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While Master’s Away By Limewah Subscriber Reward for KyleWtB 18+ Featuring Pfex and Psyfly’s characters

The comfortable quiet of parallel play was well-settled over the living room. Honkers was closed for renovations for a few days, which left the staff with a yawning chasm of free, paid time off.

All of them had some ‘catching up’ to do; some neglected hobbies or errands they wanted to run.

A bunch of the other girls had headed out of town for a little overnight ‘road trip’ of sorts, which left the massive communal house they lived in empty save for three.

The quiet made it much easier for those three to get stuck into more mindful tasks.

All of them were dressed down, though their baggy comfortable clothes didn’t hide their shapely figures, and they were all barefoot.

Jess, a dark-skinned woman with a puff of curly red hair, was lying sideways in a big plush loveseat, her head resting on one of the head-rests and her legs up and over the other one. She was leaving through a book; its cover was painted with a vaguely synthetic-looking man in a passionate embrace with a purple-skinned woman. Judging by the briskness with which she turned the pages, this romance novel was a pretty light read. Her feet were tracing an invisible scribble in the air, rolling back and forth.

Triss, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed bombshell, was playing a game on the big screen tv, her body splayed in an awkward position - her legs were up over the couch, and she was looking at the screen upside down. It was a brightly coloured puzzle game, blocks and shapes exploding into pleasing sparkles to the gentle beat of some low-key house music. Exactly the kind of game that one could zone out and lose hours to. Triss probably would. If anyone looked close enough, they might notice a particularly thick glaze in her eyes, her mind totally focused on the game.

As for Amber, she was in a corner, sort of taking everything in, but also floating in a cloud of her own thoughts. Her hair and skin were both about the same colour, a shade of milk chocolate.

Amber had been working on a crossword - but the last 5 minutes had been taken up by her mind wandering every which way. copped that she’d been spinning a pencil through her fingers for the last five solid minutes. Her mind had been wandering, and her body was trying to send her a message. To find something else to focus on.

There was a little eraser stuck onto the end of it, one of those gummy novelty ones that probably would only smear rather than erase. But it had a cute little monochrome spiral on it.

Where did she find it? It didn’t matter. It had been an instant purchase. Anything that reminded her of one of her favourite states of mind, something she associated with Master… she couldn’t resist.

She’d used it as a focal point before - at least, on herself. Just for a little bit of clandestine self-hypnosis to put herself into a flow state before digging into some mind-numbing paperwork.

It definitely made the job easier…

And it was also hot as hell. She had to excuse herself for a quick break after finishing that job, fingering herself feverishly…

Just thinking about it made her feel a little bit warm again.

But the proverbial pendulum of submission and dominance was swinging the other way.

Her gaze alighted on the other two. Her free-floating thoughts funneled into absolute focus.

Amber was going to melt their fucking brains.

Jess and Triss were particularly fun to hypnotise, because of their absolute refusal to believe in hypnosis. It made the looks on their faces when they went under absolutely delicious. It wouldn’t last long though - they never remembered a second of the time they spent in trance.

Their lack of belief in hypnosis - and their hypnotizability - was always un-shaken. It made teasing them in their hypnopompic post-trance state an absolute delight.

Even if they were shown photos or videos of themselves with dazed, spiral-eyed expressions, servicing Master and professing their intense love, Jess and Triss would find some way to square that circle. They didn’t even consider if their love and adoration for Master had been caused by that brainwashing.

It wasn’t an issue for Master; he enjoyed it.

Just as much as he enjoyed Amber’s enthusiasm for going under. Amber didn’t feel jealous - there was no room for it in her well-sculpted mind.

It’d been a while since he allowed her to trance her co-workers, too.

Master was out today, overseeing the renovations at Honkers. If he was around, there was no chance of her being dominant - not that she’d ever dream of trying to subvert him.

There was absolutely no chance of her doing any hypno-shenanigans without Master knowing, though.

She sent him a quick text.

“Hi Master! How’s it going over there?”

She kept twiddling her pencil, waiting for a response. Her toes fidgeted and wiggled.

He didn’t keep her waiting too long.

“Hi hottie. So slow. It might be a while before we can open again at this rate. Half tempted to hypnotise the contractors to get em working faster.”

“LOL! Speaking of hypnosis… is it ok if I hypnotise Jess and Triss? ????”

“Absolutely babe, go right ahead. Take pics ????”

She giggled involuntarily - louder than she realised.

“Hm?” Jess looked at her from across the room.

“Huh?” Amber looked back.

“Y’ say something?”

“No, no… nothing.”

“Alright.” she shrugged and got back to reading.

The most obvious(and easiest) play was to change the channel. Master had a private channel running on a Plex server, one that had a smorgasbord of spirals playing on constant loop for a quick, easy trancing.

Amber knew the channel by heart. It was a fun tool for trancing cute things. As well as a little bit of self-hypnosis now and again when she needed the time to go by quicker.

She kind of wanted to take her time with it though. Hence her focus on the eraser on her pencil.

As much as the two girls didn’t believe their ability to drop, both of them were very good at following a hypnotic focus.

She thought it might be fun to ‘warm up’ with that little spiral on the eraser. She could challenge herself to put the two other girls into at least a light trance with nothing but that focal point.

“Hey, Jess. How’s the book?”

“It sucks,” Jess said. “But in a fun way. It’s kinda boring right now though, lots of exposition…”

“What if I told you I had something more fun for you to stare at?”

“I’d believe you as long as it wasn’t paint drying.”

Amber stood and made her way along, behind the couch, towards Jess’ chair. She was still waving the pencil idly, like a lazy witch casting a spell. It did catch Triss’ eye, and she grunted as she tried to stare from her position.

“Have a look at this,” Amber teased, brandishing the pencil eraser just between Jess’ eyes.

“Aw, no, you’re gonna try this again?” Jess smirked. “You know how it’s gonna end up.”

“I do,” Amber said with a faint chuckle.

Triss got back to her game, not so interested in watching evidently.

“Humour me, though.” Amber said. “Just keep your eye on the little spiral on the eraser. It’s not going to start spinning. It’s just going to move back and forth, and you’ll keep your eyes on it, okay?”

“Sure.” Jess was still holding onto her book. She hadn’t moved since the eraser was put in front of her face. Just her eyes followed it back and forth, a rocking rhythm with just the barest hint of pace.

Amber just let the trance-focus do the talking.

“Easy to do, right? There’s no way something as silly as this could put you into a trance, is there?”

“Nn-nn.” Jess said. “Not a… chance.”

But she already was starting to slip. The book slipped from her fingers and fell onto the couch.

“Oh, look, your book fell,” Amber said.

“Yeah, I know…”

“Do you wanna pick it up?”

“Not really…” Jess blinked slowly, her head dipping just the faintest amount before her eyes focused again. “I don’t feel like it.”

“No, you don’t.” Amber agreed. “You’d rather follow the little spiral and see how long it takes before you get hypnotised.”

“Not… gonna happen…” Jess sleep-talked. “It’sss not real.”

Amber scoffed. She brought the slow arc of the pencil to a standstill, just between Jess’ now-crossed eyes.

A few seconds of silence passed.

“So… now what…?” Jess murmured. “I think I win…”

“What happens now,” Amber cooed, “Is you keep your eye on the eraser. Just as you have been. Wherever it goes. If it stays still, or sways, or rises, or…”

She dropped the pencil.

“Drops. Down into trance.”

There it was. That half-second moment, just before the full drop into trance, when Jess realised that hypnosis was real, that she was experiencing it… Then it was gone again as she followed the eraser down and fell into trance. She was all slack jaw and half-lidded eyes, slumped heavy shoulders and splayed open legs. She slumped forward, her eyelids drooping closed - if not for Amber reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder, the flexible femme would have folded practically in half.

“There you are, very good. Deeper for me, deeper and deeper… slipping into an obedient trance, a light trance, but one that I can easily deepen with a snap.”

She snapped her fingers again. Jess grunted with pleasure, more of her weight pushing into Amber’s arm.

Triss, meanwhile, squeaked with shock at the sound.

“Did you like that?” Amber asked with a mischievous giggle. “Do you wanna feel it some more?”

“Feel wh…what?” Triss said. The controller slid from her hands and rolled onto the couch. The blocks on her puzzle game were gradually filling the screen.

“M…my high score…” Triss attempted to protest. But Amber was upon her, snap after snap at her sensitive ear, and she wriggled into a fetal position before coming up to kneel, at attention, eyes forward. Another snap, and she pulled her shirt off over her head to reveal the dark bra beneath, holding her breasts into a nice pert shape.

Another snap. Triss began to wriggle out of her sweatpants to reveal the matching pair of panties beneath.

“Why’s… my body doing th…this…?” Triss asked, sounding so adorably confused.

Amber sneered with excitement. “It’s because of your conditioning, silly…”

She took the remote, typing in the combination of numbers and putting her back to the screen before it could ensnare her.

Triss looked at Amber - and yet, also past her. Amber was framed by the glow, a deep shadowy figure with a radiating aura of twisting, mind-melting patterns. Triss slowly crawled off the couch. Jess remained slumped to the side, her eyes closed.

“Hey, Jess, look at this,” Amber said, with the casual tone normally used for showing someone a meme.

Jess opened her eyes, and the instant she saw the spirals her head shot upright. A big smile creased her full lips and she got right on her knees to shuffle forward.

Amber stared down at her conquests with no small amount of satisfaction.

She could see echoes and reflections of the monochrome swirls in Jess and Triss’ eyes. As well as her, staring down at them.

She looked like a goddess. Invincible and gorgeous. She was going to make sure they worshipped every inch of her. But there was still a little more brainwashing to do, more words to weave to strengthen that spell in their plasticine minds.

“Good girls,” she said, savouring the taste of those words. “Very good girls. Sinking nice and deep into trance for me, knowing that the deeper you go, the better it feels, and the more obedient you are when Master gets home, the more fun you’ll have…”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

A dark shape moved in just behind Amber. A familiar cologne reached her nose. A broad hand gripped her, and she was wheeled around 180 degrees.

There was no hope for her looking away - she was practically point blank with the screen, so close she could have fallen in. The siren spirals called to her and her body heeded them.

“Wha… M-Master…?” Amber croaked, her face held gently in place by that familiar hand.

“I decided to come home early,” Master growled, the scruff of his beard rubbing pleasantly against her neck as he murmured into her ear. At that distance, the deep vibrations from his throat made her mind and body shake. And the spirals, their seductive curls, pulled her deeper.

“When you mentioned you wanted to hypnotise the girls, I couldn’t get the idea off my mind. I wanted to come home and see… but it looks like I missed the best part.”

“Sssorry…” Amber gurgled, feeling the warm kiss of drool on the corner of her mouth.

“No need for apologies,” Master said. “Aren’t you happy I’m here?”

His other hand slid down her hip and into her sweatpants.

“Yes M-Masterhhh!”

Amber’sspine curved as Master touched her pussylips, and she bent forward-even closer to the spiral.

“Ah ah, posture…” Master snapped his fingers, and she went upright, eyes forward, but managing to resist the urge to push her face right against the screen, take in all the hypnotic light.

“Good girl,” Master growled. “Nice and deep for me. So easy to sink for me… and you’ll still be deeply asleep, blissfully blank, when I switch this screen… off.”

The TV went silent and dark. Amber sighed and remained perfectly still, that blissful grin still on her face.

Master smiled warmly and gave her a little squeeze before turning his attention to the other two.

As expected, the trance was wearing off - it never lasted long when one of the girls hypnotised the others. He was the only one for whom the conditioning would really stick.

Jess was blinking rapidly, and Triss’ head dipped forward before snapping back up.

“Wh…what happened?” Jess asked. As soon as she saw her Master, she bolted upright. “Oh, hey Master! Must’ve dozed off, when’d you get back?”

“Not too long ago,” Master said, opening his arms wide. “C’mere, you two.”

Jess practically threw herself at Master, heading straight for his right shoulder as he enfolded her in a big, strong arm. Triss took a little longer to get to her feet, stumbling into Master’s left shoulder with a sleepy yawn.

“Missed you…” Triss mumble-yawned. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m so shleepy…”

“I think that’d have something to do with her,” Master said with a chuckle, inclining his head behind him.

Amber was staring at the endless darkness of the TV screen, her wide smiling face faintly reflected in its sheen.

“Hey Amber! You okay?” Jess slipped out of Terry’s hug and stepped around to look her in the eyes. “Earth to Amber! You there?”

Triss joined her, curious, putting a hand on Ambers shoulder and giving it a little shake. Amber’s head bobbed very slightly, but otherwise she remained just where she was, just as Master wanted her.

“She’s faking it, right?” Jess asked.

“She has to be.” Triss nodded along. “Right, Master?”

“No, it’s real. Very real indeed…” Master slipped behind the two of them. His thick hands touched the backs of their necks, and pushed in as if pressing a hidden button.

“Uh-huh…?” Triss said. “But I thought…”

“You don’t need to think.” Master said smoothly. “Just relax.”

“Relax,” Jess agreed sleepily, her surly facade slowly sliding down like condensation creeping down a windowsill. slowly slid down. One of the dozens of trance triggers they had began to kick in. Their spines were like dimmer-switches for their thoughts. And as the fingers traveled down, vertebra by vertebra, the two girl’s heads began to dip.

“Your heads are so heavy… but try to keep them up for me. Even as your thoughts dim down, lower and lower, quieter and quieter, sinking down, down… heads up, now.”

Jess was a little slower than Triss. But Triss’ eyes were fluttering, and her mouth was already salivating.

“Look at Amber,” Master said. “Look at how happy and relaxed and blank she is. How much she’s enjoying this state of mind. You must be wondering what’s going on in her head…”

“Mmmuh…” Whatever Jess was trying to say, she couldn’t get out the words.

“Not a whole lot,” Master said. “The same as your heads. Dimmer, quieter, as the switches come closer and closer to the bottom.”

The fingers were at the smalls of their backs now, so close to their hips.

“What’s… happening…?” Triss asked quietly.

“You’re being hypnotised,” Master whispered. “You’re about to be as hypnotised as Amber is… or maybe even more deeply hypnotised than her.”

“You mean… it’ssss real…?” Triss was trying to process the idea through her slowing, dimming mind, but it just wasn’t penetrating.

“Nahhh, it’sss not…” Jess tried to deny him again. As she usually did.

“Are you sure about that?” Master asked. “Because we’re near the bottom, now, the point where the lights switch off… and you know what sound a dimmer switch makes when it hits the bottom, after that brief last bit of resistance - that’s what you’re doing, you’re resisting - just before the…”

His fingers pressed in, pulled back, and with whip-crack speed, they were at Jess and Amber’s ear.

“CLICK.”

He clicked his fingers, and the two slumped-over girls suddenly shot upright, ramrod straight, eyes wide and spiralling, lips in a tight grin. Their minds and bodies were perfectly paralysed.

“There we go.” Master rested his hands on their shoulders and gave them a little gentle squeeze. They remained quiet insensate, like two dolls on display.

“Nice and deep and blank, obedient… just as you should be. Now. Master’s got some steam to let off. Let’s go to the bedroom, babes.”

“Yes, Master,” the three said in perfect, well practiced unison. They marched behind him like obedient gynoids. Their minds and bodies were his to enjoy.