Recruiter
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Mistress Avery swung her crystal pendant before Jenna’s drooping eyes, grinning as the young beautician surrendered deeper and deeper to her powerful hypnotic spell. She was a wonderful toy, one of the best she had ever trained, and now that the New Year had arrived, she was about to become so much more.
The two women were sitting in Mistress Avery’s dungeon. The leather-clad Domme lounged on her lavish throne, an elaborate creation carved from dark mahogany and adorned with intricate gold filigree. Each curve of the throne seemed to echo her commanding presence, a physical manifestation of her authority. Jenna, however, was not so fortunate. She perched on an uncomfortable wooden stool, its hard surface contrasting with the luxury surrounding her. The stool was a relic of ages past, worn down by time and the weight of those who had come before – other men and women who had played their part in Mistress Avery’s grand design only to be discarded like old toys.
“Blank mind, blank mind… You hear only my voice and obey my will,” the hypnotist cooed. “You have a resolution for this year, slut. Tell me what it is.”
“Y-yes, Mistress,” Jenna murmured, her voice a breathy echo of subservience. The world around her faded, leaving only the soft glow of Mistress Avery’s pendant and the sultry cadence of her words. In this trance, Jenna felt liberated yet tethered, a warm anticipation building within her. “My resolution is… to bring you new subjects, Mistress. Every day, I will find someone to serve you.” The declaration rolled off her tongue as if it were the most precious secret shared between devoted acolytes.
“Good girl,” Mistress Avery purred, a satisfied smile dancing on her lips. “And how will you do that?”
Jenna’s soul swirled with ideas, her heart racing faster than a speeding train. The possibilities were intoxicating. “I’ll contact someone new every day. I’ll reach out to clients, friends, family members, complete strangers if there’s no other choice…” she murmured, the words flowing from her lips as if they had always existed in her subconscious. “I’ll sing your praises so that they know you’re a living goddess worthy of praise and adoration. I’ll make them see the truth you taught me. That’s what I must do. I must obey.”
“Excellent!” Mistress Avery caressed her thrall’s auburn hair. The soft strands slipped through her fingers like silken ribbons, and Jenna leaned into the touch, every nerve ending alive with a sensation that was both electric and serene. “And remember dear one,” the hypnotist continued, “the more subjects you bring to me, the more you shall be rewarded. Even if some get away, your efforts will still be acknowledged. You need to please me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress. I live for your pleasure.”
Jenna’s brain spun with visions of dazzling parties filled with laughter and elegance, where she could introduce her friends to the enchanting power of Mistress Avery. She could already see it: their faces lighting up as they fell under the hypnotist’s spell, captivated by her allure and command. A shiver of delight ran down her spine at the thought of being close to those she adored, all of them surrendering to the same intoxicating force that had ensnared her, and given her life meaning.
“Very good.” Mistress Avery giggled, drawing Jenna’s attention back to her. “You are my slave, Jenna. You’ve always been my slave, and you’ll always be my slave. I’m your world, your everything. Doing as I command is the only thing that matters. You’ll never resist my control. Never!”
“Never, Mistress. I obey. I always obey…” Jenna’s knees buckled as she sank before her owner, devoid of free will.
“Get to it, then!” Mistress Avery commanded with a snap of her fingers. The words flowed through Jenna like an icy stream of water, snapping her back into the vibrant chaos of the real world. She blinked, and her owner’s dungeon faded into the background of her mind, replaced by the bustling energy of the city outside.
The busy streets stretched before her like a canvas awaiting the brushstrokes of her desires. Invigorated by her new purpose, she smiled, no longer just Jenna but an emissary of Mistress Avery’s supreme will, a herald of hypnotic devotion, the perfect recruiter. She had work to do.
THE END
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