That’s not a pipe, Mei reminded herself. Hallucinations were such a crazy thing to play with. She didn’t think she’d gotten the hang of not seeing what was there, but seeing what wasn’t she seemed to have down.
It just seemed so real to her, sitting there on the coffee table in their living room. She craned her neck around a little to see different angles. Even the way the light from afternoon sun streaming through the window caught it seemed completely authentic. But she knew there was nothing there. Her mind was damned impressive she realized with pride.
“Your mind is capable of so much more than anyone realizes,” Sir said, breaking the stillness of the room. Mei was never sure how he did that. Could he actually read her mind, or did he just put most of the thoughts there himself? “I can remember when you weren’t even sure you could be hypnotized. Then you weren’t sure you could feel things that weren’t there. Could you be frozen in place? Made to laugh or sing or bark on command? Could you ever turn off the voice in your head and just stop thinking for a while? We both now know you can do all those things. And it’s been such a joy to explore and push through each new frontier with you. And getting to see the enthusiasm and feel the trust you put in me each time has been wonderful.”
He stood next to her. His hand had been resting on her shoulder while she explored the imaginary object sitting in front of her. As he spoke, his hand moved to gently pet her. Protectively. Possessively. Mei looked up at him, grinning ear to ear. “This is so cool!” she gushed.
“Oh you have no idea,” he laughed. “Every time we push your mind a little farther, opening it up. Testing and expanding its limits. Letting me in a little deeper. Giving me a little more control. Sooner or later, your mind will just be mine, to play with and tease and pleasure however I like.”
“Mmm,” Mei purred nuzzling against his side. Whenever they played, no matter how innocent on the surface, she always found herself getting aroused. His patter just drew her attention to it. Her mind had been occupied conjuring and exploring the image of the pipe, but her body had been focused on just how hot it was that he could make her see whatever he wanted.
“Oh, I know you are looking forward to that, beautiful. You let me know every time we explore something new. Every time you prove to yourself just how capable you are in trance. And you are always so eager to thank me afterward. I’m sure, for example, that you have no problem failing to remember the last time we tried amnesia play. That would have been a rather unforgettable experience if you were allowed to have remembered it.”
“What?” Mei looked back up at him searching his face, trying to find a hint of sarcasm or honesty or...something. They had never done amnesia play, had they? Certainly it was on the list, and something she was eager to experience, but...That was the point, Mei supposed. She wasn’t supposed to remember. But it wouldn’t work that completely. There wasn’t a fog or a gap or some uncertainty. That just hadn’t happened. There wasn’t a trace of it in her head.
Seeing her inquisitive face, Sir’s face softened. “I told you your mind is capable of so much. Clay in my hands. Gradually I learn how to mold and shape and sculpt, but your potential is limitless. Because you have given me so much of your head already, to see just how much I can do with it. And together, we can do so much. We have done so much. You’ve probably even convinced yourself that pipe isn’t really there, haven’t you?”
Mei’s eyes darted down to the table as her jaw dropped. There the pipe sat. She reached out a hand as she looked back up at Sir, questioning. He smiled and nodded. Looking back down she poked the pipe with an outstretched finger. Solid, real, it gave in response to her small push. Mei picked it up, feeling its weight in her hand. Testing, she used it to push a bit of detritus which gave just as easily as the pipe had. Confused, Mei pulled the pipe close to her, cradling it in her arms. “But why? And why do you have a pipe?”
Mei found her hands empty once again, grasping at air. Her mouth hung open in disbelief. She stared at Sir. Her mind felt like it was racing, but her thoughts moved in slow motion. Where had the pipe gone? Had it been there at all? But how had it moved? What was real? She saw the look in Sir’s eyes and for an instant grasped the power she had given him. She felt powerless. She felt helpless. She felt...
She was! How had she not noticed before? No, she had noticed what she was wearing. Just a moment ago she had on a lovely light blue sundress. Was she still wearing it? She certainly felt very naked. Her eyes suddenly darted to the open window. “But, Sir,” Mei protested. “What if someone sees?”
“I’m not sure how you think they could have missed you.”
For a moment, Mei’s heart stopped. Were they throwing a party? The living room was full of friends and acquaintances. They were talking absentmindedly among themselves and they were, to a man, staring at Mei. Their eyes explored her body. She could feel every last pair. Totally exposed. She had never been more embarrassed. God, it made her so wet.
“And you are putting on quite the show.”
Apparently Mei’s hands were not grasping for a pipe that had never been there like she thought they had been. One of them was, in fact, frantically pumping in and out of her sopping wet pussy, several fingers disappearing with every thrust, while the other moved back and forth across her chest groping at her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Mei didn’t know if she had just cum or was about to cum, or if she just kept cumming. There was just the constant mind-numbing pleasure.
With some effort, she managed to get her eyes out of the top of her head and look, desperately, to Sir. “But, all these p-people.” The words were barely audible over her own panting and involuntary moans. She couldn’t imagine stopping. She didn’t even know if she wanted to. But this was humiliating, wasn’t it?
Sir looked Mei dead in the eyes and calmly told her: “There are no people.”
Empty. The room was completely empty. Mei hands still did not stop and she was making quite the mess on the towel that she realized had been placed underneath her. Despite the cascades of pleasure washing over her, she needed Sir inside her now. Struggling to articulate through her frantic groping and pleasure-addled brain, she looked at him, pleadingly. Her eyes struggled to focus. “Want...you...bed...please!”
“And where do you think you are?”
Mei was in bed. Sir sat next to her, naked, deftly using his fingers to heighten her arousal even more. For the first time in the last minute, a coherent thought ambled through Mei’s head. I don’t even know if I’m sitting, standing, or lying down. I don’t know what I’m doing or where I am. Is there any part of me that isn’t totally his? Any part that isn’t completely under his control? She felt — she knew — she was his.
And then that degree of self-reflection was washed away by another wave of pleasure. Her fingers were starting to get a little sore as she continued to edge and be edged.
“There is no edge.” It felt as though he were speaking directly into her mind now as the orgasm slammed into her. But...she was sitting calmly on the couch again, casually handling the pipe. Her dress and her demeanor showed no signs of her ravaging herself, the intensity of which she could still remember as if it had actually been happening a moment ago. Mei gathered her wits about her and playfully brandished the pipe at Sir. “Alright, I give up. Is this real or not?”
“There is no pipe,” he replied, grinning from ear to ear.
“Well, I don’t know about you,” Mei concluded, her hand closing around air. “But I think this experiment h—”
Sir interrupted: “There are no thoughts.“
“hasssss...” Mei trailed off. She sat, arm still raised, fingers curled around the pipe that wasn’t there. She stared, motionless and without thought.
