"I'm going to get some water, babe."
His words lingered with me, echoing in my mind. It's not that they were terribly unusual or important to me, no. Anything he said could have had the same effect. At least, when I'm in this state, it could.
I know out there, outside my mind, I'm sitting naked on the end of his bed with a dreamy expression on my face. While he goes to get some water, I stay here and wander with my mind. Oh, sure, occasionally I'll be dimly aware of my surroundings or my wet pussy, but those fleeting distractions always pass. Until he says something directly to me, I won't react. Hell, I probably won't even take much notice of that unless he tells me to.
That was a big problem before he fixed it. He put me into my trance with a TV still on in the other room. He turned his back for a few moments, and there I was, calling the number on the TV "now, with a credit card ready". Now I tune out anything not directed at me, personally. If he touches me, I'll feel it, if he speaks near me, I'll hear his rich, deep voice, but unless he directs an order or question to me, none if it will cut through this pleasant, dreamy fog.
I wonder what's taking him so long with the water. Or maybe it's not. My sense of time is always distorted when I'm like this. One time, he slipped the head band on me and just sat and cuddled me for hours. When he removed it, it took me quite a while to realize the sun had set! Another time, he kept me tranced and naked all weekend and I slept in on Monday morning! Oops!
Mmm... the head band can be dangerous, but damn do I love what it - and he! - does to me when I wear it. All he has to do is hand it to me, and I'll be putty in his hands in a few minutes at most. It's funny, I don't even remember what it looks like, but my pussy knows. Just seeing it in my hand, my mind begins to go all spacey and my legs begin to squirm. I can resist it, but sooner or later (usually sooner) I'll pull it over my head. Immediately, I become like this. Lost in thought. Oblivious to the world. Obedient. Aroused. Aroused at the thought of my obedience.
Most of the time, he makes me like this for our pleasure. Sometimes though, he uses it for my obedience and my complacency. He once had me come Christmas shopping with him - for myself! He told me later that I had bought, wrapped and hidden my own presents (and then, later, put them under the tree) and I still didn't know what they were. Heck, he says I even told him what to buy.
Mmm... the thought of being out in public like that! Outwardly normal, but inwardly hot and submissive, bound to his will. It makes me melt. For a moment I feel the liquid heat in my thighs before descending back into my sexy stupor. I wonder if he's looking at me now, watching the swell of my breasts and contemplating how to take me next...
Did I just feel a breeze on my nipples? They're so stiff! I hope he's as stiff when he enters me... Mmmm, I love it when he touches me, and I love being helpless for him, but I love it the most when they're both together. My pleasure is completely his. I have no choice but to surrender to his ministrations. I can't ask him to go faster or slower, I can't pump my hips, I can't even clutch him to me. Unless he tells me to.
Oh! I'm standing up! I momentarily feel a droplet of arousal rolling down my thigh before it's swept away again. I wonder what he has planned for me? I feel myself turn around and bend over the bed. I gasp. My fingers are probing my feminine folds now, frantically, as if cumming were the only thought on my mind. Which, I suppose, it is.
