The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Part One, Peggy’s Revelation

“That was fun; I’m hungry,” Casey said jovially as she walked out of a seedy billiard hall-pub.

“You are always hungry, Case,” her wife Alex replied with a chuckle, walking beside her.

“Hey, I worked up an appetite in there! Plus, the food actually looked good. I should have grabbed a burger,” Casey lamented.

“Gross. I would never eat in a place like that,” Mariah commented, making a disgusted face.

“Your loss, Sweet Cheeks,” Casey replied with a shrug.

Peggy and Bella exchanged glances and laughed at their friends’ banter as the Fascinating Five headed for their vehicles, parked just down the block.

“As long as we are gone before the cops get here and find all that meth and other crap,” Peggy said.

“I think we did a good thing today…and it was fun,” Bella added.

The billiard hall was located on a somewhat secluded Boise side street that connected to several of the main thoroughfares.

The five hypnotists had gone into the establishment to have a talk with a local drug dealer named Kenneth Murphy or “Kenny”, who had been making threats against Alex’s mother Susan, who was also now dating Mariah.

Kenny had not been reasonable, and so had incurred the wrath of the five powerful women.

The drug dealer had over a dozen associates and employees with him, all of whom were more than happy to get violent with women.

They hadn’t stood a chance.

Kenny’s thugs had all been beaten, hypnotized or transformed into animals in a matter of moments.

Peggy, Alex and Bella were skilled martial-artists, with Peggy and Bella both using self-hypnosis to enhance their prowess. The three of them had easily dispatched a half-dozen men with brutal efficiency, leaving them unconscious and bleeding on the floor, several with broken noses or arms.

Casey had easily hypnotized three more, two men and a woman, and had commanded the two men to ass-fuck one another while she ordered the woman pleasure herself with a pool cue.

Alex used her beautiful red-diamond engagement ring to hypnotize two scantily-dressed prostitutes who came at her wielding pool cues as clubs, then suggested they fight a duel; the two women proceeded to beat each other senseless with the cues.

Mariah had smoothly hypnotized two more thugs, as well as two of the pub’s patrons who came to Kenny’s aid, with her seductive belly dancing. She had then casually transformed the bartender, a loud overweight woman, into a small squealing pig after she had pulled a shotgun on them.

Peggy had used the Mistress’s Gaze to hypnotize Kenny’s girlfriend Ashley, an attractive redhead, and ordered her to perform a striptease on a pool table, then had her start masturbating while being unable to cum.

Bella hypnotized a man while she held him paralyzed with The Serpent’s gaze, using a butterfly induction. After she dropped him at her feet, she used her pocket-watch to put a middle-aged man and his wife who tried to call the police into a trance and reduced them to the mentality of toddlers.

After dealing with the thugs and patrons, Peggy and Mariah used their magic to each transform one of Kenny’s bodyguards, into a rat and a toad respectively, utter contempt on their faces as they chanted the words to change them.

As a group, the Fascinating Five cornered a suddenly fearful Kenny, a skinny weasel of a man with thin stringy blonde hair and grey eyes, in a back room filled with drugs and cash.

“Listen, I am sorry, ok? Just take the cash I have here and go. Please. I will never bother Susan again!” he begged, after Casey had yanked a pistol out of his hand with her mind.

“Sorry, you had your chance,” Peggy said coldly.

Kenny had let out a frustrated scream of rage and lunged forward, fists raised.

He froze as Bella’s eyes began to glow blue, The Serpent’s Gaze holding him fast.

Then Casey unleashed a stream of almost invisible flashes from her eyes into his.

“Strip naked,” she commanded.

Bella released Kenny from her gaze, and he helplessly obeyed, removing his clothing.

Next Alex stepped forward and casually laid her hand on his arm.

“You are correct, you will not bother my mother ever again. Now you will punch yourself in your balls. Hard,” she suggested firmly.

Hypnotic energy flowed from her into him, and he looked horrified as she slammed his fist into his own groin.

As he was gagging in pain, Peggy casually brought her knee up into his stomach, then picked up a half empty bottle of beer from a nearby table and dumped it over his head.

“Please…I…am sorry…just…stop,” Kenny begged pathetically.

Peggy laughed mockingly, and the others joined her.

“I am a little tired, would you do the honors?” she asked Mariah.

“I’d be delighted,” the hypnotist-witch replied.

Mariah began to gesture and chant.

“So why did you go with a snake?” Alex asked as they reached Mariah’s van.

“It seemed appropriate,” Mariah replied with a shrug.

“Very appropriate. Now let’s go get lunch,” Casey added, climbing into the van.

Casey’s Thrall Janessa was behind the wheel, Lavea in the passenger seat. Sean and Shaw were in the driver and passenger seats of Bella’s new blue BMW parked in front of them.

The four slaves had been the hypnotists’ backup.

The Fascinating Five barely had a hair out of place among them; they had all dressed a bit more practically than they usually did for their excursion, putting their hair in buns or ponytails and wearing less jewelry than normal. Of course, Alex was wearing a simple, short white dress and barefoot, and Peggy was barefoot as well, wearing a purple crop top and jeans. Mariah wore one of her long colorful skirts and a boho white peasant top with flat brown sandals that laced up her calves, and Casey had on a blue halter top and matching flip flops with her jeans. Bella wore long-sleeved blue top cut high to show off her abs with matching seamless leggings and white cross-trainers.

“Where to folks?” Peggy called before getting the backseat with Bella.

“How about The Slice? Pizza sounds good,” Alex suggested.

“Fuck yes!” Casey called from the van.

Alex giggled as she climbed into the van beside her wife and kissed her.

The others agreed, and the Fascinating Five headed off to lunch as if they had just finished perusing a farmer’s market.

Late that evening, Peggy was sitting on the deck behind her house, relaxing while Katie massaged her feet.

She was naked, having just spent nearly three hours having vigorous sex with Sean and Lavea. The action earlier in the day had made her even hornier than usual, and it had taken her lovers a lot of effort to satisfy her.

After she was finally sated, Peggy had left her Thrall and favorite female slave asleep in her bed and gone downstairs to relax and enjoy the cool evening air on her skin, commanding Katie to attend her feet.

Peggy had a lot on her mind, and she was growing aroused again. She was considering having Katie suck her toes while she masturbated or simply having the auburn-haired slave eat her pussy so she could focus when her phone chimed.

Checking it, she saw a message from Mariah.

Are you busy? May I come over? the text read.

Sure, Peggy texted back.

A few minutes later Mariah walked into the backyard, Hypnos and Hecate walking beside her. The hypnotist-witch was topless and barefoot, her hair down. She wore a vibrant green, yellow and orange tie-dyed skirt.

“Hi Mariah. Can I have Katie fetch you a drink?” Peggy asked.

“Sure, I’ll take a beer please,” Mariah said, sitting in the deck chair beside Peggy.

“Katie, you will bring us each one of those new lagers Sean brought home yesterday,” Peggy commanded.

“Yes, Domina,” Katie said, rising and heading into the house.

“So, what’s up? Is Susan asleep?” Peggy asked.

“Yes, actually. She and Nathan both stayed over tonight, and I wore them out. I really think he is going to end up my Thrall,” Mariah replied.

“Sean and Lavea are out upstairs, they can’t keep up with me either. What’s the matter, not eager to get married?” Peggy teased.

Mariah laughed.

“I don’t see that happening. Especially to a man. I love men and I am totally bi when it comes to sex, but I do believe in female superiority. Men should serve women,” she said.

“Absolutely,” Peggy agreed as Katie brought out two bottles of beer, the caps removed.

Without a word, the sexy slave handed them to the hypnotists and then went back to massaging her owner’s feet.

“You and Sean have a great relationship. He gets his place, and you don’t have to hypnotize him all the time and keep conditioning him. Nathan is interested in retiring from the force and becoming my Thrall, but I understand it is a big step and I would rather him be willing…at first,” Mariah said, sipping her beer.

Peggy nodded.

“I didn’t give Sean a choice, but he turned out to be a submissive at heart so I was lucky there. If I had to truly break him like Katie here, we wouldn’t be partners and lovers like we are,” she said.

“You did such a great job with her,” Mariah commented.

“Thanks. I actually enjoyed it a lot; watching her slowly realize she was mine…it was very erotic,” Peggy said with a chuckle.

Mariah smiled.

“That is kind of what I wanted to talk to you about, Peggy. You are a massively talented hypnotist, with huge potential. The Goddess had spoken to you. I feel like it is time for you to take the next steps in your training. To get really serious,” she said, taking another drink from her bottle.

Peggy raised an eyebrow.

“Meaning what?” she asked.

In truth, she was very interested in what Mariah had to say.

“Well, as you know I am a seer, a priestess of Hypnothea. I started learning from my aunt and her huge library, and have continued my studies on my own for most of my adult life. Serving Hypnothea is in our bloodline. There are so many things that a typical true hypnotist doesn’t know, so many uses of hypnotism that many of them simply aren’t capable of learning to use. Controlling other peoples’ minds is only the beginning. You can do so much more with a little guidance,” Mariah replied.

Peggy smiled.

“Honey, I love the sound of that. I mean, you are already teaching me witchcraft, and Bella has helped me a lot. I have learned The Mistress’s Gaze…,” she said.

Mariah nodded.

“Yes, you are an amazingly talented woman, Peggy. But like I said, I think you have barely even scratched the surface of your potential. I have a lot of knowledge that I have never shared with anyone. I believe Hypnothea wants me to share it with you,” she said solemnly.

Peggy took another sip from her beer.

“Mariah, I really appreciate that, and I will be happy to learn anything you want to share. I’ll be honest, The Art of True Hypnotism and The Codex of Hypnothea seem to be…confounding me. I learned the basics, but I have trouble reading and understanding when I try to delve further,” she said.

Mariah nodded.

“You have to read the books a certain way…I am afraid that Bella won’t get much out of The Art either…she’s an awesome hypnotist, and has potential…but I don’t think she’s in your league, honestly. Still, it was nice of you to loan her the book,” she said.

Peggy frowned; something nagged at the back of her mind when Mariah mentioned Peggy loaning Bella The Art of True Hypnotism.

She dismissed the feeling and focused on her conversation with Mariah.

“I don’t understand, read them in a certain way?” she asked.

“You need to be in a specific type of trance when you study either book to get the most out of them. I am sure you would have figured it out eventually. I know we have been ridiculously busy lately, occupied with other things. I would like to help you focus on your studies for a bit, maybe three or four days. Share as much about Hypnothea as I can and show you what you are capable of,” Mariah replied.

Peggy was thoughtful.

“I would love that, honey. I am grateful you are willing to do it. But why me? Why not unlock all this power for yourself?” she asked.

Mariah chuckled.

“I have a lot of power…but a lot of it I am not capable of. Magic is nice, fantastic even. It is a very useful tool. But it isn’t hypnotism. I don’t have the potential you do, Peggy. You can be…incredible,” she said.

“But again, why me? I don’t understand,” Peggy asked, frustrated.

Mariah took a deep breath.

“It is a bloodline thing; Hypnothea was once mortal, and she bore five children, all girls. Each established a bloodline. Most of them have been severed; you might be one of the last true Daughters of Hypnothea,” Mariah said.

Peggy looked incredulous, nearly falling out of her chair.

“I am related to Her?” she asked quietly.

“I think so. Very distantly. Like I said, we should go somewhere quiet for a few days and study. I’d like to hypnotize you and test your true potential. It is what a Sybil of Hypnothea is supposed to do. It is a blessing we met, and that we became friends. It is my duty to help you reach your potential…and I want to help you, as well. If you are willing, of course,” Mariah said.

Peggy drained her beer.

She took a deep breath.

“Mariah, I already have so much power, and it is a struggle to keep it from going to my head. Now you are telling me I can have more? A lot more?” she asked.

Mariah nodded.

“ Alot more, Peggy. Like, demigoddess level power,” she said carefully.

Peggy looked at her incredulously once again, then laughed.

“Are you serious? You want me to have that kind of power? Mariah, I will use it. Shamelessly,” she said, shaking her head.

“Good. You should. It isn’t like you’ll be invincible. It will be dangerous, because there are very powerful hypnotists our there with schemes and goals of their own. They will want to challenge you, recruit you, dominate you. Most of them do not believe in The Goddess, or even follow another one. But Hypnothea wants you to have this power, so I do too. I trust you,” Mariah replied reassuringly.

Peggy shook her head.

“I don’t trust me,” she replied.

In the cage inside her mind, Dark Peggy laughed.

Wise choice, darling, she whispered.

Peggy swallowed hard and silenced her darkness.

“How about if I put a trigger in your mind? So, you know, I can…reign you in if you get out of control? I mean, if you trust me…,” Mariah suggested.

Peggy smiled.

She’s right. I need to get serious about my powers. And why not? I want more power. I need to do what she is suggesting. No more procrastinating. Time to embrace your potential. Demigoddess level…yes, I want that, she told herself.

Peggy discarded her doubts.

“Of course, I trust you Mariah. That is a fabulous idea, honey. Okay…okay, when do we leave?”Peggy asked eagerly.

Part Two, Jing-Mei’s Revelation

Jing-Mei was being marched down a hallway in a huge, old mansion.

She was disheveled, her hair matted with dirt and blood. She wore a snug black bodysuit that was ripped in several places, and she was barefoot. Her face, hands and feet were filthy.

She was gagged with a piece of red silk, her hands zip-tied behind her back, and her body ached.

Behind her walked Lady Casey, looking elegant as always in a dark purple evening gown and strappy high-heeled sandals; beside her was Mistress Alexandria in a pristine white dress, her long hair in a single braid and her feet bare.

The two younger hypnotists ushered Jing-Mei into a huge room that had once been the house’s library.

It was brightly-lit, and there were over a dozen people waiting for them.

“Hello Jing-Mei,” Domina Peggy said pleasantly.

The woman known as The Hypnotic Tyrant was sitting directly across from the door in a large ornate bronze chair with purple velvet cushions.

Peggy was topless, her thick wavy hair down and brushed. An antique emerald pendant rested between her breasts, and she wore a long, deep purple skirt. She wore stacks of gold bangle bracelets on both wrists, and a huge green emerald glittered in her pierced navel, and her feet were bare, with gold and silver rings set with a variety of gems adorning every toe save the big ones. Her finger and toenails were a shimmering purple.

To her right stood Bella and Mariah.

Bella looked radiant in a blue evening gown and tall heels; Mariah was naked, wearing only her abundant jewelry.

An array of people enslaved to Peggy stood along the right wall, including Sean and Lavea.

In front of her, Charissa and Liliana knelt respectfully, one knee on the ground and their heads bowed. They were both wearing simple green gowns, no jewelry, and were barefooted.

On the left wall, Gillian hung from chains attached to the ceiling. She was naked, and her feet barely touched the floor. Beside her was Vanessa, similarly chained and naked. Both were blindfolded and gagged, silver clamps on their nipples.

Alex forced Jing-Mei to her knees in front of a smirking Peggy, and then she and Casey moved to stand on Peggy’s left.

“So, you were the last holdout, Jing-Mei. The great leader of the resistance. You put up a pretty good fight, I will give you that. I almost had to come get you myself. But it is over now. I win. Are you ready to submit? Charissa and Liliana work for me willingly now. I would love to have you as well. Think about it; you may have all your fine clothes and shoes back, an endless supply of pussy-worshipping slaves, and all the power you can dream of. All you have to do is crawl to me and kiss my feet. Do that, and I will pardon you for opposing me. Refuse, and I will torment you for days, weeks; I will let Lavea have her way with you, and you will get passed around as a sex-slave…then I will hypnotize you into my little ass-eating bitch, and when I am tired of your face in my ass, I will transform you into a rat. It is your choice,” Peggy said haughtily.

She snapped her fingers, and Jing-Mei’s gag and bonds disappeared.

Peggy then smiled evilly and extended her right foot.

“Come on, all you have to do is crawl to me and kiss my feet,” she said soothingly.

Tears began to trickle from Jing-Mei’s eyes.

“No,” she growled.

The rumor was that willingly kissing the Hypnotic Tyrant Peggy’s bare feet turned a person instantly into a loyal, obedient puppet of the powerful hypnodomme.

Permanently.

Peggy smiled.

“I figured you didn’t care what I did to you. You have wonderful resolve, and I admire your courage. However, I am aware of your weakness,” she said.

Peggy snapped, and a door Jing-Mei hadn’t noticed opened to her left.

She gasped in shock as her sister Jayde stepped into the room.

She was naked and carrying a large, high-caliber revolver.

Jayde wore the dazed expression of someone deep under Peggy’s hypnotic influence.

“Jayde!” Jing-Mei shouted.

“Slave-Jayde, put that gun to your temple and pull back the hammer,” Peggy commanded.

“Yes, Domina Peggy,” Jayde said.

She put the gun to her temple and the hammer made a very loud click as she pulled it back with her thumb.

“No! Please!” Jing-Mei screamed.

Peggy raised an eyebrow, imitating Jing-Mei’s trademark expression.

She extended her foot again.

“Join me willingly, and I will allow Jayde to be your partner when you are carrying out my orders,” Peggy said.

Sobbing, Jing-Mei went to her hands and knees and began to crawl to Peggy.

The tyrant’s sexy bare foot was getting closer; through her tears Jing-Mei could see the various gemstones on her toe rings sparkling.

Her free will was getting further away, about to become a memory.

The defeated Asian hypnotist lowered her lips to Peggy’s foot, knowing she was about to willingly become completely enslaved to The Hypnotic Tyrant.

Jing-Mei awoke with a shout; she sat up in her huge bed, drenched in sweat.

She was in the master bedroom in her condo at the Spiral.

Alone.

“Just a dream,” she told herself.

One she’d had several times recently.

The hypnotist closed her eyes and began to take deep breaths.

Jing-Mei entered self-hypnosis and took a moment to relax herself completely.

It was just a dream. Peggy is a friend, and she would never go that far, or get that powerful, she told herself.

JIng-Mei brought herself out of trance and went into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

It was well after midnight; Jing-Mei had no intention of going back to sleep. She took a nice long hot shower, then dressed casually in jeans and a gold halter top. She put her hair in a messy bun, and slipped on her favorite ruby pendant and a pair of sky-high strappy black stiletto sandals, placing her gold and emerald toe ring on her left middle toe. She went to Miranda’s room and woke her, informing her Thrall she was going for a walk and that her bedding needed to be changed.

Jing-Mei grabbed her purse and left her condo, then took the elevator down to The Spiral’s main lobby. It was usually deserted at this time of night, so she didn’t bother with the VIP exits.

She had considered going to her sister’s apartment, but Jayde had been spending a lot of time with her girlfriend since she had brought Jennika into the True Hypnotism world, and Jing-Mei didn’t want to bother them so late.

Jing-Mei was glad Jayde was finally happy.

Instead, she opted to go for a walk.

The night air was a bit chilly as she moved purposefully down the sidewalk.

On the next block over, there was a large gas station that was open twenty-four hours, and had an abundance of junk food, or “comfort food” as Tiny Tough called it.

Jing-Mei could use some comfort, and her diminutive friend had taught her the joys of gas station snack runs.

The beautiful Asian hypnodomme stepped into the store and began to select candy and chips, intending to take them back to her suite and watch movies and perhaps ride Roger’s cock a bit to relieve some tension.

Jing-Mei moved up to the counter with her items. The young woman behind the register smiled as she rang them up, having seen Jing-Mei in the store previously, during her now-weekly trips to Boise from her home in Seattle.

“How are you tonight, ma’am?” the young female clerk asked.

She had seen Jing-Mei in the store several times in the past few months.

“I am wonderful, thank you Tina. How are you?” Jing-Mei asked with a smile.

A year ago, she wouldn’t have cared in the slightest about the young woman.

Now, she was actually interested in how she was doing.

Damn you, Casey! You infected me with your conscience!, Jing-Mei thought to herself, suppressing a chuckle.

“I’m doing okay, thank you. Just tired, trying to work and go to school. You know, the usual,” the young woman laughed as she bagged Jing-Mei’s snacks.

“That sounds very stressful, actually. Perhaps I can help,” Jing-Mei replied after running her credit card.

She was about to offer to pay Tina’s tuition so she could quit her job when the man in line behind her shoved his way past her to the counter.

“No one cares, chink. Go back to China or Korea or wherever,” the man said, slamming a twelve-pack of beer down.

“Sir, that isn’t necessary—,” Tina began.

“Shut up and do your job. This isn’t social hour. Give me two packs of reds, while you are at it,” the man replied irritably.

He was tall, perhaps thirty-two, with unkempt shoulder-length blonde hair and a beer gut; he had broad shoulders and wore a blue flannel shirt and jeans, along with well-worn work boots.

“Excuse me sir, but I believe you owe both of us an apology,” Jing-Mei said coolly.

The man looked at her and snorted.

“Fuck you, chink. Come to think of it, I would fuck you. Right in your little mouth so you can’t talk,” he said crudely.

Jing-Mei raised her eyebrow, pondering whether she should hypnotize him, beat him senseless, or both.

Before she could decide, the man grunted as a fist slammed into his kidney.

The blow was followed quickly by a second, then a third.

Before the man could turn around, a hand seized his hair and forced his head down, banging his face hard on the counter.

The man grunted in pain as an elbow was driven into his back, and a fist collided hard with the side of his head.

He slumped to the floor at Jing-Mei’s feet.

“Fucking asshole, you can’t talk to her like that!” a man’s voice said angrily.

The Asian hypnotist hadn’t even flinched at the unexpected violence.

“Hello Sean. It is lovely to see you as always,” she said, smiling.

“High Mistress, are you ok?” the young man asked, breathing just a bit heavy from his exertions.

His face was red, and he looked angry.

The man on the floor groaned.

Jing-Mei casually slammed a sandaled foot into his face.

“I am fine, thank you. And thank you for defending my honor,” she said.

Jing-Mei stepped over the groaning man and embraced Sean.

Tina stood silently, a look of surprise on her face.

“I know you could have handled him in your sleep, but he pissed me off,” Sean said after they had hugged.

“That is quite alright. I enjoyed seeing him beaten. Thank you again,” Jing-Mei replied with a smile.

Sean nodded, flushing.

His cock bulged in his jeans.

Jing-Mei was the only woman who got him anywhere near as hot as Peggy did.

She picked up her items, then took her checkbook from her purse and wrote Tina a personal check for one-hundred-thousand dollars.

“Here you are, dear. Perhaps you won’t be so tired if you can quit this job. Although I will miss seeing you in here,” the hypnotist said, handing the clerk the check.

“Holy fucking shit, is this real?” the young woman asked in shock.

“Quite real. Will that help?” Jing-Mei asked.

Sean laughed.

“Are you serious? Oh my god, thank you!” Tina said, rushing around the counter and hugging Jing-Mei.

“You are quite welcome dear. Have a lovely night. Call the police on this disgusting man. Sean, come, you may escort me back to The Spiral,” Jing-Mei said with a smile.

She took Sean’s arm.

“I’d be honored, High Mistress,” Sean replied.

“Thank you so much! Have an awesome…life!” Tina called after them, staring disbelievingly at the check.

“Is Domina Peggy not with you?” Jing-Mei asked as they walked across the parking lot.

“No, she is studying with Mariah for the next week or so. I am staying at her condo at the Spiral for a couple of days, changing out some furnishings and decorations and doing some other chores. I just walked down here to grab a Coke and get some fresh air,” Sean replied.

“I see; well I am happy to have run into you. Peggy is very lucky to have you as her Thrall,” Jing-Mei said kindly.

“Hey! You cunts, get back here!” an angry voice shouted behind them before Sean could reply.

Sean and Jing-Mei turned back to see the man Sean had beaten walking out of the store, a look of rage on his face bruised face.

“May I?” Jing-Mei asked with a smirk.

“Of course, High Mistress,” Sean said, taking her bag and purse.

Jing-Mei walked back to the man, her heels clicking on the pavement.

“Oh, does the little chink want to hit me?” the man taunted.

Jing-Mei began to move gracefully, circling him and moving her body and arms rhythmically.

Hypnotically.

Then she struck.

She stared into the man’s eyes, and kicked him hard in the thigh, targeting a very precise spot.

“Your leg is numb,” she said firmly in her hypnotist’s voice.

The man tried to grab her, but she easily sidestepped and backed away.

“What the fuck? Hold still!” the man roared.

He was surprised to find that when he tried to chase her, his leg was tingling with a pins-and-needles sensation as if it had fallen asleep, slowing him down.

The man tried again to grab the hypnotist.

She was too fast.

Jing-Mei smiled wickedly as she easily dodged.

Sean knew she was toying with him.

Jing-Mei continued her rhythmic, hypnotic movements, her eyes never leaving his.

She struck again.

“Your arm is asleep, you cannot move it,” she said, after a blow to his upper arm, again in a very precise spot.

The man looked bewildered as his arm dropped to his side.

He grunted in frustration, unable to move it.

“Fucking bitch!” he snarled.

Jing-Mei kicked him rapidly twice, once in each thigh.

“Your legs are asleep; you can no longer stand. Kneel,” she said firmly.

The man sank to his knees, a look of astonishment on his face.

Jing-Mei punched him in the chest, a sharp blow to the sternum.

“You cannot move or speak,” she informed him.

The man let out a choked gurgle.

His eyes were wide with fear as the beautiful Asian woman stood over him, a smug smile on her face and her hands on her hips.

He whimpered.

In reply, Jing-Mei lifted her ruby pendant and began to swing it before his eyes.

“Just relax, my little imbecile. Follow the ruby with your eyes and listen to my voice. You are feeling very tired…very sleepy…your eyelids are growing heavy as you follow the beautiful sparkling ruby…back and forth…you are sleepy…your eyes so heavy…the harder you fight to keep them open, the heavier they become…you are so relaxed…so tired…so sleepy…you cannot stay awake any longer…you will close your eyes now and sleep,” the hypnotist said firmly.

The man’s eyelids fluttered, then closed.

He slumped over on the pavement.

Jing-Mei looked back at Sean and winked.

She noticed his cock was straining against his jeans as he smiled and nodded at her.

Jing-Mei chuckled and crouched beside the hypnotized man.

“Listen to me very carefully; when I snap my fingers, you will no longer be a man. You will be a duck. A big, stupid and ugly duck. You will only want to find water to jump in. You will only be able to flap your wings and quack as you run about looking for water. That’s right…you are a duck…no longer a man…a simple, stupid duck. Go find water to jump in,” she said firmly.

“Duck…water,” the man mumbled.

Satisfied, the hypnotist rose and walked away several steps.

Then she snapped loudly.

The man’s eyes fluttered open and he struggled to his feet.

Then he began to quack loudly. He flapped his arms, his eyes wide with confusion as he ran off down the sidewalk, quacking and flapping his arms, leaving what was likely his large blue pickup next to one of the gas pumps.

Jing-Mei and Sean both laughed as the man disappeared around a corner, quacking and flapping his arms.

“That was amazing, High Mistress. You are amazing,” Sean said with awe.

“Thank you. It was fun,” Jing-Mei said with a wink.

She walked toward him, limping slightly.

“High Mistress are you okay?” Sean asked with concern.

“I am fine, I just tweaked my ankle while I was playing with him. I should have removed my shoes. I’m getting too old,” Jing-Mei replied with a chuckle.

She took a step and winced.

Sean walked over to her and scooped her up in his strong arms.

Jing-Mei yelped, then giggled.

“I…I apologize, I should have asked if I could carry you,” Sean said, suddenly embarrassed by his actions.

Jing-Mei smiled.

“It is quite alright, dear. Thank you,” she said, putting her arms around his neck.

Sean carried her easily back to The Spiral, and they rode the elevator up to Jing-Mei’s condo.

He set her gently on the couch.

“Would you like me to fetch some ice?” he asked.

“Actually, would you remove my sandal first, please?” Jing-Mei asked, putting her left foot on the coffee table.

Sean nodded, carefully unhooking the buckle and gently removing the footwear.

Jing-Mei smiled.

“That’s better,” she said.

She began to pivot her heel on the table, swaying her toes gently back and forth.

The emerald on her toe ring glittered, her shiny black toenails reflecting the light.

Jing-Mei smiled slyly as Sean’s eyes were instantly drawn to her foot’s movement.

She knew he had a foot-fetish, and he liked her feet almost as much as Peggy’s.

“Oh, that feels better. I can move it. Does it look swollen?” she asked calmly.

“I don’t think so,” Sean said slowly.

“Look a bit closer, it still hurts; is there any discoloration?” Jing-Mei asked, continuing to sway her foot.

“No…it looks…okay, actually,” Sean said slowly.

His eyes were still following Jing-Mei’s glittering toe ring and her sexy black toenails.

“Okay, very good…I’m glad I didn’t chip my nails, I just got them painted yesterday. Do you like them black?” Jing-Mei asked.

“Yes,” Sean replied, nodding.

“Good. Me too. Black is very calming…soothing…it still reflects the light nicely…don’t you think? And it goes with the green of the emerald…I know you like my toe ring…you have complemented me on it before…the way it glitters is very soothing…very relaxing to watch as I move my foot back…and forth…it is hard to take your eyes off my foot, Sean…you like my foot…you like watching it sway…you like staring at my toes…imagining sucking on them…you can’t look away now…you must keep your eyes on my foot…,” Jing-Mei purred.

“You…you can’t…shouldn’t hypnotize…,” Sean mumbled.

“Just relax, Sean. Everything is okay…notice how wonderful you feel…just focusing on my foot and my words…you are very relaxed now…sinking into a trance for me…dropping deeper, deeper as you watch my sexy foot swaying back and forth…so relaxed now…just letting go and sinking deeper…deeper…into a nice, relaxed state…a nice deep trance…you are hypnotized now Sean. You will obey all my commands now. I control your cock, you can only cum on my command. You want me, want only to please me and worship me, don’t you Sean?” Jing-Mei asked in her velvety voice.

She continued to sway her foot.

“Yes…High Mistress,” Sean said slowly.

He was hypnotized, his eyes continuing to follow the movement of Jing-Mei’s foot.

The Asian hypnodomme smiled.

Technically, she had just broken a Spiral rule; in addition, she knew Domina Peggy would not be happy about her using her Thrall without her permission.

Jing-Mei didn’t care.

She was a High Mistress, and she took what she wanted.

Right now, she wanted Sean.

She already had a crush on him after he had stepped in front of a bullet for her, and his beating of the man who had insulted her in the gas station had only made her desire for him stronger.

A small part of her was apprehensive about betraying Peggy; the confrontation could be ugly if she ever found out and was angry.

The image of Peggy the Hypnotic Tyrant in her dream forced its way into Jing-Mei’s consciousness; she shuddered.

She took a deep breath and banished the image from her mind.

That was just a fucking dream. Peggy is not that powerful; do not fear her. Besides, I’m not going to do anything but fuck him; it isn’t like you are stealing him. She will never find out, so stop worrying and have some fun. And if she does…you are a High Mistress. You will put her at your feet , she told herself.

“Very good dear. When I snap my fingers you will become aware; all your worries and cares will be gone. You will not think about Peggy or any of your responsibilities. All that will matter will be spending time with me, worshipping me, obeying me. Alright, Sean?” Jing-Mei asked softly.

“Yes, High Mistress Jing-Mei,” Sean agreed.

Jing-Mei smiled and took her foot off the table, kicking off her other sandal.

Her ankle injury had been a ruse, an easy way to get Sean’s attention on her feet.

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Sean came out of his daze and looked at Jing-Mei.

He smiled.

“Your wish is my command,” Sean said.

He knelt before Jing-Mei.

“Good boy. Let’s start with a little foot worship; you are so very good at it,” the hypnotist said, extending her right foot toward him.

Just like Peggy had done to her in her dream.

Jing-Mei frowned. Thinking about the dream unsettled her.

Stop it. That was just a dream. This is reality. Take what you want, and enjoy it, she told herself firmly.

Jing-Mei closed her eyes and leaned back as Sean reverently took her foot in his hands, raised it to his lips and began lavishing kisses all over it. She moaned softly as he began to suck on her toes one at a time.

After he had worshipped each of her feet for an hour, Jing-Mei commanded Sean to undress and sit on the floor in front of her. She then began to stroke his cock with her feet; she placed one on each side of his shaft and slid them up and down slowly, smiling down at him as she teased him with her sexy feet.

Sean moaned, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations she was causing him. After a few minutes Jing-Mei stopped and rose.

“Undress me, Sean,” she commanded.

The young man rose and slowly removed first her halter top, then her lacy black bra. He paused to suck at each of her tits, teasing her nipples with his tongue, gently moving her cold-iron and fire-opal nipple rings about.

Next he lowered her jeans and held her hand as she stepped out of them before kneeling and pulling her black thong down slowly.

Her pussy was shaved; Sean ran his tongue slowly along the lips, causing Jing-Mei to sigh softly.

Then he plunged his tongue deeply into her and began to lick, causing her to gasp and moan.

Jing-Mei kept Sean in her condo the next three days, neither of them leaving nor getting dressed. They spent the entire time making passionate love, with only intermittent breaks to eat, sleep and bathe. Jing-Mei’s slaves brought them food when she commanded it, otherwise they left them alone.

The rest of the time, they fucked.

Every room, every piece of furniture was christened by the lovers. Jing-Mei was Sean’s whole world; he fucked her in every position he knew, and she taught him a few new ones. Sitting, standing, doggie-style, missionary, sometimes facing one another and other times facing away. Jing-Mei rode him hard, shrieking like a demon. She sucked his cock and tit fucked him, and Sean ate her pussy and asshole with enthusiasm. He licked champaign from her toes, sucked it from her nipples and lapped it from her ass crack. He spent hours worshipping her feet, and paid homage to every inch of her body, kissing, licking and sucking. Jing-Mei screamed in ecstasy, her body wracked by powerful orgasms as Sean thrust into her over and over again.

Sometimes they were gentle and loving; other times Jing-Mei got rough, dominating and degrading him. She attached clamps to his nipples; they were only in his mind, the result of powerful hypnotic suggestion, but they worked just as well. She teased his body with ice cubes and candle wax, and used hypnotic suggestions to increase his stamina and take complete control of his cock, overriding Peggy’s suggestions and control temporarily.

“Stiffen,” Jing-Mei would command, pointing at Sean’s flaccid cock.

He would gasp and smile as his penis obeyed her, stirring and growing hard yet again.

A generous Mistress, she allowed him to cum often. On her feet, her tits and even her face once, though that was more of an accident that made them both laugh. Sean also shot his load inside her many times, at her command; this was something Jing-Mei never allowed her male lovers to do, but she felt close to Sean wanted him to do so. They kissed deeply between orgasms, and twice Sean brushed her long, luxurious hair.

Jing-Mei slept contentedly in his arms when the rested, and her nightmare did not return. They talked while they ate thier meals, laughing and enjoying one another’s company.

Reluctantly, she released Sean from his sexual servitude the morning of the forth day; he needed to finish the work Peggy had commanded him to do in her condo before she returned in few days, and she needed to return to Seattle and take care of some business of her own. Before allowing him to leave, she programmed his mind carefully; she wanted him to remember the time they spent together, but not to feel guilt or remorse associated with it, only to treasure it and allow it to make their bond stronger. He would not want or be able to speak of it to anyone without her permission.

“You will not feel guilty. It was not your choice; I dominated you. We have had sex before, this was no different. It is our little secret,” she told him before she released him from his trance.

“Yes, High Mistress,” Sean said with a smile.

For all her bravado and confidence, Jing-Mei would rather Peggy not find out she had taken liberties with her beloved “Enslaved One”.

After Sean had gone, Jing-Mei began commanded Miranda and Roger to pack her things so they could fly back to Seattle.

The smile did not leave her normally stoic face for the next two days.

Part Three, Peggy’s Miracle

Two days before Sean and Jing-Mei’s tryst, Peggy and Mariah made preparations to go on their hypnotic-learning retreat; they met with Casey, Alex and Bella to let them in on what they were doing.

The others listened carefully and each asked several questions as Mariah explained in detail what she was planning.

“I just wanted you all in the loop; no secrets,” Peggy said.

“I appreciate that. I am sure we all support you a hundred percent. I do,” Bella had said with a smile.

“Demigoddess level? Hell yes. Definitely. Whenever Donna and her cunts make a move, the more powerful you are the more powerful we are. That is if the cowardly bitch ever comes back to town,” Casey had added in her hot-headed but endearingly cute manner.

Alex nodded.

“Peggy, I am so happy for you; embrace your power. We are proud of you,” she said, hugging the leader of The Fascinating Five.

Peggy had been overwhelmed by their support.

I tell them I am going to try to become a hypnotism demigoddess, and they tell me to go for it. I am blessed, she thought happily.

Bella had readily agreed to look after things while they were gone.

“Thank you, Bella…Robin. You know I can’t do this, lead this group, without you. I couldn’t have a better…lieutenant? Second-in-command? I don’t have the right word for how much you mean to us and how incredibly important you are,” Peggy said, hugging her.

Bella blushed, a combination of happiness, embarrassment and shame.

Hear that, Robin? You are a queen cunt, she thought to herself.

“How about Executive Officer?” Bella suggested with a chuckle as she embraced her friend.

Friend? Yes, she certainly is. A better friend than you, Bella admonished herself silently.

“You use whatever title you like; I will just think of you as my rock,” Peggy replied.

Bella nodded.

“Thank you Peggy. Now have fun. Oh, and don’t forget this,” she said, handing Peggy The Art of True Hypnotism.

“Thank you; you may continue to study it when I back,” Peggy replied with a smile.

“No rush. And thank you again,” Bella said.

“Be careful while we are gone. I know Donna is supposedly out of town, but she could come back at anytime. I know she is up to something. She has been way too quiet since we messed up her plan to buy a house in our neighborhood,” Peggy said.

She set the book down and took Bella’s hands in her own.

“I need you all,” she added.

“We will be careful. We need you too, so you be careful too, Peggy,” Bella replied smiling and squeezing her friend’s hands in her own.

Peggy kissed her on the lips and picked up The Art of True Hypnotism.

In truth, while she was envious of Peggy’s power and potential, Bella was relieved to give the tome back to its owner. Some of her guilt at hypnotizing Peggy into loaning it to her faded almost immediately.

In addition, Bella had found the book hard to fathom. Though it was translated into English, it was hard to read, and Bella seemed to have frequently gotten to the end of page and then have no recollection of what she had just read; she would have to read each page several times, and it made for slow, frustrating learning.

It is probably better off with Peggy. You are a damned accomplished hypnotist, Bella. Embrace what you have—including your amazing friends, thought to herself as she watched Peggy reverently wrap the book in a purple silk cloth and put it into a backpack with a similarly-wrapped Codex of Hypnothea.

The silver-haired hypnotist smiled. There were many, many other hypnotic secrets and powers for her to uncover.

Without betraying her friends.

Bella Beguile was far from finished.

After Peggy left the room to find Sean and say a passionate goodbye, Bella took out her phone and dialed.

“Mercedes, it’s Bella. Change of plans,” she began.

Peggy and Mariah loaded their bags into Mariah’s luxury travel van and hit the road. Peggy was driving; they had decided to go just the two of them, no Thralls or slaves.

“We need to focus; you can accomplish a lot in five days. We can improvise if we need servants,” Mariah said with a giggle.

“I still feel like Casey is a better choice for this. Anyway, I can’t accomplish anything without you, Mariah. Thank you for this,” Peggy replied.

“I am happy to do it. Casey has a different path, although I suspect it is tied to yours. You are blessed by Hypnothea. “The Dragon” was what Hypnothea called her first and most beloved apprentice. Siobhan, The Dragon. She served and counseled Hypnothea when she was mortal, and led her worshippers after she became a Goddess walking among men…,” Mariah began her lessons as Peggy drove the van out of the neighborhood.

They didn’t have a clear destination; Mariah had suggested Peggy “just drive, and let your hypnotic intuition guide us”.

Peggy had chuckled and agreed. She listened intently as Mariah talked continuously, sharing the history and tenants of Hypnothea, and explaining what can be accomplished by a genuine master of True Hypnotism. Mariah spoke with a soothing, hypnotic cadence, and using conversational techniques she put Peggy into a trance as she drove. She made sure Peggy’s concentration on driving total while her subconscious mind absorbed Mariah’s words.

About ninety minutes later they reached the small wilderness town of Cascade.

Mariah nonchalantly snapped her fingers and brought Peggy out of her trance.

She yawned, not realizing she’d been hypnotized.

“What do you think?” Peggy asked as they drove along Lake Cascade and then through the small town.

“I love this area. It feels right…let’s find a nice house to use,” Mariah agreed.

Peggy drove the van through the rustic small town, following the road up into the nearby forest-covered mountain. She and Mariah looked at the different expensive cabin-style homes situated among the trees and on the side of the mountains.

“Oh, I love that one!” Mariah said, pointing to a three-thousand square-foot lodge-style house.

Recently built, it was three stories including the huge garage, which was below the rest of the home. It had wrap-around decks on both levels, and it screamed comfort and luxury. The property was secluded and surrounded by tall trees. There was a late-model black Lexus SUV parked in the circular driveway in front to the garage.

“Me too; shall we?” Peggy asked.

Mariah nodded, and Peggy parked the van behind the Lexus.

They got out of the vehicle and stretched.

Peggy took a deep breath and smiled.

“It is so beautiful here,” she said.

She loved the wilderness, and she felt very relaxed and focused among the tall, wonderful smelling pines.

Peggy was wearing a simple pink tank top that read “Evil Hypnotist” on the front in black letters which Casey had given her, along with jeans and flat brown leather sandals.

Mariah was in her full colorful fortune-teller belly dancer-inspired regalia, including a vivid blue and yellow turban and a softly tinkling gold coin belt. Her long-sleeved top was cropped very high to show off her sexy abdomen, a huge sapphire glittering in her navel, and she was wearing flat sandals similar to Peggy’s.

Peggy walked up a curving stone staircase that led up the hillside to the house’s front door, Mariah right behind her.

Peggy casually tried the doorknob.

Locked.

She pointed at the door.

“Aperi hoc quod claudit emitam meam,” she said firmly.

There were two loud clicks as both the lock in the door handle and a deadbolt were magically disengaged.

She looked back at Mariah with a smile.

“Nicely done, my apprentice,” Mariah said with a wink.

Peggy opened the door and brazenly walked inside to find a beautifully-decorated log cabin themed interior with an open floor plan. The great room was furnished to entertain twenty guests easily, and had a large fireplace against one wall and picture windows let in plenty of light and gave a spectacular view of the forest. There was a beautiful modern kitchen across from the front door, and opposite the fireplace was a long rustic bar complete with stools and beer taps. Beautiful wooden staircases near the bar led both up and down, and there were glass doors in the kitchen that led out onto the deck.

“Excuse me!” a man said indignantly.

He was standing at the kitchen island eating a bagel when Peggy and Mariah had walked in.

“Yes, this will do nicely,” Peggy said, looking around with approval, ignoring the man.

She slipped off her sandals, the hardwood floor cool beneath her feet.

“I agree. Oh, my Goddess, look at the bar, it is beautiful!” Mariah said, also removing her sandals.

She walked over and ran her fingers over the smooth, polished surface.

“Who the hell do you think you two are?” the man said angrily.

He walked around the kitchen island toward Mariah.

The hypnotist-witch looked at him as if she’d just noticed him.

“Oh, hello! You have a lovely home here,” she said cheerfully.

“And you are trespassing in it! Get out of my house!” the man replied indignantly.

He appeared to be in his mid-thirties; he was handsome, of average height and build and wearing a long-sleeved tan button up shirt and jeans, along with grey socks. His short black hair was neat and perfectly combed, and he had dark brown eyes that were narrowed angrily at the moment.

Mariah cackled, a true high pitched witch’s laugh.

“I don’t think so, dear. I think we are going to stay for a spell…es tut caprae…es tut caprae…es tut capre…,” she said, gesturing at him.

Mariah snapped her fingers, and the man rapidly transformed into a small brown goat.

Peggy laughed.

“Stay for a “spell.” Really Mariah?” she asked.

Mariah winked at her.

“Jared, who are you talking to?” a female voice called.

Peggy and Mariah turned to see a woman descending the stairs.

She was perhaps twenty-eight, short with shoulder-length blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was very pretty, with the body of a dedicated yogi or dancer and big blue eyes. She was wearing a purple sports bra and pink leggings; she had on large gold hoop earrings, and a huge diamond engagement ring glittered on her left hand. She wore a diamond belly-button piercing, and her long fingernails were hot pink. She was barefoot, her toenails painted dark purple; she had a colorful tattoo of a butterfly on her left ankle.

“Hello there. My name is Peggy, and this is Mariah,” Peggy said cheerfully.

She walked over to meet the young woman at the bottom of the stairs.

“I…I’m Alyssa…where is Jared? Oh my god, why is there a goat in here?” the woman asked with alarm.

“Don’t worry about him…just relax and look into my eyes,” Peggy said firmly.

“What? I don’t understand—Oh!” Alyssa gasped as she turned back and her gaze met Peggy’s.

The hypnotist’s eyes were shimmering with emerald green light.

“That’s it…just relax and listen to my voice…let my eyes draw you in…noticing how wonderful you feel…relaxing more and more as you look deeper…deeper into my eyes…your thoughts are fading…along with your will…as you sink into trance…your mind becoming blank…it is too much effort to think…let me do it for you…my words becoming your thoughts…feel yourself sinking into trance…deeper and deeper…my words are now your commands…you will obey me…you are mine, Alyssa,” Peggy said firmly.

“I…I…am yours,” Alyssa agreed, her blue eyes wide as she slipped into hypnosis.

Peggy smiled.

“Is anyone else here, Alyssa?” she asked.

“No,” the dazed woman replied.

“Excellent. Listen carefully; you are completely relaxed, deeply hypnotized. Your mind is open to my words, my suggestions. You will obey my every command. You simply cannot resist my orders. You are my slave. You will address me as Domina Peggy, and my friend as Sybil Mariah. You are her slave as well. You must obey us. You have no free will, you live only to serve, worship and obey us. Do you understand me, slave-Alyssa?” Peggy asked.

“Yes, Domina Peggy,” Alyssa said slowly, a tear rolling down her cheek as the small part of her that still resisted gave in.

“You will remove all of your clothing, then go bring in all the bags from our van out in front of your house,” Peggy commanded.

“Yes, Domina Peggy,” Alyssa said, immediately pulling her top off to reveal her lovely tits.

Peggy turned back to see Mariah leading Jared outside.

“I’ll tie him up in the yard, and change him back before we go home. I don’t want any males around while you train,” Mariah said.

“Sounds good to me,” Peggy said with a chuckle.

There is only one male I like having around anyway. I hope Sean enjoys himself while I am gone. Maybe he will get some fishing in; I don’t let him do it enough, she thought as she watched the naked and sexy Alyssa head out the door to bring in she and Mariah’s luggage.

“Okay, he has plenty of grass and flower beds to eat. Shall we get started? I think we will need every minute,” Mariah said as she came back inside.

“Whatever you say, Sybil Mariah. I am your student,” Peggy said.

Mariah smiled.

“Alright. Remove your clothes. Then get comfortable on the couch. I need to hypnotize you, put you in what is known as “The Seer’s Trance”; a person can only enter it willingly, but once you are in it there is nothing you won’t do or think if commanded. I need your permission to place you in this particular trance, ok?” Mariah asked.

“Of course. I trust you, Mariah,” Peggy replied, quickly removing her clothes.

Mariah smiled; she too carefully removed her outfit, then retrieved a crystal ball from a bag Alyssa had brought in.

“Come, sit with me,” Mariah said, sitting on a large, comfortable sectional and patting the cushion.

Peggy climbed onto the huge couch beside Mariah, drawing her feet up beneath her and getting comfortable.

“Ready?” Mariah asked, holding up the crystal ball in the palm of her hand.

Peggy nodded.

“I am,” she said.

“Fascinare eam,” Mariah said softly.

Colors began to swirl within the crystal ball; dazzling reds and blues, greens and yellows, purples and oranges.

“Focus on the crystal, Peggy. Watch the colors as they flow and weave. Listen to my voice and relax. You are sinking into a trance; notice how your muscles are already relaxing, your mind already becoming blank as you focus…hearing my words and relaxing deeper and deeper…letting the beautiful colors relax you and draw you in, trusting me completely…allowing yourself to go deep, deep into trance…deep into hypnosis and surrender completely…you are so relaxed, Peggy…safe and warm…sinking deeper and deeper into trance…you are hypnotized now, in the trance of a Seer of Hypnothea,” Mariah said in a firm but gentle voice.

Peggy’s eyes were glazed as she stared into the crystal ball. She sighed heavily, and she slumped back into the couch as every bit of tension left her body.

Her eyes remained open though her eyelids drooped.

“Very good, Peggy. It actually takes a strong mind to go into the Seer’s Trance. I am proud of you. Now, before we get started, a penance must be exacted. You who seeks to become a demigoddess must first worship. Kneel before me, Peggy,” Mariah commanded.

“Yes, Sybil Mariah,” Peggy said, assuming a subservient position before her.

Mariah regarded the kneeling naked woman before her with lust in her eyes, enjoying the thrill of power from having the powerful Peggy on her knees.

It was her right by tradition to have the woman she was going to train pleasure her, a reward for helping her vastly increase her hypnotic powers.

Mariah intended to take full advantage of having the sexy Peggy worship her.

“Now Peggy, you find me attractive, don’t you?” Mariah asked.

“Yes, Sybil Mariah,” Peggy answered immediately.

“Very good. Before we get started on your training, you are going to pleasure me; nothing else matters at the moment except making me feel good. Start with my feet and work your way up to my pussy. Worship me, Peggy. Your first test is your skill at foot- and pussy-worship,” Mariah commanded.

Without the slightest hesitation, Peggy took one of Mariah’s feet in her hands and began to kiss it. Mariah sat back and enjoyed the sensation as Peggy began to carefully and lovingly worship her feet. She kissed and licked, nibbled and sucked, paying attention to every inch. She licked her soles slowly, kissed her arches delicately and sucked every toe. Peggy spent an hour on each foot before she began to make her way slowly up Mariah’s legs, nibbling and kissing.

Mariah spread her legs and gasped as Peggy finally began to lick her wet pussy; long, sensual licks that made her shudder with pleasure. It quickly became apparent that Peggy knew pussy as well as anyone; she rubbed Mariah’s labia with her fingers, as she licked and sucked on her clit. Mariah moaned and trembled. Peggy continued to work for several minutes, sliding her fingers rapidly in and out of Mariah while she continued to tease and lick at her clit. Mariah was moaning loudly, her eyes tightly shut as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Peggy increased the speed of her fingers’ movement, then pushed back the clitoral hood and sucked vigorously at the Mariah’s clit and finally sent her over the edge, screaming in ecstasy as she had a massive orgasm.

The trembling woman seized Peggy’s hair, shoving her face into her pussy so she could cum on it. Mariah continued to grind her pussy into Peggy’s face for a moment, enjoying the rush of power as she recovered from her orgasm.

“Oh, my Goddess that was good! Thank you, Peggy! You will go clean yourself up and come right back; Alyssa, go with her and assist her,” Mariah commanded, slumping over.

“Yes, Sybil Mariah,” both Peggy and Alyssa said, heading for the guest bathroom down the hall.

Mariah was composed and smiling when Peggy returned and reassumed her kneeling position before her.

Alyssa stood quietly beside the sectional.

“That was wonderful, Peggy. You have passed your first test. On the count of three, you will become aware but remain deeply in The Seer’s trance,” Mariah informed her.

“Yes, Sybil Mariah,” Peggy agreed.

“One, two, three,” Mariah said.

She gave a loud snap and Peggy began to blink.

She looked at Mariah and smiled.

“Enjoyed that, did you?” she asked with a smirk.

Mariah nodded.

“Very much. Peggy, you are very good at working pussy. As if you don’t have enough talent, I think you might be able to learn the Animum cum voluptate technique,” she said.

“The what?” Peggy asked, looking at her blankly.

“It means “Enslave the mind with pleasure”. It is a hypnotic sexual technique that if used on a subject who has been hypnotically conditioned properly will send them into deep, permanent hypnotic state in which they will do anything their new owner commands; serving them becomes their life’s purpose,” Mariah replied.

Peggy laughed.

“So, hypnotize them, condition them, then fuck them and they become permanently enslaved? I like it,” she said.

Mariah nodded.

“It is much easier to pull off on men; it was a technique used to control powerful males, but it can be done to women as well. There are some physical moves that have to be practiced, as well as some specific suggestions used during the conditioning phase…not many hypnotists have ever learned to do it. I don’t know of any currently who can,” she said.

“As amazing as that sounds, I think I am a long way from that,” Peggy said.

“Perhaps. After what you just did to me, I think you have the talent for that too. Anyway, now that you have paid my fee, let’s get started, shall we? There is so much to cover. Grab your books and come up here,” Mariah said.

“Yes, Sybil Mariah,” Peggy found herself compelled to say.

She was still deep in a trance, one that she quickly found increased her concentration and ability to absorb and retain information. It also made The Art of True Hypnotism easier to read.

Peggy was also still completely under Mariah’s control.

They got quickly down to business; Mariah began with giving Peggy a wealth of information on the history of Hypnothea. After several hours, they took a break and Mariah commanded Peggy to pleasure her again.

Aware this time, Peggy did an even better job, working Mariah’s pussy enthusiastically and bringing her friend to an even more powerful orgasm.

After she had cum, Mariah directed Alyssa to worship Peggy’s pussy. She had never pleasured a woman before, but Peggy instructed her on what to do and soon Alyssa was doing a passable job licking and sucking at her clit.

After Peggy had cum on Alyssa’s face, Mariah instructed the blonde to build a fire and start something for dinner.

While the naked slave started cooking, Peggy and Mariah moved to a smaller couch in front of the fireplace.

It was going into fall, and the temperature outside began to drop. The two hypnotists snuggled under a blanket in front of the fire, chatting and then eating a well-prepared ravioli dinner served by Alyssa.

Mariah commanded Alyssa to eat as well, and then to clean up the dishes and the kitchen.

She then put the sexy blonde on her knees, fingers laced behind her head and her back arched so her tits stuck out.

“Alright, you have absorbed the basic history of Hypnothea. I’ll go over some of the powers that True Hypnotism can give you. We can look them up in The Art of True Hypnotism, and you can start practicing some of them,” Mariah said.

“On you?” Peggy asked slyly.

Mariah laughed.

“Actually, yes. That is one of my duties as your priestess. You can use Alyssa here too,” Mariah replied.

She casually extended her leg and fondled Alyssa’s tits with her foot.

Peggy smiled.

“Let’s see if I can pull any of them off. What kind of powers are we talking here?” she asked.

“Hypnotic energy is like raw material. At its most basic, it makes people vulnerable to your commands and suggestions, empties minds and removes free will. However, you can shape and direct the energy in other ways; you have seen Alex’s tactile hypnosis, Deanna’s levitation, The Serpent’s Gaze, Mentalism; those are all advanced hypnotic techniques that have manifested by accident or training. Casey wields raw hypnotic power the way a sculptor does clay; that’s why she is so fast and has such powerful mass hypnotism. With her I’d almost call it “Hypnokinesis”rather than hypnotism and mentalism. The way you and Bella go into trance to fight, that is a lesser version of Hypnothea’s martial art; She very strongly encourages women to learn and be able to fight, and developed her own style incorporating hypnotism called dominatio corporis et animi, or more simply “Body Hypnotica”. In self-hypnosis, you can learn to control your movements and muscles so finely and perfectly that you can increase your speed, precision, stamina, toughness and strength,” Mariah said.

“Wow, so a bit like Jing-Mei does?” Peggy asked eagerly.

She had always been envious of the Asian hypnotist’s hypnotic punches and kicks.

“Actually, that is a separate skill, but I am sure you can learn it. You already know the basic fighting-trance. There is so much more; you can learn to control your physiology while in a trance so that you can neutralize poisons in your system; you can hone your voice so that you can make direct suggestions into someone’s subconscious without hypnotizing them, and emit auras of power. I actually think you already do that; people are drawn to you…unfortunately people who are immune tend to instinctively dislike you, like Donna. She’d be a cunt either way, but the same power that makes people like Susan want to submit to you can have the opposite effect on potential enemies,” Mariah said.

“I will need to learn to control that too, then,” Peggy reasoned.

She took a deep breath. There was so much to take in.

“It definitely wouldn’t hurt. Let’s see…The Mistress’s Gaze is only one of several hypnotism-based gazes; The Serpent’s, The Medusa’s…there are a few others. The Mistress’s Gaze has tiers of power as well; at its most powerful a hypnotist can simply make her eyes flash and send an unprepared mind deep into trance. There is hypnotic telepathy, invisibility…so much. I know it is a lot to take in. You are going to need to do a lot of reading, meditating and practicing the next few days. Make sure you eat and keep your strength up, and above all else do not doubt yourself. Confidence is more important than anything to a hypnotist. Believe you can do something, and you will learn to do it. Your mind is strong, Peggy. Strong and powerful. With discipline and practice, you can be almost unstoppable,” Mariah said.

Peggy nodded solemnly, trying to wrap her head around what Mariah was telling her.

“What about my magic?” she asked.

“We will keep working on it. Your potential as a witch is also high; compared to hypnotism, magic is messy and less elegant. Very useful, and your powers will grow naturally. The disciplines can be interwoven and combined, which is why your potential is so incredibly high. I know this is a lot to take in, so just relax. Don’t get overwhelmed, you don’t have to master it all today or next year. Whenever you need a break, say so. Alyssa and I will take care of you when it comes to relieving tension,” Mariah said with a grin.

Peggy smiled at her.

“Thank you for this, Mariah. How about we start with some reading on Body-Hypnotica techniques?” Peggy suggested.

“We will follow your instincts, Domina Peggy,” Mariah replied with a smile.

Peggy nodded and opened The Art of True Hypnotism.

The time in Jared and Alyssa’s home flew by.

Peggy spent a lot of time meditating and reading, listening to Mariah’s advice and practicing techniques from her book.

They spent the nights in Jared and Alyssa’s bed, with the hypnotized blonde sleeping on the floor at the end of the bed.

Peggy also spent time worshipping Mariah’s pussy, and Mariah returned the favor. They would frequently have the hapless Alyssa rim them at the same time.

Peggy experienced extreme highs as she managed to manifest several new physical techniques, including speed and strength. She also experienced extreme frustration when she failed to manifest other powers.

At one time she got so angry she smashed her fist onto a table.

It shattered into kindling.

“Oops,” she said sheepishly.

She had forgotten that she had heightened her strength.

Mariah laughed.

“Just relax, honey. You will get the hang of it. Just remember, if you hypnotize yourself to make yourself stronger or faster it will tire you out quicker. Hypnotic energy isn’t unlimited,” she said.

“Yes, Sybil Mariah,” Peggy replied, taking a deep breath.

“Alright, time to relax you. Alyssa, get over here and bury that face in Peggy’s ass. You must lick her asshole,” Mariah said.

She moved to kneel before Peggy and began to lick at her pussy.

Peggy moaned as Mariah ate her out while Alyssa licked her asshole.

The pleasure was incredible, and she suddenly felt energy building within her.

“Oh…oh yes…don’t stop…mmmm, ah…yes, yes!” she moaned.

Peggy concentrated on the energy she was feeling; it was increasing, a powerful tingling sensation in her chest.

Mariah seized her clit and sucked it hard, sending her into a powerful orgasm.

Peggy moaned loudly, and she instinctively released the energy that had built up within her.

Her eyes popped open as she suddenly heard voices inside her mind.

Mmmm…I do love Peggy’s pussy, and I love making her cum…she is going to be so powerful…I am glad we are friends and I can help her, she heard Mariah’s voice.

She could feel her friend’s satisfaction at having made her cum and her confidence in Peggy becoming more powerful.

I must lick Peggy’s asshole…I must lick Peggy’s asshole…, Peggy also heard Alyssa’s hypnotized mind’s basic thoughts.

“Oh shit, I gave myself telepathy! Alyssa, stop eating my ass!” Peggy gasped.

Mariah giggled and rose to her feet.

Alyssa stopped her ass-worship.

“That’s great! Don’t worry, it won’t stay in effect. You will learn to control it,” she said.

“I think it was triggered when I orgasmed. It seems to be fading; whew, that was weird,” Peggy said, laughing.

She suddenly felt as if she understood hypnotic energy better, and would be better at manipulating it.

With the realization came a surge of confidence.

“Mariah, you may have created a monster,” Peggy said with a chuckle.

In the back of her mind, Dark Peggy chuckled with her.

“Now remember, a hypnotist will often have the discipline to resist telepathy. A lot of minds will require a lot of effort to look into, and in any case, you will usually only get surface thoughts. A mind you have hypnotized will be the easiest to read. Oh, and someone will know if you read their mind, especially a hypnotist,” Mariah explained.

Peggy nodded.

She was excited, her mind already whirling with possibilities that telepathy would open up.

They resumed their training, and Peggy soon became better at being able to enhance herself physically, hypnotizing herself into being faster, tougher and stronger.

Mariah was impressed with her newfound body control.

“Peggy, concentrate on grace and strength… you are now a dainty ballerina. You will dance for me,” she commanded.

She knew Peggy had briefly studied ballet in her youth.

“Mariah! I’m not a dancer, I…I…yes, Sybil Mariah,” Peggy had replied.

She had no choice but to obey.

The sexy naked woman proceeded to do a more than passable ballerina impression, moving with effortless grace.

Mariah watched in awe as Peggy used hypnotic energy to control her muscles and limbs, letting her dance for several minutes

“Alright, stop dancing my little ballerina,” she eventually said.

Peggy was smiling as she finished in a graceful arabesque pose.

“Wow, I didn’t suck, did I?” she asked.

“No, you looked very good, considering you aren’t a dancer,” Mariah agreed.

“That was amazing,” Peggy said with a grin.

“Just remember, hypnotic physical enhancement isn’t a substitute for skill; it is an enhancement,” Mariah warned.

Peggy nodded.

“I understand,” she said.

Peggy continued to practice her new skills diligently right up until they had to leave.

By then, Peggy had managed to read Mariah’s mind a couple of times, and Alyssa’s weak, hypnotized one almost at will.

With a little effort, Mariah could also block her from doing so.

When they were ready to leave, they had Alyssa load their belongings into the van.

“Sybil Mariah, I…I need to go into the woods and meditate before we go, ok?” Peggy asked politely.

“Of course. I wouldn’t mind having our little twit eat my ass one more time before we leave,” Mariah replied with a wink.

Peggy walked out of the house and off the property into the woods. The dirt and pine needles felt good beneath her bare feet. She found a small clearing and sat cross-legged in the middle of it. A pleasant breeze rustled the tree branches and ruffled her hair.

Peggy sat for ten minutes, concentrating on her breathing and her senses. She became hyper-aware, sounds being amplified and her sense of touch heightened. She knew a chipmunk was running along a branch above her, and she could sense a rabbit watching from beneath a nearby bush.

“You have done well, my Dragon,” a sweet, melodic voice said in Peggy’s mind.

The naked woman smiled; she was filled with a pleasant tingle, a comforting warmth spreading slowly throughout her body.

Her pussy was even warmer.

Peggy was becoming very aroused.

“Thank you my Goddess. I wanted to please you,” Peggy said softly.

While the Goddess of Hypnotism did appear physically this time, Peggy could feel her presence.

“And you have. You have opened the door to your true powers, removed the chains that hold many hypnotists back from true domination. You will become very powerful, Domina Peggy. Powerful enough to free me, if you are willing,” Hypnothea said soothingly.

“I am, my Goddess,” Peggy said immediately.

She gasped, shuddering with pleasure as she felt a force touch her pussy.

“I am very pleased by how quickly you responded. There are those who want to keep me from becoming a force in the world once again. They fear me,” Hypnothea said.

“They should fear you. They should also fear me. If they interfere with your wishes, they will have to deal with me,” Peggy replied.

Hypnothea laughed, a musical enchanting sound.

“How I love your resolve and confidence! You truly are worthy of being my Dragon! Know that you have my love. I have a task for you, if you are willing to accept. I, who can compel obedience from any mortal or god, must ask you for help, my Dragon,” the Goddess said somewhat sheepishly.

“Name it, my Goddess. You have my heart now,” Peggy replied.

The warmth in her body increased; her pussy was wet, and she was trembling on the verge of an orgasm.

“There is so much to do, so many foes. Items, rituals…no matter, one thing at a time. I need you to create something for me,” Hypnothea said.

“Of course, my Goddess. I will do as you command,” Peggy replied.

Peggy’s mind was filled with an image, a large circle filled with fresh dark soil, surrounded by beautiful flat pink marble stones, with four pillars of grey-white marble and six feet high arranged symmetrically around it. Each of the pillars had an intricate symbol carved into it, a rune that Peggy now knew represented Hypnothea.

“Create this on your land. Consecrate it by dominating five powerful hypnotists in my name. Then I will contact you with your next task,” Hypnothea said.

“It will be done, my Goddess,” Peggy said, trembling.

The pleasure flooding her body was almost unbearable now.

“I have no doubt, my Dragon. Go with my blessings. Dominate all who oppose or hinder you, and anyone else you desire,” Hypnothea said in her melodic voice.

Peggy moaned as a powerful orgasm rippled through her body.

She sat shuddering with pleasure, smiling as the warmth of Hypnothea lingered within her.

Eventually Peggy rose and went back to the house to find Mariah dressed for the first time in days, sitting on the couch. Alyssa was on her knees before her, placing her sandals on her feet.

“How was your meditation?” Mariah asked.

“Wonderful. Hypnothea spoke to me,” Peggy said with a smile.

“I thought she might. Peggy, that is fantastic. You might actually be the one to release our Goddess from her bonds; she will be able to truly influence things again,” Mariah replied in awe.

“If I don’t screw it up,” Peggy replied sheepishly.

“You won’t. You have us. Now come sit, it is time to release you from the Seer’s Trance,” Mariah said, holding up her crystal ball.

Peggy joined Mariah on the couch; she looked into the crystal ball while Mariah spoke softly, bringing her out of the powerful waking trance.

“Wow, I feel like I have been sleep walking or something,” Peggy declared, stretching.

She felt wonderful, alert and refreshed.

“That isn’t too bad of a description. You were effectively in a lucid dream. You did very, very well Peggy,” Mariah complemented her.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. The Goddess has a task for me. I will need your help,” Peggy replied.

“Of course, I would be honored,” Mariah said enthusiastically.

Peggy nodded.

“Thank you. I need to get dressed real quick, then we can go,” she said.

“Alright. I will go change Jared back. Can you take care of Alyssa?” Mariah asked.

“Of course,” Peggy replied.

Mariah went outside to where she had tethered Jared the goat.

She chanted and gestured, lifting her transformation curse from him.

The goat changed into a naked man.

“What the actual fuck?” Jared demanded from his hands and knees after transforming back.

He spat, his mouth full of grass that he had been eating when Mariah had reversed her spell.

Mariah didn’t bother to answer. She laughed at him as she walked back inside his home.

“Okay, he’s fixed. Ready to go?” she asked as she stepped inside, locking the door behind her.

The now-clothed Peggy nodded.

“I just need to give her some final instructions. Alyssa, when you awaken, you will forget our names, faces and vehicle. These things will be erased from your mind. You will have no memory of these things at all. You will awaken three minutes after we leave the room,” Peggy instructed.

“Yes, Domina Peggy,” Alyssa replied.

The two hypnotists walked out of the home they had commandeered, Jared and Alyssa almost instantly forgotten as they got into the van.

Peggy drove the van off Jared and Alyssa’s property and onto the road that led back to Cascade.

She was on her way to a new and exciting chapter of her life.

Part Four, Jing-Mei’s Miracle

Jing-Mei sat bolt upright in bed with a shout. She was sweaty and breathing heavily.

“That damned dream again,” she muttered.

The dream in which Domina Peggy had completely taken over the True Hypnotism community and enslaved or eliminated all who opposed her.

The dream in which Jing-Mei was the leader of the resistance until she is captured and forced to kiss Peggy’s foot in order to save her sister Jayde, an action that will make her Peggy’s slave forever.

Jing-Mei had not had the dream for weeks.

It had started again the previous night.

Glancing at the clock, she saw it was six in the morning. She rose from her bed and headed for the bathroom.

She had arrived at The Spiral the previous day, hoping to spend some time with Jayde, and maybe see Sean while she was in town.

Six weeks had passed since the unauthorized tryst she had engineered by hypnotizing Sean, and she had only seen him once since, while he was having dinner with Domina Peggy at the Spiral’s sushi restaurant. They’s exchanged smiles and waves, but Jing-Mei had been meeting a client and didn’t have time to chat.

Lately Jing-Mei had been thinking about Sean a lot, and had been going over scenarios in her mind involving kidnapping him or perhaps trading Peggy something for him.

She’d dismissed her ideas as stupid, and put Sean out of her mind.

He seemed to sneak back in often, however.

Jing-Mei had all but lost interest in other men, and had gone through female lovers like candy lately. She was harsher and more degrading than usual to them, as well.

The dream was still weighing heavily on Jing-Mei’s mind as she entered the bathroom; she imagined Peggy’s bare foot dominating her vision as she moved to kiss it and become utterly enslaved.

Jing-Mei felt suddenly nauseous; she made it to the toilet just in time to throw up.

After she’d finished, she went to the sink and rinsed out her mouth.

She took a quick shower, then dressed in red workout clothes and went to one of The Spiral’s small VIP gyms. She worked out vigorously, then went back to her condo where Roger had prepared her a large vegetable omelette and turkey sausage, her current standing breakfast order.

Neither were things she used to eat, but her appetite had changed lately and she was very hungry after exercising.

Jing-Mei enjoyed her breakfast immensely.

After she had eaten, she called her beautiful Thrall Miranda to her bedroom and commanded her to strip naked and worship her pussy.

Miranda was well-trained and knew exactly how to pleasure her mistress.

She worked Jing-Mei’s pussy expertly, licking and sucking at her clit, teasing her labia and sliding her fingers into her and rubbing vigorously.

Jing-Mei moaned loudly, shuddering as she orgasmed.

Feeling extremely dominant, she grabbed Miranda’s hair and shoved her Thrall’s face hard into her pussy so she could cum on it.

“That’s right, take it Peggy! You are nothing!” she cried out, imagining it was Peggy’s face she was cumming on.

When she had finished, she released Miranda’s hair and flopped back onto her bed.

“Thank you Miranda; go get cleaned up and attend to your duties,” Jing-Mei said, dismissing her with a wave.

“As you command, Mistress,” Miranda replied.

The blonde Thrall rose and left the room.

Jing-Mei lay on the bed for several minutes, vaguely unsettled. She considered Domina Peggy a friend, and had no actual reason to be upset with her.

Yet at that moment she really wanted to dominate and humiliate her.

No reason other than a stupid dream and the fact you are jealous of her Thrall. It is you that has a problem, not her, she admonished herself.

She lay quietly for another moment, her ire toward Peggy not lessening.

Jing-Mei allowed herself to imagine hitting Peggy with her hypnotic punches and kicks, rendering her helpless; she fantasized about hypnotizing Peggy slowly with her ruby pendant, and having her on her knees, aware and sobbing. Next she pictured spreading her ass cheeks and commanding Peggy to lick her asshole.

Jing-Mei smiled at the image.

If the opportunity arises…, she mused.

Her smile vanished as the scene shifted suddenly to Jing-Mei being the one on her knees, a smug and naked Peggy sitting on an ornate throne before her.

“Kiss my foot and become mine,” Peggy said in a velvety voice, extending her bare foot toward her, toe rings glittering.

Taking a deep breath, Jing-Mei banished the unpleasant image.

Get control of yourself, Jing-Mei, she told herself firmly.

She rose, heading for the bathroom so she could shower again. She quickly dried off, then headed into her huge closet.

She dressed very casually in a black tank top, tight black pants and thick black flip-flops. She put her long hair in a messy bun, and didn’t bother with jewelry beyond her gold and emerald toe ring.

She was planning to go to the salon and get a mani-pedi, and perhaps get a massage.

Jing-Mei was about to leave her condo when the urge to vomit suddenly hit her again.

Once again, she barely made it to the toilet. She felt light-headed and fatigued after throwing up.

Suddenly, she began to experience cramping in her pelvic region.

Jing-Mei knew something was wrong.

She sat on the bathroom floor with her eyes closed, taking slow deep breaths.

Eventually, the cramping stopped, and the light-headedness passed.

After she’d cleaned herself up, Jing-Mei went down to the Spiral’s private infirmary instead of going to the salon.

The infirmary was a fully equipped medical center akin to a tiny hospital, with an operating room, ten private individual hospital rooms and a three-bed ICU. Arthur Winston spent enormous amounts of money keeping the infirmary stocked and staffed, providing club members with excellent onsite medical care.

The head of the clinic was Doctor Rochelle Carson; she was a tall, beautiful, athletic woman with long curly red hair, fair skin and blue eyes. She wore stylish thick-rimmed glasses, and under her long white lab coat she wore a red silk blouse and a short black skirt along with tall black designer pumps.

Exceptionally smart, she was both an internist and a surgeon as well as a master hypnotist.

She had a staff of three additional doctors, three physician’s assistants, and seven nurses, as well as a dozen administrative staff and orderlies.

Doctor Carson examined Jing-Mei personally in a large, comfortable private room. She took her time and was very thorough, asking a lot of questions.

“Well, I do think I know what is causing your symptoms, but you may not believe it,” Doctor Carson said as Jing-Mei was getting dressed.

“Please tell me, Doctor. I can handle it,” Jing-Mei said stoically.

“I believe you are pregnant,” Doctor Carson replied with a smile.

Jing-Mei looked at her blankly.

“Excuse me?” she asked after a moment.

“Pregnant. You. I will need a blood test to confirm, or we can do an ultrasound if it has been more than five weeks,” Doctor Carson replied.

Jing-Mei continued to look at her blankly for a moment.

Then she smiled.

Then she laughed.

Jing-Mei laughed long and hard, like few people had ever seen her.

“Impossible!” she gasped, wiping her eyes.

“Why? Have you had a hysterectomy?” Doctor Carson asked.

“No, but I am fifty-one, and I was told I was not able to bear children twenty-one years ago. My menstrual cycle has always been irregular, and after an examination I was informed I was sterile,” Jing-Mei replied, composing herself.

“You may be fifty-one, but you are in better shape than some thirty-two year olds I know. You have a phenomenal body and are in excellent health. And a diagnosis of sterility can be wrong. Pregnancy fits the best with your symptoms,” Doctor Carson replied calmly.

Jing-Mei was dumbfounded.

“Not to be indelicate, but I have had…a lot of sex the past twenty-one years. I would think that if it were possible it would have happened before now, don’t you?” she asked reasonably.

The Asian hypnodomme had dominated countless men over the years, many of them sexually.

“May I speak to you as a fellow hypnodomme rather than a doctor?” Doctor Carson asked.

Jing-Mei nodded.

“Of course, Mistress Rochelle,” she said.

Rochelle smiled; though she was a dedicated doctor, she was also a skilled hypnotist who enjoyed dominating people in her free time just as much as any other hypnodomme.

This gave her insight into her patient other doctors would not have.

Mistress Rochelle rather than Doctor Carson sat beside Jing-Mei.

“I am guessing that a lot of your partners over the years have been women? I would even bet the majority of them are female. Female hypnotists dominate other females partially because we don’t have to worry about getting pregnant when we have sex with them. Also, how many of the men that you have had sex with have you let cum inside you? I know that I always take control of my male lovers’ cocks and I don’t allow them to ejaculate inside me. So do most female hypnotists I know; there are a variety of reasons not to allow it, pregnancy only being one…,” she said reasonably.

Jing-Mei looked dumbfounded as the reality of Rochelle’s words sank in.

She never let men cum inside her, even Roger. It wasn’t to avoid pregnancy, but to keep herself clean, free of anything unpleasant they might be carrying.

Jing-Mei did not allow any man to cum inside her.

Except one…

“I…I…holy shit. I do not…I have allowed one man recently to ejaculate in me…six weeks ago…now that you mention it, that was the first time anyone has done so inside me in years,” Jing-Mei said quietly.

Is it possible? Am I carrying Sean’s baby? At my age? she wondered.

“How many times?” Rochelle asked quietly.

“Excuse me?” Jing-Mei asked.

“How many times did he cum inside you?” Rochelle asked.

Jing-Mei was thoughtful a moment.

“At least ten; probably twelve is more accurate,” she said matter-of-factly.

Rochelle looked stunned.

She could not keep from laughing.

“Ten or twelve times? Are you serious? Okay, you are my hero, Jing-Mei,” she said playfully.

The Chinese hypnotist raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly.

“You have never had a sex marathon with a very desirable male you have enslaved?” she asked a bit defensively.

“Jing-Mei, I am not judging, I am jealous. Now you have to admit, a man shooting his load in you a dozen times certainly supports my theory,” Rochelle said reasonably.

Jing-Mei was quiet for a moment. She was remembering Sean on top her her, thrusting powerfully, shuddering with pleasure as he orgasmed, his cock spasming as he spurted inside her.

“It was over the course of three days. He is very…potent, and we have a marvelous time together. Rochelle, do you really think I could have a baby?” Jing-Mei asked, her voice quiet.

Rochelle nodded.

“I do. Especially with what you just told me. Would you like to find out for sure?” she asked gently.

Jing-Mei nodded, a slightly dazed expression on her face.

“Alright. We should do a trans-vaginal ultrasound; it is better than a trans-abdominal ultrasound for pregnancies earlier than seven weeks. Is that okay with you, Jing-Mei?” Rochelle asked.

Again, Jing-Mei nodded her consent.

Rochelle stood and went back to being Doctor Carson.

She checked Jing-Mei’s blood pressure a second time, and then went to get the equipment.

Doctor Carson returned a short time later accompanied by a petite, pretty blonde blonde nurse named Sheila who set up the ultrasound. After explaining the procedure, Doctor Carson had Jing-Mei remove her flip-flops, pants and underwear, then lie back on the exam table with her knees bent so she could gently insert a device called a transducer into her vagina.

Once the transducer was in, Sheila began to slowly turn it so the sound waves it emitted could create an image of the inside of Jing-Mei’s pelvic area and reproductive organs.

Doctor Carson adjusted some knobs and pressed a few buttons on the machine.

“Okay, here we go. That is your uterus,” she said, moving the monitor so her patient could see it.

Jing-Mei lifted her head and shoulders, staring at the screen with anticipation.

She was holding her breath.

“And there it is…right there. See that? It is the size of a pea or so…and there’s the heartbeat. You can’t always detect it this early. Can you see it?” Doctor Carson said with a smile.

Jing-Mei exhaled and looked at the screen in wonder.

“Yes, I…I can’t believe it…I am really pregnant?” she asked quietly.

“You are. That is your baby. Congratulations,” Doctor Carson replied with a smile.

Jing-Mei smiled as well, tears suddenly trickling down her face.

“I never thought I could, they told me…oh my, I am dizzy all of a sudden,” she said.

Jing-Mei closed her eyes and laid back on the exam bed.

“Okay, just relax Jing-Mei. Relax…take some nice deep breaths…everything is okay. I am just going to remove the transducer…relax and breathe…in and out…,” Doctor Carson said in her hypnotist’s voice.

Sheila moved aside and Doctor Carson gently removed the transducer from Jing-Mei’s vagina.

Jing-Mei inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled slowly through her mouth several times, allowing herself to sink into a light trance.

You are calm and relaxed…calm and relaxed…everything is fine…calm and relaxed, she suggested to herself.

Jing-Mei brought herself out of her trance and opened her eyes.

She sat up.

“What are the odds I can carry this child to term, Doctor Carson?” Jing-Mei asked calmly.

She was back to her typical stoic, composed and poised self.

“Actually, they are pretty good. I can’t promise you anything, but as I said, you are in excellent health. You will have the best care possible if you want to go through The Spiral. Doctor Clarkson is an excellent OBGYN. Women in their fifties are having children more often nowadays. There is an increased risk of dangerous conditions; gestational diabetes and preeclampsia, for example. They are manageable though. Jing-Mei, if you want this child, I will do everything in my power to help you,” Doctor Carson assured her.

Jing-Mei looked solemn for a moment.

Then she smiled.

“Thank you Doctor Carson. Truly. I do want this baby, my child. I am going to be a mother. I cannot believe it. I wanted a child so badly when I was in my twenties, and then that twit of a doctor said I was infertile,” she said with a shake of her head.

“Well, they were mistaken. I take it you know who the father is?” Doctor Carson asked.

Jing-Mei nodded, a slightly pained expression on her face.

“I do. It could be a…messy situation if I tell him,” she said.

“Well, that is of course entirely your business. If you can find out some about his medical history, that will be helpful, but it isn’t required. I know this is a big surprise, and a lot to process. You need to take some time and relax. Go get that mani-pedi. Have dinner with your sister. We will make you an appointment for tomorrow, and we can discuss everything with Doctor Clarkson?” Doctor Carson suggested.

Jing-Mei took another deep breath and nodded.

“That sounds good, Doctor. Thank you,” she said.

“Would you like Sheila to eat you out? It will help you relax, in my medical opinion. She is a sex-slave as well as a nurse, and well-trained,” Doctor Carson, or rather Mistress Rochelle, offered.

“I would be happy to, High Mistress. It would be an honor,” Sheila said eagerly.

Jing-Mei chuckled.

“I suppose I am sitting here without pants or underwear on…yes, that would be lovely,” she said.

She spread her legs as Shiela knelt on the tiled floor and put her hair in a ponytail.

“Would you like some privacy?” Doctor Carson asked.

“That is up to you, Doctor. I don’t mind an audience…oh my!” Jing-Mei gasped as Sheila went to work on her pussy.

“She is very skilled. Do you mind if I masturbate? I am rather excited myself,” Doctor Carson asked shamelessly.

“Not at…all…oh…OH! Yes, mmm, keep it up dear!” Jing-Mei moaned.

Shiela was sucking at her clit while teasing her pussy lips with her fingers.

Doctor Carson stepped out of her pumps and lifted her short black skirt, revealing her lack of underwear and shaved pussy.

Soon she was leaning against the wall, her eyes closed and moaning while she frantically stroked her wet pussy.

Jing-Mei orgasmed first, letting out a shriek as she trembled in ecstasy.

“Thank you, Sheila! You are very good at that!” she gasped after she had cum.

Sheila smiled, pleased by Jing-Mei’s reaction to her efforts.

“It was an honor to pleasure you, High Mistress,” she said, rising and performing a curtsy.

Rochelle was trembling as she rubbed herself vigorously. Both Jing-Mei and Sheila watched, enjoying the spectacle as the beautiful doctor pleasured herself.

“Mmmm…oh yes…there it is…yes, oh yes! I… needed that,” Rochelle gasped, shuddering as she orgasmed.

Sheila brought Rochelle and Jing-Mei warm, wet towels to clean up with.

Jing-Mei then calmly got dressed, and Doctor Carson fixed her skirt and slipped on her shoes, then checked herself in a mirror hanging on the wall.

“Sheila, would you schedule an appointment for Jing-Mei with Doctor Clarkson tomorrow? And put it on my schedule as well, please,” Doctor Carson said as she looked herself over.

“Right away doctor,” Sheila said cheerfully.

“Thank you again, Doctor,” Jing-Mei said after the nurse had left the room.

She was her typical calm, poised self once again.

“It was my pleasure, High Mistress Jing-Mei. Literally and figuratively. I am very happy for you,” Doctor Carson replied.

Jing-Mei nodded.

Her stoic facade broke, and she smiled; a beaming, joyful smile.

She had been smiling a lot lately.

I am having a baby…Sean’s baby, Jing-Mei thought happily.

A miracle had occurred for Jing-Mei.

At that moment, nothing else in the world mattered.