Yogabot Pt. 03

Yogabot Part 3.

Mark texted me when I was wiping my hair dry, just out of the shower, saying he was on his way.

"Damn!" I thought. I wanted him to hurry. But here I was, dripping wet (in many ways), hair a tangled mess, stark naked in the bathroom. To make it worse, I realized I was so lost in my kinky slave-girl/robot/zombie fetish, that I didn't even eat lunch, so I was starving!

I did a quick of a dry job as I could. I wished I had time to take a razor to my pussy, but fortunately, the Bazillion wax I'd had for the Summer was holding.

I dug through the dresser to pull my only pair of yoga pants, and realized they were in the wash. Instead, I grabbed my pole vaulting shorts. These looked kind of like boy-short bikini bottoms. On the top, I grabbed a sports bra that ended about inch below the bottom of my breasts. Describing it, it sounds very sexy. But to me, it was more of a competition outfit and put my mind in gear to focus. In reality, I had worn it so many times, before so many people, that it didn't occur to me at the time that it might show too much skin or be a bit flashy to Mark. It was just the uniform.

I was pulling my hair back, still damp, and heading to the kitchen for a snack when the doorbell rang. I rushed to it, like my house was on fire.

He looked... well, the only word I can come up with is "amazing." His lean body filled out his polo shirt -- the kind he used to wear to tennis matches. He smiled when I opened the door and, for the first time in my life, he really took my breath away, and I found myself leaning into the open door,getting lost in his eyes, as if I were already in a trance.

He stood awkwardly, before I realized I was blocking his way in. I clumsily moved aside and only when he entered did I noticed he brought a bag with him. He went to the kitchen island and started unpacking.

"I hope you haven't eaten. I" he said while unpacking. "I was hoping I came early enough."

"No... Oh my God, Mark, did you cook?"

"Yeah, you know I like to. And it's fun to have someone to cook for."

Strangely enough, this centered me. Maybe it was because I was so hungry. But, really, I think it was because he showed a side of himself that I'd always liked. At his heart, he was a care-taker. That's why I hadn't liked his ex-girlfriend. He took care of her, and she never appreciated it, but always demanded more.

The pictures I had of him standing over me with a whip or as a commanding Svengali while I knelt enthralled on the floor dissipated. Or perhaps, more accurately, they morphed. I still saw him as a strong, confident man. And I still knew what he could do to me with his words and his eyes. But I also saw that he would always be someone who would take care of me.

I snapped myself out of my revere and rushed into the kitchen to get out the plates and glasses and open a bottle of wine from my copious stores. I am a girl who loves a good glass of wine.

It was strange. I had built this whole picture in my brain of how the scene would play out and it was all wrong. And yet, dinner was nothing short of the best time I'd had in months. We talked about food and work and friends we knew, and how envious he was of my apartment. We ate some of the most amazing pasta I've ever tasted. And I couldn't stop staring into his eyes.

I had dated some different guys. And had some good relationships. But for the first time in my life, in that weird moment, I felt like I had fallen in love. It happened so fast, it shocked me. I had the "oh my God... I'm in love" moment before I was halfway through my glass of wine.

Everything was just so right. It just seem that having him in the kitchen with me was the way it was all supposed to be. I'd had a bit of a crush on him before, but this was different. It snapped into place like a rubber band. And I couldn't even bring myself to think of the possibility that it would be unrequited.

After dinner we talked a bit, then he brought up the topic of hypnosis.

"I've been thinking about that. I think I'd like to try a particular kind of induction. You seem to have a good focus and I'd like to use that to relax you."

"OK. but I dressed for yoga."

"I can see that, well, at least I assumed that you weren't going to vault anything in here... although... I have to say, your ceilings are high enough. And I think we should try a little yoga later, but first I'd like to see if I can help you relax."

"OK, but.. I don't need help relaxing."

"K. You always have needed help relaxing. I mean, you are my friend and I love you for it, but girl, you have two modes -- do it, and do it faster."

"well, OK, I'm a bit competitive."

"A bit? That's like saying your PT was a bit uncomfortable. Hey, it's a good thing. But, K, I've always been worried that you don't turn it off."

"Well, I... is it that obvious?"

"Only to me. I remember hearing that you were the only vaulter that didn't go to the sauna after to wind down. But look. Part of yoga is relaxation. You stretch, and relax. And that's what moves your blood and keeps your body flexible and strong. And hypnosis can help. Besides, hypnosis isn't magic. It's just a heightened state of suggestibility. And it's easier to get there when you are relaxed. Trust me."

"I do, Mark. OK."

"First though, if it's OK, I'd like to try a couple more things -- kind of experiments, I guess, just to see how you respond. It will help later."

"Sure. How do you want me?" I bit my lip. It sounded like I was propositioning him. I suppose I was, but instantly thought it was a bad idea.

If he noticed, he ignored it.

"Let's try one right here on the stool. So here is what is going to happen. I'm going to snap my fingers and you will drop into a deep trance. It's really that simple. You just need to keep looking me in the eye and when I snap you will drop. You won't have to think about it. You don't need to think about anything. You don't need to do anything."

He held his fingers in front of me, his thumb tip and middle finger touching, ready to snap.

"You will watch my eyes, but know that I will snap soon and you will have no choice."

His words came faster and faster and it was hard to follow them.

"Your eyes will close. And you will drop. When I snap. I know your mind, below the surface is waiting for it. Waiting to drop into the blissfulness you need. I know you are anticipating it. I know you want to drop sooner. Your eyes want to close and your mind shut off. But you won't do it until I snap. Then you will instantaneity drop, without thinking and all I need to do is snap. Then all your waiting and anticipating can be over. All the thoughts of how badly you want it will be realized, All your thoughts can shut down when I.."

*SNAP*

I heard him snap his fingers. I saw them move. And it was like someone flipped a switch on my neck. I was gone.

I felt my body fall forward, but my mind never grasped the thought that I might fall off of the stool and hurt myself.

And I didn't.

I felt his arms catch me, which was good because I had no thought of catching myself. I was vaguely aware of the vibrations of his chest as he spoke, but completely zoned out on the words he said. It was like my experiences as a child, sometimes, falling asleep and listening to my parents talking quietly. Somehow, the sound was comforting, even if the words were unimportant.

My memory of what happened next is fuzzy. I heard his voice, but frankly was more aware of his firm chest vibrating with his words. My arm moved. I suspect he moved it. But, honestly, I may have done it without realizing. I felt motion as he pushed me back up into a more sitting position, but still held me. Then his strong voice saying "Wake Now," commanding, firm, confident, but without a trace of anger or hubris.

My eyes fluttered open slowly. But I kept myself buried in his chest, enjoying the feel of him. I took a couple deep breaths. And, looking up at him, slowly detached myself and pulled away.

"Wow." I said when I could find my voice, "what happened?"

"You don't suck at hypnosis," he said with a smirk. "I used a speed technique that street hypnotists use. It can work with some people -- most, in fact. But it usually doesn't take people very deeply. You, on the other hand, are a natural."

"Wow." I impressed myself with my ability to repeat monosyllabic words. "Do it again."

He smiled. "You liked it?"

"Yes. It was amazing. Weird. But a good kind of weird. It's like, for a moment, I was a child again, not having to think or do, just hearing you murmuring... well, something".

"What do you remember?"

"Not much. Your chest kind of vibrated, but it was warm and soothing."

"Do you remember when I lifted your arm?"

"No. Yes. Kind of. I felt it move, but really wasn't aware of why."

"hmm."

He looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing. "Let's move to a more comfortable seat. Why don't you sit on the sofa, and I will grab a chair across, so I can watch you."

Once I was seated comfortably, kind of leaning back and stretching out, he continued.

"I'd like to try the same thing again. But here's what will happen. I'm going to take you down again, then deepen you. Then bring you back up. Then drop you again. I will keep repeating that a few times. Each time, you should go a little deeper. This kind of induction sort of teaches your brain to drop quickly. by the third or fourth time up and down, you should get progressively deeper until you can drop into a deep trance without any hesitation. Based on what I just saw, it may not be needed. But I'm sure you will respond even more quickly and deeply each time without even thinking. You don't have to do anything. You won't even have to try, it will just happen. In fact, based on what I saw, I don't think you can resist. I think if you try, you will just drop that much faster. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good, are you OK with it?"

"Yes, sure. I can't wait. I want to."

"Alright, K, you know what's going to happen. It just happened. You know that deep down, you don't want to fight it. So if you try, it will just make it deeper. You just experienced it. I snapped and you dropped. Instantly, you went down deep. No thoughts, no cares, no resistance. I know you want it. You remember how amazing it was. You remember how quickly you dropped. You know you want it, but need to wait for it. You know that when I snap you will drop again. But you will find out that when you do, you will drop even deeper than before. You may not realize it, but inside you know it will be even more compelling and more wonderful. All you are waiting for is for me to snap, so your mind can close off and you can drop into an amazing, deep, wonderful state, like you just were. I know how hard it is waiting for it. And I know that once I snap, you will feel so wonderful that the wait will be over and you can return to that amazing state, only even deeper than before. I can see your eyes begging me, intent on my fingers. I can sense how badly you want it. How you struggle to hold off and stay alert until I snap, not wanting to miss it. Your attention focused now completely on my fingers. Wanting them to move. Watching for any small tremble that lets you know you can drop. Needing it."

He was right. I was biting my lip with anticipation. I willed his fingers to move. I stopped blinking for fear I would miss something. I wanted to know if he could do it to me again. At the same time, I knew he could. I just wanted it.

"And you fall completely when I " *SNAP*

I was gone.

It wasn't like "Oh, I need to drop now". It was just this wave of light-headedness that passed over me, followed by a complete shut down. I'd never been a hard-core drinker. I was an athlete, unwilling to destroy my body. But on rare occasions, I had too much to drink, came home, fell on my bed without undressing and felt myself fade quickly into blackness. I had never passed out drunk on the street or at someone else's place. My defenses were too strong. But when I got home, locked the door, and fell onto my bed, and I knew I was in a safe place, I let go.

This was almost exactly like that. I felt the same wave of dizziness pass over me, followed by a strange assurance that I was in a safe place and let go completely. It wasn't something I planned. I didn't even think about it. Just like the feeling of pushing myself through the drunken need to collapse until I knew I was safe, I had held off until he snapped his fingers. It was actually a strain. But when I heard the "click", something told me I was in the right place to stop resisting. And I was gone.

The next thing I remember was "3... 4.. more alert now, almost ready... 5, your eyes open when the want to with no after effects of being deep, just a nice, happy, peaceful feeling."

I wanted to keep my eyes closed as long as I could. I wanted to stay there. It was very much like waking the morning after my drunken stupor and not wanting to open my eyes and force myself to move. "Please," I thought, "let me stay a little longer."

But my eyes blinked open. I was laying in the corer of the sofa with my head in the nook between the arm and the back, fully supported. I didn't recall shifting to that position and it took me a moment to get my bearings and remember where I was.

Mark was watching me. I gave him a gentle, sleepy smile that I'd reserved for a lover after sex,

"Hi." I said quietly.

"Hi. You OK?"

"Mmmmmhmmm... wonderful." I couldn't stop my afterglow smile. "So peaceful. Haven't been this relaxed in... long time...."

The words came slowly. I don't know what he said to me while I was out. But whatever it was must have been incredible. I wanted more.

"Are you ready to try again?"

"Oh God yes! that was... amazing... wonderful... perfect."

*SNAP*

"3... more alert now... 4... aware of your surroundings. On the next number, you will come back to full awareness as quickly or slowly as you like... "

"5"

This time, my eyes blinked a few times and opened. Then closed again.

"I love how you can do that. Can you do that any time? Or do I need to be focused?" I mumbled as I was returning to the world.

"Oh, based on your reactions, I'd say any time. But that is what the training is really for -- to get you conditioned to dropping quickly anytime, as long as you feel safe. I reinforced that while you were under. You can't resist as long as you feel safe. But if you don't feel safe or comfortable, you will react to the snap but get this wave of alertness that follows. You may still be open to my suggestions, but you will be aware of what is going on and do what you need to do to protect yourself."

"Mmmm,,, thank you. Do it again...."

*SNAP*

"4... 5... and wake when you like"

It was better each time. I had not thought it could be, but I was more relaxed and content in the afterglow.

*SNAP*

"5... and open your eyes NOW"

They popped open. I felt so zoned out. I had tried pot only once and hated it. But this was like being on the best high ever.

"Here. Sit up and drink some water."

I forced myself into a sitting position and accepted the glass. I notice that my mouth was a bit dry and was touched that he had thought of that.

"Let's chat for a minute, then I'd like to drop you again when you don't expect it."

"OK"

"So, tell me. Be honest, K. What are you really feeling? I need to know completely."

Words came to me slowly, as my brain fought through the fog. "Ummm... well, ummmm... like... I don't have words to describe how amazing I feel."

"Amazing how?"

"It's.. like... I dunno... afterglow from sex while you are high? Only I hate being high. I hate the way it makes me feel... like... out of control. But this? I dunno... I guess I still feel out of control. But it's different. It's more like... I dunno.. I don't need to be in control, so I can just enjoy the buzz."

"And you are OK with that?"

"Hell yes! I mean, who wouldn't be? It's amazing. It's like the greatest stress buster ever. Like I want you to do this every night when I go to bed."

I grimaced a little when I said that. It made me think of being in bed with him. Or maybe me in bed naked while he sat next to me and controlled me. It was then I noticed for the first time how aroused I'd become. Without thinking, I had clenched my thighs together not long after coming out of the trance in response to my mild vaginal spasms. I could tell I was dripping wet.

With an effort of will, I separated my legs slightly, afraid of accidentally bringing myself to orgasm right in front of him.

"ummm.. yeah... " I said, trying to distract myself, "it's amazing. But I can't see how it will... ummm.... you know... help with yoga? I mean I'm so relaxed and content and distracted now that I can't see how I would work up a sweat doing poses. I'd rather just curl up on the sofa and talk with your or maybe take a nap or just watch a mov--"

*SNAP*

"5... come up now, K."

My eyes opened with a sharp intake of breath. I had fallen over on my side on the sofa. I didn't even remember going down this time. It seemed each time it happened faster. I looked at the sofa pillow and remembered the wave of light-headedness wash over me. That was all I remembered. But somehow, it was all right. It was different than blacking out from drinking too much. I felt so consent and peaceful. And I knew I didn't remember because I didn't need to.

I sat up and looked at him.

"Wow."

"Wow?"

"It was just so... fast. So. I don't know. Complete? So, amazing."

"You feel OK? "

"Oh God yes! It feels like.. super good."

"Yogabot, activate"

Everything changed when he said that. I had this mental picture of a mouse pointer clicking on an app on my laptop. The app started and completely took over the laptop. Only, the laptop was me. The app was a bot. It was a robot yoga student. I was the robot. I was the app. My will, my personality, the girl I was vanished. Or maybe more accurately, the girl became hidden by the app. Just like the desktop gets hidden by the app. And the operating system or the hardware on my laptop existed only to run the app; the girl was there in the background. Her whole purpose was to make sure the app ran correctly and without interruption.

I heard a monotone, synthesized-sounding voice say "Yogabot active."

The girl behind the app knew that the voice was hers, just like the operating system of the laptop knows when the sound card is active. But she had no thoughts, except to make sure the app ran smoothly.

"Yogabot stand"

"Instruction accepted" and the bot, who was me, but not me, stood, bare feet flat on the floor, hands to the side, eyes straight ahead, because the Yogabot had not been told to do anything else.

Somewhere under, the girl that I had been knew that I was in my apartment. But there was no recognition. It was not my living room. It was just "here," with no concept of where "here" was and no curiosity or need to find out. The Yogabot app had not been instructed to investigate.

The robot that had been me stood for an unmeasured period of time. The app had not been instructed to measure time, so it did not. There was movement in the room. No doubt, Mark had moved the coffee table and was examining the bot. But the app did not care or even connect that information. The Yogabot just stood waiting for its next instruction. Meanwhile, the girl under examined the process to make sure the app was running without issue. If she/I found a random thought interrupting, she/I killed it like killing a rogue app on a laptop.

"Yogabot, Mountain pose now."

"Instruction accepted."

The Yogabot's hands stretched far above its head. The Operating System, who was the girl, instructed the app to stretch from the abdomen, since that was the proper way and the instruction must be followed properly or corruption could occur.