“Yes Sir, I hear you.” Chissy’s calm serine voice replied as she perched herself on the edge of the chair.
We were down in the laundry room, the sound of the tumbling washers and dryers running in the background giving a perfect white noise machine for me to work with.
Chissy had moved into the building a few months ago, and we both had odd schedules that just so happened to coincide with each other and nobody else. So, on Tuesday afternoons, we found ourselves in the laundry room, talking, as we waited for the machines to finish.
It had taken a few weeks to get her into a light trance with just the rhythm of my voice, but now she fell quickly and deeply.
“So, how have you been feeling lately?”
“Oh…so good… when I’m here with you…” she replied.
A smile crossed my lips, “And when you’re not?”
A frown formed on her face, “Not… not so good…”
“Is that because your still with your boyfriend?”
Her face twisted a little, I’d been implanting the idea that he was a bad boyfriend for weeks and I’d heard them arguing several times since then.
“Maybe… I guess… yes.” a look of relief cross her face and I nodded even if she couldn’t see it.
“Well you should get rid of him if he’s not making you happy. You should be with someone who makes you happy being with them, shouldn’t you?”
Her head nodded slowly, “Yes… be with someone that makes me happy…”
“That’s right, good. So, tell me, how have your dreams been?”
Chissy blushed and paused for a moment, “Sexy…” she finally replied.
“Tell me about them.”
“I’m with you… we’re… we’re making love…”
“Are we? We aren’t doing something a little bit more intense?”
She blushed again, “We’re… we’re fucking… you’re… you’re fucking me…”
“And how does that make you feel?”
“Ho… horny… so horny…”
“You like being fucked. You like being used.”
Her breathing sped up and she blushed even more, “Yes… I fucking love being used…”
“Being used turns you on so much that you just can’t help yourself… you’ll do anything to be used.”
Her breathing increased even more and her eyes began to flutter.
“Alright, calm down, go even deeper if you need to.”
Her breathing slowed once more and her eyes remained closed after a few moments.
“Good, now one last thing… when you break up with your boyfriend, the first thing you will do is come over and tell me… understand?”
“Yes…” she replied with a nod.
“Alright… take a few deep breaths and then start counting up from 100. When you get to 1 you will be fully awake but not remember what we talked about.”
“100… 99… 98…” she started counting and I smiled.
I shouldn’t be too much longer, she’d kick the boyfriend to the curb and be over to tell me about by the end of the week if I had to guess.
Then I’d really get to work on her, this once a week tracing was limiting, once I had her every day, I’d have her eating out of my hand in no time.
