"...obedience is pleasure, and pleasure is obedience. Every time you allow my voice to sink deeper into your mind, you feel that pleasure grow." Ximena gradually surfaced from sleep to the sound of her Lady's voice, overlaid by the insistent chimes of her smartphone's alarm. She rolled over and half-opened one eye to look at the phone, just to make sure that she hadn't slept through her first snooze button and forgotten. Satisfied that she had another ten minutes to doze before she really needed to get up, she tapped the touchscreen and flopped back onto the pillow with absolutely no regard for what the twisting and turning would do to her long dark hair.
"Obedience is the path you walk, and my words are like footsteps on that path. The more you listen, the easier that path becomes to find and follow." Ximena's hand drifted down into the warmth between her thighs as she fell back into a light sleep, not quite masturbating but not exactly ignoring the pleasant, dreamy heat of her pussy either. She noticed vaguely that she'd kicked her way out of her clothes sometime during the night-that had been happening more and more often lately, sort of like the way that she'd been waking up with her pussy already wet. She felt a warm glow of inner satisfaction at the realization; it meant that her Lady's programming was working.
"It's so easy to relax your thoughts into that smooth, soft channel for me, pet. So easy to sink and surrender to the path that your Lady draws you down, until all you want to do is think the thoughts you've been told to think." She woke again on the second alarm to find her hips restlessly working against her hand, squirming rhythmically in her sleep to the sound of her Lady's voice. Ximena wished she had a little more time to enjoy the feeling; but this was a Tuesday, and Ximena never had many chances to relax on a Tuesday. She switched off the alarm and dragged herself out of bed.
"It's so much nicer to think your Lady's thoughts, pet. So much better to be directed and controlled, to be free from all that freedom. The more you surrender your will to me, the more fulfilled you become." A few minutes later, she was out on the street in her workout clothes, listening to her Lady's words through a pair of earbuds as her feet pounded the pavement. Ximena stepped up the pace of her morning jog until the cold morning air practically bit the inside of her lungs with every breath-she only had twenty minutes to exercise before she had to get showered and ready for work, and she wanted to make the most of it. From the sound of things, that should put her back at the house right around the time the current loop of her Lady's recording would finish up.
"You know you can surrender yourself to me completely, pet. Your Lady accepts the gift of your mind, your will and your thoughts, graciously and joyously in the spirit of love it was intended, and I cherish that gift. Relax completely now, knowing you belong to me. Always." Ximena made it back to the apartment with about thirty seconds to spare, which was good because it was probably going to take her at least that long to get her hair combed out. She'd just tied it back in a ponytail for her morning jog, and the way it snagged on the hair-tie told her that may have been a mistake. Ximena hadn't grown out her hair this long since she was twelve, and she was still getting used to it. But she knew it pleased her Lady, and that made it all worth while. She shucked her workout gear and headed for the shower.
"Relax your mind, pretty pet, and let my words drift and mingle with your thoughts. You don't need to notice my voice anymore, not when you know that it feels good to let your deep self listen while you simply obey." The words echoed off of the shower walls as Ximena rubbed body wash into her terra-cotta skin, giving just a little extra attention to her full, heavy breasts and thick, stiff nipples. Technically speaking, she could devote as much time as she wanted to playing with herself today so long as she didn't come, but Ximena knew that between morning traffic and the still-icy roads, she didn't really have much wiggle room in her daily routine. That was okay. Her Lady understood. She rinsed off, spraying her shaven pussy with a bit more water than was strictly necessary, and began dressing for work.
"Every time your mind circles around the loop of my words, you think less and less about what your Lady is saying. My words become your thoughts, and your thoughts become obedience." Five minutes of struggling and swearing later, and Ximena had managed to force her hair into some semblance of compliance. That put her a bit behind schedule, but she gained a little time back when her pantyhose decided they were going to play ball and go on smoothly with no runs or snags. Thanks to that minor miracle, Ximena had her turquoise bracelet on her wrist and was ready to walk out the door without any delays. She docked her MP3 player into the car and set off.
"Your mind stays centered and focused on the your daily tasks, just as smoothly and as easily as your eyes might lock on to my pendant. My good girl knows exactly how to concentrate on what her Lady wants you to think about, while the rest of your mind opens to accept your programming." Ximena took a sip of her coffee as she navigated onto the freeway-she made her own, a time and money saver she was even more grateful for now that she had other reasons to avoid a drive-through. Plus, it meant that she could blend it herself; her current mix was half-caf, but she was pretty sure she could get it down to decaf in another two weeks. She'd been sleeping better ever since she started listening to her Lady, as well as getting better about her bedtimes. Which didn't exactly sound 'sexy', but her Lady had a way of making her feel like the sexiest good girl over the simplest things.
