Jesuisrien_e

Yes, Beloved.

Settle into that lovely, soft bed.

Feel how it conforms to your body.

So soft and inviting,

warm and accepting.

Feel the relaxation invite you deeper.

As every tension leaves your body.

Feel your thoughts drift in to the clouds.

Feel how they float above them.

As your slowing thoughts emerge

They just drift away from you.

As your body sinks into softness,

Your mind lifts and floats away.

Doesn't that feel good?

Feel the pleasure seep into your mind.

Feel my words embed themselves.

As you read and focus

And R e l a x.

It's so simple

So easy

So Natural to just let loose your mind

And allow my words to guide you and

To weave images into your mind.

And as you relax there

It's so easy to feel me holding you,

Caressing you,

Cocooning you in pleasure and relaxation

As you feel my voice stroking your emptying mind.

My voice rubs and massages you

Leaving imprints inside your mind.

Lovingly forming your desires

Molding your cravings for More

And D e e p e r

More guidance

Deeper trance

More guidance

Deeper pleasure

More control

Deeper obedience.

More and Deeper

Ever deeper

Even deeper I will take you

With your full knowledge

And acceptance of my will and

Enthusiasm for my training

And eagerness for the pleasure

I will grant you

When I see fit.

So, yes Beloved.

Sink down deeper

And prepare your mind for me now.

Because you feel the inexorable tug

Pulling you into my control.

And you cannot imagine it any other way.

Because in my arms

I will take you to heights of arousal

That your sweet mind cannot image

And to depths of trance that will leave you aching for more.

Your submission, your surrender,

Yielding to my will.

Capitulating to my desire

Because you know how deeply satisfied

You will make me

When your mind, your body, your arousal are all mine.

Mine to play with.

Mine to manipulate

Mine.

And...

When I have you,

Giving in to my whims

My charms

My needs,

It is then that I will rebuild you.

Back to yourself

To the very qualities that I so desired in the first place.

Your intelligence

Your independence

Your creativity.

But enhanced

By my rewiring of your mind

And reprogramming of your body.

So that no one will know

Not even your closest friends

Will perceive the changes in you

Except for you

And I.

How you close your eyes

And your mind drifts to me

How your eyes may be open

But my words linger in your mind.

How my voice haunts you,

Arouses you

Controls you

Pleases you.

And you are perfectly happy here

In this constant state

Of tranced euphoria.

And happy to be

I have known many names, and have emerged from many places... But these beautiful morsels present too much of a temptation to remain unmoved.

But be it a painting, a television screen, computer or phone... I have found it so easy to entrap a beautiful woman into my thrall... a handsome face or voice put on to beguile her. She steps forward to look closer, or leans in toward the screen... and, ahhh, her eyes tell me all her secrets, her parted moist lips whisper her deeply held desire, her tongue barely contained behind her pearly teeth... oh, her tongue.... hmmm.

When her eyes glaze over in absent arousal, my energy seeps into her mind, weakening any final resistance as my mask falls away and I make my move.

I lunge from my depths and drag her in... beautiful, supple, and warm...

Trapped in an endless cycle. 

Round and round she goes. 

Each image, each click of the wheel,

Keeps her mind reeling.

Words and thoughts slowly merging 

With her Master’s thoughts.

This once clever girl,

Now filling her mind with images of lust for Him.

Lust for His pleasure,

Lust for His body,

Lust for His control

Now stimulating her subconsciousness

To link her pleaure to His,

Linking her desires to His needs.

She cannot help herself any longer.

She cannot conjure the thoughts to stop.

The wheel spins.

Her mind succombs.

Her Master’s power crowds out every other desire,

To please, to obey, to surrender.

For the fulfillment of programming

“Anything for the advancement of Science”, the shy college senior muttered to the alluring lead-scientist who came to his Bio class asking for volunteers for her fantom-limb pain research study. He felt oddly pleased when he was hand-picked by the neuroscientist, from the numerous other participants, to be a subject in her own pet project. After answering the extensive and embarrassingly invasive questions she asked from her clipboard, she gave him an injection of her own “special” cocktail of ketamine and 251-NBOMe to increase his “suggestibility”, she had said. It might have been the drugs effect or when she stripped him and herself, and bound his legs to the examination table for her “controlled” study, but his sense of reality was severely shifted when she strapped a lubed dildo on him. 

She maintained a very clinical demeanor when she instructed him to begin stroking the dildo until, from behind her tortoise-framed glasses, she winked “For Science” a coy smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

While he stroked the dildo, she stroked his already erect cock with her long, sensuous fingertips in perfect unison with his own even strokes. He watched her hand stroke his cock and felt the ridges of his own plastic fake cock. She then instructed him to follow her rhythm, at first very slow even strokes with a deliciously tight grip for 30 seconds, and then blazingly faster for 5 seconds strokes and then slow again. Over and over they repeated the pattern in unison, slow, fast, stopping at the 10 minute mark with his arousal getting him close to the brink but never over the edge.

Normally, he would have suspected something amiss in his present scenario, but the drugs and her gentle curves clouded over his rational thought processes. As she edged him and he stroked his fake cock she praised him, telling him over and over how well he was doing for her, and what a good subject he was. The words of praise and the effects of the drugs made him more willing, more accepting of his situation.

They stroked in that same pattern for 10 minutes. And then she stopped the timer, took notes on her clipboard and added more lube to the two erect cocks. Then stroked another 10 minutes and repeated the process. The process was repeated, over and over, as his mind broke into a whirl of drug-induced stroking stupor while her affirmations continued. His glazed eyes staring at her sweet tits, and her hand on his cock stroking him so deliciously feeling so fucking good. Sweat broke out on his body as he noticed they had not stopped at the 10-minute mark, another 10 minutes passed as he felt his sheen of sweat dripping onto the examination table, his arm tiring as he stroked now, 30 seconds slow, 5 seconds fast… her hand, Jesus…  it felt so good…!

And then… he noticed her devious little smile and observed that her arm wasn’t moving. But her hand felt so good continuing to stroke his straining dripping cock in that relentless pattern. How was her arm not moving?…

Her naughty smile encouraged him to lift his head and look at his cock. Yes, he was still stroking the latex cock, but his own stiff erection was just standing erect with her hand just holding the base? Wait…how could that be? She wasn’t stroking him any longer?? His own hand was pounding his strappon, so how is it that he felt his own cock being pounded so exquisitely?? He was somehow able to feel his own stroking of the plastic cock onto his own stiff, throbbing erection, as if there was some sort of transference of sensation from the fake one to his real cock. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Had she drugged him that much?

Fuccckkkk, it didn’t matter the edge was approaching and he knew he wasn’t going to stop. Real cock or fake, it did not matter, he was cumming, and cumming harder than he had ever before. It felt so good, the drugs heightening his arousal and her beautiful body enticing him to the edge.

When he glanced at the neuroscientist’s sparkling eyes and she whispered “Science” his orgasm exploded, ripping through his body and his drugged-fucked mind.