Yogabot Part 3.
Mark texted me when I was wiping my hair dry, just out of the shower, saying he was on his way.
"Damn!" I thought. I wanted him to hurry. But here I was, dripping wet (in many ways), hair a tangled mess, stark naked in the bathroom. To make it worse, I realized I was so lost in my kinky slave-girl/robot/zombie fetish, that I didn't even eat lunch, so I was starving!
I did a quick of a dry job as I could. I wished I had time to take a razor to my pussy, but fortunately, the Bazillion wax I'd had for the Summer was holding.
I dug through the dresser to pull my only pair of yoga pants, and realized they were in the wash. Instead, I grabbed my pole vaulting shorts. These looked kind of like boy-short bikini bottoms. On the top, I grabbed a sports bra that ended about inch below the bottom of my breasts. Describing it, it sounds very sexy. But to me, it was more of a competition outfit and put my mind in gear to focus. In reality, I had worn it so many times, before so many people, that it didn't occur to me at the time that it might show too much skin or be a bit flashy to Mark. It was just the uniform.
I was pulling my hair back, still damp, and heading to the kitchen for a snack when the doorbell rang. I rushed to it, like my house was on fire.
He looked... well, the only word I can come up with is "amazing." His lean body filled out his polo shirt -- the kind he used to wear to tennis matches. He smiled when I opened the door and, for the first time in my life, he really took my breath away, and I found myself leaning into the open door,getting lost in his eyes, as if I were already in a trance.
He stood awkwardly, before I realized I was blocking his way in. I clumsily moved aside and only when he entered did I noticed he brought a bag with him. He went to the kitchen island and started unpacking.
"I hope you haven't eaten. I" he said while unpacking. "I was hoping I came early enough."
"No... Oh my God, Mark, did you cook?"
"Yeah, you know I like to. And it's fun to have someone to cook for."
Strangely enough, this centered me. Maybe it was because I was so hungry. But, really, I think it was because he showed a side of himself that I'd always liked. At his heart, he was a care-taker. That's why I hadn't liked his ex-girlfriend. He took care of her, and she never appreciated it, but always demanded more.
The pictures I had of him standing over me with a whip or as a commanding Svengali while I knelt enthralled on the floor dissipated. Or perhaps, more accurately, they morphed. I still saw him as a strong, confident man. And I still knew what he could do to me with his words and his eyes. But I also saw that he would always be someone who would take care of me.
I snapped myself out of my revere and rushed into the kitchen to get out the plates and glasses and open a bottle of wine from my copious stores. I am a girl who loves a good glass of wine.
It was strange. I had built this whole picture in my brain of how the scene would play out and it was all wrong. And yet, dinner was nothing short of the best time I'd had in months. We talked about food and work and friends we knew, and how envious he was of my apartment. We ate some of the most amazing pasta I've ever tasted. And I couldn't stop staring into his eyes.
I had dated some different guys. And had some good relationships. But for the first time in my life, in that weird moment, I felt like I had fallen in love. It happened so fast, it shocked me. I had the "oh my God... I'm in love" moment before I was halfway through my glass of wine.
Everything was just so right. It just seem that having him in the kitchen with me was the way it was all supposed to be. I'd had a bit of a crush on him before, but this was different. It snapped into place like a rubber band. And I couldn't even bring myself to think of the possibility that it would be unrequited.
After dinner we talked a bit, then he brought up the topic of hypnosis.
"I've been thinking about that. I think I'd like to try a particular kind of induction. You seem to have a good focus and I'd like to use that to relax you."
"OK. but I dressed for yoga."
"I can see that, well, at least I assumed that you weren't going to vault anything in here... although... I have to say, your ceilings are high enough. And I think we should try a little yoga later, but first I'd like to see if I can help you relax."
"OK, but.. I don't need help relaxing."
"K. You always have needed help relaxing. I mean, you are my friend and I love you for it, but girl, you have two modes -- do it, and do it faster."
"well, OK, I'm a bit competitive."
"A bit? That's like saying your PT was a bit uncomfortable. Hey, it's a good thing. But, K, I've always been worried that you don't turn it off."
"Well, I... is it that obvious?"
"Only to me. I remember hearing that you were the only vaulter that didn't go to the sauna after to wind down. But look. Part of yoga is relaxation. You stretch, and relax. And that's what moves your blood and keeps your body flexible and strong. And hypnosis can help. Besides, hypnosis isn't magic. It's just a heightened state of suggestibility. And it's easier to get there when you are relaxed. Trust me."
"I do, Mark. OK."
"First though, if it's OK, I'd like to try a couple more things -- kind of experiments, I guess, just to see how you respond. It will help later."
"Sure. How do you want me?" I bit my lip. It sounded like I was propositioning him. I suppose I was, but instantly thought it was a bad idea.
If he noticed, he ignored it.
"Let's try one right here on the stool. So here is what is going to happen. I'm going to snap my fingers and you will drop into a deep trance. It's really that simple. You just need to keep looking me in the eye and when I snap you will drop. You won't have to think about it. You don't need to think about anything. You don't need to do anything."
He held his fingers in front of me, his thumb tip and middle finger touching, ready to snap.
"You will watch my eyes, but know that I will snap soon and you will have no choice."
His words came faster and faster and it was hard to follow them.
"Your eyes will close. And you will drop. When I snap. I know your mind, below the surface is waiting for it. Waiting to drop into the blissfulness you need. I know you are anticipating it. I know you want to drop sooner. Your eyes want to close and your mind shut off. But you won't do it until I snap. Then you will instantaneity drop, without thinking and all I need to do is snap. Then all your waiting and anticipating can be over. All the thoughts of how badly you want it will be realized, All your thoughts can shut down when I.."
*SNAP*
I heard him snap his fingers. I saw them move. And it was like someone flipped a switch on my neck. I was gone.
I felt my body fall forward, but my mind never grasped the thought that I might fall off of the stool and hurt myself.
And I didn't.
I felt his arms catch me, which was good because I had no thought of catching myself. I was vaguely aware of the vibrations of his chest as he spoke, but completely zoned out on the words he said. It was like my experiences as a child, sometimes, falling asleep and listening to my parents talking quietly. Somehow, the sound was comforting, even if the words were unimportant.
My memory of what happened next is fuzzy. I heard his voice, but frankly was more aware of his firm chest vibrating with his words. My arm moved. I suspect he moved it. But, honestly, I may have done it without realizing. I felt motion as he pushed me back up into a more sitting position, but still held me. Then his strong voice saying "Wake Now," commanding, firm, confident, but without a trace of anger or hubris.
My eyes fluttered open slowly. But I kept myself buried in his chest, enjoying the feel of him. I took a couple deep breaths. And, looking up at him, slowly detached myself and pulled away.
"Wow." I said when I could find my voice, "what happened?"
"You don't suck at hypnosis," he said with a smirk. "I used a speed technique that street hypnotists use. It can work with some people -- most, in fact. But it usually doesn't take people very deeply. You, on the other hand, are a natural."
"Wow." I impressed myself with my ability to repeat monosyllabic words. "Do it again."
He smiled. "You liked it?"
"Yes. It was amazing. Weird. But a good kind of weird. It's like, for a moment, I was a child again, not having to think or do, just hearing you murmuring... well, something".
"What do you remember?"
"Not much. Your chest kind of vibrated, but it was warm and soothing."
"Do you remember when I lifted your arm?"
"No. Yes. Kind of. I felt it move, but really wasn't aware of why."
"hmm."
He looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing. "Let's move to a more comfortable seat. Why don't you sit on the sofa, and I will grab a chair across, so I can watch you."
Once I was seated comfortably, kind of leaning back and stretching out, he continued.
"I'd like to try the same thing again. But here's what will happen. I'm going to take you down again, then deepen you. Then bring you back up. Then drop you again. I will keep repeating that a few times. Each time, you should go a little deeper. This kind of induction sort of teaches your brain to drop quickly. by the third or fourth time up and down, you should get progressively deeper until you can drop into a deep trance without any hesitation. Based on what I just saw, it may not be needed. But I'm sure you will respond even more quickly and deeply each time without even thinking. You don't have to do anything. You won't even have to try, it will just happen. In fact, based on what I saw, I don't think you can resist. I think if you try, you will just drop that much faster. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Good, are you OK with it?"
"Yes, sure. I can't wait. I want to."
"Alright, K, you know what's going to happen. It just happened. You know that deep down, you don't want to fight it. So if you try, it will just make it deeper. You just experienced it. I snapped and you dropped. Instantly, you went down deep. No thoughts, no cares, no resistance. I know you want it. You remember how amazing it was. You remember how quickly you dropped. You know you want it, but need to wait for it. You know that when I snap you will drop again. But you will find out that when you do, you will drop even deeper than before. You may not realize it, but inside you know it will be even more compelling and more wonderful. All you are waiting for is for me to snap, so your mind can close off and you can drop into an amazing, deep, wonderful state, like you just were. I know how hard it is waiting for it. And I know that once I snap, you will feel so wonderful that the wait will be over and you can return to that amazing state, only even deeper than before. I can see your eyes begging me, intent on my fingers. I can sense how badly you want it. How you struggle to hold off and stay alert until I snap, not wanting to miss it. Your attention focused now completely on my fingers. Wanting them to move. Watching for any small tremble that lets you know you can drop. Needing it."
