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Naz sighs, splays her toes, and sinks back deeper into the cushions.

Treating her bare feet as if they are delicate, invaluable artifacts, I continue my regimen of pressing, kneading, rubbing, and occasionally caressing them. My deft handiwork elicits another contented sigh from her, followed a moment later by a barely audible moan.

Her reactions confirm what I already know: All the tension and stress of her work week melts away beneath my careful, caring touch.

"This is nice," she says, after another sigh. "Really, really nice. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"You deserve nice."

"Aww," she says through a sleepy grin.

Her eyes flutter closed. But a moment later, she opens them again and focuses a pointed stare at me.

"No, that's not it," she says. "I mean, yes, I do deserve nice. But me deserving it doesn't explain you being it. You have another reason."

She shifts her feet, not quite pulling them from my grasp, but loosening my hold on them. In response, I gently but firmly strengthen my grip and continue working on them as if nothing has changed.

"My motivation is to help you relax and feel better after a tough week."

"Mm-hm. And?"

"And what?"

"Exactly. And what else is motivating you?"

"I don't know what you mean."

There exist areas on her soles that I know well. I find them on both of her feet, press into them with my thumbs, and begin making small spiral motions.

Despite herself, she exhales fully and relaxes again. But she remains warily alert.

I repeatedly spiral my thumbs into those amazing spots on her soles.

"Oooh," she says, loving what I'm doing to her feet, although remaining unassuaged. "You absolutely do know what I mean. You--ohhh--always have a plan. A scheme. What is it--ahhh--this time?"

"I told you my plan."

"Mmm. You told me the first part of your plan: relax me. But what--mmmm--comes next? Make me fall asleep? No, that's not it. Ahhh. So, what then? Wait--oooh--I know. You want to hypnotize me. Of course. How could I not have realized that?"

"I assure you that I have no pocket watch on my person. No portable strobe light. No spiral app on my phone. Nothing at all to use in an induction."

"Mmmmm. We both know you don't need any of those cliches to hypnotize a person. This massage is your induction. Ohhhh. This is how you relax me into a suggestible trance state. Ooooh."

"All right, Ms. Suspicious, are you saying I should stop?"

"Yes--mmmmm--you should. But--ooooh--don't you dare. Keep rubbing. Right there. Just like that. Ohhhh."

"So, you're accusing me of trying to hypnotize you, but you don't want me to stop?" I say, amused rather than annoyed.

"You're not going to hypnotize me. Ahhhh. You're trying to, but it won't work. I can benefit from this glorious massage--mmmmm--without succumbing to your tricks. I can let myself relax and enjoy this--ohhhh--without giving into your mind control shenanigans. Ooooh."

"Well, that's a relief."

"A relief for me, yes. A frustration for you, I'm sure. Ohhhh."

"Not at all. I'm just happy to make you happy. Also, slightly concerned about your paranoid delusions. But mostly just happy to make you happy."

"Sure you are. Mmmmmmm."

"Not that I accept your accusation, but you are looking very sleepy."

"I am a bit drowsy--ahhhhhh--but I'm still awake. Just relaxed and comfy. Not going to--ooooooh--fall into a trance, which is to say--mmmmmmm--into your trap."

"Your iron will is both commendable and admirable."

"Ohhhhhh. Enough with the bullshit flattery. Just keep rubbing my feet. Ohhhhhh."

"No worries there. Not planning to stop."

"Right. Not until--mmmmmmmmm..."

"Until what?"

"Until you hear my first yes, master, I obey, no doubt. Ooooooooh. Which you're never going to hear."

"As you say."

"Exactly. Ahhhhhhhh. As I say. Ohhhhhhhh."

"Not that I know anything, because I sure as heck don't know how to hypnotize you, but whenever you blink, your eyes seem to be staying closed longer."

"You're right--ooooooooh--you don't know--ahhhhhhhh--anything."

"Far be it from me to argue, but I would say that I know when someone is falling asleep."

"Mmmmmmmmm."

"Or slipping into a trance."

"Mmmmmmmmm."

"Like when they finally succumb to an expertly accomplished hypnotic induction."

"Mmmmmmmmm."

"Which you have now done. And which means that you are now hypnotized."

"...I am now...hypnotized..."

"You are extremely suggestible."

"...Extremely suggestible..."

"You have no will of your own."

"...No will of my own..."

"You will do whatever I say."

"...Whatever you say..."

"You are my slave, and I am your master."

"...I am your slave...you are my master..."

"You must obey me, slave. Do you understand?"

"...Yes, Master...I obey..."

Having heard what I want from my subject, I stop massaging her feet, just as she predicted.

"How do your feet feel, slave?"

"...Mmmmm...so good..."

"How do you feel, slave?"

"...Mmmmm...so good..."

"Excellent. Now, I want to feel as good as you do. And you want to make me feel as good as you do."

"...Want to make you feel...as good as I do..."

"You want it. You desire it. You need to it."

"...Want it...desire it...need to it..."

"When I snap my fingers, you're going to awaken from your trance. You will feel relaxed, refreshed, and so good, as you said. You won't remember being hypnotized. In fact, you will resolutely believe that you weren't and can't be hypnotized. But any time tonight that I say barefoot slave, you will instantly return to the suggestible trance state you are in now. Do you understand?"

"...Yes, Master...I understand..."

"Also, from now on, you will find yourself extraordinarily succeptiple to any hypnotic induction I use on you, even as you think that you are immune to it. Understand?"

"...Yes, Master...I understand..."

"And finally, when I wake you up in a moment, your won't hesitate to act on your want/desire/need with all your enviable creativity."

"...I won't hesitate to act on my want/desire/need...with all my enviable creativity..."

I pause for a moment, considering all the suggestions I've given her and wondering if I've covered all the bases. Maybe I have, or maybe not. But I think I've covered enough of them. If I've missed anything, I can utter one simple trigger phrase and brainwash the new thoughts into her yielding mind easily enough.

She was right to call me out earlier. I did have a plan, a scheme. And despite being aware of it, she couldn't prevent me from carrying it out. So now, I am ready to reap the benefits of my work.

I snap my fingers.

Once again her eyes flutter, but this time they open and stay that way. Clarity of vision and thought return to her immediately. She sighs contentedly.

"That was phenomenal," she says, flexing her soothed and pampered feet. "At least for me. Too bad your hypnotic machinations failed."

"You say too bad, but you don't sound all that sympathetic."

"Oh, I'm at least a little sympathetic. I mean, a girl can't ignore the fact that a guy made her feel so good. Even if he had an ulterior motive."

"How magnanimous of you."

"I agree. And as my way of saying both thanks for the massage and I forgive you for trying to hypnotize me, I'm going to make you feel just as good as I do. Any thoughts on how I should do that? No, don't bother telling me. I have my own thoughts on the matter."

She scoots closer to me and places her feet in my lap. Then, with a desirous gleam in her eye, she begins massaging me slowly but surely toward esctasy.

As she gives me exactly what I want, I have no need to say the trigger phrase that will place her back under hypnosis. But my glorious massage won't last forever. And though I'll be sated and spent for a while afterwards, I won't want my fun to end.

So she will hear me say barefoot slave before too long. And then my fun with her will continue throughout the night....