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The wind was light, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the flowers smelled beautiful, and Colby was being fed grapes as she lounged on the picnic blanket. It was a beautiful day.

Shelby adjusted herself slightly. Her hips and shoulders were wider than Colby's, so her shadow eclipsed her sister's. So after shuffling her butt along the blanket a few inches, she was once again providing perfect cover from the sun.

Colby looked up to give a smile and thanks to her sister/servant. Shelby didn't respond, simply smiling blankly at a spot slightly to Colby's left. Her sister was always one of the more stoic in the family, but ever since Colby had hypnotised her, Shelby had entered this state of entirely empty compliance whenever they were alone.

Sitting up and brushing some hair behind her shoulders, Colby stole a long glance around the green fields. No-one else was there - she had chosen the remote park for a reason.

"Shelby, put the grapes away."

With a nod and a small noise of confirmation, Shelby placed the McDonalds carton back in the basket (Colby had discovered a talent for hypnosis, not money-making) and then returned to her blank, motionless state. Colby took one more look around, just to be sure. Then she turned on to her belly and spread her arms lazily in front of her.

"Now give me a massage and praise me."

There was no point accidentally putting your sister under a semi-permanent trance if you're not going to indulge in some hedonism with it. Probably. Colby was new to this sort of thing.

Shelby's movements were robotic. Her voice was similarly flat as she described Colby's excellent voice and full vocal texture.

Colby frowned. This wasn't nearly as relaxing as she'd imagined.

"Can't you be a bit more enthusiastic?"

The stiff motions of Shelby's hands stopped. There was a grunt that proved the hypnotised girl had acknowledged the question, but no answer was forthcoming.

"Erm, hypno-servant, praise me more enthusiastically!" Colby was pretty good at controlling her voice, what with being a professional singer, but even so her 'dominant hypnotist' voice had a very powerful undercurrent of 'awkward and slightly guilty young woman'.

"You're amazing, talented and criminally underrated!" It had worked, though. Shelby's voice was filled with more bright enthusiasm than Colby had ever heard. "You deserve all the praise in the world. You deserve outright worship, from many more people than me."

Colby rested her head in her hands and sighed. It was tough being an indie artist. This was a nice distraction, but it was just a bit of silly fun. It wouldn't really help make Crimson Apple explode into the mainstream.

Unless...

"Shelby, answer me honestly. Do you think I could hypnotise someone into, like, giving us a massive record deal or something?"

"I don't know." The answer was immediate and devoid of any shame or deception, coming right from a mind stripped bare.

"Yeah, I need more practice at this before we think too big. Who do you think I should hypnotise first, then?"

"Carthi and Faith?"

"No, it feels perverse enough making you do this. I need to get someone who I can really explore my power with, you know?" Colby rested her head on her hands, sighing wistfully into the distance. She didn't know what she could really do with this power yet.

"Okay. Lora from next door? Sally? Natsumi?" Shelby rattled off a list of more names of acquaintances, schoolmates and other mutual friends.

There was one big issue, though. "What if they're harder to hypnotise than you were? I guess they might have more willpower?"

The massage stopped again. Shelby paused for thought. "You might be right. All it took was a necklace swinging a few times after I listened to your experimental track for five minutes. That probably makes me very weak-willed."

"It's okay, sis. We still love you even if you have a tiny, manipulatable brain." Colby giggled and enjoyed the remainder of her massage.

It wouldn't necessarily change her life, but being able to control people's actions was pretty cool.

A man was walking past the park. He just needed to clear his head. Work hours had increased, so he had lost the chance to do the really fulfilling freelance gigs. Plus, one of the subs he'd been neglecting due to work had finally broken out of his control that morning.

Things used to be so simple. A little harem to go back to when he just needed to escape the world, a few well-considered triggers to keep everyone in line.

He'd got too cocky, too many different programmings. Maybe she'd resisted the trigger because she'd simply forgotten about it with the overload. Maybe it conflicted with another he'd put in that he'd forgotten about. Maybe there was unintentional sabotage from one of the girls he let 'tise the others. Even worse, maybe it was intentional.

So, he did a double take when he heard 'hypnotise', 'willpower' and 'tiny, manipulatable brain' coming over the wind.

I'm losing it, he thought, I really need to stop thinking too hard about this stuff or I won't be able to function in society.

The voices were female, though, so despite his misgivings he made a start onto the field.

He saw a slender, long-faced (unnatural) blonde, receiving a massage from a perfectly-proportioned brunette with an instantly-recognisable expression. The dominant woman was clearly reserved, for whatever reason, the beautiful submissive was absolutely blank, but certainly not in any way fully brainwashed or conditioned.

A newbie? Or a coward?

Either way, exactly the sort who even a down-on-his-luck 'tist could take care of.

He forced a smug expression onto his face and pushed through the last thin barrier of bushes. "I heard everything," he announced.

The blonde practically leaped to her feet. Her flawless, pale face was drenched in red. The brunette was unbalanced by the other's movement, but was otherwise not visibly perturbed.

"I-I... It's not what it sounds like!"

"Is it not? Because I thought I heard someone using a secluded area to exercise their hypnotic control over another woman who," he winked at the bruntte, "I daresay is as beautiful as yourself. I can't think of a single thing wrong with that."

The blonde looked down, and found no support from her sub. The brunette had given a vacant wave to the man, and was no contenting herself with staring into the middle distance. "What are you talking about?" She took an exaggerated pair of steps backwards. "You're a weirdo! I was just..."

"Why didn't you push her further?" The man was energised by the 'tist's clear inexperience and awkwardness. This was what the game used to be like, before he flew too close to the sun.

"Wha-?" She tripped on a loose branch, catching herself in an awkward crouch.

He kneeled down to meet her, like a teacher to a nervous student. "You know, get her to nude sunbathe for your amusement, or maybe some kind of performative self-satisfaction, if you catch my drift..."

The blonde retched. "Eww! She's my sister!"

Realisation dawned. Wow, he really had found a newbie. "And you're, what, trying it on with her?"

"I'm... I'm just having a bit of fun. I don't know how I do it really, but once I do I'll let her go and find someone to really go to town on." She gave him a once-over. He felt judged, and not in a good way. "Ehh, you'd do for a start, I guess."

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, sweetheart." That undeservedly haughty proclamation was enough to make him laugh, but any doubt in his mind about his next course of action had disappeared. "But anyway, if you're only having a bit of fun, I guess you won't mind if I have more..."

He took an exploratory step. Away from the blonde, towards the still-vacant brunette.

"Hey there, sweetie, could you just listen to me for a moment?" His voice was measured, soothing, and very much intentional. The tone of every syllable rose and fell in a carefully calibrated oscillation.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the blonde attempt to stagger to her feet. She was finally realising what he was about to do. She wouldn't be able to stop him.

The brunette hadn't responded, but she was looking at him like a lost (and especially dumb) puppy. "What's your name, cutie?"

"Shelby." She answered in a slow, sleepy drawl.

"Okay, Shelby. It's nice to meet you. I'm a friend of your Mistress. Oh, I mean your sister. Sorry I let that slip." He spoke faster, in case the blonde had more skill than he thought and could strengthen the trance at speed. His soporific rhythm became an engaging patter, moving from tone to tone like a tour guide moves from place to place - leading the girl along his path.

"Friend... of Colby... Mistress..."

"Yes, and I'd like you to do something for me." He lifted up her hand. She limply allowed him to take a firm, commanding grip. "Just say to me 'I am under your control', please."

She didn't resist. Her voice was sleepy, but earnest. "I am under your control."

A hand under her chin, lifting her eyes to stare into his. A swirling palm massage on her held hand. "And again, dear."

"I am under your control." Less sleepy, even more earnest.

"And only mine. Only I can make you feel this way." It shouldn't have worked, it was far too rushed. But his 'tist instincts were telling him that this woman was not only already soaked in a months-long pseudo-trance, but was also manifestly remarkably submissive by nature.

"Only yours. I am under your control." She answered, with a sultry smile to accompany her still-entirely-vacant gaze.

He let go, only to bring both hands to the sides of her head. He squeezed. The move didn't work on the resistant, but on those predisposed to hypnotic submission. Well... "Feel pleasure, my slave."

He looked at the blonde - Colby, he now knew. The brunette, whose name no longer mattered and would forever answer to 'slave', convulsed beside him. She let out a long, almost pained moan.

Both hypnotists knew, though, that it wasn't pain that the girl was experiencing.

By the end of her orgasm, she was kneeling at his feet. "Please, Master, more!"

Colby had been paralyzed watching it play out.

She had no idea what to do. She didn't even know this was possible.

But seeing Shelby call that man 'Master' did more than snap her out of it, it enraged her. She stumbled to her feet in her rush, and ran towards the man. Her elbow rose without her even realising. When she did realise, she threw her punch. Her fist flew through the air with the momentum of her charge.

Her arm was caught in the air. By a small, soft hand.

Shelby looked at her with pain in her eyes. "Colby, no! You can't hurt Master!"

Colby wrenched her hand out of her sister's grasp, whirling to stare daggers at the man. "What the fuck is this!?"

The man, unremarkable but not unattractive, simply let out a resonant chuckle. "What? Did you really think you were the only one who can control minds?"

Colby's fists clenched. She took a deep breath and let it out. He was taunting her, trying to make her lose control. A classic man - immediately making poor Shelby be sexy for him instead of just using her as an itinerant maid like a responsible person, and then assuming that Colby was an emotionally-driven fool.

No, she was smart enough to figure out how to do a hypnosis. And she was smart enough to remember how to end it.

"Shelby! Snap out of it!" She clicked her fingers aggressively in front of her sister's face. Shelby blinked, but nothing more.

"Wait. Your trances so far have been so weak that a snap can break her out? Without even a countdown? Wow, you're a bigger amateur than I thought." The man covered his mouth to hide his laughter, then looked at Shelby. "She's not worth your attention, Slave. Ignore her, attend to your Master."

Instantly, Shelby turned away from her sister. Dark hair whipped Colby in the face, and by the time she'd blinked away the stinging pain from her eyes, she saw Shelby behind the man. She was massaging him... below the waist.

"Shelby, come back! What the fuck are you doing!?"

"What she's told, obviously." The man answered for the hypnotised girl. He smiled, his controlled grin flickering at the edges as a hand moved over a bulge in his jeans. "And if you want to be with her so badly, there's an easy way."

He pointed at his eyes. His piercing, dark eyes.

Colby wrenched her eyes away. She gasped with the physical effort it took for such a small movement of her head.

He was strong. Not physically (she took another look at his arms, not bad but nothing to fall in love over), but in a way she couldn't really perceive. Willpower, the thing that Shelby lacked.

But he was underestimating her.

"Yeah, there's an easy way." She said.

And then Colby started to sing.

There were no words. She'd discovered the power in an experimental jam session with Shelby, but it had later turned out that hypnosis worked a lot better without Paramore lyrics to distract the subject.

Even so, it was beautiful. Colby had the sort of voice which made one's head go cold and tingly, like feeling a sort of otherworldly presence.

"That's... some good... mastery of... hypnotic... tones..." The man observed, the pauses between his words getting longer and longer. His superior smile relaxed into something more passive.

Like the man had done to Shelby, Colby's voice took the listener along a path of her design. Deliberate, practiced tones kept the subject's brain confused as it was gradually lured into slumber.

The man had taken Shelby on an easy path, maybe like jumping over stepping stones.

Colby's vocal range was more like a rollercoaster or a muscle car. It was all the subject could do just to hold on and be swept along by the constant unexpected shifts in the melody, becoming more and more dissociated from their own thoughts.

The man was silent, head bobbing slowly to the rhythm. Shelby was basically catatonic behind him.

Colby lifted her finger (her other hand stayed flat by her side, rising and falling to control her breathing). As she continued her wordless song, her finger moved like a conductor's baton. The man followed it with tired eyes.

Perfect.

Her finger spun. And then pointed down. Drop.

The man's eyes closed. His chin drooped.

Colby took a breath. "Good boy," she crooned, "now, tell Shelby to come back to me."

"Yesss... Shelby... go back to... your sister..." His voice was lifeless, as if it too was hanging as heavy as his eyelids.

Shelby stumbled, her body almost unresponsive, to stand beside Colby. The mistress smiled. Not only had she proved herself superior, but now she had a real toy to play with.

Then the man's eyes snapped open. "Now, Slave, grab her and cover her mouth. I have to admit it is hard to focus when she's using her Voice."

Before there was any chance to react, Colby's stomach was wrapped in Shelby's arm, and a palm covered her face. She tried to sing, but only a muffled, useless noise made it through Shelby's fingers.

She didn't understand.

She had won.

"Okay, wow. So, that was good singing, but if only that was enough to bring Shelby here down... Well, then I really am dealing with a case of exceptionally weak will."

Colby's face burned hot. How was she supposed to know that her voice wasn't enough to knock out any mind!? She'd been tricked, and that was more annoying even than the fact that her sister had her in a muzzling bear hug.

"Seriously though, why were you even trying to fight me if all you have on your side is some skilful singing? That's not even talent." He stopped for a moment. "Okay, it is talent, but not the type you need to get one over on a real 'tist. You're nothing."

Colby tensed, trying to vain to writhe out of her sister's hold. She wasn't nothing. Over the last months she'd completely brainwashed an entire Shelby!

But, that hadn't survived contact with the outside world. There were others out there who were stronger.

The dark corners of her mind grew. Most of her thoughts held strong, but an increasing part of her internal voice was agreeing with him. Maybe she wasn't all that powerful.

"Now, anyway. Look, you're not the only 'tist around here who's been having sub troubles. I've half a mind just to take you and Shelby back there, tell the rest of my girls to snap out of it for good, and rebuild. A fresh start. Away from all the complexity..."

She saw a tiredness in his eyes, a darkness behind them. It hinted at a longer story, and probably a sad one. She almost pitied the nasty hypnotist man.

Until she realised she was being tricked to stare into his dark, powerful eyes.

She didn't have the strength to pull her eyes away this time. When she did start to strain her face downwards, Shelby's grip on her mouth tightened, keeping her in place. Staring into the overpowering abyss.

"You're weak, Colby. It's okay. Lots of people are weak."

He was walking towards her. She was angry, but helpless.

"Being weak just means you need to rely on people. You still have some amazing talents, you just can't take control of your life. Only strong people can do that. You're not strong, though."

He brushed a hand through her hair. Her arms were free to move, but she couldn't. Whenever she thought about slapping him away, she only remembered that she was weak and that his eyes were so heavy, so tiring...

"But you can rely on people. Like your sister. She knows what's best. Tell her, Shelby. Tell Colby how to be happy."

"Tell him that you obey." Shelby droned in her ear.

"See? It's easy." He cupped her chin in his hand, the exact same way he did to Shelby before. "Just try it on. See how it feels. Tell me: 'I am under your control'."

Colby knew how that would end. She had seen how that would end.

But Shelby was weak. Surely just saying something couldn't make her lose control like that? Yeah, it was just because Shelby was naturally vulnerable.

... But Colby was weak as well, he'd said as much.

But that's why she had to say it. So she could see how it felt to rely on someone.

"I am under your control." Her voice was small, but confident.

He stroked her neck. She felt good. She felt weak. She felt like she could rely on him. His strong gaze. His powerful grip. His unflinching control over her sister. And...

"I am under your control." She repeated, even though she hadn't even registered him giving the command again.

She wasn't hearing his words. She didn't need to. Because...

"I am under your control."

Her legs were too weak to stand. Shelby lowered her to the ground, where she fell flat and limp on the picnic blanket. He kneeled beside her, fingers stroking down her body. Between her legs. He whispered the same order he had given to Shelby.

Colby's body tensed hard and then relaxed even harder. She curled up in a ball to try to stop the unstoppable wave of pleasure coursing through her.

She couldn't.

She laid back, legs spread wide as the hypnosis broke her body in a way physical arousal never could.

He watched her. She made eye contact with him. She saw endless, overwhelming spirals in his eyes. Spirals which dominated her. Spirals which controlled her.

She was under his control. She was submissive to him. She was obedient to him. She was broken and beaten and brainwashed by him.

"I know you are, Slave. It's okay, you can sleep now."

"But..." Colby felt bad. She was so weak, he had completely destroyed her mind and ravaged her body. How could she...? "I'm too weak, Master. I can't help you."

"Oh, Slave"" He sighed as he gave her chest a reassuring squeeze. "You don't need to help me any more. Just do as I say, and rely on me to feel safe and happy. That's all either of us need, okay?"

"Yes Master." Colby smiled. Everything was going to be alright.

A long moment passed as Colby rested her eyes, willingly allowing Master to fondle her as she regained the ability to even move.

A voice broke the silence. "So are we going to take you home, Master?" It was Shelby, head rising from its place face-down on Master's unclothed lap.

"Yes, once Colby can move again."

"Oh, then we'll have to deal with Faith and Carthi."

"Faith and Carthi?" Master's voice rose.

"Our sisters."

Master made a noise somewhere between a whistle and a moan of pleasure. Colby giggled. Life was going to be so much fun now that she was completely obedient!

And she wouldn't be the only one.

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Honey! It's mid-late January again! Time for your annual Crimson Apple hypnostory!

But seriously the Benson sisters are nice, but this is obviously also a birthday present for my esteemable colleague Dormiria . The manip is more understated than usual not so much for the novelty of the manip side, but because I felt it was important to use an image not already found in the annals of Dormiria. So, I had to Instagram dive for something nice which had eyes too small for the Standard Dormiria Experience, found a good one of Best Two Girls, and went from there.

I'm not that happy with the first two scenes, which I kinda stumbled through, but I think the third part, which is the idea that inspired this whole story, turned out very well!

Anyway, proofreading credit to... Dormiria . The grindset knows no limits.

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The wind was light, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the flowers smelled beautiful, and Colby was being fed grapes as she lounged on the picnic blanket. It was a beautiful day.

Shelby adjusted herself slightly. Her hips and shoulders were wider than Colby's, so her shadow eclipsed her sister's. So after shuffling her butt along the blanket a few inches, she was once again providing perfect cover from the sun.

Colby looked up to give a smile and thanks to her sister/servant. Shelby didn't respond, simply smiling blankly at a spot slightly to Colby's left. Her sister was always one of the more stoic in the family, but ever since Colby had hypnotised her, Shelby had entered this state of entirely empty compliance whenever they were alone.

Sitting up and brushing some hair behind her shoulders, Colby stole a long glance around the green fields. No-one else was there - she had chosen the remote park for a reason.

"Shelby, put the grapes away."

With a nod and a small noise of confirmation, Shelby placed the McDonalds carton back in the basket (Colby had discovered a talent for hypnosis, not money-making) and then returned to her blank, motionless state. Colby took one more look around, just to be sure. Then she turned on to her belly and spread her arms lazily in front of her.

"Now give me a massage and praise me."

There was no point accidentally putting your sister under a semi-permanent trance if you're not going to indulge in some hedonism with it. Probably. Colby was new to this sort of thing.

Shelby's movements were robotic. Her voice was similarly flat as she described Colby's excellent voice and full vocal texture.

Colby frowned. This wasn't nearly as relaxing as she'd imagined.

"Can't you be a bit more enthusiastic?"

The stiff motions of Shelby's hands stopped. There was a grunt that proved the hypnotised girl had acknowledged the question, but no answer was forthcoming.

"Erm, hypno-servant, praise me more enthusiastically!" Colby was pretty good at controlling her voice, what with being a professional singer, but even so her 'dominant hypnotist' voice had a very powerful undercurrent of 'awkward and slightly guilty young woman'.

"You're amazing, talented and criminally underrated!" It had worked, though. Shelby's voice was filled with more bright enthusiasm than Colby had ever heard. "You deserve all the praise in the world. You deserve outright worship, from many more people than me."

Colby rested her head in her hands and sighed. It was tough being an indie artist. This was a nice distraction, but it was just a bit of silly fun. It wouldn't really help make Crimson Apple explode into the mainstream.

Unless...

"Shelby, answer me honestly. Do you think I could hypnotise someone into, like, giving us a massive record deal or something?"

"I don't know." The answer was immediate and devoid of any shame or deception, coming right from a mind stripped bare.

"Yeah, I need more practice at this before we think too big. Who do you think I should hypnotise first, then?"

"Carthi and Faith?"

"No, it feels perverse enough making you do this. I need to get someone who I can really explore my power with, you know?" Colby rested her head on her hands, sighing wistfully into the distance. She didn't know what she could really do with this power yet.

"Okay. Lora from next door? Sally? Natsumi?" Shelby rattled off a list of more names of acquaintances, schoolmates and other mutual friends.

There was one big issue, though. "What if they're harder to hypnotise than you were? I guess they might have more willpower?"

The massage stopped again. Shelby paused for thought. "You might be right. All it took was a necklace swinging a few times after I listened to your experimental track for five minutes. That probably makes me very weak-willed."

"It's okay, sis. We still love you even if you have a tiny, manipulatable brain." Colby giggled and enjoyed the remainder of her massage.

It wouldn't necessarily change her life, but being able to control people's actions was pretty cool.

A man was walking past the park. He just needed to clear his head. Work hours had increased, so he had lost the chance to do the really fulfilling freelance gigs. Plus, one of the subs he'd been neglecting due to work had finally broken out of his control that morning.

Things used to be so simple. A little harem to go back to when he just needed to escape the world, a few well-considered triggers to keep everyone in line.

He'd got too cocky, too many different programmings. Maybe she'd resisted the trigger because she'd simply forgotten about it with the overload. Maybe it conflicted with another he'd put in that he'd forgotten about. Maybe there was unintentional sabotage from one of the girls he let 'tise the others. Even worse, maybe it was intentional.

So, he did a double take when he heard 'hypnotise', 'willpower' and 'tiny, manipulatable brain' coming over the wind.

I'm losing it, he thought, I really need to stop thinking too hard about this stuff or I won't be able to function in society.

The voices were female, though, so despite his misgivings he made a start onto the field.

He saw a slender, long-faced (unnatural) blonde, receiving a massage from a perfectly-proportioned brunette with an instantly-recognisable expression. The dominant woman was clearly reserved, for whatever reason, the beautiful submissive was absolutely blank, but certainly not in any way fully brainwashed or conditioned.

A newbie? Or a coward?

Either way, exactly the sort who even a down-on-his-luck 'tist could take care of.

He forced a smug expression onto his face and pushed through the last thin barrier of bushes. "I heard everything," he announced.

The blonde practically leaped to her feet. Her flawless, pale face was drenched in red. The brunette was unbalanced by the other's movement, but was otherwise not visibly perturbed.

"I-I... It's not what it sounds like!"

"Is it not? Because I thought I heard someone using a secluded area to exercise their hypnotic control over another woman who," he winked at the bruntte, "I daresay is as beautiful as yourself. I can't think of a single thing wrong with that."

The blonde looked down, and found no support from her sub. The brunette had given a vacant wave to the man, and was no contenting herself with staring into the middle distance. "What are you talking about?" She took an exaggerated pair of steps backwards. "You're a weirdo! I was just..."

"Why didn't you push her further?" The man was energised by the 'tist's clear inexperience and awkwardness. This was what the game used to be like, before he flew too close to the sun.

"Wha-?" She tripped on a loose branch, catching herself in an awkward crouch.

He kneeled down to meet her, like a teacher to a nervous student. "You know, get her to nude sunbathe for your amusement, or maybe some kind of performative self-satisfaction, if you catch my drift..."

The blonde retched. "Eww! She's my sister!"

Realisation dawned. Wow, he really had found a newbie. "And you're, what, trying it on with her?"

"I'm... I'm just having a bit of fun. I don't know how I do it really, but once I do I'll let her go and find someone to really go to town on." She gave him a once-over. He felt judged, and not in a good way. "Ehh, you'd do for a start, I guess."

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, sweetheart." That undeservedly haughty proclamation was enough to make him laugh, but any doubt in his mind about his next course of action had disappeared. "But anyway, if you're only having a bit of fun, I guess you won't mind if I have more..."

He took an exploratory step. Away from the blonde, towards the still-vacant brunette.

"Hey there, sweetie, could you just listen to me for a moment?" His voice was measured, soothing, and very much intentional. The tone of every syllable rose and fell in a carefully calibrated oscillation.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the blonde attempt to stagger to her feet. She was finally realising what he was about to do. She wouldn't be able to stop him.

The brunette hadn't responded, but she was looking at him like a lost (and especially dumb) puppy. "What's your name, cutie?"

"Shelby." She answered in a slow, sleepy drawl.

"Okay, Shelby. It's nice to meet you. I'm a friend of your Mistress. Oh, I mean your sister. Sorry I let that slip." He spoke faster, in case the blonde had more skill than he thought and could strengthen the trance at speed. His soporific rhythm became an engaging patter, moving from tone to tone like a tour guide moves from place to place - leading the girl along his path.

"Friend... of Colby... Mistress..."

"Yes, and I'd like you to do something for me." He lifted up her hand. She limply allowed him to take a firm, commanding grip. "Just say to me 'I am under your control', please."

She didn't resist. Her voice was sleepy, but earnest. "I am under your control."

A hand under her chin, lifting her eyes to stare into his. A swirling palm massage on her held hand. "And again, dear."

"I am under your control." Less sleepy, even more earnest.

"And only mine. Only I can make you feel this way." It shouldn't have worked, it was far too rushed. But his 'tist instincts were telling him that this woman was not only already soaked in a months-long pseudo-trance, but was also manifestly remarkably submissive by nature.

"Only yours. I am under your control." She answered, with a sultry smile to accompany her still-entirely-vacant gaze.

He let go, only to bring both hands to the sides of her head. He squeezed. The move didn't work on the resistant, but on those predisposed to hypnotic submission. Well... "Feel pleasure, my slave."

He looked at the blonde - Colby, he now knew. The brunette, whose name no longer mattered and would forever answer to 'slave', convulsed beside him. She let out a long, almost pained moan.

Both hypnotists knew, though, that it wasn't pain that the girl was experiencing.

By the end of her orgasm, she was kneeling at his feet. "Please, Master, more!"

Colby had been paralyzed watching it play out.

She had no idea what to do. She didn't even know this was possible.

But seeing Shelby call that man 'Master' did more than snap her out of it, it enraged her. She stumbled to her feet in her rush, and ran towards the man. Her elbow rose without her even realising. When she did realise, she threw her punch. Her fist flew through the air with the momentum of her charge.

Her arm was caught in the air. By a small, soft hand.

Shelby looked at her with pain in her eyes. "Colby, no! You can't hurt Master!"

Colby wrenched her hand out of her sister's grasp, whirling to stare daggers at the man. "What the fuck is this!?"

The man, unremarkable but not unattractive, simply let out a resonant chuckle. "What? Did you really think you were the only one who can control minds?"

Colby's fists clenched. She took a deep breath and let it out. He was taunting her, trying to make her lose control. A classic man - immediately making poor Shelby be sexy for him instead of just using her as an itinerant maid like a responsible person, and then assuming that Colby was an emotionally-driven fool.

No, she was smart enough to figure out how to do a hypnosis. And she was smart enough to remember how to end it.

"Shelby! Snap out of it!" She clicked her fingers aggressively in front of her sister's face. Shelby blinked, but nothing more.

"Wait. Your trances so far have been so weak that a snap can break her out? Without even a countdown? Wow, you're a bigger amateur than I thought." The man covered his mouth to hide his laughter, then looked at Shelby. "She's not worth your attention, Slave. Ignore her, attend to your Master."

Instantly, Shelby turned away from her sister. Dark hair whipped Colby in the face, and by the time she'd blinked away the stinging pain from her eyes, she saw Shelby behind the man. She was massaging him... below the waist.

"Shelby, come back! What the fuck are you doing!?"

"What she's told, obviously." The man answered for the hypnotised girl. He smiled, his controlled grin flickering at the edges as a hand moved over a bulge in his jeans. "And if you want to be with her so badly, there's an easy way."

He pointed at his eyes. His piercing, dark eyes.

Colby wrenched her eyes away. She gasped with the physical effort it took for such a small movement of her head.

He was strong. Not physically (she took another look at his arms, not bad but nothing to fall in love over), but in a way she couldn't really perceive. Willpower, the thing that Shelby lacked.

But he was underestimating her.

"Yeah, there's an easy way." She said.

And then Colby started to sing.

There were no words. She'd discovered the power in an experimental jam session with Shelby, but it had later turned out that hypnosis worked a lot better without Paramore lyrics to distract the subject.

Even so, it was beautiful. Colby had the sort of voice which made one's head go cold and tingly, like feeling a sort of otherworldly presence.

"That's... some good... mastery of... hypnotic... tones..." The man observed, the pauses between his words getting longer and longer. His superior smile relaxed into something more passive.

Like the man had done to Shelby, Colby's voice took the listener along a path of her design. Deliberate, practiced tones kept the subject's brain confused as it was gradually lured into slumber.

The man had taken Shelby on an easy path, maybe like jumping over stepping stones.

Colby's vocal range was more like a rollercoaster or a muscle car. It was all the subject could do just to hold on and be swept along by the constant unexpected shifts in the melody, becoming more and more dissociated from their own thoughts.

The man was silent, head bobbing slowly to the rhythm. Shelby was basically catatonic behind him.

Colby lifted her finger (her other hand stayed flat by her side, rising and falling to control her breathing). As she continued her wordless song, her finger moved like a conductor's baton. The man followed it with tired eyes.

Perfect.

Her finger spun. And then pointed down. Drop.

The man's eyes closed. His chin drooped.

Colby took a breath. "Good boy," she crooned, "now, tell Shelby to come back to me."

"Yesss... Shelby... go back to... your sister..." His voice was lifeless, as if it too was hanging as heavy as his eyelids.

Shelby stumbled, her body almost unresponsive, to stand beside Colby. The mistress smiled. Not only had she proved herself superior, but now she had a real toy to play with.

Then the man's eyes snapped open. "Now, Slave, grab her and cover her mouth. I have to admit it is hard to focus when she's using her Voice."

Before there was any chance to react, Colby's stomach was wrapped in Shelby's arm, and a palm covered her face. She tried to sing, but only a muffled, useless noise made it through Shelby's fingers.

She didn't understand.

She had won.

"Okay, wow. So, that was good singing, but if only that was enough to bring Shelby here down... Well, then I really am dealing with a case of exceptionally weak will."

Colby's face burned hot. How was she supposed to know that her voice wasn't enough to knock out any mind!? She'd been tricked, and that was more annoying even than the fact that her sister had her in a muzzling bear hug.

"Seriously though, why were you even trying to fight me if all you have on your side is some skilful singing? That's not even talent." He stopped for a moment. "Okay, it is talent, but not the type you need to get one over on a real 'tist. You're nothing."

Colby tensed, trying to vain to writhe out of her sister's hold. She wasn't nothing. Over the last months she'd completely brainwashed an entire Shelby!

But, that hadn't survived contact with the outside world. There were others out there who were stronger.

The dark corners of her mind grew. Most of her thoughts held strong, but an increasing part of her internal voice was agreeing with him. Maybe she wasn't all that powerful.

"Now, anyway. Look, you're not the only 'tist around here who's been having sub troubles. I've half a mind just to take you and Shelby back there, tell the rest of my girls to snap out of it for good, and rebuild. A fresh start. Away from all the complexity..."

She saw a tiredness in his eyes, a darkness behind them. It hinted at a longer story, and probably a sad one. She almost pitied the nasty hypnotist man.

Until she realised she was being tricked to stare into his dark, powerful eyes.

She didn't have the strength to pull her eyes away this time. When she did start to strain her face downwards, Shelby's grip on her mouth tightened, keeping her in place. Staring into the overpowering abyss.

"You're weak, Colby. It's okay. Lots of people are weak."

He was walking towards her. She was angry, but helpless.

"Being weak just means you need to rely on people. You still have some amazing talents, you just can't take control of your life. Only strong people can do that. You're not strong, though."

He brushed a hand through her hair. Her arms were free to move, but she couldn't. Whenever she thought about slapping him away, she only remembered that she was weak and that his eyes were so heavy, so tiring...

"But you can rely on people. Like your sister. She knows what's best. Tell her, Shelby. Tell Colby how to be happy."

"Tell him that you obey." Shelby droned in her ear.

"See? It's easy." He cupped her chin in his hand, the exact same way he did to Shelby before. "Just try it on. See how it feels. Tell me: 'I am under your control'."

Colby knew how that would end. She had seen how that would end.

But Shelby was weak. Surely just saying something couldn't make her lose control like that? Yeah, it was just because Shelby was naturally vulnerable.

... But Colby was weak as well, he'd said as much.

But that's why she had to say it. So she could see how it felt to rely on someone.

"I am under your control." Her voice was small, but confident.

He stroked her neck. She felt good. She felt weak. She felt like she could rely on him. His strong gaze. His powerful grip. His unflinching control over her sister. And...

"I am under your control." She repeated, even though she hadn't even registered him giving the command again.

She wasn't hearing his words. She didn't need to. Because...

"I am under your control."

Her legs were too weak to stand. Shelby lowered her to the ground, where she fell flat and limp on the picnic blanket. He kneeled beside her, fingers stroking down her body. Between her legs. He whispered the same order he had given to Shelby.

Colby's body tensed hard and then relaxed even harder. She curled up in a ball to try to stop the unstoppable wave of pleasure coursing through her.

She couldn't.

She laid back, legs spread wide as the hypnosis broke her body in a way physical arousal never could.

He watched her. She made eye contact with him. She saw endless, overwhelming spirals in his eyes. Spirals which dominated her. Spirals which controlled her.

She was under his control. She was submissive to him. She was obedient to him. She was broken and beaten and brainwashed by him.

"I know you are, Slave. It's okay, you can sleep now."

"But..." Colby felt bad. She was so weak, he had completely destroyed her mind and ravaged her body. How could she...? "I'm too weak, Master. I can't help you."

"Oh, Slave"" He sighed as he gave her chest a reassuring squeeze. "You don't need to help me any more. Just do as I say, and rely on me to feel safe and happy. That's all either of us need, okay?"

"Yes Master." Colby smiled. Everything was going to be alright.

A long moment passed as Colby rested her eyes, willingly allowing Master to fondle her as she regained the ability to even move.

A voice broke the silence. "So are we going to take you home, Master?" It was Shelby, head rising from its place face-down on Master's unclothed lap.

"Yes, once Colby can move again."

"Oh, then we'll have to deal with Faith and Carthi."

"Faith and Carthi?" Master's voice rose.

"Our sisters."

Master made a noise somewhere between a whistle and a moan of pleasure. Colby giggled. Life was going to be so much fun now that she was completely obedient!

And she wouldn't be the only one.

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Honey! It's mid-late January again! Time for your annual Crimson Apple hypnostory!

But seriously the Benson sisters are nice, but this is obviously also a birthday present for my esteemable colleague Dormiria . The manip is more understated than usual not so much for the novelty of the manip side, but because I felt it was important to use an image not already found in the annals of Dormiria. So, I had to Instagram dive for something nice which had eyes too small for the Standard Dormiria Experience, found a good one of Best Two Girls, and went from there.

I'm not that happy with the first two scenes, which I kinda stumbled through, but I think the third part, which is the idea that inspired this whole story, turned out very well!

Anyway, proofreading credit to... Dormiria . The grindset knows no limits.