The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Melanie watched from a distance as her most famous client finished her stage rehearsal; it always gave her goosebumps to watch her sing, undulate, and tantalize the crowd not just with fancy clothing and a recognizable voice the world over, but with a charming aura anyone could be taken by if they’d gotten to know her like Melanie did. As a specialized wealth management agent, Melanie had learned a great deal about the trappings of money, especially for those who’d not grown up with it and frankly needed her counsel to manage it properly before losing it to a number of variables. So many of her famous clients somehow gained a sense of entitlement that they were entitled to ‘rich and famous’ as a permanent designation, and that everyone around them was responsible for keeping it that way, no matter their own gargantuan mistakes and blusters. That kind of clientele could wreck a professional psyche in a fierce way, leading some in Melanie’s profession to seek early retirement or mental health; she was quite lucky in not only could she handle clients like that better than most, but when she needed it, she had an outlet that helped her let go of absolutely everything, making her feel like the celebrity, or just worth a billion dollars with normally trivial things like verbal triggers spoken from a powerful voice that loved dangling shiny pocket watches in their visions. In that state, Melanie’s own wealth manager was a woman named Alexis, whom her clients referred to as Mistress Alexis.

“You okay, Mel?” Taylor asked Melanie who’d drifted off into space for a moment, lost in a deeply-pleasant thought.

“Oh yeah, just a long day,” she smiled back to the singer who sympathized.

“Definitely a long one; can’t wait for some R&R,”

“Neither can I,” Melanie meant to say, but what came out for some reason is “and it can’t wait for you.”

Melanie’s biggest, and somehow friendliest client, Taylor Swift took her strange comment in stride, walking with her wealth manager deeper backstage, both heading toward her dressing room. Hidden past everyone else was a subtle hesitation to Melanie’s words, something she’d found herself invisibly succumbing to, ripples of pleasure beginning to make waves just from the implicating phrasing. It was something they both understood, a secret they shared through understanding glances, and the occasional deep breath leaving them in-sync to the will of someone else. Such feelings were in the background as Melanie went over the usual financial figures, answering some questions the blonde had and offering advice on some of the best ways to spend without overspending. The pair was on auto-pilot all the way to Taylor’s dressing room before her cellphone went off; while working with clients, she was inclined to ignore other calls and set her phone to silent if disturbed; Melanie looked anything but disturbed as the sound of a particular ring tone hit her like the trill of a siren’s song. Gentle, serene background music used for ASMR sessions made Melanie almost stop in her tracks, keeping herself firmly upright while everything above her torso went relaxed and her shoulders began to lose energy. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she’d been conditioned to ready herself as safely as possible to receive the call at that sound, either by pulling over if she was driving in a car, or seeking privacy if she wasn’t. As she was alone with the lone exception of Taylor by her side, Melanie took the call.

“Hello?” she said in the soft voice few in Melanie’s life had the privilege of hearing. Whoever spoken back to her doubled the beatitude that came over her with just a word. Slumped shoulders and relaxed muscles gave way to a dreamy smile directed to blonde singer.

Taylor watched with widening eyes and the transformation she saw in her friend, surprised on the surface, and underneath it jealous of the luck that had befallen her friend all of a sudden.

“It’s...for you..Taylor....”

Lethargic hands passed Melanie’s cellphone to trembling ones as she brushed her blonde hair to the side to press it to her ear.

“Hello?” she asked, keeping some of the mystery of whom might be calling.

“Have you heard? Sign language is actually the least-spoken language in the world...” a familiar voice giggled into her ear.

Taylor rolled her eyes at the extremely dad joke, but they never made a full arch as they stopped to roll back as a surge of pleasure crashed into her essence and washed over her body. Melanie seemed ready to catch her if it was too much, but she steadied herself, huffing in bliss.

“You’re lucky I’m a singer and not a comedian; my value to the entertainment world would be so warped if those are the jokes I got pleasure from.”

“Yes, how unfortunate,” Alexis giggled “How nice it might be to see you totally conditioned to tell only dad jokes on stage as a stand-up comic, and challenge yourself not to become a puddle of pleasure after telling each one.”

Taylor nearly hated how quickly the hypnotist transitioned form making fun to making her quiver beneath the clothes she had on. In the several talks they’d had since Alexis introduced herself to Taylor as the voice that could do to her what so many masseuses, relaxation therapists, and other attempted soothsayers couldn’t; it wasn’t that those others did give the singer what they intended, they did. But even if it wasn’t specifically meant for her in the borrowed recording, Alexis gave her a chance to exchange power, to let someone else have it and reward her in extraordinary ways. The rarity of whom she could trust with giving up any of the power she’d amassed in her career was staggeringly low compared to the number of people she worked with; such was the ultimate drawback of being a star of any kind, let alone a mega-star.

Lately, it felt like she only wanted to boil it down to Melanie and Mistress Alexis, and she was surprised to know a hypnotist that had that much power over any mind still sought consent and to even educate the mind she could claim without those things. After several talks, and finding out Taylor willfully wanted her control as much as Melanie or any of her other subs, it became a matter of patience, waiting for when Alexis was ready to give Taylor the individual session she’d been dreaming about since. Or so that was what Taylor consciously knew, that and how wildly-different their first conversation literally played out.

“Who is this,” Taylor asked on their first conversation, not understanding at all why someone calling Melanie would be trying to talk to her, nor why Melanie looked so out of it when she answered. Taylor loved surprising people with her voice, her way of sweetly intimidating people.

“Listen to my voice,” Alexis intoned in the same manner that she did in her recording meant for Melanie. A combination calming, overpowering and sexy that drew everybody in, especially vocalists who could appreciate the influential power of vocals. “Do you know who I am?”

Literally stopping in her tracks in the middle of her dressing room, Taylor could only gasp as her mind raced in speeds too fast for analyzing any one though, the amalgamation of them bringing her to the same conclusion—she was already taken by the voice that didn’t know it had her spellbound until recently.

On the other end of the line, Alexis waited patiently, unwilling to hide her guileless smile. She could only imagine Taylor’s position, going deep for a voice she only knew in a repetitious fashion, only to have that voice speak new words to her, directly to her. Despite deciding to keep their interaction long-distance, the hypnotist then wished she could be there to see how the ultra-recognizable face short-circuited itself from anticipation and pleasure.

“...y-y-yesss...”

“And who am I?”

“M-mmmm-mmistress...Alexis...” Taylor finally managed to get out, finding solace in a cushioned seat nearby she could sink into.

“Alexis is fine for now,” slipping effortlessly into a normal, conversational voice, the effect was mostly gone, but the charmed remained. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Ms. Swift.”

“P-please, call me Taylor.” The surrendered tone could’ve mistakenly given the impression that she was begging for it, especially in the near whimpering of saying her own name.

“Very well, Taylor,” even Alexis could hear the soft sounds of swooning on the other end from an affectionate pronunciation, a telling sign for how much progression had set in from one recording.

“I hear you’ve become a fan of my audio works.”

“Oh yeah! I have, your voice, what you said in that was incredible.”

“That’s high praise coming from a talent of your caliber,” Alexis admitted, her own sense of being starstruck completely hidden. The hypnotist refused to believe the name Melanie had given her in regards to garnering a new interested, dedicated listener, the hypnotist figured she was being set up for a practical joke, waiting for a punchline that never came. Impatience plus a fear of such a reality triggered Alexis to trigger Melanie for the truth, several times. Information set heavy on the interrogator as the interrogated was more than happy to give her the same information several times over.

“You do realize that recording was meant for someone else, namely the woman nearby staring off into nothing in her own dreamy state,” a slight tinge of chiding offset the description of what Taylor wanted to be, throwing her off a bit.

“I’m..I’m so sorry about that M-Alexis. I was just trying to listen to a relaxation file. I thought it’d be like an ASMR file or something for peace.”

“That can be dangerous, Taylor, like taking-medication-not-prescribed-to-you dangerous.”

“Yeah...but to be fair, most voices don’t drug others leave people as trippy as yours does.”

Pangs of pride made Alexis pause, mostly from who the compliment came from.

“I appreciate that, but I would still be careful in the future.”

“I will,” stated the singer who only wanted to get more reckless with her own listening mind. “May I ask a question though,” the singer said, feeling her own mind slowly grow horny and needy.

“You may, Taylor,” she smiled at granting a famous person permission to do anything.

“How would one get to where Melanie is? Like how did she get so...”

“Interested?” Alexis assumed she meant.

“Lucky,” Taylor admitted.

Alexis began to explain in slightly reserved detail how Melanie came to be a slave of hers, and what that meant for both of them in regards to distance, frequency, boundaries, suggestions, etc. Taylor was of course fascinated, asking more leading questions and hoping for answers.

Alexis quickly settled in to explaining several things, including small bits of how she came to be a hypnotist herself, what it was like with hypnosis being more than just a hobby, and especially the mechanics of the mind and how hypnosis could turn gears and shift operations to the hypnotist’s liking. The last point was easy to talk about as there was nothing confidential to breach, and it had been a while since she’d met someone interested in such a topic; the novelty of the listeners fame helped her let loose even more in the conversational tone that droned on softly with great pleasure.

It took a while before Alexis took note of the leading questions being asked of her, as if designed to make her say certain things, while the questioner spoke less and absorbed more, as her softened tone revealed.

“Taylor,” Alexis finally asked after nearly giving a lecture on the subject, to what could’ve been a subject.

“Yesss...” was the listless response.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Mm, good. Just...good.”

“Good and high,” the redhead thought, slightly angry and amused at the situation. “You got me monologuing to get yourself under?” Alexis wanted to ask this flat out, but held back, as amused became the dominant feeling over anger. As diligent as she was about consent and discussion before any powerful session, Alexis still took stock of the situation as was presented to her; no matter the careful steps taken and consciously well-meaning explanation, she was dealing with someone desperate for what they really both wanted, and Alexis was more tempted than ever to give exactly what her new fan wanted.

Maybe it was her recent exposure with the Kalatravaasa business and playing with Dazzling, or maybe it was the absurdity of being able to say “Taylor Swift is throwing herself at me, doing everything she can to be my hypno-slave.” No other domme in the world could say that, and why shouldn’t she, Alexis concluded before speaking again.

“Just ‘good?’” Don’t you want to feel ‘great?’”

“Great? Yess, I want...”

“Don’t you want to feel ‘fantastic?’” Taylor couldn’t tell until after it happened when conversational morphed into a trancey tone, but it was hard to tell the difference so she was just happy for more.

“Fantastic...”

“Don’t you want to feel...’more?’”

A small gasp formed from the implication, and how the last word sounded whispered like certain suggestions were in the subliminal tracks of the recording.

“M-more...please...more...”

“What would you do to feel...more?”

“Anything...please...anything,” she begged as she was feeling it, pleading for the tap of pleasure to never be turned off.

“Would you refer to me as Mistress Alexis?”

“Oh yes Mistress Alexis!” she whispered unbidden, sinking into the cushioning beneath her.

“Would you obey your Mistress, in all things?”

“Yes Mistress...obey.”

“In all ways?”

“Yes Mistress...always.” Her new mistress giggled.

“What does obedience feel like to you?”

An unintelligible response as an answer made Alexis giggle again.

“What does obeying me feel like to you?”

Added moans of pleasure to a similar response turned giggling into a lusty chuckle.

“Does it feel...orgasmic?”

Alexis could only imagine where her free hand roamed while her phone hand was currently the strongest muscle on her body, steeled to communication with the hypnotist.

“Answer me, Taylor. Does it feel orgasmic?” A garnish of domme in her voice only excited the singer more.

“Yesss Mistress Alexissss,” a sharp whisper of pleasure greeted waiting ears.

“Very good. Aren’t the absolute best orgasms the slow ones, the ones it takes a great, great deal of time to build the pleasure, allowing you to feel every moment, and minute aspect, of that pleasure?”

“Yess Mistress Alexis,” she said with pure acceptance.

“Waiting for that orgasm, letting it build is like waiting to speak to me, waiting for me to speak in that voice, using those words, that give you pleasure you never knew you needed so badly...”

“Mmmmmmyesss Mistress Alexis...”

“That building of pleasure, it’s like...deliciously-slow sex. It’s exactly like....patience.”

A notable pause in Taylor’s reaction was expected, her body being told to wait for what it wanted which seemed unacceptable. The domme in Alexis couldn’t care less.

“Oh yesss,” her tone steamrolled over Taylor’s impatience. “Patience is like slow sex, like building the perfect pleasure,” she hotly whispered. “Even the word patience is so very sexy. Patience,” a sound of protest became a moan that transformed the meaning of the word.

“Patience.” The protest was gone, only the moaning remained.

“Paaatieeennncceeee,” Alexis sing-songed, knowing the conditioned drawing out of the word stayed with the singer, leaving her edging without having been told what that meant in a hypnotic sense.

“Patience,” Taylor agreed and succumbed.

“That’s right, Taylor. Patience. It’ll feel so good to wait, and keep waiting for this, for whenever I want you to go deeply under for me.”

“...yess Mistress Alexis.”

“You won’t want to make me say hypnotic things, do hypnotic things, bribe or beg me to do hypnosis with you. That won’t ever feel as good as waiting for Mistress Alexis to be ready herself to trance you.”

“Yess Mistress Alexis.”

“When you have patience, Mistress Alexis has pleasure. When Mistress Alexis has pleasure, the pleasure will be all, allll yours.”

“Y-mmm-yess Mistress Alexis.”

“Feel that patience now, that silence, of waiting for my voice, and feel the pleasure resonate and reverberate in you, leaving you resolute on what you must do for me.”

The five minutes Alexis made Taylor wait was filled with sounds of deep breathing, deepening as internal pleasure built as promised, and the resistance to keep from chuckling was high.

“See how good that feels?” Alexis finally spoke, shocking Taylor with more pleasure.

“Waiting for me, trancing on my time. When you finally get what you want, because you had patience, it’s the mind-blowing orgasm that never disappoints. You cannot disappoint if you have no thoughts after all,” she added for her own amusing flare.

“Patience...yes Mistress Alexis.”

“And you’re so deep now, you can let these commands lie deep inside you, and any memory of this be swept away from your noticing. You’ll know you’re waiting for me to initiate, to take possession of your mind. That’s all you have to do...that’s all that matters...isn’t that right, Taylor?”

“Yess Mistress Alexissss...” was her utter acceptance of waiting for a trance that already struck, stealing the memory of it on its way out.

“If you’re looking to be entertained, Mistress Alexis, I might be willing to give you a private concert. In exchange for a...private audience of course,” Taylor nearly sung her offer to potentially sweeten the offer. With how she felt after every conversation and recording replay, she was surprised she didn’t make that kind of offer more often, like every other sentence with Alexis on the phone. Doing it sparsely, waiting, seemed strangely satisfying, and strange for a proactive personality.

Such a personality moved a little slower in getting what she wanted with an undercurrent of satisfaction having her enjoying the journey instead of speeding towards the destination just over the horizon. She knew deep inside Mistress Alexis preferred it that way, and that could be reason enough to make patience a stronger virtue. She didn’t know that she’d been gifted a modified version of the original recording, aiding suggestions of the pure, sexy pleasure of patience.

Instead of furthering her offer with a whole chorus of submissive singing, she relented, also knowing Alexis had only recently became a fan. The hypnotist wasn’t that much into pop music before, but never doubted how the songstress got to be so heralded, and figured since she’d become a fan of her recordings, Alexis decided to extend the same courtesy.

“What a generous offer, but as hard as you work, by Melanie’s and your own account, you should think about relaxing more.” The words were spoken with complete concern, but recognizing the implication of the end of the sentence made Taylor bite her lip a little, leading a tethered melody into her dressing room.

“And I think you’ve waited patiently enough that I can finally help you with that...”

The anticipation shot high in her as a suddenly giddy listener quickly closed the door behind her to prepare to lie on the couch and let Alexis’ voice take over. In such a rush to do so, she ignored several things including a light already being on in her dressing room, the plush couch there illuminated by a source coming from the other end of the room; a tall lamp pointed downwards like a spotlight. Bathed in the spotlight was a redhead sitting in a plush love seat, wearing one of Taylor’s sparkly concert outfits. Light bounced off of every facet to give the room a starry look. Taylor was beyond stunned, she was spellbound at the first impression the hypnotist made upon her.

“It’s nice to finally meet you in-person, Taylor. I’m Alexis,” she announced with seductive flare. “But tonight, you may refer to me as Mistress Alexis. And if you’re a good girl, you may continue to call me that in the future.”

“Y-yes Mistress Alexis!” The singer seemed utterly starstruck at the hypnotist’s appearance; it took a lot for the hypnotist to hide the fact that she was equally starstruck, to see someone she’d seen on TV, ads, and constantly heard on the radio currently focused on nothing but her. Not that she’d admit it to anyone, but the opportunity to take someone so famous made her make another exception to her live trance rule, arranging things with Melanie to sneak in and plan a personal surprise. Seeing Taylor starstruck by Alexis

“You may start being a good girl by getting out of those tight clothes, and into something more comfortable before you approach me,” the command moved the blonde to begin to strip out of her hot clothes, down to her bra and panties, the air doing little to cool her hot skin, tingling with anticipation as the first step forward was taken.

“Taylor, you are allowed to put on some looser-fitting clothes if you’d like; you should be as comfortable as possible,” Alexis laughed, sensing almost aroused impatience radiating from across the room.

“But comfortable is close to you, and no clothes,” she whined in sincerity, hands sluggishly moving to unhook her bra before wanting to discard wet panties. “What dreams she must’ve been having,” Alexis grinned lewdly, hoping Taylor wouldn’t mind the aroused stains she might be leaving in the outfit.

“Stop Taylor, let your hand fall to your sides,” the words stilled the singer’s hands just short of reaching behind her. Alexis smiled at how it might not have been her exact dream come true, but a compromise they both could live with. The hypnotist noted how Melanie eyed Taylor, in a combination of admiration and envy; the envy being that Taylor got to strip down to very submissive attire, and she had not been given permission to disrobe herself.

“Melanie, have you ensured that we will have privacy?”

“Yes Mistress,” she beamed in pleasure and pride.

“Excellent, then you may strip down to your bra and panties too, if you wish.”

Another set of clothes was quickly piled and left behind for the shiny, redheaded Venus ahead.

“I bet good girls would get a much better view if they move to in on their hands and knees,” and Alexis was immediately proven right as her good girls crawled toward her, eyes wider open as they stared at nothing but the mental temptress.

“Rise to your knees now, rest there for the duration until I instruct otherwise.”

“Yes Mistress Alexis,” the unified affirmation echoed through the dressing room.

“Now, since the two of you are so used to performing or managing concerts like this, can either of you two even remember the last time you found yourself to be an audience member of one? Can you remember the last time you were a captive audience for an engaging, entrancing performance?”

The questions were nearly rhetorical, but Alexis enjoyed watching them trying to form thoughts when every slight movement of her torso or body shined another facet towards eyes that only searched for more, lost in the dazzle and voice, trying to answer a lost cause.

“If you think about it, can you form an answer? If you think about it, what does thinking give you? Could the answer be that thinking gives you nothing? If thinking gives you nothing, are your thoughts nothing? Does thinking lead you to the nothingness of not thinking? In all this time, have you been thinking about these thoughts that will help you slide into nothingness....into not thinking....a place, a state where you certainly don’t mind mindlessness...”

Watching their faces try to comprehend confusing words to the point of accepting and embodying their meaning gave Alexis her own dominant shiver of pleasure.

“And in this mindlessness, nothingness is like a darkness, a shadow. And all shadows exist thanks to light. As you feel yourself in the shadow of nothingness, look closely and deeply in my direction and see every facet that casts every shadow. Can you feel it there now? The light in your eyes, the darkness in the back of your mind, blending together, leaving your mindlessly spiraling, spiraling down into this moment in-time where you are captured, caught in the light, engaged by darkness, awaiting the caster of light, shadows, and spells to give you a performance you love to remember, to perhaps forget.”

A glistening boot leaned forward to tease their chests and under their chins, while a hand reached out to set a metronome to rhythmically tick and set the tempo for the rest of her performance.

“Because you were destined to be here, captured by me, captured by bedazzling sights and sounds. Because once upon a time...the planets and the fates...and all the stars aligned. You and I ended up in the same room....at the same time. Perhaps it was simply meant to be.....when one is called upon by me....it’s when you realize in the forces making you cling....in the call of a siren, she doesn’t have to sing...”

Timing words and phrases with the metronome turned set the cadence for Alexis’ words and her submissive’s reactions to them as well, everyone eagerly waiting for the next word or touch.

“And the touch of a hand lit the fuse...” running a hand through each head of hair created a tactile spark.

“Of a chain reaction of countermoves...” the hand drew back, leaving caressed heads to follow, already missing the contact.

“To assess the equation of you...” gasps formed as fingers moved to draw circles on their temples, equating touch with trance.

“Checkmate, I couldn’t lose...” snapping her fingers, the small jolt of pleasure shot through both kneeling women, sealing their capitulation to Mistress Alexis. But another snap however many moments later woke them up. Taylor and Melanie looked at one another, kneeling and almost naked with a subdued sense of changing their disposition, turning to stare at the hypnotist in-front of them, still wearing Taylor’s sparkly outfit and a satisfied grin.

“Did you...” Taylor began, picking up some of the words from the induction, and why the sounded so familiar. “Mastermind?”

“What can I say,” Alexis rose from her seat, kneeling in-front of the singer, both loving how she poetically used her own lyrics against her, for her pleasure. “The song just calls to me, like the words call to you if you listen carefully enough.”

“Words I came up with,” Taylor reminded her, attempting to feign feeling indignant about it.

“Words that live in your head rent-free now,” Melanie snickered. Taylor would’ve reached over to swat at her friend if she could.

“Melanie’s not completely wrong; the words don’t just live in your head, they reign in it, as I do.”

“But what if I want other words in my head,” Taylor continued to play incessant brat at that moment.

“That’s the beauty of choice now, as the choice has already been made, and your input wasn’t necessary. Fate, or just my will can choose for you, and you can simply enjoy the ride.”

“And if I refuse...” Taylor said, making Melanie grimace at how it might’ve not been such a good idea to discuss some of the things she herself was into, like resistance play. Not sure how Mistress Alexis would take that from Taylor, she waited for a reaction, almost sighing at how her grin curled to just below wicked.

“What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw this...” The sound of the metronome started again, reminding kneeling parties that it had stopped at some point. From Alexis’ opened fist fell her pocket watch, shining directly in the lamp light, directly in front of Taylor’s eyes, swinging in an arch the length of the distance between her eyes.

“Nothing was gonna stop me....I laid the groundwork...and then, just like clockwork....” it became harder and harder for Taylor to follow the swinging watch, only because it was swallowing her vision, closing in on her until it softly collided with her forehead, and her eyes rolled up in the back of her head for the second time that evening.

“The dominoes cascaded in a line...” holding Taylor’s shoulders her head lolled lifeless, falling onto Alexis’ shoulder, open ears falling to waiting lips.

“What if I told you I’m a mastermind...and now you’re mine...” Unlike the song, Alexis uttered the line in a hypnotic cadence that demanded the words become fact.

“It was all by design...because I’m your mastermind...”

“Yes..Mistress...mastermind...” Taylor whispered.

“Mistress...mastermind?” Melanie repeated, caught up in the splash damage of the attention Alexis gave to Taylor, but conscious enough to question how peculiar the phrasing sounded.

Another snap and command to awaken brought both back to consciousness again, and Melanie especially had a hard time not laughing at the original title.

“Careful, that title might stick,” Melanie teased.

“Wouldn’t mind it if it didn’t sound so weird,” Alexis admitted. “You should’ve really called it ‘Mistressmind,’ Taylor. Has a nicer ring to it.”

“Not sure audiences would’ve taken to it that well,” Taylor admitted, wishing original words like that would be less contested by producers and fans.

“Unfortunately, yeah, the industry is not as creative as it would have the public think it is,” Melanie added.

Alexis was still unconvinced. “You can inspire them though; you are their muse often enough, after all.”

“I’m more entertainer than muse, I don’t inspire and influence as much as people actually think,” Taylor suddenly wished she carried a domineering presence like Alexis.

Alexis smiled. “Don’t worry about what other people think, or even your own thoughts. In fact, you have no reason to worry, when I serve as a muse.”

“You see, all the wisest women have to do it this way...” the shiny watch and sound of the metronome returned, this time in-front of Melanie’s face, twisting in the light flashing away almost all thoughts.

“Showing how you were born to be the pawn...in your hypnotist’s game,” Taylor found it equally enjoyable to watch someone else become hypnotized before her eyes, enjoying the indirect splash damage she was bathing in now.

“If you fail to plan, you plan to fail...strategy sets the scene for the tale,” Melanie thought of the meticulous suggestions Alexis gave that proved that failure didn’t exist, just obedience for the scene her mistress desired.

“And if old conventions keep you in a bind....just listen to how one becomes a Mistressmind...” Something about the last word sounded so right, so natural to Melanie, something she hoped to hear more from her Mistressmind, and be allowed to refer to her as such.

“When no one wanted to play with you as a little kid, you’d be scheming like a charmer ever since.” Taylor honestly loved how much of her song was being turned into an induction template, but she loved it more when Alexis repurposed or made changes, all to serve the incredibly-interesting narration she wanted to tell.

“To make them love me and make it seem effortless...” Cruxing her finger forward, Alexis made Melanie crawl to her, reaching to almost touch her cheek and down her neck, but making the manager swoon at her almost touch.

“This is the first time I’ve felt the need to confess...” Alexis turned serious for a moment as she grasped Melanie’s chin, locking her in with a deep blue stare.

“And I swear...I control your mind and body...because I care,” Alexis only had to turn her head to give Taylor the same stare, bringing her close a shiny gaze.

“And then I told you...none of it was accidental...” Each hypnotized woman felt a hand run down their chin.

“And the first night that you saw me...I knew I wanted your body...” drawing a finger down their clefts.

“I laid the groundwork...” Alexis’ hands gently grasped theirs, guiding them to the top of the material of their panties.

“And then saw a lovely perk on your face...” Two pairs of eyes widened, lips opening to moan as they felt explicit permission to stimulate themselves for their muse’s pleasure.

“You knew the entire time...” The only time they were are of was the pocket watch twisting between them as they stroked themselves.

“You knew that I’m a Mistressmind...and now you’re mine,” Alexis moaned as her free hand went into the fabric of the dress, enjoying on a more controlled level the sensual hypnotic frenzy being created.

“Yeah, all you could do was smile...because I’m your Mistressmind....”

“Mistressmind,” became the mantric moan, speaking the word and stroking themselves in time with their breathing, all set by the metronome and lingering suggestions still working their minds to a puddle of pleasure. Eyes couldn’t look away from the watch, ears felt the lingering lyrics shape what they were, and what she would want them to be later.

The watch looked especially bright with Alexis’ lips at her ear, the signature giggle drowning her in mental bliss.

“See how much pleasure patience gets you.”

The light glinting off the watch was bright, as white hot as Taylor’s mind and loins became with her enduring trigger spoken. She nearly screamed as the blinding heat stayed bright long enough for a mind-shattering orgasm to melt her down.

“Courtesy of your Mistressmind,” Alexis giggled again.

Quiet moans soon gave way to helpless, soft mewls as orgasms were reached, wonderfully audible but not enough to alert anyone outside the dressing room. Mistress Alexis’ activities were nearly as sound-proof as her slaves were thought-proof that evening.

It was the next morning in Taylor’s suite where Alexis was surveying the view from the penthouse level. Instead of being dressed in a thin robe like she wanted to be after the escapades that ran into the night after her performance, Alexis was dressed almost diminutively in a suit, posing as Melanie’s assistant rather than the sleeping pairing’s mistress. If any paparazzi were watching, all they would have to think of her as dominant was the wicked smile she couldn’t help but briefly show to the world, riding high from adding a high-profile member to her harem.

“I wonder if my little pet Cassie feels like this all the time,” she thought to herself, knowing the majority Dazzling’s harem had socialite and/or business notoriety of some sort.

Before she could begin to bask in the happenstance of toying with fame and owners of fame, her cell phone rang.

“Good morning Martin,” she greeted cordially, recognizing the number on her caller ID.

“Good morning Alexis; hope I’m not interrupting anything. Was going to leave a message if you were otherwise preoccupied.”

“Surprisingly I am up at this hour. What’s going on?”

“Just wanted to give you a head’s up, we might be looking into an organization soon.”

“Something tied to the Kalatravaasa?”

“No. Actually this time, something potentially opposing it.”

She almost laughed at the organization she was still gauging the trust of having trust issues elsewhere.

“Another shadow organization?”

“Actually, something quite public. You’re aware of the Avery Hotel empire?”

“Who isn’t?”

“Looks like there’s a bit of a power struggle going on there, and if the rumors are to be believed, it’s setting the stage for trouble.”

As much as her skeptical side wanted to comment on competition being a good thing and the Kalatravaasa could use some trouble, she had no idea what this other group was supposed to be about.

“And we’re to look into things before it becomes trouble?”

“That’s the plan right now. I wouldn’t want to give rumors like this much weight right now, but it at least shouldn’t hurt to find out if this is really worth devoting more time to.”

Still admiring the calm practicality of his sales pitching, Alexis merely gave him a small affirmative.

“And what are the rumors exactly?”

“Generally-speaking, that anyone tied to this group doesn’t like competition, and likes going after other hypnotists more than anything, like the bad elements we’re trying to weed out now.”

“Any of these bad elements former Kalatravaasa members?”

“That’s one thing that worries me, that they are or will be for any we might have to expel.”

That sufficiently worried her enough, if any of it was to be believed.

“Will we be meeting over coffee about this soon?” Alexis guessed.

“If you wish, whatever your schedule permits,” Martin offered cordially.

“I’ll get back to you soon about my availability. Need to make sure certain things won’t be disturbed as of yet,” Alexis said, her tone not giving away the pleasure of running her hand along Taylor’s naked back, seeing her shudder in pleasure while dreaming dreams of singing Mistress Alexis’ praises, and being spoken back to in her hypnotic tone. Removing the tactile stimulation produced a musical whine from Taylor; she walked out of the room before a giggle was also produced that Martin would hear.

“Looking forward to your next call then. Let’s hope this turns out to be nothing,” Martin said, as if trying to convince himself of that.

“Talk to you later,” Alexis ended the call, wondering what this new threat was supposed to be. It was hard to imagine the supposedly vapid Avery family being involved in such a plot, but it wasn’t hard to imagine them being easily manipulated. To what end is what worried her the most.

Thoughts about future problems to tackle were pleasantly set aside as she walked back to see an awoken Taylor sitting up on her knees, holding Alexis’ pocket watch up, swinging it gently, magnet eyes ever-attracted to its arc. Melanie’s eyes turned magnetic as well, ending up standing next to the bed, equally rapt in fixation over the all-too-familiar watch.

“Back...and forth....” Melanie uttered, the quality of her voice revealing how deep she already was under.

“Back...and forth....” Taylor joined the chorus after a few repetitions.

“Back...and forth....” The mantra continued like a record stuck on repeat, Alexis’ watch acting as the record player’s needle played her pets over and over again.

The lightest giggle escaped the hypnotist’s lips, not wanting to disturb the absolutely adorable sight of a bed-headed Taylor Swift swinging herself into deeper oblivion, unknowingly taking Melanie halfway into dressing herself, physically paused for the sake of staring. It took a moment for Alexis to realize why this seemed so familiar, her mind being taken back to her last virtual session with her harem, creating an ebb and flow of energy she used to empower Claudine. Seeing something similar play out, her pets making their own sexy, hypnotic prisons of pleasure more securely in Alexis’ hands turned almost giggle into an audible moan. An errant hand was so tempted to fall and allow the scene to play with their minds and a burning arousal, but it relented in-time before her disguise could be curiously-stained.

“Back...and forth....” Alexis’ voice appeared at Taylor’s ears, making the singer gasp as it prompted her ears to give all their attention her way. “Back...and forth....for Mistress Alexis.”

Taylor repeated the mantra, changing the duet with Taylor leading and Melanie keeping up, both following a nearby, looming lead. A fingertip trailed over the arm holding the pocket watch, until it slipped out of Taylor’s fingers right into Alexis’. Taylor saw the watch’s arch slow and the size of it grow, until the shiny surface was all she could see. The cool metal touching her forehead sent shivers down her spine before she collapsed back to sleep on the bed. Melanie’s immobile body got slightly worried as the pocket watch drifted away, on for it to come back and approach her in the same fashion. Upon contact, she fell into Alexis’ arms, shivering from the giggle at her ears reminding her to get dressed.

“Yesss Mistress Alexis,” she mewled, resuming following the original command.

As Melanie was getting ready so she and Alexis could leave under the cover of lowly assistant, the red-headed hypnotist began whispering words of affirmation to the sleeping blonde beauty, punctuating “patience” for the next time they could meet. Taking care of her slaves also meant not putting them in harm’s way, so some distance away from them before making sure this threat was or wasn’t legitimate was her sound plan.

Finally walking out of the suite, trailing behind Melanie, she started to imagine who these dangerous hypnotists might be, more confident than ever to stand against them, and make them fall to their knees before her if need be.