I woke up early, and felt like a child who just could not wait to get its Christmas present. And what better present could I get than a perfect specimen called Mike Henderson? There was something boring about always getting what I wanted, but he did put up an admirable fight and tried to resist me all the way. All in all, he was just a polite and decent guy that cared about people around him, but that made all this even more enjoyable for me. Once he started to think about me as his friend, it was almost too easy to twist his misplaced trust to reach my goals. At this point he cared only about me and he wanted to do everything in his power to please me. Including voluntarily brainwashing himself into believing everything I told him.
Normally I was content with just bending my targets will and using it to get to my objectives with a little fun sprinkled in, but this time it felt a little different. Maybe because messing with Mike's mind was such a turn on. Or maybe because the chief of police was young, handsome and muscular stud with a shredded six pack. I would make sure there would be a lot of pleasure mixed in the business today and I could barely contain my excitement. This was no time to rush things and even though he was already pretty deep in, I had to wait a little bit more to make sure his mind was completely susceptible to my influence. When I thought about Mike and what he was doing right now, my hand started roaming my body and I sighed heavily -- there was a long day before me.
***
I woke up feeling hung over. There was a bottle of wine on table but I did not remember drinking any. When I tried to recall events of yesterday's evening, they were hazy at best. I remembered Linda looking incredible and me giving her a foot massage, but then it all started to feel little out of focus. But the important stuff was still in my mind -- I remembered her deep eyes looking at me with an excited glint, confident smile while she watched me kneeling and finally her hand roaming her body again. I recalled how much I wanted to do the same, to trace her lips, neck, touch her breasts and slide my hand up her thigh.
Then I remembered the image of her slightly spread legs an fingers tracing fabric of navy-blue thong up and down, up and down. I wanted her so much but was barely able to keep my balance. However right now, just the memory made me so hard that I wanted to touch myself. But I was supposed to visit Linda in the evening and something told me I would need all my strength for her. It was difficult for me to concentrate on anything because my mind was full of images of Linda's face, her amazing body, the dress I wanted to tear from her body so badly and her panties right there in front of my face. She was playing with herself in my living room and I was unable to do anything about it, just watch and listen to her voice.
It was almost like some kind of a spell, but it felt so wonderful that I just wanted more. I had to wait until the evening but that did not mean I had to endure entire day without Linda. I was just so happy that she prepared all those recordings and settled in for another one. It started, as always with the background noise, but it was no longer annoying, it just became a part of listening experience and it wasn't worth paying any attention. Only thing I needed to focus on was Linda's voice and all the sweet things she was telling me.
"Welcome back, relax and listen to my voice. There is no need to concentrate, just let my words flow through your mind. You are already so used to listening to my words that it has become your favorite pastime. When you have a chance and want to unwind, you just play one of my recordings and enjoy what they are doing to you."
It was incredible how fast I became used to listening to these files. I already knew Linda's voice had an amazing quality to it and I enjoyed her words every time we met, but it still amazed me how compelling these recordings were. I looked forward to listening to them more and they made me feel great.
"You no longer care what is being said in these recordings, because they make you feel amazing and you just want to enjoy the feeling no matter what happens. You can just switch your mind off and take in anything and everything my voice says to you."
It felt so great to just let my mind drift and listen to her voice. I remembered that it was difficult in the beginning because I was fighting with some of the things she told me, but I was finally getting better at just opening my mind and letting those words in.
"You trust my voice and you believe my words, because you know I am always telling you the truth. There is no point in thinking about them, there is no reason to question them. It is easy to just let them inside your mind, accept and believe them. You always feel great when you listen to my voice and take in my words."
I vaguely recalled how weird it was to listen to her recordings in the beginning. My mind was having a hard time grappling with some of them and they felt almost alien and invasive. I have gone a long way since then and now her every word brought me more pleasure. It was so easy to go along with everything she said.
"In fact, my words are going so deep inside your mind that you have trouble discerning them from your own thoughts. Since my words are always true and they are so deep in your mind, there is really no reason why they shouldn't be as important as your thoughts. When you hear me speak, you immediately open your mind and my words will go deep, so deep that they will become your own thoughts, your own ideas and your own desires."
I was having a hard time following her line of thinking but it was not important. My mind was open and receptive right now and I was content with letting her voice flow in. Her words were mixing with my thoughts and I started to have a really hard time distinguishing them from each other, almost as if I had two voices inside my mind telling me what I have to do.
"And since you take in everything I tell you, it is easy for your mind to accept all these new thoughts without question. There is no need to think about where they came from, there is no need to worry about them, you just want to absorb those thoughts and act upon them, because they bring you so much pleasure. Listening to my voice and accepting your new thoughts is always pleasurable."
If there were more voices in my head, it did not matter to me anymore. I was just flowing on a wave of amazing pleasure that Linda's voice brought me and there was nothing that would unsettle me right now. Going with the flow and listening to her words was just so pleasant.
"You realize that these new thoughts bring you more pleasure than anything you have thought about before. Taking them in feels so great that you want them inside your mind no matter what. Nothing can stop you from accepting these new thoughts. You want the enjoyment; you want them inside your mind and you want to think only these new thoughts I am talking about."
I was completely open to flow of her words right now. I needed them inside and I wanted to have all of those new thoughts she was telling me about. I would do anything to have more enjoyment from them.
"Some of these new thoughts may be in conflict with something you were sure about before. I might talk to you about opinions that you remember being confident about before and you will realize, that you were mistaken. There will be two voices in your mind, your old thoughts and my new thoughts, that bring you pleasure. And when you decide what is true, pleasure is always more important. You don't need to think about it -- new thoughts are true; things I tell you are true. You believe them and they bring you pleasure. And if you ever remember believing anything else, you will discard that belief without any hesitation, because you realize how wrong you were."
It was more and more difficult to follow all the voices in my mind and make any sense out of them, but now I just had to follow the pleasure and everything would be okay. Linda was talking and I needed to let her words in. They brought me enjoyment and it was easy to accept each and every thought that she put inside my mind.
"Now let's talk about some of the things you were wrong about -- you always thought of yourself as a confident and competent person, but that was only a charade. Look deep inside you and realize you are insecure, timid, weak and you need my guidance."
My internal image was changing deep inside my open and receptive mind. Only now I recognized how much I was lying to my friends and most of all to myself. My life up to this point was full of uncertainty and fear of decisions. There was weakness inside me that I was only barely able to cover up with a fake mask and it was being easily torn down by Linda.
"I will now tell you things that are your innermost thoughts and you will believe each and every one of them once you repeat them out loud. Now repeat after me: I am weak and insecure."
"I am weak and insecure," it was unpleasant for me to admit this, but there was nothing to worry about when I listened to Linda's voice.
"I am uncertain and I need guidance."
"I am uncertain and I need guidance," I echoed and again found release in admitting my deep thoughts.
"I want Linda to help me and give me advice."
"I want Linda to help me and give me advice," pleasure washed over me because I realized how important she already was for me and how good it felt to listen to her voice.
"I want Linda to make important decisions for me."
