“Please,” she moaned. “God please, whoever the fuck you are, please, PLEASE let me have this…”

The girl was shaking. Sweaty. Crudely blindfolded. Shackled in his basement. She knelt with her arms held behind her. Bound to the wall by chains.

Over the years, he’d started to get hard just by hearing them clink when they were pulled.

“I’ll…” She licked her chapped lips. “I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll even…”

She was about halfway done. He’d been working her for a few days already.

“What will you do?” he asked, and she jumped; she didn’t know he was there.

He watched her muscles work as it suddenly got real for her.

“Oh god… I’ll… p-put my mouth o-o-on you…”

Her bare chest heaved.

“What did you want again?”

The woman sobbed.

“I hate it but god please show me the… the thing again… oh christ I can’t believe– please. God it was so good. Please…”

She swallowed. Pointed her unseeing face directly at him. Trying to beg with her half-erased head.

She probably thought the sincerity would get her brownie points.

“…hypnotize me,” she whispered.

…It did.