Hypnotizing the Babysitter Ch. 03

I took a ragged breath and found that my hands were shaking. "I ... I had no idea. All of this ... this 'Master' and 'Sir' stuff is the result of your Christian beliefs?"

She laughed and shook her head, but then her eyes shifted slightly, as if the comment had elicited inspiration. She shrugged. "I don't think I've ever really had faith, Master. Not like they all did. But, the idea has been there a long, long time. Even as a seven and eight year old ... before I began having ideas of sex and relationships, I would lie in bed and dream of my future mate. I suppose that's normal, to some extent. But while normal girls dream of teen heartthrobs, I always assumed that I would someday submit completely to someone who was chosen for me by the church elders. MY dreams ... were all of YOU, Master."

"ME?"

She laughed again. "No, not specifically of you. Of a man LIKE you. Kind. Supportive. Protective." She actually shivered with an over-excited thought. "Yes ... that, most of all. Someone to protect me ... from the taunts of others ... from the harsh realities of the world ... and later, from my own horrifyingly prurient thoughts. Oh, how the idea of sex excited me!" She shuddered again. "I KNEW I had no faith when I moved away from the church, to Thousand Oaks. But the nightly dreams remained ... the thought of finding a kind man to submit to, like Mommy submitted to Sir ... the thought of a man who would dominate me completely, like Sir did Mommy ... and protect me."

"This church of yours wasn't in California?"

"The church compound was in the desert, near Joshua Tree. I was sent to Thousand Oaks when I was fourteen. There was a big scandal in the church ... it was being investigated for various things, including violation of child labor laws and truancy requirements. The Prophet ... the head of the church ... was trying to reduce the number of adopted girls in the compound. He had taken three of them as his wives ... though they weren't married under state law, of course. I was never ... desirable to him. But, he convinced my parents that it would be best to send me away ... to live with Aunt Dorothy ... Mommy's sister."

"Teri's mother?"

"Yes. That was heaven ... being in a normal home, going to normal schools. She lived alone when I arrived. Teri had already moved out ... so there were no men there ... no Sirs. I spent every day in the library ... every single day. Heaven. I missed Mommy, though."

"But she was the one who taught you how to be submissive ... subservient ... to always do as you are told," I accused. "There probably would have been no 'Sir' if it hadn't been for her."

"Please don't hate her! She doesn't deserve hate! She was wonderful!"

"But she was weak. Weak, like you."

"Please, Master. I loved her! I always loved her!"

I suddenly had a real problem staying in character. The fact that her sentence was in the past tense threw me. Maybe I DIDN'T have it all figured out, after all. "She's dead? Is the life insurance payment for her?"

She gave me a brief questioning look but answered immediately anyway. "No, the insurance was just for him. He never even thought about insuring HER. They died together ... in Southern Mexico ... in some fighting between the military and one of the cartels. More than a hundred people died in that village. Sir and Mommy were just there ministering and doing other business for the church. That was three months ago."

"Before or after Bielman sent you away?"

"Almost at the same time. Just after."

"Tell me the truth, Dawn ... If it had been before, would you have given the money to Bielman ... your 'Sir' at the time?"

"I didn't KNOW about the money then, Master. I only just now found out about it. There were instructions from Sir ... from Daddy. He wanted to make sure I gave it all to the church. But the church just folded. The Prophet died two months ago, and his two sons were indicted for racketeering, drug dealing and money laundering, using the church as a base. The Federal Government confiscated all the assets. There was no church left TO give it to." She shifted nervously. "But ... in answer to your question, Master: yes. If I'd had the money then ... and if he'd asked for it ... I probably would have given it to him."

"Why didn't you give him the necklace?"

"I didn't have it. Mommy sent it to Aunt Dorothy in a small, unmarked package when she went to Mexico, asking her to hold it until she returned. Aunt Dorothy sent it on to me here in Maine when she found out about Mommy's death. That necklace must have been the only secret Mommy ever had from Sir. If he had known about it, I'm sure he would have made her give it to the church. The necklace let Mommy sleep ... let her dream."

"Last question: Where did the cell phone come from?"

I could tell she was flustered, but she answered quickly. "A private detective tracked me down at Tod and Teri's house. HE gave it to me. He had been hired by Dr. Jameson, who had lots of questions about the module. But after you started ... wanting me, I ... I didn't care about that anymore. I didn't contact him again after I KNEW you were my Sir."

I leaned forward and put both of my hands on Dawn's thighs. There was just one more thing to do ... one more thing that I hoped would take all of the wrong I had done to this woman and put it right. I now had to take a lie and make it the truth.

"I am going to hypnotize you, Dawn."

She looked into my eyes expectantly. "Yes, Master. Of course."

"I am going to change you. I am going to change the way you act. I am going to change the way you ARE. I am going to change the way WE are together."

She blinked, and her voice cracked. "How ... How have I displeased you, Master?"

"You have never displeased me, my darling," I said gently, and watched as tears flooded her eyes. "But when you awaken from this next trance, these changes WILL be made."

"Y ... yes, M ... Master."

"From this point on, we will be partners in life, you and me. For as long as it is your desire, I will be your Sir. But you MUST give me input ... you must advise me to the best of your ability. You must give me counsel and support, help us make the proper decisions ... together."

She was silent, and her eyes were wide with wonder. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Your mind will still be filled with sexual thoughts and cravings ... but from now on, you must discuss them with me before you act. I want to hear from your conscious self, and not just your subconscious. Do you understand that?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but she seemingly couldn't, and she nodded emphatically.

"I love you, and if you truly want my dominance and control, I will agree to always be your Master," I told her. She made a strangled little sound, deep down in her throat, and she began to move toward me, her arms coming up to embrace me, but I reached up and grasped her firmly by the shoulders. She wore a stunned expression of mute ecstasy, her mouth open in a shocked smile, her eyes flowing unabated.

"Rita and I must finish a period of legal separation," I continued. "And when that is over, I will command you to marry me. And then, I will command you to bear me another child. However, our children will never hear you call me 'sir' or 'master.' You will only use those terms when we are alone. In this house, they will not witness suppression or inequality. They will know only love and laughter, and learn that their potential in the world is unlimited." I took a deep breath. "But know this: If you now accept me as a true Master, I never intend to let you to leave. I will hold you ... in my arms and at my side ... from this day forward. You are mine ... forever; and I am yours. Do you understand that?"

She gave an impassioned, strangled cry and I released her from my grasp. She sprang toward me, wrapping her arms around me, burying her face in the side of my neck. I tried to figure out how to ease the pressure of those new ringlets against my chest, but I gave up and just held her while her crying went on and on and then slowly, slowly, slowly subsided. Gently, I pushed her back into her chair and reached into my pocket for the diamond necklace. With as steady a hand as I could manage, I held it before her smiling, sparkling eyes.

And then, I hypnotized the babysitter ... for the first time.

The End