Nancy settled into her business class window seat after the four-day conference. She looked forward to just relaxing on the six-hour redeye flight before getting home to her husband and kids.
She’d got a lot of looks as she strolled through the airport in her deep blue pantsuit. While she was an intelligent, professional businesswoman, she knew the value of combining professionalism with sex appeal. Also, having given birth to two kids, now two and four years old, she liked to be reminded that she was still a sexy woman. Her hours each week at her home gym kept her butt firm and round, and her breasts perky. Her long, straight, deep brown hair and tanned skin gave her an Egyptian look. She would give playful glances at the people she caught checking her out, her blue ice eyes sparkling at them before she continued on her way.
Now, strapped in and settled down, she contemplated whether she would read some of her book or watch a movie before sleeping through the trip.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a businessman stopped beside her. He stood slightly taller than she currently would in the heels she wore, if she were standing. He was fit, handsome, with an air of confidence that she picked up on right away. When he stopped to confirm his seat. He glanced over at her, and she caught his scan of her body. A small smile crept onto her face.
“This is me,” he said as he threw his carry-on in the bin above them.
Slipping into his seat, he slid his laptop onto the floor in front of him before strapping in. “I’m Charles,” he greeted. “Just in case you’d like to make small talk on the flight.”
“Nancy,” she replied. “I doubt I'll be talking much, no offence. I'm just exhausted after a long conference.”
“Oh, I know that feeling. We come here to learn, but we end up trying to stay awake.”
She chuckled at that. “That's often true, but this time round they had us doing so many mental exercises that my brain just needs a break.”
“Say no more. I will leave you to enjoy your mindless state. It will give me a chance to catch up on my writing.”
“Oh? You're a writer?”
“Yes and no. I came here on a business trip, but the writing is a more personal hobby.”
“What kind of stuff do you write?” she asked.
“Promise you won't judge?”
“No, but tell me anyway.”
He chuckled. “Honesty. I like that.” Glancing around first as if checking to make sure no one was listening in, he leaned in to almost whisper to her. “I write erotica, specifically seduction or compliance.”
Her curiosity piqued. “Compliance?”
“Yes, there is a whole, very popular fetish out there where women are slowly seduced or forcefully changed —even brainwashed— from strong, powerful women to submissive, horny sex slaves. I've posted several of my stories in the erotica section on Amazon and I'm making a, shall we say, not insignificant amount of income from them.”
A sudden look of worry took hold of his face, making her realize the shock she must be displaying.
“Oh crap. I think I've said too much, and you probably think I'm weird. I'll just be quiet. If I've made you uncomfortable, I apologize. That just came out.”
“No, no,” she comforted. “I did ask. And I have read the occasional erotic story; the stuff you get at the supermarket checkout though. Nothing as, um, intense as what you're describing though.”
"Well, if it doesn't weird you out too much, I'll give you my pen name before we deplane, and you can look up my stuff.”
“I'll admit I'm curious,” she said. “But not curious enough to read that kind of thing. No offence.”
“None taken. It's not everyone's cup of tea, but those that enjoy it don't sip, they gulp.”
The stewardess interrupted their conversation as she announced that they were ready to depart. The two sat quietly as she went through the safety instructions. Charles played along with them and tugged firmly on his seatbelt when they told him too. He playfully gestured to her to do the same. She tugged her belt securely as well. It felt more snug than normal, but she’d loosen it soon enough when they got to cruising level.
Soon the plane was taxiing down the runway. Nancy wanted to talk more with Charles about his writing, but felt awkward about bringing it up. She didn't want him to think she was really into that kind of dynamic, but questions were popping up in her mind, and she really wanted the answers. Something about the compliance tantalized her thoughts.
As soon as they had ascended to a cruising level and the seatbelt light was turned off, Charles immediately reached down for his laptop, pulled down his tray table, and began writing.
Nancy pulled out her iPad and began reading her novel. As the words began to appear on Charles’ screen however, her eyes were drawn that way instead.
What better way to get her questions answered than to read his work herself, she thought.
She kept her iPad held up in front of her, pretending to be engrossed in what it said. He began writing Chapter 5 in which a woman, Natalie, was strapped to a chair. A strap held her down around the waist, much like a seatbelt, but she couldn't release it. Her hands gripped a panel in front of her, but they were tied together, and she couldn't let go.
“You'll never get away with this,” Natalie said. “My husband will find me.”
“My dear, Natalie,” said the villain, Eric. “In a little while, you won't want your husband to find you.”
Charles opened up an animated gif next to his Word document. On it, colours swirled in a vortex that pulled Natalie’s attention in. She was wondering why he had opened it when he returned to his writing and she realized he was describing it in the story.
A large screen lit up in front of her, he wrote. On it, colours swirled down into a hypnotic spiral: White then red then blue then black on a grey background, each lasting one to two seconds before fading into the next.
“Seriously? Do you think you can brainwash me? That only works in movies,” Natalie said defiantly.
The villain sighed. “Don’t be ignorant, my dear. People are brainwashed all the time. Why do you think companies pay millions to put out commercials? It's a part of your daily life. You just don't recognize it for what it is.
“In this case, the colours of the spiral each have an effect on you. White makes you go blank. Red increases your arousal. Blue makes you obedient. And black takes you deeper. I'm not making this up. Studies have been done on the effects of colours. If I were to use pink, you would become docile. If I were to use yellow, you would become agitated. A different shade of red would make you angry. No, each of these colours has been scientifically selected to induce the best response.”
“Well,” She huffed, “It's not going to work.”
“Isn’t it?” He asked. “You see, it's already working. White: blank, red: aroused, blue: obedient, black: deeper.”
“So you said,” she scoffed. “But I don't care what you think it's supposed to do. It's not working, and it's not going to work.”
“Then why can't you remember what the colours mean?” he asked.
“What are you talking about?” She asked back. “I know exactly what they mean.”
“Prove it,” he ordered. “White."
“Blank,” she replied confidently.
“Red.”
“Aroused.”
“Blue.”
“Obedient.”
“Black.”
“Deeper.” She smiled proudly. “Satisfied?”
He shook his head. “You didn’t notice that that wasn’t quite right, did you. The white is already working. When I said, ‘White,’ you said ‘Black’ not ‘Blank’.”
“I did not!” She insisted, but her annoyance changed to doubt as he just gazed at her confidently.
Did I say ‘black’? she thought.
“Try again. White,” the villain said as he tapped her shoulder.
“Blank.”
“Red.” Tap.
“Aroused.”
“Blue.” Tap.
“Obedient.”
“Black.” Tap.
“Deeper. I got it right that time. I was listening carefully.”
He shook his head. “You said ‘Obedience’, not ‘Obedient’. See? You’re already forgetting. Messing things up. You can’t focus enough to say it right.”
“I said, ‘Obedience’,” she insisted. “I mean ‘obedient’. Fuck.”
“Of course you did. Once more?
“White.” Tap.
“Blank.”
“Red.” Tap.
“Aroused.”
“Blue.” Tap.
“Obedient.”
“Black.” Tap.
“Deeper.” Tap.
He was anchoring her, wrote Charles. Each time he said the word and tapped her, he was programming her to say the proper response. The anchor could be anything from a tap on the shoulder to seeing the word “Tap” appear on a screen, as long as it was consistent.
“White.” Tap.
“Blank.”
“Red.” Tap.
“Aroused.”
“Blue.” Tap.
“Obedient.”
“Black.” Tap.
“Deeper.”
He stopped speaking, but continued to tap.
Tap.
“Blank.” she continued.
Tap.
“Aroused.”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
Soon the word Tap began to appear on the screen as he tapped her shoulder.
Tap.
“Blank.”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
“I guess you’ve proved me wrong,” he said.
“You really think some colours would make me–”
Tap.
“Blank.”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
“I was hoping,” the villain replied. “But you’re obviously to clever to become…”
Tap.
“Blank.”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
He sighed. “You’ve proved your point. You don’t have to say it out loud if you don’t want, but you can. It’s up to you.”
She smiled, satisfied. “Oh I know I’ve proved my point.” But as the word “Tap” appeared on the screen with every colour, with every line, she couldn’t help but mouth the words.
Tap.
“Blank.”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
Nancy didn’t notice her own lips moving as she read Charles’ work.
Tap.
“Blank.”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
The colours faded from the screen, Charles wrote, but each time the word “Tap” appeared, Natalie repeated the next word in the sequence.
Charles closed the gif before continuing. Nancy was a little sad to see it go, but now she could focus more fully on the writing as Charles’ fingers deftly played on the keyboard.
And then Eric began to talk in a deep, soothing voice. “I know you think you can resist me, but you can’t help but focus on my words. You aren’t strong-willed enough to distract yourself with other words like…”
Tap.
“Blank.”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
“Oh, I see what you’re trying to do,” he said as she stared at the screen. “You know I’m trying to gain your focus and you’re ignoring me. But it won’t work. Focus on me. Not the screen.”
She smiled and locked her eyes onto the words, thinking she was winning.
Tap.
“Blank.”
“Is the best way to be. No need to think. No need to worry. Being…”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
“Feels wonderful. Alluring. Control and confidence are always arousing. Listen to my words an be…”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
“It’s so much easier when you don’t have to make decisions. You’ve had to make them everyday. There’s a burden with every one of them. Obedience is easier, lighter. Obedience is pleasure. Obedience takes you down…”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
“And the more you relax, the deeper you go. The deeper you go, the better you feel.”
The story was captivating Nancy. She glanced momentarily at Charles. His attention sat firmly in his work. She went back to the story.
“I know you want to resist, but feel the belt around your waist, holding you firmly.”
Tap.
“Blank.”
“Have you ever tried bondage? Ever thought about it? It can be so stimulating, so sexy.”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
“Push against it and see how secure you are and feel how good it feels to be bound.”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
The Natalie pushed against the strap against her waist. Whereas the action should’ve been one of struggle, the strap comforted her. The action of pushing against it felt good as well. Obedience is pleasure.
Nancy involuntarily pushed against her seatbelt, finding it secure and comforting.
“And it can feel even better,” Eric continued. “All you have to do is surrender. Focus on my words and drop…”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
“I see you trying not to focus on me. Only on the screen before you. The words on there won’t help you. Focus on me so you don’t go.”
Tap.
“Blank.”
Natalie took up the challenge and redoubled her focus onto the screen, unknowingly letting his words slip into her unconscious mind while her attention was on the very thing dropping her deeper into his control.
“You’re wondering what I’ll do to you, aren’t you? I’m turning you into my sex slave. With every word I say, every word you read, the idea becomes more appealing. Imagine all your pleasure centres amplified. More sensitive nipples. Bigger orgasms. Your body becoming a fucktoy.”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
“You’re tired of resisting. Resisting means thinking, and you’ve had to think for yourself so much. Take a break and just relax. If you love relaxing just nod.”
Tap.
“Obedient,” she whispered, nodding.
“Good girl. Relaxing feels so good. And it feels better as you let yourself just sink deeper. Even though your eyes are open, your mind is drifting and dropping. Drifting and dropping.”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
“And now you’re realizing that right here is where you want to be. So happy and empty.
Tap.
“Blank.”
“So horny and ready to please. Feeling hornier every moment. Getting wetter by being so deep.”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
“Eager to do what I tell you. Knowing it leads to pleasure. Obedience is pleasure.”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
“Now tell me what you really want. To escape and feel unfulfilled, or to surrender even deeper to greater fulfillment. It’s easy. Just say, ‘escape’ or say–”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
“Good girl. Every time I call you a good girl, you feel happy and proud. A good girl surrenders her mind to her Master. A good girl doesn’t think. She is–”
Tap.
“Blank.”
“A good girl loves sex. A good girl loves to fuck. She loves being a sex slave. She needs to fuck like she needs to breathe. And she craves her Master’s cock above all else. A good girl is always–”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
“A good girl obeys. Obedience is pleasure. A good girl needs to be told what to do. She lives to serve her Master. She needs to please her Master. She is always–”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
“A good girl will go as deep as possible. To be the best sex slave she can. To honour the one she obeys. Her Master. Every slave has a Master. She needs her Master. And for her Master she will always go–”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
“Good girl. You are doing so well. Nod if you love being My blank good girl.”
She nodded.
Tap.
“Blank.”
“Good girl. Master is pleased with his slave. Nod if you’re aroused for Master.”
She nodded.
Tap.
“Aroused.”
“Good girl. And you want to do what I say, don’t you? Nod if you’re obedient to Master.”
She nodded.
Tap.
“Obedient.”
“Good girl. And you love being so deep, so relaxed, so blissful. Nod if you love going deep for Master.”
She nodded.
Tap.
“Deeper.”
“Good girl. Now, this is what’s going to happen. Whenever I tell you ‘Blank. Aroused. Obedient. Deeper.’, you’ll drop into this wonderful tranced state and be the sex slave you love to be. You will act normally if others are around, and you will tell me, ‘Yes, just a moment,’ excuse yourself, and go someone private. If you are alone, or when you’ve reach that private place, you respond ‘I’m blank, aroused, obedient, and ready to go deeper.’ You’ll then return to this wonderful, sexy, blissful trance state. You’ll be–”
Tap.
“Blank.”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
“And you’ll drop."
Tap.
“Deeper.”
“Good girl. And whenever I tell you, ’Back in Business’, you’ll return to normal with only the memories I tell you have before I say, ’Back in Business’. Nod if you understand.”
Natalie nodded.
Nancy nodded.
“Good girl. Nod if you look forward to being a sex slave.”
Natalie nodded.
Nancy nodded.
“Good girl. Nod if you’re ready to start your new life.”
Natalie nodded.
Nancy nodded.
Eric shifted Natalie’s straps until a buckle came into view, much like those on airplanes. She realized it had always been there, but she didn’t look for it.
“You didn’t find it because, deep down, you didn’t want to. When you release yourself, it will be from your old life of the dutiful wife and businesswoman to my personal sex slave. When you release yourself you will be free of inhibitions.”
Tap.
“Blank.”
“You will desire to suck and fuck me.”
Tap.
“Aroused.”
“You will ache to obey me.”
Tap.
“Obedient.”
“And every act of service, every act of obedience, will make you more mine.”
Tap.
“Deeper.”
“Undo your belt now.”
Nancy reached down and undid her belt, happily stepping into her new life.
Charles closed his laptop.
“How may I serve you, Master?” Nancy asked, her buckle undone. Her hands reached down to feel his cock through his pants.
“Are you a member of the mile high club?” Charles asked.
“No, Master.”
“Then let’s get you initiated.”
“Mmmm. Yes, Master.”
———————————
The stewardess’ voice woke Nancy. The flight had been pleasant. She’d slept almost the entire time. She had a vague memory of talking with the man who sat beside her. He was a writer or something. Eye candy for the trip, but no man could match her hunky husband.
Strangely, she’d dreamt about joining the mile high club during the flight She remembered feeling all her inhibitions were gone as she happily followed a faceless man into the toilet. She eagerly sucked his cock. No, she thought, I worshipped his cock. Then she climbed on as he sat on the toilet and bounced joyously on his manhood until she had a magnificent orgasm in which she had to bite her palm to keep from making noise.
The dream was fresh in her mind, and she noticed her panties were soaked. She glanced at the man sitting next to her, worrying that she might’ve moaned in her sleep, but he was just waking up as the stewardess told the passengers to put their trays up and their seats in the upright position.
Her family waited for her outside the gates. She was so happy to see them after almost a week. When she saw her husband, she felt guilty for how much she enjoyed fucking the faceless man in her dream. Then she felt silly for feeling guilty about a dream. She’d get over it by fucking him hard when they went to bed. She was still aroused and she loved to fuck. She hadn’t really realized how much before.
After a day to recover, including a night of amazing sex, she settled back into her old routine, heading back to the office to make deals and change lives. Then on a Thursday afternoon, as she got ready to leave work, her phone rang. The name that showed was just “Natalie”. She had obviously programmed it in, but she couldn’t remember why she hadn’t put in a last name. She knew three Natalies through work and socially. Which one was it? she wondered. Only one way to find out.
“Hello?” she answered. Hearing a voice speak, her posture relaxed while her voice became more sensual. “Yes, just a moment,” she said. “Honey, I gotta take this. Can you handle...
