Seated in a chair, listening to my voice, being slowly wound down, hearing me approach with the click of heels. I attempt a long countdown but am overwhelmed with desire to see you drop... and so I come over to you. Deepening and trigger establishment for good boys. When you are waiting for something to happen, the waiting itself makes you want the thing more and more. Waiting for supper makes you hungry. Awaiting a lover makes you horny. Awaiting the trance makes you drop. Subtle implantation of trigger priming for all my future work. You never know when my heels will be clicking up behind you, encouraging you to sink with a click of my fingers one moment later.