"Hi. Name's Parker." The man standing in Octavia's studio offering to shake her hand was very tall and he had a friendly, almost goofy smile. He wore his hair slicked back, accentuating his widow's peak. His accent had a warm, mid-western twang to it.

Octavia stared up at him for a moment. From the messages they had exchanged it was clear that he was a very intelligent man who put a lot of thought into how to express his request and his boundaries. But nothing had prepared her for how big he was in real life.

"Welcome, it's so good to finally meet you." She said with a pleasant smile as she invited him at her table. "Please sit. And tell me what you'd like to do today. I know we messaged at length in the past week, but I want to hear you say it."

He nodded without taking his big brown eyes off her and sat down. He waited until she was seated before he started to speak. "I want to surrender. I want to be brought my knees. Not just physically." Thinking, he paused for a moment. The words from their messages were fresh, the hesitation had a different reason. "I want to be… Vulnerable. Exposed…" He lowered his eyes.

Octavia took a quick breath. Seeing him like this made her heart flutter. Not many men had confessed to her so frankly, most would beat about the bush more, or they just referred to the messaged negotiation. He reminded her of Dan in his candor. "What else?" She asked quietly, as she thought to herself: please don't say 'humiliated'.

"I want to be tamed." He made eye-contact and turned fully towards her. "To be made to obey. Not through violence or pain. But sheer force of will."

She slowly nodded. "You have come to the right Dom. But I've told you my limits. I may manhandle you and it might get sexy, but I will not undress. And I don't do humiliation. I'm a gentle Dom who doesn't believe in punishment."

He laid his hands on the table, his eyes distant as he reminisced. "I'm always holding back… I always have to be careful with others. Control myself. I believe you can help me let go. With hypnosis."

"What do you think will happen when you let go?" She reached out to touch his fingers, her long nails caressing his knuckles. "Is it a question of emotional release?"

"It's sexual." He said it unbashedly. "It's about giving in to my desire."

"Exciting!" She looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. "I feel honoured to do this with you. What's your safeword?"

He looked at her and put both his hands up in the air, a gesture of capitulation. "Intense play might make me go non-verbal."

She leaned towards him, paying close attention. "What do you need me to do when you're non-verbal?"

"Keep going."  He smiled hopefully. "It means you got me."

Octavia eagerly clapped her hands and rose to her feet. "Shall we begin?"

When he stood next to her, he towered over her. "I'll uh…" He shrugged and tried to make himself smaller, less threatening. "...take off my shoes."

"Have you been hypnotised before, Parker?" She looked around her studio, thinking about what she might start with.

"Oh yeah." When he had kicked off his shoes, he seemed to think for a moment, and then he also removed his shirt and took off his belt. "I did Miss Trix's training course and I've been to the hypnokink convention in Chicago."

"Lovely." She beckoned him to come stand in front of her in the middle of the room. "What kind of induction do you like?"

He gently touched her cheek as he looked her in the eye. "Octavia, I'm an auditory person, and you have such a beautiful, sultry voice. I'm sure anything you say will work."

"Are you seducing me now?" She raised an eyebrow at him as she touched his shoulders and his chest.

He chuckled hoarsely. "It's one of the ways I eh… stay in control."

"I shall have to remedy that." She drew up close against him as she stared up into his eyes. "But first we have to do something about this situation, because it's giving me a crick in the neck."

He chuckled softly as he let go of her and went down on his knees. "Is this better?"

"Oh yes." She tenderly ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. "I would think this feels better for you too. It's very hard to feel submissive while you're standing tall, excuse the pun, and kneeling naturally brings a more obedient mindset, doesn't it?"

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Does it, though?"

"Psychological research says yes." Octavia smiled as she spoke. "I've read some absolutely fascinating research where they had the respondents stand up, lie back and kneel on the floor to examine their feelings about authority and control and a significant majority reported that the position of their body influenced their mindset."

There was a skeptical look in his eyes. "Is that s…"

She placed one finger against his lips. "Parker. You want to surrender to me, don't you?"

He nodded wordlessly, his brown eyes growing bigger as he looked up at her.

"Well, that's what I'm helping you to do. Surrender to me." She nodded at him slowly, never breaking eye-contact. Her voice was soft as she continued: "Just take a deep breath for me. Allow your neck and your shoulders to relax. All you have to do is obey me. Do as I say and your surrender to me is inevitable. Let me guide you there."

He nodded again and his eyes blinked slowly. There was a subtle change in his facial expression as he breathed out. His lips parted and thoughtlessly stayed that way as he listened to her.

"Trance is a familiar feeling to you, isn't it?" She didn't wait for an answer, she could see it in his eyes. "It's a process you can feel happening. My influence, my power overtaking you little by little with each word I speak. You can just take a moment to notice how captivating my voice is. It draws you in deeper and deeper with every word, can you feel that?" She gave him a little nod.

His head nodded sluggishly, as if it felt heavy. The change in his eyes was beautiful, they widened despite the slow blinking, staring up at her almost in wonder.

"You're doing so well, Parker." She nodded with approval. "And I know that the idea of surrendering to me is arousing to you. I wonder if in this moment, as my voice just takes you deeper into trance with every word I speak, you feel a hint of arousal somewhere in your body. You do, don't you? And that feeling is growing."

The corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile and his cheeks flushed ever so slightly, even though his body sat perfectly still.

"If you are feeling aroused right now, and if that feeling is growing on you…" She couldn't help but lick her lips as her voice grew into a hot whisper. "...it must be because you are in fact surrendering. Letting go of your resistance more and more. The more you feel yourself succumb to my hypnotic power, the more aroused you become. Can you feel that?"

A tiny moan escaped his lips as he breathed out and nodded at her again. His eyelids fluttering constantly now despite the way he helplessly stared up at her.

She tenderly touched his slack face, basking in this moment. "Feel yourself becoming more submissive and obedient with every word I speak, with every breath you take. The process is unstoppable now. You can just feel yourself grow more and more helplessly aroused because you are surrendering to me. All your thoughts focused on me. Let me guide you. Let me control you."

His head nodded one more time and then his eyes rolled up into his head. He seemed to freeze in place, a statue of a kneeling man with white eyes.

"Of course it's easy to be obedient when you're as deeply hypnotised as you are now." She caressed his stubbly chin as she continued to weave her words. "But I can assure you of two things, my dear. One is that you are aroused by your submission to me, which means that whenever you feel aroused, it's because of that surrender. And the second is that my voice helps you surrender, even when you're awake. The more you listen to my voice, the easier it becomes to follow my commands. Even as you take a deep breath and start to wake from this trance. You need to wake up because I want you to kiss me. And it will be much easier to kiss me when you're awake." She crouched in front of him, waiting with a smile.

His eyes closed and he swallowed slowly as his face twitched. After a deep breath, his arms moved with hesitation. He reached out to embrace her and then kissed her on the lips. "Thank you." He whispered almost inaudibly.

"You're doing so well." She smiled as she rose to her feet. "Now just sit there for a moment. On your knees. At my feet."

He blinked and let out a deep sigh. Then he folded his hands in his lap.

"Very good." She smiled as she crossed her arms. She made an effort to keep her voice soft and sweet. "Now open your pants and show me your cock."

He closed his eyes as if to hide what was going on inside his head. As his hands started to open his pants, a tension started to build in his neck and shoulders and Octavia wasn't sure what it meant. 

"I know my voice gives you feelings." She said in a reassuring tone. "And you can just allow those feelings to be. I need you to understand that I want you here. I want you to do this for me because it pleases me. It turns me on, Parker. You, on your knees for me, turn me on."

He shifted on his knees, his hands working to free his erection from the confines of his jeans. His chest and belly heaved with his heavy breathing and his face flushed with excitement.

"You're obeying me. Very good." She let out a happy sigh. Her voice was warm and encouraging as she commanded: "Now, stroke it for me."

As his hands started to stroke up and down, his eyes stared vacantly at the floor. His jaw was clenched shut, showing his teeth whenever his mouth opened to draw a wheezing breath. 

Octavia couldn't tell if the tension in his body language was effort, as if he was still holding back, or raw arousal. For a while, she just stood there, watching him, softly spurring him on, but pretty soon she felt the need for closeness. This was such an intimate moment, she needed to touch him.

She crouched in front of him and reached out to touch his cheek. He froze mid-breath, baring his teeth and he suddenly made eye-contact. His eyes were intense and full of lust. She gave him an approving look as she stroked his jaw.

"That's right." She smiled and held his gaze. "You're doing this for me. I want your surrender. I want your arousal. I want all of it."

His lips trembled and a deep growl grew in his throat. He lunged at her to kiss her, pushing her over on the floor. With one hand on her shoulder, he pinned her down, kissing her with abandon. 

Her heart beat in her throat as she reached up to push both her hands against his hairy chest. When he stopped kissing, she stared into his eyes and took a deep breath. "Sit!" The command was short but her tone and the way her hands pushed him made it clear what she meant. She held his gaze as he let go of her and went down on his hands and knees in front of her.

"Very good." She said as she sat on the floor, shifting to make her pose more comfortable and a little seductive. "I want you on your knees for me. Stroking yourself. Helplessly aroused. My submissive."

There was a tremble in his shoulders accompanying his heavy breathing as he sat back and resumed masturbating. But his eyes were trained on her now, large and shining.

With a smile, she leaned towards him to touch his cheek once more. "Good boy." She cooed. "You're such an obedient, good boy."

With a shuddering breath, his eyes closed and he nuzzled her hand, freezing in place once more. As if he was eating out of her hand.