My father proudly placed the food he had made in front of me for dinner. He had made Grandpa's favorite for the occasion. It felt like an insult to me to celebrate my grandfather's life in such a way. I was angry. But in my father's defense, I was angry all the time. Over the past year, after we laid Grandpa to rest, I was in a constant state of grieving. My emotions would sway from crying endlessly to being angry at the world. My father had been doing his best to live within the emotional minefield that was now our house.
"How is the food?" My father carefully attempted to start a conversation.
"It's fine." I tried to control my unfair emotions. I recognized that my father was trying to do something nice. In his way, he was still grieving the loss of his father as well. I sipped my drink, returning the silence to the table.
I was halfway done with my meal when extreme exhaustion swept over me. At first, I thought it was a side effect of a long workday. However, I knew better when the exhaustion started to overcome me. In my last coherent thoughts, I attempted to ask my father what he had done. It could have been more successful.
I started to come to--I don't know how long I had been out. I tried to lift my arm to rub my eyes. I was met with what now felt very foreign: a restraint. My foggy brain looked around to try to make sense of what was happening. I snapped wide awake when I realized where I was.
"Dad! What the fuck!" I screamed. I looked around for the man that I was set on beating the shit out of. He finally came out from behind me. He looked nervous but showed no signs of being afraid of my anger.
"Let me go!" I screamed. My body was starting to vibrate with all my emotions. I hadn't been in this playroom since Grandpa had passed. I planned to never come into this room again. I started tearing up as my brain was flooded with memories. Every corner of this room had his imprint on it. The room even smelled of him. I couldn't handle this.
"Please, I don't want to be here." I changed my tactic as my fight and anger were replaced with sorrow and despair. I was hopeful when my Dad approached me. I was wrong. I did my best to fight against him, putting a blindfold on me. I thrashed in the chair, trying to escape my bonds. I felt a pair of headphones slip over my ears. I could tell they were noise canceling because I couldn't hear anything around me anymore.
"Renee, honey, please listen to me." I froze in my chair. It had felt like ages since I had heard that voice. Now, tears were streaming down my face. I leaned back in the chair, doing what my Master asked, just listening to him.
"Alright, Renee, get comfortable and take a few deep breaths, allowing tension to leave your body as you exhale." My body acted as if it had been starved of orders and complied with what I heard on the speakers.
"I want you to focus on the sound of my voice. Don't worry if my voice starts to sound a little distant. In a moment, I will ask you to imagine a staircase, and it can look and feel anyway you want it to. You may find you're wearing an outfit that makes you feel incredibly sexy. The staircase has ten steps, and each step you take will bring you further and further into an extremely pleasurable and highly suggestive state. You will obey anything I say because you have no reason not to. You've already agreed to everything we'll do today, and you know this is what you want. If you have any objections, you can use your safe word: red. Using the word will stop any activity immediately. Do you understand?" My mouth opened to answer him, 'Yes,' instinctively. My cluttered mind had forgotten that he was only in the recording.
No, my brain knew he was there. Just beyond my blindfold, my Master was here. He was going to take away all the pain from the last year. Master was here to take care of me. Just as he always did.
"Good girl. Approach the staircase now, and take your first step, then to step nine. Feel yourself dropping down into a trance twice as deeply as before. Eight.... seven...keep going deeper. Six.... five...halfway there, you can start seeing the room at the bottom of the stairs. Fall deeper and faster now as you get excited for the fun we are about to have."
I step down to the carpeted stair treads. I can feel the silk lingerie swaying across my skin and, with each step, the plush carpet cradling my bare feet. The scene in front of me became more and more vivid and clear as I descended each step slowly. It feels as if I have crossed some invisible barrier.
"When you step onto the final stairs, you will feel complete bliss, making your Master very happy. On step four, you're feeling very obedient and submissive. Three... almost there. Two... and one! Very good, darling. As you walk into the room at the bottom of the stairs, I want you to feel my presence close to you as you notice a door you did not see before. You know, on the other side of this door is a room fully equipped with the most luxurious bed you've ever seen, and you also know that as soon as we cross the threshold, you will have a wonderful night. All you have to do is turn the knob and push the door open. Can you see it?"
I feel Master a step behind me just to my right--such a strong presence, just as I remember it. I see the door start to form out of a smoky haze. I reach out to grab the handle. I can feel Master press against me.
"Good girl..." he purrs in my ear. Hearing him say that sets my skin on fire. A moan forms low in my throat.
"Go ahead, walk in, and get on the bed. Your Master is right behind you."
As I walk into the room, the edges fill in and become more solid the further into the room I go. I see my target at the center of the room: a beautiful, huge bed with a frame made of dark wood and black bedding with at least ten fluffy pillows. I climb onto the soft comforter.
"I want you to listen to my voice closely. Let it take you even deeper than you already are. Feel more obedient to me. You know I want you to have fun and feel good. Go deeper and feel even better than you do now."
"Yes, Master." I moan.
