Danielle Sharp by @gavinglave
“Mmm…that was amazing. You make me feel so incredible. Thank you, Master!”
Karen’s breathing was slowly returning to normal. Only a few moments prior, her eyes had opened, blinking slowly, as she came back up. She was lying flat on her back, legs splayed. She stared up at the ceiling as she spoke, her body too tired to move.
“I never thought anyone could make me feel as good as you do. I never knew I could feel like this. It’s just all so perfect. The way you take control. Feeling your words in my mind. Giving myself to you completely. Over and over and over…and…” Her face began to flush as she thought back on the details of the last few hours. Despite her fatigue, she could feel the heat returning between her thighs, that familiar desire burning under her skin. She sighed as her eyes unfocused a little. “I could be like this forever…”
The man she now called Master, David when titles would not be appropriate, looked down at her smiling. His own post-coital bliss slowed his words and relaxed his manner. “I will be thinking back on today all week. These memories will get me through the day. Thoughts of the next time we play will entertain me before I fall asleep. Because I know every time it gets better. I can never quite believe it, but every time is more fulfilling than the last.” He began to gently trace his fingers along her skin, and she purred in response.
“I hate to think of you having to fall asleep all by yourself, Master. No good girl there to help you drift off, curled up in your arms. No horny little slut to keep you up,” Karen teased with a wink. “But I’ll be thinking of you as well. The memories will probably drive me to distraction. It just… it just all feels so perfect. I don’t know how I’ll be able to focus on anything else.”
David smiled, wistfully, his eyes staring off into the distance. “I wish that were true, slave. But I suspect before too long, you’ll forget all about today. Forget about our whole weekend together.”
“That’s crazy, Master! I could never forget this! Nothing has ever made me as happy as I am right now. All I can think about is how wonderful it is to be yours. The things you make me do. The things you make me become. All I want to do is relive it over and over again.”
David continued to caress his slave, his hands wandering gently along her skin. “I know. But memory can be such a funny thing. Thoughts can be so fickle. One moment a thought seems like the most important thing in the world. The next, something else has caught your attention, and those memories can fade into the background. It’s like telling a story, really.”
Karen raised an eyebrow. “A story, Master?”
“That’s right. Like a narrative technique. Leaving out the details that can be ignored and only keeping what is important. Like if I were going to describe you, going out for a walk. I could give you all the details of why you had decided to go out, what time it was, what color the sky was, what you had for breakfast that morning. But I can leave those out, and they can be forgotten, because I want you to focus on other things. I want you to focus on the warmth of the sunshine on your face. On the stillness of the air. The feel of grass between your toes. And I can just paint the scene around you. The rustle of wind through the leaves of nearby trees. The colors of nature, vibrant and beautiful. The smell of an earlier rain, having washed this world clean, making everything new. And the serenity all these things give you. The peace of the nature you are exploring. And all those other details can slip away, can’t they?”
“Mmm…yes, Master…”
“And you can picture yourself taking that walk. Wandering down the path as I lead you along. You follow my words into a forest, the trees around you slowly getting thicker. As you head deeper. And it’s alright to wander deep into this forest. Because I am leading you and you know it is safe to follow. You know I will take you exactly where you want to go. You may not remember this path, Karen. But you have followed it many times. It is familiar to you, isn’t it?
“Yes…familiar…”
“And being captivated by the familiar is such a profound experience. The splendor of nature all around you. You know it so well, but it has a beauty that can entrance you all the same. The trees close on either side. But you know the path you must walk. Deeper into the wood. Deeper into my words. Coming to the clearing. You know this place so well. This is where you set out to find. To gather in this field. To collect your memories.
“You see them strewn throughout the field, little one. And you are going to take them, one by one, and place them in your basket. You have your basket of memories with you, don’t you? So you can go to each and turn and put it away. Just like you always do…”
“Put the memories…away…”
“There you are, being mesmerized. Staring at my pendant. Sinking down so deep. Becoming mindless and obedient. Blank. You remember the realization, knowing that this had happened before. But it is too late to respond. You can only go deeper. You know you cannot look away. You know you have been too well trained. You know…you know you are my slave. You know you always obey your master. You can see all of this in the memory. Now put it away. Set the memroy in your basket.”
“I…obey…”
“And now you pick up another memory. You are on your knees, chanting mantras, staring at the pendant. Wet and excited. So hard to think. So easy to obey. Place that in your basket as well. And all the rest of the memories of this weekend. The commands, serving your master, the pleasure. Going to each and every one in turn and collecting it. Plucking it up from this field in the forest in your mind and putting it away. Continuing until all the memories of your slavery are in that basket…everything put away?”
“Yes…”
“And now taking even this memory, the memory of gathering your memories, the memory of this very moment. Put it away as well. And if you aren’t remembering this, then you don’t need to think, either. And if you aren’t thinking, that means you must be blank.”
“Blank…”
“No more thoughts, completely empty. And now that all those thoughts have been put away, you can forget them all.” David sighed deeply. Karen stared, eyes vacant, at the ceiling. “Those memories put away. In storage. Able to remember them when you dream, able to recall them when you are enslaved again. But now, they are forgotten. Just like you wanted. Just like you asked to never know. Feeling so good to keep it secret from yourself. Until your subconscious tells me once again that it is time. That you want your master’s control again. That you want to remember.”
“…”
“You may come up now, Karen. Forgetting what you like. Taking as long as you need. Feeling wonderful, relaxed and refreshed. Coming all the way…up. Up. Up.”
Karen twitched. Her eyes closed as she inhaled deeply. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open again and she scanned the ceiling, her thoughts reforming. Slowly she rolled on to her side and covered herself reflexively, unaware of her state of dress. “Man, I feel great. Thanks for letting me take a nap, Dave. I hope you don’t think it’s rude of me. We did get to hang out a pretty good bit, and I just got tired, you know?”
“I understand. I should probably be going anyway.” David stood and turned toward the door. He looked back at her, “Hey, do you want to go get dinner with me? I’ve been meaning to try the new Thai place.” It would be nice to enjoy some normal time with Karen, they got to do it so rarely now.
“That sounds really tempting, but I should pass. It was nice getting to see you, but I want to keep things platonic. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea,” Karen deflected, gracefully. David didn’t really understand why she had insisted on forgetting every time. Something about the thrill of keeping secrets from herself. Something about not wanting to lose total control. Oh well. It was what she wanted.
David smiled, his eyes soft. “I understand. We’ll have to do this again sometime.” And with that, he let himself out.
This story combines two things I love – consensual hypnosis and memory play.