"Really? This is what you want?" she says, making no effort to hide the annoyance in her voice.

"Yes. You said before it was okay with you," he says.

"Ugh. Fine. Let's get it going and get it over with."

"Thanks. Everything you need is in the bathroom. I'll set up out here."

She looks at her watch, setting a mental time limit for what she's agreed to. Then she turns and heads out of the room.

Several minutes later, she returns. She is a beautiful woman, and she knows it. Now, dressed in a dark negligee and high-heeled slippers, she also knows she is astoundingly sexy.

"Wow! You look amazing! How about you take off your shoes and come sit down on the bed?"

"The shoes stay on. They're Manolo Blahnik's, and since you like my feet so much, you should appreciate how amazing they look in these."

She spares a moment to look down past her firm, shapely legs to her perfectly pedicured feet accentuated by the delectable designer slippers. Satisfied, she nods in self-agreement with her statement. Then she walks over to the bed and, with a sigh, plops down on it.

He motions her to sit up against the headboard, which he has padded with multiple pillows. She does so without complaint. But then she eyes four items beside her: adjustable leather cuffs lined on the inside with velvet.

"I suppose I have to put these on," she says with disdain, picking up one of the cuffs.

"Yes, they are definitely part of it," he says.

With another sigh, she puts on and tightens a cuff around each wrist and ankle. When she has all four on, he begins attaching silk cords that have already been tied to parts of the bed to them. Her limbs are now outstretched, and she is thoroughly restrained.

"I can't move at all."

"That's the idea."

"Ugh. How drunk was I when I agreed to this?"

"You weren't drunk at all. You hadn't even been drinking. I had just done several favors for you, and you admitted that you should do one for me. So you agreed to this."

"No, I'm sure I was drunk. And you know how I get. You should've waited until I was sober."

Now he sighs. But he doesn't argue. The truth will lose to her perception of it, so it isn't worth the fight, especially not now.

"Anyway, you have me how you want me. And I'm not going to stay like this for too long. So have your fun and then cut me loose," she says pointedly.

"Just one more thing," he says, taking something out of his pocket.

She rolls her eyes in annoyance. He walks over to her and begins pulling the item down over head.

"What the hell is that?"

"A blindfold."

"I didn't agree to a blindfold."

"You agreed to a blindfold and everything else."

"Ugh! Just make this quick. And don't expect me to ever do it again."

He gets the blindfold in place.

"Can you see anything?"

"No. It's heavy, though. What's it made of?"

"Silk, mostly. Sorry it's heavy. It doesn't have to stay on very long."

"It better not."

He leans in and presses a small, hidden button on the side of the blindfold. Then he moves back to take in the full sight of her. For the first time in a long while, he smiles.

"Hey, wait, what is that?" she asks, surprise replacing annoyance in her voice.

"You tell me."

"I can see a light and some kind of moving pattern. How am I seeing that inside a blindfold?"

"Don't worry about how. Just tell me about what you see."

"It's a spiral. It's pulsing and spinning. What the hell is this?"

"What do you think it is?"

"How should I know? This is bizarre. And if it's your idea of kinky, you're nuts."

"There's a point to all of this."

"Whatever the point is, I'm done. Turn this thing off. And take if off my head."

"I will soon. But not yet."

"Ugh."

"Just keep watching the spiral."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Just keep watching it. And relax."

"I hope this is doing it for you because it's the only time I'll ever let you--"

"Relax. Just watch and relax."

She sighs. And scowls. But she stops talking and does what he says.

"How do you feel now?" he asks after a number of seconds have passed without her saying anything.

"I don't know. Relaxed, I guess," she says with less of an edge to her voice than she's had up until now.

"Keep watching."

"Now, I'm starting to feel sleepy."

"Good."

"Good? You want me to fall asleep?"

There is curiosity in her voice, but none of the anger or annoyance from before.

"Not exactly. I'm hypnotizing you."

"You're what?"

"I'm hypnotizing you."

"No. You can't be."

"Oh, I definitely am. Say it. I'm hypnotizing you."

"I'm not going to say that."

"It's what I'm doing. I'm hypnotizing you. Say it."

"You're...hypnotizing me?"

"Say it again."

"You're hypnotizing me."

"Again."

"You're hypnotizing me."

"That's right. You feel relaxed. And sleepy."

"I feel relaxed. And sleepy."

"So sleepy. You can't keep your eyes open."

"S-so sleepy. I-I can't keep my eyes open."

"Sleep. Sleep."

"S-sleep. S-s-sleep...zzzzzz…."

He waits a moment, then he turns off and removes the blindfold. Her eyes remain closed in slumber.

"Can you hear me?" he asks.

"Yes," she says drowsily.

"You are hypnotized."

"I am hypnotized."

"You have no will of your own."

"I have no will of my own."

"You will do whatever I say."

"I will do whatever you say."

"You will obey my every command."

"I will obey your every command."

He moves over to her feet. He begins to take off her slippers, but then he stops.

"From now on, you want me to find you sexy."

"From now on, I want you to find me sexy."

"And you feel much more sexy being barefoot than you do wearing shoes."

"And I feel much more sexy being barefoot than I do wearing shoes."

"You want to be sexy for me now."

"I want to be sexy for you now."

"But, you're wearing shoes."

"But, I'm wearing shoes."

"Make yourself more sexy for me."

She tries to carry out his instruction. But, of course, she is restrained and can't reach her shoes to take them off. She tries a couple of more times before giving up. But she must comply with the command. How can she do it?

He watches, fascinated with her struggle to obey him.

Finally, she begins kicking with her feet. With her legs bound, her range of motion is minimal. But after several kicks, she dislodges first one slipper and then the other, leaving her lovely feet bare and exposed.

"You love how you look and feel when you're barefoot."

"I love how I look and feel when I'm barefoot."

"And you love that I like your feet so much."

"And I love that you like my feet so much."

"You want me to give your feet lots of attention. And, you want to give me lots of attention with them."

"I want you to give my feet lots of attention. And, I want to give you lots of attention with them."

"Oh man, do I want to get use out of that suggestion right now! But I need to take care of business before pleasure," he says to himself.

"Tell me honestly, were you drunk when you agreed to my bondage scenario?" he asks her.

"No, I was sober when I agreed to your bondage scenario," she says.

"No more lying to me. From now on, you will be honest and forthright."

"No more lying to you. From now on, I will be honest and forthright."

"You will also be much more agreeable. Actually, forget agreeable. You will be submissive and doting."

"I will be submissive and doting."

"You want to explore more bondage scenarios with me. They turn you on."

"I want to explore more bondage scenarios with me. They turn me on."

"You won't remember being hypnotized, but you will find the thought of me putting you in a trance and controlling your mind very arousing. It will appeal to your newly found submissive nature."

"I won't remember being hypnotized, but I will find the thought of you putting me in a trance and controlling my mind very arousing. It will appeal to my newly found submissive nature."

"Excellent! I think that'll do for business. And if not, I'll have plenty of other opportunities to cover anything I missed. Now, it's time for pleasure," he says to himself.

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They sit on the bed together. Her arms and legs are now free. She wipes her feet with a washcloth, glancing longingly and lovingly at him.

"Are you sure that's all you want?" she asks.

"Well, I only wanted to do what I knew you were okay with," he says.

"Oh, I'm okay with all of it. And more. Much more."

"In that case, I'm ready to go again."

She smiles at him desirously. But then she holds up a finger, stopping everything before it starts. She takes off her watch and tosses it aside.

Having cast aside any and all limits, she gives him everything he wants, for as long as he wants. And that is what she'll do from now on....