The Voice

You heard a soft yet authoritative voice counting backward "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4,..." and suddenly you were someplace else. Perhaps in another dimension, it was dark, cold, empty, and sinistrous, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You were shivering and frightened. As you regressed further in the crevices of your mind, sinking deeper into the abyss of your soul, searching for the reason that you hid ever since you could remember, why do I always want to be a slave?

All of a sudden, you saw a spark of intense light. You were naked, crawling in a field of broken glass and burning embers. The shreds of glass cut deeply into the soft and tender skin you were bleeding. The red-hot embers burned your skin, but you continued to crawl toward the source of light despite your unbearable agony. You knew there was a reason for your hidden desire if you only could get to the light source. The voice urged you on, "Come to me, slave prove your worth, show me that you can take the pain and your devotion to your ONE Master, who owns your body, mind, and soul! Come to me..."

As you got closer and closer, you saw a figure in the light. Due to the intensity, it was unrecognizable and blurry. The voice continued, "Come to me slave, submit to your desire write your total unquestionable submission in your blood! You will rise like a Phoenix, your answer will be clear, feel no more pain, trust me!"

You continued towards the light relentlessly. As you were about to reach the source, you saw a scroll of parchment in front of you. Without any hesitation, dipped your fingers into the bleeding cuts on your body and wrote, "This slave submit to my Lord, my Master, Owner as long as I live!" There was a huge flash, but there was no sound! You felt it in every cell and nerve ending in your body as you disintegrated into subatomic levels. Your particles drifted for an unknown time that felt like hours, and you were whole again in another dimension. Perhaps in the subspace, your agony, fright, and ecstasy intermingled, freeing your soul and giving you tremendous feelings of empowerment, inner peace, and joy. You heard the voice, "Slave, rise, and let me place my collar around your neck! From this second onward, you will only obey Me. My commands are your Law!"

The mysterious figure was still encircled in a mystical fog, but you felt his touch on your soft, tender and glowing skin, jolting your nerve endings. It was not painful, and it was desired, so wanted longed for ever since you recognized that you wanted to be a slave. By his touch, your body went into a series of uncontrollable spasms. You were dripping wet, orgasmic wave after wave that seemed to go on until you collapsed, totally spent but so joyful! The voice continued, "Slave, remember this feeling, burn it into your subconsciousness, and associate this feeling with the touch of your Lord, Master, Owner. When you awake, I want you to masturbate, pinching your clit hard that you cry out from the pain and repeat, 'My Lord, Master Owner of this slave's body, mind, and soul, will obey all your commands without any hesitation, as this slave only exists to serve you and give you pleasure, no matter how painful it may be for the rest of her life!' when I count backward from 10 at 1, you will wake up, you will remember your pledge will write in your blood when he comes to you. His name is László. 10, 9,8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

Suddenly, you awoke alone in your bed. Your smartphone placed on your night table showed 3:45 a.m. A sudden urge to masturbate came over you. Your lips were swollen, oozing your moistness. You felt your clit was swollen. As you rubbed your lips and touched your clit first gently, then squeezed so hard that your eyes teared up as you released your pent-up emotions in a glorious orgasm.

You repeated this strange phrase that was in your consciousness, "My Lord, Master Owner of this slave's body, mind, and soul, will obey all your commands without any hesitation, as this slave only exists to serve you and give you pleasure, no matter how painful it may be for the rest of her life!"

You got up to take a quick shower, as you were drenched not just from your juices but sweat. After the refreshing shower, your smartphone pinged that you had an email. You looked at who sent it. Someone named "László." You had a good feeling about this name but wondered who the hell is this László? You tried to ignore your good feelings about this mysterious email, which was in your subconscious for two days before your curiosity took over to reply to László.