"Play With Me"
Skye set the rolls of bright pink elastic bandage down on the coffee table, next to the vibrating massager, the digital timer, the ball gag, the pink artificial feather, the heavy-duty duct tape, and the medical shears. She smiled down at Nathan, but he didn't smile back. His eyes were already looking inward, sinking into the spiral that existed only in his mind. He probably didn't even notice the preparations, at least not consciously. He was only thinking about how to go deeper, become more blank and helpless and obedient to Skye's will.
She caressed his cheek lovingly, feeling the familiar intermingled emotions of pride and love and confidence and protectiveness that she could only call 'dominance'. "Who are you right now?" she asked, standing up and removing her clothes item by item. She let them lay where they fell; one of the wonders of having an obedient submissive was that he loved to pick up her underwear.
Nathan's eyes closed heavily in a glacial blink, then reopened with visible effort. "I'm your toy," he said softly. There was no emotion in his voice, not even the drowsy bliss she sometimes heard when he was first descending into trance. He had gone too deep for that, down into the place in his head where the voice of his conscious mind was completely silent and all he could do was respond and obey. It didn't mean he wasn't happy, of course. It just meant that he was so helplessly blank that he couldn't think about what the words he was saying meant anymore.
"And what do good toys do?" Skye asked while she finished undressing, her panties coming away from her skin in a sticky, soaking mess as the thin fabric clung to her labia like an eager lover. She'd been looking forward to this all week, daydreaming about it as she texted Nathan from Singapore and video chatted with him from Hong Kong, her libido turning every night of the business trip into a masturbatory fantasy of all the things she would do when she returned. It still felt like the middle of the night to her jet-lagged brain, but she had more than enough energy for this.
Nathan let out a slow, lazy sigh, the only sign (along with his extremely hard, purplish-red cock) of the deep, obedient ecstasy flowing through his hypnotized mind and body. Skye felt herself practically glowing with pride at the sight of him, like a sculptor admiring a finished work--she'd shaped every single one of his thoughts by now, transforming him into her perfect submissive. He'd loved every step of the process, of course, but Nathan didn't have any idea when they started on this journey together just how much his mind was capable of. She was so glad that she could show him.
And she was about to be more than just happy. "Good toys play with their owners," Nathan responded reflexively, taking the bandages off the table and winding them around her ankles. Skye stood with her feet close together and her arms at her sides, feeling her cunt gush with arousal as the fabric unwound from the roll and clung to itself with each circuit of her body. He was careful to do several layers before taping the end to ensure that Skye could do nothing more than wiggle as he worked his way up.
"That's my good slave," Skye purred, her voice husky with arousal as the layers of bandage wound up and around her calves and knees. It took him a few extra moments to get the massaging vibrator into the correct position, nestling it gently against her pubic mound before wrapping another roll of bandages around her thighs to hold it in place. When he was finished, though, she was completely immobile from the waist down, with the cord and the wand's controller trailing out from the pink fabric that covered her. She could already feel her musk soaking into the fibers, saturating the room with the scent of her desire.
"What does it do to you when you bind my body?" she asked, as he began to pin her arms against her waist with infinite, methodical patience. More patience than Skye had at the moment, quite honestly; she told herself that she was wiggling around to make sure nothing was cutting off her circulation, but she knew it was a lie. She just couldn't wait to start fruitlessly struggling against her pet's careful, precise bondage, feeling that sensation of delicious predicament as her muscles stretched and strained against the elastic fabric and failed to free her. She was so horny she was practically begging to cum already.
"Binding your body... binds my mind," Nathan mumbled, his cock smearing precum against the bandages as he stood up to wrap her upper body. She knew he wouldn't give in to her pleas, though; that was the whole reason for the deep hypnotic programming. Skye didn't want someone who would listen to her when she begged, she wanted someone who would hear her desperate moans and whimpers and gasps with the pure and perfect pleasure of a mindless slave obeying their programming.
Nathan was mindlessly obedient. He listened to her every command. Especially the commands telling him not to listen to her.
She still opened her mouth wide to accept the ball gag, once he bound her arms all the way up to her shoulders (leaving her tits deliciously exposed to his touch, of course) and helped her to lie down on the air mattress they'd placed on the living room floor. She knew that he was a good boy and he would ignore her once they got started, no matter how desperately she begged him to cum... and she also knew full well that she would be begging by the time he finished with her, no matter how much she told herself that this time she would stay in control of her treacherous cunt. But she wanted to feel helpless, and there was nothing that made her feel truly, deliciously captive like losing her ability to speak.
They didn't use a blindfold, though. Skye wouldn't be able to see the timer without the blindfold. Nathan set it for an hour and placed it just on the corner of the coffee table, where Skye could glance over at it without any difficulty. He plugged in the vibrator and said, "Are you ready, Mistress?"
