Request by Madeleine Wechsle.
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Madeleine sprinted out of the bus. The rain poured down with an intensity that she hadn't seen in years. She ran up to the front door of the theatre. Locked.
She cursed under her breath and ran around to the side of the building, hoping to find some sort of side entrance. Just as she turned the corner, she saw a man opening a door and hauling out a garbage bag.
Perfect timing!
she thought to herself. "Hold that door, please!"
The man looked over at her and smirked. Madeleine didn't have time to argue with him, though. She hurried over to the door and thanked the man for holding it open. Her long blonde hair dripped onto the floor.
When she got inside, Madeleine immediately spotted the woman she was scheduled to interview. She wasn't exactly inconspicuous. The woman towered over the tech crew surrounding her. She had to be at least six feet tall, and had flawless olive skin. Her jet-black hair was cut short and slicked back. She wore a black latex catsuit, with a zipper on the front that reached all the way from her collar to between her legs. It not only reflected her surroundings with almost mirror-like precision, but also accentuated her curves and ample bust.
Even if you didn't know she was a professional hypnodomme, Gianna radiated dominance and sexuality.
Madeleine waved at her, trying to get her attention without causing too much of a fuss. Gianna glanced in her direction, and visibly chuckled when she spotted the reporter. "My," she called out, "and here I thought Americans were supposed to be tall!" Madeleine blushed and looked down at the floor. She always thought she was over being called short, right up until someone called her short and it stung like a knife in her heart. She heard the
clack
of Gianna's heels -
She's a giant, why does she even need heels?
- as the other woman approached her.
Finally, she came to a stop. "You must be Madeleine, yes?"
The shorter woman nodded and looked up. Gianna had a smirk on her face, but it wasn't the same as the one on the man who held the door for her. Hers looked... hungrier.
"I must say," Gianna continued, "though your stature is lacking, you certainly won the lottery in other respects."
"Tell that to my chiropractor," Madeleine replied with a nervous giggle. She'd gotten used to comments about her breasts ever since she started "developing" long before the other girls in school. She'd even caught other women staring at them from time to time. If she were into girls, she might have been thankful for being given such an effective gaydar.
Gianna noticed Madeleine's damp clothes. "Oh, dear. Do you need a towel?"
"No, thank you. I'd rather just get this interview started."
"Suit yourself. Where do you want the interview to take place?" The more Gianna talked, the more prominent her Italian accent became.
She does have a pretty nice voice, all things considered...
"Uh... main stage? Does that work?"
"That sounds wonderful," Gianna purred. She clapped twice, and within moments a pair of folding chairs had been placed on-stage. The stage lights came to life with a loud
thunk
, and Gianna motioned towards the chairs. "After you, Madeleine."
Madeleine nodded and took her seat. "Is it alright if I record this?"
"Yes, of course." Gianna sat across from Madeleine and crossed her legs. "Thank you again for reaching out to me, Madeleine. This interview will do wonders for our publicity, I'm sure."
"Yes, well, I'm sure you can imagine a story like this has a certain appeal. Not every day an act like yours rolls into town."
Gianna grinned. "Yes, I believe it does. Sex sells, as they say."
"Well, yes, but more than that. There's novelty value here. It's not just the sex angle, but the... exoticism of hypnosis, as well."
"So my work is a novelty to you?" Gianna wasn't smiling anymore.
Madeleine gulped. "U-Uh, not at all, Gianna-"
"
Mistress
Gianna. And I do hope you make sure to refer to me as such when this interview is published."
"Yes, of course I will."
Gianna looked at her expectantly "Yes... what?"
Madeleine stared at her. "...yes... Mistress?"
Gianna glared at her, before bursting out into laughter.
"Wh-What's so funny?" Madeleine demanded.
"Oh, you'll have to forgive me! I was only teasing you."
"I see." Madeleine coughed and tried to compose herself. "Do you want me to call you that, or is Gianna fine?"
"Do you
want
to call me Mistress?"
"Not... really. I'm only trying to be respectful."
"Are you sure?" Gianna leaned in closer to Madeleine, as if studying her. "You didn't find it...
appealing
to be so reverent to such a dominant, overpowering woman?"
"Are you coming on to me, Gianna? I thought we were trying to be professional here."
"My apologies." Gianna pulled away and relaxed in the chair. "Just trying to break the ice, as you say. I want you to feel fully comfortable to ask me whatever questions you need, no matter how, uh, charged."
"I guess that makes sense." Madeleine started to relax too. "But, just so we're clear, I'm straight, alright?"
Gianna chuckled. "I'm sure you are." Madeleine didn't think she sounded very convinced.
"...anyway." Madeleine pulled out her phone. "Are we ready to start?"
"Yes," Gianna purred. "I believe we are."
* * *
Madeleine fanned herself with her notebook. She could feel a thin sheen of sweat forming on her face and chest. "It's pretty hot under these lights, isn't it?"
Gianna shrugged. "You become used to it. You have to, if you dress like I do."
"Yeah..." Madeleine's eyes wandered to Gianna's catsuit. "That's gotta get suffocating after a while."
"But it makes you look
really
good!" Gianna giggled.
Madeleine rolled her eyes. "Let's get back on track. What is it about hypnosis that appeals to you?"
"Well, I've always been interested in it," Gianna explained. "Ever since I was a young girl, I've found it fascinating. To me, it's the ultimate expression of a D/S relationship. The subject places their complete trust in the hypnotist. And in turn, the hypnotist does right by that trust, and works to fulfil both of their desires. I find that idea beautiful."
"You're talking about it in the context of BDSM," Madeleine pressed. "But what about the stage?"
"I don't see why it has to be any different. It's still about trust. It's still about that relationship between subject and hypnotist. There's just people watching."
"How do you form that relationship with random volunteers, though? Or, perhaps you're using plants?"
Gianna blinked. "Why would I hypnotize a plant? That doesn't make sense. Plants can't even talk."
Madeleine blushed. "No, I... I mean-"
"I'm fucking with you, Madeleine." Gianna cracked a wry smile and chuckled at the reporter. "And no, I don't use plants. Anyone who buys a ticket to my shows does so with the knowledge that they could very well end up on stage with me. So they have to trust me, at least a little bit, just to be in the audience. And if I only call on volunteers. People have to be willing to be hypnotized to be selected for my shows."
"That all sounds very plausible."
"You don't sound convinced."
"Oh, come on, Gianna." Madeleine leaned forward. "We'll go off the record if you like. But we both know this 'hypnosis' stuff is fake as hell."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. It's all pretend, all a bunch of people you've paid to humiliate themselves."
Gianna glared angrily at the reporter. "I don't do that. Who told you that?"
"No one had to tell me. Reporters are
very
good at recognizing patterns, Gianna. You didn't think anyone would notice when the same people keep showing up to your shows week after week, all 'volunteering' to be put under your spell?"
"It's not my fault I've attracted a few groupies."
Madeleine laughed. "Groupies? What, do you fancy yourself some type of rock star?"
"Why not? People follow musicians across the country when they go on tour. If anything, it makes more sense for people to start following me. A band will play the same set in venue after venue, but my shows are never the same thing twice."
Madeleine fiddled with her shirt collar. "I guess that makes sense..."
"Madeleine, my dear," said Gianna, "why don't you unbutton that shirt a bit? You seem so uncomfortable."
"I'm... I'm fine." Madeleine wiped the sweat off her forehead.
"It's alright, Madeleine." Gianna's voice sounded like honey in Madeleine's ear. "You want to make this interview as perfect as possible, yes? And you can't make it perfect if you're distracted."
"Um..." Madeleine looked around, trying to see if anyone else was there. But lights were bright, and the rest of the theatre was swallowed in darkness. As far as Madeleine could see it was just the two of them, sitting on an empty stage in an inky void. She shuffled nervously in her seat. She didn't feel like a reporter interviewing an interesting new act arriving in town. She felt vulnerable. Like prey.
"Madeleine," Gianna said. "Do you trust me?"
The reporter snapped her head over towards the other woman. Gianna looked at her like a mother looking at a child. There was a strange comfort in her stare, like it was an old blanket she just pulled out of the dryer, soft and warm and cozy. Madeleine felt like she could spend hours looking into her eyes. "...yes, Gianna. I trust you."
"Then you have no problem unbuttoning your top, yes?"
"Yes, Gianna," Madeleine replied breathlessly. "No problem." She slowly unbuttoned her top, and with each button felt a wave of relief. She hadn't realized just how hot she was under those stage lights, nor how soothing it would be to let her skin breathe.
"Much better." Gianna was staring right at Madeleine's cleavage now. But for some reason, Madeleine didn't mind. Her mind felt fuzzy, and it was hard to grasp onto anything that popped into her thoughts. So she simply floated, letting her mind wander as she looked into Gianna's eyes.
She almost didn't notice when Gianna spoke up. "Do you have another question?"
Right... interview...
Madeleine blinked and looked down at her notes. "Um..."
"Would you like to know what I use to hypnotize people?" Madeleine noticed something different about Gianna's voice this time. She sounded almost ravenous.
But that realization faded once she realized that Gianna had asked her a question. "Uh... yes. I would."
"Well," Gianna said as she stood up, "it varies. Sometimes I use a pocketwatch, which fits the classic image of a hypnotist I suppose." She slowly walked over behind Madeleine, each step making a
