We're both alone together, doing nothing in particular I take out a...
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
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 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
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"
"Such lovely and helpful hands you have there, they're doing a wonderful job insuring this process goes smoothly."
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
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"
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
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
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"
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."
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."
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 had more purpose
And this would go down as the best play session you've ever had