Feedback (Written by Dom-Plays-With-Dolls)

    

Thesecretsubject has become the go-to hypno-kinkster to watch. She’s incredible at what she does, and remarkably down to earth, as well.

Like, let’s look at this gif.

Look how casually she adjusts her hair real quick, establishing a sort of devil-may-care dominance right out the gate. No need for an aggressive motion, no need for words. You know who’s in charge.

And if there was any doubt, she reveals it. It seemingly just materializes. And before you can register where it came from, what it’s for, why, you just…start to sink…

She doesn’t need to swing it. She doesn’t need to spin it. She doesn’t need to try.

She just needs to show it to you.

It’s a threat. A sexy promise. A reminder of how little control you actually have over your own consciousness once she appears…

…

And she also has a hilarious YouTube page that doubles as remarkably hot (and free!) hypno content.

She’s carving an impressive place for herself in our community, and I’m stoked to see her go even further. (From Dom-Plays-With-Dolls)

Entranced Ideas: Collar-Gate

What are you going on about now Secret Subject?

One of the best things about being part of the online hypno-kink community is the fact that you get to meet so many amazing people from around the globe. The world seems to shrink just a little because you have access to the experiences you can partake in together with only a few clicks. However the distance is also it’s worst quality too.

It is with no shock to close followers of mine that I have a few people who I am not only best friends with but who are subs of mine and who I adore completely. I often have to count my own blessings to have such people in my life and although I won’t name them this is something we discuss often. For the longest time I have been wanting to buy her a collar, so with Entranced coming up and us meeting for the first time IRL I decided I would do just that (image above). I have to say I am very happy with it and when I showed her the reaction was the cutest damned thing I had ever seen so I think I did okay.

Now anyone who knows me should know by now I am a sucker for theatricality. I love theatre and I think that sometimes a bit of drama in a scene just makes for a better experience. I am also a huge music fan and music nerd. Auditory through and through. Music always gives me ideas, inspiration and gets me into moods. So this idea came from a song. Church By Fall Out Boy.

Hearing it takes me to places I haven’t been able to explore in my dominant side yet and make me excited to get the chance to in person. It gave me flashes of seductive eye fixation, gothic attire, candles and just a hint of brainwashing.

The Idea

So these are my plans for a perfect collar ceremony. (Again, I told you I’m into the theatre)

Step 1: Get all gothed up, very important for ambience and such. This is a big deal for me being the first time I collar a sub and I want it to be a big deal so setting the scene is something I take pride in.

Step 2: Have collar ready in its bag and in a place for easy access.

Step 3: Have submissive (in this case my pretty, little doll) ready for some intense mind shattering (pre-talk and consent negotiations because safety first friends! This covers in and out of trance safewords)

Step 4: Sit on bed with submissive, make sure everyone is comfy and ready. This is also the part where we will decide whether or not to let out close friends be present or not.

Step 5: Start eye fixation induction. With the amount this is being training at the moment this will take approx. 2 seconds to happen..

Step 6: Fractionate, mix with mantras that where previously installed. This will consist of dropping and waking mixed with questioning to cause some confusion, amnesia and very fast conditioning effects. Will also get the level of submission I would be looking for to start the next part. (This part will take the longest IMO because fractionation is my favourite as you all know quite well by now.)

Step 7: Start engaging orders. (Mostly about kneeling) Once on knees project ‘Good Girl mantra while I continue to whisper’ can start.

Step 8: Start installing bell triggers for collar. This is mostly also where I will hype up the sensations so that by the next step I have built in everything to her collar that we would like to happen, and so she is very obedient and ready for the collar.

Step 9: Remove collar from bag. Dangle in front of face. Remind her that if she wants it she will need to beg me first and show me how badly she wants it. (This is rather mean as she’s been waiting for it for a while now…)

Step 10: Stroke her cheek, tell her how much of a good girl she is for me and finally place the collar around her neck, fasten. Ring the bell for the first time and watch her melt into a puddle of pure submission. (Make sure to add a few “Who are you, and What are you’s” in there for good measure.

Step 11: This can go one of two ways,

11a: Play around a bit more with the heightened obedience, train in some new tricks or mix in a few other plans at this stage.

11b: After care her to hell and back with a famous Secret Subject “I don’t hug but for you I will make an exception”. Where I place her head in my lap and gently stroke her hair, all the while whispering things to her and reminding her that she is such a good girl for me and that I am so happy she is mine.

Friendly reminders: (This is mostly for me, think of this as a lesson plan of sorts) safe word checks at a few points and if anything happens skip straight to the end and aftercare it out.

Entranced Ideas Part 2: Brainwashing Chamber

Picture this.

You find yourself in a dimly lit room, the only light to guide you being the candles scattered around the floor.

You try to move an arm. It’s stuck. Bound. Tied to the arm of the chair that you wake up on. How you got here you aren’t quite sure, but you do know that you are helpless.

A dark figure emerges from the shadows, a woman. You are just faintly able to make out her features. Pale skin, painted dark lips with a wicked grin and hauntingly deep, captivating eyes. So entrancing that the second your eyes meet hers you know you are done for.

You try hard as you can to look away but you can’t seem to rip your eyes away from hers. It all seems too difficult to even entertain that thought, so you stare on. Noticing with each passing second you start to fade into her spell. It almost feels vampiric the way she feeds off your energy and drains your will so fast. All in a single glance.

You feel your body start to grow limp.

Heavy.

Sleepy.

You relax into the feeling, knowing how good it feels just to give into her power.

You are helpless to do anything but give in.

You are helpless to do anything but let her take your mind.

Your body.

Your will.

That’s when you notice her moving towards you. She has something in her hands that you can just see in your periphery. Headphones.

Its at that moment you know then exactly what she has in store. As you continue to stare up at her and she inches ever closer. You know now she has you in her trap. Her snare. Her grasp. But you have been this whole time.

You start to remember why you are here. You start to recall the memories she borrowed from your mind. The games she told you about all those moments ago before she dimmed the lights, tied you up and blanked your mind.

You know exactly what is to come, you did all along.

This isn’t the first time you’ve played this game with her, with your Miss and it won’t be the last.

Headphones on.

Time for reprogramming Doll.

Entranced Ideas Part 3: Brain Break

So something that my friends and I talk about a lot is smashing brains. It stems from a running joke about the “Frying Pan Induction” which in reality is COMPLETELY off the cards but sparked debate.

Now some people would say, “Secret Subject, why in the hell would you want to break someone brain into a million pieces?” and to that I would respond, well. Haven’t you ever thought about what it would be like to be so mindless that the mind isn’t even there anymore? Haven’t you ever pondered what it may be like to have your mind gone to the point of not existing? And this isn’t to say that in reality brain breaking wouldn’t be very harmful, because it is, but we with hypnosis can imagine worlds of possibilities and this is one of those moments where the unthinkable can become possible.

So when I told my friend during a battle of ours, “I could smash your brain to smithereens!” He said something I’d never considered. “No you couldn’t, brains are made of squishy matter, they can’t smash.” This gave me an idea.

My latest parlour trick, involves some complex imagination and rapport with the trancee, but once established can be very fun to observe.

The trick goes as follows:

Imagine I have in my hand a beaker.

Inside this beaker is liquid nitrogen.

Imagine the steam that pours from it, you can imagine how cold it would feel if I were to be a little cheeky and pour this over your brain,

Right?

Of course you can imagine that.

It’s like that feeling of ice. Cold. Hard. Ice. You can remmeber how it feels in your hand. Well imagine that feeling but over your mind.

So as you imagine me pouring that liquid nitrogen over your mind you can feel it start to get cold.

And the funny thing about freezing your mind is it also freezes your thoughts.

Everything just frozen.

And now that it’s frozen, I can take my hammer, line it up and…

Smash.

As your mind shatters into a million tiny pieces.

Leaving you empty.

Mindless.

Brainless.

Completely shattered.

That is until I find all the pieces of your mind, collect them, mould them back together and pop them back inside your head.

POP.

Just like that, and your mind thaws out, back to normal temperature and back to how it was again.

I have a feeling I am going to have fun with this one at Entranced, especially with certain friends of mine… :P

XOXO The Secret Subject

Entranced Ideas Part 4: Pink Lipgloss

There is something so satisfying to me about makeup. To me makeup has the power to change, to transform. The lipstick alone sets the tone of my look.

Black lips give me the power to be more dominant.

Red lips are seductive and sexy.

Clear gloss is natural and pretty.

Pink is silly, girlish and bubbly.

Something always comes to mind when I look at my sparkling pink lip gloss. I bought it for my birthday as part of the My Little Pony makeup set and really haven’t worn it much. My tastes have changed since then. But still there is something magical in that tube of gloss, something transformative.

Now inexperienced in sexual pursuits as I am, I do know about on thing. Kissing. I’ve been told by many of my ex’s that it’s something I am fairly good at so I hold my standards high. A good kiss can do many things, especially when tampered with by hypnotic means.

So imagine this.

I am sat at the corner of the bed. Mirror in hand. Meticulously applying a pink gloss with such precision. Such ease. Like a well rehearsed dance between the applicator and my lips.

You stare. Your eyes helpless to do anything but watch as I cover my lips with the gloss. Knowing that I have drugged it. Knowing that my spell is woven into each and every sparkling gem on them. Knowing that you will soon feel their power.

I place the mirror down and gently twist the gloss shut. My eyes catch yours as you feel the rising anticipation of what’s to come. My kiss. Your lips ache to feel the gentle caress of my drugged lipgloss as you start to imagine its effects.

First the gloss is transferred from my lips to yours, the sweetest of kisses mingling with a buzzing in your head, a rush of intense pleasure coursing through your entire being.

Then as I pull my lips from yours you notice a small smile creep across your face followed by a dazed giggle. The spell has you now and will start to eat at your intelligence. Piece by piece of your IQ slips into oblivion as you giggle more, as the pink, shiny gloss makes your mind pink. Horny. Stupid. You start gently twirling your hair as a your eyes become vacant. You smile up at me.

Finally you find yourself begging to do it again. Babbling something, “Like, can we do that again?” I chuckle to myself knowing all too well that our little make-out session would led you right to mindless stupor, so of course I lean over to gently caress my lips with yours again. This time lingering, pressing my tongue against yours, teaching your mouth the moves that will destroy your mind. The pleasure rising between us as you find yourself so confused, dumb and horny. Making you my silly little bimbo. A silly bimbo doll for me to play with. All the while showing you how soft my lips really are…

I pull away and gaze at my toy. Giggling your mind away you can do nothing but revel from the mind-melting kiss. Twirling your hair, sitting so pretty on your knees and giggling.

I wonder how long the effects will last?

Entranced Ideas Part 5: Magic Markers

So if you have been following my page since the start you’ll know I am a fan of body writing, but I have to say I really didn’t know how good it was until I found people who wanted to do body writing tasks for me.

My inner Femdom swoons when I wake up in the morning to find images of a task I had set for my sub, especially when the phrase on their body, marking their skin is something personal. Like art work plastered on my favourite person. It’s really a sweet token of submission.

Now where is this going you may ask? Well, good question dear reader. You see the tasks I have been setting and working on long distance gave me an idea for July.

Magic Markers

You awaken to find yourself frozen in place. A living mannequin, primed and pliant in place ready for what I have in store. This is something we have been working on for a while, with all the triggers lying dormant. Waiting patiently for the right time, until we were face to face.

I start to pose your arms, lifting them up to face the sky as I carefully remove your top. Your mouth unable to speak a single word but the muffles and moans of pleasure from being so completely controlled and helpless. Your eyes stare at me as your body is under my power, my spell, until I decide to release you. But for now you are my canvas and I will make your skin my masterpiece.

You notice the markers in my hand. A kaleidoscope of colours for me to choose from as I start circling your frozen frame. My mind reeling as I think of what I should mark you with, what I should make you into. You and I both know what these markers do, their special. magical powers. You see, each time I write something on your skin it becomes the truth.

You see me start to write on your legs, back, torso and arms as I move you around. Your body still frozen like concrete for you but a perfectly posed doll for me.

I start with some simple black ink. The colour of control.

“Submissive”

“Obedient”

“Controlled”

Then I move to red. The colour of pleasure.

“Horny”

“Aroused”

“Fucktoy”

Finally some pink. My personal favourite. The colour of silly, pretty things.

“Mindless”

“Empty-Headed”

“Doll”

And finally I find the perfect place on your stomach, just right for you to be able to see and remember exactly what you are.

“The Secret Subject’s pretty, little plaything. My mindless doll. Cherished, adored, and completely compliant.”

The next day after the ink has cleared you wake and walk to the bathroom. Out of curiosity you lift your shirt to find one word you didn’t see before. Though the rest of the markings have faded this one is so clear. Legible. Perfectly printed in big, black markings.

“MINE”

What We Do When The Door Is Closed (Part 2)

Yes, finally I have gotten around to writing part two of the recount of what happens when I decide to brainwash a very good girl into being a more submissive good girl for me. @little-alicin-kinkland and I had planned before hand that we would do a brainwashing scene and I made three files (patreon people also may have secret copies of) called “The Demise Files”. These are intense submission based loop files which work to overload the mind and fill it with pure submission and I have to say watching the effects in person were quite lovely. Anyway here is part 2 of what happened once I kicked everyone out of the room and had Alice to myself…

Themes: Femdom, F/f, BDSM, D/s, Brainwashing

You look at me with half shut eyes and I know you are ready for round two. I take the head phones and place them back on your ears, you look so helpless, bound to the chair, lost in obedient bliss already, but we can push this further. I knew these files would hit your mind, like shattering a pane of glass I can see the cracks in your mind starting to form as I watch you melting before my eyes. It’s only a matter of time before you are simply putty in my hands and I can really make you mine.

I decide to add fuel to the fire, already starting to burn through your mind. Taking my sharpened nails I run a gentle hand down your back. You start to squirm in your seat and I know I’ve found a button I can exploit a little, tease you even further into my control. I check the time on the file, five minutes, smiling to myself I continue to claw into your arms and gentle caress your face. Small sighs escape your lips which only spurs me on. This second file is clearly starting to take effect as I can hear the faint chanting of “obey” over and over, so gentle and under your breath.

The file ends and I can tell the effects have worked perfectly. The word, obey, continuing to softly spilling from your lips as I take off the headphones, untie you and spin you around to face me. I sit perched on the bed, perfectly placed where I can see my broken, little, doll.

“How are you feeling Alice?”

“Obey.”

“Awww now that is cute. You just want to obey?”

“Obey.”

“Such an obedient girl…”

“Obey.”

“I think you are ready for your new collar.”

I take the pink collar off the dresser. It’s a stunning shade of baby pink, just how you like it, with a large bow and silver bell. The bell rings gently as I pick it up and I notice your excitement. Moving your hair gently to the side I place the collar around your neck and close the lock. Lifting your head slightly I cup your chin and look right into your eyes.

“Now Alice, this collar is a special collar because this collar is the collar of mindlessness. You see, each and every time I ring this bell *ring* just like that your mind will come back to this feeling. This feeling of mindlessness, this feeling of obedience, of being so helplessly brainwashed and controlled for me. And each and every time the bell rings while you are wearing it with me you can just find this feeling of being so mindless, so obedient, so empty and brainwashed growing stronger and stronger with each ring of the bell. Do you understand?”

“Obey.”

“Excellent, you are such a good obedient girl for me.”

It’s at this stage I have to make a choice. I could continue to drive you further into the brainwashed state, linking it to other feelings, but that lost, helpless look in your eyes makes me want to hold you, pull you close to me and never let you go. I choose the latter.

I remove the collar and start the process of waking you up. I can see even though you are “awake” you are so deeply fractionated that your mind is still swimming in fuzzy feelings. We climb onto my bed and snuggle for a while, my fingers massaging your scalp. Absolute bliss as I know I am the luckiest Domme in the world to have you hear with me.

And that was the last thing I can recall before we both fell asleep.

Charmed Update

So I have been overwhelmed with the support for my trip to charmed over the last week! A few people have been kind enough to donate to my ko-fi (which I’m using to save up for the hotel just in case) which is amazing and thank you so much!

I have a quick update to say my room is booked and my first set of flights are too! So, I will be flying out of New Zealand on that Tuesday and land in San Fran Tuesday morning. (Time travel woo!) I still have to book the flights to Baltimore both to and from but that’s for another time a little closer to the event.

If you would like to help me get to charmed there are a few ways you can support me.

Firstly being a follower on YouTube, here and reblogging/liking/commenting with feedback on my work is an excellent support. People sometimes underestimate the little things that are easy to do for support so that helps.

Secondly if you like perks and amazing audio/video work you can support me on patreon, I do believe I make it very worthwhile and produce content a few times a week for it. This is all kinds of secret stuff of mine that you can’t find anywhere else and starts from as little as $1 per month!https://www.patreon.com/thesecretsubject

Thirdly buy me a ko-fi! All my coffee funds are going towards my trip and my Christmas goal of getting a new microphone. So every little bit helps. https://ko-fi.com/thesecretsubject

Thank you so much for the support this far!

I cannot wait to keep it trancey with some of you this January!!!!

XOXO The Secret Subject

Dear Secret Subject

The following is an email from a fan posted with permission. 

Work and Illness has, sadly, gotten the better of me for much of February.  I wanted so badly to continue onto part three of the Entranced meeting story I have been working on for you.  The story will continue very soon, but I wanted to share some thoughts, some observations with you.

When I first ran across your audio last year, I really had no idea what to expect.  Your voice is so light and musical, and oh so relaxing.  Your audio files were a pleasant distraction, but not something I listened to daily.

Then, something happened…

I listened to a loop file of yours, a counting file.  It looped three and a half times and ended.  Without even thinking about it, I modified the file so it could be looped endlessly.  You and I were chatting at the time, and I emailed it to you.  What I didn’t realize at the time was that I felt compelled to work for you, on your behalf, modifying something that I would begin to listen to a few times a week - and then daily.  I can’t qualify the impact of this file on me, but it is reasonable to assume it was having at least a nominal impact on my thinking.

Weeks later, it dawned on me… I had asked for your permission to do work for you on something that would make me feel weaker and more submissive to you.  It hit me like a hammer.  That’s when I realized I needed a routine, and you had released your bimbo fractionation file.  I would listen to your deep and dumb arousal file and the bimbo fractionation file each night.  Some nights, I would have a bit more time, and I would loop them a couple of times.

One saturday morning, I had a chance to sleep in, and I immediately thought of starting my day with your audio on a loop.  I either fell into a deep trance or fell asleep listening to the audio loop.  I came out of it a couple of hours later, and I felt so strange.  My head was so cloudy, and I was having trouble sorting my thoughts.  I remember that I was trying to remember what I needed to do that day, and I couldn’t remember.  It was like having a word on the tip of your tongue, yet unable to recall it.  However, something else strange was going on.  As I came out of trance or woke up or whatever, my mouth was dry and hanging open.  I didn’t understand that until later.

I often thought back to that morning, and I used it as inspiration when thinking of the story I was writing for you.  At one point, you told me to imagine what would happen during that first meeting in person, if we did meet at the conference in Chicago.  At the time, I imagined that meeting, being awestruck to be speaking with you, excited to be able to talk to you and most likely, nervous and a bit submissive to be so near you.

Fast forward to mid-February.  I had been so busy, it was maddening, but I carved out enough time to listen to loop of your audio each night.  Then you released your lessons in being a dumb slut audio, and finally I realized what happened that Saturday morning, just a few weeks prior.

I don’t think that file is a hypnosis file.  In part, I believe that because I can remember the file, and I can remember how I felt while listening to it.  I listened to it and sunk into its power.  I can still remember your voice in that file…

Dumb sluts suck…

I was lying there, listening, and at that moment, my mouth opened.  I started to shake, and a part of me wanted to shut off the file, pull the plug on it, snap out of it, run away…but I couldn’t.

Dumb sluts need to count again…

I found myself muttering softly, repeating each line you spoke.  I couldn’t hear my own voice through the headphones, but I could feel the words reverberate out of me.

The other day, I found myself asking, “Please… please… please…?” over and over.  Then, I found myself on my knees, and without a thought, the mantra you installed came to my lips.

Am I dumb slut?  I don’t really know.  I don’t feel so different.  However, I remember that sensation so profoundly, of kneeling before you, expressing to you who and what I am.  In that moment, I was… I knew I was, and there was nothing I could do about it.

This whole time, I felt safe behind a screen of fantasy and imagination.  We can talk and share ideas and stories, but they’re just fantasies, right?  Everything is alright because my thoughts and fantasies and secrets and desires are safe, right?  None of this is real, my brain isn’t really being changed, right?

So what would happen if I was before you, meeting you in person for the first time?  I don’t really know - I don’t think I would have a great deal of influence on events.  I can imagine an interrogation chair, this came to me in a dream, where you take away my free will, my consent, my secrets.

This email is soooo long, I must apologize for it.  I will spare you a recap of dreams I’ve had these past couple of months, for the sake of brevity.  I truly hope you are doing alright and school is off to a good start.  I wrote this email initially a few days ago, but I saw your candid video and wanted to let you be able to process everything.  I know things are hectic for you, right now.

Please take care of yourself, and let me know if there is anything at all I can do for you.  I am completely at your disposal.

-Anonymous

The Seduction

I see you from across the room. Our eyes meet and I can see you start to blush. Everyone is lost in their own little conversations but I have your gaze in my grasp and that’s all I need. That inkling of control just by catching your eye.

I smile a wicked grin your way and I watch as you gaze at the floor and back into my eyes. No one barely notices a thing but we can feel that electricity between us, tension rising. You bite your lip as you start to look lost, unsure what move to make, secretly hoping I’ll take the lead.

I tilt my head to the side and give you a stare that sends shivers down your spine. How is it that you can feel this helpless before I’ve even touched you, before I have even spoken a single word. I blow a kiss your way and you are startled, the blush increasing as it spreads across your cheeks. You look around to see if anyone has noticed. They have not. You stare back into my eyes as I giggle silently to myself and wink at you.  

I stand up and walk my way over to where you are sat. Coyly I let my arm brush against your shoulder as I walk past. This is the signal you’ve been waiting for. You quietly excuse yourself from the group and follow me into the hallway, curious as to what I have planned yet anxious of what I can do. You aren’t fully sure what I am capable of just yet, all you know are you need to follow the eyes that can see into your very core, the ones you long to obey, you long to fall deep into. You need to see them again. 

As you round the corner into the doorway I ambush you. Grabbing your arms and pushing you up against the wall, hands above your head. You stare helplessly into my eyes as you squirm slightly, testing my strength as I hold you there so tightly. You are overpowered by me in more ways than one as you start to notice yourself captivated by my eyes, consumed by the gentle whispers dripping from my lips, and seduced by the mere thought of me and my eyes. 

I could do anything to you right now and you love every moment of this… 

…Shall we continue?

Part two coming soon. 

For more hypnosis files, videos and access to my private discord check out https://www.patreon.com/thesecretsubject

The Pen

This is a true story based off a session I did on the weekend. The following depicts hypnosis, hypnotic drug play, and a little bit of domination. 

I sat in my chair looking at you with an intense look on my face, deep in thought. We had been playing all week and I’d been telling you all about how I was going to drug you but with what I wouldn’t say. It was my little secret. I started to notice that you were giving me a suspicious look so I say, 
“Now, wouldn’t it be fun if I drug you a little?”
You look back at me and with a cheeky grin reply, 
“Not if I got you first…” 

Your hand reaching out to grab my face. I know the second it does I will be out like a light, chloroformed by you like I had been so many times before. I wasn’t about to fall victim to your tricks again, so without hesitation I grab a pen off my desk and plunge it into your leg. 

“Whoops, sleeping drugs…” 
I say with a giggle. I have you right where I want you and we both know it. Watching intently I see your face start to change, your eyelids drooping down, your body starting to turn slack as I place my hand on your shoulder, lean into you and whisper.
“Nighty night my love.” 

With that I push you back onto the bed and you fall with a muffled thud. Such a pretty thing, laying there so peaceful and completely knocked out. I snap my fingers twice and you wake up with a start. Eyes blinking rapidly as you sit back up, perched on the edge of the bed. Once again leaning into you I whisper, 
“And that’s not the only thing I can do… This one is a mind control drug.” 

Stabbing you in your forearm with the pen I can see your eyes change. This time they grow wide and spacey, I can tell you would do anything I told you. Taking your arms I pose you however I like, sticking your hands to your head and telling you all about the drugs effects such as leaving you blank and mindless and completely compliant for me. 

I start to whisper mantras into your head. Pulling your face close to mine I say, 
“I love to obey you Miss.”
You instantly start repeating under your breath, mindless, empty, and blank. I can see you are helpless to my control, to my whim. 
“Obedience is pleasure, Pleasure is obedience.”
The mantras changing as I whisper them into you and I know that must make you feel so controlled. That loss of control slowly working through your mind. 
“I love you Miss.”The wicked grin creeping across my face once more I sit back in my chair and watch the show. So in awe with how quickly this small trick escalated into more. 

Again snapping twice I wake you, and your eyes blink as your mind starts to come back to you. I smile and stroke your cheek gently. So proud and pleased with how you responded so quickly. Perhaps we will have to play with more drugs soon…  

There are so many other games we could play with my pen but for now I’ll just have to keep you guessing where this went… ;)