The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Ophelie Guillaume smiled slightly as she rode along the city streets, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing through her long snow white hair. Her silver Bentley Continental had its top down, allowing the wind to flow over her freely. It was one of her few indulgences, little things to lift her spirit and give her some measure of joy and pleasure in her life. Indeed, the only greater pleasure would have been to be the one driving the car itself. Alas, her ability to See the Unseen did not fully compensate for being effectively blind, so she had to settle for allowing her devoted lover and slave, Shari, to drive in her stead. 

Though she rarely left her compound, she had dressed for the occasion, sporting a colorful sleeveless sundress of brown, green, yellow and other earth tones to match her mocha skinned complexion. A simple hair band kept her hair out of her face, yet allowed its length to flourish and flow freely in the wind. For jewelry, she had kept things simple, with a pair of platinum emerald rings, one for each hand, a single strand of white pearls around her neck, and a pair of matching toe rings, for the middle toe of each foot. And, although she preferred being barefoot, for her outing, she had worn a pair of pristine white flip-flops.

Shari, on the other hand, was dressed a bit more practically. Away from their home, her priority was that of a bodyguard, and so she had dressed deceptively casually, in a simple loose-fitting, long-sleeved black blouse and jeans that covered the thin but very effective kevlar vest underneath. Her dark hair was in a tight bun, and the Israeli trained assassin had a number of small but deadly knives secreted on her, strapped tightly to her thighs along invisible slits for easy and quick access. Finally, her feet were clad in a pair of flat strappy sandals, with her toenails painted a pale eggshell white to match those of her Mistress.

As Shari turned down the boulevard, taking the read leading back to their home, Ophelie suddenly stiffened. Her white sightless eyes widened behind her dark stylish sunglasses. Shari, ever aware of her Mistress’ moods, glanced at the side in concern. “Is something wrong, Mistress Ophelie?” she asked. 

The elderly hypnotist merely waved a hand. “No, no, nothing at all,” she stated, frowning slightly. “Just caught a bit of a chill all of  sudden.”

“Would you like for me to pull over and raise the roof?”

Ophelie shook her head. “No need, my Most Loyal, we will be home soon. Let us continue on.”

Nodding obediently, the Israeli slave continued on in silence; meanwhile, Ophelie’s mind raced.

Am I suddenly gone senile? Can it truly be? I’ve not felt that sensation... that presence in nearly forty years. Yet I know it as intimately as I know my own self. She sighed softly. No. There is no mistake. And the feeling increases the closer we get to home, as does my conviction, she thought. 

A few minutes more and they were driving through the outer gate of Ophelie’s mansion, Shari skillfully maneuvering the car along the long stone driveway to the main house with a practiced hand. Despite her Mistress’ assurance that everything was fine, she couldn’t help but be concerned. Though her outward appearance was completely placid and calm, Shari knew her Owner too well not to sense the tension within her. Something was amiss... something that apparently troubled the elderly woman more than the prognosis she had just received. Parking the car, she surreptitiously released the snaps on the hidden holsters housing her knives in case they were needed, before walking around to open her Mistress’ car door. 

Walking to the front entrance, Ophelie paused to consider her actions as Shari unlocked and opened the door. A confrontation of sorts was about to occur. That much was certain. And while she had no idea of what would happen, or even how she felt about her visitor, the one thing she knew was that she did not wish to fight. Following her Most Loyal inside, she let out an audible sigh, shaking her head ruefully.

“Well, now,” she said aloud, raising her voice, “after all this time, no letter, no card, no phone call.... and now, all out of the blue, an unexpected visit?” She placed a hand on Shari’s shoulder as the slave went instantly into bodyguard mode, reaching for her knives. 

No, no, my Most Loyal, she told her beloved telepathically, No violence. No matter what happens I wish you to simply stand and watch and listen. You will not intervene.

Shari bit her lip, but nodded silently. Yes, My Mistress, she responded, obeying despite her nearly overwhelming concern. As in all things, I shall obey you, she agreed reluctantly.

Aloud, Ophelie glanced towards the hallway. “Well? Are you going to come out and greet me?” she asked in challenge. “I’m too old and too blind to play ‘hide n seek’ like children. If you wish to see me, then come out and do so.”

Her words were greeted by a soft chuckle, and a woman emerged from the hallway almost if she had been invisible.

In a manner of speaking, she had, having been concealed by a hypnotic stealth-aura.

Archdomina Annika Catherine Maria Pemberton strode confidently into the room, dressed in her traditional garb of a long flowing skirt and nothing else save her jewelry. Today her skirt was sky blue, and her long thick mostly grey hair was down. Her customary green dolomite pendant hung between her breasts, the silver piercings in her nipples glinting softly in the light.

Despite her age, Annika moved with easy grace, her body remaining fit and strong.

Her dazzling green eyes twinkled with playful confidence.

“I do indeed wish to see you, my old friend. Please forgive the unannounced visit and intrusion into your home. I meant no offense, Grand Mistress Ophelie,” Annika said, using a title only she traditionally bestow.

Annika bowed respectfully.

Behind the Archdomina, another woman emerged from the hallway; perhaps forty, she was stunningly beautiful with tanned skin, short black hair and big blue eyes. She was dressed similarly to Annika, save her skirt was red and the pendant between her breasts was a green crystal. She wore silver anklets connected to toe rings by a network of delicate silver chains that denoted her as a Devoted, a slave with status higher than even a Thrall. The woman’s name was Riley, and though she herself was a powerful hypnotist she was utterly loyal to Annika, even without the years of hypnotic conditioning she had willingly undergone.

“It is an honor to meet you, Grand Mistress Ophelie,” Riley said, sinking to her knees and lowering her eyes respectfully.

Ophelie merely nodded softly. “Well met, Archdomina Annika Pemberton. It is an honor to have you and Devoted Riley in my home…uninvited you may be.” She bowed deeply in respect as well, as did Shari, who then knelt and lowered her head.

“Of course, there is no need to show me such respect, is there? I have not been a ‘Grand Mistress’ in... oh, probably longer than the Devoted here has been alive. No... I am merely an old woman with no title or standing, mostly forgotten by the world at large... as it should be.” She tilted her head to the side quizzically. “So. Have you come here to kill me?”

Annika Pemberton was rarely surprised or taken off guard, but Ophelie’s question accomplished both.

She looked shocked for a moment, but quickly regained her composure.

“Why in the name of Hypnothea would I want to kill you? I am saddened that you think that of me. You saved my life all those years ago! No, my old friend I have come to visit you at last; I have finally overcome my cowardice, though I fear I am too late,” The Archdomina replied softly.

Ophelie shrugged. “Considering how it was that we last parted company, one could not be blamed for assuming.” She smirked. “You look good, Annika... for a seventy-two year old. Not that I can see the details, mind... but you seem healthy and whole. Definitely wearing your age better than I.”

She gestured casually, and both Riley and Shari got to their feet.

“Nonsense! You look as beautiful as ever. I am aware that perhaps you are…not as healthy as you once were. Ophelie, I know something is wrong, just not what specifically; please, I should be asking your forgiveness for waiting so long to speak with you, and I have no right to ask, but…will you please share your situation with me?” Annika asked, genuine concern in her voice.

Annika’s words genuinely confused Ophelie. She had honestly expected nothing but contempt and scorn from her former friend. Considering everything that had transpired between them... no. She couldn’t accept that Annika had simply forgiven her after all of these years. Indeed, it was far more likely that she was merely trying to confirm whatever information she had gleaned about her condition before deciding on what to do next. Shaking off her introspection, she let out a soft sigh.

“Your information network is certainly as effective as ever,” Ophelie remarked blandly. “I only received the diagnosis myself two days ago. In fact, Shari and I were just returning from the doctor, who confirmed his prognosis.” She lifted her chin, and stared back in Annika’s direction. “It’s confirmed. I have cancer,” she announced calmly, emotionlessly. “Acute lymphocytic leukemia, stage three.”

Even with all of her poise and discipline, Annika looked stunned. Her expression quickly went from surprise to sad to stoic.

“I see. Ophelie, I am truly sorry. Truly. What is your outlook? Can it be treated?” The Archdomina asked quietly.

Annika had expected something like this, though she had been hoping, praying to Hypnothea that she was wrong.

The Goddess is capable of miracles, do not lose faith. That is why you are here, Annika told herself silently.

Ophelie gave few a humorless smile. “Three months. With medication, the symptoms are mild, but there is no treatment. My bone marrow is producing more white blood cells than red blood cells... so my body is slowly shutting down.” She shrugged. “Not a completely bad way to go, apparently. Mostly, I just get tired a lot faster than before. Eventually, I’ll just drift off to sleep and never wake up again.” She let out a soft sigh, forcing aside such maudlin thoughts to force a tight smile back on her face. “So you see, Archdomina, there is no need to be concerned. Your hated enemy is no longer a threat. All too soon and I will be out of your hair for good.”

If Annika looked stunned before, she now looked utterly shocked. For one of the few times in her life, she was at a loss for words.

“Ophelie…what? Have you gone mad? You are not that much older than I…By Hypnothea why would you think that I want you dead? This is…I am…,” The Archdomina stammered.

Tears welled in Annika’s eyes; she felt overwhelming sadness at her friend’s fate, a crushing helplessness that was unfamiliar to one of the most powerful women on the planet.

A feeling she did not intent to yield to in any case.

Annika was not helpless.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, composing herself before speaking again.

“Forgive my impertinence for interrupting,” Shari stated, again bowing low. “But I would be remiss if I did not kindly suggest that we move all further conversation out of the hallway and into the mansion proper.” She risked a glance at her beloved Mistress. “Mistress has had a long day, and an early start, and could do well with a chance to sit somewhere comfortable.”

Ophelie frowned but sighed ruefully. “You must forgive my Most Loyal, Archdomina, she is ever one to put my needs over proper etiquette or propriety. Yet, she has a point,” she replied, kicking off her flip flops. “We would all be better off to continue this in more comfortable surroundings.”

Annika nodded with a soft smile; she gestured to Riley, and the Devoted silently moved to stand beside the wall in the hallway, awaiting her Mistress’s commands.

“Thank you, Ophelie. I would be honored to join you, truly. And by the way, it is I who decides who has earned the title of Grand Mistress, and I say you have,” Annika said.

For an instant, a familiar, playful smile flashed on her face. She then waited for Ophelie to lead the way into the large, lavishly furnished sitting room. Shari remained behind with Riley; the two servants would stay within earshot while giving their respective Mistresses their privacy.

“You have my sympathies, Most Loyal Shari,” Riley said to her counterpart after the two powerful hypnodommes had moved out of the hallway.

“Thank you, Devoted Riley,” Shari replied with a sad sigh. “It has been... difficult. I truly hope that you never experience the helplessness and frustration of watching the one you have devoted yourself to succumb to such a fate.” Reaching out, she took the young woman’s hand, squeezing it gently. “In truth, I am more grateful for you and your Mistress’ arrival than I could ever express. I only hope that together they can mend the rift between them.”

“Actually, in that regard you might be in luck, Shari. The Archdomina brings not only the opportunity for for reconciliation, but true hope as well. I cannot reveal anymore, as it is not my place, but I can say that you should allow yourself the luxury of hope,” Riley replied with a smile.

Shari merely nodded, unsure of what to say.

In the living room, Ophelie gestured to the decor, suggesting the huge leather recliner for her guest, taking a seat on the love seat across from her. “Please, have a seat, Archdomina Annika,” she replied formally. “A bit of an indulgence of mine, the seat has a heater, and a vibration function—perfect for relaxing after a long hard day.” She smiled slightly, reclining in her own seat, as the foot rest rose to cradle her bare feet. “I must say, Archdomina... I am... surprised. Your reaction isn’t what I expected. I’d thought...” she began, only to falter. Sighing, she shook her head. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. May I ask what your intentions are? What is it that you intend to do to me?” She managed a small smile. “Whatever it is, I shall comply. I have no desire to fight with you anymore. And... whatever punishment you choose to dole out, I am sure I deserve…,”

Annika chuckled, raising her own footrest.

“My Goddess, you do seem to want me to be angry. I do not intend to punish you at all, Ophelie. When did you become so dramatic? Is it so hard to believe that I harbor no ill will toward you? That I might have released my anger? You were-are-my dearest friend. I am the one who waited too long to reach out, to swallow my own stupid pride. Now look at us; old and…well, Hypnothea teaches us not to dwell on the past. Have you forgotten, She is not without mercy and forgiveness? How am I to be closer to Her if I refuse to do something that She herself is willing to do? As to my intentions, well we shall get to that. First I would like to enjoy some time catching up with you, Grand Mistress Ophelie,” The Archdomina said, winking.

Ophelie frowned, disbelief on her lovely face. “Arch... Annika,” she stated tersely. “I cannot accept this. You simply cannot be this naive, this... forgiving! You are the world’s supreme hypnodomme! I betrayed you! I turned on you, tried to take everything away from you! I fought you, tried to destroy you! And... you can’t just allow something like that to pass! You are the Archdomina. You are the most powerful hypnotist... the most powerful woman, on the planet! Goddess bless, you need only exert your will and you could crush me like an insect!” She sighed, forcing her hands to unclench. She was getting overly emotional, delving back into their past. She needed to try and stay calm, and be mindful of her blood pressure, but she needed to understand why her friend was acting in such a way.

Annika sighed and shook her head.

Then she took a deep breath and smiled.

“Again, that is not my intent, my love. If you are trying to anger me into punishing you, it will not work,” Annika said kindly.

Now Ophelie sighed.

“We grew up together,” she said in a soft voice. “I was just another orphan trying to survive in the streets when your family took me in. I was so grateful, to them and to you, for giving me what I’d never had. It was you that taught me what it was to be a True Hypnotist... you that helped me discover my own power and talent. I truly owed you everything.” A small smile creased her lips. “We grew to be so close... companions, friends, lovers. And my race and background it never ever bothered you. I truly loved you, Annika.”

Annika listened respectfully while her friend continued.

Ophelie’s smile faded. “But... as we grew older, as our power grew, so did our ambitions. No... MY ambition. The more power I gained, the more I began to crave. When I found that copy to the Art of True Hypnosis on that trip, as we shared in its lessons, its knowledge, my desires only grew.” She sighed. “I hated that we had limits... that we couldn’t simply use our powers freely to take whomever and whatever we wanted at any time. I began talking about wanting to become the Archdomina... the most powerful hypnotist in the world. And with you at my side, we could rule this world. We could have everything we ever desired...”

Annika nodded sagely.

“I would venture that we have both achieved much, if not all, of that. True, I did not desire the title of Archdomina like you did, but I would be lying if I said that I did not covet it. Ruling the world might have been a tad ambitious, but ruling everyone we come in contact with, that was feasible. I would wager we have both dominated our share of people, and then some. I call that success as a Hypnodomme. I craved power too, and still do. I am not ready to relinquish my position, nor concede to age; I have many, many more people to dominate before I am finished. You, however, are not one of them, my friend,” Annika said kindly.

The sexy Archdomina rose and walked over to the room’s well-stocked bar and poured herself a glass of fine scotch. Sensing that Ophelie would not want alcohol, she placed some of Ophelie’s rare, expensive tea leaves into strainer, then dropped it into a cup of water. Annika chanted a spell, using magic to quickly heat the water to the perfect temperature. She handed the steaming cup to Ophelie before retaking her seat.

“Thank you,” Ophelie said, demurely, taking a long sip. “That was always my goal, Nika,” she murmured softly, using her pet name for friend. “For you and I to share in everything the world had to offer. And I worked with that goal in mind. When we became High Mistresses under the old Archdomina, I knew it was only a matter of time. I felt like it was just within my grasp.” She chuckled bitterly. “I foolishly believed that it was my fate... my destiny. I had been chosen by Hypnothea herself. taken from the lowest gutters of the streets and risen to the very highest heights. I’d been blessed with wealth, knowledge and power. And when the old crone announced she was going to retire, that she was choosing her successor... I knew my time had come.”

She shook her head. Again, she forced her hands to unclench, forcing back the ever present anger and frustration from her past. “And then... she announced that she has chosen you as her successor. And you accepted.” Ophelie’s breath went harsh, panting, her long buried past dug up again, forcing her to feel that same hurt and betrayal again as if it were new. “You... accepted! Even knowing how much it meant t me... how I’d always always talked about becoming Archdomina myself! And... I’d done everything possible to make it happen! I’d even subdued and hypnotized the other High Mistresses, one by one, convincing them that they did not want the title, making the turn down the offer when the former Archdomina interviewed them!” She turned to glare in Annika’s direction. “All of the others... but not you, Nika! Not you... my most loyal friend! You knew how important it was to me... I never even dreamed that you would betray me that way!”

Annika’s expression hardened just a bit.

“Perhaps it was arrogance on my part, but I did not see it as betrayal; I never thought of myself as superior to you. I intended for you to rule with me. I needed you. The position of Archdomina is a responsibility as much as it is a an honor. I felt that I deserved the title as much as anyone, and when The Archdomina offered, I accepted. True, I expected you to be happy for me, but in hindsight I should have realized how much it would hurt you. For that, I apologize, Ophelie. I do not apologize for becoming Archdomina, but I apologize for hurting you. I should have thought about it more carefully, discussed it with you before I accepted. I would have been happy to let you claim the title and help you rule,” Annika said, sipping her scotch.

The two women were silent for moment, allowing the rising tension in the air to dissipate.

“All that time... you’d never mentioned your own desire for the title,” Ophelie continued. “And... yes... even if you meant us to rule together, with me at your side... it was always meant to be me at the head…or so I believed,” She sighed deeply, the fire and fight dying within her. “And... we both know what happened then. I let my anger and jealousy blind me. Figuratively speaking,” she added with a small smile. “I refused to listen, to let you explain. I refused to even speak to you after that. Instead... I declared war on you, on the new Archdomina. I hypnotized and converted dozens, hundreds of followers, amassed a slave army and tried to make you submit to me and relinquish your title by force.” She hung her head. “I... used trickery and deceit... turned those closest to you against you... even the fire that nearly destroyed your home was my fault.” She raised her chin then, lip trembling. “So how... how can you sit there so calmly... so composed, and talk of forgiveness? How does the very sight of me not sicken you?” She sniffled... the tears welling up within her useless eyes. “How can you not hate me to the very core of your being... when all I can feel is hatred and contempt for myself…?”

Annika finished her drink, then rose from her seat again. She walked over to where Ophelie sat, and joined her on the loveseat.

“How can I not hate you? The short answer is the Goddess; Hypnothea, my faith in Her guides me. That, and my love for you, dear,” Annika said, taking Ophelie’s hand. She too had tears in her eyes. “The real question is, how could I hate you? I am not blameless in our rift, and I fought back, even enjoyed our little war. I was prideful, arrogant, drunk on power. I could have ended it better, sooner. I did not, and here we are. As the years went by, I did as I pleased, and I let the position of Archdomina fade into insignificance. I failed, quite frankly. I retreated into my little world, living in luxury and decadence while hiding from my responsibilities. I lost my son, an honorable man, and I retreated even further. The True Hypnotism community fell into depravity, disrespect and faded glory. They became a squabbling, ungoverned rabble, and there was no Archdomina in sight to keep order. Eventually, I met a young potential named Casey, whom I trained and came to love, and then my granddaughter Alexandria came to live with me and my passion for hypnotism and leading the community was reignited. I have been trying to clean up my mess for years, and I have decided that I want my old friend at my side while I continue to restore balance to the True Hypnotism community. I have come now to reignite your flame, my friend. I need you,” Annika said, squeezing Ophelie’s hand.

The Archdomina leaned over and kissed Ophelie’s cheek softly.

Ophelie was silent.

“What do you say, my love? I have forgiven you; can you forgive me?” she asked.

“No,” Ophelie said, surprising her. “No, Nika. There is nothing to forgive. I realized long ago that you were not at fault. All this… all of it was my fault.” She grasped Annika’s hands firmly, but gently, raising them to her lips. “Oh goddess, Nika...” she said, as the tears began to flow freely now. “I never... I was prepared to spend the rest of my remaining time here, alone, just Shari and myself, and take my shame with me to the grave.” She shook her head. “I never ever believed that I might... that we... could reconcile... that I would get the chance to apologize for what I’d done...” She sobbed then, breaking down, not fighting as Annika hugged her warmly. “Oh, Nika... please! Please! Forgive me!”

Annika smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh my Goddess, Ophelie, of course I forgive you! But only if you forgive yourself…and me. I am not blameless. The past is the past, behind us. I am focused on the future. And yes, we have one. Together, my beloved friend,” Annika said softly.

She held Ophelie close and cried along with her.

A moment or two later, finally cried out, Ophelie let out a soft weak chuckle. “Well... that was embarrassing. Sobbing like a little baby at my age.” She ran a hand lightly across her face. “And a surprise. I didn’t know these ruined eyes of mine were even capable of tears.” Lifting her chin, she kissed Annika again, lightly. “Truly, Nika, I cannot apologize enough. I would say that I would spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” she added with a soft sigh, “except that it seems too short a time to truly do so.”

The Archdomina smiled slyly, and Ophelie could feel positive energy surge from her.

“Perhaps not, darling Ophelie. You could yet have many years left, as I plan to do,” Annika said slyly.

Ophelie cocked her head quizzically.

“I just told you the reality of my situation, Nika…,” she said.

“I do not bow to reality; I am The Archdomina, the greatest hypnotist on the planet! My darling, reality bows to me. We are going to use a flower from Hypnothea’s garden to make a draught that will cure your illness. I already know where to find one, and we are going to take it. Together, like in the old days. Two powerful hypnodommes scything through any who oppose us and reveling in our power. And then you will be cured, and you will come live with me and rule by my side until I retire. Then we will enjoy our power until we are a hundred and five years old,” Annika declared with a smile.

Ophelie listened calmly, but shook her head in the end. “It is... a nice dream, Nika,” she said softly, drawing back a bit. “But it is merely that... a dream. I lost my faith in Hypnothea the same day that I lost my sight. The goddess abandoned me. She found me lacking, and so She discarded me. I’m not one of Her faithful anymore, Nika. Even if you still believe, I cannot believe that She would aid me.” She managed a small smile. “But... it is enough. I have made my peace. The fact that you are here... that I can see you, be with you this way, again? It is more than I could have ever hoped for.”

Annika listened to her friend, holding her hand as she spoke. Then she smiled again.

“Ophelie, Hypnothea did not abandon you. You know better than that. She does not work that way; we serve Her, and she blesses us as She sees fit. She is fickle and capricious, but also loyal and caring. She wants you to rediscover your fire, Ophelie. To use your powers to dominate the wills of lesser people again. Hypnothea aids those of us who are strong, who dominate and take pleasure in it, who bend and break the wills of others and take what we want. All you have to do is be willing to act in her name once again. I am asking you to join me, to be at my side as I secure what is needed to cure your cancer. Former High Mistress Catherine’s brat of a daughter Sarafina has a Flower of Hypnothea in her possession. She basically told me to go fuck myself when I inquired about buying it form her. So now, I am going to take it. And I am going to do so with you at my side. I am not asking, Ophelia. I am The Archdomina, and you are a Grand Mistress by my decree. I would have your aid,” The Archdomina said firmly, her expression serious.

She continued to hold Ophelie’s hand as she spoke.

The blind Grand Mistress opened her mouth to protest…then closed it again.

Annika’s features softened and she chuckled.

“Please, Ophelie let’s do this together. I want to make others kneel at our feet again; together. Sarafina has many servants and goons, a witch and at least one allied hypnotist. They will be no match for us. I want nothing more than to take down my enemy with Grand Mistress Ophelie. I will perform a hypnotic transference with you and lend you some of my strength. Please Ophelie; a short time ago you were at peace with me killing or enslaving you. I am asking you to help me save you, so we can spend out remaining time together. I will beg if necessary,” Annika said.

Before Ophelie could reply, The Archdomina kissed her cheek.

Then she slid off the couch and knelt before her friend.

Ophelie looked stricken.

“Nika, get up! You cannot kneel before me! It is unseemly!” she said, aghast.

“I told you, I do as I please. We can hypno-duel, if you prefer; I believe we are three and three, so a tiebreaker might be in order anyway,” Annika said playfully.

Despite the seriousness of the topic, Ophelie burst out into laughter. She shook her head in amazement. That everything in her life could change in so short a time... from having no hope, no joy, no faith in anything, to once again feeling all three! It was overwhelming. It was... humbling. Closing her eyes, the aged Haitian hypnotist said a quiet prayer to Hypnothea, her first in many many years.

“Please, Annika. Rise and sit with me…while I pray,” she said softly.

Annika did as Ophelie requested, holding her friend’s hand.

Oh, great great Goddess Hypnothea, please her me. That I have truly, truly been blind all this time. Your mercy does indeed know no bounds! My one great wish, my deepest fondest request, was to one day see my beloved Nika again and make peace with her. I thought... I believed it to be the merest flight of fancy. But you, Great Goddess... despite me weakness, despite my lack of faith, you did in deed grant my heart’s desire! I swear, I pledge myself to you and your teachings once again! A genuine smile formed on her lips. I do not beg for my life, Hypnothea... but I do ask that you grant me more time... time enough to aid your chosen Archdomina, and to do whatever tasks you have yet for me... Ophelie said silently.

Finished, she opened her eyes again, smirking at her loving friend once more. “Very well, a tie-breaker duel sounds like fun. It has been ages since I indulged myself... so please forgive me if I am a bit rusty.” She took Annika’s hand again, kissing it lightly. “It would be a pleasure to duel you again, for fun this time, old friend. Though, I would argue I am still ahead, three to two.” At Annika’s pause, she chuckled. “Well, I do not count our very last duel. For one, you did indeed win... but because I gave up and surrendered to you.” Her smile became melancholy for a moment. “I did always wonder... why, at the end, when I succumbed. Why did you simply command me to kneel in surrender, then wake me? We were at war. You had me beaten. Why did you simply release me without shackling my mind to your will?”

Annika was thoughtful.

“I had considered it, I will admit. I was angry and hurt. For a time, I desperately wanted to humiliate you. I suppose I had a multitude of reasons that I did not, to be honest. I knew you had surrendered and in that moment regretted what you had done; I was hoping we could reconcile. I also knew you were so stubborn and powerful that you would be difficult to keep under control even with regular conditioning, and that it would only be serving my ego to do so. Ego and pride are part of being a hypnodomme, but the truly great ones know when to let those fall by the wayside. The truth is ultimately, I loved you and could never enslave you, just as you could not do so to me. Your surrender was enough for me to realize letting you go was the right choice. And despite our rift, you have done great things with your life,” The Archdomina said, still holding Ophelie’s hand.

She smiled kindly at her dearest friend.

Ophelie nodded softly. “I understand, my love. And... in truth, it is why at the pinnacle of our battle, I simply surrendered. I had been driven by anger and jealously... but in truth, I never wanted to harm you. I never wanted to break your spirit or your mind.” She chuckled ruefully. “Frankly, had I won, I had no plan or idea of what to do afterwards. All I wanted was to prove that I was the better choice. Alas... time has shown the truth, that you were indeed the best choice. The old Crone knew what she was doing when she chose you after all.”

Annika chuckled.

“I still say I have done a mediocre job to this point. Also, the countless people I have dominated and humiliated for my own pleasure and gain during my tenure then might disagree with you, not that their opinions matter. Thank you, Grand Mistress Ophelie,” she said.

Standing up, Ophelie made a show of cracking her neck and shoulders, before stepping back several feet, giving them room. “Archdomina Annika Catherine Maria Pemberton, I do formally accept your challenge,” she stated with a smile. “A simple duel. As to the stakes,” her smile turned wicked. “If you win, I accompany you and lend my aid in taking down the little arrogant little shit that dared to deny my beloved Nika such a simple request, and break her in a manner befitting the stupid little trollop she is!” She chuckled. “And if I win... you submit to letting me fuck my dearest lover senseless to make up for lost time... then you accompany me in taking down Mistress Sarafina and taking the Flower of The Goddess.”

Annika laughed with delight as she stood.

“I am not certain I want to win when you put it like that, Ophie; perhaps I will throw this duel so I can “suffer” through your victory,” she said playfully.

The Archdomina looked toward the door leading to where Riley and Shari stood.

“You two young ladies go and enjoy yourselves for a bit; spar, have a drink, make love, whatever you wish. Take some time and relax while the Grand Mistress and I catch up. We may be awhile; get some rest, as the two of you will be accompanying us on our quest after we get reacquainted,” Annika called.

“Yes, Archdomina,” came Riley’s reply.

In the hallway, Shari sniffled slightly, smiling beautifully as tears streamed freely down her cheeks. She glanced over at her companion Riley, the Archdomina’s devoted, who looked just as emotionally affected as she. “It would appear you were right,” she said softly, wiping her tears. “Your Mistress has indeed brought hope back to my Mistress... and so much more. I cannot recall her being this happy in all of my years at her side.” She sniffled again. “For that alone, I owe the Archdomina more than I could ever dream of repaying.”

Riley nodded.

“She is a great woman; wise, powerful, dangerous and amazing. Come, let us give them their privacy. Perhaps we can train a bit, I have heard you are an incredible warrior. After that, I would love for us to get…acquainted with one another,” the Devoted said, offering her hand.

Shari took it and led her guest down the hall as the two old friends continued their visit.

A short time later, The Devoted and Most Loyal found themselves facing off in Shari’s private training dojo, dressed in sports bras and footless leggings. Both were exceptionally skilled combatants, experts in multiple martial arts. They fought fiercely for more than an hour, and in the end Shari proved to be the better fighter by a slim margin.

Riley found herself lying on the mat, sweaty and breathing heavily as Shari straddled her chest and pinned her arms to the ground, a smirk on her face.

“Do you yield?” Shari asked playfully.

“I yield, Shari. You are an incredible warrior,” Riley replied graciously.

“As are you; I have had more time to devote to my training; I am not a master hypnotist like you are, Mistress Riley,” Shari said respectfully.

The Archdomina’s Devoted smiled.

“Do I need to hypnotize you to get you out of your clothes?” Riley asked with a raised eyebrow.

Shari replied by releasing Riley’s arms and pulling her sports bra over her head, tossing it aside.

Riley smiled as she reached up with both hands to cup Shari’s magnificent breasts.

“Mmmm…yes…,” Shari moaned softly, closing her eyes and enjoying Riley’s touch.

They had taken one another’s measure as combatants, and now would do so as lovers, strengthening the bond that had been created between them when their owners had reconciled.

Knowing each other intimately would increase their effectiveness as a team when they went into true battle together on behalf of their Mistresses.

And of course, they would enjoy it immensely.

The vigorous, gymnastic sex the Devoted and Most Loyal engaged in would appear amateurish compared to what took place between their mistresses.

“Well…that was magnificent. Even though I think you may have taken all the skin off my poor titties,” Annika said, chuckling as she caught her breath.

Ophelie lay beside her in her king-sized bed, her arm resting gently on Annika’s bare chest.

“I didn’t hear you complaining, dear. I will admit, I haven’t fucked like that for a decade or more,” she agreed, also breathing heavily.

The bedroom was a wreck; lamps were knocked over, pictures on the walls were askew, and end tables had been overturned. The bed’s ornate headboard was broken, and Ophelie’s long-unused vanity mirror was smashed.

Both hypnodommes were incredibly skilled in the art of sapphic sex, true masters of pleasuring women, and they had employed every technique they knew upon one another.

Their lovemaking had been in turns urgent, gentle, loving, rough, passionate and even competitive.

They had caused one another countless orgasms, their moans and screams of ecstasy echoing through the enormous house as they moved about Ophelie’s bedroom suite; they laughed and shrieked as they rediscovered one another’s bodies.

Eventually they had collapsed onto the bed exhausted.

The marathon sex had begun following their hypno-duel, which had been much shorter.

Annika and Ophelie had faced one another and unleashed their hypnotic power at the same instant.

Both Hypnodommes were capable of hypnotizing a normal person with a few words or a snap of their fingers; their mere presence could send weak-willed individuals into trance if they desired.

Annika and Ophelie had each released an invisible wave of hypnotic energy that would have blasted the thoughts from a lesser person’s mind, rendering them an utterly obedient hypno-slave for weeks or even months without reinforcement.

Both hypnodommes had gone into trance at the same instant.

They stood facing one another, hypnotized.

“I am yours,” Annika had said in a dazed voice.

“Your wish is my command, Archdomina,” Ophelie had said at the same time.

“You will waken and make love to me,” Annika ordered.

“Wake now and let us worship one another,” Ophelie had commanded.

Both hypnotists had snapped out of trance at the same instant.

They shared a laugh and hurried to Ophelie’s bedroom, leaving their clothes behind as they moved.

Then they had fucked.

Vigorously.

Passionately.

“Get some rest, my love. Tomorrow I will transfer some of my power to you to keep your energy up, and we will plan our assault on Sarafina’s compound,” Annika said sleepily.

“I cannot wait to go into battle alongside you again, darling. I also cannot wait to simply sit and sip tea while we talk about our grandchildren; I am told Alexandria has become a simply stunning young woman, and a powerful hypnotist as well. I also want to hear about Lady Casey and this Domina Peggy The Dragon as well,” Ophelie replied softly.

“Of course, dear. I must hear about your grandson Zebediah as well; I hear he has taken up residence in Boise. We have so much catching up to do, and I need to introduce you to my husband as well. There is much in the True Hypnotism community that will require our meddling,” Annika replied quietly, on the verge of sleep.

“All in good time, Nika. Good night. I love you,” Ophelie murmured.

“I love you,” Annika replied quietly.

The two elderly powerful women drifted off to sleep, their friendship restored and their future hopeful.