Frowning and checking her watch for the sixteenth time, Dianna put her hands in her pockets again and huffed chilly air through her lips. It was cold and she was dressed up to the neck, complete with scarf, gloves and thick socks. Beside her, her companion and - unbeknown to all who saw them together - personal obedient pet wore similarly thick clothes, although the thinner, shorter girl had not chosen to wear a scarf. Dianna also knew that, upon direct orders from her that morning, she wore no underwear beneath her clothes, and although she was dressed up so thickly that none could tell - and she was none the colder for it - Dianna liked that she was doing it commando. She had also gone without the gloves, but Dianna wore hers for a very different reason than the cold air.
The pair of women were standing at a bus stop on the edge of the city, and despite the fact that it was daytime, few others stood nearby, on account of it being the middle of a chilly working Monday. Most were inside at their desks or having a warm lunch, and few were coming this far into town on a day like today. It was pinned to rain a little later on, and there was even talk of snow coming.
Dianna checked her watch again and Stacey put her hand on her wrist as she returned it to her pocket. 'Relax Mistress - she'll come. She was desperate to meet you, after all.'
Mistress.
Dianna wasn't sure she'd ever get used to being called that - especially not by the girl whose mind she had been so deep inside only a few weeks ago. Something about the whole setup - her partnership with Ruviera, her new life as a free woman using her unnatural power to trance and condition willing - and unwilling - people to her will, and the parts that came after - the new slave, the constant adoration, the unexpected but always welcome feeling of soft lips upon her own downstairs doorway or the feeling of a naked woman slipping into your bed or her breasts swinging perky and free as she served you breakfast - all of it felt unreal, as if she were living out her dreams and still expected to wake up at some point. When she consistently failed to, she only felt more and more as if she were still dreaming.
Yet here she was, standing alongside a young, beautiful girl who adored every fibre of her being and who would obey her every command, and who just this morning had awoken her with the blissful sensation of soft fingertips and a slender, delightful vibrator slipping alongside and into her already hot pussy.
Surreal.
'Yes, I know. She was very interested in the demonstration, it's just that Ruviera's means to ends aren't always the most simple... Or truthful, methods of locating these girls.' Dianna said.
'No, and yet Mistress still manages to find them all the time.' Stacey replied, taking a few small steps on the spot in a vain attempt to stay warm.
'What time was she supposed to be here?' Dianna asked, changing the subject, although she knew full well what time the girl's bus was supposed to arrive.
'Busses are late all the time. Relax Mistress, you're looking more and more
in need
by the second and you know I can't resist you.' Stacey said. Glancing at her, Dianna frowned, pursed her lips, but said nothing. Despite the fact that neither of them needed Stacey to pounce on her and begin ripping her clothes off so that she could pleasure her vigorously until commanded to stop, Dianna wasn't one-hundred-percent sure she was against the idea. But she knew Stacey was right and what she'd meant by it, after all, Dianna had been the one to implant the deeply seeded command in her brain, as per Ruviera's instructions.
A few minutes later, the sound of a large engine came to the girls, and as they looked down the street a bus pulled to a stop in front of them. The doors opened, and several people got off, thanking the driver and quickly stuffing anything they could in their pockets to keep them as warm as possible. There, just as she'd said she would be, stepping off the bus behind two older men was a young black-haired Asian girl. She saw the couple and waved, and as the bus roared off again, she quickly approached them and put out her hand.
'Dianna and Stacey, right?' She asked, her voice spunky and unaccented. Her black eyes gleamed as Stacey took her hand and shook it vigorously.
'That's right! And you're Fae?' She said. Fae nodded rapidly and grinned beneath a pair of stylish yet thick glasses that only served to make her look more impishly youthful. She looked expectantly to Dianna, who put her gloved hand out to the newcomer.
'So you're the eager beaver who asked me so many unusually intimate questions over the phone,' Dianna said, one eyebrow raised as she spoke. Fae blinked and blushed, but didn't break her gaze or drop Dianna's hand.
'I have been researching this particular field of...
Mind sciences
for many years, Dianna. When I heard about your organisation, I knew I had to find out more. Then, when I heard that it was true, and not only that you did deep retraining hypnosis, but also now organic trances, I could not stay away. Even
if
your chosen uses for these skills are a little worrying to me as a young woman.' She said, smiling modestly. At the last words, a hint of uncertainty crept into her voice, but Stacey was quick to reassure her.
'Trust me, we know you're here for research of your own, not for that. You'll be perfectly safe with us.'
'Hence the gloves,' Dianna added, holding up the hand that Fae had taken only moments before and wiggling the fingers slightly. Fae's eyes went wide behind her glasses, accentuated by the thick lenses.
'You mean you could have...' she breathed. Dianna hadn't wanted to say anything, but Stacey was too quick. She was already smiling and nodding as Fae said it.
'That's right. But she didn't - couldn't - because of the gloves. See? We've got everything you need covered before you even know you need it.' Taking Fae's arm and gesturing in the direction of their car, parked in a nearby lot, Dianna couldn't help but wonder at the wording Stacey had chosen for that last phrase.
A few minutes later, the three women were in the car and heading out of the lot, and, in private with them now, Fae was chirping like a chick on the back seat asking question after question. Stacey was answering what she could, but whenever something would be directed at Dianna, she would defer to her Mistress. Dianna opted for little or no replies in these situations, frowning inwardly instead as she wondered if this particular pickup was indeed something more than just a chance to help bolster more private hypnosis operations in the local community.