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My memory awakens from the sleep you put me under earlier. In the hallway, you had me naked up against a wall when you put me under with the necklace. You've got my brain trained to react to the necklace and your words. I love falling for you.
I feel you pumping in and out of my cunt, nice and hot and slow, but in my mind, I'm back standing against the wall, my jaw going slack and my eyes glazing over. Lost in the bliss you've created in my mind.
"Good Girl, relax for me. Yes, fall deeper. Take a deep breath in. Hold it. And breathe out. Relax, let all your thoughts disappear." While your voice takes over my mind, my eyes follow the necklace. The sparkles dull my thoughts, helping me get to trance. I want to be a mindless little slut for you. My wanting makes the trance faster each time.
I feel you take my hand and pull me gently away from the wall. The air is cold on my naked flesh, but I am still only seeing the necklace, only hearing your voice. Things like cold don't belong to me while I'm tranced out. You lead me into our bedroom where the lights are turned low. The straps are tied to the bed and there's a stack of towels sitting ready for us to use. My subconscious doesn't care about any of this. I'm already lost in the depths of pleasure because... "Obedience is pleasure."
"Yes, Good Girl, now sit on the edge of the bed and wait there for me."
I immediately comply. Every time I obey one of your commands, pleasure zings through my body, ensuring that I want to do whatever you ask. I want to be used. I want to be your good little slut. I want to be a cumwhore.
While I sit at the edge of the bed, brainless and blissed out, you pull out a bag from under our bed. This is where we keep our toys. You're digging through the bag, clearly looking for something. I have no reaction to this. My job is to be a good girl and wait for your commands. Somewhere in the bliss, my subconscious prods my mouth to say, "Towel, sir."
You look up at me from our bag of toys and grin. "Is my Good Girl leaking her cunt juices all over the bed?"
I squirm and nod, "Yes Sir, my cunt is leaking all over the bed."
You tell me to stand, unfold two towels and place them on the bed where you then direct me to lay down. You take the necklace out of your pocket again and hold it directly above my head. I have no choice but to gaze at it. And then you start to talk to me.
"Today I'm taking you deeper down my Good Girl. Are you ready to fall for me? To fall further than you've ever been?" I nod my head yes. "Today we're going to teach you some tricks. Some of them you get to remember, some of them are going to be a surprise. Nod if you understand me and want this." I nod my head vigorously.
"I want," I whimper.
"That's my Good Girl. Pleasure. Now, we are going to empty that adorable little brain of yours. You're going to focus all your attention on the crystal, you don't have to pay attention to what I'm saying, just watch the shine and glimmer as it twists and turns above you, the sparkles filling your eyes, filling your mind, and the pretty lights pushing out all the thoughts. Every time a pretty light flashes in your brain, a thought disappears, and you feel pleasure. Watching the crystal is pleasure. Lost in the pleasure your subconscious listens. The more pleasure you feel, the more you give in. The more you give in, the more pleasure you feel. You will listen, Good Girl. Listen to your Master. Nod your head for me...yes, good little tranceslave. Pleasure. Now a deep breath in, hold it, and let it out. Again, breathing in for me, yes, and hold it, release. Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure. And stop. Now wait here for me. We're going to play today."
