For Grace Valley, life in Hollywood was a dream come true. It was a sentiment dozens of models, actresses, and musicians would have agreed with wholeheartedly - but for them, the dream in question probably meant something different.
For Grace, the dream was all about hypnotizing famous women and bending them to her will.
She wasn't exactly sure when or why it had become such an obsession. Maybe all the old, pulpy, Hollywood movies she'd watched as a kid, many of them featuring classic Hollywood starlets falling prey to hypnotists, had something to do with it. But whatever the origin story of her fetish, as she'd grown up, transitioned, and learned that hypnosis was more than just a media trope, she'd ended up devoting her life to the pursuit of it.
And it had gone better than her wildest fantasies.
Now, Grace was sitting in the house of one of Hollywood's hottest celebs - thanks largely to her own influence - and she could sit back and enjoy the sight of her latest creation: Dani Cartwright.
All trace of the anxious, conventional, adamantly heterosexual woman Grace had met months before was gone. Dani had become a true lesbian icon, dominant, confident, and taking the world by storm. She was now exactly what millions of people pictured when they thought of the word 'dyke'. Her transformation had been breathtaking; like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. It was the first time Grace had tried to turn a woman into a dominant lesbian instead of a submissive one - making her subject so strong and assertive had always seemed like a potential risk - but it had gone better than she could have hoped.
At this point, Dani's new identity was completely entrenched and her hypnotic conditioning was totally self-sustaining. She didn't need any more maintenance trances. Grace had carefully and meticulously built up the pillars of the new Dani's mind, and now they all rested against one another, mutually reinforcing themselves. Her new sense of self had even been able to withstand being directly told what had happened to her.
Fortunately, all of that annoying business with Cameron, her ex, was now in the past. After Dani had sent him packing, that oaf had done the predictable yet stupid thing and gone public with his accusations. Needless to say, it hadn't gone well. Not even the filthiest tabloids were willing to run his side of the story; he'd been forced to resort to social media, where he'd immediately become the object of ridicule and criticism. His ex, hypnotized into a lesbian? It sounded conceited, ridiculous, and bigoted all at once. Nobody had believed him.
Now, his career was in ruins, while a few sympathetic puff pieces about dealing with a toxic ex had helped push Dani's to even greater heights.
Grace's victory with Dani was so total, she was starting to get the itch. She needed a new project. A new celebrity for her to sink her teeth into. A new way to get someone twisted into a kinky, horny, lesbian. From some of their conversations on the topic, Grace knew Dani would be sad to see her go. But this was how it needed to be. Grace was the restless type.
But that was for another day. For now, she wanted to enjoy the rewards of all her efforts just a little longer. In fact, that was what today was all about.
"Grace!" Dani's voice, sing-song and teasing, came floating down from the celebrity's bedroom. "We're ready for you!"
Grace shivered and a big, horny grin came to her face. She rose from the couch and quickly headed to answer the call. Dani was waiting expectantly for her at the top of the stairs, a cocksure, domineering smirk spread across her face.
She wasn't quite as dressed up as she often was in public, but even on lazy days like this, the celebrity managed to project dyke energy from every pore. With all her piercings and tattoos, she looked devastatingly hot even in her simple outfit of short shorts, tank top, and comfy hoodie. Dani had gone easy on the jewelry, but she was still adorned with her favorite centerpiece: the padlock chain necklace she'd worn on that fateful night with Cameron.
Of course, none of it really mattered. Grace doubted Dani was going to remain dressed for long.
"In here."
The door to Dani's bedroom was closed, but she opened it and led Grace inside. The room was unusually dark, warm and dim, and Grace immediately noticed that the two of them weren't alone.
"Hello, Grace," came a familiar voice, as warm and sweet as hot cocoa. "It's been a while."
Grace had known all about this beforehand, but even so, the sight of the third member of their ménage à trois made her giggle in anticipation.
It was Dulcinea Amare. She was a star model, a close friend of Dani, and another famous lesbian - albeit, less conspicuously so. Moreover, she was another one of Grace's projects. The one before Dani, in fact; Grace had used her control over Dulcinea to get to Dani in the first place. There was something almost poetic about seeing both of her creations side by side. Grace felt like an artist standing in an exhibition of their work.
Dulcinea was a very different beast from Dani. She was a classic high femme, and accordingly, Grace had used her hypnosis to accentuate the tall woman's submissive tendencies. Most people didn't know that, though. On the outside, Dulcinea looked like nothing less than royalty. Even now, her makeup was immaculate, and she was wearing a long, fancy, designer gown that would befit any runway or red carpet in the world.
Clearly, her glamor and confidence had only grown since Grace had left her side. They hadn't really stayed in touch, but Grace knew that Dulcinea and Dani had become even closer. Their fans loved to whisper that they were an item, and they weren't wrong. Why wouldn't the dyke queen and femme princess of Hollywood hook up, if given half a chance?
"It's good to see you, Dulcinea," Grace said, and meant it. "You look amazing."
"Naturally," Dulcinea purred. "And so do you. It's been too long since we had a chance to enjoy each other's company. Though from what Dani tells me, your tastes seem to have... broadened."
Grace giggled again. There was some truth to that. Whenever she'd fucked Dulcinea, she'd always been the top. Obviously, with Dani, that had never been a possibility. Instead, Grace had come to love submitting and bottoming. She was a hedonist at heart and there were all kinds of pleasures on the other side of the slash, she'd found - plus, there was an extra kind of twisted gratification in the knowledge that Dani was dominating her, but only because Grace had made her that way. Hypnosis had always been the biggest component of her sexuality.
"It totally has," Grace agreed. "I'm, like, kinda surprised you were interested in helping Dani top me."
"She was very, very persuasive." Dulcinea smiled mysteriously. Grace could guess what that meant. "Dani talks all about you, you know. She says you changed her life! How could I refuse when she explained she wanted to do something special for you before you move on?"
Grace just went on giggling. Oh, she had changed Dani's life all right. Dulcinea's too - not that the model knew she'd been anything more than an encouraging presence and a fun fuckbuddy.
And now, as a reward for her misdeeds, she was going to get railed by two of Hollywood's hottest and most desirable celebrities. 'Something special' was an understatement.
Dani and Dulcinea had certainly spared no effort setting the scene. A set of four-point restraints had been attached to Dani's bed, clearly intended to leave their victim spread-eagle and exposed. Rose petals had been scattered over the sheets, and on the bedside table, a dazzling array of sex toys had been set out on display. Just thinking about what the two celebrities were going to use those for made Grace shiver.
