I discreetly glanced down at my phone to see a photo of a pale young woman with dark hair, standing naked before her bathroom mirror. She'd captioned it, "My body belongs to you, Mistress," just as I'd commanded. Apparently her name was Catherine or something like that. It was getting hard to keep track of all the members of my little collection.
I typed back a quick response. "Good girl. I want you waiting for me at this address in 3 hours. Wear some fancy lingerie for me. I like my presents nicely wrapped."
"Mistress, I don't own any lingerie." The reply came quickly.
"Then go buy some, dummy," I shot back.
"Yes, Mistress."
Honestly, people could be so dense once you brainwashed them. I shouldn't have to explain things like that. We' would have to work on that for future versions of Hypnex.
"Miss, your table is ready." Claire, my usual waitress, led me back to their private dining room. She wore her hair in a short braid down her back, falling over a flower tattoo on her neck.
I imagined what she must look like naked as I walked behind her, hips swinging lightly from side to side. Maybe I could get her on Hypnex and see the real thing one day, but not today. Prya had called me here to discuss something important.
Oh Prya, my favorite toy. I still got a thrill thinking about that blank look on her face. She'd been such hot shit in college. Always at the top of the class and popular with the guys too. Not that I really cared about the guys. I just cared that she never looked at me. Oh well, she'd found her proper place now, which was, of course, kneeling between my legs.
Claire pulled open the heavy, wooden door of the private dining room, revealing Prya, sitting at a table by herself. My toy looked immaculate, long black hair, parted in the center, and light tan skin. Her face looked calm and focused. She smiled as I entered. "Rebecca, it's wonderful to see you again."
"You too, my dear," I answered.
Claire left us, sliding the door closed. As she did, I could see a man come up and start talking to her. Typical man. Probably hitting on her. They can't keep it in their pants for two seconds.
"Well Prya, what was so urgent we had to meet in person? And why did you book a private dining room for just the two of us?" I asked impatiently.
"Mistress, I needed to update you on my efforts. And..." She gestured around to the room. "Only the finest for you Mistress. I also had them bring one of their most expensive bottles of wine." She poured a glass and handed it to me.
"Well, your enthusiasm is a bit misplaced, but still appreciated. I won't turn down a nice cab." Prya raised her glass in a cheers and then took a long, deep sip. I followed suit. "Well we certainly don't need a private dining room for just the two of us, though I do enjoy the privacy." I smiled slyly. "Flash your chest for me, slave."
Prya seemed surprised for a moment. "I... Yes, Mistress." Then she pulled up her blouse and flashed her supple breasts, as ordered.
I could have sworn she hesitated for a second. I must have been imagining things. She wasn't capable of hesitating anymore, my little toy. It was probably just the wine getting to me, strong stuff. I already felt buzzed and a little dizzy, almost groggy. Well not like it mattered if Prya saw me drunk. What was she gonna do? I took another sip.
Prya bowed her head before speaking again. "Mistress, I hope you're pleased with my recent acquisitions."
"Yes, you've been doing quite well, my pet. The higher ups are very pleased with my rate of expansion."
"Do you send them to the higher ups or do they serve you, Mistress?" My slave asked.
"They serve me but for the company. Look, I'm not supposed to talk about that. You don't worry your pretty little head about what I do with them. You just focus on getting them for me," I answered with a dismissive wave.
"Of course, Mistress. I will only focus on serving you and obeying you. More wine, Mistress?" She started refilling my glass before I responded.
"My, aren't we eager to please this evening. Maybe I'll send you under the table later for a little dessert. I'll have a little more wine, not too much. It's strong."
She smiled for a moment, before growing more serious. "Of course, Mistress. But I have to tell you of a complication. One of my patients may be suspicious of our plans."
I nearly sprayed my wine across the table. "What did you say? Who? How? What do they know?" I asked frantically.
"Mistress, his name is Greg Morris. He came in a few days ago for allergies. I tried to interest him in Hypnex as you ordered, but he grew suspicious. He said it reminded him of hypnosis and asked questions that betrayed an understanding of the drug's real purpose."
"God dammit, Prya. And you just let him walk out of there?" I snapped.
"I had no commands to try and stop him. I only do as I'm told, Mistress."
"Useless. You're all useless." I hissed in frustration. "The whole 'stage hypnotist' thing is obviously a cover. He's probably a spy from the FBI or the CIA or who knows who! Whoever he is, he has to go," I fumed.
"Has to go, Mistress?"
"Yes you simpleton. I'll take care of it. Just send me his name and address. The company has people to tie up loose ends." I finished my wine and poured myself another. I needed it now. My fingers shook on the glass.
"Mistress, I have his name but no address, since he's a traveling performer," Prya offered meekly.
