At your command, Thomas nods blankly and walks out from behind the counter, heading out to the stage. You follow quickly behind, grinning in excitement. Claire had just finished extracting herself from the box and was getting to her feet when the two of you came in. She didn't seem overly surprised to see you, but stared quizzically at Thomas's bare feet.
"Hey Thomas," she began. "Why are y-" She was cut off abruptly as Thomas grabbed her firmly by the upper arms. Now the slight girl was very surprised, and unable to fend off the enslaved cashier. "Hey! Stop it! Help! Get help!" She looked in your direction for aid as she cried out. Her top hat fell from her head as Thomas moved her, allowing her long brown hair to fall unimpeded around her curvy body. She continued to squirm as she was lowered back into the box. Before she could react, Thomas flipped it shut on her and clicked the latch into place, trapping her with her head and feet exposed.
"Stop this! Hey! I said stop!" The fear was evident in her trembling voice. You ignore her, giving Thomas another command. "Remove her shoes, slave. I should see what I'm getting in return before I subjugate her mind." Again, Thomas wordlessly obeys. As he begins to untie them, Claire's confusion escalates. "Slave?! Wh-what do you mean? You mean you're the one behind this?! Thomas, stop, don't listen to her, please!" Of course, Thomas does have to listen to you. Getting impatient, you remove Claire's other shoe quickly, just as Thomas finishes with the first.
Gazing down, you are faced with one lovely pair of feet. Fishnet stockings, high arches, a curvy sole, and long toes. They'll do nicely. Her feet twitch and her toes curl nervously as you and Thomas look at them. "What are you doing?! Just please stop, I'll do anything, just let me out." You sigh, hopping on top of the box she is imprisoned in. You maneuver yourself to the other side of the box, with your legs dangling over the edge on either side of her head. Looking down, you see her terrified green eyes meet yours, pleadingly. As they do, you begin to concentrate.
"Yes, you will do anything." The symptoms of your power quickly became present. Though she had already been mostly immobile, her entire body was now paralyzed as her struggles ceased. Her voice, shouting before, could now not elevate past a whisper, as she said "What...are you doing...stop...please...", but Claire knew well what you were doing. The feeling of slowly losing your willpower was one few had experienced but all instinctively recognized. Claire knew that within seconds, she would be as mindless a slave as Thomas, and there was nothing she could do about it. A single tear cascaded down her cheek as her eyes became blank and her free will evaporated.
You hopped off the box as Thomas unlatched it. You now had two sexy, barefoot slaves under your complete command. The only question now is...
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