{"id":3542,"date":"2019-07-24T03:20:12","date_gmt":"2019-07-24T03:20:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=3542"},"modified":"2019-07-24T03:20:12","modified_gmt":"2019-07-24T03:20:12","slug":"tabula-rasa-cont-day-2-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/tabula-rasa-cont-day-2-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Tabula Rasa (con’t): Day 2 & 3"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"Day 2<\/em><\/p>\n

The lights cut out on me suddenly as I was still writing my last entry. It was pitch black in the room, so I gave up writing and felt my way back into bed. She must have me on a sixteen hour \u201cday\u201d in here, though whether the period of lights-on, lights-out I experience correlates in any way to \u201cdaylight\u201d in the outside world I couldn\u2019t know.<\/p>\n

Today was just as bizarre as yesterday. The lights coming back on in my cell woke me from strange dreams, in which I was being chased by a large golden bird over a barren landscape. I was disoriented for several minutes, and was about to begin pleading incoherently once more when the steel door opened and she entered, bringing me back into focus.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou!\u201d I growled as awareness returned, and my memory of the last 24 hours (the only memory of any kind I could access) flooded my mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, pet,\u201d she chirped in a pleasant tone. She was carrying a tray stacked with various dishes and carafes. Looking at the pages on which I had written the day before, she said, \u201cI see that you followed my instructions to keep a log. Since you have been a good boy, I will reward you by having breakfast with you today.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would that be a reward?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

She only laughed at this, as if the answer was obvious. Setting the tray down on the table, she set out its contents and sat in one of the chairs. Turning toward me, she made a summoning gesture, indicating the chair opposite her. \u201cCome eat, pet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck off,\u201d I snarled.<\/p>\n

\u201cSuit yourself,\u201d she retorted. \u201cThis is the only food you will get today unless you come breakfast with me. I think you know by now that I don\u2019t make empty threats.\u201d I had been given food several times through the pass-through since waking up in this cell, but I didn\u2019t doubt that those deliveries would stop if I didn\u2019t do what this crazy bitch was asking.<\/p>\n

She began eating. The sounds of tableware clinking and the smell of coffee and pancakes incited my hunger. After a minute of sulking I walked over to the table and sat across from my jailer.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a good boy,\u201d she cooed. \u201cTry the pancakes, they are delicious.\u201d<\/p>\n

We ate in silence for a while. I tried to ignore her, but it was difficult. Every time I looked up from my food I could see her green eyes boring into me, her face set in a Mona Lisa smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo should I give you the journal pages I wrote yesterday?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. They are for someone else, not me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe person who hired you to do this to me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u2026\u201d she replied, drawing out the word and narrowing her eyes secretively, as if to say that no more information would be forthcoming.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho could hate me so much?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you know that the person who hired me hates you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly an enemy could want me caged and humiliated like this,\u201d I declared.<\/p>\n

Silence descended again. Finally, I asked, \u201cWhy do you do this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI told you, I can\u2019t say\u2026yet,\u201d she replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026I didn\u2019t mean this specific mad caper we\u2019re a part of,\u201d I explained. \u201cThis job in general. Hypnotizing men.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt turns me on. I like having control. I like it a lot.\u201d<\/p>\n

As she spoke these words she slipped her foot out of her shoe and worked it up my calf under the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cDoesn\u2019t that make you a warped personality?\u201d I challenged.<\/p>\n

She laughed. \u201cSays who? The only people who like my control more than me are the men I enslave. Are they warped too?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I answered self-confidently. \u201cThat\u2019s not natural.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why is your dick hard?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

It was true. I had been too focused on our confrontation to notice, but the feeling of her nylon-clad foot snaking up my leg had raised a boner. What was most disconcerting was trying to figure out how she knew I was hard. She couldn\u2019t see my crotch from where she sat on the other side of the table. I shrugged it off internally as a lucky guess.<\/p>\n

\u201cTh\u2026that\u2019s a reflex,\u201d I stammered, trying to show more composure than I felt.<\/p>\n

Another laugh. \u201cA reflex would have been flinching away when I began foot-fucking you, if you really didn\u2019t like it.\u201d<\/p>\n

This nearly made me blow my top, but I managed to deny her the satisfaction of having angered me. She is really a piece of work. The combination of psychosis and arrogance is as amazing as it is infuriating. It will be a great pleasure to see her locked up when she is finally caught.<\/p>\n

We ate the rest of the meal in silence. My eyes stayed focused on my plate for the most part. Every time I looked up I saw her looking at me with the same secretive smile, like the cat who ate the canary.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are a surly pet,\u201d she said finally, rising from the table, \u201cbut you followed orders like a good boy. I will reward you with some toiletries.\u201d On this she collected the breakfast tray and departed.<\/p>\n

About an hour after she left a tray came through the pass-through stacked with a new gown, a towel, a bar of soap, a can of shaving cream, and a disposable safety razor. This last item surprised me. I know I can\u2019t us it to attack her, but if I broke it open and used the blade on myself I could force her to send me to a hospital. I have kept that in mind as \u201cPlan B.\u201d Meanwhile I will wait and see how this plays out. A note on the tray instructed me to leave my old gown by the pass-through to be collected.<\/p>\n

Almost as soon as the shower supplies came I used them to get cleaned up, and despite everything, it made me feel better. Amazing how a shower and a shave can change your outlook. I\u2019ve been twiddling my thumbs ever since, apart from eating the food that has been sent. I finally got so bored that I wrote this down. I\u2019ll break off here so that I don\u2019t get caught again when the lights go out.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Day 3<\/em><\/p>\n

Ate breakfast with my jailer again today. This journal seems to be the main thing she wants. That and my compliance with her requests to breakfast together. I was rewarded again.<\/p>\n

\u201cSince you\u2019ve been a good pet,\u201d she declared as I ate my eggs sullenly, \u201cI have decided to give you this.\u201d<\/p>\n

She placed a remote-control device on the table. It is hard to know where she kept it before then, since today as usual she was very scantily clad- wearing only a black corset, garters and stockings over which was draped a sheer black see-through nightgown, open at the front.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is that for?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt controls the TV. You must be bored in here when I am not with you. This will help pass the time. If you keep being good I can give you books, newspapers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not afraid I might learn something?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLearn what?\u201d she replied. \u201cNothing you see on TV can loosen my control. Channel-surf to your heart\u2019s content.\u201d<\/p>\n

After breakfast I did just that. She was true to her word; the TV receives dozens of basic cable channels and even a few premium stations. I spent most of the day switching between news channels. From the local news I learned that it is April of 2019 and that we are in California, most likely in the vicinity of Los Angeles. I couldn\u2019t make sense of any of the national or international news, because my blank slate of memories leaves me no context.<\/p>\n

The time stamp on the live broadcasts suggests that my lights-on, lights-off schedule corresponds to a standard day. I woke this morning at about 7 AM PDT, breakfast was at 8. Lights-out seems to happen at about 11 PM. Of course, she could be recording all of the stations and streaming them to my TV on a time delay, but that seems like a lot of trouble. I don\u2019t think that time disorientation is key to her plan, whatever that might be. My lunch tray had a new gown, a fresh towel, and a change of sheets for my bed. Torturing me with lack of sanitation doesn\u2019t seem to be part of the program either.<\/p>\n

I kept surfing the channels for some sign of my own identity. I\u2019ve been in here for three days, I had hoped that I would have been declared missing by now. But there was nothing about me on the news.<\/p>\n

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