At the exclusive high-rise condominium of a prestigious law partner, a small evening party was held amongst friends. Dennis Walsh, one of the top lawyers in his part of the country, liked to unwind every few weeks or maybe once a month, when his friends' schedules cleared, and they could all meet. It was a small-enough gathering made of wines, cheeses, and conversations that no servants were needed. Dennis' friends were a literal who's who of high profile society or business page figures. They were all fairly well-to-do, and had their share of controversy. Dennis was even surprised to have Suzanne Nelson attend as a friend of a friend, happy to be amongst the "like-minded" and be herself, as the group happily discovered. For entry to such a gathering, it took a password confirmation from the high rise's downstairs doorman to gain entry; slightly childish for a group of people who could almost buy their way into anything, but was a wonderful chance for to put even things like money aside and have an evening based on being merely people.
As the evening continued, the lighting of where everyone congregated grew incrementally dimmer; it was subtle enough to evade almost everyone's noticing, until an art centerpiece in the middle of Dennis' coffee table lit up, perfectly complimenting the dimmed lighting. Heartful laughter and lively smiles were abound, even as the centerpiece lit up and started showcasing and shining beams of colorful light around the party space. Instead of annoying or alarming, every beam crossing someone's eyesight made filled them with a small surge of euphoria. Funny stories were interrupted mid-sentence as lips stayed parted to enjoy the feeling, and the listeners couldn't blame the interruption once it happened to them seconds later. Those who happened to be standing found it very easy to find a comfortable seat to rest in. The room grew darker and quiet as hues of red, blue, white, yellow, purple, and other colors gave their minds happily-little to think about. But more than any color, beams of green in their eyes made them surge with lust, lusting for control they desperately wanted to surrender to, lust that triggered memories of deep green eyes each remembered staring long and lustfully into.
The sole party-goer still standing smiled as every color crossed her green-clad form, as she regarded each with a deep gaze of green, bringing each one back into the exclusive membership of Dazzling Lady's harem. Like all the ones that came before Suzanne, and after Dennis, every high profile target that came across Dazzling's mercenary hypnotism offers, past the jobs that didn't include financial ruination, she privately kept after the fact as useful pets, maintaining probably the most expensive harem collection in the world.
"Good pets," Dazzling crooned to the impressionable crowd, loving the sound of swoons and moans just from hearing her voice. Proper socialites became instinctively, unbearably horny as thoughts sank into lovely green depths, beginning to sluggishly reach to touch themselves through expensive garbs. A few felt the need to slip to the floor, just to be close to Dazzling's sandaled feet, especially Suzanne who'd found her way to the floor first, kissing and trying unsuccessfully to remove the sandals to lick her owner's soles as she went around the room.
Eventually, after giving each in the room a small, private induction, Dazzling sat, letting Suzanne remove her sandals and worship to her heart's content.
"Everyone, I know you've met our new member Suzanne on a conscious level, but I invite you all to get to know the real Suzanne, the same way I have introduced all of you to your real, surrendered, sensually-enslaved selves. Show her how wonderful it is to be a part of this highly-exclusive conclave, how wonderful it is to be exclusively mine."
From behind Suzanne, warm touches made the new inductee moan as she sucked on Dazzling's toes. Hands caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples, stroked her back, dipped a few fingers into the wetness between her legs. Nothing but gently pulling her head back for a long, tongue-ladden kiss could keep the blonde from giving all her attention to the divine feet.
Gripping salt-and-pepper hair, Dazzling wordlessly diverted Dennis from her previous command and brought him beneath her green flowing dress. Absent of panties, she allowed her host to be as graciously-enthusiastic as he was dying to be, pent up elation for often calling the mercenary to see if any "services" were needed, legal to his consciousness, libidinous to his subconscious. She smiled every time she graciously refused, knowing each would add to the pool of desperation that finally erupted under her dress. Dazzling Lady nearly howled in pleasure, from Dennis' experience learning what his domina liked best. The sound of Dazzling aroused set all her slaves off, moving to please the hypnotist the way they did the newest slave. The other foot was worshiped, and she guided some to her breasts, and Dennis' wife to her face for a kiss and another deep entrancing stare.
After the third or fourth orgasm, she finally asked her slaves to relent, to spend time naked and lounging amongst each other, still enjoying wine and cheese and other amenities. Strolling through the lawyer's condo naked, she decided to freshen up with a quick shower, before rejoining the dim party still filled with colorful lights, only to find an unexpected +1 present.
"You really know how to throw a party," the new addition smiled, slightly startling Dazzling. She was a woman around her height, dressed in black leather pants, boots, and a motorcycle jacket. The standout feature of her seemed to be highlights for her raven-black straight hair colored blue around hair that nearly blocked her face, the blue highlights complimenting her blue eyes perfectly.
"Not exactly my kind of crowd, at least what they were consciously," she laughed, bearing an accent Dazzling couldn't easily place, like Irish or Scottish.
"And you are," the green-eyed hypnotist questioned, putting on a confident-yet-unbothered vibe to try not to seem intimidated.
"I'm Mistress Ursula, part of the Kalatravaasa club. Allow me to belatedly welcome you to the club, you seem to be a..." blue eyes grazed down to curves, soft skin, and surprisingly-pretty feet "fantastic addition."
"Appreciated, though this could've waited until the next event," she sat near her slaves as Ursula remained standing. "How did you even manage to make your way to this private party?"
"Well, following you was the easy part, as was convincing the guy downstairs that I was looking for my friend, that I had the password he was looking for, and that that password was 'do as I command,' though I might be paraphrasing." Her explanation got a smile out of the toweled woman.
"I do apologize for interrupting your festivities though; I truly don't mean to encroach on what you've got going on," Ursula spoke with more sincerity.
"Then what brings you here?"
"Well, there is another Kalatravaasa event tomorrow evening, and I was intended to do a co-performance with a colleague, who unfortunately backed out at the last minute, having me scramble to find a replacement," she explained, taking a seat on the arm of the love seat occupied by a pair enjoying oral sex. Ursula smiled down at them before continuing.
"As I understand it, there are probably lots of hypnotists who are members in longer-standing than me who seem friendly enough to fill in for what you need."
"You'd think so, but all the ones who offered are men, which I don't find myself easily trusting, at least on the dominant-side. I tend to work better with women, and unfortunately there are less of us in this club so far."
"That's a shame to hear."
"Very, but everyone spoke highly of you after what you did with that stock-lady," blue eyes looked around, smiled and pointed at Suzanne. "That stock-lady to be exact, and after some admitted stalking from a potential fangirl, I was hoping you would be up for it."
"And what is this event you're taking part in?"
"It's one of a few events tomorrow night. My contribution is me and another hypnotist driving a sub sex-crazy under dual inductions. I really prefer to work with another woman under co-op conditions."
