Sitting at the kitchen table, Brian looked at the tantalizing plate filled to the brim with freshly baked gingerbread cookies and sighed. Vanessa’s orders had been clear, and in their relationship, her word was law. He could look - in fact, he had to! - but he couldn’t touch them or eat them. If he did, she would punish him, and she was quite inventive in matters of discipline.
“Bye,” he muttered, wondering to himself what he had done to deserve such torture. She knew how much he loved her cookies so perhaps that was the point. A test of obedience, a minor... “sacrifice”. However, there was nothing minor about his gluttonous urges.
“Mouth-watering...” he thought, the wetness washing over his lips. “Delicious mouth-watering gingerbread cookies. It would feel so good to take one and...”
Yes, he did. He wanted to eat them so badly, but she had told him “no” and he had to obey. If he didn’t, what sort of servant would he be? He had to stay strong. It shouldn’t be this hard to fight the temptation. How many minutes had lapsed already? Ten? Fifteen?
Vanessa excelled at many things from web design to painting but one of her favorite pastimes was hypnosis, namely planting little suggestions in people’s minds and watch them unravel from a distance. The fact that Brian was prone to bouts of spontaneous amnesia after being triggered made him the perfect candidate for her mind games. He loved gingerbread cookies, true, but not so much that he couldn’t stop himself from eating them at will so the million-dollar question was: had she hypnotized him before leaving? Was that why his hands were shaking, his knees trembling, his heart racing like a speeding train? It couldn’t be because that was unfair. so fucking unfair, so fucking...
“Oh God, she did it, she made me crave the cookies more than ever. I... shit! Calm down, Brian, her suggestions aren’t that strong. You can fight them. You must...”
Resist, Brian. Don’t you dare. Resist, Brian. Don’t you dare. Resist, Brian. Don’t you dare. The two conflicting sentences quarreled for a slice of mind pie, their continuous repetitions becoming something else before he realized it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he jumped from his chair and pulled the plate to himself. “I must... I must...”
“No, I...” he muttered. “The suggestions... I...”
Brian gulped, a piece of cookie stuck in his throat. At a loss for words, he laid down on the table and lowered his pants, waiting for her to spank him with her perfectly manicured hands. Vanessa snapped her fingers and grabbed a rolling pin, instead. He only screamed the first time it went up his ass.