She clicked out of a hypno-themed image gallery and entered a more social mind control site. There, she quickly found a message in her inbox from someone called MndCtrlU.
"Hello. I saw your post about wishing to be subjected to real mind control. Odds are you're joking, but on the off chance you're not I wanted to throw my hat into the ring. While I'm unable to turn you into a mindless drone I believe I can bring you closer than anyone has ever before. I have a rather unique talent for mind control. Sort of a curse in a way. If you believe you're ready for a level of domination that you are unlikely to have ever experienced before then please reply."
Zehra read the message a few times. "What, is this bondage or something? I bet he's just another lazy dom. Oh well." She typed up her reply.
"Hello. Thank you for reaching out. I'm hardly a virgin when it comes to this sort of thing. Normally I just get guys who read a book on hypnosis tricks or tried to mimicked what they saw on TV. I do hope you can show me something new."
Zehra then went to checking her threads, seeing what had updated since she was last on. About a hour into this, she got another message from MndCtrlU.
"Thank you for your reply. I am quite confident I can show you something new. Unfortunately that would require us to meet in person, and I feel we should get to know each other before we do so."
Zehra smirked. "Getting cold feet already?" She started on her reply.
***
Zehra sat in a coffee shop. She was wearing a red blouse and pink skirt, along with a baseball cap. A flower pin was attached to her chest. She had spent the past two weeks conversing with MndCtrlU and had found they lived rather close together, only a couple of miles part. Today would be their first face-to-face meet. While they didn't have each other’s exact addresses, they had a general idea of what city they lived in. This coffee shop was believed to be about halfway between their homes. For their first face-to-face, he had ordered her to wear these clothes, partly to get in the mood but mostly so he could recognize her. He had also ordered her to tell a friend where she was going, something she had neglected to do.
A man walked up to her while she read the menu. "Zehra?"
She looked up at him. He also wore a flower pin, although it was a different kind than what she had on. "Yes. Junyu?"
The man nodded. He then sat down. "I'm afraid I wasn't able to find a pin like the one you sent me, but I picked the closet thing I had on hand."
Zehra's outfit, although decided upon by Junyu, was made of things she already owned. "That's okay. It's nice to finally meet you."
"Thanks. You're quite lovely."
Zehra smiled at the complement. Still, the guys she met like this before had often said something similar. "How are you doing today?"
"Quite well. And yourself?"
"All right so far. So you say you can hypnotize me? Most of the time the hypnotist just makes me relaxed."
"Not so much hypnotize as command. I honestly don't fully understand how it works myself. But I have seen its power for myself. Snap your fingers."
Before she realized it, Zehra snapped her fingers. She glanced at her hand for a moment. "What? That's a neat trick. How did you do that, or would telling me break the spell?" She giggled.
"I told you, I don't know how or why it works, just its limits." Junyu paused for a moment. "Did you tell anyone you were meeting me here?"
"No." Zehra blurted out.
Junyu sighed. "I told you to do that. It's common for people in power exchange relationships to let someone know when they’re meeting someone they met online in real life for the first time, as a safety precaution."
Zehra's reply didn't come as quickly this time. "I didn't want to explain to my friends what was going on and thought I could bluff you."
"That was rather risky. What if I was telling the truth?"
"I thought you were making it up and didn't think about it."
"Then let me prove it too you. Don't speak, keep your hands flat on the table."
Zehra closed her mouth. She quickly placed her palms on the wooden table. Once she processed what had just happened, she tried to speak, but her voice failed her. She was hit with terror and excitement all at once.
Before long, a waitress walked up to them. "Are you ready to order?"
Junyu looked up at her. "I'll have a coffee, two sugars. She will have honey tea. We need more time for any food items."
The waitress' eyes glossed over for a moment. "Sure thing." She turned and moved onto the next table.
Zehra could only watch as the waitress left their side. "What's he going to do to me?" She wiggled around in her seat as she thought of it. After a moment, she realized she could still move her feet and crossed her legs.
Junyu put down the menu. "The cakes seem nice." He paused for a moment. "You can talk but don't scream."
Zehra blinked. "Why did you say that last part?"
"More than a few girls have. Most don't really believe in what I can do until they experience it for themselves. I'd rather you not cause a scene."
"Don't worry, I won't."
"Will you?"
"No," responded Zehra flatly. "Why did you ask that?"
"Just being cautious. I've been burned before." Junyu taps his fingers on the table. "So given what you've seen me do, I'm sure you believe in my power now. Do you still want to continue with this meeting?"
"Oh yes." Zehra wasn't sure with caused her to answer first, his power or her own desire.
Soon, the waitress returned and set down the drinks in front of them. "Here you go. Will there be anything else?" Her eyes drift over Zehra's hands.
Zehra looked over at Junyu. "You said something about the cake. I'll eat whatever you order." She toyed with the idea of Junyu ordering a type of cake she didn't like and forcing her to eat it. However, she couldn't remember if there was such a thing on the menu.
"In that case we'll have two slices of lemon cake please." Junyu smiled and returned the menus.
"Shoot. That sounds nice."
The waitress' eyes glazed over for a moment. "Sure thing." She smiled and walked back to the counter.
Zehra looked at her cup of tea, then at her hands, still stuck to the wooden surface. She hesitated a moment while Junyu sipped his coffee, unsure of if she should wait or not. "Um..."
Junyu glanced at Zehra for a moment. "Oh, sorry. You can freely move your hands."
Zehra relaxed her hands. After a moment, she sipped her tea. She thought about what to say next. "So, how did you get this power? Did you train under some mystic or something?"
Junyu shook his head. "No, nothing like that. I'm not even sure how I got it. I was just under a lot of stress at work one day and gave the order to stop. Everyone froze."
"Are there any limits to what you can make someone do?"
Junyu traced the rim of his mug. "Beyond what is physically impossible? Not that I've found. Although I haven't extensively tested it."
"Would you care to?" Zehra smiled.
"Up to a point. There are some orders I'd rather not test. Even so, I've been rather short on volunteers."
"I could help with that, at least."
It wasn't long before the waitress returned with their cake slices, setting down one in front of each of them. "Enjoy."
"Thank you." Junyu picked up his fork and got to work.
Zehra watched him go, then looked at her own dessert. She left it be, instead taking a sip of her tea.
After a moment, Junyu took notice. "Aren't you going to eat your cake?"
Zehra paused for a moment, then smirked. "Why don't you make me?" she replied playfully.
Junyu looked at her for a moment. "Oh, I see. We are doing this already."
"You could say that."
"Eat your cake... at a reasonable pace."
Without thinking about it, Zehra grabbed her fork and cut off a piece of cake. She quickly popped into her mouth. Then, she went for another piece.
"Enjoy the flavor."
Zehra slowed down with the next piece, letting it dissolve a bit before swallowing. She was strangely fascinated by the confectionery, slowly savoring each piece. It wasn't until after her plate was empty that she was able to sip her tea, washing it down. "That was good."
Junyu set down his empty cup. "So what would you like to do? Do you wish to continue our meeting, or would you rather leave? Or maybe you need more time to think about it?"
"I wish to continue." Zehra smiled. "It's not like I can say no anyway."
"Technically you can. I asked a question and you gave an honest answer. Although I'm not fully sure how my powers affect your mental state."
They made some small talk, going back and forth until the waitress returned with the check. Zehra was a little surprised when she watched Junyu pay the woman, even giving her a tip. She spoke after she walked away. "I would have thought you eat free?"
"Why? Oh, you were wondering why I didn't have her comp the food and drinks. My powers aren't permanent, and besides, it was never part of my nature to skim from small shops like these." Junyu stood up.
Without being asked, Zehra stood up as well and grabbed her purse. "I guess that makes sense. So, now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?" She leaned closer, brushing her breasts against his arm.
"If you're comfortable with it, we can go for a walk together." He blushed lightly.
"It's like this man is walking on eggshells." Zehra nodded. "I would love to."
"Then come with me." Junyu started walking, heading out the door. Naturally, Zehra was compelled to follow him. However, he seemed a bit surprised when she grabbed his arm as they walked. "You're certainly rather friendly."
"Why not? I finally got the chance to live out my personal fantasy."
"I've heard that before."
"Before?" Zehra raised an eyebrow. She suddenly found herself stopping at the corner when Junyu stopped. Her legs started moving again when he did. Still, walking was such second nature her that she didn't put much thought into it.
Junyu turned at a few corners and Zehra followed. After a while, she realized she had no idea where he was taking her. Her heart started beating faster, the sensation of fear and excitement returning. Images of what he could do to her flooded her head and she was powerless to stop him. She tested it by trying to stop, to halt her movement. However, her legs would not obey her. "I can still scream for help if I get into trouble... I think. Can I scream? Oh no, I can't. Well maybe I can. How long does his order last?" She started to fight the urge to scream for no other reason just to see if she could. However, that would likely cause them both problems.
"Um, how long does your power last?"
Junyu looked at her. "Well, I haven't stressed test this, but I believe 24 hours... give or take. But for all I know, that can vary on the person. I've barely ever used it for that long."
"Oh." Zehra wasn't sure what she would do with that information, but it would be something to think about later. True, if he was being honest, it gave her a way out, but not one she could use anytime soon.
They reached a park before much longer. It was simple enough, a brick and iron fence surrounding a large grassy field with trees here and there. The gate had a large arch over it and a paved path that lead from it. A bathroom wasn't far away from some picnic tables. Pretty normal park, really.
There weren't that many people here, but Zehra could see a few. She wondered why he brought her here. It wasn't too isolated, but they would have a measure of privacy.
Junyu placed his hands on Zehra's shoulders and whispered into her ear. "Let's try something. At any time, you may say the word 'xylophone', even if I have ordered you to be quiet. It will be our safe word. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Zehra once again spoke without thinking. She knew the rule, but it took her a moment to realize why he made it. He was giving her an out. This gave her some comfort, but at the same time, she felt like she lost something. Being at his mercy was both terrifying and wonderful at the same time. "Well I guess I have no guarantee he will respect that." She giggled to herself.
"Let's test it out. Be quiet." Junyu held up a slip of paper and Zehra read it. "Try saying it once so you know it works."
Zehra silently stared at the paper for a moment. She then looked at Junyu as if confused by her own silence. After another moment she spoke. "Xylophone."
Junyu smiled. "You can talk now."
"Why did you write that down?"
"My commands only work if you heard them. Now there was no other way for you know I wanted to test the safe word without it possibly being perceived as a command."
"Well, now that we've gotten that out of the way..." Zehra licked her bottom lip rather quickly. "What will you do with me now?" She smirked.
"Dance for me on the grass." Junyu took a few steps back.
Zehra didn't really know any dances, but tried to mimic what she saw on TV once. Soon, her simplistic, standard dance movements turned seductive as she tried to draw him in closer. She started testing the limits of what she could do, but found she couldn't step on the pavement and reach him. While continuing the dance, she moved a bit farther away, traveling along the path.
After a while, Junyu spoke again. "Stop."
Zehra froze in place. She couldn't turn to look at him, she just stood there. "What now?" She listened for any sign of him coming closer, footsteps on pavement, grass being compressed, a dog barking. Okay, maybe not that last one.
"Come here."
Zehra turned around and walked over to him with a smile.
Junyu gave Zehra a five dollar bill. "Go buy me a chai latte." He pointed across the way. By another gate was a coffee stand.
Zehra nodded, took the bill and walked up to the stand. "One chai latte." She put down the bill.
"Sure thing." The man smiled as he quickly mixed the drink in a paper cup. He took the bill and gave her the change. "Here you go." He handed her the cup.
"Thanks." Even under Junyu's thrall she still had time for her manners. She soon returned to Junyu. "Here you go." Once the words left her mouth, she wasn't sure if she was saying that out of habit or compelled by his power. The former was more likely, but she half-hoped it was the latter.
"Thank you." He took the cup and the change when offered to him. He took a sip. "I think this is good for an introduction to my power."
"Really? I want to keep going." Zehra sighed.
"I'm afraid I don't know your limits and I don't want to overwhelm you."
"What about the safe word?"
"There is that. Still, I want to let all this soak in. We can do more next time."
"I'm free tomorrow." Zehra smiled and moved closer.
"Tomorrow it is then, just think on what it was like being under my power tonight." He seemed to just realize exactly what he said after he said it.
"Yes... Master." Zehra added that last part in just to tease him.
"Now do you know the way back to your car or the coffee shop?"
"No." Zehra hadn't payed attention to how they got here and she had never been to this park before. However, she neglected to point out that she could just use her phone's map to find the coffee shop like she did before.
"Come with me then." Junyu lead the way. As they went, he was able to get in a few more simple commands. It was unclear if 'Please don't tell the press or anything about me.' was a command or not, but Zehra agreed nonetheless.
They made plans to meet there again tomorrow. Junyu asked her to stay safe when seeing her off. Zehra smiled and waved goodbye. She would, and would certainly obey his other standing command, along with her little friend in her nightstand.