Invisible bondage

I was talking to my friend Alice yesterday. She was headed  to the home improvement warehouse for something innocent. But I couldn't resist turning the conversation kinky. I like to call the place Dom Depot. So I rattled off some of the wonderful pervertibles you can find in its aisles, including an amazing variety of rope, chain and shackles.

Alice thought that was silly. After all, she and Shelly are both extremely adept at hypnosis.

"I can use trance to bind her. So we don't need the accessories."

All she does is push her finger against the inside of Shelly's wrist, and Shelly's arm is stuck there, wherever she's put it. Shelly simply can't move, no matter how extreme the torment.

Afterwards, "There's no mess to clean up. All I have to do is say, "release." "

Unless Alice forgets. "I have actually left the room for a bit, and come back, and she asked for the release. I had forgotten to tell her to stop!"

Alice is right. Hypnotic ropes really are a wonderful thing to have handy. 

For instance, last week I was working at my desk, but was watching my friend Lindsey's cam in the corner of my screen. She had her headset on and was talking animatedly with a hot guy she likes. Lindsey has this wonderful habit of leaning back in her chair and clasping her hands behind it, and I could see she was doing that again.

Seizing the opportunity, I typed, "Your hands are tied there behind your chair." I saw her glance at the screen, get a puzzled look, and then realize what had happened. She was immediately smiling and writhing and blushing simultaneously. She really doesn't like to admit how much control I have over her body, but she couldn't do anything about it. I just left her that way long enough for her to wonder how long it would last. I'd made my point.

I have no idea what she told the guy.