The Art of True Hypnotism: Retribution and Humiliation
Part Two — Humiliation
A few days after dealing with Janet, Peggy sat at her dining table, sipping coffee and reading The Art of True Hypnotism.
It was late Thursday morning; Peggy taken a few days off work to give herself time to carry her next hypnotic conquest.
The hypnodomme had risen early, and after having passionate, enthusiastic sex with Sean, she had gone to a yoga class. When she returned, she showered and dressed in a simple purple tank top and a pair of white shorts. When she emerged from her bedroom, Sean had breakfast waiting for her, which she had enjoyed out on her back patio in the lovely morning sun.
After breakfast she went inside to study the The Art of True Hypnotism while Sean went for a run.
Peggy was methodically changing her lifestyle to that of a True Hypnodomme, and had decided it was time she had a full-time domestic servant, someone to permanently serve as a live-in maid, cook, sex-slave and anything else she required.
While Sean was now practically living with her, she had something different in mind for him; she was training and conditioning him as her Thrall. A hypnodomme’s most devoted and obedient slave, a Thrall was often a hypnotist’s confidant and most trusted companion. They were usually a naturally submissive person who had wanted to become a slave either consciously or unconsciously, or had discovered that they wished remain one after being captured and embracing their servitude.
By tradition, a True Hypnotist only maintained a single Thrall; they were the highest tier of slave, often given the authority to command the other slaves in a hypnodomme’s stable. They were also often allowed to speak freely, offer opinions and advice, and were frequently trusted make decisions in their owner’s best interest without direction. They often enjoyed far better treatment than their owner’s other slaves, as long as they were reliable and obedient. Thralls were still punished, degraded and humiliated as necessary, although it was usually far less frequent than with lower-tier slaves. They typically required far less reinforcement of post-hypnotic suggestions to keep them obedient.
Sean was growing nicely into the role of her Thrall; recently Peggy had been pondering candidates to hypnotize and make her first full-time menial slave.
After extensive consideration, she had selected a young woman named Katie Walsh as the next addition to her slave stable.
Katie was an attractive twenty-two-year old who had come to work in Peggy’s office a few months earlier.
A stereotypical, self-absorbed young person, Katie was also ditzy, lazy and irresponsible. Frequently late to both arrive in the morning and returning from lunch, she was easily distracted. To put it simply, Katie was a mess. Even worse, she had shown herself to be a judgmental bigot; she was strongly homophobic and more than a little prejudiced toward non-white people.
While Peggy had no problem or reservations about enslaving and humiliating people, enjoying it immensely, she had no bias toward anyone based on their ethnicity or sexual orientation.
Peggy considered Katie a train wreck, little more than a selfish brat who contributed little to society, and a perfect candidate to become a slave. She would be easy to mold into a useful, productive servant who would thrive being told what to do every moment of every day.
The previous week, Katie had come in to work on Monday and abruptly quit, announcing that Friday would be her last day.
Peggy had actually been glad to hear she was leaving, as working with Katie was exasperating to say the least.
The young woman had been excited, explaining that she was going to join her latest boyfriend on some kind of church-based outreach mission somewhere in eastern Europe for a year, where they would be ministering to “underserved” people.
Of course, Katie saw it as a big adventure and year-long vacation. The catch was that she would have to pay a fee upfront and monthly room and board in order to “volunteer” for the program.
Peggy had simply chuckled and shaken her head; Katie was not very worldly, and it sounded like her boyfriend of two weeks had gotten her to agree to join some kind of scam organization or possibly even a cult.
“Like, it’s two thousand upfront to go and I already have that saved. Then it is like seven- hundred a month for room and board, which will kinda suck, but I am getting donations from my family and friends and selling my car,” she had said enthusiastically as she sat at her desk, which was located next to Peggy’s.
Peggy had barely listened, not interested what the vapid young woman was babbling about.
Kendal, under powerful post-hypnotic suggestions from Peggy, paid no attention to Katie’s babbling and kept dutifully working away at her desk across from Peggy’s.
You would look good at my feet you vapid little brat, Peggy had thought, smiling as she imagined the pretty young woman as her foot-slave, sobbing as she sucked on her toes.
Peggy had paused her typing for a moment.
Why not? she had thought to herself.
Peggy realized that Katie was an ideal candidate to be enslaved; people were expecting her to be gone soon so she wouldn’t be immediately missed, and it would be extremely satisfying to see the young woman on her knees.
She had decided then that Katie would become her next slave.
Sean returned from his run and showered, then joined Peggy in the dining room dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt.
“Hello my Enslaved One. How was your run?” Peggy asked, smiling at him.
“Great, thank you Mistress. I feel good,” he replied with smile.
“You look good, too. Very sexy,” she said with a wink.
Sean blushed. He had been working out hard since becoming Peggy’s slave, partially due to her hypnotic motivation; she wanted him fit and healthy, and he wanted to please her. He picked up her empty coffee cup without being prompted and went into the kitchen, returning a moment later with it refilled, setting it on the table in front of her.
“Thank you, my Enslaved One. So are you ready to watch Katie become my slave?” Peggy asked, motioning for Sean to sit.
The hypnotist put her bare feet in his lap, and he began to massage them.
Sean loved Peggy’s feet, and he noticed she had taken extra care to make sure they looked good today. She had commanded Donna to come over the night before and change her nail polish to a sparkly purple, and she wore three toe rings; The gold heart on her right little toe, along with a silver band set with a pink crystal on her right second toe. On her left middle toe was a silver shamrock.
“Absolutely, Mistress. I can’t think of anyone I want to see at your feet more than that twit,” Sean replied with a grin.
He had met Katie a couple times, and he strongly disliked the shallow young woman. He considered her flighty and dumb, although she was undeniably sexy.
“Katie is perfect slave material. Since she quit last week and is planning on going off to Europe, people won’t miss her around here. Besides, if she is going to pay to get brainwashed and serve someone, it might as well be me,” Peggy said, chuckling.
Sean’s cock began to stiffen. He loved Peggy’s wicked streak, and he had come to enjoy watching other people reduced to her slaves and playthings.
“I agree completely Mistress. She will make a perfect slave for you,” Sean replied.
“Yes she will; you won’t have to cook breakfast for me anymore. Don’t worry, I know you like serving me and you will have plenty to do, you will just have more important things,” Peggy said with a wink.
“Yes, Mistress,” Sean said, smiling.
“Okay, she will be here at one o’clock. I knew the entitled little brat would come right over if I mentioned the possibility of donating money for her trip. I am ready for her,” Peggy said confidently.
The sexy hypnotist teasingly stroked Sean’s cock through his jeans with her left foot as she spoke.
Sean smiled and gave a little shudder.
“I have to say, I am going to really enjoy this. I actually hope she cries,” he said, cock growing harder as he continued to massage Peggy’s other foot.
“I can almost guarantee she will. I am looking forward to it too. I won’t feel bad at all about enslaving Katie,” the hypnotist said, continuing to stroke Sean with her foot.
A slight moan of pleasure escaped Sean’s lips as he continued to massage her foot even as she continued to tease him with her other one.
“Take out your cock my Enslaved One,” Peggy commanded.
Sean obeyed, his engorged shaft standing straight up from his jeans.
Smiling, Peggy began to rub his cock with her feet. Slowly, teasingly at first. Up and down.
Sean closed his eyes and whimpered, a goofy grin on his face.
Peggy continued the foot-job, enjoying her Thrall’s look of ecstasy.
“Mmmm…oh…OH…yes… that feels so awesome, Mistress…,” Sean said quietly, trembling at her touch.
“Yes, I know you like that. You love my feet. You love me. You are mine. You will obey my feet…you will obey me. You know in your heart you are mine. I love you, my Enslaved One. Now cum for me. Cum on my feet,” Peggy said in a quiet but firm voice, one foot on each side of his throbbing cock, moving them rapidly up and down.
She stopped stroking him and held her feet in front of him side by side; Sean gave a loud grunt of pleasure and his cock spasmed; he grabbed his shaft and maneuvered it so that the majority of his cum got on Peggy’s feet.
“Thank you, Mistress!” he gasped.
“You are welcome, honey. Now go get a nice warm wet towel and clean us both up,” Peggy replied.
Sean obeyed; after quickly cleaning himself and zipping his jeans, he knelt and carefully washed Peggy’s feet.
“Thank you. Now eat me; I want to be relaxed and focused when Katie arrives,” Peggy said, standing and dropping her shorts.
Sean grinned, kneeling before her and eagerly began to lick at his Mistress’s clit.
He worshipped Peggy’s delicious pussy until she had a powerful orgasm; she was far from satisfied, and Sean continued to lick and suck until she had cum a second time.
Predictably, It was almost one-thirty when Peggy’s doorbell rang; the hypnotist opened the door to reveal a beautiful, slender young woman with long auburn hair in a single braid and big blue eyes behind stylish thick-framed black glasses; she was in excellent shape with fair skin, small but very nice tits and a tight round ass. She wore a short sleeveless top that showed off her sexy midriff and silver navel piercing, as well as an ornate tattoo of an angel and a demon fighting on the small of her back. Her outfit was completed by ridiculously short denim shorts and thin black flip flops, and her toenails were painted black slashed with dark green stripes.
“Hi Peggy! Thank you so much for inviting me over!” Katie said cheerfully, offering a hug.
“Hello Katie. Come on in,” Peggy replied with equal enthusiasm as she accepted the embrace.
Peggy closed the door and led the young woman into her living room.
“Please, have a seat Katie. Can I get you some water? Ice Tea?” Peggy asked.
“Water would be great, thank you!” Katie replied, leaving her flip flops by the door and then sitting on the couch.
Peggy went into the kitchen and returned a moment later with two glasses of water, handing one to Katie as she sat beside her on the couch.
“So how are things going? Getting ready for your big adventure?” Peggy asked pleasantly.
“Ya, I’m so excited! It is going to be so great; Josh says that I am going to fit right in, and we are going to be so busy, and…,” Katie began speaking rapidly, gesturing with enthusiasm as she spoke.
Peggy listened politely, feigning interest. She asked questions and gave Katie positive reinforcement, carefully using hypnotic language during the conversation, steering it slowly in the direction she wished. She also mirrored Katie’s body language; a subtle technique that helped build rapport and set Katie at ease, setting the young woman up to be hypnotized more easily.
“You are going to need a hobby over there,” Peggy suggested firmly after they had been chatting for thirty minutes.
“I am going to need a hobby over there,” Katie repeated without realizing it.
Peggy smirked slightly.
The mirroring was working; Katie was highly suggestible.
“So I was thinking I might like, get back into dance. My ballet instructor used to say I was a natural, and I do have perfect feet,” Katie added.
“Yes, they are very nice,” Peggy said, looking down at Katie’s bare feet.
She did have very nice feet, well-proportioned, smooth and cared for, though perhaps they were perhaps a tad too narrow, if fault could be found with them.
In truth, the comment irked Peggy; she was quite vain about her own feet, and it wasn’t the first time Katie had bragged about her “perfect feet”.
We will just get you a closer look at mine and see who’s are nicer, Peggy thought with smug satisfaction.
The hypnotist imagined the expression that had to be on Sean’s face at the moment; he was listening from her bedroom down the hall.
He was quite in love with Peggy’s feet, and Katie’s arrogant declaration that hers were perfect would rankle him to no end.
“Speaking of perfect, have I ever shown you this necklace?” Peggy asked innocently, holding up her favorite amethyst pendant so it dangled before Katie’s eyes.
“Um, no…,” Katie said with obvious disinterest.
“Well have a look at it Katie. A close look…see how it sparkles?” Peggy said as she subtly began her induction.
“Okay…yeah, it’s…nice, I guess…,” the young woman said.
Despite her lack of interest, her blue eyes were on the glittering purple stone.
“It is very soothing to look at…especially when it moves…back and forth…just watch it for a moment Katie…it really draws your eyes…watch the beautiful amethyst as it moves and listen to my voice…,” Peggy continued smoothly.
The pendant began to swing gently in front of Katie’s eyes.
“Like, ya it is pretty…,” Katie agreed.
She was confused by Peggy’s words and actions, but her eyes were drawn to the sparkling pendant.
“Just relax, Katie. Relax, and listen to the sound of my voice…as you keep watching the pendant swing back…and forth…notice that you are are feeling sleepy…very sleepy as you watch the amethyst swing back…and forth… noticing your eyelids are getting heavy…very heavy…relax…,” Peggy purred in her practiced hypnotist’s voice.
“Wait, like, are you trying to hypnotize me?” Katie asked with a chuckle.
Despite her skepticism, her eyelids had begun to droop, even as her eyes followed the swinging amethyst.
“I am hypnotizing you, Katie…you cannot take your eyes off the swinging amethyst…you are feeling very relaxed…relaxing more and more with every word I speak…you are feeling sleepy…sleepy…your eyelids are so heavy now…,” Peggy continued smoothly.
“Peggy…this is lame, you…you can’t…hypnotize…me,” Katie stammered.
The young woman frowned; she felt suddenly light-headed, and her body was tingling pleasantly.
Katie’s eyelids had begun to flutter behind the lenses of her glasses; she suddenly felt panic rising within her as she tried to take her eyes from the amethyst and found to her her horror she could not.
Katie whimpered as her eyes were pulled along involuntarily, back and forth, even as her eyelids grew heavier.
Peggy grinned.
“The harder you try to stay awake, the sleepier you become…just give in and relax completely…it will feel so good… Sleep, Katie…sleep…you cannot stay awake…sleep now,” the hypnotist continued.
Katie’s eyelids slammed shut and she slumped back into the couch as she relaxed completely, sinking into hypnosis.
Katie’s simple mind had been easily captured; Peggy regarded the the beautiful young woman with a wicked smile as she put her pendant around her neck.
“Damn, she looks good in a trance. I can’t wait to see the look on little “Miss Perfect Feet’s” face when she is down on her hands and knees worshipping yours,” Sean said quietly as he entered the room.
An erection bulged in his pants as he watched.
Peggy winked and smiled at her Thrall.
Sean stood quietly and watched as the hypnotist deepened Katie’s trance and then implanted carefully worded hypnotic suggestions into her mind; Katie would find herself completely unable to resist Peggy’s commands even while awake and aware, with no memory of being hypnotized; she also now had a trigger hidden in her subconscious that would send her instantly into a deep hypnotic trance whenever Peggy spoke it.
Satisfied, a smirking Peggy snapped her fingers.
Katie’s eyes fluttered open; she looked around, a slightly confused expression on her face.
Then she shrugged.
“Anyway, nice necklace Peggy. Where was I? Oh yes, I don’t want these perfect feet of mine to go to waste, so I think I will get back into dance while I am in Europe; did I already tell you that?” Katie said.
Peggy sighed.
“Katie you are not going to Europe, honey. There has been a change of plans,” she said calmly.
“Wait, what?” Katie asked, confused.
“You are going to stay right here with me. You are going to serve me; you have become my slave, honey,” Peggy informed her, enjoying the little game.
“Uh…yeah… okay,” Katie said slowly, looking at Peggy as if she were nuts.
“I am sorry but it is true; I hypnotized you, and now you are mine Katie. My slave, just like Sean here,” Peggy replied with a smile.
“Hypnotized? That isn’t real…wait, where did he come from?” Katie asked, suddenly alarmed to see Sean.
It was as if he had appeared by magic.
“Hypnotism is very real…isn’t it Sean?” Peggy asked sweetly.
“Yes Mistress Peggy,” Sean agreed.
“What, you think you hypnotized me with your necklace? Like in the movies?” Katie said, laughing.
“Exactly like in the movies; you just just could not take your eyes off the pretty amethyst pendant,” Peggy informed her, patting her necklace.
“Right…anyway, this has gotten weird, so I’m going to just go…Peggy, I am so sorry for you. Hypnosis,” Katie said with pity, rising and walking toward the door where her flip-flops waited.
“You are not going anywhere, Katie. Your feet are stuck to the floor. You cannot pick them up,” Peggy said firmly.
Katie snorted…then stopped.
She grunted in surprise, suddenly unable to pick up her feet.
“Oh my god! What the hell?” she asked as she desperately tried to life her foot.
It was as if it had been glued to the floor.
Peggy and Sean both chuckled.
“What? How? I don’t understand!” Katie said, grunting in frustration as her bare foot stayed firmly stuck, the post-hypnotic suggestion buried deep in her mind making Peggy’s command work.
“Hypnotism, Katie. True Hypnotism. Now you will come back here and stand in front of me,” Peggy said firmly.
Katie looked stunned as she turned and walked stiffly back to stand before the smirking hypnotist.
Completely against her will.
“You…you can’t do this! Hypnotism doesn’t work this way!” Katie protested.
“No, hypnotherapy and stage hypnotism don’t…but True Hypnotism does. That is what I used on you, dear,” Peggy replied smugly.
“True Hypnotism? What the fuck is that?” Katie asked, dumbfounded as she tried to head for the door but was held fast by Peggy’s command.
“Im not going to explain it to your simple mind. Your life is about to change. Instead of joining that cult, you are going to serve me,” Peggy informed her with satisfaction.
“What?” Katie asked, suddenly fearful.
She was starting to grasp the situation.
Peggy had done something to her, to her mind, and now she was unable to resist her former coworker’s orders.
“You are going to be my slave, Katie. Full-time. But first you need to be put in your place. Trained,” Peggy said wickedly.
“Oh my god! You are serious? I…help! HELP!” Katie began to yell.
“Shut up, Katie. You may talk, but no yelling,” Peggy ordered calmly.
“I…why? Why are you doing this to me?” Katie asked quietly.
Her lip began to quiver, and tears welled-up in her eyes.
“Because you will make a perfect slave, Katie. You are a mess; ditzy, lazy irresponsible…and you are a homophobic racist…one who thinks far too much of her feet,” Peggy replied, chuckling.
“Wait, you can’t do this! Please, I didn’t do anything to you, and—,” Katie began in a shaky voice.
“Of course I can. You will be better off, contributing much more to society. And you will be taken care of, something you desperately need,” Peggy cut her off.
“Peggy, goddamn it I will—,” Katie began angrily.
“You will kneel,” Peggy cut her off loudly.
Katie felt an overwhelming compulsion to obey; she sank to her knees with a stunned whimper.
Sean smiled.
“Oh-Em-G!” Katie said tearfully.
She waved her arms comically as she tried futilely to stand.
“Seriously? Did you really just say a text abbreviation?” Peggy asked in exasperation.
Katie didn’t reply, struggling desperately to stand.
The hypnotist reached down and carefully removed Katie’s glasses, setting them on the coffee table.
“Katie, why don’t you get down and kiss my feet; you think yours are so nice, but really mine are much better. You really need to get acquainted with them, you are going to be worshipping them regularly,” Peggy said pleasantly.
“Eww, I will not!” Katie huffed.
She was trembling with a combination of fear and anger.
“You will kiss my feet slave-Katie. Now!” Peggy commanded.
Katie looked horrified as she slowly went to her hands and knees; she began to half-heartedly kiss Peggy’s sexy bare feet.
“Come on Katie, you can do better than that,” Peggy admonished.
She smiled at Sean as he watched Katie, helpless to stop her humiliating actions.
Peggy let her new slave continue for a moment, then walked toward Sean. As she expected, Katie crawled after her, continuing to kiss. The hypnotist walked up to her Thrall and kissed him passionately. She reached down and squeezed his erection, then began to undress. Sean did the same. When they were both naked, they moved to the couch and sat. Sean began to suck Peggy’s tits while the hypnotist began to instruct the now sobbing Katie on the art of foot worship.
The newly-minted foot-slave slave licking every inch of Peggy’s feet; she kissed every part, sucked on each of her toes and massaged them with her hands.
“Don’t worry Katie, eventually I will tell you that you like doing that, that you love my feet…but not yet. Right now I want you to feel helpless, disgusted with yourself. I am sure you do, since you would never worship my feet if you still had free will,” Peggy told her cruelly.
The hypnotist was trying to break Katie down as completely as possible so that her subconscious would accept her fate as a slave.
After a lengthy foot-worship session, Peggy continued to dominate Katie, making her eat her pussy, giving her in-depth instructions on pleasuring her with her mouth and hands.
After she had cum on Katie’s face twice, she commanded the hapless slave to suck Sean’s sizable cock which lead to some comical sputtering. After Katie swallowed his load, Peggy commanded her to strip and stand in the middle of the room.
“Next lesson is rim jobs. Eat my ass, Katie,” Peggy commanded, rising from the couch and turning around.
Reaching back, she spread her cheeks.
Katie burst into fresh tears; she tried to scream but could not, due to Peggy’s suggestions. She tried to flee, and again she was unable to do as she wished.
Her free will was gone.
Katie had to obey Peggy.
She cried and stomped her feet, swinging her arms wildly; she was having a full-blown meltdown, like an angry toddler having a tantrum.
Peggy turned back, and she and Sean watched as Katie’s episode, slightly bemused smiles on their faces.
After a moment, Katie went silent and stopped flailing her arms, breathing hard and her face streaked with tears.
Peggy smiled ruthlessly; she had wondered if she would have a stab of conscience after beginning the process of enslaving Katie, who in truth did not deserve what was being done to her.
She didn’t.
In truth, Peggy was enjoying herself immensely; the power, the control she had over the vapid young woman was intoxicating and arousing, and she liked seeing the irritating Katie helplessly falling deeper under her power.
A true hypnodomme couldn’t afford attacks of conscience.
Peggy was a true hypnodomme.
“All done? Okay, now you will eat my ass, Katie,” Peggy said as if admonishing a child, reassuming her position, slightly bent forward with her ass cheeks spread.
Katie gave a choked sob as she knelt and pressed her face into Peggy’s asshole.
“Mmmm…yes, get in there and really lick my asshole…good girl!” Peggy said, giggling.
Katie continued to worship Peggy’s ass helplessly as Sean’s cock began to grow stiff once more.
Peggy commanded Sean to eat her pussy while Katie continued to eat her asshole, and it wasn’t long before she had an orgasm, followed quickly by a second and then a third.
Temporarily satisfied, Peggy ordered Katie to stop her ass-worship.
She then commanded to Sean masturbate and cum in the kneeling Katie’s face.
He grinned as he stroked his cock, clearly enjoying every second.
“Make sure you don’t move, Katie. Cum now, Sean!” Peggy commanded.
“You are fucking horrible! You’re a monster!” Katie said to Peggy, only managing a slight flinch as Sean shot his load onto her face.
“Yes, I have been called that before. Clean your face” Peggy agreed, tossing Katie a towel from a pile Sean had fetched from the bathroom.
Katie obediently cleaned her tear and cum-streaked face.
Sean laughed at her, clearly enjoying the situation immensely, watching the arrogant and self-centered Katie degraded and humiliated.
He loved watching his mistress work.
Peggy once more had the naked Katie stand in the middle of the room, while Sean sat at his Mistress’ feet.
“Looking at me arouses you Katie…you cannot help it…you are horny for me, you want me…the harder you fight it, the hornier you become… masturbate to me now, Katie,” Peggy commanded.
Katie looked mortified; she suddenly found herself becoming aroused, horny for the very woman who had enslaved and humiliated her.
She helplessly began to finger herself; her arousal grew as Peggy and Sean watched, and soon she is vigorously stroking her clit, moaning.
“Fuck…I…hate you…oh fuck…I want you Peggy,” she gasped.
“That’s it…good girl! Almost there…You feel so good Katie, so aroused…you want me, want to serve me, to obey me…I am now your teacher, your provider, your protector and your owner! You are mine now Katie! You are my slave! Cum now Katie! Cum now and know in your heart you are mine!” Peggy said loudly.
Katie gasped as she orgasmed, moaning and sobbing as her body trembled. Her free will was completely shattered; the young woman now totally enslaved to Peggy.
“I..I am yours,” Katie said in trembling voice.
“Say it again, slave-Katie,” Peggy commanded.
“I am yours,” Katie said.
“Cum, Katie! Cum again and say it again, loud!” Peggy ordered.
“I AM YOURS!” Katie said loudly as her body shuddered with pleasure.
Katie had become Peggy’s slave, completely and totally in heart and mind.
Over the next few weeks Katie settled into her new life as a full-time slave.
Peggy hypnotized her each day and commanded her to masturbate to her while repeating the mantra of Peggy being her “teacher, provider, protector and her owner” to reinforce her enslavement.
Very soon, the young woman was utterly unable to think for herself; she obeyed and served Peggy without question. She shopped, cleaned, cooked, sucked Sean’s cock and ate Peggy’s pussy.
Katie also became especially skilled in the art of foot-worship, thanks to daily training; she often spent hours at her Mistress’s feet.
Peggy made sure the hapless young woman ate healthy, exercised and got proper rest. She sent Katie to the salon every week for a pedicure, and had her enroll in culinary and martial arts classes. Peggy also planned to have her slave study other useful subjects at the local community college.
Katie was well on her way to becoming the perfect slave.