The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Audrey Hatch sat at her desk in her expansive twenty-fourth-floor San Jose office, concentrating on the email she was drafting.

Thirty-eight, Audrey was a slender and attractive woman with light-brown hair cut in a chin-length bob and piercing blue eyes that could intimidate the most seasoned executive. She wore a stylish white power suit and sky-high black and white-striped pumps, along with simple gold hoop earrings and a gold bracelet on her left wrist; her fingernails were painted in a perfect French manicure.

A ruthless, educated and confident woman, Audrey was a member of the board for Chrono-Tech, a diverse corporation was involved in several industries including electronics, pharmaceuticals, software engineering and weapons development.

Audrey was currently preparing to send an email to her fellow board members, detailing her opposition to a proposed split of ChronoTech’s stock.

The intercom on Audrey’s desk phone chimed softly.

“Yes, Becky?” she asked with mild annoyance.

“Ms. Hatch, your three-o’clock is here,” her personal assistant Becky replied.

Audrey noted that Becky’s voice sounded oddly subdued; her assistant was normally perky and enthusiastic to the point of obnoxiousness, something Audrey only tolerated because the young woman was extremely good at her job.

“Send them in,” Audrey replied, sighing loudly after she turned off the intercom.

A moment later her office door opened and a tall, stunning woman with shoulder-length blonde hair and breathtaking green eyes strode gracefully into the room.

Audrey judged the woman to be perhaps forty; she was fair-skinned and extremely fit, her minimal makeup perfectly accentuating her natural beauty. She wore a stylish dark green silk blouse, a black suit jacket and a short, tight black skirt. Her earrings were dangling emeralds, and an emerald pendant on a gold chain rested between her prominent cleavage. Her fingernails were painted dark red, and she wore several silver rings and bracelets. Her footwear was a pair of impractical but sexy five-inch, strappy black platform stiletto sandals, the toenails of her flawless feet painted black; a gold ring set with an emerald adorned each of her second toes.

She carried a slender briefcase, and she radiated confidence as she walked across the room.

“Hello, Ms. Hatch, I am Carla Greene with the District Attorney’s office,” the woman said pleasantly, flashing a dazzling smile framed by her full, pouty lips.

She approached Audrey’s desk she held up her I.D. in her left hand while extending her right.

“Hello Ms. Greene. Please, have a seat,” Audrey replied, rising and taking Carla’s hand.

“Thank you. I appreciate you seeing me on such short notice,” Carla replied, sitting in a comfortable chair in front of Audrey’s desk.

She set her briefcase on the floor.

“Of course; it isn’t every day the District Attorney’s office requests a meeting,” Audrey replied as she retook her seat.

In truth, the executive was annoyed as she eyed the woman seated before her.

Normally, Becky had instructions to put off any such meetings a long as possible; however, this time she had readily and inexplicably agreed to put Carla on her boss’ calendar two days earlier.

Audrey had not been pleased with her assistant.

“Damn it, Becky! You know better! Two days is too fast, I need time to prepare, to find out more about her and what she wants before we meet!” Audrey had admonished Becky after discovering the meeting on her schedule.

“I am sorry, Ms. Hatch…she is with the D.A.’s office, and I just…said yes,” Becky had said meekly after informing Audrey of the meeting.

In truth, Becky was surprised at herself for so readily acquiescing to Carla Greene’s request.

Carla had approached Becky in a local coffee shop and asked her to schedule a meeting with Audrey as soon as possible.

At least, that was what Becky remembered taking place; the encounter was a bit hazy in her memory.

Carla had been pleasant and persuasive.

“I will let this slide this time, but don’t do this again,” Audrey had warned.

“Yes, ma’am!” Becky had replied contritely.

Audrey Hatch had nodded in approval; she was accustomed to being feared and obeyed.

“I promise I will keep this brief, I know your time is valuable; my office has some questions involving an investigation of a Charles Lincoln,” Carla said, her voice serious.

Her green-eyed gaze was intense as she spoke.

Audrey was rarely intimidated by anyone, but she Carla Greene’s intense presence made the executive wary.

“Can you tell me what he is under investigation for?” Audrey asked calmly.

Carla frowned and shook her head.

“Unfortunately not at this time. Tell me, how closely to you and Mister Lincoln work?” she asked.

“Close enough, I suppose; he is part of one of the teams I oversee. Pharmaceutical trials,” Audrey answered, keeping her expression neutral.

What has that asshole gotten himself into? she wondered silently.

Carla nodded.

“Have you noticed any changes in his habits and behaviors lately?” she asked, her eyes still locked on Audrey’s.

The executive was thoughtfully for a moment.

“No, I couldn’t say that I have,” Audrey answered truthfully.

Carla nodded again.

“Okay. I need you to do something, Audrey. Listen carefully to the sound of my voice; focus on my words,” she said smoothly.

Audrey was surprised to see Carla was suddenly holding up a shiny gold pocket watch.

The watch seemed to have appeared in Carla’s had almost as if by magic, turning slowly about on the end of its chain.

“Wait, what?” Audrey asked, confused.

“I am going to ask that you follow my watch, lass. Let it draw your eyes as it swings back and forth…just relax and listen closely to my words…as you follow the watch back…and forth…relax…,” Carla said, her voice shifting to soothing Irish accent.

Her west-coast accent had been perfect.

As she spoke, the watch began to swing rhythmically back and forth; its polished surface flashing as it reflected the light into Audrey’s eyes.

“I don’t understand…,” Audrey protested.

Reflexively, her blue eyes were following the watch as it moved rhythmically back and forth.

“Feeling all the tension leaving your body now…finding it easy to simply follow the watch and listen to my voice…relaxing more and more with each swing back…and forth…feeling yourself sinking in calmness…your mind becoming quiet as you hear only my words…your muscles becoming limp as you relax deeper and deeper…your eyes drawn to the watch…you must follow it and keep listening to my voice…feeling more and more relaxed…keep your eyes on the watch…back…and forth…you cannot look away, you must follow the watch lass…,” Carla continued, the cadence of her her words matching the watch’s rhythmic swing.

Back and forth.

Audrey frowned.

It felt as if her eyes were being pulled along involuntarily by the shiny gold watch. The way it reflected the light was very soothing, as was Carla’s voice.

Audrey realized the woman was attempting to hypnotize her.

“Ms. Greene, I am not sure what you are trying to accomplish here, but I can assure you that..uh…wait, what the hell?” she said, suddenly alarmed.

Audrey tried to take her eyes from the swinging watch and found she could not.

Her gaze was riveted to it.

Following it back and forth.

“That’s it…just follow the watch and listen to the sound of my voice…notice now that your eyelids are growing heavy…as you continue to relax deeper…deeper with each swing, with every word I say…you are feeling sleepy…your thoughts are fading…it is so easy to simply let go and relax…your eyelids getting heavier and heavier…even as you continue to follow the watch…back and forth…you are sleepy…,” Carla droned soothingly.

Audrey’s eyelids began to flutter.

“I…stop…you can’t…you can’t do this…,” she mumbled.

The stunned executive was finding it difficult to form coherent thoughts as her entire body began to relax. Her arms and legs were tingling as a pleasant warmth spread through her.

All Audrey could see through her drooping eyelids was the flashing golden watch.

All she could hear was Carla’s inexplicably soothing Irish accent.

She tried to rise from her seat, but could not muster the strength as her legs felt rubbery.

“So tired now that when I tell you to close your eyes and go deep asleep you will…relaxing even deeper…you cannot think…you cannot speak…you can only listen to my voice and relax deeper and deeper…you are sleepy…I am going to count back from ‘five’, and when I reach ‘one’ to you will be completely relaxed…,” Carla said.

The watch continued to swing.

Audrey managed a whimper, then fell silent.

Her eyelids were fluttering as she tried desperately to keep them open, and she slumped forward as Carla’s voice continued to flow into her mind.

“You are sleepy…sleepy…your eyelids are heavy…the harder you try to keep them open the heavier they become…five…relaxing more and more…four…following the watch and hearing only my voice…three…ready to give in and go deep asleep for me…two…you cannot stay awake any longer…one, close your eyes and go deep asleep now…,” Carla said firmly.

Audrey’s eyes slammed shut and she leaned all the way forward, her forehead landing on her desk with a gentle thump.

Carla put her watch into her jacket pocket and regarded her latest victim with a smug, satisfied smile.

“That was too easy, lass. A woman of your stature should have resisted a little longer. No matter, time to get on with things. Audrey, listen to me very carefully…,” Carla began.

The sexy hypnotist proceeded to skillfully deepen Audrey’s trance, then gave her a series of carefully-worded suggestions that rendered the executive her helpless, obedient slave.

“Oh, and I am Mistress Monica, slave. You will address by my title at all times. Now sit up and open your eyes,” the Irish hypnodomme commanded after she had finished programming Audrey.

“Yes, Mistress,” Audrey replied as she obeyed.

Her eyes were unblinking, her expression blank.

“Very good, dear. Now then, you are scheduled to vote on your company’s stock being split tomorrow, is that correct?” Monica asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Audrey replied in a dazed voice.

“How are you planning to vote?” Monica inquired next.

“I am voting ‘no’, Mistress,” Audrey responded.

Monica grinned wickedly.

“Wrong, lass. Until the vote, you will believe you are voting ‘no’. However, at the moment Walter Banks, the board chairman, calls for the vote, you will realize splitting the company’s stock is a wonderful idea. You will know in your heart that it is what is best for ChronoTech, and you will will vote ‘yes’. You must vote yes on the stock split tomorrow, Audrey. No thought or argument will sway you to vote otherwise. Do you understand me, slave?” Monica asked.

“Yes, Mistress. I will ‘vote’ yes on the stock split tomorrow,” Audrey agreed.

“Very good, dear. This command is now a permanent part of your subconscious, and you will follow it no matter what tomorrow. You will be compelled to vote ‘yes’, and unable to even contemplate doing otherwise. There is no need to consciously remember my instructions; when you awaken, they will vanish from your conscious mind but remain deep in your subconscious, and you will follow them at the proper time,” Monica added sternly.

“Yes, Mistress,” Audrey replied.

Monica nodded her approval.

Audrey’s mind was proving to be quite easy to program.

“Very good. You are feeling wonderful, dear. Completely relaxed and ready to do anything I command. Now come, kneel before your Mistress,” Monica commanded, pushing her chair back away from Audrey’s desk.

The hypnotized executive obey, rising and moving to assume a kneeling position before Monica.

The hypnotist kicked off her designer sandals.

“Worship my feet, slave. You love them, and want to show them proper homage,” she ordered, extending her left foot bit.

“Yes, Mistress,” Audrey said without hesitation.

She took Monica’s sexy foot in her hands and raised it to her lips.

Monica smiled and closed her eyes as the entranced woman began to kiss her foot.

After lavishing kisses on Monica’s right foot as well, Audrey ran her tongue slowly along each of Monica’s soles, then began to suck on her toes.

Monica sighed with contentment and retrieved a phone from her pocket, dialing a number.

“Yes?” a man’s voice answered after one ring.

“Walter, this is Monica. It is done. She will vote the way you desire and give you your quorum. I expect the rest of my fee in my account in twenty-four hours or less. I believe I made it clear what would happen if you are even one minute late with payment?” Monica asked.

“Crystal clear,” Walter Banks, chairman of the ChronoTech board replied.

“Excellent. It was a pleasure doing business with you. Have a lovely day,” Monica said as Audrey continue her foot-worship.

“Thank you, Mistress Monica. You have a great day too,” Walter replied respectfully.

The hypnotist disconnected the call and put the phone back in her pocket as she regarded the powerful executive she had reduced to a foot-slave.

Monica was becoming quite aroused, and for a moment she considered using Audrey as a sex-slave as she had done with countless men and women who had fallen under her hypnosis in the past.

Ultimately she decided against it.

Monica smiled to herself; back when she went by “Gillian”, she would not have hesitated to make Audrey aware and then ruthlessly dominate and humiliate her until she was a broken sobbing mess.

After reinventing herself as Monica, the hypnotist had resolved to return to the discipline that had been her trademark as a very successful mercenary hypnotist.

Monica still had every intention of dominating and humiliating people she hypnotized, of course. It was her right as a powerful hypnodomme, and she immensely enjoyed it.

Monica simply realized didn’t need to do so every time she had a reasonably attractive person in her power.

Restraint was something she needed to re-cultivate in herself, Monica knew.

A little foot-worship was enough to satisfy her urges, along with the knowledge she could easily make Audrey her sex-slave.

Look at me, growing and changing at my age, she thought with a chuckle.

The hypnotist let Audrey continue sucking on her toes for a few more minutes before speaking.

“Audrey, listen carefully. You will awaken five minutes after I leave, and you will completely forget meeting with me or anything that happened while I was here. You will follow your instructions tomorrow, and you will believe that changing your vote at the last minute was your own idea. In addition, if you ever hear me and only me say ‘Executive foot-slave’, you will instantly drop into a deep hypnotized state just like you are in now, ready to obey my every command. Do you understand me, slave?” Monica asked.

“Yes…Mistress…,” Audrey replied as she continued to worship the hypnotist’s sexy feet.

Smiling with satisfaction, Monica rose and retrieved her sandals and briefcase; she walked across the room toward the door, Audrey scrambling after her, trying to continue her foot-worship.

“Stay, slave,” Monica commanded before exiting the office.

“Yes, Miss—,” Audrey’s reply was cut off by the hypnotist shutting the door in her face.

Audrey would awaken in five minutes as instructed, and be bewildered to find herself on her hands and knees near her office door.

The last thing she would remember was sitting at her desk typing an email.

Monica sauntered through Audrey’s outer office, past Becky’s desk.

The young personal assistant had been sitting quietly with a dazed expression her face since Monica had gone into Audrey’s office.

Becky had been instantly hypnotized by a trigger phrase Monica had spoken when she had entered the room.

“Becky, you will erase my name from Audrey’s calendar; two minutes after I am gone you will awaken with absolutely no memory of me being here or ever meeting me,” Monica instructed as she walked by.

“Yes, Mistress,” Becky agreed.

She immediately began to type as Monica left the office, carrying out her orders.

Monica smirked as she got into the elevator, bending to strap her sandals back on.

She was quite pleased with how smoothly hypnotizing Audrey Hatch into changing her vote had gone.

Monica had approached Becky at a coffee shop and easily hypnotized her using The Mistress’s Gaze, instructing her to add a meeting with ‘Carla Greene’ from the District Attorney’s office to Audrey’s schedule and implanting a post-hypnotic trigger to bring the young woman instantly under her control when she spoke it.

She had of course altered Becky’s memory of the encounter slightly before bringing her out trance, making certain the young woman would not recall being hypnotized but instead simply being swayed by the “attorney’s” request.

Becky simply believed that she agreed to put Carla on her boss’s calendar.

All in all, It had been an easy mercenary contract, but it felt good to Monica to have it completed.

The veteran Irish Hypnotist was back in the game as a hypnotist-for-hire.

Although the work wasn’t truly about money for Monica, it had been a very lucrative contract; Monica’s client Walter Banks had agreed to pay her two-hundred-thousand dollars to make Audrey Hatch change her vote on the stock split he was eagerly seeking.

Walter had paid half up of her fee up front as she required, and he was now due to pay the other half within twenty-fours hours of her call.

If he did not do so, he would be very sorry, just as she had warned him.

Monica was utterly without mercy for those who broke a contract with her, and had utterly ruined more than one client who had tried to cheat her.

The Hypnotist stepped out of the ChronoTech building and walked a short distance down the sidewalk to a dark blue BMW and got into the back seat.

“Take me to my hotel, Nikki,” Monica commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” the driver, a sexy young blonde woman clad in a silver halter top and jeans replied.

As her slave navigated the San Jose streets, Monica took out her phone and dialed her friend and fellow hypnotist Mistress Eden.

The call went to voicemail.

“Hello Eden, it’s Monica. The job is completed, I will be on a flight back in San Diego in two days. I will call you as soon as I’m in town. Good-bye,” she said pleasantly.

Shortly after leaving Eden a message, a different phone vibrated in her pocket indicating she had received a text message.

Monica checked the device, a cheap ‘burner’ phone, smiling when she saw who the message was from.

Her smile quickly became a frown as she read it.

Hello love. Jamie Lani is in SJ with backup, looking for you. Please be careful. S the message read.

It was from her lover, Shannon, who worked for HypnoCorp.

The company that belonged to High Mistress Charissa, who had ordered Gillian recaptured after her escape from serving as a hypnotized grape-stomper at Charissa’s winery.

“Ah Charissa, sending one of your attack dogs after me. Well this will be fun,” Monica said aloud.

Thank you dear. Love you-M she replied to Shannon.

“Nikki, you will drop me off two blocks before we reach the hotel,” Monica commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” the hypno-slave replied.

Monica leaned back and closed her eyes, dropping into a state of self-hypnosis so she could focus and prepare for what was coming, whatever it might be.

“We have arrived, Mistress,” Nikki said, bringing the car to a stop.

“You will go to the ‘Beta’ location and await my instructions, slave,” Monica commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Nikki replied obediently.

The hypno-slave would now go wait for her instructions in a cheap motel across town that Monica had rented under a false identity.

Whenever the Irish hypnotist arrived in a new city on a job, she rented a room at a no-frills hotel in addition to wherever she was actively staying, as a place to flee to in case a job went sour; in it she left cash, clothes and other emergency supplies.

Monica got out of the car, leaving behind her jacket and sandals, as well as her briefcase after retrieving a pair of black ballet flats from it. After slipping them on she moved quickly down the sidewalk toward her hotel.

Monica moved stealthily into the parking garage and quickly made her way up to the eighth level, where her room was located and she had parked her car. She silently prowled the concrete, staying in the shadows as she examined the rows of vehicles. Monica smiled as she spotted what she was looking for.

A nondescript grey van with LA-county plates.

“HypnoCorp goons, I’d be willing to bet,” Monica said to herself.

She waited patiently behind a large SUV, observing the van for over twenty minutes. Eventually, a tall well-built man with a military buzz cut dressed in a black suit got out and stretched before heading for the parking garage’s elevator, likely heading down to use the hotel lobby’s restroom.

The man was startled when Monica slipped into the elevator just as the doors were closing.

“Surprise, lad!” she said.

He grunted in pain as the hypnotist smashed her knee into his groin, doubling him over. Monica followed up with another knee to his stomach, then one to his chest that knocked him backward against the wall of the elevator.

The man gasped as he met Monica’s gaze, surprised to see her eyes were glowing with emerald green light.

The Mistress’s Gaze.

“Look into my eyes, lad…,” Monica began firmly.

By the time the elevator reached the lobby, the man was hypnotized and ready to obey her every command.

Monica stepped from the elevator and led her captive into the women’s restroom.

“Now you are going to tell me everything I want to know. You will answer all of my questions truthfully, understand?” she asked after guiding him into a stall.

“Yes ma’am,” the man replied.

Monica quickly interrogated the man, asking a dozen questions which he readily answered.

“If your companions in the van ask what took so long, say you suddenly had bowel issues. Now go,” she commanded before sending him on his way.

The man, whose name was Dane, had informed Monica that he had four associates in the van with orders to grab Monica if she showed up in the garage.

“Yes, ma’am,” Dane said, leaving the restroom.

Monica smirked as he departed. Dane was an “A-tier” hypno-slave, well trained and able to act with a fair degree of autonomy while remaining enslaved to HypnoCorp.

He’d had no chance of resisting her hypnotism.

From questioning Dane, Monica had quickly gleaned that not only were he and his companions waiting for Monica in the parking garage, but two junior executive hypnotists were now in her suite waiting for her as well.

“Who are they working under?” Monica had asked.

“Mistress Jamie Lani,” Dane had replied.

Monica paused upon hearing the name, even though she was expecting it.

She knew Jamie Lani was an extremely skilled hypnotist and fighter.

“Is she here at the hotel?” Monica had inquired.

“I do not know, ma’am, I was not told Mistress Jamie’s whereabouts,” Dane had replied.

Smart; you never know when your minions might be hypnotized by a rival…, Monica mused.

After Dane was gone, Monica walked cautiously out of the restroom and quickly made her way up to the eighth floor.

She paused outside her suite to remove her shoes, then used her room-card to unlock the door and step inside.

“Hello ladies. Mistresses Sammantha Mouser and Peyton Nichols, if I am not mistaken,” she called out loudly as she entered the suite.

Monica smiled as a pair of very attractive young women emerged from her bedroom, their expressions sheepish.

“Mistress Gillian. I am Sammantha,” the first woman said.

Shorter than Monica, she was in her mid-twenties, with chestnut brown hair streaked with blonde and bright blue eyes; she wore a blue sports bra and matching leggings, her hair in a ponytail. She wore a sapphire pendant around her neck, and she was barefooted. Her finger and toenails were both painted sky-blue.

“I am Peyton,” her companion said, nodding at Monica.

Also in her mid-twenties, Peyton was a bit taller than Sammantha and had blonde hair currently in a bun to go with her fair skin and hazel eyes. She wore a green sports bra and black leggings, a gold shamrock pendant decorated with small emeralds around her neck. She too was barefooted, her finger and toenails black, and she wore a gold shamrock toe ring on her left middle toe.

Both young women were athletic and very fit; they were poised and carried themselves with confidence as they watched Monica warily.

Monica noted that both also had fabulous, nearly perfect feet.

Charissa, you and your foot fetish, the Irish hypnotist mused silently.

“It is lovely to meet you both; I go by ‘Monica’ now, if you don’t mind,” Monica said cheerfully.

Sammantha nodded.

“If you prefer,” she said politely.

“I understand you work for HypnoCorp; my old associate High Mistress Charissa owns the company,” Monica said pleasantly.

Now Peyton nodded.

“We do. We have been assigned to bring you in,” she said calmly.

“I don’t suppose you will come quietly?” Sammantha added.

Monica smiled.

“Lass, I don’t believe I have ever cum quietly in my life, but I will do my best,” she said with a wink and a cackle at her own joke.

Both Sammantha and Peyton smiled ever so slightly.

“This doesn’t have to be messy,” Sammantha said.

Monica raised an eyebrow.

“But messy is so much fun, dear. I mean, if you two want to skip to the part where you two are worshipping me in my bed, I am prepared to do so, but it will still be…messy. And loud,” she said with a chuckle.

Sammantha shook her head, while Peyton laughed.

“You think you can take us both at once?” the blonde asked, eyeing Monica skeptically.

Monica nodded, a slight smirk on her lips.

“I know I can, dear. You are terribly out of your league, and Mistress Jamie should never have put you two in this position. I am sure we can reach some kind of agreement. If you surrender to me right now, we can go speak to her in a reasonable manner. If not, then you two will have the honor of being my latest conquests and paying tribute to every inch of my body,” she said sweetly.

Sammantha and Peyton exchanged glances and nods.

“We can’t do that; we aren’t mercenaries that can be bargained with,” Sammantha replied.

Monica snorted.

“Perhaps not; you are more like prostitutes,” she taunted.

Both Samantha and Peyton’s faces both reddened in anger.

Yes, that’s it dears, get emotional Monica thought with satisfaction.

“Screw you, bitch. We can take you,” Peyton added hotly.

“Spoken like a prostitute; ladies admire your loyalty and your confidence. Truly. But you will lose this fight,” Monica said seriously.

Peyton shrugged.

“Maybe, maybe not. Let’s dance,” she said stubbornly.

The blonde raised her hands and got into a fighting stance.

Samantha did the same, determination in her eyes.

Monica sighed in resignation.

“I am not going back to Charissa’s captivity, stomping grapes…being a slave. I will give you one last chance; call Jamie and let’s talk in a civilized manner…or I will punish you both for your insolence,” she said with lethal calm.

In reply, Peyton and Sammantha simultaneously leapt at Monica.

Both young women were expert martial artists, and Monica immediately found herself hard-pressed.

Sammantha was very fast and precise, while Peyton was dynamic and powerful.

Monica managed to block, dodge or duck each of their attacks, her movements graceful and efficient, her footwork flawless.

Sammantha and Peyton grunted and shrieked as the they continued their assault; in contrast Monica was silent, her face a mask of total concentration.

Suddenly, Monica switched from defense to offense; she lashed out with impressive speed and kicked Sammantha in the stomach, sending her sprawling to the floor, then tripped Peyton and sent her crashing down beside her.

“Had enough, ladies?” Monica asked casually.

In response, both young women leapt to their feet and attacked with renewed vigor.

Monica frowned as she gave ground, expertly foiling their attacks even as she realized that their youth and speed would wear her down eventually.

A full minute passed without a blow being landed, followed by another.

Frustration was plain on Sammantha and Peyton’s faces

Monica patiently waited for an opportunity, and eventually managed to snap a kick into an overextended Peyton’s face, knocking her stumbling back so that she smashed into an end table beside the couch, knocking over a lamp as she fell to the floor.

The strike cost Monica however, as Sammantha performed a spinning kick, her bare foot smashing into the taller woman’s temple.

Monica grunted in pain and went to one knee.

Peyton leapt to her feet and rushed forward, intending to kick Monica in the face.

Monica dropping to her knee had been a feint, however; the Irish hypnotist stood suddenly and swept Sammantha’s feet, knocking her to the floor and kicking her in the face, stunning her.

An instant later, she caught Peyton’s foot in mid-kick, inches from her face.

“Look into my eyes!” Monica said loudly, gripping the young woman’s foot tightly with both hands.

Peyton gasped as she met Monica’s gaze.

The Irish hypnotist’s eyes were blazing with green light, invisible hypnotic energy lancing out from them into Peyton’s eyes.

“Oh fuck…,” Peyton said, astonished.

“That’s it dear…look deep, deep into my eyes! Feel yourself growing stiff as your mind starts to go blank…your thoughts are fading away as you keep looking deeper, deeper into my eyes…your body is locking up…you are becoming stiff as a board…you cannot move or think…you are stiff, rigid…unable to move…unable to resist…you are hypnotized!” Monica declared.

She was channelling tremendous hypnotic energy from her eyes into Peyton as she spoke.

“I am…hypnotized…,” Peyton mumbled.

The blonde’s body stiffened as she dropped into a trance.

Monica released Peyton’s foot, and it remained in the air.

The young woman was frozen in mid-kick, eyes wide and staring.

Monica barely managed to duck a kick from Sammantha, who had gotten back to her feet.

“Haaa! Yaaa!” Sammantha screamed as she launched a series of rapid, powerful kicks at Monica.

The older woman calmly deflected each one, a smirk on her face as they maneuvered around the frozen Peyton.

“Haaa! Haaaa!” Sammantha shrieked as she continued to try to land her powerful kicks.

Monica continued to deflect and dodge, allowing Sammantha to expend her energy.

Finally, Sammantha stopped her attacks and stepped back, removing her pendant.

“Watch the sapphire, Gillian…see how it sparkles as it swings back and forth…follow it with your eyes as you listen to my voice…,” the young woman said soothingly.

Sammantha’s voice was a strong practiced monotone, and the blue gemstone glittered brilliantly as it began to swing smoothly.

Monica smiled faintly; she could feel the hypnotic energy Sammantha was channelling through the gemstone.

Sammantha was clearly a powerful, skilled hypnotist.

However, she far from the strongest Monica had ever felt.

Let’s have some fun with you, my little upstart, she thought haughtily.

“I think it is you who should watch the sapphire, Sammantha…let it draw your eyes, dear…as you keep swinging it back and forth…relaxing more and more with every word that you or I speak…relax…you will watch the sapphire…,” Monica said firmly in her lilting Irish accent.

A flicker of uncertainty crossed Sammantha’s face.

Monica’s hypnotic voice was honed to perfection, and it was insistently, inevitably penetrating into the younger woman’s mind.

“I…y-you now notice yourself relaxing…as you continue to watch the sapphire…swinging back…and forth…you are—,” Sammantha continued, her voice suddenly becoming weaker.

She was shocked to realize that she was indeed watching her own pendant swing back and forth.

The beautiful blue gem sparkled brilliantly, reflecting the light soothingly into Sammantha’s eyes.

“You are relaxing, Sammantha…Your eyes are locked on the sapphire…you must keep swinging the pendant…you must keep watching it…as you relax…more and more with each swing…you cannot stop swinging it, Sammantha…you must keep watching the pretty, glittering blue stone,” Monica said, speaking over Sammantha in an utterly insistent voice.

“Wait, w-what are…no, you are feeling sleepy…and…and…oh shit…,” Sammantha stammered.

Her eyes were now locked on her own pendulum; she tried to lower arm, and found to her amazement she could not.

She kept swinging the sapphire, against her own wishes.

Sammantha was, absurdly, hypnotizing herself.

Monica had somehow turned her own induction against her with only her voice.

“That’s it, dear…keep swinging your pendant and following it back…and forth…your are feeling so relaxed…you are getting sleepy…sleepy…your eyelids are growing heavy…it will feel so good to give in and relax completely…to sleep…sleep…you cannot stay awake…you will tell yourself to close your eyes and sleep now,” Monica said powerfully.

“I will close my eyes and sleep now,” Sammantha said, her eyelids fluttering.

She desperately tried to resist going into trance.

She could not.

The pendant slipped from her grasp and her eyes closed.

She remained on her feet, her head nodding as she stood hypnotized before Monica.

“Thank you for the assist, dear,” Monica said with a mocking laugh as she caught Sammantha’s pendant.

She eyed the two hypnotized young women with a combination of amusement and disdain.

“Jamie made a mistake sending you two to try and capture me; I will admit you both have skill and potential, but you need experience. I will at least be able to help you experience what it is like to lose to a more powerful hypnotist,” Monica said with a smirk.

Despite her haughtiness toward Sammantha and Peyton, Monica acknowledged that she admired their tenacity and confidence; they truly could become great hypnotists some day, and she had to grudgingly admit that if she had been truly ambushed by the two young women they might have beaten her.

The sexy Irish hypnotist went into her bedroom, leaving Peyton still frozen in mid-kick and Sammantha standing with her eyes closed and head nodded forward.

Monica emerged a few minutes later now clad in a sheer green silk robe.

She poured herself a glass of wine from a bottle on her suite’s dining table, then sat on the couch and sipped it, crossing her legs as she collected her thoughts.

“Peyton, Sammantha, listen to me very carefully…,” Monica began.

Fifteen minutes later, both young women awoke from their trances by a loud snap.

“What happened…?” Sammantha asked, blinking her dry eyes.

“Oh, shit…,” Peyton said beside her.

Both women were now on their knees, naked.

Sitting in front of them, smiling wickedly, bare foot kicking idly, was Monica.

“Welcome back,” the Irish hypnotist said, sipping her wine.

“You hypnotized us,” Sammantha said quietly, scowling.

“Actually, you mostly hypnotized yourself, lass. I just redirected your induction a wee bit,” Monica replied sweetly.

Sammantha flushed red in embarrassment as she remembered Monica easily talking her into hypnotizing herself with her own pendant.

Peyton scowled and stayed silent.

“I truly am sorry this happened, ladies; Jamie should not have asked you to try and capture me,” Monica said.

“We do what we are told by our boss,” Sammantha replied evenly.

“Rather like mercenaries…or slaves, wouldn’t you say?” Monica asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck you,” Peyton growled.

“Kiss my feet, Peyton,” Monica retorted nonchalantly, uncrossing her legs.

Peyton looked horrified as she went to her hands and knees and began to kiss Monica’s lovely feet.

“What are you going to do with us, Mistress Monica?” Sammantha asked politely as she watched Peyton debasing herself.

“Well, I normally do not take kindly to people who assault me and try to hypnotize me, dear. I could easily dominate and humiliate you girls until you are broken, crying shells. I could make it so you cannot use your hypnotism, or keep you as menial slaves forever. I can use you as fuck-toys, make you eat my pussy, worship my feet, lick my asshole…but I am not going to. Well, not much anyway. Suck on my toes, Peyton,” Monica said, finishing her wine.

She re-crossed her legs, and Peyton immediately began to suck on her toes one at a time.

Monica locked eyes with Sammantha. The young woman could not match the intensity of her gaze and she looked away, her lip quivering.

“Mmmm…that always feels so lovely to have an aware, beautiful young lass sucking on my toes,” Monica taunted Peyton.

“Stop it! Let her up, please. I will take her place,” Sammantha said suddenly.

Monica looked intrigued.

“Why would you do that?” she inquired.

“Because she is my friend, my partner…I love her. She doesn’t deserve to be humiliated like that for following Jamie’s instructions,” Sammantha said quietly, again meeting Monica’s gaze.

This time her own stare was steadier and she maintained eye contact in a show of defiance.

Monica set her empty glass on the end table, her eyes never leaving Sammantha’s.

“Sam…mmnnff…no…,” Peyton said as she continued to suck on Monica’s toes.

“Oh my, you two care deeply for one another, don’t you?” Monica asked.

She thought of Shannon, who had risked everything to free her.

Sammantha nodded.

“Yes, we do. Please, stop doing that to her,” she begged.

Monica’s expression became thoughtful.

“As you wish. Peyton, get back on your knees beside Sammantha,” she commanded.

Peyton reassumed her kneeling position before the Irish hypnotist.

“You know, I was planning to make you both my sex-slaves before I sent you back to Jamie with a message. However, I am now annoyed that she put the two of you in this position. You did not deserve it, and she is smart enough to know that this might happen to you. Tell me, what were you supposed to do when and if you caught me. Answer truthfully, Peyton,” Monica said firmly.

Peyton gritted her teeth, trying to resist answering.

“We were supposed to take you up to a suite we booked on the ninth floor and call Mistress Jamie so she could come take custody of you,” she said grudgingly.

“I see. Well then, change of plans. We will be going up to that suite, and you will be calling Jamie…I want to deliver my message to her personally,” Monica decreed.

I must be evolving—or going soft. The old Gillian would have turned these two into mindless drones already and had four orgasms by now…ah well, let’s see how this goes, shall we lass? Monica thought to herself.

A short time later, the sexy Irish hypnotist was in the elevator with Sammantha and Peyton, who were both still naked except for the dark-green leather collars Monica had put around their necks.

Monica had changed into a long strapless midnight purple dress with a long slit up one side; she had put on dangling diamond earrings and a large diamond pendant, and she remained barefoot, her gold and emerald rings still adorning her second toes.

She also carried a large silver clutch purse.

The three women got off the elevator and went to the suite that Jamie had rented for them to take Monica after they had caught her.

Both Peyton and Sammantha turned red with embarrassment as they passed a young man in a hotel employee’s uniform pushing a room-service cart.

He gaped at the sexy women in astonishment as they walked by, following Monica like obedient pets.

“Uh, ladies, I, uh, you can’t, uh—,” the young man stammered.

“Silence, lad. Just enjoy the show for the wee bit you can see it,” Monica cut him off firmly over her shoulder.

The young man swallowed hard and fell silent, his eyes on the naked women until he was startled by the crash that resulted from his steering the cart into the wall.

Monica laughed as she unlocked the suite door with the card she had taken from Sammantha.

Once inside, Monica took a seat on the couch and took Sammantha’s phone from her clutch.

“Kneel, both of you. Sammantha, you will call Jamie and tell her you captured me. If she asks, it was a close call, but you got me. You will not try to warn her or give anything away. Peyton, you will not speak at all,” Monica commanded, handing the phone to Sammantha after the women had knelt.

Sammantha dialed the phone while Peyton scowled at Monica.

“Hello, Mistress Jamie. Yes, we have her in the suite now. It was close, but we got her. Yes, thank you Mistress. See you in twenty minutes,” Sammantha said.

She disconnected the call and handed the phone back to Monica, who put it in her purse.

“Alright, we have twenty minutes to kill, and you two do need to be punished, so you will help me relax. Sammantha, you will eat me out, while Peyton gives me a rimjob,” Monica decreed rising from the couch and hiking up her dress.

“Yes, Mistress,” Sammantha said.

“I must obey,” Peyton said.

A moment later Monica was moaning loudly as Sammantha worked her pussy while Peyton licked her asshole.

It didn’t take Monica long to cum under the young women’s ministrations, shuddering and let out a scream of ecstasy.

“Mmmmm…yes, oh yes…brilliantly done, girls! Keep at it! This is your penance…I am the superior woman, worship me…worship me!” Monica shouted.

She orgasmed again, and then a third time before she lowered her dress and collapsed onto the couch, breathing heavily.

“Alright darlings, kneel before me facing the door and lace your fingers behind your heads. Arch your backs a bit and push out those perky young titties. You will not move or speak without my permission,” Monica instructed.

A few minutes after Sammantha and Peyton had assumed the positions as instructed, the door to the room opened and Jamie Lani strode through it.

The short, sexy Asian-Hawaiian woman stopped upon seeing Peyton and Sammantha kneeling naked in front of a smirking, relaxed-looking Monica.

“Hello Gillian,” Jamie said nonchalantly, regaining her composure with lightning speed.

“Hello Jamie. You are looking fabulous as ever,” Monica replied with a nod.

The two eyed one another warily; they had met on more than one occasion in the past, and were well aware of one another’s skills.

Just over five feet tall, Jamie Lani was extremely fit with large breasts and a slender waist. She looked elegantly beautiful in a snug long-sleeved white top and flowing beige pants. Her golden brown skin was flawless, and her light brown hair was highlighted blonde and in a ponytail. A huge diamond ring adorned her left ring finger, and a sun-shaped gold pendant hung around her neck. Her fingernails were painted in a french manicure, and the toenails of her perfect bare feet were pristine white. A gold ring set with a large sapphire rested on her left second toe.

“Thank you. You look beautiful as well,” Jamie said with a smile.

Monica nodded in acknowledgement.

“So what can I do for you? Your messengers here got a little…enthusiastic and I had to spank them,” she said casually.

Jamie smile wryly.

“Yes…well, I appreciate that they are in one piece. My apologies, I underestimated you, Mistress Gillian. Your reputation precedes you, and I should have respected it more,” she said with genuine contrition.

“It is ‘Monica’ now, if you don’t mind. Apology accepted. Does that mean you are going to leave me be?” Monica asked.

Jamie sighed.

“You know I can’t do that. High Mistress Charissa herself ordered me to capture you,” she said.

Monica scowled.

“High Mistress Charissa is nothing but a lapdog for Domina Peggy. Or more appropriately, her foot-slave,” she said derisively.

Jamie’s expression grew hard.

“How dare you?” she asked quietly.

“Oh come on, Jamie! You know Charissa’s weakness for women’s feet! She’s lucky you never turned those sexy little ones of yours against her. She was planning to add Peggy to her collection and got the tables turned on her. That is what Peggy does! While I was in her power I overheard she was learning how to hypnotize with her feet, Jamie. Think about it! Charissa is in her power. It was inevitable; I know it, and so do you. That is why she is acting as Peggy’s bloody minion in coming after me. Peggy wants me locked away, so Charissa does too. Charissa is her bloody foot-slave! Think about what that makes you, Jamie!” Monica huffed.

Jamie regarded Monica thoughtfully.

“Charissa is…busy. The Australians are moving in on Los Angeles, but she is devoting time and resources to building a…church or temple on her estate outside the city. I must admit the big Italian marble statue she commissioned does look a lot like a certain upstart from Boise…okay, say I believe that Charissa is compromised by…Peggy’s feet. What do you propose be done about it?” Jamie asked.

Monica sighed.

“I am not sure, Jamie. I…don’t particularly care if Charissa is Peggy’s slave, but I don’t wish to be hunted by someone with her power, influence and resources. I don’t want to be looking over my shoulder for you,” she said seriously.

Jamie smiled.

“Thank you, I will take that as a compliment, Monica. I need to think about this; I cannot betray Charissa, and if Peggy is really controlling her I need to save her,” she said.

Monica snorted.

“Good luck; Peggy is pure hypnotic chaos. She has incredible power she hasn’t even tapped yet. Yes, Charissa’s foot-fetish made her easy prey, but what was my excuse? Peggy enslaved me, she turned Jing-Mei into her wife, she hypnotized Beth Grant barely after she became a hypnotist, and she has beaten a lot of other notable hypnotists as well. You want to mess with her?” she asked.

Jamie sighed and shook her head.

“Not particularly. I could hypnotize Charissa and remove Peggy’s suggestions…,” she mused.

Now Monica shook her head.

“Do you think Charissa will let you do that? Can you take her? She might be enslaved to Peggy’s feet, but she is still High Mistress Charissa,” she said.

“Fuck, I need a drink; would you like one?” Jamie asked, walking over to the suite’s mini bar.

“Please, that would be lovely,” Monica replied.

Jamie fixed two glasses of whiskey with ice and handed one to Monica before sitting beside her on the couch and crossing her legs.

“You really do have lovely feet, Jamie,” Monica said, sipping her drink.

“Thank you; they helped me get where I am in HypnoCorp, of course,” Jamie replied, holding up her left foot to display her white nails and sapphire toe ring.

“Are you trying to hypnotize me, Jamie?” Monica asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jamie laughed.

“Somehow I doubt you would fall for foot-nosis, although I am pretty good at it…watch the sapphire…,” she said playfully, swaying her foot and making the sapphire sparkle.

Now Monica laughed.

“Don’t be so sure, lass…I have been finding out a lot about myself lately, so it wouldn’t surprise me a bit,” she replied, taking a sip from her glass.

Jamie snorted.

“Hypnotizing you wouldn’t do me much good anyway, if Charissa is really Peggy’s slave. It would just take you off the board, and you aren’t the real problem, are you? Well, I suppose it would make you my sex-slave, which would be nice,” she said, eyeing Monica lustfully.

Monica grinned.

“Why Jamie, a few minutes ago you came in here intending to drag me back to Charissa; you looked ready to fight me, and duel me if necessary. Now you appear to be coming on to me,” she said slyly.

Jamie finished her drink.

“And if I am?” she asked.

“Well, let’s just say that you don’t need to hypnotize me to have sex with me, lass. Just ask,” Monica replied.

Jamie chuckled.

“You know I am married, right?” she asked.

“You are the one who mentioned me becoming your sex-slave, dear. Besides, I know your wife is also your slave and that you are not monogamous; you know I am friends with Mistress Amanda, right?” Monica replied with a wink.

“My wife is my willing submissive, just to be clear…but you are correct about me and monogamy. Not my style,” Jamie said, winking back.

“Lovely. So, how about we go in the bedroom and discuss things…after we get to know one another a bit better?” Monica suggested seductively.

She finished her drink and tossed the glass on the floor.

It landed between the still-kneeling Sammantha and Peyton.

Neither Jamie or Monica had paid the young women any attention since Jamie’s arrival.

“Are you sure you don’t want to fight, then try to hypnotize one another instead?” Jamie asked.

In reply, Monica rose and let her dress fall to the floor, revealing her fantastic naked body.

“I am certain, lass,” the Irish hypnotist said with a smile.

Jamie stood as well, smiling as she quickly removed her top before lowering her pants and the black thong beneath it.

“Good,” she replied with a smile.

The two sexy hypnotists stood admiring one another’s beauty for a moment before embracing and kissing passionately.

Monica then took Jamie’s hand and began to lead her to the bedroom.

“Wait, what about my girls?” Jamie asked, glancing back at Sammantha and Peyton.

“Oh, I had quite forgotten them. They have a lot of potential, by the way. Peyton, Sammantha, go deep asleep now and do not awaken until I tell you to!” Monica said, snapping her fingers loudly.

Both naked young women slumped to the floor, fast asleep.

Jamie nodded her approval, and followed Monica into the bedroom.

Minutes later, the two hypnotists were shrieking and moaning as they vigorously pleasured one another. Each woman orgasmed multiple times; they worshipped every inch of one another’s bodies on the floor, the bed and against the wall. Pictures were knocked off the wall, lamps swept off nightstands, and the bed’s headboard was broken. After two hours, Monica and Jamie lay in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs.

“That was amazing,” Jamie murmured.

“It really was,” Monica agreed, gently stroking Jamie’s hair.

“Monica, I’m not sure what to do,” Jamie said.

Normally Jamie Lani was unflappable; however, the revelation that Charissa might be enslaved to Peggy’s feet had obviously rattled her.

“Relax, lass. We will figure it out,” Monica said soothingly.

“Will we? I work for Charissa, and I don’t know for a fact she is Peggy’s slave. I don’t really have a lot of options,” Jamie replied with a sigh.

The ever-wary Monica sensed something in Jamie’s voice.

The little brat is going to make a move…she is going to try to hypnotize me after all, the Irish hypnotist thought to herself.

“Like I said, relax, dear. We will figure it all out, trust me…,” Monica replied seductively, resolving to turn the tables on her lover.

Jamie gasped, then moaned softly as Monica began to stroke her clit.

“Again?” she asked, giggling.

In reply, Monica climbed on top of her and began to suck at Jamie’s tits while she continued to rub her clit.

Jamie moaned and squirmed, closing her eyes and moaning with pleasure.

Monica continued to work Jamie’s pussy and tits until she was trembling with pleasure and nearing orgasm.

“Jamie, look into my eyes!” Monica said suddenly in a commanding voice.

Jamie’s eyes reflexively opened, and she gasped as her eyes met Monica’s gaze.

The Irish hypnotist’s eyes were glowing green as she continued to stroke Jamie’s pussy.

“Wait, s-stop…,” Jamie stammered.

She could feel the powerful hypnotic energy Monica was channeling through her eyes and into her mind.

“Look deep into my eyes, Jamie! Feel yourself dropping, sinking into trance…feeling the pleasure I am giving you at the same time…when you cum, you give in completely…you will be mine! It will feel so good to let go and drop into a deep trance for me…cum now, Jamie! You are mine! Obey me! Cum and become my slave!” Monica said powerfully.

Jamie shrieked, shuddering as she orgasmed hard, her gaze still riveted to Monica’s eyes. At the same instant her mind became open and vulnerable, and Monica’s power completely overwhelmed her strong will.

Tears trickled from Jamie’s eyes as pleasure rippled through her as she went into hypnosis and she became Monica’s slave.

“Relax, lass…just relax and sink deeper and deeper into trance for me…slow, deep breaths…relax and obey…relax…obey…,” Monica soothed, her eyes returning to normal.

Jamie’s gasps soon calmed, her breathing becoming soft and regular.

“Obey,” Jamie murmured.

“Yes, good girl. You will obey. Now let’s take you deeper into trance…,” Monica purred.

She began to speak softly into Jamie’s ear.

“Bawk, bawk, bawk!” Jamie was saying an hour later.

Still naked, the sexy woman was strutting about the room, flapping her arms and clucking.

Monica had gotten dressed and was and standing nearby, recording the spectacle on Jamie’s phone.

Jamie’s sapphire toe ring glittered on Monica’s left middle toe; she’d had Jamie take it off and place it on her foot, a trophy from her victory over the HypnoCorp executive.

“Apologies, Charissa but I am afraid I cannot allow Jamie or anyone else to bring me to you. If you are going to do Peggy’s dirty work, I suggest you do it yourself…although I hear you have your hands full with The Australians and your new church. Anyway, nice try. I didn’t do Jamie any permanent harm, but I can’t promise that will be the case for anyone else who tries to capture me on you and Peggy’s behalf. Have a lovely day,” Monica said sweetly after turning the camera on her own face.

She smiled and her eyes flared green for an instant before she stopped the recording.

Monica sent the video to High Mistress Charissa and Amanda Henggeler, then tossed the phone onto the bed and watched Jamie acting like a chicken with satisfaction.

Under Monica’s hypnotism, Jamie had admitted that she was planning to try a surprise induction on Monica after they’d had sex, hoping the Irish woman would be tired and vulnerable.

“Why?” Monica had asked.

“I didn’t want to, but I have to do my job. I am a professional,” Jamie had said.

Monica had sighed.

“You naughty lass; I understand, but I am still disappointed. I thought we were on the same page. Well, I am a professional too; a professional hypnodomme, not a corporate hypnotist. I am afraid you will have to be punished,” Monica had admonished.

Monica had then brought Jamie to awareness.

The HypnoCorp executive found herself kneeling in front of Monica, who smiled wickedly and turned around to display her fabulous pale ass.

“You know what to do, dear,” the Irish hypnotist said as she reached back and spread her cheeks.

“Monica, please don’t—,” Jamie began.

“Lick my ass,” Monica had commanded.

“Nnnmmmfff,” Jamie said as she buried her face between Monica’s cheeks and thrust her tongue into her asshole.

Monica giggled, then began to moan with pleasure.

“Mmmmm…very good…oh, by the way, I truly hope you…mmmm…are going to get those girls proper training…mmmm…they have a lot of potential. Please don’t be too hard on them for failing. It is your fault, Jamie. Not theirs,” Monica said.

Jamie was unable to reply as she helplessly continued to worship Monica’s ass.

After she was satisfied that Jamie had been properly chastened, she had suggested that Jamie act like a chicken while she gathered her things.

“Alright dear, it has been fun. I hope you realize I hold no ill will toward you, but I could not simply let you try and capture me; I do have a reputation. You will awaken from your trance in one hour, Jamie. I really did have a wonderful time, and I hope we see each other again,” Monica said sweetly.

“Bawk, bawk, bawk!” Jamie replied, flapping her arms.

The Irish hypnotist went down to her own suite and packed her suitcase, then called Nikki and ordered the hypno-slave to come pick her up.

Monica went down to the lobby and settled her bill with cash before going outside and getting into the BMW.

A short time later, Monica was at her fallback site, a small and boring hotel room that few, if any, people would expect a hypnotist of her stature to be in.

She was freshly showered, sitting on the end of the bed naked, lost in thought while Nikki knelt before her, also naked as she enthusiastically worshipped her Mistress’s sexy feet.

Monica’s mind was a whirlwind; she was angry, anxious and unsure; part of her wanted to go straight to Boise and confront Peggy. Another part of wanted to run to Shannon, while another wanted to punch Charissa in the face.

The logical part of her knew none of them were acceptable options at the moment.

She thought of her daughter, the precocious little Piper.

I have to stay focused, stay the course so I have a chance to see her again, Monica told herself firmly.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and entered a state of self-hypnosis, allowing herself to relax and think clearly.

After several minutes of hypnotic meditation, Monica emerged from her trance feeling refreshed and focused.

She picked up her phone and dialed Eden.

“Hello dear. I am doing very well, how are you, lass? Wonderful. I know you are busy, so I will get right to the point; I would like a new contract immediately. Yes, I really would like to keep busy…oh that is excellent….I can be in Baja the day after tomorrow to meet the client for dinner. Send me the details. Thank you Eden, I really appreciate it…you as well. Good bye,” Monica said.

She smiled as she disconnected the call.

Eden had just offered her another straight-forward mercenary hypnosis contract; the client was paying one-hundred and fifty thousand dollars to have her son’s finance and her family hypnotized to make them compliant with the client’s wishes for the wedding.

Eden was proving to be an excellent fixer in addition to a good friend.

This is exactly what I need; simple, easy with no complications. Just hypnotize and move on. Continue to work on myself, she thought.

Monica laid back on the bed, closing her eyes and allowing herself to enjoy the immense satisfaction she felt at simply having the sexy Nikki completely enslaved and worshipping her feet.