Third Session:
"Hey there! I'm sorry for the delay, it was not my intention to be so late."
"Hello, Hye, it's not that late. And it's something we deal with in this profession."
"I'm glad, what are we going to do today?"
"Deepen, the hard work is done. It won't be very different from the other sessions, you will undress and I will violate your mind."
"Hahaha ..." she chuckles, confused.
"Hahahahaha," I burst out laughing.
Hye got up from the couch, ran, managed to grab the doorknob.
*Clap*
She pulled off the straps of her dress, letting it fall at her feet. I admire her cunning, even though she was late.
I undo my shoes, take off my shirt, ridding myself of tensions. The day had been a long one, so much so that I wanted to return home soon. Hye, you made a grave mistake.
"The well is deeper now, hotter. Arching you hold onto your elbows, ass and feet. Your sensitive, mudstained breasts are eager to feel the slide of a manly tongue. The humidity of the environment welcomes you. You feel the light from the mouth of the well twinkling as if far away, but the light has not gone, your eyelids are closing, your eyelids tell you how far you are from your consciousness, close your eyes, you're gone."
"You dream, you dream inside the well, all darkness and silence. Only my voice accompanies you in your hallucination. Hands form in empty space, a worn trunk with four locks falls onto them. To access the mysterious contents of the trunk, you must answer the questions around the locks. I'll read them for you."
"How would you describe your place of peace? A place where you trust that everything goes well."
"Who would accompany you in that place? Your parents, your friends, someone else ..."
"When you have trusted someone and this has broken your confidence, what do you feel?"
"Do you remember the faces of those people who hurt you?"
"Save those answers, process them and feel them, one by one. Concentrate on those answers that are the key to the lock. The trunk is opening slowly, inside there is a diorama, with people to scale, indistinguishable, except for how they are divided, some with white shirts, others with black shirts. And a naked girl, dirty and stained, surrounded by them.
Your vision is becoming clearer, now you can distinguish the place, it is your place, your place of peace; people in white shirts are the ones you've wanted there and the others are invaders, people who have broken your confidence." I roll my sweaty shirt and place it on her nose. She tries to tilt her head away but I stop her.
"The sky begins to fill with clouds, they fall quickly and form fog, you want to escape but the people with white shirts take you by the arms, listen to the one with the brightest white shirt tell you, 'Only the black shirts flee.' " She stopped trying to move her head, although her expression remained tense.
"Those in black shirts actually run in terror, you feel everything they have done to you, the pain, the frustration, the humiliation. The saving fog captures them, turning their bodies to dust, the bad feelings that you have just felt are gone forever. You allow the mist to enter your lungs and integrate with you." Unconsciously she grabs my hand and pulls my shirt over her face. I stroke her hair.
After a while, I remove the shirt from her nose.
"A new man enters the scene, the others give him space, they are standing, facing each other. He approaches your left ear and whispers:
'The others can not see it, but I know what you are. You're a dirty whore.' He snaps his fingers."
*Snap*
"He grabs your ass. He goes to the other ear and whispers again:
'If you're an obedient girl, I'll let you kiss me a shoe, you vile bitch.' "
*Snap*
"Are you an obedient girl?" I explore the inside of her pussy with my fingers.
"AhaA, mmn. I am an obedient girl."
*Snap*
"MnMn! I am a very obedient girl!"
"The man takes off his shoe and gives it to you. You make a sensible decision, you lick it, his stench subdues to you, you notice how grimy you are. Your instinctive nature forces you to masturbate, to understand and characterize the aroma that is stuck in your windpipe. All the white shirts look at you without expression. You are worshiping the smell of a stranger, in front of your trusted acquaintances, playing with your pussy no matter what they think. The smell of his feet is more powerful than the fog in your lungs."
*Snap* *Snap* *Snap*
I watch the Korean masturbate, enjoying my leather shoe. Now to do the same with my cock.
"He walks towards you, puts his sole in your face. Your heart and pussy throb. Pleasure blossoms, in your face. Shoulders. Arms. Wrist. Fingers. Tits. Abdomen. Cunt. Thighs. Even the nails of your feet. You're immobile, you can move, but you must not, you don't want to, it is comfortable to be under his big feet. In that position you welcome his sexual dominance over you.
The shirt that he wears, regardless of its previous color, turns white and shines until it diffuses the presence of everything that surrounds him. You hear yourself babbling: 'I love being submissive, I love the smells of my master,' and cum powerfully."
"I love being submissive, I love the smells of my master ... Oh, shit! ... mMn..AAa! ... mm..Ughg .."
"A great light manifests, you regain your senses in the well. Your thighs are soaked in vaginal fluid. You see a crack that increases and becomes circular. You approach the hole in the wall curiously, and get caught by the scent as something cylindrical comes out of it." I pull back the foreskin of my cock, I touch her nose with my glans.
*Snap*
"You can not see clearly. You use touch and smell to determine what that cylindrical object is. Your tongue runs along your teeth, you want to absorb the cylinder with your mouth. But you're not allowed, only the girl outside the well can do that. You must settle for appreciating all the nuances of the aroma, and remember your best sexual experiences, associate them with him. Every sexual touch, every orgasm impregnated with that aroma, unforgettable."
*Snap*
She is between my outstretched legs, with closed eyes, smiling, pressing her nose against my cock and running it all over, mainly under my glans, fondles my balls, lowers her head to them. She stops, takes a large breath and lets it out in wonder, biting her lower lip. She performs the scan several times, until I ejaculate on her face.
*Snap*
"Open your eyes, you're still in the well, and the well has limitations. You cannot suck me, or swallow your dose of male juice. When you come out of the well, sensing my smell, your insatiable voracity will make you suck, without thinking, it will be as natural as blinking; a need that requires action, not reflection. My jizz will come out if you hunt for it, you know that my juice inside will cause unimaginable pleasure."
I hold her chin, raising her cum-stained face.
"Even if you forget everything that happened, your nose will remember what you feel and you will act accordingly." I took out a cloth and cleaned her up.
"One, you trust my voice. Two. Three. Four, you will accept the proposal I will make to you. Five. Six. Seven, smell always beats your will. Eight, you want to do it, you need to do it and you will do it. Nine."
"Ten, wake up."
She raised her arms, stretching and yawning.
"If I ever have trouble sleeping, I know where to come," she said.
