“Three, two, one, awake.”

With a yawn, I reluctantly blinked my eyes open, emerging from that blissful ocean of mindlessness I found myself in when I went into trance. (I like to call them the Spiral Seas, because, you know, vivid imagery and alliteration and that cool shit.) To my surprise, I was now lying on the couch on my back, my right leg draped over the side. I vaguely recalled that when Richard had sent Chicken AJ back into hypnosis, I’d dropped into a sitting position, so I must’ve slumped over at some point during my trance.

Richard was sitting in the armchair, leaning forwards and gazing at me keenly, his hands clasped together in his lap. “How you feeling, AJ?”

As I considered the question, a naughty smile crept across my face. Usually when I came out of trance I felt chilled out and a little horny - feeling at least a little horny is pretty much baseline for me when I’m hypnotised - but this time it was more than just a little. It felt like I’d just had a really sexy dream, like I’d been fingering myself in my sleep...

“Relaxed,” I answered simply. Then I raised my left hand and brandished the middle finger at him, adding, “Embarrassed about being turned into a fucking chicken.”

He chortled. “I’m sorry, I had to! Every hypnotist turns someone into a chicken at some point, I couldn’t resist.” (Thankfully he’d removed the trigger during the last trance, so him saying the word ‘chicken’ no longer brought on my mental transformation. Not that evening, anyway...) “If it’s any consolation you were an adorable chicken. The pride of the coop, I reckon!”

“Well, of course I was,” I said, sitting up and edging along the couch so I was at the end closest to him. “I do remember enjoying it an unreasonable amount. Like, being a chicken was better than being a human! I don’t believe that any more, but at the time...”

“I can imagine it must have been pretty... intoxicating,” Richard mused. “But you feel like a normal human again now, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” I grinned, knowing I was better than good. If anything I was getting more turned on by the second - which was weird, because nothing sexy or hypnotic was happening at that moment!

“Good... And what are you?”

“I’m your hypnotised plaything,” I answered automatically, before I had time to think about the weird question or consider my reply. My eyes widened as I realised what I’d just said. He giggled gleefully.

“Oh, you suck,” I told him. “You suck, I hate you, you’re the worst.”

“Yeah, I probably am the worst,” he admitted, nodding, “but what are you?”

“I’m your hypnotised plaything.” The sentence fell out of my mouth with no input from me - I tried to stop it, but as usual, I had no luck. Feeling my face going bright red, I hid it with a hand, feebly protesting, “This is too mean!” Though all the while I grew hornier and hornier, so clearly part of me was enjoying it...

“Aw, poor you,” he said mockingly. “Do you recall your name right now, or are you just my hypnotised plaything?”

“Yes, I know my name, it’s Alyssa,” I said indignantly. “And I’m not your hypnotised plaything, that’s just something you’re making me say!”

“Do you remember my name?”

“Yes, it’s Master.” I inhaled sharply out of surprise and frustration. “No, wait, it’s not - it’s Master. It’s Mast- Mas- fuck’s sake!”

Uproarious laughter from Richard - or Master, as he preferred to be called. I actually did know his real name at that point, I just couldn’t say it - every time I tried to articulate it, ‘Master’ came out instead. It was maddening. And arousing. Having to call him that - and having to declare myself his hypnotised plaything any time he fancied - was making me feel very submissive. My horniness grew exponentially - I was so turned on, it felt like there were agile fingers expertly playing with my pussy.

Despite how much I was privately enjoying my inability to control my own words, I refused to let him have the last laugh. “I’ll spell it out if I have to,” I snapped. “R.” I felt relief at the discovery that I could at least spell his name. “I, C -”

“Freeze.”

My mind and body froze in place, leaving me gazing vacantly in Richard’s direction. He leaned to the side, out of my line of sight, and my stare remained fixed in place. My mouth was slightly open, ready to say the next letter. My left hand was raised in front of me, suspended in the middle of an aimless wave in the air.

“Unfreeze.”

“H,” I continued, as if there had been no pause. “A, R -”

“Freeze.” This time he leaned forwards and waved his hand in front of my eyes. My only response was a quick blink (which does happen from time to time, because even when I’m frozen I still need to keep my eyeballs from drying out). Then he reached down and stroked and tweaked my left nipple. On some level my body registered the sensation, sending more ripples of arousal through me, but I had no awareness of what he’d done, and I didn’t react at all. Not a twitch, not a tremor, not even a change in my breathing. He sat back, nodding with satisfaction, and said, “Unfreeze.”

“D,” I finished.

He smirked. “And that spells?”

I tried, I really did. I attempted to force my lips to make an ‘R’ shape before I began to speak, but my mouth betrayed me at the last instant and once again blurted, “Master.”

“Yes, I am,” he said triumphantly. “And what are you?”

“I’m your hypnotised plaything.” I sighed. “And apparently there’s nothin’ I can do about it!”

“Nope! Tweak your nipples.”

“Yes, Master.” And I did, reaching across with my left hand and pinching my right nipple first, before moving back to the left nipple. I shook my head in desperation, biting my lip to contain a whimper of deep arousal. “Mmmm... I’m starting to really dislike you.”

Richard cackled. “Well, I thought you hated me! Cover your mouth.”

“Yes, Master.” I put my left hand across my mouth, holding it shut. “Rude,” I tried to say. It was pretty muffled, but I think I got my point across - the ire in my eyes did most of the work!

“Blank.”

My posture sagged, my shoulders slumped, and my eyes became dazed and unfocused. But my hand stayed where it was.

“Lower your hand.”

“Yes, Master,” I mumbled through my palm, before letting my hand drop to my side.

“Mind released.”

I blinked, rolling my eyes a little, and frowned at Richard. “Wasn’t my hand...? Did you do something?”

“Maybe,” he said slyly. “Maybe I did a few things. Maybe I’m still doing things...”

I blushed as I considered the implication. “And I wouldn’t know, presumably... Fuck,” I exclaimed, with equal parts exasperation and arousal.

“Yeah, turns out there’s a lot you don’t know, babe!”

I glared at him. “Excuse me?”

“OK, that came out wrong,” he admitted, raising his hands apologetically. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to infer that you were stupid. I’m just saying, there’s some stuff going on right now that you may not be aware of...”

I begrudgingly softened my expression, accepting his apology. He never means to offend anyone, but he does speak without thinking from time to time. It’s probably down to the autism. (Have I mentioned he’s Asperger’s? It’s not a secret, but he doesn’t drop it into every conversation.) Or maybe it’s because he’s a bit of an idiot. (He says it’s both.)

“OK, well, I’m not sure what I’m missing,” I said with a shrug. “I know I’m naked. I know I have to call you... that word, instead of your real name. I know you’re probably switching my brain on and off...”

“Well, that is nearly everything, I guess,” he admitted. “Very observant of you. Good girl!”

Before I could snark at him for his condescension, the trigger phrase sent a powerful surge of horniness through me - stronger than usual, I thought. Beats of sweat trickled down my forehead, a couple of drops getting in my eyes and making me blink rapidly. “Thank you, Master,” I found myself saying.

He grinned.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Tongue bound.”

“Ah, fug ’ou!”

As he cackled, I tried to push my tongue back in, and though I managed to squish it back into my mouth, my lips wouldn’t shut and it popped back out again every time I took my hand away.

I didn’t know if it was the feeling of helplessness specifically from not being able to stop my tongue from hanging out, or just from having fallen so deeply under my boyfriend’s control, but my arousal was reaching feverish heights. Wave after wave went through me, causing my hips to buck and my back to arch. All my efforts to hide how I was feeling vanished as I writhed and moaned, rubbing my head and shoulders up and down against the couch cushion behind me. Streams of saliva flowed down my bound tongue and dribbled onto my chest, running down my tits, and I grabbed hold of them, rubbing the drool into them like massage oil. At some point in these few minutes of ecstasy Richard freed my tongue, but his words didn’t even register at first, I was so consumed with pleasure.

“Someone’s enjoying herself,” Richard snickered.

I managed to recover my composure enough to give him a withering look, while still squirming and whimpering in my seat. “S-so come on, then,” I gasped. “The wa-ay you were talking... there’s clearly some other hypno shhhit going on... and I know you’re dying to tell me what it is!”

“Ah, look at you, AJ, big-braining this,” he said with a strange mixture of mockery and genuine pride. “Good girl.”

“Uhhh! Thuh-thank you, Master!” My eyes closed tightly as I tried to endure the pulse of arousal. It felt like I was having sex. Really fucking good sex. “Muh... O-OK, you’ve ha-had your fun... tell me what you did...”

“It’s more about what you’re doing, to be fair! Or to be precise, what your right hand’s been doing.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why, what is it doing?” Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t really used my right hand for the last few minutes. I’d been using leftie for everything - covering my face; swearing at Richard; trying to shove my tongue back in my mouth; playing with my boobs... It was like I’d forgotten rightie even existed.

He gave me that malevolent grin again, and said, “Realise.”

My eyes widened and my mouth gaped in surprise, as I looked down at my right hand, finally aware that it was practically glued to my crotch, masturbating relentlessly. It had been doing so since at least a few minutes before Richard had last woken me from trance.

The whole time we’d been talking, I’d been teasing and toying, rubbing my clit with increasing vigour, sliding my fingers in and out of myself, completely oblivious to what I was doing. The mindless masturbation had only stopped when he froze me, my hand pausing in the midst of what it was doing. (The second time he did it, my index and middle fingers were caught in the act of withdrawing from my pussy, leaving them still halfway inside.)

And now that I knew it was happening, I couldn’t stop it. In fact, my hand seemed to redouble its efforts. I wanted to give some kind of indignant response to Richard, but my body and mind were too overcome. I fell back against the cushion behind me, eyes closed, mouth hanging open, crying out in sheer delight.

“Uhhhng... Evil hand! E-evil hand!” I finally managed to splutter, eliciting another laugh from my boyfriend.

Now, I realise all this didn’t happen that long after I used my ‘lemon’ safe word because I was too overcome by arousal. For anyone concerned that Richard might not be respecting my wishes by having my hand play with me and turn me on again, worry not - while I was in trance he’d asked me if I wanted things to get sexy again, and I gave him my enthusiastic lime-flavoured consent. Of course, at this precise moment I didn’t actually remember that, but my subconscious knew, and so I didn’t feel any indignance about it. (Well, apart from the usual bratty kind.)

Anyway, the evil hand worked me right up to the brink of orgasm, burying my fingers in my pussy right up to my knuckles, sweat (among other things) dripping off me. Richard’s words of encouragement floated over me: “Good plaything, pleasing yourself for your Master... Getting closer and closer... You’re completely hypnotised, completely controlled, completely aroused... It feels so good to give in to it, to forget about everything else, to let go of your defiance, and obey, and feel pleasure...”

“Guuhhh...”

“You’re so close now... Horny and helpless, obedient and submissive, my hypnotised plaything... What are you?”

“Uh - I’m, I’m your hyp-hypnotised play-aything!”

“Good girl.”

“Huhhh!” I grunted, on the verge of release. “Th-thank you, Master!”

“And now, AJ, all the sensations in your pussy are... bound. Mwahahaha,” he laughed mockingly.

I stopped midway through a thrust of my hand, leaving my fingers buried inside myself, and stared at him in outrage, struggling to get my breath back. “Whuh... what the fuck?! I was so close!” An experimental stroke proved his command had worked - my pussy was entirely devoid of sensation, numb and useless. My arousal remained at a high peak, but I couldn’t get it any higher now. Not from down there, anyway.

He continued to giggle maliciously as I sat up and took a swipe at him with my other hand. “I couldn’t resist! Besides, there’s something else I want to try before I let you have your sweet release...”

“Nooo,” I whined. “Just let me cum!”

“Soon, love! It can be your prize.”

I shook my head exasperatedly, brushing the hair out of my face with the hand that wasn’t still uselessly caressing my numb nether regions. “My prize for what, exactly?”

“Finding your clit,” he said matter-of-factly. Noticing my bemused expression, he elaborated, “You see, while you were in trance, I gave you a suggestion that if I bound your pussy, your clit would move to a different place on your body. All you’ve got to do is find it, and you can make yourself cum!”

I burst into astonished laughter. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You don’t believe me?” he asked, smiling wryly.

“No, no, at this point I believe you can screw with my mind any way you like, so if you say my clit’s moved, I’m sure it has! It’s just a ridiculous thing to do, Master! God damn it...” The whole time I was saying this, my hands were roaming over the most sensitive parts of my body, testing to see where my clit might have gone. Boobs and nipples - nope. Belly button - a long shot that didn’t pay off. Behind my knees - ticklish as ever, but not especially arousing.

I glared at ‘Master’. “OK, where is it, then?”

“That would be telling,” he smirked.

“Come on, dude!”

“If you find it, you can make yourself cum,” he said firmly, “but if I have to tell you, then you can’t.”

I gritted my teeth. “Fine, I’ll find it myself, fuck hawk!”

I continued to explore my body with my hands, growing increasingly random and frantic in my targets. Elbows - no! Chin - no luck. Lips - sensitive, but not as much as I’d hoped... In desperation, I even tried my ears, which were warm to the touch but not remotely erotic. I heard my asshole boyfriend giggling away in the near distance.

My next guess was a winner.

“Ohhh... you li’l fuuuck...” I groaned. “Whuh - why...”

“Two reasons,” he snickered. “It’s hot, and it’s silly!”

I couldn’t muster the effort to reply - I was too engrossed in bringing myself to the most bizarre climax of my life. My index and middle finger were spread apart and bent over, knuckles rubbing furiously against the skin on either side of my nose. It was the weirdest thing ever (even compared to all the other shit we’d done so far, including being turned into a chicken). My nose didn’t feel like a nose any more - it felt like a clit, and it reacted accordingly to being rubbed. Orgasmic energy built up within it, behind it, inside my freaking head. And yet at the same time the energy was also in the usual place, growing inside my pussy even while the outside remained inert and passive.

I bucked and rocked in my seat, back at the edge again - so damn close, eyes shut, mouth open, nose aflame, crotch straining for release...

“Well done, you found it,” said my boyfriend’s patronising voice. “You’re a very good girl...”

I came, all the incredible sensual energy erupting out of my pussy. (Thankfully. Not sure it’d have been pleasant if I’d cum out of my nose. It being turned into my new clit was sexy, but squirting snot everywhere would not be!)

Panting, my legs coated in my juices, I lay back on the couch. Richard got up from his seat and stood over me, gazing down adoringly. “That was wonderful, my love,” he said, and for once his tone was absolutely sincere.

I gave him an exhausted smile and replied, “Thank you, Master.” I was so wiped out - and I’d enjoyed the orgasm so much - that I didn’t even begrudge him my compulsion to substitute his name for ‘Master’.

“Do you want to carry on a bit longer? Maybe I could make you cum again?”

I nodded immediately, tired but enthusiastic. “Hell yeah, let’s go for it...”

“Alright then! Get up.” He reached out a hand to help me.

“Yes, Master,” I mumbled, accepting the hand and letting him half-pull me to my feet. I took the opportunity to grab my glass of water from the coffee table and take a big gulp. (It’s important to stay hydrated, folks!) Energy slowly began to flow back into my body, but my legs were still pretty shaky, and I stumbled a little as he began to lead me across the room. Putting his arm around my waist to support me, he guided me past the couch, past the camera on its stand, towards the back left wall of the room (opposite the self-tape zone).

Hanging on the wall is a mirror. It’s a pretty nice one, big and rectangular with a gold-painted frame. My mom got it for us as a housewarming present. Richard stood me in front of it, giving me a chance to take in my appearance after what must have been well over an hour of hypno-horny shenanigans.

“What’re we doing over here?” I giggled. “Are you gonna make me unable to see your reflection, so I think you’re a vampire?”

He paused, considering. “OK, that’s actually a great idea, but no! We’re going to do something much simpler.” Standing behind me as we both looked into the mirror, he gestured at it. “Tell me, AJ, what d’you see?”

I shrugged. “A hot naked chick whose hair looks like she’s been dragged through a hedge?”

“Correct!” He laughed. “But you should take a closer look...”

I raised an eyebrow, his words arousing my suspicions as usual, but I stepped closer to the mirror and peered more intently into the reflection nonetheless. “What am I supposed to be looking at?”

“Your eyes,” he replied.

I blinked, confused, and looked into my own eyes in the mirror, stepping even closer. I was practically nose to nose with my own reflection now, my eyes encompassing my entire field of vision. “Uh, what’s wrong with them?”

“Nothing’s wrong with them,” he chuckled. “I just think you should look at them. Look into them. Admire them for a minute...”

I giggled uncomprehendingly. “Admire them?”

“Yeah! I mean, why wouldn’t you? They’re really pretty eyes,” he said wistfully, standing behind me and resting his hands on my shoulders. “I’ve always thought so, ever since the first time I saw you...”

Raising an eyebrow, I did as he asked, continuing to stare into my own eyes in the mirror. To be fair, he was right - I have gorgeous hazel eyes. The colour and texture of them bring to mind the leaves of a tree, as they’re just starting to turn brown at the start of fall.

“Just gaze into them. Notice every detail of them. The rich colour, the vibrant shades, the way the light illuminates parts of it ever so slightly differently...”

As I stared, observing everything he had pointed out to me, I found my mind drifting, picturing trees the colour of my eyes, their branches waving slowly in a light wind. The swaying of the branches made me feel dizzy, like I was swaying in the breeze too, though in reality I was standing firm with Richard’s hands on my shoulders. He hadn’t even told me to imagine that - my subconscious and my vivid imagination had taken care of it, helping to ease me into trance without being instructed to...

“They’re such pretty eyes, aren’t they?” he murmured in my ear. I was so far gone already, I barely even registered that he was using his hypno-voice again.

“Pretty eyes...” I mumbled.

“You could get lost in them. Just like you got lost in mine before.”

“Yeah...”

“You’re finding it hard to look away from them.”

A bit of coherency returned to my mind then, enough for me to make an effort to move my eyes. They stubbornly refused to break eye contact with their own reflection - I turned my head a little way in either direction, but my eyes remained transfixed. “K-kinda, yeah,” I stuttered.

“It’s like your eyes are bound - on your eyes...”

“It is like that...” I smiled faintly, unsure whether he had actually used the bound trigger or not (the use of the word ‘like’ had lent some ambiguity). It made no difference - my vision was just as locked and immovable either way.

“And it’s making you feel a little spacey, isn’t it? It’s making you start to drift, to feel slower, more enthralled...”

It truly did. I could feel myself going back into trance so, so easily, unable to stop myself. I was plummeting back down that scale in my mind, heading all the way back to ten out of ten, completely hypnotised. All it took was a minute or two of staring into my own eyes, and listening to his soft, soothing words.

“Falling so deep, your eyes on your eyes... going so wonderfully mindless... your eyes on your eyes... so easy to hypnotise... your eyes on your eyes on your eyes... You can’t resist... You just follow my words, obey my voice, and fall deep into trance for me...”

My mouth gaped open. My head hung forwards, making my eyes angle upwards so they could continue to admire themselves. My shoulders slumped. My arms swung limply at my sides. My body was a zombie. My mind was deep in the Spiral Seas.

“Are you deeply hypnotised, Alyssa?”

“Yuhhs, Maaaster...”

“What are you?”

I slurred the automatic answer as well, my words blending together. “Uhimyour hypnuhtised puh-laythung.” More drool streamed out of my mouth as I burbled that last mangled word.

Richard petted my hair, sending lovely chills through me. “Good girl.”

“Thah-ank you, Master.” This time my programmed response was clearer, as my body and voice gradually adjusted to being mindless. I shook slightly from the pulse of arousal.

“And as you stare into your eyes, so entranced, so deep, so mindless, you feel yourself growing hornier and hornier. You were already turned on, of course, because you’re hypnotised. Being hypnotised turns you on. And the longer you’re hypnotised, and the deeper into trance you go, the hornier you get...”

“Uhng,” was Horny Zombie AJ’s eloquent response to this.

“And you find that your pussy is released, and your clit is back in the normal place. And your mind is blank and vacant, aware of nothing right now, and your body is an empty shell. But even an empty shell has desires, and the hornier it grows, the more it wants to touch itself. The more it wants to stroke, and play, and tease, and toy...”

Sure enough, my hands began to twitch, fingers curling and uncurling. They instinctively wanted to go for my crotch, but I didn’t have the will to guide them there. Only Master’s words could do that. In a similarly instinctive reaction, my legs twisted around slightly, turning back and forth in place, rubbing my thighs against each other, my feet still planted in the carpet beneath me.

“Such a good plaything,” he whispered into my ear, hands moving off my shoulders and caressing their way down my sides, making my body squirm delightedly. “I’m going to give you a new trigger now, to say something...”

He told me the trigger phrase, and the words he wanted me to say in response, and then tested it. If I’d been conscious I would’ve laughed my head off at how absurd it was, but the mindless plaything I had become droned the words obediently and uncomprehendingly. He gave me more head pats and a ‘good girl’ as a reward.

But that paled in comparison to the reward he gave me next. “So aroused now, plaything, so desperate to touch and tease... Find your hands moving towards your pussy, find them beginning to play and bring you closer and closer to orgasm. They know just what you like, just how to please you - you have no mind, no memories, no thoughts, but your instincts are still there, and your body knows what to do to get you there...”

Compelled by his words, my hands were drawn between my legs and began to play in earnest. It was just like earlier, when I was awake and unaware of my masturbating - my right hand had known just what to do, running on automatic as it brought me such pleasure, doing everything I would have done to myself consciously. Now, though, it was both hands working together, one teasing my lips and my clit, the other sliding one finger after another inside me, rubbing against my inner walls. It was heavenly.

All the while my eyes remained locked on their reflection, my feet firm on the floor, my body swaying slightly as it was overcome by the tidal waves of arousal. More rivers of drool cascaded from my mouth as it continued to hang open dumbly, my clamorous moans of pleasure filling my own ears.

Richard still stood not far behind me, ready in case I got so overwhelmed that I lost my balance and fell. As I neared the brink, he stepped forwards and said clearly, “Orgasms bound.”

If my mind had been switched on at that moment, I think I actually might’ve punched him in the face. As it was, my body didn’t know any different. It kept on with what it was doing, keeping me right on the edge, indefinitely stretching out the final moment of incredible arousal just before the release, turning that moment into an age. Awake AJ would’ve called it torture, but Mindless Plaything AJ loved every second of it.

And on top of what I was doing to myself, Richard began to run his hands over me, stroking every inch of my bare body, tracing the lines of drool on my chest with his fingers. He caressed my bare arms, my hips, my legs and my butt. He massaged my boobs, tweaking my nipples. He stroked my neck, under my chin, and across my cheeks, before his fingers made his way to my wet lips, running over them and then slipping into my mouth for a tantalising second.

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” Richard said mischievously, “who’s the mindfucked-est of them all?”

“Master,” I gasped, “my mind is the most fucked in the land.”

I shit you not, he really made me say that. What an absolute tit.

And suddenly I was awake and conscious again, woken from trance by the ridiculous words I’d been triggered to say, not even remembering them - or all the time I’d spent standing there edging relentlessly. All I knew was that I’d looked into the mirror, and now suddenly I was as horny as I’d ever been, immersed in a sea of lust. Whereas earlier I had been so overwhelmed by the sudden awareness of my arousal that I had to ask for a break, now I was desperate to carry on, to get my sweet release.

I tore my gaze away from the mirror with some effort - even with my mind restored, the compulsion to fixate and stare and go back into trance was still strong - and sank to my knees, whimpering and fingering myself even harder. “Pl-please,” I gasped. “Need... need it...”

“What do you need?” Richard’s teasing voice came from above. I didn’t have the energy or the focus to even lift my head and look at him.

“Cum,” I mewled pathetically. “Need... to cum...”

“Well, I think we can do something about that.” I heard the sound of a zipper, and then in my peripheral vision I saw his pants drop to the floor. “Lie down,” he commanded.

“Ye-yes, Master...” I lay on my back, the sweat drenching my skin - and the river of juices leaking from my pussy - oozing onto the soft carpet beneath me. Pulling his shirt off and throwing it aside carelessly, Richard knelt down between my legs and then leaned over me, one hand caressing my chest and torso, the other holding my wrists together against the floor above my head.

We made out forcefully for a moment, and then as he began to kiss and nibble to my neck, I felt him enter me, driving me even crazier as he moved within me. My legs wrapped around him, my back and butt rubbing against the carpet, my eyes shut, my mouth wide. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more...

“Orgasm, release.”

It was like an earthquake inside me.

By the time it was finished, I was barely conscious, my eyelids flickering half-open. My bones felt like they’d turned to liquid, my limbs flopping on the floor around me. I was utterly coated in sweat and cum - mine and Richard’s. He lay beside me, looking and sounding almost as exhausted as I was.

“Think... think I’m done, babe,” I mumbled.

“Fair,” he chuckled weakly. “Me too...”

He reached over and stroked my face, trying to soothe now rather than arouse. “Sleep,” he said quietly, lovingly.

I was already halfway gone. He sent me the rest of the way, back into a glorious, peaceful hypnotic slumber.

***

So ended the second night of hypnotic fun. A few minutes later, Richard awoke me from my trance, with all my triggers gone. (As far as I knew...) As I mentioned, we were each kind of a mess, so we went for a shower - yes, together, but sexiness was minimal. I mean, as minimal as it can be with both our naked bodies in close proximity while hot water pours over us and we rub soap on ourselves (and each other). But neither of us had the energy for more sex that night, so we exercised restraint, limiting ourselves to a few kisses and caresses as we washed one another.

It wasn’t long until we had both retreated to bed, snuggling close under the covers, his arm around me, my head on his chest, his chin nestled among my hair. “That was worth the five-day wait,” I mused, yawning.

“God, yeah,” he sighed. “It was unbelievable. Still can’t get over how lucky I am. I already hit the jackpot, being with you... all this - getting you into hypnosis, getting you to do all these incredibly sexy things - is the icing on a fantastic cake!”

I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was wearing that expression again. That wistful face he sometimes gets, when he looks over and me and gets blown away by how awesome I am, and how overjoyed he is that I’m with him. He doesn’t know it, but I have my own version of that face. I was wearing it at that moment, lying there listening to him, remembering the wonderful hypnotic night we’d had, and all the hundreds of wonderful (less hypnotic) nights we’d had before.

“You’re not the only one who won the jackpot, Mister,” I said softly, sitting up and turning to look him in the face. Yep, I was right - there was that look.

He raised a sly eyebrow. “Don’t you mean, ‘Master’?”

“Nope,” I chuckled. “Not ’til next time, anyway...”

He grinned. “Next time. For sure. Oh, by the way, what are you?”

“I’m your hypnotised plaything.” My eyes widened, and I gave him a dangerous look.

He giggled, raising his hands defensively. “Last time, I swear!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I grumbled, lying back down against him.

“Love you,” he said in a sing-song voice.

“Love you too,” I said begrudgingly, my eyes already closed. “Fuck hawk.”