A Vicious Circle

Melinda loved quoting Bruce Lee like that, loving the parallel of instructing a student or opponent who had no chance to win anyway.

"You won't be weak for long, just your mind while you sit here with me, thinking about the most natural and joyous act known to man. And which was that by the way, mind-blowing sex, or your arm being caressed by addictive fingernails? What does it matter? Pleasure is pleasure. Actually, I'll do you one better. What's pleasure times pleasure? There might not be a word to describe it yet, but I'm sure you know how do get pleasure like that, right?"

Melinda twinkling green eyes kept Vic eyes captive, waiting to be released into the arms of what she was suggesting. His fallible mind couldn't comprehend a way out or a means to leave. His only direction was forward. Downward.

"Right?" spoke almost sensually to him.

He blinked, his shoulders sagged, and she knew he was tipped over the edge. The gentle push from her words and he fell into the hole her fingers made, eyes first, anchoring the mind to fall with them. Melinda wondered how hard he was under their table as his listless smile grew wider as she stroked his arm in the middle of Vic's fantasy rendezvous with Melinda. That lasted for a good ten minutes before she saw the waiter coming their way. She quickly pinched and suggested he come out of the fantasy before he arrived.

"Are you alright sir?"

"He's fine, just got a little groggy,"

Vic continued to shake himself to wakefulness, nodding as if agreeing with Melinda, trying to keep from yawning. It pleased her to see that his wrist remained bound to their table.

"Sorry, long day. Check?" he looked at Melinda.

"Not yet; give us a few minutes please," she asked.

Watching the confused man leave them, Melinda quickly formed a new circle on top of the table that Vic responded to with a stern look at her face.

"Don't worry," she told him. "Our contest is over, but the fun continues."

"What?" he asked mystified.

The spellbound arm felt nails being dragged across it again, nerves anticipating more interaction. Just below the sleeve, she drew a circle on his bicep. Not a very big circle, and in fact the more she circled, the smaller it got. It took him a moment to realize she wasn't making circles, but a spiral. His confusion grew as his gaze lingered downward, squarely directed to the circle.

"Can you see what you feel?" she asked, willing him to see the same spiral in the ring she made that was being traced on his arm. He did see the outlines of Melinda's fingers making the circle, and his eyes followed an invisible line coiling its way into the circle's center. Looking at it made the tip of his finger ticklish to the air around it, nearly to the point of itching. It knew what to scratch before he did as the finger moved, towing his lesser-affected hand and arm to greet the circle. His finger touched the skin of hers, tracing the line only he could see, before penetrating the hole, as he was instructed to well before their lunch meeting.

"So good to see that still works on you. It works because it feels appropriate, doesn't it?"

Besides his submission, the little things about Vic always stuck out to her, like his nods that made him seem so shy despite how out-going he was. 25 years later, it was still among the cutest things she'd ever seen.

"Yes, you feel right as rain this way, wrapped up in me. And the tighter I hold you," Melinda told him as all the fingers of her hand closed around him, watching the affirming conditioning inside him shooting from his finger to somewhere deep in his center, blossoming from her suggestion. Stilled with his eyes closed, Vic's calm demeanor infectiously reached out to Melinda as well. She enjoyed the feeling for a few moments herself before her nail touched his index finger and ran it curvingly to the tip of his thumb.

"Your turn, Vicky-boy" she suggested, watching him form the last circle of their meeting.

She would've enjoyed watching Vic maintain a zen-like trance a little bit longer, but they couldn't spend all day there. The teasing of her nails around his circle's entrance was slowly breaking down that zen state he was in, first with gradually deepening breaths, then the subtle motions of his eyelids. As her finger inched its way to entering the hole, his lips parted at the rate of a sunrise. More than what she was doing with his and her fingers, she loved what was going on his mind. While the brain's structure has no real hole to speak of, his imagination graciously manifested the idea of Vic being literally mind-fucked somehow. Of anything Melinda had pre-programmed him with, this took the most effort, but delivered the best payoff. Watching him be on the receiving end of mental and physically-felt intercourse, totally unbeknownst to the public around them, she had to worry about being the one looking overly excited.

"You love getting taken this way don't you?" She breathed, fingering his circle with increasing vigor.

"MMmmmmm," Vic moaned. She couldn't get the passion out of his voice when they did this, so she restricted his responses to low moans.

"You'd be so embarrassed if you were conscious right about now, but no one knows but me, which is an even greater turn-on, yes?"

"MMm-hmmmmmm."

"How long can you last before it comes?"

He never could answer that question because he never knew, or how fast she would drive him to it.

"You know it only stays in your mind, all that your feeling. You feel it most in your head, and it maybe reaches your shoulders for now. Some of it will stay with you for the next time you release the, classical way. You know all this, don't you?"

"MMm-HHMMmmmmmm."

"Shhh," she admonished him, fearing that moan might've drawn attention their way. "The less noise you make, the more you will enjoy this. A silent orgasm feels so good. As silent as it is dry. All in your head, only in your head. And when your brain cums, all that leaks out is more pleasure and more deference to me. That's all you want."

Melinda fingered faster, and no one but her could see behind Vic's masked calmness, the excitement. Once she got him to a certain point, an instruction popped up in the middle of his intercourse, reminding him of how he could finally release. His lips finally parted just enough to utter "You win."

It all happened as if at once. He breathed sharply, closing his fingers around hers, her hand covering his, and his dry orgasm flooded and took other thoughts out of him. The effort it took not to thrash or move was monumental, but it being reinforced under her will helped.

Out of the corner of her eye, the waiter approached. She raised the hand not trapped in his grasp to signal him for the check, and he went back to retrieve it.

"Vic, time to leave the circle, come back to the here and now with me. Here and now, Vic."

It took a minute for Vic to come back, even longer to really come back to the reality outside of what she created for this meeting.

The waiter brought the check, noticing how drowsy Vic still looked.

"Yeah," Melinda said on his behalf. "I think this guy needs a nap."

Vic smirked at her, and after pulling out his wallet for the bill, started whispering sweet somethings her way, trying to make her blush.

She could only shake her head to keep from laughing. "What would your wife say to that?"

"Is that you saying yes or no to my proposal?"

Vic watched her walk to the front of the entrance. He followed behind and pulled her to him for a brief kiss, not caring who stared. Normally she hated public displays of affection, but she leaned into the kiss this time, enjoying it. She whispered "yes" to him before walking away from, expecting him to follow. An added lightness was in his step as he finally had an answer to his important question from yesterday.

She would make him pay for it later though. First an arm punch once they got outside, for sure. After that, some kind of tormenting lasting hours, maybe a day. The punishment would be worth it as it kind of riled her up enough to want to play more mind games with him. Maybe a different restaurant, maybe a different induction style, maybe implanting a faux spouse into his mind again; the last one especially in the future, as Melinda would probably find it hotter that way, already being his spouse.

In reality, they did meet occasionally over the years, but both knew each other well enough to know of their strong feelings. Relationships they had never lasted long as they never burned as hot as even their rivalry over an adolescent game. Every reunion the game was played, and the anticipation for them peaked when Melinda spiced things up erotic hypnosis in recent years, something he never thought he would've come to love. Asking in his own way to "not really separate again" was impulsive, but he did mean it, and asked no matter the consequences. Consequences even came with her "yes," as they knew she'd be the reigning dominant in their relationship, hypnosis or not. Their repeating cycle would only get tougher as they spiraled into inseparability.

They celebrated their grim fate rushing to the closest apartment or hotel to embrace it as soon as they could.