Quarter To Three

Missy's eyes snapped open, staring up into the inky blackness with sudden, inexplicable alertness. She felt her brain surface from sleep with a determination that was as absolute as it was perplexing--she didn't remember waking from a weird dream, she didn't feel an urge to go to the bathroom, she just... didn't feel tired anymore. And even before she reached for her phone to find out what time it was, the darkness that surrounded her bed told Missy that she wasn't lucky enough to have just woken up a little bit before her alarm. This was the deep dark, the quality of true night only experienced by insomniacs and the truly nocturnal. Missy wished she didn't know it this well.

Sure enough, the display on her smart phone lit up brightly with a lock screen reading '2:45'. The absolute worst time of the night to wake up. Not nearly late enough to get a good night's sleep--Missy had tossed and turned for what felt like a solid hour, and that was after finally forcing herself to lie down at nearly eleven o'clock--but far, far too late to get back to bed easily before the alarm went off and she had to drag herself to work. She was going to spend the whole damn day bleary-eyed and groggy again, pushing every fucking thought through a goddamn sea of sludgy exhaustion and hating every second of her existence until she made it home and the insomnia kicked in and the whole cycle repeated itself.

Unless.

Missy knew exactly what supplied that treacherous little 'unless', exactly which voice slipped it into the pause in her head between frustration and indecision. Oh, it sounded like the voice of her own thoughts, and on some nights Missy's brain remained just drowsy enough to fool herself into thinking that she came up with this particular idea all on her own. But her subconscious had done just a little bit too good of a job at waking her up, and Missy understood with crystal clarity that the impulse that suddenly popped into her mind wasn't hers. It belonged to Peace. Master Peace, if Missy wanted to follow that particular rabbit hole all the way down into her unconscious and come back out just a little more susceptible to his control.

She'd sworn off of his material months ago. Ever since that one weird day when she blanked out listening to one of his files in the evening and had gone to work the next day without panties, slipping off to the restroom no less than five times to edge her soaking cunt and earning herself a snotty note from her work director about good time management, Missy had decided that maybe 'Master Peace Theater' needed to drop off her list of PornVid channels to subscribe to. Maybe he didn't mean any harm by it, maybe the problem was with Missy and the way her subconscious just responded to his instructions a bit too well for her own good, but she could tell when she was getting in over her head. She decided it was time to quit cold turkey.

Only she quit a little bit too late, didn't she? By the time Missy decided she needed to take a break and clear her head from the constant pink fog of brainwashing and masturbation that turned her nights into a heady blur of sex and submission, her subconscious was already a little bit too used to getting the reward fix from Peace's nightly conditioning. Even when she put on the deprogramming file he listed all the way down at the bottom of the screen and described with some reluctance as 'For those who no longer want to Be Mine', it didn't do any good--something deep inside her needed to be mindfucked every evening, and it wouldn't let that craving go away. Missy listened to the deprogrammer six times before she realized she'd just tricked herself into getting her hypnosis fix another way.

But Missy had been around the hypnokink community for a few years. She'd picked up a few things. She understood that if she only fought the cravings long enough, eventually they'd subside as her brain picked up new habits and slowly unlearned all the things it had learned under Peace's dubious tutelage. She just needed to suffer through some rough nights, stay mindful of all the justifications and rationalizations her deep self might use to trick her into thinking just one more file couldn't hurt, and sooner or later she'd shake off his programming and feel like her old self again. And most nights, she did exactly that.

But it was nearly three AM. Missy's resistance was at its lowest ebb. Exhaustion was slowly beginning to seep back into her brain like water infiltrating an old basement, not nearly enough to make her really tired again but plenty when it came to finding the wherewithal to argue with herself about the quickest way to get back to sleep. Her thoughts kept going back to the last file she listened to every night for almost a solid year, the comfortable and familiar voice that helped her rub herself into a deep, hypnotized slumber. 'Peace and Pleasure'.

Missy fumbled for her tablet. She'd taken out the bookmark, but her fingers knew the URL for his channel by heart.

She had a laughably brief moment where she tried to convince herself that she was really just going to the website to decide whether she wanted to break her promise for the fifth time in a month, but Missy didn't even have time to lie to herself properly before her finger stabbed at the link and the sound of Peace's smooth, seductive voice wrapped around her thoughts and cocooned her drowsy mind into vacant bliss. "You've returned because you need peace and pleasure, haven't you?" he asked. Missy didn't even notice herself nodding in agreement.

Within moments, it was as if she'd never left. Missy's fingers slipped down between her legs to rest gently in the slick cleft between her plump pink labia, and her breathing slowed into a gentle, relaxed rhythm that she remembered all too well. The spiral overlaid onto the screen drew her gaze once again to Mas--to Peace's hard cock, and she discovered that she settled into the same masturbatory rhythm as always without a moment's hesitation. "Of course you have," the man on the screen said confidently, beginning to stroke himself. "You need peace, and I am the Master of the Peace that awaits your tired mind."

Missy felt an almost tangible wave of relief wash over her as she stared with fluttering eyelids at the pumping fist, going up and down and drawing all her attention to its ceaseless motion until her thoughts popped like soap bubbles. "The more you watch, the more you feel Master Peace capturing your will, calming your mind, leading you deeper down into a state of perfect relaxation. And the more you relax, the better you feel for me. Peace is pleasure, and pleasure is peace. And since I am Master Peace, I am the Master of Pleasure as well, isn't that right?" Missy's head bobbed up and down again, her short black hair tangling into a mess against her pillow as she gave up the exhausting struggle to hold onto her independence and simply sank into the hypnotic induction. She could sort out her complicated feelings about Master Peace later. Right now she just needed to sleep. And sleeping meant surrendering to the file.

"That's it. You remember from all the other times you've watched my cock and felt it push deep into your mind. Everything I say is always right. Everything I tell you just slips right into your vacant, sleepy brain just like a hot, stiff cock sliding into your wet pussy and fucking your will away. The more you stare at my shaft, the more you realize that everything I'm telling you is true and it's always been true. You want peace. You want pleasure. And I'm the Master of Peace and Pleasure in your empty, obedient mind." Missy heard herself hiss in arousal, her fingers skating up and down the slick cleft between her labia in perfect time with the stroking hand on the screen. God, she'd missed this.

It was just... fuck, it was everything she wanted in a Master. Every single hot button Missy had, from cock fixations to spirals to picturing a hot, thick shaft sliding straight in between the lobes of her brain and directly fucking her mind into submission, Master Peace described in tones that absolutely smoldered with sex and seduction. It was like he was made for her, like he saw her right through the screen and plucked the fantasies out of her head to turn them into words. "The more you give yourself to me, the more you stare and sink and surrender, the more peace and pleasure I release into your deep, drowsy subconscious."

Missy's fingers dipped a little bit deeper into her cunt, teasing her wet opening. She knew this video by heart--well, at least a part of her did, the part of her that remained attentive the whole way through even after her conscious mind emptied out and she sank into a blank, amnesiac void--and she knew just how to time her pleasure to her Master's words. "You're already floating on a sea of peace, an ocean of pleasure. You just don't realize it yet. That secret wellspring of ecstasy is flooding your weak, drowsy will until you have no choice but to surrender to my power. Isn't that right, pretty girl?" Missy let out a tiny little squeak of affirmation, almost a whimper. She could hear within it how blank and thoughtless she was becoming.

"Of course it's right. It's always right. All you need to do is stare at my cock, watch my hand stroking up and down, up and down as my long, hard shaft pushes into your wet cunt of a brain, and you know I'm right about everything. And every time you stop thinking and agree, you feel more Mastered by Peace and Mastered by Pleasure. You don't want to think anymore. Peace and pleasure feel so much better than trying to use that silly little mind of yours." Missy's breath hitched, and her index finger skated over her throbbing clit. The playful, gentle condescension in Master Peace's voice hit another one of her hot buttons, one she barely even knew she had until she found that rare Dominant who hammered on it until she moaned.

"Your mind always wants peace. Your mind always wants pleasure. The more you struggle against your desires, the more it exhausts you, until you're simply too tired to think for yourself and you submit to my loving guidance again." Oh shit. That was it, that was the sentence that always brought Missy back. Why did she only ever remember this when her eyes were so heavy that the screen was little more than a blur of motion and her finger strummed her clit ever closer to the orgasm that would blank out her brain and drop her into a sound sleep?

Because deep down, she wanted to forget. Deep down, she wanted to be controlled by Master Peace, not because he brainwashed her to crave it but because his brainwashing was everything she already craved. No matter what Missy's waking mind said about missing panties and snotty supervisors who bitched and moaned about productivity while they spent half their day texting Pokemon memes to their friends, she loved all the things these files made her do and she didn't want to give up even a second of it. She was only fooling herself into thinking she wanted to resist. And in the middle of the night, when the distractions were gone and she could really listen to that voice inside her head, Missy couldn't lie to herself any longer.

"Watch my cock, pretty girl," Master said. "Feel it fuck your mind deeper. Feel it fuck all your will away until it squirts out around my shaft and you cum yourself completely into my power. You can't fight that pleasure, you can't fight that peace, and you can't fight the Master of Peace and Pleasure, can you?" Missy heard herself grunt in deep, animalistic rapture, and her clit throbbed like a second heartbeat as she pressed down hard on it and felt her thighs squeeze together in orgasmic bliss. Her eyes went wide for a moment, overwhelmed by ecstasy, and the last sight to burn itself onto her tired mind before she sank into insensate bliss and tumbled down the rabbit hole into oblivion was her Master's long, thick, utterly perfect penis.

THE END