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As a veteran Soul Reaper, Lieutenant Rangiku Matsumoto had seen her fair share of weird, seemingly impossible things in her life. Swords that turned into gigantic baby-faced bug monsters, people who could get sliced open down to the spine and walk it off like it was nothing, bookmarks that could rewrite people’s memories - things like that were the norm in her line of work.
Despite all the strange things she’d seen, though, there was still only so much that she was willing to believe, and she wasn’t the type of person who would hesitate to call bullshit if her suspension of disbelief was pushed too far.
That was the reason she was currently knocking on a door in one of the upper-class districts of Rukongai. While out drinking a few nights ago, she’d encountered a woman named Tomiko who claimed she could hypnotize people with nothing more than a coin on a string.
Naturally, Rangiku had called her bluff, offering to buy everyone in the bar a round of drinks if Tomiko could successfully hypnotize her. Unable to back out with so much attention on her, Tomiko had spent nearly half an hour swinging her silly coin around in front of her face with no luck whatsoever.
Honestly, watching Tomiko try and fail over and over to put her into a trance had been so embarrassing, Rangiku had paid for the drinks anyway out of pity.
In a last-ditch effort to save face, Tomiko had suggested that the distracting environment of the bar had interfered with the hypnosis, and offered to pay Rangiku back for triple the price of the drinks if she couldn’t hypnotize her in an environment of her choice. Seeing an easy payday, Rangiku had accepted without a second thought, agreeing to meet Tomiko at her house in a few days’ time.
Rangiku was starting to wonder if Tomiko had forgotten about their bet, though. She’d been knocking on the front door for almost a full minute now, and no one had answered.
Finally, just as Rangiku was about to give up and leave, the door swung open and the short, mousy would-be hypnotist stepped out to greet her. Her light purple hair was done up in a bun, and a pair of rectangular wire-frame glasses rested on her nose. To Rangiku, she looked more like a librarian than some kind of illusionist.
“I’m terribly sorry for the wait, Miss Matsumoto,” Tomiko said with a small bow. “I just finished assembling a new piece of furniture, and I didn’t hear you knocking until just now. Sound doesn’t travel all that well in my house, I’m afraid.”
“As long as you aren’t chickening out on the bet, I can handle waiting a few minutes,” Rangiku half-joked, trying to hide her irritation. Truthfully, she’d only stayed so long because paying for that round of drinks had cut pretty deeply into her alcohol budget and she wanted to recoup her losses. She didn’t know what she’d been thinking when she agreed to do that…
“So, where did you want to do this? Is anywhere in the house fine, or do you have a special room set up for putting girls in trances?” she asked teasingly.
“As long as you’re in my house, that should be enough,” Tomiko said with a strange half-smile, stepping back from the doorway. “I do hope the decor doesn’t bore you, however. After all -”
As she spoke, she casually reached up with her right hand and tapped the frame of her glasses three times.
“-everything in my house is perfectly ordinary, and nothing you might see or hear will cause you any alarm.”
For a split second, Rangiku felt an inexplicable fuzzy feeling in the back of her mind, but quickly shrugged it off, deciding it probably wasn’t anything important.
Without any further thought, she followed Tomiko into the entry hallway, admiring the decor as she made her way into the house. The building wasn’t quite big enough to be called a mansion, but it was still surprisingly spacious and lavishly decorated. Did being a phony hypnotist really pay well enough for Tomiko to afford a place like this? If it did, it’d certainly explain why she was so willing to waste her money on bets she couldn’t win.
“Gotta say, this place is a lot fancier than I expected,” Rangiku said, letting out a low whistle. “And big, too! How do you keep this place clean all by yourself?”
“Oh, I’ve never been very good at cleaning,” Tomiko giggled. “I prefer to leave that kind of work to my maids.”
As if on cue, Rangiku and Tomiko arrived in the living room just in time to see two maids enthusiastically dusting the shelves - albeit in a very unconventional manner. In addition to wearing leather collars and a matching pair of skimpy, low-cut maid uniforms with skirts that were just barely long enough to cover their crotches, both of them had their mouths covered by thick leather panel gags, each with a feather duster affixed to the front.
It was an odd accessory, certainly, but it made sense to Rangiku why such a device would come in handy. After all, it wasn’t as if they could dust normally with their wrists and elbows tied tightly behind their backs with white silk ropes. The high-heeled ballet boots they both wore were probably a bit much, though. Even if they did technically complete the ensemble, they couldn’t be very easy to move around in.
Then Rangiku got a better look at the maids’ faces, and quickly realized they would be more than dextrous enough to perform their duties even with so many handicaps.
“Uh, Tomiko?” Rangiku asked, confused. “Why are Captain Soifon and Yoruichi Shihoin dusting your bookshelves?”
“I would think that much is obvious,” Tomiko said curtly. “They’ve both decided to stop wasting their time as Soul Reapers and spend the rest of their lives as my loving, obedient bondage maids. Though the ‘obedient’ part still needs a little work. Half the reason I added the duster gags to their uniforms was so they’d stop making out when they’re supposed to be working…”
Rangiku had to admit, that certainly sounded like something they’d do. The making-out-on-duty part, that was, not the part where they quit their jobs to become bondage maids. Still, Rangiku wasn’t going to fault them for taking time off to pursue their interests. Besides, they were clearly enjoying themselves. Their eyes were wide and gleeful, and they seemed completely focused on delicately dusting the rows and rows of books that lined the room.
“But enough about my maids; let’s discuss your conduct,” Tomiko said, fixing Rangiku with a stern glare. “I’ve been very patient up until now, but you and I both know that when a Soul Reaper visits someone’s home, it’s polite for them to strip naked and wear whatever their host wants them to wear instead.” She punctuated her statement with another three taps against her glasses.
“Oh, r-right! I’m so sorry!” Rangiku blushed, embarrassed to have forgotten such a basic courtesy. She may have thought Tomiko was a fraud, but that didn’t give her the right to treat her so rudely! Quickly, she undid her belt and began removing her shihakusho. “Where did you want me to put this?”
“Just hang it on the coat rack over there,” Tomiko said, gesturing to where a bound and gagged Rukia Kuchiki was standing by the doorway. Clearly, she’d paid more attention to her manners than Rangiku, as she was already completely naked except for a thick metal collar around her neck. Four long metal prongs stuck out from the sides of the collar like spokes, and her own shihakusho hung prominently from the one in front of her.
Her arms were folded behind her back in a strict boxtie, and still more rope bound her knees and ankles together. Despite not being secured to anything in particular, she remained standing completely still in the place she’d been left, staring blankly into space and drooling through the big black ball gag strapped between her lips. That made perfect sense to Rangiku, as she wouldn’t be a very good coat rack if she moved around.
Once her own outfit was removed, Rangiku hung it from one of the spokes and turned back to face Tomiko, her naked body and massive breasts on full display. The so-called hypnotist had already seated herself on a golden bench that bore a striking resemblance to Retsu Unohana - mainly because it was Retsu Unohana. The captain of the Fourth Division had been dressed in a golden latex bodysuit that covered everything from her neck down, and was currently positioned on her hands and knees, allowing Tomiko to sit on her back.
Strangely enough, her face was stained with tears, and she seemed to be shouting angrily into the leather bit gag buckled between her teeth. Didn’t she know that benches weren’t supposed to make noises like that?
“I assume you’re wondering why Miss Unohana isn’t behaving like my other toys?” Tomiko asked calmly, as if reading Rangiku’s thoughts. “Simply put, it’s because she annoyed me. I had a much rougher time… persuading her than the rest of you, and so I decided not to completely subjugate her just yet. She’s completely aware of everything that’s happening around her and precisely what I’ve done to her, but she’s just as incapable of resisting my orders as any other slave.”
Once again, she smiled a strange little half-smile, though for some reason it seemed oddly ominous this time. “And she’ll remain that way until I finally decide to grant her the mercy of a collar. Because as I’m sure you know, Miss Matsumoto, when I place a collar around a woman’s neck, her mind is completely rewritten to make her my mindless, willing slave forever.”
Rangiku simply nodded, still kind of confused. She didn’t really understand what Tomiko was talking about, but she’d tapped her glasses again during that last sentence, so she knew for a fact that whatever she’d said was absolutely true.
“So, I hate to rush this along, but can we hurry up and get to the part where you try to hypnotize me again?” she asked, shaking her head in an effort to clear out the fuzzy feeling she was getting again. “At this rate, the bar’s going to be closed before I can drink away my winnings!”
“As you wish, Miss Matsumoto,” Tomiko said calmly, producing a leather collar from her pocket. “But since it’s my right as a host to decide what you wear in my home, I’ll have to ask you to put this on first. After that, you’ll have all the time in the world to show me just how ‘phony’ my hypnotic abilities are…”
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