MissTake

His affirmation was a series of deep breaths, and simply standing still and enjoying the voice somehow not coming from his phone, but from deep in his mind which didn't bother him in the slightest.

"You are definitely the man Sally warned me about, easy and horny. And how horny you are will make you easy to control. And how easy you are to control will make you sooo very horny. You can't wait for that to be true. In fact-"

Facts were seemingly stolen from Kelli all of a sudden, feeling both hands firmly placed behind her back, followed by handcuffs firmly on her wrists. All of a sudden, she was apprehended and being carted off somewhere; there was barely a presence of mind to look behind to identify the abductor. It was Ned Ryburn, her original submissive cop, wearing an expression bordering on angry, unwilling to look the prisoner in the eye, lest she managed to trick his mind again.

***

It was a blur all the way to the nearest jail cell he finally made it to. Once deposited and behind bars, neither of them said a word to each other, just glaring and figuring out what to say next. Kelli found her words first, frowning as she spoke.

"Honestly, didn't see that one coming." The momentarily admission was followed by a smile. "And how pleased my little Neddy Bear must feel, finally bringing the dreaded MissPlacement to jail."

"To justice," Ned tried correcting allowing himself a smile of his own, still ignoring the endearing, embracing trigger while hiding his love of it.

"No, jail certainly doesn't to a girl like me justice, at all. Some people just aren't made to be imprisoned. While others...heh, they're either too easy to capture, and keep confined, or they just want to be held in a prison they can't ever imagine escaping from."

"I don't know, maybe you're the kind that's just too arrogant for your own good, thinking you can get away with stealing anything. Brazenly trying to take cops in full-view of the public."

"For some reason, stealing one gave me the impression that it wasn't that hard. Though it certainly wasn't soft, once I got you deep enough," she teased the conditioned reaction, making him happy to be facing her alone, in-case showing evidence of the inability fight off the hopefully-faded suggestions.

"Well, your mistake that you think you could pull that off."

Kelli was about to rebuke with a witty reply, but something he'd said made her start to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Ned asked.

"Your amusing word choices again. 'Your mistake;' had you known me when I started my career, you might be saying 'you're, you are MissTake' instead. Ah, my original persona, a lot less subtle than MissPlacement, but still my favorite. How you might've loved to catch a 'clumsy, accident-prone' woman, infecting others with the affliction as jewels, wallets, and minds fell into my hands for some reason. How you might love to get caught up in MissTaken circumstances yourself, Neddy Bear."

He kept a stern look in-spite of the words inspiring his imagination. "I can only imagined how easy a less-refined, reckless version of you would've been that much easier to catch. But then again, recklessly taking multiple cops at a ball game shows that even you can me MissTaken."

Kelli's smile darkened, just short of frowning. She hated admitting that Ned could be a stinging wise-ass when allowed to be conscious of it, just like hating the fairly-valid point made.

"Who said that was why I was there? Maybe I was just working on my viral advertising. Maybe after a 'persuasive' meeting with the people running the jumbotron, and persuading your friends to take a little break elsewhere, the whole stadium could catch another attraction, growing to be just as interested, enamored, magnetized as you. And just imagine if the helplessly helpful staff gave me a microphone during the intermission, broadcasting my voice to the open masses, letting hundreds hear what it means to be the one that has my attention."

The stream-of-consciousness explanation Kelli gave became a shared one, altering her cadence, and gesticulateing with hands through the bars. Graceful fingers flowed in a gentle, fluttering motion, their fascinating gesturing and shiny black nail polish narrowing focus. Amongst the glistening nails was Kelli's signature black-and-white manicured spiral nail on her left index; he still dreamed about that design, with the line running through, alternating the colors on each side. Of all the nails dancing in fixed eyesight, Ned involuntarily searched for that one, often losing and finding it again as it dragged its audience in wherever it lead, inching his body towards the bars separating them.

"The inability for eyes to stray away from a hypnotist working her magic on a willing subject, the impossibility for ears to not be flooded, filled with the sound of my voice, just makes them willing as well, growing to like it like my subject loves it. Growing to want it like my subject needs it. Before long, everyone will want to be a part of my act, acting as I instruct, instructed to go as deep as my subject, subjected to my will. Will that convince you of my good intentions, Officer Ryburn?"

*SNAP*

Ned blinked slightly-drowsy eyes a few times, senses waiting for confirmation for if Kelli's finger snap was meant to wake him or take him deeper. All he received from her was a deviously-sweet smile, and being referred to as Officer Ryburn instead of Kelli's Neddy Bear, suddenly missing the praise and surrendered feelings that came with it. Hands holding his shoulders, they let him know how close he'd gotten and certainly didn't intend on getting. She giggled as he gently pulled away from her grasp, a full retreat stunted as a hand managed to caress his cheek softly; she let the lingering warmth keep him rooted as she kept talking.

"Sorry to say, you're not MissTaken, at least not about my intentions today. Funny story, did you know that not all couriers are actually couriers?"

"What?" Ned asked, confused at the sudden topic change.

"I know, right? Even the fake ones are convincing as hell. They all seem to have that identical demeanor. Stoic face, stiff body language in tailored suits, hurried disposition, literally chained to their responsibilities with those, heavy, heavy briefcases weighing them down. A girl like me sees someone like that, and we just feel the need to help relieve them of their unfair burdens."

"MissPlacement's peculiar type of relief?"

"Peculiar, but effective. A common MissTake, with men thinking that's all there is to life. They have no idea how much they need someone like me to step onto their path, noting how tired they look, how they're dragging their own spirits along. Those spirits deserve to just take a moment to relax, to stop and listen to the sounds of nature, or voices naturally bringing them peace. They miss so much of the good things in life if they don't stop and smell the roses, like the butterflies on top of the roses, coming to greet you, following the beautiful motions they make as all your other cares and worries just float away. Nothing else to think about, but what comes natural to enjoy..."

Ned's consciousness was several steps behind awareness of his eyes following the fluttering fingers yet again, eager to be taken away before another loud finger snap seemed to shake him back to reality. Ned tried fighting that and the hollow sense inside him just waiting to be refilled with Kelli's trance.

"But anyway, I helped this courier out. Before he knew it, he was practically floating on air, driven away from his responsibilities, and off to a quiet place where I could remove his burden for a while, and inspect why his burden was so high. As I found out later, the guy I helped was just pretending to be a courier; he hospitalized the original one something awful, and couriering his way to his boss."

"Who was his boss?"

"Didn't know or care at the time. I just emptied the briefcase and wallet and sent him on his merry way. On foot, after I took his car, of course."

"You really are a kleptomaniac, aren't you?"

"Unfortunately for you, I'm the weirdest kind of kleptomaniac; the first thing I ever learned to steal was a mind. Jewels, purses, cash, cars, everything is fun to steal; I don't even need to be a hypnotist to be an exceptional thief. But once you take a mind, it's just so easy to take everything else. Technically, it's not really stealing if they just give you whatever you suggest, in return for the mere pleasure of obeying your suggestions."

Unwilling to admit to the ultimate truth MissPlacement spoke, he ignored her assertion. "Who did you end up stealing from?"

"You mean who unsuccessfully tried to steal first? Well, that's the rub. The guy who wanted the briefcase was someone you'd know in law enforcement - Richie McClure."

Hearing the only other name that had been on his mind the last few weeks, Ned quickly sobered from the light trance she'd kept him edging on.

"You stole...from Richie McClure. Are you shitting me? Do you have any idea how much danger that puts you in?"

"With his reputation, it's hard not to know. I was going to quietly try to leave the acquired items to be found at random, but..."

"But with your reputation, someone figured it out," Ned concluded, watching his criminal mistress act sheepish for the first time ever.

"You really are MissTake, you know that?"

Silently grumbling at the deserved double entente, Kelli eventually responded. "I am aware, which is why I thought it prudent to invest in some security, so I asked you to make an introduction with some honest cops for me, to get something of my own little dedicated secret service for myself started, while I figure my options out."

"Why not just come in, make a statement, get immunity and police protection the normal way?"

"Quite an assumption that I would get immunity, or legitimate police protection when men like McClure could have a few cops in their pockets easy, none of which would appreciate me making statements or standing trial. No thank you, he can have his cops, and I'll have mine." She reached through the bars again to touch his arm, running fingers up the weakening biceps. "And such a good boy you've been, helping me to grow my own private force. They'll all know pleasure in serving me, but not nearly as much as you."

Knowing fingers dragged their nails over his arm, up to his shoulder blade. Past suggestions gave his skin the impression that there was no clothing to mute the rapture her touch brought. The longer she stroked and spoke to him, the more it felt like he was variably naked before her, exposed to MissPlacement in every way possible. "Others serving me will trail behind you in realizing how much pleasure there is to experience from all of my suggestions, and the realities of the addictive nature of my hypnosis."

Kelli could practically feel the shivers and tingles of bliss pulsing across his shoulders and throat.

"A one-time experience is potent enough, but repeat indulgences reshape you, and become habit forming. It becomes that unbreakable habit, feeling it surging in you, coursing through you. That pleasure travels on the same path the sound of my voice does, from your ears, into your brain. My voice cleanses your thoughts, washes it clean, removes any that MissPlacement doesn't believe should be placed there. And a clean mind, saturated with my words, lets my words drip down into the rest of your body. From the forehead, to the face, to the jaw, to the shoulders. Arms, hands, fingers, fingertips tingling. Your chest, your back, your stomach and lower back, tingling. Your hips, your thighs, knees, and legs, sturdy and tingling. Your feet and toes, strong and tingling. You have returned to the relaxed, refreshing reality I have created for you, and you are so grateful to be here."

Caressing his serene, mindlessly-happy face, she appreciated the shape she molded him in multiple ways.

"Not only does my hypnotic control shape you're reality, but you need it to shape what reality is for you. You need me to construct truths, make them vanish, and give you new ones, completely at my whim. Just like you need me to remind you how much you need to be hypnotized by Kelli, how no one brings you more pleasure than her, how you exist to serve Kelli. You feel empty without a fresh dose of hypnosis, and all my little teases make you even more needy than usual. So when I suggest leaning against these cell bars gives you pleasure, there is no question in how you can feel stirring in your pants, as if being stimulated in that special way."

Standing, staring at her slave, Kelli grinned evilly at how Ned believed an extension of herself had sank to the ground, beginning to give her "boyfriend" mind-blowing oral. But they both knew that even physical, sexual touches and simulations were a distant second on the pleasure scale compared to being hypnotized, of no oral being more orgasmic than MissPlacement's lips and tongue dictating his thoughts.

"You need me to remind you of the reality of who is really behind bars, because you were in such a rush once you found me, carting me all the way to the closest jail you could find, that you simply locked up the wrong person. Or perhaps, you knew what you were doing all along, carrying me off to the nearest cell so you could lock yourself up, and keep yourself from ever escaping my control again."

The blinding, hypnotic pleasure eased enough to allow his eyes to find his side of the cell the one for prisoners, and hers for those with the authority to imprison. His law enforcement instincts would've screamed at him for his error, but they screamed in pleasure for following the only law Ned could stand to acknowledge, standing in a dominant pose, watching her slave barely able to remain on his feet, so close to another defining orgasm.

Kelli's grin growing ever wider and more evil, she proved the reality true by walking away from his cell, free to leave at her leisure, leaving a controlled, eroticized mess. His face contorted, unable to comprehend what would break in him first if left unattended. He nearly cried as he heard footsteps coming back, stepping up to his cell again, gleefully feeding of radiating fear.

"Remind me again, Neddy Bear, whom do you obey?"

"You, Kelli. I obey Kelli. I obey MissPlacement. I obey," he answered in labored, broken breaths.

"Aren't you forgetting one?" Kelli asked, loving the perplexed lack of thought that was his expression.

"Ah, your...MissTake," she playfully hinted.

"My MissTake. I obey MissTake. I obey My MissTake!" Kelli laughed heartily, reaching in Ned's cell to praisingly tap his nose between words again with her middle finger.

"Yes. You. Do."

*SNAP*

His body was controlled enough to understand her loud snap in his face finally allowed the hypnotic release every cell of his body begged for. Ned fell to the floor, exhausted and happy as all of her suggestions continued to saturate and shape his mind during his recovery. Kelli smiled down at the puddle of submission she'd created, cleaning his drool off the wooden bars, thankful that was all that stained it.

***

Looking around the room, Kelli Kennedy felt like taking a bow, wishing there was an audience to congratulate the intricate show she'd directed. The baseball stadium in her reality was no larger than the size of a spacious living room, with Sally and Lou laying asleep and hypnotized on the couch. The game seemed real enough and in-person enough to them as they watched it on the flat screen TV. The concession line and crowd was merely the space behind the couch, close enough that Kelli could keep an eye on all the play's players, as was the "jail" Ned dragged MissPlacement to across the room, consisting only of a foldable wood partition that looked enough like a jail cell. She loved performances like this, making well-conditioned slaves act within seemingly-normal circumstances, able to recapture and further condition their minds, and enjoying the thrill taking them down all over again, even if somewhat pretend.

Truthfully, she'd wished everything she'd said was controlled fiction, but ripping off a man like Richie McClung was unfortunately too real for her tastes. It was real enough that once she knew whom she was dealing with, Kelli started her recruitment of allies early, actually sending Ned to introduce her to some colleagues, Sally and Lou. She walked away from her "boyfriend," doubled over in ecstasy, over to the couch where the newest slaves rested, totally oblivious to the jail scene, barely looking awake themselves. Gently making space between them, Kelli sat between the pair, pretending to watch the game, as the officers pretended to be awake. She pulled out an expensive lighter from her pocket, emblazoned with the shape of Ireland on the front. She was still practicing a new fixation technique, flipping it open and shut and lighting it with the same hand. She was getting better at it, but upon the third try, it still flew from her hand, landing on Sally's lap. She picked it up, cursing herself, but also reminding herself she had to diligently practice to excel at all her tricks.

Putting the lighter away, she turned in Sally's direction, and began whispering hot, libidinous things in her ear. The spoken words were meant to deepen the trance, but familiar conditioning helped Sally's mind interpret it as enticing, sexual innuendos her erogenous zones fully surrendered to. The game and the rest of reality went away as she was whispered and whipped up into a stupor, silently whimpering and edging towards cumming as she repeated her simple mantra, to eventually be expanded.

"I obey Kelli, I obey Kelli, I obey Kelli..."

As Sally's body was pushed off to fall on the cushions on the arm of the couch, Kelli turned her attention to Lou. Unlike Sally, Kelli regarded Ned's other detective friend with contempt. The first time she met them, she trusted Ned's word that they were straight, lawful arrows, that they could be trusted. It turned out, Ned was half-right, never realizing that his friend had been on McClung's payroll for years. The stage for the stadium and jail illusion was actually Lou Giatti's home, a very nice, pricey house that McClung indirectly helped pay for; Lou was even loaned McClung's divorce lawyer to keep all his money; Ned and Kelly probably never expected McClung's corruption to reach the likes of their friend, just like Lou never expected Kelli's corruption to be powerful enough to get him to reveal his ties to organized crime, and his secret plan to deliver her to Richie the first chance he got.

Looking across the room, she imagined how genuinely-shocked Ned might be to find his long-time friend in bed with mobsters. "You're so adorably-trusting," she cutely chastised him in the past. "Just like I love and programmed you to be."

Kelli whispered commands to Lou similarly to what Sally heard, though with a harsher, dominant bite to them. He felt the same growing arousal as his friends, slipping deeper but plagued by sensations of being restricted in the most uncomfortable of ways. The mental chastity belt completely covered his arousal, chaffing it with every part that succumbed to her influence.

"I obey Kelli, I obey Kelli, I obey Kelli..."

"Yes you do, but unlike Silly Sally, or my Neddy Bear behind bars and held captive, you, dirty little rat, are the one locked up, and suffering great..agony."

The last word gave Lou the impression of sharp, radiating pain in his genitalia, as if kicked by her boots. He reactively crouched and fell off the couch, onto the floor, hoping the pain would go away.

"Wow, Lou, you really look like your dealing with some agony."

Pain racked him again, denying him the pleasure he was still conditioned to seek. Through the groans of pain, he still managed to condition and pledge new allegiance.