I couldn't believe I was finally going to be where I most belonged... on my knees for Master. I waited naked, nervous, my tummy churning knots. My knees crushed the carpet and the end of the king size four poster bed. They would be red and sore tomorrow, I didn't care. I needed so much to submit to him. To be his good girl. I heard it again in my head, that voice like honey melting my brain.
"Fuck yourself good girl, fuck yourself for Master."
I couldn't wait.
My excessive nerves, however, were not because I wanted him so badly, I was not star stuck. I was not in love. We had never met in person before. I was nervous because I had never been partial to hypnosis. Master was going to want me to fall. He will want me hypnotised and I couldn't be hypnotised. I wanted to be. I tried every time I listened to the audio files of his voice but it just never happened. I tried hypnotists and regressionists. It just didn't work for me.
It didn't matter, I told myself. I could do it anyway, I could be a good girl. I could obey. I wanted to obey. I would be fully conscious but I would obey, and he would tell me I was his good girl. My pussy spasmed slightly in anticipation, I could feel the wetness was no longer just inside my eager hole, I could feel it start to dribble.
Master entered the room. I swallowed hard. I couldn't bear it. I stared so intently at the carpet all but three stands fuzzed out of focus. He took an outstretched finger and placed it under my chin, guiding my face upward til I was looking directly up at him. Our eyes met and his slight but mischievous smile put me at ease. He seemed to like what he could see. I watched as he surveyed me, his eyes visibly switching between my face and very ample bosom.
"You are very pretty, my good girl." I smiled trying not to make it too big. Next, that all too familiar voice of his took me down the ten stairs. At the bottom I still remained aware and conscious but relaxed and calm. Looking into his eyes helped but I still wasn't completely under. If I had wanted to I could have just got up and walked out however this was the furthest thing from what I wanted.
Master bent over and looked deep into my eyes. His eyes were so beautiful, like deep hazel pools I wanted to drown in. I felt my wetness start to gather in a small glob in the crease between my thigh and my pussy. I wanted Master to notice. I wanted him to see what he had done to me. I wanted to feel the sting and the warm flush of embarrassment of the moment he realised that I was unable to control my arousal for him. That hypnosis or not he controlled my pussy. But he just stared into my eyes, like he was looking for something. I stared blankly back.
He stroked my hair and finally looked away.
"Now my pet, in a moment I am going to pull out my cock. When I do, it will be the most arousing thing you have ever seen. You are going to open your mouth and I am going to push my cock into your mouth, deep. You will not gag. Good girls do not gag. You will take my cock into your throat and with every deep stroke into your throat you will feel an orgasm building in your pussy."
Master unzipped his fly. His suit was black and most likely tailored as it fit in a way that could only be described as Devine. When he opened his fly his erect cock sprung forth unassisted. Master was right though. I didn't even need conditioning to know this was the most arousing thing I'd ever seen. I knew Master liked it when his good girls drooled for him. Except I was drooling from my tight little pleasure hole, and now both creases were full with my wetness. However, seeing his hard cock in front of my face did cause involuntary salivation.
I opened my mouth. He pushed his cock inside. It felt even bigger than it looked and when he pushed it with no remorse into my open throat I did what any unconditioned girl would do. I gagged hard. I had disobeyed. I didn't mean to. However when I looked up at Master, where I thought I would be met with an angry scowl, instead I saw a knowing smile.
"I knew it. Dear pet. You know this is an experience for my most conditioned good girls. Your eagerness is endearing but please put your clothes back on and once you have had enough conditioning though the audios you may try again."
My eyes welled with tears. He didn't understand I would never be able to be conditioned. I pleaded from my perfect begging position on my knees. As tears started to run and fall.
"Please Master. I promise I will be a good girl. I will obey. It's just that I can't be hypnotised. Please let me prove that I can be your good girl."
It seemed my tears were pleading my case also. From my position at cock height it was easy to see that the moment that Master saw the tears fill my eyes, his relaxing cock jerked back to attention. He seemed to be very aroused by watching me cry on my knees, begging for him. Whatever it took. I didn't care. Masters arousal was all that I wanted right now. I wanted him so hard he wouldn't turn my aching body away. I wanted him, I needed him and I deserved him. I encouraged the tears to run unhindered down my face.
"Alright my pet. I will give you a chance to prove yourself. We are going to play a game. The rules of the game are simple. The first rule is you do everything I say without hesitation," he said.
"Yes Master. I'll do it, I'll prove I'm your good girl" there was no mistaking the eagerness in my voice, even I could hear it.
"Wait, because you didn't let me finish, not off to a great start. You see this is a test, and I want you to fail. Do you know why I want you to fail?"
"Why?" I was confused.
"Because the only other rule is: you must not cum without my permission. If you do, you will fail. I will tell you when to cum and when I do, you will gush your built up arousal for me immediately. Do you remember the command?"
