"Let's go with 'obedience is pleasure' tonight, pet," Lynn purred, pressing a little switch at the base of the decorative fountain to start the pump. A trickle of water began to flow out of the nozzle at the top, running along the channel to pour onto the water wheel that formed the centerpiece of the installation. Michael's eyes instantly locked onto it as it started to turn, his expression slackening into vacant bliss and his hand moving automatically down to caress his heavy balls. It never took more than a moment to drop him when she did it like this; years of play together had taught his mind certain pathways that always led inexorably to trance, and this was Lynn's personal favorite.
"Obedience is pleasure," he murmured, the words coming out in a sigh of drowsy pleasure as his fingers lightly stroked and rubbed at his sack. Lynn could see his erection beginning to grow, but she knew Michael was too well trained to simply begin jacking himself off without permission. He was already focused on her desires, her satisfaction, and his perfectly conditioned mind understood that what pleased Lynn most was the squirming, needy arousal that slowly built in his hypnotized brain while he programmed himself with her hypnotic mantras. She'd installed so many over the years, some of them so deeply ingrained that he simply forgot that he knew him until she prompted his thoughts as easily as she primed the pump on the water wheel.
"Surrender is bliss," he droned, and she could already hear the drifting emptiness flowing into his sleepy monotone. She knew he could hear it too; one of Lynn's earliest suggestions, back when they first began playing and she had only just begun to discover how obedient his submissive brain truly wanted to be, was that hearing himself speak while in trance would reinforce his descent into hypnotic compliance. It proved to him without a shadow of a doubt that he was truly falling into her mesmerizing spell, and Lynn never stopped taking delight in his drowsy astonishment when he listened to his own voice and dropped infinitely deeper into peaceful relaxation.
"Trance is ecstasy," Michael mumbled, and Lynn gave a secret smile at the way his slack jaw and nerveless lips slurred the words just a tiny bit. She watched his eyes go progressively more blank and glassy, continuously following the endless fall of the rivulets of water that turned the wheel around and around and made the spiral design she'd painted onto it swirl hypnotically for him. She knew from the moment she found it what she was going to use this particular toy for, and he'd eagerly and enthusiastically agreed with the idea as soon as she described it to him.
"Obedience is pleasure," he repeated, his mind circling back around to the beginning of the mantra in a perpetual loop that circumscribed the flow of his thoughts every bit as completely as the channels and tubes constrained the water in the decorative fountain. Lynn scooted a little closer, her fingers reaching out to pet her good boy's back and remind his submissive brain just how good it could feel to sink ever deeper into the euphoric delight of helpless compliance. The tiny little quiver of happiness that leaked into his voice made Lynn's smile widen even more, and her other hand slowly crept down between her thighs to tease her slick labia.
"Surrender is bliss," he sighed, and Lynn could see that his cock was now fully erect and twitching gently with barely suppressed lust. Michael had the most wonderfully sensitive balls, and Lynn always enjoyed watching him play with them--some nights she didn't even bother with the water wheel, she just pushed him down onto the bed and let the sudden rush of vertigo drop him into trance before resting between his spread legs and teasing his sack with her fingernails for hours. He never failed to give her the most delectable little moans and whimpers when she played with his body like that, and Lynn almost loved making him squirm more than she loved the sex itself. Anyone could fuck, but only she had the power to render Michael a mindless, mewling mess of vacant need.
"Trance is ecstasy," Michael chanted, his brain fully sinking into the overwhelming joy of submission to Lynn's will. It was definitely having a little bit of an effect on her--she could feel her fingers skating across increasingly slick and slippery flesh, and the little throb coming from her clitoris made her want to squeeze her thighs together around her hand to force it down tighter onto the tingling nub. She caught herself letting out a tiny subvocal gasp of arousal, and she watched Michael's cock visibly pulse in excitement as a dribble of precum leaked out from the tip to spill onto the towel they put down. She knew from long experience that he could get more than a little bit messy when he was turned on. It was one of the things she loved about him.
