Damian sat in the armchair silently watching Catalina sleep. His mind pondered the day's events as the room darkened with the coming evening. Standing, crossing quietly to the edge of the bed, He gazed down at the peaceful face of His slave, a sharp contrast to the tortured one He had witnessed earlier. Then, her face had been a mask of terror and pain, and much to Damian's surprise, He found He was excited by it. To be truthful to Himself though, it was more the power He realised He had over her that excited Him, not her torment.
For some months now, Damian had been studying the art of hypnosis under the guidance of a trained professional He had met during a lifestyle social event. It was a subject that had fascinated Him since childhood, and on being offered the opportunity to be trained by someone so skilled and respected, Damian found He could not refuse. Initially He was unsure of exactly how He would use His skill in relation to His slave, knowing, yet never fully realising the power it would afford Him. Over time He developed vague ideas, which began to formulate into well-honed plans as His skills and confidence developed. Today He had at last begun to realise how endless the possibilities were, how powerful a Master He could become to His slave, and with that realisation came a rush of adrenalin unlike any He had ever experienced in His life.
Reaching for the bedside lamp, Damian flicked the switch. The glow from it's shade bathed Catalina's face in soft light as Damian lowered himself gently to sit on the side of the bed, taking care not to disturb her rest. Tentatively, He used His hand to gently turn her face so the light could catch the side of her face where a faint bruise could be seen. Catalina moaned softly in her sleep and instinctively rubbed her face against her Master's loving fingers. He stroked the bruised cheek and vowed, although this once He had enjoyed watching His slave slapped across the face, He would never again allow someone to hurt her in such a way, nor would He be so irresponsible as to again risk damaging her face. Slipping the sheet from her body, gently lifting it away from her skin, He observed the marks on her limbs, the bruising and swelling, the evidence of her ordeal. His mind wandered back over the preceding weeks, the first experiments He performed on His slave, testing His skills, and her susceptibility to His hypnosis of her.
After a series of successful minor preliminary tests on Catalina, the first serious experiment had been designed for His pleasure alone, then tested in the company of others. He had hypnotised her, giving her a post hypnotic suggestion, then waited a day to test its effectiveness. That evening as they sat listening to music, His arms around His slave, her head resting on His chest peacefully, He had waited. While she had prepared dinner earlier, He had programmed the memory of the stereo, anticipating the evening, setting the stage for Catalina to unwittingly prove whether He had been successful at gaining control of her mind, or not. He found the waiting unbearable, cursing Himself inwardly for putting on so many songs before the ones that would change their lives forever.
As the first notes of George Michael's 'Jesus To A Child' began, Catalina rose from her Master's arms to stand before Him and seductively dance, as He had wanted her to. She had always found it so difficult, her self-consciousness overcoming her desire to please every time. No matter how hard she tried to erase the negative messages from her past, and all the hold they had over who she was and how she saw herself, she could not push away the barriers in her mind. This time there was no sign of embarrassment or hesitation as she danced for her Master, seducing Him with eyes never wavering from His. The words of the song were expressed for Him in her body movements, her face, her gaze, as she slowly removed what little clothing she wore, and masturbated in front of Him for His pleasure, dancing throughout.
Damian could not believe how easily she had succumbed to His suggestion, her body at one with the music, enticing Him, showing Him all she was feeling. But Damian knew this was just the first stage of His suggestion, and He was finding it difficult to wait to see if His power continued to rule her senses, to have her perform stage two. His anticipation was almost beyond control as the closing bars of the song faded, and were replaced by the sensuous, breathless tones of Darren Hayes 'Insatiable', the song Damian knew always made His slave feel a range of deep emotions, not least of all love, wanton desire, and definitely insatiable. He watched as her movements changed, the pleasure visible on her face, the wetness from her cunt beginning to trickle down her thighs, her face incapable of masking the desire that was burning inside her.
By the time the chorus had begun, Catalina was on her knees begging for her Master's cock, begging Him to allow her to pleasure Him. Leaning back, He unzipped His trousers and slipped them off. Catalina needed no invitation as she sank between His thighs and opening her lips, slid her mouth hungrily over His throbbing erection, sliding down until her lips were kissing His crotch, His thick cock buried deep in her throat. He groaned aloud at the pleasure she gave, the heat of her mouth, it's slippery wetness, her hands caressing His balls, her little whimpers of undeniable need escaping to vibrate her throat against His cock, her breasts full, nipples erect, pressing into His legs as she leant against Him. She seemed to be trying to meld her body to His, become a part of Him. He could no longer resist the urge to take her as she was clearly wanting, her body showing Him in every possible way that she needed Him inside her.
