Hour Little Secret

"You!" The guard moved quickly off the ground to pin a still surprised, unresisting Tovah against the door by her forearms, closing it off from the two servants outside, belying what she expected of someone his age and size.

"You've been the one drugging people around here. What the hell did you do to me last night?"

"Officer Torres," she calmly responded, reading the name on the shirt. Keeping her breathing under control, she hoped to make it rhythmic so there could be a longer way of calming him down if the shorter one didn't work. "I apologize for catching you off-guard, so to speak, but I was drugged too; I just woke up, I can't remember anything from last night, and...I don't know why, but does the name 'Provost' mean anything to you?"

Tovah hoped that would trigger something in him, at least enough to make him ease his hand pressing on her shoulder. It didn't.

"Doesn't mean a damn thing to me, just like I remember you doing something funky to me last night. Whatever it was, it stops now."

Distraught how none of her genuine half-truths were even to be believed, and knowing her own skills, she then thought it best to lean in to the accusation.

"Are you sure it stops, guard? How can you when you don't know what it really is? If you don't know what it is, how can you guard against it? The short, simple answer is, you can't." In the space of a few seconds, she dropped the innocent intonation in-favor of one more seductive, and let one of her hands pressed against the door, drop at the wrist to initiate a butterfly pattern with her fingers.

Without letting him get a word or thought in edgewise, she continued. "You can't know what happened, just like you don't know what my fingers are doing or why they are doing it. You don't know, and your mind is so desperately trying to figure out why. Why are the fingers fluttering like that, why are they moving and fluttering before your eyes? Why does it feel like they're getting closer to your eyes with every passing second? Are the pretty finger tips moving closer? Are your interested eyes moving closer. You don't know. Your mind doesn't know, and will stare and follow until it does."

Tovah let herself smile, knowing the only answer her fingertips would give is what would come next.

"Your eyes and mind will stare and follow until it knows that the only thing it knows is SLEEP!" She snapped her fingers at the last word, bringing his eyes downwards to close. She held him and whispered for a few moments to keep him under, before using a bit of fractionation, bringing him back up to see the butterflies before being dropped several times. She had to remind herself she was still on the clock, getting her purse behind the guard, happy to see just about everything was intact, except still no sign of her phone. She opened the door to see both girls still waiting like sheep for their shepherd.

"Do either of you have the time?"

Pledge 5 checked her wristband watch. "8:24, Provost."

"Damn," she whispered as the trio followed her down the stairs, making the guard kneel in the fraternity rec room and stare at the pretty program, saving time for programming him later. She was about to leave him before something he said prompted another question from her.

"Guard, what did you mean by people being drugged here?"

"There were reports of people's drinks being spiked, and girls taken advantage of here," Torres answered softly.

"Before last night?"

"Many nights, many reports."

"Unsubstantiated reports?"

"Yes."

"Good boy," she patted him on the head and let the extended influence take him deeper. Tovah appreciated a guard trusting his intuition and checking in on problematic elements on campus, especially since there was a good chance she could've been another unsubstantiated report herself. Looking around the open main entrance of Sigma-Phi-Beta, progress was being made on every front. Lots of empty beer and liquor bottles were being put into trash bags, all the common areas were being swept and scrubbed, and all the signs of Eta-Upsilon-Rho-Nu-Theta were either being removed or covered up, meaning she might need to return to supervise a paint-job or something; annoying, but progress none-the-less. The Provost laughed at how Sigma-Phi-Beta was probably soon to be the cleanest it's ever been, certainly in the minds of its members, but also a little saddened that her superior sorority was being excised, as the idea sounded better and better with the more control and memories she regained.

Looking over the faces of each of them, she began to wonder who would've drugged her if anyone. Her earlier interrogation should've ruled that out since no one was in a position to think of a lie to tell, but she wondered if all the possible suspects were present. "Even if these kids weren't in on it, doesn't mean they wouldn't enjoy it, or capture it on their phones," she thought. That thought made everything around her stop as she called out to them.

"If anyone captured me doing anything on their phones last night, bring them to me immediately!"

Tovah then smacked her own forehead as another idea came to her. "Way to wait this long to think about it, stupid," she told herself. "Pledge 5, give me your phone." Tovah quickly snatched it from her hand after she lethargically produced it from her pocket.

8:32 am the time read upon activating. "Almost time," she complained.

"Pledge 5, you will search the house for the sound of ringing. Once you find it, you will bring me my phone. If you do it quickly enough, I might have time to give you one more reward, fucktoy..."

"Mmmm, fucktoy," the programming sent chills from her mind to her pussy, making the young girl move quicker to find the ringing Provost told her about.

One of the male slaves, the one labeled "Chas" that was outside her room, brought their phone to her; she had them unlock it and bring up footage from the previous night. It was Tovah, bright, more animated than her usual composed self. She could tell her inhibitions were all but gone, but her desire to trance was shooting through the roof. Her audience were all the slaves and pledges at the frat, laughing at her and her eagerness to hypnotize everyone there. She could tell drunk Tovah was oblivious to all their jeers and disbelief, thinking she was embarrassing herself, uncaring about what their minds thought when she was bound to control them momentarily.

The video itself was around 25 to 30 minutes long; she skipped around a lot, shifting from the end, backwards. Towards the end of the video, the phone fell onto something, staring up at the ceiling lit up with her program, only the sounds of aroused breathing and her voice audible. Five minutes before that, there wasn't a body not still and staring at the screen, as Tovah all but stole every last distraction away from them. Ten minutes before that, there was more laughter, but quiet as they let the supposedly out-of-her-mind-drunk hypnotist put on another show for her, expecting it to be mortifying the next day, not even realizing how focused they were, the silly, laughable attempt transforming into a lewd show once faded, erotic images came on-screen, engaging a room full of young hormones, opening them to unexpected possibilities. No one knew how caught they all were once she let her phone sex voice speak in to the microphone, slipping past giggles into increasingly-intrigued minds. She was definitely going to have to come back and make a copy of all the evidence before removing it from their phones.

Early on into the video, there was talk of what Brandy, Paul, and Satch arranged. And how Satch probably got to Miss Mentalist too, making her a special treat for the Beta house.

Before letting the owner of the phone get back to work, she grabbed him by the hair, and yanked him forward to angrily ask "Where is Satch, Brandy, and Paul? Are they in this house?"

"Satch and Brandy are in the basement, Provost. I am Paul."

Adjusting her glasses and trying to tap more into her memories, his face was familiar, but not enough to bring anything back. "No, there is no 'Paul.' You are merely Slave 4, property of the ΗΥPΝΘ sorority," She reminded him sharply.

"Yes, Provost. I am Eta-Upsilon-Rho-Nu-Theta pledge slave 4. I live only to serve the tenets of ΗΥPΝΘ."

"Exactly, nothing more. Take me to the basement, now."

"Yes, Provost."

Tovah and Slave 4 walked to the basement, descending the steps down to find a space bearing some sunlight, and the overpowering display from Tovah on another screen, with another male slave lying next in-front of the TV. From a distance, she saw his pants were open, erection engorged but without direction or stimulation. The writing on his skinny chest read "ΗΥPΝΘ bitch beta," happily identifying him as Satch. Before either could move closer, a big white board was being swung at the two at the base of the stairs. Slave 4 was hit in the chest and face, and fell down, with Tovah barely managing to be touched by the edge of the board. The hypnotist looked to see Brandy standing weakly with the board on in her hands, wrinkled clothes obviously hastily put on, and "cunt" written over her forehead.

Brandy took a breath ready to swing again, but the sight of Tovah caught her off-guard, as she found strength leaving her arms, dropping the white board. The way she leaned back-up against the nearest wall, knees nearly buckling, thighs clenched together, Tovah happily guessed the triggered reaction the mere sight of the Provost was having. As Tovah stood still, studying her face more and more, memories lost to a black-out started to surface.

Tovah remembered performing her show as Miss Mentalist to the usual perfection. It was a little weird to her that the only ones that raised their hand to volunteer were girls; she typically had a mix, or could coax a mix out of an audience, but she went with the flow anyway. After the show, she'd discovered that all the volunteers for the night were pledges of the Delta-Nu-Delta sorority. The leader of Sigma-Phi-Beta, Paul, arranged and paid for the show, and Brandy, head of Delta-Nu-Delta, provided the bodies; apparently Brandy hated all the new pledges, and wanted them humiliated off of campus. Tovah was extra glad she planned for nothing salacious to happen that night, as her instincts told her something else was going down. Instead of leaving the kids to party immediately, she stuck around the fraternity house for the after-party, keeping a close eye on everyone she had on-stage.

Some were happy she was there, especially the guy called Satch. He was always close-by, keeping an eye on her. She thought it was just normal infatuation, and should've paid more attention to the single cup of malt liquor she lightly consumed. Whatever he slipped in that, she was quickly out of her wits, surprisingly-open to outside suggestions, enjoying more liquor when offered, especially vodka, without knowing how her body would respond. At some point, the devious chemistry major Satch gloated to the inebriated hypnotist about his whole plan. The tasteless substance spiking her drink was a special cocktail of sorts, with effects designed to mask potent suggestibility with lucidity, with a high probability of memory loss; Tovah's system fought it better than most, but never expected to have any vulnerability exposed. Unfortunately, one thing that stuck in Satch minoring in psych was knowing previously hypnotized subjects were a lot easier to get back into trance once tranced already, as Miss Mentalist's show provided. With her there, he even got the bright idea to have a taste of an attractive MILF who was also an experienced hypnotist. Satch absolutely relished in telling an older authority figure of sorts like her how what was going to happen to her, assuming she would be too far gone to not be open to literally anything.

Dominant alpha that Tovah was, she wouldn't stand for that. Believing that her drink was spiked, she followed the logic to believing that everyone's drink was spiked, and therefore defenseless against someone else; that forerunning thought set every other thought or suggestion aside, focused on saving everyone there by taking charge of everyone there. The uncompromising insistence shining through the drunken state, as she had the tech savvy Pledge 5, her name being Gracie or something, take the program from her phone and put it on their TV to do another hypno demonstration. Everyone was laughing at her, until no one was laughing as Tovah's overwhelming voice, from both the pre-recorded binaural vocal track and her own addition through the microphone, filled everyone's minds. On the fly, she decided to make her own sorority, a better organization that empowered women instead of the alternative. After what was probably a few uninterrupted hours of brainwashing from the program running on repeat, everyone was eager to fill their role, be it pledges, slaves, or unlawful instigators. When demanding to know the culprits behind the spiking plot, the guilty three helplessly confessed, and were rightfully labeled and punished, Paul, Brandy, and Satch experiencing distressing chastity while everyone else got to edge and release once finally giving in. Even an unprompted visit from Officer Torres was turned around, made to serve a better house than the one that left him constantly suspicious.

It was a lot to take in all at once, much of it pride and satisfaction, but Paul's phone in her hand showed only a few minutes had passed thankfully, displaying 8:40.

"Cutting it close, but I have a little time," she smiled evilly.

She took slow, intentional steps towards Brandy.

"Who am I, cunt?"

"Fuc-mmmmmm.....P-provost," the anger within was easily extinguished as her loins complained of more important things, like being allowed to get off.

"Yes, Provost," Tovah soothed her with her phone sex voice.

"Provost," Brandy whispered back, showing what hours of brainwashing did to even the most resistant and newly-initiated for losing control.

"Provost," every step Tovah took, her voice grew more whispered, inching closer and closer to allowing her breath to touch needy flesh.

"Provost," Brandy nearly mewled.

"Provost," Tovah delighted at the front of the weaker sorority leader's pants being clearly stained, desperate for mercy, as fingering herself ramped up the sensations, but wouldn't get her over the precipice.

"Provost," a soft, pathetic whine was barely heard, hoping to feel the word against her skin, and let that be some sort of signal.

"....sleep, cunt." The words touched Brandy's skin and denied her again. The Provost cackled with glee as she sank to the floor against the wall, deeply under. Waking Paul and the sleeping beta bitch up with a helpful slap to the face, she brought the three offenders back upstairs, finding the place just about spotless. After finishing, everyone assembled back at the main entrance, waiting for further instructions. She cackled again at how the probably very affluent kids there looked like the help waiting for the master, or Provost of the house.

"Good work, pledges and slaves. Provost is very pleased with your work," she congratulated them, reading the time at 8:44 am. "You have all truly earned a place in Eta-Upsilon-Rho-Nu-Theta."

"Yes, Provost," they all agreed, reciting their new sorority, status, and solemn pledge of obedience.

"Fucktoy, come claim your reward." The call reached Pledge 5 and gave her a big, mindless smile as she fell to the floor, crawling to pull Tovah's pants down and give Provost the best orgasm she could. As Pledge 5 crawled, everyone else was told to reach a satisfying edge, while Chas, Cunt, and Bitch Beta were to be left frustrated all over again.

With a loving tongue between her legs, everything was going swimmingly for Tovah, and didn't notice the fraternity's front door being unlocked until it was too late. Lost in passion, her eyes finally took in the sight of Dean Forest, eyes about to bulge out of their sockets as she witness the sexual acts of her student body, especially her incognizant son.

"What the fuck is going on here? Who are you?!?" The noise only shook Tovah to her core, while the rest were too under to stop, except for Paul.

"This is Provost, Mom," he managed weakly.

More shock hit the dean, but seemed to peculiarly knock the wind out of her righteous sails.

"W-who?"

"I am Provost," Tovah spoke with authority and sensuality, shedding the momentary panic. Caught the way she was, noting how the word affected the likes of Brandy and others, she hoped beyond hoped the same effect applied to the latest visitor. "Provost, of Eta-Upsilon-Rho-Nu-Theta. And you are?"

The dean tried to fight, or think; it was hard to read her face, until all the muscles softened, and her interest suddenly transferred to something in her purse. She pulled out a phone, Tovah's phone. Turning it on and on its side, she stared at something she knew she needed to see. Tovah watched the whole scene as she came hard on Pledge 5's face, which caused a chain reaction amongst everyone else. Leaving Pledge 5 to cum, and everyone else to edge or be denied, she carefully circled where the college dean stood, pleased to see the same design over her phone, and Mrs. Forest's eyes being absorbed.

Tovah suddenly envisioned the dean had come in the middle of the night, just like Officer Torres, and was brainwashed all the same, though very recklessly sent away to it on the missing phone, needing to watch it every time she heard the word "provost," whispering that word over and over to herself, opening her up to being just as mind-fucked as her son.

"Assuming I haven't thought of a name for you yet, I'm sure I can think of something appropriately degrading and derogatory that you'll love as a new slave to Eta-Upsilon-Rho-Nu-Theta. That makes the Provost so happy. How about for you?"

"Provost," was the mindless utterance.

"Yes, and maybe as much as you deserve to parade around the campus with your son in helpless humiliation, I think I can find some better use for you. But don't worry, it'll be..." Tovah checked the wall clock again, and smirked crookedly "hour little secret."

***

It was a few months after Miss Mentalist's last show at Dean Forest's college. The news hadn't been kind to it as students Brandy Taylor and Satchel Green were expelled and brought up on charges date rape and producing drugs, after evidence had been uncovered by newly-promoted head security guard Torres. Dean Forest and her son had barely survived the stink of it all, but her reputation was deeply tarnished. She and her son's fraternity pledged themselves to doing better.

They of course still invited Miss Mentalist to return, paying twenty times her standard performance rates. She put on another fantastic show at the Sigma-Phi-Beta house, but the after party was even better as everything was conveniently-arranged to show the owned sorority house of Eta-Upsilon-Rho-Nu-Theta. Tovah thoroughly-enjoyed watching new pledges learn to take control of their Beta boys, to help make them better, respectable men post-college was the convenient reasoning.

Gracie, formerly known as Pledge 5, was her star pupil and now the vice-Provost of ΗΥPΝΘ. Excelling at hypnosis and assisting with Tovah's digital experiments, Tovah watched proudly as Gracie carefully guided Paul Forest and another male, her new, submissive boyfriend, through their respective chastity and edging sessions. Gracie looked back at Tovah on her ΗΥPΝΘ throne, happy to make her mentor proud, licking her lips unconsciously as Tovah spread her legs. Once she was finished with the male pair, Gracie saw two pairs of wetted lips, one of them mouthing "fucktoy," urging hers to the wettest lips in the room.

After another satisfying cum for both of them, Tovah finally remembered what she'd wanted to ask after so long.