New Year's parties were going on all over the city, most of them at a constant volume worthy of a noise complaint to the police. It was no different at the party Mari and Will attended, at an acquaintance of an acquaintance's Manhattan penthouse. But comparatively, their party of two was the loudest in the city, permeated by screams silenced by suggestion. Will would have screamed if he could, many choice words born of frustration and begging, but it pleased Mari too much to watch her husband suppress himself.
"Mmmmmmm.....ughhhahhhhhh....M-Mari...pleasssse...."
On his knees, he stared up as she sat on the penthouse owner's guestroom.
"It pleases me when you ask, when you beg. And all you seem to know is pleasing me," Mari purred at him. Foot slipped out of the ankle boot, Mari's toes ran up and down his naked thigh, while the heat of her words traveling across the rest of him.
"Hurts...so bad...." he complained, eyes watering.
"Hurts so good..." she wheedled, enjoyed his capitulation to enjoying the suffering.
Married for two-and-a-half years, both were career execs who'd met on a business trip to her native Fiji. Will being a refreshingly-polite and courteous American outside of business meetings, they hit it off fairly quickly, and mutually decided not to wait too long to get married once things became serious. Both being busy and professionally-minded, both thought of ways to keep their marriage fresh and spontaneous; Will didn't know what to think when Mari not only suggested one kinky thing, but several of them, with hypnosis being the strangest of them all. That night, Will just knew to think very little, outside of what Mari told him.
"But how can you know so little? An educated, open-minded man like yourself should be filled with intelligent thoughts. But what happens when you're so open-minded, so absorbent that you let that one thought in that affects every other thought? Like an uninvited guest that everyone else has their eye on?"
Glassy green eyes looked up at her brown ones, loving how the outside light made her dark, perspiring skin almost glow. She looked as ethereal outside of his mind as he believed Mari was inside of it. It should've made more sense at the start how an ad exec could come across "hypnosis as a kink," from the woman whose livelihood involved selling things to people who didn't know they wanted them.
"What if this guest spread a rumor about the host of the party, something to do with sleep? What if that rumor spread from thought to thought? What if each rumor became more wild, as each teller became more sedated?"
The energetic, insistent arousal in Will became less pronounced the more detailed her description became. His mind found a way to liken it to the party below them, though their noise was filtered out in favor of his wife's hypnotic tone, and the party-going thoughts whispering "sleep."
"The quieter the party grew, the louder the chorus of sleep became. No matter what the embellished rumors became, all could be summarized with sleep, until every rumor devolved into just that simple word...sleep...sleep...sleep."
Breathing slowing as his lips began forming the word every other thought echoed back to him.
"And by the time the echoes drowned into the host's mind...sleep...sleep...sleep, the sweet rumor maker, a sweetie named Mari was there at his side, personally delivering her message to her intended target...sleep...sleep...sleep..."
Will lulled on the floor, body sagging having no stability. His torso was allowed to sway with what little consciousness was left, looking for any surface to welcome his mindless body. He found it with Mari's hand catching him. Palm against his forehead, fingers clasping over the front of his scalp, he sighed thankfully, before a rush of arousal brought him back, a gasp of excitement telling his dominant his needy state had returned.
"Mmmmmmmm..f-f-ckk....ohhh fuckkkk......Mari," the pleasure crossed a threshold that produced a single tear, running down his cheek, joining the beads of sweat traveling down his body. "Please, Mari....pleasssseeee...."
"Yes, baby. Mari is pleased," she giggled wickedly.
In her grasp, Will felt the cage he'd been kept in for a month, her finger like bars of a prison of pleasure, pleading with his warden. Just like being under hypnosis, or as a result of it, time warped to where one month long could've been three months long to his libido, or six months if she was particularly cruel in her teasing, like she was displaying at that moment.
"You please me soooo much, William. It makes me soooo fucking hotttt. And me being sooo hottt makes your want even hottter, increasing your needy self, increasing your need to please me," she informed him, tilting his head back for an unimpeded view of his indulged obsession.
The one hand not holding ran itself over the body he yearned for. He was always attracted to the curvy islander, but she easily sold him on the connection to her flesh, tethering a desire to worship every inch. With all the comments Mari endured about plus-sized figure, turning someone into a slave with it, and for it, helped to pave over all the negativity she was used to. Where her hand roamed is where his lips burned to be. It'd been less than a full day since she last let him indulge in her body, putting her on a pedestal of kisses and licks, but Will's eyes communicated how it was much longer to him.
"How long have you been so needy, baby? How long has thoughts of me set you aflame on cold nights? Will there be a moment when you get what you want? Will all those moments become intolerable if you don't get it," she gripped his head, making him feel the confines of what caused and prevented arousal.
Remembering the plethora of anorexic models still making noise beneath them, and all the men clamoring for them set her off a little bit, recalling what she set in-motion. They both took cabs to the party, and she made sure she arrived first. Mari knew when Will arrived, but made herself hard to find in the crowd, loving how he waded through that sea of slender to stare almost inappropriately, lewdly when he spotted his hypnotist. She loved the gentleman that would occasionally give a glance at her body in public, but got dripping wet at the man who would've slipped under her dress in the middle of the party if not chained to specific suggestions.
"That intolerance would be so devastating, like a man in the desert, parched, always with the taste of nourishment on the tip of his tongue. Walking through life without it is his walk through the desert, dreaming of dessert. He could be left hot all the time with the sweltering sun hanging above, like thoughts of Mari hanging above, making you hot under all those societal collars, only thinking about mine."
Her grip on his forehead loosened until only her index finger stayed attached to his body, trailing down to the bridge of his nose.
"That state would just become a devastating normal, walking around, living out your daily life, knowing patience was your only means of earning your reward, until you'd forgotten about even the reward itself. That is, until something triggered it. Maybe that crazy rumor from that party made its way to your office."
Will's eyes honed in on the bright red of Mari's fingernail, following the tingling she left on his skin until she booped the end of his nose, and started fluttering her fingers before his eyes, assaulting his concentration with a multitude of red nails.
"Whispers among the corridors and cubicles all saying the same thing...sleep...sleep...sleep. The daily monotony turning workers into zombies would become the strange, colorful fixation turning zombies into blissful sleepwalkers, letting that gentle hand guide them into...sleep...sleep...sleep?"
Outside neon lighting flashed against her nails, as Will's eyes instinctively followed the different colors amongst the eye-catching red, dragging him in every direction, bringing the inner white how pleasure down a few shades.
"But whose hand is doing the guiding at your job? Has the sweet Mari come to pay her party host a visit, delivering a long message to the receptionist, but all she hears is...sleep...sleep...sleep. And then someone within earshot hears...sleep...sleep...sleep. The rumor from that party spreads like wildfire across your floor, all the way to your office. Productivity going down. Eyelids going down. Nothing rising above the feelings of sleep...sleep...sleep. "
