All characters age 18 or older.
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He didn't think she was onto him. He was wrong.
It had started out innocently enough. A day trip into the village to look around. That's all it was. He hadn't gone there looking for a woman. He just happened to notice the cute little book store and thought he'd have a look around. That's when he spotted her, descending a rolling ladder from a high shelf.
She was a striking beauty. Long toned legs gracefully dominated each step they encountered. A flowing blue mini-dress accentuated her amazing hourglass physique. With each step her large firm and very natural C-Cup breasts jiggled and drew the wandering gaze. A classically beautiful face with the most intense blue eyes he'd ever seen was framed by long wavy black hair. He was in love.
Did that mean he was going to talk to her like a mature reasonable adult? Hell no. He hung around watching her. He came back day after day. He would watch her well past the part where it would be considered stalking. One day, feeling particularly bold, he stayed after closing. Watching her work he became lost in her movements. So lost in fact he knocked over a stack of books getting her attention.
"You know you're not supposed to be here this late."
Damn, she'd caught him again.
"I'm sorry," he replied.
"How many times do I need to tell you? Just because you have a little crush on me doesn't mean you can break the rules."
He was really that obvious, huh? Judging by her tone the feelings were not reciprocal. Grabbing him by the arm she dragged him to the front door.
"Don't let me catch you in here again."
She gave his ass a hard wack and shoved him out the door. He never knew how powerful a woman could be. It only made him love her more. He would stay late whenever he dared. She would catch him of course and ask him to leave. He knew he was getting on her nerves but he couldn't help himself. Finally, she had enough.
"Come with me," she snapped leading him through the store to a rear store room.
She grabbed a length of hemp rope. What was that for? They continued out the back door to the rear alley. She spun him around and pinned him against the wall. Forcing his hands behind his back she began to wrap the rope around his wrists immobilizing them. Next, she turned to his legs. Once he was secure she sat him down next to the trashcans.
"The cops will be here soon."
She went back in, leaving him alone.
"Damn."
What was she going to do about that boy? She knew tonight was only a temporary fix. He would be back. He was cute enough but he was so unruly. If only he would obey. She started picking up the books she had been forced to abandon when she'd seen him yet again. One caught her eye. Rewriting the Mind: The Power of Sexual Hypnosis by Dr. Molly Stephens. Now there was an idea.
A restraining order. That was just great. Now he looked like a crazy stalker. The fact he was breaking into the store to see here again was irrelevant. He made his way into the stacks. There she was: on the ladder in the same dress as the first day he'd seen her.
"You shouldn't be here," she scolded.
"I'm sorry, I'll go."
"Although that will make this a lot easier. I've found a way to make you more obedient. I've recently read a book on hypnosis."
"Hypnosis? That stuff doesn't work."
"Oh no? Are you so sure?"
Was he?
"All I need you to do is stare at me ... stare wherever you like ... it's not difficult to stare, is it?"
No, it wasn't.
"Don't fight it ... just let go ... surrender to me ... no more thinking. No more thoughts. Nothing in that head of yours but my thoughts and my will. Such a good boy. Now sleep."
He awoke with a start. When had he fallen asleep. When had he even made it home for that matter? Shaking his head, he looked around and came to a startling conclusion: he hadn't. He was in someone's cluttered office. Oh God, it was full of books. Had he snuck into her office? Had she seen him yet? He had to get out of here.
He tried to jump up but found he couldn't. looking down he saw he was bound with old hemp rope to a wooden chair.
"What the hell?"
The door opened and she entered.
"Good, you're awake."
"I don't understand. What's going on?"
"No I don't suppose you would. Not with all the tweaking I've done."
"What?"
"Messing with your memory was the easy part."
"What do you mean?"
"What is my name?"
