The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lieutenant-Commander Marissa Foster sat silently in the driver’s seat of her Navy-blue Jeep Wrangler, her hands gripping the wheel tightly, her jaw clenched and her fetching green eyes staring straight ahead.

After a moment, she blew a long sigh.

“Well, fuck me,” she muttered.

Marissa got out of the vehicle, which was parked in front of a small whiskey bar called “The Last Dive” and took deep breath, composing herself before going inside.

The bar was indeed a dive, one frequented by many of the Marines and Navy sailors that were in San Diego at any given time.

The Last Dive was a popular destination for both enlisted personnel and officers, as well as civilians who were associated with the Navy and Marines.

Marissa made her way toward the bar; it was after ten o’clock, and The Last Dive was quite crowded.

Enlisted sailors and Marines moved out of Marissa’s way; officers of lower rank did the same, and those few that were Marissa’s superior gave her nods of respect which she returned as she went around them.

Dressed in her blue and grey working uniform, Marissa’s shoulder-length dark brown hair was up in a tight bun. Thirty-four, she was extremely fit, though petite and standing a mere five-foot-three. Though she typically wore minimal makeup, Marissa was undeniably pretty, with pouty lips and firm round breasts that she often caught her male shipmates eyeballing.

“Hey Chief Kowalski,” Marissa said to the middle-aged man behind the bar as she took a vacant seat, speaking loudly to be heard over din of the patrons’ lively conversation and the blaring rock music.

“Hello Commander. What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

He was a big man, in both height and girth, with short graying light brown hair and wearing a rumpled, filthy white apron over an equally wrinkled dark blue t-shirt with “Navy” emblazoned on the front in gold.

“Give me two shots of whatever you have open,” Marissa replied, glancing around the bar as she spoke.

“Uh-oh. Bad day?” Kowalski asked as he poured the drinks.

Marissa smiled wryly.

“You could say that. They denied my promotion,” she said, picking up one of the shot glasses and downing the whiskey.

Kowalski frowned.

“What? Are you fucking serious? After everything you have done?” he asked incredulously.

Marissa shrugged.

“Old news, I guess. I suppose I was delusional to think they would give me full Commander, let alone a command,” she said, downing the second shot.

“Bullshit. You earned that, kid. What the fuck is wrong with the brass?” Kowalski groused.

“When you figure that out, let me know because I have no clue,” Marissa replied.

She and Kowalski simultaneously looked down the bar in response to a loud shriek, audible even over the din of the rowdy bar.

“Her again?” Marissa said, rolling her eyes.

At the end of bar was a group of Marines and sailors, clustered around an undeniably beautiful blonde woman of perhaps twenty-two. She was tall, her lovely skinned tanned and flawless and her long hair styled in wavy layers. Her breasts were large and round, her eyes baby blue, and she was wearing large gold hoop earrings as well as several gold bracelets and rings. Her outfit consisted of an aquamarine halter top that showed off her taught abs and silver navel piercing, along with a short black skirt and sky-high strappy black stiletto sandals. Her long fingernails were painted in a French manicure, and her toenails were pristine white.

The young woman clearly enjoyed being the center of attention; she exuded charisma and sexuality, and she shamelessly teased and flirted with the smitten sailors and Marines.

“Ah yes, iral Ross’s youngest, Jessalyn. A real brat, loves attention that one. Shallow, self-centered little twit, always leading these young bucks on and makin’ fools of ’em, getting them to buy her drinks and take her places, and givin’ them nothing back but heartbreak. She gets a lot of them into trouble, some of it serious, and never suffers any consequences. I think she gets a kick out of it, honestly. Hides behind her daddy’s stars to avoid getting into trouble herself. Desperately needs to be put her in her place, if you ask me. But I am just an old Chief, what do I know?” Kowalski said with a scowl.

Yes she does. In fact, I think that sounds like a great idea, Marissa thought, frowning and watching the vapid blonde giggling as she laid on the bar and let a Marine Corporal lick a shot of whiskey from her navel.

“Fat chance of that, with her father being a four-star everyone respects…or fears. She should have more respect for him. The way she’s acting is disgraceful,” Marissa said aloud, glaring at Jessalyn as she spoke.

“Hey kid, you okay?” Kowalski asked with genuine concern.

Marissa turned back to him and smiled.

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you,” she replied with a wink.

“Things will look up. You’ll get full Commander next time, Foster,” Kowalski said kindly.

Marissa’s smile widened.

“Thank you, old man. I really do appreciate all your over the years,” she said appreciatively.

Kowalski nodded.

“My pleasure, Marissa. You are a credit to the Navy. How about another drink, on the house?” he asked.

Marissa shook her head.

“No thanks, two is my limit when I have duty the next day. I am going to go get some sleep. Don’t worry about me, I will get myself squared away in my head. Good night Chief,” she replied, glancing down the bar as she spoke.

Jessalyn was sauntering toward the back of the building, leading a tall young Marine private by the hand.

“Good night, Commander Foster. Hold fast,” Kowalski said, smiling and nodding at the young officer.

Marissa winked at him, then moved away from the bar. She had no intention of going home and going to bed…at least not yet.

Marissa walked outside, striding past a dozen sailors and Marines smoking cigarettes or using vaping devices and heading around the building. She moved slowly and quietly, and as she reached the empty dirt lot behind the building she saw exactly the scene she expected.

Jessalyn enthusiastically making out with the Marine she had led outside.

Marissa moved to stand five feet away from the oblivious couple, then loudly cleared her throat.

Jessalyn and the Marine reluctantly stopped kissing and turned to face her.

The Marine reflexively snapped to attention upon seeing Marissa’s rank.

“Commander Foster,” he said, clearly recognizing Marissa and firing off a perfect salute.

Marissa acknowledged the salute with a nod.

“PFC Williams, I need to have a little chat with Miss Ross. Why don’t you call it a night?” Marissa said calmly.

She gazed up at the Marine, who was ten inches taller, her fabulous green eyes unblinking and her demeanor cool and utterly confident.

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you,” Williams said.

“What? No! You don’t have to do what she says, Jake! You’re off duty!” Jessalyn said, her face reddening.

“Sorry, Jess. I will see you later,” Williams said apologetically as he began to walk away.

“You wish, you fucking coward. You missed your chance to get with this,” Jessalyn said with disdain.

Williams ignored her.

“Have a good night, Commander,” he said politely to Marissa as he continued on his way.

“Thank you, Private. I intend to,” Marissa replied, turning to face Jessalyn.

“What the hell? Who do you think you are, mes my night? He was going to take me to a club!” the blonde said, placing her hands on her hips and staring down at Marissa.

Naturally a few inches taller than Marissa, she towered over the Navy officer in her heels.

Marissa matched Jessalyn’s stare, her beautiful green eyes intense and unblinking.

Jessalyn frowned.

“Do you not know who my father is?” she huffed.

She was clearly used to intimidating even senior officers with her family name.

“Of course I do. iral Ross is a great man…but that has nothing to do with you, you vapid twit,” Marissa replied calmly.

Jessalyn’s face reddened.

“Excuse me? What the fuck did you just call me? I promise you, my father—,” she began.

“Will do nothing to me, brat. Now shut your mouth and look into my eyes,” Marissa replied in her command-officer’s voice.

The brunette opened her eyes wider, her stare intensifying.

Jessalyn gasped audibly as Marissa’s eyes began to subtly shimmer, golden flecks swirling in her emerald irises.

“What the actual fuck? Your eyes…how are you doing that?” Jessalyn asked in surprise.

She could feel invisible waves of energy lancing out from Marissa’s deep green eyes into her own blue ones.

“That’s it, just keep looking…deeper…deeper into my eyes…relax and listen to my voice…you cannot look away…relax…,” Marissa said firmly, her voice smoothly shifting to a seductive monotone.

“I…wait, what? Are you, uh…I mean…,” Jessalyn stammered.

The energy continued to emanate from Marissa’s eyes into hers, while the Navy officer’s voice flowed relentlessly into the blonde’s mind.

Jessalyn frowned, her body tingling as a wave of relaxation washed over her.

“That’s it…you are so relaxed now…sinking, falling quickly down…down…deeper and deeper…going into trance…your thoughts are fading, your mind going blank…relax completely…sinking deep into hypnosis for me…,” Marissa purred.

“I…I…s-stop…,” Jessalyn murmured, her shoulders slumping.

The intensity of the energy emanating from Marissa’s eyes intensified; Jessalyn’s gaze was riveted to the petite navy officer’s, and she was having difficulty thinking or speaking. The blonde whimpered pathetically, then fell silent.

“You are now completely relaxed, Jessalyn. You are hypnotized,” Marissa declared firmly.

“I am…hypnotized…,” the blonde murmured helplessly.

Jessalyn let out a loud sigh and her shoulders slumped even more as she dropped into a trance. Her blue eyes were wide, vacant and glassy and her mouth hung open as she stood silently before Marissa.

Hypnotized.

Marissa blinked her eyes rapidly, dry from staring intently at her victim; she then took a deep breath and glanced around, making sure no one had witnessed what had taken place.

Satisfied no one had witnessed her entrancing the younger woman, Marissa turned her attention back to Jessalyn and eyed the hypnotized woman with a smug, satisfied smile.

Marissa’s smile widened as she envisioned what she was planning to do with her beautiful young victim.

Her expression quickly soured, however.

What the hell are you doing, Marissa? You’re pissed off about getting ed over for a promotion and a command, so you are going to take it out on this ridiculous young woman? So much for the noble Navy officer, huh? she chided herself.

Marissa felt a pang of guilt, and she almost sent Jessalyn away with instructions to awaken from her trance and forget seeing Marissa or getting hypnotized.

Almost.

Marissa’s smile returned, even more wicked than before.

Fuck it. Too bad for Jessalyn you are not just a Navy officer…, she thought.

Lieutenant-Commander Marissa Foster was also Mistress Marissa, True Hypnotist.

She normally kept her hypnotic talents very secret, her life as a hypnodomme extremely separate from her Navy career.

Though she had been a hypnotist since she was a teenager, Marissa had never used her power to advance her career in any way, never hypnotized a fellow officer nor an enlisted person to make them do anything to benefit her professionally.

Marissa was a hypnodomme, however; during her free time she was not above hypnotizing people, both men and women, and turning them into her obedient servants and attentive, worshipful lovers.

Dominating them utterly and completely, reveling in her control of their wills before releasing them from her power with no memory of their servitude and humiliation.

A day earlier, and Marissa would not have even considered so brazenly hypnotizing Jessalyn, the daughter of a four-star iral.

However, after receiving extremely disappointing news that afternoon about being ed over for promotion, Marissa was angry and frustrated. She had worked very hard to get to where she was in her career, overcoming numerous obstacles including fierce competition, misogynistic officers, and the Navy’s internal politics. In addition, Marissa had on more than one occasion gone well above and beyond the call of duty, and was highly decorated for her actions, having even been labeled a ‘hero’ by superiors.

For all the good it did me. I’m finally eligible for full Commander and a ship of my own, and they fucked me over. Well screw it, Mistress Marissa is coming out to play tonight, and Jessalyn is going to get the honor of being her bitch, Marissa thought.

She knew she was being petty, letting her anger get the better of her.

Marissa didn’t care.

She would get immense satisfaction from dominating the daughter of the revered iral Ross.

And she would not allow herself to feel guilty about it.

Damn, she is sexy as hell. Why shouldn’t I enjoy her a bit? Besides, the twit won’t even it, Marissa told herself.

“Can you hear me, Jessalyn?” she asked aloud.

“Yes…,” the hypnotized blonde murmured.

“Good. You are completely in my power. You will obey my every command. I am your Mistress, you are my slave. You must obey Mistress Marissa. Got it, slave?” Marissa asked firmly.

“I will obey Mistress Marissa,” Jessalyn agreed.

Her hypnotized mind was utterly unable to resist Marissa’s orders.

“Very good. Follow me, slave,” Marissa commanded.

She smiled and imagined a naked Jessalyn kneeling before her, ready to do her will. Marissa felt a tingle between her legs and she shivered slightly as an erotic thrill ran through her.

The act of hypnotizing someone against their will and turning them into her obedient slave almost always turned Marissa on.

Any lingering doubts about dominating Jessalyn vanished.

This is going to be fun she thought as she began walking purposefully back to where she had parked her Jeep with Jessalyn following obediently behind her new Mistress.

Snap!

Jessalyn started awake.

She blinked and looked around in confusion.

The young woman found herself in a small, unfamiliar bedroom with no memory of how she had arrived.

Even more confusing, she was on her knees.

Seated on the edge of a queen-sized bed in front of her was a pretty, petite brunette woman; she was wearing a fluffy white bathrobe and a smirk.

Freshly showered, her damp hair was loose, falling just past her shoulders.Her fingernails were short and unpainted, but the toenails of her lovely bare feet were a vibrant pink; her only other concession to ornament was a simple silver ring set with a large glittering garnet on her right second toe.

She’s that Navy officer who had interrupted me while she was kissing that dumb Marine…, Jessalyn realized.

“Hello again, Jessalyn. You will remain on your knees. I like seeing you down there like that,” the woman said cheerfully.

“What the fuck? How did I get here? Did you kidnap me?” Jessalyn asked angrily.

She tried to get to her feet, and was surprised to find she could not. As she tried to rise, she felt an overwhelming compulsion to remain in a kneeling position before the smirking brunette.

“Oh my gawd! What the fuck? Why can’t I get up?” Jessalyn shrieked.

Marissa chuckled.

“Because I have not given you permission to. You have become my slave, Jessalyn,” the hypnotist explained casually.

“What? Slave? Are you crazy? I am nobody’s slave!” Jessalyn protested loudly.

Her face was a mask of rage, and she grunted in frustration as she again tried to get to her feet and failed.

“Oh really? You can’t even stand up without my permission…slave,” Marissa taunted, satisfaction in her voice.

As Jessalyn began to realize her predicament, her expression changed from one of anger to fear.

“What…w-what did you d-do to me?” she asked, her voice lower and quivering as she spoke.

“I hypnotized you. It wasn’t difficult, you have a weak mind. While you were in trance I had a nice chat with your subconscious and explained your new reality,” Marissa replied with a grin.

“Hypnotized…I…no, that isn’t possible…,” Jessalyn protested weakly.

Again she tried to stand, and again she simply could not.

“Oh shit…,” the blonde said softly.

Her eyes were wide and she began to breathe rapidly as panic began to set in.

“Yes, you are getting it now, I can tell,” Marissa said with a nod.

“I don’t understand…I’m not hypnotized…I’m awake!” Jessalyn said, stubbornly trying yet again to get up.

She remained in the submissive position before Marissa.

“Yes, technically you are not hypnotized at the moment; you are under the influence of several post-hypnotic suggestions I implanted into your subconscious mind. One of them is compelling you to obey my commands and accept my suggestions, even while you are awake and aware. It is much more fun this way…well, for me anyway,” the hypnotist said with a wink.

“No, this isn’t possible! You can’t do this to me! You are Navy! My father will destroy you for this!” Jessalyn said loudly, her face reddening as her anger returned.

Marissa laughed.

“Your father will never know; hell, you aren’t even going to this. You are just going to have to take your medicine, I’m afraid. You are a brat, Jessalyn. You use your looks and your family name to take advantage of the sailors and Marines stationed here, make them look like fools, manipulate and humiliate them for your own enjoyment. You hide behind your family name, your father’s reputation to avoid consequences for your behavior. Now it’s your turn to be humiliated,” she said.

“Oh shit…somebody help me! HELP!” Jessalyn began to shout.

“Silence, slave,” Marissa snapped.

Jessalyn’s mouth instantly clamped shut. Her blue eyes went wide as her fear returned even stronger than before.

Marissa nodded approvingly.

“Now you will stand up. You will take off all of your clothes,” Marissa ordered.

Jessalyn rose unsteadily to her feet. Her face turned crimson as she kicked off her expensive heels. Tears welled in her eyes as she pulled off her top and slipped off her skirt, dropping them to the floor. Those tears began to trickle down her cheeks as she unhooked her nude-colored bra, revealing her lovely round breasts. Finally, she removed the black thong she wore under her skirt; her pubic hair had been waxed away.

“Very nice body, slave. At least you have the discipline to work out. Oh, take off your jewelry as well. You don’t deserve to wear those pretty things while you are serving me,” Marissa said, reveling in her domination of the younger woman.

The hypnotist smiled as she felt another tingle between her legs; her arousal was quickly growing, and she could feel her pussy growing wet with anticipation.

Jessalyn obeyed, helpless to resist the command; she dropped her jewelry to the floor with her clothing.

The young blonde began to sob, turning red with shame as she stood completely naked before the woman who had enslaved her.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, don’t cry! It won’t help you,” Marissa said, unmoved by Jessalyn’s tears.

The blonde began to sob harder.

Marissa rolled her eyes and chuckled.

In truth, rather than eliciting sympathy, Jessalyn’s crying increased her arousal.

“Let’s move on, shall we? I am sure you are wondering why I am doing this to you, and at the same time I think you already know the reasons. You are a self-centered, vain, arrogant twit. You like to pick up sailors and Marines and get them to spend their money on you. You also like to get them to do things for your amusement, which a lot of times gets them into trouble with their superiors.You also blackmail some of them, if they have wives or girlfriends. All for your own entertainment. I can guess why; not that I care, but you probably have daddy issues. I am sure he didn’t pay enough attention to you, was too strict, the Navy came first, he loves your siblings more, blah, blah, blah…so you get off on manipulating Marines and sailors as some form of revenge by proxy. You like controlling them. Well, I happen to get off on controlling people too…and I am far better at it than you,” the hypnotist said, rising to her feet.

Smiling wickedly, Marissa slowly let her robe fall to the floor, revealing her own fantastic naked body, fit and toned. Her fair skin was flawless and her pussy hair was neatly groomed into a thin “landing strip”.

“Alright slave, you may speak, but no yelling or screaming. Have you ever been with a woman before? You will answer truthfully,” she said sternly.

Marissa placed her hands on her hips staring down at the kneeling woman as she spoke.

Jessalyn wiped her face with her hands and took a deep breath, hitching breath and tried to regain a sliver of her composure.

“Yes, Mistress. I have been in threesomes,” the blonde replied grudgingly.

Marissa nodded her approval.

“Excellent, then you won’t need to be taught how to pleasure me from scratch,” she said.

“Oh my gawd, I am not gay!” Jessalyn protested in the loudest voice she could muster, which was barely more than a normal speaking voice thanks to Marissa’s command.

Marissa chuckled.

“You are whatever I say you are, slave. And for the record, I’m not gay either. I just see no reason to limit myself to men,” she replied.

Tears again began to trickle down Jessalyn’s cheeks.

“Please—,” she began in a whisper.

“Kiss my feet, slave,” Marissa cut her off in her officer’s voice.

The crying blonde immediately went to her hands and knees and began to kiss Marissa’s sexy bare feet.

The hypnotist sat on the edge of her bed and watched Jessalyn perform the submissive act, enjoying the young woman’s humiliation.

“Damn I love making women do this!” Marissa said with a giggle.

She proceeded to instruct the young woman in proper foot-worship, having her slave alternate between kissing her feet, sensually licking her soles and sucking reverently on each of her toes.

Jessalyn continued to debase herself for over an hour, utterly unable to stop no matter how hard she tried. Marissa closed her eyes, reveling in her dominance; her hand moved between her legs, and she began to slowly rub her clit, pleasuring herself, increasing her arousal while hapless blonde continued to worship her feet.

“Mmmmm, you are actually a natural foot-slave, I could let you do that for hours…but I am really horny now, so…time to really worship me. You will eat me out, slave,” Marissa commanded.

She laid back on the bed as she spoke and spread her legs.

Jessalyn trembled as she struggled to resist the command; Marissa’s words echoed in her mind, and she felt an overwhelming compulsion to obey.

The blonde found herself moving involuntarily toward her Mistress’s wet, waiting pussy.

Marissa let out a long, low moan as Jessalyn began to vigorously lick and suck at her clit.

Marissa awoke early the next morning and stretched.

A smile found its way onto her face as she ed the previous night’s events.

She had not cum that hard in quite some time.

Jessalyn had dutifully pleasured her mouth and hands for nearly two hours, and had brought Marissa to orgasm three times, each one more powerful than the last.

“Yes, yes, worship me slave, worship ME! OH FUCK! YES! YEEESSS!” Marissa screamed as she had cum the final time, shuddering as the waves of ecstasy crashed through her.

The hypnotist’s smile widened as she looked at Jessalyn, still naked and curled up at the end of the bed like a pet, fast asleep.

After she was sated, Marissa had used a trigger to send the young woman instantly back into hypnosis, and commanded her to sleep until she awoke her.

Still unsure of what she was going to do with Jessalyn, Marissa got out of bed and started her morning routine.

After visiting the bathroom, she retrieved a pink yoga mat from the closet in her apartment’s small living room and proceeded to spend an hour performing a disciplined stretching routine and pilates exercises, and followed that with twenty-five push-ups and one hundred crunches.

Finished her exercise, Marissa took a long hot shower. After drying off she retrieved her robe from her bedroom floor and put it on, then stood looking at the hypnotized Jessalyn with her hands on her hips, considering what to do with the blonde.

Marissa considered having Jessalyn pleasure her again, but decided against it.

You had your fun last night, no need to be excessive, she told herself.

“Slave, you will open your eyes and remain deep in hypnosis, ready to obey my every command and accept my suggestions as if they were your own thoughts,” Marissa instructed.

She tapped Jessalyn lightly on the forehead.

The blonde’s eyes fluttered open.

“I will obey,” she said in a monotone voice.

Marissa smiled.

“Get up and follow me. You are going to make me breakfast,” she commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jessalyn replied, rising from the bed and following Marissa out of the bedroom.

Thirty minutes later, Marissa sat at the small table in her kitchen, eating scrambled eggs and toast that Jessalyn had prepared.

“More coffee,” the hypnotist said, holding up her mug as she read a news article on her phone.

Standing nearby, the still-naked Jessalyn obeyed instantly, retrieving the coffee pot from the counter and refilling Marissa’s mug; she wore a dazed expression, her blue eyes unblinking.

The hypnotist took a sip and regarded the hypno-slave thoughtfully.

Setting down the mug, Marissa raised her hand.

“Jessalyn, aware and obedient,” she said firmly, snapping her fingers.

The blonde began to blink rapidly.

“What the fuck? Oh, shit!” she said as she became aware of her surroundings and ed her predicament.

“That’s right, you are still my slave. You will get down on the floor and kiss my feet while I finish eating and decide what to do with you,” Marissa ordered.

“You bitch! I am going to fucking kill you for this!” Jessalyn said angrily.

Marissa chuckled as the sexy blonde got on her hands and knees on the tiled floor and began to lavish kisses on her bare feet.

“I don’t think so, my little foot-slave,” the hypnotist taunted.

Jessalyn grunted, flushing red with shame and rage as she helplessly worshipped Marissa’s feet.

The hypnotist calmly finished her breakfast, then rose and put her plate into the dishwasher.

“Okay slave, stand up and refill my coffee, then—,” Marissa began.

She was interrupted by the apartment’s doorbell.

Jessalyn got to her feet.

Marissa frowned.

“Stand here and do not move or make a sound,” she commanded.

The hypnotist left the kitchen and went to the front door. Looking out the peephole, she saw two women dressed in Navy dress blue uniforms standing in the hallway. She couldn’t quite make out their name tags or ranks.

With a sigh, Marissa opened the door.

She reflexively snapped to attention upon seeing the woman standing in front of her.

“Ma’am,” Marissa said, giving a crisp salute which was again a reflex.

The officer’s uniform sleeves displayed the rank of a three-star or Vice-iral.

Her name tag read “Mercer”.

“Good morning Commander. As you were. I am sorry for dropping by unannounced,” iral Mercer said pleasantly.

“No need to apologize, ma’am. Please, come in,” Marissa said, moving aside.

She kept her expression neutral.

However, Marissa was panicking.

A three-star iral had just come to her door, the morning after she’d hypnotized and sexually dominated another iral’s daughter…who was currently standing in Marissa’s kitchen naked and still under her hypnosis.

“Thank you. This is Lieutenant Long, my aide,” iral Mercer said.

“Lieutenant,” Marissa acknowledged the young woman who followed the iral inside.

Long was a short, reasonably attractive woman with olive skin, short dark hair and brown eyes. She carried large black leather satchel, and she wore nylons with her navy blue skirt and conservative black pumps.

“Commander Foster,” Long replied with a nod.

“Please make yourselves comfortable. Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea, water?” Marissa asked, remaining outwardly calm.

“No thank you, Commander. We are fine,” iral Mercer said, removing her cap and sitting on the couch.

Long took a seat beside her.

Marissa nodded and sat across from them in a recliner.

“So what can i do for you, iral?” she asked, trying hard to keep her voice steady.

It was hard not to be impressed by the three-star flag officer.

Vice-iral Abigail “Runway” Mercer was something of a legend in the Navy. She had become a Naval Aviator after graduating from the academy;“Runway” was her call sign from her days piloting F/A-18 fighters. The moniker had been a reference to the fact that she had given up a potential modeling career to attend the Naval Academy.

Abigail Mercer was a beautiful woman of forty-nine, though most people would guess her age closer to thirty-seven if asked. Five-foot-six, her youthful appearance included long wavy dirty-blonde hair currently up in a tight bun, and incredible piercing blue eyes. She wore minimal makeup, which did nothing to detract from her beauty; she had high cheekbones and a slender athletic figure to go with her fair skin.

iral Mercer radiated competence and confidence, and anyone who assumed she was weak or soft due to her stature or her gender quickly realized their error.

Though the details were not public knowledge, it was widely rumored that back when she was a senior lieutenant, Abigail Mercer took led a two-plane section on a bombing mission, providing for a special operations team in South America. After delivering their payloads, Mercer and her wingman were engaged by a number of enemy aircraft, likely surplus Russian MiGs. Armed with only their planes’ cannons, Mercer and her wingman found themselves in a dogfight.

When her wingman’s plane was damaged, Abigail Mercer ordered him to return the carrier while she held off the enemy fighters.

The prevailing rumor was that Runway Mercer shot down three MiGs with only her plane’s cannons, before she herself was shot down.

Rescue operations failed to retrieve Lieutenant Mercer, and she was assumed to be KIA.

A little over a year later, Abigail Mercer appeared at the Mexican border, having escaped her captors.

She resumed her Navy career, switching from aviation to Intelligence. She rose quickly and steadily through the ranks, eventually commanding two different ships, a destroyer and a WASP-class amphibious assault ship, before becoming a Flag Officer.

iral Mercer smiled.

“That is actually a very loaded question, Commander. First off, I understand you were up for promotion to full Commander,” she said coyly.

Long’s expression remained stoic as she sat beside her boss.

Marissa took a deep breath and nodded.

“That is correct, ma’am. It was denied,” she said calmly.

iral Mercer nodded.

“I am aware. I denied it,” she itted.

Marissa’s jaw clenched.

“May I ask why, ma’am?” she asked, trying hard to keep her composure.

“Oh, it was entirely for selfish reasons, I’m afraid. If your promotion went through, you would most likely have been given command of a ship,” Mercer replied.

Marissa flushed, anger rising in her.

“With all due respect, that was my hope, ma’am,” she said slowly.

Mercer chuckled.

“I couldn’t have that. I need you in my command,” she said.

Marissa looked intrigued, despite her anger at the iral’s revelation she had blocked her promotion.

“Ma’am? Your command?” she asked.

“Simply put, you are a rock star, Foster. Obviously, the incident where you had to take command of the Howard is what everyone knows you for. To be fair, it did get you a Silver Star. Of course I know about all your other exploits, which are what caught my eye. I will cut right to it, Foster. I need an officer with your experience, intellect, training…and to be frank, your balls. Also, I need a hypnotist,” Mercer replied with a smile.

Marissa turned pale.

“A…hypnotist, ma’am? I…I don’t, uh, I mean what? Like at the fair?” she stammered, uncharacteristically shaken.

“You know exactly what I am talking about. A True Hypnotist. Foster, you grew up on a farm in Kansas until you were sixteen. Your parents were killed in a car accident, and you went to live with your aunt in New York. Aunt Stella is a True Hypnotist herself, and she trained you, taught you all about the hypnotist community. Am I right so far?” Mercer asked.

Marissa sighed.

She’s very smart, Naval Intelligence, and obviously knows about True Hypnotists…, she thought.

“Yes ma’am,” Marissa agreed.

Mercer smiled.

“You were an athlete in high school, excellent grades. Attended the Academy, graduated third in your class. You have had a hell of a career so far, risen through the ranks, kicking ass the entire way. As far as I can tell, you have never used your hypnotism to advance your career,” she said.

“No ma’am, I have not,” Marissa replied seriously.

“But you are a hypnodomme; you hypnotize and dominate men and women for your own entertainment and pleasure, humiliate them, make them your servants and love-slaves,” Mercer continued.

“Ma’am, I—,” Marissa began, her face reddening.

“And you have iral Foster’s daughter under hypnosis right now, here in your apartment,” Mercer cut her off.

Marissa’s expression became fearful, her body becoming tensed.

“Ma’am, I-I c-can explain,” she said, her voice shaky.

Mercer laughed and held up her hand.

“No need, Foster. I would like to have hypnotized that little bitch myself. She deserved everything you did to her,” she said with a wink.

Marissa looked stunned.

“You…you are a hypnotist?” she asked incredulously.

Mercer nodded.

“I am indeed,” she replied.

Marissa’s expression remained one of shock; she glanced at Lieutenant Long, still seated silently beside iral Mercer, her expression unchanged.

“Oh don’t worry about Long; she’s completely in my power. I have hypnotized her a dozen times, she is totally brainwashed to serve and obey me without hesitation or question,” Mercer said with satisfaction.

Marissa took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Okay…so, you know about True Hypnotism, and are a hypnotist yourself…You know about me, and you are okay with me dominating iral Ross’s daughter…You want to recruit me, so I am guessing that whatever project you are working on has to do with hypnotism?” she reasoned.

Mercer nodded.

“That is correct. The instances of people manifesting the ability to use true hypnotism has been steadily rising the past decade, and the upper levels of their powers has been increasing. This has given rise to organizations like Hypnotic Affairs and HypnoCorp. I convinced the brass the Navy needs to have a response team that deals with hypnotism-related events. I have been in charge of a very special Top Secret project for the last two years, and it is coming to fruition. I want you, need you to be part of it. A big part. So just relax, Foster. you are not in any trouble with me,” she replied with a smile.

Marissa took another deep breath and nodded, visibly relaxing a bit.

”Convinced, eh? I wonder how many people she had to hypnotize herself…or at least demonstrate her abilities…best be very wary around her, she is likely a very good hypnotist…, she thought.

“Aye, aye ma’am. So why me?” Marissa asked aloud.

“I just told you, you are a rockstar officer. You are also a very good hypnotist, a combination that is very rare in the Navy, especially among command officers with surface warfare qualification. You have legacy knowledge of the True Hypnotism community. And you are a hypo-duelist, a good one. I have watched you duel at the Monotone club twice. You won convincingly both times, and you are a natural at humiliating your beaten opponents. It was very enjoyable to witness,” Mercer said with a smile.

Marissa flushed crimson.

“I, uh…thank you ma’am…I…I am actually undefeated so far, in five duels,” she said quietly.

“You should be proud of that, Commander…or should I say, “Captain”,” Mercer replied.

Marissa looked confused.

“Ma’am?” she asked.

“I blocked your promotion temporarily so I could have you transferred to my command. I did so because the Navy giving you command of a Littoral Combat Ship or even a Destroyer would be tremendous waste of your skills and talents. I am using special dispensation to bump you straight to Captain’s rank…although you will still be a commander on the books for a bit,” Mercer explained.

Marissa looked shocked.

“You can do that?” she asked, awed.

Mercer laughed.

“I can pretty much do whatever I want since this project started a few years ago, and especially since they pinned this third star on me a month ago. I don’t want there to be any pissing contests over rank in my command. You are a Captain now,” she said.

The iral reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a small black case, which she opened to display the eagles a Navy Captain wore to denote rank.

“I…thank you, ma’am. I will it I don’t understand what is going on, but…thank you,” she said, accepting the case.

Mercer laughed.

“I know this is a lot. I will take you up on that coffee now; you can have Miss Ross bring it. Black, please,” she said.

Marissa shook her head and chuckled.

“Yes, ma’am. What about Long…?” she asked.

“She’s fine,” Mercer replied.

“I am fine, thank you,” Long agreed calmly.

Marissa nodded.

“Slave, you will bring two mugs of black coffee now,” she called over her shoulder.

A moment later, the naked Jessalyn appeared, carrying two mugs of steaming liquid.

She was red with embarrassment, and her face was a mask of rage.

“Give one to the iral and hand one to me. Then stand by the wall and be silent,” Marissa commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jessalyn said grudgingly, moving to obey.

“Oh my, she is lovely. And she’s aware of her predicament, isn’t she? Very nicely done, Foster. Although, hypnotizing a four-star’s daughter is the kind of thing that can get Hypnotic Affairs’ attention. Still, good work,” Mercer said with approval as she accepted the mug.

“Thank you ma’am. My aunt was a very good mentor. And I usually am more…selective about my slaves. I was upset last night, and she was the perfect whipping post,” Marissa replied with a chuckle.

“So I gathered. As far as your Aunt, I did some research into her, of course. Mistress Stella is a skilled and respected hypnodomme in New York. She works with High Mistress Vanessa, if I am not mistaken,” Mercer replied.

She took a sip of the strong coffee and gave an approving nod.

“Yes ma’am. She sided against Jonathan Creel in the recent war among the hypnotist community, as I am sure you are aware. She is now one of High Mistress Vanessa’s advisors and ers,” Marissa replied.

“Your aunt is a wise woman. The High Mistresses are exceptionally powerful women. One of them is a er of my project, as a matter of fact. High Mistress Charissa has been instrumental in helping me get your new ship built,” Mercer explained.

“My new ship?” Marissa asked, intrigued.

“Long, show her,” Mercer said, gesturing to her aide.

“Yes, Ma’am,” the young officer replied dutifully.

Lieutenant Long immediately opened her satchel and pulled out a thick folder marked “Top Secret—Eyes Only”, which she offered to Marissa.

“Ma’am, my clearance…,” the Marissa said, hesitating.

“Relax, Captain. You are cleared,” Mercer assure her.

Marissa nodded gratefully and accepted the folder. Mercer sat quietly, drinking her coffee while Marissa opened the folder and began to read.

The iral smiled at the various changes of expression on Marissa’s face as she read.

“Okay, so the Hypnotic Specter…a unique frigate, from the look of it. Hull number HYP-001. Longer, more beam than a Constellation-class…less weaponry, but still a combat machine…wow, she runs with a lot less crew, too…this is amazing!” Marissa said, not looking up from the folder.

Besides the ship’s specs, the folder contained several photographs.

The Hypnotic Specter was an impressive vessel to say the least.

“Yes, she is a fantastic ship. I appropriated the funds from two cancelled frigates and put the money into the Hypnotic Specter. No expense was spared. She is built to run with less crew, and has better and more advanced systems than in most Navy ships. High Mistress Charissa’s various subsidiaries contributed a lot of the tech and helped with the design and construction. She was built in a private shipyard in Japan. The Specter has completed her trials and shakedown, and now she needs her Captain,” Mercer said.

Marissa looked up.

Captain. I love the sound of that, she thought, feeling a tingle of excitement.

“The senior staterooms are huge for a Navy ship. Still hat boxes, but almost small hotel rooms,” she commented, remaining outwardly composed.

Mercer nodded.

“There are eight. The ship will be carrying seven hypnotists, eight when I am aboard. We need our space as hypnodommes, don’t you think? Regulations are going to be a bit…looser on the Specter in many ways. You will notice each stateroom has an extra bunk in the corner,” she replied with a wink.

Marissa blinked, surprised as she realized the implication.

“What, we get to bring slaves onboard?” she asked incredulously.

Mercer smirked and nodded.

“One each. A menial to see to your needs…whatever they may be. Personally I think staterooms can get a little chilly some nights, and it will be nice to have some young pretty blonde or redhead aboard to keep me warm,” she replied casually.

Marissa laughed.

“Holy hell, what kind of ship is this going to be?” she asked.

She looked down and ired the Captain’s insignia sitting on her lap as she spoke.

“Your ship, Captain. A hypno-ship. You’ll notice that the Specter has a larger hanger and carries two choppers. I didn’t like the idea of you operating with only one. may not always be available on your missions,” Mercer explained.

“Missions?” Marissa asked.

“Hypnotic Specter is going to be carrying three tactical teams, each consisting of a hypnotist and five high-level operators, mostly Seals and some Recon Marines. They are going to be undertaking a variety of different missions from your ship, all of them classified and dangerous. We will get into the details later,” Mercer explained.

Marissa nodded, continuing to look through the folder; it contained personal records of those assigned to her new command, which she began to scan.

“Major McKenzie Hayes…interesting, Marine hypnotist. Wow, she has some qualifications…both in combat and hypnotism…”Very skilled in the use of her breasts as a focus for rapid and shock inductions”. Really, she uses titnosis?” Marissa asked, chuckling.

“I’ve witnessed it. Major Hayes was with Psy-Ops and was pushing for a “combat-hypnosis” team. They ignored her, lucky for us. She is going to make an excellent hypno-team leader,” Mercer assured her.

“I can see that, just from the little I’ve read. Let’s see, next we have…oh hell, CIA? Eshana Khan, daughter of Indian immigrants. Did four years in Air Force intelligence before ing the agency. Speaks nine languages, expert in hand-to-hand combat, highly skilled hypnotist, expert in conversational and rapid inductions…also uses her bare feet as a focus to great effect. Her feet as a focus…that is actually pretty cool,” Marissa said, impressed.

“The Agency insisted on having a case officer on the ship, leading a team. Eshana is perfect…and just for the record, her feet are beautiful,” Mercer said, chuckling.

Marissa chuckled as well, glancing down at her own bare feet.

The garnet ring on her toe glittered.

Using her feet as a focus…I will have to keep that in mind, she mused.

Looking up from her feet, Marissa gave the iral a nod.

“I trust your judgement, iral; if you say we need the CIA officer that is good enough for me And finally… we have Lieutenant Fabiola Marisol Parker, U.S. Navy. Oh, she is one of the women that recently made it through SWCC training. Mother is of Mexican descent, a professional dancer. Father is a retired Marine Staff Sergeant. Mother ed down the hypnotist tradition…Fabiola is particularly skilled at surprise or shock inductions and mass hypnosis. Well, I will read up on them more later, but they all sound awesome. I assume the operators are all as impressive,” she said with a raised eyebrow.

“They are all excellent shooters, door-kickers, all of it. They will all be hypnotized by their team leaders to be obedient and protective toward them,” Mercer replied.

“What about the crew? You can’t be thinking about keeping over a hundred people under hypnotic influence…?” Marissa asked.

Mercer chuckled.

“Oh I thought about it…but you are correct, it would be a nightmare. No, they all have been very carefully vetted, and they know that the ship and its mission is top secret. They have been informed they may see and hear some hypnotism and maybe other odd things on the Specter, but they have been properly warned about ever breathing a word of it. They are also all getting triple duty and hazard pay whenever the ship is deployed. Also, I figure anyone who needs it can be hypnotized on a case-by-case basis, to forget anything too sensitive they might have seen or heard and to keep their mouth shut,” she said.

“I think the money and the sense of duty will keep most of them from blabbing too much…and of course if they need hypnosis I will do it myself,” Marissa said with a shrug.

“They have been subtly warned that being a “hypno-ship”, discipline and punishment on the Specter will potentially be harsher and…humiliating,” Mercer said with a chuckle.

“You mean, we will have leave to hypnotize the crew?” Marissa asked, surprised.

“For disciplinary purposes, yes you will. It could make Captain’s Mast a lot of fun for you, I’d imagine. You will have freedom to punish insubordinate and disobedient crew how you see fit. Domination, humiliation, post-hypnotic suggestions to force obedience…,” Mercer replied, a twinkle in her eye.

Marissa laughed loudly.

“I…holy shit-oh, pardon my language ma’am, this is going to be odd. Having a slave onboard ship, being able to discuss and use hypnosis…not to mention our actual missions. This is crazy…,” she said.

“Crazy, but hopefully appealing. If you aren’t interested, I will need to make you forget about this,” Mercer asked slyly.

“Are you kidding? This is an unbelievable opportunity! Thank you, iral,” Marissa said enthusiastically.

“You earned it, Captain Foster. I am thrilled to have you; I wouldn’t want anyone else in command of Hypnotic Specter. Now before we continue, how about a little foot massage? As you know, these heels are killer,” Mercer said, looking at the naked Jessalyn, standing silently nearby.

The iral kicked off her pumps; they were taller and far more expensive than her aide’s, and she did not wear hosiery. The toenails of her lovely feet were painted a deep crimson.

“Of course. Slave, you will rub the iral’s feet,” Marissa commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” the blonde replied, moving to sit in front of Mercer so she could ister a foot massage.

“Mmmm, that feels fantastic. That is one thing about the Navy, I don’t get to go barefoot as much as I would like,” Mercer said with a sigh.

“I know what you mean,” Marissa agreed, again glancing down at her own bare feet.

She loved going barefoot, and had a sizable collection of toe rings she wore when she went to the beach or could wear sandals.

“You ever hypnotize anyone with that?” Mercer asked, eyeing Marissa’s toe ring.

Marissa giggled.

“Actually, I was thinking I should try it sometime; a focus is a focus, right?” she asked.

Mercer nodded.

“Damn straight, Captain. Alright, you probably have a million questions…,” she said, stretching.

Marissa looked thoughtful.

“You said seven hypnotists not including you, iral; I am one, three on the tactical teams. Who else?” she asked.

“It’s all there in the folder, but you’ll have plenty of time to read up on them on the plane. I’ll give you a quick rundown; one is Lieutenant-Commander Reagan Cooper, who is from my office and will be the ship’s Second Officer. She is whip-smart, highly-educated, and a really skilled hypnotist. Then there is Isolde Song, attached as a civilian contractor; she is in the employ of High Mistress Charissa. A former mercenary and a very, very skilled ’tist. Gorgeous woman, thirty-one years old, of Korean-German descent. Born in Hong-Kong, she has a lovely British accent. Mistress Isolde is the liaison with the High Mistress and will be a valuable resource for you,” Mercer explained.

“Understood. All female command, nice. That leaves one…,” Marissa reasoned.

“Indeed. Your XO will be a hypnotist. The only member of the crew that isn’t filled; there are five candidates in that folder you may choose from,” Mercer said.

Marissa set the folder on the coffee table without looking.

“The woman I want isn’t in there,” she said confidently.

Mercer raised an eyebrow.

“Is that so?” she asked casually.

The iral glanced down at the naked Jessalyn massaging her feet with a bemused expression.

“I would bet my new command on it. She isn’t in there,” Marissa said with a smile.

“Bold assertion. I have spent a lot of effort identifying officers in the Navy who are also hypnotists, Captain,” Mercer said, finishing her coffee.

She slowly moved her foot up toward Jessalyn’s face as she spoke.

The iral looked at Marissa and raised her eyebrow.

“Slave, you will suck the iral’s toes,” Marissa commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jessalyn replied, immediately taking Mercer’s bare foot in her hands and raising it to her lips.

“So you are saying I missed one?” Mercer asked, closing her eyes and clearly enjoying Jessalyn’s ministrations.

“That depends; is Lieutenant Tracy Jo Cook in that file?” Marissa asked with a raised eyebrow of her own.

Mercer was silent; she opened her eyes locked gazes with Marissa while Jessalyn continued to worship her feet.

After a moment the iral smiled and blinked first.

“Okay, so I missed at least one. Long, look her up…,” she said, closing her eyes again.

Lieutenant Long instantly obeyed, pulling a laptop from her satchel and opening it. She began typing impressively fast. Marissa watched Jessalyn worshipping iral Mercer’s feet while they waited.

“Lieutenant Tracy Jo Cook, age twenty-eight. Currently assigned to the destroyer U.S.S. Howard. Surface Warfare qualification, Expert Marksman with Pistol and Rifle, Purple Heart…mostly unremarkable,” Long said.

“Thats her. And it’s bullshit, begging your pardon Ma’am. Tracy was Officer of The Deck when I took command of Howard. She was hurt, but she jumped in and acted as my XO without hesitation. I told everyone I couldn’t have saved the ship without her, but she only got the Purple Heart for the shrapnel in her neck and arm. She deserved the Silver Star more than I did,” Marissa said with conviction.

“I believe you, Captain. And I can put her in for the Silver Star if she really deserves it. But there is the small matter of her being a hypnotist…,” Mercer said, opening her eyes.

Jessalyn helplessly continued her foot-worship.

Marissa smiled.

“Tracy thinks it is a secret. I have seen her at Monotone, hypno-dueling. I bet you’ve seen her too, as a matter of fact. At the club she doesn’t wear her glasses and puts on this ice-blue wig, and duels under the name “Electra Sapphire”,” she said.

“Okay, I it it, I missed one. I have seen her duel, and she is very good. If I correctly, she is ruthless and delightfully creative when humiliating her defeated opponents. I had no idea she was Navy,” Mercer replied thoughtfully.

“Tracy is who I want as my XO. She’s extremely intelligent, loyal, fearless and tough,” Marissa said.

“Alright, I will vet her personally. Today. If I am satisfied, she gets immediately bumped to Lieutenant Commander and transferred to Hypnotic Specter as your Executive Officer. If I don’t like her, I choose your XO,” Mercer offered.

“Deal. Thank you, iral,” Marissa said.

“You are welcome, Captain. Obviously, I cancelled your duty for today. Get packed, collect your menial—it can’t be Jessalyn here— and be ready for a car to pick you up at oh-five-thirty tomorrow. We are flying to Japan and getting you to your new command,” Mercer said, pulling her foot from Jessalyn’s mouth.

“Slave, get up and go into the bedroom,” Marissa commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” the naked blonde replied, moving to obey.

“I assume she will wake up somewhere in an utterly embarrassing situation with no memory of what happened here?” Mercer asked as she slipped her heels on.

Marissa laughed.

“I was thinking striptease on the beach. It is a shame she won’t her slavery, but I understand it is a matter of operational security now,” she said.

Mercer nodded.

“Agreed, she really needs to be punished harshly and regularly. As fun as that would be, we have much bigger fish to fry, as they say,” the iral said.

“Yes, ma’am. I will be ready at oh-five-thirty, iral,” Marissa said, rising to her feet.

Mercer and Long both stood as well.

“One more thing, Captain. You need to bring your Thrall,” Mercer said.

“My Thrall? I don’t know who you mean, ma’am…?” Marissa asked, frowning.

“Come now Captain. I know everything, ? Jason Hawkins. Former Tier-One Seal operator, now a private contractor. Your on-again, off-again boyfriend. Madly in love with you, loyal to a fault and wants to be your slave because you two can’t make a conventional relationship work. I know it isn’t practical to keep a stable when you are going to sea…but now that isn’t an issue. Hypnotize Jason and bring him with you. He will be reinstated in the Navy and oversee the tactical teams’ ongoing training, as well as be your bodyguard, tactical advisor, all-around troubleshooter…and whatever else you want him to be,” Mercer replied.

“iral, that isn’t necessary—,” Marissa began.

“I’m sorry, did that sound like a request, Captain?” Vice-iral Abigail Mercer asked in her command voice.

Marissa reflexively snapped to attention.

“No, ma’am,” she said.

“Excellent. You are going to have Chief Hawkins with you at all times, especially if you leave the ship. Is that understood?” Mercer asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Marissa replied.

“Excellent. It was great to meet you in person, and I am eager to work with you,” iral Mercer said with a smile.

She offered her hand.

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you very much for the opportunity,” Marissa said.

She didn’t take Mercer’s hand.

The iral’s smile widened and she lowered her arm.

“Another test ed. Never shake the hand of someone you know is a hypnotist,” she said with approval.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Marissa replied with a smile of her own.

“On that note, we will get out of your hair; I have to go see if Tracy Jo Cook is going to be your XO, and you have a lot to do, Captain Foster,” iral Mercer said.

“Thank you again, ma’am,” Marissa replied.

Vice-iral Mercer nodded, then walked out of Marissa’s apartment.

“Shit, shit, fuck!” Marissa said as soon as the iral was gone.

She could hardly believe what had just happened, and on top of it she had to not only her ex-boyfriend, but she had been ordered to enslave him by a three-star iral.

Marissa grabbed her cell-phone and dialed a number, then put the device to her ear.

“Hey, Marissa! How the hell are you?” a man’s voice answered.

“Hi Jason. Are you in town? Great! Listen, do you still want me to hypnotize you?” Marissa asked without preamble.

“Wow, that is…a lot,” Jason Hawkins said a little over an hour later.

Marissa chuckled.

“I know! iral Mercer just laid this all on me and left. Jason, she ordered me to hypnotize and enslave you…,” she said, her face reddening.

A year younger than Marissa, Jason was a tall, broad-shouldered and very handsome man; he had shoulder length shaggy light brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard.

They were seated on Marissa couch; she was still clad in her robe and barefoot, while Jason was wearing jeans and a long-sleeve navy-blue shirt along with rugged hiking boots.

Marissa had sent Jessalyn on her way with a post-hypnotic suggestion to perform a strip-tease at a nearby beach, without consciously realizing she was doing it.

The hapless blonde would have no memory of being hypnotized, nor of Marissa or iral Mercer.

“Understood. I am ready when you are,” he said calmly.

“Just like that?” Marissa asked.

Jason shrugged and nodded.

“Jason, you don’t have to become my slave for us to be together,” Marissa protested.

While she had been tempted to use her powers on him many times over the decade they had known each other, Marissa had always restrained herself, even when she was angry with him.

It had seemed somehow wrong.

Jason shook his head.

“I have wanted to become your Thrall since you told me about the hypnotism stuff, Marissa. You know that. Obviously, iral Mercer does too. I am good with it, Marissa. I want it. We both know can’t have a normal romantic relationship, it just doesn’t work. If the dynamic changes to a Mistress-slave situation with you in complete control, I can be with you. Now it sounds like we can have that and work together. This is perfect, Marissa! I am willing to totally submit to you. I think you want it too, honestly. You have just always tried to be noble and not go too far with your amazing abilities, but you like dominating people. Please, let me serve you and help keep you safe on this new assignment,” he said seriously.

“I don’t need you to keep me safe!” Marissa snapped.

Jason laughed.

“No, you don’t. But I want to do it anyway, and iral Mercer wants me to as well,” he replied.

Marissa stared at the grinning Jason.

He didn’t waver.

Eventually she rolled her eyes.

“Okay…you know you have to re-enlist…,” she said in resignation.

Jason laughed.

“I am okay with that. I wasn’t sure I wanted out anyway. Get on with it, you are pressed for time…Mistress,” he replied with a grin.

Marissa sighed, defeated.

“You are crazy, Jason! This isn’t going to be fun and games, you know? You are going to be a slave, damn it. You are serious…fine. Fine, I will hypnotize you and make you my Thrall. Just , you asked for this,” she warned.

“Aye, aye Mistress,” the handsome warrior replied.

Marissa took a deep breath.

“Jason, look into my eyes…,” she began in a seductive yet commanding voice.

The hypnotist opened her eyes wide as they began to subtly shimmer, golden light swirling in her emerald irises.

“Oh yes…Mmmm, fuck! Yes, YES! Fuck! I am the Captain…I am your Captain! I own you Jason! You are mine! I am the fucking Captain! You will obey me! Say it!” Marissa shrieked.

She was in her bedroom, naked as she bounced rapidly up and down on the also-naked Jason’s large, rock-hard cock while he laid on her bed. His hands were on Marissa’s breasts, massaging them as he bucked his hips hard in rhythm with Marissa’s movements, driving his shaft even deeper into the frenzied woman.

“You are… the Captain…I will…obey you!” Jason grunted.

Marissa had easily and quickly hypnotized him with her incredible gaze ninety minutes earlier; she had then spent thirty minutes deepening Jason’s trance and giving him powerful, carefully-worded suggestions that effectively made him her obedient slave.

“I will have to hypnotize you every day for a while, to reinforce my control. Eventually it will become permanent,” Marissa had informed her new Thrall.

“Your wish is my command, Mistress Marissa,” Jason had replied without hesitation.

He seemed genuinely happy to have become her slave.

“Alright then…I need to blow off some steam. Go in my bedroom and strip. Then get on your knees. Now, slave!” Marissa had commanded.

They had been vigorously fucking for the past hour; Marissa was currently working on her third orgasm. She had already cum hard with Jason on top of her, and again with him pounding her from behind while she bent over the bed. Following her second orgasm, the hypnotist had ordered her new Thrall to lay on his back, and she had unceremoniously impaled herself on his shaft.

Jason had not cum; he could not do so without Marissa’s permission, due to a powerful suggestion she had implanted in his subconscious before they had begun having sex.

His cock had remained a ramrod, existing to pleasure his Mistress.

“I own your cock, Jason…I own you. You cannot, will not cum unless I give you permission,” the hypnotist had informed him firmly, repeating the suggestion several times.

Marissa stared down at him, into his eyes, her own irises shimmering and her hands on her hips as she spoke.

“You own me…I cannot cum…without your permission…,” Jason had agreed, on his knees naked, staring up at her in awe.

“Oh yes…Mmmmm…fuck…yes, yes, YES! I’m the Captain…oh YES! I am cumming again…I’m cumming…cum with me, Jason! Cum for me now!” Marissa screamed.

Jason let out a shout, shuddering with pleasure as he exploded inside his Mistress.

Marissa’s scream became a long, loud moan of pure ecstasy, trembling as the powerful orgasm ripped through her body.

Sweaty and breathing heavily, Marissa laid forward, her bare breasts pressed against Jason’s muscular chest, scarred in multiple places from injuries sustained in combat.

“I needed that…I needed you,” she gasped.

“It was my pleasure, Mistress. I am happy to serve you,” Jason replied, wrapping his strong arms around Marissa.

“I must it, I like hearing you call me that,” Marissa replied, giggling.

“I like saying it,” Jason said.

“You really are mine now,” Marissa murmured.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jason agreed.

Marissa smiled, then kissed him ionately on the lips.

“Alright, playtime is over. I have a million and one things to get squared away by morning. Get dressed and go pack, we are flying to Japan tomorrow,” she commanded, rolling off of Jason.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jason said, getting up from the bed.

“You will call me ‘Captain’ from now on, unless I say otherwise. I like ‘Mistress’, but it has a time and place, in private,” Marissa commanded, propping herself up on her elbow.

I could fuck him for another couple hours…no, I have already spent more time than I should have playing…there will be plenty more of that later, she thought, iring her Thrall’s strong, fit physique.

Marissa had always enjoyed sex more when her lovers were under her hypnotic control.

“Yes, Captain,” Jason agreed as he began to get dressed.

Marissa chuckled, enjoying the thrill of having him completely in her power.

She flopped over onto her back, her chuckle becoming a laugh.

The past several hours had been crazy, to say the least.

It is only going to get crazier…, Marissa thought.

She took a deep breath and jumped out of bed.

It was time for Captain Marissa Foster, Hypnodomme and the new Commanding Officer of the Hypnotic Specter to get to work.