Author's Note:
This is NOT the kind of Part 4 that is designed to stand alone. You will be very lost without having read the first three parts.
As with Part 3, this part alternates between Devyn's and Vivian's point of view and narrative voice. All the first-person perspective is Devyn and all the third person is Vivian.
I'll share answers to some recurring questions from readers in the comments section. I love hearing everybody's thoughts, feedback and criticism. Thanks to everybody who has taken the time to reach out to me! Please keep it up!
Many thanks to EGRI for helping point out my egregious typos and misspellings.
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"Relax. Breathe in, slow and steady. Feel the freshness of the air fill your lungs, flow through your bloodstream and disperse all across your body. Hold it inside yourself - one... two... three... and let it out - one... two three... Feel all your cares and concerns exhale from your body, leaving you empty and content..."
Binaural beats hummed pleasantly though my mind from the big headphones that surrounded my ears completely. Blindfolded and laying back, the sounds made me feel nicely swimmy, like I was floating in the middle of a warm lake looking up into a deep night sky. The rhythm of the beats and Malcolm's calm, steady voice drifted between my ears without any of the words really sticking. They just kind of glided through me, like the ending credits of a movie drifting down across the screen. The general tone seemed to absorb into my understanding, but for the life of me, I could never remember any of his words afterwards.
"... Keep breathing, slow and steady.
"In - one... two... three...
"Hold it...
"And out - one... two... three...
"It's so relaxing to just lay back and breathe. It feels so warm and comfortable and safe..."
Falling into trance is different than falling into subspace, even if they might sound like similar destinations. Falling into trance is almost like putting part of yourself to sleep. It's like, while reading a book, you start out seeing letters and words on a page. Then you sink into the experience, and that part of your mind goes into autopilot. You stop really seeing the page in front of your eyes and instead are filled with images from the story.
"... Focus on your body and how it feels. Right now, it's calm and relaxed, but awake. It would feel even more relaxing to put it to sleep for a little bit.
"Feel my hands glide across your body. Everywhere I touch becomes warm and heavy. So heavy, it would take so much effort to move. It feels wonderful to let go..."
In the real world, Malcolm massaged my right foot, hands slick with the warm oils he used to make me feel spectacular. He was listening to his hypnotic recording in synch with me so he could provide these effects. It helped me drop, but once I was down in trance, he would stop and let his voice do the work. Strong and firm yet at the same time gentle and smooth, his hands on my body matched his voice in my head perfectly, making me shiver with pleasure and contentment. He moved up my legs slowly, spreading oil and warm relaxation wherever he went. My calves, around my knees and slowly up my thighs.
My legs felt like lead. Totally impossible to move, and even if I could, I had no desire to. They were so pleasantly calm now, why do anything? As I floated on my lake lazily looking up into infinity, I imagined them slipping beneath the surface, bathing in the warm water. My arms slowly followed, then my core, chest and shoulders, slipping under the surface into uncaring relaxed pleasure.
Then the experience shifted. His voice seemed to come from all around me at once, feeling more firm and authoritative.
"... Now,
Drop
.
"Your mind follows your body,
Dropping
down into stillness and calm.
"It feels so good to
Drop
, to slowly fall down and down, spiraling slowly away from everything, following the sound of my voice and giving up everything else..."
The word '
Drop'
had a triggering effect trained into me from weeks of these sessions. Every time Malcolm's voice put it into my mind, I felt myself take a mental step downwards, following my body deep underwater, all my own thoughts quieting to nothing and replaced by Malcolm's voice.
There's no real threshold into trance. Because of its nature, I've never really realized when I'm arriving there. My mind wanders away from myself to be picked up by Malcolm, and eventually it dawns on me that I've been in trance for a while.
That's where the fun happens. The last whispers of my own thoughts faded completely, and I drifted in the current of his voice, totally under its control, feeling safe and supported by it. I'm not sure how long we floated together like that, dancing as hypnotic puppet master and happily strung up marionet. Maybe minutes? Hours? It didn't occur to me to wonder until afterwards.
Eventually, faint giggles tickled at the corners of my awareness, softly enough to maybe be imaginary. They wove into the rhythm of Malcolm's voice, seeming to come from different directions, confusing my already very muddled sense of space.
"... Realize that we're not alone. I've brought two of my friends to play with you today..."
They were real! Two beautiful, ruggedly toned, mischievously smiling women cuddled into me. One of the dangers of having a Dom who's been my best friend and confidant since high school is that he knows exactly how to push my buttons. I took them in and felt myself respond, little embers of light awakening deep within me.
"... Makes you
Smolder
, knowing that they're here at my command, imagining what I'll make them do to you..." Malcolm's voice all around me.
"I think she likes you," whispering one ear.
"I like her too. It's a shame we have to share her," whispering in the other.
"... Tracing their fingers over your skin, along your collar and neck, nibbling your ears, making you
Tingle
and
Smolder
..."
The embers of desire grew inside me as Malcolm's trigger laced voice and my two new lovers surrounded me.
Tingle
made me feel little teasing ripples of pleasure and anything to do with heat or light raised my arousal. I squirmed, quivering as they sent tantalizing pleasure through my core, tracing my abs, dancing across my thighs, kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobes.
"She liked that!"
"Do it again, her whimpers are so cute."
They dragged it out for what felt like hours, feeding fuel to my lust's flames. Once started, then never let up.
"... Wrapping you up in the heat of their bodies, legs entwined with yours, soft breasts and hard nipples pressing into you.
"Their fingers softly circling your breasts, making your chest
