Roberta Zimmerman leaned back in her lounge chair and smiled. Claire was right on time, making her way to her usual evening spot by the pool. That spot happened to be the lounge chair next to the one Roberta was in now.

Claire glanced at Roberta and nodded briefly, as if annoyed that she would have company. Roberta nodded back and said hello.

For two days, Roberta Zimmerman had watched Claire and her husband Donald. Obviously well-to-do, obviously in good shape, and quite obviously attractive. Claire must have been close to fifty but filled a two-piece bathing suit in a way that put many 20-year-olds to shame. Her husband was about the same age, well-built, and the one time he had come to the pool had worn rather plain green swim trucks instead of the Speedos many men his age preferred, for reasons only they knew.

From the chatter Roberta had overheard, they were English, in the islands for their first vacation in some time. Even so, much of their time during the day was spent apart, she at the pool, he out sightseeing. Roberta thought that strange, but it made things much easier.

It hadn't taken long to decide to decide upon her plan of action. This would be more than a financial gain. With five days left at the resort, she would have plenty of time to enjoy their company as well as their money.

The first step, then, was to win Claire over. That shouldn't be hard, Roberta thought as she watched Claire applying tanning oil. Lying beside a pool on a sunny day, feeling the warmth on her skin... no, it would not be hard at all to guide Claire into a more receptive state of mind.

Finished, Claire lay back, her skin glistening under its coat of tanning oil. Roberta waited a moment before breaking the silence.

"I could lie here all day."

Claire tilted her head and studied Roberta. After a few seconds she chuckled. "My dear, I DO lie here all day. My husband goes off galavanting, but I prefer a quieter, more peaceful holiday."

"So do I. The sun, the breeze, the sounds... it's so relaxing."

Claire nodded. "Indeed. It's so different from home. At times I feel as if I'm in some sort of trance here. Going home will be like waking from a pleasant dream."

Roberta smiled, hoping she looked innocently surprised. The surprise, at least, was real. Claire had given her a perfect opening.

"If you'd like a way to experience this dream any time, anywhere, you're sitting next to the right person. I'm a hypnotherapist. My name is Roberta, by the way." She offered her hand, and Claire, eyes wide, extended hers as well.

"Really? I say... a hypnotherapist... I'm sorry, I'm Claire. Forgive me, I hadn't expected..." Her voice trailed off and her cheeks went pink beneath her tan.

"I'm used to people being nervous when I tell them what I do," Roberta replied, still holding Claire's hand. "But they always relax quickly enough," she added with a grin.

Several seconds passed in silence as they gazed at each other, then Roberta slowly released Claire's hand. A few more seconds drifted by before Claire blinked, her extended hand darting to her cheek. "Oh... Oh, relax quickly. I'm sorry, it didn't strike me for a moment..."

Roberta grinned. "I'm a much better hypnotist than comedian. Seriously, hypnosis can help you enjoy a vacation even when you're home. Close your eyes, relax, and you're anywhere you want to be. Even here." Or even kneeling between my legs, she didn't say aloud.

Claire looked nervous, but her body language told Roberta that she wasn't ready to dismiss the idea. Roberta waited, and at length Claire broke the silence.

"The idea intrigues me, I admit. But I've seen hypnotists on telly, making people do all sorts of silly things. How do I know you won't have me walking around the pool making sounds like a goose?" She smiled to soften the question.

Roberta smiled back. She held her hand up, noticing that Claire's eyes automatically followed it. Then she drew an X over her ample chest as if crossing her heart. Claire's eyes followed, the pink tinge returning to her face.

"No silliness. I promise." That was as much of a promise as Roberta was willing to give. Financial gain and sexual pleasure were not silly at all, she reasoned. She lowered her hand to her lap, placing it strategically close to her crotch. Claire's eyes stopped moving, widened, and quickly darted away. Roberta waited patiently.

"You could really do this? I could be in the den and think I was lying by a pool, or on the beach?"

Roberta nodded. "Pool. Beach. Sauna. Getting a massage. Anywhere you want to be. Yes, I could do this. And if you would like, I will."

"My, my..." Claire lay back on the lounge and sighed. She was still for a moment, then turned to look at Roberta. "But where?"

Roberta looked around, laughed, and gestured to the low wall which bordered the pool. "Right on the other side of that."

"On the BEACH?" Claire looked shocked. Roberta merely nodded.

"I can't think of a better place. The sound of the waves, the breeze off the ocean. It will be perfect."

Not looking convinced, Claire nodded anyway. "When would you have time? How long will it take? Donald is dining in the village and taking in a show tonight after his travels, so I'm free tonight."

Roberta considered this. The desire to take her now, to send her into trance and use her for hours, was strong. But now was not the time.

She looked over her shoulder at the sun settling toward the horizon, then east over the wall, and over the sea. "The moon will be up soon, and I do believe it's full tonight. Everyone leaves the beach itself at sunset. Let's meet down there an hour after it rises, and the full moon will be your guide into hypnosis."

Claire's eyes were wide as she nodded. Madame Zoe smiled and nodded back, her gaze drifting casually over Claire's bikini top. Her companion's nipples were fully erect.

Madame dragged a beach chair over the sand and placed it beside a lounge chair. Glancing at the moon, she positioned the lounge so Claire would be looking directly toward at it. Satisfied, she sat in the beach chair. She hadn't even got comfortable before hearing Claire approaching.

Zoe rose and turned to face her next victim. The first thing she noticed was that Claire's gait was slightly unsteady, and it didn't appear to be because of the sand.

"Hello."

"Hello." Claire smiled timidly, her face flushed in the moonlight. She looked down at the sand. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"All good vacations involve a little exploration."

"Indeed." Claire looked at Zoe, then at the lounge, then up at the moon. "So I'm to be hypnotized," she murmured. "I must tell you that I had a drink before I came here. I am rather nervous. Is that all right?"

"One drink won't hurt."

"Good. Well, then," she said, straightening and making for the lounge chair. "I gather you want me there?"

"Yes, please." Zoe waited until Claire had settled herself in the lounge. "Are you ready, Claire?"

Claire looked at her, then up at the moon, and smiled. "Yes, I think so. No silliness?" she added, glancing back at Zoe.

"No silliness."

Claire nodded, sighed, and turned her gaze back toward the full moon, hanging over the ocean in the cloudless sky. Not many stars were visible yet, but those that were were incredibly bright.

"Just imagine, Claire. In a few moments you'll be totally relaxed. Your nervousness will drift away, just drift away, as you relax deeper and deeper. Focus your eyes on the moon, find a spot on the moon and focus on it as you listen to the sound of my voice. As I speak to you, you hear the waves washing up on shore, listening to my voice and hearing the waves. As you focus more intently upon the moon you will notice that the sound of the waves becomes the sound of my voice, and the sound of my voice becomes the sound of the waves. Focusing on the shining moon as the waves and my voice wash over you, washing over you, relaxing you deeper and deeper with each word, with each wave."

"As you focus deeper and deeper on the moon, you may become aware of the stars as well. Be aware of the stars but pay them no mind, they are not important right now. They are like the sounds that you hear that are not my voice or the waves, they too are unimportant. Pay them no mind. Focus only on the moon, and the waves, and my voice."

"If you find yourself thinking about a star, or a sound, allow it to relax you even deeper before you let if drift out of your thoughts. Your thoughts drift, drift, dreamy, hazy, fleeting. So hard to think of anything other than my voice and the moon. So hard to think."

Claire's body was already limp in the lounge. Her mouth hung open as she gaped at the moon hovering overhead.

"No need to think, no need to do anything other than allow my voice to wash over you with the waves, each wave relaxing you more and more, as you focus all of your awareness on the moon. Relaxing deeper and deeper with each wave, with each word. Deeper and deeper. Each wave, each word, relaxing you more and more."

Zoe watched Claire closely, and grinned as she noticed the woman was breathing in time with the waves - inhaling as each wave washed up, exhaling as each wave slid back into the sea. She shook her head, amused. There was no way she could have planned that timing, and yet it was perfect.

"Every wave, every word, every breath that you take relaxes you more and more completely. Focusing on the moon, relaxing deeper and deeper as the waves wash over you, as my words wash over you. Listen to my voice, listen to my words, allow them to relax you deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. Deeply relaxed."

"Now, Claire, as you focus even more intently upon the moon, you can relax even more completely by actually touching it. I am going to count from ten down to one, and with each number that I count, your right hand will become lighter and lighter, rising, drifting, floating up, up, up toward the moon. When I reach the number one, you will close your thumb and forefinger around the moon, and you will relax more deeply than you've ever imagined."

Zoe counted slowly, growing more aroused as the enthralled woman's arm rose slowly from the lounge, reaching toward the moon. Higher and higher it floated as Madame Zoe wove her web around Claire's mind.

"Two. Almost there, it's almost within reach, Claire. Very soon you will touch the moon and go into a state of relaxation deeper and more profound than you've ever experienced. You want this, don't you, Claire?"

"Yes," Claire whispered, eyes fixed on the moon, fingers reaching for it.

"One. Touch the moon and go deeper, Claire, deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper."

Claire's arm was pointed straight at the moon, and at Zoe's count, her thumb and finger closed together. Claire sighed and her body sagged more heavily into the lounge.

"You are almost hypnotized, Claire. You are almost hypnotized. You feel so good right now, with the waves relaxing you deeper and deeper, with my voice relaxing you deeper and deeper. As I count from three down to one you will relax even more completely, sinking closer and closer to a very deep, very deep state of hypnosis."

"At the count of one, Claire, your right arm will go limp, and you will let go of the moon. Your arm will fall instantly down to the soft warm sand beside you, and the instant it does, your eye will close and you will sink into a very deep state of hypnosis."

It was done quickly. "Three. Two. One. Deeply hypnotized." Claire's thumb and finger separated, and as they did so, her arm dropped, coming to rest on the sand next to the lounge. Her eyelids closed before her hand hit the ground, and Claire fell totally under Madame Zoe's spell.

"Good morning," Zoe said as Claire lay down beside her. The sun was high overhead, and as usual their end of the pool was deserted but for them.

"It certainly is," Claire said with a smile. "I must say, Roberta, it was quite pleasant being hypnotized last night. I thank you, and I also thank you for not being silly."

"You're quite welcome. It was my pleasure." Zoe said. And from now on it really will be my pleasure, Zoe thought.

It had been a night of conditioning for her new toy. Despite the exotic locale and the proximity of Claire's unresisting body, Zoe had spent their time together hypnotizing Claire over and over, implanting triggers and testing response. Claire was, in fact, an excellent subject, and had passed every test Zoe had given her.

The only memory Claire had of the evening was of total relaxation, total peace, and that she'd been given the ability to take herself almost anywhere, at almost any time. Zoe had also instructed her not to try using that ability yet, although Claire didn't even remember that.

Claire finished covering herself with tanning oil and lay back on the lounge. Looking over at Zoe, she smiled a guilty smile.

"Perhaps you could do that again before I leave," she said with an embarrassed blush.

Zoe smiled back. "Fuck you."

Claire looked puzzled for a split second, then her eyelids closed. Her body went limp in the lounge and her mind waited for Zoe's voice. Zoe had implanted the trigger the night before and found it quite amusing.

For two hours Zoe reinforced triggers and drove Claire deeper into the abyss of trance. One by one Claire's defenses were discovered, and then skillfully bypassed or simply broken through. With every success came a promise of more comfort, more pleasure, more joy. To Zoe's carefully worded queries came Claire's willing replies of bank balances and other information Zoe found most useful.

Zoe left her lying there, sound asleep, with a time, a room number, and a command to forget.

"Claire, hello."

"Good evening." Claire looked embarrassed again. "I was just... I'm out for a walk and thought.. thought I would say hello."

Zoe grinned. Claire didn't even wonder how she knew Zoe's room, nor did the fact that she arrived at exactly seven o'clock mean anything to her.

"I'm glad you stopped. Hello." She stood there for a moment, enjoying Claire's discomfort. "Come on in. Cooler in the air conditioning." For now.

"Oh... thank you." Claire stepped into Zoe's room as an insect flies into a spider web, and sealed her fate just as certainly.

"Is your husband off galavanting again?"

"Yes. He's on a bus trip, they won't be back until midnight."

Almost five hours. Not long, but long enough.

Zoe chuckled. "Sounds like he could use a portable vacation too."

Claire's eyes grew very wide indeed. "I say, Roberta, but do you know, he could! He's so busy, yes, he COULD do with a... portable vacation, you called it?" She grinned, still looking thoughtful.

"Just an idea." One that Zoe knew would be acted upon.

"And quite a good idea. I will mention it to him. Would you have time if he wishes to?"

"Of course."

"Thank you, Roberta. You're a remarkable woman."

"You have no idea," Zoe replied.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said, fuck you."

Claire's eyes closed and she went limp, sagging heavily toward the floor. Zoe caught her and dropped her on the bed. From a dresser drawer she removed several long, narrow strips of silk. Claire's wrists were bound together above her head, then tied to the headboard. Another strip went around her head as a blindfold, another into her mouth as a gag. The last two fastened her ankles to the legs of the bed, leaving Claire's legs spread wide.

Before the night was over, there would be no need for the physical bonds. By the time Claire returned to her own room, Zoe would control her mind and body totally.

Zoe stripped naked, as she often did after hypnotizing someone. The feeling of freedom in addition to the knowledge of the power she wielded was quite intoxicating to her. Her nipples swelled as she looked down at her deeply entranced guest.

Claire wore sandals, a short denim skirt, and a white halter top. Zoe climbed onto the bed and massaged Claire's breasts through the fabric, bringing a long sigh from the mesmerized woman. Zoe then pinched Claire's nipples, lightly at first, then harder and harder until they were swollen and firm. Claire was breathing heavily now, but showing no indications of awakening. Claire wanted to see how far she could go before that happened. Over the years she had acquired quite a talent for determining at what point a victim would snap out of trance. But before they could regain their senses enough to understand what had happened, Zoe would trigger them back into trance again. More than nine times out of ten, the person would drop obediently back into trance. For the rest - that was where the silk bonds came in. Zoe grinned. Most times she used leather or steel.

"It feels so good to be so deeply hypnotized," Zoe whispered as she caressed Claire's breasts. Claire moaned softly, her body rolled back and forth a tiny bit.

"So good." A pinch. "It feels so very, very good to be so deeply, deeply hypnotized. And the better you feel, the deeper you go. And the deeper you go, the better you feel. Say it with me, and feel yourself going deeper. The deeper I go, the better I feel. The better I feel, the deeper I go. Say it with me now, out loud, the deeper I go..."

Zoe continued, repeating the mantra over and over. Claire joined in, her voice barely audible at first, but growing stronger as Zoe's expert hands explored the bound woman's body.

"The deeper I go... the better I feel... the better I feel... the deeper I go..." Claire droned on, the words almost hypnotic in their monotonous regularity. After a few moments Zoe fell silent, leaning down and licking the base of Claire's neck. Claire inhaled sharply, her body shuddered, and then she sighed and resumed her recital.

For fifteen minutes Claire coaxed herself deeper with her own voice as Zoe fondled her.

"Very good, Claire," Zoe whispered before kissing her on the lips. "You are so deep now, feeling so good, and it is time to feel even better, and go even deeper. Now repeat out loud for me the words, 'The better I feel the more I obey."

Zoe waited. Claire did not reply, did not move. "The better I feel, the more I obey," Zoe said again.

Claire's mouth opened, but she said nothing.

Madame Zoe slid her hand between Claire's legs and pressed hard against the hypnotized woman's sex. Claire moaned, shuddered again, and as Zoe rubbed her palm against Claire's suddenly-damp shorts, Claire spoke.

"The better I feel... the more... I........... obey...."

"Again." Zoe rubbed harder.

"The better I feel... the more I..... obey..."

"Continue repeating it for me, and each time you do, you sink deeper and deeper into hypnosis."

Zoe twisted around and licked the top of Claire's inner thigh, just at the edge of her shorts.

"The better I feel... the more I...obey.... the better I feel... the more I...obey....the better I feel... the more I obey... the better I feel the more I obey... the better I feel the more I obey..."

It was like an engine that starts rough but smoothes out, Zoe thought with a grin. Claire's dreamy voice accompanied Zoe as she slipped Claire's sandals off and massaged her feet. Her hands then glided up the woman's legs, long, soft strokes intermixed with sharp nails dragging. Claire's voice would falter then resume as each new sensation flashed through her nervous system.

Zoe made a decision. Standing up, she looked down at Claire, lying limp, breathing heavily, nipples straining.

"And now, Claire, I am going to count from one to five. At the count of five you will open your eyes and remove your clothing. You will enjoy this completely, as you know it will help you feel better, and go deeper into trance. When you have undressed, you will lie down, spread your legs, close your eyes, and go twice as deep into hypnosis as you are right now. As you sink deeper into trance, you will experience twice as much pleasure as you are right now."

Zoe watched for a reaction that didn't come. Claire's voice had trailed off when Zoe started speaking, and now she lay quietly, her entire body flushed. After a moment, Zoe untied the silk, draping the strips over a chair in case they were needed again.

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five."

Claire's eyes opened slowly. She gazed up at the ceiling for a few seconds, then rolled to the side of the bed. She glanced at Zoe but paid no more attention to her. Zoe watched as Claire undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her panties slid down next, and then the halter came off. Her bra joined the pile, and Claire stood nude, not five feet from Zoe.

Still carrying out Zoe's commands, Claire lay back down on the bed, spread her legs invitingly, and closed her eyes. Zoe's breath caught in her throat as Claire sank deeper into trance.

"The better I feel, the more I obey," Zoe said. Claire picked up the chant again, her voice clear, as Zoe knelt between her legs.

Zoe's tongue was expert at things other than forming words to send unsuspecting people into trance. It darted up and down, back and forth, in and out, round and round, and soon Claire's voice was most unsteady. After almost ten minutes of constant, intense stimulation, Claire could no longer contain the ecstasy. With Zoe's head buried between her legs, and her own words buried deep in her mind, Claire came. She fell silent for an instant before crying out, over and over again. Her body heaved, and Zoe followed every movement.

Finally Claire gasped, her body went limp again, and her cries faded to long, soft moans. Zoe rose, climbed up over Claire's limp, sweating body, and knelt over her, looking down at her face.

"Open your eyes, Claire." Claire did so, her glassy eyes staring deep into the deepest, darkest eyes she'd ever seen. Her mind still enwrapped in the fog of trance, she waited.

"You obey," Zoe said, her breasts pressed against Claire's. "Say it."

Claire's mouth moved for a few seconds before she replied.

"I obey."

"You obey me."

"I obey you."

"You obey Madame Zoe."

"I obey... Madame Zoe."

Madame Zoe leaned down and kissed Claire full on the mouth, her tongue probing deep. Claire did not respond, did not resist. "Obey me," Zoe rasped as she tugged Claire's lip with her teeth.

"Obey you," Claire said, her voice unsteady.

"It feels so good to obey." Zoe nibbled at Claire's earlobe.

"It feels so good to.... obey."

"Obeying Madame Zoe brings pleasure."

"Obeying Madame Zoe brings pleasure."

"You obey Madame Zoe."

"I.... obey.... Madame Zoe."

Zoe slid down and sucked Claire's left nipple into her mouth, rolling the nipple around with her tongue, feeling it swelling even more. Claire moaned again.

"Obey."

"Obey."

Zoe's tongue ran up Claire's chest, up over her throat, over her chin, around her lips. Then, staring down into her captive's eyes again, she said, "I am going to count from three down to one. At the count of one, you will experience an intense, irresistible urge to bring me pleasure. At the count of one you will kneel between my legs and bring me to orgasm. You will continue until I tell you to stop. You will obey."

Claire stared back, unable to resist.

Rolling off Claire's body, Zoe lay back beside her. "Three." She reached over and palmed Claire's nipple. "Two." She rolled the nipple between her fingers. "One. You will obey." Zoe removed her hand and awaited Claire's reaction.

Slowly, Claire turned on her side, glazed eyes gazing at Zoe. Just as slowly she slid downward and crawled across Zoe, ending up kneeling between her legs just as she'd been told. Zoe watched as Claire's eyes dropped, watched as Claire's cheeks turned crimson - and watched as Claire opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and disappeared between her legs.

Some time later, Zoe decided she was satisfied for the moment. She told Claire to stop, and lay back panting. Checking the clock, she saw she still had an hour and a half before Claire's husband was scheduled to return. That gave her forty five minutes, to be on the safe side.

Madame Zoe instructed her mesmerized companion to lie down, and settled down beside her. For the next forty minutes she whispered in Claire's ear. Claire listened, her mind utterly open to the dark-haired temptress. Every command was accepted, some reinforced by a finger tracing a nipple or a nail against soft flesh.

When Claire awakened, showered and dressed, there was no curiosity as to where the time had gone. She smiled and thanked Zoe for the company and returned to her own room, blissfully unaware that Roberta Zimmerman had, in effect, a PIN number to her mind and body.

Donald looked at his wife with a most uncertain expression. "You're certain about this, are you?"

"Quite certain. I found it most enjoyable, and I daresay you will as well. And as I said, Roberta has given me a way to take a little vacation any time I wish. She's really very good - and there's no silliness like on the telly."

Zoe smiled, imagining how Claire would react if she knew what really went on while she had been entranced.

Donald was silent for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, all right then. I suppose I have nothing to lose." Zoe managed to keep from laughing out loud at that statement. Donald turned to her. "Shall we, then?"

Zoe nodded. "We certainly shall. You can sit right there, that's fine, and... oh, I have an idea." Zoe looked at Claire. "Would you like me to hypnotize you again so your husband can see how easy the process is?"

Claire's eyes lit up. "Oh, yes, that would be wonderful." She looked at her husband, her excitement obvious. "Dear?"

A flush crept over Donald's face, and Zoe noticed him shifting in his chair. "Well... d'you... er... I suppose..."

"I'll take that as a yes," Claire said with a grin. "Roberta, if you would?"

I certainly will, the dark-haired temptress thought.

"Of course." Claire moved to a chair, but Zoe stopped her. "No, stay there. I think the point will be proven more effectively if you're standing up when you go into trance." Claire smiled, and Donald shifted in his chair some more. Zoe looked down at him.

"As I've already demonstrated to your wife, there are many ways to guide someone into a trance state. This one is quite effective."

Claire was waiting impatiently, and her grin stretched from ear to ear. Zoe reached out a hand, gesturing for Claire to take it, which she did. Zoe then raised Claire's hand high over their heads, holding it there, gazing at Claire's face. For a moment Claire looked up at her hand, then, curious, lowered her gaze to Zoe's face. The instant their eyes met, Zoe pulled down on Claire's hand and let go, at the same time saying quite clearly, "Deeply hypnotized now."

Claire's hand dropped to her side. Before Donald's awestruck eyes, his wife's eyes rolled back and closed, her head lolled sideways, and she sank down into hypnosis.

Donald stared at his suddenly-entranced wife. Before his mind could fully comprehend the idea, something blocked his view. Refocusing, he found Zoe standing before him, staring deep into his eyes.

He felt her take his hand, raise it above his head, holding it there. Then she was speaking rapidly, the words audible but not processed by his conscious mind, so in shock was he.

"Yes, Donald, when her hand went down, she went down. Down, down, into trance, deep down into hypnosis. When her hand returned to her side she went down, down, deep into hypnosis, hearing only my voice, focusing only on my words, Hypnosis is a state of total concentration. Total concentration on the sound of my voice and the words I say to you. When her arm returned to her side she entered this state of total relaxation, total focus, total concentration. Nothing else matters. My voice, my words."

As Zoe spoke, she was easing Donald's arm downward. His hand was already lower than shoulder height, though he was unaware of that fact. He was spellbound by the dark eyes before him, the silky voice wrapping its tendrils around his thoughts.

"When your arm returns to your side, a trance state will be created. A very deep hypnotic trance, very deep, very open. Deeper and deeper, more and more open. Total focus, total concentration, total openness. Lower and lower, deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper into trance. Deeper. Deeper."

Donald's hand was almost to his side now. Zoe let go and allowed it to fall the remaining few inches. Donald trembled, his eyes glazing as he stared at Zoe's face. "Deeply hypnotized now," Zoe whispered.

A long sigh, fluttering eyes which then closed for good, and Donald joined his wife in trance.

Without a moment's hesitation, Zoe stripped naked. She then padded the few steps to where Claire stood and whispered in her ear for a moment, putting Claire's mind in a self-deepening loop. She would ignore anything and everything else until receiving a direct command from Zoe. Leaving her to spiral ever deeper, Madame Zoe returned her attention to Donald.

For several seconds she just stood there, looking down at him. He was sprawled limp in the chair, head tipped back, legs apart, one arm in his lap, the other hanging down. He looked so inviting.

"It feels so good to be so relaxed, doesn't it, Donald?" Zoe asked in her most soothing voice.

"Yes," came the eventual reply.

"And you want to go as deep as Claire is, you want to experience the same unknown pleasures that she can."

"Yes."

Zoe proceeded to take him deeper, counting from ten to one as his dangling arm became lighter and lighter. At the count of one, Donald's arm was raised straight up, and Zoe took him deeper still by dropping it back down instantly. A few more suggestions, a carefully worded trigger, and she awakened him.

He stirred, his eyes opening slowly. He didn't notice Zoe standing slightly behind him. The first thing he noticed was his wife, still deep in trance and standing in the middle of the room. His eyes opened wide and he rose unsteadily to his feet.

"Donald, we're not finished yet."

"What?" He turned toward the voice, and found himself staring into Zoe's unfathomable eyes. He never had the chance to realize she was nude, so quickly and totally did her eyes capture him.

"I said, it's time to go even deeper now. Just like your wife, deeper and deeper into hypnosis, so deep into hypnosis. The only sound you hear is the sound of my voice, the only thing that matters is the sound of my voice. Look deep into my eyes and listen to the sound of my voice as I allow you to drift back into hypnosis, back into hypnosis, deeper and deeper into hypnosis with every word I say to you. Deeper and deeper, falling deep into my eyes, my words sinking deeper and deeper into your mind. Allow my words to brush away your thoughts, allow my words to brush away your cares. No thoughts, no cares, only my words guiding you even deeper into hypnosis."

Donald did not look away. Trapped, impaled by Madame's hypnotic eyes, caught under the thrall of her soft voice, to even think of looking away was too much effort. He stared back at Zoe, already bound by her words, as she tightened her web around him.

"It feels so good, Donald, so very good, and now I am going to allow you to feel even better as you sink deeper into hypnosis. I am going to count back from five to zero. With each number you will focus more and more intently upon the sound of my voice. And with each number, you will feel your already-hard penis becoming harder and harder. Being so relaxed, so focused, so very, very deeply hypnotized, brings about an almost sexual feeling, a sensation of pleasure that is so familiar, and yet so new, that you find yourself wanting to experience it more and more instensly. Five, the only sound that matters is the sound of my voice. Feel my voice flowing deep into your penis, causing it go swell, to grow even harder. Four, my voice flows through your penis, sending you even deeper into hypnosis and bringing you even more pleasure. Three. my voice flows deeper into your hard penis, making it even harder to resist, harder to resist, harder and harder. Two, so hard to resist my voice, so hard, so very hard, hard to resist me. So very hard to resist the pleasure of my voice. One, close your eyes and focus all of your awareness on the sound of my voice and the pleasure of your hard cock."

Donald blinked once, then closed his eyes. He stood very still, mouth agape, his straining cock bulging inside his shorts. Zoe moved very close to him and whispered in his ear, at the same time placing her hand over his crotch. The feeling of his stiff rod sent a thrill through her - but now was not the time.

"The sound of my voice makes you hard, Donald. The sound of my voice relaxes you, soothes you, erases all your cares and worries. And the sound of my voice makes you hard, hearing my voice makes your cock hard, so hard, harder and harder, harder and harder to resist the sound of my voice. So very, very hard, Donald, so relaxed and so hard. So hard."

Her hand slowly massaged his cock. Donald was breathing heavily, but Zoe could detect no sign that he was in danger of awakening. The suddeness of the induction and the fact that Donald was already excited when he went under had made Zoe's task very easy indeed.

The next forty minutes were spent massaging Donald's throbbing cock through his shorts as she coaxed him even deeper, conditioning him to her voice and her touch. Her voice made him hard, and when he was hard he yearned for the sound of her voice. Her voice made him so very hard, and it was so hard, so very hard, to resist her.

A few more suggestions, including one to forget, and she awakened him.

Once more, his first sight was of his wife, still drifting down even deeper into hypnosis. He stared, his face flushing.

"It's very exciting to see her in trance, isn't it?"

Donald glanced at her, this time noticing her unclothed condition. His flush deepened, his jaw dropped. Madame Zoe spoke first.

"So very exciting," Zoe repeated, her voice low and sultry. "It isn't HARD to go into a deep, deep trance for me right NOW, right this instant, is it, Donald?"

He managed to shake his head, just once, and whisper no before his eyes lost their focus and he slipped into a trance state.

Zoe undid Donald's shorts and tugged them down around his ankles. His cock sprang out from his boxers, thick and long and strong. Zoe grinned wickedly as she sat on the floor between his legs.

Five minutes later Donald was repeating much the same mantra that his wife had learned so well. As he convinced himself of his obedience to Madame Zoe, she licked, sucked, and teased him.

"The deeper I go..." Zoe slid his cock all the way into her mouth.

"The more I obey..." Zoe's tongue darted over his balls.

Over and over.

All too soon, a groan escaped his slack lips, and Zoe paused. He was ready to cum, and it was much too early for that.

"And now, Donald, at the count of five you will come out of trance, remembering nothing but the fact that you obey. One, two, three, four, five."

Donald swayed back and forth as he came to his senses. Blinking away his confusion, he found himself staring down at a raging hard-on and a raven- haired seductress sitting between his legs. The look on his face made Zoe laugh.

"I say..." Donald managed to stammer after a moment.

"Do you? Isn't it... hard... to talk right now?" Zoe reached up, circled his cock with her fingers, and began stroking him. In a matter of seconds Donald sank helplessly back down into trance.

Another half hour was spent bringing Donald to the brink of orgasm again and again. All the while, Zoe whispered to him, coaxing him, commanding him, conditioning him - controlling him. She then removed all desire from his mind, and watched with a grin as his cock shrank down to nothing. Donald was then awakened, again with no real memory of what had happened.

Zoe stood before him, nude, as he returned to conscious awareness. He flushed, trying not to look at her, then realized his shorts were down around his ankles. With a startled yelp he looked back at her.

"Now see here, Roberta..."

"Yes, I do see. And it looks delicious. I want to see it hard."

He stopped short, totally forgetting whatever he was going to say. His eyes dropped back down to his crotch, and both he and Zoe watched as his cock came to life. A moment later it was rigid, the color had faded from Donald's cheeks, and he had sunk into hypnosis without Zoe saying another word.

"Not hard at all," Zoe muttered with a grin. She straightened up and looked around the room with a satisfied smirk. Claire stood where she had been left, mindlessly spiraling deeper into trance. Donald stood before Zoe, his cock and his mind exposed to her.

It was time for the fun to begin.

"You are in a very deep hypnotic trance, Donald. You are very deep and very hard, and when you are hard it is so hard to resist, so hard... so hard... so hard... to resist. The harder it gets, the harder it gets... to resist me. The harder you get... the deeper you go... the deeper you go... the more you obey..."

Donald was motionless but for his cock, which pulsed with every beat of his heart. A reddish tinge crept back into his face.

A few commands, a few fumbling motions, and Donald was nude. Zoe calmly examined his body, saving his cock for last.

"Make it harder, Donald. Take your cock in your hand and make it harder. The harder it is, the deeper you go, the better it feels, the more you want to obey. You want to obey because you know that only I can make you feel this way. Only I can make it this hard... only I can relax you so deeply, so totally, and make you so hard. I make you hard, my voice makes you hard, my voice makes you obey."

His hand slowly moved, his fingers circling his shaft.

"Every time you inhale, Donald, every time you inhale, you will squeeze your cock. Squeeze it hard, squeeze it hard, make it harder. Every time you inhale you squeeze your cock and make it harder. The harder it gets the more you want to obey."

"And every time you exhale you stop squeezing, stop squeezing and relax deeper, deeper and deeper, sinking down, down, down deeper and deeper into this hypnotic state that only I can provide for you. As you exhale and stop squeezing and go deeper, Donald, you will say, out loud, the words, I obey. Every time you exhale and go deeper, you will say out loud the words, I obey. "

She paused as Donald's hand clutched his cock like a vice, the head turning purple. A few seconds later his hand relaxed.

"I obey."

A few more repetitions and Zoe turned her attention back to Claire, Donald's muted words following her.

"Claire, you are doing well," she whispered to the enthralled woman. "You now feel so good, and are so deeply hypnotized, that you are ready to obey me totally. It feels so good to be so deeply hypnotized, to listen to the sound of my voice, to allow my words to float through your mind, unhindered by any inhibitions whatsoever. No inhibitions whatsoever. You go deeper, you listen, and you obey. You listen and obey. No inhibitions at all, they are all gone, you don't even remember what inhibitions you may once have had. They are all gone now, vanished, erased from your mind. No inhibitions at all. And it feels so good."

"Take your clothes off, Claire. Obey."

Claire didn't even blush as she undressed.

"So relaxed, so aroused, feeling so free and open right now. So open to new thoughts, new thoughts which I will think for you. Only I can give you these new thoughts, only I can bring you to this place, this place where you are so open, so open to me. So open to me, wanting to obey me, wanting to feel this way again and again. Only I can make you feel this way. I am the only one you want to obey. You want to obey. You want to obey."

A few moments later Claire was standing beside her husband. Donald was still clutching and releasing his cock, whispering "I obey" with every breath. Claire was motionless, arms dangling, shoulders slumped, head tipped to one side. Zoe stood in front of them, admiring her handiwork.

"Stop." Donald let go of his cock instantly, his hand falling to his side. Claire merely remained immobile.

"You love this feeling, don't you?"

Zoe brushed her fingers over her clit as both Donald and Claire responded with a hushed "Yes".

"And you want to experience it again and again, don't you?"

Another yes from her hypnotized hosts.

"You want it more than anything. You want to feel this way again and again, you want to be hypnotized over and over, you want to go deeper and deeper, so you can obey more and more. Hypnotized over and over, going deeper and deeper, obeying more and more. You want more than anything to feel this way, you want more than anything for me to hypnotize you again and again. It is so easy to obey me when you know how good it feels to be so deeply hypnotized. So easy to obey me, it feels so good to be so deeply hypnotized. It feels so good to obey me, and it is so easy to go into deep hypnosis for me. It feels so good to obey me and go into a deep hypnotic trance."

"In a moment I am going to bring you back. You will no longer be in this deep hypnotic state. You know that only I can take you back into this deep hypnotic state that you enjoy so much, this deeply relaxed, open state which I allow you to enter. You will find that you want to go into hypnosis again, you will crave being hypnotized again right away. As soon as you come out of trance you will crave being hypnotized again. You will want to do anything in order to feel this way again, so relaxed, so open, so deeply hypnotized. You will beg me to hypnotize you again."

"You will beg me to hypnotize you again."

"You will beg me to hypnotize you again."

Zoe paused, watching for subtle reactions, and saw two flushed faces and one rigid cock. There was no hint whatsoever of resistance.

"At the count of three you will come out of trance and find yourself craving to go under for me again. At the count of three you will come out of trance and beg me to hypnotize you again."

"One. Two. Three, eyes open, out of trance."

Madame Zoe truly enjoyed their reactions as they came to their senses. As their eyes focused they saw her before them, nude, her supple body and hard nipples visible in all their glory. Claire gasped, Donald's mouth dropped open.

"I say.. Roberta... what... what is the meaning...?" He glanced to one side and saw his wife there, also nude. "Claire! Are you... has she.., are we...what...?"

Claire looked at him, then back at Zoe. Madame Zoe saw the flame flickering in her eyes before she turned back to her husband.

"Darling... I don't know... but something... it was... I felt.. I feel... I need it. I want it again. Darling, I want this."

Donald was stunned. Madame was silent, enjoying herself, watching her prey, knowing they would soon step willingly into her trap.

"You want... you want this? Claire, luv, what has she done?"

Claire shook her head dreamily. "I don't know, darling, but I want it. Don't you? Don't you want to go there again?"

He paused. Zoe grinned as several expressions competed for prominence on Donald's face. A puzzled, blank look won, and he turned to Zoe.

"Can you... will you take us back there?"

"I can."

Donald swallowed hard. Claire took his arm, holding on tight, and looked at Zoe. "Please... let us go there again."

This is a poor excuse for begging, Zoe thought with some irritation. She stretched as if bored, her breasts thrusting toward her toys. "I do have other things to do, you know."

"Oh, no, please, Madame, please stay. Please take us there again."

Donald looked at his wife curiously. "Madame? Who is Madame?" Zoe smiled broadly. Claire had remembered.

"Madame... Madame Zoe," Claire whispered, a look of wonder on her face. Donald still looked puzzled as he turned to Zoe. "Who is this Madame Zoe?"

"I am, Donald. I am Madame Zoe. I am who you serve."

"Serve?"

"Claire, do you want to go into trance again?"

"Oh, yes, yes, please!"

"Then get down on your knees." Claire obeyed instantly, to Donald's amazement. "Donald, turn toward your wife. Listen to my voice and turn toward your wife."

Donald's face changed. "Your... voice?" Slowly he shifted until he was facing his wife, his now-shrunken cock inches from her face. Zoe took a few steps and positioned herself immediately behind Claire.

"Do you want to feel my voice again, Donald?" Zoe asked in her most seductive voice. Donald was no match for that voice.

"Yes," he whispered after a few seconds. His eyes were already fixed upon Zoe's.

"Claire, take your husband in your mouth. Suck him."

Zoe stared into Donald's widening eyes as his cock slid into his wife's mouth. His mouth moved soundlessly as Claire's head moved up and down. Zoe could imagine his cock swelling, expanding, thickening as Claire worked.

And as his cock got harder, the eyes staring back at Zoe gradually lost their focus. "Feel my voice around your cock, Donald," Zoe said, just as his eyes glazed over. Donald sank back into trance, captured by his own hard cock and Zoe's voice.

Claire knew nothing of this. She continued attending to her husband's member, unaware of the fact that the mind connected to the organ was no longer in control of itself.

Zoe waited until Donald's body began to tremble. "Stop, Claire."

Immediately Claire backed off, allowing Donald's cock to slip out of her mouth one last time. She remained on her knees on the floor, with Donald's hard-on in front of her and Zoe behind her.

"Stand up, Claire. Face me." Claire did, quivering and red-faced.

"You just hypnotized your husband, Claire," Zoe said softly. Well, it was mostly true, after all. Claire's eyes widened, and she made as if to turn toward him. "Don't move!" Zoe snapped. Startled, Claire whirled back around and stared at Zoe.

"He is where you want to be, isn't he?" Claire nodded.

"You want me to hypnotize you, don't you, my pet?"

Claire's eyes went wide, and her jaw fell open. After a moment of shock, she nodded. "Yes, please. Please, Madame."

"Down on your knees."

Claire gulped - and knelt before Madame Zoe. Madame spread her legs slightly, making sure her pussy was right in front of Claire's face.

"Look at me." Claire looked up into dark eyes that had captivated so many helpless men and women.

"Now lick me."

For a moment there was no reaction at all other than Claire's eyes going very wide indeed. Then she leaned forward, just a little, then a little more, until her face was nestled firmly between Madame's lithe legs.

"Lick me," Madame Zoe repeated.

Warm breath on her clit, then a hesitant tongue. Zoe stifled a moan as she stared down at her captive. Claire quickly lost her reluctance as Zoe's eyes bored into hers. Zoe put her hands on the back of Claire's head, pulling her closer, all the while gazing deep into her eyes as she knelt between her legs.

"Lick me, my pet. Lick me. Think of nothing else. Nothing else. Lick me as you gaze into my eyes. I am your whole world. There is nothing else. Pleasuring me is your whole world. Look deep into my eyes and pleasure me."

Claire slipped into a light trance as she teased Madame's clit. There was no thought involved, her tongue seemed to move of its own accord. Like an automaton, Claire licked her Mistress as her conscious mind floated up, up, up into those dark, inviting eyes. She felt so warm, so comfortable, enveloped between Madame's lush body and her strong hands. The dark eyes seemed to grow larger, and at the same time less distinct. Then they too faded away, and there was only the contact with Madame's body and a voice that drifted easily through her mind.

Madame looked down into the glassy eyes of the woman between her legs. Claire stared back, no longer aware of what she was seeing, or even of what she was doing. Donald stood behind his wife, gazing at Zoe, his cock pulsing gently. For a long while Madame was still and silent, feeling the pleasure building, savoring the power she wielded. Claire's vacant eyes and probing tongue were tangible proof of that power.

"Claire, close your eyes and go deeper," Zoe at last said to the woman at her feet. Claire's eyelids came together while she continued the task Zoe had given her.

"Donald, look into my eyes." He did. "Take your cock in your hand." This too he did. "It's hard, Donald. So hard. So hard to resist me. Make it harder. Make it harder to resist me. Stroke your cock, Donald. Make it so hard, so very hard, make it totally impossible to resist me."

Donald's hand moved rhythmically up and down his expanding shaft as he stared slack-jawed into Zoe's captivating eyes. Up and down, again and again, and Zoe watched him play with himself as his wife's tongue brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

"Donald," she said, her voice now wavering, "the harder it gets the harder it is to resist. You know that if I let you cum, you will never again be able to resist me. If I let you cum, it will be too hard to even think of resisting me any more. If I let you cum, Donald, you belong to me. And that is what you want, Donald. You want me to let you cum. You want me to let you cum. And if you cum you belong to me. Don't stop, Donald, make it harder, make it harder to resist. You can't stop, you can't even think of stopping. You know you want to cum, you know you have to cum, and you know that if you cum you will belong to me."

Donald was breathing heavily, his cock purple, clasped tightly within his rapidly-moving hand. His eyes never left Zoe's.

"Down on your knees, Donald. Down on your knees as you make it harder to resist me."

Waves of searing ecstasy were washing over Zoe now as Claire dreamily licked her red-hot clit. Behind Claire, Donald sank to his knees, still pumping furiously, still staring into Zoe's eyes.

"Say you obey me, Donald. Say you obey Madame Zoe."

His jaw tried to form words without success. He was shaking, as was Zoe. So close, so close...

"Say it, Donald. Say you obey Madame Zoe."

"I...... I.... ob...... I... obey....."

"It is too hard to resist, Donald. Say it. Say you obey Madame Zoe."

"I... obey... Madame... Zoe..." he finally managed to stammer.

"Say it again," Zoe moaned, feeling her knees weakening.

"I... obey... Madame Zoe..."

"Yes. You obey me. You belong to me. You cannot resist me. You cannot resist me. Cum, Donald. Cum now and tell me you belong to me."

Zoe's vision clouded as the first orgasm rippled through her body. She dimly saw Donald kneeling behind his wife, clutching his cock, gasping words she could not make out. A stream of jism shot into the air, raining down on Claire's ass and back. Zoe rode out a series of climaxes, enjoying Donald's accompanying grunts. Then at last, momentarily, Zoe was satiated.

"Stop, Claire. Stop, Donald." Another soft command and Donald's eyes closed.

Zoe stepped back, panting and wearing a wide grin. Claire and Donald knelt on the floor, Claire covered with cum and Zoe's juices. Donald still had his shrinking cock in his hand.

"You belong to me," Zoe said in a voice that literally oozed power. "Say it. Tell me you belong to Madame Zoe."

She closed her eyes and felt the delightful tremor of an aftershock as Claire and Donald said, in unison, "I belong to Madame Zoe."

"Say it again." They obeyed. "And again." And again.

"You obey me. You will always obey me. It is impossible to resist me. You can't even think about resisting me. It is much too hard to resist me. You will obey me. It is so much easier to obey me. You will obey me."

"Say it."

"I obey Madame Zoe."

"I am going to count from ten down to one. As I do, you will sink deeper and deeper into hypnosis, deeper and deeper under my control. At the count of one, you will be twice as deeply hypnotized, and my control over you will instantly become twice as strong. With each number I count you will say that you belong to me, and at the count of one you will allow any last, fleeting thoughts of resistance to melt away completely."

Zoe counted back slowly, her two enthralled playthings acknowledging her power over them with every number.

"One. Twice as deeply entranced. Your desire, your need to obey me is stronger than ever before, and this need with remain with you. You will not consciously be aware of this need, but your subconscious mind will never forget that it obeys me instantly and totally. There are no thoughts of resisting, no thoughts of resisting. It is so easy, so natural, to obey me always, instantly and totally. You obey me. You obey Madame Zoe. Say it."

"I obey Madame Zoe." Their hushed voices joined in total surrender.

Still nude, Zoe explored their hotel room. Finding Donald's billfold, she liberated several hundred pounds' worth of notes, and a lesser amount of local currency. She wrote down two credit card numbers and expiration dates from cards found in Claire's purse. Then, satisfied with the night's work, she dressed. After a few more commands, she left.

Claire awakened a split second before Donald. Finding herself on her knees, she twisted around and saw Donald's eyes just opening. His eyes at last focused, and he beheld his nude, cum-covered wife.

"Oh, I say..."

Zoe was smiling as she climbed into bed, imagining the puzzled exchange that must be taking place between Donald and Claire. She had left them with no memory at all of her presence, and any connection between their current condition and Madame's hypnotic skills would somehow slip their minds. They wouldn't even notice the missing money.

What they would notice was a strong urge to invite Roberta Zimmerman to their room again.

"Roberta, how nice. We're so glad you could stop by tonight."

Donald held the door as Zoe entered the room. "My pleasure," she said, meaning it.

Smiling, Claire took Madame Zoe's hands in hers. "Thank you so much for all the time you're sharing with us. I'm actually looking forward to a dull, rainy day at home, so I can take myself on a vacation."

Zoe flashed a bright and completely false smile at Claire. "Fuck you."

Claire's facial muscles went slack. Then she looked puzzled for an instant before her eyes closed. As she dropped down into a trance, Zoe shook her hands free.

Donald was staring in shock. "Roberta... I say.."

"Close the door."

Donald looked at the door, back at Zoe, and at the door again. He pushed it closed, watching it all the way. As it clicked shut his body shuddered. It was a long time before he turned to face Zoe again.

"Roberta..."

"Come here, Donald."

He was clearly trying to fight it, and just as clearly unable to. His steps were small, each one an effort. At last he paused before Zoe, red-faced and breathing heavily.

"Roberta..."

She reached out to him, cupping his face in her hands and effectively blocking his peripheral vision. He stared at her, into her eyes, and without truly understanding why, felt his body relaxing.

"You belong to me, Donald."

A puzzled look. "I... what?"

"You belong to me. You are trying to resist, but you know it is too hard... to resist. It is hard... isn't it, Donald?"

"Yes," he replied, in a very small voice, after a very long pause.

"There is nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. You belong to me and I am going to take what belongs to me. You find it so hard... so hard to resist. You can't resist, can you, Donald? It is much to... hard."

His eyes were already losing focus as Madame Zoe's voice brushed away his conscious thoughts. "Resist..." he whispered, trying one last time to retain control of himself.

"You cannot resist. You belong to me. You cannot run. You cannot hide. You will gaze into my eyes, and listen to the sound of my voice, and obey me. You belong to me. You will obey me. Say it."

"I... belong..... to.... you."

"You will obey."

His eyes were glassy, helplessly locked onto Madame Zoe's. His arms dangled at his sides, limp and forgotten. "I... will... obey..."

"You belong to me. You obey me. And as I count from five down to one you will feel yourself falling into a deeper hypnotic trance for me. It is too hard to resist, you will obey. You will go into a deep hypnotic trance for me at the count of one. As soon as you go into hypnosis you will be unable to resist me at all. You will obey me, instantly and totally. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Close your eyes and go deep, deep into hypnosis for me now, Donald. Go so deep that the mere thought of resisting me makes you want to obey me even more. Any time you even think of resisting me, you go deeper under my hypnotic control. I control you, Donald. You belong to me. You obey me. I control you. You belong to me."

There was no reply. Donald stood very still, supported partially by Zoe's hands, his mind wide open to her commands.

Five minutes later Donald, Claire, and Zoe were all nude. Zoe lay on the bed. Donald stood beside the bed, still entranced. Claire sat in a chair, not in trance but unable to move a muscle.

"Roberta... all this... why? How?"

Zoe looked at her and grinned. "Why? I enjoy it. Taking control, using minds and bodies for my pleasure. The things you've done for me, Claire... well, they would surprise you. You have a very talented tongue, by the way. But tonight, you're going to sit and watch as your husband makes love to me. Watching people watch their partners obey me turns me on."

Claire trembled as she tried to move. Zoe noticed and laughed.

"Don't even bother. You belong to me, and when I tell you to sit still, you will. My control is total. Even when you're awake, you obey commands I've given you. That's why I'm here tonight - I told you to invite me."

Claire looked properly shocked. "You told... so I called you... because you'd hypnotized me to call you?"

Madame Zoe laughed. "Well, there was more to it than that. I bet you two were pretty surprised to find yourselves naked on the floor, huh? And you covered in cum? With my juices all over your face? But you never realized what really happened, did you? No. Because I told you not to. I control your body, as you see right now. I control your mind, as you see every time I put you into trance. And I control your very thoughts. You don't remember anything I've done to you when you're under. Don't you find that strange?"

Claire frowned. "Well... I guess I never really thought about it. I always thought that hypnotized people never remembered anyway."

Zoe shook her head. "You remember what I let you remember, and you forget what I tell you to forget. It's that simple. I could put you under right now, and in three minutes this entire conversation would be forgotten."

"Are you going to do that?"

A large grin. "You'll have to wait and see."

"But... what about the vacation? Lying on the beach on a rainy day?"

Zoe looked at Claire curiously. "You're stark naked, you can't move, I totally control you, I'm going to fuck your husband, and you're worried about rainy days?"

Managing something like a dignified expression, Claire nodded. "I have to accept the situation. It does not appear that I can do anything to change it."

Zoe grinned. "You got that right."

Claire ignored the interruption. "I gather I have performed... certain... services... for you while I've been under hypnosis." Zoe nodded, still grinning. "And it seems safe to say I will be performing those services again, and so will Donald." Another nod from the intrigued temptress. "And I may or may not be left with any memory of any of it."

"Go on."

"All I ask is that you allow me the one thing you promised me. A way to enjoy a vacation whenever I want. I realize I have no bargaining power whatsoever. I am asking you."

Donald was forgotten as Zoe sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you realize that if I told you to crawl over here and lick my clit until I came, you would?" Claire nodded, meeting Zoe's gaze.

"And do you realize that I could have your husband fuck me all night long, and then make him think of me every time you two fuck?" Claire blinked at that one, but nodded again.

"And you're sitting there asking me for a favor?"

"I'm not asking for a favor. I'm asking you to keep a promise."

Zoe leaned back on the bed and laughed aloud. "You're right. You have no bargaining power whatsoever. You belong to me. If I want to let you have a fantasy, I will. If I don't - then I won't."

Claire did not reply, but her glare would have shriveled most people into a cinder.

"Now then, you just make yourself comfortable and watch your husband fuck me.

With that issue resolved, Zoe turned her attention back to Donald. "Donald, you are ready to obey me, aren't you?"

"Yes," he muttered.

"I am going to count from one to three. At the count of three your eyes will open and you will go three times deeper into hypnosis. Three times deeper under my control. One, two, three." Donald's eyelids opened and he stared straight ahead. "Look over here, see me on the bed, waiting for you." Donald's head turned slowly, his eyes coming to rest on Zoe's nude form. "Come to me, Donald. Obey me."

Donald walked to the edge of the bed and clambered up onto it. He knelt beside Zoe, waiting. Zoe lay back, spread her legs, and smiled at him.

"So hard to resist, Donald. It's so hard. Your cock is so hard. It's time to use that hard, hard cock, Donald. Fuck me. Put your hard cock inside me and fuck me. The better you feel, the deeper you go into hypnosis. The deeper you go, the more you want to obey me. You cannot cum, Donald," she warned him as he positioned himself between her legs. "You cannot cum. If you feel like you're going to cum, you will stop and take three deep breaths. As you exhale each time you will say out loud the words, I will cum when Madame Zoe permits me. Then you can resume."

Claire watched as her husband slipped inside Madame Zoe. Then she closed her eyes. Zoe, hips moving, noticed.

"You will watch, Claire. You will follow every movement of his body, and you will listen to him say that I'm the one who allows him to cum."

Reluctantly, but with no choice at all, Claire opened her eyes and watched as Donald's body bucked atop Zoe's. Zoe was giving a stellar performance as well, solely for Claire's benefit. Her body writhed, her head was thrown back, she gasped and moaned continually.

"Oh, God, Claire, this is so good. Don't you wish it was you? Yes, Donald, yes, oh, yes, yes..."

After only two minutes, though, Donald froze. Zoe opened her eyes and glared at him, panting. "Jesus, Claire, he doesn't last long, does he?"

"I will cum when Madame Zoe permits me," Donald intoned. Zoe winked at Claire, whose complexion was shifting between various shades of red.

"I will cum when Madame Zoe permits me," he said again. Zoe reached up and pinched his nipples, hard. Donald shuddered but repeated his oath one more time. His body began moving again, and Zoe laughed aloud, closed her eyes, and bounced her hips for Claire's benefit - it didn't matter to Donald.

It wasn't even a minute before he had to stop again. Zoe's eyes opened wide, and she stared at Claire, astonished. "I almost feel sorry for you. A couple minutes and he's done? Too bad. I bet you wish I'd make him do this for you, huh? Last longer for you? I can do this to him all night. He'd be sore in the morning, and I might not even let him cum. But he'd fuck me all night long. You can't even imagine that, can you, Claire?"

Claire looked away. "I told you to look at me," Zoe snapped. Claire helplessly obeyed, her face a mask of fury.

In the meantime, Donald had spoken his mantra and resumed. For the next half hour, Claire watched, hypnotically paralyzed, as her husband made love to Madame Zoe - a minute or two at a time.

At last, as Donald paused for about the twentieth time, Zoe sighed. "Wake up, Donald, wide awake, wide awake."

Donald's eyes opened. He blinked a few times, then realized his position - above and inside Madame Zoe.

"Good lord!"

He frantically pulled away from Zoe, almost fell off the bed, and stood beside it, unsteady on his feet, his face crimson, his breathing ragged. "Roberta, what... what is the meaning... what is..."

"Darling?"

Claire's voice cut through his shock and he whirled around. His wife sat motionless in the chair, nude. "Claire? Luv, what..."

Claire shook her head. "It's no use, darling. She's... hypnotized us... into doing things... I can't even move. She made me sit here... and... watch..."

Her voice trailed off. Donald stared at her, amazed. Zoe lay on the bed, enjoying the show. Slowly, Donald turned to face her.

"You... what have you done to my wife? What have you done to us?"

Zoe sat up and stretched in a leisurely manner, then sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread. Donald turned even redder.

"I hypnotized you. And you love it. My voice... does things to you. Doesn't it, Donald? My voice is so... hard.. to resist. Come closer, Donald. Come over here. You know that my voice is too.. hard... to resist."

Donald frowned as his cock reacted to Madame's voice. Then, to his great consternation, he moved toward Zoe, coming to a halt next to the bed, directly in front of her. "Damn you, woman..."

Zoe laughed. "Is that any way to talk to the woman who owns you? Down on your knees, Donald. On your knees, right now. You know very well it's impossible for you to resist me any more. Down on your knees. Let your lovely wife see you on your knees before another woman."

"Damn you," Donald snarled again through gritted teeth. Slowly, with visible resistance, he sank to his knees between Zoe's legs. "Damn you to hell."

"Shame on you, using language like that. I had better give you something more productive to do with that mouth. Lick me, Donald. Lick Madame Zoe's clit. Pleasure me. You cannot resist. Claire, do you think he'll be as good as you?"

Donald's eyes widened as the meaning of those words hit him. Even as his face was drawn magnetically to Zoe's crotch he said, "No... no.. it can't be... no..."

Further conversation was cut short as his tongue brushed against Madame's clit. Zoe smiled, lay back on the bed, and put her fingers in Donald's hair. "Good boy. Good boy, Donald..."

For several minutes, Zoe enjoyed Donald's attention, but she enjoyed the expression on Claire's face even more. The helpless woman's eyes were locked on the back of her husband's head bobbing back and forth between Zoe's legs. The anger was gone now, and in its place was a look of longing. Despite her situation, Claire was aroused.

"Come here, Claire. Stand up and come to me."

The anger flashed over Claire's face again as she involuntarily rose to her feet and walked haltingly toward the bed. Pausing beside her kneeling husband, she looked at Zoe with a mixture of hatred and desire.

Without another word, Zoe reached out and slipped one finger into Claire's pussy, finding it drenched and burning, as Zoe had expected it to be. She stared into the powerless woman's eyes.

"You love this, admit it. You love what's happening, the way I make you do things you never would have done otherwise. You wish it was you down on your knees between my legs. You wish it was you licking my clit. Don't you, Claire? you wish he was kneeling between your legs. Don't you?"

Claire was trembling violently, unable to tear her eyes away from Zoe's. "Yes," she whispered after a long pause. As soon as she said it she shuddered, and the look of hatred flashed again. "Damn you, Roberta. Damn you. I trusted you."

"That was your first mistake," Zoe said with a wink. "But you made that one mistake, and now you're naked, with my finger in your pussy, watching your husband lick me, and totally unable to resist me. You can't resist me any more than your husband can, Claire. You can't resist me. Can you."

Another long pause as Claire tried to look away from the magnetic, hypnotic orbs that were Madame Zoe's dark eyes. There was no escape, however. Claire trembled as Zoe's finger moved, ever so slightly, within her. The wave of pleasure interrupted Claire's thoughts, and Zoe's voice prevented any new ones.

"You cannot resist. Tell me, Claire. Tell me you cannot resist me." Zoe's finger wiggled again, and Claire's conscious mind surrendered to the overpowering effects of voice, eyes, and pleasure.

"I cannot resist," she said, very softly. In a strange, indefinable way, Claire felt good saying that.

"You want to obey me. Say it."

"I want to obey you."

"You will do anything I tell you to."

"I will... do... any...anything... you... tell me.. to."

"On your knees, Claire. Kneel beside your husband and watch him lick my clit." She removed her finger from Claire's pussy and the enthralled woman sank to her knees. Claire's eyes shifted to Donald.

"You can do better, can't you, Claire? You can please me better than Donald, can't you?" "Yes," Claire said clearly.

"And you want to do that, don't you? You want to bury your pretty face between my legs and prove to me that you are better at pleasing me, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Donald, look at me."

He peered up over Zoe's mound, his face dripping wet. His eyes met Zoe's and remained there, instantly captivated.

"You enjoy pleasing me, don't you, Donald?"

Donald's resistance was truly gone. He stared into Zoe's eyes, utterly lost, completely captured by her power. "Yes."

"And you can please me better than Claire, can't you."

"Yes." There was no longer anything else he wanted to do.

"She things she can do better. Do you agree?"

"No," he said after a few seconds.

"Then we need to find out. Donald, Claire, at the count of three you will both go ten times as deep into hypnosis. You will go ten times deeper under my control. You know that you cannot resist me. You know you will obey. At the count of three you will be ten times more firmly under my control. At the count of three you will both please me. You will focus completely on pleasuring me. You will think of nothing else. My pleasure is your reason for being. My pleasure is the only thing in the world that is important to you. More than anything else, you want to prove to me that you can provide me with more pleasure than your spouse. Nothing matters but my pleasure, and providing me more pleasure than your partner does."

They both stared at her, totally enraptured. Totally obedient.

"One. Two. Three. Pleasure me. There is nothing else."

Donald immediately dove between her legs again, and Zoe grinned as his tongue batted over her sex. Claire climbed onto the bed and alternately massaged, sucked, and licked Madame's firm nipples. She also placed one hand between Zoe's legs and her middle finger competed with Donald's tongue for the prime spot against Zoe's clit. Donald slid his tongue over and around the interfering finger, and soon both finger and tongue fell into an unconscious natural synchronization. Zoe grinned with delight, spread her legs wider, and shifted her hips so her toys would have more room.

She did not stop them, she gave them no more commands. Her two entranced playthings eventually explored her entire body, and Zoe thrilled at the sensation of lips, tongues, fingers, even nipples roaming at random over her lush, sweating body. She came, then came again, then the pleasure was so constant and intense that it seemed to be one never-ending climax that ebbed and flowed like a dreamlike wave.

Donald and Claire were totally immersed in their task. Zoe's pleasure was indeed the only thing that mattered to them, and each wanted to please Zoe more. They were unable to comprehend that it was something of a competition. They only knew that they had to give Zoe as much pleasure as they possibly could.

Zoe moaned as her toes disappeared into Claire's mouth. She shuddered as Donald squeezed and kneaded her breasts. She cried out as Claire's tongue traced up the back of her calf.

There was no stopping them, and no stopping Zoe's insatiable need. It went on, and on, and on, until the bed was a tangled mass of crumpled sheets and sweating shuddering bodies.

It was Claire who pushed Zoe beyond rationality. Taking the dark-haired temptress's clit between her lips, she sucked gently, teasing the exposed portion with her tongue. Already at the edge, Zoe screamed, her body thrashing wildly. With great determination, Claire remained locked onto her Mistress's magic button.

At last Zoe collapsed, twitching and gasping, limp on the bed. Donald and Claire went right on, unaware that their Mistress was, finally, satisfied.

"Stop," Zoe managed to stammer. "Stop, both of you."

They did, instantly. All three were motionless, the sweat dripping onto the already soaked sheets, their breathing slowly returning to normal. It took Zoe a few minutes to compose herself enough to speak again.

"At the count of three you will go deeper, deeper than you have ever been before. You will go so deep now that the sensations you have experienced will remain imprinted deep in your mind. The desire, the need to please me, the incredible pleasure of pleasing me. You will remember it, you will feel it always. You will feel the need, and the pleasure, of pleasing me, forever."

She looked at them, sprawled on the bed, bodies limp and exhausted. They were hers. They would, she knew, do anything for her. Anything to please her.

"One. Your desire to please me increases every time you think of me."

"Two. Your need to please me increases every time you become aroused."

"Three. So deep, so totally willing to obey me, so totally willing to please me in any way I say."

They did not respond, so deep in trance were they. But their minds absorbed Zoe's words and believed them. Pleasing Zoe would forever be one of the most important things in their life.

Half an hour later, Zoe entered her own room and closed the door behind her. She had found another hundred pounds in Donald's billfold, which was now tucked safely in her purse. She showered, a long, hot, luxurious shower, imagining what was taking place in their room at the moment. Then she dried herself, climbed into bed, and quickly fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. She was smiling as she drifted off.

Donald found himself standing next to the bed, nude, covered with dried sweat and sex. Claire found herself on the almost-destroyed bed, nude, legs spread invitingly. Their eyes met after a moment.

Claire's hand darted between her legs. Donald's hand closed around his suddenly-swelling cock.

Staring into each other's eyes, they masturbated. As they did so, they listened to each other repeat, over and over, "I obey Madame Zoe."

After a while, though, they both noticed something. Their actions, while bringing them pleasure, didn't seem to be enough to bring them release. They continued, their voice becoming hoarse, his member becoming raw, her clit aching. The pleasure remained just as strong, but release would not come. They could not cum.

They stopped at the same instant, although neither knew why. They continued to look at each other, realizing, sort of, what had happened, and realizing clearly the implication of it. Panting, aching, sweating again, they both understood the power Madame Zoe held over them.

"Darling?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I brought her into our life."

Donald shook his head. "You had no idea. There's no use blaming yourself."

But Claire had to explain. "She said she was a hypnotist, and it sounded to fascinating, so different... All I wanted was a way to enjoy a vacation any time I wanted. A way to be somewhere else for a few moments."

Donald actually chuckled. "We were just now, would you say? Somewhere else?"

Claire giggled, then turned serious again. "I had no idea she would... she could... how... strong... she was. The first time I let her... hypnotize me... it was so good. But later I had no idea what we had done while I was... while she... controlled me. I wanted to experience hypnosis, and it felt so good that I guess I.. let my guard down. She told me to,,, do things... and I did..."

He nodded. "No blame there either. She's a witch, or would have been. It wasn't ten minutes before I was in her clutches. She's just too powerful to resist. Yes, she would have been a witch," he added thoughtfully.

"Donald?" Her voice was hesitant.

"Yes, dear?"

"Do you... does it... excite you?"

He did not reply, but his face flared crimson. That was answer enough to her. She nodded.

"Me too. Is that wrong? It seems it should be, but..."

"There's nothing we can do about it," he said after a moment. "We have no choice but to obey the woman. We might as well... enjoy it."

Donald opened the door with a vague sense of foreboding. Sure enough, Roberta Zimmerman stood there.

"Oh...Madame... I mean... that is..."

Madame Zoe smiled. "Good boy," she said, amusement in her voice, and Donald's face flared.

Claire's voice came from within the room. "Darling? Is it... is she..."

She appeared behind Donald. Zoe saw her, grinned broadly, and said, "Fuck you." Before Claire drew another breath she was deep in trance, firmly under Madame Zoe's spell.

Donald watched as his wife's eyelids closed and her shoulders drooped. After a long moment he looked back at Zoe. "What is it you want?" As soon as he said it, he wished he hadn't.

Zoe's eye lit up." Only what's mine, of course. And since that includes you, I suggest you step aside."

For a second Donald imagined slamming the door on her, but one ill- timed glance into her eyes eliminated that idea, as well as many others. He silently moved away from the door, allowing Zoe to enter. He closed the door without realizing it, trapped by Zoe's eyes and rapidly falling into them.

She turned to face him. "Yes, Donald. Yes. It is hard already, isn't it?" His face flushed, and without looking she knew his shorts were bulging. "So hard. So easy to be so hard. So easy to fall deep into my eyes, deep into my control, while your cock gets so hard. My voice makes your cock hard, and your hard cock makes you listen to my voice. Listen to me, Donald. Listen to me. Obey me. Obey me. Obey me."

Donald was already gone. His cock throbbing, his mind a blank, he sank down into trance and awaited his Mistress's voice.

Moments later, of course, he and Zoe were nude. Claire remained standing, entranced and, for the moment, forgotten.

From a small bag she'd brought, Zoe removed something she had been saving for her final encounter - at least physical encounter - with Donald. After years of practice, the harness and strap-on were firmly in place in a matter of moments. She stood before Donald, her plastic member reaching for him, and spoke.

"You obey me, Donald. You want more than anything to pleasure me. You will do anything that brings me pleasure. You will do anything at all that brings me pleasure. You cannot resist. Obeying me, pleasuring me, is the most important thing in the world to you."

The lube came next. She placed the bottle in Donald's unresisting hand and commanded him to open it. Seconds later his palm was full of the slippery substance, and seconds after that, he was unthinkingly applying it to Zoe's artificial shaft.

Zoe's plastic protrusion glistened as she took his cock in her hand and gave it a mighty squeeze. Donald gasped. "Deeper, Donald. Unable to resist. Wanting, needing, begging to obey. Begging to please me. You will do anything to please me. Turn around." Zoe's eyes were bright, her breathing rapid and shallow, her nipples taut. Donald slowly turned away.

"Get down on your hands and knees." He obeyed, having no inkling of what was about to happen.

"Spread your legs." Donald's knees parted. Zoe knelt directly behind him, her slippery shaft inches from his ass.

"Relax, Donald. Relax your body. Relax your buttocks." She waited a few seconds and saw Donald's muscles visibly loosening. Creeping closer, she positioned herself for her next move.

"You obey me, Donald. You obey me. Say it."

"I obey Madame Zoe."

She pressed the dildo against his ass. He shuddered. "Say it again."

"I obey Madame Zoe." She worked it against him, back and forth, ever so slightly.

"Say it again."

"I obey Madame Zoe."

Another slight move and the shaft penetrated his ass, just a bit. He gasped and shuddered again. "Say it."

"I... obey Madame... Zoe..."

An inch. An inch inside him. He groaned from deep within his trance.

"Say it, Donald."

"...I... obey... Madame... Zoe..."

Another inch. He groaned again, louder. "Say it, Donald!"

His voice was several octaves higher now. "I obey Madame Zoe."

She drove it all the way home. Donald made a sound that was quite familiar to Zoe, and it thrilled her to her very soul. "Say it again," she commanded, her voice shaking.

He did. She began thrusting her hips, fucking him, not fast, not hard, but fucking him nonetheless.

"Keep saying it," she demanded, eyes closed, lost in the moment of taking him utterly.

His voice floated through the room, proclaiming his obedience to Madame Zoe, as she continued fucking him Then it was faster, and harder, and Donald's voice grew more unsteady. In less than two minutes his words became a series of grunts and groans, and his body shook. Zoe grinned wickedly and dug her nails into his buttocks, in a few places hard enough to leave deep gouges.

Donald cried out as he came. Zoe didn't stop. Donald cried out again and again as Zoe laughed aloud, giddy with power and lust. At last, as Donald's body began to sag before her, she pulled out of him and ripped the harness off. With wild eyes she looked at Claire. "Come here, Claire."

Claire walked slowly toward the sound of Zoe's voice, bumping into her and coming to a stop. "Down on your hands and knees, Claire. On your hands and knees. Find my pussy. Lick my clit."

Claire knelt, her nostrils twitching. She followed the strong, unmistakable scent of sex to Zoe's crotch, and seconds later was licking away with total, unthinking abandon. Zoe lay on the floor beside Donald and allowed Claire to please her. Again, no commands were given. Zoe wasn't interested in tightening her control this time. She was interested in ecstasy. With Donald beside her, a puddle of cum beneath him, and Claire between her legs, Zoe let herself go. The incomparable rush of power and pleasure was overwhelming, and Zoe herself lost all track of time. Claire brought her to a string of intense climaxes, until at last Zoe's body was spastic, twitching, writhing, squirming, sweating. And Claire followed every movement.

Slowly Zoe came to her senses. Claire was still in position, her tongue still working feverishly. Zoe grinned and shuddered before commanding her to stop. A moment later Donald and Claire stood beside each other, naked, still deep in trance, facing their Mistress.

Zoe spoke for quite a while. At last, satisfied with her commands, she dressed, helped herself to some more cash from Claire's purse, and left. She would not see them again.

Again, they awakened at the same moment. They looked at each other, at the stain on the carpet. Donald felt strange sensations in unusual places and realized what had been done to him. To his surprise and chagrin, his cock began to expand.

Claire watched as his cock went from flaccid to rigid. She did not know exactly what happened, and had no idea what Zoe had done to Donald. But her husband was next to her, nude and hard. What she did next surprised her.

"Down on your knees," she snapped. Donald stared at her, astonished. "On your knees!" Claire said again.

Without knowing why, and yet incredibly aroused, Donald sank to his knees at his wife's feet.

But the voice he had heard was not Claire's. It was Zoe's.

"Lick me." Again Zoe's voice came from Claire's lips. Stunned, Donald could do nothing but obey.

Claire twisted her fingers in Donald's hair and shuddered with pleasure.

From that day forward, around the first of every month, Zoe received airmail. It always contained a money order, payable to her, a snapshot or two of Donald in various subservient positions, and a note. Always the same note.

"Having a wonderful vacation. Wish you were here. Claire."

Claire would have been surprised to see those notes. She had no conscious awareness she was sending them.