In the kitchen, I see her gazing at the picture, transfixed.
'Unconscious mind, talk to me.'
'Yes.' Cassie's voice is a faint hiss, lacking inflection.
'You look worried. Why is your conscious mind worried?'
'I worry that you are going to come in here and hurt me.'
'I understand. I'm going to remove the picture in a moment, and when I do, your conscious mind will come back about a minute after that and you'll do what you were going to do.'
'Make a cup of tea.'
'Yes. Oh, one more instruction. When you return to the living room, your conscious mind won't see me. To your conscious mind, I won't be there. You will be the only person in the living room until I speak.'
I take the picture out of the kitchen with me and leave Cassie to come back into the room on her own. In the living room, I sit on the sofa. I hear the clink of mugs, the clatter of a spoon, water going into the kettle. Time for me to go into action. I get up from the sofa. There is a pause in the kitchen. I head for the bathroom.
When I emerge, I hear the kettle boiling.
'Do you want sugar and milk in your tea?'
'Actually, mind if I come back in a couple of minutes? I've just got to get something from my flat. Won't be a second.'
I slam the door and wander back into the living room. Cassie comes in, with one mug and a resigned expression. She comes in wearing a T shirt she'd put on in the kitchen. I watch her slip off the T shirt and sit on the sofa, topless again. She looks for the TV remote on the coffee table. It isn't there. I've left my MP3 there instead, set to play one track - a Pied Piper track.
Cassie puts the MP3 on. In a moment the music will kick in, and so will the Pied Piper instruction. Cassie sits, listening; a moment later, I watch her get to her feet, and the dance begins. She pulls down her jeans and dances naked.
The music will not stop for her, and Cassie will not be able to turn off the MP3, turn down the volume or do anything else but dance naked. The cameras record her dance from three different angles. She is getting really turned on by the music and begins to masturbate.
I pop Cassie's cigarettes and lighter on the table in front of her; she lights one up and continues to dance, smoking. This Pied Piper won't take long; it finishes when she comes.
As I watch, she goes from dancing to just masturbating. Her breaths grow rapid and shallow as her climax approaches; and then the moment comes, and she climbs onto the sofa to orgasm.
And after the orgasm, Cassie sighs as she returns to trance. Her body relaxes; her eyes close. Time to move in again.
'Did you enjoy that orgasm?'
'Do you want more and better orgasms?'
'Then I can help you. But in order to do that, here are your instructions. Are you ready?'
Cassie's eyes are closed. She grins. 'Oh, yes.'