"Jeez, why am I so tired?" Marie says.

"You said you've been under a lot of stress lately," Cyril says. "It's probably that. It wears you down."

"Yeah, probably."

"I've told you before, you need to find an outlet for it. Otherwise, it will take a long-term toll on you."

"I know, I know. But there's just so much going on that I can't control. I want everything to go back to normal."

"Of course you do. We all do. But you just have to take things in stride. And try to let them go."

"Good advice. But not going to happen. Ugh. I wish that massage chair of yours really did wash brains like in your stories, instead of just massaging bodies."

"If it did, you'd take a spin in it, huh?"

"In a heartbeat. Have it brainwash out all of my anxiety and program in everything you're telling me."

"There's always good old fashioned hypnosis."

"Yeah, I'd go for that, too."

"I'm game if you are," Cyril says.

"You're totally serious, aren't you?" Marie says. "I'm joking around and talking about fantasy scenarios, but not you. You're angling to make it happen. How much would you love to have me alone, hypnotized, and suggestible? Ready to accept and do anything you tell me? I mean, hey, I'm sure you'd spare a few seconds to actually give me the therapy I'm looking for in between all the depraved foot fetish things you'd have me do."

"You wound me."

"I'm just calling you out. If you feel wounded, then I'm hitting painfully close to home."

"Touche. Oh, and..."

Cyril snaps. Marie's eyes cloud over.

"...longer strokes. Less pressure."

"Longer strokes...less pressure," Marie says.

Cyril snaps again. Marie's gaze sharpens.

"What was I saying? Oh, yeah:  If you feel wounded, then I'm hitting painfully close to home."

"Touche."

"Boy, am I tired. I could use a break."

Cyril snaps. Marie's eyes cloud over.

"You don't need a break. You feel great. Full of energy. Keep going."

"Don't need a break...feel great...full of energy...keep going."

Cyril snaps again. Marie's gaze sharpens.

"Maybe it was just the stress," Marie says. "And maybe talking about it with you helped. Because I feel a lot better. I'm not even tired any more."

"Glad to hear it. Not that I wouldn't mind trying the hypnosis route."

"Give it a rest, Cyril. It's cute sometimes, but it gets old."

"Yeah, I guess it does. Sorry."

Cyril snaps. Marie's eyes cloud over.

"More lube. Make sure you cover the entire bottoms of your feet, from heels to toes."

"More lube...cover the entire bottoms of my feet...heels to toes."

"That's good. Yes, like that. And don't wake up now until I finish."

Marie's eyes remained clouded.

After a while, Cyril snaps again. Marie's gaze sharpens.

"Did I miss something?" Marie says.

"No. Why?" Cyril says.

"I just...I don't know. It feels like I blinked and missed a chunk of our conversation."

"Ooh, like you were hypnotized?"

"Jeez, Cyril, do you have to go there?"

"Yeah, I kind of do. You have your pent up stress. I have my unrepentant fetishes."

"True. But however much you want to, you're never going to hypnotize me into giving you a footjob."

Cyril snaps. Marie's eyes cloud over.

"You will forget what you just said. You share my fetishes. You want me to hypnotize you. You want me to brainwash you and make you do whatever I want."

"Forget what I just said...share your fetishes...want you to hypnotize me...brainwash me...make me do whatever you want."

Cyril snaps again. Marie's gaze sharpens.

"You do indeed have your fetishes. And it's not like I don't share them. It would be great if you hypnotized me. Brainwashed me. Made me do whatever you want. You know what, why don't we try it? I could even sit in the massage chair. See if that makes it any easier for you to put me under…."