already there on your part."

"What do you mean?"

"Your eyes have been stuck on my face, my boobs, my body, and even my feet--"

Stella wiggled her toes, prompting an uncontrollable scrunching and splaying of Naz's.

"--since I got here. Added to that is the very deliberate lilt I've been speaking with as I tell you all of this, and you're already half way under."

"What? No," Naz said, now flustered at how her desired scenario was suddenly going very, very awry. "You're not going to hypnotize me. I'm going to hypnotize you."

"I'm sure that was your plan, sweetie. But now that I see how easy it'll be with you, it's going to be the other way around. It's okay. Just relax. Relax. Relax and drift off to sleep."

"No way."

"Yes way, babe. You still haven't moved your eyes off of me. And if you don't soon, you won't be able to. And you're all but bouncing your head along with my words. I know just the right cadence to inject into them, and it's lulling you little by little, just like it's supposed to."

"No. N-no."

"Oh, don't fight it. Let it happen. Here, let me give you something better to fixate those gorgeous eyes on, so you'll be more willing to follow my suggestions. Otherwise, I might have to use that silly pocket watch after all..."

Stella reached behind her and undid her bikini top. She pulled it off, exposing two exquisite breasts. Naz's eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and her toes scrunched and splayed.

"Just keep staring, babe," Stella said, then with a chuckle, "As if you could stop. Keep staring, and relax. Relax. Relax. That's it. Good girl. Relax. You're feeling sleepy. So sleepy. You just want to go to sleep."

"S-sleep..." Naz said.

"That's right. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep."

Naz's eyes slowly drooped closed. And didn't open.

"My guess, given how easy that was," Stella said, "is that you're going to be very, very suggestible. Let's test that. Naz, did you really want to hypnotize me to take away the pain in my foot?"

"No," Naz said in a sleepy drawl.

"Didn't think so. Good thing for me it doesn't hurt anymore. Why did you want to hypnotize me?"

Even in her trance, Naz blushed...and scrunched and splayed.

"Because I'm hot for you. I want to control your mind, so you'll do whatever I say."

"Hot for me, huh? Well, I can't say it's not mutual. Granted, I never thought of hypnotizing you to have my way with you. But now that you mention it, and now that I have hypnotized you, it does sound good. So, what would you have told me to do?"

"All kinds of things...give me a sensual massage, kiss me, worship my feet, lick and suck my--"

"I get the idea. And I think I'll steal that idea for my own using. Anything else?"

"I would make you lust for me. And want to be hypnotized by me. And desire to be my slave. Without knowing that you were following the suggestions I gave you."

"Brainwashing, huh?"

"Yes," Naz said.

"I have to hand it to you, babe, you dream big. And I'm going to let you keep those dreams, and your desires about me, too. But, we're going to tweak them a bit. Instead of you wanting to hypnotize me, control my mind, make be pleasure you, and ultimately brainwash me, you want me to do all of those things to you. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

Naz shuddered with pleasure as she said the words. And scrunched and splayed.

"What's with the foot spasms?" Stella asked. "You have them a lot."

"When I would masturbate on the porch in the dark, I didn't want to make noise, so no one would know what I was doing. I got used to keeping my mouth closed and my 'yelling' with my feet."

"Masturbating out in the open is pretty kinky. I like it. I also like that foot action. It's fun to watch. And I think I know, but I'll ask anyway: What were you fantasizing about when you got yourself off?" 

"About you. About hypnotizing you and controlling your mind."

"You kinky little devil, you. I'm disturbed and delighted at the same time. Of course, it will be different now. What will you masturbate to now?"

"I will masturbate to the thought of you hypnotizing me and controlling my mind."

"Oh, sweetie, you are as suggestible as you are beautiful. And let me tell you, that is extremely suggestible. You and I are going to have a lot of fun together. Where, oh where shall we start?"

Stella thought for a moment. Then she told Naz what to do. With a shudder of pure ecstasy and a scrunching and splaying of her toes, Naz did as she was told.

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Naz stared longingly, and scrunched and splayed her toes. Maybe tonight would be the night. Maybe her fantasy would finally come true.

At the edge of her porch, cast in a golden hue by the setting sun, Stella washed the sand off of her feet. She smiled warmly at Naz as she did.

"I'm not late, am I?"

"No, you're not late. I'm glad you could make it."

"Of course! Thanks for the invite."

Stella finished her task, walked onto the porch, and sat down in a chair next to Naz's lounger. 

"What did you want to ask me?" she said, placing her feet up on the arm of Naz's seat.

Scrunch, splay.

"Oh, uh, remember when we talked about hypnosis the other night?"

"Hm. Oh, yeah. About whether you could use it as pain relief, right?"

"Right. So, I've been thinking about it a lot since then. And I was wondering if, uh, well..."

"Yes?"

"If you would, uh, hypnotize me," Naz said, blushing deeply. "It's something I've always wanted to try. And, you know, you said you took a class in it, so, uh, I just figured, you could do it to me." 

"Hypnotize you? Huh," Stella said, furrowing her brow thoughtfully. "I mean, sure, I could try. Do you think you'd go under?"

Scrunch, splay.

"Yeah, I think I would."

"The only thing is," Stella said, "what if once you're under, I turned out to be an evil hypnotist. I might try to have my way with you. You could end up with your lovely face pressed up against my feet--"

Scrunch, splay.

"--my boobs--"

Scrunch, splay. Scrunch, splay.

"--or any part of my body."

Scrunch, splay. Scrunch, splay. Scrunch, splay.

Stella winked. 

"I'm not too worried about it," Naz said with a forced nonchalance.

"Well, if you're sure I won't brainwash you into my submissive, subservient, sex slave, then, hey, let's do this."

Shudder. Scrunch, splay. Scrunch, splay. Scrunch, splay. Scrunch, splay.

"Yeah, let's do it."

"What's your preferred method of induction?" Stella asked.

Naz produced a long-chained pocket watch from a curio box and handed it over.

"Ah, the classic swinging pendulum," Stella said. "Tried and true. But as your hypnotist, I'd rather go with another method of eye fixation."

She undid her bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Naz's eyes went wide at the sight of those exquisite breasts. She shuddered, and scrunched and splayed her toes, and actually gasped out loud.

"That's right, Naz. Stare at my boobs. Don't take your eyes off them. You can't take your eyes off them. Now, relax. Relax. Good girl. You're feeling sleepy. Sleepy. So sleepy..."

As she began to enter a desired and blissful trance state, Naz's last conscious thought was that her fantasy had finally come true:

She would soon be hypnotized, have her mind controlled, and obediently tell Stella...

Yes, Mistress. I obey.