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Hey girls! I found this really cool exclusive spa. It's super remote, but trust me it's worth the trip. Everything's organic of course, and there's loads of vegan food available after your treatment. And it's in this really cool manor house! My treat, first person to reply gets a FREE TICKET!
That was the Whatsap message which had brought Kate here. It seemed like Olivia Wilde, from their little vegan actresses group-chat, really was a nice woman. Because this place did look like it lived up to the hype.

Her car had parked next to three others on a piece of well-mown field demarcated as a parking area by a single rope between a couple of wooden posts, appropriate for the fact she'd just been going on dirt tracks for ten minutes (against the protestations of her satnav) to get to the location Olivia had texted her. But in this great field surrounded by moderately thick woods was a huge mansion. Black timber created a chequered pattern on the pristine white wall, combining with the thatched roof (probably with slate underneath, she hoped) to produce a real Tudor feel.

Off to the side was a more modern extension, she imagined being the spa itself. It was clearly concrete in construction, but an attempt had definitely been made to keep with the Renaissance aesthetic of the rest of the manor. Kate wasn't sure the architect they got was the best, instead of straight right angles, the black beams were in haphazard, slanted patterns and varied in size, getting smaller as they went towards the centre. Weird, but as long as you paid attention only to the three story, multi-winged building ahead of you, the place was certainly impressive.

But as her heels sunk into the soil, Kate did have to complain that it was also totally deserted. Assuming there was a pair of patrons in each of the cars there, she could still probably wander through the house and grounds all day without seeing another soul. Which would be fine if she could at least find a member of staff to give her ticket number to and be shown to the pool.

She shivered in her loose jumper (it was cloudier here than where she'd set off from, and she was definitely regretting her skirt choice). Clearly no-one was coming to collect her. Raising her knees exaggeratedly, she walked tentatively through nature towards her destination.

"Excuse me? Hi?"

She asked tentatively to an empty hallway.
Well, even if the treatment ended up as good as Olivia promised, this place was not getting 5 stars for customer service. She had no other choice though, and after a coin flip decided to turn left at the staircase wider than three Kates with their arms spread out. Seriously, it was a grand hall.

As her heels made the wooden boards of the floor creak with strain, Kate stopped and listened. No footsteps, no conversation. Was everyone already in the spa? She supposed so, maybe there was a timing thing Olivia forgot to tell her about.

Yeah, that must have been it. She about-faced from a large carpeted study and headed towards where the weird-walled extension should have been.

She took another moment to appreciate the cleanliness of the place. Despite the clear history of every wooden board and beam, the paint on the walls was without flakes, and there wasn't a mote of dust to be seen. It did put a girl at ease, even as she continued the search for a single other soul in the damned mansion. Seriously, there should have been a sign or something about the reception times (she had made sure to check back in the entrance hall, but there was nothing).

After walking through another few bare rooms with only the hollow echoes of her shoes against the wood floor for company, she was at the other end of the mansion, in a huge two-storey room with a grand staircase at the other side. Clearly, this place had been the library in a past life, huge bookcases filled every wall, and formed two mazes of bibliotechnical walls on either side of her. Except the bookcases were mostly empty. Those closest to her were sparsely filled with self-help books and travel guides, but looking up to the second floor there was just nothing to be seen.

Maybe management had sold off the old owner's collection to fund their not-particularly-tasteful extension?

More important than Kate's pointless speculations was the item sticking out conspicuously from the floor three bookcases ahead of her. In contrast to the faded browns and beiges of the pre-modern decor, the shiny chrome of the terminal was jarringly anachronistic. The steel platform went up to just over her waist height, and at the top was a tablet-style screen, glowing with a techy blue light.

About twenty more heels clopping against the floor later, and Kate had reached the tablet to be able to read it.

On a swirling background which reminded her of the old Pipes screensaver, but with more blue and silver, four options were presented in navy text on sleek silver curved buttons - obviously a touch screen, then. It seemed her options were "Video Therapy", "Special Massage", "Hair Treatment" and "Relaxation Chamber".

Only four? Well, quality over quantity, Kate supposed. It didn't look like there was any way to get further information on the treatments, and she was sure the acoustics here were good enough that she'd be able to hear any staff approaching. Seriously, the customer service at this spa was awful! What was Olivia thinking? No matter how good a massage was, it wouldn't be worth this shit!

And now that she thought about it, wasn't this all a bit incongruent? Olivia had said this was all perfectly organic and stuff. And, well, Kate was not normally one to stereotype, but this place did not give off that vibe at all. There were no barefoot women, or white people with dreads, or any indie music playing on speakers. And yeah, that would be a bit weird for this environment as well, but instead of anachronism from modern hipsters they were instead using some tech which looked like it had come straight from an Apple advert.

Something was fishy here.

Kate had, however, read enough thrillers to know the one thing which was always in a suspicious library.

She found it ten minutes later, one of the thick volumes of vaguely Hindu philosophy didn't budge when she tried to pull it off the shelf against the wall. Instead, it bent backwards with a satisfying click when she pushed. There was a groan of ungreased mechanisms as she felt the wood floor lower slightly and start to turn slowly.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. She briefly considered climbing back up to the library and driving away. But then she thought of Olivia. What if she was actually in trouble because she'd been (somehow ?) fooled by this place? That wasn't acceptable, and Kate had to find out what was going on here.

So she took a deep breath as she waited for the clearly disused secret passage to complete its rotation.

Moments later, she stepped off the platform, and her heels' collision with the floor had an entirely new timbre. She was just stood there, transfixed by the sight of this huge metal chamber, as large as the library but completely bare of furnishing. The walls were all the same polished silver as the terminal. Wires ran around the midpoint of the wall, branching off into the ceiling and into the walls (clearly they were powering the terminal as well), and a dull blue light came from LEDs in the floor and ceiling.

She was so transfixed by the sci-fi sight that she didn't notice the platform she had came in on returning to the wall until the metal clanged shut behind her. Moving already had got its parts into place, and they had no longer creaked with disuse.

And while Kate could see the seam where the wall had opened, there was no way her strength would be enough to open it. And there was no door in this room. So she walked into the centre to get a better view.

Then she heard a voice from above her, just a little to the right.

"Well, this is definitely not the normal customer behaviour. I'm impressed. And, I must be honest, surprised." A chuckle echoed through the room as she frantically looked for the source of the deep male voice.

There was a blinking red light in the ceiling, next to one of the LEDs. By its light Kate noticed the honeycomb-like structure of a speaker next to it. Well brilliant, she was being watched. But the voice continued casually, more like he was explaining an interesting TED talk than admonishing a prisoner.

"I think I can work with it though. Luckily I have failsafes in every stage of the process."

The noise of pistons expelling air came from below Kate, but before she had finished working out what the noise was, cold metal bands had already clamped around her biceps. She whipped her head around, looking through her sandy hair to see that two arms had emerged from the floor through apertures which had suddenly opened. They clicked as the clamps locked into place, and then the whoosh of air came again as they started to pull back.

Pulling Kate back on to the cold floor.

Except it wasn't cold. Well, her arms were still thoroughly uncomfortable, even through the jumper, but the floor wasn't as hard as she expected. She awkwardly turned her head and saw why. Again, the floor has parted to reveal a nice leather cushioned seat for her.

Then the seat itself opened as two more clamps emerged, locking around her legs in a tight, freezing embrace on her skin.

"Apologies for the restraints. If you had gone through the proper channels I assure you it would be more comfortable. But, I can also assure you that you will be feeling just as good by the end of the treatment as the rest of our customers."

She wasn't listening to the even voice, she was simply squirming in her bonds. It didn't help though, all it did was chafe hard against the skin of her legs and hurt her arms with the exertion. Well, it was a bit stupid of her to think she was stronger than purpose-built steel. A girl had to try though.

At least the cushion was very nice, she supposed. She really could sink into it, collect her thoughts maybe while she ignored the cold press against her bare skin. As she looked around, she realised why her feet felt especially cold. In the "scuffle" of her against bondage equipment, her heels had fallen off, leaving her feet bare as they wiggled futilely in their locked position.

She was distracted again by the sound of fingers quickly tapping against a keyboard echoing through the speaker above. Again, her captor was explaining something in a voice more reminiscent of scientific interest than megalomania.

"You see, the Relaxation Chamber has a crucial first stage. Without it you just notice how big the room is, instead of appreciating its effects on the acoustics. But, luckily, I built this complex with a good amount of modularity. I haven't had to use this function since that whole Superia business, though, so forgive me for the delay. I hope you're enjoying the massage chair I brought up, though?"

Kate screamed a few choice swear words at the speaker.

"Oh, yes, of course. You haven't even gone through a basic Rinse yet, so you're understandably feisty. Don't worry, my dear..." A few clicks sounded through the speaker. "Oh my, you're Kate Mara. I thought I recognised you. Well, my dear Kate, you will feel a lot less stressed shortly, as soon as I've remembered what the command line is..."

Why did he sound so normal? He honestly sounded concerned about her. After she was trapped against a damned floor. A damned comfy floor, but trapped all the same (and the cold air on her bare feet was really not helping).

She was opening her mouth for another show of defiance - perhaps futile, but it made her feel better (and hey, the guy seemed reasonable, maybe she could guilt trip him into letting her out), but she was interrupted by the shriek of metal scraping against metal above her.

The entire ceiling was rotating with deafening noise. She thought she could hear some amicable apology coming from the speaker, but it was drowned out by the cacophony (plus the speaker was slowly rotating away as well). A few minutes later the ceiling finished rotating. And, well, it looked entirely identical. The speaker was even in the same place as it made a protesting noise of feedback before the man came back on.

"Sorry about that, but now we can emulate what stage one of the process would be. Enjoy, Kate." The chuckle wasn't menacing, he seemed to honestly believe she should be looking forwards to it.

She wasn't.

The lights went off for a moment, leaving Kate in uncomfortable darkness. Then the entire ceiling lit up in blinding white. Then a number of the lights alternated to black. They were forming a spiral pattern it seemed, in the middle of the ceiling, exactly where Kate's head was looking.

And then the spiral started spinning. The lights turning on and off constantly gave a strange electronic whir to the whole thing. The noises all pointed to the middle of the spiral though. The one point in the centre, unmoving. Everything else, a whirlpool of colour swirling around it.

The voice was soft, almost on the edge of her perception.

"You're already thinking about it, aren't you, Kate? How the spiral is like your thoughts. Chaotic, panicking, always moving?"

She was. She was scared but it was like her. She was confused. Why was she listening to this? Why did she like watching the spiral?

"Fuck off!"

Her brain had cleared for a second. She had no idea what the fuck was going on, but she knew it was not good for her. While her arms and legs only got more cold from fighting, her head moved out of the way, fixating her gaze far away from the spiral.

"Ever the feisty one, aren't you Kate? Good job a spent a day coding some gaze perception into this."

The lights flickered and the spiral was there again, where she was looking.

Again the sound soothed very busy mind.

"You can see where the chaos ends, can't you, Kate?"

She could, the stillness at the centre of the spiral. It was alluring. Was it the noise? Was it just that she was tired out from fighting?

It didn't matter, she couldn't look away.

If she moved her head it would appear again. She couldn't move in these bonds.

"There's only one thing to do, Kate"

Just relax in this chair and watch the stillness and calmness of the spiral.

Keep watching, enjoying the peace at its centre, feeling her thoughts pulled into it.

Feel her tired eyes closing.

Feel her tired mind shutting down.

Sleep.

The man's whisper was still there, massaging the edge of her attention.

"Good girl, you feel far more relaxed now, don't you?"

She felt her head nodding. She didn't actually feel much better. She just kinda felt nothing. But it was better than before. She didn't mind how cold her feet were now.

She didn't like it. But it was fine. Everything was fine.

The voice said something about starting Phase Two, she didn't really get it, she was just relaxed not thinking about anything. She'd let the voice handle it.

Then she felt two cushioned pads on her bare soles, and another two on the sides of her head. Sure, whatever, no point thinking about them.

Then they started to vibrate softly. Hehe, that tickled.

For some reason an image came into her head of what she might look like. Eyes closed with a thin, but content smile, lying down on the floor with bands keeping her in place, with more things touching her feet and head.

Then the tickling really started.

On her feet it tickled, enough to make her squirm against her bonds. She was still relaxed about it, but her body moved on impulse as it thought against the sensations in her feet. But it wasn't, like, just a tickle. There was some other sensation moving up through her soles, every few seconds it weakened the nerves in her legs, making them feel more numb, less able to fight back.

And numb was a good word for the sensation in her head. It was also kind of like a tickle, but it was more an empty feeling moving out from the sides of her scalp, through her skull and down past her neck to her chest and arms.

Another thought suddenly came to her out of the watery mist of her relaxed brain.

Her, there with her long hair and cute jumper, trapped and smiling. She was cute.

The guy behind the voice thought she was cute, right?

Yeah, she was cute. That thought locked in as the nice feeling washed away her movement. The tickle made it hard to focus on anything else. Her feet couldn't fight against it and her mind was so happy to not be thinking about anything else.

She pictured herself with a happy smile, and that made her smile more.

Then the vibration changed slightly, and so did the feeling.

From her head down through every nerve came a feeling of pure joy, just like the one in her smile. She shook with happiness of this pure feeling. Up from her feet came something similar but different. As she returned to the image in her head shuddering against the metal strips she realised it was pure, unadulterated pleasure. Maybe she was moaning? Her self-image definitely had her mouth open a bit.

And it just kept coming. Kate couldn't feel her body anymore, so she relied on the image being projected into her brain of a happy, overwhelmed woman who was truly enjoying this new form of relaxation.

Then it stopped and she opened her eyes. The bonds had disappeared and she had been deposited in an upright standing position.

She could barely stay up on legs that felt like jelly, but she did. She stood at barefoot attention on pure instinct. Then colourful spirals appeared on every wall as the nice voice came back on the speaker.

"It's time for Phase Three, Kate."

Kate perched on the chair in her Master's study, waiting for his arrival.

She wanted to be stood at attention like a slave girl should, but her body was just completely exhausted from her full Wash, and she hoped Master would forgive her.

Where was Master, anyway?

Her bare toes curled and scrunched against the cushion of the chair as she fidgeted with her hair, looking in case Master was having fun with her, maybe hiding in the fireplace?

But no, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The sound of shoes, because only Master's feet could be covered, every other girl had to have hers bare against the cold floor.

Kate didn't mind though, being barefoot was good, when her feet touched a cold surface it just made her feel pleasure. Even more when she was waiting for Master as she was ordered. Seeing as she was brainwashed to serve him, nothing could feel better than following his exact commands.

Well, as he entered the room she realised one thing could be better.

Being barefoot for Master.

But then he gave her the first command of the evening.

There were things she could do with her feet which would be even better. She giggled happily. Kate had enjoyed the Chamber. But now she was out of the Chamber, she could truly enjoy being a brainwashed servant.

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Thanks to CyrilQWellington for the inspiration!

I'll try to make my next couple of stories non-foot-related, though! No offence, Master, just need to be aware of the preferences of other parts of the audience! Hope you can all enjoy the hypnosis despite that!

Description
Hey girls! I found this really cool exclusive spa. It's super remote, but trust me it's worth the trip. Everything's organic of course, and there's loads of vegan food available after your treatment. And it's in this really cool manor house! My treat, first person to reply gets a FREE TICKET!
That was the Whatsap message which had brought Kate here. It seemed like Olivia Wilde, from their little vegan actresses group-chat, really was a nice woman. Because this place did look like it lived up to the hype.

Her car had parked next to three others on a piece of well-mown field demarcated as a parking area by a single rope between a couple of wooden posts, appropriate for the fact she'd just been going on dirt tracks for ten minutes (against the protestations of her satnav) to get to the location Olivia had texted her. But in this great field surrounded by moderately thick woods was a huge mansion. Black timber created a chequered pattern on the pristine white wall, combining with the thatched roof (probably with slate underneath, she hoped) to produce a real Tudor feel.

Off to the side was a more modern extension, she imagined being the spa itself. It was clearly concrete in construction, but an attempt had definitely been made to keep with the Renaissance aesthetic of the rest of the manor. Kate wasn't sure the architect they got was the best, instead of straight right angles, the black beams were in haphazard, slanted patterns and varied in size, getting smaller as they went towards the centre. Weird, but as long as you paid attention only to the three story, multi-winged building ahead of you, the place was certainly impressive.

But as her heels sunk into the soil, Kate did have to complain that it was also totally deserted. Assuming there was a pair of patrons in each of the cars there, she could still probably wander through the house and grounds all day without seeing another soul. Which would be fine if she could at least find a member of staff to give her ticket number to and be shown to the pool.

She shivered in her loose jumper (it was cloudier here than where she'd set off from, and she was definitely regretting her skirt choice). Clearly no-one was coming to collect her. Raising her knees exaggeratedly, she walked tentatively through nature towards her destination.

"Excuse me? Hi?"

She asked tentatively to an empty hallway.
Well, even if the treatment ended up as good as Olivia promised, this place was not getting 5 stars for customer service. She had no other choice though, and after a coin flip decided to turn left at the staircase wider than three Kates with their arms spread out. Seriously, it was a grand hall.

As her heels made the wooden boards of the floor creak with strain, Kate stopped and listened. No footsteps, no conversation. Was everyone already in the spa? She supposed so, maybe there was a timing thing Olivia forgot to tell her about.

Yeah, that must have been it. She about-faced from a large carpeted study and headed towards where the weird-walled extension should have been.

She took another moment to appreciate the cleanliness of the place. Despite the clear history of every wooden board and beam, the paint on the walls was without flakes, and there wasn't a mote of dust to be seen. It did put a girl at ease, even as she continued the search for a single other soul in the damned mansion. Seriously, there should have been a sign or something about the reception times (she had made sure to check back in the entrance hall, but there was nothing).

After walking through another few bare rooms with only the hollow echoes of her shoes against the wood floor for company, she was at the other end of the mansion, in a huge two-storey room with a grand staircase at the other side. Clearly, this place had been the library in a past life, huge bookcases filled every wall, and formed two mazes of bibliotechnical walls on either side of her. Except the bookcases were mostly empty. Those closest to her were sparsely filled with self-help books and travel guides, but looking up to the second floor there was just nothing to be seen.

Maybe management had sold off the old owner's collection to fund their not-particularly-tasteful extension?

More important than Kate's pointless speculations was the item sticking out conspicuously from the floor three bookcases ahead of her. In contrast to the faded browns and beiges of the pre-modern decor, the shiny chrome of the terminal was jarringly anachronistic. The steel platform went up to just over her waist height, and at the top was a tablet-style screen, glowing with a techy blue light.

About twenty more heels clopping against the floor later, and Kate had reached the tablet to be able to read it.

On a swirling background which reminded her of the old Pipes screensaver, but with more blue and silver, four options were presented in navy text on sleek silver curved buttons - obviously a touch screen, then. It seemed her options were "Video Therapy", "Special Massage", "Hair Treatment" and "Relaxation Chamber".

Only four? Well, quality over quantity, Kate supposed. It didn't look like there was any way to get further information on the treatments, and she was sure the acoustics here were good enough that she'd be able to hear any staff approaching. Seriously, the customer service at this spa was awful! What was Olivia thinking? No matter how good a massage was, it wouldn't be worth this shit!

And now that she thought about it, wasn't this all a bit incongruent? Olivia had said this was all perfectly organic and stuff. And, well, Kate was not normally one to stereotype, but this place did not give off that vibe at all. There were no barefoot women, or white people with dreads, or any indie music playing on speakers. And yeah, that would be a bit weird for this environment as well, but instead of anachronism from modern hipsters they were instead using some tech which looked like it had come straight from an Apple advert.

Something was fishy here.

Kate had, however, read enough thrillers to know the one thing which was always in a suspicious library.

She found it ten minutes later, one of the thick volumes of vaguely Hindu philosophy didn't budge when she tried to pull it off the shelf against the wall. Instead, it bent backwards with a satisfying click when she pushed. There was a groan of ungreased mechanisms as she felt the wood floor lower slightly and start to turn slowly.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. She briefly considered climbing back up to the library and driving away. But then she thought of Olivia. What if she was actually in trouble because she'd been (somehow ?) fooled by this place? That wasn't acceptable, and Kate had to find out what was going on here.

So she took a deep breath as she waited for the clearly disused secret passage to complete its rotation.

Moments later, she stepped off the platform, and her heels' collision with the floor had an entirely new timbre. She was just stood there, transfixed by the sight of this huge metal chamber, as large as the library but completely bare of furnishing. The walls were all the same polished silver as the terminal. Wires ran around the midpoint of the wall, branching off into the ceiling and into the walls (clearly they were powering the terminal as well), and a dull blue light came from LEDs in the floor and ceiling.

She was so transfixed by the sci-fi sight that she didn't notice the platform she had came in on returning to the wall until the metal clanged shut behind her. Moving already had got its parts into place, and they had no longer creaked with disuse.

And while Kate could see the seam where the wall had opened, there was no way her strength would be enough to open it. And there was no door in this room. So she walked into the centre to get a better view.

Then she heard a voice from above her, just a little to the right.

"Well, this is definitely not the normal customer behaviour. I'm impressed. And, I must be honest, surprised." A chuckle echoed through the room as she frantically looked for the source of the deep male voice.

There was a blinking red light in the ceiling, next to one of the LEDs. By its light Kate noticed the honeycomb-like structure of a speaker next to it. Well brilliant, she was being watched. But the voice continued casually, more like he was explaining an interesting TED talk than admonishing a prisoner.

"I think I can work with it though. Luckily I have failsafes in every stage of the process."

The noise of pistons expelling air came from below Kate, but before she had finished working out what the noise was, cold metal bands had already clamped around her biceps. She whipped her head around, looking through her sandy hair to see that two arms had emerged from the floor through apertures which had suddenly opened. They clicked as the clamps locked into place, and then the whoosh of air came again as they started to pull back.

Pulling Kate back on to the cold floor.

Except it wasn't cold. Well, her arms were still thoroughly uncomfortable, even through the jumper, but the floor wasn't as hard as she expected. She awkwardly turned her head and saw why. Again, the floor has parted to reveal a nice leather cushioned seat for her.

Then the seat itself opened as two more clamps emerged, locking around her legs in a tight, freezing embrace on her skin.

"Apologies for the restraints. If you had gone through the proper channels I assure you it would be more comfortable. But, I can also assure you that you will be feeling just as good by the end of the treatment as the rest of our customers."

She wasn't listening to the even voice, she was simply squirming in her bonds. It didn't help though, all it did was chafe hard against the skin of her legs and hurt her arms with the exertion. Well, it was a bit stupid of her to think she was stronger than purpose-built steel. A girl had to try though.

At least the cushion was very nice, she supposed. She really could sink into it, collect her thoughts maybe while she ignored the cold press against her bare skin. As she looked around, she realised why her feet felt especially cold. In the "scuffle" of her against bondage equipment, her heels had fallen off, leaving her feet bare as they wiggled futilely in their locked position.

She was distracted again by the sound of fingers quickly tapping against a keyboard echoing through the speaker above. Again, her captor was explaining something in a voice more reminiscent of scientific interest than megalomania.

"You see, the Relaxation Chamber has a crucial first stage. Without it you just notice how big the room is, instead of appreciating its effects on the acoustics. But, luckily, I built this complex with a good amount of modularity. I haven't had to use this function since that whole Superia business, though, so forgive me for the delay. I hope you're enjoying the massage chair I brought up, though?"

Kate screamed a few choice swear words at the speaker.

"Oh, yes, of course. You haven't even gone through a basic Rinse yet, so you're understandably feisty. Don't worry, my dear..." A few clicks sounded through the speaker. "Oh my, you're Kate Mara. I thought I recognised you. Well, my dear Kate, you will feel a lot less stressed shortly, as soon as I've remembered what the command line is..."

Why did he sound so normal? He honestly sounded concerned about her. After she was trapped against a damned floor. A damned comfy floor, but trapped all the same (and the cold air on her bare feet was really not helping).

She was opening her mouth for another show of defiance - perhaps futile, but it made her feel better (and hey, the guy seemed reasonable, maybe she could guilt trip him into letting her out), but she was interrupted by the shriek of metal scraping against metal above her.

The entire ceiling was rotating with deafening noise. She thought she could hear some amicable apology coming from the speaker, but it was drowned out by the cacophony (plus the speaker was slowly rotating away as well). A few minutes later the ceiling finished rotating. And, well, it looked entirely identical. The speaker was even in the same place as it made a protesting noise of feedback before the man came back on.

"Sorry about that, but now we can emulate what stage one of the process would be. Enjoy, Kate." The chuckle wasn't menacing, he seemed to honestly believe she should be looking forwards to it.

She wasn't.

The lights went off for a moment, leaving Kate in uncomfortable darkness. Then the entire ceiling lit up in blinding white. Then a number of the lights alternated to black. They were forming a spiral pattern it seemed, in the middle of the ceiling, exactly where Kate's head was looking.

And then the spiral started spinning. The lights turning on and off constantly gave a strange electronic whir to the whole thing. The noises all pointed to the middle of the spiral though. The one point in the centre, unmoving. Everything else, a whirlpool of colour swirling around it.

The voice was soft, almost on the edge of her perception.

"You're already thinking about it, aren't you, Kate? How the spiral is like your thoughts. Chaotic, panicking, always moving?"

She was. She was scared but it was like her. She was confused. Why was she listening to this? Why did she like watching the spiral?

"Fuck off!"

Her brain had cleared for a second. She had no idea what the fuck was going on, but she knew it was not good for her. While her arms and legs only got more cold from fighting, her head moved out of the way, fixating her gaze far away from the spiral.

"Ever the feisty one, aren't you Kate? Good job a spent a day coding some gaze perception into this."

The lights flickered and the spiral was there again, where she was looking.

Again the sound soothed very busy mind.

"You can see where the chaos ends, can't you, Kate?"

She could, the stillness at the centre of the spiral. It was alluring. Was it the noise? Was it just that she was tired out from fighting?

It didn't matter, she couldn't look away.

If she moved her head it would appear again. She couldn't move in these bonds.

"There's only one thing to do, Kate"

Just relax in this chair and watch the stillness and calmness of the spiral.

Keep watching, enjoying the peace at its centre, feeling her thoughts pulled into it.

Feel her tired eyes closing.

Feel her tired mind shutting down.

Sleep.

The man's whisper was still there, massaging the edge of her attention.

"Good girl, you feel far more relaxed now, don't you?"

She felt her head nodding. She didn't actually feel much better. She just kinda felt nothing. But it was better than before. She didn't mind how cold her feet were now.

She didn't like it. But it was fine. Everything was fine.

The voice said something about starting Phase Two, she didn't really get it, she was just relaxed not thinking about anything. She'd let the voice handle it.

Then she felt two cushioned pads on her bare soles, and another two on the sides of her head. Sure, whatever, no point thinking about them.

Then they started to vibrate softly. Hehe, that tickled.

For some reason an image came into her head of what she might look like. Eyes closed with a thin, but content smile, lying down on the floor with bands keeping her in place, with more things touching her feet and head.

Then the tickling really started.

On her feet it tickled, enough to make her squirm against her bonds. She was still relaxed about it, but her body moved on impulse as it thought against the sensations in her feet. But it wasn't, like, just a tickle. There was some other sensation moving up through her soles, every few seconds it weakened the nerves in her legs, making them feel more numb, less able to fight back.

And numb was a good word for the sensation in her head. It was also kind of like a tickle, but it was more an empty feeling moving out from the sides of her scalp, through her skull and down past her neck to her chest and arms.

Another thought suddenly came to her out of the watery mist of her relaxed brain.

Her, there with her long hair and cute jumper, trapped and smiling. She was cute.

The guy behind the voice thought she was cute, right?

Yeah, she was cute. That thought locked in as the nice feeling washed away her movement. The tickle made it hard to focus on anything else. Her feet couldn't fight against it and her mind was so happy to not be thinking about anything else.

She pictured herself with a happy smile, and that made her smile more.

Then the vibration changed slightly, and so did the feeling.

From her head down through every nerve came a feeling of pure joy, just like the one in her smile. She shook with happiness of this pure feeling. Up from her feet came something similar but different. As she returned to the image in her head shuddering against the metal strips she realised it was pure, unadulterated pleasure. Maybe she was moaning? Her self-image definitely had her mouth open a bit.

And it just kept coming. Kate couldn't feel her body anymore, so she relied on the image being projected into her brain of a happy, overwhelmed woman who was truly enjoying this new form of relaxation.

Then it stopped and she opened her eyes. The bonds had disappeared and she had been deposited in an upright standing position.

She could barely stay up on legs that felt like jelly, but she did. She stood at barefoot attention on pure instinct. Then colourful spirals appeared on every wall as the nice voice came back on the speaker.

"It's time for Phase Three, Kate."

Kate perched on the chair in her Master's study, waiting for his arrival.

She wanted to be stood at attention like a slave girl should, but her body was just completely exhausted from her full Wash, and she hoped Master would forgive her.

Where was Master, anyway?

Her bare toes curled and scrunched against the cushion of the chair as she fidgeted with her hair, looking in case Master was having fun with her, maybe hiding in the fireplace?

But no, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The sound of shoes, because only Master's feet could be covered, every other girl had to have hers bare against the cold floor.

Kate didn't mind though, being barefoot was good, when her feet touched a cold surface it just made her feel pleasure. Even more when she was waiting for Master as she was ordered. Seeing as she was brainwashed to serve him, nothing could feel better than following his exact commands.

Well, as he entered the room she realised one thing could be better.

Being barefoot for Master.

But then he gave her the first command of the evening.

There were things she could do with her feet which would be even better. She giggled happily. Kate had enjoyed the Chamber. But now she was out of the Chamber, she could truly enjoy being a brainwashed servant.

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Thanks to CyrilQWellington for the inspiration!

I'll try to make my next couple of stories non-foot-related, though! No offence, Master, just need to be aware of the preferences of other parts of the audience! Hope you can all enjoy the hypnosis despite that!