Interview With The Hypnotist

Request by Madeleine Wechsle.

* * *

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

clack

that echoed throughout the empty room. "Other times, it's a crystal, which catches the light so beautifully and dazzles the mind into submission."

She leaned down and whispered in Madeleine's ear. "But do you want to know my

favorite

way to hypnotize people?"

Madeleine nodded. Her head felt loose on her shoulders.

Gianna placed a hand Madeleine's shoulder. "I will show you."

She put her other hand on the back of Madeleine's head, and gently guided it down so that Madeleine was looking at her own breasts.

"You see, Madeleine," Gianna continued, "I've found that one of the hottest ways to hypnotize someone is to use the human body. It's such a versatile instrument, is it not? One which can make the loveliest music, if played by a skilled artist. And I am

exceptionally

skilled."

Madeleine felt herself nodding again, but she couldn't tell if she was nodding or if Gianna's hand was making her nod.

"Your body," Gianna went on, "for example, has a very attractive addition. Two additions, in fact." She gently shook Madeleine's shoulder, and Madeleine's breasts jiggled. "See? Very beautiful."

"Yes..." Madeleine's voice sounded breathy and distant.

"You know the effect your breasts have on others. Men and women alike find themselves gawking at your chest. Once someone notices them, they find your breasts irresistible."

"Yes..."

Gianna kept rocking Madeleine's body back and forth, each motion causing the reporter's breasts to jiggle and shake. "No matter how someone swings, they always find themselves powerless to resist your breasts. No one is immune to their effects."

Gianna leaned in so close Madeleine could feel her lips graze her ear. "Not even you."

Madeleine gasped. Her sleepy, foggy mind couldn't resist the pull of Gianna's logic as she found herself inextricably drawn towards her own breasts.

"You can't resist," Gianna whispered, her voice dripping with arousal. "You feel your mind fading, each jiggle and shake making it that much harder to hold on. But you don't want to hold on. You want to watch. You want to lose yourself. You want to obey. Say it."

Madeleine's mouth felt like it was full of molasses. She struggled to move her lips enough to say the words. "I... I wuh... want to obey..." Her mouth hung open, and a line of drool started to form at the edge of her lips.

"Good girl," Gianna said. She'd stopped actively shaking Madeleine's body a while ago, but the girl kept following the motion like a puppet on a string. She chuckled at how deep the reporter was already. "Now it is time to

sleep

for me, Madeleine. Sleep deeply, and dream of nothing but those beautiful, captivating breasts of yours."

Madeleine's eyes slipped shut. Even in darkness, she was still mesmerized by her breasts.

* * *

Snap!

"So, are you ready to start the interview?"

Madeleine jerked back to awareness. "Huh?"

Gianna smiled warmly. "Did you space out on me, Madeleine? I must say, that's hardly professional of you."

The reporter gulped. "S-Sorry! Yes, I'm ready to start the interview."

Weird... I'm getting a bit of déjà vu for some reason... probably nothing, though.

"Very well," Gianna said. "Proceed."

"Right... um..." Madeleine frowned. What do I do now?

"You

do

know how to conduct a proper interview, don't you?"

"Of... course I do! I've done it a million times!" What's going on? Why can't I remember what I'm supposed to be doing?

Gianna leaned forward. She looked almost impossibly smug. "Madeleine, my dear. You can be honest with me. There's nothing strange about a little lapse in memory, it happens to the best of us."

Madeleine sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll admit it. I forgot how to do an interview!"

Gianna chuckled. "Well, that's quite alright! I've done quite a few interviews in my time. I'm sure I can help jog your memory."

"Oh, thank you, Gianna!" Madeleine beamed.

"Now," Gianna said, "the first thing a reporter needs to do is strip all the way down. The interviewer has to be naked to conduct a proper interview."

Madeleine nodded. "Of course!" She quickly removed her clothes and folded them into a neat little pile that sat next to her chair. "Okay, what's next?"

"Well, next, the reporter has to start masturbating. It helps them remember the details of what the interview subject says."

"That makes a lot of sense!" The reporter spread her legs apart and started rubbing her pussy.

It's a good thing I have someone so trustworthy to help me!

Gianna chuckled. "Now, this next part is very important. You have to be very respectful of your interview subject. That means referring to them as their title. Do you know what my title is?"

Madeleine thought long and hard for a moment. "Uh... Mistress?"

"Right!" Gianna exclaimed. "Which means you must refer to me as Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress!" Madeleine beamed proudly. "I'm so happy you're helping me with this interview, Mistress, I don't know what's up with me today."

"Oh, it's no trouble at all. So, what's your first question?"

"Hm..." Madeleine looked down at her notes.

That's weird, I don't remember writing these. But my memory's all messed up today, so I guess that's not unexpected.

"What's the hottest part of brainwashing someone?"

"Oh, that's easy. It's definitely the point when their resistance finally crumbles. It's so much fun seeing someone who pretended to be so defiant succumb to my power. You get to see that little spark die out, and it's just incredible."

"That

does

sound pretty sexy," Madeleine giggled. "Ok, next question. Do you ever take any of your subjects backstage for a little 'VIP access?'"

"All the time," Gianna grinned. "It's such an easy thing to do, after all. No one has ever been able to resist once they've had a taste of hypnotic bliss. Why, I don't even have to give them a hypnotic suggestion! All I need to do is ask once they're awake and they almost fall over themselves to obey me. It's actually pretty adorable sometimes."

"Mmm..." Madeleine started breathing a little heavier as her hand worked diligently between her legs. "Next question. What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever made someone do?"

Gianna thought for a moment. "Hm... well, there was this one reporter. Cute little thing, really short, but with a

massive

rack. I used her own breasts to send her into trance, and then I made her forget how to do an interview. Of course, I was all too happy to 'help' her. She wound up convinced that the best way to interview someone was to strip down and start jilling off! Can you believe that?"

Madeleine giggled. "Wow, what an idiot! Who would ever fall for something like-" She whimpered as the pleasure started to build more and more. "L-Like that?"

Gianna burst out laughing. "Yes, she was

especially

foolish! She acted like it was a completely natural thing to do. No matter how horny she got, she never suspected that anything was out of the ordinary."

"Honestly, some people are just so gullible!" Madeleine panted and moaned as she got closer and closer to the edge. "Uh, hey, Mistress, I'm getting kinda close-"

"Oh, but you mustn't cum," Gianna interrupted. "Not yet, anyway. It's

incredibly

rude for the interviewer to orgasm before the subject. If you did that, it would do a lot of damage to your reputation as a reporter, and you don't want that, do you?"

"S-Sorry!" Madeleine chastised herself for her carelessness.

How could I forget something like that!

"But I'm

so

close, Mistress! Is there anything I can do?"

Gianna grinned. "Well, yes. See, as long as the interviewee cums first, then you're in the clear. Which means you can cum after I do."

Madeleine tilted her head to the side. "But, you're not masturbating. How would you cum first?"

"Well, of

course

I'm not masturbating!" Gianna scoffed. "Everyone knows an interview subject can't make

themselves

cum."

"R-Right! I knew that! So, I guess

I'll

just have to make you cum."

Gianna smiled and slid off the chair, lying on her back with her legs spread. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Madeleine got on her knees and crawled over to the other woman, but paused. "Um... Mistress, your zipper's still up. I can't get to your pussy."

"Sorry, Madeleine, but I can't help you in any way. It's all on you."

Madeleine groaned and rolled her eyes.

This is why I hate doing interviews...

She reached up towards Gianna's collar to start unzipping the catsuit, but Gianna slapped her hand away. "What do you think you're doing?" she shouted. "An interviewer can't touch an interviewee!"

"Well, how am I supposed to make you cum if I can't touch you?"

Gianna sighed, like she was dealing with a child throwing a tantrum. "You can't touch me with your

hands

."

Madeleine paused, and then a lightbulb went off in her head. She crawled on top of Gianna and grabbed the zipper with her teeth. Then, she slowly unzipped it, all the way down, until Gianna's glistening mound was exposed.

Madeleine felt her mouth water at the sight. "Finally..."

She eagerly started licking between Gianna's legs. The other woman moaned and gasped at the intensity of the reporter's assault. "Oh goddd... Madeleine, you're incredible..."