yamaboshi | ( open hypnosis thirst..... )

( open hypnosis thirst..... )

how?

01 induction. a comfortable place, a confident touch, and all the right words to take you under. deep breath in, deep breath out, just lie back for the plain flavor, no gimmicks or special powers involved.
02 the prop box. that's not enough? then how about a spinning spiral, or a swinging pocket watch, a coin or a candle, a flickering candle, that's right, just look at the flame, watch the flame closely, watch it dance in front of your eyes and relax, just relax...
03 simply powerful. deep and hypnotic eyes, a strong and commanding voice, their comforting and soothing touch; that person has more than talent - they have the power to bring you completely under their control, and there is no way to resist... at least not forever.
04 magic! a spell to control your body, a potion to command your mind, an artifact to destroy your will. you might have been enchanted, or even cursed. maybe it was an accident, a lesson gone wrong. whatever it was, it's time for a magical trance!
05 science! death rays are so last season, hypno rays are all the rage these days! and did you hear about that new drug that makes you 89% more suggestible to everything you're told? apparently they can even insert a chip into your brain and-- you know, why don't you see the miracle of science for yourself?
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.

why?

01 therapy something you want to remember? something you'd like to forget? quit smoking, eat healthier, be the best you you can be. whatever your reason, whatever your method, your subconsciousness needs a spring cleaning to improve your life.
02 in good fun you're really looking forward to this! it's a show, it's a party, or maybe it's just the two of you trying something new. entertaining, relaxing, maybe even hot and steamy. kick back, and enjoy the experience.
03 part of the job the latest corporate drug, another monster preying on people's minds, the third alien artifact you dug up this week. you've run into this before, and you will run into it again. but maybe this time is different. maybe this time something went wrong...
04 part of a scheme you don't want this, but somebody else begs to differ. maybe it's as harmless as a prank to make you cluck like a chicken whenever they say your name. or maybe it's as bad as a plot to make you their obedient servant forever. only they know, but for better or worse, you're about to find out.
05 an accident a vacant stare into that magical mirror, blank faces after a gas leak, sparks flying in the wrong direction and suddenly you find yourself chanting 'yes, master' over and over again? looks like somebody was too careless. sure, nobody meant for this to happen, but it did, and now you have to deal with the side-effects.
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.

what?

01 relaxation. all you want is to unwind, switch off, forget about your stress and worries for a while. close your eyes, you'll wake up feeling so refreshed. that is, unless somebody goes a little overboard with that happy and vacant smile...
02 transformation. bark like a dog. moo like a cow. put on this apron, you are the maid now. you're a robot, you're just a doll, you are the president of the world, an adorable baby, the perfect boyfriend- you are something or somebody you weren't before.
03 personality change. people don't change? we'll see about that! there must be some way to make you more assertive, less anxious, more honest, less unruly. maybe something could even change your evil ways! or your good ones, for that matter...
04 submission. this one is all about following commands. any commands. any commands. but do they just want to see you dance to their tune once, or will they wash, scrub and bleach your brain until it comes out blank and obedient forever?
05 seduction. maybe it's something sneaky to charm somebody you just met, maybe it's something sexy to spice up your relationship. whatever it is, whatever you do, it's trance time in the bedroom. and it would feel so amazing to take off your clothes for me, wouldn't it?
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.

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For everything! [All those times Illya shoved her on purpose! (She may have accidentally bumped into her once.) Treating her like some kind of immature little brat! (Only when she acts like it.) The offenses are endless!] You think you can just pretend you're better than everyone?

[Marion, that's you. Literally every day. But sure, go ahead. Make it out like Illya's the one who keeps acting superior just because she won't take your crap.

With a huff, she continues in a much more polite (and superior) tone.]

Of course, I'm a gracious and kind lady. So if you apologize now, I'll forgive you and forget all about it.

[ The small girl of winter doesn't even dare hide her sigh, thumb and index finger pinching the bridge of her nose. Oh, sure, Illya does think that personally? She's better than most magi out there. After all, she's the heir of the Einzbern family.

But she rolls her eyes for a second before she smiles, opening both of her eyes as she locks them with Marion's.

Good job, Marion, you've managed to force her hand and make her use her Mystic Eyes, ultimately and effectively freezing Marion where she stands. ]

You're the silly one here. You should be the one apologizing to me.

[ It's clear that with her Mystic Eyes activated, she's also placed a hypnotic spell. One that cannot be broken so easily. Of course, she's keeping Marion completely aware of what's going on, but she won't allow any disobedience any longer. ]

[And that's how Marion finds herself literally unable to move. One second, she's trailing Illya and demanding apologies. The next, she's frozen in place under the weight of Illya's gaze. But the worst part is, how she immediately and without hesitation replies.]

Yes... I'm sorry, Illya.

[Her voice is uncharacteristically meek and sincere, but the look in her eyes makes it clear that she's fully aware. She just can't stop herself from complying.]

See?

[ A coy smirk plays on Illya's lips as she swings her arms behind her playfully, almost as if she were a child with a new toy. ]

It's much easier if you just listen to me, Marion. You see, as the heir of the Einzbern family, something like this is child's play. But don't worry, I'll take good care of you. You'll see how much better your life is with me as your master.

[ She turns on her heel, back facing her new "servant" before she starts to skip. ]

So, come and follow me back to the Einzbern estate. I'm sure Liz and Sella will be proud of me. Maybe we can even give you a new body, too... If you're good. But for the time being, maybe I should start by asking you to compliment me? Mm, that works.

[Is that the slightest twitch of disgust at Illya calling herself Marion's master? Not that Marion can do much more than that even if it is. No, she tries to fix a glare of her own on Illya, but there's really not much she can do. Illya's hypnotic spell is just too strong.]

You're so kind and beautiful...

You seem like a wonderful master.

[That's not remotely what she wanted to say at all. That even goes far above the order to compliment her! Why would she ever say something like that?!]

Good. Now then, I know exactly what to do with you.

[ Let's go inside her manor first. ]

You'll have to take a bath first; all servants have to be purified, after all.

[Marion follows her all the way to the estate. She couldn't stop, or even try to. She shouldn't be so easily taken in by some dumb spell! If she could move without being ordered, she could so break it!

Naturally, none of this matters. She's doing what Illya says whether she likes it or not.]

Yes, of course.

[She politely agrees, despite really wanting to insist that she's not a servant. Not Illya's or anyone's!]

The bath is right here.

[ She gestures to it and Marion will notice that it's a spacious bath, big enough for the two of them. It encompasses the entire room, honestly. ]

Now then, strip for me. Clothes are unnecessary, after all.

[If it weren't for being under Illya's control right now, Marion might be impressed at the bath. She always tries her best to play the sophisticated, elegant young lady - ruined mostly by the fact that she's an absolute brat about it. But here, Illya actually has all of the things Marion's always felt entitled to!

Right now though, it just makes her even more upset at her current situation. Her cheeks flush when she hears Illya's next order, an unusually modest and shy expression tracing her features. She wouldn't be shy about her body if she actually looked her age. Hell, she'd love nothing better than to lord her true form over this little girl... who just happens to be taller than her right now... and also technically older than she looks.

But with how she looks now... her blush only grows deeper as she automatically moves to disrobe. She wastes no time in removing every stitch of clothing she was wearing, despite seeming like she'd much rather keep them on.]

Hee hee... you're so cute, Marion.

[ She smirks, placing her hand on her cheek. ]

Maybe you should spread your legs for me. And then you'll start feeling good whenever I call you by name.

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[She demurely tries her best to avoid meeting Illya's eyes. It doesn't work particularly well. There's just enough modesty on display to make it clear what her true feelings are, but she can't disobey Illya.

After only a moment, she readily complies with the next command. It's so humiliating, being in this position while looking like this! She wonders if it could be any worse... forgetting for the moment that there was more of a command there than just to spread her legs.]

You're so lewd, doing this for your master. But that's okay, because you like it, don't you? Ma-ri-on?

[She's not lewd at all, you pervert! At least, that's her thought before she hears that her name emphasized in that playful tone...]

Ah?!

[Her skin starts to flush, but it's different than just embarrassment this time. Her voice coming out a little breathless, she finds herself answering even in her total bewilderment.]

Y-Yes, Illya...

[She's so far under the other girl's influence, she'd probably have answered the same way even if she didn't feel all warm and tingly at the sound of her own name.]

Then, Marion, won't you tell me exactly what you want me to do to you?

[ Of course, whatever she answers won't be what she would actually want it to be. After all, being under Illya's influence means that what she offers will most likely be the worst options that she can come up with. ]

[She's really starting to squirm now! Hearing her name spoken again just amped up those feelings, and the desire along with it. If she were in her right mind and body, it wouldn't be nearly so shameful. But now, it feels like submission to Illya, and that's the absolute worst!

Her conscious thoughts turn more towards what she hopes Illya won't do with her. She hasn't been told to say anything specific, so maybe she won't humiliate herself too much? Maybe?

Those hopes are dashed when she hears herself speak again.]

Right now... I really think it'd be wonderful if you spanked me, for being such a disobedient servant.

[No, why does she sound so eager about getting spanked?! Forget earlier, this is the worst!!!]

Then... Get on all fours and raise yourself to me. You said you wanted to be spanked, right? With how eager you sound, you must be a masochist, Marion. The type of girl who'll enjoy it.

[ And those words that Illya says are going to be ingrained into the blonde's mind, making absolutely certain that it becomes true. All of it. ]

Oh, yes...

[She certainly sounds like she's going to enjoy it. And she's incredibly eager to do as Illya says, turning away and getting down on all fours so she can properly present herself to her master for the punishment she wants so much.

Internally, she's still screaming against all of this. It's so humiliating! She's not a servant, and she doesn't want to be punished, least of all spanked! There's nothing she can do to erase Illya's influence over her, though... as she'll realize soon enough when the newly ingrained instincts take hold.]

I can't wait to see how you'll react. Hee hee.

[ There's a soft chuckle under her breath as lips curl into a mischievous smirk, pleased at how easy this was, to see Marion get down like a dog and raise her ass for her master so she can see everything. It's such a nice position that she can't help but be slightly amused by the entirety of it as she raises a hand to do exactly what Marion asked for.

Spank her. And hard. ]

[Outwardly, she's ready and willing. Inwardly, she's terrified of this actually happening, struggling vainly against the compulsions Illya's powers have placed her under.

She yelps loudly at the first strike, as it sends her rocking forward. The pain of the strike catches her by surprise, but even moreso... the way she felt that thrill and desire building betrays itself in a gasping little moan. It's not just physically. Even deep down, her very core being stops fighting back for a moment. It just... felt so good. Her usually fiery inner self is stunned into meek cooperation, as she quickly rights herself and gets back into position, bracing herself for the impact more this time.

With each strike, she grows a little more flushed and breathless, crying out in pleasure as much as pain. And the worst part is, she's not sure she'd do anything to stop it even if she had full control of herself. It's humiliating, and she hates it on principle! But it feels so wonderful being humiliated like this... and somewhere in there, she hates that even more!]

Do you like that, Marion? Maybe I should give you more... ah, but that wouldn't be a proper punishment, now would it?

[ She chuckles a little. ]

But I guess you've done well. Maybe I should reward you? [ She takes a step forward, crouching down as she traces her fingers on the part where she slapped her before reeling back. ]

Now, stand up.

Y-Yes...

[She hears her trembling voice say it before she even realizes she's speaking. She most certainly does not like this! Any of this! ... Except she really does, and that's the worst part. She eagerly perks up at the suggestion of more, and then seems disappointed when she realizes she won't be 'punished' any further.

It's not all bad, though. She gives a whimper that doesn't sound entirely upset at the feeling of Illya's fingers tracing over where she'd spanked her. And of course, when commanded, she readily pulls herself back up to her feet. Part of her wonders how she'll be 'rewarded', even as another part seethes inwardly at her complete inability to not do every little thing Illya commands. ... At being labeled her servant, and being unable to stop going along with it!]

I wonder. Just how turned on down there are you?

[ Fingers run down Marion's side before they reach in between the blonde's legs, tracing across the inner thighs before skipping upwards, right there, just to check. She needs to know just how humiliating this must be for her. ]

[Mercifully, she doesn't find herself answering this question out loud. Because part of her sees exactly where this is going, and that she won't need to answer.

When Illya's touch traces her thighs, Marion softly whimpers, squirming at the touch. Embarrassingly, it's not the squirm of a girl who wishes she could escape. She seems like she's anticipating where this is going, despite how she feels deep down underneath the excitement.

Sure enough, when Illya's touch moves upwards, the evidence is clear. She's shamefully, obviously, wet and eager. And it's all because of what Illya's done with and to her so far.]

So I was right.

[ She smirks, tapping her chin inquisitively. Good on her that she didn't answer, because her body told the entire store in of itself. Illya's finger traces right outside, making sure that it doesn't go inside; there isn't much of a point for that, after all. ]

You probably like that, but... I'm not going to satisfy you at all like this, am I? Because I'm only barely touching you at this point. If you want more, you'll have to beg for it.

[She makes the most plaintive, frustrated whimpers as Illya teases her. She didn't want any of this! Or so she thought... the more Illya tells her what to think, how to feel, the more it all seems to become true.]

P-Please...

[She hears herself speak before she can even think of the words.]

I'll do anything...

[She's not very good at begging. If Illya wants to see her really humiliate herself, she'll have to give further instruction.]

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