Eleanor enjoyed dining out, every outing brought such a wealth of fun.

She strode into the restaurant with a confident air of elegant control. The server at the door opened her mouth, but Eleanor twitched her hands, manipulating the jewel on the end of her necklace. The server shuddered, her eyes going into a sort of blank meditative trance as Eleanor's subtle magic worked its way into her mind and along her nerves.

"Please show me to my table," Eleanor said, running an appreciative hand along the server's side and briefly gripping her ass, "The one with the most attractive customer if you please."

The server nodded, and strode off. Eleanor's body control was rather robust, and the server moved with her normal degree of grace, winding in between tables, a faint smile on her lips as her mind rewarded her obedience with dopamine and delightful feelings of bliss. Even if nothing else happened to her, her brief service for Eleanor would lodge in her memory as being the best shift she'd had all year. A warm memory to be treasured and yearned for again...making subsequent takeovers all the easier for the older woman.

The server brought Eleanor to a table, where a lovely young couple was just beginning to sip at their drinks. The young man had short brown hair, just long enough that someone could grab a fistful of it, and brown eyes to match. He had a stocky build, clearly someone comfortable bearing heavy weight, and was too busy staring at his date to initially notice Eleanor or the server's approach. Infatuated. Adorable. The woman was equally fit, yet still with delightfully feminine curves, including her pleasantly sized breasts, her muscular thighs, and the attractive hairstyle she had chosen to wrap her blonde tresses in. She frowned in slight puzzlement as the server approached, her eyes flicking to Eleanor...and then promptly dropping into a blank trance like state.

"Sandy? Wha..." the man too looked over, and was captured. Both of them sat, a glazed look in their eyes, as Eleanor gave the server's ass another appreciative squeeze.

"Thank you darling, these two will do just fine. Why don't you bring me something fruity and fun to drink, and be a dear and put it on the gentleman's tab." She delivered a light spank, and the server hurried away with a beatific smile to obey. Eleanor looked between the two faces, and then made her mind up, slipping onto the bench next to the woman, "I don't much fancy being a third wheel, so crawl under here and start kissing my boots darling."

The man whose name she still didn't know, and didn't care to know, swiftly crawled under the table, not caring about the few curious and slightly aghast glances that the table was getting from other diners. Eleanor felt his lips begin to press themselves against her leather boots and smiled happily, snaking an arm around Sandy's waist and pulling herself into the young woman to give her a deep and searching kiss. Sandy moaned into her, and Eleanor grinned. Now that was interesting...little Sandy clearly had some rather repressed desires when it came to the opposite sex. Most satisfying.

She broke off her kiss, fiddling with her necklace again, "I simply hate dining alone on a Friday night Sandy. So you and your boyfriend are going to be my dinner guests."

Sandy nodded with dreamy eagerness, and Eleanor smiled, dipping a hand into her purse and coming out with an elegant black collar which she smoothly buckled around Sandy's neck.

"Splendid! Then lets have an enjoyable evening together."

They dined over the next ninety minutes. Eleanor continued to tease and toy with her new pets. The young man had to clean her boots, clean Sandy's shoes, and crawl out from underneath the table to kiss the server's shoes when she came by with their food. He got some pieces, hand fed to him, but otherwise remained beneath the table using his mouth for better things. Eleanor wasn't greedy. She let Sandy experience that tongue as well...but no orgasms for her pet. No, just some teasing reminders of what could have been hers...but that now belonged to Eleanor. Sandy was allowed to eat, but was mostly just there as eye candy...and a kissing partner as Eleanor enjoyed the good food and the furtive attention from other diners and waitstaff.

It was a curious thing, her jewel. Anyone could observe from afar and have a general idea of what was going on...yet come too close and they would be sucked into a basic trance like state, utterly open to gentle suggestions from Eleanor that would seem like their natural desires when they exited the sphere.

Soon enough most of the waitstaff were ever more effusive in their service, bowing and curtseying, in some cases even crawling between tables to serve the customers. Many customers in turn found themselves eating their meals on the ground. The more attractive ones knelt in a rough circle around Eleanor's table, stripped to varying degrees and gazing adoringly up at their temporary Mistress with their arms behind their backs and chests thrust out for her to glance at appealing pecs or breasts as she chose.

It was a lovely evening, but Eleanor was hardly the retiring sort to retreat back home after a meal. It was Friday night after all, which meant partying and clubbing into the wee hours of the morning...with a suitable entourage in tow. Finishing her meal, she made certain that one of the wealthy couples would be footing her bill, and then she ordered the young man whose date she had interrupted out from under the table. She wrapped a collar around his neck too, and then did a slow circuit of the kneeling and adoring pets she had acquired over the course of her meal. She could afford to be rather picky about playmates at this early stage int he evening, and so only one more woman was selected, a busty redhead who was wearing a slinky evening dress. Eleanor took her time groping those delightful orbs, before collaring the woman and having her accompany Eleanor and her submissive couple.

She strode over to the door, delivering one last command, "You will all continue in the manner I have ordered you to enjoy your evening here for another hour...at which point you may resume your normal attire and activities. You will remember nothing apart from how enjoyable tonight was, how much you adore me...and how happy you are for these three that I am taking with me."

With that Eleanor strode forth from the restaurant, an arm around the waist of Sandy, her other arm squeezing the ass of the nameless young man. The busty redhead, a woman of some means, was left to walk behind the trio, carrying their effects. An invisible leash keeping her only a pace behind her new Mistress as Eleanor led them unerringly in the direction of the first of many clubs. The trio of unwitting and entranced captives would be with her all night long, for once Eleanor had decided to collar a pet, she kept them for at least the full evening...sometimes even the whole weekend if she could manage it.

For her couple, that is precisely what she intended. They could forget about one another for a few days, and instead expend all their energy on frantic service to her. Pleasuring her, easing her life with in person service as maids or cleaners. She intended to see to it that the young man she had taken spent at least Saturday in full ponyboy regalia, pulling her and his girlfriend around in the small cart that she kept at her house. Well, it wasn't technically her house, merely the manor that one of her more permanent pets owned. Margaret was such a feisty one, and had been well on her way to achieving notoriety as the kinky heiress that the tabloids loved to pursue...before Eleanor came into her life. Now she still attended the wealthy galas and other such high society events that she had enjoyed before, but she was no longer a hunter. Now she was an owned pet, and proudly sported Eleanor's collar for all to see...not that anyone knew Eleanor, which was how the woman liked it. It allowed her to do things like tonight, and abscond with this delightful couple and bring them back for a weekend of kinky fun.

As for the redhead, who was indeed quite a wealthy and important woman in her own right, Eleanor would be taking her to one of the more intense BDSM clubs in the city...where she would enjoy parading her around on the end of her leash, naked and bound for all to see. Perhaps she'd offer up the woman's tongue for others to use...but just as equally she might simply enjoy using this wealthy and powerful woman as her own personal pack mule, having her fetch and carry throughout the night. She hadn't quite decided yet what her fate would be...and there was little reason to get ahead of herself. Eleanor had all night and more besides to make up her mind.

It wasn't as if any of her pets, or bystanders, could resist being placed in a tranced state. Control of their bodies and minds lost until Eleanor tired of them.

She grinned to herself, squeezing the asses of her latest conquests. A woman could certainly get used to this. Perhaps she needed to expand the scope of her efforts. Really embrace her villain arc.

It wasn't like anyone could stop her...