Lee had a simple party trick he liked to use to show off to Vivian just how deep his control really went. Whenever she expressed her occasional doubts about whether the hypnosis was really working, or if she was just so naturally submissive that she felt socially conditioned to obey, he went over to the shelf on the wall and picked up the candle. Then, with a simple gesture, he beckoned her to follow him down to the small but well-appointed room in the basement they’d taken to calling the dungeon. Vivian always followed. The sight of the candle always made her too wet not to.
She took off her clothes and laid on the table in the center of the room, slipping her arms and legs into the sleeves that Lee had incorporated into the upholstery. The angle of the table made it deliciously easy to imprison her limbs within the thick fabric, while turning the process of extricating herself without assistance into a wriggling, squirming, highly undignified affair. And of course her drowsy mind, long accustomed to associating this room and this table with deep hypnotic trance, usually convinced her that moving sounded too much like work even before Lee began his induction.
He lit the candle and told her to stare at the flame, and it was never very long before the single flickering light in the otherwise dark room became the center of Vivian’s whole world. His soft, soothing voice stroked her mind easily and effortlessly into deep trance, excising her thoughts swiftly and cleanly to leave her blank and empty and obedient. Lee didn’t really need to deepen her much; his sweet, submissive good girl wanted to obey, after all, and a simple induction set the pace for most of the things they did together. But when Lee did his party trick for her, he wanted her as deep as she could possibly go.
Once Vivian was limp in the restraints, with only the whites of her eyes showing beneath the rapidly fluttering eyelids, Lee began to describe the intensities of pleasure. Pure pleasure, he told her, the true and absolute quintessence of it in her mind, was often so powerful that a confused and frightened brain simply wrote it off as pain. But a very good girl like Vivian, with a mind that was clear and sharp and perfectly obedient within Lee’s will, could open up to detect all of the unique varieties that only came when the senses were stimulated to their utmost. Everything could be pleasure to his slave right now. Absolutely everything.
And with that, he tipped the candle and drizzled the hot wax directly onto Vivian’s nipple.
She came. She came impossibly hard, the dreamy lethargy that gripped her body completely overcome by the intensity of bliss she experienced when the hot wax dripped onto her sensitive flesh. Her hips bucked as if she was riding a phantom cock, an urgent moan escaped her mouth, and her head rocked forward and back in helpless ecstasy. Vivian was too deep to remember the day when this kind of play moved from a soft limit to something she trusted her Master enough to submit to; she had no idea that there was ever a time when the liquid wax intimidated her with its searing sensation. She didn’t feel any pain at all, only pleasure. But when she finally awoke, her body spattered with cooling droplets that hardened to a stiff coating all over her chest, Vivian discovered all over again just how wonderfully deep Lee’s power over her truly was.