Appendix: Chapter Eleven
Entry 11.1
The group project, of course, is a complete work of fiction. I had had homework the evenings I didn't spend with Sarah this week, so right now is the first chance I've really had to plan. On Sunday, I erased Sarah's memory of this delightful little fantasy she's been nurturing over the last couple years. It's the first "scene" we will have played out, and it's complicated enough that I want to think it all through and write out the command; when I Speak it, I can just read it and won't need to remember everything.
This command
, I realize,
could go disastrously if I don't word it just right. Sarah could get stuck on a wall like a Doom baddie that walks directly toward its target without path finding.
I snort, imagining Sarah moonwalking into the corner of my bunk.
Funny, but not particularly sexy. It just might ruin our immersion.
I pull out some paper and start mapping out the different pieces and outlining their details.
I bet there's a computery term for this,
I think. Maybe I'll ask Sarah. I write and circle three terms on my paper:
Mind
,
Mouth proximity
,
Synchronization
.
Out to the left of
Mind
, I write,
● trigger: entry through door
● forget me/us
● slow thoughts / calm
● suggestibility
● end trigger: orgasm
and add an arrow from
Mind
to each of them.
Next is
Mouth promiscuity
. Two items here—"Part 1: come here" and "Part 2: fuck me"—and I list out some more ideas. Under Part 1, I note the pathfinding problem I considered earlier.
Last is
Synchronization
. This was not part of Sarah's initial description. It's all mine and, to me, it's the best part. I get wet just thinking about it. Midway through the notes I jot down, I notice that I've put my right hand under my skirt and underwear while I write with my left. I shrug and continue.
It'll make Sarah's job a little easier if I'm already pent up,
I think.
Thought map complete, I think through each of the bits, making sure I have at least a rough wording in my head. I pause on "Doom baddie on corners" and give it more consideration. The problem is, if you can't move away from one point, a "gravity well", so to speak—only toward it and laterally—if you go behind a wall and the gravity well is positioned poorly, going back around the wall may be impossible; it could require moving away from the target to get around the corner, especially if there is a lip. It's
probably
not an issue in my room, but there are a lot of edges to get caught on. Plus, Sarah will probably remove her coat and then move to the side to toss it somewhere....
Yeah, this wording would be tricky. I suppose, if she did get stuck, I could just stand up and move closer.
I immediately discard the idea: standing up could very well pull Sarah's head through a wall or a piece of furniture.
Best that I stay seated for this.
This wouldn't be such a big problem if the room were more spread out. Dorm rooms are just so small. Maybe I could rent a hotel room? ... Oh!
A solution comes to me. Mum is on a business trip to Chicago this weekend and Dad took the opportunity for a mini-holiday with his mates from uni; Claire will be at her friend's.
I boot up my laptop and open a document editor. For each item in my thought map outline, I write out a sentence. Editing, rearranging, shortening, figuring out what really needs to be said versus what I can leave to my intent and imagination. I feel like I'm drawing blueprints with words.
Hmm
, I think.
This command should only stay active for as long as I have her consent—it should end right before she withdraws it so that it doesn't hurt me or drain my battery. She also needs to be able to use our safewords without hindrance, no matter what state of mind she's in. Unless, I suppose, she's gagged.
The thought gives me a thrill. Gags are particularly intimate, requiring a lot of additional trust that the domme is paying close enough attention to her sub that she can tell by body language and facial expression, alone, when things are getting too intense.