"Back...and forth...back and forth. Let the watch swing...let your eyes follow...back...and forth. Let all thoughts be whisked away, by the back...and forth, motions."
Mistress Alexis held her prized pocket watch up to the screen of a half-dozen women on a video call. Six rapt pairs of eyes followed, the hypnotist happy to watch the unison appear so coordinated. Each woman was dressed or undressed at their leisure; half of them were casually dressed, two were naked, one had a towel around her torso and head, fresh from the shower. But all wore the same listlessly-engaged expression, and each rising to one degree or another of erotic pleasure building up in their minds.
"That's it, my pretties," Alexis grinned rather wickedly. Keep following the watch, even as you are firmly rooted in-place. The watch is too easy to follow, but you are too heavy to move. Muscles so relaxed and heavy, weighed down comfortably in the seats beneath you, sinking into the cushions like you sink into my suggestions. Your eyelids are so heavy, they can't stay up much longer. The gravity, and urge to close your eyes, is too strong to ignore, and yet, behind your heavy closed eyelids, you can still see my watch swinging back...and forth."
A curious gaze watched as Alexis made bets with herself which would be the last one to hold out. Two or three fluttering eyes made for tense races to see who might need to keep physically stare at her watch before heavy eyelids and vivid imaginations took over. The pair she expected to outlast almost made it, the usually most resistant one and biggest fan of resistance-play, but she heaved a luxurious sigh and leaned limply in her chair, making her Mistress so proud of her, of them all.
"Gooood girls, very good. Let the submissive pleasure from obeying Mistress Alexis stream through your bodies. Pleasure its your reality. Obedience is your reality. My suggestions, are your reality. Just like suggestions of heaviness keeping your body rooted, but your right arms and hands are suddenly growing so light, so airy."
Multiple arms twitched gently on-screen, preparing themselves.
"Pleasure both pours into that arm, filling it like helium. And it also wafts over the arm like a gentle breeze, the small hairs across the skin tingling with joy."
Ahead of more specific suggestions, arms began to raise off of the surfaces they fell upon earlier.
"That's right, your arms are so light now, they will find their way to rise very high. And if you fear them rising too high for your own comfort, you can open your eyes and look down around your hand, and find that perfect anchor..."
Each woman's eyes fluttered open, looking down to find their anchors in the form of pocket watches laying nearby, ready to be picked up, holding their arms at a balanced height, so they could pick up where Alexis left off with further conditioning through their own hypnotic totems attached to her.
"I must watch the watch, as Mistress Alexis watches me."
"I must watch the watch, as Mistress Alexis watches me."
"I must watch the watch, as Mistress Alexis watches me."
The practiced mantra echoed through the hypnotist's headset, as well as nearby, seeing her newest submissive Stacy, dressed in a pretty French maid's outfit, seated near her controller like the other women spread across multiple states and countries wish they could.
"I must watch the watch, as Mistress Alexis watches me."
Stacy spoke in a practiced accent, perfecting her persona of Claudine. Stacy loved that idea of a French version of herself, and Alexis was happy to continue furthering it, cementing a favored part of Stacy's increasingly-surrendered self. Alexis giggled at how were it not for the watch in her hand, her maid would look like she was dusting.
"Well, maybe she is dusting," the hypnotist mused. "Keeping her mind clean, so nice and tidy for me." Being the good girl that she was, Alexis made a mental note of giving Claudine a chance to use her watch in a mirror, so she could assertively hypnotize herself instead of just totally following Alexis' will.
"Such a sexy switch you'll make, Claudine."
Alexis got up from her computer, allowing herself a break while all her submissives programmed themselves deeper for her. Looking over at Claudine, it felt like such a difference from keeping subs through remote sessions, but working with Stacy opened her up to more possibilities of keeping live, obedient bodies close by. The Kalatravaasa was truly opening her up to new things.
***
Cris Fahey grumbled annoyingly as she unlocked the door of the club The 7ty Seven. The unofficial manager of the place working at sub-management pay made her quite cantankerous when it came to working her job, especially when "special circumstances" happened. "Special circumstance" was code for something critical needed to be taken care of, most times at the fault of the club's owner.
The latest one prompted a call that netted Cris three-hours sleep as opposed to the six she was dying to get, sleep-deprived after a week of double-shifts; the owner got word of a city inspector coming in, and needed to be seen that morning, well before opening.
Once she got into the club, she wanted to scream loudly, in equal parts anger and to aid the strong coffee in her hand. Before she could, two cars pulled up, her bosses car and what had to be the inspector's. Cris had never seen her boss in so early, even for a supposedly-important inspection.
"Fuck you," she gritted her teeth, seeing her boss looking so offensively well-rested as he approached in golf slacks and a polo shirt. The inspector behind him halted her anger, slightly, a pretty woman in a brown, business-casual skirt and a white blouse. She looked liked what Cris meant to wear, instead rushing out of the house in jeans and a wrinkled buttoned-up black shirt from her bartending days.
The older man breezed through the entrance followed by the inspector.
"Good afternoon Cristine."
"Good how?" she wanted to say, but settled with a clear "afternoon."
"This is the city inspector I told you about, Alexis."
Summoning her most polite demeanor, Cris extended her hand. "Hello Alexis,"
Alexis, looking through fake wire-rimmed glasses, took careful note of the clear signs of sleep deprivation written all over the subordinate's face.
"Hello Cris," Alexis shook it firmly. The barely-disguised hypnotist considered using a shocking induction, pulling her hand, but she was afraid of Cris collapsing on the floor the moment trance, hit her, taking Alexis down with her.
"Why don't we have a seat?" Alexis gestured a little ways towards one of the booth areas. The inspector quickly took the stationary seat as the owner and Cris sat on the soft booth cushions.
"Sleep!" Alexis quickly snapped her fingers, and Cris' boss fell out instantly against the padding. "Before you get overly concerned Cris, let me explain," Alexis told the shocked woman who nearly spilled her coffee over trying to get up and away from whatever happened. But sitting down on the softest seating in the public space plus the easing delivery from Alexis, and the prospect of an answer to the weird occurrence kept her in-place.
"Wow," Alexis used a sympathetic tone while looking at Cris. "I bet a huge part of you wishes it was you that trigger worked on instead of him."
"Trigger? What?"
"A hypnotic trigger, I hypnotized him."
"How? W-when?"
"Pretty easily, and earlier before we both arrived."
"So that's a thing with city inspectors? Hypnotizing business owners?"
"If only. Some civil servants I think should be civil owners. You certainly look as tired as a civil servant. And I'm guessing your boss here is to blame."
Cris didn't know how to respond to that, so she didn't. "I don't really have to guess though, he told me all about how he runs this place, running you into the dirt so his little club can have a solid foundation."
A softened expression was Cris' affirmation silently given.
"The inspection scheduled for today is really more about the staff than it is the facility, your boss included."
"Really?"
"Yes. Admittedly, it's more of an experimental thing the city is trying, and I agreed to it. But the way dingus here told me all about you and this club, you're really the boss of this place, and he had good reason to leave practically all the affairs to you. So I'll tell you what, give me three minutes to explain what I'd like to do..."
Alexis produced her gold pocket watch, holding it by hand as she held the clock face in Cris' direction.
"If in three minutes you're not convinced of what I'd like to do, I can report that The 7ty Seven doesn't need inspecting, and then maybe you can get some sleep. Just three minutes, with those seconds ticking away, one at a time. Inspecting people takes so little time really; it would be over before you knew it if you didn't pay attention to those seconds."
Fixed eyes were pleased to see the pair across from her following the second hand of the watch in small, gradual circles.
"Can you even hear those ticks as the seconds pass?? From the watch? From your thoughts? Three minutes goes by so fast. You could blink, and you'd miss one. Or is it two? Is it two minutes left? Do you find it convincing, the ease of inspecting? How in a matter of seconds, someone can be figured out? And if an inspector like me needed no time at all to know how tired you were, how many seconds ticking away would I need to know how much sleep you truly, truly needed?"
Just the ticking of the watch and the sound of Alexis' voice occupied Cris' mind as she leaned back to rest and absorb the compelling inspection pitch.
"Maybe no time is needed, because time could be incalculable, passing you by, passing through you like the air you breathe, deeply. Like how many breaths you forget you're taking, slowly. Could you know if it was two minutes left without me telling you? Would you need me to inform you that you actually have one minute left?"
"Just a minute left, sixty seconds. Sixty ticks you can hear going off as I speak. Whether you can count them or not, it doesn't matter. What matters is the outcome, interested in the end, in the inevitable, so you can finally rest. And you can find the rest you need very, very soon Cris. As time ticks away, as you realize how deeply sleepy you are. Your body tells you to need to sleep deep. I am telling you you need to sleep deep. And more than your boss, you want what he had, what you so want, so deserve....Sleep!"
Alexis snapped her fingers at Cris, and she gratefully fell over on the other side of the booth.
