All consensual, all the time

They were smiling down at you, one hand on your chin. “Just stare into my eyes, pet. Sink deeper for me. Let your brain unwind even more than it already has done. I know, the pleasure’s pushed your brain so deep into a sweet, submissive headspace.”

Each word they said was another weight on your mind, weighing your thoughts down. Everything felt so slow. So hazy. Their eyes were the only point of stability in your vision, looking away made you feel so dizzy. So, you just stared deeper, and deeper, unwilling to look away.

 “You’re such a good, obedient toy for me.” They cooed, the hand on your chin pulling you closer to their entrancing gaze. “Sinking so softly, and sweetly. Mind melting away. Letting me take control. But that’s what you want, isn’t it honey? You want me to take control, forever.”

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“Hey!” he said, not looking up.

She leaned in closer, aiming to fill his field of vision over the top of the pages.

“One sec, I’m almost done with this chapter.”

She reached down, slowly, and placed two fingers under his chin.

“I…” he started.

Her fingers lifted his gaze up; she could feel his jawline going slack already.

——

They both loved the way hypnotic kisses felt, but he’d been far too eager. Even with so many reminders of things only happening when they were “safe and appropriate” she’d still feel him swoon to a little peck on the way out the door in the morning, and that was wasn’t doing anyone any good. Mostly.

She loved that level of control and responsiveness; it was one of his best qualities (along with making a mean pesto). But she didn’t need him zoning out before his commute every morning.

So she hatched a plan, and set to the work of molding his mind to fit. He’d need to save that response for later, she whispered to his subconscious. Let it build up.

She’d chosen one particular color. It was a shade she only wore now and then; deep red, bold and unmistakeable. She spent time helping his brain learn that when her lips were that color, that was when all that desire to drop, to let go and melt to her kisses would all be released.

His brain (as it always did) happily accepted the idea. It was just a matter of knowing when to put it to use.

——

She leaned in, close, and she saw his eyes grow somehow more intense and also more distant. She loved that.

“What happens next?” she asked, knowing full well his subconscious had already made sure he knew. Watching him wordlessly process that, his body and mind somehow diverging and moving in concert at the same time, filled her with another rush.

As he started to open his mouth to a, she pressed her lips to his. That feeling—the one where he tried to kiss back but just went soft and limp instead—would never get old, but this was something altogether different. The response was so instant, so effortless.

She reached gently behind his neck to guide his head, now lolling gently, back onto the cushion.

“That’s right…” she intoned in The Voice, taking in the close up view of a conscious mind being well and truly relegated to the background, lost somewhere in a deep red haze.

Another kiss, leaving a mark right in the middle of his forehead, and he let out a sigh that gave her a silent chuckle.

“You’re so good at taking instructions,” she whispered.

——

As he came to some time later, disheveled and confused, she took in the scene as she counted up. She’d long since made herself more comfortable, leaving him in a heap on the couch to float and dream of her kisses (and what he could do to earn them).

She could see he’d taken the suggestion to heart about letting his conscious mind forget what it didn’t need to remember. He was clearly unsure of how he ended up longwise and barely clothed on the couch where he’d been reading a few seconds before.

“How ya doin’ there?” she half-laughed, half-asked, just for the joy of seeing his little mind try and make any sense of the scene.

As he came back more fully, his words made it obvious he knew what he needed to know, and that was just fine with him.

She listened closely as he made his way to the bathroom down the hall, waiting for the moment.

“Ummm… honey, why am I…” he said, as he looked in the mirror.

“Never mind that,” she said back, pleased with herself at the evidence of that deep red haze she’d left on his face and neck as a little surprise.

Three dots, in your messages from them. Had they known? Were they aware of what you were doing? How weak you were right now? Your mind spiralled into a blissful panic as they typed, until, by the time that their message arrived, you were almost craving it.

“Hi pet. Is someone feeling needy?”

You slowly answered it, typing one handed, as you continued to play with yourself. “I don’t know what you mean.” You sent back, trying to play it off.

Then the three dots returned. You waited, eager. Watching them bounce up and down.

It was almost hypnotic in a way. You found your hand mirroring the rhythm of the dots, as your mind followed them up, and down. Until the disappeared, and the next message arrived. “I mean, forty notifications in about 10 minutes, you were clearly enjoying my content.”

You felt yourself flustered, and went to respond, but found yourself distracted again by the three dots. Your brain went a little blank again as you watched, your message sitting unfinished, forgotten as another edge pushed the words out of your mind.

“Of course, now we’re talking on here, the three dots must be melting your mind again, as I type this. It’s such a fun trigger that one. How long have you been edging, toy? Answer me.” Your fingers moved automatically, obediently. You had no choice. They had commanded you.

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When Jo came back with Sam's beer, he and the boys were chuckling over something, and the way Lou kept glancing over in her direction made Jo certain they'd been talking about her. "Something funny?" she asked, giving all five men a polite smile but a very pointed stare. "Don't tell me I missed another great conversation, boys." She tried to keep the edge out of her voice, but it was hard not to get a little weird about the vibe she was getting from Sam and his friends--her boyfriend had invited her on this trip, yes, but she didn't feel like she was a part of the social circle and that was a distinctively uncomfortable emotion. As beautiful as the wilderness was at Sam's cabin, she almost wished they'd left her home if they were just going to treat her like a, a, a--

"An object," Sam said, breaking into Jo's train of thought with that whiskey-smooth voice of his and making her brain perk up to full attention the way it always did when he spoke. "That's all, babe. I was telling the boys I could turn you into an object, and they wanted to see some proof. It's no big deal." It felt like a very big deal to Jo, a complete and total betrayal of any pretense that she was here as part of the gang and not simply some kind of weird trophy girlfriend for Sam to show off to his buddies… and yet her body's response confused her. Jo's pussy throbbed with a warm, mellow surge of arousal that clashed with her frustration and left her emotionally off-balance; she wanted to be angry, but there was something deep down inside her that craved what Sam was describing so badly that it muted her offended dignity and made her tremble with some deep and forgotten desire.

Forgotten, at least, until Sam cupped Jo's chin with his strong fingers and cooed, "Is that what you want to be, sweetie? Do you want to be furniture for Master?" That was when the bottom dropped out of Jo's mind and she remembered exactly how good it felt to be objectified by Sam's potent hypnotic gaze. She got down on her hands and knees on the dock, body freezing in place on the blanket they brought and eyes locking sightlessly into the middle distance as Sam set his beer down on the small of her back and her perfect conditioning kept it from even the slightest wobble. She'd been craving this the whole drive up here, the whole time she'd been sitting through the tedious conversation with Sam's friends, and what her conscious mind had mistaken for frustration was actually the aching need to be triggered into trance and turned into a mindless, obedient toy for her Master to use.

Being freed from the amnesia suggestion brought other things to Jo's mind, but she was losing them as fast as she gained them because her brain was locking up into total, blissful vacancy. Her outfit, nothing more than a skin-tight translucent belly tee and a pair of thong panties that left her tawny ass completely exposed to Sam and his friends' lascivious stares. The hours of discussion and negotiation that went into Jo's first gangbang, the planning that she'd begged and pleaded to be allowed to forget until the moment Sam showed her off to all his buddies like a prize possession. The slickness, the neediness she'd been feeling this entire time just waiting for him to put her on display exactly like this before inviting each and every one of them to take a turn with her body. Jo remembered it all in the moments before she went completely blank… and then there was nothing but sensation as Sam picked up his beer before it wound up getting spilled from the motion of her body getting rocked by thrust after thrust after needy, urgent thrust.

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I've done a similar posts before for this site when I first joined up ROM as an author, but I feel like it deserves a little boost and some visibility out here as one of the many sites where one can enjoy erotic mind control literature. And also, because I'm a little selfish! I figure that if more people know about it, there's going to be more erotic stories to read.

Back when I joined, thanks to @arihi 's post on the matter during the 2018 tumblrapocalypse, I believe that there were barely 150 authors that published on the site, but as of today, that number has risen to 446. The list keeps growing and so does the variety of stories available.

I wasn't going to post this one here but- was in a Mood last night after finishing Hypnovember and wrote this little fantasy to sate my cravings- and a Tumblr friend wanted to see it.

Here it is:

They grabbed her hair by the pony tail- lifting her up off her knees a little. She couldn't THINK she was so tired- but they wanted to make sure all of her thoughts were of them them them

"Try again" they said.

She stood up, looking into their eyes. Trying again.

It was no use. They didn't even have to talk this time. She looked in their eyes and was already falling - gone gone gone. No hope of even getting a word out. Her mind couldn't keep track of how they were hypnotizing her now- it just seemed to happen on it's own. They didn't have to tell her to fall to her knees - she did it automatically as all the fight went out of her. Her knees were too obedient- just like her hands and her body and her head. She couldn't resist them. Couldn't even TRY.

"You don't want to fight, do you?" they inquired, a perfect combination of softness and roughness. "You want to be good for me."

She nodded, gone. She absently noticed she was drooling, her mouth hanging open.

"Good girl," they smiled. "Perfect. Desperate, aren't you?"

She was reacting to commands but she didn't know which anymore. She nodded, though. Desperate, yes. Please please please. Give it to me.

They shoved their fingers in her mouth. She tried to lick them and then settled for sucking, over and over as they jammed themselves in and out of her mouth.

She couldn't keep up.

God, it felt good, she thought, worshipping as best she could.

Somewhere a vibrator started. 'Conditioning' she thought, as she was filled with humming pleasure.

She didn't want to think anymore.

Her eyes must have pleaded for that because they grabbed her hair again, forcing her to look in their eyes as they played with her sensitive mouth.

She lost more of herself, gasping.

She felt a familiar feeling - the feeling that she was about to beg. Helpless anticipation. She let it tear through her, giving way until it became irresistible.

She wondered if they would make her cry this time.

God, She hoped so.

The tears were already forming behind her eyes.

It means something to us, and thus it has meaning.

I'm sitting across from you, holding your hand. Giving you an anchor. Reminding you that no matter how deep into yourself you go, I'll be there with you.

The induction itself is a ramble- this is a path we've both long-memorized, based on knowledge that feels practically woven into our DNA. The words don't matter and the meaning's always the same.

You understand it, I know you do.

You understand me like I understand you.

And so you get that it's so precious for me to be able give you this. It's important for me to share this with you.

I want you to feel calm and thus your tension eases. I watch it seep from your forehead, your neck, your shoulders.

I want you to feel peaceful and so you let everything go with a sigh.

I want you to feel cared for.

So you do.

Just like that.

The words/symbols/gestures/tricks aren't important- they could be anything. Maybe I'm showing off for your amusement. (Our amusement, really). Maybe there's a bit of mind reading there- some magic that lets me know exactly what you want to hear exactly when you need to hear it.

Or maybe all of that is meaningless babble right now. It's the sound of my voice itself that keeps you grounded- safe while you float off into your own little world.

I don't mind.

What's important is I'm here with you.

That you let me be here.

That we can accept and share this, even if it's unconventional.

That doesn't matter.

It means something to us, and thus it has meaning.

“Wake up!”

Erin opened her eyes, blinking a few times as she became aware of her surroundings. Her vision was immediately filled with the image of Candice standing above her looking down. Erin realized sitting in a chair. She tried to move her hands but couldn't. Looking down she noticed her hands were bound to the arm rests. 

But that was the least of her worries. Her body was covered in clothespins. A dozen of them at least. The painful throb of each clip snowballing in her head.

“Please, Candice,” pleaded Erin. A shakiness underlying her words. 

“I know. I know Princess. All those clothespins must really be aching right now.” Candice responded empathetically. “You remember the game we’re playing right? Or did the clothespins make you forget again?” she ran a finger lightly over one of the clothespins causing Erin to gasp.

 “Do I need to remind you of how we play the game?” Candice asked. She didnt wait for Erin to respond. “You are going to name things about myself or our relationship that you are grateful for. For every answer that you give I will take 1 clothespin off, but only if you haven’t already said it. Remember to start each sentence with “I am grateful for…” You’re doing so well. I know you can get all the clothespins off with a little concentration and effort.”

Erin began rambling off things in a desperate attempt to get all the clothespins removed as quickly as possible. “I’m grateful for your beauty Candice. I’m grateful to please you. I’m grateful that you play with me. I’m grateful that we met. I’m grateful to be trained by you…” 

Erin paused, hoping that she hadnt already said those things. She searched her mind and couldn't find any memories of what she had already said. 

“Good Job! You got 2 new ones.” Candice jerked off 2 clothespins. The dull pain became sharp, focused pain at the forefront of Erin’s mind. “Shhhhhh. Breathe.” Candice pantomimed deep breathing. Erin did her best to shut out the pain and focus on her breathing. “That’s it, deep breaths.” 

A minute later Erin started again to ramble off new things to be grateful for. 

After giving 3 more new answers, Erin was nearly feral in her desperation to get the remaining pins off. 

“I'm so proud of you princess. I need you to breathe. Deep breathes. That's it. Just keep breathing and focusing on my words. Allow my words to help you focus through the pain. There’s calm in your breathing and my words. Good girl…. And SLEEP!”

Erin’s head flopped forward as she drifted down, away from the pain, into peaceful bliss. Candice continued talking to her slumped toy, guiding her further into sleep and resetting her mind back to zero. 

“Wake up!”

Erin opened her eyes, blinking a few times as she became aware of her surroundings…

Danni tried to think back before she met Emily. Back before she was collared and enslaved. It's as if she hadn't existed. Not gone but unnecessary to remember. Emily had chiseled away the parts undesired. A slave has no need for things that don’t aid in their service.

Emily had never broken a slave. She had no need to. Danni had given herself willingly, she just never knew it. Before Danni was collared, Emily owned her mind. Her words enlarged and unleashed desires Danni never knew were buried within her. Where there weren't desires Emily planted needs. Cravings. Lusts. All unfulfilled by design.

Danni kept returning to go deeper and shed more of herself. Until one day she never left. Gone was the curious girl who liked to poke bears. In her place lived a slave desperate to please because it's her only reward now.

She was happier than ever because her owner told her so.

You took a moment, letting your mind come back to full awareness. “I, yeah, no, I’m okay. I just – sorry, I didn’t tell you earlier, I have a bit of stiffness in my right shoulder, so you talking about everything getting stiff, and rigid just sort of, played with that?”

They were nodding. “Okay, do you want me to change the wording? Like, instead of stiff, I can go with frozen? Or still? Do you think that’ll work for you? Or we can change from a freeze suggestion to you going limp, and play with that.” They had taken hold of your hand.

You squeezed their fingers as you listened to them, and took another moment to think, slightly annoyed at yourself for not mentioning it earlier. Of course a freeze suggestion would probably involve your shoulder. You shrugged it off, you were talking about it now.

As your eyes met theirs again, you realised they were waiting for an answer. “Erm, let’s maybe go with the limp suggestion? Will you still be able to do what you want to with that?”

They smiled, giving one more small nod as they took a moment themselves to think.

“Yeah. That’ll work. We’ll move to the bed, rather than the seat though. More pillows to support you. Don’t want you going limp into a bad position, though, remember, you can reposition yourself.” As you changed positions, they smiled at you. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

With you on the bed, they sat down, next to you, as you were lying, supported by a seemingly endless supply of pillows. “Right, sweetie. Let’s get you back under, shall we? Look at my hand as it danced before your eyes, feel those feelings coming back, and drop!”

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*ding*..*ding* a small sharp sound alerts me to the new text message. I look at the screen and light up when I see your name. With a quick thumb flick the message opens.

"How's family time going?"

"Good, but I'm a little tapped and about to hang out in room for a bit before bed. How's your evening going" I type while walking (sneaking) away from the noise of a very large family still enjoying holiday dinner.

"its going ok. Really bored. Text me when you're to your room"

"Sorry you're bored. Anything I can do? Need me to send you silly shit to make you laugh"

"Awww, you're so sweet to ask. There is something you can do for me."

An audio clip from you pops ups in my messages. I click it and hear, "Sleep." followed by a snap.

Everything slows down and my focus and priority is my phone and your messages.

"I know you've been edging like a good girl for me and Im so proud of you. It's been what, 2 weeks since I last allowed you to cum? You must be soooooo needy and horny. What with all that pent up energy building and building and building, isnt that right?"

"yes" I hazily respond.

"oh good. I imagine that need to cum is growing quite overwhelming. You're mind, well whats left of it, flooding with images that make your hips move buck. Sooo desperate, right"

"yes please let me cum"

"I will. But not just yet. I don't think I'm convinced you really want it bad enough. I want you to convince me to let you cum. Beg me. Bribe me. Maybe if you're comfortable, send me a pic or a video to demonstrate just how munch you want it. And you do want this. Yes, you do"

Another audio file "UP UP UP. "

You exist messages and open the drop screen on your phone. The text messages notifications are rapidly appearing one after another. You calming turn on the DO NOT DISTURB status and click your phone to sleep.

"These should be fun to look at when Im alone in my room tonight", you think. Your lips curl into a small devilish smile. "But first, maybe another slice of pie and ice cream"...

This was one of Zoe's favorite parts of a hypnocon- trading trances with a friend just to see how many creative ideas they could come up with. The only downside (upside?) was that this far into experimentation, they were both REALLY fractionated. The feeling reminded her of giggly slumber parties- when tiredness and manic energy combined into the most absurd, chaotic kinda of fun.

"I have one!" her friend Ivy said, already laughing to herself at her thought.

Zoe shifted, dreading/enjoying her friend's glee.

Ivy raised her hand up to Zoe's gaze and cupped her fingers in a clear, nonverbal gesture: 'focus here'.

After so much fractionation, Zoe felt herself instantly comply.

"Have you ever ridden the Tower of Terror at Disney World?" Ivy asked.

Zoe nodded. She guessed where this was going- preparing herself for a quick, fun drop.

"You don't go down first, of course," Ivy started. "Not from the beginning. What happens first?"

Zoe remembered the Tower from her middle school trip- and the ride's building anticipation.

"You go up," she replied.

Her friend nodded. "You go up," she confirmed. As she spoke, her hand moved upwards.

'But I'm already awake', Zoe thought as she followed the hand.

But her fractionated mind seemed to know exactly what to do. As she focused, she felt herself beginning to gain some energy.

The hand continued rising. "And more up!"

And even more energy. Zoe felt her shoulders straighten.

"And further," said Ivy, animatedly. "Maybe like you've had some espresso."

Zoe felt it. Her gaze kept rising with the hand.

"Even further!" her friend said excitedly.

"Like two shots! Three!"

They hit Zoe- all those shots and she was feeling almost jittery.

"Even more!"

Now Ivy stood up, hand rising even further and faster raising above her head.

Zoe felt herself pulled on her feet too: attention rapt, body engaged, buzzing and curious.

So intensely focused.

Up on her toes now.

"And then- you wait!"

The hand paused.

Zoe stared at it, eagerly.

She knew she couldn't look away.

Somewhere, her body recalled a hovering sensation- precarious and high and anticipating.

"And then..."

A long pause

"DROP!!"

The hand plunged down as Zoe followed it, mind and body instantly collapsing into trance.

Distantly, Zoe felt her friend catch her limp body- cradling her and holding it steady even as she kept falling and falling and

falling and

falling

You had been thinking about them. “I’m just a toy.” You said, before putting a hand to your mouth. Confused. Those weren’t the words you meant to say. “I’m just a toy.” You corrected yourself. Except you didn’t. They were giggling, looking at you.

“I’m glad to hear you’re a toy sweetie, but what were you thinking about just then?” They said.

You tried to be so careful with the words. “I… I’m just-nnn-a- a- a- toy.” The realisation crossed your mind – this must be something they’ve done. Surely.

That would explain the arousal, coursing through your veins, stretching out from your core, infecting each pore on your skin.

“Okay, you’re just a toy. Can you say anything else?” They had leant forwards, studying you, closely.

You held your tongue. You knew what would happen.

They tutted, softly, but were smiling. “Clever, sweetie. Really. But I think you should speak.” They snapped their fingers with the last word.

“I’m just a toy.” The words fell from your lips, out of your control.

“Again.” Another finger snap.

“I’m just a toy.” The arousal pulsed every time you said it.

“Keep repeating it, toy.” They were smiling. The words kept tumbling out of your mouth, as they ordered. Each repetition making the arousal grow. You noticed suddenly how heavy your body was feeling. Stiff. Unable to move. As your eyes widened, pleading, their smile widened.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to notice. But no, you don’t get to touch. Not without permission. You’re just a toy, after all, to be played with. And toys don’t get to choose when they are played with. Just feel the arousal. Feel my control. Good toy.”

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I stand still, close my eyes and focus on my breathing. Deep breathes in, and out. The smell of jute rope slowly wipes away my thoughts of anything but this moment. 

I feel her warm body press against my back as she pulls 2 parallel lines across my naked chest. She leans over my shoulder, watching to make sure her lines are straight. Her warm steady breath across the nape of my neck sends shivers down my back. My knees buckle slightly when her hand grazes my breast while adjusting a line. 

The room around us fades, leaving just her, me and the rope. She wraps another 2 lines across my chest above my breast this time. Im tugged gently this way and that way as she works behind my back. The ropes constrict but only momentarily before I feel 2 lines slide over my right shoulder. 

She follows the rope and appears before me. I open my eyes for the first time since we began. Diane is stunning in her blue dress, with Chucks to match. She weaves the ropes around the horizontal lines and leads the rope over my left shoulder. More gentle tugging as she works the knots behind me. 

“Hands up,” she says. I bring my hands behind me and in a well practiced move I fold them across each other. My hand grabbing the opposite arm to create a small box. Diane begins tying and is done before I expect. 

She reappears in front of me. “Anything too tight, cutting off circulation or pinchy?”  I scan my body and find nothing. I try to move my arms but fail without gaining so much of an inch. 

“No Diane.” I say. Diane moves closer and begins to playfully tease my nipples. My cheeks flush when a small moan escapes. 

“Good,” she responds and moves in to kiss me deeply. Her left hand sliding down between my legs. She rubs my crotch only as long as the kiss lasts, leaving me needy and bucking slightly. 

“I'm going to hurt you now dear. Don’t worry though, it will be fun for one of us and you will thank me afterwards.”

Chapters 7 and 8 of my little romantic hypnofic have been posted for ReadOnlyMind.

Belladonna has a Meltdown: Belladonna's parts facets are all feeling blended leading her to have a meltdown. Madison offers soft comfort while she recovers.

Madison Safewords: Donna tries out some new triggers on Madison but pushes her outside of her comfort zone.

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It was like she couldn't get the words out fast enough. "And I have 6 discharges tomorrow with no follow up scheduled yet and I haven't even been able to contact some of the families and..."

"Is there anything you can do about any of that tonight?" he asked her, gently stopping the torrent of her work recap.

"No. But! I still need to eat dinner. And wash some clothes for tomorrow. And make sure the kids are ok...."

"Shh," he said comfortingly. "I've already washed and folded the clothes. And I told the kids mommy was working late so they're already asleep. You're done for the day."

She sighed deeply.

He put his hand on her cheek, gently moving her head so she was looking directly into his eyes. "Relaaaax," he said, stretching the word out meaningfully. His tone shifted too, to something deep and steady. "You're home. You're safe. Just relax, now."

It had been a while since she heard him speak like this. She missed it.

Too bad it wouldn't work. She was way too stressed. She almost felt herself get caught in his gaze for a moment but- then her anxiety rushed back in, like a wave crashing over a too-short wall.

His hand moved around to rub the back of her neck.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just so stressed I can't THINK it's like I try and it's just STATIC in my head. I sat in the parking lot for 5 minutes before I could even make myself drive home."

"Mmmmm," he murmured, still rubbing her neck. "Breathe, honey."

He breathed in and out slowly to demonstrate. She found herself following along, taking a few deep breaths before even thinking about it. Between the breathing and his light neck massage, she was beginning to feel better.

He made sure he had her gaze before offering- "If you want, I could make things simpler for you for a bit. Would you like that?"

A shiver ran through her at the sound of her old trigger- "simpler". It had been some time since they had done this but they both understood what he was offering. Would it still work?

She nodded her head but didn't want to disappoint him or herself- not after so long.

"I want to? But I honestly don't know how I'll respond," she said, "I can barely concentrate right now."

But even as she was protesting, she found herself automatically following his hand as it floated just above her forehead. Another of their old signals, this one nonverbal: "Pay attention".

She did.

His fingers came closer and closer to her forehead before finally touching, rubbing a small spiral right in the middle.

"Shhhhh...." his voice soothed.

Something inside her shifted.

It wasn't a quick, profound drop like she had experienced in the past but- she found herself instinctively closing her eyes anyway. When she did, the noise in her head seemed to quiet down automatically.

"Good," he said. "That's perfect. You remember just how to do this, don't you? I know you do. It's like riding a bicycle - part of you never forgets."

"I know you talked about having static in your head- but maybe we can use that to help you let go a bit more. Static doesn't have to be harsh, you know. Maybe your static is like- a white noise generator, blocking anything unnecessary out. Quiet and soothing. Like the one you listen to when you go to sleep. Just- think of that gentle static playing while you sleep. Helping you rest. You can notice it- and then you can let it all fade into the background. It just makes everything quieter, doesn't it? Simpler. "

She nodded her head, easily caught in his instructions. The shudder that went through her at the trigger felt more profound this time.

Simpler.

She remembered the old imagery they had worked on- the wheels of the clockwork of her thoughts slowing. Slowing. Grinding to a halt.

As she pictured those slowing gears, she could feel her inner monologue growing distant and dreamlike. Her awareness moved from her lumbering thoughts to her body- almost like her mind itself had moved from her head to somewhere in her chest. Her senses began heightening and she was drawn more and more to what the room smelled like, how the carpet felt, the gentle sound of the ceiling fan. She found herself getting lost in a world of sensation.

"That's good, honey," he encouraged. "You don't need to think right now. I've got all your bigger thoughts for safekeeping. You remember how to be simpler for me, don't you? No big words, no big thoughts. Just how you feel in this moment. OK?"

She nodded. It was the easiest way to communicate now. She still had some words but- it was easier not to use them when she was simpler. She trusted him to understand what she needed without bothering to speak.

"Good. Can you open your eyes for me?"

She did.

"How does your body feel right now?" he asked.

She checked- mentally scanning herself from head to toe.

"Tired," she replied eventually. "Hungry."

She looked up at him.

"Do you want some food?"

It took her a few moments to contemplate the thought before she eventually replied with a simple: "Yes".

He smiled at her in a way that might have struck her as patronizing at a different time.

His smile caused an unexpected spike in another sensation- one that had been hiding underneath all of her stress all along.

Until now.

"I'm going to warm dinner up- we'll have it here," he was saying. "I'll be right back."

"Wait!" she cried, suddenly.

He stopped and turned back, curiously.

Now she needed to find words again.

Her brows crossed as she tuned into her body in that slow, deep way that came with this state. There was a heat between her legs that spread upwards as she noticed it more thoroughly. She began to notice the feeling of the air on her arms and the slight way her bra rubbed against her breasts when she breathed. "Horny?" she said, finally finding the right word for how she was feeling.

He laughed. "Good girl. Yeah- that old conditioning is still working for you, huh? I bet you feel horny right now. Does it feel good?"

She nodded, that response coming much more quickly than most.

It DID feel good.

Without really thinking about it, her hands moved to her right breast, squeezing it.

THAT felt even better.

"Mmmm- I guess that's my answer then, huh?" he asked. "Tell you what- you need to eat before we do anything else. So- I'm going to go get the food. But while I'm doing that? You can touch yourself as much as you want. Do whatever feels good to your body, ok?"

She nodded again, barely paying attention to his words. Her hands moved all over her flesh as she caressed her newly sensitive skin rapturously. She wanted to touch everywhere.

"My only rule is that you don't come, ok? I want to save that for later."

She nodded absently, focused on a wonderful spot she had found on the side of her stomach. Part of her brain was receiving his instructions but- she didn't have to think about that part. She just had to focus on touching.

He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "And stay nice and quiet while you touch, yeah? We don't want to wake anyone else up."

She nodded, biting back a moan as her hand finally slid to her pussy.

He looked on for a moment, seeming almost hypnotized himself by his writhing, almost animalistic wife.

Food first, he reminded himself.

Then sex.

Then putting a note in his phone to call the babysitter for her weekend availability. It had been FAR too long since they had played like this and next time?

He wanted her to be LOUD.

Okay, so it's not really magic, but it is ritual! POV: sub, "sir" as an honorific for a she/her domme, ritual, candles, mantras.

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The ritual of it is what gives it power. I mean, Sir's command is the thing that gives it power, but the ritual of it just intensifies everything. Sharpens the colors. Hones the sensations.

I come home from work, strip, neatly fold and put away my clothes. I light the candles, and the scent of sandalwood fills the room—the same scent of Sir's perfume, so that even being near Her means inhaling that smell that makes me dizzy with desire.

In the dim light of seven flickering flames, I kneel on the floor and focus on the center candle. It's the biggest, it burns the brightest, and its flame is somehow the most captivating. Staring into that flame, I lose myself in Sir's will and my own pleasure.