It had been months since he had started listening to Her voice. Months since he had found himself answering Her call to come and serve Her wishes. Each time he had tried to resist Her pull She had appeared and bound him more tightly to Her than before. He was sure just being in Her presence sent him into a trance where She could manipulate his thoughts and plant suggestions in his mind that he was acting on unconsciously. Creating cravings in him that over the months had turned into a real addiction. It was no longer Her voice bending him to do things for Her. It was no longer his will being bent to Hers. The bending had already been done. Now, over the last few weeks She had gone almost silent.
In the beginning She was in constant contact with him. Instructing him, guiding him to listen to recordings. Bringing him to Her and making him understand what it was like to be under Her control. He shivered with pleasure just thinking about it. The craving pulled at him to hear Her voice, to reach out to Her in order to seek Her approval. He was now missing Her attention and he knew what he had to do in order to receive it. He found he could briefly fight the urge to constantly please Her, but eventually he would relent.
The relationships he had always been in with women were never like this. He never sought their attention the way he craved Hers. That was the power She now had over him. It frightened him when he first thought about it until the sense of pleasure of pleasing Her quelled the fear. He would tell himself this was it, and he was no longer going to listen to Her. He would no longer answer Her summons. Then he would think to himself to just relax for a little while and listen to Her voice and he would be sucked back in. No doubt he was addicted. His behavior was typical for an addict and he so badly wanted more.
Since She had slowed down the contact the cravings only grew stronger the longer he waited to reach out to Her and find out how he could please Her. The thought of begging was ridiculous to him and it hardly registered to him that in a way he was begging for Her attention. She always seemed so sweet and he had trouble thinking of Her as cruel or domineering. The subtlety with which She had seduced and wrapped him around Her finger was like nothing he had ever experienced.
Now he found himself sitting on his couch in his boxers, texting Her and asking Her what he could do to make Her day easier. How could he make Her happy.
"Oh My pet, it is so good you want to please Me."
Seeing Her words on the screen of his smartphone sent a wave of pleasure through his body causing his cock to stir.
"I know you are so badly in need of My direction. Have You been thinking of me often? Thinking of what would please Me?"
"Yes Domina," his hands trembled as he typed the response.
"Have you been fantasizing about Me pet?"*giggles*
