The Visitor
Chp.2
“Good boy”, she said. “Dropping down deeper and deeper. Hearing only my voice and feeling more and more relaxed with every breath, every time I call you a good boy you will feel a surge of contentment and pleasure and drop deeper. It will be like experiencing your proudest moment as a child again every time. Do you understand?”
“yes Mistress” he replied softly.
She smiled, understanding that his addiction to her had been inevitable from the moment he first visited her website, and that the subsequent conditioning he had been exposed to with her videos and MP3’s had led him to call her Mistress in trance without prompting.
“Good boy. I want you to imagine yourself at the top of a long flights of stairs leading down into the darkness. There are 100 stairs and at the bottom is a small room. This is the control room of your mind. In a moment I am going to snap my fingers again, and you will begin descending the staircase in your mind, counting down from 100. As you take each step your trance will double, and your mind will become twice as open to my words. When you reach 0 your mind will be completely empty and malleable and you will be ready to enter the control room with me. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Begin now” she said, snapping her fingers as he began his countdown, “100, 99, 98…”
She took a moment to remove her coat and then began to move around the house, leaving him prostrate on his knees, deep in trance and conditioning himself further.
The house was impressive. The design was contemporary and exquisite, clearly put together at great cost. Its location in the centre of the city was also a major plus point. By the time she returned to where he knelt, she had decided it would be an adequate base for when she was in town. He was silent now. Having reached 0 he floated aimlessly and waited for her next words.
“Are you ready to enter the control room now slave?”
“Yes Mistress” he replied.
“Good boy. In a moment I will snap my fingers again, and you will find that your eyes float open as you go even deeper into your trance, and you will find yourself in the hallway outside the control room of your mind. It will look like the hall way of your home, and as we move into the control room it may seem to look like your lounge, but you will know absolutely that this it is the control room of you mind we are entering. You know this because I have said so, and your malleable, open mind knows everything I say is true. Isn’t that right slave?
“Yes Mistress”
“Good boy. Now follow me into the control room” she said, snapping her fingers. His eyes opened, he rose and sleepwalked after her into the lounge.