A little something that may or may not have been inspired by certain people and events at last weekend’s Fetish Fair Flea:
I almost didn’t see it
at first because the room was so dim, but then Joanie moved the
curtain a little and I noticed a subtle reflection from behind a
stacking chair nearby. It was a pocket watch.
You see bunches of
those at hypnosis cons, of course, and there had probably been a
several pulled out of pockets that day just in this room, which was
used as an informal practice lounge. But this one was different.
For starters, it was
all black. The metal casing had a satiny sheen to it, as did the
equally dark chain and clip. Embossed in the black metal on the back
was a crest comprising a two-headed eagle, a crown or scepter,
winding lengths of thorny vine – or perhaps barbed wire? – and
the motto potentia regere. A
similar design adorned the front cover. The effect was striking,
looking both regal and vaguely sinister at the same time. And
I felt certain I’d seen it before, but couldn’t quite place where.
Are you going to help me or just stare at your hand?”
annoyed voice snapped me out of my fog. "Sorry,“ I gulped,
slipping the watch into my pocket. "What should I do?”
straighten out the chairs and pick up anything people left on the
floor. Nobody is using the room until tomorrow morning, so we don’t
have to stack them or anything.”
practice lounge was a hotel room with the two queen beds and most
other furniture removed and a bunch of standard-issue stacking chairs
and ottomans brought in. The result was a practice space that could
seat as many as two dozen people in clusters of typically two to
five, and have each cluster sufficiently separate to keep the general
din of voices under control. There had been times during the day
when we’d pushed the upper limit; fortunately hypnokinky people tend
to be very friendly.
only took a few minutes to straighten up for the next day. We
collected water bottles and stray cups for the recycling and put the
chairs against the walls to make a big open space in the middle, and
we were basically done. Which
was good, because I’d been trying all day to work up the courage to
ask Joanie for a play date. Joanie she loves trance and has very few
boundaries, which makes her extremely popular during the evening
parties; my best chance was to ask her before the party started.
there she was, holding out the blue recycling can in front of me.
“Find anything interesting?” she asked.
yeah.” I dropped the plastic items into the can, took it from
her, and set it aside. "Do you have any idea who this belongs
to?“ I fished into my pocket and took out the watch. Just out
of sheer habit, I dangled it from the chain in front of her face.
eyes locked onto the watch instantly with a surprising intensity.
Her pupils dilated as her eyes tracked the slight movements of the
watch on its chain. I hadn’t been deliberately swinging it, but the
way it captured her attention left no doubt as to where her mind was
going. "Oops,” I said. "Should I stop holding it
her dreamy voice replied. "Keep going.“
I thought to myself, you were going to ask her; I guess she
just asked you instead. "That’s
right,” I heard myself say, and Joanie shuddered a tiny bit at
the words. "It feels so good to look at this beautiful, shiny
watch … to notice every detail … the way the light shines off it
… the intricate decorations. But somehow, the more closely you
study this watch, the more you can imagine your eyelids getting
heavy, drowsy, droopy, sleepy.“ And they were, big-time.
Joanie’s bright, sparkling eyes had gone glassy and hazy, blinking
heavily and often. She was losing the battle to hold them open.
sleepy now,” I continued, feeling a confidence that was almost
alien to me. "And the more you struggle to keep those eyes
open, the more they just want to close down. That’s right. Closing
… down … now.“
shuddered again at the words that’s right,
and it wasn’t remotely cold in the room. Sliding the watch back into
my pocket, I deepened her trance while gently guiding her into a
nearby chair. She slumped
into it, dropping her shoulders and leaning a little bit forward, and
the straight male in me just couldn’t not look down the scooped front
of her tank top. The view was breathtaking, and for a moment or two
I just stalled mentally and drank it in.
No guarantees as to when it will be finished, but it’s been too long since my last post so I wanted to share this as a preview.
Right now? To have Beka tie me up and have his way with me, and not be allowed to do or say anything unless he tells him - for him to have complete and utter control. It’s early, so that might change, and he is tieing me up when I get use of my shoulder back, so… we’ll see what I decide my new one is after that.