This story continues the events of "Side Effects Include Obedience". Feel free to enjoy this as a standalone, but if you want Prya's full story, you may want to start there.
"This is your Mistress." I held up my phone for Catherine, displaying a picture of Mistress Rebecca. "You live to serve your mistress and obey her every command," I said firmly.
Catherine was a young woman with pale skin and dark hair, recently out of college. She'd been taking Hypnex for about two weeks now. As a result, she was putty in my hands, completely helpless.
I took her phone and put in Mistress's number. "I've added her number to your phone. When you leave the office, you'll call her and tell her that you're her slave. Then you'll wait for commands. Is that clear?" I said.
"Yes..." She sounded dazed.
"Excellent. Well I believe that's everything for today. Checkout is just around the corner. Let us know if you need anything else."
Catherine slowly rose from the exam table and wandered towards checkout, like a sleepwalker.
Another slave for mistress. I breathed a sigh of relief. I had obeyed and enslaved another of my patients. Obeying gave me a moment of clarity when the drumbeat of Mistress's orders was the quietest. A couple of months had passed since I started taking Hypnex and had become Mistress's slave. I still hadn't found a chance to try and go to the police. I could only talk about Hypnex as a sleeping pill so it made ratting her out challenging to say the least.
I sighed and moved to the next exam room. My assistant, Paige, handed me his papers. Paige had brown hair with blonde highlights that fell to her chin. She wore light blue scrubs.
The new patient, Greg Simmons, was some sort of traveling performer. He had come in for allergies, but of course I'd do my best to prescribe him Hypnex and enslave him just like I'd done to Catherine. Must make new slaves for mistress. The familiar drumbeat of commands already started up in my head again. Making it hard to think. Must obey Mistress.
I knocked on the exam room door and then entered. "So Greg, what brings you in today?" I said casually.
He smiled. He had a square jaw with a neatly trimmed beard. "Just some allergies. I just got into to town yesterday and I guess I'm not used to the pollen here. I can't be sniffling for my show tonight," he said in a calm baritone.
"What kind of show is that?" I said trying to sound interested.
"I'm a stage hypnotist. I normally operate out of Vegas, so not as much pollen. But the show's been doing pretty well there and my agent suggested I go on tour."
Must make more slaves for mistress. "Well we can certainly give you something for that. But is there anything else I can help you with? How's your sleep?"
"I sleep fine. I'm something of a master of relaxation." He smiled like that was supposed to be a joke.
Of course I couldn't take no for an answer. "Are you sure? Staying up late for shows must throw off your sleep schedule. We've got a great new sleeping pill called Hypnex that I could give you."
"Hypnex? That's an unusual name. Did you make that up for me since I'm a hypnotist?" He asked chuckling.
"No I'm not that creative. I think they just call it that because it puts you to sleep. It's very effective. I use it myself," I answered.
He looked pensive. "It's just that hypnosis doesn't actually put you to sleep. It puts you into a deep trance where you're open to suggestions. Does this put you to sleep or into a trance?"
Wait did he understand what the pills did? Even if he just suspected something maybe I could use him to get a message out. I must enslave him for mistress. No! I began pushing back against the commands. It felt like holding my breath. "It puts me to sleep." I said putting special emphasis on the word "sleep."
He paused as if considering what I said. "Does it put you to sleep? Or put you to sleeeep?" He asked stretching out and emphasizing the word.
"It puts me to sleeeep." I responded hoping he understood. I didn't know how much longer I could hold my breath. My throat already felt tight.
"So you're in a deep trance right now?Deeply asleep."
"Deeply asleep." I answered nodding.
"Deeply asleeeep?" He stretched out the word asleep even more. Why did he keep saying that? It was getting stuck in my head. All I could think about was sleep.
"Yes. Deeply asleee..."
