Gemna at the Mesmer Club - Chapter 1 Part 3

Gemna at the Mesmer Club - Chapter 1 Part 2

Evelyn had a private lingerie boutique connected the the lobby that we called "The Coat Check". Some of Evelyn's dolls would occasionally intercept our more modestly dressed guests as they came through the lobby and "persuade" them to dress in something a little more risque. Sometimes a lot more risque. When I stopped in to chat with Evelyn, she was almost done dressing a very entranced Gemna in something a lot more risque.

EVELYN: You're doing great, Gemna. This suits you much better than that boring office blouse you wore in here. Good girls feel so much better when they're showing off their bodies.

GEMNA: ... So much better...

EVELYN: Good girls love to be used like an empty-headed mannequin.

GEMNA: Empty-headed mannequin...

EVELYN: That's right. We'll do all of your thinking for you. You can just spend your night floating around in the bliss of having your body perfectly curated by skilled professionals. Have a look!

Evelyn gestured toward one of the mirrors. Gemna slowly focused enough to take in her own reflection.

GEMNA: I'm... I'm almost naked?

The surprise seemed strong enough to pull her out of Evelyn's trance. Evelyn gave her a swift, playful smack on the ass and Gemna melted back into a blissed-out daze. We all realized very quickly that the easiest way to control Gemna was to spank her.

EVELYN: Good girls are so aroused by being mindless, half-naked mannequins.

GEMNA: ... So... Aroused...

Evelyn spun her around on the fitting platform then rearranged Gemna's thong as high on her hips as it would ride before smoothing out the fabric of her dress. I leaned on a mirror, sipped my drink and didn't interrupt.

EVELYN: These masks we wear originated as part of Il Carnevale di Venezia. Revelers used the anonymity to subvert ridiculous social structures in pursuit of pleasure. Admirable. Inspiring. Fashion has power, Gemna. It can control how we think and feel. You're going to experience that power tonight. Anonymity from others is a start, but you're feeling anonymity from yourself. You're going to forget everything you know about Gemna the mousey secretary. All of her worries and insecurities and petty hang-ups are none of your concern. You're going to meet the Gemna you're seeing in the mirror. We're all going to meet her. The girl that's so turned on by being a half-naked mannequin that she's struggling not to cum. Maybe she wants to make everyone else as horny as she is. Step down from the fitting platform and let's go learn about her.

I really need to start moving faster on this...

Gemna at the Mesmer Club - Chapter 1 Part 1

The elevator doors opened to the hotel lobby. It was late afternoon and I was making my way to the Mesmer Club to check in with the girls before things got busy for the evening. As I descended the broad stairs leading to the bar, Evelyn was leaving. She was already dressed in her full Mesmerized Doll uniform.

EVELYN: Master! Perfect timing! I was just looking for you.

THE MESMER: Good evening, Evelyn.

EVELYN: There's a young woman enjoying a drink at the bar that I think might benefit from some Mesmer Club hospitality. She's chatting with Lydia at the moment but I have Mallory getting dressed to help... loosen her up a bit. Of course, if you were to get involved...

She trailed off and looked back at a woman seated on a bar stool in a teal blouse and black skirt nervously clutching a cocktail that might have been a Vieux Carré. She turned back with excitement in her eyes.

EVELYN: Mallory should be dressed by now. I'll send her right over.

And off she went. I wasn't at all sure what Evelyn had in mind, but it sounded like it would be fairly obvious in a moment. As I approached the bar, Lydia made sure to get my attention.

LYDIA: Boss, I'd like you to meet Gemna!

Gemna, the young woman in the teal blouse, was revealed to have a nervous smile to match her nervous grip on what was definitely a Vieux Carré.

THE MESMER: It's a pleasure to meet you, Gemna. How are you enjoying your time at the Mesmer Club?

GEMNA: I- umm... It's... A friend of mine from work came here for a show last night and said that she "had the time of her life"... she made me promise I'd stop here for a drink on my way home, but- I wasn't expecting... showgirls?

Almost as if on cue, a barely dressed and very hypnotized Mallory arrived, seemingly compelled to dance seductively for our confused guest. Gemna seemed taken aback by the display. Her posture tensed up, but it seemed Evelyn's appraisal was accurate- she didn't look away. She seemed transfixed by the rhythmic movements of Mallory's body.

THE MESMER: You don't think your friend would enjoy "showgirls"?

Lydia smirked.

GEMNA: Umm... It doesn't seem like her...

THE MESMER: Ah. Well, if we can give people a place to unwind and relax and indulge outside of their normal appearances for a bit, then, hopefully, we're doing our jobs.

GEMNA: ...unwind?

THE MESMER: Sure. This lovely woman dancing for you is Mallory. Normally, she's actually our head of security. At the moment, she's your mesmerized belly dancer. She doesn't have a care in the world other than helping you relax.

GEMNA: What... What do I do?

THE MESMER: Just watch her and listen to the sound of my voice. Look at the way she moves her body. Think about how good your body would feel if you were in her place. So tranquil. So free. As you move, all of your tension and inhibitions, all of your worries and thoughts would just drift away.

I was just trying to give her some light relaxation suggestions, but she was lazily unfastening buttons on her blouse and tugging at her skirt. Evelyn really was an incredible talent scout.

GEMNA: I don't know what... I'm doing...

Lydia took the opportunity to lean across the bar and whisper in her ear.

LYDIA: That's perfect, Gemna. You're doing so well. You can forget about everything but our Master's voice.

It was early, the club was still close to empty and Gemna seemed incredibly suggestible. Really, it would have been a waste of everyone's time to not turn this into a full induction.

THE MESMER: Gemna?

GEMNA: Yes, Master?

THE MESMER: Gemna, the more you hear my voice- the more aware you become of the power it has over you. The more aware you become of the power it has over your mind. The more aware you become of the power it has over your body. You can't resist it. Mallory's body is relaxing you and arousing you, but when I tell you that you find her infinitely more relaxing and infinitely more arousing, it's an irresistible truth to you.

I put my hands on Gemna's shoulders and gently spun her on her stool to face the bar.

THE MESMER: When I tell you that all you can think about is how attracted you are to Lydia, how enamored you are with the lines of her blue satin teddy and how much you'd like to feel them both pressed against your skin, what thoughts fill your mind?

It was a rhetorical question. Gemna was too deep in trance and too turned on to speak. Lydia, delighted to be involved, struck a little pose and gave herself a playful spank. Gemna audibly moaned.

THE MESMER: Lydia and Mallory are two of my Mesmerized Dolls. You're going to meet several others. As you find my voice impossible to resist, you're going to find that you feel surprisingly suggestible when they speak to you. Even once you've returned from this blissful, mindless trance, you'll feel strangely compelled by their voices. You'll find that whenever one of us calls you a *good girl you'll end up in a mindless trance, just like this one, that lasts until you've done exactly as you're told. Do you understand?*

With considerable effort, Gemna managed to nod her head in agreement.

LYDIA: Be a good girl and smack your ass for our Master.

Gemna rose to her feet, bent over the bar and smacked her ass compulsively. I looked over at Lydia.

LYDIA: Sorry! I spanked myself once and now I've got spanks on the brain. Her butt looks cute in those pantyhose...

THE MESMER: Gemna, in a moment I'm going to count down from three and snap my fingers. When I do, you're going to come back to your senses. You're going to realize your blouse and skirt are on the floor and you're seated drinking a Vieux Carré while Mallory dances for you- you're going to decide for yourself how you feel about that. Do you understand?

She nodded.

THE MESMER: 3... 2... 1...

Hypnotized Ballerinas Part 6

Evelyn was watching with satisfaction as her friends and coworkers spun mindlessly around the stage. Eventually, she noticed that my focus was on her rather than the dancers. She instantly knew what I was planning.

EVELYN: Oh, you bastard...

THE MESMER: Thank you so much for all of your help tonight, Evelyn. Now won't you please be a good girl and slip out of your bodysuit for this adoring crowd?

I'd been using "good girl" as a basic trigger to compel obedience with all of the girls for ages. Her annoyed expression went blank and she immediately began to undress. I had a feeling she would have been a good sport and played along tonight, even if she weren't hypnotized to obey. If I remembered, I'd have to ask her about it in the morning. Molly was dancing within arm's reach, so I gently pulled her closer.

THE MESMER: Molly, would you kindly raise your arms for me so that I can borrow your tutu?

Her arms shot above her head before I'd even finished the question. Her whole body shook at my touch as I slid the skirt over her head.

MOLLY: Please make me cum... Master... Please make me cum...

Molly seemed to be on the verge of being overwhelmed by her suggestions, but I ignored her pleas while I helped a dazed and naked Evelyn into Molly's tutu.

THE MESMER: Evelyn, you've listened over and over tonight as you've helped me guide the lovely girls on this stage into becoming empty-headed ballerinas. As you feel this tutu settle onto your hips, you realize that all of those words have had the same power over you, now unleashed. You realize the feeling of this wonderful crowd drinking in your body fills you with indescribable bliss. You realize there's no resisting the urge to dance for them. You realize the more you excite them, the more they excite you.

Under the cover of applause as Evelyn began to dance, I whispered to Molly.

THE MESMER: You can cum for your Master now.