Fear of flying

I almost didn't write anything today. Just wasn't feeling it. Then I thought about a conversation, and a request. Saved my streak.

I hope you enjoy this. And I hope that sooner or later my dream of living as a writer of erotica will come true. (you can make it happen, if you have money to spare. Supporting artists means paying for art, after all).

God, I feel like such a shill when I do that. I'm sorry. I should probably stop. Let's get back to the story. It's a tale of hypnosis, slavery, and that most evil thing of all: commercial airlines.

Fear of Flying

Nick took a deep breath to steady himself. The medication was just starting to kick in, just barely taking the edge off, but it wasn't enough. Ever since he was a kid, planes had scared the hell out of him. He'd avoided them for so long, but it was time. It was time to get over his fear, and he had help.

She'd given him a hypnotic file to listen to. As soon as they finished taking off, he'd be able to put on the hypnotic file. It would make him forget about his anxiety, forget about the fear, and forget about the whole flight. He'd put on the headphones, and the next thing he knew, he'd be safe and sound in his hotel. At least, that's what she told him. If it didn't work, he'd just take another anti-anxiety pill, and it would probably knock him out.

He tried to focus on the safety lecture showing on the screen in front of him, but it didn't help. Everyone looked so crazy and helpful to a degree that made Nick think they were either psychotic or really, really high.

He clutched the arm rests as the plane taxied, closed his eyes as the force of the movement pushed him back against the seat. No one else around him seemed at all bothered by it, but Nick felt like he was being pressed through the completely uncomfortable chair. He felt like he left his stomach on the ground when they left it, and he felt the plane shake. He knew that it was just a matter of time before that shaking knocked loose a rivet, the plane exploded, and everyone died. Then he'd be justified in his fear.

Any second now.

He focused on his breathing, trying to stay calm. It made him laugh when he tried to imagine how bad it would have been without the first pill.

Finally, the little light turned off, and he was allowed to put on the headphones. He selected the file and pressed play.

There was gentle music, birds chirping. “Hello Nick.” Her voice was so soothing. So soft. The London accent made her sound so refined, so charming.

“Before we start, you have a choice to make. If you listen to this track, I'm going to help you sleep, help you forget your fears and help you get through your flight. Just like we discussed. It'll be perfectly safe, and you can just relax and let the words do their work.

“Or, you can skip to the next track. The next track has an additional layer to it. It will make you my slave. It will break down your will, implant suggestions, and make it so that by the time you land, you will belong to me all the way down to your bones. I'll never make you do anything you don't want to do; aside from the things we talked about, hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want to do.

“If you click to the next track, I will take away your free will. But no matter what happens, there will always be part of you that is fully aware. And if you ever want to break my conditioning, all you will have to is say or think the word 'revert,' and the programming will all go away. You still have complete control. But you can give up that control. You can let me have it, let me do with you as I wish.

“If that's what you want, click to the next track. If not, then you don't have to do anything at all. In a few seconds, I'll start the trance that will just relax you. And I won't be mad. It's your choice Nick. I will love you no matter what you choose. But if you want to be my slave, just click to the next track.”

Nick looked down at the ipod and chewed his lip. His hand shook as he hovered over the button, but he didn't wait long. He closed his eyes, pressed the button, and started the next track.

“You're listening to your enslavement track now,” her voice said. “If you don't want to be my slave, you need to stop listening. If you change your mind, you have to go back to the other track. If you don't want this, you need to stop.”

Silence for a few seconds. He opened his eyes to make sure that the program was still running.

“Good boy, Nick. I'm very happy that you decided to do this. I'm so proud of you. Now that you're ready to be my slave, I want you to take a deep breath. Take a deep breath, and relax.

“Focus on your breathing,” she said. “Inhale slowly, exhale slowly. Inhale my control. Exhale your free will. Breathe out your thoughts, breath in obedience. Breathe out, be empty. Breathe in, be obedient. In, and out. Just relax. You're safe. Relax. Let go. Be free, be safe. Be mine.”

Nick leaned back as far as the chair would let him and closed his eyes. He breathed in, thinking about being obedient. He breathed out, letting her think for him.

A double tone woke him up. He opened his eyes and stretched a little bit. All around him, people were getting up, getting their bags from the overhead compartments. The plane wasn't moving, and Nick could see the line waiting to get off the plane. The stewardess -flight attendant?- was already saying goodbye to people and wishing them a good day. She was thanking them for flying, exchanging pleasantries with a painted on smile.

Nick rubbed his eyes and joined the line. The pill must have knocked him out. The last thing he remembered was sitting on the runway, getting ready to take off. According to his watch, that was six hours ago. The flight must have been delayed; it was only supposed to be a one hour flight. The whole idea was for a short first trip. He was supposed to land at four, but it was already almost nine.

He didn't remember the delay. Just as well. So it would be dark when he went outside. No big deal.

He looked around, waiting to get off the plane, thinking he was Minnesota, right where he was supposed to be. He got off the plane and headed to baggage claim. It didn't strike him as odd that people all around were speaking with British accents. There's no law against the British coming to Minnesota.

He didn't realize how strange it was to see the sun shining.

It wasn't until he got outside and went looking for a taxi that he realized that things were different. He looked at a clock, expecting to see that the clock would match his watch. But the clock said it was three thirty five in the afternoon. Not nine. Was his watch broken?

She was waiting for him at the taxi stand. She smiled at him, at his confused look. “I'm very proud of you,” she said. “Three flights in one day. And you seem so relaxed.”

Nick gave her a confused look. She smiled and laughed gently. “What are you talking about?”

“Look around,” she said. “Where do you think you are?”

He was about to answer, but she held up one finger, and that made him stop. She gave him a look and made him really look around. He saw the black cabs. The style that was just subtly different from what he was used to. The polite tones of voice he heard. Bit by bit, things fell into place.

“Am I in London?”

“Indeed you are, love,” she said.

“How?”

“You bought a ticket here when you landed in Minnesota yesterday.”

“Yesterday?”

She nodded. “You don't remember.” It wasn't a question. She smiled and put one hand on his shoulder. “It's okay, sweetie. I know this is a lot to take in. Why don't we talk about it when we get back to my flat?”

He opened his mouth to ask a question, but she held up one finger. He stopped, stared at her finger. She made a little movement with it, said something he didn't catch--

Then sat him down on the couch in her flat. He almost jumped out of his skin. “How the hell did you do that?”

She laughed. “Do what love?”

“We were just at the airport.”

“That was an hour ago,” she said. She smirked at him. “I see my commands are working.”

“What commands?”

She sighed. “Don't you remember?” she asked. “You asked me to make you my slave. To hypnotize you.”

“I don't remember that,” he said.

“You did,” she said. “And now you're completely under my control.”

Nick frowned, realizing he should be angry. But try as he might, he wasn't mad. Wasn't scared. The idea of being under her control didn't bother him at all. Not the slightest bit.

She smiled. “It's only as permanent as you want it to be,” she said. “If you ever want to stop it, you know how. You'll regain all the memory I've blocked off. Of course, then you'll remember the traffic on our ride here, and it won't seem quite so magical when I make time jump for you. Is that what you want?”

He opened his mouth to answer. Part of him demanded to be set free, demanded that she couldn't control him, that his mind was his own. But that part of him was too small, too quiet. He closed his mouth.

She smiled even wider. “Excellent choice, my little slave.” She held up her finger. He stared at it. “Now, let's get you more comfortable.”

He blinked, and suddenly he was on his knees in front of her. He was completely naked, his mouth stuffed with a gag. He crossed his eyes and saw a giant dildo sticking out of his mouth. His hands were bound behind his back, tied at the wrists, then pulled together, laced in leather, all the way up to his shoulders. He was sore and uncomfortable, but it didn't matter. He was happy.

And she. She was gorgeous. He could smell how turned on she was. Her knees were weak, her skin sweaty and flushed. She was still wearing a bra, but nothing else. He started to blush at how naked she was, so suddenly, but then realized that aside from the gag and the arm binders, he wasn't wearing anything either.

He glanced to the side, towards a window. Full dark had fallen.

She looked down at him and smiled. “Welcome back,” she said. “Are you ready to go again? Do you really want to just spend all night like that, letting me fuck your face, cumming again and again while you just kneel there? Are you sure?”

Nick nodded, though he wasn't sure why. But when he thought about it, she was right. That is what he wanted. He wanted her to use him for her pleasure. He wanted to suffer, to feel pain and discomfort. He wanted to be so close, so teased, without release. He wanted her to pull that giant dildo attached to her face in to her crotch. He wanted her to fuck his face, to make him smell her orgasm. And then-- then he wanted her to whip him bloody.

Just the thought of it turned him on. The thought of her using him, abusing him, completely ignoring his desires, his cares, or his desire to cum- it turned him on so much. More than he could ever remember being turned on.

“You're positive?” She asked. “You really want me to do all those things you told me about? You really want me to tease, tease, tease, never giving you release?” He nodded. “You really want me to have fifty orgasms before you get one?” He nodded again. “You want me to beat you until I get tired?” Another nod. “You just want to be my slave?”

Nick didn't have to think about it. Didn't have to hesitate.

He just nodded.

And she smiled. Then moved closer, put her hands on either side of his head, and guided his face dildo into her. She moaned softly as it went in. Then she laughed.

“If you insist,” she said.