Happy Birthday Wishes

Merry Christmas!
  SlowMo video with my bestie @diandragidiva filmed by @pop_tart_anarchy, our dear fun friend who is also, lucky for us, an expert videographer/photographer!
Song is by Blonde Redhead

He calls me to set up our next visit, just two days later, and it's more of the same. He uses the "LOOP!" command more frequently, testing my memory and acting abilities. Aft one point he yells "LOOP!" just moments after I dropped my keys and has me loop it back at least ten times. Near the end of the session, while im under "the deepest state of hypnosis" he says he has a treat for "his obedient girl". He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a bag of macadamia nuts. He grabs and handful, opens his palm flat and holds his hand of nuts out right in front of my face. He wants me to waaay them from his hand like a horse.. I'm not happy about it, but I can't break character now.. The next few sessions go about the same, and perhaps a month in, I'm sick to death of macadamia nuts. One day, before putting me under "hypnosis", he brings out a stack of new paperwork and says it is time for the second phase of hypnosis therapy. Should I choose to accept, I will be paid $150/hr. for 4 hour sessions three times a week. That's $7,200 a month to pretend to be hypnotized.. Yes! I had never made so much, even stripping wasn't that lucrative unless you weren't really just stripping. At this point I was over counting $1s and $20s shaking, dancing, grinding for motorcycle gangs and secret mens clubs. The hypnotist gig was ideal and until this day, easy enough.
  I signed the papers, reading nothing. "Let's start today!" I beamed at him. As far as he knew, I knew nothing of what was happening during hypnosis, and each visit was as if I had spent 5 minutes saying hello, a void of time, and 5 minutes saying goodbye.
   So this time, he "Plants Memories" of himself into my mind. "Suzette. Do you remember your favorite childhood birthday? How old were you?" Six, I reply. He asks me to describe the setting, the happenings as best I can remember, then outs me under hypnosis. "Suzette, recall when you were about to blow out the candles on your sixth birthday.. You're thinking of a wish... Your wish is this, "I wish I had a strong loving man to protect me, and in return I will serve him his every wish". You look up after blessing out your candles and you see me standing in the corner of the room, watching over you. You are filled with an overwhelming love for me, and for the rest of your life, this is your strongest memory that dictates every choice you make after." I find it disturbing that he is inserting himself into my memories in this way. He brings me out of hypnosis and again asks me to describe the scene of me blowing out my candles at my sixth birthday. "And do you recall what it was that you wished for?" I pretended to think hard, and looked as if the confusion was agonizing me. "Well... gee.. its odd.. its.. fuzzy.. as if... wait. I think.. yes.. I remember! I wished for.. well, it's sort of embarrassing.." He's on the edge of his armchair.. "Its ok! Though can tell me anything, I won't judge you.." I sigh and take a long pause. "Well, I think I was wishing for a good strong leader, like a loving father figure in my life, but also... something.. more?" He scribbled notes furiously. "Do you remember someone else being there that made you feel that way?" He was waiting for me to say, "it's the strangest thing.. it must have been a dream.. because.. it was as if... it was ... you?" His eyebrows shot up in faux surprise, "HMMMMMM! HOW INTERESTING!" He was having a difficult time hiding his excitement.
  And once he gets me in "the deepest state of hypnosis" he asks me to stand up, walk to the closet, change out of all my clothes, underwear included, and wrap myself  in a hand knit 3D flower quilt and come back out and sit on the couch... My mind raced with bad ideas of why I needed to be completely naked under a blanket. I wouldn't make this easy, and I would definitely drag it out. I flopped off the couch, and zombie struggled to get up, dramatically falling again and knocking over a 4ft tall stack of 'Cat Fancy' magazines. I rolled back and forth on the floor like a beached whale knocking over everything in my path! "FREEZE!" He shouted! He scrambled in irritated silence to restack the magazines, pick up his precious video camera on its timbered tripod, and stand up a fallen coffee table decorated with kitty cat knick knacks. Then, panting, he stands over my limp body. He grabs his chest, and I wonder how I will explain this if he dies of a heart attack.. He takes a few minutes til catch his breath and then studies me in horrible, creepy perfectly still silence. He just stands over me, unblinking, his crazy blue eyes glowing in contrast with the bloodshot whites. Finally he crouches down, and I feel as if I need to swallow hard, but he's so focused on me, he would notice that little tell of fear and therefore conciousness. It's hard to breathe. I can see through my little slit eyes, a look I'd seen only once before, when a man threatened to rape me at knifepoint. This man, unlike the ex navy seal that had tried to dominate me, was old and frail. If he made a move, I'd attack him like a mountain lion, and I knew I would win easily. I train naughty and afraid horses, I'm stronger than I look. "Suzette. Can you hear my voice?", he breaks the silence. "Uhhhhhhh.." I groan lightly. He backs off of me and stands up again. "Suzette. Stand up." Well, he's asking for it. I sit up and teeter precariously back and forth. He teaches for my arm and tugs me upward with all his might. I finally get up on my feet and this time he jumps behind me and grabs my shoulders. "GOOOOOD GIRRRRRLLLL... Now left foot forward..." I wobbily do. "Excellent, now right foot forward." I hesitate and he gently kicks the back of my right heel. Ouch! I jump it forward. He directs me like this towards the closet and shuts me in there with the blanket. "Suzette, remove all your clothing and wrap yourself, naked, in the blanket and knock on the door when you are done. I do. He opens the door and directs me back towards the couch. I am still wearing my high heels and I crunch his foot with my stiletto. "Agh!" He winces in pain and pushes me towards the couch. I collapse on it dramatically. He forcibly sits me up, and then sets a table directly in front of me. He takes out a laptop and faces it towards me. He sits beside me to set up a video on the laptop, the freeze frame is of him, standing shirtless in front of the bathroom mirror here, mouth open.. This is getting weird fast.. He stands up and goes back to sit at his armchair with his yellow notepad and pen in hand. He takes a few notes, then learns over and hits play. The video of himself is disturbing, obviously. He is staring in the mirror at his own naked body, thankfully cut off at the hips.. He flexes his biceps repeatedly and begins chanting, "You are my good, obedient girl.. You trust me with all your heart.. You know that I want what's best for you.. I am your loving master.. You are my good and obedient girl.." and that goes on for about five minutes until he looks up from his notepad and nonchalantly suggests, "you may begin masturbating now". It's too much, and in one horrible tiny moment I laugh out loud.. His head whips up and his eyes burn into me, without skipping a beat I start making circular motions with my hand under the blanket and save my betrayal by mumbling, "ha.. so ticklish there.." He states at me dubiously for a few seconds, then writes in his notebook while his video of himself is still chanting and flexing... about a minute later, he looked up from his notes and as if repeating a soothing mantra says, "alllways edging, nevvvver cuming". I find this equally hilarious, and using one hand to continue beating the blanket to make it look like im touching myself, I have to use the other hand to punch my own arm to keep from bursting out into laughter. It is not easy. Every two minutes he announces, "always edging. Never cuming." Very slowly and calmly. This goes on for about 30 minutes, and he says, "You must be getting very hungry." He reaches into a giant bag of macadamia nuts and pours a handful in front of my mouth. "Eat your treat my obedient girl". I want to accidentally bite his fingers, as I eat from his wrinkled old hand. He watches me with such admiration and love and I wonder what's gone so very wrong in his life to bring him to this. The tape goes on for one and a half hours... it feels like years, and at a couple points I start falling asleep, but must stay vigilant! When it finally ends, he has a new idea. "Suzette, every time you turn a doorknob, you will remember how it feels to be on the edge of climax. As soon as you are alone, you will be overcome by an immediate need to masturbate but you will never be able to reach orgasm and you will hear my voice in your head reminding you, "always edging, never cuming". Do you understand?" I bite back a smile, this guy is fucked up behind my analytics and is simply amusing. "Uuhhhhh-huhhhhh" He brings me out of "hypnosis" and immediately wants to try out his new trick. He had me get dressed again and sitback on the couch as if nothing had happened. "Suzette, why don't you take a bathroom break? Come right back." I smile brightly, dumb and sweet. "Oh, yes, I was just thinking I could use the restroom, I'll be right back!" I walk to the door, reach for the doorknob, completely aware of him watching expectantly. I teach slowly for the doorknob, and turn it. I pause. I play with the doorknob, turning it, letting it go, turning it again.. He clears his throat, "Ehem.. Suzette, are you feeling alright? You seem to really enjoy turning that doorknob..?" I don't turn around. I keep him in suspense. I turn it again, soooooooo slowly, pause, and run to the bathroom. Im surprised he doesn't follow me. I hide in the bathroom stall, hopeful but not totally convinced that there aren't spying cameras in there.. I can't help but silently laugh til myself until my eyes water. I need to be serious, and that's always when it's funniest! I connect myself in front of the very bathroom mirror he recorded his videos in front of.. To what end is this leading, I wonder..
  I return to the office and sit politely. "So, did anything strange happen just then? You seem flustered... bothered somehow???" He leads me. I don't take it. I'm polite. "I'm fine, thank you. How are you?" He doesn't even answer, he immediately pulls out his watch and sends me back into "a light hypnosis in which you are still able to communicate clearly". He had a very specific goal in mind. "Suzette. Say yes if you can hear my voice." I hesitate and he asks again, at which point I eek out a mild little "yes". "Suzette. Describe to me how you felt physically when you turned the doorknob.." I really don't even feel comfortable making this up, funny though it may be, I do feel like im encouraging him down a very disturbing path. "Mmmmmmm...." that's all I say. Which is very funny to me, but not good enough for him. "Suzette, use your words to describe to me the sensations in your body when you touched the doorknob." Finnneeee.... "Very good." To be honest, I never was a dirty talker, and it's just too awkward too even make something up for him even though that's very obviously what he wants to hear. He pushes on, "Where specifically did it feel very good?" I hesitated. "It felt like almost having an orgasm, but something stopped me.." He stops writing and very seriously, asks, "Its because you can't cum without your loving masters approval, isn't it?" Gross, but I mumble "mmhmmm.." He smiles "lovingly" and says, "Don't worry my obedient girl, soon I will let you cum, but your training has just begun. If you are a very good girl you will cum often for your loving master." And he looks so at peace with himself that it annoys me deeply. Then he reaches for a handful of macadamia nuts and shoves his hand against my lips, "eat your treat my obedient girl". I do, but I am hating macadamia nuts right about now.. He brings me out of hypnosis, tells ne we've had a very good session today, hands me $700 and I'm on my way.
  More tomorrow, I'm feeling verrrrryyyy sleeeeepppyyy...