Chapter 24: Public Games

Mindy's trance felt different than her first trance of so many nights ago. When Mistress had first hypnotized her that night, she had collapsed, going limp and falling into a deep hypnotic sleep. This time, she had not been told to sleep. She had simply been told to close her eyes. And she had obeyed.

As she drifted in trance, she imagined what she must look like to anyone in the restaurant who happened to look her way. They would see a young woman in a nice dress sitting still with her eyes closed. Could they tell that she had just submitted to a trance? Were they aware that the woman sitting next to her, whose eyes were also closed, was also hypnotized? Would they know that the third woman, the tall, beautiful, dominant woman, could command the two hypnotized women, and they would obey?

Mindy imagined that every pair of eyes in the restaurant were on her – witnessing her trance, leering at her helpless state and plotting to take control of her themselves. Though her eyes were stuck shut, her mouth had fallen slightly open as her own lust at these thoughts caused her to pant with the arousal that had been growing in her ever since the phone call from Mistress that had set these events in motion.

After thinking these thoughts for a while, and letting the arousal that they inspired infuse her body, she finally heard Mistress speak.

"I want both of you to remain deeply entranced, but open your eyes."

Mindy did as she was told. Her eyes opened, but her vision remained hazy – she was hypnotized and finding it rather difficult to think clearly. She didn't need to think, though, because Mistress's voice quickly filled her mind.

"Go deeper ... feel yourself falling deeper into trance ... you can keep your eyes open ... you can see the other people in the restaurant ... they might even look back at you ... go deeper for them ... let them see what a hypnotized girl looks like ... show them how entranced you are ... go deeper ... and deeper..."

Mindy could feel herself falling. Her eyes slowly, lazily, scanned over the room. There were people sitting and eating. Others were moving around, some waiters, other patrons who needed to stand up for one reason or another. The room was full of quiet energy – except for the two girls in the back, in the booth. Mindy and Sandy were absent of energy. They were subdued and helpless, simply awaiting their Mistress's commands so that they could obey.

"Go deeper ... deeper and deeper ... Mindy, you will soon find that you go so deep ... that there is no need to think ... or remember ... simply obey ... drift ... relax ... submit ... and obey..."

Mindy did feel herself fall further into the trance. She was so deep that there was no need to listen to what Mistress said to her – her words would enter her mind and she would obey – she didn't need to be aware of it happening. She simply drifted on the cloud of her arousal, letting the thought of being a spectacle for the other patrons drive her wild with desire. She would let Mistress control her – and if Mistress decided that Mindy would perform further for her audience, Mindy would obey.

Snap!

Mindy blinked twice, and then felt her conscious mind come back to her. She didn't remember everything that Mistress had told her – everything that she had programmed Mindy to do – but she knew that whatever it was, she would obey.

She looked around, feeling dazed, and noticed that the waiter was approaching. Still panting her arousal, she desperately tried to collect herself. She sat up straight from the slouched, relaxed position that she had been in, and tried to quell the intense arousal that was making it so hard for her to breath, let alone speak.

Mindy's face burned and her blush deepened when the waiter arrived and served each of them an appetizer. Could he see her nipples jutting shamelessly through her bra and dress? Had he noticed the erotic flush that had covered her body? Did he know how utterly helpless and entranced she had been just seconds earlier?

When the waiter placed her plate in front of her, Mindy said, "Thank you," and the words came out a bit louder than she had intended. Had he noticed? Could he smell her arousal? Could he feel the erotic tension that filled the booth?

If he could, he showed no sign of it. Sandy, once again, seemed to take on a new level of energy when he served her, and Mistress remained completely calm the entire time. Just as the waiter was about to leave, Mistress spoke to him.

"Our candle went out, would you mind relighting it?"

"Of course, Dr. Chambers."

He pulled a lighter from his pocket and quickly relit the candle.

Mindy's eyes immediately went to the new flame, as it flickered back ... and forth ... and back ... and forth...

The throbbing in her nipples increased as she became vaguely aware of what had just happened: the waiter had just helped place her back in trance without even realizing he had done it. Did he notice the suddenly vacant look in her eyes? Had he seen her eyes lock onto the candle, allowing it to hypnotize her?

Mindy couldn't determine the answers to these questions, because she had no way to look at the waiter. Her eyes were trapped by the powerful, hypnotic flame. She had just been utterly and helplessly hypnotized in front of the waiter, and there was nothing she could do about it. The flame enraptured her, overwhelming any fears that she might have about exposing her vulnerability.

She stared at the flame for some time, sinking deeper as it flickered back ... and forth ... and back ... and forth...

Her mind slipped, once again, into a deep hypnotic haze. Mistress was speaking again, but there was no reason to think about what she said. Mistress's commands would control her, her own thoughts about those commands were unnecessary.

Even the flame had faded from her awareness – all that mattered now was her own helplessness, and her Mistress's will. She drifted, and let the trance take her. She surrendered. She obeyed.

Mindy felt as if she were floating. She was vaguely aware of eating – her appetizer most likely. Then, she sensed movement, perhaps her own. Yes, she was walking. Somewhere. It didn't matter where. There was a door opening and closing, and her skin felt exposed. Hands were touching her, softly, lovingly. These sensations vanished, and the door opened and closed again. She walked again. Or was she merely floating? It was so hard to tell. It was so unimportant to know.

Mindy looked up and saw her Mistress, but she was far away now. Those deep, hypnotic eyes were still visible, but Mindy yearned to be closer to them. In the deep haze of her mind she was able to make out Mistress raising one hand, and gesturing as though she were snapping – although she was too far away for Mindy to hear.

Mindy's awareness suddenly came racing back to her. She was walking, although her sudden freedom from trance nearly caused her to topple over, as did the weakness in her knees as another wave of arousal spread over her entire body.

Mindy glanced around, trying to make sense of what had just happened – what she had been doing, and what she should do now. Sandy was just in front of her, holding her hand, guiding her through the restaurant. Sandy's eyes betrayed just how deep in trance she was herself, yet she seemed to be responsible for making sure that Mindy was able to move through the space while hypnotized.

Mindy also became suddenly, frightfully aware that she was no longer wearing a bra! She was slowly realizing that Sandy had just taken her to the bathroom, helped her pull down her dress, and remove the undergarment. The pulsing arousal in her nipples was now clearly visible to anyone that looked at her chest as the rock hard buds pressed directly against the fabric of her dress.

And people were looking at her. Were they staring at the lustful young woman who had just been stripped in the bathroom by her hypnotized friend and erstwhile lover? Or were they simply glancing towards the young woman who had just nearly fallen over? Were they staring at her with intense leers, wishing they had followed her and Sandy to the bathroom where they could command the two girls and try to steal them away from Mistress? Or were they simply concerned that she might have fallen? Did they now quickly avert their eyes because they were embarrassed by her wanton, needful look? Or were they looking away to try to save her from embarrassment following what they thought was mere clumsiness?

These thoughts almost caused her to whimper with the need that was now claiming her sex. She was grateful that she had been allowed to keep her panties, otherwise she feared that her juices might be dripping from underneath the hem of her dress.

Though she was no longer hypnotized, she was still grateful for Sandy's help in guiding her back to Mistress's table. The deep arousal that she felt, as well as the sense of disorientation, made it rather difficult for her to walk, and a great deal of her concentration was consumed with keeping herself under control, lest she let a lustful moan escape her lips.

When they arrived back at the table Mindy sat down first. Sandy withdrew Mindy's bra from her purse, and discreetly handed it to Mistress, who quickly slipped it into her own purse. Sandy then sat down, so that now Mindy sat in the middle, trapped between her friend and Mistress. Their salads had arrived, and Mindy reached for her fork with shaky hands. Mistress looked at her with a hint of amusement on her face and allowed her to eat in silence for while. When Mindy was just about done with her food, Mistress finally spoke.

"How did you like that?"

"I ... I don't know ... people were looking ... I was so ... I am so ... my god this is hot!"

"Well then you should enjoy what I have planned next."

Mindy looked at Mistress with wide eyes. What more could she do? Would Mistress allow things to escalate to a point where the ambiguity was gone? Would she make Mindy act in an openly erotic, sexual manner for the other guests?

She didn't have long to contemplate these questions, though, as Mistress whispered to her: "Look at the candle again, Mindy."

Mindy couldn't help herself – her eyes went straight to the candle and instantly, she was trapped, and falling, once again, into a deep state of hypnosis.

The candle quickly sucked away her will to resist, if any will to resist even existed. Mindy knew that Mistress might make her do more things to embarrass herself. She knew that she would have no power to stop Mistress from putting her in overwhelming situations that she could not even fathom at this point. Still, she stared at the candle as it flickered back ... and forth ... and back ... and forth...

The candle drew her down into hypnosis ... forcing her to obey ... opening her to Mistress's commands ... to whatever challenges and humiliations Mistress might have in mind ... Mindy couldn't resist ... she could only feel the arousal burning through her ... and stare at the candle ... as it flickered back ... and forth ... and back ... and forth...

Mindy continued to stare at the candle and let Mistress's commands enter her mind once again. She was moving again, although she never left her seat – she was just shifting, pulling at something. She became aware of the sensation of the seat being in direct contact with the back of her legs and bottom and ... her sex. The feeling of the soft velvet caused her sex to leak even more than it already had.

Mindy's mouth had fallen open, and now she felt something being placed within it. Then hands closed her mouth. She drifted like this for some time, feeling cool air on her sex, and the soft, enticing velvet beneath it. The arousal that was coursing through her was becoming unbearable, and the feeling of the soft fabric of her dress rubbing directly against her nipples only spurred her on more. She could feel her body starting to softly, slightly writhe of its own accord as the arousal became more and more intense.

Snap!

Mindy blinked twice before realization caused her eyes to fly wide open. There was a wad of fabric in her mouth, and from the unmistakable taste of sex that saturated it, she knew that it could only be one thing: her own panties. She looked down to see that her dress was pulled up to her waist, leaving her dripping sex completely exposed. The long table cloth hid her from the other diners, but nevertheless, she felt an overwhelming sense of exposure that caused a slight moan to escape her throat, only to be muffled by the panties that were in her mouth.

Mindy looked back up and was horror stricken to see the waiter just a few steps away from the table, bearing a tray with their entrees. She had no time to remove the panties without him seeing them. She would have to keep them there while he served them!

She did her best to control her body, to keep the shuddering arousal from being too obvious. Though she managed to prevent herself from the slight undulating that had claimed her earlier, she still felt completely open to the waiter, as he was just a few feet away from her completely exposed sex, and her nipples were brazenly on display through her dress.

He served each of them their food. Both Sandy and Mistress offered a warm "Thank you," but Mindy could only look at him and give a warm smile. She hoped that the presence of something in her mouth wasn't as obvious as it felt to her that it must be.

The waiter stepped back and asked them, "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

Mistress made a point of looking in Mindy's direction, which caused the waiter to do the same. It felt like he stared at her for an eternity before Mistress, with a wry grin, came to her rescue.

"No, thank you, I think we have everything we need."

The waiter finally, thankfully, left. Mistress turned her attention to Sandy and said, "Sandy, I think Mindy here would like something stimulating while she eats her meal."

Mindy suddenly felt Sandy's hand slide under the table and begin to stroke and fondle Mindy's exposed sex. This sent waves of ecstasy rocketing through her body, and try as she might, she couldn't help but let a small moan escape her lips that not even the panties in her mouth could completely muffle. Mindy grabbed the edge of the table with both of her hands and closed her eyes as she desperately fought back the orgasm that was threatening to reduce her to a screaming, quivering mess right in the middle of the dining room. She was briefly thankful for the panties wedged into her mouth, as they gave her something to bite down on as the erotic energy coursed through her.

"Mindy, you don't want to cause a scene, now, do you?" Mistress asked. "Why don't you spit out your panties and start eating?"

With that, Mistress extended her hand in front of Mindy's mouth, and the distraught young woman spit them out as discreetly as possible into Mistress's hand. As soon as they left her mouth she began to pant with her arousal, fearful that someone might notice, but unable to control herself. Mistress, meanwhile, placed the panties in her purse with the bra before whispering to Mindy, "Why don't you start eating?"

With hands shaking so violently that she could barely keep any food on her fork, Mindy began forcing herself to eat. Meanwhile, Sandy continued to stimulate her sex, driving her wild with lust and arousal.