"It still bothers you, doesn't it?"

Lynn paused in the doorway. Without turning, she nodded. "Yes."

"Why?"

Lynn was silent for a moment, then the words came in a rush.

"Because... it just... doesn't seem right. You can make me do these things without... without any... if someone's tied up then you can see why they do what they're told, they can't... they can't... stop anything because they're tied up. But this... this is... I can't stop this, and I should be able to because there's nothing making me do it."

She fell silent, blushing fiercely and breathing rapidly. She took a deep breath, shook her head, opened her mouth as if she was going to continue. Instead, she left, closing the door behind her.

With a sigh, Melissa sat down on the couch. Lynn had been visiting her several times a week since discovering that hypnosis was, in fact, real. Each time, the power of hypnosis was demonstrated in a persuasive and memorable way. Tonight, she had been given a suggestion that upon awakening, she would write the phrase, "Melissa is my hypnotic Mistress," and present it to Melissa on her knees. Lynn obeyed, fully conscious, fully aware of what she was doing. She was also trembling and red-faced, horrified at the evidence she herself was providing for the power of hypnosis.

An image of Tom Peters flashed through Melissa's mind. He too had been conditioned, trained, programmed to serve her. But he had come into the relationship looking for submission. Over time his needs and desires changed, diverging from hers, and the relationship ended. His former room, which was also Melissa's playroom, remained fully stocked, but unoccupied.

Was that the answer?

There was no doubt that under hypnosis, Lynn was both submissive and sexually charged. Her comment about someone being tied up implied that she had at least pondered that possibility at some point in the past. Would the addition of some physical control finally overpower her doubts?

Was it time for Tom's old room to be occupied again?

Melissa smiled gently. It would be nice to have someone around again, to be there when she wanted or needed them, instead of having to deal with scheduling visits. She imagined Lynn on the bed and her smile widened. Then, unbidden, she visualized Lynn at the kitchen table, hair in disarray. Her smile became a wide grin. Lynn was not, by any means, beautiful, but she had a certain hard-edged sexiness about her. Yes, she could look at Lynn over the breakfast table.

It was time.

Melissa's body tingled as she picked up the phone. There would be a message waiting for Lynn. Her next visit would be for a weekend.

And after that...

* * *

Of course, there was always the chance that Lynn would decide that no, she really didn't believe any of what had happened was real. She could decide to not spend the weekend. She could decide she wanted nothing to do with Melissa, or hypnosis.

Melissa knew better. And so, Friday evening, everything was ready.

The bell rang slightly after the appointed time. Melissa had even expected that, figuring Lynn would show her defiant streak. With a smile, Melissa went to the door. After all, it was something of a historic occasion, and should be enjoyed. Lynn's final act of denial.

At the doorstep, Melissa paused. Grinning, she quietly leaned against the door, but made no move to open it. Outside, Lynn waited, nervous, rather angry at herself, and becoming more impatient by the second.

The bell rang again. Melissa nibbled her knuckles to keep from laughing out loud. Then, after an even shorter delay, the bell rang a third time.

Wiping the smile from her face, Melissa finally opened the door. There stood Lynn, flushed, carrying an overnight bag. Stepping aside, Melissa said, "Come in," before Lynn could speak. Lynn opened and closed her mouth, then walked into the house and set the bag down.

"Sorry I'm late," she said, both unnecessarily and insincerely.

"No problem," Melissa replied softly. She closed the door, pointedly locking it, and turned to gaze at Lynn, who wilted under the scrutiny.

"Look, you don't really expect me to be here all weekend, do you?"

"Yes."

Lynn shook her head, showing real anger now. "But I don't.. don't.." She broke off, then blinked and swallowed hard.

Melissa had raised her hand to her throat. The chain was visible, leading down, and she gently stroked it up and down, all the while watching the flustered woman before her.

Now she closed her fingers around the chain, and tugged upward. Soon the crystal would be revealed, and Lynn was openly staring now, an odd, puzzled, hungry look on her face.

Melissa played with the chain, and with Lynn's mind, for several moments, never actually making the crystal visible, always making sure it remained just out of sight. But Lynn knew it was there, and she wanted it. She wanted the freedom that fixating her attention on it would bring. For if she did, then she would be hypnotized, and then she wouldn't have to worry about doing these things any more. It was so much easier to be hypnotized. There was still no question that it was wrong - but it was so much easier.

"Come with me," Melissa said at length, letting go of the chain and reaching for Lynn's hand. Half in a daze, wanting to be taken the rest of the way, Lynn took the hand and allowed herself to be led docilely up the stairs.

They went into the playroom, and Melissa thrilled inwardly at distant memories of things that had happened in this room. Tonight, she was now sure, there would be new memories made.

She stopped and let go Lynn's hand. For a moment Lynn remained very still, then she slowly looked around the room. Seeing rings on the wall, she paled, and her eyes widened.

From a cabinet, Melissa took a set of wrist restraints. Basically nylon straps with hook-and-loop fasteners and a D-ring, they were easy to put on and came off in seconds if necessary. She walked slowly back to Lynn, who stared at them as if they were from outer space. Without a word, Melissa guided Lynn to the wall and turned her around. She then raised Lynn's right hand, wrapped the strap around the wrist, and snapped it to a ring.

Lynn watched but said nothing, as if she didn't quite realize what was happening. When the second restraint snapped into place, though, she spoke, her voice strained.

"What are you doing?"

Melissa sat on the bed and made herself comfortable before answering.

"I thought this was what you wanted. You said that being tied up would make it easier to understand why you do the things you're told. Well, you ARE going to do what I tell you to do. I'm simply helping you to see why you won't be able to stop me.

Lynn did not answer. Her thoughts darted back to her comments on the step, and she paled again. She had never expected this.

"Stop... what?" she asked, a trace of fear in her voice.

"Anything. You won't be able to stop anything, just like when you're hypnotized. But now you can see why I control you, so there should be no resistance at all."

Lynn was trapped, and she slowly began to realize that. Melissa had expected tears, and now they came, as Lynn shook her head no over and over.

"You know what you call me when you're hypnotized," Melissa said. "Tell me."

"M.. Mistress..." Lynn sobbed.

"And what does the woman tied to the wall call the woman who tied her to the wall?"

There was a long pause, followed by a tearful whisper.

"Mistress?"

"Very good. And so, if at any given moment this weekend you could either be hypnotized or tied up, what will you be calling me this whole weekend?"

There was no answer this time. Lynn was crying harder. Melissa let her go for a few minutes, then quieted her by tugging on the chain around her neck. Lynn noticed, and within seconds, the tears stopped and she was staring desperately, wanting the crystal to appear so she could give in to it.

"What will you call me this weekend, Lynn?" She gave the chain a little extra pull, so it was just barely visible. Lynn gasped, staring intently, hoping it would remain in sight long enough to quiet her thoughts.

"Mistress," she whispered hoarsely.

"Very good," Melissa replied, allowing the crystal to fall back into her cleavage. Lynn moaned and squeezed her eyes shut. Her body seemed to dangle from the restraints as despair overcame her and she started crying again.

"I want you, Lynn. I want you here with me. I love the things you do for me, I love the things I do with you. I want you here so I can have those things, and do those things, when I want to. I want to see your expression as you give yourself to me, I want to hear the sounds you make when I reward you for pleasing me. I want you here, and this weekend will be devoted to preparing you to be here with me. This will be your room. I will be your Mistress. I will not interfere with your outside life in any way, but here in this house, with me, you will learn to obey me without question."

Lynn was staring, shocked, stunned beyond belief at Melissa's words.

"I think you need this. And I think you want it, but you won't admit it. You keep leaving and telling me you don't believe it, and yet you keep coming back. I don't want you to leave any more. So you have a choice," she said softly, brushing the hair from Lynn's eyes.

"Your theory was that being tied up makes it easier to understand why you obey. I am giving you a chance to find out if that theory is true. Do you want to take that chance? I want you here, and I will use every technique I know to convince you to stay with me. I will NOT force you. If you decide you wish to leave Sunday, you may. But until then I am going to do everything I can to prove to you that you should stay."

"So here is your choice. Your lessons, your training, do not have to include hypnosis. I am quite able to use strictly physical methods to show you what you would experience and enjoy by staying here with me. Or..."

She fell silent, and after a moment, Lynn slowly raised her eyes to see what the delay was. Melissa was waiting, and stared deep into those red, tear-filled eyes.

"... I could use hypnosis to convince you. I could hypnotize you so often, and take you so deep, that you would never again doubt what hypnosis can do. So what I want from you, right now, is your decision. Do I guide your mind into state where you will want nothing more than to be submissive? Or do I simply leaved you chained to the wall and break down your resistance by physical means, means that you can see, feel, and accept?"

She had purposely phrased the trance option in that way, knowing Lynn would find it rather repugnant, at least on a conscious level. She also was almost certain that Lynn would choose hypnosis anyway.

Melissa also knew that there were in fact three options. Had Lynn asked, even once, to be released from the restraints, Melissa would have done so. Had she shown any sign of true panic, she would be released. Any indication that Lynn did not want to continue - in whatever manner - would be enough for Melissa to release her. And what was true for the entire weekend.

But Lynn did not fight it. She did not tug at the restraints, pleading for her freedom. She did not cry out, sobbing hysterically, begging to be let loose. She remained still, gazing at Melissa, crying gently.

For a very long time, Lynn was silent, the tears sliding down her face. Then she blinked several times, looked away, and closed her eyes for a moment. Opening them, she stared off into the distance and whispered two words.

"Hypnotize me."

Melissa heard those words and suddenly felt light-headed. It would really happen. This room would be occupied again. The bittersweet memories of Tom Peters would be swept away. She said nothing, surprised by, and overcome by, her emotions. And in that silence, Lynn took a deep, ragged breath, dropped her head, and began to cry again.

Closing her eyes, Melissa listened, waiting for the tears to end again. For when they did, Lynn would be spent, her defenses at their lowest, her resistance gone. And Melissa would be right there to comfort her, to reassure her, to guide her to a place where she could, and would, accept her new role.

At length the silence returned. Melissa opened her eyes and looked at Lynn, who hung limp from the restraints now, eyes still closed, head still down. Slowly, quietly, Melissa rose and stepped toward her new companion.

She was very close when she put a finger beneath Lynn's chin and ever so gently raised her head. Lynn's eyes opened automatically, red and puffed and damp. It took them several seconds to focus, and when they did, Melissa was ready, gazing at her, eyes warm and soft and comforting. Lynn looked into those eyes and froze.

"It's all right, Lynn," Melissa whispered, gently caressing Lynn's chin with her finger. "I will hypnotize you. I will take away all of your cares and worries and fears. I know what you really want. And you will have it. You know that the realization of your deepest desires lie in my eyes. All you have to do is listen to the sound of my voice, and look deep, deep into my eyes, and everything will be fine. Your body will relax, your mind will become calm, quiet, free of all distraction. There are no cares or worries when you look into my eyes and listen to the sound of my voice. You can feel yourself relaxing already, feel your muscles letting go, let me support you, let my voice support you. Just let go of your body now, be free of all tension and stress."

Lynn's body gradually went limp, dangling helplessly from the wrist restraints. Any discomfort this position may have caused was beyond her ability to notice as she fell under the spell of the red-haired seductress. All she knew, all she cared about, was the fact that soon, very soon, she would not have to worry about what was happening any more. Events would pass beyond her control, and she could watch what was happening as an observer, almost. Very soon, she would be free.

"Yes, relax, that's right. Just let go, relax, let go. Your body responds to my suggestions because it feels so good, it feels so right, it feels so wonderful to allow yourself to respond to my suggestions. Your body is totally relaxed now, drifting and floating away on the sound of my voice, and the only things that now come between you and perfect peace are your own thoughts."

Lynn stared upward into Melissa's eyes, her weight totally supported by the restraints. Melissa's finger still held the dazed woman's head upright with no pressure at all. Lynn's mouth hung open, her tear-stained eyes already glazing.

"Let your thoughts go, Lynn," Melissa whispered softly yet urgently. "Let your thoughts go, let me think for you, open yourself to my thoughts and my ideas so your mind can be totally calm and at peace. Do not fear this, do not fear me. I will help your mind become calm, I will teach you to open your mind easily and automatically. Look deeper into my eyes, Lynn, you know the secret to perfect peace awaits you there. Look deeper... deeper... deeper, Lynn. So deep. So calm. Your thoughts are drawn down, down, deep, deep into my eyes. Let go of your thoughts. Let go of your mind. Let go. Let go. Let go..."

The shift was barely noticeable, but Melissa was waiting. Lynn's eyes lost just that last little bit of focus, and now stared vacantly, unseeing, into Lynn's bottomless eyes.

"I will think for you now, Lynn. It is so much easier for you when I do all of your thinking for you. You have no cares, no worries, no decisions here. You want this. You love this. You love being led to this place, where I can help you realize your desires. There is only one thing left for you to do before your mind becomes utterly quiet, blissfully empty, and totally open to my thoughts, my words, and my ideas."

"All you need to do to allow this to happen, Lynn, is close your eyes. Simply close your eyes, and I will teach you to realize all of your desires."

Lynn's eyes closed before Melissa finished the sentence. Melissa waited a few seconds, then took her finger away from Lynn's chin. Ever so slowly, Lynn's head sank down. It came to rest, and Lynn hung limp from the restraints, mind and body open to Melissa's commands.

"You are hypnotized, Lynn. Your mind and body are under my control again. It is so much easier this way. So much easier to just let your mind go blank, and allow me to guide you. Things you never knew you desired are within reach now. Allow me to fulfill them for you. Go deeper, deeper and deeper down, because the deeper you go, the sooner your desires will be fulfilled. Do you want to go deeper, and to allow all of your desires to come true?"

"Yes, Mistress," came the soft reply. Melissa smiled, knowing that Lynn's use of that word proved beyond doubt that she was in a trance. In the future, that would not be true, as Lynn would soon learn to call her Mistress at all times.

"Right now, Lynn, your body is physically bound by the straps around your wrists. You are unable to move, held here by the bonds holding your physical body. You feel the straps around your wrists, don't you, Lynn?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"So what is it that keeps you here?"

"The... straps... around my... wrists... Mistress."

"I am now going to remove those straps. Your body is limp and loose, and will sink easily to the floor, when the bonds are loosened. You know I will help you down, down, you know you will sink down safely and easily."

Holding Lynn up, Melissa undid one wrist. She then undid the other wrist and guided the helpless woman to the floor, whispering, "Down, down, down" as she did so.

"The physical bonds are gone now. And yet, you still lie at my feet, listening only to the sound of my voice, sinking deeper and deeper with every word that I say to you. What is it that keeps you here, Lynn?"

There was a long silence. Lynn's cheeks flushed as her befuddled mind tried to come to terms with what was obviously happening to her.

"Cannot... move... Mistress."

"When do you call me Mistress, Lynn?"

There was another long silence, but since Lynn herself had already admitted the answer earlier, there was no denying it now. Her face flared as she replied, "When I am... hyp... notized.. Mistress."

"Yes, that's right. You call me Mistress when you are hypnotized. And you are calling me Mistress now, so you are obviously hypnotized now, and you know it. And since you are hypnotized now, I do control your mind and body. That is why your body cannot move, Lynn. I relaxed your body so completely that it cannot move at all without my permission. Your body is truly limp, unable to act on its own. It feels so good to be so totally relaxed, so utterly free of the need, and even the ability, to control any muscle in your body. And the same is true of your mind, Lynn. It feels so good when your mind is so totally open, so utterly blank, free of the need, and the desire, and the need, to think any thoughts at all. It is so easy to let the sound of my voice captivate you as my words think for you, and direct your thoughts and actions. And every word I say sends you deeper and deeper into trance, deeper and deeper into trance, deeper and deeper into trance. You are in a trance, Lynn. You are truly hypnotized. Deeply, wonderfully, helplessly hypnotized. And it feels so very, very good."

The flush faded from Lynn's cheeks. Unable to hold back any longer, and at the same time wishing to give Lynn a small reward, Melissa continued, her voice husky.

"You are going to feel your body moving, Lynn. I am going to put your body into a position that you will find even more comfortable, even more relaxing. And while you are in that position I will allow you to experience pleasure. You love experiencing pleasure, don't you, Lynn?"

"Yes, Mistress," came the dreamy reply.

Carefully, gently, Melissa straightened Lynn out on the floor, on her back, arms at her sides. She then spread the enthralled woman's legs apart, exposing a damp stain in the crotch of her slacks. Grinning, feeling the heat rising, Melissa crouched beside her mesmerised guest and began to whisper. As she did, her hand crept between Lynn's legs, massaging the damp spot.

"Being hypnotized feels wonderful, Lynn. It feels so good to simply let go of all control, of all doubt. The pleasure of allowing me to control you is overwhelming. Knowing that pleasure is available to you is what makes you want to surrender control to me. Under my control, you will experience pleasure as you respond to my commands, to my suggestions, and to my instructions. You will experience pleasure simply in the act of carrying out my wishes. It is so easy to carry out my wishes, because it feels so good when you do. That is what keeps you here, Lynn, is knowing how good it feels when you carry out my wishes. You want this pleasure, you need this pleasure, you love the feeling you get when you simply let go and let me control you. To be completely free of doubt, of care, of worry, of any need or desire to direct or control anything at all... You desire only to feel this pleasure, the pleasure of doing as I say. The pleasure of obeying me. The pleasure of simply letting go of yourself and obeying me."

The entire time she was speaking, Melissa had been rubbing Lynn's pussy through her slacks. The damp spot was much larger now, and Lynn's breathing had changed. Her mouth was open, and Melissa noticed her eyelids quivering as her mind soaked in the words and basked in the pleasure.

"It pleases me to hear you call me Mistress, Lynn. It pleases me very much when you call me Mistress. I love hearing you call me Mistress. It even makes me want to cum sometimes." She pressed harder, her fingers finding their target beneath the sodden material. Lynn trembled and moaned softly.

"I love it when you call me Mistress, Lynn," Melissa repeated, making sure Lynn's mind absorbed that fact.

She rose again, and sat back down on the bed. "I am going to awaken you now, Lynn. You are in a deep hypnotic trance, and as I count from one to five, you will come back to full waking consciousness. At the count of five, your eyes will open and you will be wide awake and out of trance. One. Coming up slowly, gently. Two. More and more awake. Three. Becoming aware of your surroundings. Four. Take a nice deep breath. Five. Eyes open. Wide awake."

Lynn's eyelids fluttered open. For a long moment she merely stared up at the ceiling, blinking dreamily. Then it seemed to occur to her that she was lying on a floor. She blinked, frowned. Looking around, she saw Melissa sitting on the bed looking down at her.

Her mouth worked, but it was another moment before she could speak.

"Why am I.. down.. here?"

"I thought it might be more comfortable than hanging from the wall," Melissa said, gesturing to the rings. Lynn looked, and as the memories came back, her eyes widened.

"And it certainly appears that you were comfortable," Melissa added without sarcasm, nodding toward Lynn's wet crotch. Lynn saw where she was looking, and her hand darted there to find the material soaking wet. Her face turned beet red, and she scrambled to her feet. She backed against the wall, staring at the red-haired enchantress, eyes wide with fear.

"Please, Lynn. Won't you sit down beside me?"

Lynn's head shook as rapidly as her muscles could make it.

Melissa's voice dropped, her head tilted slightly to one side, and she tried again. "Please?" Her eyes burned into those of the frantic woman before her. "I think you would enjoy it," she finished softly.

The amplitude of Lynn's head shaking lessened considerably, while the frequency remained the same. Even so, she took one jerky, hesitant step toward the bed. She stared at Melissa, looking positively hysterical, but said nothing. Her breathing was ragged, labored, as her inhibitions tried to put a stop to what her mind and body were being compelled to do.

Another step closer. She was shaking now, drawn irresistibly toward the woman whose power could not be denied. The subconscious desire for the pleasure she knew could happen, and the pull of those eyes, was more than Lynn could resist.

Melissa was trembling too, with arousal and excitement. It was quite clear that Lynn was responding to something more than mere thought.

Holding her hand out, Melissa waited.

One more step, and Lynn's hand slowly rose as well. Lynn stared down at it, not believing what she was seeing. She hadn't raised her hand, it had just done so on its own. Stunned, her head no longer shaking, she looked back at Melissa, and the tears came, the eyes still fixated on Melissa's.

Another step, and Melissa reached forward ever so slightly and took Lynn's outstretched hand in her own. Lynn gasped, but made no move to pull away. She simply stared, perhaps wanting Melissa to entrance her so she would not have to think about what was happening. That time was over, Melissa knew. From this point on, Lynn would have to accept the reality of what was happening to her.

"You could have run when I brought you back," Melissa whispered. "What keeps you here?" She gave a gentle tug, and Lynn found herself being pulled onto the bed beside her Mistress. Lynn did not reply, could not reply. She was crying, staring into Melissa's eyes, wanting to be taken down so the fear and doubt would go away.

"What is it that keeps you here, Lynn?" Melissa's voice was soft, comforting, as an adult to a frightened child. She brushed the hair from Lynn's tear-filled eyes and pulled her close, kissing her gently, softly. Lynn moaned, her body shuddering.

"I am so glad you stayed," Melissa whispered, her lips brushing over Lynn's ear. Another moan was her reply.

Melissa rose and stood before Lynn. Slowly, she undressed, not a strip tease by any means, she simply removed her clothing as Lynn watched, eyes wide, breathing unsteady, crying softly. Now nude, Melissa climbed back onto the bed, lying down and spreading her legs invitingly.

"I love it when you lick my pussy, Lynn. Will you stay with me and lick my pussy for me? Will you make me cum, Lynn?"

Lynn gazed at the dark triangle, so warm, so close. She looked back into Melissa's eyes and saw the desire there. It would feel so good to make her cum... to feel that hard clit against her tongue... to feel that body moving at her touch... the doubt and fear slowly drained away, such a subtle change that Lynn never noticed it. The desire to please this woman was now so great that nothing else mattered. Because if she pleased Melissa... if she did what she was told... it would feel so good...

"Yes, Mistress," Lynn whispered, so softly that she may not have been aware of exactly what she had said. She slid around on the bed and crawled toward the woman who deserved such attention.

Melissa saw the hunger on Lynn's face as it disappeared between her legs. Closing her eyes, wrapping her fingers through Lynn's hair, she spoke.

"Good girl."

Leaving Lynn in a limp heap on the bed, Melissa took a quick shower. She then drew a hot bubble bath and led a still-entranced Lynn into the bathroom. A few careful suggestions left Lynn in a dazed, dreamy state, not really under and not quite awake. She saw the bubbles overflowing the tub, felt the heat, saw the steam rising, and smiled happily. At Melissa's invitation, Lynn climbed in and sank eagerly into the sudsy water, closing her eyes and letting go a long sigh of pure bliss. She was allowed to soak for a few moments, then Melissa joined her in the tub, gently cleansing her body with a large, soft sponge. Lynn basked in the attention, smiling as the sponge glided over her skin, giggling as it slid quickly between her legs, sighing as it passed over her nipples. Her head rolled heavily as the sponge caressed her shoulders. No words were spoken, but Melissa knew that her guest was so lost in the sensations that she would, in all probability, accept anything she was told.

"This is one way I reward a good girl," Melissa whispered as she got out of the tub, leaving Lynn in the hot water. "This is one of the rewards for obeying me. There are so many other rewards, Lynn. There are so many ways I show my appreciation of a good, obedient girl like you. You love this, don't you, Lynn?"

"Yes, Mistress," came the dreamy, automatic response.

The tub was drained, and Lynn was given a quick shower. Melissa then helped her out of the tub and patted her dry with a thick, heavy, soft towel. Lynn's eyes remained closed the entire time, and the smile remained in place as well.

"Hold your hands together for me, Lynn." Lynn did so instantly.

"You obeyed right away, Lynn. Are you hypnotized right now?"

There was a short, pause, and the smile slipped ever so slightly. "I don't... know... Mistress..." came the soft response.

"It feels good to obey me, doesn't it, Lynn?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Melissa moved closer and kissed Lynn deeply, passionately, wrapping her arms around Lynn's naked body. Lynn's hands remained firmly together as she moaned and, after a few seconds, kissed back.

"You want this, don't you, Lynn? You want to be my good girl, so you can feel this way all the time. You know that all you have to do to feel this way all the time is to obey me all the time. You want that, don't you, Lynn? You want to be my good girl, to serve me, to obey me, to be allowed to feel this pleasure. Tell me you want it, Lynn."

Melissa's body was pressed against Lynn's, her nipples pressing into the dazed woman's flesh, the heat of her body surrounding Lynn.

Lynn stood very still, hands pressed together between the two women, her mind locked onto the present moment. She wanted to feel this, oh, yes, she did.

"I want this, Mistress," she whispered, her voice thick and distorted by Melissa's tongue.

Melissa slid a finger between Lynn's legs and began to massage her hot, hard, wet clit. Lynn gasped, shuddered, cried out, and at that instant, Melissa reached up and touched Lynn's forehead.

"SLEEP!" she said in her most commanding voice.

In mid-moan, Lynn fell silent, and her body buckled and dropped. Melissa caught her easily and carried the helpless woman into what was now her room. A few more suggestions and Lynn was lying peacefully under the covers. Melissa whispered in her ear.

"When you awaken in the morning, Lynn, you will come into my room and join me in my bed. Sleep well, my good girl..."

As Melissa left the room, Lynn wore a soft, dreamy smile.

At six thirty the following morning, Melissa sensed that she was not alone. She opened her eyes to find Lynn lying beside her, watching her eagerly. Melissa smiled and caressed Lynn's cheek. "Such a good girl," she whispered, and Lynn beamed with pleasure.

"Having my good girl here with me... makes me want to start the day right. I want my girl to make me cum."

There was no hesitation. "Yes, Mistress," Lynn said, and without further ado, positioned herself between the red-head's legs. Before long Melissa was shuddering in ecstasy. After one particularly intense climax, she reached down and touched Lynn's forehead. "SLEEP!", she gasped. Lynn went limp, her face still buried in Melissa's bush.

For the rest of the day, Lynn served as Melissa's housemaid. Other than the realization that Lynn needed some help with her cooking, Melissa was quite pleased with the way her new girl behaved. At random times, in random places and situations, Melissa would trigger Lynn to drop into trance. Lynn grew so accustomed to slipping in and out of trance that over time, the distinction was almost lost on her. She was a good girl, and she would obey. That was all there was to it.

There were constant reminders of how good Lynn made Melissa feel, the implication being that Lynn could feel good as well. There was no punishment, no negative re-enforcement. There were only simple tasks and pleasure.

Just before supper, Melissa blindfolded Lynn again, caressing and teasing her naked body until Lynn was ready to explode. Instead of cumming, however, Lynn was given a trigger at the last second, and sent into trance.

It was Lynn's turn to bathe her Mistress that night. She was very attentive, and performed admirably. Melissa rewarded her by dropping her into trance and bringing her to a series of mind-bending orgasms. She left Lynn exhausted, drained, and helpless in her bed, with the command to bring her Mistress breakfast in bed the following morning.

Early Sunday, the fruit, eggs, toast, and coffee were followed by Lynn taking her place between her Mistress's legs and bringing her to orgasm. Melissa was feeling almost giddy at this point - it had been a long time since she had received this much attention.

After Lynn had cleaned up from breakfast and its aftermath, she was led back to her room. "I have some things to do this morning, Lynn. I want you to stay here. Knowing that you are here for me, waiting for me, turns me on, Lynn." As she spoke, she held out the wrist restraints and nodded toward the wall.

For a long, long time, Lynn stared at the restraints. Then, ever so slowly, she back up against the wall and raised her hands into position.

Heart racing, Melissa bound her girl to the wall and left the room. As the door closed behind her, she peeked in quickly.

Lynn hung nude from the wall, eyes closed, smiling gently.

Melissa darted to her room, jumped onto the bed, and brought herself to a screaming orgasm.

After showering and dressing, Melissa sat quietly on the couch, reading the Sunday newspaper. Her eyes moved over the words, but her mind was elsewhere, imagining the young woman in the room upstairs, bound to the wall, waiting for her. It would have been just as easy if she had dropped Lynn into a deep trance and left her oblivious on the bed. But the physical bonds had a much greater emotional impact on her, as evidenced by the expression on her face as she had surrendered herself. She was learning that both her mind and body were truly under the control of the red-headed siren.

Finished with the paper - but not remembering one word of it - Melissa went into her office and puttered with some Hypno Show paperwork. The idea came to her then, unbidden, and she froze, a legal document held in mid-air, eyes locked on a point in the distance, mind racing. The smile formed slowly.

It would be impossible to do work any more now, she realized. With a grin and a sigh, she put away the paperwork and went upstairs to where her new companion waited.

She opened the door very quietly, looking in to see what Lynn was doing. Her guest was still standing upright, gazing into the distance much like Melissa had been moments ago. There were no tear stains on her face.

Catching sight of the movement, Lynn looked toward the door and saw her Mistress approaching. She smiled.

"How's my good girl?" Melissa asked gently.

"Fine, thank you, Mistress," Lynn replied.

"I found I could not do my work," Melissa explained. "I want to play with my girl instead."

Lynn's smile was radiant.

"I want my girl to listen to me. I want you to listen very closely to me. Will you do that for me?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress," Lynn said, delighted.

"Good. I want my girl to listen to me while I play with her."

And Melissa reached out and began caressing Lynn's breasts. Lynn moaned and closed her eyes, relaxing in the restraints and sagging toward the floor.

"I want my girl to feel my voice inside of her. I want her to feel my voice touching her mind, just as my hands are touching her body. And some of my words do special things to her mind..." Melissa tweaked both of Lynn's nipples, giving them a twist and drawing a gasp. "...just like my fingers sometimes do special things to her body. The longer my fingers touch my girl, the better she feels. The longer my words touch your mind, the better you feel. You love hearing my words, you love hearing my voice, you love the way my voice and my words make you feel. You want me to touch you, you want my fingers and my voice to touch you over and over, touching you, caressing you, bringing you pleasure. And soon the pleasure becomes so great that you no longer care whether my voice or my fingers are causing it. My body controls your mind, my words control your body, my body controls your body, and my words control your mind. It doesn't matter any more. All that matters is the pleasure. You love this pleasure, you want this pleasure, you need this pleasure. My words and my body give you this pleasure. In order for you to experience the greatest pleasure, my words and my body must have total, unrestricted access to your mind and body. You will give me this access, won't you, my good girl?"

Lynn hung from the restraints, panting, eyes shut, nipples rigid. She did want it. She did need it.

"Yes, Mistress," she moaned.

Melissa leaned down and sucked Lynn's hard nipples, one after the other, drawing them out, leaving them moist. She then blew softly on them, causing Lynn to let out a wail of passion. Melissa's hands slid down and she began rubbing Lynn's mound.

"The better you feel, the more access you give me, Lynn."

"Yes, Mistress," Lynn panted.

"Total access to your mind and body."

"Yes, Mistress." Lynn's voice was higher with each reply.

"Unthinking access to your mind and body."

"Yes, Mistress!"

"My good girl belongs to me then, doesn't she?" Melissa slid a finger between Lynn's legs, drawing a loud groan.

"Yes, Mistress," she answered, head rolling back and forth against the wall, her body quivering.

"You're such a very good girl for your Mistress," Melissa whispered into her girl's ear as she pressed hard against her clit.

The wail of pleasure was followed by a hurried, "Thank you, Mistress."

"My words and my body bring you pleasure. So much pleasure for my good girl. In fact..." Melissa stepped away from Lynn, leaving her dangling, panting, limp and sweating.

"In fact, my words are so powerful they can make you cum all by themselves. When you hear my words, you feel my body, and so every word I say to you brings you more pleasure. All I have to do is keep talking to you, to guide your mind to where I want it to go, and your body will follow. When your mind reaches the place I want it to be, your body will achieve orgasm."

There was no response other than a dreamy smile.

"Listen to me, Lynn. Listen very closely."

Lynn's expression changed ever so slightly as she tried to figure out why that sounded so familiar. She didn't have time.

"Look into my eyes, Lynn."

Slowly, her companion opened her eyes. Glazed, glassy, dim, they looked up and found Melissa's.

"Look deeply into my eyes and listen closely to my voice. Feel my words caressing you, bringing you pleasure, guiding you to the place that both of us want you to be. You will cum soon, Lynn. The moment you surrender to trance you will cum. Your last conscious thought will be of the intense pleasure. After you are in trance the pleasure will continue at an unconscious level, building higher and higher, until it goes beyond anything you've ever dreamed of. Your orgasm will set you free of all inhibitions and all doubt. Your orgasm will make you mine once and for all, Lynn. And you know you can't stop it. Already my voice is increasing the pleasure you feel, and bringing you closer to trance. My eyes are pulling you in, and you want to fall into them, you want to fall into the place where there are no limits and no cares. You want this, you love this, you need this, and you will let it happen. Look deeply into my eyes and feel yourself giving in. You know you will, don't fight it. There's no fighting it any more, Lynn. You are too good a girl to fight it any more."

As Melissa spoke, Lynn stared helplessly into those bottomless green eyes. At the same time, her body trembled and twitched as if Melissa's hands were still caressing her.

"I'm going to count down now, Lynn. At the count of one, many things will happen. You will cum. You will drop into a deep hypnotic trance. And you will give yourself to me without reservation. Ten. You want this, you want this so much, it feels so good. Nine. Falling into my eyes, falling under my spell. Eight. You are going to cum, Lynn. Your orgasm will make you mine. Seven. Tell me you want this, Lynn. Say you want this."

Shaking like a leaf, staring wide-eyes at Melissa, mouth hanging wide open, Lynn struggled to speak. Finally... "I.. want this... Mistress!"

Melissa smiled and leaned very close.

"Such a good girl," she whispered. Lynn began to smile as well.

"One."

Lynn blinked, looking shocked. Her eyes went wide, then lost focus and rolled up into her head. Her body shuddered, she slumped down from the restraints, and she began making sounds that only those who have heard them understand.

Melissa was on her in an instant, burying two fingers in Lynn's sodden pussy, massaging her breasts, nibbling her throat and ears, and kissing her hungrily. Deep in trance, Lynn did not respond - physically. But every sensation sent her spiraling down deeper, driving her more firmly under Melissa's influence. And the orgasm went on and on, until Lynn could no longer process the sensations. So deeply hypnotized, so highly stimulated, Lynn's mind simply closed down.

Melissa rose, panting and grinning. She released Lynn from the restraints and half-carried, half-dragged her to the bed. She then climbed in beside her and arranged them both comfortably. She would be ready the instant Lynn awoke.

Several hours later, Lynn stirred. Melissa awakened instantly, quite annoyed with herself for having fallen asleep. Running her fingers through her thick red hair, she considered her next action. She was smiling as Lynn opened her eyes.

"How's my good girl?" Melissa whispered softly.

"Fine," Lynn replied automatically. It took her a few seconds to realize how the question had been worded, then she blinked and looked around as if puzzled. Finding Melissa beside her, her eyes widened. "Oh..."

"Do you see these two fingers, Lynn?" Melissa held her hand up, the first two fingers extended, over Lynn's face. "These two fingers were inside you a little while ago."

Lynn's face flushed crimson. Melissa began moving her hand back and forth. "They made you feel good, didn't they, Lynn? They made you feel so very, very good. And they're going to make you feel good again right now. All you have to do it watch my fingers as they move back and forth... back and forth... and as they do... you find yourself feeling so good... so very good. You will feel so good that all you want to do is keep watching my fingers as they move back and forth... back and forth..."

Already fixated on Melissa's swaying fingers, Lynn stared, mouth agape. Back and forth. Back and forth.

"In just a moment, Lynn, you're only going to see one finger. One finger moving back and forth, back and forth, making you feel so good. It feels so good to watch my finger moving back and forth... back and forth..."

Melissa's index finger move slowly, back and forth, and Lynn's eyes followed it, unblinking and unwavering. The color had faded from her cheeks.

"Do you know what's going to happen when there are no more fingers, Lynn?"

"Yes... Mistress..." Lynn breathed softly after a pause.

"Tell me. What will happen when there are no more fingers?"

"I will... be... hyp... hypnotize... hypnotized... Mistress..." She finished speaking and sighed dreamily.

"Yes, very good, you are such a good girl. My girl will be deeply hypnotized when there are no more fingers. So deeply hypnotized that she will do anything for her Mistress, won't she?"

"Yes... Mistress..." Her eyes followed the finger, back and forth, her expression now one of longing.

"My fingers can make you cum. My fingers can put you into hypnosis. My words, my voice, my body, all these things hold a power over you, Lynn. You cannot resist this power, you know you can't. You want to surrender to it, you want to feel your mind and body safely enwrapped in my power. When you are under my power, there are no cares, no worries, no doubts. There is only the pleasure that obeying me brings you. You want very much right now for the finger to disappear, so that you can sink into blissful obedience, don't you, Lynn?"

"Yes... Mistress..." Almost a surprised look, almost a puzzled look, was now on Lynn's face as she stared helplessly at her Mistress's finger. Melissa was smiling as she began to move her hand closer and closer to Lynn. It was no longer moving side to side. Lynn stared, going almost cross-eyed as it came nearer and nearer.

"You can make it happen, Lynn. You can make it all happen. You can send yourself into trance. You can willingly give your mind and body to me. You can experience the pure pleasure of obedience simply by telling that one finger to disappear. You know that when you no longer see it, you will drop into a deep trance for your Mistress. Let it happen, Lynn. Help me make it happen. Give yourself to me now."

There was a pause. Lynn stared at the finger, utterly captivated. Her mouth moved, and gradually the word formed.

"Dis....sssssapp....peeeearrrrrrr..." Melissa quickly pulled her hand away. Lynn blinked once before her eyes rolled back and closed.

"My good girl loves how it feels to be hypnotized, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Mistress." A dreamy smile.

"My good girl loves how it feels to obey, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Mistress." A very short pause first. Now Melissa smiled.

"I'm going to awaken my girl now. She will spend the rest of the day out of hypnosis. If she pleases me - and I am very sure she will - I will reward her tonight by putting her into a very deep trance. Would my girl like that?"

"Yes, Mistress." Another smile.

"Such a good girl." Melissa rolled out of bed and stood. "Wake up, now, Lynn, wake up, wake up now." She snapped her fingers and Lynn's eyelids slowly rose. Again, she lay still for a moment, then looked around slowly. Seeing Melissa, still nude, she froze, eyes widening again.

"Come over here, Lynn." Melissa was pointing to the floor in front of her.

There was barely a pause before Lynn replied. "Yes, Mistress." She blushed as she climbed out of the bed and stood before her Mistress.

"I want my good girl on her knees for me." She stared deep into Lynn's eyes, almost daring her to deny the command.

As if in slow motion, Lynn gradually sank to her knees, staring up at the red-haired hypnotist. Tears welled in her eyes - but none fell.

"This is how it's going to be the rest of the day, Lynn. You will do as I say. And if you please me, if I am happy with your service, I will reward you this evening. You know how I will reward you."

"Yes, Mistress." One tear trickled down Lynn's face.

"And you want that reward, don't you? You want to feel your doubts dissolve, to feel your mind clearing, to feel the pleasure that being in a trance for me can bring. Don't you, Lynn?"

"Yes, Mistress." The tears were falling freely now.

"And after I reward you, you will decide what your future holds. Will it be this... and the pleasure it brings you... or not? That is what you will decide tonight. Of course, if you do not please me, there will be no reward, and I will no longer want you here with me."

Lynn looked shocked at the thought of being turned away. Melissa stifled a smile. Melissa brushed Lynn's tears away and leaned down.

"I'm sure my good girl will serve me well. I want her to stay here with me." She lifted Lynn's face to hers and kissed her. "Now go get cleaned up and dressed. I'll be in the living room."

She stepped back as Lynn arose with a "Yes, Mistress", and left the room. Melissa stretched, and, noticing her nipples were taut, gave them a few gentle caresses. Still smiling, and still toying with her nipples, she went to her own room and picked up the phone. As she dialed, she heard the shower come on.

"Hey, Dan? Melissa. I want to do something different next show. A special guest sort of thing. Yeah. Well, we can move that out, can't we? Good. Thanks. No, not graphic. Well, probably not. Better run both the disclaimers anyway just to be safe. From the audience? I doubt.. wait. Maybe one. Just maybe. But most of it will be on stage. Yeah. The usual, chairs and stuff. OK. Thanks, Dan. See you."

She hung up and took a deep breath. There was a slight risk in making that call already. But everything so far indicated that Lynn would indeed stay with her beyond that day. Melissa grinned, imagining Lynn's thoughts in the shower. Imagining a future of hypnotic bliss, of the joys of serving, of the pleasures of obedience.

Melissa doubted Lynn imagined being a TV star.

When Lynn came into the living room, Melissa was on the couch, looking at the newspaper again. And as before, none of what she saw was registering. When she heard Lynn, she put the paper down and primly crossed her legs. Lynn came closer to the couch, then paused, uncertain as to what she should do next. That question was quickly answered.

"I want my girl on her knees."

For several long seconds, nothing happened. Lynn did not move, did not reply, did not respond in any way. But the flush that began at the base of her throat crept upward until she was glowing bright red.

Then her eyes closed and she sank slowly down, trembling as if she were fighting whatever power was making her do this. Melissa felt a thrill, knowing that what Lynn was really fighting was herself. On her knees now, Lynn gasped, shuddered violently, and opened her eyes. She saw Melissa watching her and quickly looked away.

"Good girl."

It happened quickly, but Melissa saw it. Lynn almost, almost, smiled at the words. Her blush deepened, but this time it was not from embarassment.

"We're going shopping. I'm going to take a shower. You will wait for me right here, just like this. I am not going to put you into a trance. I am sure you realize that I will know if you don't stay here while I'm upstairs, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Lynn muttered, staring at the floor.

"Good girl."

As Melissa rose, she again caught the almost-smile, and the blush.

There was no point to making Lynn wait any longer than necessary. Melissa quickly showered and dressed. She returned to the living room and was not surprised to see Lynn exactly where she'd left her.

"Let's go.

Lynn was actually smart enough to understand that she should open the doors for her Mistress, and was rewarded with a smile, a thank you, and a "good girl" the first few times. It was obvious that Lynn was not comfortable behaving like that - and it was also obvious that she enjoyed Melissa's approval of her behavior.

The grocery store was a new experience for Lynn. In the company of a celebrity, especially one who was almost worshipped by some, she noticed the whispers, the pointing, the conversations as they went through the aisles. Several more daring fans approached Melissa and warily asked for autographs. They appeared relieved and a little disappointed that Melissa did not entrance them right then and there.

Both women also noticed the looks directed at Lynn. Many were, perhaps, slightly jealous of the woman lucky enough to accompany the stunning red-head.

Melissa watched as Lynn's behavior changed. Entering the store, she had looked down, trying to remain unnoticed. But as she became more aware of her place, especially in the eyes of those watching, she seemed to come to relish it. She stood straighter, instantly doing as Melissa asked.

Lynn pushed the cart, of course. Melissa would then point to items she wanted, and Lynn would take them off the shelf and put them in the cart. They bought groceries for a week, and Melissa wondered if Lynn realized that there was enough for two.

They checked out, Lynn loading the car after helping Melissa get in. They drove back to Melissa's, where Lynn put everything away in its place at Melissa's direction. When they were done, Melissa paused.

"You were a good girl in the store, Lynn." Lynn's face flared, and she broke into a wide, embarrassed smile.

"Thank you, M... Mistress," she said softly.

"I feel like a massage before lunch. The oil is in a cupboard in your room. I'll be in the spare bedroom." Lynn did not yet know there was a full-size massage table in that room.

The look on Lynn's face said it all. She had never massaged anyone before. Melissa was smiling as she went to the spare room and undressed.

Some fifteen minutes later, Lynn came in, carrying a pan of hot water which held the bottle of massage oil. Melissa smiled and looked away as she noticed her girl also carried a hot pad to set the pan on. She heard Lynn set her things on a table, then speak.

"Are... um... are you ready, Mis... Mistress?"

"Yes, I am. Go right ahead."

Melissa lay face down on the table, her face in the support, gazing at the floor, still smiling as she imagined what was going through Lynn's mind at the moment.

"Mistress, I.. I've never..." How it must have galled her to admit that, Melissa thought with a thrill.

"I know, Lynn. I'm sure you'll do your best."

Melissa heard the bottle open, heard Lynn squirt oil on her hands, heard her rub her hands together. And then she felt those hands against her skin, in the small of her back, and she closed her eyes and sighed happily.

Other than an occasional pinch, or some too-firm pressure, Lynn's first massage attempt was quite enjoyable, Melissa thought after almost an hour. She was on her back now, hard nipples revealing her pleasure. Lynn seemed to avoid Melissa's breasts and crotch, choosing instead to caress her shoulders and feet for some time.

"My girl doesn't have to be a prude," she whispered finally, as Lynn once more traced around her breast without actually massaging it.

Lynn's hands froze, and Melissa heard the sharp breath. Then, ever so hesitantly, Lynn's hands slid over Melissa's full breasts, glided down to her pussy, and ran back up to circle an erect nipple with a trembling finger.

"Good girl," Melissa whispered with a smile.

Those words had the desired affect, as Lynn's nervousness seemed to melt away. Soon, Melissa was writhing and panting as Lynn fondled her breasts and teased her clit. Melissa heard Lynn's breathing growing increasingly hard and ragged as she, too, grew more and more aroused. When Lynn began to moan softly, Melissa spoke.

"That's fine, Lynn, that's enough for now. You did very well, my girl did very well for her Mistress." She slowly opened her eyes to see Lynn standing beside the table, red-faced and smiling broadly.

"Now get a bath ready for me. I will be in shortly."

Lynn blinked twice, and her smile slipped ever so slightly. She recovered, and replied, "Yes, Mistress," but her voice was rather flat. As she left the room, Melissa grinned. Lynn had most likely expected to be rewarded, perhaps in kind with a massage. Her new girl had much to learn.

The water was hot, there were just enough bubbles, and Melissa basked in the heat for some time, feeling all tensions melting away. Between the massage, the bath, and the certainty that Lynn would remain with her, she was feeling very good indeed.

"I'm done, Lynn." Lynn came in and stood there for a moment as if awaiting instructions. With none forthcoming, she reached into the water and opened the drain. Then she straightened, paused again, and made as if to help Melissa from the tub. That was what Melissa had been waiting for, and she accepted the help with a smile and a nod. Lynn blushed and looked pleased in spite of herself.

A thick towel hung on the rack. Melissa raised her arms to the sides, and Lynn understood after a few seconds. Taking the towel, she patted her Mistress dry. Quite satisfied, Melissa leaned close and kissed Lynn on the cheek. "Good girl," she whispered. "I'm getting dressed. I'd like lunch when I come downstairs." She left the bathroom, leaving Lynn speechless, confused, and perhaps even angry.

Melissa was aware that Lynn's perception of being her girl was still, perhaps, rooted in the idea of being a sex toy. The idea of making meals and running baths and going shopping was something she hadn't anticipated. How she responded to these duties, knowing that the pleasure would be there if she accepted them, would be the deciding factor in her staying. Melissa was already sure of the outcome - it was just a matter of Lynn admitting it.

Lunch, while never to be confused with that of any good deli, was edible. Melissa realized she had some work to do in the area of cooking. She was quite happy, however, with the way Lynn tried so hard to make sure Melissa had everything she needed during the meal.

The rest of the afternoon went by quickly, with Lynn tidying up the living room and helping her Mistress prepare the bedroom for her to stay in. The irony of that was not lost on Lynn, who wore a red face the entire time they were in that room.

Just after seven, Melissa called a halt to their work. "I'll be down for dinner in half an hour," she told Lynn, then turned and walked into her own room, leaving Lynn standing there.

Thirty minutes later she entered the kitchen to find Lynn swearing, and the meal half cooked on the stove. When Lynn realized Melissa was in the room, she burst into tears.

"Mistress... I... the stove... I didn't know... the timer... the settings aren't... Mistress, I...." She broke off, sobbing.

To her surprise, Melissa felt tears welling up in her own eyes. She took Lynn in her arms and held her close.

"It's all right, Lynn. Really, it's all right. You tried. That's what I wanted to know, is if you would try for me. And you did. You are such a good girl for me."

Lynn held her tight, crying into her shoulder, arms tight around Melissa's back. After a moment, she shuddered violently.

"DAMN!", she yelled, startling Melissa, who backed away. She let Lynn cry herself out, and at length, Lynn looked up, cheeks red and wet, eyes puffy. Lynn took a deep breath, rubbed her eyes, and looked at Melissa.

"How... how did... you... know?" she asked softly.

The thrill raced through Melissa like an electrical current. She tried to keep her voice steady as she replied. "I didn't, at first. But you did. You knew all along. You just weren't sure what it was that you knew. Now you do. Now you can believe what you were afraid to believe before. There will come a time when you accept it totally. For now, understanding it and believing it is enough."

Lynn nodded. "You know, I never... never thought... I mean, I've been with women, but I never in a million years thought... that I would... do... this..."

Melissa moved very, very close. She stared deep into Lynn's eyes, and she could see the desire there, the need to surrender to the power of those green eyes. "That's because you didn't believe. And now that you have done these things... you have experienced things you would not admit were possible even to yourself... You DO believe now, don't you, Lynn?"

Already lost, Lynn nodded slowly.

"Yes, Mistress," she said softly, eyes vacant and unwavering.

"I don't want to wait until tonight. You have pleased me today. I want you here with me. Will you stay? Will you be my good girl?"

A dreamy, slow smile formed on Lynn's face. She was barely conscious of what was happening, and so it was her subconscious that replied to Melissa's question.

"Yes, Mistress," Lynn breathed softly.

Melissa moaned aloud, trembling with delight. "Thank you. Thank you so much." She swallowed, collecting her thoughts.

"Do you remember I said I would reward you if you pleased me today?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I am going to reward you right now. I am going to hypnotize you. You're drifting already, you know that. I'm going to let you slip... and slide... and sink... and surrender... to hypnosis. You do believe in hypnosis don't you, Lynn?"

"Yes, Mistress." There was no delay, and no blush.

"Of course you do. You are such a good girl for me."

Now Lynn blushed, and seemed to try to smile.

"Keep looking into my eyes, Lynn. Just keep looking into my eyes. I am going to count down. As I do, your eyelids will become heavier and heavier. Try to keep them open, because the longer you do, the deeper you will go when they close. My girl wants to go deep, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Mistress..."

"At the count of zero your eyes will close. You will not close them - they will close by themselves. You cannot stop them, nor can you close them by yourself. You understand, don't you, Lynn?"

"Yes, Mistress..."

"Ten. It feels so good to look deeper into my eyes, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress..."

"Nine. You can feel your eyelids becoming heavier, can't you?"

"Yes, Mistress...."

"Eight. You love being hypnotized, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress..."

Lynn was whispering now, staring almost cross-eyed into Melissa's green eyes.

"Seven. You're going to go very deep for me, aren't you?"

"Yes... Mistress....."

"Six. You know that in a moment you will be hypnotized, don't you?"

"Yes... Mistress......"

"Five. Is there anything in the world you want more right now than to sink into hypnosis?"

There was a slight pause. Lynn's jaw hung slack for a moment, then she whispered, "No, Mistress."

Melissa whispered as well.

"I know. I know. Such a good girl. Four. Three. Two. One. Zero. SLEEP!" Melissa passed her hand before Lynn's face. Lynn's eyes widened for a split second, then slammed shut. She collapsed, falling against Melissa, who guided her to the floor.

The noise level began to rise even as the curtain did. Soon the audience could see Melissa sitting at her desk, smiling.

Her apparent guest, however, was not sitting down. She was standing in the middle of the stage, facing the audience. She was attractive enough, in a hard way. Her eyes darted nervously around the theater, as if afraid to come to rest on anything or anyone. Swallowing hard, she spoke, and the audience fell silent.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to The Hypno Show. My name is Lynn, and I'll be... I'm your... hostess... this evening."

Many in the audience looked from the woman to Melissa, puzzled. The red-haired hypnotist merely watched the woman, still smiling gently. The woman standing on stage continued.

"You remember the recent contest, where the winner got a night with M... Melissa." Melissa's smile widened for a few seconds.

"I did not win. I did not even enter. I... convinced... a friend... to enter. She wasn't going to. She was afraid... of... getting... I don't know... hooked... enjoying it too much...wanting it too much."

"I didn't enter because I knew Mi... Melissa... was a fake, and that hypnosis wasn't real."

Stunned, the audience stared at the woman, then at Melissa, expecting some reaction. As before, Melissa simply smiled and watched the woman.

"My friend won. I laughed. I told her I would be there when she realized that M... Melissa was a fake, and that she wouldn't really be hypnotized, because hypnosis wasn't even real. I went to her house that night."

Slowly, casually, Melissa rose from her seat as Lynn spoke. The audience listened to Lynn, but now watched Melissa.

"I got there early. I laughed at my friend. I kept telling her what a joke it was, how embarrassed she was going to be when she realized it was all an act or something, and that... the... hypnotist... couldn't really make her do anything. And then..."

Lynn paused and swallowed hard. Behind her, Melissa reached around and undid the top button on Lynn's top. Lynn squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep, shuddering breath, and continued. As she spoke, Melissa continued to open Lynn's top. No one was really surprised when Lynn did not resist at all.

"And then... she got there. My friend let her in. I was rude. I said hypnosis was... bullshit. I said I didn't watch the show. I said I had told my friend to enter so I could make fun of her if she won. Mis... Melissa just looked at me."

Lynn's top was undone completely now. Melissa pulled gently, and Lynn moved her body so Melissa could remove it completely.

Trembling, Lynn closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. When her eyes opened, she did not look at Melissa. In fact, her eyes seemed to be searching the rafters of the theater. She stood very still, in skirt and bra, with the red-haired seductress behind her, smiling.

"She was mad. I could tell. Her eyes... her eyes... she stared at me. She told me... told me I was... wrong. She put her hands... on my head. She stared at me and told me I was wrong, and that I shouldn't think... like that. She told me that I should... relax... and she would... make it easy... to think... the... the right way. It was easier to think the right way than the wrong way, and she would show me. I didn't want to believe her. I knew she was wrong, but it did... it seemed hard... to think... about how wrong she was."

Melissa's fingers has slipped inside the upper edge of Lynn's skirt. "Take it off," she said softly, but loudly enough for everyone to hear.

Lynn paused, shuddered, and swallowed before letting her skirt fall to the floor. She stood in the center of the stage in bra and panties, as Melissa stood smiling behind her.

"I didn't know... what was... happening. Her eyes just... looked right through me. She held my face... her hands were so warm... I felt... dizzy. My body... just... melted. Her voice... Oh, God, her voice... was... all around me... and then... I was looking up at her. I was on my knees. It seemed so... so easy... and it felt... it wasn't... I liked it."

Lynn broke off and began sobbing. The audience was absolutely silent, as was Melissa, still standing just behind Lynn. After a moment, Lynn collected herself and went on.

"After that... I don't know. I drifted... away. I just drifted away. It felt so good to just let her think for me. I didn't have to worry about it not being real any more, because she would think for me."

"That night... I learned... it was real. It is real. She really did hypnotize... me. And my friend. My friend loved it. She watches every show now."

She paused again, and when she continued, her voice was barely audible.

"I believe now. I believe it is real. I believe I can be hypnotized, and that I will do what I am told. I am hypnotized every day now, if I'm a... if I'm a good girl." Her face was flaring, but the expression on her face was now one of wonder and delight, rather than embarrassment.

"I love being hypnotized by Mel... by my Mistress. I love doing what she asks of me. I love being her good girl."

She stopped and swallowed again. Behind her, Melissa smiled gently, and whispered again.

"What trances are the best ones?"

Lynn blinked. "The ones you don't... see coming... Mistress." She stared desperately at the red-head, wanting to be entranced, wanting to be allowed to escape the scrutiny of the audience by letting go of her mind.

"Good girl." Melissa turned to the audience, leaving Lynn standing very still, looking as if she was going to cry again.

"Lynn is my good girl now. She truly believes in the power of hypnosis. She lives with me and serves me well. There is nothing she loves more than being hypnotized and carrying out my instructions. She is rewarded for pleasing me. If she does not please me, there is no punishment. The lack of reward is punishment enough for her."

"I sometimes feel bad about the way the contest worked out. In my opinion, the actual winner came away with less than either Lynn or me. Tonight I am going to try to even things up somewhat. Ladies and gentlemen, meet the winner of the contest." Melissa gestured offstage, and the woman who had won the contest walked out, slowly, nervously, and blushing fiercely. She glanced at Lynn and her eyes widened. She appeared to tremble a little, and looked away again.

"Lynn tells us you now watch every show?"

"Yes." A nod, an embarrassed grin.

"Is trance as good as you imagined it would be?"

The woman shook her head, which raised some eyebrows until she said, "Better. Lots better."

"And what trances did you find the best?"

The woman grinned broadly and smiled expectantly. "The ones you don't see coming."

"Yes, I find that is true as well. Were you surprised that Lynn went under so quickly and easily?"

The woman hesitated, clearly disappointed at not being hypnotized already. Finally she nodded. "Yes, after all the things she had said, I was amazed when she... when you... when she got down on her... um... knees..." She broke off, face bright red, and glanced at Lynn.

"Did watching that make you... hot? Did watching Lynn go down turn you on?"

The woman licked her lips and nodded, still gazing at Lynn.

"Do you believe in hypnosis?"

The woman blinked and looked at Melissa, puzzled. "God, yes."

"Do you want to go deeper?"

Another blink, another puzzled look. "Deeper?"

"Of course. Aren't you hypnotized already?"

The woman blinked again and shook her head, frowning. "I don't think so... Am I?"

Melissa pulled the woman close, staring into her suddenly-wide eyes.

"Of course you are. You are in a deep, deep trance, and the sound of my voice is taking you deeper now. In fact, all you hear is the sound of my voice as you go deeper. Go deeper. Go deeper for me now."

The woman stared at Melissa, her puzzled expression dissolving.

"Deeper. Go deeper for me now. Deeper into hypnosis. So deep, so relaxed, so open to me. Go deeper for me now."

The woman's eyes were glassy now as she fell under the red-head's spell.

"Close your eyes and sink even deeper for me now."

In less than a heartbeat, the woman's eyes closed for good.

The audience roared, and Lynn stood there, watching hungrily. Her jealousy was palpable, her desire visible in her erect nipples, and damp crotch of her panties.

"How do you feel?" Melissa asked the enthralled woman.

A faint, dreamy smile. "Nice..."

"I'm so glad. Lynn has something to say to you. You will hear her voice, and her words, and you will watch her as she speaks. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Open your eyes for me, and look at Lynn."

The woman's eyelids floated open. After a few seconds, she looked to her left, then her right, and noticed Lynn standing where she had been the entire time. The fact that Lynn was partially undressed no longer bothered the woman at all.

"Go ahead," Melissa commanded, nodding to her girl.

Lynn moved now, taking a few steps toward the woman. When she spoke, her voice was low, and her face was crimson.

"I have to... I want to say... I'm sorry. I was wrong. I was so wrong, and you were right. Hypnosis is real. Mistress... Melissa is real. I was hypnotized that night at your house, and Mistress hypnotizes me whenever she wants to now." Lynn's eyes widened now, because as she made her apology, she slowly sank to her knees. Clearly, it was not of her own volition, and Melissa smiled knowingly as she watched.

Now on her knees, gazing up into the glazed eyes of her hypnotized friend, Lynn said, "Please forgive me. I know I was a... bitch. I know how badly I treated you. I was wrong. I believe now. I want to... thank you... for letting me be there that night. For not kicking me out. It changed my life. Can you forgive me?"

The woman stared for several long moments, and Lynn's face went pale. Finally, the reply, soft, quiet, and simple.

"Yes."

Lynn burst into tears.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you so much. I am so sorry... so sorry..."

"Do you have something to tell my girl?" Melissa asked the woman.

The woman replied yes after a few seconds.

"Go ahead. Lynn, listen carefully."

Slowly, very slowly, the woman's hand moved toward Lynn as she knelt before the woman. Lynn watched, puzzled at first, and then her eyes went wide. She looked at Melissa in amazement, then looked back at the woman, the hunger again visible on her face.

Lynn's eyes were already closed, and she was smiling happily, leaning as close to the woman as she could, as the woman touched Lynn's forehead and said, "Sleep."

Lynn collapsed onto the stage floor. The woman blinked, shuddered, and looked down at the hypnotized woman at her feet. Stunned, she looked at Melissa, who watched with a wide grin.

"Did I... did I do that?" the woman asked, awestruck.

"You certainly did. Well, I arranged it without either of you knowing it. But she is under your spell, so I suggest the two of you go somewhere so she can... um... apologize to you in whatever manner you want her to." Melissa winked, and the woman's jaw dropped. The audience, meanwhile, was going wild.

"Would she... I mean, she will... um..."

Melissa nodded.

"She's mine, but for the rest of the evening, yes, she will do as you say."

"Oh... my... God... Oh... my... God..." The woman simply stood there, gazing down at Lynn, shaking her head and trembling. Melissa laughed and gestured offstage. Two stage hands came out, one leading the woman off, and the other picking up Lynn and carrying her off. The audience watched, roaring all the while. Alone on stage now, Melissa picked up Lynn's top and skirt, and tossed them into the audience.

"I have a question," Melissa said over the din. The audience fell silent, waiting.

"Is there anyone in this theater that does not believe in hypnosis?"

Not one person dared raise their hand. Melissa grinned.

"Okay, no hypno-athiests. Any hypno-agnostics?"

In the third row, one guy raised his hand, his face flushing as everyone else in the theater turned to look at him. Melissa smiled at him.

"So you're still not sure if hypnosis is real?"

"I'm... well, I think it's real, I just... I just don't know if I can be hypnotized. A couple friends tried after seeing your show, and it didn't work."

"Well, we certainly need to find out then, don't we? Come up here with me."

He made his way onto the stage, face red, the audience cheering him on.

"Welcome to The Hypno Show," Melissa said, reaching for his hand with a wicked grin.

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