The Yes Game

by Daniel Guy

The phone rings just as Helen White is about to leave her office.

She’s had a long day, interviewing people for the Head of English vacancy at the university.  She wants to go home, but in the end she answers it.

-  Sorry to disturb you, Miss White. It’s Mark Davis here.

She recognises the deep resonant voice instantly. He’s one of the candidates she’d been interviewing that day. 

- Hello Mark.

- Look, I’ve just got home and realised that I might have left a large black notebook at the university today.  It may have dropped out of my bag in the staffroom.  Do you know if it might have been handed in?  I was wondering if the building was still open, I could possibly drive over this evening and pick it up.

Helen didn’t want to hang around.   

-  Well I’m afraid I’m just leaving now. I can ask at reception if it’s been handed in, and if it has, I’ll ask them to hold on to it.  But you’re coming back tomorrow morning I assume, for the second day of interviews?

There is a silence before she hears him reply.

- Er yes. Of course. But I was ho...

- Well if it’s been found then we’ll keep it safe for you.  I’ll see you tomorrow.  Have a good evening.

She hangs up.  On the way out she wanders into the staffroom and sure enough she finds a black notebook on the floor, behind a chair in the faculty lounge.  Helen can’t be bothered to take it all the way back to her office so she slips it in her bag so she can bring it in the following day.

Driving home she thinks about Mark Davis.  He’s the oldest and by far the most impressive of the five candidates they’d met that day.  He looked good too, tall and lean, short grey hair, and looking suave in his dark shirt and pale linen suit.  His presentation was full of passion and flare and the board members were clearly delighted.  Throughout the day he had not put a foot wrong, charming everyone he met, asking the right questions, amusing everyone over lunch with clever quips and observations.  He’d be great for the department. There was something dynamic about him, almost an aura.  No wedding ring though. She wonders if he might be gay but decides he’s definitely not.

That night she makes herself some soup, pours herself a glass of wine, puts on the radio and sits down in her kitchen to eat. She gazes over at the black notebook poking out of her bag and imagines what might be inside.  She wonders why he seemed so keen to collect it earlier.  Perhaps it contained notes and he wanted to go over them that evening, in preparation for the final interview. She feels a bit guilty. Maybe she should have called him back to re-assure him the notebook was safe?  Too late now.  She finishes the soup, pours a second glass of wine.  She glances again at the notebook.  There is something about him that intrigues her. Surely a quick look would be harmless enough.  She lifts it out from her bag and lets it drop open in front of her. The handwriting is striking, all capital letters, a frenzied scrawl, spikey lines of words running thick across the page, right to the edges…

May 1st

Flew back to London Tuesday morning. By midday I was bored.  At three pm I was in Soho, waiting to meet a young Romanian whore. She was slim and pretty but spoke hardly any English. From what I could make out, she had arrived in London three weeks before and because business was bad, she was going back soon. I had no idea why I was there.  Can’t remember the last I paid for sex. But she was great to have sex with. Guess I just needed something carnal and basic. We fucked hard and as I lay back recovering, her phone went and she started talking in her terrible English to some guy. I could hear him.  He’d visited her before. He sounded well spoken and a bit embarrassed because this time he wanted to have anal sex with her. She kept saying things like ‘No no, my cock too big’ and eventually he gave up. Afterwards I tried to explain that she was saying ‘my’ when she meant ‘your.’ We sat on the bed and I went through it many times -  ‘my cock, your pussy, my nose, your nose, my knee, your knee’ and pointing at the body parts each time till in the end I think she got it. Then after more quite amazing sex I left.

Not content with that, a few days later Danillo, a very cute young Italian guy living ten minutes away called. I’d met him at Torture Garden a month ago and we’d had some quick but lovely sex. I couldn’t resist seeing him again.  Sweet gentle man and we fucked like rabbits at afternoon. Fuck it.

Helen lets out the breath she’s been holding since she started reading.   She feels revolted.  It’s obvious to her the Mark Davis is an obsessed sexual deviant.  She flicks through till another page opens up in front of her.

July 19^th

Saturday night. Graduation Day. Very dull.  Later Michaela Martin came on strong to me. Said she wanted to thank me for getting her through her degree.  I told her I was going to watch a mate shoot a lesbian porn film and she asked if she could come. So we drove to Paul’s studio. It’s an amazing old warehouse south of the river, huge and windowless. At one end a stage set had been constructed, made to look like a dirty changing room with tiled walls and stained yellow sinks and rusty pipes. A steel winch had been mounted on the rafters of the roof and hanging from it was a chain.  Scattered about were studio lamps mounted on tall black tripods and in front, video cameras on stands pointing at the set. Around the sides of the room were stainless steel tables. One was piled high with tubs of KY jelly, condoms, lubes and latex gloves, whips and coils of rope, while others were heaped with handcuffs, steel shackles and collars. In a corner, on a plastic sheet on the floor was a mass of dildos standing on end, like faceless toy soldiers lined up for battle.

Paul was happy for me to bring in Michaela and we sat at the back watching a couple of skinny, heavily tattooed models act out some pretty hard-core s&m scenes, while Paul and his crew stood around filming them.  Three hours of bondage, whipping, and much more. I thought Michaela would want to leave but she stayed and admitted it made her horny, so I brought her back to the flat and we fucked.  Amazing body. She’s so innocent and so very excitable.  Love them as young as that. Such a shame she’s not coming back next year.   Fetched freshly baked croissants first thing in the morning and we had breakfast in bed before fucking again. She wants to see me again. I think she’s really into the Daddy thing, but…

Helen closes the book. She gets up.  Goes to the sink and rinses out her soup bowl.  She feels revolted. She’s never read anything so crude, so heartless and grotesque in all her life.  She wants to call someone, tell someone, a colleague maybe, to warn them, ask advice, but it’s late and how can she explain why she was reading his dairy?

She puts the kettle on for her nightly cup of peppermint tea, then sits back down, opens the notebook once more to read the most recent entry.

October 4

‘Suzie responding well to my experiment.   She is deliciously young and innocent. She came over to the flat and told me more about her submissive fantasies so I tried some hypno and got her playing the Yes game.  Worked a treat. She sank into trance, like a dream and all night I treated her like an object, a mindless fuck toy. She did everything I told her.  Crawled for me, begged for me, danced for me, and I fucked her, so many times and in so many ways. I made her…

Helen tries to stop herself from reading the rest but her eyes won’t

lift from the page.  She slams the notebook shut.

That night she has a dream that is almost a nightmare. In one scene she is tied naked to a stone altar and above her is an enormous swinging pendulum. On the end of the thick, steel arm is a large black rubber dildo, and each time the pendulum swings its huge arc over the length of her body, the dildo moves ever closer....

She wakes feeling strangely aroused, and is unable to get back to sleep.  The following morning she decides to get into work early.  She dumps her bag in her office and goes down to the staffroom to get coffee and is startled when she sees Mark Davis there, looking round the backs of the chairs.  He doesn’t notice her standing in the doorway. She flushes and then takes a breath to calm herself.

- Mr Davis. I expect you are looking for your diary.

He turns and gets up on his feet.

- Ah. Hello. Yes.  I know I thought I would come in early and have a look round. I hope you don’t mind.

Helen walks over to the coffee jug.

- I have it. It’s in my office.  Come with me and I will give it to you.

She doesn’t look at him but expects a reply.  He says nothing. She pours the coffee and there is a long silence, but for the sound of a teaspoon rolling round a coffee mug.  She walks out of the staff room and he follows close behind. 

She enters her office, walks over to her desk and picks up the black notebook.  She turns and holds it out, but she cannot look at him. He takes it.

- Thanks.  I guess you read it then.

Helens heart misses a beat. She takes a long slow breath to calm her.    

- Read it?  Why would I?

- You said it was a diary.

Helen is flushed. She’s filled with rage and confusion she doesn’t know what to say. She takes a breath.

- All right. I did happen to glance at a few pages.

- And?

- I was appalled. I think you are very sick individual.  You are clearly not suited to this job or to this university. The very idea of letting you anywhere near our students is completely out of the question and this afternoon I will do my utmost to persuade my colleagues to select another candidate. 

He stares at her. She continues to look down at the floor.   He sees her fists are clenched at her sides. He clears his throat and says,

- I guess you’ve made your mind up then?

- Yes.

There is another long silence and then he speaks again. This time his voice is noticeably more soft and calm.

- Did you read the last entry?

- Yes.

- Did you read it all the way through?

- Yes.

- Did it shock you?

- Yes.

- Do you really think I’d be the kind of man to do that?

- Yes.

- Do you think I’m dangerous?

- Yes.

- Dangerous to women?

- Yes.

- Do you really think it's possible for me to make someone do those things?

-Yes.

- Suzie said Yes because that was the game and because she wanted to. You know that.

Helen looks up. She looks into his deep brown eyes.

- Yes.

- The Yes game is just a way to get a person to let go, slip into another mind state. She just decided to say Yes, that was all. She played the game because it made her feel relaxed, free, careless, do you see?

- Yes.

- She just gave up responsibility for her actions for a while and became something else. We all wish for that, sometimes, don't we?

- Yes.

- Letting go, relaxing mind and body...

- Yes.

- It's just a game and you can stop it whenever you want, you know that.

- Yes.

- But the longer you play the game, the more you just follow the rule and say Yes, the more you feel like letting go just that little bit more. 

- Yes.

- It makes you feel good every time you say it.

Helen’s body is shaking. She closes her eyes.

- Yes.

- Every time you say Yes, you know you will slip deeper. 

- Yes.

- And you know you want to.

- Yes.

- Happy to lock out from your conscious mind all that tiresome thinking and worry for a while, to empty your brain..

- Yes.

- You are slipping down to a blissful emptiness, aware just that you are breathing, and listening to my voice and nothing else..

- Yes.

- Because there is nothing else you need to do. Just sink deeper, just be mindless, and happy to say Yes to everything I say.

- Yes.

- Happy to let me take control of you for a while…

- Yes.

- Happy to let me take control of the part of your brain that makes you feel warm and sexy. 

- Yes.

- You want me to make your nipples hard and your cunt wet.

- Yes.

- Good girl. Well I'm making it happen now.

- Yes.

- You can feel it.

- Yes.

- Feel your body tingling, your nipples hardening, feel the wetness between your legs.

- Yes.

- Your head is empty.

- Yes.

-  You feel hot and aroused…

- Yes.

- You want to feel aroused…

- Yes.

- You want to sit on the edge of your desk and lift your skirt for me.

- Yes.

- Do it.

- Yes. 

-  Good girl. You want to pull down your knickers and touch your pussy.

- Yes.

- Do it.

- Yes.

- You are mindless, aroused and free.

- Yes.

- You are nothing but a cock whore.

- Yes.

- You want to suck my dick and then you want to be fucked over your desk.

- Yes.

-  Get down on your knees.

- Yes.

She slips down onto the floor. He walks over, unzips his fly and offers her his stiff cock.

- Lick it.

- Yes.

- Good girl. Now suck it.

- Yes.

She sucks mindlessly. He pulls out.

- It feels good to suck my dick.

- Yes.

- Suck it again.

- Yes.

She sucks. He pulls out

- Stand up.

- Yes.

- Turn around.

- Yes.

- Take off your skirt and knickers and open your legs so I can fuck you.

- Yes.

He slips on a condom and starts to fuck her

- Just keep saying Yes, over and over again as I fuck you.

- Yes! Yes! Yes!...

He rams his cock deep inside her, pounding with speed and force. They both repeat the word Yes over again till finally they cry out in blissful and sublime orgasmic pleasure. 

They gasp with exhaustion. He pulls out, removed the condom, drops it into the waste paper bin beside her desk.  Helen stands up and begins to dress in silence. 

- Thanks for looking after the notebook, Helen. I’ll see you in a while.

 - Yes.

He walks out of her office, closing the door softly behind him.

Later that morning Helen sits in the boardroom, in a line with the principal and the other heads of faculty, and Mark Davis is sitting in front of them, delivering his answers with eloquence and conviction. Her colleagues are lapping it all up. She stares at them, sitting either side of her, nodding and smiling with delight.  When the interview is over, they all go up to him, all nodding and shaking his hand. He catches Helen’s eye just as he is leaving and grins a sheepish grin before gliding confidently out of the room. 

Later that day, after all the interviews are complete, Helen sits in the library with the principal and a few of her colleagues. They are discussing the merits of the candidates one by one but Helen is hardly listening.  Instead she is staring out of the window at a bunch of undergraduates hanging around in the yard.  Then she gazes vacantly down at her notes, doodling abstract shapes in the margins, slowly turning each one of them into the word Yes.

- Helen?

Helen looks up sharply.

- Sorry? 

- I was just saying it seems that we're all agreed that we should offer the post to this chap Mark.  And you know that the board has him down as their favorite too.  

- Yes, I know.

- Well you said you were really impressed with him yesterday. Is he still your first choice?

Helen pauses for a moment and then nods.

- Oh, yes. He'll be perfect for the job.

Daniel Guy

May 2014