The Persuasion Game (mf, md, mc, nc?)  2000, 2003 by Dreamfire. 

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Additional notes:

This story first appeared on the EMCSA in 2000. After a long period of being offnet, I realized that I miss having them up. Then, too, we have new people around the site. Feedback may be posted to the Forum. Please don't ask for my email. Thanks, and blessings.
This story owes a great debt to Wiseguy...both in 2000, and three years later. Thanks! 

For danasdream...then, now and always.

The email came in while he was working on an important presentation. 
An incipient frown on his face faded as he read the text, replaced 
by a slow, spreading grin. He canceled his appointments for the rest 
of the afternoon. This was the kind of assignment he really enjoyed.

As he left the office, he glanced over at the receptionist. She stared
 vacantly at the monitor without even looking up to 
acknowledge his passing. He made a mental note to himself: get her 
replaced. She definitely wasnt up to his high standards. More 
pressing matters needed his attention, though, and he whistled 
to himself as he unlocked the door of his sedan and pulled onto the 
freeway.

The text of the email contained the parameters of his mission. 
He reviewed it repeatedly in his mind until he reached his 
destination. As a result, he was prepared for what he found as he 
unlocked the plain white-painted door. He braced himself for impact. 

Sure enough, the short, redheaded woman hed been told to expect 
hurled herself at him, trying to get past. He caught her with an 
experienced arm and pushed her back onto the waiting bed. Now, now, 
theres no need for any of that! he admonished her. He kept his 
tone level, sounding almost surprised. We havent had a chance to 
talk and already youre trying to get away?

She rebounded from the edge of the bed and came at him again, then 
sagged as the door clicked shut and locked. He stepped to one side 
and let her try the knob. She tugged frantically for a few minutes 
as he watched, making no move to stop her. Suddenly she realized his 
proximity and backed up, eyes darting around for the safest 
location.

He knew she was surprised when he merely leaned indolently against 
the wall. Her expression was wary and confused. She still wore all her 
clothes, which was fine with him. It would make the game that much 
more amusing. Her green eyes were wide, pupils huge with the 
adrenaline that coursed through her. It took some effort to keep his 
smile friendly and neutral instead of lascivious. He managed it. He 
was, after all, a professional. He was used to controlling what 
people saw of his emotions.

She decided to go on what she assumed was the offensive. What do 
you want from me? she asked in a less-than-firm tone. He wondered 
if she realized her voice was betraying her. I want you to let me 
go now.

He shook his head, tsking slightly. Weve only just met. I dont 
think its polite for you to go so soon. He kept his position. You 
certainly must be wearing yourself out, getting tired, since youre 
so tense. Why dont you sit down for a bit and relax? Im not going 
to move any closer unless you say I can.

She stared at him suspiciously. I dont trust you.

He shrugged and began taking a mental inventory of the rooms 
furniture and layout. One large bed, one table, bolted to the floor. 
Two chairs, and a bath to one side. Good. Standard. Do you have a 
choice? I dont think so. Lets make this more civil, shall we? I 
know youre tired and need to rest.

Recognition flashed through her face as she was about to sit down. 
No! I know what you want. Youre trying to make me think Im 
helpless, vulnerable. It wont work! Im not. You cant have me or 
break me!

He loved her in that moment as she stood there, fists clenched, face 
red with anger and embarrassment, so alive. He smiled with genuine 
warmth. No. I cant break you. I can only show you what you already 
know to be trueconvince you of what you already believe. You accuse 
me of trying to make you think youre helpless. In truth, you 
already know you are. His voice was almost sympathetic. Youve 
already broken yourself, and soon youll understand, little one.

The thrill of the game began to rise within him as he watched the play of 
emotions in her expression. Im sure I know what youre feeling, 
he cut her off as she opened her mouth to speak. Angry and afraid, 
trying to hang onto the shreds of hope that youll leave this place 
the person you were when you walked in. Those are all valid 
emotions.

"You can't know what I'm feeling!" she protested. He noted her fists 
loosening slightly. She had expended some of her ire already. Still, he 
didn't want to waste the time it would take for her to completely wear 
herself out. 

"Of course, I can't experience those emotions with you. But they are real
and valid. I accept that, and I certainly hope you do as well," he told her.

The confusion on her face grew as he continued, evenly and 
rationally. Its natural for you to feel them. The problem is that 
they dont help you now. All they do is wear you out. They make it 
hard for you to think clearly. If you listen to me, everything will 
be clear. I can tell you what you need to do. You just have to 
listen to me.

I dont want to listen to you! I want to get out of here! She 
hugged herself, the shirt pulling tight across her breasts. He 
didnt give a sign that he noticed as she continued Let me go! You 
have to let me go!

He went on as if she hadnt spoken. If you listen to me, itll be 
so much easier. All these outbursts are just wearing you down. You 
cant think when youre all upset. You need to relax and sit down 
and be calm. Just be calm and relax.

She stared at him, then abruptly shook herself violently. No! Im 
not listening to you. Youre trying to hypnotize me or something! It 
wont work. She put her fingers in her ears and repeated Im not 
listening to you!

He let her carry on like that for a few minutes, knowing she would 
soon get uncomfortable and tired of her chant. Sure enough, she 
peeked up at him. When she saw he wasnt speaking, she unplugged her 
ears. Without missing a beat, he went on. That must have hurt a 
little, your fingers in your ears. Your ears are so sensitive. Its 
not good to scratch them that way. Next time you do it, it will 
really hurt. I wouldnt want you to hurt that way. I know you dont 
want to do that again. Deep down, you really want to listen to me 
and what I have to say.

He was getting to her, he knew. She started to pace. He remarked 
smoothly Theres a chair there you can sit in. Its easier to 
listen when you sit, although I know youre listening anyway. You 
cant help it. Youre curious as to what Im going to say, and you 
really do want to hear. Part of you is already yearning toward me, 
longing for comfort. You know I can give it to you. Even as you 
pace, part of you is hoping I come to you and hug you, reassure you, 
let you free.

Her shoulders tightened. He went on reasonably But that wouldnt 
do. I cant come to you. Then its not your choice, is it? And you 
want it to be your choice. You want to have had the illusion of 
giving in. But it would be so nice to come to me. It would be nice 
to rest...to let me reassure you. Even to sit down now would be so 
very nice.

She shuddered and clapped her hands over her ears. He smiled to 
himself. Her subconscious must have accepted the pain suggestion, or
she would have stuck her fingers in again. That meant her deepest
self listened to him and obeyed him already. The time had come to act.

He pushed off the wall, reaching her side in two quick strides. 
She gasped and stepped back as he grasped her wrists and looked down 
into her green eyes. She struggled. He outwaited her, holding her 
firmly but gently, making no attempt to do more than hold her and 
keep her hands from her head. All the time she struggled he 
whispered softly Tiredso tired. You fight now, but how long can 
you keep it up? How long can you wait? Not long enough. Youre 
already surrendering. Youre already giving in. You know it in your 
heart. I know it. I can see the signs of it in your eyes.

She growled and tried to claw at him. He tsked again, then pushed 
her down onto the bed and pinned her easily. She stared up at him, 
suddenly paralyzed with frightand something more. He could see her 
nipples through her shirt.

Gently but firmly, he said I wouldnt do that if I were you. Im 
your friend, you know. You dont want to hurt me. You want me to 
hold you. You want to listen. You want to believe me. Its the most 
important thing in the world right now. He gazed into her eyes, 
knowing she saw determination in the steel blue of his. He softened 
the volume so shed have to listen to hear him. Its all right. 
Trust me. Let me help you. Let me comfort you. Its the only way.

She shook her head. No. No, youre one of them. 

Only to a point, he whispered softly. What will happen will 
happenbut I can make it pleasant. It can be nice. You can just lie 
back and look into my eyes and dream

She shuddered, closing her eyes. I wont do this

He cut in smoothly. I cant make you? I could, but I wont. You 
really do want this to go smoothly, and you really do know that this 
is the best way. Just relax and stop fighting, honey. He let go of 
one wrist, laying a hand on the side of her face. She didnt pull 
away. See, you are tired of this alreadylet it end, relax, dont 
fight me.

She whimpered softly, body finally relaxing on the bed. Tears leaked 
from under her eyelashes. He wiped them away with his thumb, a 
gentle touch. Its all right to cry, little wildcat. Let it happen. 
Itll end soon enough, and youll feel better for it. I know when I 
cry, I always feel so relaxed and warm and tired afterward. So will 
you. Youre already almost there. In fact, you dont really want to 
cry, do you?

She shook her head almost imperceptibly. He let his approval show in 
his tone. Good girl. You really just want this to end. Why dont 
you just relax and let yourself listen to my voice. Do you like my 
voice?

She whispered Its not what I expectedsoft

He nodded, even though her eyes were still closed. None of this is 
what you expected. Im sure that made you even more uneasy. But you 
can relax now, you knowrelax and let me take care of you. The 
stress isnt good for you, you know. Take a deep breath for me, let 
out that tension? He made it an entreaty.

She murmured somewhat irritably What do you care? but followed his 
directions. He smiled and stroked her hair gently, admiring the 
softness.

I do care, you know, he told her. I dont want to see you come to 
any harm. I just want you to relax and let this happen. Just let it 
slide right by you. You can curl up if you wantbut I think right 
now what you really want is to be held and reassured. Isnt that 
right?

She hesitated for a long time before nodding. He sat down on the 
bed, releasing her other wrist, and easily gathered her into his 
arms. Thats itjust relax and let go. Its all right. You are safe 
with me. Just let go and feel yourself relaxing. I know youre so 
tired. You know youre so tired. Just let your head rest on my 
shoulder. Let your eyes stay closed, easily and comfortably. Just 
listen to my soft voice, soothing away your fears. Its really all 
right.

He knew the moment his patter had its effect. Her weight shifted as 
she laid her head on his shoulder. She suddenly seemed heavier in 
his arms, and she let out a soft sigh. Thats itgood girl he 
whispered, kissing her cheek lightly. Good girl. Let yourself 
drift. Let yourself sleep. Itll be all right.

She didnt resist as he unbuttoned her shapeless blouse and slid 
each side back. She wore no bra, of course, and he smiled with 
pleasure as he regarded the twin swellings of her mature breasts. 
Take off your shirt, he directed softly. She dazedly lifted her 
heavy head, sitting up in his lap, and complied. The material 
slipped free of her shoulders and down to the bed, where it rested 
in a pool. 

With a sigh of relief she fell back into his arms. m so sleepy 
she murmured. Tired. I want to rest. Surprised and pleased with 
this development, he hastened to reinforce it. 

You want to rest. You want to sleep. Youre so tired. My arms are 
so comforting. The bed is so soft. You feel yourself melting as I 
lay you down on the covers. You want to be free and naked. When you 
take off the sweatpants and underwear, youll feel yourself sinking 
down into the bed and sleep. Itll be so soft and comfortable, wont 
it?

She nodded, not attempting to move. He settled her down onto the 
bed. Only then did she stir to fumble with the drawstring of the 
sweatpants. He had to help her with it, but the expression of relief 
when she was naked and snuggled down into the bed was reward enough 
for the small effort.

He examined her carefully, admiring the small triangle of fur and 
her damp lower lips. So she was enjoying this, as hed more than 
half suspected. Good. That would make this all the more pleasant for 
him. He leaned over and began to whisper in her ear.

In a moment youre going to feel yourself floating, little one. It 
will be sweet and pleasant, almost as if hands were holding you up 
in the air. Youre going to enjoy that feeling, arent you? He 
smiled as she nodded sleepily. Yes, of course you are. Youre going 
to feel yourself floating away from everything. Your captivity will 
be behind you, and youll feel so warm and safe and relaxed. You may 
even feel a tingling beginning in your body, a pleasant easy 
tingling that will make you melt even more.

He noted with approval as her breath caught and her lips parted. 
Yes, I see you feel it already. Thats my good girl. Let yourself 
float away. You like being a good girl, dont you? Without waiting 
for a response, he went on Of course you do. Good girls listen. 
Good girls obey. Youve been obeying very well. Good girls feel the 
tingling increasing. You can feel it increasing, making your whole 
body into jello, making it hard to think.

He stood up from the bed as she whimpered softly. But you dont 
want to think. He began to unbutton his shirt. You want to be a 
good girl. You want to feel that tingling. You want to ease the ache 
you feel beginning in your center. I know you feel that too. She 
sighed softly, fingers twitching. Ah, you want to caress your 
breasts. I see. Have you been a good enough girl to do that? Have 
you been obeying well enough to earn that privelege?

Her lips parted again, and she whispered PleaseI hope so in a 
tiny kitten voice. He felt himself getting harder. His shirt and 
pants were tossed across the room and he knelt beside her on the 
bed. When he didnt answer immediately, she whispered Please? 
again, her tone ragged.

In answer, he laid his hand on her pubic triangle. She moaned 
softly. I dont think youve been good enough yet, he declared 
almost conversationally. I think you need to tell me that youre a 
good girl, that youll obey and submit. I think you need to tell me 
that youll obey the Programmer. What do you think, little kitten?

She whispered muzzily I cant thinkIm a good girl. I will obey 
the Programmer. 

He slid one finger between her lips and touched her swollen clit. 
She gasped. He commanded Again, kitten. What will you do?

She licked her lips, head tossing a little. Iwillaaah! obeythe 
Programmer She moaned as he slid his finger around and around, her 
juices making his path slick and easy. I will obey the ProgrammerI 
will obey the Programmer Her voice became more urgent. PleaseI 
am a good girl, I will obey!

When he heard her beg, he slid his other three fingers into her 
sopping slit and rubbed firmly, rapidly. Her body arched, the moan 
shading into a cry of passion. Obey. Obey. Obey, he repeated in 
time with his motion. Their twin chants merged into one as she 
shuddered and came hard, fingers digging into the sheets almost hard 
enough to tear the fabric. 

He immediately withdrew his hand, leaving her gasping and writhing 
for only a second before he pinned her down. She came again 
immediately as he licked and sucked her breast, body pushing up 
against him. He spread her legs with his knee and slid into her, 
feeling her spasm around him. A grunt tore from his throat as he 
took her hard, rasping out Obey. Obey. Obey. 

She incoherently babbled her assurances as he felt the orgasm taking 
him. Shuddering pleasure overwhelmed him for a moment. Then he began 
to stroke her hair, soothing her down. 

Shhhshhh, little kitten. Relax. Let go. Relax. Obey. Relax. She 
shuddered once more and went limp under his touch, melting into the 
bed. He withdrew and cuddled her, giving her the reassurance she 
needed after such an intense session. It didnt take long until she 
fell asleep. Against his better judgement, he soon joined her.

*****

The alarm shrilling roused him and he sat up on one elbow, looking 
at the time. She was sleeping more deeply, but as he leaned across 
her to turn off the noise her eyes blinked open. She was totally 
confused and disoriented, trying to get some kind of bearing on her 
surroundings as he smiled down at her. One hand caught hers and 
lifted it to his lips. She returned his smile tentatively. It was 
with a sense of regret that he looked into her eyes and whispered 
End program.

Her eyelids fluttered. She stretched and gave a low, throaty laugh. 
Oh, GOD, that was wonderful! Her free hand found the back of his 
head and she pulled him down for a deep kiss.

When they came up for air, he was shaking again. So you liked that, 
huh? He was grinning from ear to ear.

More than liked it. It was wonderful. I was trembling the entire time 
I was setting it up today, and you outdid yourself in this game. And 
I needed a shower after writing that email. Sitting in here, putting 
myself under, waiting for you She shuddered again, a delicious 
movement. ButI suppose we should be getting home soon, for the 
kids, huh?

He nodded sadly. We should. Much as Id like to stay in this hotel 
forever. But, mmm, that was a yummy afternoon. Worth not getting 
that presentation done. Youre so delicious, princess. He kissed 
her hand again.

She smiled into his eyes. Thanks. We should do that again sometime. 
Happy anniversary, lover.

He felt his heart melt as he whispered back Happy anniversary, the 
warmth of her wedding band under his lips.
