“Have fun at work today, Chlo!” Beca said, an almost-sickeningly sweet smile on her face.

 

“See you tonight,” Chloe replied, giving Beca a quick kiss.

 

The love-stricken brunette closed the door and leaned her back against it as she let out a long sigh.

 

 

Beca slowly walked toward the bedroom, passing Chloe’s bookshelf on the way. She gave a soft smile as she ran her hand over Chloe’s treasured collection - especially her  books on hypnokink.

 

Picking one at random, she pulled it off the shelf and opened it to the table of contents. She ran her hand slowly down the page as she scanned the chapter headings.

 

She softly mumbled aloud some of the headings as she perused the book.

 

”What is hypnokink… Consent… modalities…”

 

One particular chapter, however, caught her eye.

 

”Conditioning?” She asked herself aloud, intrigued.

 

Beca curled her legs up beside her as she sat down on the couch, cup of tea in hand, and began to read. It was nothing she didn’t already know (or been subjected to) already, of course, but was still a fun read.

 

As Beca continued to read, the subtle shifts of the morning sun began to shine blinding facets of light in her direction. Beca looked up to see what was happening, and there it was on the kitchen table: Chloe’s crystal pendant.

 

Beca raised a single eyebrow at the idea.

 

”Oh, fuck it,” she said to herself as she stood up to collect it.

 

Dumping the remaining tea, now lukewarm, into the sink, she left the mug on the counter and quickly walked over to retrieve Chloe’s pendant.

 

Sitting back down on the couch, Beca coiled up the bulk of the pendant’s chain around her fingers and held it aloft, keeping it above her eye-level, just as Chloe would. She began to swing it slowly from side to side, allowing her eyes to follow it.

 

Beca immediately felt her muscles beginning to relax as she swung Chloe’s pendant before her own eyes; however, after keeping it up for a few minutes, she felt her arm getting tired, and shortly after, dropped it forcibly onto her lap.

 

After letting out a frustrating sigh, Beca grabbed her laptop and opened a muted video of a swinging pocket watch. The watch was a beautiful, polished gold, with intricate designs carved into its cover. Behind the watch was an overlapping swirl of different greys.

 

Beca felt her heart rate speed up a little as the video buffered. She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and said to herself, “I am giving myself permission to be hypnotized. Once I’m under hypnosis, my subconscious will make changes that allow me to be more responsive to Chloe’s hypnotic power. I will be more easily hypnotized by Chloe and will obey her commands more easily than before. I will then wake up…” Beca glanced at the clock beside her. The clock said it was 10:23 AM. “… 37 minutes from now.”

 

Beca pressed the play button and settled into her seat as the pocket watch began to swing back and forth on her screen. Her eyes followed it swing back… and forth… back… and forth… 

 

It wasn’t long before Beca felt the unmistakable signs of trance washing over her, just as Chloe had given her dozens, if not hundreds of times before. As her eyelids grew heavy and her breathing became shallow, she allowed her eyes to close…

 

 

 

In what felt like an instant, Beca opened her eyes. Reaching her arms up as far as they could go, she arched her back and glanced at the clock. 11:00 AM!

 

”Holy shit, really? That worked??” She said to herself in awe. “Huh… I guess it’s true what they say: all hypnosis really is self-hypnosis…”

 

Taking a deep breath, Beca closed her eyes and said aloud, “I am giving myself permission to be hypnotized. Once I’m under hypnosis, my subconscious will make changes to help me enter hypnosis more and more easily. Every time I enter hypnosis, I go deeper than I did the time before. I will then wake up…” She glanced at the time again. 11:10AM. “Fifty minutes from now.”

 

This time, though, Beca picked up Chloe’s crystal pendant once again. As she began to swing it, she found her vision immediately lock on to its gentle sway as it rocked back and forth before her already glazing eyes. Quickly, Beca’s eyes began to unfocus as her lips parted slightly and her shoulders slumped. She whispered to herself, “Three… Two… One.”

Her eyelids slammed shut shortly after she reached two.

 

 

 

Beca slowly began to stir as she lifted her head up from her chest. She looked down to see Chloe’s pendant laying next to her limp hand. Life came back to her body more quickly when realized she’d been drooling on her shirt…! Quickly and uncermoniously pulling it up over her head, she threw it into the laundry hamper and replaced it with a threadbare t-shirt she bought at her favourite band’s concert.

 

”Whoa, this is crazy…!” She said aloud, looking at the evidence staring at her from the hamper. “I wonder…” she looked at the clock again. 12:02PM!

 

“This is crazy! Why didn’t I think of this before…?” Beca exclaimed, loving how good she felt in that moment.

 

“Ok, let’s try this…”

 

Beca reached for her phone and set it up to record what she said.

 

She shook all over as she tried to cast off the nerves and the butterflies in her stomach as she got ready to turn it on.

 

Pressing the Record button, she brought her phone up close and began to chant, in her best hypnotist voice: “You are easily hypnotized by Chloe. You drop so deeply into trance for Chloe. When Chloe commands, you obey. When Chloe wants to hypnotize you, you will go incredibly deep for her. Chloe is your hypnotic Mistress. When Chloe hypnotizes you, you are helpless to resist.”

Saving the file to her phone, Beca sat down at her desk and set her laptop down on its surface. She aligned her laptop to give her the best, most ergnomic view possible, and settled into her chair.

 

Calling out to her Amazon assist, she said, “Alexa, set a 5 minute timer, then play my recorded file on loop.”

 

 

Beca flashed a massive grin as she cued up her favourite spiral and set it in motion…

 

 

 

Hannah flipped through Tiktok on her phone, slouched against her kitchen wall as video after video of cute cats and people dancing flashed before her eyes.

 

“Ugh I really have to delete this…!” She said, fed up, as she closed the app and moved it off her home page in hopes that seeing it less will make her less likely to watch it again.

 

”Ok, gotta be productive, gotta be productive… Oh! I’ll call Beca and make sure we’re still on for dinner on Saturday.”

 

Hannah navigated to her FaceTime app and called up her girlfriend’s sister.

 

As Hannah’s face disappeared from the screen, Hannah was greeted with video of Beca staring, slack jawed, at something out of frame.

 

 

Beca’s head was drooping down, her eyes completely glazed over, shoulders slumped as she slouched towards… something Hannah couldn’t see.

 

Hannah was about to ask if Beca was ok when she heard something coming through the phone speaker.

 

Without saying anything, Hannah turned up the volume and held her breath as she listened carefully. She could barely make out a voice in the background: “You drop so deeply into trance for Chloe. When Chloe commands, you obey. When Chloe wants to hypnotize you, you will go incredibly deep for her.”

 

Realizing what was happening, Hannah sported the biggest grin she could ever remember.

 

”Beca, can you hear me?”

 

Beca nodded slightly.

 

”Beca, point your phone at what you’re looking at for a moment, then point it back to you.”

 

Hannah watched as Beca’s hand lurched up slowly, moving the phone to point toward the laptop screen. Sure enough, Hannah saw a black and white spiral swirling away before Beca returned the phone to its previous position.

 

”Beca, mute the audio you have playing in the background.”

 

Beca complied.

 

”Beca, how deeply under hypnosis are you right now? On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the deepest.”

 

Beca remained almost entirely still as she mumbled, “ten.”

 

That’s when a fun idea entered Hannah’s mind.

 

”Beca, you trust me completely, don’t you?”

 

Beca nodded slightly.

 

”And since you trust me completely, then you’ll follow my every command, won’t you?”

 

Beca quickly said, “no.”

 

Hannah, dumbfounded, asked, “No? Why not?”

 

In a soft, almost robotic monotone, Beca replied, ”Chloe is my hypnotic Mistress. I drop into trance so easily for Chloe. You are not Chloe.”

 

Hannah, thinking much more than Beca that moment, answered, “You’re right, I am not Chloe. I called to tell you about my new job. I’m a hypnosis inspector, now. My job is to make sure hypnotized people are actually hypnotized and not faking it. Do you understand, Beca?”

 

Beca gave another slight nod, still staring at the spiral on her laptop.

 

“Now, I’m going to count to three and snap my fingers. When I do, you will remain deep in trance, but you will be full of energy, seemingly awake, and completely focused on me. You will want to pass inspection for your Mistress, and will be eager to prove that you, are in fact, deeply hypnotized. You can do that for me, can’t you sweetie?”

 

Another nod.

 

”Okay, then. 1, coming up. 2, feeling good. 3.”

 

 

”Hey Bec!”

 

Beca blinked repeatedly for a moment before glancing at her phone. Realizing she was on a call, she quickly straightened herself up. 

 

“Oh, hi Hannah! What’s this I hear about you being some kind of inspector, now?”

 

”That’s right! I’m the hypnosis inspector, now. You called me because you’re deeply hypnotized and need to pass your inspection. You are hypnotized right now, aren’t you, Beca?”

 

Beca’s eyes went blank as she crooned, “I am easily hypnotized by Chloe. I drop so deeply into trance for Chloe…”

 

”That’s enough, that’s enough,” Hannah said as she waved her hand in front of Beca, bringing Beca back to the moment. “Now, you just need to pass inspection. You’re deeply hypnotized?”

 

”Yep! Sure am!”

 

”Well, if you’re deeply hypnotized, you shouldn’t have any trouble proving it. Right?”

 

”Uh… I guess?”

 

”Remember: I’m the hypnosis inspector, so you must defer to my authority.”

 

”Right, yes, of course. How do I prove that I’m deeply hypnotized? I haven’t really done this before…”

 

”You can start by passing this simple test. Hold your arms out in front of you, Bec.”

 

Beca did as she was asked.

 

”Now, imagine giant magnets attached to each wrist, being pulled toward magnets on the ceiling, and as you do… wow…!”

 

Hannah stopped mid-sentence, astonished, to find Beca’s arms rising straight up within seconds, pointing right up in the air and exposing a little of Beca’s midriff in the process.

 

Stammering to stay in character, she collected herself and said, “Um, very good. So far, so good. Now, the polarity has changed on the magnets - instead of just being pulled to the ceiling they’re also pulling your arms together.”

 

Hannah watched in awe as Beca’s wrists suddenly crossed, arms still pointing up in the air.

 

“And the longer your wrists are held there, the stronger the magnets get - so strong, in fact, that the harder you try to pry them apart, the stronger the magnets’ pull.”

 

Right on cue, Beca visibly tried to pull her arms down, but they just wouldn’t budge - the suggested magnets were keeping them tightly in place. She tried hooking an elbow on the chair, tried brute force, even tried asking the magnets nicely to come apart, but nothing worked.

 

”Okay, okay, very good,” Hannah said, pretending to write something down on her clipboard.

 

”Um… is there much more to this inspection?” Beca asked. “Don’t get me wrong - I want to comply. I’m just curious.”

 

”Oh, don’t worry about that,” Hannah said, a knowing smile on her face.

 

”Beca, feel my fingers tickling you in all your most ticklish places, your arms keeping you from falling over.”

 

Instantly, a cacophanous roar of laughter erupted from Beca’s mouth as her body lashed about in a vain attempt to escape from the fingers grazing over every ticklish spot she had - and a few she didn’t know she had. Beca didn’t even realize that as she was thrashing about, she was heaving her chest into the camera lens…

 

”Very good, Beca. The fingers have gone away and the magnets have been removed, now.”

 

Beca’s body immediately slumped down into her chair as she panted, trying to catch her breath. Her face flushed from the laughing fit, she sported a massive smile on her face as her head hung back a little.

 

“Since you’re being inspected, Beca, you know that means you must tell me the truth, right?”

 

”Makes sense,” Beca replied.

 

”Tell me, does Chloe ever make you flash your tits at her?”

 

”… Sometimes,” Beca answered, blushing a little deeper now from the slight embarrassment as well as recovery from the tickling.

 

”Then you can be hypnotized to flash people,” Hannah said, more of a statement than a question.

 

”Yes.”

 

”Beca, flash your tits for me.”

 

Beca grabbed her shirt with both hands for a moment, and in a quick motion, she pulled her shirt up and then immediately down again.

 

Hannah saw a fleeting glimpse of Beca’s alabaster flesh and her forest green bra.

 

”Okay, you passed there, too. You’re doing great, Beca.”

 

”Great! I really want to pass for Chloe.”

 

Hannah was genuinely touched, hearing that from her spontaneous hypno-buddy.

 

It gave her an idea…

 

 

 

Chloe walked in the front door after a long day. Kicking her shoes off, she called out, “Bec! I’m home! What are you cooking? That smells so good…!”

 

Chloe walked into the kitchen and stopped in place, shocked to find the table set for two, complete with a brand new burgundy tablecloth and a brushed gold centrepiece. She glanced over to find Beca wearing only an apron and oven mitts, bending over to pull dinner out of the oven.

 

Beca placed dinner on the stovetop before turning around to see Chloe behind her. “You’re home!” She cried, rushing to embrace her Mistress.

 

Beca threw herself into Chloe’s arms to welcome her hypnotist home. “What’s all this?!” Chloe exclaimed, not knowing where to start.

 

Without answering, Beca simply gave Chloe another kiss before putting the finishing touches on dinner. As if on cue, Chloe’s phone vibrated. Curious, Chloe unlocked her phone to find a message waiting for her.

 

”Surprise! Call me tomorrow and I’ll give you the details. Short version, I wanted to give you two a nice evening. ~Hannah”

 

Chloe smiled warmly before turning her phone off so she wouldn’t be interrupted over dinner.

 

Beca saw that Chloe was about to sit down at the table, and ran over to pull Chloe’s chair out for her.

 

”So, how was your day?” Chloe asked.

 

”Well…”