The blind date had been going well. He was charming, funny and handsome. He was a bit cagey about his job, describing himself as a performer, but he seemed to be stable and have enough money to pay for dinner and a drink later. He was charming and walked me to my front door. 

We kissed, but I didn’t want to invite him in. The divorce with my husband was just finalized and I didn’t want to rush into anything.

“You have very nice eyes,” he said, making me blush. I noticed that he seemed to be swaying slightly from foot to foot. Left to right. I looked into his eyes, deep and blue. Like deep pools of water to dive into. He swayed left to right, just enough.

“Thanks,” I said, “I’d invite you in but I don’t think…”

“Don’t think,” he said cutting me off. Swaying.

“I don’t think…”

“Don’t think,” he repeated, saying it forcefully like a command. I blinked, frustrated at not being allowed to complete my sentence. I opened my mouth to try a third time but this time he cut me off before any words left my mouth.

“Don’t think.”

I blinked in surprise, his blue eyes swaying. Deep, back and forth. I opened my mouth again but once more he said forcefully, “Don’t think.”

I was silent and then he repeated himself, “Don’t think.”

This time as he said it he nodded, and looking into his eyes I nodded to so that I could keep looking into his deep blue eyes. He kept repeating it, that phrase and nodding and I’d nod too agreeing. Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think.

I stopped thinking and just stood there, swaying with him looking into his deep blue eyes.

“Now when I snap my fingers you will invite me into your home, not thinking about it just doing it. When we’re inside you will remove your dress and bra and sit down. It will feel good to do this without thinking. It will feel good to obey,” he said. I nodded as he nodded, agreeing without thinking.

He snapped his fingers.

“Please come in,” I said and opened the door. We stepped in and without knowing why I took my dress off letting it fall to the floor. He guided me to a chair and I sat down. Feeling oddly detached from my body.

He smiled, “You are lovely. I’m glad you will be mine now.”

I shook my head, feeling something was wrong. I opened my mouth to protest and he interrupted me once more.

“Don’t think.”