I Keep Visualizing It...

I'm seated at the bar in my host, Paulo's, study. We have been in deep discussion since his wife, Adrienne, veered off with my wife, Dana, in their own chat. That was some time ago. It was a very good drink, and I was listening comfortably, if not attentively, as he spoke.
Then Paulo cut himself off as his wife entered the room, leading Dana on a leash. She was wearing only a basque, stockings and heels, with a leather collar around her neck. Her eyes were blank and fixated in the distance as she was brought to a stop, standing rigidly at attention next to me. I realized dumbly that outrage would seem appropriate, but I sat in silence, apparently unable to even be bothered by my lack of reaction.
As Adrienne unclipped the leash from the collar, she whispered to my wife, "When I snap you will say good night to your husband. When I snap again you will return to attention, completely blank, obedient and under my control."
Adrienne snapped her fingers and Dana seemed to pop into animation. She stood intimately close to me and in a light-hearted tone said, "Well, sweetie, it's time for me to head home with Mistress Adrienne so that she can fuck me senseless. I'm deeply hypnotized, and Mistress has turned me into her mindless submissive slave. You're already feeling the effects of Paulo's special drink, I see. His secret ingredient makes their hypnosis soooo powerful," she mock swooned, "but you'll know all about it soon." I was vaguely aware that my head was rolling. "Well, I shall leave you in Paulo's capable hands, my dearest." Then Dana put her index finger to her lips as if to signal a secret, and she said, "They're so much more powerful than we are, Sweetie. Soon they'll control us both completely. It's divine!"
It appeared that Dana was going to say more, but a snap of the fingers silenced her, leaving her standing at attention. Adrienne reconnected the leash and lead Dana from the room.