Madame Zoe made her last-minute preparations. After all, it wasn't every day she was called upon by a sexy female cop. She checked herself over in the mirror one last time. Thick dark hair, deep dark eyes, long white gown with a plunging neckline guaranteed to make her visitor look twice. A small pendant nestled between her breasts, clearly visible.

She lit the candles and dimmed the lights. Then Madame Zoe sat down at the small, round table and quickly entered a deep trance. Why waste time time, she thought happily. Within seconds, she was re-enacting one of her many encounters with her hapless victims. Madame Zoe sat in the darkness feeling the warmth building within her.

The bell rang. Instantly, Madame Zoe awakened. She stood and went to the door and opened it.

Cindy stood there nervously, wondering why her sergeant had asked her to practice her undercover observation techniques here. Mystics and psychics were all a bunch of nonsense. Deep down, she thought that this woman, too, was most likely just another charlatan, out to fleece the gullible population. But her sergeant had told her specifically that there was no suspicion whatsoever of wrongdoing. He just wanted her to practice paying attention, to observe closely. She sighed, and then the door opened.

She was startled at the woman's appearance. She was nothing at all like she had expected. A beautiful white dress, dark hair, very attractive. She felt her face reddening a bit as she found eyes drawn curiously to the pendant nestled between the woman's breasts. The woman's almost-exposed breasts, she realized, even more nervously.

Madame Zoe saw the young woman's face flaring. She smiled. This would be so easy.

"Hello, young lady. Please come in. Sit down, make yourself comfortable." The young officer walked slowly into the room, blinking as her eyes became used to the dim light. Two candles burning. A small round table. Four chairs around it. A small light hanging down over the table, turned off. Pictures on the walls, but in the dimness, she couldn't make out what they were. Thick dark carpeting. A door in the rear of the room. Leading where? As she automatically scanned the room, she failed to notice the Madame quietly locking the door behind her.

"Your name is Cindy, correct?" Startled, Cindy whirled around. Madame Zoe was standing right behind her. She nodded, upset with herself that this woman had snuck up on her. Have to be more careful, she scolded herself. Can't let myself be too focused on any one thing. Have to keep my guard up.

"Um. Yes. Cindy, yes." She paused, wondering what to say now. She really had no interest in the Madame, or any of her tricks. She would allow the Madame, or whatever she called herself, to steer their meeting, and she would just follow along, paying close attention as her sergeant had instructed her.

Little did she know that that was exactly what Madame expected.

Madame Zoe smiled. Cindy's eyes darted around the room, taking in as much as possible. Madame Zoe pulled a chair out and offered it to Cindy, who sat down with an embarrassed "Thank you."

Madame Zoe sat down opposite her. Cindy tried to avoid her piercing gaze, tried to avoid having her eyes drawn back to Madame's cleavage, to the intriguing jewelry snug and warm against Madame's smooth skin. She shook her head in disgust. This is bullshit. Why the hell am I even thinking about her tits? She giggled to herself. Madame recognized that as a defense mechanism. Those would quickly be suppressed, she knew.

Madame Zoe said nothing. Cindy sat there, waiting, becoming more impatient, more nervous. This was nonsense. What the hell was this wacko waiting for? She glanced up to find Madame Zoe staring at her, a faint smile on her face. There was a strange scent in the room, Cindy noticed. Why didn't I pick up on that before? Her nostrils twitched as she tried and failed to categorize that scent. Madame Zoe smiled as she saw Cindy trying to identify the incense she had molded into her own, specially made candles. More than just incense, when inhaled it had a remarkably relaxing effect on the central nervous system. She, too, felt herself becoming calmer. But the effect would be more intense on Cindy when coupled what would soon be happening.

Cindy kept looking around the room, waiting for Madame Zoe to say something, anything. This was stupid. When Madame finally did speak, it was very soft, very quiet. But to Cindy, her nerves on the edge, the sudden voice was quite startling. Her eyes darted to Madame Zoe in surprise.

"My name is Madame Zoe. You may call me Madame." She stared at the young woman, her eyes glinting in the flickering candlelight. Cindy had been trained, and had also been reminded by the sergeant, to pay close attention to vocal inflection, to body language. Cindy noticed movement, and her eyes automatically followed Madame's hand to her throat, where she gently stroked the fine chain on which the pendant hung. Cindy felt her scalp tingle for some reason.

"Please call me Madame", Madame Zoe repeated softly. Cindy stared at Madame's fingers as they slid smoothly up and down the shining gold chain. Her voice was soft, gentle. But there was another tone as well, a tone which said Madame assumed the listener would react as she desired. Cindy blinked, her eyes darting back upwards, and found the Madame still staring at her.

"Um.. Madame. Madame?" Cindy was a bit confused for some reason. Her eyes were drawn back down to watch Madame fingering the chain. Madame's fingers slowly slid down until she was grasping the chain just above the pendant. Cindy watched closely, trying to figure out what that meant. The strange scent seemed to be affecting her in some way as well. She felt her mind clearing, becoming calmer, not distracted by the muted outside sounds. Something strange was happening here...

She blinked, and her body shook violently once. She felt like she just awakened from a strange dream. But as her eyes darted frantically around the room, trying to figure out what had just happened, she once again found herself staring into Madame's deep, dark eyes. Slowly, without her even realizing it, her breathing slowed, her heartbeat returned to normal.

"Yes, Cindy, you may call me Madame. You may answer my questions by saying, yes, Madame. Do you understand?"

Something was very wrong. Cindy stared into those eyes, again feeling that strange tingle. Her peripheral vision allowed her to notice that Madame was still holding the chain, once more running her fingers slowly up and down the shining gold. But Cindy's eyes remained locked on Madame's.

"Do you understand?", Madame repeated in a slightly stronger voice. Cindy noticed the different tone, but failed to understand the implication.

"Yes. Madame. Yes, Madame." What was happening? Her mind tried to alert her to a very unfamiliar situation. Cindy blinked again, her eyes dropping to Madame's necklace, to Madame's fingers slowly moving up and down, up and down, caressing the chain, caressing her skin as well, it seemed. The gold glittered as the candlelight struck it, and Cindy stared at it in wonder. What was there about that necklace?

She noticed, in a detached sort of way, that Madame's other hand was now moving as well. Now both hands were moving in unison, one on each side of the chain, moving up very slowly, then back down, down to the pendant. It seemed very soothing, and yet very erotic. Her face reddening once more, Cindy's eyes followed the movements as she had been trained. Again, something within her warned her to not focus on any particular thing, but that warning was overridden by another voice in her mind reminding her that the sergeant had said there was absolutely nothing to worry about.

The sergeant couldn't be wrong, could he?

The silence stretched on, the only sounds the hissing of the candles, the faint, faraway, unimportant sounds of the outside world. Cindy paid them no attention, her mind calming even more as she breathed in the comforting scent. Her eyes were fixed on Madame's hands as they slowly slid up and down, up and down. This was strange, she thought idly. This is really strange.

Madame's hands slowly moved back up, up, letting go the chain, moving up over her throat, her chin, her face. Cindy's eyes followed. Madame's hands were moving apart, and Cindy tried dimly to decide which hand to follow. As Madame's hands reached her forehead, she moved them slowly to the sides. Cindy could not decide which to follow, so her eyes remained fixed upon the spot where Madame's hands had last been close together.

That spot just happened to be Madame Zoe's eyes.

Cindy felt very strange now. She knew deep down that there was something happening here, but had no idea at all what it may be. Perhaps Madame was preparing herself for a seance or something. Cindy smiled a tiny bit. Madame saw that smile and knew this young officer would soon be begging her for more.

Madame had said nothing since telling Cindy to call her Madame, allowing her motions to capture the young woman's attention. Now that she had Cindy's undivided attention, it was time to proceed.

"Yes, Madame", she whispered softly, so softly Cindy barely heard her. But she did hear.

"Yes, Madame", Cindy repeated in a dull voice. Now, why did I say that, she thought slowly.

"Yes, Madame", Madame Zoe said again.

"Yes, Madame", Cindy replied.

This exchanged repeated itself dozens of times, with Cindy finally ceasing to care why she was saying it. She was saying it, that's all there was to it. She stared unblinking into Madame Zoe's dark eyes.

"Yes, Madame", Cindy repeated for the last time. Madame smiled to herself. What had just occurred was not a hypnotic induction as most people would think of it, but Cindy was now conditioned to answer, Yes Madame. And that conditioning would make so many more things possible.

"Are you comfortable, Cindy?"

"Yes, Madame." Comfortable. So comfortable. This is very strange. Her breathing was now deep, regular, the tranquilizing aroma filling her lungs, slowing her physiology.

"You feel very relaxed right now."

Relaxed? Oh, yes. So relaxed. "Yes, Madame."

"You want to relax even more now."

More? I can relax even more? Oh, how wonderful. "Yes, Madame."

Madame's eyes seemed to be moving somehow. Around and around. It didn't even seem like they were a part of Madame's face any more, there were just the eyes floating in front of her, deep, dark, comforting. She inhaled deeply, the powerful incense sending her even deeper.

"Relax more, Cindy. Relax right now. More and more. Right now."

"Yes, Madame." Cindy thought about relaxing, finding it harder than usual to think at all. Think about relaxing more. I am relaxing more.

Right now.

"Do you want to close your eyes, Cindy?"

Close my eyes? No, want to...want to keep looking at hers. Her eyes are so nice. This is so comfortable. But she wants me to.

As that conversation slowly went on in Cindy's mind, one other thing continued to echo through her mind. The words yes Madame. Cindy knew what she had to say.

"Yes, Madame." Madame wants me to close my eyes.

"Then close them, Cindy. Close them and allow yourself to focus totally upon my voice. Do not concern yourself with any other sounds, any other thoughts. There is only my voice. Is that clear?"

As Cindy's eyes fluttered closed, her last conscious though was a faint feeling of curiosity.

"Yes, Madame", Cindy whispered as her eyes closed for good.

Madame smiled, a smile of triumph. She stood up and, with one motion, her dress had fallen to the floor. She sat back down and pulled her high heeled shoes off. Her panties, already soaked, were next to go.

Cindy sat in the chair, hearing nothing, thinking nothing.

Waiting to hear Madame Zoe's voice.

Madame Zoe stood behind her spellbound victim, her eyes glowing evilly in the candlelight.

Madame Zoe stood behind her entranced victim, her hands trembling slightly as she debated her next actions. The girl had shown resistance, and Madame Zoe knew lots of ways to lower a victim's resistance. But Cindy had gone into trance more quickly than Madame Zoe had expected. Maybe what she should do was awaken her again and play a few more mind games before taking her completely. Madame Zoe grinned delightedly.

She leaned over and whispered softly into Cindy's ear. Cindy had sat there, silent, her mind still, waiting for Madame's voice, and soaked it up eagerly.

"Cindy. You are very relaxed right now."

"Yes, Madame", Cindy muttered.

"You enjoy relaxing very much."

"Yes, Madame."

"You wish to relax even more."

"Yes, Madame."

"You will allow me to relax you at any time, in any situation."

There was a slight pause as Cindy tried to decide the wisdom of that statement. But Madame's conditioning had been very effective. "Yes, Madame."

"Cindy, in a moment your eyes will open and you will find yourself sitting calmly at my table. You will feel a great desire to relax even more. This desire, this need for relaxation, will guide your thoughts, your actions for the remainder of our meeting. Everything you do, everything you think, will be guided by that increasing desire for relaxation."

"Yes, Madame."

"Awaken, Cindy, and allow your conscious mind to be unaware of what has been discussed here." Cindy opened her eyes slowly and blinked, looking dazedly around the room. She discovered Madame standing behind her.

Nude.

That was very strange.

"Cindy, would you like to experience a nice, relaxing massage?"

Cindy looked at her curiously, and Madame could read her expression, her confusion at finding a nude woman beside her, her curiosity about a massage from this nude woman. Cindy's conditioning took over once more.

"Yes, Madame."

"Fine. Follow me, Cindy." As Cindy replied appropriately, Madame Zoe held her hand out to the puzzled young officer. Cindy stared blankly at the hand for a moment before reaching for it, very slowly. When their hands met, Cindy felt as if a slight electric spark had passed between them.

She stared at Madame's nude body as Madame pulled her gently to her feet and led her to the door in the back of the room. Madame opened the door and allowed Cindy to enter first.

Cindy was in a large, dark bedroom. Again, two candles flickered their light upon a large four-poster bed. One wall seemed to be covered with a variety of things hanging on hooks, but Cindy could not make them out.

Madame took a deep breath. These, too, were custom-made candles, their aroma calculated to lower inhibitions, to stimulate desire. She saw Cindy's nostrils twitching again as the young woman looked around, and Madame Zoe smiled again.

Cindy tried to catalog everything, but the dim light, her feeling of heaviness, of lethargy, making it very difficult. The sergeant would not be pleased, and Cindy tried desperately, but futiley, to remember her training. There was another scent here, a stronger scent, it reminded her of...of...Cindy's eyes widened as she wondered why she suddenly felt so damp between her legs. She turned quickly to see if Madame had noticed her reaction.

Madame was still holding her hand. She led the dazed woman to the bed and motioned for her to sit down. Cindy sat, trying to understand what was happening, why she was feeling these feelings. Madame Zoe sat down beside her and spoke quietly.

"Here, in this place, Cindy, you will experience a great many things. You will experience deep relaxation. You will experience great pleasure. You will experience total submission." Cindy looked startled at the last one, and her mouth dropped open slightly. She had no idea what to say, what to do. She stared in growing uncertainty at Madame Zoe as she continued.

"You desire these things. You will accept these things gratefully. You will be respectful to me always. You desire this." She stared into the young woman's terrified eyes, smiling grimly to herself. Ah, the thrill of overcoming resistance.

"You desire the sensations of total relaxation. We will begin now. You will do as I say. Answer me."

Cindy's conditioning screamed at her to reply, yes, Madame, but her growing unease made it so hard. She stared into Madame's dark eyes, looking for a hint of compassion, of understanding that she, Cindy, was not ready to allow herself to submit to someone else. But those eyes held no warmth, no hint of backing down her demands. Staring into those eyes, Cindy's conditioning took over.

"Yes, Madame", Cindy whispered as a tear trickled down her face.

Cindy was wearing jeans and a loose-fitting white top. Madame could barely detect Cindy's bra, but Cindy's nipples were now erect, poking through the white fabric. Cindy was finding it hard to breathe as she stared helplessly into Madame's eyes.

Cindy sensed movement, and became aware that Madame's free hand was moving, the other still grasping her own hand loosely. Madame gently brushed the tears from Cindy's face. Cindy remained motionless, gazing into Madame's bottomless eyes, feeling the warmth of Madame's touch, the wetness of her tears. All she wanted to do was relax, to not have to worry about all this.

Madame's hand moved down, brushing lightly against Cindy's bare arm. Cindy remained transfixed by Madame's eyes as Madame began stroking Cindy's arm softly, rhythmically.

"Relaxation, Cindy. Relaxation is submission. Submitting to desires, to your desire for relaxation, for pleasure. Relaxation and pleasure. You will experience those things in this place, and in order to experience those things you must first experience submission."

Cindy's arm tingled where Madame was caressing it, then gradually became slightly numb as Madame continued regularly stroking, caressing her skin. The numbness then seemed to spread somehow, to radiate from her arm throughout her body. She felt so heavy, so tired, as Madame continued speaking, explaining how she had to let herself go totally in order to experience the wonderful relaxation Madame promised. Let go totally.

"You will submit to me, Cindy. You will submit willingly, your desire for relaxation, for pleasure, is too strong to be denied. Submit to your desires, Cindy. Let yourself go. Let go, Cindy. Let go of everything. Let go of your SELF, allow your very being to become calm, open, receptive to the great pleasure you will soon experience."

Cindy tried to fight it, tried to resist Madame's soothing voice, her wide eyes. But the words, yes, Madame, drifted constantly through her mind, making it so hard to resist. But she wanted to resist, she had to resist. She could not submit. Yes, Madame. I want to relax. I cannot submit. My desire is great, Madame. I cannot submit. Yes, Madame.

Totally confused, Cindy stared helplessly into Madame's eyes as Madame gently pushed the young woman down onto the bed. Madame gazed into her victim's wide eyes and gently squeezed Cindy's shoulders.

Massage. Madame is massaging me. Massages are relaxing. I have to submit in order to relax. But I am relaxing. Have I already submitted?

Madame saw the confusion on Cindy's face, knew she was close to surrendering her will to Madame's power.

"You will submit, Cindy. You wish only to relax. You will submit."

Cindy couldn't take it any more. "Yes, Madammmmme........", she murmured as Madame's expert massage quickly turned Cindy's shoulders into Jell-o. And as Cindy vocally assured Madame of her surrender, Cindy felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her. No longer did she have to be nervous about relaxing, about experiencing pleasure. She had submitted. Everything would be just fine now. She could relax. Totally. Cindy's tension vanished as if from a popped balloon, her mind becoming still, open.

Madame stared into Cindy's sightless eyes as she began expanding the area she massaged, gently stroking Cindy's temples, her forehead, even her ears. Cindy had never felt anything so soothing. She was dimly aware that Madame was still watching her.

"You will close your eyes now."

With a tremendous sigh of happiness, Cindy's eyes closed. Instantly, Madame undid the buttons on Cindy's top, and pulled it roughly off of the spellbound woman. Cindy's body flopped limply back to the bed. Madame reached down and grabbed Cindy's breasts, squeezing firmly. Cindy groaned softly.

Madame pulled Cindy's bra up, leaving it draped across Cindy's neck. She bent down and took Cindy's left nipple in her mouth, her tongue darting lightly, teasingly back and forth before she moved closer and her teeth nipped hard at the firm dark flesh. Cindy groaned again, her head rolling back and forth as she tried to understand what was happening to her. She was so relaxed, and now she felt...she felt....what was she feeling? Someone was touching her breasts, and that felt good, but it seemed to hurt sometimes and Cindy didn't understand that.

In a matter of moments, Cindy's breasts were covered with Madame's saliva, and a number of red marks indicated where Madame's teeth had pinched Cindy's soft skin. Cindy was groaning constantly now, her head moving side to side with every breath she took. She didn't have any idea what was going on, how, or even if, she should respond. It felt so good, but it hurt too.

Madame's eyes were blazing. Her victim was now squirming beneath her. Madame stood up and watched Cindy's body writhing on the bed, still trying to come to terms with the sensations she had experienced.

"Remove your pants, Cindy." It was not a request. Cindy's confused mind heard that voice, knew that tone for what it was, and Madame's thorough conditioning did the rest.

"Yes, Madame", Cindy panted, and her fingers clumsily fumbled at the button of her jeans. Madame watched in amusement, one hand resting comfortably between her own legs, as Cindy tried to take her jeans off while lying down. It took quite a while, and quite a bit of effort from Cindy's semi-responsive muscles, and Madame was just reaching climax when Cindy's jeans were being pushed downwards, prevented from going further by her sneakers. Laughing, Madame pulled Cindy's sneakers and athletic socks off, and the dazed girl resumed the task she had been given.

Cindy's jeans lay on the bed at her feet. Cindy lay there, eyes closed, breathing heavily from her exertions. Madame studied with interest the dark stain on Cindy's panties. Closer and closer she moved, studying the wet fabric very closely indeed. Cindy lay helpless, waiting.

"Get rid of your bra, Cindy."

"Yes....Madame...." Cindy gulped as she struggled to sit up, to reach around behind herself, to unfasten her bra. Madame watched as Cindy dropped her bra onto the bed beside her.

"Panties, Cindy. Take them off."

"Yes, Madame." There was no hesitation, and moments later, Cindy's panties had joined her jeans at her feet. Madame's eyes roamed over her nude victim, watching her breasts rise and fall with each gasping breath, watching her pouting pussy lips, noticing the moisture there. Madame grabbed the dazed girl and rolled her over. Cindy did not react.

"You are relaxed", Madame stated.

"Yes, Madame", Cindy mumbled.

"You are enjoying yourself." A slight pause.

"Yes, Madame."

"You have willingly submitted to me." Another, longer pause.

"Yes....Madame."

"You accept your submission to me completely."

"Madame...Madame.....Yes.....Madame......." Cindy's voice broke.

"You will sleep now." An even longer pause.

"Yes........ma....madam.....yes.........." Cindy's body went limp.

Madame Zoe grinned as she reached between the sleeping girl's legs and spread them wide apart, gazing happily at Cindy's wet pussy, at her puckered anus.

Madame Zoe left Cindy there, lying on her stomach, her legs spread wide. Madame went over to where her toys hung from the wall and selected several of them. Grinning, she went back to where Cindy lay sprawled on the bed, deep in a hypnotically-induced sleep.

Still grinning, Madame Zoe squirted a bit of lubricant onto the first toy. She then pressed it lightly against Cindy's exposed anus. There was no reaction from the unconscious woman.

A bit more pressure, a bit more. More. Slowly, the thick vibrator slid into Cindy's unresisting anus. Fully five inches later, Madame Zoe paused, gazing happily at the exposed inch the vibrator.

Whistling a lively tune, Madame Zoe collected a few more items, and moments later, Cindy's arms and ankles were bound firmly to the bedposts. Madame tugged at the bonds, satisfying herself at their tightness.

Next came the hood. Madame pulled Cindy's limp head up and placed the hood over it. The elastic at the bottom assured a snug, but not life- threatening fit. When Cindy awoke, she would find herself sightless.

Madame settled herself next to Cindy on the bed, smiling. Placing her hand in position, she spoke.

"Cindy. Cindy. Wake up, Cindy. Wake up. Cindy, wake up."

That voice cut through the fog that filled Cindy's mind. Slowly, she struggled from the depths of sleep. Opening her eyes, she blinked. That was strange. She couldn't see. Madame's voice was telling her to wake up, and as she puzzled why she couldn't see, why something felt very strange, she dutifully answered, "Yes, Madame."

Madame Zoe turned on the vibrator.

Cindy's body jerked as if she had been hit by lightning. A low moan quickly turned to a scream of shock, pain, and an unbelievable sensation of searing pleasure.

Madame laughed happily as she held the vibrator in place. Cindy struggled wildly, finally realizing she was bound to the bed, her struggles growing more violent as her screams increased in volume. Cindy's hands closed and opened rapidly, trying to grasp anything within reach, as if she could pull herself out of whatever monstrous grip was holding her.

Madame fingered her own clit as she listened to Cindy's screams, her face glowing, her eyes burning with a wild fire.

For fully fifteen minutes, Madame held the buzzing vibrator firmly, deeply, in Cindy's ass as the woman bucked, thrashed, struggled to escape, her screams finally dying down to soft whimpers, sobbing, moaning. At last, with the vibrator still throbbing, Cindy lay still, exhausted, her mind unable to deal with things any more. The vibrator remained in place, Madame watching Cindy's body twitching and jerking spastically, irregularly.

Then, with a sigh, Madame quickly pulled the vibrator from Cindy's aching ass. Cindy screamed again, then fell back limp to the bed, sobbing, trembling.

Without a word, Madame turned off the vibrator and dropped it to the floor. She twisted around and began massaging Cindy's shoulders, neck, and back. Cindy lay there, stunned at this sudden change.

This was so relaxing. Maybe I just had a bad dream. This is so relaxing. I have to submit to relax. I must have submitted. I can relax. For ten minutes, Cindy lay there as Madame massaged her, whispering softly. Then...

"Sleep now, Cindy."

"Yes, Madame." Cindy's body went limp.

Madame stood up and stretched. Hmm. What now. Hmmmm... Ah, yes.

Selecting a few more items from her collection, she arranged them on the bed beside the sleeping woman.

Cindy awoke, again hearing Madame's soft voice telling her to awaken. With a now-automatic, "Yes, Madame", Cindy tried to sit up, wondering why she couldn't see anything.

Madame grinned and ran the large feather lightly over the sole of Cindy's left foot. Cindy started laughing, her body shaking as she tried to avoid Madame's torment. One foot, then the other, then the back of Cindy's knees, the back of her thighs, her sides, all over Cindy's body the feather roamed, and Cindy was soon laughing hysterically, begging Madame to stop, the tears falling unheeded beneath the hood Cindy wore.

Madame didn't stop. With one hand, she carefully put a bit of lubricant on another, slightly smaller vibrator. Then, when Cindy's gasping breath sounded truly labored, when her cries and screams were truly out of control, Madame Zoe forced the vibrator as far into Cindy's ass as it would go, turning it on and beginning to thrust it in and out.

Cindy's body went taut, her back arching, and after an instant of stunned silence, Cindy screamed.

Her body fell limp to the bed, her scream cut off in mid-breath.

Sadly, Madame removed the vibrator from the unconscious woman's ass. Cindy had passed out.

Cindy slowly, groggily, opened her eyes. She looked up at a ceiling. Where was she? She stirred, feeling her arm brush against something soft and warm. She turned to see what it was.

Madame lay in bed beside her, nude, her voluptuous body exposed. Cindy opened her mouth, but as her wide eyes met Madame's, she forgot what she was going to say.

Madame stared at her victim silently, allowing Cindy's mind to do all the real work. Cindy stared back, feeling the same strange sensations she had first felt upon looking into this woman's eyes. Her mouth still open, she slipped into trance, totally mesmerized by Madame's compelling gaze.

"You have submitted your mind to me, Cindy."

"Yes, Madame."

"You have submitted your body to me, Cindy."

"Oh....madame................oh.......yes.....Madame."

"You have submitted yourself totally and completely to me, Cindy."

"Yes, Madame." Cindy was still staring, spellbound, into Madame's unblinking eyes.

"You are totally subservient to me, Cindy."

For an instant, Cindy thought that one over. "Yes, Madame."

"I will allow you to experience great pleasure, deep relaxation."

"Yes, Madame."

"You will allow yourself to serve me always, in all ways."

Another brief moment of hesitation. "Yes, Madame."

"Our meetings are private, never to be revealed, never to be discussed with any other person."

"Yes, Madame."

"You will allow yourself to serve me always, in all ways."

"Yes, Madame."

"Close your eyes, Cindy."

"...yes......madammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm................"

With a last, lingering image of Madame's eyes, Cindy's closed.

She felt something moving. Something was touching her. There was something...something between her legs. That was strange.

Madame slid her finger into Cindy's soaking cunt, feeling her hard clit throbbing. As she watched her entranced victim's face, Madame Zoe brought Cindy to a shattering climax. Cindy's lips parted, a low, urgent moan escaping, as her body shook violently. I am experiencing deep relaxation. I am experiencing great pleasure.

I have, therefore, submitted.

Cindy's mouth opened wide and her body arched once again as she came.

Cindy sat in her car, still a bit puzzled. She waved goodbye to Madame Zoe, who stood in the doorway, watching with a faint smile. Madame waved back, then disappeared, the door closing behind her.

Cindy looked at her watch, and was stunned to see how much time had passed since she had arrived for her appointment. What had they been doing that whole time? But her curiosity somehow quieted itself, and by the time she got to work that night, her report to the sergeant seemed to somehow have written itself in her mind.

In her office, Madame Zoe smiled as she imagined the reaction of Cindy's sergeant to Cindy's upcoming sexual advances. And, for some reason, they would both feel it would be a very good idea to discuss those feelings with her, Madame Zoe.