The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Forty-seven...forty-eight...forty-nine…and fifty,” Emily whispered to herself, letting her body fall backwards into the sit-up bench with the final number, trying to catch her breath after her last set of crunches for the day. With a heavy sigh she got up from the bench and headed quickly towards the gym shower hoping to find one available.

Much to her joy, there were several free showers ready. Without second thought, she undressed and got into one of them, eager to get the sweat off her body. Having just turned twenty-five a few weeks ago, Emily had been blessed by mother nature with perfect curves in all the right places, but she still had to put in the extra effort to make sure she didn’t develop new ones where they didn’t belong. In the end, all of her hard work and perseverance had paid off in the form of a toned physique she was proud of and careful to keep that way.

After a good bath, Emily used the gym towel to cover her tanned body while she looked for a change of clothes in her duffel bag. She pulled up her black yoga pants and put on a matching sports bra. Once both garments were tight on her body, she got into her sneakers and did her black hair in a mid-back length ponytail. Finally, she put up her navy blue fitness jacket. Emily was by no means shy, but unless she was running outdoors she preferred to wear something more thank just her sports bra.

Once outside the gym Emily took her phone out from her jacket to watch the time. Six o’clock. Right on schedule to start the new article on this week’s festival, and if I’m quick there’ll be enough time to watch one of the movies in my backlog. As she started making her way back home, a smile spread across her face at the thought of having some spare time for herself. She was about to put her phone back in her pocket when she noticed she had a couple new messages from work and just like that, her smile vanished. While writing pieces for the local newspaper had the huge benefit of a very flexible schedule and working mostly from home, she still had to be in constant communication reporting all progress on her work to her editor and he wasn’t a very patient man, asking for updates or requesting changes on an article whenever he felt like it, just like in this case.

Emily kept walking the all too familiar streets back home, her green eyes fixed on the message in her phone. As she turned the corner, she didn’t notice a girl was running at her until it was too late. None of them was able to avoid the collision, but while Emily only took a step back from the impact, the short girl fell flat on her ass, making the difference in builds very evident.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Are you ok?” Emily asked, offering her free hand to help the other girl up.

“Yeah, sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t be running but I’m already late for a family dinner and I didn’t want to miss the bus,” the girl said, as she got to her feet with Emily’s help.

“No, don’t worry. I was distracted with my phone, so it was on me too.”

“Well, I guess we both need to pay more attention then. Anyway, gotta go. See you around!” the short girl said as she ran off again to the public transport waiting at the stop.

Emily just waved her hand goodbye until the other girl hopped onto the bus. Sorry boss, but you’re gonna have to wait until I get home to get a reply. She put her phone back in her jacket’s pocket and turned around to resume her journey, but as she took the first step she kicked something that was on the floor. She picked up what seemed to be a black engagement ring box. Before Emily kicked it, the little box had been in the exact spot where the girl had fallen to the ground, which meant she’d probably dropped it from her purse without even realizing it. As quickly as she could, Emily turned again to see if the bus was still at the stop but, much to her frustration, the transport was already a couple blocks away and getting farther with every passing second.

Seeing that the little box wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon, Emily examined it closer. With a little luck she could probably find the name of the store it came from and return it there. After all, it should be common sense for the owner to check there in case of loss. Unfortunately though, there was no visible branding on the exterior, so the only remaining option was to open it.

Emily was intrigued and nervous. On one hand, seeing the ring made her think of all the romantic things it entailed but, on the other hand, the girl had mentioned she was late to a family dinner hadn’t she? It was very possible that she was on her way to tell them about her future marriage or who knows, she could even be the one proposing to her partner in front of both families. Maybe she was only picking the ring for a brother, a friend or someone else. In any case, Emily couldn’t help but feel anxious about the prospect of such plans going down the drain just because she thought it was a good idea to read her messages and walk at the same time.

Still a little hesitant, she opened the little box and… it definitely wasn’t what she anticipated. Instead of the engagement ring she was expecting to find, the only thing inside the box was a little metal badge with a blue wing inside a circle of the same color engraved on it. Emily was somewhat relieved that there was no ring to be found, but while the badge looked like the kind of item you could find in a gift shop for a couple bucks, it could also be the sort of stuff to hold some sentimental value.

Far more important than the badge’s quality however, was the fact that right next to it there was a folded note card. There was a short message printed on it: “Piu Grave. Return to 284 Cedar Street by 7:00 pm.” Emily had no clue of what the first part meant but if she had to guess, maybe ‘Piu Grave’ was the actual name of the symbol. The second part however, was exactly what she needed. It almost looked like the owner had become so used to losing stuff that she decided it was better be safe than sorry and put notes on her important belongings with directions on where to return them and even going as far as to specify the hour.

Emily pondered for a moment. It was almost seven o’clock so she could go to the address on the card right now and be done with this. She was more or less familiar with that street and it wouldn’t be that big of a detour from her usual route but more likely than not, that detour was going to eat the extra time she had been setting apart for her movies night. She was tempted to leave this for any other day, but she didn’t really know if that other girl could be needing this right now so, without wasting more time, she put the little box in her pocket and headed for the location in the card.

After a few minutes of walking and searching, Emily finally arrived at her destination. 284 Cedar Street. Yep, this is it. There was a large metal gate at the front and behind it, a road that crossed through the garden leading to a house that looked like it could belong to a celebrity. She rang the bell and waited. Only then she noticed a security camera above the gate turning slowly in her direction. At least there’s someone home. She kept waiting but when it was clear that nothing was going to happen she rang once more. She was determined not to leave like this after risking her movies night to come here but again, nothing happened.

Then it occurred to her that as far as whoever was watching through the camera was concerned, she was just a random stranger that may as well be selling cosmetics from door to door, but without any visible intercom there was no way of telling them what she was here for, so she took the box out of her jacket and opened it for the camera, hoping that would send the message.

Suddenly, the large gate opened slowly by itself with the loud noise of gears moving. Finally she could do what she was here for. She crossed the gate and immediately after, it started closing again. With no other choice but to move forward, she made her way to the house looking for someone to give the box to. She knocked at the front door half expecting to be ignored again, but it opened almost immediately taking her by surprise. Inside, a blonde in a housekeeper uniform gave her an expectant look.

After a brief moment of awkward silence, Emily decided to take the initiative, opening the little box she held in her hand for the other girl to see. “Um…hi. I’m here because of this. I—“

The blonde’s expression made clear that she recognized the item in front of her. “Of course you are,” she said, inspecting Emily from head to toe. “Unfortunately, I’m only allowed to lead you to our Mistress for now, so follow me.”

Something that was supposed to be a simple delivery was getting more and more complicated. However, Emily understood that this girl probably was forbidden to receive certain things in name of the owner, and this little badge was probably one of them. Not wanting to make things harder for everyone, she followed her deeper into the house, finally stopping in front of an elegant double wooden door. The girl opened the door and beckoned Emily inside. “Take a seat. She’ll be with you shortly.”

“Okay, thanks.” As soon as she set foot inside, Emily heard the door close behind her. She could only describe this new area of the house as a small banquet hall with a little stage at the front and five round tables—two on each side of the room and one in the back. But far more intiguing was the fact that almost every table had already three or four people in them filling the place with chatter and laughter. Before entering here, she could have sworn the whole house was empty, but now she realized that many of the rooms, like this one, were probably soundproof.

Emily felt like she was crashing a party even though no one really seemed to care when she arrived. Still unsure of what was going on, she approached the closest table to her, which was the farthest from the dais and the emptier of the five, where two girls sitting across from one another were talking.

“Hi...um...is this seat taken?” Emily wasn’t sure of what reaction to expect from the couple.

“Of course not! Come join us in the waiting club. I’m Melissa by the way.” The perky strawberry blonde welcomed her, extending her hand to greet her.

“Hi, I’m Kaylee. And don’t listen to Melissa, She hasn’t been here for more than fifteen minutes, but she makes it sound like it’s been hours,” the tall redhead said.

“Hi, I’m Emily. Nice to meet you both!” Now that she had a seat and introductions had been made, Emily felt much more comfortable knowing her table mates at least seemed like nice people. At first glance however, neither of them had an air of being the so-called mistress of this place but still, it couldn’t hurt to make some conversation while she waited. “So, what’s with the reunion? Is there going to be a ceremony or something?”

“To be completely honest, I don’t have a clue. Some of the people were already in their tables when I got here and a few others, like yourself, have been arriving little by little,” Melissa said.

“Yeah, I’ve been waiting here a little longer than Melissa, but I don’t know either. I haven’t really exchanged words with anyone else,” Kaylee added.

Until now, Emily hadn’t considered the two girls had met in this place. “Oh, I thought you two already knew each other.”

“Well, as far as I can tell everyone got here on their own and, just like Melissa and I, have been getting to know the others to kill some time.”

Emily surveyed across the room more carefully. Including herself, there were eighteen people in the hall, and all of them were women. They seemed to be in their twenties or early thirties at most and while they were all very different, they all had one thing in common: every single one of them was really beautiful, almost as if they had been cherry-picked to be in this reunion. Fortunately for Emily, it didn’t look like there was a dress code for the occasion.

Even though everyone was relatively close to each other, they all kept their conversation to the girls in their own tables, which explained why Kaylee and Melissa hadn’t talk to any of the others.

“At least it shouldn’t be too long now. You know, I should’ve done like you Emily and arrive barely in the nick of time to save myself the wait, but to be honest, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t make it in time,” Melissa said.

Melissa’s words made Emily realize she still didn’t know the couple’s reason for being here, so this was as good time as any to ask. “Then I guess you’re waiting for someone?”

“I am waiting for Mistress,” both girls said at the same time, before exchanging looks and sharing a little laugh at their unexpected synchrony. “And what brought you here?” Kaylee asked Emily.

“You could say that it’s more or less the same reason.” Emily opened the little box she had come to return for the girls to see. “I found this, and inside there was a note with this address on it so I came here, hoping to find its owner.”

Both Kaylee and Melissa stared in surprise at the badge, and reached for their purses, only to pull out identical badges to the one she was holding, box and all. Melissa smiled brightly. “I knew it! Well, I wasn’t sure really, but I suspected that you had one too. I mean, you’re here after all right.”

“In fact, we think every girl in the room has one like this and is waiting for the Mistress, just like us,” Kaylee revealed.

Emily was puzzled to say the least. Not only the badges were indistinguishable from one another, but both girls, and possibly every other one in the room had one. “Wow, that’s really...surprising. And who gave them to you?”

“That’s the most incredible thing,” Melissa said, visibly excited. “I just found it in my purse yesterday!”

If Emily was confused before, she wasn’t even sure what to call it now. “But, I mean, you just...found it? No one gave it to you?”

“That’s right! After work I went to meet some friends and I’m absolutely sure that before going out, my handbag was empty, and I put in it only what I needed in that moment, but when I came back home, there it was!”

Emily was still far from convinced. “Maybe it fell into it while you were walking?”

“Nah-ah. It was closed the whole time.”

“One of your friends or someone else could have snuck it in while you weren’t watching.”

“Nope. I had my purse glued to me. And I only talked to them and to this woman who was trying to sell me something...I think.”

“Maybe this lady put the box in your handbag? You know, like a free sample or some way to promote her product.” Emily suggested, feeling she could have found the culprit. “What was she selling?”

“Well...I’m not sure. I ran into her when I was about to open the door to my house, and I think she has already tried to sell me stuff several times before, but I’m not really interested in whatever she is selling. I think she is one of those door-to-door saleswoman.”

“You’ve seen her many times before, but you don’t remember what she was trying to sell?”

“Yeah, you know how it is. Whenever she talks to me I kinda know what to expect from her, so as soon as she starts shaking my hand I just drift off and we just keep shaking hands and she keeps talking and talking, and I just follow along and nod every now and then to make it seem like I’m paying attention. I mean, I could cut her off but that would be rude and she’s just trying her best, you know?

Emily almost felt pity for that woman. Trying so hard to make a sale to the same person for several days only for her would be buyer not even remembering what product she is selling.

“But anyway,” Melissa continued, “I don’t remember what she was selling but I’m sure that she didn’t give me the box, and that same night it was just there in my purse, almost as if by magic.”

The fact that Melissa’s attention spans seemed to be very fluid didn’t help to make her recap of the events very reliable for Emily, so she decided to turn to Kaylee for a better answer. “So, how about yours?”

“I found mine in one of my coat pockets this morning.”

“So, you don’t remember who gave it to you or how you got it either?”

“Well, I wouldn’t go as far as to say it appeared magically, but no, I can’t remember where I got it from, but as soon as I read the note inside I knew that I had to come to see the Mistress, same as Melissa here.”

“Oh yeah, absolutely! I was just talking to Kaylee about it before you arrived. I read the note yesterday and I wanted to come immediately, but it was already past eight o’clock, so I had to wait until today to come and see the Mistress.” Melissa said enthusiastically. She and Kaylee were probably enjoying this whole ‘surprise party’ scenario, or at least that’s what the big grin on their faces suggested.

Emily however, wasn’t very thrilled. She was here to see the mistress alright, but not for the same reasons that everyone else apparently. For all she knew this could be some sort of sorority reunion or maybe they were part of one of those TV shows where they give prizes to random people. Whatever it was, the girl she’d literally ran into earlier was part of it, not her, and at this point she couldn’t help but wonder if that girl even knew she had this box with her to begin with.

She just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible and get back home to start her next article, all hopes for her movies night already lost. The good part is that she was the closest to the door. As soon as this mistress came through it, Emily would intercept her, let her know right away that she was here only to give her badge back and take her leave.

She was still reviewing the plan in her mind when the lights in the room dimmed a bit, and the stage at the front lit up as it would at the start a play. Emily kept her eyes the door, ready to leap as soon as she saw it open. Suddenly, she heard a voice coming in the exact opposite direction she was watching. “Very good ladies! I’m glad to see we have a very healthy group today.”

The whole room fell silent. Emily turned to see a girl she hadn’t seen before walking on the dais. Her glossy midnight-black hair flowed freely over her shoulders as she slowly paced back and forth, not so much in stage fright as a hunter assessing its prey.

She didn’t seemed to be much older than Emily and yet, her aura made it clear that she was someone used to being in charge. It wasn’t only her presence, but her whole appearance stood out from the rest of girls present. She was a rare mix of classy and sexy. Her olive skin made a perfect contrast with her purple sundress, which allowed for a clear look at her long legs while framing her figure perfectly.

But how could someone like her walk into the room without Emily noticing it when she was keeping close watch on the only door? With a quick double-check of the place she understood. At the side of the stage there was the door from where this girl came. Before being open, like it was now, the door was probably blending into the wall, making it almost impossible to notice for someone who didn’t know it was there to begin with. Of course, it made sense for a woman who gave the impression to look down on everyone else to avoid the same entrance used by the rest.

Unfortunately for Emily, the host was already on with whatever this was, leaving her with little choice but to wait for an opening to let her know why she was here. Somehow, she was almost certain this was the type of person who didn’t take kindly to interruptions and she didn’t want to risk being berated in front of the whole group.

“So, before moving forwards,” the girl on the dais continued, “I just want to make sure we understand each other.” She made a dramatic pause and looked at the group, before speaking again. “Why are you here?”

Emily thought for a moment this would be as good a time as any to raise her hand and state her reason for being here, but before her idea could turn into action, all the other girls in the hall spoke in unison. “I am waiting for Mistress.” For a second, she thought all the others were following some script she wasn’t aware of, but then she looked at their faces. Some of them were visibly confused, looking around at their table companions searching for an answer to such perfect coordination, while others appeared to be amused by their situation.

Among the latter was Melissa, who was having a blast. “Can you believe it? We’re all here for the same.” She told Emily, almost dismissing the fact that seventeen people had just said the exact same words at the exact same time.

“Yeah, it’s crazy.” Apparently no one, not even Melissa and Kaylee, had noticed Emily was the only one who hadn’t joined the chorus, and with how strange things were turning out, it was probably better to keep it like that for now.

Before the confused chatter in the room grew any louder, the girl on stage cut in. “I’m happy to see you all know what you need, and like they always say, ask and you shall receive.” An expectant silence fell over the hall. “Oh but where are my manners?” A devious smile formed on her face. “I’m sorry, I believe introductions are in order. My name is Violet and I’m the owner of this residence, but the most important thing you should know, is that I am your Mistress.”

For Emily, this was only the official confirmation of something she already suspected—this girl was the owner of the box she had come to return. But for everyone else, it was almost as if they were in presence of something divine. “I hear you Mistress,” all the voices in the room said simultaneously once more, except this time there were no giggles or confused faces afterwards, not even a word. Even Melissa, who was all bouncy just a second ago, sat there in awe, just like Kaylee and all the others. Every pair of eyes was focused on the girl in purple.

“Very good. Now that you hear me and only me, I think it’s time to start your training. Grace, come in.” She shouted to the door that was just behind Emily.

The door opened almost instantly and someone scurried into the room. No one turned to look, and as much as Emily wanted to, she refrained from being the only one to do so, trying not to distract the others. Once Grace came into her line of sight, she recognized her as the blonde housekeeper who guided her to this room.

Grace had brought with her a tall metallic pedestal with a faceted crystal ball about the size of a basketball attached at its top. She set the pedestal at the center of the room with a loud thud, but even that wasn’t enough to make any of the girls take their eyes off the stage. After setting the pedestal in place, Grace flicked a switch in its base, causing the crystal ball to start spinning slowly. Then she quickly made her way to one of the front corners of the room and pulled a small lever on the wall. The floodlight on the ceiling behind Emily projected a beam directly into the crystal which refracted and split the light into a spectrum of colors, sending them to dance in every direction.

“Look at the crystal.” As beautiful as the display of lights was, no one seemed to care until Violet mentioned it. “You can’t stop looking at it as you hear my voice. First, I will guide you to a special place you’ve all been before. As we go, you will remember every sensation you felt the last time you were there,”

Still unsure of what was happening, it was fairly obvious this wasn’t something meant to be interrupted, so she remained in silence waiting for a moment to try and get the attention of the host and explain herself.

“Five… You can’t take your eyes off the crystal and it’s beautiful colors. If you try hard enough, you can find even more colors inside. Look deeper into the crystal and find every color now.”

While the lightshow was indeed splendid, Emily’s attention wasn’t on the big jewel, but on the girls around her. Her seat in the back gave her a clear view of them, and their behavior had become more interesting. Some of them had their eyes wide open, almost as if they had tape holding their eyelids up, while others were squinting in an attempt to have a better look. Neither of them were blinking anymore.

“Four… As you discover more and more colors you find that all of your worries, all of your cares, all of your thoughts are flowing freely into the crystal. Just let them go and allow yourself to be completely free.”

Most of the girls had sunk a little into their seats, eyes still glued to the sphere in front of them.

“Three… Very relaxed now, eyelids getting heavier and heavier. You want to keep looking at the crystal but you are sooo relaxed that you can’t even hold the weight of your head anymore. Try as you might, your eyes just want to close and your whole body wants to sink into this amazing relaxation.”

To one degree or another, everyone seemed to be struggling to stay awake. Melissa was no exception, her chin falling to her chest in regular intervals only to jerk awake for a brief moment before nodding off again, each time seemingly harder to lift her head again. In contrast and not unlike Emily, Kaylee sat still. Her shoulders had dropped a little but other than that, it didn’t look like she was about to fall asleep. Emily leaned in to see in the redhead’s face what her reaction was to all of this, only to find out that, despite her posture not changing, her eyes had rolled back into her head, showing only the whites. Although barely visible, her pupils were moving rapidly from side to side.

In that moment, Emily understood. She recalled the time when she had been assigned to write a piece about the neighboring county fair and, among the various events, there was a hypnotist show. She’d never really been convinced that hypnosis was real but, even though wasn’t brave enough to volunteer, watching how it worked up close and interviewing some of the volunteers afterwards definitely changed her view on the whole subject. In the fair there wasn’t a giant crystal ball to watch, but beyond that, the wording used by the hypnotist and the reactions of the people on stage were very similar to what she was witnessing right now. Now there was no doubt in Emily’s mind these girls were being hypnotized, though she was a bit surprised to see the whole group going down, as even the fair hypnotist had to send a few volunteers he couldn’t handle back to the audience.

“Two… Almost in that place you know very well by now. Ready to let your Mistress guide you, because you know only that will bring you true bliss.”

This definitely was hypnosis, but it was starting to sound a little too cultish for Emily. She just hoped the relaxation part would end soon so she could take her leave.

“And one. Let the peace flow through your body and go deep for your Mistress.”

With the last number, all of the girls fell asleep. Some of them let their head softly fall on the table, while others were sprawled on their chairs, but most of them had a contented smile on their faces.

This was the pause Emily had been waiting for to let the self-proclaimed mistress know why she was here before she continued with her session. She waved her hand to draw her attention, trying not to make any noise that could wake people up and ruin the whole thing but, as luck would have it, the crystal ball was exactly between them, concealing a very awake Emily from Violet’s eyes. Grace however, would have noticed her, had she not been fighting to keep her head up. She wasn’t completely gone like the others, but with the way her eyes kept rolling into the back her head, she was clearly in no position to see anything.

Better seize this opportunity to do this and go home. Emily was about to stand up from her chair, when she heard a tired voice coming from one of the tables.

“Uhhh…where...where am...I?” A pale skin girl with short curly hair asked, as she took in her surroundings. She tried to straighten up in her chair and get up, but she looked like she could fall asleep again at any moment. “I...I need to...leave.”

Violet quickly walked to the girl before she could leave her chair. She took both her hands and started moving her arms around in a strange pattern. “Look into my eyes,” she demanded.

It was as if the curly girl was doing a tremendous effort averting her gaze from the host’s eyes. “No, I—“

“Look into my eyes,” Violet said again in a commanding tone, as if scolding a misbehaved kid.

There was no resistance the second time. The curly hair stared helplessly at the mistress’s eyes.

“Theeere you go. Isn’t that much better?

“Uh-huh,” she nodded slowly.

“Very good, just keep relaxing for me. Keep going deeper and deeper for your Mistress.” Both girls locked eyes for a few seconds, until the Violet finally spoke again. “SLEEP!” As she shouted the word, she pulled the girl’s arms at the same time, causing her to fall forward in her chair. She looked at her for a second, probably making sure she was deep asleep this time. She turned back and stomped to the stage, so annoyed she didn’t even noticed Emily had witnessed everything.

“Grace. Grace!” She clapped her hands in the face of her half-asleep servant, making her jump.

“Yes! What do you require Mistress?” Grace said exaggeratedly energetic, trying to hide that she was almost gone a second ago.

“How many times have I told you not to look at the crystal when I’m working. If you keep this up I will have you wait outside and miss out on the fun until I’m done with my group, or maybe I’ll just make you sleep through it since you seem to like that so much.”

“N-no please. It won’t happen again.”

Violet took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down a little. “Anyway, one of the girls woke up after the countdown.”

Grace’s eyes grew wide in shock. “But every slave sent here is supposed to be thoroughly trained for you Mistress. Something like this shouldn’t happen.”

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious.” Violet pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “I assume you are sure every single one of these girls was given their approval badges by their handlers?”

“Absolutely.”

“And you cross-checked the names of the girls against the handler who sent them in this week’s program.”

“Ohhh…you mean...that list that Miss Aura sent me last week right? Well...ummm”

“I don’t have time for this. Tell me the whole truth now.” Violet snapped her fingers.

“I lost the list Miss Aura gave me which specified which handler had trained which slave but since this week no one has gotten here without their badge so far I just checked their beauty was worthy of you Mistress and I thought I could make it like that with no issues until I got the next week’s list,” Grace blurted out, out of breath by the time she was done.

“You mean to tell me that we don’t have their names and jobs.” Violet’s hand was twitching softly, like it was about to slap Grace any moment now.

“Well...no—I mean, not yet anyway. I will collect their information before they leave here, just like with the last groups.” Grace swallowed anxiously. The frustration on the other woman was almost tangible.

“Oh, why didn’t you say so? Then I guess I shouldn’t be worried, don’t you agree, my dear Grace?” Violet was suspiciously calm and all smiles all of a sudden.

“Ummm...yeah?”

“Okay, great!”

“Great!” Grace was relieved to hear that everything was apparently forgiven and forgotten.

Suddenly, Violet grabbed her housekeeper’s face with one hand squeezing both of her cheeks. “So you don’t think I should be worried when I’m controlling dozens of slaves out there to expand our influence and get us closer to the people in the big leagues of this city, but somehow my personal assistant can still manage to lose a piece of paper with sensitive information.”

“I’mph...shorry.”

Violet glared at Grace, her hand never letting go of her servant’s face. As irritated as she was, it didn’t look like she was trying to hurt her, but to assert her authority. Then she got closer to her face, their noses almost rubbing. “You know, sometimes I think about demoting you to kitchen duty.” Violet closed the remaining distance between them and planted her lips firmly on Grace’s for a deep passionate kiss. “But then I remember you are so lucky to have the most talented tongue I have ever felt,” she said, before leaning in for another kiss, this time both of her hands grabbing her servant’s butt.

Emily was stupefied, to put it mildly. The impromptu lesbian show developing in front of her was the least of the bombs she had just been thrown. Without realizing it, she had just walked into some sort of hypno slavery ring, or at least that’s what the owner of this place claimed. As a journalist, it was a golden opportunity delivered to her on a silver platter, but as a simple girl who just expected to go home and watch some movies, this was getting scarier by the minute.

She could try to make a run for the door while these two were occupied, but there was a chance it could be locked. Forcing her way out was also an option. She considered herself in top physical condition and, while both the mistress and her servant seemed to be in great shape themselves, she could probably overpower them if she gave the first strike. Unfortunately, even if she could somehow get the key of the room or force them to open the door, navigating her way out of the residence without alerting anyone, unlocking the main door and getting past the front gate sounded like a tall order.

Still, she had to make her choice to at least take advantage of the element of surprise. Emily knew that hypnosis was real, but she didn’t believe it was enough for Violet to have people in the streets doing her bidding. These girls probably had been hypnotized several times before just to make them come here, but this was probably their first stop. She was certain they would be taken somewhere else to be tortured and threatened if they didn’t agree to whatever was required of them. And if she just waited around and they found out she had been hearing about their operation something even worse could be in store for her. She had to make sure to get out of here now. Writing and article and exposing this to the authorities would come next.

As Emily was still making her mind about her best course of action, the two girls broke their kiss. “That’s enough fun for now. Fortunately, the list is just random names for someone who doesn’t know about this, but I still expect you to find it. I need to know which one of my handlers thought it would be a good idea to send me an unfinished product, understood?”

“Of course Mistress,” Grace said, eyes full of devotion.

“And do not think I have forgotten that you tried to lie to me.”

“I’m sorry...Mistress.” Grace lowered her gaze, embarrassed.

“It is all right. After all, I do look forward to your punishment. If I’m still unsatisfied after I’m done with my newest acquisitions, it will be the perfect chance for you to make it up to me.” A sultry smile formed on Violet’s face.

“Of course, I will accept any punishment you deem appropriate Mistress.”

“I’m sure you will. After all, you need to learn to tell me important stuff without me forcing it out with the truth serum trigger. You know I want that little pretty head of yours as pristine as possible, so stop tempting me to put more triggers. Obeying my every command without second though is something I want only from mindless slaves, so I’m afraid that you have to learn to do things the traditional way.”

“I know. Thank you Vio—“ Grace said, “Thank you Mistress.” Her smile was of genuine happiness.

For a brief moment, Emily could’ve sworn she heard something resembling sincere interest in Violet’s voice, or maybe it was only an employer wanting the best performance from one of her subordinates. Either way it didn’t matter. The only important thing was that she had finally made up her mind. She would run to the door and pray for everything to be unlocked all the way to the front gate and with some luck she could climb one of the walls and get out before anyone could catch her. She tightened the muscles in her legs and prepared to spring to the entrance.

“Anyway, getting back to the issue at hand,” Violet said, still unaware that Emily was getting ready to run for it, “thanks to a poorly trained slave, we can’t just go right to the fun part. I will have to take a little time to reinforce her and the others while I’m at it. We have to make sure they are ready for duty before we let them go to their homes tonight.”

Emily froze in place when she heard this. She couldn’t believe it, but the owner of the house apparently thought that her hypnosis was enough to start calling people slaves and get them to do whatever she wanted, or she wouldn’t be sending them home so soon, but far be it from her to complain. This presented her with the perfect opportunity to get out of there safely and also get the exclusive. Every bit of evidence she could gather would help not only her to make a very relevant article, but also the authorities to dismantle this whole operation, and all she had to do was to pretend she was one of Violet’s hypnotized slaves while recording whatever happened here. If Violet and Grace bought her act they would let her go home like the rest of the girls, and by this time tomorrow they would be in for a big surprise when they realized their names were all over the front page of the newspaper.

But for that to happen, she needed to play along for the time being. Emily was no actress, but as long as they didn’t ask her to harm anyone, she felt capable of playing the part of the helplessly hypnotized victim with everything she had seen so far in the fair and in this hall. Okay, first things first. Emily slowly pulled her phone out of her jacket’s pocket, just enough to take a glance of the screen, and quickly activated the voice-recorder app she used to document her interviews. After making sure the app was on, she immediately slid it back inside her pocket.

“Let’s get this show going,” Violet said as she made her way to the center of the stage. Before either of the two girls at the front could see her, Emily let her head fall forward a little and closed her eyes, trying to look like the rest of her sleeping companions.

“Very good ladies,” Violet raised her voice, making clear she was addressing everyone in the room, “we are going to complete your training, but for now just keep going deeper and deeper for your Mistress. Deeper and deeper.”

Emily wasn’t sure of what ‘deeper and deeper’ should mean for her, so the best she could do was to lower her head a bit more. She could faintly hear Violet slowly moving, apparently going from one girl to the other, but not saying a word. She wanted to take a peek to see what was happening but there was too much risk of being discovered, either by the hypnotist or her assistant, so she remained motionless in her chair.

Out of nowhere, she felt Violet’s hand grab her own, taking her by surprise. Emily hadn’t even noticed the other woman was already right next to her, and was barely able to suppress a gasp. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like Violet had seen anything unusual so far. She kept softly shaking Emily’s arm without saying a word until, as abruptly as she had grabbed her, she just dropped her hand. The sudden release caught the journalist by surprise. Was she supposed to keep her arm floating where Violet had left it, or was the right move to drop it? She quickly remembered that she was pretending to be asleep and relaxed, and as such, the logical thing would be to just let her arm fall.

Even though Emily felt she had made the correct choice, she could still feel that Violet’s presence next to her. Was that single moment of hesitation going to bring down her whole plan so quickly? Nothing was happening, but she kept her act. She could only pray the next thing she felt wasn’t a hit to the back of her head or a syringe being plunged into her neck. After a few tense moments. she finally heard the hypnotist moving to the other girls in her table. They made no noises, but she suspected she was doing the same arm thing with Melissa and Kaylee.

After presumably doing the same with the rest of the girls, Emily heard Violet getting farther from the tables to talk with her assistant. “This is definitely not good.”

“Is it really that bad Mistress?”

“Yes. It’s not only the one that woke up, but a couple more of them could use some work.”

“I see…I will arrange a meeting with your handlers for tomorrow, if that is fine with you Mistress.”

“It is. I need to know who are the ones slacking off.”

“As you command, Mistress.”

Violet walked to the center of the room and stood next to the crystal ball still spreading the lights in every direction. “Everyone still deeply hypnotized. Stand up and open your eyes,” she said to the whole group.

As soon as she heard movement around, Emily followed suit, glad to be able to fake being hypnotized with her eyes open and avoid more jumpscares. She took a discrete look around with the slim hope of finding an accomplice, maybe someone just like her, just pretending to be under hypnosis while waiting for a chance to make a move but, unsurprisingly, all of the girls seemed to be very out of it, staring into space with empty eyes.

“Form a circle around the crystal ball, leaving just a body of space between each other.”

Everyone walked slowly to the center of the room following Violet’s order. Emily tried her best to move alongside the group without lowering her gaze to see where she was walking. She just prayed there weren’t any obstacles or bumps on the floor, for tripping over something would be a pitiful way to end her facade. She finally made it to the forming circle, squeezing herself between Kaylee and Melissa. In truth, it didn’t make a difference as both girls were completely gone, but she felt a little better having familiar faces—as blank as they were—at her side.

“Very good ladies,” Violet started walking inside the circle of women, her voice like honey, “and as you keep listening to my voice, you know nothing can disturb you or take you out of this wonderful place called trance. After all, you have been here many times before, and you know there is nothing to worry about while you are here. Watch the crystal spinning in front of you, and every time the light dances in your eyes, let more and more of your cares and worries drift away, until your mind is free of all the baggage keeping you from your true self.”

Emily refrained from watching the crystal directly. She wasn’t conditioned like the others, so she knew she was in no danger of going into trance, but every time she had tried to stare intently at it to go along with the hypnotist, the unpredictable flashes of light dazzled her, so she decided it was better to look slightly at its side only to give the impression that she was transfixed by it like the rest without hurting her eyes, only actually looking briefly at it whenever Violet passed close to her.

“The only thing that will always remain in your mind is training you received before coming here. The training that granted you the honor of coming to serve me, and therefore, the most important thing in the world. Remembering every instruction, every feeling, every reward. As each one of them come back to you it only helps you to go deeper and to surrender yourself further to this wonderful relaxation I’m giving to you, allowing me to mold your thoughts as I see fit. After all, it’s only natural to give in to someone who can make you feel this good, and trust her with your mind and body.”

If Violet weren’t trying to enslave people she would be a great yoga instructor or therapist, Emily conceded. So far everything had gone smoothly, and how could it not? All she had been doing until now was listening to Violet’s rambling and pretending to stare at a giant crystal while she caught on audio something incriminating enough to present to the authorities and her boss. If the other woman kept things going like this, Emily had no doubt she could pull this off.

“Now I will go to each one of you, but while you wait, I want you to repeat your special phrase, and each time you say it, you will sink deeper into this hypnosis, only stopping when I order you to.” Violet snapped her fingers.

In perfect unison, all the girls started chanting something. Emily was terrified. She had no clue what this special phrase was, and even though everyone was saying it at the same time, they were more whispering to themselves than saying it out loud. Luckily, Violet had just turned her back to her, or she would have quickly noticed she wasn’t chanting along. Emily seized the opportunity and slowly leaned a little closer to Melissa, hoping Grace didn’t spot her from the corner of the room.

“My mind and body belongs to my Mistress, my obedience brings me pleasure. My mind and body belongs to my Mistress, my obedience brings me pleasure.” Melissa repeated over and over. At least now Emily knew what she was supposed to be saying, and judging by the chorus of voices in the room, everyone had been given the same phrase. She joined the girls reciting the mantra while she followed Violet with her eyes. The hypnotist was talking to each of the girls in the circle.

When she got to Kaylee next to her, Emily perked up her ears, trying to get an advanced warning of whatever Violet was going to tell her, but she was speaking in a low voice, making it very hard to hear. Kaylee’s answers however, were loud enough. “It’s Kaylee, Mistress,” the redhead said, making only a small pause to hear the next question, which she answered almost immediately. “I’m the data processing officer at the Central Bank, Mistress.” Emily was impressed, but then again, Kaylee did seem like a very smart woman. More importantly, she was almost certain that Violet was asking everyone their names and jobs. She had to come up with something fast, because she was next in line.

As Emily expected, Violet appeared in front of her. “Stop reciting and look into my eyes,” she said, standing barely a feet away from the journalist, who did as she was instructed. Emily would have thought that, at this short distance, it should’ve been harder to lock stares with a woman that was planning to use everyone here for who knows what, but in fact, it was quite the opposite. It was the first time she had been this close to the hypnotist, and her amber eyes were far from threatening. They were beautiful, and most of all, inviting. Emily didn’t know if she was allowed to blink or not, but she didn’t feel the need to. She was ready to make her best monotonous voice to answer Violet’s questions, but it seemed like an eternity had gone by and they were still only looking at each other.

“What is your name?” Violet finally asked.

“It’s Em—“ Emily barely managed to stop herself. For just an instant, she had forgotten the situation she was in. “Emma, mistress.”

“And your job?”

“I’m assistant to the executive vice president of the Memorial Hospital...mistress.” Emily needed to keep in mind this woman’s ego required her to be always called mistress.”

Violet’s lips curved into a slight smile, apparently satisfied with the answer. Just as Emily thought, a high-sounding job is exactly what these people wanted from their subjects. The hypnotist ran her fingertips along Emily’s cheek, almost making her shiver with the unexpected familiarity of her touch.

“Really nice. You can look at the crystal again,” Violet said, before moving to the next girl.

Emily resumed her pretense to look entranced by the orb. As awkward as their first direct interaction was, she felt it went relatively well. She could feel her confidence to go through with this rising with each moment her deception was successful.

After a while, Violet was finally done talking with each of the woman in the circle. “Now all of you, strip for me.”

If there was a good moment for all of them to start laughing and tell Emily everything was just their idea of a joke, it was definitely now. Unfortunately for her, no one made any protest or showed any sign of discomfort with the request as, slowly but surely, everyone started taking off their clothes piece by piece.

She was no stranger to being naked around other women, but that didn’t mean it made her happy to do it just because. Emily had little choice however, and she couldn’t risk her hesitation giving her away. She took her jacket off and let it fall to the floor as careful as she could, hoping that whatever her phone recorded from there was audible enough. Her sports bra came off next, letting her ample chest free. She took off her running shoes and finally, she pulled off her yoga pants, leaving herself completely naked for everyone to see. Of course, it wasn’t as if anyone around her really cared. The girls were busy either removing their last pieces of clothing or having their minds sucked by the crystal.

Emily sneaked a look at the others. If she thought they were beautiful before, seeing them naked served only to improve that impression, which was exactly why the journalist couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride. All of them were slim and athletic, and Emily didn’t fall behind on that aspect, but none of them quite matched her full shapely breasts or her hard-earned perky gym booty. Well, at least no one else but Grace.

Wait a minute...Grace!? Emily had to make sure what she’d seen at first glance was right, but there was no mistake. The blonde assistant didn’t seem to be hypnotized like before, but even so she had undressed too, and it was now clear that the uniform she had been wearing was doing a fantastic job at concealing her voluptuous figure. Emily wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it, but she had to admit that Grace’s bare body was a sight to behold for men and women alike.

With everyone else naked, Violet started surveying her newly acquired subjects. Emily had the same feeling that she used to have back in school when the teacher picked someone randomly to answer a difficult question, and she always ended up as the unfortunate chosen one and, sadly for her, it seemed that after all these years her luck hadn’t changed at all. Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell Violet’s eyes were roaming her body. Ironically, the very thing she was so proud of a few moments ago, was the reason the hypnotist’s attention was now completely focused on her. It was to be expected that Emily’s body would attract the attention of the person who had someone like Grace working for her.

“My my, what do we have here?” Violet said to herself.

Great, just my luck. The hypnotist started walking around Emily, just as she feared. She did her best to kept her body still and her eyes on the crystal, trying to remain as calm as possible. The confidence she had before was all but gone now, feeling vulnerable and very self-conscious of her nudity. Finally, Violet stood in front of her, blocking the view of the object that was supposedly hypnotizing her. Left without a visual focus to continue her act, Emily felt the impulse of looking into the other woman’s eyes, but she held it off, not wanting to raise suspicions by acting without the instruction to do so.

“You are a big girl, aren’t you? It’s such a shame that your handler didn’t put the care into your mind that your body deserves,” Violet reached with both hands and began tweaking Emily’s nipples, “but we are going to fix that.”

That last statement was worrying in and of itself, but Emily had another problem on her hands, or on her boobs, to be more precise. This was the first time she felt another woman touch her so intimately, and although she didn’t swing that way, her body didn’t seem to care, her nipples already rock-hard under Violet’s deft touch. She could feel herself blushing as the tried not to squirm.

“Look into my eyes.”

Emily didn’t have to be told twice. She really needed something to focus her eyes on to keep the ruse going while she directed all her mental efforts to keep her body reactions at bay. For a moment, she felt the relentless attack on her left nipple cease, and noticed Violet signaling someone with her free hand, only to resume her ministrations immediately after.

“I can see that your body is very sensitive Emma.”

Hearing Violet call her by her false name made Emily felt a little better and reminded her that, despite the other woman believing she had found some sort of weak spot on her, she was still pretty much in control of the situation as long as she didn’t make a mistake.

“But you should know, it is completely natural. After all, a body like yours demands to be given the attention it deserves, to be touched by expert hands, whether they are yours or someone else’s, it doesn’t matter as long as they can satisfy its desires. Because you see, every time you squeeze your big tits or slide a hand into your wet panties to fuck your needy pussy, every time you take a hard cock into your mouth or make your best impression of a cowgirl, or every time you get on all fours to be pounded like a bitch in heat, in those moments your mind just shuts down and you move only to satisfy what your body requires of you.”

Emily didn’t know what Violet was getting at. She wasn’t some animal just moving on instinct whenever she felt horny, but she was in no position to start an argument and even if she could, her nipples standing at attention wouldn’t help her case.

“And as you go deeper into hypnosis than any other time before, your body is becoming even more sensitive making it easier for your tired mind to understand what it needs.”

There had never been ‘any other time before’ for Emily, but the longer the hypnotist kept thinking she had just another mindless girl under her control, the sooner she would move onto the next subject.

“Even now, you are little by little surrendering control of your mind to your body. Your back is arching, as your tits want to be closer to my touch, closer to the pleasure.”

Emily hadn’t noticed before until Violet mentioned,, but now she could feel how her back was indeed arching, offering her breasts to the woman in front of her. She had been too busy trying to hold Violet’s stare to notice the moment it happened.

“Now come with me,” Violet said, as she pulled Emily’s nipples gently but firmly, leading her just a few steps away from the group.

As soon as she felt the first tug, Emily started walking. She couldn’t help feeling like she was being herded like an animal, but that didn’t do anything to stop her from following the hypnotist. Emily couldn’t afford to look away from Violet’s eyes to see the path she walked, but somehow she knew that she could trust the fingers on her nipples to lead her.

“Right here, we need a little more space for you,” Violet said as they stopped. “Grace, you can start now.”

Without any warning, Emily felt a new pair hands opening her labia and a wet tongue passionately making its way to her clitoris. She didn’t even have time to think about containing the loud moan that the person below squeezed out of her. She quickly shut her lips in an effort to prevent more sounds from coming out.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about denying your body the release it so desperately needs. Focus only on my eyes, as your head becomes more and more empty. Anything on your mind will only get in the way of your pleasure, but you don’t have to worry about that either because your body will help you deal with that too. You can feel how every thought you still have is being drained out from your mind and going down to your pussy, leaking onto Grace’s tongue.”

If it were any of her former partners between her legs , Emily would have cracked a laugh internally at what Violet was suggesting, but Grace was relentless and infinitely more skilled at what she was doing than any man she knew. As much as she tried, she couldn’t stop moaning and while this was probably what the hypnotist wanted, it bothered her that the women who were probably going to do something illegal with the girls in the room, were the ones making her feel things she didn’t even know she could feel.

While she had to admit the constant attention to her nipples and her clit were quickly taking their toll on her, Emily didn’t feel like giving Violet her orgasm. She could try to fake it. It was a gamble, but it was much better than just give into them. She got ready to give her most believable climax scream, all she needed was to—

Suddenly, her clit throbbed and juice trickled from her slick center, making her lose her train of thought. What had she been thinking a second ago? She was sure it was something about her orgasm, but the fact that the idea was completely gone from her head was concerning, or it should have been, as even the feeling of worry was becoming foreign to her the more she stared at the amber eye in front of her. Emily tried to remember again what her plan was. If it had something to do with her orgasm…

Of course! Her plan was to use the good old ‘think about something else’ strategy to help distract her from all the attention she was getting. She knew from experience that whenever she got horny in the wrong place or at the wrong time, that trick helped to cool her off, at least until she found the perfect moment to slide a hand into her wet panties to fuck her needy pussy—to masturbate. It was hard to think of something that could turn her off while looking at someone as pretty as Violet, but she had to try. Just when she was starting to picture something, Emily felt an intense pulse of pure pleasure coming from her swollen breasts traveling through her body, making her unload even more of herself into Grace’s mouth, who didn’t seem to mind at all but quite the contrary, her licks becoming more and more eager.

“You’re doing really good. Now I want you to bring all your remaining thoughts to the surface of your mind so your body can help you get rid of them, and you can finally be perfectly blank for me, doesn’t that sound nice?” Violet moved her head up and down very slightly.

Emily found herself mirroring the motion. She tried to convince herself her head was just moving to follow the hypnotist’s eyes and not because she was agreeing to the fact that being mindless for those beautiful eyes holding hers and those expert hands touching her nipples was something to even consider. At any rate, she needed to focus again on the task at hand, but...what was it? She had forgotten again, but probably going over the important things she had to do would help her remember.

There was the matter of recording every word coming from Violet’s and Grace’s mouths on her phone and keeping track of all that happened around her to have more evidence of this to show to the authorities, not to mention the juicy article she would write for the paper with all the information she gathered. Her erect nipples suddenly became like erotic fire, burning harder than ever before with every pinch from Violet’s hands, consuming her ideas once again.

The next important thing she needed to remember came back to her. She wasn’t hypnotized like everyone else, but she needed to play along to get out of here safely and then do...something? She could think about that later. At least, unlike the other girls, she was just acting and couldn’t end up as one of Violet’s hypnotized playthings. Before she could take full comfort in that fact, a new sensation in her ass made her jump a little. For an instant, she thought Grace had inserted a dildo or maybe her fingers, but then she realized there was nothing inside and yet, it felt as if someone was thrusting the best vibrator she’d ever felt. Emily had never been one for anal sex, but if a guy—or a girl?—could make her feel like this, she would be more than happy to get on all fours to be pounded like a bitch in heat more often.

With her latest idea already gone and forgotten, Emily searched for the next thought to hang onto. It was extremely hard to think at all, as the pleasure coming from almost every part of her body was becoming too overwhelming. Those very sensations however, brought a dim memory to her mind—her orgasm. She wasn’t sure why, but something inside her was telling her that cumming was a very bad idea, that she had to make everything in her power to avoid it. Being one of the last things on her mind to cling to, her womb tightened and her legs started shaking from the extreme effort of forcing back her climax.

If the amused expression in Violet’s face was anything to go by, she was clearly enjoying the feeling of such a perfect body trembling on her hands. With just one more push, Emily could probably ruin her own orgasm, and while that wasn’t the best way to end this, it was her only out at this point. She gathered all of her remaining strength, but before she was able to put it to its intended use an even stronger wave of pleasure coming from the imaginary vibrator inside her ass and from her sensitive tits simultaneously, came crashing over her and she felt how every ounce of resistance she had mustered was liquefied and forcibly released from her body onto Grace´s enthusiastic tongue. No orgasm she’d ever had could even hope to match this, and she still hadn’t reached her climax yet. If Violet’s eyes weren’t holding her, she would have throw her head back in pleasure.

Emily’s desperate moans and heavy panting finally drowned the little voice in her head that was trying to keep her from feeling ultimate bliss, and now that she had leaked practically every useless thought in her head, there should be nothing stopping her mind from shutting down and surrender itself to her body in mind-bending ecstasy, the same body that had long ago surrendered to Violet and Grace.

She felt the heat inside her rising like a volcano ready to explode and the tingles coming from every erogenous zone on her body keeping her at the edge of orgasm. Even though her head remained still to keep looking at Violet, at this point the only thing she could see was the ceiling as her eyes had rolled up in pure blissful agony. As far as she knew, Emily had done everything her body demanded of her, and her reward of release felt so close but at the same time so far away, that she couldn’t help but feel she was being teased just for the sake of it. It didn’t matter anymore. She had never before known such sexual rapture, and she had come to terms with the reality that for the time being, she was just a passenger in this ride, unable and unwilling to fight it, a slave to her own lust.

But even if this battle was lost, the war wasn’t. The next time she felt even just a little horny, she would prove to herself that she was in control, not her primal needs, and her body would definitely learn that she was the one to decide when to indulge in her erotic desires and not the other way around, because, as sure as her name was Emily, she was a woman who made her own decisions, and not an animal ready to be tamed and controlled by her urges.

Almost as if it had been waiting for Emily to reach that conclusion, her clit throbbed furiously. She could feel every pulsation pulling a piece of what was left in her mind, swelling her sweet spot more and more as her head got emptier and emptier until finally, her pussy contracted, pushing out the last of her being with enough force that would have put any squirt porn star to shame. Once the last drop was out, there were no more will or thoughts of her own. She was completely empty, ready to be filled, ready to be molded into whatever the person controlling her body desired, and that person was Violet. Coming to this realization was like an epiphany. Not only had she found her new purpose, but she’d also earned her long-awaited prize.

Her whole body trembled and her knees buckled as the orgasm finally hit her. She convulsed in pleasure, feeling Grace taking her by the ass to press her cunt into the blonde’s mouth. Her desperate moans quickly degenerated into bestial grunts as the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt in her life overloaded all her senses in what could’ve been a few seconds or a whole life, as time lost its meaning in that moment of orgasmic bliss.

After a few moments, Grace gradually slowed down her assault, until she stopped eating her pussy. Before she could fully descent from the peak of her climax, Violet tapped her forehead with one finger and whispered a single word: “Sleep.”

The journalist’s tired mind accepted the command immediately, sinking into the warm embrace of trance while her body melted and released all tension. Were it not for Violet, who caught her with practiced ease, she would have fallen to the ground like a rag doll.

“Wonderful, you are almost ready to reveal your true self. Listening only to my voice now…”

And she did. It was so easy to let that voice fill her mind without thinking about it and only nod and answer when she was required to. Everything was so vivid but at the same time, there was a dreamlike quality to the situation. She was aware of what was happening around her, but found no reason to do anything about it unless she was told to.

She was aware of her Mistress talking to her, making lots of questions and, most importantly, giving orders to her and to everyone else in the room. There was no greater joy than to hear her words and be of any use.

She was aware of how, with a snap of the fingers, the two women next to her became the hottest sexiest persons in the world. From the very beginning, she thought Kaylee and Melissa were beautiful, but now they were beyond that. All she wanted to do was to quell the heat in her pussy she felt just by looking at them. She needed to kiss them, to touch them, to lick every part of their bodies, and judging by the way they were looking back at her, they were eager to do the same.

She was aware of how everyone else—even Grace—had joined with other girls and formed groups of three or four people. She knew they all shared the same lust that she was feeling right now for her former table mates, and it made her so happy to see all of them giving into their desires, some of them licking, some of them fingering, and some of them tribbling, like she was doing with Melissa, while Kaylee took care of fucking her ass.

She was aware of her Mistress at the front of the room, with her clothes still on but her dress around her waist, sitting on the floor and frantically rubbing her pussy while she watched the hypnotic orgy developing in front of her...or at least that’s what it looked like at first glance. On closer inspection though, her eyes were strangely vacant, like she was staring into space and she was also mumbling something to herself. Even with all the moaning going around, the journalist could’ve sworn she could faintly hear the words “my gratification comes from a job well done…my gratification comes from a job well done,” coming out of her Mistress’s mouth over and over again, but as mesmerizing as watching her Mistress pleasure herself was, she knew that the only thing she had to care for now were the two gorgeous babes she was fucking.

She was aware of how good it felt each time Melissa and Kaylee came, making her cum too, over and over. Even when she felt like she couldn’t take anymore, just feeling the two hottest women alive next to her was enough to get her going again. It didn’t matter for how long or how many times they had cum, they couldn’t get enough of one another.

She was aware of how a snap of her Mistress’s fingers was the last thing she was aware of.

Emma closed the entrance door behind her with more strength than necessary, but as productive as her meeting with Violet and her colleagues had been, she was happy to be back home. She hadn’t spent that much time in the same room with the other girls, but somehow she smelled like a mix of several women’s perfume, and even though she had taken a bath after finishing her workout at the gym, she felt her body sweaty and sticky. Probably she hadn’t washed properly before, but now she could take a real bath, and also drink a lot of water. She had done the same exercises she did every day, but it was the first time she felt thirsty to the point of dehydration.

As she took a bath, Emma’s mind was on the events that had transpired in Violet’s house. Actually, she didn’t remember too much, which meant that she had probably dozed off a few times. Sleeping during briefings was something she couldn’t afford, but it was so hard to keep herself focused when there was nothing but talking.

She had a vague memory of herself answering all of Violet’s questions, but not of what those questions—or her own answers for that matter—were. What she did remember was that Violet didn’t seem very happy with Grace afterwards. Emma could just hope that Grace didn’t get in any trouble because of her.

After her bath, Emma put on a casual shirt paired with denim shorts to be more comfortable and headed to the kitchen to make dinner. Once it was ready, she sat at the table and started mindlessly eating her chicken and mushroom ragu as she kept thinking about earlier. Not having clear memories of the reunion didn’t bother her at all, because the only information she needed was always crystal clear in her mind—her mission. She had the big responsibility of helping attract more talent for the organization so they could keep growing. Of course, Emma wasn’t privy to details like its name, members or goals, but she didn’t care about that for she knew with all her heart that she could trust in any cause that Violet believed in.

That being said, Emma was well aware that such secrecy could only mean that this job had its risks, and precisely that was the reason she had been given a fake identity as ‘Emily’. She even had all the fake documents she could ever need to prove to anyone that she was Emily., and they weren’t cheap fakes. They all looked so much like official papers that even Emma herself could have doubted her real name had she not been sure of what her duty was.

The organization had also planted her as a journalist in a local newspaper and she had been doing that for a while now, but it wasn’t until today that Violet explained the details of what she had to do. Being no recruiter, Emma was a little nervous at first that she wouldn’t be able to perform according to expectations, but fortunately, it turned out that all she needed to do was to discretely include in her articles certain words and phrases indicated by Violet, which according to her, would help guide receptive people to discover their role within the group.

Emma sat down at her computer and pulled out from her jacket’s pocket the piece of paper given to her by Violet with the first set of phrases she had to mix in her piece. As she was about to start writing, her phone slipped out from the same pocket and fell on the carpet with a dull thud. She had completely forgotten it was there, but fortunately it didn’t seem to be damaged. She turned on the screen to make sure, only to be greeted by a “Storage full” warning message and a notification indicating the device had been recording for several hours now. The only logical explanation was that she somehow had accidentally activated the voice recorder app.

Still, the more she looked at her phone, the more she felt there was something important in that recording. Something deep inside was telling her that listening to everything she had slept through during the meeting was key for something, but what could that be? Naturally, there was only one way to find out…

Just before she could tap the “Play Recording” button on the screen, she felt an intense wave of pleasure coming from her center, making her whole body shiver in arousal. As unexpected as this was, it definitely wasn’t an unwelcome sensation, bit Emma was still interested in hearing the recording in her phone

She tried once again to tap her phone, only to realize her right hand was already rubbing her clit over her shorts. In theory, Emma could still easily hit the play button with the same hand she was holding the device but, in reality, she couldn’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to throw her phone away and have both hands available to satisfy the sudden heat rising inside of her.

Her shaking thumb kept hovering over the screen, but the longer she hesitated, the hotter she could feel her body. Her right hand was now squeezing her big tits and pinching her hard nipples poking through her shirt, and her wet pussy throbbed, almost urging her to forget about the recording and devote herself to fuck it properly.

Finally, Emma’s eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure and, with a defeated moan, she tossed her phone on the desk and ran to her bed almost ripping off her clothes along the way. She hopped on the bed and got on all fours, ass high in the air as she sank her head in her pillow. The instant she shoved her fingers inside herself and started pumping in and out it suddenly became very clear that whatever she had recorded had no relevance whatsoever to her. She would just let it auto upload to the cloud like she did with every recording she made, and forget completely about it.

It was funny. Emma had never been one for doggystyle before. Whether it be with her partners or just playing with herself, she didn’t like how vulnerable she felt in that position but now, as she kept going, she couldn’t imagine a better way to please her throbbing cunt.

After all, it was only natural to be fucked like the bitch in heat she was.