Chapter 7: Another Subject

Moments after Eve had gotten herself cleaned up, a light rain began to fall, spattering the windshield. Just over the patter of the drops, the two women heard voices. Looking towards the apartment complex, Eve saw the front door open and three young women walked out: Shirley, Mila, and Casey. Mindy was mysteriously absent.

"Hmmm" Mistress thought, "perhaps I can move things a bit faster than I had planned."

Once the three women had gotten into their cars and pulled away, Mistress Catherine got out of her car and walked back towards the building, paying no heed to the light drizzle.

Eve exited the car as well. Still reeling from her Mistress's denial of her orgasm, she struggled to move on shaky, unresponsive legs. It was a testament to her control – a control born of many tests at the hands of her Mistress – that she was able to move without slipping and allowing the orgasm that she so desperately wanted to escape. But she held back, knowing that if she didn't her Mistress would punish her – and that if she did she would most likely (though not certainly) be rewarded.

Her Mistress had walked quite a ways in front of her, not waiting for her slave to catch up. Fighting to control her ragged breathing, Eve quickened her pace and caught up to her Mistress just as she entered Sandy's building.

Inside, the hallway was well lit, quite a contrast to the dull, rain filtered light outside. Sandy's apartment was on the second floor, so they headed towards the stairwell. The stairwell was just around a turn in the hallway. As they neared this turn, Eve could hear footsteps descending. It was most likely Mindy. Mistress seemed to think the same thing, and decided to wait just behind the turn that led to the stairs as the sound of steps reached the first floor and made its way through the hallway. Just a few moments later, the owner of those steps came around the corner – and jumped and gasped in surprise.

"Hello again, Mindy." Mistress said, letting a warm smile spread across her face. Eve just marveled at her Mistress's control. She had most likely been planning to encounter Mindy in Sandy's apartment, but didn't so much as hesitate to adjust her plans now that they had met in the hallway.

Mindy just looked up at Mistress, utterly dumbfounded. Mistress did nothing to break the confusion or the awkwardness, she simply looked back at Mindy, fixing her with her eyes. Eve noticed that Mindy's face was flushed, and her nipples were jutting through her shirt. This girl was clearly, visibly turned on. But, Eve noted, her body couldn't have reacted that fast to seeing Mistress in the hallway. She had been turned on before she ever came down those stairs. Eve suspected that she had probably been turned on since the show had begun quite a while before, and that this erotic energy had never left her, but something had definitely gotten her blood flowing before she left Sandy's apartment. Now, Eve knew, that energy would help Mistress to entrance her.

After several moments, Mindy somehow managed to blurt out, "Wh-What... ? I don't ... H-how... ?"

Again, Mistress Catherine said nothing.

Still not moving, Mindy's thoughts died faster than they could enter her mind. Mistress still hadn't said anything to her since her initial greeting, so Mindy's mind was still her own at this point, which was the only reason, Eve knew, that she was able to look away from Mistress. Mindy simply cast her eyes on the floor, making her look meek and a little bit girlish – as though she'd been caught doing something naughty and was about to be sent to bed without any supper.

Mistress reached out and took Mindy's chin in her hand, turning her flushed, bashful face towards her own. As their eyes locked again, Mistress finally spoke.

"You wanted to be hypnotized tonight, didn't you?"

Mindy's breath was speeding up noticeably. With only a brief moment of hesitation she answered, "Yes, Mistress."

Wow, Eve thought – she hasn't even been hypnotized and she's already using the term "Mistress." This one would be far too easy.

Mistress continued: "You were turned on by everything you saw, weren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"When you watched Penny and Sandy yearning for release, you felt that yearning, too, didn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"But you didn't get that release. You weren't hypnotized. You didn't have their excuse – if you had masturbated the other girls would have thought you were perverted. They would have thought you were weird. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"But you wanted to masturbate, didn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You were going to masturbate when you got home, weren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And when you masturbated, you would think about what happened tonight, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Especially about ... Sandy!"

Mindy gasped, but still, eventually, responded, "Yes, Mistress."

Eve watched all of this enraptured. Her heart was pounding – it was so erotic to watch her Mistress dominate a woman like this. Mindy wasn't even in a trance, but she was revealing things about herself that she had probably never shared with anyone. Just Mistress's presence had bent her will, and Eve felt all of this between her legs. She continued to watch what was transpiring in front of her, but a part of her mind had to remain focused on keeping her own pleasure at bay, lest it sneak up on her and escape without her Mistress's permission.

Mistress continued to cast her spell over Mindy.

"Yes, you wanted to be the one hypnotized up there with Sandy. You wanted to be the one locked in her embrace while you came."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Look into my eyes, Mindy. Look deep into my eyes."

Mindy did as she was instructed. Mistress continued to simply gaze down at her subject. She had done nothing to begin a proper induction – Mindy's mind was still her own, yet she stared at Mistress with wide eyes, her mouth hanging slightly open.

"Now Mindy, I will give you a choice. As you look into my eyes, you have two options. The first, is that you can turn your eyes from mine, continue down that hallway, and go home to masturbate, as you planned."

Mistress waited for a moment, Eve knew, to let the unfulfilling reality of that option to sink into Mindy's confused, racing mind.

"Or," Mistress continued, "you can keep looking into my eyes and fall into a trance. It is that simple. You can leave and masturbate while imagining what you've wanted all night, or you can look into my eyes and have what you wanted all along."