You've been watching me hypnotize your girl, time after time, each session drawing her deeper into my influence. It's been an emotional whirlwind for you—intensely arousing yet undeniably unnerving to see her attention shift from you to me, her focus narrowing as she hangs on my every word.

But now, things have taken a turn. We’ve decided our sessions are better held in private, without you watching. You’re no longer allowed in the room. All you can do is imagine what I’m saying to her, the agreements she’s making, the boundaries she’s willingly letting slip away. The mystery on the other side of the door gnaws at you, the uncertainty fueling your need to self-soothe the only way you can—by edging, letting your mind spin endless possibilities.

Part of you wants to stop this, to reassert control. But the pull is too strong. The arousal, the surrender, the inability to tear yourself away… it’s overwhelming. You can’t summon the will to interfere. You can only linger outside, caught between yearning and resignation, and let your imagination take you even deeper.