Weiss’s fingertips ran along the leather collar around her neck.

It was still sometimes strange for her to think of it as her collar. She was used to giving other people collars. Patricia. Valerie. Yun-hee. She’d given them all their ceremonies, relished the click as the collar locked in place. The looks of adoration and devotion on their faces, as they fully became hers.

She wondered if she looked the same way when Master collared her.

She giggled softly and bounced on her heels. Master. Master! Every time she thought about him, she felt giddy. Had it really only been a few months since they first met? It seemed so much longer, and yet so much quicker, too.

She remembered it so clearly. Valerie had started working at his restaurant, Honkers – a name she initially thought was juvenile, but which she now found charming – and Weiss found out her boss had hypnotized her. Weiss was… mad? No, that’s not right. Curious. She wanted to learn more.

She came to see him at his office, and he offered to hypnotize her as well. And of course she agreed. She had to learn, right? So he brought her under. It had been ages since she’d been hypnotized; she’d forgotten how wonderful it was. And he was so good at it, too.

Better than her, even.

But soon it was over. She was awake again.

And she wanted more.

Master had warned her. He said that, if he continued to hypnotize her, she would have to agree to be his slave. To obey him. To submit to him completely.

To become his property.

Weiss chuckled softly to herself. It was amusing to think about how long she believed such obvious bullshit.

When Master collared her, he let her finally remember the real version of how they met. How she was pissed that someone else was hypnotizing Valerie. How they went in as Blanc and Noir, ready to flash his brain into oblivion and change his ways.

How she hadn’t accounted for Valerie working against her.

How she deeply underestimated how good of a hypnotist Mas–

Weiss shook her head. Terry. His name is Terry.

But she had, indeed, underestimated Terry. He brought her down quickly, launching a rapid induction while Weiss struggled in Valerie’s grip.

When she came to, she was hypnotically bound to a chair. Terry was sitting across from her, with Valerie – her girl, her slave – kneeling blissed out next to him.

He told her he was just going to confiscate her device and send her on her way. But then he said something that, looking back, was probably the turning point that sealed her fate.

He said she looked cute when she was hypnotized.

And somehow, despite thinking she was a lesbian since as long as she even considered her sexuality…

Weiss liked hearing that.

Somehow, some part of her, a part so buried she hadn’t considered it could possibly exist, was turned on by this. Being complimented, even conquered, by a man. And he wouldn’t let her deny that – literally, since he had hypnotized her to tell him the truth.

And then, as he raised her own red crystal to her face and whispered in her ear, he hypnotized her again.

And again.

And again.

Over and over, going all night, shaping her into his newest lovestruck girlfriend. He wrote her fake recollection of that night and continued to condition and brainwash her for months.

And then, when she was finally collared, Terry took that all away. He lifted all his suggestions, restored all her memories. Not to gloat, and not to make her squirm.

He did it because he did, genuinely, love her. And, if she was going to submit to him, he wanted it to be of her own free will, unburdened by anything he had done.

Weiss should have been disgusted. Horrified. Furious.

She should’ve knocked his lights out. Maybe stabbed or hit him with something.

But instead, she looked inward and asked herself what she truly wanted.

And then she looked up at him, smiled, and called him Master.

She heard a knock at the door and jolted back to reality. “Y-Yes?” she stammered.

“Weiss!” Jess replied, muffled by the door. “There you are! What’re you doing in Master’s room?”

“U-Um, just… tidying the bed!” Weiss lied. She hastily unbuckled the collar and shoved it back on the shelf. Master had everyone’s collars on display, complete with little name plates under each one. She had been craving the feeling of that tight leather around her neck ever since she moved in here.

“C’mon, girl!” Jess insisted. “We’re all waiting on you!”

“Coming!” Weiss hurried towards the door, but stopped to take another look in the mirror. She felt a little self-conscious putting on the black silk nightie. It wasn’t the sort of thing she’d have worn, normally. She usually opted for a basic t-shirt and sweatpants, or maybe underwear. It was also shorter than she expected, leaving a bit of her ass exposed even when standing straight up.

But seeing herself now, she grinned. She looked hot.

Only… she was missing something.

She looked over at the nightstand and picked up her red crystal. Master had given her a necklace chain to hang it on. He expected her to wear it whenever she didn’t have the collar on, as a way to show her obedience to him. Turning a symbol of her dominance into one of submission was surprisingly hot; every time she put it on, she had to clench her thighs together and stifle a moan.

She shook her head. Focus. They’re waiting for you. Can’t get distracted.

Weiss skipped over to the door and flung it open. “Ready–”

She did a double-take. “Um… Jessica?”

“It’s Jess, Weiss,” Jess scoffed. “C’mon, be a little less formal.”

“I think you’ve forgotten something.”

Jess looked down at her bare chest. “No, I didn’t forget. I like having my girls out when I’m relaxing.” She smirked. “Besides, I know you don’t actually mind seeing them.”

“Well… no,” Weiss chuckled. “They’re lovely.”

“Damn right! Now come on!” Jess grabbed Weiss’s hand and ran off. “The other girls are so excited to see you!”

She led Weiss down the stairs and into the living room. Terry’s home – estate might have been a better word for it – was truly impressive, with enough space to house over a dozen girls, a small gym, and even a library.

The living room was no less lavish. Plush leather couches, a large fireplace, and a truly massive television. Mounted above the fireplace, to Weiss’s chagrin. I suppose even someone as perfect as Master must have some flaw, she thought.

And waiting on those couches were a handful of Terry’s other favorite girls. Weiss had met all of them briefly, though she hadn’t exchanged more than a few words. Even though they did all make out with me when I arrived here, Weiss mused, idly touching her lips as she remembered. It was hot, but… kinda weird.

One of them was more familiar than the others; practically anyone in Sleepy Valley would recognize Lotta. Even if they didn’t watch her evening TV news reports, anyone with her massive stature and even larger hairdo would stand out.

Another one, Francesca, stood out to Weiss for her accent. She hadn’t expected to find another British ex-pat in Sleepy Valley, certainly not in Terry’s harem. She was the first to notice Weiss entering the room, and gave her an enthusiastic wave. “Hey, new girl! Looking good, darling!”

Kyra was the next to perk her head up. “Oh, hey,” the redhead smirked. “Finally done bleaching your roots?” She snorted and wiped off a Cheeto-stained hand on her t-shirt.

“Hey, let’s be nice!” Triss interjected. “She’s new here. Don’t you want to make a good impression?” She pouted and crossed her arms, a move that only served to further emphasize her breasts, already straining against her sweater.

“Oh! Yes, of course!” Lotta stood up and opened her arms. “Welcome, Weiss! We’re so glad to see you!”

“H-Hello,” Weiss mumbled, giving a shy wave. She looked over at Lotta and froze. “Um… your robe…”

“Huh?” Lotta looked down and gasped. Her robe had opened, revealing her lace panties. “Ah! Crap, sorry!” She hastily turned around and retied it.

Jess chuckled. “Aw, don’t worry about it, Lotta. Everyone here is kinda undressed.”

“Some of us more than others,” Kyra sneered. “What, did you run out of shirts or something?”

“I’ll have you know that my toplessness is entirely on purpose,” Jess huffed. “My tits are beautiful and I shan’t hear otherwise.”

Weiss chuckled. “I’m not complaining.”

Jess cracked a wry grin and plopped down on the couch. She patted the seat next to her.

Weiss obliged her, sitting down gracefully. She was now acutely aware of how… not quite overdressed she was. She wasn’t exactly leaving much to the imagination. But everyone else was much more casual. They looked like they were actually getting ready for bed; Weiss looked like she was getting ready to get laid. And Terry’s not even here… he’s out of town visiting his wife. Who I guess is cool with him owning a whole harem of brainwashed women?

“So!” Jess clapped her hands together. “I thought we should all introduce ourselves–”

“Uggggggh,” Kyra groaned. “Please tell me we’re not doing that ‘three truths and a lie’ bullshit. I’m not in the mood.”

Jess scoffed. “I-I wasn’t gonna say that,” she replied unconvincingly. “Maybe we can just, like, give a basic intro. Who we are, how we met Terry… y’know. Anyone want to go first?”

No one replied.

“…Alright,” Jess sighed. “Well, I’m Jess. I’ve known Terry for a few years now. Started out by working at Honkers, like most of y’all. Um, let’s see…”

“You’re his favorite,” Francesca interjected.

“I am not!” Jess laughed. “And it’s not a competition, anyway! I’m sure he loves all of us equally.”

“No, darling,” Francesca insisted, “you’re definitely his favorite.”

“Whatever.” Jess rolled her eyes and giggled. “You wanna go next?”

“Sure!” Francesca turned to Weiss and straightened her glasses. “Well, I’m from England, as you can of course tell. Moved to Sleepy Valley when I was in high school. I first met Terry when I was fixing up his car.” She chuckled. “He pretty obviously had a crush on me from the first time he saw me. He offered me a free meal at Honkers, and I took him up on it. We hit it off, and when the rent on my garage got jacked, he offered me a second job as a waitress.”

“That’s awfully nice of him,” Weiss said.

“Well, he gets some benefits out of it,” Francesca smiled. “If we had the same shift, you’d know that my arse looks fan-tastic in that little skirt.”

“Dude, did you just say ‘arse’ unironically?” Kyra laughed. “What, you gonna get some tea and biscuits? Watch some Coronation Street?”

Jess whacked Kyra with a pillow. “Knock it off!”

“Oh, it’s alright,” Francesca giggled. “I suppose making fun of the British is a key part of your culture. Though, I’m curious, Weiss, when did you move over to the states?”

“God, must’ve been when I was, like… nine?” Weiss shrugged. “Honestly, I can barely remember living over there.”

“Weirdly, I feel the same way sometimes,” Triss interjected, “even though I only moved over here a few years ago.”

“I was wondering about that,” Weiss said. “Couldn’t quite place the accent.”

“Spanish,” Triss nodded. “As in from Spain, not… the other thing.” She smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I still have moments when my English isn’t perfect.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jess said supportively, ruffling her hair.

Triss mewled and curled her toes. “Th-Thank you, Jess.”

Weiss smiled. “Jess, I’m getting the feeling that every girl here is crushing on you.”

“Huh? Really?” Jess asked innocently. “You think so?”

“Definitely,” Weiss replied.

Jess paused, then smirked. “Including you?”

“Maybe,” Weiss said teasingly.

“God, get a room,” Kyra sighed.

“Hey,” Jess said sternly. “You still gotta do your spiel.”

“I don’t wanna,” Kyra pouted.

“Let me try something,” Weiss interjected. She leaned forward, propping her elbow up on her knee and holding her chin in her hand. “Hm… model?”

“Actress,” Kyra corrected. “Well, trying to be, anyway. Like the rest of you, I work at Honkers right now. Met Terry at my old job, the comic shop on Main Street.”

“And what do you like about him?”

“Terry?” Kyra blushed and scratched her chin. “I dunno… he’s just my type of man, I guess.”

“Has he hypnotized you too?” Weiss asked.

Kyra snorted. “What?”

“Well, he’s done it to me.” Weiss smiled. “Actually, I’m a hypnotist too.”

“Really?” Lotta asked, intrigued. “I didn’t know he was into that.”

“Yeah, in the bedroom,” Jess giggled. “It’s just a kink for him. I mean, it’s not like it actually works, right?”

“Oh, it most certainly does,” Weiss replied. “I have a few partners outside of Terry, and I hypnotize them all the time.”

“Oh, come on!” Triss laughed. “You’re making this up! Hypnosis is obviously nonsense!”

“No, it’s real,” Lotta sighed. “Your humble reporter has been on the receiving end of it quite a few times – not always willingly, mind.”

“Yeah, well,” Kyra scoffed, “even if it is real, I’m totally immune to it. You probably have to have a really weak mind to actually get hypnotized. Er, no offense, Lotta.”

“Offense very much taken!” Lotta grumbled.

“That was a little rude, Kyra,” Francesca said. “But I don’t think I can be hypnotized either. Terry has actually tried a few times, but it’s never worked.”

“Somehow, I doubt that,” Weiss muttered.

“Well, maybe you can try it on one of us,” Jess said. “I mean, not me, though. I always just start giggling whenever Terry tries it with me.”

“Not me either,” Kyra interjected.

“Or me,” Triss sighed. “Sorry, but I kinda think, if it did work on me… well, it’d be kinda creepy, right? I mean, you could make me think all sorts of crazy things.”

“Count me out too,” Francesca added. “I don’t think it would even work on me, anyway.”

Weiss turned to Lotta and shrugged. “Well?”

“God, why is it always me?” Lotta grumbled, then sighed. “Alright, sure. Shoot your shot.”

“Alright,” Weiss replied. She scooched closer to Lotta and adjusted to face her. “You feeling comfortable?”

“Mhm,” Lotta nodded.

“Okay, good. Now, all I’m going to do is a basic induction, bringing you into a trance and do what’s called a balloon test. Are you familiar with it?”

Lotta tapped her chin. “Um… it doesn’t involve blowing stuff, does it? Because one time, when I was investigating that nightclub…” She trailed off and blushed furiously. “N-Never mind.”

“Um…” Weiss blinked. “No. Basically, it’s a suggestion for you to imagine your wrist is tied to a balloon. It’s to demonstrate that you’re in a suggestible state and open to… well, suggestions.”

“Ohhhh…” Lotta giggled. “That makes a lot more sense!”

“Yeah,” Weiss smiled. “And, by the way, girls, if you could try not to be disruptive during this, I’d really appreciate it.”

The rest of the group nodded in agreement.

“Okay then.” Weiss let out a breath and shook some nervous energy out of her hands. I don’t think I’ve actually hypnotized someone new in… god, maybe years? Is that why I’m so nervous? Or am I just trying to not look like an idiot in front of Master’s harem?

She shook her head. No, focus. You’re good at this. Great at it, even. And Lotta’s had her brain deep-fried already by Master and god knows who else. This’ll be a piece of cake. Weiss smiled warmly at Lotta. “Are you ready to begin?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Lotta sighed.

“Good. Now, I want you to start by taking a nice, deep breath. In…” Weiss inhaled slowly. “And out…”

Lotta followed Weiss’s example, letting out a deep exhale.

“Very good,” Weiss continued, “just like that.” She repeated the action a few times until she and Lotta were in sync. Lotta blinked a few times as her breathing slowed. Mmm, she’s already getting relaxed. This really will be easy.

“That’s right, Lotta,” Weiss said softly. “Everything is calm and peaceful right now. You’re nice and comfortable on this couch, surrounded by your friends.” Her lips curled into a smile. “And, as you keep taking those slow, deep, relaxing breaths… you find your gaze starts to focus in on my eyes.”

“Oh…” Lotta murmured. Her cheeks began to flush slightly as her eyes locked with Weiss’s.

“Now, normally, when I’m with my partners,” Weiss continued, “I like to use a certain crystal as a point for them to focus on.” She motioned towards her necklace. “This one, to be precise.”

“But I’ve also found that my eyes work quite well too,” she continued. “There’s nothing particularly special about mine. But, being this close to someone, looking them in the eye…” She purred and let out a seductive giggle. “Well, it can be quite intimate, yes?”

“Y-Yes,” Lotta gasped. Her lips were parted slightly, and she subconsciously leaned forward, as if pulled in by Weiss’s dark brown irises.

“That’s right,” Weiss grinned, “very, very good. And as you stare into my eyes, you find yourself focusing more and more on my words. You’re listening so very intently now, aren’t you?”

“Yes…”

“And as you listen, as you follow along, you find that the words I’m saying are coming true. I tell you that you’re focusing on my eyes, and you start focusing. I tell you that you’re listening closely, and you start listening. Isn’t that right, Lotta?”

Lotta whimpered. “Y-Yuh… Yes…”

“Mmm,” Weiss purred. “Good, good. You’re doing so well. And now, when I tell you that your eyes are starting to get heavy, that it’s so hard to keep them open… what happens then?”

“M-My… eyelids get… heavy…” Lotta slurred, blinking slowly.

“That’s right!” Weiss smiled. “So attentive! And as your eyelids get heavier and heavier, as you struggle more and more to keep them open, you find your entire body starts to feel heavy too. You feel so tired, Lotta. Like you just want to let everything go and take a nice, relaxing nap. That’s true, isn’t it?”

“Yeeesss…” Lotta sighed. Her head began to droop as her eyelids started fluttering. Her pupils rolled upwards, straining to keep locked on to Weiss’s eyes.

“You want to sleep,” Weiss said. “You want to drop all the way down for me, down into a deep, peaceful trance. Don’t you, Lotta?”

Lotta murmured and limply nodded.

Weiss grinned wolfishly. God, I missed this. “So when I snap my fingers, and tell you to sleep… what will you do?”

“Suh… S-Sleep…” Lotta whined.

“Atta girl,” Weiss cooed. She held up her hand and snapped her fingers. “Sleep.”

Lotta’s eyes snapped shut as she let out a quiet sigh. She sagged into Weiss’s arms like a ragdoll.

“Good girl, good girl,” Weiss whispered, “deeper and deeper now, sinking so peacefully, so effortlessly. Jessica, dear, you don’t mind if our dear Lotta rests her head on your thighs?”

“Huh?” Jess blinked, jolting her body as if she’d just been woken up from a nap. “O-Oh, uh, sure. Yeah.”

Weiss gently laid the hypnotized woman down. “There we go. Nice and peaceful. So very relaxed, not a trace of tension or resistance.” She held Lotta’s wrist, held it up a few inches above her body, then let it go. As expected, Lotta’s hand landed softly on her stomach.

“Now, you remember what we talked about,” Weiss said. “How you’d imagine a balloon tied to your wrist?”

Lotta murmured quietly.

“That’s okay,” Weiss cooed, “you don’t have to speak. I know you’re listening closely, following along with my words. You don’t have to say a word. You just need to obey.”

“Hha…” Lotta whimpered.

“I want you to picture that balloon now, Lotta,” Weiss continued. “A bright red balloon, full of helium, with a thin string tied to the bottom. Feel that string wrapped around your left wrist.”

She gently held Lotta’s hand and rubbed the woman’s wrist with her thumb. “And as the balloon rises, it tugs on that string, pulling your wrist up, and up…”

As Weiss spoke, Lotta slowly began to raise her arm. Her hand hung limply, but her wrist was pointed upwards, as if being pulled by something.

“That’s right,” Weiss whispered, captivated by the blank, empty expression on Lotta’s face. The reporter’s eyes were shut, her lips parted, a tiny trickle of drool poking out of the corner of her lip. Did I look this hot when Master claimed me? Did I look this obedient, this mindless, this… this gone?

Soon, Lotta’s arm was pointed straight up towards the ceiling. Weiss blinked, snapping out of her reverie. “L-Lotta,” she said, clearing her throat. “Listen carefully. When I say the word ‘pop,’ that balloon that’s pulling on your wrist will pop. Your arm will fall back down to Earth.”

Lotta nodded slightly.

Weiss licked her lips. “Pop.”

Lotta’s arm flopped down, landing limply on her stomach.

“Good…” Weiss let out a caged breath. “That’s good. Very good.” She squeezed her thighs together, realizing now how hot her cheeks felt. Fuck, am I really getting this turned on by such a vanilla scene? Am I just pent up? Did Master condition me to react this way? She whimpered and clamped a hand over her mouth. God, that’s even hotter! I’m completely bloody cooked, aren’t I? I need to end this now before I totally lose it…

“Okay, Lotta,” Weiss said. “I’m going to bring you out of this trance in a moment. I’ll count up from one to five. When I reach five, you’ll awaken, remembering everything that happened and feeling alert and aware.”

She took a deep breath. “One. Two, starting to become aware of the world around you. Three, feeling more and more awake. Four, almost there, and… five.” Weiss snapped her fingers a couple times. “Up, up, dear.”

Lotta slowly opened her eyes and stretched a little. “Um… wow.”

Weiss chortled. “You liked it, huh?”

“Yeah…” Lotta smiled and blinked a few more times. “Oh, that was good.”

“I’ll say,” a male voice interjected.

Weiss’s head shot up immediately. She’d have recognized that voice anywhere. Strong, firm, commanding. It could only belong to… “Master!”

The rest of the girls jolted upright and snapped their heads towards the sound of the voice. Sure enough, there was Terry, clad in his trademark khakis and polo shirt. He smiled and clapped his hands together. “Surprise! Fawn and I wrapped things up a little early, so I came back as soon as I could. Did you all miss me, girls?”

“God, yes!” Weiss cried, practically leaping off the couch and skidding across the carpet to kneel at his feet. She nuzzled his leg happily, giggling like a lovestruck schoolgirl. “Do you think I look nice, Master?”

“You look wonderful, Weiss,” Terry chuckled. “I forgot how clingy my pets can be in the early stages. It’s cute, though.”

Weiss beamed. He thinks I’m cute!

Francesca tittered. “Oh, I remember when I was like that. I think I called you ‘darling’ so many times that the word lost all meaning.”

“I think it’s kinda a rite of passage,” Jess grinned. “Everyone goes through that honeymoon phase.”

“Speak for yourself,” Kyra scoffed. “I was totally normal about it.”

“I literally caught you digging through the laundry and huffing Terry’s boxers to get a whiff of his musk while he was away,” Jess retorted.

“That’s a normal reaction,” Kyra insisted.

Lotta sighed and sat up. “Gosh, lot of noise all of a sudden… bear with me, folks, brain’s still rebooting…”

“Oh! Right, of course.” Terry stepped over and sat down next to Lotta, running a hand through her hair. “How do you feel, dear? Do you need any aftercare?”

“M-Master…” Lotta whimpered, closing her eyes and leaning in to his touch. “Um… I-I think I’m ok. Just gotta… focus.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Terry said. “That’s exactly right. You just need to focus on me.” He gently scratched her scalp, brushing some hair out of her face with his thumb. “Focus on my touch. On my voice. It’s very familiar to you by now, yes? Comforting. Like a warm blanket.”

“Mm, yeah…” Lotta smiled dreamily.

Terry turned to Kyra. “And did you enjoy the demonstration, dear?”

“Uh… y-yeah,” Kyra muttered, blinking a few times.

“Yeah?” He held out his hand and beckoned her. “You liked seeing Lotta be hypnotized?”

“Yeah…” Kyra reflexively rested her cheek in his hand and let him pull her closer.

“You kinda wish you were in her spot,” Terry grinned. “Don’t you, doll?”

“Uhh…”

“Say ‘yeah.’”

Kyra sighed happily. “Yeahhhh.”

Weiss’s eyes widened. Oh, damn. He’s just going for it. He’s probably gonna drop every one of us.

She turned to Jess, who was already focusing on Terry and looked to be halfway to trance. Figures… But, what about…?

Francesca noticed Weiss looking at her and blinked. “Hm?”

“Did you enjoy the performance?” Weiss asked, smiling confidently. This is my chance. She must be a difficult subject if she thinks she can’t be hypnotized. Master will be so impressed if I can bring her down!

“Oh, um, y-yes,” Francesca replied, cheeks flushing red.

“You really liked it,” Weiss said, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around Francesca’s shoulders. “Didn’t you?”

“I-It was…” Francesca swallowed. “Nice.”

“Yeah? What did you like most about it?”

“Oh, gosh, uh…” Francesca nervously twirled her hair. “I think the first part, the, um… invection?”

“Induction,” Weiss corrected. “That’s often my favorite part too.”

“Really?”

Weiss nodded. “I think it’s a lot of fun to watch someone slip into a state of trance. You get used to a the common tells and learn how to use them to your advantage.”

“That makes… sense…” Francesca looked over at Terry and gasped. “Oh, he’s really good at this, isn’t he?”

Weiss turned and saw Kyra and Lotta, both utterly zonked on the sofa, with Jess focusing intently on Terry’s index finger as it slowly moved closer to her forehead. Dammit, I’m falling behind… Need to speed this up… “When did you first notice Lotta falling into trance for me?” she asked as she casually unclasped her necklace.

“Hm? Oh, yes…” Francesca thought for a moment. “There was a bit where she sort of… leaned in.”

“When she was looking into my eyes.”

“Right!” Francesca smiled. “She um, it looked like you were… like… pulling her? That’s probably not right–”

“No, that’s exactly right,” Weiss interjected. “She was focusing on my eyes and letting herself fall into them.” She paused, lips curling into a wicked grin. “Just like you’re about to do with this pretty red crystal.”

“H-Huh?” Francesca blushed. “What’re you–

“Shhhhh,” Weiss shushed, holding the crystal up. “It’s alright. You don’t have to worry about it. Terry’s here, isn’t he? He keeps us all safe. You feel safe around him.”

“Yes…” Francesca blinked. “Terry is… our protector…” Weiss recognized the wording from her own conditioning; a mantra that rattled in her head, a red-and-black spiral she’d lost hours in… one she could almost see, now that she was thinking about it…

Weiss shut her eyes and shook her head. No, focus. You’re in charge here. “So you don’t have a problem with keeping your eyes open, and…”

“And watching the pretty red crystal,” Terry added, his voice tickling Weiss’s ear.

“Eh?!” Weiss’s eyes shot open. Terry held her from behind, holding her hand and gently swaying it back and forth.

As her hand swayed, the crystal followed. “Just watch it with your eyes,” Terry cooed, “back and forth, back and forth. You’ve seen this sort of thing before a million times, haven’t you? All sorts of movies, and videos, and stories. People being hypnotized by a pretty swinging pendant.”

“Master,” Weiss grunted. “Let me–”

“You watch too, Weiss,” Terry purred. “You know you want to. Don’t you, doll?”

Weiss whined. “N-No…”

“No?” Terry asked. “Are you sure? You really don’t want to watch my pretty pendant and sink deep into trance for me?”

“Y-Your…?” Weiss whimpered.

“Yes. Mine.” Terry placed a hand on Weiss’s chin, holding it still. “Every part of you belongs to me. You’re my property, after all. And didn’t you already resign your pendant to me? You let me turn it into a sign of submission.”

“Yes…” Weiss sighed.

“So?” Terry ginned. “Whose crystal is this?”

“Y-Yours…”

“And what are you?”

“Yours!”

“Then drop,” Terry said forcefully, pulling her face down at the same time.

Weiss’s mind went blank.

Images and impressions floated through Weiss’s head like clouds. Peeking out from behind fluttering eyelids and seeing her arms outstretched. Hearing her own voice murmur familiar mantras of obedience. The soft carpet under her feet as she sleepwalks up the stairs, to Master’s bedroom.

She felt herself kneeling on his bed, slowly slipping her nightie off. Master smiled. She smiled too.

He cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead. “Up for me, slave,” he whispered.

Weiss blinked and shuddered. She looked into his eyes and pouted. “I was… enjoying that,” she muttered.

“I know,” Master chuckled. “Just wanted you to be aware for this…”

She opened her mouth to ask what he was talking about, but she quickly had her question answered. She heard Lotta purr behind her and felt the hypnotized reporter’s breasts press into her back.

Jess’s hand touched Weiss’s chin and turned her head to the side. Jess smiled, eyes dilated and deliciously empty, and kissed her.

And as she looked down, Weiss felt Master’s cock slide into her slick cunt. She whimpered and bit her lip, still somewhat amazed at how much she enjoyed it. Even as she recognized that her sexuality was not as strictly women-focused as she previously thought, she always forgot how much she loved having a cock inside her until it happened.

“I can tell you’re enjoying this,” Master said, his voice going low. “And I know Jess and Lotta are enjoying it too, aren’t you, slaves?”

“Yes, Master,” the other girls moaned in unison. Weiss moaned too, the sound of her fellow slaves like music in her ears.

“And, before you ask,” Master continued, “Francesca and Kyra are enjoying themselves too. Right, girls?”

“Yes, Master,” Kyra and Francesca replied. Weiss turned her head to the side and saw them out of the corner of her eyes, fucking each other in the corner of the room.

“You’ll forgive me for not including them on the bed,” Master said, casually thrusting into Weiss. “Not quite enough room, I’m afraid.”

“I-It’s alright,” Weiss grunted.

Master’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t mind saying ‘thank you, Master.’”

“It’s my pleasure,” Weiss sighed, the words flowing freely as the trigger slammed into her. “Thank you, Master.”

“And you don’t mind saying, ‘your brainwashed slave loves to please you,’” Master continued, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“It’s my pleasure. Your brainwashed slave loves to please you.” Weiss moaned and closed her eyes, whimpering as her cheeks flushed. It was almost embarrassing how horny that trigger made her. She always thought call-and-response commands were hot when she did them with her own slaves, but Master using one against her got her going like nothing else.

“And, of course,” Master said, clearly noticing and relishing how squirmy she was getting, “you don’t mind sinking deep for me, down into trance again, mindless and willing like a good slave should.”

“It’s my… pleasuuuure…” Weiss murmured and sank back into that loving trance once again.

“Goooooooood girl,” Master purred. “Kiss me.”

“Yes, Master.” Weiss leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

Master smiled. “You don’t mind fucking your Master and making him cum.”

Weiss smiled back. “It’s my pleasure.”