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I am immensely happy and proud to have this in my gallery.

Zaionczyk , also known as Sue Chan in some circles, had an immense impact in my life. Seeing her art, specifically her genie and hypnosis art, was a revelation. As if something I struggled to comprehend, or dismissed entirely, was shown right in my face for me to understand, accept and cherish. Yes, I did love belly dancers, genies and the orientalism in their aesthetics. Yes, I had a fascination for hypnosis. Yes, there were other people who shared this and could even combine all of these things together. Witnessing her illustrations, her entire body of work, made me discover quite a few things about myself.

Truth be told, without Sue Chan, there wouldn't be an IncredibleIntruder.

Her genie character, which I nicknamed Aliyah for the sake of my stories, was an icon to me. The hypnotic genie, the one who turned the table, who got away from servitude and hypnotized masters and mistresses to her own advantage. It was such a powerful concept and her design was so nice, so sexy, that I just couldn't push her away from my mind, and thus I wrote stories featuring her, with Sue Chan giving permission each time.

Now, Naylee, who was directly inspired from Aliyah, is shown in there, interacting with the genie that started it all, drawn by the exact artist who had such a profound effect. It's a dream come true. Really.

So thank you, Sue Chan. It's a lovely piece and I sure hope you'll take the time to read the story I wrote too.

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THE MENTOR AND THE APPRENTICE

Naylee was waiting for her lamp to be rubbed.

She was doing so patiently, the inside of her lamp filled with close to nothing save what she felt she needed and deserved. Some space, cushions, a hookah to pass the time and nothing else. She was frugal that way, believing in the old ways of subservience, of restraint when it came being a djinn. Sure, she could do miracles and twist reality, but that didn't mean she had to be pompous and arrogant about it too, she thought, as she lounged, half-drowsy as the atmosphere in her containment item certainly made it easy to slumber peacefully. About to get some rest for however long it would take to be summoned again, the lamp shook to indicate that she was indeed being invoked, someone finding her. A very lucky person would get their three wishes and she'd make sure they'd have exactly what was needed as she got out from the tip, a compulsion helping her in that feat as she twirled, manifested into mist which turned into her real shape as she then bowed, closing her eyes in pure reverence.

“Oh, master. I am Naylee, the djinn of the lamp. I shall grant you three wishes. Name them and they shall be-”

She did not finish her sentence as she looked at the one who would be her master and something was off. He was a young man, a handsome one dressed like a dancer, holding her lamp solemnly with his two hands as if handling something precious...and not his. His stance was a little stiff, there was a smile on his face which seemed relaxed, yet frozen and his eyes were glazed, looking empty. Naylee recognized this as something extremely familiar, yet also entirely new to her as the telltale signs were there: the man who rubbed her lamp and released her was in a trance; he was hypnotized. This meant that someone else had commanded him to do this as Naylee began to look around, realizing that she was in an opulent Middle-Eastern palace, the kind of architecture and design that was greatly appreciated by those of her kind, the djinn. About to look around, seeing guards and dancers looking at the scene with both great interest and hypnotic daze, a certain voice came from afar, one with power, intent and beauty behind it.

“Welcome to my palace, little one,” the voice said, feminine in its tone yet filled with a confidence that was not just for show, but which meant something. Naylee looked at the source of this and saw a fair-skinned, red-haired, ponytail-wearing and harem-garbed woman who floated above a little throne, sitting cross-legged as she looked at Naylee with a little smirk on her face, which was hidden beneath a little see-through facial veil. She was the sole one that wasn't hypnotized as she was near a bottle seemingly made of gold and flame, shining and lustrous as both the item nearby and this woman exuded an aura of power but also charisma. She was captivating in more ways than Naylee could describe and it seemed she was quite aware of it too, allowing for a moment of silence to settle in before continuing. “I have heard some tales about you, Naylee, about your recent experiments and your take on it...So tell me, little one...What can you tell me about hypnosis?”

“You're...” Naylee said, the descriptions, legends and feats associated with a redhead djinn with a heavy penchant for hypnosis seemingly being quite apropos considering the situation. She was the hypnotic one, the trickster, the mesmerizing mistress...Yes, Naylee knew who she was. “You're Aliyah!”

“Oh my, it seems like my reputation has preceded me,” the redhead genie said, confirming her identity straight away without taking the effort to deny or subtly tease it. She snapped her fingers and Naylee's lamp went on to pop ono a small rug near Aliyah's bottle, the two djinns now closer as while Naylee was still connected to her lamp, smoke tail and all, Aliyah was seemingly freed from the bottle that was hers. “Now do tell me-”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Aliyah was interrupted by an overly enthusiastic Naylee, not showing terror or even doubt but instead some kind of interest that Aliyah certainly did not expect. “Of course I know you...You're the one who made that genie from the show closer to her master by using hypnosis! You freed an entire nation, married a slave girl, made her the queen and vanquished an evil sultan by using the slave as a catalyst for your mesmerizing techniques! You put an evil drow matriarch back in her place, punishing her for her evil ways by implanting a deep trance within her mind and perceptions!” Naylee said, showing that she was indeed a fan as she was energetic, getting closer to Aliyah as she spoke. “You're amazing! When I learned about hypnosis, I got told about you, I've read about some of the things you did...and while I don't agree with everything...Well I'm just a huge fan, you know! It's really an honor to meet you.”

Aliyah did not quite know how to react to that, not particularly prepared for someone to be so happy to see her despite her reputation. Either other djinns were wary of her, trying to stop her or just trying to grab a piece of what she got, yet Naylee's own enthusiasm could not be faked and it made her feel a little flustered, a little self-conscious which was a very rare sentiment for her. “Well...I...uh...I'm glad you've enjoyed tales of my adventures...” Aliyah retorted, a little at a loss as to what to say to all of this as it seemed like she was indeed getting somewhat lost in this little show she wanted to give to this djinn who was apparently playing in her own domain. Witnessing that she was being observed by all of her slaves, Aliyah clapped her hands, embarrassed as she went on to look at them. “I will have a private chat with my guest. You can all go back to your occupations, which means either relaxation, patrols or training on how to dance for me. Dismissed!”

All the slaves went away, leaving the two djinns alone as Naylee did not even seem to mind them, not even her current master who left the area, the one who she actually had to grant wishes to. She looked at Aliyah, eyes sparkling with joy at seeing a legend in the flesh. “I heard you actually made the life of quite a few kingdoms and its denizens better, that you turned some opponents into different versions of yourself to vanquish them without violence even. You even made a genie factory to help people cursed in their multiversal and transcendental karma, reducing their sentence to a life of bliss and servitude as genies instead of more cruel fates,” Naylee continued, apparently hearing quite a lot of stories and feats performed by Aliyah herself as her tone was particularly happy. “Are all of those tales true?”

“Y...Yes, they are!” Aliyah said, desirous not to disappoint such a clear fan. It was refreshing to be either shunned or avoided, her reputation usually keeping others at bay for fear of being enslaved themselves or attracting others which only wanted to partake in what Aliyah could offer. Words of praise weren't all that plentiful and she was basking in it, albeit in a way that felt reserved at first, yet that facade only lasted a few moments before Aliyah smiled earnestly, warming up to this Naylee. “Don't forget when I defeated that witch to protect one of my wives who lives in the bottle which I keep constantly nearby...Or when I helped unearth the desire for a young artist to transition and get away from constant worries~”

“So I must ask this because it really feels like a huge task but from what I've seen you seem to make it work...How do you keep so many of those you put under happy and content?” Naylee asked, mentioning all those slaves and more that Aliyah keeps around whenever she's in power in those adventures, much like those who greeted her when she was summoned. “It must be a huge responsibility to take care of such a large amount of people!”

“Oh, it is, but it's worth it. The thing about hypnosis is that it's a constant reinforcement, suggestions, commands, sentiments and perceptions twisted and manipulated in order to reinforce positivism to certain concepts, conditioning so to speak,” Aliyah responded, getting to the crux of the matter as she got quite into it, forgoing the initial premise and ambiance she had built with her introduction to partake in a more earnest and direct conversation. “To that, you need to convince them that they need you, that you understand and want what is best for them. This can be achieved through talk and magic, often with great results when combined with seduction of course. You need to associate good feelings, trust and honesty with your intent and your voice too so that when you throw suggestions their way they feel good listening and seeing your way. The trick is to make them feel good through various means...If they deserve it, of course.”

“Yeah, that evil sultan and that mean-spirited drow certainly did earn their fate when you met them,” Naylee added, joining in with a mention to other stories, showing just how much she knew about Aliyah. “But the way you did make others feel better...Well it's really inspired me with how I use hypnosis myself, you know?”

“Do tell,” Aliyah said, adjusting her seated and floating position, getting comfortable as she slouched forward and placed her hands on her knees to have a better posture. “How do you use hypnosis, then? What exactly did I inspire?”

“Well...It's just that I...” Naylee said, seemingly shy now that the spotlight was on her, so to speak. The energetic young djinn was most assuredly not used to be dominant, in a state of power and getting the attention of the mighty and powerful. “I just really like it when I see them smile, forgetting their worries and troubles, just letting go of anxiety and smiling so eagerly, their eyes either glazing, spiraling or swirling. It's really something I enjoy doing...You know...Making them feel good?”

“I get what you mean,” Aliyah said, smirking in delight as she did understand perfectly what Naylee was describing. Seeing someone gleefully accept, falling into a trance with pure bliss on their mind was indeed a treat and Aliyah never tired seeing these kinds of reactions. “I don't believe in violence for the sake of intimidation, of revenge or to destroy someone. I much prefer to soothe friends, masters and enemies alike, to be known as someone who brings pleasure and peace to all, no matter how I'm perceived. So seeing someone so elated with the idea of following my commands, of accepting my power and influence is indeed very, very nice to see.”

“For me, it's really witnessing how I'm helping them, how I'm relieving them of all that is awful, of all that is stressful and filled with despair. It's so hard for everyone, be it a mortal or otherwise, to attain serenity, you know?” Naylee explained, getting more confident as she conversed with Aliyah, her earnest attitude most assuredly being very interesting to see. “And when someone is hypnotized, they can be made honest with who they are, what they want and what they love...It's a very liberating experience and it really helps me in my djinn services.”

“My, you're quite precious, aren't you?” Aliyah teased, decidedly not expecting that kind of thing when it came to another djinn using hypnosis. “I admit I've used it more often to get what I want and to gain a certain degree of freedom, which is constantly being threatened by multiple sources anyway, but I do like your way of thinking too in a way.”

“Oh, I know, I kinda hated you at first when I saw you abuse your powers and the rules...but then I saw a pattern and extrapolated from there,” Naylee admitted, calming herself down as to reveal such a thing was not exactly nice or flattering, two things she preferred to be at all times when she could help it. “You never brought harm, nor did you seemed to just leave those you hypnotized behind, the innocents and those who could benefit from your help. In a way, you're protecting your independence and merely trying to enjoy something you love, sharing it with others. It's sometimes down in a clumsy way...but then again not only isn't anyone hurt...but they seem happy as well.”

“That is both generous and kind of damning, I must say,” Aliyah said, getting a little more cunning as she was quite curious as to what Naylee might say next. “So tell me...what makes you think they're happy under me and that they're not just hypnotized to think that way?”

“For starter, I'd say the fact that you were actually nice to me, that you weren't in complete control of the situation and conversation makes me think that you play a role for the most part, one that you love to play yet that is still just that...a role,” Naylee began to explain, herself getting a little more confident now, as if a certain switch within herself was turned on, forgoing shyness for something a touch more direct. “The glimmer in the dancer's eyes, the smile on his face and how you asked for them to do what they normally should, which shows respect for who they are and what they do on a regular basis shows a certain respect to their original being. I could also sense a certain earnestness and satisfaction whenever you talked about yourself in response to to my praise and assessment, which told me you liked to hear someone say nice things about you, as if someone finally understood you after so long...Those are the signs of someone who still requires approval, which means you are uncertain and insecure in some aspects, as if judged by some higher standards that you're trying so desperately to meet. In fact, I'd even say you're struggling with hypnosis, yet always indulging in it which eats at your own soul and hearing me say all these things removed a weight from your shoulder...Am I right so far?”

Aliyah had never heard such things before. Some of it sounded preposterous, downright aggravating. It made her feel like less than who she thought she was but on the other hand it seemed...right? As if someone was seeing her for the first time in centuries, not just the reputation or the known kinks but the actual Aliyah, buried deep beneath it all. Insulted, impressed, dumbstruck, Aliyah took a few moments to gather her thoughts as she had much to think about before she chuckled a little and then looked at Naylee with a little smile, as if she herself understood something too. “Now...I will repeat my first question...What can you tell me about hypnosis?”

“It's a form of suggestion, one that uses conditioning and specific techniques to simulate stimulation of the subconscious, putting the others into a semi-sleep state in which they are vulnerable to outside thoughts and influence,” Naylee said, going for a more academic response, yet this was a more clinical and almost cold response to the question asked. “But if I were to answer with my feelings...It's a gift. Control and freedom, albeit the twin sides of both concepts. Taking control and giving control, removing freedom and gaining freedom. It is the most intimate trust, an almost-sacred bond when used in a consensual and beautiful fashion, but also a lesson when used otherwise, a chance for correction through bliss instead of pain.”

“Such beautiful answers, very thought-out,” Aliyah commented, her voice tinted with a touch of sarcasm as she bent forward and looked Naylee in the eyes. “Now tell me what you love about it...honestly.”

Those eyes, that red and piercing gaze seemed much too powerful up close, drilling and pushing at those thoughts and resistance in such a way as to make it seem inevitable to answer the truth in such a way that even shame would not be an obstacle. No, she needed to tell the truth, no matter how ugly it might seem. “I like...to make other people happy, to make sure they get it despite themselves. So many people are paranoid, downright hateful when they could be so much more if they were honest with themselves, if they went for what they truly sought instead of what is expected of them,” Naylee began to say, her mouth moving on its own at first, yet it felt easy to keep it going as the beautiful, sumptuous and deep eyes of Aliyah encouraged her to continue speaking. “I want to make more and more people happy with hypnosis...I love using it, either through seduction or magic...It makes me feel powerful and those under my power are happy, blissful, relaxed and it soothes me, makes me feel as if I transcended to another level of djinnhood...I'd even love to indulge in it with a harem of people who want it, who loves being hypnotized...who seeks solace in trances...Who wants to indulge in it as much as I want to...”

SNAP!

Aliyah bent back to her original position as she smirked, looking at Naylee as the blue-skinned djinn regained her senses, realizing what had just happened. “You...you managed to...”

“But of course...You trusted me, thought you understood me and as such your trust in who I am and what I could do was already set, which made it easy for me to put you under by using my powers of persuasion and charm on you...But you are right about much about me in some way...” Aliyah began to say, feeling the tides turn in terms of assessment as she gained the upper hand in telling some deep truths about Naylee. “We are alike in many ways, albeit I do have to say your motives of still serving are quite intriguing. I had brought you here, making servants search for your lamp in order to perhaps mellow down your own penchant for hypnosis should it prove threatening to me. After all, too many hypnotic djinns would be bad as the ones above us all would deem it necessary to act...But I do believe we can co-exist and even become very good friends.”

Naylee knew not what to make of that as she had been hypnotized, something she never thought could be possible in such a direct and obvious manner, yet here they were as she regained her senses and began to piece everything together. They had chatted, analyzed the other, challenged their perceptions of themselves and then eventually Naylee was hypnotized...and yet they could be friends. Naylee ought to be more careful, she thought, but she was also an optimist and a fan no matter what Aliyah said as she smiled with glee. “Of course. It would be my pleasure~”

“Fantastic...So here is the deal, my dear Naylee...” Aliyah said, approaching her as she placed one arm around Naylee's shoulders, getting much closer as she invaded the other djinn's personal space. “I've been told what you can do, what you've done and I used scrying spells to check you out. I like you, I like what I see, your potential...but you need to up your game. There are so many ways you could be putting people under...More creatives methods...More efficient inductions...The whole thing.”

Naylee did not exactly know what Aliyah was getting at as the red-head genie went on to clap her hands twice, sending a tiny magical waves through them as she called for someone without saying a word. The being in question, coming through that door, was the dancer who had summoned Naylee, her current master so to speak. He kneeled in front of both djinns, eyeing Aliyah with his glazed look, awaiting for further instructions.

“I will take you as my apprentice from now on and I'll upgrade you, teach you everything I know...and Agrim here, your current master as per the rules, will help you out as best he can...You will indulge him just as he will indulge you and you shall both bring the best in each other,” Aliyah decreed, smiling at this development that surprised even her as she had only brought in Naylee for the purpose of enthralling her and nothing more...Yet now she had made friend and perhaps precious ally in this guest of hers. “I shall teach you lessons and then you'll practice them in front of Agrim as often as is needed.”

“But...Can Agrim even disagree with this? He is hypnotized, of course, but does he actually want for this to happen?” Naylee asked, not entirely comfortable with this as she eyed Aliyah with worry, yet it was Agrim's voice which responded first to this query.

“I was no one, a mere beggar before this happened. When Aliyah took power here, summoned by a prince now enslaved to her will and unable to be cruel and a despot, she has given roles to all as well as food, shelter and bliss,” he went on to say, his voice unfaltering and without hesitation in the slightest. “To be under her power is a privilege, a token of peace when compared to the harsh conditions I was in before in the dungeons, stuck there merely because I was poor and destitute. If helping you helps her, then I shall give it my all.”

“Trust but verify, I see,” Aliyah said, understanding that no matter how good-hearted Naylee was, the reputation that stuck with her was nevertheless something that Aliyah would be unable to push away. “So do not worry, have fun...but be serious as I want to see you shine in pure mesmerizing light, to place those who gaze and listen in hypnotic bliss of the highest caliber...You have tons of potential...Now let's see you unleash it~”

At first it was awkward, Naylee looking at her current master who ought also be her training partner as she did use hypnosis on occasion, yet never all that often after what happened with the one who awakened that passion in her, Bill Clabtrie. They were left in a room together, expectations being high with Aliyah watching for now, eager to see the level and how her current apprentice would fare in such a situation. Naylee sighed and then looked at Agrim, not entirely comfortable with the situation at first. “I...Are you sure you...”

“Tell me what is wrong, mistress,” Agrim said, already calling Naylee that, himself already aware of how this relationship would turn out, skipping a few steps already in the nomenclature. “You seem hesitant. As I said, I fully expect for myself to end up hypnotized and subservient to your will, so there is no reason to be-”

“It's just that when I did it, my past master had wished for it, thus I was compelled to do so. I loved every single moments of it, but it was according to his desires and my duty...I'm just...” Naylee explained, struggling to do so the more it went on as she knew Aliyah was watching and she did not want to disappoint her, especially after gaining the role of student to her sumptuous and mesmerizing ways. “I could do it...but it would go against everything I...”

“I understand...Very well then,” Agrim said, looking at the lamp and how Naylee was still connected to it, piecing the puzzle together despite how absolutely out of it he seemed in his eyes. “I wish for you to practice hypnosis on me as often as is required for you to become an expert, a true mistress of the enthralling arts.”

She was compelled to grant it as something unlocked within Naylee, not just the desire to make this wish a reality but to give it her all as it did stimulate her. It gave her flashbacks of back when she started, reading all those books and scrolls on the subject as she then moved toward Agrim and then grabbed his chin gently, bringing his eyes closer to hers. “Your wish is my command...master~” she said with a tone that radiated with magic and sensuality, the kind that could melt anyone's heart as spirals appeared in her gaze which went on to pierce his in such a way as to be all-encompassing. “Now do please stare into the spiral...Let it flow into you for me...”

Agrim did as he was commanded, of course, his own sight locked onto those spirals which were green, pink and yellow. Naylee went on to wrap her tail around him, moving in such a way as to be comforting but also bound to him as well while she brought her eyes closer to his. “You're starting to feel immensely relaxed, your muscles losing their tension as you know I've got you, that my eyes are draining everything bad, painful and undesirable,” Naylee continued, feeling indeed that Agrim was agreeing with what she said not in words, but in deed as he was soft and meek now, the perfect prey if she was a predator. Her tail held him, the smoke thick and strong enough to act like a floating cushion for his limp body. “Now fall into a nice little trance, deep and beautiful, irresistible and blissful so as to indulge in this for me, for the one who shall be your mistress~”

He was in a daze, his own body swaying feebly as his smile peaked, his eyes mimicked hers, their glazed-over appearance gone to be replaced by those spirals. He was leaning against her smoke tail, looking at her as if he was not just entranced, but in love as Naylee smirked gloriously at that sight. This was what she wanted to see, to share with others as she adored this. “Fall into a deep sleep, into a tight dream of myself and my eyes. The more you think of me, the more I'll fill in the role of a mistress in your heart, the one who owns you and which shall give you commands...And you'll cherish this completely, smitten in all ways in your mind and soul~”

Aliyah ceased the exercise quickly, clapping her hands as Agrim returned to his previous state in a flash, the spirals gone and his stance regaining its strength as he was indeed, first and foremost, her slave. She snapped her fingers and puffed him out of Naylee's grasp as she then sighed, as if something was bothering her. “Very well, let me give you my assessment,” she began to say, looking at Agrim before resuming. “I'll go with the positives at first. Your voice, its sensual tone...it works very well. It's clear that the sound of your words are alluring and that it is a huge advantage. You also showed great initiative with contact, using your appeal to seal his movements but also take control of this physically. Those things were good...The rest, though...”

Surprisingly, it was Agrim who went on to speak up, continuing what Aliyah said, which surprised Naylee. “The eyes part, while good on occasion, is a bit of a classic and it would have been nice to see you get creative. I am weak-willed and an addict to the feelings of hypnosis, it is true, but some more efforts on that part would have been nice,” he explained, showcasing that despite it all he had been quite aware for the duration of this practice session. “Your words lack depth as well. You went with easy sentences, basic understanding being great but your suggestions were too simple. You need to push forth the induced into a labyrinth of their own mind, shape the induction in such a way as to be powerful, inevitable and yet impossibly seductive and charming. There were a few notions of that, but far too few to be as effective as it could be.”

To be schooled by the one whom Naylee had figured would be just a tool for her exercises felt rather weird, with Aliyah nodding toward Agrim as despite his whole disposition, he was sound of mind. “He might be easily hypnotized, seeking it, but he has also been the test subject of many of my techniques, of my strongest spells and hypnotic arsenal. As such, he knows what he likes, what works and what doesn't,” Aliyah continued, going from a stern expression to a more gentle one, as if the lesson was over as she then smirked. “Let me show you just a little something that can be done, an example.”

She turned toward Agrim and stayed in her cross-legged position, floating above the ground as she went on to get just a little higher, putting her midriff at his eye level. “I want you to look at my belly, slave,” she went on to say, already directing a command toward him without too much fuss and artifice. Her voice was strong and confident, yet also a touch sexy as she used her hand to slightly caress her belly, teasing him with the crimson belly gem in question. “Let your eyes move to the curves of my smooth stomach. My skin, luscious and flawless, draws you in a road your eyes cannot help but take, appreciating every inches of my supple and delightful abdomen. It is so beautiful, so pristine, that it grows impossible to go on and even look away anymore. You're caught in my spell, my belly claiming you in such a way that it feels good to just stare at it for even a second~”

Agrim adjusted his position, doing so slowly as he slouched forward. The pace of this adjustment was so small, so light that it was almost indiscernible as his eyes glazed over even further while they were transfixed on the abdomen of Aliyah. It did not even move, did not even sway or anything of the sort as it was perfectly still, the only thing making it move just a touch being her breathing. “As it breathes in and out, your whole world if pushed out and pulled in to its rhythm as your own breathing matches it without any effort. You are a prisoner of my flesh, but it is such a tantalizing prospect, a fascinating little sight that this thought does not even register as bad, but rather as an excellent prospect,” Aliyah continued, letting Agrim do all the moving needed as he was very close to her abdomen right now, something invisible disallowing him to go all the way and go in contact with it, yet obviously desiring it with just a glance at him. “Every seconds which passed made my belly claim you...But then again it's been so long that you haven't kept track, haven't you? So lost in a beautiful trance, in a splendid mesmerizing moment that you're realizing just how deeply hypnotized you are, how much under my sexy power you've become...And it feels great. It is the very best feeling in the world and as the trail finishes...Your gaze will finally lock onto the grand finale, the sumptuous goal...my belly gem~”

It sparkled so flawlessly, the shiny ruby adorning her navel being indeed a magnet for gazes and light as it did not move, yet it didn't need to. Agrim was looking at it as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world and to his eyes...it was. “Every facets, all the depth of its crimson color absorb your resistance, your reluctance, your will and thus I claim it as mine...I take it, but you're also giving it to me~” Aliyah continued, pushing her belly forward a little, a mere few inches separating his face and her midriff so as to tantalize him to the very limit. “You're giving everything to me, a tribute to the one whom you adore, worship and obey...The one you shall forever call your mistress as it becomes apparent already that you're my slave, my plaything, my property...And as you understand and accept it, you put on a little token gesture by kissing the belly which claimed your heart, your mind and your soul...So go ahead...kiss my belly, slave~”

Agrim obeyed, his lips meeting this tender and luscious flesh as he felt an elation, one that was visible on his face as Aliyah went on to smirk. “Words are extremely important. A good vocabulary and an understanding of the many appeals of a perfectly-sculpted body, of one's power and the perceptions that can be twisted is essential. I did not move, merely gave him a focus and used everything about that specific thing he was looking at to ensure a nice trance, implanting thoughts and suggestions to subdue his rational mind and his feelings in the same manner. Do you have any questions?”

Naylee would have had some questions if she wasn't transfixed on Aliyah's belly, apparently in a slight mesmeric daze as Aliyah chuckled and then snapped her fingers, essentially awaking the other djinn from her light trance. “Uh...what? What happened?”

“We're gonna need to work on your resistance as well, it seems,” Aliyah said, amused by this as she was fired up now, this little project of her getting interesting as she never did have a pupil before, yet there was a first time for everything it seemed. “So here's what's going to happen. We'll go with practical exercises and lessons with Agrim, then we'll take turns trying to hypnotize one another. If you can manage to hypnotize me once, then you'll have passed and your lessons shall be over. Does that sound reasonable to you?”

To actually beat Aliyah at her own game seemed like a great challenge as Naylee felt she had indeed much to learn. A little embarrassed that she had been hypnotized so easily herself, just about to try kissing Aliyah's belly herself, she nonetheless vowed to become better, doing all in her power to achieve that goal. As such, they started the training as first Agrim had to be hypnotized, with Aliyah teaching approaches and techniques, subtleties and even choice words to use in order to achieve the best results. Hypnosis was truly a self-convincing game, albeit their own magic was a boon that very few hypnotists possessed and that could come to their advantage. Changing the terrain, the environment, clothes, details and other such things could provide an unbalance, a skip in how the target could keep track of things. The key was to instill doubt and hesitation, then to quickly fill it with words, suggestions and ideas so as to make certain concepts feel more real. Trust and appreciation needed to be instilled so as to make themselves look more credible, which only heightened their influence. As such, suggestions sent in the way of questions, very vague yet easily malleable ideas and of course peace and relaxation were potent tools, all for the sake of instilling a nice trance.

Seduction was another tool too, a very effective one. To actually want the hypnotist, to tease, to playfully charm and to give way to desire was something which ought be used. Fetishes could be exploited, even installed with enough skills, as sexuality was almost essential to get some targets. Their flawless physique, which they could change at anytime anyway, was an incredible gift much as their clothes were. The idea of the belly dancer, the harem servant, the djinn were all based on subservience, which could give way to the person being hypnotized falsely thinking that they were in charge, which gave them power that they did not truly have, a false confidence that could be easily taken advantage of. A good dance, titillating and sensual, a shaking of one's chest, a come-hither gesture and look, a smile, a passionate gaze...All of these could be used much like Aliyah had done with her belly at the start.

Days turned into weeks, into months and then years as Naylee learned quite a great many things. How to use illusions to further the experience and to give it an ethereal and dream-like quality. The best way to use her smoke, how to manipulate it into swirls and how even her scent could be an especially practical tool. How to use any focus and to use her voice to make it so anything could be the most fascinating object in the world. She trained hard with Agrim, who always fell prey to her techniques and charms, yet her duels with Aliyah never got in her favor, always ending up with her being bested by the champion of hypnosis herself. She was ever the one to submit, to call her mistress until she was waken up, feeling a sense of wonder but also frustration as she wanted to win...yet she needed more practice. Soon, she developed her own style, her own techniques and she saw how she could use what she knew, what she felt to her own advantage. She wasn't Aliyah, nor would she ever be. She was someone else entirely and it was okay. She grew in confidence, in appreciation and as she got accustomed to this palace life she knew what she wanted, what her dreams were and this only got her more resolve, more determination. Until one night... She challenged Aliyah anew, going there by herself instead of waiting for her teacher to start it.

“How bold of you to do this...but if you're so eager to fall prey to my technique and my beauty again...be my guest~” Aliyah said, confident and looking at Naylee with a smirk. Some might call this arrogance, a boast made to belittle Naylee, yet all knew better as this was part of the game, posturing and making claims. It was a battle of wits and of will as the two of them gazed upon the other, waiting for an opportunity to strike. However, something had changed with Naylee as Aliyah witnessed something different, a slightly new look at on her blue skin, near her hips could be found four little markings in gold, curved thick lines which laid at the bottom of her hips and slighty upward of them. “Trying for a change to your look, I see...”

This was the opening that Naylee wanted as she had tried to go for accessories multiple time, yet Aliyah never did get tricked by those as instead she got some slight adjustment to her appearance. “It does look pretty on me, right?” she said cheerfully, nonchalantly even as she then went on to make those line moves, making them converge like little snakes toward her navel. Never touching her belly button, those lines took their place and then swirled around it, creating a focal point on her abdomen as Naylee took deep breaths to pull in and push out her stomach, going for a direct assault on Aliyah. “I mean, gold on blue works very well, the two complementing each other very nicely. They make each other pop out, creating a cold and warm little feeling that is very soothing to the eyes, wouldn't you agree?”

They were indeed pretty colors as Aliyah was more partial to warm colors like red and yellow to go with her fair skin, but the gold did agree with Naylee's blue skin. The way those lines moved smoothly, softly even did make it so the curves of her belly, of her hips, were more noticeable as the beauty of that waistline, of that soft-looking abdomen was more apparent with those golden leylines. “It does look quite good on you, I must admit,” Aliyah went on to compliment her, meaning it as she could see what Naylee was trying to do now, finding it almost cute in a way. “Gold is such a nice metal, shiny and precious.”

This cemented the fact that Aliyah was looking as Naylee had baited her successfully, going in for something unexpected as there were four circles swirling around her navel. She changed the size of a few of them, going in for a temporary flux in terms of appearances as she gave a different rhythm and speed to each of them. One was very fast, another very slow and so forth, creating something hard to focus upon...yet which made it so her navel was even more the focal point now. “It makes it seem as if everything was being drawn in my navel, as if it were the center of my power and my beauty, doesn't it? Everything just spins around and around, never stopping, yet my pretty belly button is ever immobile, so easy to just stare at without having any hints of dizziness or vertigo. It really would be a potent hypnotic technique, wouldn't you agree?”

It would indeed as Aliyah could see that creating instability and then putting an emphasis on the one stable element while adding sensuality to the mix could be quite effective. There was something to be proud of as she saw how creative and resourceful her student turned out to be. In fact, Aliyah did enjoy Naylee's company quite a lot and as she thought of this she unwittingly started to follow Naylee's own breathing, her pace matching hers flawlessly. “Absolutely. I'd even go as far as say that with the element of surprise it would give out an almost assured result,” Aliyah added, inspecting the technique just a little more to see if there wasn't anything more to it, just to be sure.

“The target would probably feel very good while looking at this, secure as while everything spins around, the shiny gold distracting them and ever visible, at the very least my smooth blue skin and my gorgeous navel would give them something to stabilize them, to secure them as they'd listen to my voice, relaxing, breathing in and out so softly,” Naylee continued, her own excitement growing as she tried to keep herself in check. To be in control of others, one needed to be in control of themselves as she kept her breathing steady, her voice even and yet sensual as she took deeper breaths, pushing and pulling her stomach in an almost exaggerated fashion now. “They'd follow my lead, listen to my beautiful voice, feel so at ease as their breath would be the exact same as mine. They would appreciate the technique more and more, realizing just how sumptuous my midriff is, how delightful my abdomen can be. Their gaze would be sucked away, lost in the whirlpool of gold and yet secure within my navel. Even if they did try to look away, the gold would catch them and gently return them to the center, to my deep and hypnotic navel~”

It was true that it was ingenious as Aliyah looked a little up and yet her gaze kept coming down. Whenever she averted her gaze she felt dizzy, a little groggy, gold and swirls obscuring her view in such a way that it felt much better, much safer to just look at that navel instead of anything else. “Yes...I see what you mean...”

That little hesitation, that pause gave Naylee all the information she needed as she then began to sway her hips, moving them from side to side in a slow and languorous fashion so as to be seductive, completely charming. The golden lines were stretched much like her belly was, subjugated to the pull and push of her waist and hips as it created little waves on her sides, her hips essentially adding an especially strong pull to that vision of blue and gold. “Then I could go on and dance, tease them further, instill a desire within them that would grow and grow, keeping them aroused and under my sexy spell. Their attraction would only grow, much like their appreciation as they'd look in awe, beginning to think of nothing else, no one else but me...” Naylee continued to say, talking as if it was but a casual conversation yet now Aliyah's gaze had not moved from her belly for quite a while. Her stance was a little more relaxed as her breathing perfectly matched hers, going for large pushes and pulls as if they were both in the first stage of rolling their belly together. “It would grow impossible to think of anything else but the dance, that belly, those golden lines, my voice and my flawless appearance. All of these would be linked to hypnosis, to beauty, to pure appeal in the most amazing of ways as the one watching would be helplessly mesmerized...and loving it~”

It would indeed be a very soothing and incredible experience, a true nirvana of bliss and pleasure as Aliyah smiled, putting herself in the role of someone who would fall prey to such a technique. It was so simple, yet the sheer confidence and allure that Naylee now possessed would make this simply irresistible nevertheless. “Yes...I see...what you mean~”

Then Naylee went on to roll her belly, adding waves and undulations on her supple stomach as the golden lines and her navel seemed to make it so everything felt both out-of-focus and yet laser-tight. “Oh yes, and by that point even if they realized they were being enslaved, hypnotized, drained of their will it would be too late as they'd even be looking forward to it. They'd have been looking for so long, being pulled in so deep that their trance would be too tight and strong for them to do anything about it,” Naylee continued, getting closer as she rolled her belly slowly and sensually. Aliyah began to slouch forward, her smile getting wider while her eyes began to emit slight swirls of blue and gold, essentially in a deep trance right now, unbeknownst to her. “They'd grow to love it, seek it more, even see things that weren't there before and they'd get closer, smell by scent, feel that dance fill their vision and mind with every waves on my stomach washing away worries, doubts and reservations. They'd be helpless, powerless and adoring that sensation to their core as they'd soon grow to want me as their mistress...and see themselves as slaves~”

Her belly was growing, Naylee's appearance turning gigantic as Aliyah could imagine how a simple mortal would be overwhelmed. Vision of that dancing belly filling everything, blue and gold never mixing together, deep navels essentially sucking willpower away in a sea of bliss as she said nothing, her own imagination fueling that scenario with the glee one might feel while under such a superb technique.

“And then, without being able to do anything about it, they'd want to submit, to become mine completely just to get more of this, to thank me for this unique experience,” Naylee said, approaching her belly even closer as she smirked, barely able to keep herself in check anymore. “Their lips would move close to my belly, the object of fascination and hypnotic power, and they'd plant a kiss on it, sealing their fate with the utmost glee, offering themselves as my slave now and forever~”

Oh yes, she could picture this, feeling so nice and warm and controlled as the one under this spell would just be unable to keep themselves away from that divine belly and that golden dizziness. Their lips would move on their own, desirous to taste this ruinous ecstasy as she herself went on to approach it, unaware of what she was doing until...

SNAP!

Aliyah returned to her senses as she felt dizzy, groggy and yet downright pleasant as a wave of euphoria went on to appear and then to feel diminished very quickly. She looked at her position, at Naylee's smile and fully realized what had happened as she felt flustered, then embarrassed and then absolutely happy as she went on to hug Naylee tightly and swiftly. “You did it! You actually went on and did it!” she exclaimed, apparently very happy to have lost to her student as she released Naylee from her embrace, her smile bright, wide and genuine as the glimmer of excitation filled her eyes. “This was so amazing. It has been so long since I was hypnotized and you did it so well! Because you knew I was confident, you projected the role of victim below me, letting me picture it and then insert myself in it without my knowledge...and you used all those lessons I taught you and even more. Oh, I'm so proud of you!”

The childlike wonder, the trepidation on Aliyah's face was more than she could manage as Naylee stopped those swirls and instead went on to smile with glee herself, getting caught in the momentum of this joyous occasion. “I know! I tried to hard to make you see as a victim yet you're so strong-minded and aware that I had to implement a third role, only for you to picture it instead of seeing yourself falling prey to my technique. I also used my body and my powers and I'm so excited to have won, finally!”

The two of them excitedly chatted it up, reminiscing over all those lessons and those happy moments where they had been friends, students and teachers, rivals and even so much more as eventually, Aliyah went on to stop all of this to be a little more solemn, the curve of her smile still seen despite it all. “You have graduated, then. You are not only fully capable, but I know that you can grow even stronger still. You have impressed me greatly and thus I shall grant you a gift: one of my titles, freely given to you as a reward for not only meeting my expectations but surpassing them in many ways,” Aliyah said, summoning a little orb in which runes were swirling inside and around. Titles, much like names, could only be given and earned and in some ways it could be literal in djinn culture. To receive a title was a great honor and one of the most incredible gift a djinn could give to another, which made this moment all the more important for the both of them. “You have a kind heart, a gentle disposition and the ways I know you shall use your gift to grant relief and compassion to others fills me with pride. Of my many titles, I feel this one shall suit you very, very well as people shall now know you as that from now on...”

The orb penetrated Naylee's body through her chest as it radiated, then subsided as Naylee knew that she had a title, that she had gained it rightfully and by efforts on her parts. She was no longer just Naylee, a djinn like any others in some respects. She was now Naylee...the Hypnodjinn. She loved the sound of it, the significance of that moniker as it was a link between Aliyah and her, but also a symbol of her love for hypnotism for its potential.

“Now tell me, Naylee, my dear friend...What shall you do now?” Aliyah asked, indeed curious about whatever she wished to do, hoping that she would come to stay yet aware that this was but a dream and nothing more.

“I will grant the other two wishes that Agrim has a right to...And then I will try to follow your lead yet do things my own way as I shall build my lamp to be a palace and haven for those with the same love we share for the mesmerizing arts. I will spread happiness, joy and pleasure through your lessons and my will,” Naylee said, having thought long and hard about it and feeling that this was right, that this is what she wanted most. She hadn't changed all that much, yet now she was more resolute, more self-certain about it all. She still wanted to do good, to be the best djinn she could be...but as the Hypnodjinn now.

“Then I shall oblige you, Naylee,” Agrim said, arriving in the room as he had been waiting outside, ever so curious to see just how this duel would end with Naylee being its instigator this time around. “I know what my wishes are and I will tell you now. I wish for you to ever find those with love for hypnosis, that needs it to become better so that your gifts and your passion may forever be shared...And I wish to become the first to inhabit your lamp with you. Those are my desires, made clear.”

To the surprise of Aliyah and Naylee, Agrim had decided to remove himself from his service to Aliyah as Naylee felt the compulsion to grant those wishes, energy exiting her body in a bang that traveled through the omniverse as she felt now attuned to the demand for hypnosis...and then Aliyah approached Agrim with a curious look on her face.

“I see...so even you have realized her full potential...Or perhaps you've grown tired of me?” she said, looking down on him as she floated above, a smirk on her face.

“No, my mistress. My service to you is unending...but I have grown massively curious about Naylee, my other mistress, and my desire to see what becomes of her is too strong,” he went on to explain, feeling great shame at apparently disappointing Aliyah. “You have my most sincere apologies, my mis-”

“Oh it's alright. I could see in your eyes that you loved her gentle methods as she developed. So long as you're happy and that you come visit from time to time...You have my blessing~” Aliyah said, chuckling softly as if she did not mind too much about what was happening. “You better treat him right, though, and come visit me on occasion whenever you get the chance. For now I'll watch from time to time, eager to see what my first and only pupil will accomplish with time~”

“I will,” Naylee said, feeling the pull of her lamp as she was slowly sucked back inside along with Agrim, her time to depart being near. “Thank you for everything, Aliyah. It was very nice to get to know you better and to see the real, beautiful and compassionate you. You have my utmost gratitude and I will retu-”

And by then the lamp had sucked Naylee back in, dissipating from the palace in which Aliyah resided for now. Sitting back above her throne, Aliyah summoned her servants as she felt proud but also somewhat sad now that Naylee was gone. However, she was a djinn and she would live for a very, very long time still and thus she knew they'd meet again eventually, the both of them having grown even further. Perhaps she'd even go back to serving masters and mistresses again in some time should she feel like it. For now, there was only one thing of interest for her.

And it was to see what would happen now that she unleashed such a potent force in the omniverse, that of Naylee the Hypnodjinn.

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I am immensely happy and proud to have this in my gallery.

Zaionczyk , also known as Sue Chan in some circles, had an immense impact in my life. Seeing her art, specifically her genie and hypnosis art, was a revelation. As if something I struggled to comprehend, or dismissed entirely, was shown right in my face for me to understand, accept and cherish. Yes, I did love belly dancers, genies and the orientalism in their aesthetics. Yes, I had a fascination for hypnosis. Yes, there were other people who shared this and could even combine all of these things together. Witnessing her illustrations, her entire body of work, made me discover quite a few things about myself.

Truth be told, without Sue Chan, there wouldn't be an IncredibleIntruder.

Her genie character, which I nicknamed Aliyah for the sake of my stories, was an icon to me. The hypnotic genie, the one who turned the table, who got away from servitude and hypnotized masters and mistresses to her own advantage. It was such a powerful concept and her design was so nice, so sexy, that I just couldn't push her away from my mind, and thus I wrote stories featuring her, with Sue Chan giving permission each time.

Now, Naylee, who was directly inspired from Aliyah, is shown in there, interacting with the genie that started it all, drawn by the exact artist who had such a profound effect. It's a dream come true. Really.

So thank you, Sue Chan. It's a lovely piece and I sure hope you'll take the time to read the story I wrote too.

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THE MENTOR AND THE APPRENTICE

Naylee was waiting for her lamp to be rubbed.

She was doing so patiently, the inside of her lamp filled with close to nothing save what she felt she needed and deserved. Some space, cushions, a hookah to pass the time and nothing else. She was frugal that way, believing in the old ways of subservience, of restraint when it came being a djinn. Sure, she could do miracles and twist reality, but that didn't mean she had to be pompous and arrogant about it too, she thought, as she lounged, half-drowsy as the atmosphere in her containment item certainly made it easy to slumber peacefully. About to get some rest for however long it would take to be summoned again, the lamp shook to indicate that she was indeed being invoked, someone finding her. A very lucky person would get their three wishes and she'd make sure they'd have exactly what was needed as she got out from the tip, a compulsion helping her in that feat as she twirled, manifested into mist which turned into her real shape as she then bowed, closing her eyes in pure reverence.

“Oh, master. I am Naylee, the djinn of the lamp. I shall grant you three wishes. Name them and they shall be-”

She did not finish her sentence as she looked at the one who would be her master and something was off. He was a young man, a handsome one dressed like a dancer, holding her lamp solemnly with his two hands as if handling something precious...and not his. His stance was a little stiff, there was a smile on his face which seemed relaxed, yet frozen and his eyes were glazed, looking empty. Naylee recognized this as something extremely familiar, yet also entirely new to her as the telltale signs were there: the man who rubbed her lamp and released her was in a trance; he was hypnotized. This meant that someone else had commanded him to do this as Naylee began to look around, realizing that she was in an opulent Middle-Eastern palace, the kind of architecture and design that was greatly appreciated by those of her kind, the djinn. About to look around, seeing guards and dancers looking at the scene with both great interest and hypnotic daze, a certain voice came from afar, one with power, intent and beauty behind it.

“Welcome to my palace, little one,” the voice said, feminine in its tone yet filled with a confidence that was not just for show, but which meant something. Naylee looked at the source of this and saw a fair-skinned, red-haired, ponytail-wearing and harem-garbed woman who floated above a little throne, sitting cross-legged as she looked at Naylee with a little smirk on her face, which was hidden beneath a little see-through facial veil. She was the sole one that wasn't hypnotized as she was near a bottle seemingly made of gold and flame, shining and lustrous as both the item nearby and this woman exuded an aura of power but also charisma. She was captivating in more ways than Naylee could describe and it seemed she was quite aware of it too, allowing for a moment of silence to settle in before continuing. “I have heard some tales about you, Naylee, about your recent experiments and your take on it...So tell me, little one...What can you tell me about hypnosis?”

“You're...” Naylee said, the descriptions, legends and feats associated with a redhead djinn with a heavy penchant for hypnosis seemingly being quite apropos considering the situation. She was the hypnotic one, the trickster, the mesmerizing mistress...Yes, Naylee knew who she was. “You're Aliyah!”

“Oh my, it seems like my reputation has preceded me,” the redhead genie said, confirming her identity straight away without taking the effort to deny or subtly tease it. She snapped her fingers and Naylee's lamp went on to pop ono a small rug near Aliyah's bottle, the two djinns now closer as while Naylee was still connected to her lamp, smoke tail and all, Aliyah was seemingly freed from the bottle that was hers. “Now do tell me-”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Aliyah was interrupted by an overly enthusiastic Naylee, not showing terror or even doubt but instead some kind of interest that Aliyah certainly did not expect. “Of course I know you...You're the one who made that genie from the show closer to her master by using hypnosis! You freed an entire nation, married a slave girl, made her the queen and vanquished an evil sultan by using the slave as a catalyst for your mesmerizing techniques! You put an evil drow matriarch back in her place, punishing her for her evil ways by implanting a deep trance within her mind and perceptions!” Naylee said, showing that she was indeed a fan as she was energetic, getting closer to Aliyah as she spoke. “You're amazing! When I learned about hypnosis, I got told about you, I've read about some of the things you did...and while I don't agree with everything...Well I'm just a huge fan, you know! It's really an honor to meet you.”

Aliyah did not quite know how to react to that, not particularly prepared for someone to be so happy to see her despite her reputation. Either other djinns were wary of her, trying to stop her or just trying to grab a piece of what she got, yet Naylee's own enthusiasm could not be faked and it made her feel a little flustered, a little self-conscious which was a very rare sentiment for her. “Well...I...uh...I'm glad you've enjoyed tales of my adventures...” Aliyah retorted, a little at a loss as to what to say to all of this as it seemed like she was indeed getting somewhat lost in this little show she wanted to give to this djinn who was apparently playing in her own domain. Witnessing that she was being observed by all of her slaves, Aliyah clapped her hands, embarrassed as she went on to look at them. “I will have a private chat with my guest. You can all go back to your occupations, which means either relaxation, patrols or training on how to dance for me. Dismissed!”

All the slaves went away, leaving the two djinns alone as Naylee did not even seem to mind them, not even her current master who left the area, the one who she actually had to grant wishes to. She looked at Aliyah, eyes sparkling with joy at seeing a legend in the flesh. “I heard you actually made the life of quite a few kingdoms and its denizens better, that you turned some opponents into different versions of yourself to vanquish them without violence even. You even made a genie factory to help people cursed in their multiversal and transcendental karma, reducing their sentence to a life of bliss and servitude as genies instead of more cruel fates,” Naylee continued, apparently hearing quite a lot of stories and feats performed by Aliyah herself as her tone was particularly happy. “Are all of those tales true?”

“Y...Yes, they are!” Aliyah said, desirous not to disappoint such a clear fan. It was refreshing to be either shunned or avoided, her reputation usually keeping others at bay for fear of being enslaved themselves or attracting others which only wanted to partake in what Aliyah could offer. Words of praise weren't all that plentiful and she was basking in it, albeit in a way that felt reserved at first, yet that facade only lasted a few moments before Aliyah smiled earnestly, warming up to this Naylee. “Don't forget when I defeated that witch to protect one of my wives who lives in the bottle which I keep constantly nearby...Or when I helped unearth the desire for a young artist to transition and get away from constant worries~”

“So I must ask this because it really feels like a huge task but from what I've seen you seem to make it work...How do you keep so many of those you put under happy and content?” Naylee asked, mentioning all those slaves and more that Aliyah keeps around whenever she's in power in those adventures, much like those who greeted her when she was summoned. “It must be a huge responsibility to take care of such a large amount of people!”

“Oh, it is, but it's worth it. The thing about hypnosis is that it's a constant reinforcement, suggestions, commands, sentiments and perceptions twisted and manipulated in order to reinforce positivism to certain concepts, conditioning so to speak,” Aliyah responded, getting to the crux of the matter as she got quite into it, forgoing the initial premise and ambiance she had built with her introduction to partake in a more earnest and direct conversation. “To that, you need to convince them that they need you, that you understand and want what is best for them. This can be achieved through talk and magic, often with great results when combined with seduction of course. You need to associate good feelings, trust and honesty with your intent and your voice too so that when you throw suggestions their way they feel good listening and seeing your way. The trick is to make them feel good through various means...If they deserve it, of course.”

“Yeah, that evil sultan and that mean-spirited drow certainly did earn their fate when you met them,” Naylee added, joining in with a mention to other stories, showing just how much she knew about Aliyah. “But the way you did make others feel better...Well it's really inspired me with how I use hypnosis myself, you know?”

“Do tell,” Aliyah said, adjusting her seated and floating position, getting comfortable as she slouched forward and placed her hands on her knees to have a better posture. “How do you use hypnosis, then? What exactly did I inspire?”

“Well...It's just that I...” Naylee said, seemingly shy now that the spotlight was on her, so to speak. The energetic young djinn was most assuredly not used to be dominant, in a state of power and getting the attention of the mighty and powerful. “I just really like it when I see them smile, forgetting their worries and troubles, just letting go of anxiety and smiling so eagerly, their eyes either glazing, spiraling or swirling. It's really something I enjoy doing...You know...Making them feel good?”

“I get what you mean,” Aliyah said, smirking in delight as she did understand perfectly what Naylee was describing. Seeing someone gleefully accept, falling into a trance with pure bliss on their mind was indeed a treat and Aliyah never tired seeing these kinds of reactions. “I don't believe in violence for the sake of intimidation, of revenge or to destroy someone. I much prefer to soothe friends, masters and enemies alike, to be known as someone who brings pleasure and peace to all, no matter how I'm perceived. So seeing someone so elated with the idea of following my commands, of accepting my power and influence is indeed very, very nice to see.”

“For me, it's really witnessing how I'm helping them, how I'm relieving them of all that is awful, of all that is stressful and filled with despair. It's so hard for everyone, be it a mortal or otherwise, to attain serenity, you know?” Naylee explained, getting more confident as she conversed with Aliyah, her earnest attitude most assuredly being very interesting to see. “And when someone is hypnotized, they can be made honest with who they are, what they want and what they love...It's a very liberating experience and it really helps me in my djinn services.”

“My, you're quite precious, aren't you?” Aliyah teased, decidedly not expecting that kind of thing when it came to another djinn using hypnosis. “I admit I've used it more often to get what I want and to gain a certain degree of freedom, which is constantly being threatened by multiple sources anyway, but I do like your way of thinking too in a way.”

“Oh, I know, I kinda hated you at first when I saw you abuse your powers and the rules...but then I saw a pattern and extrapolated from there,” Naylee admitted, calming herself down as to reveal such a thing was not exactly nice or flattering, two things she preferred to be at all times when she could help it. “You never brought harm, nor did you seemed to just leave those you hypnotized behind, the innocents and those who could benefit from your help. In a way, you're protecting your independence and merely trying to enjoy something you love, sharing it with others. It's sometimes down in a clumsy way...but then again not only isn't anyone hurt...but they seem happy as well.”

“That is both generous and kind of damning, I must say,” Aliyah said, getting a little more cunning as she was quite curious as to what Naylee might say next. “So tell me...what makes you think they're happy under me and that they're not just hypnotized to think that way?”

“For starter, I'd say the fact that you were actually nice to me, that you weren't in complete control of the situation and conversation makes me think that you play a role for the most part, one that you love to play yet that is still just that...a role,” Naylee began to explain, herself getting a little more confident now, as if a certain switch within herself was turned on, forgoing shyness for something a touch more direct. “The glimmer in the dancer's eyes, the smile on his face and how you asked for them to do what they normally should, which shows respect for who they are and what they do on a regular basis shows a certain respect to their original being. I could also sense a certain earnestness and satisfaction whenever you talked about yourself in response to to my praise and assessment, which told me you liked to hear someone say nice things about you, as if someone finally understood you after so long...Those are the signs of someone who still requires approval, which means you are uncertain and insecure in some aspects, as if judged by some higher standards that you're trying so desperately to meet. In fact, I'd even say you're struggling with hypnosis, yet always indulging in it which eats at your own soul and hearing me say all these things removed a weight from your shoulder...Am I right so far?”

Aliyah had never heard such things before. Some of it sounded preposterous, downright aggravating. It made her feel like less than who she thought she was but on the other hand it seemed...right? As if someone was seeing her for the first time in centuries, not just the reputation or the known kinks but the actual Aliyah, buried deep beneath it all. Insulted, impressed, dumbstruck, Aliyah took a few moments to gather her thoughts as she had much to think about before she chuckled a little and then looked at Naylee with a little smile, as if she herself understood something too. “Now...I will repeat my first question...What can you tell me about hypnosis?”

“It's a form of suggestion, one that uses conditioning and specific techniques to simulate stimulation of the subconscious, putting the others into a semi-sleep state in which they are vulnerable to outside thoughts and influence,” Naylee said, going for a more academic response, yet this was a more clinical and almost cold response to the question asked. “But if I were to answer with my feelings...It's a gift. Control and freedom, albeit the twin sides of both concepts. Taking control and giving control, removing freedom and gaining freedom. It is the most intimate trust, an almost-sacred bond when used in a consensual and beautiful fashion, but also a lesson when used otherwise, a chance for correction through bliss instead of pain.”

“Such beautiful answers, very thought-out,” Aliyah commented, her voice tinted with a touch of sarcasm as she bent forward and looked Naylee in the eyes. “Now tell me what you love about it...honestly.”

Those eyes, that red and piercing gaze seemed much too powerful up close, drilling and pushing at those thoughts and resistance in such a way as to make it seem inevitable to answer the truth in such a way that even shame would not be an obstacle. No, she needed to tell the truth, no matter how ugly it might seem. “I like...to make other people happy, to make sure they get it despite themselves. So many people are paranoid, downright hateful when they could be so much more if they were honest with themselves, if they went for what they truly sought instead of what is expected of them,” Naylee began to say, her mouth moving on its own at first, yet it felt easy to keep it going as the beautiful, sumptuous and deep eyes of Aliyah encouraged her to continue speaking. “I want to make more and more people happy with hypnosis...I love using it, either through seduction or magic...It makes me feel powerful and those under my power are happy, blissful, relaxed and it soothes me, makes me feel as if I transcended to another level of djinnhood...I'd even love to indulge in it with a harem of people who want it, who loves being hypnotized...who seeks solace in trances...Who wants to indulge in it as much as I want to...”

SNAP!

Aliyah bent back to her original position as she smirked, looking at Naylee as the blue-skinned djinn regained her senses, realizing what had just happened. “You...you managed to...”

“But of course...You trusted me, thought you understood me and as such your trust in who I am and what I could do was already set, which made it easy for me to put you under by using my powers of persuasion and charm on you...But you are right about much about me in some way...” Aliyah began to say, feeling the tides turn in terms of assessment as she gained the upper hand in telling some deep truths about Naylee. “We are alike in many ways, albeit I do have to say your motives of still serving are quite intriguing. I had brought you here, making servants search for your lamp in order to perhaps mellow down your own penchant for hypnosis should it prove threatening to me. After all, too many hypnotic djinns would be bad as the ones above us all would deem it necessary to act...But I do believe we can co-exist and even become very good friends.”

Naylee knew not what to make of that as she had been hypnotized, something she never thought could be possible in such a direct and obvious manner, yet here they were as she regained her senses and began to piece everything together. They had chatted, analyzed the other, challenged their perceptions of themselves and then eventually Naylee was hypnotized...and yet they could be friends. Naylee ought to be more careful, she thought, but she was also an optimist and a fan no matter what Aliyah said as she smiled with glee. “Of course. It would be my pleasure~”

“Fantastic...So here is the deal, my dear Naylee...” Aliyah said, approaching her as she placed one arm around Naylee's shoulders, getting much closer as she invaded the other djinn's personal space. “I've been told what you can do, what you've done and I used scrying spells to check you out. I like you, I like what I see, your potential...but you need to up your game. There are so many ways you could be putting people under...More creatives methods...More efficient inductions...The whole thing.”

Naylee did not exactly know what Aliyah was getting at as the red-head genie went on to clap her hands twice, sending a tiny magical waves through them as she called for someone without saying a word. The being in question, coming through that door, was the dancer who had summoned Naylee, her current master so to speak. He kneeled in front of both djinns, eyeing Aliyah with his glazed look, awaiting for further instructions.

“I will take you as my apprentice from now on and I'll upgrade you, teach you everything I know...and Agrim here, your current master as per the rules, will help you out as best he can...You will indulge him just as he will indulge you and you shall both bring the best in each other,” Aliyah decreed, smiling at this development that surprised even her as she had only brought in Naylee for the purpose of enthralling her and nothing more...Yet now she had made friend and perhaps precious ally in this guest of hers. “I shall teach you lessons and then you'll practice them in front of Agrim as often as is needed.”

“But...Can Agrim even disagree with this? He is hypnotized, of course, but does he actually want for this to happen?” Naylee asked, not entirely comfortable with this as she eyed Aliyah with worry, yet it was Agrim's voice which responded first to this query.

“I was no one, a mere beggar before this happened. When Aliyah took power here, summoned by a prince now enslaved to her will and unable to be cruel and a despot, she has given roles to all as well as food, shelter and bliss,” he went on to say, his voice unfaltering and without hesitation in the slightest. “To be under her power is a privilege, a token of peace when compared to the harsh conditions I was in before in the dungeons, stuck there merely because I was poor and destitute. If helping you helps her, then I shall give it my all.”

“Trust but verify, I see,” Aliyah said, understanding that no matter how good-hearted Naylee was, the reputation that stuck with her was nevertheless something that Aliyah would be unable to push away. “So do not worry, have fun...but be serious as I want to see you shine in pure mesmerizing light, to place those who gaze and listen in hypnotic bliss of the highest caliber...You have tons of potential...Now let's see you unleash it~”

At first it was awkward, Naylee looking at her current master who ought also be her training partner as she did use hypnosis on occasion, yet never all that often after what happened with the one who awakened that passion in her, Bill Clabtrie. They were left in a room together, expectations being high with Aliyah watching for now, eager to see the level and how her current apprentice would fare in such a situation. Naylee sighed and then looked at Agrim, not entirely comfortable with the situation at first. “I...Are you sure you...”

“Tell me what is wrong, mistress,” Agrim said, already calling Naylee that, himself already aware of how this relationship would turn out, skipping a few steps already in the nomenclature. “You seem hesitant. As I said, I fully expect for myself to end up hypnotized and subservient to your will, so there is no reason to be-”

“It's just that when I did it, my past master had wished for it, thus I was compelled to do so. I loved every single moments of it, but it was according to his desires and my duty...I'm just...” Naylee explained, struggling to do so the more it went on as she knew Aliyah was watching and she did not want to disappoint her, especially after gaining the role of student to her sumptuous and mesmerizing ways. “I could do it...but it would go against everything I...”

“I understand...Very well then,” Agrim said, looking at the lamp and how Naylee was still connected to it, piecing the puzzle together despite how absolutely out of it he seemed in his eyes. “I wish for you to practice hypnosis on me as often as is required for you to become an expert, a true mistress of the enthralling arts.”

She was compelled to grant it as something unlocked within Naylee, not just the desire to make this wish a reality but to give it her all as it did stimulate her. It gave her flashbacks of back when she started, reading all those books and scrolls on the subject as she then moved toward Agrim and then grabbed his chin gently, bringing his eyes closer to hers. “Your wish is my command...master~” she said with a tone that radiated with magic and sensuality, the kind that could melt anyone's heart as spirals appeared in her gaze which went on to pierce his in such a way as to be all-encompassing. “Now do please stare into the spiral...Let it flow into you for me...”

Agrim did as he was commanded, of course, his own sight locked onto those spirals which were green, pink and yellow. Naylee went on to wrap her tail around him, moving in such a way as to be comforting but also bound to him as well while she brought her eyes closer to his. “You're starting to feel immensely relaxed, your muscles losing their tension as you know I've got you, that my eyes are draining everything bad, painful and undesirable,” Naylee continued, feeling indeed that Agrim was agreeing with what she said not in words, but in deed as he was soft and meek now, the perfect prey if she was a predator. Her tail held him, the smoke thick and strong enough to act like a floating cushion for his limp body. “Now fall into a nice little trance, deep and beautiful, irresistible and blissful so as to indulge in this for me, for the one who shall be your mistress~”

He was in a daze, his own body swaying feebly as his smile peaked, his eyes mimicked hers, their glazed-over appearance gone to be replaced by those spirals. He was leaning against her smoke tail, looking at her as if he was not just entranced, but in love as Naylee smirked gloriously at that sight. This was what she wanted to see, to share with others as she adored this. “Fall into a deep sleep, into a tight dream of myself and my eyes. The more you think of me, the more I'll fill in the role of a mistress in your heart, the one who owns you and which shall give you commands...And you'll cherish this completely, smitten in all ways in your mind and soul~”

Aliyah ceased the exercise quickly, clapping her hands as Agrim returned to his previous state in a flash, the spirals gone and his stance regaining its strength as he was indeed, first and foremost, her slave. She snapped her fingers and puffed him out of Naylee's grasp as she then sighed, as if something was bothering her. “Very well, let me give you my assessment,” she began to say, looking at Agrim before resuming. “I'll go with the positives at first. Your voice, its sensual tone...it works very well. It's clear that the sound of your words are alluring and that it is a huge advantage. You also showed great initiative with contact, using your appeal to seal his movements but also take control of this physically. Those things were good...The rest, though...”

Surprisingly, it was Agrim who went on to speak up, continuing what Aliyah said, which surprised Naylee. “The eyes part, while good on occasion, is a bit of a classic and it would have been nice to see you get creative. I am weak-willed and an addict to the feelings of hypnosis, it is true, but some more efforts on that part would have been nice,” he explained, showcasing that despite it all he had been quite aware for the duration of this practice session. “Your words lack depth as well. You went with easy sentences, basic understanding being great but your suggestions were too simple. You need to push forth the induced into a labyrinth of their own mind, shape the induction in such a way as to be powerful, inevitable and yet impossibly seductive and charming. There were a few notions of that, but far too few to be as effective as it could be.”

To be schooled by the one whom Naylee had figured would be just a tool for her exercises felt rather weird, with Aliyah nodding toward Agrim as despite his whole disposition, he was sound of mind. “He might be easily hypnotized, seeking it, but he has also been the test subject of many of my techniques, of my strongest spells and hypnotic arsenal. As such, he knows what he likes, what works and what doesn't,” Aliyah continued, going from a stern expression to a more gentle one, as if the lesson was over as she then smirked. “Let me show you just a little something that can be done, an example.”

She turned toward Agrim and stayed in her cross-legged position, floating above the ground as she went on to get just a little higher, putting her midriff at his eye level. “I want you to look at my belly, slave,” she went on to say, already directing a command toward him without too much fuss and artifice. Her voice was strong and confident, yet also a touch sexy as she used her hand to slightly caress her belly, teasing him with the crimson belly gem in question. “Let your eyes move to the curves of my smooth stomach. My skin, luscious and flawless, draws you in a road your eyes cannot help but take, appreciating every inches of my supple and delightful abdomen. It is so beautiful, so pristine, that it grows impossible to go on and even look away anymore. You're caught in my spell, my belly claiming you in such a way that it feels good to just stare at it for even a second~”

Agrim adjusted his position, doing so slowly as he slouched forward. The pace of this adjustment was so small, so light that it was almost indiscernible as his eyes glazed over even further while they were transfixed on the abdomen of Aliyah. It did not even move, did not even sway or anything of the sort as it was perfectly still, the only thing making it move just a touch being her breathing. “As it breathes in and out, your whole world if pushed out and pulled in to its rhythm as your own breathing matches it without any effort. You are a prisoner of my flesh, but it is such a tantalizing prospect, a fascinating little sight that this thought does not even register as bad, but rather as an excellent prospect,” Aliyah continued, letting Agrim do all the moving needed as he was very close to her abdomen right now, something invisible disallowing him to go all the way and go in contact with it, yet obviously desiring it with just a glance at him. “Every seconds which passed made my belly claim you...But then again it's been so long that you haven't kept track, haven't you? So lost in a beautiful trance, in a splendid mesmerizing moment that you're realizing just how deeply hypnotized you are, how much under my sexy power you've become...And it feels great. It is the very best feeling in the world and as the trail finishes...Your gaze will finally lock onto the grand finale, the sumptuous goal...my belly gem~”

It sparkled so flawlessly, the shiny ruby adorning her navel being indeed a magnet for gazes and light as it did not move, yet it didn't need to. Agrim was looking at it as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world and to his eyes...it was. “Every facets, all the depth of its crimson color absorb your resistance, your reluctance, your will and thus I claim it as mine...I take it, but you're also giving it to me~” Aliyah continued, pushing her belly forward a little, a mere few inches separating his face and her midriff so as to tantalize him to the very limit. “You're giving everything to me, a tribute to the one whom you adore, worship and obey...The one you shall forever call your mistress as it becomes apparent already that you're my slave, my plaything, my property...And as you understand and accept it, you put on a little token gesture by kissing the belly which claimed your heart, your mind and your soul...So go ahead...kiss my belly, slave~”

Agrim obeyed, his lips meeting this tender and luscious flesh as he felt an elation, one that was visible on his face as Aliyah went on to smirk. “Words are extremely important. A good vocabulary and an understanding of the many appeals of a perfectly-sculpted body, of one's power and the perceptions that can be twisted is essential. I did not move, merely gave him a focus and used everything about that specific thing he was looking at to ensure a nice trance, implanting thoughts and suggestions to subdue his rational mind and his feelings in the same manner. Do you have any questions?”

Naylee would have had some questions if she wasn't transfixed on Aliyah's belly, apparently in a slight mesmeric daze as Aliyah chuckled and then snapped her fingers, essentially awaking the other djinn from her light trance. “Uh...what? What happened?”

“We're gonna need to work on your resistance as well, it seems,” Aliyah said, amused by this as she was fired up now, this little project of her getting interesting as she never did have a pupil before, yet there was a first time for everything it seemed. “So here's what's going to happen. We'll go with practical exercises and lessons with Agrim, then we'll take turns trying to hypnotize one another. If you can manage to hypnotize me once, then you'll have passed and your lessons shall be over. Does that sound reasonable to you?”

To actually beat Aliyah at her own game seemed like a great challenge as Naylee felt she had indeed much to learn. A little embarrassed that she had been hypnotized so easily herself, just about to try kissing Aliyah's belly herself, she nonetheless vowed to become better, doing all in her power to achieve that goal. As such, they started the training as first Agrim had to be hypnotized, with Aliyah teaching approaches and techniques, subtleties and even choice words to use in order to achieve the best results. Hypnosis was truly a self-convincing game, albeit their own magic was a boon that very few hypnotists possessed and that could come to their advantage. Changing the terrain, the environment, clothes, details and other such things could provide an unbalance, a skip in how the target could keep track of things. The key was to instill doubt and hesitation, then to quickly fill it with words, suggestions and ideas so as to make certain concepts feel more real. Trust and appreciation needed to be instilled so as to make themselves look more credible, which only heightened their influence. As such, suggestions sent in the way of questions, very vague yet easily malleable ideas and of course peace and relaxation were potent tools, all for the sake of instilling a nice trance.

Seduction was another tool too, a very effective one. To actually want the hypnotist, to tease, to playfully charm and to give way to desire was something which ought be used. Fetishes could be exploited, even installed with enough skills, as sexuality was almost essential to get some targets. Their flawless physique, which they could change at anytime anyway, was an incredible gift much as their clothes were. The idea of the belly dancer, the harem servant, the djinn were all based on subservience, which could give way to the person being hypnotized falsely thinking that they were in charge, which gave them power that they did not truly have, a false confidence that could be easily taken advantage of. A good dance, titillating and sensual, a shaking of one's chest, a come-hither gesture and look, a smile, a passionate gaze...All of these could be used much like Aliyah had done with her belly at the start.

Days turned into weeks, into months and then years as Naylee learned quite a great many things. How to use illusions to further the experience and to give it an ethereal and dream-like quality. The best way to use her smoke, how to manipulate it into swirls and how even her scent could be an especially practical tool. How to use any focus and to use her voice to make it so anything could be the most fascinating object in the world. She trained hard with Agrim, who always fell prey to her techniques and charms, yet her duels with Aliyah never got in her favor, always ending up with her being bested by the champion of hypnosis herself. She was ever the one to submit, to call her mistress until she was waken up, feeling a sense of wonder but also frustration as she wanted to win...yet she needed more practice. Soon, she developed her own style, her own techniques and she saw how she could use what she knew, what she felt to her own advantage. She wasn't Aliyah, nor would she ever be. She was someone else entirely and it was okay. She grew in confidence, in appreciation and as she got accustomed to this palace life she knew what she wanted, what her dreams were and this only got her more resolve, more determination. Until one night... She challenged Aliyah anew, going there by herself instead of waiting for her teacher to start it.

“How bold of you to do this...but if you're so eager to fall prey to my technique and my beauty again...be my guest~” Aliyah said, confident and looking at Naylee with a smirk. Some might call this arrogance, a boast made to belittle Naylee, yet all knew better as this was part of the game, posturing and making claims. It was a battle of wits and of will as the two of them gazed upon the other, waiting for an opportunity to strike. However, something had changed with Naylee as Aliyah witnessed something different, a slightly new look at on her blue skin, near her hips could be found four little markings in gold, curved thick lines which laid at the bottom of her hips and slighty upward of them. “Trying for a change to your look, I see...”

This was the opening that Naylee wanted as she had tried to go for accessories multiple time, yet Aliyah never did get tricked by those as instead she got some slight adjustment to her appearance. “It does look pretty on me, right?” she said cheerfully, nonchalantly even as she then went on to make those line moves, making them converge like little snakes toward her navel. Never touching her belly button, those lines took their place and then swirled around it, creating a focal point on her abdomen as Naylee took deep breaths to pull in and push out her stomach, going for a direct assault on Aliyah. “I mean, gold on blue works very well, the two complementing each other very nicely. They make each other pop out, creating a cold and warm little feeling that is very soothing to the eyes, wouldn't you agree?”

They were indeed pretty colors as Aliyah was more partial to warm colors like red and yellow to go with her fair skin, but the gold did agree with Naylee's blue skin. The way those lines moved smoothly, softly even did make it so the curves of her belly, of her hips, were more noticeable as the beauty of that waistline, of that soft-looking abdomen was more apparent with those golden leylines. “It does look quite good on you, I must admit,” Aliyah went on to compliment her, meaning it as she could see what Naylee was trying to do now, finding it almost cute in a way. “Gold is such a nice metal, shiny and precious.”

This cemented the fact that Aliyah was looking as Naylee had baited her successfully, going in for something unexpected as there were four circles swirling around her navel. She changed the size of a few of them, going in for a temporary flux in terms of appearances as she gave a different rhythm and speed to each of them. One was very fast, another very slow and so forth, creating something hard to focus upon...yet which made it so her navel was even more the focal point now. “It makes it seem as if everything was being drawn in my navel, as if it were the center of my power and my beauty, doesn't it? Everything just spins around and around, never stopping, yet my pretty belly button is ever immobile, so easy to just stare at without having any hints of dizziness or vertigo. It really would be a potent hypnotic technique, wouldn't you agree?”

It would indeed as Aliyah could see that creating instability and then putting an emphasis on the one stable element while adding sensuality to the mix could be quite effective. There was something to be proud of as she saw how creative and resourceful her student turned out to be. In fact, Aliyah did enjoy Naylee's company quite a lot and as she thought of this she unwittingly started to follow Naylee's own breathing, her pace matching hers flawlessly. “Absolutely. I'd even go as far as say that with the element of surprise it would give out an almost assured result,” Aliyah added, inspecting the technique just a little more to see if there wasn't anything more to it, just to be sure.

“The target would probably feel very good while looking at this, secure as while everything spins around, the shiny gold distracting them and ever visible, at the very least my smooth blue skin and my gorgeous navel would give them something to stabilize them, to secure them as they'd listen to my voice, relaxing, breathing in and out so softly,” Naylee continued, her own excitement growing as she tried to keep herself in check. To be in control of others, one needed to be in control of themselves as she kept her breathing steady, her voice even and yet sensual as she took deeper breaths, pushing and pulling her stomach in an almost exaggerated fashion now. “They'd follow my lead, listen to my beautiful voice, feel so at ease as their breath would be the exact same as mine. They would appreciate the technique more and more, realizing just how sumptuous my midriff is, how delightful my abdomen can be. Their gaze would be sucked away, lost in the whirlpool of gold and yet secure within my navel. Even if they did try to look away, the gold would catch them and gently return them to the center, to my deep and hypnotic navel~”

It was true that it was ingenious as Aliyah looked a little up and yet her gaze kept coming down. Whenever she averted her gaze she felt dizzy, a little groggy, gold and swirls obscuring her view in such a way that it felt much better, much safer to just look at that navel instead of anything else. “Yes...I see what you mean...”

That little hesitation, that pause gave Naylee all the information she needed as she then began to sway her hips, moving them from side to side in a slow and languorous fashion so as to be seductive, completely charming. The golden lines were stretched much like her belly was, subjugated to the pull and push of her waist and hips as it created little waves on her sides, her hips essentially adding an especially strong pull to that vision of blue and gold. “Then I could go on and dance, tease them further, instill a desire within them that would grow and grow, keeping them aroused and under my sexy spell. Their attraction would only grow, much like their appreciation as they'd look in awe, beginning to think of nothing else, no one else but me...” Naylee continued to say, talking as if it was but a casual conversation yet now Aliyah's gaze had not moved from her belly for quite a while. Her stance was a little more relaxed as her breathing perfectly matched hers, going for large pushes and pulls as if they were both in the first stage of rolling their belly together. “It would grow impossible to think of anything else but the dance, that belly, those golden lines, my voice and my flawless appearance. All of these would be linked to hypnosis, to beauty, to pure appeal in the most amazing of ways as the one watching would be helplessly mesmerized...and loving it~”

It would indeed be a very soothing and incredible experience, a true nirvana of bliss and pleasure as Aliyah smiled, putting herself in the role of someone who would fall prey to such a technique. It was so simple, yet the sheer confidence and allure that Naylee now possessed would make this simply irresistible nevertheless. “Yes...I see...what you mean~”

Then Naylee went on to roll her belly, adding waves and undulations on her supple stomach as the golden lines and her navel seemed to make it so everything felt both out-of-focus and yet laser-tight. “Oh yes, and by that point even if they realized they were being enslaved, hypnotized, drained of their will it would be too late as they'd even be looking forward to it. They'd have been looking for so long, being pulled in so deep that their trance would be too tight and strong for them to do anything about it,” Naylee continued, getting closer as she rolled her belly slowly and sensually. Aliyah began to slouch forward, her smile getting wider while her eyes began to emit slight swirls of blue and gold, essentially in a deep trance right now, unbeknownst to her. “They'd grow to love it, seek it more, even see things that weren't there before and they'd get closer, smell by scent, feel that dance fill their vision and mind with every waves on my stomach washing away worries, doubts and reservations. They'd be helpless, powerless and adoring that sensation to their core as they'd soon grow to want me as their mistress...and see themselves as slaves~”

Her belly was growing, Naylee's appearance turning gigantic as Aliyah could imagine how a simple mortal would be overwhelmed. Vision of that dancing belly filling everything, blue and gold never mixing together, deep navels essentially sucking willpower away in a sea of bliss as she said nothing, her own imagination fueling that scenario with the glee one might feel while under such a superb technique.

“And then, without being able to do anything about it, they'd want to submit, to become mine completely just to get more of this, to thank me for this unique experience,” Naylee said, approaching her belly even closer as she smirked, barely able to keep herself in check anymore. “Their lips would move close to my belly, the object of fascination and hypnotic power, and they'd plant a kiss on it, sealing their fate with the utmost glee, offering themselves as my slave now and forever~”

Oh yes, she could picture this, feeling so nice and warm and controlled as the one under this spell would just be unable to keep themselves away from that divine belly and that golden dizziness. Their lips would move on their own, desirous to taste this ruinous ecstasy as she herself went on to approach it, unaware of what she was doing until...

SNAP!

Aliyah returned to her senses as she felt dizzy, groggy and yet downright pleasant as a wave of euphoria went on to appear and then to feel diminished very quickly. She looked at her position, at Naylee's smile and fully realized what had happened as she felt flustered, then embarrassed and then absolutely happy as she went on to hug Naylee tightly and swiftly. “You did it! You actually went on and did it!” she exclaimed, apparently very happy to have lost to her student as she released Naylee from her embrace, her smile bright, wide and genuine as the glimmer of excitation filled her eyes. “This was so amazing. It has been so long since I was hypnotized and you did it so well! Because you knew I was confident, you projected the role of victim below me, letting me picture it and then insert myself in it without my knowledge...and you used all those lessons I taught you and even more. Oh, I'm so proud of you!”

The childlike wonder, the trepidation on Aliyah's face was more than she could manage as Naylee stopped those swirls and instead went on to smile with glee herself, getting caught in the momentum of this joyous occasion. “I know! I tried to hard to make you see as a victim yet you're so strong-minded and aware that I had to implement a third role, only for you to picture it instead of seeing yourself falling prey to my technique. I also used my body and my powers and I'm so excited to have won, finally!”

The two of them excitedly chatted it up, reminiscing over all those lessons and those happy moments where they had been friends, students and teachers, rivals and even so much more as eventually, Aliyah went on to stop all of this to be a little more solemn, the curve of her smile still seen despite it all. “You have graduated, then. You are not only fully capable, but I know that you can grow even stronger still. You have impressed me greatly and thus I shall grant you a gift: one of my titles, freely given to you as a reward for not only meeting my expectations but surpassing them in many ways,” Aliyah said, summoning a little orb in which runes were swirling inside and around. Titles, much like names, could only be given and earned and in some ways it could be literal in djinn culture. To receive a title was a great honor and one of the most incredible gift a djinn could give to another, which made this moment all the more important for the both of them. “You have a kind heart, a gentle disposition and the ways I know you shall use your gift to grant relief and compassion to others fills me with pride. Of my many titles, I feel this one shall suit you very, very well as people shall now know you as that from now on...”

The orb penetrated Naylee's body through her chest as it radiated, then subsided as Naylee knew that she had a title, that she had gained it rightfully and by efforts on her parts. She was no longer just Naylee, a djinn like any others in some respects. She was now Naylee...the Hypnodjinn. She loved the sound of it, the significance of that moniker as it was a link between Aliyah and her, but also a symbol of her love for hypnotism for its potential.

“Now tell me, Naylee, my dear friend...What shall you do now?” Aliyah asked, indeed curious about whatever she wished to do, hoping that she would come to stay yet aware that this was but a dream and nothing more.

“I will grant the other two wishes that Agrim has a right to...And then I will try to follow your lead yet do things my own way as I shall build my lamp to be a palace and haven for those with the same love we share for the mesmerizing arts. I will spread happiness, joy and pleasure through your lessons and my will,” Naylee said, having thought long and hard about it and feeling that this was right, that this is what she wanted most. She hadn't changed all that much, yet now she was more resolute, more self-certain about it all. She still wanted to do good, to be the best djinn she could be...but as the Hypnodjinn now.

“Then I shall oblige you, Naylee,” Agrim said, arriving in the room as he had been waiting outside, ever so curious to see just how this duel would end with Naylee being its instigator this time around. “I know what my wishes are and I will tell you now. I wish for you to ever find those with love for hypnosis, that needs it to become better so that your gifts and your passion may forever be shared...And I wish to become the first to inhabit your lamp with you. Those are my desires, made clear.”

To the surprise of Aliyah and Naylee, Agrim had decided to remove himself from his service to Aliyah as Naylee felt the compulsion to grant those wishes, energy exiting her body in a bang that traveled through the omniverse as she felt now attuned to the demand for hypnosis...and then Aliyah approached Agrim with a curious look on her face.

“I see...so even you have realized her full potential...Or perhaps you've grown tired of me?” she said, looking down on him as she floated above, a smirk on her face.

“No, my mistress. My service to you is unending...but I have grown massively curious about Naylee, my other mistress, and my desire to see what becomes of her is too strong,” he went on to explain, feeling great shame at apparently disappointing Aliyah. “You have my most sincere apologies, my mis-”

“Oh it's alright. I could see in your eyes that you loved her gentle methods as she developed. So long as you're happy and that you come visit from time to time...You have my blessing~” Aliyah said, chuckling softly as if she did not mind too much about what was happening. “You better treat him right, though, and come visit me on occasion whenever you get the chance. For now I'll watch from time to time, eager to see what my first and only pupil will accomplish with time~”

“I will,” Naylee said, feeling the pull of her lamp as she was slowly sucked back inside along with Agrim, her time to depart being near. “Thank you for everything, Aliyah. It was very nice to get to know you better and to see the real, beautiful and compassionate you. You have my utmost gratitude and I will retu-”

And by then the lamp had sucked Naylee back in, dissipating from the palace in which Aliyah resided for now. Sitting back above her throne, Aliyah summoned her servants as she felt proud but also somewhat sad now that Naylee was gone. However, she was a djinn and she would live for a very, very long time still and thus she knew they'd meet again eventually, the both of them having grown even further. Perhaps she'd even go back to serving masters and mistresses again in some time should she feel like it. For now, there was only one thing of interest for her.

And it was to see what would happen now that she unleashed such a potent force in the omniverse, that of Naylee the Hypnodjinn.