The rain wakes me up in the mornings, these days. I'm up so early, and I sit on the bed watching the rain fall. The bed is pushed up against the window, and the will is only a few inches above the level of the bed - so I sit with the window open, watching the rain fall outside.
Next to me, Alison stirs. She usually wakes up much later than me.
We've moved out of town. There's a lovely place just outside of town, high up, with a gorgeous view of the sea in the distance and rolling hills all around. It is so quiet where we are living now.
This isn't our place. We both live with that guy who used to live next door. He won big on the lotto, or something, and the first thing he did was to buy up this property and move out. Second thing he did was to install me and Alison in his place with him.
I don't know what he wants of us; he doesn't sleep with Alison. And he only sleeps with me when I give him my consent. We don't do threesomes. Sure he's older, short and hairy, but he isn't gross. But he is really, really hot for some reason, especially when I'm near enough to him to hear him breathing.
I'm always falling asleep in this place. I think it's the rainfall.
Mornings are dark these days, towards the end of November. This Monday morning, though, I'm up early for a reason. I've got to discuss my essay with Professor Kennedy. Doctor Anita Kennedy is my tutor, and my master has asked me to bring her to him next.
Yes, for some reason I've been describing him as "my Master" for the last few weeks. He seems to like being called that. He also likes it when Alison calls him "Master," too.
He has worked with me in preparing the essay that I am to present to Doctor Kennedy. It is full of hypnotic instructions designed to induce a powerful state of trance in whoever reads it. I've done my research, and cited my sources - nothing about the essay turns up on Turnitin, because it is original. It just happens also to be very, very hypnotic.
It's 11:30 am, ad I'm waiting outside the Professor's. She's just come back from delivering a morning lecture, and she's told me to wait outside until she is ready to call me in.
I'm sitting here, listening to the rain drumming against the skylight. In the corner, the secretary Miss Stroud is filing, her fingers tapping across the keyboard. She moves the mouse, checking the screen, then looks at me. 'Professor Kennedy will see you now.'
Inside the office, Professor Kennedy is sitting at her desk. The rain is pouring down outside. The sound of the rain pounding against the glass is very soothing. The Professor is an elegant, mature woman with short hair going slightly grey. She is wearing a dark blue suit. I know that she has recently been divorced - her wedding photo is face down on her desk.
Her eyelids are already heavy as she stares at the screen. I sit and watch as she reads the article, scrolling forwards through it. The instructions scattered throughout my work have been having a cumulative effect on her, virtually from the first sentence; her eyes roll and she blinks, her head drooping and jerking awake, drooping again and jerking awake. And still she pushes through, oblivious to everything and everyone, utterly unmindful of her surroundings - probably not even aware of what time it is, or what day it is even.
'Do you want to sleep?' I ask her.
'Yes.' The whisper is barely audible. It comes straight from her unconscious mind. The Master told me to watch for this.
'Sleep now,' I tell her. Professor Kennedy rolls her head back. Her eyes close. She lets out a cough, and her body is still.
I leave it a few seconds, then begin. 'Anita,' I tell her, 'you can open your eyes and look around when I tell you. You, the unconscious, will be in control. Do you understand?'
'Yes.' Again, the flat whisper.
'You will do what I say. Do you understand?'
'Yes.'
'Open your eyes now. Look at me.'
I watch Anita open her eyes and look at me with calm eyes.
I fish around in my pocket for a piece of paper. 'Call this number.' I give her the number to call. Anita dials the number. A few seconds later, the Master answers the phone. Anita stares ahead silently.
'Yes,' she says, after a few seconds. Then 'Yes,' again, after a few more seconds. She starts to smile. A blush appears on her face. Her breathing deepens a little. She grunts softly.
After a minute of this, Professor Kennedy puts the phone down and spreads her legs behind the desk. She looks at me.
'Apparently, the Master says that Miss Stroud has read the essay before I did. Miss Stroud called him, earlier.'
I look at her. Her hand is dipping under the desk. 'Oh.'
Professor Kennedy sends for Miss Stroud, who enters the room a few seconds later. The Professor looks up at Miss Stroud.
'Hannah, I'm trying to find a hardcopy file. I don't think it's been scanned yet. Can you see if you can find it in the archive for me?'
'Sure thing,' Miss Stroud replies. 'What is it called?'
'It's called "White Horses," darling.'
Miss Stroud blinks. She shakes her head. The trigger takes effect. Her eyelids grow heavy. Her head droops. In seconds, Miss Stroud is sinking into a trance herself before my eyes.
'The Master told me something before he hung up,' Anita tells me. 'He tells me that Hannah and I are both yours to command.' Her hand is dipping inside her panties; she is masturbating furiously. As I watch, Hannah opens her eyes and looks at me.
'Well, then' I tell them, a huge smile spreading across my face, 'what shall we do today?'
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