The Countess Isabella Incanti looked around the large, richly decorated foyer as she waited to be shown in to for her meeting with the homeowner, Gerald Hutchins. She admired his taste in decorations and was impressed by the amount he must have spent just on this one room. She looked completely calm on the outside, but she was excited, even aroused, thinking about what she was here to do. She relished the opportunity to handle this matter personally, after the last few months spent mostly in the studio recording, and in arcane research. Finally she had the chance to convert someone face to face, to personally bring a new follower into their domain.

The butler returned and gently cleared his throat. “I apologize for your wait. Master Hutchins will see you now Countess. Please follow me to the study.” She looked into his eyes, and he simply stopped, captured by their beautiful, but sharply contrasting colors. His face began to go blank within seconds, his jaw dropping open slightly not long after. Servants were always so easy, they are conditioned by environment to obey orders without question.

“Once you have taken me to see ‘Master Hutchins’ you will make sure we are not disturbed. We require complete privacy for our negotiations. You will guard the door against intrusions, telling any who ask that ‘Master Hutchins’ has instructed you to do so. Now, awaken and take me to the study.” She smiled at how completely her eyes and her seductive voice had overwhelmed his weak mind. This would be a truly lovely day, though she hoped Gerald would be more of a challenge. She followed the butler out of the room as he shook himself, looked around, then turned to leave, showing no signs he remembered what she had done.

The butler opened a pair of large, heavy, and intricately carved wooden doors then stood to the side and bowed slightly, motioning her to enter as he announced her presence. “Master Hutchins, may I present to you the Countess Isabella Incanti.”

As she entered the room, an older, but still handsome and distinguished looking gentleman stood with a polite, but not terribly friendly smile and walked toward her with his hand extended. However, he stopped short when he finally saw her, and he seemed to forget himself briefly, his eyes widening in surprise at her beauty.

Isabella simply smiled and moved toward him, waiting until the butler pulled the doors closed behind him before speaking. Once she heard the doors close, she took his still extended hand in hers and gripped it firmly, looking deeply into his eyes and began to speak. “Thank you so much for agreeing to see me today, I’m the Countess Isabella Incanti. Please feel free to call me Isabella for today. I want us to be friends, not enemies.”

Finally, Gerald Hutchins seemed to gather himself as he gently pulled away his hand and managed to look away. “I do not think that possible, though I deeply regret any animosity with such an enchanting creature. But forgive me, I do not wish to be rude. Come and sit with me, I have agreed to hear you out, though I see no possible situation where my mind will change.” He moved to sit down in one of the beautiful, overstuffed chairs placed perfectly by the unlit fireplace. “This house has been in my family for generations, and it shall remain so long after my passing. Mere financial offers, no matter how generous, mean little to me. The family trust is quite secure and one needs only so much money to live very comfortably.”

Isabella moved to sit down across from him as she replied, making sure to moderate her tone just so. He clearly would not be too easy, and for that she was grateful. Her hypnotic muscles needed a bit of stretching just now. “I am so sorry if you felt my purchase offer for your home was unfair, or offensive in any way, and I regret that my planned construction project has caused us to have such an adversarial relationship.” As she took her seat, she looked for, and found his eyes, knowing the disconcerting and enchanting effect her eyes had upon others. She often had to wear sunglasses to keep from gathering crowds when in public, but just now she wanted to capture her onlooker. Gerald was immediately fascinated by her striking eyes, one a fiery orange, the other a cooler, soothing blue. “I normally never get involved at this level of my projects, I leave it up to my project manager. But as he has clearly treated you so badly and bungled the task, I felt I should come in person and see whether we might resolve this peacefully. So I am here to deal with you honestly and fairly, and clear up our disagreements. But you must understand that I need your plot of land so that my project can be completed…” She stopped, as if in confusion, but noticed his eyes beginning to slightly glaze over, his mouth also opening just a bit. Sure signs he was beginning to fall under her spell. She sounded concerned as she asked “Is there something wrong? You’ve not said a word in a few moments, and you’re staring at me quite openly. Ah, you have noticed my eyes, that must be it! Yes, they do attract your attention, don’t they? The lovely, contrasting colors, so different, so opposite, and both so beautiful. Feel free to get a closer look if you wish. I’m sure you will like them even more if you look more closely, noticing just how interesting the contrast between the orange and the blue really is.” She subtly slid her chair closer to Gerald, near enough that their knees were nearly touching. She could see his face beginning to flush at her new proximity.

Gerald tried to gather his thoughts, struggled to remember that this beautiful, sensual, exotic redhead was here to take away his family home. He began to straighten up, his eyes clearing and he attempted to add some firmness to his voice. “Th-this seems quite improper Countess. I assure you that, no matter how lovely and charming you are, I shall not be selling my home to you. Now, perhaps we should just get on with the matter at hand instead of discussing your uniquely enchanting eyes?”

Elena was impressed with his willpower and thrilled by the challenge he was presenting to her. She let a flush of arousal creep up into her cheeks, and poured every bit of heat she could manage into her voice. “I’m sorry Gerald, I just can’t help myself. You’re so handsome and dignified, I let my attraction to you overcome my senses. Do you really find my eyes uniquely enchanting? I have often been told that the blue reminds one of the deep blue sea, and the orange of a warm, crackling fire in the fireplace, taking off the chill of winter.”

Isabella focused her eyes intently upon his, as Gerald stared in wonder. “I wonder, do you agree? Look into my blue eye, let your mind reflect upon the most beautiful blue, vast body of water you have ever seen in person. Do they match in shade, my eye and the water, the deep, deep water and my eye? Perhaps it more closely matches the color of the water beneath the surface, below the reflecting sunlight, as you dive down, into the deep, cool water. But it does begin to get very cool, down so deep, so let’s speak of my other eye, such a lovely orange color now, for a little while.”

Isabella tilted her head slightly, refocusing his gaze upon her fiery orange eye, and Gerald gasped at the striking transition. He had stopped speaking now, again focused on, and fascinated by, her lovely eye. “Looking at it now, that lovely, brilliant, fiery orange, compare it for me, to the color of fire. You have a fireplace here in your home, and I can tell it has been used before. Think back to when you last used it, on a chill winter’s night, curled up in that warm, comfortable chair just before the fireplace. The warmth from the fire making you so drowsy, as you become lost in the beauty of the flames, flickering and dancing before your eyes. Such a warm, cozy, drowsy feeling, so easy to lose track of time sitting there, absorbing the heat of the flames. But perhaps there is too much heat, your body grows too warm, and wouldn’t it feel good to take a swim in the cool, deep blue color of my other eye?”

Seamlessly, easily, she shifted her head so he was gazing into the cool, soothing blue, and she continued on, her voice even more seductive now. “Of course it would, do that for me now pet. Yessss, that’s it, diving down, so very deeply into the soothing, cooling blue of my eye. It feels so very wonderful, that you’re going down so deep, deeper than you ever have before. Down so deep it is so very peaceful, so tranquil. Here, you can relax completely, down so deep for me. But staying down so deep, for so very long, your body begins to chill, the cold seeps into your bones, and your teeth begin to chatter, ever so slightly.”

Again she turned her head so that he was looking into the fiery orange, and Gerald went deeper, as Isabella’s voice became more quiet, more intimate, more a conversation between lovers. “But there is warmth, so very near, in my lovely orange eye. That’s it pet, you have only to look into the orange, to feel that warm, soothing drowsiness overcome your body and your mind.” Now it became more difficult, as she turned her head slightly from side to side, bring either orange or blue or orange again into focus before his eyes, matching her words. “The bewitching blue relaxes you, but the enchanting orange soothes away all of your fears and doubts. Your mind feels so very tired, gazing into the orange, feeling the warmth soaking into your body, watching the flames dancing so prettily before you. You are so very relaxed, and warm, and drowsy. All you want to do is sit back, in your big, comfortable chair and gaze into my eyes, as you listen closely to me.”

She watched in satisfaction as Gerald relaxed backwards into his chair, his body obviously free of all tension. His eyes stared into her own, but with a vacant, faraway look as he lost himself in the wonderful world her words were weaving around his mind. “You are under my spell, bewitched by the blue, enchanted by the orange, you cannot move, or speak, or think. You only enjoy the wonderful orange-blue, and listen to my voice which commands you. That’s right my pet, under my orange-blue spell, only my voice can command you. Your will belongs to me, your mind belongs to me, your house belongs to me. You will sign the papers, agreeing to turn over this house to The Lady Lita Empire, so that our project can be completed. But do not fear my pet, you will have a place in my world now, and I will provide for you, as you serve me night and day. The LLE has need of a large, private sanctuary, housing for our slaves, and lovely mansions for each of the ladies.”

Isabella smiled, stood and moved to Gerald’s chair. His head turned upward so that his eyes might again find hers at their new height. His face was aglow with love and adoration for her now, and she reached out tenderly to caress his cheek and stroke his hair. “With my success here today, we can begin final construction of our sanctuary. To show my gratitude to you, for being so helpful today, I will keep you for one of my own personal slaves, housed very nearby, so you can serve me whenever I desire. Now, kiss the feet of your new owner and Goddess to show your gratitude. Then you will sign the papers turning this home over to The LLE. Mmmm, I do love this job, I’m glad Lady Lita allowed me to deal with any troublesome landowners our project encountered.” She sighed in delight as her newest slave slid to his knees and began to kiss her feet, over and over. He was hers now, and he would keep this up until she instructed him to stop. Such wonderful devotion from the newly converted always made her feel the heights of her power and brought a flush of pleasure to her face. Yes, life as a part of Lady Lita’s Empire was turning out to be quite good.