"Hi, Cara."

"Hi, Mayra. Great party, huh?"

"Yeah, it's a blast. And that performance--wow! You were amazing."

"Thanks!"

"I mean, it was rehearsed, right?"

"Rehearsed?"

"You know, staged. Fake."

"Oh, no. Not at all. It was real."

"Seriously?"

"Uh-huh."

"All of it?"

"All of it."

"Cyril actually hypnotized you?"

"Absolutely."

"And those suggestions he gave you?"

"I followed them because I had to. I'm an extremely suggestible subject."

"Okay, sure, I get that. But all of the suggestions?"

"Yes, all of them. Every single one."

"So you really..."

"What?"

"You know...orgasmed? Right there in front of everyone?"

"Yeah! I totally did! Right there in front of everyone!"

"Wasn't it, you know, embarrassing?"

"Embarrassing? Well, now that you mention it, it probably should have been. But it wasn't. Not one bit. If anything, it was liberating. It felt wonderful not to care what anyone else thought. And not to care--or even notice--that anyone other than Cyril and me were there. The world was just the two of us. He was the master, I was his slave."

"Wow. Just, wow."

"Agreed. And that's not even going into how awesome--and I do literally mean awesome--those orgasms were. I've never felt anything like them. And without him even touching me, or me touching myself. The power of suggestion is just so incredible. Especially when wielded by such a masterful hypnotist as Cyril is."

"Well, that is nothing if not a five-star endorsement of our host. Say, you're awake now, right? Not under his spell anymore? Not just spouting what he told you to spout?"

"No, I'm fully awake, aware, and in my right mind. Although..."

"Although what?"

"Well, I am being influenced by a post-hypnotic suggestion that he gave me: As long as I keep my feet bare, I will continue to feel the afterglow of my orgasms for the duration of the party."

"I was wondering why you were still barefoot. Is it working?"

"Oh, boy, is it working! I feel amazing. Believe me, my shoes are staying off until it's time to leave. And I'm not planning to leave until he kicks me out. Hahahahaha!"

"Hahaha! Well, now I have to say, I'm kind of jealous."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. And by 'kind of jealous,' I mean 'green with envy.' I want to have the best orgasms ever and then feel the afterglow for hours on end. What does a girl have to do to get Cyril to hypnotize her at this party? Hahaha!"

"Not much, truth be told."

"Really?"

"Really. You just have to be willing to surrender to his power. And not worry about what you may end up doing. Or thinking. Or not remembering. If you're okay with those things, it might be worth it for you. It toally was for me."

"Hm."

"Pondering the possibility?"

"Yeah."

"If you're willing to surrender to him, I can personally attest that you will experience more pleasure than you can imagine. And I say that knowing you're an accomplished and experienced pleasure seeker, Ms. Mayra. Hahaha!"

"Hm..."

"Oh, and one more thing."

"What?"

"If you're looking to get in his good graces so you can ask him to hypnotize you, I'd take your shoes off now. You'll be taking them off anyway if he agrees to put you under."

"Done."

"Ah, so you've decided."

"Easiest decision I've ever made. More pleasure than I can imagine? Yes, please and thank you! Hahaha!"

"Hahaha! Well, my barefoot, pleasure-seeking friend, let's go find our host and see what the night--and he--has to offer you...."