@HypnosisCabbage: We're both alone together, doi...

We're both alone together, doing nothing in particular

I take out a marker and draw something on your hand

You think it's funny at first but before you know it, you feel like your hard won't move

You notice what I drew looks a bit like a chain

"Hand, peace sign" You hear me say

Without skipping a beat, you feel your index and middle fingers form a V together

"I have this fun ability" I tell you "Anything I draw a chain on, falls under my control"

You can't fathom that being true at first, but you can't use your hand

"You still dont believe me? Hand, secure the other hand for me"

You feel your hand release from its flashy signal and snap to your wrist, where it pushes it down into the table we were at

You try to pull your hand away, but the grip of your other hand is too strong

I draw a matching chain on your other hand and just like the other. It stops responding to you

You begin to feel a fight or flight instict start to well up within you

You push your chair away from the table to try and run away, but before you can-

"Hands, anchor the body"

Your hands grab the bottom of the chair you were sitting at and no matter how much you try, you can't lift yourself from it

"Such lovely and helpful hands you have there, they're doing a wonderful job insuring this process goes smoothly."

"You even managed to move away from the table to make it easier to draw, thank you, sweetie"

Despite your attempts to struggle away, I draw the next chain on your upper thigh

As you feel your control over it slip away

"Stop, you can't do this!" You protest

"I'm afraid I can, and there isnt much you can do to stop me at this point.

You try to kick at me, but with your stuck position, it doesn't get you far before I wrap my arm around your last free leg

"There we go, the last of your ability to fight back will be gone after this"

As the next chain is drawn on, your attempts at kicking away go slack

Your limbs which you'd taken for granted your whole life were now no longer your allies, but mine

"Arms, legs, stand at attention"

Your body snaps up instantly, your hands flat and stuck to your hips

"There we go, like a lovely manikin. Let's enjoy this process"

I draw the next chain on your stomach, then slowly draw chains up your torso, until I reach your heart

With the last chain, you notice a string amount of your apprehension starts to fade away

Your brain knows this is wrong, but your desire to fight has largely fluttered away

Still you keep protesting, you can't just give in like this

"Sweetie, I respect your struggle, but deep down, I think you might want this. To enjoy the thrill of being utterly captivated"

"Hands, move the hair away from the forehead and hold it in place for me"

As I start to slowly draw the final chain so close to your frontal lobe, you can feel your mind starting to get fuzzy

"And if you didn't want it, surely you would have said your safe word by now."

I lift my utensil away, as the fresh ink dries in its completed position

You're unable to struggle, unable to muster up any thoughts

Your existence amounting to being nothing more than just my canvas

"Brain, heart, slave personality."

You feel everything you were completely slip away

Your heart starts pumping so fast as you're flooded with a near unquenchable need to serve and make me happy

To be told what to do and obey it unquestioningly

Your body drops to its knees

You begin to kiss at my boots

You've never felt more happy

You've never had more purpose

And this would go down as the best play session you've ever had