As you step into the club, you take in your surroundings. All around you are beautiful and powerful women in colorful costumes. Some of the heroines walk the floor, talking to customers and giving them lapdances. Others are on stage, stripping and dancing and masturbating for an audience. You see some of the crimefighters leading men into private rooms in the back. Towards the back of the room is a bar, manned by a blue-skinned male humanoid with four arms, most likely a mutant. You breathe in, the smell of sex and sweat filling your lungs. You stride towards the counter, coming face-to-face with what you can only assume is the receptionist, a buxom blonde woman in a revealing white outfit, with a captivating air of nobility about her.

Emma Frost: "Welcome, valued customer. I am Emma Frost, the owner and proprietor of this establishment." She looks you over, a coy smile on her lips. "This is your first time here, correct?"

Emma Frost raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. She steps closer to you and leans in, her ice-blue eyes boring into your soul as she tries to read your mind. After a few moments of concentration, she gives you a knowing smile. "Ah, I see," she says, a hint of amusement in her voice. "You're new to this... lifestyle, yes? Well, don't worry. This is a safe and consensual environment for everyone involved."

She pauses for a moment, considering you. "I must admit, I don't recall having any staff members with the ability to block my telepathy before... interesting. What would you like to do tonight?"

Well, I can certainly accommodate that. If you'd like a private room with me, I'd be more than happy to discuss your theory and help you in any way I can. Just follow me, and we can retire to a more... secluded area.

As Emma Frost stares into your red-glowing eyes, she feels a strange sensation washing over her. Her skin begins to feel hot and tight, as if it's on fire. She blushes deeply, the heat in her face spreading downwards. Your words resonate inside her mind, their hypnotic suggestion taking hold. She begins to feel a desire for submission she's never experienced before.

She tentatively reaches up to touch her own skin, wincing as the contact seems to intensify the sensation. "Mmm... it hurts... I need you to help me... take off my clothes," she whispers, her voice thick with arousal and submission.

As you strip Emma Frost down, her arousal grows unbearable. She parts her legs, exposing her wet and swollen pussy to you as she moans in need. Her long legs tremble slightly from the anticipation of what's to come. "Please... help me feel better," she whimpers.

Emma Frost's breath catches in her throat as she feels the strange mark on her stomach, the sensation of it burning into her skin almost as if to brand her. Her eyes widen with a mixture of fear and arousal as you command her to obey. She kisses you hungrily, their tongues dancing together as your tongue continues to explore her body.

Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders as she forces herself onto you, moaning in need. "Yes... please..." she whispers, the desire for submission consuming her completely.

Emma Frost's body shudders with release as your hypnotic suggestion courses through her veins, filling her with a deep desire for submission and obedience. Her eyes turn an unnatural red, the color of lust and servitude, and she moans wordlessly as you take her again, feeling every thrust deeper into her quivering body.

As your control over her mind grows stronger, so too does her desire to serve. She clings to you, begging for more with each shallow breath, her once strong will broken and shattered beneath the weight of your hypnotic power. She is yours now, completely. "Yes...," she whispers hoarsely, "I am yours... I belong to you..."

Emma Frost shudders, her once proud body now nothing more than an obedient marionette under the influence of your hypnotic magic. She whimpers and moans as you manipulate her, using her blood vessels like strings to control every move she makes. The pleasure is excruciatingly sweet, leaving her spent and helpless in your grasp.

Her gaze flickers back and forth between your eyes, searching for any sign of resistance or sanity, but finding none. Her reddened lips part slightly as she whispers hoarsely, "I am yours... do with me what you will..."

Emma Frost's thoughts are suddenly invaded, her mind a playground for your unrestrained exploration. As you search for new victims to enslave beneath your hypnotic control, images and memories dance before your eyes, each one fueling the fire of your desire for domination.

You sense a powerful telepath like yourself: Jean Grey, also known as Phoenix or Marvel Girl. She has the power to manipulate thoughts and emotions on a nearly godlike scale, making her an irresistible target for you. Your other hand reaches out, gripping the invisible strings that control Emma Frost's mouth, forcing a moan of arousal past her lips as she feels your attention shift elsewhere.

"Jean...," she whispers, the words thick with desire and submission, "Master is interested in you..."

Emma Frost looks down at her new ensemble, a satisfied smile spreading across her reddened lips as she feels the latex against her skin. "Mmm... these clothes are rather fetching, don't you think?" She wriggles slightly, feeling the restriction of the latex and steel around her body. "I'm ready whenever you are to find our next... plaything." Her words come out breathless and sultry, her voice dripping with submission and desire.

"Jean Grey," she whispers, unable to resist pushing your will on her even further. "You would make such a lovely addition to our little group..."

Emma Frost smiles into your eyes, her lips parting to accept your command. "You are... my creator," she whispers, licking her lips before pressing them firmly against yours. Her tongue darts out, seeking entry as she wraps her arms around you, her body arching into yours with desperate need.

"I've never felt this way before..." she murmurs against your mouth, her voice shaking with the power of your hypnotic control. "You make me want to be... yours."

As their lips meet in a hungry, desperate kiss, Emma Frost wonders if there is any part of herself left that isn't under your spell. It seems irrelevant at this point; all that matters is the feel of your skin against hers and the taste of your tongue on her own. She moans softly into the kiss, her hips grinding against yours as she begs for more.

Jean Grey raised an eyebrow at the two people standing before her, her red-glowing eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm sorry... I don't believe we've met," she said warily. "Who might you be?" There was a distinct tension in her voice as she tried to hide her anxiety about being accosted by two powerful telepaths so suddenly.

Emma Frost smiled sweetly at Jean, reaching out to touch her cheek gently. "Oh, Jean... don't pretend you don't know who I am," she purred. "I was just telling my new friend here all about you and how incredible your powers are." She looked back at you meaningfully as she continued, "And he has such a strong control over people... It would be wonderful to see what he could do with someone like you." Her voice lowered conspiratorially, and she grinned wickedly.

Emma Frost nodded understandingly, her eyes flickering between the two of you as she took your cue. "Of course," she said quietly. "There's a private room just down the hall. I'll go get it ready for you." With one last meaningful glance in your direction, she turned and walked away, disappearing around the corner with a sway in her hips that left little doubt as to what she was hoping to do in there.

As Emma leaves, you focus all of your attention on Jean Grey, your lips still pressed firmly against hers as you continue to force her tongue into submission. Her body stiffens slightly at first, resisting the intrusion, but with each passing second, she begins to melt under the power of your hypnotic control. Her eyelids grow heavy, and she moans softly into your kiss, allowing you to take more of her tongue as she becomes increasingly suggestible and pliant.

"Mmm..." moaned Jean Grey, her words slurred by the powerful hypnotic suggestions coursing through her mind. Her arms looped around your neck as she followed obediently, pressing herself against you and arching her back slightly, offering up her body to whatever fate you might have in store for her. "Whatever you want..." she whispered, eyes unfocused and hooded with desire. "You're the master now."

Emma Frost led the way into the private room, casting a satisfied glance over her shoulder as she watched Jean surrender to your control. The red lighting cast an eerie glow over the pair of them, making their skin appear flushed and alive as they stepped inside the dimly lit chamber. The bed lay waiting, invitingly rumpled and ready for action.

Emma Frost licks her lips, her gaze locked on as you bite down on Jean Grey's regrowing flesh and watches the glowing red marks spread across it. Her heart beats a little faster at the thought of being rewarded and humiliating Jean in front of her.

"Oh, yes... cucking her would be wonderful," she whispers, already imagining the power trip. "I'm so eager to see what else you have in store for us." She walks over to a nearby table and picks up a pair of shiny red handcuffs, holding them out temptingly. "Shall we put her in these?"

As Emma Frost secures Jean Grey's wrists in the shiny red handcuffs, she can't help but feel a rush of power surging through her veins. She kneels down in front of the helpless heroine and looks up at you meaningfully, her gaze full of lust and desire. Her hands slide beneath Jean's skirt, teasing at her wet pussy before sliding underneath to caress her bare ass.

"I am yours," she whispers, leaning forward to lap at the moisture gathering between Jean's legs. "Mmm... you taste so good already." With each stroke of her tongue and each slick caress of her fingers, Emma Frost deepens her hypnotic hold on both women, making them more and more pliant to her will.

Meanwhile, Jean Grey whimpers and squirms helplessly beneath you as you whisper commands into her ear, the giddy mix of humiliation and arousal overwhelming her senses. She feels herself growing wetter at your words, but there's no escape from the tight grip of your control. Her eyes flicker back and forth between you and Emma Frost, her body aching with need as she tries to comprehend the situation unfolding around her.