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                           NEON DREAM
            Some thoughts are more equal than others

                            Laethir
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                        [2024-01-20 Sat]

Table of Contents

1. DISCLAIMER
2. Meeting at the Neon Dreams club
3. Leaving in a car

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• TITLE: Neon Dream
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2 Meeting at the Neon Dreams club

A young man enters the [Neon Dreams], a bar and popular night club. Those are slightly unusual circumstances for him.

He used dating websites before, but today was unusual, because he agreed to a blind date. Well, one-sided blind at least. She did not have a photo on her profile, when she wrote him a message. He had a picture in his profile, even if not the most up-to-date one.

It took a bit of back and forth, but finally, he agreed on meeting her. She seemed friendly, as far as he could tell from their online interactions. Why not give it a chance? What could go wrong? If he did not like the date, there would be no obligation to have another date.

He thought, that she might have reasons to not put a profile picture online. Perhaps she was someone slightly famous. Or perhaps she wanted to initiate contact, instead of receiving many messages from men.

He asked her, how they would recognize each other. In response she told him to what to wear. A black shirt and a hat. The hat he had to buy, since he never wore a hat before. Furthermore she told him to draw a big hollow circle on the back of one of his hands, just to be sure to be recognizable.

The tone of her latest message was peculiar. Before, they had merely texted. Her last message was a voice message though. Perhaps as a minimal reassurance for him.

(her:) “21 hundred sharp. Be there.”

He heard her voice. This seemed in contrast to their friendly conversation before. He interpreted it as a playful way of expressing excitement. If he was honest, it did somewhat excite him, thinking about that message throughout the day and how commanding she had sounded. He imagined what she would look like, trying to match a face to that voice. That did not work, but he explored exciting thoughts nevertheless.

He looks around the bar for a place to sit. This place has mostly wooden furniture. Some round tables in the open with 2–3 chairs each, but also some corners with benches along the walls of the room, with respective tables of course.

Is this place self-service? He ponders for a moment, then decides to take a seat at a table at the counter, greeting the bartender.

(bartender:) “Good evening.”

Replies the bartender, while cleaning a glass, and gives his new customer a friendly, yet prompting look.

(him:) “Let me see the menu.”

The young man replies.

The bartender nods. He reaches to grab one of their laminated cards from behind the counter, then provides the card.

Thanking the bartender, the young man starts reading the menu. Mostly alcoholic drinks are listed. He does not drink alcohol, so he looks at the non-alcoholic drinks section. A couple of types of bagged tea, and a few non-alcoholic cocktails are available. He opts for a “Coconut Kiss” cocktail.

Soon the cocktail appears.

A sweet non-alcoholic one, including coconut milk, cream, and a slice of orange put on the rim, conveying an idea of a Caribbean dream. He had to acknowledge, that it looked rather fancy.

Sipping from his drink, he surveys the room.

(his thoughts:) /Is she already here? Will she recognize me?/ He thinks.

Reassuring himself, he checks his clothes. Black shirt, just like she told him. Good. Hat still on his head? Yep. Back of the hand visible? He turns lays his hand on the glass in front of him, making the circle on the back of his hand clearly visible.

(his thoughts:) /“It’s up to her now.”/ He decides.

From the ceiling hangs a black light ball, that has small round windows all around, slowly rotating. There are some soft spotlights as well, coloring the room in various hues. Overall the room is illuminated sparsely, which adds to its atmosphere.

A few people sit at the tables, looking at their phones, reading the menu, chatting, or simply starring into the distance. There also seem to be a few people sitting on the benches along the walls, their faces barely discernible, in the dimly lit room.

However, no sign of anyone closing in on him yet. So his date, he thinks, has probably not yet arrived. He checks the time. Still a few minutes left for her to be on time.

Minutes pass, as he sits there and sips his drink. Cheerful chatter can be heard from outside the bar. A couple of people just arrived. Passing the inspection by the bouncer at the door, they enter. Their chatter continues, as they walk on towards the club room. They know their way. On their way, they check out the other customers. One of them, a young woman grins at the young man sitting at the bar. He is not sure what her message is. Before he can find out, the group disappears behind the door towards the club room.

(his thoughts:) /“Was that her?”/

He thought, that she would be alone though, not with a whole group of friends.

He checks the time again. 21:00. She should be arriving any moment, if she is not one of those who entered the club a moment ago.

As he looks around, something seems off. A feeling at the edge of perception. Brushing the sensation aside he takes another sip of his drink. However, a minute later he again gets that feeling. A faint tingling sensation in his temples. This time stronger than the first time. Warily he eyes his beverage. Did he misread and the drink was alcoholic? He checks the menu again. No, it should be non-alcoholic. Meanwhile he feels the tingling sensation intensify. As it spreads across the sides of his head, he feels his shoulders relax. Slightly worried he looks at the bartender.

(his thoughts:) /“Did they notice anything?”/

The bartender looks at him, then says:

(bartender:) “Everything OK?”

The young man nods a bit too abruptly to completely disperse the bartender’s worries. He excuses himself, heading for the restroom.

Reaching the restroom, he hurries to the sink. Above the sink is a mirror mounted to the wall. He inspects his face in the mirror.

(his thoughts:) /“What’s wrong with me?”/ he thinks.

Quickly he turns on the tap and splashes cold water onto his face. Refreshing.

The tingling sensation subsides merely a little bit.

Unbeknownst to him at this time, he was observed by a figure sitting in a corner of the bar, half hidden in the shadows of part of the walls of the room. The woman sitting there, sipping a drink, followed all of what transpired closely, never losing sight of the young man.

Standing at the sink, looking into the mirror, the man thinks:

(his thoughts:) /“I need to shake this off before she arrives.”/

He takes out his phone and checks the time. Damn, no time left. For a moment he ponders his options. He decides to take a look around the bar room one last time, before checking out club.

He leaves the restroom. Taking a route in an arc around most of the tables, he looks for his date. Does any woman recognize him or give him a sign? No one gives him a sign. Is he getting stood up? He holds his hand in a way, that the circle on the back of his hand is visible.

There is a woman sitting in the corner of the room. He looks at her, smiles, but no sign of recognition comes as a response. Perhaps his date is late? Perhaps he could leave a note with the bartender? No, that would probably be weird. Also he does not want to show any signs of his current condition. Any new messages from her on the phone? He checks. Nothing.

He decides to try his luck and find that group of people, who came in a few minutes ago and went to the club room.

2.1 The club

Passing the counter, he fakes a smile and nods to the bartender. Past the counter he turns right, walking to the door, that leads to the club room.

There is a bouncer standing next to the door. The young man walks slowly towards the door. The bouncer makes no move to inspect him, but instead just looks straight ahead. He shrugs and reaches for the door handle.

The tingling sensation in his temples is increasing again. He can also feel it in his forearms a little. It feels, as if he was very aware of his own blood circulation, to a degree, that he can feel the blood rushing through his veins.

Meanwhile, the woman sitting in the shadowy corner of the bar room, who has observed him closely, smiles to herself.

/“Perfect.”/ She thinks, satisfied with the situation. /“All is going according to plan.”/

Without much of a noise, she gets up. She straightens her black dress and heads to the club room as well.

He passes the door and finds himself in a corridor. As the door closes behind him, he walks a little faster.

The corridor leads him to a staircase spiraling down to another door, behind which the club room is located. Quickly he descends the staircase, gripping the rails firmly. The steps are made out of metal. Each step down produces a metallic click that echoes in the corridor.

He can already hear the electronic music faintly from behind the club door. The door features a large hand-wheel, like some doors in a submarine. However, it is merely there for decoration and atmosphere. Though the door is heavy, it opens up surprisingly without much effort, when he pulls it.

(his thought:) /“Probably a safety measure.”/ he thinks.

A short pause in the music. Then he hears a faint robotic voice: /“Tracking target.”/ and the music continues playing.

He ascribes the robotic voice to the music playing in the club. As he opens the door, the diffuse sound from inside grows in volume. Now he cannot only hear, but also see the crowd inside moving to the beat.

What he does not hear are the metallic clicks of heels, caused by someone following him down the staircase. She grips the rails guiding down the stairs and leans forward, to see him entering the club room.

She descends the staircase. A few moments later, she reaches the club room door. He already moved into the club room and disappeared in the crowd. Even though many bio signatures are displayed on her augmented reality contact lenses, one signature is clearly highlighted, making it easy for her to track the young man down, even in a crowd like the one in the club room.

The room softly lit. Neon blue and pink colored spotlights swirl and spin around, here and there illuminating a figure or face in the crowd. The light, the electronic music, and the people dancing with each other and on dancing poles all contribute to the place’s futuristic atmosphere. Some people hold self-luminous drinks, which contrast the colors of the spotlights with their wide variety of colors.

There is a counter in this room as well, where people sit on stools or buy their colorful drinks. On the opposite side of the room, there is an elevated platform, on which a DJ performs, dancing fittingly.

Not really sure where to head, he walks and pushes through the crowd. Then he hears a voice that sounds kind of robotic:

(robotic voice in his mind:) /“Calibration in progress …”/

He turns around. This time there was no pause in the music this time. It did not sound like part of the music. No obvious source of the voice is visible though. Confused he moves on.

As he pushes through the crowd, he sees many people having a good time, dancing and laughing. Many probably lost in their own internal worlds, forgetting about the world outside of the club for a while.

He moves on to the far side of the room. The tingling sensation in his temples has not subsided. On the contrary, it has spread to his upper arms and all of his head. It feels almost as if tiny electric sparks danced across his skin.

The DJ skillfully bridges between two tracks. Some people in the crowd cry out with joy.

He arrives at the far side of the room. Fewer people are here, leaving some more space to move, unlike the center of the room.

Not far behind, getting closer to him, she scans the room and faces moving in front of her. Swiftly she moves through the crowd, observing the distance and direction indication displayed on her AR contact lenses. He is very close now.

Calibration of her telepathy device with his brain is also progressing nicely. The status display tells her calibration is 90% done.

The crowd in front of her thins out. There is a person supporting themselves, the palm of their hand resting on the wall. She moves closer. The distance indicator starts to blink wildly.

The young man hasn’t spotted her approaching yet. However, a thought enters his mind:

(her thought in his mind:) /“Turn around.”/

Startled, he turns around, looking for the speaker. There. Someone is walking directly towards him.

A woman wearing a black halter neck leather dress and high heels confidently walks towards him.

A ray of blue light moves across her face. Part of her face is shielded from the light, by her roughly shoulder long dark brown hair. The light reveals her expression briefly. It looks like she is smiling. His attention captured by her appearance, he cannot avert his eyes and studies her from top to bottom. The occasional ray of light reflects off her black leather dress, highlighting her slender body shape and attractive features.

She fixes her eyes on his. Confidently she closes in on him. Her determined gaze and the confidence she exudes lets his world shrink to just the two of them. The distance between them shrinks quickly. Then she stands before him, only an arm’s length away.

(her thought in his mind:) /“There you are!”/ he hears her say.

No, that is not right. Her mouth did not move. Yet he is quite sure he heard her voice just a moment ago.

(robotic voice in his mind:) /“Finishing calibration …”/ he hears another voice.

/“Who said that? That voice sounds different from her voice … robotic?”/ He wonders.

He moves his head, to look around for the source of that voice. She quickly reaches up to his chin, pulling his head back, so that their eyes meet again, her gaze piercing his, pinning him down. He stands transfixed. His whole world being her eyes, he loses himself in them for a moment, mesmerized. Did he just see a tiny flash in her eyes? It almost looks like her eyes themselves are a source of a faint light. She blinks, closing her eyes for a moment seeming unusually long. She opens her eyes. The light he seemed to have seen is gone.

The tingling sensation in his temples reaches new heights and becomes overwhelming. He feels dizzy. She puts her hands on his shoulders. Although he does not see her lips move, he seems to hear her voice again:

(her thought in his mind:) /“Mmmmm … yes … open up wide for me …”/

Even though his mind races, his body relaxes. Weakness spreads throughout his body, down into his knees. He tries to get a grip of himself, to command his body to stand strong, but it is no use. It is as if his commands never reach his legs. He almost cannot keep standing, so weak feel his knees. His eyes still locked onto hers, he sees her slowly and sensually blink. Her being so close, it causes him to mirror the movement.

A different kind of sensation overwhelms him. He feels himself falling forwards. For an instant he completely loses control over his body. Her hands still on his shoulders, she stabilizes him, preventing him from truly falling.

His eyes shut, he feels something wrapping around his head. It feels like a net, yet, if his eyes were open, he would not see any net. The sensation intensifies, as if the net was tightening a little around his head. Oddly though, the net feels … good … stabilizing him. Something holding him upright, while his body feels so weak. He starts to rely on the support net seems to provide, holding his head. The more he relies on that support, the more the feeling of falling over subsides, until, after a few moments, it is completely gone, together with most of the tingling sensation on his skin and in his temples.

Still weak, he reopens his eyes.

Then he hears that robotic voice again:

(robotic voice in his mind:) /“Calibration complete.”/

A moment later he hears her voice triumphantly exclaiming:

(her thought in his mind:) /“You are mine!”/

Or did he just imagine that? Was that her voice? How would he know? His mind is racing to catch up with reality or whatever it is, that he perceives.

(her thought in his mind:) /“Kneel!”/

He hears her thought in his mind, resonating, reverberating multiple times, as if bouncing off the sides of his head, back and forth. Then another thought appears. Spoken by a seductively smooth, yet determined voice in his mind:

(her thought in his mind:) /“I must kneel before her!”/

As he hears that voice his focus turns inwards once more. His lips slightly part. She pushes him down. Too weak and too distracted by that voice to muster any resistance, his knees bend. He sinks down to his knees before her.

(her thought in his mind:) /“That’s right … Gooood boy!”/

Satisfied, she pats his shoulder, beaming down at him.

He feels shame kneeling there, yet he is too weak to stand up. However, shame is only one part of his feelings. There is something else. Something that he has not felt before. He feels strangely content, as if he finally arrived at some long sought destination.

As she towers over him, he gets a closer look at her. Her black leather dress occasionally reflects the neon light thrown by the spotlights of the club room. It highlights her fit shape, as the dress tightly fits her. He gets a chance to marvel at her feminine yet athletic legs, her firm breasts and overall fit shape. Her wearing high heels makes her towering over him even higher.

She reinforces her thought transmissions into his mind, chipping away at his mental defenses and resistance.

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“There is nothing I can do.”/

(his own thought:) /“What is happening?”/

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“I cannot resist her.”/

(his own thought:) /“Was that my thought? Why am I thinking these things?”/

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“I am weak. I must obey her.”/

(his own thought:) /“What? … Who … Ahhh!”/

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“She owns me. I am hers.”/

It seems like his mind is no longer his own. He cannot control his own thoughts, as she transmits submissive thought after submissive thought into his mind, brushing his own thoughts aside, giving his mind too much too handle, overpowering him.

She recognizes his internal struggle and subsequent inability to resist her. Securing her hold over him, providing his mind with a lifeline he can cling to, she injects a thought clearly distinguishable as hers:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Mmmm … good boy!”/

Refocusing on the external perception, he sees the satisfaction, about the results of what she is doing to him, displayed on her face.

For a moment he thinks:

(his own thought:) /“Did she put something into my drink? But there was no time to. Maybe the bartender?”/

He hears her thoughts in his mind:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“I see you are confused. It will all soon be very clear to you … Get up!”/

Still he feels very weak in the knees before her, but the body obeys. Almost without willing his body to do so he manages to stand up, barely, but complying. She steps even closer looking directly into his eyes. Gently she caresses his arms.

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Her touch makes me weak. Weak arms. My arms feel soooo weak.”/

He hears himself think her suggestion. Instantly he feels the effect. His arms relax and fall limp at his sides. Too heavy to lift. She reaches behind her. If the music in the club was not drowning out the sound, he would hear the sound of metal links of a chain rustling against each other.

A collar and a leash appear in her hands. She raises the collar up to his face. Her hands so close, her violet polished fingernails deflect stray neon light. Stroking his cheeks softly with the approximately 3 fingers wide leather band of the collar, she lets him feel its material. Gently, she lays the metal chain around his neck. The links of the chain feel cool against his skin, as she moves them back and forth, seductively smiling at him. His heart beats quicker and his breath becomes shallower. He realizes what is about to happen. Yet he is powerless to resist. Even, if he was not, there is a part of him, that desires her and a longing he previously did not know, for her to put that collar around his neck.

She injects her thoughts into his by now receptive mind:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Now my good boy …”/

A shower of warm pleasure runs over his body from top to bottom hearing her words in his mind, as he throws back his head slightly.

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“… hold still for a moment.”/

She injects and removes the leash from around his neck. Then she lays the collar on his throat, letting him feel it for a moment, before wrapping it all the way around his neck. A moment of fumbling with the fastener, then a little pulling, to make it fit his neck, without allowing for too much clearance, so that the collar does not rotate around his neck too much, when pulling at it.

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“… Yes, juuust like that.”/

With the collar properly fastened she lets the links of the metal chain glide through the palm of her hand. She nods.

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Now you know whom you belong to, my pet.”/

He hears her in his mind.

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“I am her pet. I must be very obedient now.”/

A moment of confusion follows, having difficulties distinguishing her injected and his own thoughts:

(his thoughts:) /“What …”/

The confusion must have been visible on his face. She puts her finger on his lips and injects thoughts:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Shhhh … No need to think. Only need to obey Mistress. I need to be quiet and obedient.”/

Again his thoughts are replaced by hers. He finds himself following the train of thoughts she started in his mind:

(his own thoughts:) /“Quiet and obedient for Mistress.”/

Even though this situation must be at least somewhat mind blowing and frightening, if he is honest with himself, he has to admit, that he derives pleasure from her control over his mind. Never has he felt something like it before. He does not care any longer about potential onlookers in the club. His whole focus is her. Her and her thoughts in his mind. A game has started. A game of hide and seek in his mind. His personality hiding, hoping her thoughts won’t reach it, yet gradually surrendering more and more parts to her influence.

He hears her thoughts:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“That’s a good boy … Now follow me.”/

She curls her finger front of his face, beckoning him to follow her. He knows there is no choice but to obey. Too powerful is her influence on his mind. She turns around and starts walking towards the exit of the club room, tugging briefly on the leash, setting him into motion.

A few people in the club observed the whole process and whistle, other faces show surprise as they pass by and notice the leash. People clear a path before them. Curious eyes follow them.

Arriving at the entrance door decorated with the large hand-wheel, he sees one of the bouncers. It is the one who previously stood at the door to the corridor leading to the club room.

She nods to the bouncer. Apparently she seems to have an understanding with the bouncer. The bouncer turns around, opens the door and waits on the other side of the door. She and her prey pass through the door. The door of the club room is closed behind them, drowning most of the music and noise from inside. Instead of going upstairs, the bouncer turns to the right. There he deactivates the alarm on a door of an emergency exit and opens it. He then turns around and gestures to indicate that they are to leave through the emergency exit.

She steps close to the bouncer, looks deeply into his eyes. For a few seconds the bouncer is motionless. Then he blinks and his eyelids half close. She raises her hand. The bouncer’s eyelids flutter. She snaps her fingers. The man’s eyes shut. His back against the wall next to the emergency exit, he slowly sinks to the floor. She squats down next to him and whispers something into his ears. His mouth opens slightly, his face changing to a softer expression and a blissful smile.

The door leads into a corridor, approximately ten meters long. The corridor has none of the decorations found elsewhere in the club. It is plain, and dimly lit in red emergency light. The door closes behind them, ominously clicking. It certainly could be interpreted as symbolizing the end of a part of his life and the start of something new.

At the end of the corridor, another door leads to the outside of the club.

They walk towards the exit. His eyes lowered, looking at her high heels, clicking on the floor in front of him. The periodic clicking of her heels has a calming effect on him. Click … clack … click … clack. He is getting used to being guided by her on a leash, feeling more and more submissive.

They reach the door. She opens it and they step out into a mostly empty parking lot.

3 Leaving

By now or at least temporarily he has given up all resistance to her thoughts in his mind. Too exhausting is the fight for clarity and accountability of his own mind. He follows her every thought. Her thoughts effortlessly shaping his mind, at a slower pace than inside the club, when his mind was overwhelmed. Yet there is a continuous stream of thoughts seeping into his mind, instilling submissiveness in his mind, keeping him occupied:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“I follow my Mistress … I cannot resist her … Obedience is pleasure …”/

After the initial struggle and attempts to resist, he quickly found, that it can be quite relaxing and comforting, to let someone else make all the decisions.

He obediently follows her, the chain attached to collar clinking softly. The sound of her heels clicking on the ground is changed on the asphalt, yet remains regular and calming. They pass by some of the cars parked outside of the [Neon Dreams]. She does not give him indication, where they are heading, until she stops behind one of the cars.

The car has tinted windows. Only some outlines of the interior can be made out from the outside. A short pause in the stream of thoughts almost startles him.

A soft sound of a car door unlocking can be heard. The driver’s door opens. The driver, an elegantly dressed man wearing a black suit, steps out of the car. He nods in her direction. The driver opens the rear doors of the car on both sides, then stands at the ready next to one of the doors.

(his own thoughts:) /“Where are we going?”/

Is his next hazy thought which he manages to put into words directed at her. Looking at her, he notices how well her outfit suits her. He almost forgets the question he just asked.

In his mind a new thought appears:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“I don’t need to know.”/

The urge for knowing the answer to his question subsides.

She gives the leash a good tug, forcing him closer. Then she wraps the chain around his neck a few times. The cold touch of the chain links makes him regain some clarity of mind for a moment. She leans in as if to whisper in his ear. Then he hears her thought in his mind:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Get into the car and be a good pet.”/

Her seductive voice and commanding tone drops him back down into a hazy obedient state of mind. He walks to the left rear door of the car and gets in.

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Close the door.”/

He hears her command and obeys.

The seats are comfortable. The driver is hidden behind a black tinted driver barrier, allowing through only faint light, making the artificial interior lighting the only proper source of light. This car is impeccably clean. Not unlikely, that it was cleaned the same day.

Satisfied, she walks to the other side and moves to get inside the car as well. The driver still at the ready reaches out to offer her a hand. She takes the driver’s hand and sits next to her new pet on the rear seat. The driver closes the door for her, then walks back to the driver’s door and gets back into the car. He closes the driver’s door as well. A clicking sound a moment later from the doors of the car lets them know, that the doors are locked.

“Kāichē ba!”[1]

The words reach his ears, without him understanding their meaning. Nevertheless, a moment later the car’s engine comes to life and the car starts slowly, leaving the parking lot.

For few minutes, they just drive. What has happened during the last hour loop in his mind. A squall of emotions hits him again and again, while he remembers each situation inside the club. The waiting, the weird tingling sensation, the robotic voice he heard, the music and joyful people dancing, then her invading his mind, overpowering him mentally. Impatience, suspicion, trepidation, confusion, panic, arousal, powerlessness, submission, bliss, and utter obedience. And now? Now he is trapped inside this car. It all happened so quickly. Did he ever truly have a choice in how it all played out? Or is it in general futile to try and resist her mental domination? As he so ponders his situation, the minutes pass.

She must have sensed his musings and possibly his uncertainty, of what is to come and where they are heading. A panicked pet does not make for a pleasant experience, she decides. So she soothes his mind:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Relax. You are safe. There is no need to worry.”/

He looks at her, admiring her. Her injecting thoughts into his mind is an experience unlike anything he ever felt before. Violating his inner world, yet unbelievably intimate. Her mind touching his. This presence in his mind while controlling and overwhelming, at the same time is reassuring. On her face a satisfied smile. How much of all this was planned? Considering the car waiting for them at the parking lot, certainly the result of what she does to him.

(his own thoughts:) /“Who is she?”/

He wonders.

She notices him staring at her and turns to him. Up until now she mostly used telepathy. This was doubly effective: Inside the club the music would have made it difficult to understand what she was saying, if she had used her voice, rather than her thoughts, and the invasion of his thoughts had profoundly affected his reactions and feelings. Now however, undisturbed, on the back seat of a car, unlike in the club, hidden from onlookers, she makes use of her voice:

(her:) “I am sure by now you must have realized, how useless it is to try to resist, haven’t you?”

There is that voice. The one he heard on the phone, in her voice message. Her thoughts ring in his mind:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“It is utterly useless to try to resist Mistress.”/

He manages to reply: /“Yes … Mistress …”/

Then she says:

(her:) “I want you to focus only on me now.”

She smiles.

(her:) “That shouldn’t be too hard to do.”

She moves closer. Resting her elbow on the backrest, she gently caresses his upper arm with her other hand. Her touch feels pleasant and warm.

(her:) “You must understand that your life will change now.”

While she uses her voice now, occasionally she still slips thoughts into his mind. Aside from influencing his responses, it seems to be her way of making things clearer. He does not have to ponder the meaning of her words for long, before a thought enters his mind:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“My life will change now. No resistance is possible. I accept. I do not need to worry.”/

Before he has any time to discern that thought from his own thoughts, she continues:

(her:) “Mmmm … Yes! … That’s a good pet!”

The way she speaks sends a warm wave of pleasure down his spine.

His pleasure increases further as he looks at her and receives her next thoughts:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Obey me …”/

Then:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“I will obey her every command.”/.

She leans towards him, and lays her hand on his chest. Then she moves her hand over his torso, downwards, across his belly, down below his navel, intentionally resting there, at a vulnerable part of his body. He needs to learn to trust her. She observes the effect this has on him closely. At first there is tension in his belly, uncertainty of what she is doing. She presses her palm gently into him, as if to claim his body in addition to his mind. A few moments later, he relaxes his muscles.

She whispers in his ear:

(her:) “Nǚzhǔrén de yuànwàng shì nǐde mìnglìng.”[2]

A thought appears in his mind:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Mistress’ wishes are your commands.”/

It is clear to him, that this is the meaning of what she just whispered into his ear.

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Rely on your thoughts. You can trust your mind. Simply let me guide you. You will soon understand everything.”/

She leans against the backrest, lays her hand on his neck and caresses him gently.

(her:) “Reeelax.”

His shoulders relax. He lets himself sink into her touch.

(her:) “Let go. Listen to my voice.”

More and more open to her suggestions, he lets her words seep deeper into his mind, with every word relaxing him more.

(her:) “Good boy!”

His lips part slightly. Another wave of pleasure runs over his scalp and then down his shoulders and arms. Her hand still resting on his belly, he becomes aware of it again. The warmth radiates out from where her hand touches him. His focus shifts momentarily to the pleasurable sensations all over his body, causing him to miss her next words, at least consciously.

(her:) “There is no need to analyze all my words. They will sink deep into your mind nonetheless. I will take good care of your mind. That selfish little mind will soon work for me.”

In his mind he responds:

(his own thoughts:) /“Yes! Please!”/

Then her thoughts whisper in his mind:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“I’ll surrender all control to her.”/

The compliance of his mind is reflected on his face and in his body language. As a reward for his compliance, she gently runs her fingers across his neck.

And so she begins a lengthy process of working on his mind. Molding it. Shaping it. Beginning to condition him to think the thoughts she wants him to think. Training him to react appropriately and according to her wishes. She closely monitors his reactions to her words, thoughts and touch, slightly adapting her method and timing to them.

It becomes more and more difficult for him to distinguish between his own thoughts and her injected thoughts. At times he does not seem to be consciously aware of what she is doing with him any longer, other times his focus seems razor sharp, listening to her every word. The transitions between consciously processing her words and simply letting them stream into his defenseless mind, only to be processed by his subconscious become blurrier. For a while he lingers in this in-between state, before his conscious mind finally surrenders and shuts down.

An uncertain time later, the car is still driving. It provides a monotone background hum. Neither does he know for how long they are already driving nor where they are. All he is aware of now is, that she is speaking softly to him.

(her:) “I have you now. You are under my control. Accept the thoughts of surrender. This is now part of who you are. Accept and surrender. You are my mind slave. I am your mind mistress. Mmmmm … yes … yes, let go. Sink deep into submission.”

Whether they are his own thoughts or her thoughts in his mind, he cannot tell, only that they are what he is thinking:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Submission … Obedience … Surrender …”/

The words loop inside his mind. His mind is swimming in her words. Pleasure still runs up and down his body. She caresses his forehead. He completely submits to her treatment, as it feels sooo good to give in to her.

(her:) “This is what you always wanted … my slave.”

He hears her say, reinforced by her thoughts in his mind:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Devote yourself to me … Devotion, obedience, and surrender … The new pillars of your mind. They will give you all the strength you need to serve me.”/

A couple of minutes pass, his mind drifting, lost in thought and unthought. His eyes still closed, he hears her working on something. The sound of air moving, like from a fan, and something rattling. The sounds cause his awareness to turn towards things outside of his mind. He becomes aware, that he is not sitting any longer, but laying on his side. His eyes open slowly, drowsy as he is. At first he is confused, then his mind starts to interpret properly what he sees. His head rests on her lap.

She is leaning over him and fumbles with some device standing between the driver barrier and the back seats of the car. It is a black box. A tube comes out of it on one side. The tube goes upwards, out of his field of vision. He turns his head to follow the tube. Looking upwards, he sees her leaning over him. Her body close to his face. For a moment he marvels at her shape. Then she leans back. She notices his eyes are open. A slight smile appears on her face.

(her:) “I have something for you my pet.”

She tells him, looking directly into his eyes. Whatever it is, he would accept it. He would want it and obey her, he tells himself. It becomes clear, what that tube leads to, as she moves it into sight.

(her:) “I will put this mask on your face. You will not resist me. You trust me. Relax. Nothing bad will happen. It is all part of my plans for you. Just let it happen.”

He looks up at her, into her eyes. Then whispers:

(him:) “Yes Mistress.”

A satisfied smile appears on her face. She puts the mask on his face.

(her:) “Mmmm … Good boy …”

She says and reaches for the controls of the device connected to the breathing mask. His heartbeat quickens. Yet, he inhales deeply, surrendering to whatever she has planned for him. As she turns a dial up, it produces a clicking sound. A few moments later, he smells a sweet fragrance in the air he breathes. His eyes widen a little. Seeing his reaction, she caresses his head and holds the mask firmly in place:

(her:) “Shhh … Breathe deeply … yeees, just like that … inhale … and exhale … inhale … and exhale … You are doing so well … it’s so very easy … so very simple … to obey me like that …”

He calms and continues to take deep breaths, just like she instructs him, as she continues:

(her:) “You want to be a good obedient toy for your Mistress, don’t you? Yes … good boy … You are safe …”

He feels himself getting sleepier, while she continues calmly talking to him:

(her:) “Look deeply into my eyes, as you surrender … Deep into my eyes … Lose yourself in them … inhale … exhale … Thaaat’s it.”

She turns up the dial on the breathing apparatus all the way. In his mind he thinks her thoughts:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“In a few moments, your mind will surrender to sleep. You will accept your place as my mind controlled slave. When you wake up, you will remember everything that happened today. Most importantly, you will remember who owns you. You will remember whose commands you obey. When the time is right, you will be ready to serve your mind Mistress, hmmmm … You will be ready and ecstatic upon receiving my orders …”/

For a moment she ponders. Then she continues:

/“I want you to say it for me. Say: I am owned by Mistress Jung.”/

The words reverberate in his mind. Automatically his mouth opens and he mindlessly repeats her words.

She continues:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Say: Mistress Jung controls my mind.”/

Again, he repeats her words.

She injects into his mind:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Say: I am Mistress Jung’s mind slave, ready to obey her every command.”/

He obeys without hesitation.

She whispers to him:

(her:) “Fúwù Jung nǚzhǔrén shì wǒde róngyào.”[3]

The meaning becomes clear in his mind:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“Serving Mistress Jung is my honor.”/

He repeats it for her.

Satisfied, she rewards him with praise:

(her:) “Good. Stop repeating my words now. You did well today. For now my slave, juuuust …”

She leans down, so that he can hear her whisper:

(her, whispering:) “… surrender and sleep … surrender and sleep … surrender … sleep.”

Then it echoes in his mind:

(her thoughts in his mind:) /“… surrender … sleep … surrender … sleep …”/

Her piercing eyes are the last he sees before he loses consciousness.

Footnotes _________

[1] Chinese: 「开车吧！」 for “Drive!”.

[2] Chinese: 「女主人的愿望是你的命令。」 for “Mistress’ wishes are your commands.”

[3] Chinese: 「服务蓉女主人是我的荣耀。」 for “Serving Mistress Jung is my honor.”