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.
Even if your chosen uses for these skills are a little worrying to me as a young woman...
Dianna could hear Fae's words ringing in her ears as she drove back towards her partner-in-crime's private home.
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Water slapped against the glass walls and tiled floor of the shower as someone washed themselves in the bathroom, the radio on and light humming filling the steamy air. Mingling with the sound of wetness in the bathroom, the sound of wet slapping emanated from the largest bedroom in the house where Nathan was bent over the bare backside of Taira, her golden locks wiggling about in the air underneath her downturned face as she jolted back and forth vigorously, her small, perky apple-tits shaking back and forth violently. She yipped in pleasure with each thrust but otherwise made no sound, content to gasp and sigh and let Nathan fuck her into oblivion. In the kitchen at the bench, Madame Ruviera stood, her proud, unmoving breasts firm and round atop her thin, strong chest lightly shaped by her powerful abs and browned all over like a perfectly-toasted loaf of bread. At the sink, Emily was piling up the dishes ready for washing. Not one person in the whole house wore any clothes, except for the apron Emily would shortly put on to protect her from the hot water as she washed up.
There was the sound of a car in the driveway and a few moments later Dianna unlocked the front door. Behind her, Stacey ushered in a small black-haired girl, and all available eyes turned to lock onto her. As they passed the kitchen and moved down the hallway, Dianna made no eye contact with anyone, least of all Ruviera. But Stacey and Fae looked about themselves, and although Stacey knew what to expect from her home, Fae did not. Her eyes grew almost wider than her glasses as she took in the naked women in the kitchen, her stare locking in an instant on Ruviera as she recognised her sheer aura of power for what it was. Her ears picked up the wet sounds all around her and she shivered involuntarily, although whether because of the cold outside, the sights and sounds, or her own inhibitions, no one knew.
'Wait in here and Mis—Dianna, and Ruviera will join you shortly,' Stacey said, helping Fae out of her coat and taking it with her. She smiled warmly at the girl as she left, shutting the door behind her, and almost as quickly as she'd been brought into this one-house world, Fae was alone within it. Looking around, the scent of feminine sex wafted to her and she quickly took in the widely parted couches that sat not facing the TV on the wall, but each other, as well as the low coffee table adorned only with a closed laptop and the dark marks angled in all directions across the carpet in the centre of it all. Raising one eyebrow, she quickly realised what went on down here, and her heart involuntarily picked up the pace.
The door burst open with an unusually sudden explosion of sound, and Fae nearly jumped out of her chair. She spun to face the new arrival, who was already speaking vivaciously.
'Hello! We have a visitor. You must be Fae, please, welcome, welcome, feel at home in my home. I'm sorry I haven't dressed up for the occasion, but I truly feel that the natural body is the most flattering form a woman can present herself in. I hope mine flatters you, young lady. Now! I take it you're here for the rundown on what we do and how we do it here, is that right?' Tearing through the spiel like a trained announcer, Madame Ruviera almost did such a convincing, attention-grabbing job with her speech that it distracted Fae away from the fact that she was completely naked.
Almost.
Behind her, Dianna entered the room, now similarly undressed although still wearing her underwear and the gloves she had been wearing before. Despite what she knew about Ruviera, Fae gulped when she saw the gloves still on Dianna's hands, as though it were specifically her hands that carried all of her inhuman power.
Ruviera took and shook Fae's hand vigorously as she spoke. Even though she pumped the tiny digits vigorously, her breasts didn't move a bit. Fae found it hard to work out if her nipples were hard or fake. 'Yes, well you've come to the right place. There's no one better informed on the kind of mind control you're looking for than myself, young girl, and my partner here is, well, just something
else.
Her gift makes me look like a farm girl from Seattle!' Ruviera said as if telling a cracking joke. Fae didn't laugh, but Ruviera didn't wait for her to. The word hadn't been a badly-constructed pun; it was code to Dianna, devised mostly by Ruviera as a way to instruct Dianna on how to proceed with newcomers to their home. 'Seattle' was Ruviera's code word for Ruviera being the distraction, which meant that Dianna was now officially tasked with being the one to trance Fae. Despite the fact that she hadn't given Fae one chance to speak yet, Ruviera went on.
'So, tell me a little about what brings you to our doorstep today, young - what was it?' Ruviera asked as if she were the host of a children's show, her energy bubbling and lively. She pulled up a chair and sat in front of Fae, the action somehow making her look even more toned and curvaceous despite her leaning on her knees to show Fae her full attention. Strolling around the room, Dianna moved to the coffee table behind Fae and Ruviera at the dining table and picked it up.
