He wants to play hypnosis again. I smile and politely decline. Truthfully it’s awkward. He’s too old for a babysitter, almost twenty now and yet his parents hire me when they go out of town. The money is good and all I have to do is make sure he doesn’t have any parties. I can do my college homework and make some spending money.

He asked again a few hours later. He always wants to play this. I guess it’s a game of some kind. I’ve never agreed to it so I don’t know really. He just constantly asks if he can hypnotize me.

Every time I’m here.

“No I don’t really want to,” I said looking up from my calculus workbook.

“You always love it,” he said.

“I’ve never played.”

He smiled, “Oh, you always play.”

Setting a metronome down on the table he starts it ticking. My eyes follow the arm. It looks familiar and I get a strange sense of deja vu. As if I have sat there before watching it. Tick and tick. Tock and tock. Back and forth.

“I always play,” I repeated him. It felt good to agree then, as the metronome’s arm swung back and forth. It felt good to just relax and watch it.

My pencil dropped to the floor. I didn’t pick it up. The arm swung.

“Let’s play slave and master,” he said.

“Yes,” I agreed as I relaxed. It was good to agree with my Master. Good to sink for him again. I always loved playing hypnosis.

He smiled and said, “First slave needs to strip naked now.”

Of course. How could be a slave with clothes on. Naked I could relax more and obey better.

Naked I could be his slave again.

I’ve (probably) said it before, and I’ll say it again. @hypnoswriter is on top of their game.