I have a pendant. It is around my neck right now. It is a pointy crystal on a simple silver chain. I have had it for years now. I hoped someday, someone would find it. They would single it out of my jewellery box, and ask me why I have such a beautifully shiny pendant. They would hold it high, and would smile when I started to blush. I would tell them I felt some pull to it, that I yearned to own it, the moment I saw it. I would be caught so easily in the pendant again, as I fantasized for so long about exactly that pendant. It was never something to wear for me, but always a symbol of hypnotic fascination. My eyes would follow it as they slowly started to move it. Back and forth, almost unnoticeable at first. But as they step closer to me, their intention becomes clear. They must have suspected this for some while now, and now they saw their chance clear.

My mind would slow, and their words would become bigger, and more prominent in my mind. I would fall to the bed, with my knees weak as the fantasy that I had so many times before, finally unfolded before me. I don't know what your intentions are, I just know the pendant and your words.

Afterward, you would put the pendant on me. It would rest between my breasts, cool and shiny and powerful. Ready for you to grab it again, to own it again. But until then, a touchable symbol of my hypnotic fascination.