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Jessica’s track record for winning hypnosis duels was unblemished, and as a goofy looking smile came across Chris’s face, it was looking to stay that way. She yawned as she ran her hand underneath his chin, seeing how already his mind was starting to break down for her. It all came too easy to her now, as she always found with men who claimed to be powerful hypnotists, their bark was bigger than their bite. Chris she’d found online a few days back, his reputation preceded him as a skilled hypnotist, with a record only second to her own. She could tell why early on; it wasn’t just the usual fare with him of trying to get his opponent to look at a spiral or something so trite. Chris had his own style, his own methodology, he was much more like Jessica in a sense than most hypnotists she’d spoken to, at least before she got into their heads. He was a handsome guy too, something Jessica found to be quite rare amongst her opponents so far. A tall glass of water, his slightly messy blonde hair, and a thin but strong body, dusted with a light tan, it made Jessica want to win even more.

She wasn’t too bad herself, not the sort of bombshell model looking type, but she made what she had work well. Jessica’s figure was curvier, so she used outfits to accentuate it well. She stood as tall, if not taller than a lot of men, which no doubt helped her in her mind games. Still she’d go for heels though. The higher the heel the better, not just for the height, but for the deception. She may have gone for more of a femme fatale look, with her dyed red hair and dark eye shadow, but played a much more innocent role when starting off with people. It wasn’t hard for her to get their attention, on the night she met Chris she wore a long black dress, with cuts in all the right places to tempt him in. She was proud of her breasts in particular, it wasn’t a sophisticated trick, but hey, show a man some cleavage and the state they get in wins the duel for you, as Jessica had said before.

The night of her meeting up with Chris was something of a spectacle really. They both held their own followings within the hypnosis community, and were considered to be semi famous, or perhaps infamous depending on who you asked. Many men before Chris tried to hypnotize Jessica, and many women tried it with Chris. Many of those were now their loyal obedient followers. They bought their content, they liked everything they put on social media, they held them in high adoration. So, when word started to spread that these two titans of hypnosis were to meet, well it’s understandable that there was a large audience wanting to see that. It was in their back and forth messaging, that Chris proposed an idea. The winner of their duel could put up a video of the loser, depicting them however they thought fitting. Jessica accepted of course, not just because she was so certain of her own victory, but Chris at least seemed more respectable than the hypnotists that came before him. In the impossible case of her defeat, she knew he wouldn’t do anything too bad. She looked forward to the day, where she’d finally meet a worthy opponent.

Unfortunately, two drinks, and roughly half hour in, she was sorely disappointed. This was the legendary Chris? The man she’d got under so easily, who was now hanging on her every word as she span her mental web around him? He’d had some neat tricks sure, and he’d even managed to get a little bit of information out of her on her likes and kinks, but this was still very much a no contest duel. She’d at least hoped he’d last long enough for her to get some real satisfaction out of this. Jessica looked Chris over, figuring at the very least, she could have some fun with him.

‘Well Chris I guess we’re going back to mine,’ she said.

Chris just stared at her in adoration, nodding his head. It was almost comical how easy this was for her. Deep down she was a little suspicious this was all part of his technique, but looking at how his eyed were glazed over, how a slack face led to his jaw drooping, she couldn’t see him coming back from this. Jessica knew there was plenty of toys back at her place anyways that could make sure of that. She guided him along by his collar as they made their way to the exit. She wished she’d brought a collar and leash, but she didn’t know it would prove this easy. Chris just followed on, eyes drooping, that big smile on his face, sleepwalking into his own mental oblivion. Jessica purposely picked a bar close to her place, for her convenience, and because well, she knew she was going to win. It was a short walk back to hers, but she kept up the conditioning.

One hand dragged Chris along by his collar to assert dominance, the other lay between his legs, teasing him. He moaned and groaned, not caring about anyone who walked past the pair, his mind was too far gone for that. Jessica was more than happy to find out from her teasing, that Chris was quite well endowed. Whether or not he’d even get to use his cock was still in question though, sometimes Jessica liked to simply use the other parts of men she ensnared. What was really racking her brain though was the matter of the video, and what to do with Chris overall. She could just make a video of him on his knees, collared up and drooling, but that was so basic, so average. She’d need to do something truly special for such a famous hypnotist.

Jessica opened the door to her apartment and dragged Chris in behind. The moment he was inside, she gently pushed him onto his hands and knees, she figured she might as well get him used to crawling. Chris crawled behind Jessica, who led them to the living room of her apartment. It was a spacious, luxurious place, which of course she could afford due to some persuasive negotiation tactics. She instructed him to kneel at the centre of the room on a rug, while she gathered a few things from her bedroom. First off of course, was the camera and a stand, so she could record the video as promised. Secondly, she gathered up some rope and a blindfold, an idea was forming in her mind about how she’d at least start the video. The rope and blindfold would of course have some kinky uses, but her focus was on keeping Chris restrained, and under control. She’d noticed the deep blue of his eyes already, and with how attractive she found his body, there was no question that restraining him now would be best, before she enacted her plan. While in her room, Jessica admired herself in her mirror, thinking of how she did look good, even if she didn’t feel all that fulfilled by such an easy win. To make the video even more tantalising (not that she needed to do much to get her devoted followers paying for it), she’d put on a much more seductive outfit. She removed her dress, and the rather plain underwear she was wearing underneath. In its place, she put on stockings and a black, lacey set of lingerie. The heels of course stayed. This was her most powerful, dominant look, few men even needed trancing when she looked like this. She also picked up a collar and leash, Jessica of course went for the pink, pretty princess styled one, because why not work in a little humiliation?

She went back downstairs to see Chris kneeling still, a big smile on his face, eyes still glazed. It was a shame to cover them almost, but she wanted to be safe in the next part of her plan. With the blindfold over his head, Chris stayed the same, totally entranced and lost in a world of submission. Then, came the binding of his hands and feet, to keep him in a kneeling position. There was of course, a little strain to this position when tied up, one that reminded Chris of his predicament at all times. Jessica held the collar in her hands too, but hesitated, it didn’t feel right to put it on him, at least not yet. Instead, she set up the camera, placing it upon its tripod, giving the world a full view of Chris, infamous hypnotist, bound, kneeling, and broken.

‘Hello all, as you can see, our little hypnoduel came to a rather disappointing end, he fell so very easily. Now, I’m going to do something a little special for you all, I’m going to take Chris out of this trance, so he can realise straight away just how badly he lost,’ Jessica said to the camera.

She marched over to Chris, making a show of swaying her body for the camera. To add insult to injury, she even pushed Chris down to her heels, the bound hypnotist of course, didn’t object. Then as he lay before her heels, she put a hand upon his forehead, and began to bring him out of trance. His first words when conscious, weren’t what she expected.

‘Oh good, I won,’ he said.

Jessica couldn’t help but laugh. Was it an intentional joke, or was he really just this arrogant?

‘You’re bound, blindfolded, and at my heels, oh yes you’ve won for sure slave,’ she replied.

Chris let out a laugh of his own, he stayed where he was at Jessica’s heels, making no effort to lift himself into a less submissive position.

‘That’s right, I’ve won. I get the pleasure of you engaging me in all these fun hypnotic kinks of mine, while I can just relax and lie back for it all. I’m guessing you’ve even dressed up nice for me, haven’t you Jessica?’ he asked.

She turned a little red at this, perhaps the blindfold wasn’t doing a good enough job of obscuring his vision? Regardless, she knew he’d try something, this was just her chance to prove her dominance. She stroked under Chris’s chin with her heel, as she regained her full composure for a second.

‘I think you find you’ll be serving me while I relax, you were quite easy to put under you know,’ she said, a hint of mockery seeping into her words.

‘Well that was the plan, tell me Jessica, is the camera on and ready?’

Without even really thinking about it, she told him that yes, the camera was on and running.

‘Good, good it’s important we capture all of this. You were right about you being served while you relax after all, I mean you always lose these and have the exhaustion of feigning being dominant, when this time you’ve managed to win for once! Now you can enjoy your victory for me, right Jessie? You don’t mind me calling you that by the way, do you?’

What was happening? What was he even talking about? She’d won, they both agreed on it, so why even bring it up? She wasn’t exhausted from feigning being dominant, sure maybe the spark wasn’t quite as bright as it was before, but it wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy it anymore. She really enjoyed it, just thinking about it then was making her hot, excited.

‘What? Sure whatever, now listen Chris, I only brought you out of trance to gloat and make sure you knew how you lost, so get ready to fall back under,’

She reached down to grab Chris’s head and start to induce him back into a trance when she found herself frozen bending over. Her ass was on full display to the camera, and something about that was just so exciting.

‘Yes, get ready to fall back under, you seem a little hesitant Jessie, what’s wrong?’ Chris asked.

‘It’s, umm, it’s nothing, I just,’ Jessica’s words stumbled out of her, she still couldn’t move her body.

How was he doing this? She’d hypnotised him; she’d broken him so easily, how could he have any control of himself left, let alone any control over her? Before she could stammer more, Chris let out a long shush, one that seemed to quiet her mind itself.

‘Tell me Jessie, and your audience, how did tonight go down?’ he said.

Jessica thought back on the night, on everything she’d done to enthral Chris and lead him back to hers.

‘We met at the bar where I put you under after only two drinks and half an hour,’ she said, a monotone inflection in her voice.

‘Is that really what happened Jessie? Are you sure it wasn’t me who put you under?’

Flashes of the bar, of Chris’s lovely eyes, of his hand stroking under her chin and bringing her down to oblivion. No, they couldn’t possibly be real, she’d won, she’d hypnotized him. This was just some cheap trick.

‘Yes, I’m sure, I remember taking you here from the bar, I dragged you along like the slave you are,’

She was sure of this, even if he put a trick in her head to reverse that image, it’d make no sense, she was wearing a dress, one with such a low neck it wouldn’t be feasible to drag her along.

‘You did take me here from the bar yes, but there wasn’t any dragging involved, a bit of groping for sure though,’ Chris said.

The flashes came back to Jessica’s mind, filling her body with humiliation, and a powerful heat. She didn’t drag him along, she walked just in front of him as his hand groped and squeezed her ass. Her hands played with her breasts, as she moaned and groaned, not caring who was about. Outside of the flashes, back in the real world, a place Jessica was becoming more uncertain about by the moment, one of her hands drifted between her legs. She didn’t seem to even notice it.

‘No, that’s not right, I remember telling you we’re going back to mine, I’d be too tranced out to say something like that if you’d have tranced me,’ she said, a smile forming on her face.

‘Of course, silly, but that’s not what happened is it Jessie?’

There were the flashes again, of her sitting there, and Chris telling her she was going back to his. She remembered in the bar looking at him with such adoration, as her eyes glazed over and her jaw went slack, causing drool to pool on her. Yes, it was almost comically easy how he’d overwhelmed her mind and brought her under his power.

Jessica found herself kneeling now beside Chris, still holding onto the notion she’d won, still grasping at any straws she could. Whether this was all real or not was still a mystery, it was clear Chris could influence her to think so anyways.

‘Wait, my outfit though, I changed into something more dominant, how would I have that outfit at your place?’ Jessie felt her eyes glazing over as the flashes came back to her. Wait, no Jessica, her name was Jessica, she insisted in her head.

‘Well silly why not take a look at your outfit and see if that’s true?’

Jessie looked down to see she for sure wasn’t looking dominant, and the flashes in her mind confirmed it. The lingerie wasn’t all black, it was pastel pink. Her stockings were knee high socks, she saw herself dazed in Chris’s living room, as he told her to go change into something more fitting. That Jessie, the one from the flashes, giggled, said yes Master, then walked right upstairs. She put on the lingerie, including the panties with “dumb slut” across the back, something she’d never wear normally. She giggled as she put on a full face of makeup for her new Master, in a state of mindless bliss as his words bounced around her empty little head, enslaving her more and more.

‘But, but, I…tied you up,’ Jessie said, her brain breaking as she found it now impossible to tell what was a flash in her mind, and what was reality.

Chris stood up, he put his hand under Jessie’s chin, and tilted her head upwards. He removed the blindfold and stared into her eyes. She was right to have blindfolded them, that deep blue swallowed up any resistance Jessie had left, her eyes rolled up into her head as she moaned and squirmed, feeling the ecstasy of her will draining away.

‘Aww you didn’t do a very good job kitten, you even forgot your collar,’ Chris said.

Jessie just babbled mindlessly, as Chris then fixed that pink collar into place. He tugged on the lead so his new pet would crawl right in front of the camera. As she fell to her hands and knees before it, Chris stroked down her back, fondling, and teasing as he saw fit. Jessie was in absolute bliss; the drool ran from her mouth and with every drop she felt her brain fall away even more. She knew how her Master liked dumb little bimbo slaves, she remembered fully now how she even fell under his control as they arranged the duel. Collared, broken and brainwashed, Jessie couldn’t imagine anything better.

‘Now slave, why don’t you tell the audience how you’ve won today?’

Jessie giggled, she wasn’t so good with words, that was more her Master’s department, but she’d try her best.

‘So, like, I won the best prize of all, getting to serve my Master! I’m so happy now he’s like, totally brainwashed me hehe!’

As she said all this, Chris couldn’t help but think of how his new slave knew a whole network of capable, hypnotic women, and how much better off they’d be winning like Jessie did. Jessie meanwhile couldn’t think of anything at all, her brain was too empty at that moment. Soon, her Master would reprogram her for the pleasure of their audience. Her Master would let her hold onto one thing from her old self though, that her record for winning hypnosis duels was unblemished.