Amy

Josh lounges in his plush office chair, feet propped up on the mahogany desk. His piercing blue eyes scan the room, lost in thought as he contemplates how to get Amy under his control.

Dodie enters the office, her movements fluid and graceful. "Master, I've completed my morning routine as instructed," she says, bowing her head respectfully.

Josh's gaze drifts to the young woman, appreciating the way her curves fill out the fitted dress. "Excellent work, Dodie. Now, I need you to compose a new song, one infused with subliminal hypnotics designed to ensnare our target."

Dodie nods, a spark of excitement igniting in her brown eyes. "Of course, Master. Who is our intended prey?"

"Amy Roberts, a fan of yours who I'm sure will listen to the song," Josh purrs, a wicked gleam in his eye. "See that your latest track includes the necessary triggers to bend Amy to our will. Once you do I can go and get her."

"Yes, Master," Dodie responds, her voice tinged with eagerness. She exits the office, already mentally composing the hypnotic melody that will seal Amy's fate.

Meanwhile, Josh rises from his chair, straightening his tailored suit. He looks online, intent on finding where Amy is and initiating the next phase of his plan.

After a few minutes scouring social media and talking to informants, Josh discovers that Amy frequently visits a quaint café near her apartment complex. It appears to be a preferred spot to work on projects and connect with fellow friends in the area.

A knowing smirk plays on Josh's lips as he pieces together the information. "Perfect," he murmurs to himself. "She'll be an easy catch."

Making a mental note of the café's location and hours of operation, Josh decides to pay Amy a visit.

Later that afternoon, Josh arrives at the cozy café, scanning the crowd for a glimpse of Amy. Spotting her in the corner, engrossed in her laptop, he makes his way over, his confident stride commanding attention.

As he approaches, Amy looks up, her striking blue eyes meeting Josh's intense gaze. A shiver runs down her spine, though she can't quite pinpoint why. There's something undeniably magnetic about this man, and she finds herself drawn to him.

"Mind if I join you?" Josh asks, his deep voice smooth as silk. Without waiting for a response, he slides into the seat across from her, his presence dominating the small table.

Amy's heart races as Josh takes a seat, his imposing aura filling the space between them. She tries to steady her nerves, but his proximity and piercing stare make it difficult to think clearly.

"I suppose not," she manages to reply, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I was hoping for some alone time today."

Josh's lips curl into a sly smile, his eyes never leaving hers. "Alone time can be overrated," he says, leaning in closer. "Sometimes, the company of someone interesting is far more appealing."

Amy swallows hard, feeling a strange pull towards this enigmatic stranger. She can't explain it, but there's an undeniable allure to Josh that she finds herself powerless to resist.

Josh looks at Amy carefully, resting on her eyes. "Your eyes are so beautiful, like the clearest sky on a summer day," he murmurs, his voice low and hypnotic. "Let's see how bright they sparkle when you surrender to me completely."

Josh leans closer to Amy, "My sweet, innocent flower," Josh whispers, his breath warm against her ear. Her breath catches, and she feels a tingling sensation spread through her body, as if an invisible thread is pulling her inexorably towards him.

"What...what are you doing to me?" Amy whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and exhilaration. She can feel her resistance crumbling, replaced by an insatiable longing to submit to this stranger.

Her eyes glaze over, pupils dilating as the hypnotic trigger takes hold of her mind. Josh watches intently, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he observes Amy's surrender to the trance-like state.

"Now, let's see how obedient you can be," Josh reaches out, gently grasping Amy's chin and tilting her face upwards. "Look at me, my dear," he commands, his voice firm yet soothing. Amy's glazed eyes meet his, her lips parting slightly as she drinks in his commanding presence.

"My name is Josh, and I am your master now," he declares, his words echoing in her mind. "You will obey me without question, understand?"

Amy's nod is almost imperceptible, but the subtle movement conveys her complete acquiescence. Josh's thumb strokes her cheek, a gesture both tender and possessive.

"Good girl," he praises, his approval resonating deeply within her. "Now, stand up and follow me. We have some... intimate activities to get to."

Amy rises unsteadily to her feet, still under the thrall of Josh's command. Her movements are robotic, as if controlled by an unseen ****. She follows him out of the café, her eyes fixed on his back, drinking in the sight of his broad shoulders and perfectly tailored suit.

Once outside, Josh leads her to a sleek black car parked along the curb. Opening the passenger door, he gestures for Amy to climb inside. She complies without hesitation, sliding onto the soft leather seat.

As Josh settles behind the wheel, he reaches over to fasten Amy's seatbelt, his fingers brushing against her skin. "Comfortable?" he asks, his tone casual despite the intensity of the situation.

Amy nods, her throat working as she swallows. "Yes, Master," she replies, the title rolling off her tongue with unnatural ease.