He took a deep breath in and began to feel the numbness slowly fading from his body. His cock was still hard, and the fogginess of the arousal associated with it was slower to subside than his mind coming out of trance. The recordings She had given him were listed in order of days. There was one for each day of the week and every time he fought listening to them on their proper day, he began to feel himself freer of Her in his mind. Then he would get an email or other message from Her. Despite his best efforts he would read the message and find himself on his knees before images of Her as his cock always responded and took over. Commands from Her to stand in the corner and edge himself seemed ludicrous and he would keep thinking how silly it was as he faced the line where two walls met and pulled up and down on his cock.
The whole thing was ridiculous, but he would fall into trance to Her voice. Masturbate without cumming to images of Her online. A part of him would always make himself feel better telling himself that it was just an escape. Merely a little time to himself where he could escape the pressures of his life. The other part worried as the pleasure coursed through him as he completed tasks She had given him. That was the part that always brought him back to Her. Back to Her voice. Back to her commands and suggestions which he carried out without hesitation.
It was Thursday and he had just finished the recording marked for that day. Sunday's were his favorite, for in that recording he was finally allowed release. That was the only day unless She had given some special task, or he had found a way to please Her. And he did find himself thinking of ways to please Her. As much as he told himself he was being foolish or an idiot, or a hundred other things it did not matter, he would do it. He would do it for Her. He had listened to Her recordings and She had told him he was being brainwashed and now it did not matter to him that She had brainwashed him. He embraced a fantasy he had over and over again by different women saying they were going to control him through his cock, but now it seemed that fantasy had turned into reality. She was making it his reality.
Just the thought of feeling like She was controlling him through his cock made his cock get hard and he longed to have Her fog his mind and make him feel good. She was not harsh or cruel. She did not demean him with Her words. So sweet and tender, Her voice would come to his ears and he could not resist it.
He raised himself out of his bed and went to his computer to check his email before getting ready to head to work. As he opened his inbox there was a message from Her. The excitement was instantaneous. The thought of reading Her words sent shivers through his body and he clicked on the message. The message was short: 'your time has come My pet. Tomorrow evening after work you will find yourself wanting to follow the directions below so you can come before Me. It's so sweet the way you will try and resist but I look forward to seeing you on your knees before me tomorrow evening.*giggles*'
Looking below he saw directions that ended with an address. The anticipation made him tremble. As he read Her words again he felt his resistance crumble again and knew it would be a long day and a half as he thought about not going, then feeling the strong desire to see Her. The thought of being near Her made his libido fire up all over again. If he dwelled on the thought of being in Her presence he would fall into the bliss he loved so much. The rush that came again and again in waves. The bliss of submission. The bliss of being conquered by a woman, exploited by his sexual desires for Her.
'yes Domina.' Was his reply to Her email. He started typing ten different replies but felt incapable of sending Her anything but compliance. So that is what he did.
The day at work seemed to drag forever as the thoughts of Her kept plaguing him. What was he going to walk into? What was it She ultimately wanted from him? As much as he wanted to ask Her he did not reply to the email again. The night would have been much the same had he not used a sleep file She had given him on loop to keep him under. He almost called in sick and left early that day to get the anticipation over with, but he knew better. There was another email that morning with only a subject line 'Don't forget your Friday file My pet'. He complied as he had become accustomed to doing. Once his trance was over and he felt more relaxed he headed off to work.
Friday felt twice as long as Thursday, but he managed to get through it. He nearly ran to his car at the end of the day and found himself following the driving directions She had left him. He put the address in his GPS but the system could not pinpoint it, so he stuck to the directions. The drive was less than an hour but took him way out into the suburbs and finally down a dirt road shrouded with trees that was not well lit in the approaching darkness.
