The Night

From around the corner, I heard the door open. Footsteps sounded, then the door closed. A softly strong feminine voice called out a hello. I returned the greeting. The woman walked unhurriedly into the room and instantly commanded it without effort. Intensely poignant eyes found my own and brightened at the meeting. I took in the whole of her and felt irradiated by what I saw.

She was fiercely sexy from head to toe. Her silken sunset hair splashed around her neck and down over her shoulders. The curves of her lithe body pressed a fishnet dress to its limits from low neckline to high thigh. Beneath the meshed garb, her smoothly bare legs coaxed my gaze down to her unblemished, naked feet.

“Drink?” she asked, walking to the cabinet.

“Yes, thank you,” I said.

She poured us both something dark and then walked my glass over to me. When I had taken it from her, she moved to an armchair across from where I sat. Settling into it, she crossed one knee over the other, leaving one luscious leg and sensual foot to dangle seductively at the forefront of my view.

“I have all night,” she said, after a slow sip of her drink. “What are your thoughts?”

My drink burned sweetly in my mouth. I kept it there long enough for it to make me sweat. Then I swallowed it and closed my eyes against the desired fire that descended deep into my gut.

“Brainwashing,” I said, opening my eyes to again partake of her radiant form.

“Interesting,” she said. “Who by whom?”

“You by me,” I said.

“That will be new for me,” she said with a pondering gaze aloft. “I’ve never had that experience before.”

“What about the other way?” I asked. "Have you done it to someone else?"

“Well,” she said, “I assisted in the process. The subject was a woman. She wanted to be controlled. The skills and methods weren’t my own. But I followed the lead of the expert and played my part. It was fun. I enjoyed molding her mind to another’s will.”

“So you know what to expect,” I said.

“Oh, yes,” she said. “Not that it matters. My expectations aren’t important. The night is yours. We will do what you want.”

“Good,” I said.

“I do have one request, though,” she said.

“What is it?” I asked.

“No drugs, please,” she said. “They often make the next morning unpleasant.”

“Yes, I can see how they might,” I said. “Any other parameters?”

“Well, that does limit you a lot,” she said. “And I apologize for that. But no, there’s nothing else.”

“That’s fine then,” I said. “No drugs. I prefer other methods anyway.”

“Wonderful,” she said. “Do you know already how you'll do it?”

“Hypnosis,” I said. “Deep hypnosis with repeated suggestions to condition you into obedience.”

“Am I a willing subject?” she asked, her eyes widening in revelation of her piqued curiosity.

“Far from it,” I said. “You will resist every step of the way. I will have to break your will and then enslave it to my own.”

She digested the information, nodding as she processed it.

“How will you put me under if I’m struggling?” she asked.

“First, I will restrain you," I said. “Then, I will use a machine to forcibly induce you into a trance. Once you’re hypnotized, your resistance will fade little by little, until your mind is subverted and you obey me unquestioningly.”

“I see,” she said. “What a challenging time for both of us.”

“Yes, it will be,” I said. “Is there anything you need to do to prepare for it?”

“Just two things,” she said. First…”

She tipped back her glass and drank the remainder of its contents. Then she stood up and set the empty glass on an end table.

“And now,” she said, “a moment or two in the powder room. Do you need a refresher before I go?”

She indicated my own drink.

“No, thank you," I said. “When you’re my slave, I may ask you for another. Certainly I will have you perform many such menial tasks. And also others that are not so menial.”

“Of course,” she said with a knowing smile.

Then she excused herself and headed to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she returned.

“I’m ready when you are,” she said most pleasantly.

“Let’s begin,” I said.

Immediately, fear and anger poured into those exhilarating eyes. She backed away from me, pleadingly demanding that I let her go. I chased her to the wall and then took her by the wrists. She fought against me but couldn’t break my grasp. With no small effort, I coerced her into the other room.

Inside the room resided a large bed, adorned with ornate head and foot boards. Hung from each board was a set of restraints, ending in plush cuffs to encircle awaiting wrists and ankles. I maneuvered her onto the bed and into the restraints, one at a time. She clawed and kicked incessantly, thankfully causing me no real harm, until at last I had her secured.

Now able to briefly leave her unattended, I retrieved the machine. I set it up so that it encompassed her entire field of vision and range of hearing. She continued to fight, but bound as she was, it did her no good. I switched on the machine and waited for it to work.

Seconds passed with no effect. With her physical efforts to escape her bonds and the influence of the machine for nought, she turned to verbal outbursts. They continued unabated for a full minute. Then, their ferocity waned. She continued to cry out against the induction, but every few seconds, she lost more and more strength. Soon, she stopped fighting. From that point on, she merely watched and listened to the machine. It wasn’t long before it had hypnotized her.

That was only the beginning. I would still need to brainwash her, which would be a difficult but rewarding task. It would take time, but I had plenty. Afterwards, I could enjoy my slave for the rest of the night.

The night was long. And it, like she, was mine.