#4 - Photo-Aiding
"Hey, what's up?" Ariadna Majewska cutely chirped into her phone to her publicist.
"Hey Ariadna, we need to talk about your recent uploads on Instagram."
"What's wrong with them?"
"I mean, have you not noticed you're being photo-bombed lately?"
A confused Ariadna checked her account, going back to around the thirtieth recent post. Brancing out to more shots of her in public for an "everyday girl" appeal, one person seemed to be in nearly every shot. It was a tall brunette with red highlights, beautiful and behind black sunglasses, always in the background, but always lined up so it looked like she was near Ariadna, within her personal space.
"Someone you know, Ariadna?"
"I...want to say yes. I've probably met her before in passing or something. She reminds me of someone I met with really good vibes."
"Whoever she is, she's photo-bombing your shots."
"Maybe she's photo-aiding them."
"Wha-what's that?"
"A new thing I'm coming up with," Ariadna cheerfully replied. "Like if I'm doing what she is in other people's photo's I'm improving on them rather than bombing them. Like Hannah...wait...her name is Hannah."
Ariadna scrolled up to around the twentieth photos, to see unfamiliar pics of her and Hannah smiling and interacting like friends. Several of them had Hannah with her sunglasses off, exposing Ariadna in and out of the photo to be exposed to dark, shining green eyes.
"And this Hannah is photo-aiding you?"
"I...I think so..." Ariadna's voice got lost as she lingered on how some pics gave almost clear angles of Hannah's direct gaze, and others had Hannah holding her by the shoulders, an arm wrapped around the shorter Instagram model, whispering words into her ear. Ariadna searched for what those lost words could be, hoping to feel them more and more as she scrolled up to around the tenth photos, almost wholly comprised of selfies of Ariadna and Hannah. Hannah was obviously holding the phone in one hand, and Ariadna in the other. Ariadna's face looked as lost as she felt staring into Hannah deep, direct green gaze.
"Do you feel her presence is aiding you?"
"Yes...." Ariadne said listlessly.
"Do my eyes fill your mind properly?
"Yesss...." Passion filled the model's lost voice, finding the most perfect fixation to anchor herself to.
"And now that you know your other publicist can work literal magic," a hand pulled Ariadne's face away so she could look at the brunette who'd she'd been interacting with for a full day, insistently, somewhat unforgettably. "...look deep into my eyes and tell me what you think you should say."
"Thank you Goddess Hannah."
"You're welcome Ariadne. And soon I think my favorite Instagram model will bring me to your fabulous wardrobe, and let me try on some outfits. Maybe take some pictures of you worshipping me in them. How does that sound?"
"I obey you Goddess Hannah," deep passion matched the depths of trance she'd slipped into.
"Good girl. Happy to photo-aid you."
#5 - Rematch
Note: This story follows the events of The Dazzling Lady's Harem (Part 5): Dalton
Mistress Ursula walked into the elaborate Avery hotel room at the exact time agreed upon. Confidently walking in, she strode in jeans, thigh high black boots, and a leather jacket, grinning evilly ahead.
From the other end of the room was Mistress Kendra dressed as a harem dancer, nearly head-to-toe in nothing but colorful silk veils, bearing an equally wolfish-smile.
"Rrrready to lose again, spectacularly?" The leather-clad blonde asked in her deep Scottish accent, rolling her Rs.
"Those glassy blue eyes say I'm the only thing spectacular around here, missy," the brunette, hypnotic dancer levied back in a sensual purr.
Introductions exchanged, the hypnotists approached each other.
Ursula strode ahead as if on a catwalk, urging her target forward with a lone, cruxing finger. "Nice to see you're alrrrready obeying me."
Kendra danced her way to the blonde, spinning on her delicate toes like a ballerina, just as tribal music began to play out of nowhere, setting the ambiance to add to her offensive. "As nice as it is to gaze upon this body?"
Within arms-length of each other, Ursula reached out to hold Kendra and keep her in a vulnerable position; Kendra easily slipped out of reach, never breaking the scintillating dance she'd started. Careful steps made Ursula follow Kendra's rhythm as the blonde waited for the perfect chance to strike.
"Why don't you come closerrrrr?" Ursula rolled her Rs in a sexy trill, gesturing with her hands. " Afraid of a quick victory?"
"Such a shame it would be for our dance to end too quickly," Kendra said, paying more attention to her dance than Ursula's assertions.
"Come now, Kendrrrrrrra," the dancer was gripped from behind, her body stroked sensually as the trill poured into the brunette's ear. "Come now, especially if you want to obey, lovely."
Kendra didn't stop, undulating against Ursula as if she was a stripper's pole, reaching back to hold a mass of curly blonde hair, running her hands down Ursula's face. The Scottish woman was taken aback by the feeling of Kendra's ass rolling into her crotch over and over, in time with the music.
"Mmmmm, roll my name again, Ursy."
"Ooh, do you like that Kendrrrrra?"
"I love it, keep doing it..."
"Kendrrrrra, Kendrrrrrra, Kendrrrrra...."
As Kendra turned to face her, Ursula kept the repetition going as a smiling, breathless Kendra enjoyed the sound. The blonde lost track of when her hands were tied by one of the veils, or that a soft correction from the dancer changed Ursula's cadence.
"Mistrrrress Kendrrrrrra..."
"Mistrrrress Kendrrrrrrra..."
"Mistrrress Kendrrrrrra..." Ursula lost her seductive edge, realizing it as she found her hands bound. Before she could free herself, Kendra raised her leg for Ursula to catch, allowing the dancer's weight to bring her down once the other was held too.
Straddling the confused, aroused blonde on a convenient mass of pillows and covers on the floor, Kendra kept rolling her hips over Ursula's crouching, inching veil-clad hips towards the blonde's face.
Kendra encouraged the repetition over and over, interrupting only for a celebratory kiss.
"That's it Ursy, keep repeating that victorious name, on your lips in your mind, no matter how your lips move now."
From across the room, two figures, invisible to the duelists, were enjoying champagne and the show, touching themselves as the competitive dance of domination in their lieutenants heated up.
"Playdates are so much fun," Dazzling Lady said.
"Especially when they think we don't know about, let alone arrange it," Goddess Hannah emphasized.
#6 - Hat Trick
Note: Sequel to Photo-Aiding
Hypnosis video maven Honour May sat on the couch, waiting for an appointment she vaguely remembered. With her experience of being hypnotized often and enthusiastically, she didn't let the details worry her that much. It seemed to be a great surprise when two new figures walked in the room, a business woman in a navy jacket and skirt, and the other in a sexy maxi dress and pantyhose, topped off with a black top hat. One Honour immediately recognized by sight.
