"Inescapable allure, powerful attraction."
He swore he was looking at some kind of typist or piano-playing movement, as the sequence seemed really specific. Her index and ring finger made the loudest taps, and her pinky was the quietest. The speed remained the same for the duration, and once he thought he recognized the pattern, he could anticipate a loud tap, a medium tap, and a light one from the pinky. Will tried following as he heard, light-medium-loud-medium-light-medium-light-light-loud-loud-loud-medium-loud in a continuous loop. His peripheral vision caught the sight of how at ease Lydia looked, and his subconscious started to believe her tapping could affect him as well, so it made sense to him to let his body recline a little bit to match hers. Resting against the chair's tall back gave him a comfortable view of shiny red nails as their rhythm filled his ears. While following, Will loved the portion the three loud taps made, and his mind eventually gave up mapping out the whole beat in exchange for waiting for those consecutive taps to ring out. He couldn't see Lydia's eyes half-open, observing her captive guest, learning his reaction to the rhythm. Once she knew what he reacted to the best, he heard a combination of loud taps more frequently until they drowned out the light and medium and settled his mind into listlessness.
"Trapped and shaped by your feminine charms."
"Hopelessly receptive to all of you."
The loud tapping didn't stop as she finally started speaking to Will again, telling him how good she felt from listening, how relaxed he looked, and suggested how relaxed he was. His relaxation became tied to not just her tapping but her voice as well. She tapped for another ten minutes, ensuring him that just the sound of her voice would make him feel as good as the taps, and that his mind would still be ringing with that sound while she spoke. As long as her own voice made him feel good, it wasn't totally necessary, but Lydia didn't want to take any chances; Will was also the first subject she wanted to drop to a very deep trance in their first session.
"Following every delicate move Lydia makes."
"Accepting every word like they are my own thoughts."
Will felt lost and blissed out as his eyes closed, exposed to the last bit of red, sun-kissed shining nails before his lids couldn't be bothered to stay open any longer. Elation covered his body the more Lydia spoke. Her words kept up the beat in his head, and every question answered meant a fresh wave of bliss over him. He was asked about his work, his family and life, his experience with women and particularly his fiancée. It pleased him to hear Lydia's voice regarding his answers with approval. Being told that he could trust her with this information and that his trust of her would grow with every answer given only made him more happy to be as honest as possible. The questions about his fiancée grew stranger to him, but it was harder to care about the details and just answer as asked, especially how her voice changed from conversationally compelling to bedroom sultry. Hearing about the kind of man he was, the shameless flirt Edie was, and how he was unaware of Edie's cheating was of great interest to her.
"In awe of your presence."
"Lydia's words melt my thoughts."
Control of his desire was most arousing to him. She knew her questions about Edie might arouse suspicion in her new submissive, so she meant to arouse his senses more so, lacing her relationship questions with affirming questions about how good it felt to listen, to answer honestly, to please Lydia. She used that first meeting to begin to place his subconscious in favor of Lydia, on a deeper level than what Edie reached. There was love there, but she started to undo or overshadow it with hints and promises of primal urges possibly fulfilled from obedience. Conscious mistrust and fading desire of Edie would begin forming from their first session, eventually ending with Will breaking it off; Lydia would subconsciously fill that void over time. Learning that he loved to hear praise and direction from a woman, she sincerely promised to give him more praise and satisfaction than he could stand at any one point. She demonstrated it the first time by programming deeper arousal from one word, and repeating "submit" over and over and over. Will edged on his orgasm for nearly a minute before she calmed him back down to the more sleepy state he began in. Lydia silently left him there as she let her own arousal subside. Taking a subject out of revenge so aggressively, so surreptitiously set her off so deeply, she wouldn't have been surprised if she just had the most clandestine orgasm in history.
"Submitting to Lydia feels right."
"Satisfying Lydia is almost addictive."
Lydia came back to laying on the table, awash in arousal and beatitude. She might've had another stealth orgasm from drifting off to that memory, before she took stock of where she stood now. She was getting a massage from the young stud whose mind and words were filled with acknowledging the pleasure she deserved and power she had, using those sincere, slightly coached words to manipulate her cheating ex. There was a chance those words were affecting her, making her the dominant, uninhibited woman she fantasized about, helping to strengthen his own manipulation. There was no question about orgasming now as she came easily on that table. She could feel the towel beneath her absorbing some of her fluids.
Ronald looked blissed out and happier than any man in the presence of his ex paying hefty alimony would. Lethargic posture, somewhat limp appendages, soaking up influences that left him grinning. He always found that chair relaxing, but it looked like he might slip out of it before long. Even after half a year, her nails worked wonders on opening his subconscious up, while Will's whispers crossed over into his mind, imprinting similar thoughts deep inside him. His thoughts of Lydia became nearly crossed the point of reverence, but she wasn't interested in 'nearly'.
"Stretch your hand out, Ronald," he heard a familiar voice utter.
Like always, he was inclined to do as asked. With his hand stretched out toward Lydia, he was rewarded by that tapping against his skin. A numbing pleasure shot from that hand and through his whole body, and his torso rested against his thighs.
"Sit up and relax yourself Ronald." He moved at a snail's pace to shift is body upward, but finally made it.
"It's been so long since you've been in this state, I was almost worried when you didn't automatically start to fade away. I shouldn't have underestimated myself though; a handful of trances and sometimes months apart, but these little beauties always did the trick," she said as she brought her nails back to her face to kiss, and then wiggle them tauntingly back in his direction.
"This was almost as thrilling as the first time I took you, looking laser focused on your work. You looked so adorable like that, that I wondered if I could subtly break your concentration. You thought I just decided to do a crossword puzzle near you just because, but that tapping was very intentional. You only registered that I was tapping, and then slowly how you lost some of that concentration. Oh how sleepy you seemed to get. Once I knew you were affected, I started tapping and speaking suggestively, and you never knew what hit you in the end. I spend a few hours in that head, just to make sure I had an open channel, and you woke up thinking you only dozed off for a few seconds."
She looked at him pensively.
"I truly wonder if I held back too much. Maybe I should've been more insistent with your mind, installing an extra layer of security to help you stick to your marital vows. I truly loved you once, like no other man before you."
The longer she looked at him, the more the reason for the divorce came with it.
"But then again, I shouldn't have had to. You wouldn't believe what I could've done to you, to many of my patients if I really wanted to, but never did. Somewhere along the line, my love and support wasn't enough for you. On more than one occasion at that."
She kept the venom she wanted to spew in check, to not spoil the mood and interfere with her plan.
"I would've done anything for you. Maybe we would've both naturally drifted apart, but you violated my trust in a way I couldn't forgive. So now, you'll do anything for me, beyond the vow you couldn't abide by. And whether you get to enjoy it or not, is all up to me."
Lydia spoke darkly to him, realizing there were no definite plans for Ronald. When inspiration struck, she would strike him. She couldn't imagine herself being ultimately evil with him when the time came, but it would be fun to explore his perspective of what was evil.
"And maybe not just his either," she spoke to herself.
Using the hand closest to Will, she trailed her nails up his chest, teasing his nipples a bit before lightly scratching his ear, and then squeezing it. Pulling him from that lobe, his half-shut eyes opened more as he saw her beautiful face.
"Help me flip over Will; you get to finish me off with your mouth today."
Her slave brightened as he helped her comfortably shift to lay her back on the table.
