Of course it is. She has done this dozens of times.
And this time, like every other time, she checks her watch. She sees that, even accounting for traffic and unexpected occurrences, she doesn't need to leave for at least an hour.
"You're early, as usual," I say.
"That I am," she agrees.
"So, what are you going to do for an hour?"
"Oh, I don't know, I could stare at the walls for a while and maybe twirl my hair around my finger."
"Or, you could do something else."
It's a simple statement that I make. But the meaning behind it is anything but that, as is its effect.
To understand why I say it, we should examine the situation:
My sexy lady, G, has to travel for business. It's not an all-the-time kind of thing, but it happens three of four times a year. In the days leading up to a trip, she focuses on getting everything ready for it. On the travel side, she ensures that all arrangements are taken care of. She knows where she has to be and when, where she is staying, how to get there, and any foreseeable obstacles she may have to face.
On the business side, she prepares fastidiously. She knows who she will be meeting with, what they will expect, and how to deliver on their expectations. In addition, she sets up contingencies in the event that anything goes unexpectedly wrong.
G is as smart, efficient, and thorough as she is sexy, which is saying a lot--a whole lot.
But there is a downside to all of this. Her preparations absorb her for several days, meaning that she and I don't get to spend much time together. In the grand scheme of things, that isn't a big deal. We generally spend a lot of quality time together, and so missing a few days here and there doesn't effect our relationship all that much.
What is does do, though, is leave me feeling more desirous of her attention than I might otherwise be. I'm sure it's just a psychological byproduct of me knowing she is busy and leaving soon. But it happens, and it's difficult for me to ignore. Unfortunately, my desires are exactly what she doesn't have time, and isn't herself in the mood, to take care of.
Thankfully, I came up with a solution to this dilemma prior to one of her business trips last year. Since then, I use it every time she goes away without me.
G and I engage in erotic-hypnosis. It entails me being dominant--that is, the hypnotist--and her being submissive--that is, the subject. We both enjoy and get a lot out of these sessions. And for me, they offer certain perks. The solution to my problem is one of them.
Circling back now to my statement, it is a trigger phrase for a post-hypnotic suggestion that I implanted in G's mind. Whenever we are alone, and she hears me say the words, or, you could do something else, she is immediately compelled to do something very specific. And that is what is happening now:
G's eyes glaze over. Her lips upturn in a sleepy smile.
"Yes, Master," she says in a monotone drawl. "I could do something else. And I will."
She takes my hand and leads me to the den. Once there, she walks over to the two armchairs we have that sit catty-corner to one another. She sits in one, and I sit in the other.
G wears a casual business suit comprised of jacket, blouse, slacks, and flats. Though still fully dressed, she looks incredibly sexy.
First, she takes off her jacket. Next, she rolls up her pant legs so that the cuffs rest above her calves. After that, she slips off her shoes, revealing her gorgeous bare feet. Then, she opens a table drawer on the other side of her chair and retrieves a bottle of oil, some folded wash cloths, and a small towel. The towel she places on the floor between us.
Now ready to begin, she slowly and carefully applies oil to her soles, making them shiny and slick. All the while, her gaze remains wide and distant, and she smiles contentedly.
Now ready to begin, she slowly and carefully applies oil to her soles, making them shiny and slick. All the while, her gaze remains wide and distant, and she smiles contentedly.
When her feet are completely oiled, she places them on the towel, leans forward, and begins getting me ready. She is well practiced, and it takes little time to undo my garments and expose me.
"Are you comfortable, Master?" she asks.
"Yes," I say.
"Are you ready? May I proceed?"
"I am, and you may."
She nods submissively. Then she raises her feet and places them on my skin.
As I have said, G is smart, efficient, and thorough. She is also skilled, creative, and agile with her feet and toes. We have the better part of an hour. Not that I will last nearly that long. But she will make it--and me--last for a good, long while.
Finally, I release. I am spent and sated. Still entranced, G cleans both us of up. Then, I tell her to kiss me. This is her trigger to awaken.
She has no memory of what has just transpired. Instead, she believes that we had a pleasant conversation while she waited until it was time to leave. I will allow her to remember later, but for now, part of my pleasure is exercising this control over her.
The rest of the hour passes. She gathers her things and heads off, after kissing me goodbye.
I know that she will have a good trip. It will be productive and successful. We will miss each other, but in a few days, we'll be back together.
On the way home, while she's on her flight, she will hear the pilot announce that they have arrived at their destination. This will be another trigger for her. She won't visibly be affected by it. But it will instigate a timer of sorts within her mind. When she sees me at home, that mental timer will go off.
She will immediately shed her shoes and enter a trance state in which she will be completely submissive and obedient.
And she will stay that way until both of our desires have been once again fulfilled.