When I snap my fingers, you will count from ten to one. When you reach one you will open your eyes, but still remain in trance. Mindy will be with you... and you will find yourself compelled to please her in any way that she asks. This will continue until you hear your alarm clock ringing. At that point, the ropes that are binding your legs and wrists will disappear and you will come completely out of trance. At that point, your memory will resume as well. Do you understand?" Yes, Mistress." Good. You know this…just as I know this. Your fingers then begin a slow journey up, over my hips, your thumbs tracing my spine as you step close, your rough denim jeans pressing directly against my fiery ass, as your hands move ever upward to my stiff shoulders, where in a moment of mercy you massage lightly and your hips grinding painfully against my ass. A moan slips past my lips as you work your strong fingers against the tight muscles, then suddenly they are gone, traveling down my back to my. "Honey, why are you showering now?" He asked, walking past me to the closet, where he always removed his office attire in the same ritualistic order, day after day. "Umm...I just felt dirty" I said, then tried to divert the questioning. "And I don't feel good, so I don't have any supper started. Maybe we can just order something in, okay?" "We can do that" he said. "Why do your clothes smell like smoke?" "Oh...this store I went to down the hill...second-hand place, the owner smokes. It's on my. I was shaking with a nameless fear as I stopped in front of the inn. Nothing new--I had the shakes at intervals ever since Mother died. It was suddenly hard to see anything, so I know I had to stop before the black images completely obscured my vision.The sign out front was faded and almost illegible, but through the jangle of my senses I saw a dim light in the office. I parked in the gravel drive. There was an ancient desk clerk, long strands of white hair covering his balding dome, liver.