Rebecca took a seat by a window at the cafe so she could see him approach as soon as possible. The fabric of her skirt pressing against her as she sat down reminded her that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She squeezed her thighs together in excitement. He had suggested it might be a lot of fun for her to have a slutty little secret that she didn’t need to share with anyone. Glancing both ways down the street outside one more time, she pulled out her phone and began to type.
Just sat down. I’m by the window. Took your advice ;)
Rebecca couldn’t quite believe that she had gone along with it now that she thought about it. But that always seemed to be how it went with them. It always felt so natural in the moment to talk to him and listen, and he always had the best ideas and they made such sense. And then afterward…it was so odd. She still agreed with everything he had told her but…She just knew she wouldn’t recognize the woman she had become from just a few months ago. Her phone buzzed.
Rebecca felt a moan rise up from her throat that she fortunately managed to keep only barely audible. It’s just coffee, she reminded herself as her mind started to get ahead of itself. He’s just being kind.
It had been a week or two ago that he had helped her discover how much she enjoyed being spoken to like that. Like someone who just wanted to please. Discovered how much it excited her. He’d suggested that she might be looking for someone who could treat her the way she needed to be treated. And although he’d be happy to praise her for doing as she was told, it might make her really hot. She might start associating that excitement with him. He’d been right.
The dreams had gotten more intense the last few nights, just like he said they might. The details were always quite hazy by the time she was fully awake, but the feelings lingered with her all morning. Rebecca knew that they all centered around him. Around her getting to serve him and please him. Listening to his commands. Being helpless to resist his touch…his voice…his control…his co-
Lost in her daydream, Rebecca hadn’t even noticed him walk in. He sat down across from her with a grin and a wave. “Whatever you are focused on, it looks quite enjoyable.”
She blushed, letting her gaze linger on him for a moment before shifting her eyes down coyly. Just coffee she repeated. “Wha-what makes you say that?”
“The dreamy smile on your face. I bet it’s those dreams you have been having. I told you they were just going to get more intense. That reminds me. I suspect if that association keeps growing in your mind, the effects are going to become even more pronounced. You might notice even more powerful responses around me.”
Rebecca tensed. “Is that okay? I mean, would it be? That is, do you…um..” she took a breath to compose herself. Something about that possibility set something off in her mind…and between her legs. She started again: “What do you mean, ‘more pronounced’?“
He chuckled softly. The rich sound plucked something inside of her, set it vibrating. Rebecca felt so small in that moment.
“I suspect even conversations like this one might start to effect you. You don’t need to concern yourself if they do.” Rebecca relaxed visibly at his words. “But you might notice that it’s really easy to just listen to me sometimes. You might notice that you don’t need to speak or even think when I’m telling you certain things. Or when I’m explaining them in a certain way. You might even find that you don’t remember conversations we have sometimes. That large parts of it are just absent from your mind. You won’t worry about that either though. You can just let it happen. You might even let it happen now…”
Rebecca gazed down into the empty mug in front of her. She blinked slowly noticing how groggy she felt. Shaking her head, she looked up to him as he put his jacket on to leave. “We’ll do this again soon,” he said, standing.
“But we just…” Rebecca mumbled. They had finished their drinks. She didn’t remember ordering, or when they came, or what they talked about. She was starting to feel anxious when she remembered that he had told her she wouldn’t worry about it. And he was right. Rebecca knew they had a lovely chat and they’d meet up again soon. She waved goodbye as he headed out the door.
She sat for a long moment, putting her head back together….waiting…At some point her phone buzzed again. She looked down at the message from him, her eyes scanning the contents, but he had told her that she didn’t need to think about what it said, she could just do as she was told.
And, again, he was right.
