The hour is late, the visit a surprise. Not that either is a problem. On the contrary, seeing you is always a pleasure.

"Come on in, Naz."

Naz. You are a lovely woman. Beautiful. Sexy. We have grown close, in ways that are unusual in the least, if not altogether undreamt of by you.

"Thanks, Cyril."

You enter. Shoes and socks are shed. A seat is offered and taken. The fire stoked. Tea steeped. You look nervous. Agitated. The warm room and hot tea soothe you some. But not entirely.

"What's up, Naz? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Well...no. I mean, yeah, but..."

You make no progress spitting it out. I'm not impatient. But neither need I wait. I meet your gaze. Stare. Gesture. Then, you see only the pattern. Swirling. Spiraling. Drawing you in. In so deep.

"Tell me."

You are commanded. You respond.

"...I will tell you...I met a girl..."

Another gesture. No more swirl, no more spiral. You shake your ahead. Unaware. But wholly affected.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I met a girl."

"That's great!"

"Yeah, it is. And she is. I'm really into her. And, I'm totally hot for her. She's gorgeous, she's sexy. She's into me, too. The only problem is, well, I want to do some stuff with her that I've never done before."

"Go on."

"I want to hypnotize her."

"Why is that a problem?" 

"Not just hypnotize her. Brainwash her. I want her to be my slave. To do whatever I tell her. I mean, not for her whole life or anything. Just as far as romance and sex and all that stuff are concerned."

"But?"

"But I don't know how. Nor, even if I should."

"Have you talked with her about it? Do you know if she's into it?"

"No, I haven't, and I don't."

"Well, if she's into it, great. If she's not, get her to role-play it with you. She does what you want, then you act out whatever her fantasy is in return."

"I don't want to role-play it. I want to really brainwash her. I want her to be my sexy hypno-slave, with no choice but to do my bidding."

"I see. So, what do you want from me?"

"Well, I want your advice on whether or not I should even be thinking about doing this. And if you think it's okay to do it, then I want your advice on how to actually pull it off."

Moral quandaries bore me. Time to be rid of them. Stare. Gesture. You sink into the spiral. Your mind opens to me.

"You have no qualms about brainwashing this girl. It's totally fine to do it."

"...No qualms about brainwashing her...totally fine to do it..."

Gesture. Head shake. Unknowing awareness returns.

"Well, uh, I mean, I'm going to do it. So, really, I just need your advice on how."

"Sure, I can advise you on how to do it. Of course, it would be easier if I just did it myself and gave her to you when I was done."

"Yeah, you could do that. But part of the fun would be doing it myself."

"I could let you watch."

"It's not the same thing. Plus, I don't want to share her with you. I want her for myself."

"Sure, I understand. How about this? I'll give you all the help you need to hypnotize and brainwash this girl, without actually doing it myself, in exchange for you cooking me dinner right now, then cleaning up my kitchen, and then hanging out to watch a movie with me."

"Dinner at 2 a.m.? Followed by a movie at, what, 3? Well, we're both up, I'm already here, and...I really want to brainwash this hot girl into being my slave, so...sure!"

When you leave at dawn, you have what you need to do what you want. Skills. Techniques. Devices. Your love interest won't know what hit her. Unless you want her to. Options are yours. Whatever way you do it, you'll wind up with a sexy, submissive, subservient slave. She will obey without question. And you will love every second of it.

As for me, my evening goes unexpectedly well. Dinner is amazing. My kitchen ends up spotless. And the movie is fun, more so because you are there watching it with me than because it is of any real quality.

Except that...

No dinner is served. No movie is watched. Instead, you are rendered mindlessly obedient, much as your new girl will soon be. You assume the role of your heroic alter-ego, Vine, who is subjected to brainwashing by a nefarious villain. In that role, you give me a glorious footjob. Thus it is me who you clean up, rather than my kitchen as you believe.

Then, you receive specific instructions on how you will only brainwash your girl when I am present. I will not interfere, nor make you share her with me. But after she is under your control and has sated your desires, you will mindlessly fulfill mine.

The hour is late, the visit a surprise. Not that either is a problem. It never is.