It was the second time Mistress Suzzie had met him. The first time he'd just seemed like a typical nice guy; reasonably interesting to get to know but nothing more than that. She was wrong.
The place was neither quiet nor busy. The general hum of other conversations at this informal kink event meant they could chat fairly comfortably. Suzzie came back to the table shivering and complaining about the cold outside.
"Smokers curse, Mistress Suzzie?" he winked at her before taking a sip of his beer.
"I've been trying to quit for ages. Been on and off for a while."
"What have you tried?"
"Well I don't like vaping, patches and gum aren't working in the long run. Simple will power has worked best but isn't quite enough."
"Have you tried hypnosis?" he asked casually.
Suzzie had heard of it but was skeptical. She also knew that he'd mentioned he was into something called 'erotic hypnosis' at their first meeting so her guard reflexively went up a notch.
"You seem to be a very strong willed person," he continued.
"Hypnosis simply reinforces your will so that it is easier to get what you really want,"
Sandra, one of the other people at the table, chimed in with a 'yes I have a friend who tried that for fear of flying'.
"Okay, so how does it work?" Mistress Suzzie asked.
"Probably best to demonstrate rather than explain. Now, this is gonna seem like a silly party trick but please bear with me."
He smiled.
"Now, put your drink down please and put your hands together like this."
Suzzie followed his lead. Her index fingers pressed vertically against each other while the remaining ones clasped her hands together.
"Lovely nails by the way, Mistress Suzzie."
He gestured to her dark red claws which she had just got done and was secretly pleased that someone had noticed. These nails had teased many a submissive into quivering surrender.
"Now I want you to press your index fingers tightly together up to the bottom of the first digits. But above that level you are to try to keep them as far apart as possible. Do you understand?"
Mistress Suzzie remarked to herself that usually she was the one giving orders, not to mention that this guy appeared a little direct; but he seemed to know what he was doing and Sandra and Wayne were now looking at her with expectation on their faces...
"Yes, ok..." she assented.
"Very good, now Mistress I want you to focus on the tips of your index fingers and try as hard as you can to keep them apart. Ok?"
She nodded and almost imperceptibly he sandwiched her hands together in his.
"Now, go."
It's pretty fricking hard to do Suzzie thought to herself. The bases of those top digits seemed to be drawn together magnetically. Her hands shook and had to be supported by his own as she struggled desperately to keep her finger tips separate. She watched every little press of the flesh and subsequent opening between them as the laws of gravity and physics pushed her back. All the while she could hear him exhorting her to focus and try even harder to just keep pulling them apart while nature pulled back against her and soon her eyes were focused entirely on her finger tips and those dark red nails and somewhere along the line she lost awareness of everything else in the room around her except for her fingers and the sound of his accelerating voice offering encouragement and instructing her to keep focusing and attempting to accomplish a seemingly impossible task.
"And now Mistress Suzzie when I remove my hands from yours you will find your hands are stuck together and you will be unable to separate them no matter how hard you try."
The Mistress could see the fascinated looks of expectation on the faces of Wayne and Sandra. Well, they are going to be disappointed she thought to herself...
Suddenly his hands felt like they were pressing ten times harder against hers even though he was making to actually move them further away from her own.
"You will not be able to separate your hands, Mistress; it is like they are glued together..."
He removed his hands.
Thinking back later Suzzie was pretty sure that her arms made as if to pull away but that her fingers reacted and clasped her hands down tight. Or was it the other way around? All she remembered at the time was that her hands were indeed stuck together; immobile.
"Come on then. Pull them apart."
She heard Wayne's voice in a mixture of disbelief and surprise.
