"You look stunning," I said.
Mina eyed me suspiciously. She was standing in front of the wardrobe in a little black dress that stopped mid-thigh, and a pair of low heels. Her dark hair was drawn back into a neat ponytail. I laid my hand on her shoulder and then casually traced down her back until my hand cupped her beautifully shaped and rounded rear. I let my hand linger, while I nuzzled her neck.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," she said, eyeing herself up in the mirror.
"Spending the evening at the ball?" I asked, "Or spending the evening in this dress?"
"Both."
I traced the outline of her bottom.
"Not the nice lace panties?" I enquired.
"No point," she replied grudgingly. "You'd just have them saturated anyway by the end of the night. The latex is more practical. And no, I can't believe I just said that like it was a reasonable thing."
"You really have a low opinion of me."
"Cam, I know you're planning something. Look at me. Look at what you made me wear. It's not like I have a choice in this."
Mina made a sweeping gesture at herself. I admired the front view in the mirror: her cleavage shaped by a sexy bustier under the dress so that the square-cut neck revealed twin mounds of soft flesh with a pronounced valley of cleavage between. Elevated by three-inch heels, her calves were taut and shapely, leading up to smooth golden thighs.
Mina had appeared to choose each item of clothing herself, but in reality she was only able to follow the instructions buried in her mind. I had delicately erased her free will in her clothing selection.
"You're quite a sight," I conceded. I turned her to face me and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I'm going to need to have my way with you tonight. And I'm going to let you orgasm," I said, "If I think you've earned it."
Mina shot me a dirty look. "Oh, I reckon I'll have earned it alright, by the time you're done with torturing me."
"How long has it been now?" I asked, my tone conversational, "To be honest, I've kinda lost count."
"Thirteen days," Mina replied firmly.
I slid my thumb down the black fabric wrapped snugly over my girlfriend's toned body, stopping when I felt the firmness of her pubic bone.
"That's a long time. I hope this still works," I said, my thumb applying a slight pressure.
"Oh, it still works," Mina said, pulling away towards the bathroom. "I just want to know what it is you have planned," she called over her shoulder.
I followed her into the bathroom and watched her sort through her make-up. She applied eye-liner carefully, watching every movement in the bathroom mirror.
"I know the ball isn't what you'd have chosen to do tonight," I said, "But it's important to show up, work-wise. Plus, it's raising money for breast cancer."
"Just so long as you don't maroon me next to your bloody boss."
"I wouldn't."
"You did. Last time. He was having the time of his life chatting me up."
"He does like to talk."
Mina eyed me critically in the mirror, beginning to apply blusher to her cheeks.
"Yeah, and it does you no harm at all having a boss knowing how hot your girlfriend is," she replied, caustically.
"I promise, you're all mine tonight."
"Cam, I'm all yours every night."
Mina selected a tube of bright red lipstick.
"That's not your usual colour," I interjected.
Mina frowned, looking at it. "I suppose not. I don't even remember when I bought it."
She uncapped the little silver tube and began to apply the bright coating to her lips. I watched intently.
When she was done she puckered her lips, buffing them against each other.
"Bastard," she breathed.
She could see me grinning behind her, in the mirror.
"Like it?"
Her tongue darted out of her mouth, and she ran it gingerly along her lips. Her eyes closed and she let out a little sigh.
"How long does it go for?" she asked, at last.
"Just while you're applying the lipstick," I replied, "And then as you feel the lipstick on your lips for a while after. How does it feel?"
"Like I just put lipstick on my labia."
"That must feel pretty hot."
"No shit."
She screwed the lipstick back down into its silver tube and capped it. I held her purse open. She made a face at me, but then relented and dropped it in.
"Ready?" I asked.
"I'm very ready," she replied, looking at me meaningfully, and walked past me out of the bathroom.
At the front door, I stopped her.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," I said, "It's a two-parter."
Mina's eyes narrowed, "How?" she asked.
"It's no fun if you only do it once, and now you know the trick...."
"Just tell me."
"If I say fix your lipstick, you'll have to go through the entire process again. Wherever you are when I tell you."
Mina's expression changed to one of disgust.
"Shall we get going?"
Mina shook her head, and said, "No. Give me a minute."
"We'll be late," I cautioned.
"You should have thought of that. I need to go fix my lipstick."
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We took a cab to the venue. To tell the truth, I was really only there because my boss had insisted. Mina in a little black dress, simmering slowly after a fortnight of denial, was more than enough to occupy my thoughts. We had been experimenting with the idea of post-hypnotic suggestions, after the initial revelations a few weeks ago. Walking hand in hand up to the venue, after the success of the lipstick command, I was dreaming up a few new curveballs.
"How did you do it?" Mina asked.
"That would be telling," I replied.
"Tell me."
I could see that she was frustrated. Mina's default position these days was frustration, in one way or another.
"If I told you I'd have to...."
Mina groaned. "You'd have to kill me, because it's a state secret."
I stopped then, and she looked at me.
"No, I was about to say, I'd have to wipe your memory."
"Hah, as if."
"Again."
Mina frowned this time. "What do you mean, again?"
I smiled benignly at her. "You already asked me all this in the cab, remember?"
"No. I do not."
"Exactly."
