Snipper & Sniper

"Nice back, very wide…"

Alexandra measured every centimeter of Spencer's body with a tailor's tape. He kept his gaze fixed on one point, mouth shut and wrinkled in anger. His face didn't get any less red, no matter how many times they saw him naked. Alexandra took her time to have fun with him almost every week. She thought the only way to make it enjoyable was to wait for Tuesday afternoons.

"I need you to flex your biceps, dear, or the sleeves will be too tight”.

"Yes, ma'am…"

She bit her lip with a superior smile. Out of professional principles - and above all, as a person - she would never use hypnosis to have sex with a patient. But not a day went by when she hadn't masturbated while looking at Spencer's photos. She had fallen in love with that buff naked body. His torso, his arms, every single fold of his musculature. Somehow, they had hypnotized each other, but not under the same concept.

"How did I end up here?"

"Do you mean my apartment? You won't remember how you got here; I programmed your hypnosis to come automatically. Well not to ‘come’ as in… you know what I mean"

"I meant this situation, although I don't feel comfortable doing this on a terrace. I feel exposed from all sides. And it’s on the middle of the day!" He kept looking sideways, at each taller building in the area.

"How did you end up here?" Alexandra paused to think. "I suppose you brought it upon yourself, although I doubt you know why. I really prefer you not knowing why, because it frustrates you, and it's more fun for me”. She smiled with mocking superiority.

"What did I even do to you, you damn nigga bitch?"

"We could start with the fact that you're a misogynistic racist with serious issues relating to women. I mean literally the stereotype of a man who thinks he's very macho for degrading those around him when, in reality, he's just a narcissist with an inferiority complex because he has a teeny little weenie. Spread your legs; I need to measure them”.

"Even if I am all that, what did I do to you for you to treat me like this?"

"What did you do to me?" She interrupted him with an exaggeratedly offended expression. "For starters, you can't no even remember who I am, nor the harm you did to me. Because for you, dear, a person like me is invisible. A woman, black, fat, and too intelligent for you, obviously”.

"Yeah, right”, he sneered sarcastically. "Very progressive of you, but what you're doing is sexual **** no matter how you look at it. And that's not so politically left-wing, is it? This is absurdly illegal. I could sue your nigger ass until you're washing toilets in Nigeria, you son of a…"

"It's true that I'm not as pretty as to **** you and get away with it”, she replied calmly, "but you won't report me. I'm sorry, but it's impossible. Let me explain. Those three months we devoted to hypnosis, I made sure to envision every possible scenario, just to make sure you couldn't harm me. Although in bed, you couldn't hurt me either, with that tiny penis of yours”.

Spencer looked away, furious and mortified by not even being able to control his erections in front of her. Meanwhile, Alexandra stretched the tape to get the correct measurement.

"Above all, I'd rather you remember who your owner is. That's why I don't do something like 'erasing your mind' or some shit like that. I enjoy thinking about how you remember these humiliations when you get home…"

A laugh slipped out of Alexandra's lips. She hid her face to contain it a bit more.

"Five centimeters long and eight in circumference. Did you know that below eight centimeters is considered a micropenis? They say it can be considered a medical problem”.

Her smile didn't fade as Spencer hid his face. Alexandra held the tape marked at the fifth centimeter.

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