Gemna at the Mesmer Club 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.

Hypnotized Ballerinas Part 5

I already had four half-naked and hypnotized women dancing across the stage thinking that they were ballerinas. Not exactly the best time to give Katherine a quiet, meditative induction. Evelyn had her already fully dressed for the occasion, so I decided to go with something a little more pompous and hypnotize her before she even made it across the stage.

THE MESMER: Katherine, you hear the unmistakable sound of your Master's voice and you feel the irresistible urge to come to me. You see your friends dancing in mindless ecstasy and you feel yourself becoming more and more like them with every step that you take...

By the time Katherine reached me, she was in a twilight daze. She seemed to try and focus her eyes on me, but kept surrendering herself to a blank stare at nothing in particular. She absentmindedly put her hand on my chest like she was trying to anchor herself while she waited for permission to let her mind and body float away.

THE MESMER: The other ballerinas are feeling ecstasy because the gaze of the audience on their bodies is filling them with more pleasure than they can comprehend. You're becoming aware of it now.

She started to gently dig her fingers into my jacket. Her free hand started lazily and aimlessly running across her chest.

THE MESMER: You're powerless against the pleasure that you feel. All that hypnotized ballerinas can do, all that hypnotized ballerinas want to do, is dance for the audience and drift further and further under my control.

With that, I lifted her hand off my lapel and pulled it upward until her other arm rose with it in unison. I stepped back as the fifth hypnotized ballerina floated away to join the others.

Hypnotized Ballerinas Part 4

The show was running smoothly. Maybe a little too smoothly. If Evelyn didn't come back soon, I was going to run out things to contribute. I was on stage in the middle of four of my most talented employees who currently found themselves to be hypnotized and horny "ballerinas" compelled to dance. It felt like my presence was no longer needed. I could have probably slipped off stage and had a drink, but my head bartender was twirling toward stage right in nothing fishnets and a tutu... it couldn't hurt to refresh their suggestions a little bit to fill for time.

THE MESMER: All of your thoughts continue to drift from your heads as you float across the stage. The more you let go, the more free you feel, the more effortlessly your bodies move. So effortless, you're barely aware of anything at all. You're aware of my voice. You're aware of the audience. You're aware of how good their gaze feels on your skin. You want more of it. You dance to wrap yourself in it and it fills you with pleasure. You want to do everything you can to keep their eyes on you. It's orgasmic to bathe in their fascination...

At that moment, Evelyn passed through the curtain back onto the stage. She was leading a new guest in front of her. Katherine. Katherine had been working the door as a hostess that night. Prior to working at the Mesmer Club, Molly and Katherine had been members of a touring ballet company. She would have been inconsolable if I forgot to include her in a hypnotized ballet night. Evelyn was a lifesaver.

THE MESMER: Earlier tonight, some of you may have been welcomed to this club by our next volunteer- please join me now in repaying her that same kindness. Ladies and gentlemen, Katherine Moore!

Evelyn had already dressed her off stage in a light blue tutu that matched what was left of her Mesmerized Doll uniform. To the audience, Katherine might have looked a little nervous walking toward me across the stage, but I knew her well enough to know that she was just trying to contain her excitement. She was one of the most enthusiastically suggestible girls that I'd ever worked with. Really, Evelyn bringing her on stage half undressed would probably be all the encouragement she'd need to start dancing herself into an obedient trance- but, damn it, I was a professional. And this stage full of blissed-out, gorgeous women needed my commitment to showmanship, at least until Emily turned up behind the bar...

Mesmerized Centerfold: Evelyn

I could hear the metallic jingling approaching from the moment she stepped out of the elevator. I was in my office above the Mesmer Club; contemplating the ice in my otherwise empty glass and debating the merits of pouring myself more bourbon against going down to the club and asking Lydia to mix me something a little flashier. The approach of a guest tipped the scales in favor of simplicity and I was in the process of freshening up the ice by the time Evelyn appeared in the doorway.

EVELYN: I wanted to thank you for your help photographing all of the girls wearing next season's lingerie line.

She was dressed in a purple and silver belly dancer outfit. That explained the jingling. She looked fantastic and I could tell she was aware of it.

THE MESMER: You're very welcome, Evelyn.

EVELYN: To express my gratitude, I thought I'd dress up like a harem slave for you and let you do whatever you wanted with me...

THE MESMER: That's very kind of you. Maybe we could start by shooting one more set of photos with you in your harem outfit?

It had seen enough use recently that I had my camera sitting next to my desk ready to go.

THE MESMER: This lighting should work, if it's okay with you. Go ahead and strike some poses for me whenever you're ready.

EVELYN: Awww... That's a little bit disappointing...

THE MESMER: What's that?

EVELYN: I'm happy to follow orders like a good slave, Master, but didn't you hypnotize all the other girls into being your obedient sluts first? I'd hate to think that I'm being punished for submitting so... enthusiastically...

THE MESMER: They weren't all hypnotized first. Some of them found themselves gradually seduced by the camera's pretty flashing lights. You've found yourself fascinated by the pretty flashing lights plenty of times, haven't you?

EVELYN: Mmmm. Mhmm...

She seemed involuntarily relaxed by the memory of past brainwashed photo shoots. Her arms dropped to her side and her lips curled into a soft smile. It seemed like she had come to my office to try out "bratty harem slave". I wasn't entirely sure what to do with it, but I could certainly work with the "harem slave" part.

THE MESMER: If you're in a rush to be a mindless slave for the rest of the night, I want you to feel your thoughts slip through your mind like grains of sand through a sieve. The only thoughts that remain are of being a completely submissive slave for your Master. You're too empty-headed to think. You're too empty-headed to speak. If you try, you find that all you accomplish is to stir up your thoughts of obedience. Your mind is otherwise completely vacant. Your body craves a chance to please your Master. Your body exists to serve your Master's whims. Your body feels electrified with an endless desire to please. Do you understand?

EVELYN: ...

THE MESMER: Good girl. Dance for me.

She started to dance as if obeying the order was orgasmic. Although, she had spent enough nights as a brainwashed slave that I knew she'd never cum without first being commanded to by her Master. Her body moved rhythmically but her expression was as blank as her mind. Only her eyes and her quiet gasping breath betrayed that the privilege to dance for her Master was satisfying some urgent and indescribable need. In a single movement, her skirt dropped to the floor as she stepped out of it and wrapped her body around mine.

THE MESMER: On your knees.

She dropped to the floor instantly. Her empty stare persisted; equal parts blissful obedience and silent pleading for more opportunities to be used.

THE MESMER: I would have loved to get some photos of you in that outfit, but first you insist on being put into a trance and then you start undressing without permission? Punish yourself by smacking your ass for me.

She propped herself up on her hands and knees and spanked herself with an intensity that, if I'm being honest, was way more aggressive than I had in mind.

THE MESMER: Back on your knees. I think I'll just photograph you exactly like this. In next month's issue of "Mesmer", we're going to print these photos of you feeling mindless and obedient. Every time you see them, you're going to remember how important patience is to empty-headed and obedient slaves. For now, every time you see the flash of the camera, your head is going to be flooded with thoughts of all the things an obedient slave can do to please her Master. They're going to tease you with all the pleasure that a good slave would feel if she were allowed to indulge in such things, but you're not allowed to indulge. They're going to pass through you and leave you still on your knees. Too aroused to move, too aroused to think, too aroused to speak. Do you understand?

EVELYN: ...

THE MESMER: When we're finished, I'll leave you half-dressed like this and bring you downstairs with me to the Mesmer Club. I'd like Lydia to mix me a more resplendent cocktail and then I'll let her decide how you're going to spend the rest of your night as my slave.

Mesmerized Centerfold: Alison

THE MESMER: Alison?

ALISON: Yes, Master?

Alison was seated on her bench, deep in a trance, turned around so that her back faced her piano. She was wearing a stage outfit that Evelyn had designed for her; a white dress with gold sequins and a pair of sparkling gold thigh highs. She was gently slumped forward, her arms relaxed and motionless at her sides, her eyes half closed and staring off into nowhere with a dull smile on her lips. When had been shooting some promotional photos for her upcoming shows, but with that taken care of, I was helping her to... unwind a bit.. so that we could shoot some centerfold photos for an upcoming issue of "Mesmer".

THE MESMER: Alison, I want you to become aware of the thigh highs that you've been wearing. Can you feel them against your skin?

ALISON: Yes, Master.

THE MESMER: In a moment- I'm going to bring you out of the relaxed and peaceful trance you're enjoying and we'll resume our photo shoot. When I do, you're going to realize that the fabric of your thigh highs is sending blissful, warm and wonderful tingling feelings through your body. Do you understand?

ALISON: Yes, Master.

THE MESMER: I'm going to count from five to one and by the time I reach the number one, you'll be wide awake and completely unaware of this little break that we took. Five. Drifting back to reality. Four. Regaining control of your senses. Three. Remembering where you are. Two. Remembering what we were doing. One...

She sat up looking a little disoriented, but quickly played it off like she was dismissing some errant thought. She looked into the camera, stood up and picked up her poses where she had left off.

THE MESMER: Everything alright?

ALISON: Sorry... Yeah! I just got little dist- Oh...

Her jaw dropped, she sat back down and started absentmindedly running her hands along her thighs.

ALISON: Soo... gooood....

Her attention collapsed as she grabbed on to the bench to steady herself while she started gently grinding into it. I decided to leave her alone for a minute to enjoy herself. Photos could wait.

ALISON: Why do they feel... Sssooo Good....?

A thought occurred to me

THE MESMER: You know, Alison, Evelyn gave me some matching gloves made from the same material. Would you like to try them on?

She looked up at me, but said nothing. She just held up her hands in front of her for me to dress her.

THE MESMER: We've still got some photos to take. If I put these gloves on you, do you promise you'll try and focus on posing for me?

Her arms stayed outstretched in front of her as she nodded in agreement. As I slid the first glove up her left arm, she started to quietly whimper with glee, but kept still. As soon as I pulled the right glove on, she pulled both hands away and started running them all over her body. She tore her dress off frantically, it was limiting her ability to feel the fabric of the gloves on her skin and that, apparently, irritated her greatly. I walked back, picked up the camera and waited for her to notice me. Eventually, she did and with a mischievous grin, she calmed herself enough to start striking the most seductive poses she could summon. Convoluted on my part, maybe, but the whole endeavor was yielding some wonderful images.

ALISON: Please... Please... Fuck me...

THE MESMER: I mean, I think we could still get a few more good shots first?

ALISON: ... Fuck me...

At this point, she was starting to do a lot less posing and a lot more masturbating. We were maybe getting into diminishing returns for our efforts. I could check this project off of my to do list. Now I just had to decide if it would be more fun to snap her out of it, or oblige her request...