The boss said she arranged some interesting entertainment for the annual company dinner, and she was correct. She said it would be a night that some would not forget and that some would never remember, and she would be eventually proved correct, too. We didn’t understand, until she looked to the side and said “That’s because I would like to introduce our entertainment for this evening, master hypnotist Tanith Trance, Mistress of Mesmerism.”

A tall woman swept grandly into view, poise and charisma evident with her every movement. She was dressed in a flowing pearlescent white gown that hugged her generous bosom like a second skin but fell in flowing waves past her waist, something that dramatically added to her stateliness and presence. Her elegantly coiffured auburn hair shone with reddish highlights in the light, and her dangling pearl earrings accentuated her ensemble. But her face was her most impressive asset: she possessed a striking appearance that could only be called handsome instead of beautiful, but it was also an impressive appearance that would never show any hint of age. And her eyes, a deep grey, piercing and direct. Her initial impression was that of nobility if not a queen, and she used that impression to begin her act.

Mistress Trance, to use the name she used to introduce herself, started by dispelling some common misconceptions about hypnosis. “The most important point,” she said in conclusion, “is that hypnosis won’t make anyone do anything they didn’t truly want to do.”

Her exquisite voice complimented her presence: low in tone and slowly but dramatically paced, with just the slightest hint of some exotic accent, Russian, I thought. It was wonderfully rich and incredibly soothing.

“However,” she continued, giving us a conspiratorial grin and wink, “stage hypnosis is all about having fun, and who wouldn’t want to have fun?

“I can promise anyone who joins me on stage a fun time tonight, and all you have to do is let me do the driving while you simply go along for the ride.”

She laughed softly. “And, if you’re good,” she added with another conspiratorial wink, “I might even let you remember it.”

With that, she started testing the audience: to get the “good ones” she said, the “most cooperative subjects.” By this time, her voice and her presence had put just about everyone under her seductive influence, so the entire audience cooperated with her, including me.

I went along with the first tests, but she said the next tests would be the real test of whether we would make good selections. She had us close our eyes and imagine balloons tied to our left arms and heavy weights on our right: she repeated the instructions over and over, then had us open our eyes. I was surprised to discover that my one arm was almost stretched straight up while my other arm was down somewhere between my legs, and I couldn’t move them. And I wasn’t the only one, but it seemed my reaction was the most extreme.

Then she had us imagine our hands were powerful magnets, pulling our hands together: she repeated her instructions several times in her resonant voice that seemed to reach inside my mind and echo throughout my thoughts. I soon discovered that for all that I couldn’t move them just a moment ago, now I couldn’t stop them from moving. They quickly came together, left wrist over right, and no amount of pulling could separate them.

Nor was I the only person so affected: out of the corner of my eyes I could see most of the people sitting with me in the second row having similar reactions, as were the people in front of me. From the whispers and mutterings behind me, I estimated that most of the audience was sharing the same experience. One person, especially caught my eye, because I had been covertly eying her all evening.

Like most of us, Cassie, the beautiful, bountiful blonde from Accounting, was struggling to pull her hands apart, but she appeared to be the most expressive one. When Mistress Trance called to her, she glanced up at the hypnotist; in that one glance, she appeared to pause her struggles, and that was when Mistress Trance took control. “Come to me, my darling,” said the hypnotist, motioning toward Cassie with a beaconing gesture.

For all that her eyes never lost their wide eyed deer in the headlights stare, Cassie’s exasperated expression became soft and relaxed. She rose from her chair so slowly that she seemed to merely float. The whole audience went silent as we watched her walk slowly up to Mistress Trance, who tapped her still outstretched arms with a single finger, saying “relax and sleep!” Cassie’s arms dropped to her sides and her head dropped down to her chest: it looked as if she would collapse all the way except for Mistress Trance’s finger to her forehead, supporting her. Mistress Trance whispered something into Cassie’s ear, and then she led the entranced girl to a chair and told her to sit. Cassie did as she was told, sinking slowly onto the chair, her arms hanging loosely and her head leaning on her shoulder.

Then, apparently to show that she showed no sexual prejudices, she summoned one of guys from the IT department, who seemed like he was already entranced before he took a single step in response to Mistress Trance’s summons. He slowly lurched toward the stage, arms outstretched, looking for all the world like a bald Frankenstein’s Monster, and he quickly was entranced and placed in a chair next to Cassie.

Looking over the audience, she invited anyone else who responded well to her tests to join her on stage. Within a short time, she had several volunteers, who either languidly or excitedly approached and were quickly entranced, one by one, by this spellbinding sorceress with a simple gesture before their eyes or a snap of her fingers combined with a soft word spoken into their ears. I was so distracted by the sight that I completely forgot my arms were still frozen in position. But she obviously noticed.

“It seems we have one more member of the audience who would like to join us,” she said, and I turned my head to see her pointing in my direction.

“Come, join us,” she said with an amused lilt to her voice as she beaconed to me. To me, out of all the people in the room.

I looked in shock at her bejeweled beaconing hand, then my wide eyes traveled up her arm to meet her eyes, and my mind went momentarily blank: her eyes, her voice compelled, commanded my attention, my cooperation, my obedience. Of course I wanted to join them, join her on stage, to be with her, to obey her: in my enthralled state, it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

She brought her hand in line between our eyes and beaconed again. She didn’t have to say another word: my body responded automatically as my mind was enthralled by the hypnotic spell of her eyes. My body floated up out of my chair, feeling distant and numb, just as my mind, feeling distracted and drifting, floated up and away into her mesmerizing eyes, taking with it any thoughts of resisting, leaving no thoughts at all.

The seven steps to the stage took forever and no time at all: between one moment and the next, the only thought I that occurred to me was the brief thought of how deep her eyes seemed, how compelling. Then she took a gentle hold of my outstretched hands and escorted me before an empty seat on the stage: she smiled curiously at me, not smugly, but almost tenderly, or so it seemed: all the while my eyes never left hers, nor did I think they ever could.

When she had me positioned, she lifted my hands up level with my shoulder. This close, her exotic, erotic perfume distracted me even further. “Tell me, what’s your name?” she asked, the compelling tone in her voice demanding a response.

“Uh, Mike,” I stammered without hesitation.

“Mike, you are now going to be hypnotized,” she stated with a knowing smile.

“I am?”

In my sudden moment of confusion, she suddenly dropped my hands as she snapped her fingers and said “sleep!”My last memory was seeing her inviting breasts rush up toward me and me dreamily thinking how wonderful it would be to rest my sleepy head against them, but I couldn’t remember ever getting there.

It sounds clich�-ish, but the next thing I remembered was opening my eyes and seeing everyone in the audience applauding as Mistress Trance was taking a grand bow. We volunteers stumbled off the stage: I was still feeling woozy, and apparently I wasn’t the only one. Myself, I headed back through the cheering crowd toward the exit. I passed one of the tech geeks showing people the pictures he took of the volunteers on stage on his cell phone. I could hear them laughing as I passed by: one of them called for me to see them, but I only shook my head. I had a more pressing need.

I wandered out to the lobby, looking for the restroom. Its not that I felt the urges, but my mouth was dry and I remembered that I usually found a drinking fountain nearby. That’s where I encountered Mistress Trance emerging from the ladies’ restroom.

She noticed me immediately. “So, Mike,” she asked me in her deliciously accented drawl, raising an inquiring eyebrow, “how did you like your time on stage? Did you like being ... hypnotized?”

The word ‛hypnotized’ sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine, and made me remember how deep her eyes seemed earlier, how hypnotic they were then, how hypnotic they were now. I was fascinated by her eyes, entranced again.

“I don’t remember anything ...” I was barely able to whisper.

“But you were so good, you should remember.” Her presence was so overwhelming that I offered no resistance when she took my hands in hers and began drawing little circles on the back of my hands with her thumbs. “Perhaps all you need is a little reminder.

“Say, something like the words ...”

I was so sure that she was about to say the phrase “go to sleep”, that she was about to send me into deepest trance, and that I was so entranced by her still that I so wanted her to say that word. So I was surprised when I heard the words she actually said.

“... ‛exotic dancer’?”

I knew then exactly what the the people had been laughing at when looking at the show pictures.

At her command, every guy on stage, including me, stood and started dancing, dancing like we were all female exotic dancers, strippers, with the sole purpose of turning on the audience. The illusion was complete: I remember running my hands across my chest and I feeling the breasts there.

“Yes, you remember now, excellent. You were a very, very good subject: have you been hypnotized before?”

I found the answers coming out even before my fuzzy mind could try to resist. “My ex girlfriend was a dental assistant and she learned hypnosis to work with her patients and she practiced on me and ...”

“Hush,” she said, silencing me immediately. “I think I know what comes next. It was very pleasant, no?”

“Yes,” I said, “it was.”

“And since then, have you ever been hypnotized? Until tonight, that is.”

“No.”

“A pity.”

Mistress Trance looked me over carefully, smiling enigmatically. “I see that you are still feeling the after effects of your deep trance. That will never do. Who knows what terrible things a devious hypnotist might make you do, while you are so open to suggestions? No, I shall have to do something about that.

“Now, look into my eyes,” she said, staring deeply into my eyes. It was like falling into clouds, like I was floating again, staring into depths of her fascinating grey eyes. She didn’t say a word but she didn’t have to, because my every thought and memory floated away, floated away into her eyes.

The next thing I remember was that I was sitting on the sofa in someone’s hotel room. Mistress Trance’s room, apparently, because she was sitting at the desk across from me. Her head raised and she saw me in the mirror above the desk.

“I see that you are awake, my darling.”

I wanted to respond, but I was interrupted by a slow knocking at the door. Mistress Trance looked over in that direction, then turned her gaze to me. “Ah, that would be my other guest for this evening. Would you open the door?”

I rose and walked over and opened the door. Standing in the doorway was Cassie, with a blank expression on her face.

“Come in, my darling,” said Mistress Trance. “Come in, come in.”

I stepped aside to let Cassie slowly enter. I only stared as she walked in the room, unaware of my presence, completely oblivious to everything else except Mistress Trance.

“She was such a good subject, tonight, too,” said Mistress Trance, approaching her entranced guest. With a gentle touch, she guided Cassie’s gaze to look directly into her eyes. “Now, my lovely darling, tell me your name.”

“Cassiopeia Shaw.”

That was a surprise: no one, not even the Human Resources people, knew Cassie’s full first name. She kept it a close secret, seemingly embarrassed by it, and to blithely tell it to a stranger was impossible. Except now.

“And you are under my hypnotic spell, are you not?”

“I am under your hypnotic spell.”

To tell the truth, at that moment, I felt like I was under the same spell, not nearly as entranced as Cassie. And incredibly aroused.

“And what is your full name, Mike?” she said, directing those entrancing eyes in my direction.

“Michael Carpenter.” I said my name in the same mindless drone as Cassie.

“Now, sit, sit down, both of you,” she commanded, waving her hand imperiously toward the sofa, and Cassie, mindless, and I, almost near that state, complied.

“Michael, do you know that you are also hypnotized? Deeply hypnotized?”

It made a lot of sense: in fact, it explained everything that happened since I met Mistress Trance.

“You are such a good subject that you think that you are awake but in fact you are still deeply hypnotized. You respond to my every suggestion, obey my every command.

“And now I shall place lovely Cassiopeia here into this same state.”

Mistress Trance leaned over and whispered into Cassie’s ear. Then she straightened and said “Now, Cassiopeia, open your eyes, fully alert, fully conscious, and still deeply hypnotized: 1 ... 2 ... 3!”

As Mistress Trance snapped her fingers, Cassie’s eyes opened wide. She looked around, first seeing Mistress Trance before her, and then me beside her. “What, what’s going on?”

“What is going on, my dear Cassiopeia? You were such a good subject for my show tonight that I invited you to come to my room for a private show.

“And we are going to have so much fun tonight together.”

Cassie tried to stand, but it seemed her arms and legs were rebelling against her brain. She tried to protest, but while her mouth moved, no sounds came out.

“Trying to escape is useless: you are under my hypnotic power. And to prove it, I need only say the word ‛stiff’.”

With that word, Cassie’s left arm, which had been so impossible for her to move before, floated gently into the air before her wide eyes, stretching out directly before her, then freezing into position. What was surprising was that my arm was doing the same thing, a fact that caused Mistress Trance to raise an amused eyebrow in response.

A simple gesture from Mistress Trance caused our arms to return, limp and heavy, to our laps. “You see, my darling subjects, my hypnotic power over you is complete.

“Through that power, tonight we are going to experience such pleasures as you have never experienced. Pleasures beyond your imagination. Pleasures ... all made possible through hypnosis.

“Now I am going to change into something more suitable for tonight’s festivities. But let me leave you a little something to keep you occupied.”

She pointed to the big screen television behind her, and with a dramatic flair, much like she was wielding a magic wand, pressed the button on the remote. The screen flickered on, showing a picture of Mistress Trance. Another touch of the remote and the image came to vivid life.

“Now watch the television, my darling subjects,” said Mistress Trance, lovingly caressing our cheeks and directing our gaze toward the screen. “Watch and obey.”

Mistress Trance disappeared from our sight but it didn’t matter, because the image of her on the screen now captivated our gaze. On the screen, she was lying on a satin covered bed, wearing only a loose robe. Her platinum hair flowed down over her breasts, partially obscuring them.

“You will obey Mistress Trance. You are aroused by Mistress Trance. You will satisfy Mistress Trance.” With each statement, she stroked her full breasts with her left hand: I found them impossible to look away from. What Cassie was focused on I couldn’t say but her sudden ragged breathing told me it was also something quite erotic.

I don’t know which of us first started repeating what the captivating image was saying, me or Cassie, but I soon realized we both were repeating the same three phrases over and over. “I will obey Mistress Trance. I am aroused by Mistress Trance. I will satisfy Mistress Trance.” And me completely aroused, as, I expect, was Cassie.

Nor did I know how long were repeating those words, only that suddenly the television screen was dark and Mistress Trance was standing before us in person. She was wearing only a robe even more revealing than the one on the screen, revealing a body that would have any runway model envious.

Mistress Trance reached down and touched us each on the forehead. “Now my darlings, my subjects, you may move as you desire.”

Cassie immediately got down on her knees before Mistress Trance and said “How may I please you, Mistress?”

It seemed the most proper thing to do: I did the same without a moment’s hesitation.

“Take off your clothes, both of you: slowly, no need to rush. We have all night.”

If she hadn’t told us not to rush, we would have torn our clothes off at that moment, but instead we calmly stripped down, and, at Mistress Trance’s direction, laid them neatly on the couch. Cassie, I discovered, glancing at her a couple of times, needed little support for those lovely breasts. Plus I caught her glancing in my direction and blushing at the sight of my more than fully aroused member.

“Now stand before me, my darlings.”

Cassie and I stood fully erect before her, including my member and her nipples. Mistress Trance examined us, pleased with what she saw. “Excellent, excellent. Such wonderful bodies at my command. This will definitely be night to remember. A night for me to remember.

“And I may let you remember it, too.”

Mistress Trance laid down on the bed and instructed Cassie to get into position between her legs. Once in position, Mistress Trance folded her legs across Cassie’s back. Then she looked back at me.

“Now, what am I going to do with you, Michael? Normally I much prefer a woman’s touch and a woman’s tongue in all the right places, and there isn’t room for you down there.

“So what would you like to do? How do you wish to please your Mistress?”

There was only one thought in my mind to answer her. “Please let me stroke your breasts, Mistress.”

“Mmmmmm ... that would be wonderful, Michael. You love women’s breasts, don’t you?”

“I love women’s breasts, Mistress.”

Mistress Trance directed me to lay down next to her. I reached out to take her nearest breast in my hand, but she stopped me.

“Slowly, slowly,” she directed. “My breasts are treasures, you must worship them. Delicately.”

I stroked her breast with a feather light touch, feeling underneath, feeling its full, heavy weight. I moved my hand to her nipple, stroking circularly around and around, seeing the nipple enlarge and stiffen.

“May I kiss your breast, Mistress?”

“You may, my darling.”

I leaned over and proceeded to kiss her breast as I continued to stroke it, covering it with soft kisses.

Mistress Trance responded with a gentle sigh. “You may suck on my nipple, Michael,” she said.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I put my lips around her nipple and sucked and sucked.

She put her hand on my head and stroked through my hair. “You are doing so well, my darlings. So .... soooooo .... ooooohhhhhh!!!!”

That was the first of many orgasms we gifted Mistress Trance with that evening: then, only when her seemingly insatiable appetite was satisfied, she let us enjoy the same pleasures with each other, as she provided suggestions and recommendations we wholeheartedly accepted. I was especially pleased that she allowed Cassie to bring me to orgasm by having her breasts massage my member. I also discovered that Cassie also loved to have her breasts worshiped, a tribute I was more than happy to supply.

But unfortunately it had to end. While Cassie and I discovered hypnotically induced wells of strength and stamina this night, even those had their limits. It was sometime in the early morning that Mistress Trance awakened us from our deep trances and told us to get ready to leave.

Cassie and I showered together: by this time, Cassie and I had lost whatever modesty with each other we formerly possessed, and I readily accepted her not very hesitant invitation to join her. It was rather a sweet moment, one that could have been extremely erotic, except the situation was so extraordinarily tame after what we just experienced, so instead we soaped each other down and cuddled amidst the slippery bubbles as we washed each other’s back from the front. The feeling of Cassie’s breasts smoothly rubbing against my chest was glorious.

When we emerged from the bathroom, bodies washed and rinsed and naked, we saw Mistress Trance awaiting us. She made an elegant gesture with her hand toward us and said “Sleep my lovely darlings” and suddenly our minds were likewise. My eyes drifted shut though I desperately wanted one more glance at the lovely hypnotist.

There was a moment of blankness, then I could feel her presence, close by, circling us: I recognized the faint perfume that surrounded her. I could feel her breathe as she spoke to us: “I am very pleased with my lovely darlings. You were so good performing on stage tonight, and even better performing for me. Therefore I am going to give you both a reward.

Another moment of blankness, then her voice came from directly in front of us.

“Now open your eyes, my lovely darlings.

“Lovely Cassiopeia, lovely Michael, you will forget, forget, forget everything of this night, forget.” With each phrase, her hands made gentle passes before our eyes: it was like feeling her hands wiping away memories in my mind. “I have commanded it and your minds will obey, are obeying, have already obeyed.

“But, when the time is right, you may remember again.”

“And when will the time be right? Look deep into my eyes and I will tell you.”

The party was the talk of the office the following Monday and pictures of everyone’s antics on stage were posted on the company bulletin board. I had several people laugh and clap me on the back and ask me about my performance but I could only say that I couldn’t remember anything of that night.

That evening, I worked late: somehow I found something that I had messed up earlier in the day and had to fix before leaving. The rest of the office was vacant when I finally made it to the lobby and pushed the button to summon the elevator. As I was waiting, Cassie walked in. We nodded to each other, then entered the elevator when it opened.

When the door closed, Cassie glanced in my direction and suddenly blushed. I knew that I was also furiously blushing, too, and wondering why. Then images flooded my mind: me, kneeling at the feet of Mistress Trance, naked and glorious before me, with Cassie kneeling at my side. The three of us in positions I couldn’t possibly have ever known. And ecstasy: pleasure beyond anything I could ever imagine.

And somehow, I knew Cassie was remembering the same images.

Cassie looked at me, still blushing brightly. Then she blinked and looked at me now with a strange calculating stare. Her hands opened her blouse to reveal her bountiful breasts as she said in a firm tone “You are under my hypnotic spell.”

The sight of those beautiful breasts entranced me. I discovered I was softly saying “I am under your hypnotic spell.”

“You will obey Mistress Cassiopeia. You are aroused by Mistress Cassiopeia. You will satisfy Mistress Cassiopeia.”

“I will obey Mistress Cassiopeia. I am aroused by Mistress Cassiopeia. I will satisfy Mistress Cassiopeia.”

“Now, my darling subject, we will go to my apartment, where you will please me in every way I desire.”

And I did.

And I do to this day. A sweet little office romance to everyone except for the two of us, a committed hypnotic relationship for us. All thanks to Mistress Trance.