Part I: The Blonde looks down at you lying on the leather sofa in her office.Part I: The Blonde looks down at you lying on the leather sofa in her office..... "You don't understand poor baby. You don't understand that I can do absolutely anything I want to you. You are powerless to stop me." she thought. The Blonde was right. But you didn't want to believe it. The drug -- you weren't sure how she administered it, or what it was -- but it made you like putty in her hands. It didn't make it any easier that she was younger than you, or that she was beautiful. You were fully conscious of what was going on, but helpless to do anything about it. You couldn't ever seem to remember anything about your secessions with her after they were over -- it was like a dream. She flipped her long blonde hair back, smiling, completely in control. Self-assured and she knew it. She knew she controlled you, but it was what she DIDN'T know about you that had you worried. No! She couldn't possibly know any of those nasty, naughty little secrets you kept from even your most intimate partners. Could she???!! "Come on, lay back and relax, 'Little One.'" She liked calling you that because it made you feel inferior to her, somehow weaker, more submissive. She jokingly nicknamed you that early in the process. She didn't know just how close to the mark she was! "Lay back on the couch and tell me what you know you must tell me, what you know you really want to tell me. Come on now, be sweet, Little One." It wasn't suppose to be like this!!! It was suppose to be cold and professional. It was suppose to be distant! She was suppose to be a professional. More than that, she was an employee. Yes, not only an employee, but she was nowhere near your EXALTED corporate rank! But it was YOU who was complying.....YOU who lay on the couch. Like in a very relaxed trance. No will to fight, no stamina. A piece of you was very much aware of the potentially dangerous position you were in. Very much aware that this girl was on the edge of pulling down that carefully crafted facade you perfected over years of anxiety. It was terrifying. Knowing there wasn't anything you could do to stop the process was terrifying. You understood the danger, you felt the fear, but all you could do was watch and TRUTHFULLY respond. |