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Eleanor finds herself in a hotel room, not quite sure why she's there. There's a cute guy there, who introduces himself as Rod. She feels like they've spoken before, but she can't think where they might have met.

He fills her in quickly, telling her that he's a master hypnotist, and he thought she would make a good sex slave. She's embarrassed when she hears that, and a little scared, but she isn't allowed to leave. (This is probably told from her POV, so she just thinks that she isn't allowed to leave and doesn't analyse the thought any further, doesn't even wonder about why it's prohibited).

She's been conditioned a little. She doesn't remember him, or know who he is, but quickly finds that it's hard to disobey. She has a deep-seated urge to please him, and any pleasure she gets from his touch is magnified in a way that's almost beyond belief. He's very forward, happy to grope her and let her be overwhelmed by pleasure any time she starts thinking too clearly. And then he's teasing her, telling her that she can't refuse him. She wants to try, but when she's feeling so good it's hard to resist her own urges.

Through the whole experience, Eleanor is embarrassed. She would never let a guy see her topless unless they were in a serious relationship; she doesn't even do revealing clothes. But when this guy starts undressing her, it feels too good to stop. And when he orders her to strip, she can't resist. She's incredibly embarrassed, but she can't help herself and all the shame from her upbringing just seems to turn into more arousal. She never feels really scared, or disgusted. Her thoughts as shown to the reader are more that she knows she shouldn't, and that she should only do this with someone she trusts. Never that she doesn't want to.

Eventually they have sex, while she's blushing and trying to hide her face as if that would make this be not happening. But before the end, Rod gives her permission to remember.

They've been together a long time; a kinky couple. But she regretted that she couldn't have met him while she was still innocent. When she was younger she dived into the BDSM community at the first opportunity; gave so much trust to people who really didn't deserve it. So many guys she gave her heart to, she did everything they wanted without thinking about her own desires, and then they left her when they met someone younger or prettier. She wishes that her first exposure to at least one kink could be with a dom who's worthy of her devotion. So they concocted this scene – coming to a hotel room as the person she would have been if she'd never had her first exposure to the fetish scene, and remained kinky in her mind without discovering that there were people who would teach her.

Coming back to Rod, she remembers that he made her more sensitive to his touch; that he gave her an urge to obey if he gave a direct order; and that she wouldn't realise who he was until he told her to remember. But the desire to please him and her arousal whenever she feels helpless or embarrassed, those were all her real feelings even if she temporarily didn't remember how much she was into that stuff.

She also remembers one more trigger, that Rod has been teasing her with for a long time. She can make herself orgasm whenever she wants simply by calling him "Master"; but if she uses it, she will find that for 48 hours the only thing that matters to her is pleasing him and obeying him; it suppresses all her other priorities, so Master's happiness is the only thing that matters to her.

She got that trigger as a joke, when they were talking about the kind of adoration some "wannabe doms" expect. It was never expected to be a real thing. But when all the memories come back, and she thinks about the scene he has given her, "Thank you Master" are the only words that come to mind.

(hmm... perhaps when she tries to remember how she got there, she gets brief flashes of memory, and remembers being given that trigger. So the reader knows about it before the end)

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