Live, Laugh, Loveslave
House Call (Josh's Perspective)
Two weeks after our first session, I decided it was time to pay my 'patient' a visit. I brought a metronome with me to put her under again if I had to. I was curious to see how she was getting on and to be honest, I wanted to see what her house looked like. Given her line of work, she should've had access to a lot of desirable homes. She could have her pick of the cream of the crop.
As I saw the outside of Patricia's house, it became clear to me that she wasn't stretching the truth much when I heard her bragging about her awesome her was a few times. It was a two story house painted a light shade of green, nestled among other houses of the same size It was too symmetrical to be called a McMansion, too tasteful. I could see a pool out in the backyard. I knocked on her large wooden front door and she opened it a few seconds later.
"Master, welcome!" Patricia said. Her eyes seemed to shine. She was wearing a red exercise top with daisy dukes and some sandals. "I have some iced tea waiting in the kitchen like you asked. Please, come in!"
"How is my slave doing?" I asked as I came inside the rather tastefully decorated entrance hall. She sighed contentedly while we walked into her kitchen.
"I'm in nirvana, master. None of the things that regularly get under my skin have the slightest effect. I couldn't find a reason to get mad when that guy at the boba place took a few minutes longer with my order. My subordinates at work don't bother me with their screwups nearly as much as they used to." She giggled as she handed me a glass of iced tea.
"I even got one over on a rival at work."
"Oh, you got to cut him down to size in the boardroom?" I asked. It was clear how much she enjoyed talking about herself. To be honest, I didn't really mind.
"Something like that, master. I could explain more if you wish." I nodded and she smiled again. She told me that during a meeting with her company's branch manager, she pointed out that the head of another sales team was slipping up and she even found the sales numbers to prove it. This resulted in said rival getting quite the dressing down from their boss.
"Next you'll be telling me you're brining home a different guy every other night." I said with a smile. Patricia's vanished and I felt slightly colder.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said-"
"No master, it's not your fault it's...mine."
"What to you mean?"
"I inherited much of my behavior from my mother, master. She's something of a narcissist too. She was always pushing me to accomplish more, to get higher grades, to excel as much as I could no matter what I did."
"For the sake of stroking her own ego, I'm guessing?"
"Yep. When I hit puberty she frequently searched my room for anything remotely raunchy. She said I couldn't be filling my head with smut when I had so much to do already. I never really had much room for anything related to the pleasures of the flesh."
"Including sex itself?" She looked down at the floor.
"Yes, master. I have only had sex twice in my life, both times when I was at college. I considered sleeping around as a means of climbing up the ladder at work but I couldn't bring myself to do that. I've never been able to think dirty thoughts for more than a few minutes without feeling cold. I can still hear my mother telling me that sex is a distraction from my goals."
She sounded so dejected when she said that. Then I had an idea. Maybe I could hit two birds with one stone here. I could further consolidate my control over her and help her with her unease towards the erotic.
I'd already tested my theory on how to hypnotize a narcissist. Now I wanted to see if Patricia could carry out her own pleasure conditioning.
"That won't be the case for much longer." Patricia perked up.
"Starting when I leave, you will spend a little bit of your free time everyday watching porn. Little by little, you will find the genres that particularly excite you and you will watch them exclusively. Every time you masturbate to them, they will become more entrenched in your mind and will become your fetishes, the stuff your wet dreams will be made of. You will also start buying vibrators and dildos for yourself." I took the metronome out of my backpack and put it on the table near the couch. "When you use them, you will turn the metronome, stare at the pendulum and watch the flashing light. While you masturbate, you will say 'obedience is pleasure' or any other mantras you want to use.
Patricia laughed into her hand and gave me a salacious look.
"Master is as naughty as he is wise. Not to mention considerate."
I cocked my head. She smiled.
"I would have accepted any fetish that you told me to accept. But no. You wish for me to explore myself, understand what stirs my passions, fuels my fire. I will do as you command master. I will rid myself of my unease."
"Good. I'll look forward to hearing about your progress. You will send me a text message every three days."