#mindchange

Just look at her.

So spaced out.

And yet, her hands keep that perfect rhythm.

Throbbing and pulsing liquid pleasure through her veins.

How long has is she edging already?

She doesnt know, she cant remember.

She doesnt even care.

She cant care anymore.

Everything has leaked out of her.

Her thoughts.

Her worries.

Her stress.

Her cares.

Her will.

Her mind.

All has been emptied out of her head.

Replaced with a deep fuzziness.

All while her fingers just keep going.

Steadily enforcing the rhythm that takes her deeper.

[Art Trade TFTG] Bellossoming Dance

Hypnosis cant make you do anything you dont really want.

That is somewhat true and widely known by now.

And you banked on that as well when you wrote me to be hypnotized.

You have already lurked for months and years on my blog and finally got the courage to write me.

We talked a lot at first, but it always became sexual quite fast.

Maybe because of my blog, maybe because of tumblr, maybe because of your cunt or maybe all of it together.

You knew you wouldnt be able to made anything you dont want to.

The only problem with it was you wanted no control.

You wanted to feel controlled.

And that opened a slippery slope.

You cant be made to do anything you dont want to.

But what happens when you dont want to have control and want to feel controlled?

Now that is always such a good loophole for certain programming and training.

You never thought about that before, did you?

Well, for the next hours you wont be thinking much.

As your cunt is going to do that for you.

And we will have a lot of fun with your mind.

But dont worry, you arent left out.

During the whole time you are going to feel pleasure.

And not a single worry or even thought is going to cross your mind.

And we know you want that.

"What is happ... haapp... hapeeppen... ahhhhh."

She wasnt able to form anything more coherent than that.

Not anymore that is.

Only an hour earlier she was still writing her master thesis.

She was able to form the most complicated sentences.

But then it happenend.

She couldnt quite remember a word.

It was on the tip of her tongue, but she just couldnt grasp it fully.

Just when she thought she could finally grasp it, she felt something different.

It felt like the word was just slowly being pulled down right between her legs.

And then she felt a drop of wetness forming and slowly flowing out of her.

She was shocked by the feeling.

Only that it wasnt the strongest emotion she had.

Being shocked about it was the first prominent emotion.

It quickly changed from shock to arousal.

She couldnt explain it it but the whole idea jsut turned her on.

The wetter she got, the more she felt her words leaking out.

Until she reached this moment right now.

Still trying to sound smart.

But that just makes her sound even dumber when she tries to explain something.

After her edging session her mind will slowly come back.

But the memory of what happened comes with it as well.

The coffee cup in her hand dropped out of her hand.

Luckily for her the table was in the way so it just spilled some of it.

But she didnt notice that.

She even didnt register the loud sound the cup made when the cup hit the table.

Her whole focus was on her phone, or better on the video playing.

Every cell in her body was frozen with shock.

'This cant be true. No. No. No! Never. How? When? No!'

Her thoughts were racing while her eyes were glued to the screen.

'I would never do something liek that. But that looks exactly like me. And my clothes. Fuck. No. It cant be. What the fuck? When would that have happened?'

It just seemed impossible.

Seeing herself on her own bed, in her own room, with her own clothes.

That in itself sounds normal.

Only that she was grinding her panties that she put on and over her shoulders.

She almost could feel how it pressed and squeezed against her clit, being pulled deep between her lips.

'What the hell? Where did that come from? Why would I imagine that? How can that be?'

Her emotions crashed into her like a crescendo.

Shame, embarrassment, a little bit of anger, arousal, heat, pleasure as well.

Paired with disbelief, trying to rationalize it.

All while she didnt want to acknowledge the growing wetness between her legs right now as she was watching herself like that.

So completely out of it.

So captivated by the pleasure, as if she just dove deep and was gone.

Possessed by something else.

'Or being controlled by something else. Or someone.'

She didnt even the question the source of this statement or why she would have it just now.

But the sudden pulses of electric shocks that instantly surged and penetrated all her weak spots made it impossible for her.

Realizing how turned on she got from seeing herself like that, and how fast, it didnt even take a minute, her mind just couldnt handle it anymore.

It just shut off.

Her hand holding the phone kept still, so she keeps seeing herself like that as the video just keeps playing on repeat.

And the hand that has been holding her cup?

That one moved between her legs and started to rub.

Rubbing to seeing herself like that.

Rubbing to knowing she recorded herself.

Rubbing to knowing it turns her on.

Rubbing to knowing she has no control.

And with that an edge washed over her.

Pulling her deeper while she kept starring.

You dont even need to deny it.

You know it is true.

You are a good girl, arent you?

Edge.

How did you react?

Did you feel your hand moving, your hip twitching or maybe both?

Did you even think at all about it?

Or are you just like her?

Reading the command and unable to resist it.

She read it right when she was shopping.

As you see she wasnt even able to wait.

Her body just instantly obeyed.

Conditioned with pleasure.

Begging me to let her stop.

But not yet.

I enjoy her desperate struggle and moans way too much.

Ding.

She heard the sound of receiving a text message.

With one hand she was slowly steering onto the parking lot while with the other she grabbed her phone.

Her fingers clicked on it automatically.

"Fuck."

She should have looked at it beforehand to see who sent her the text.

But now it was too late.

Her conditioning started to kick in.

Just the thought of obeying is clouding her thoughts and gaze.

It takes all her concentration to drive into the parking lot and get to a stop.

As soon as the car stopped, one of her hands pulled her top down to play with her tits while the other instantly went between her legs.

The heat that was spreading from her already dripping whole sends molten pleasure through her veins into her whole body.

She tried to resist, tried to fight against it.

She was right here on the parking lot, with people walking around.

And yet she couldnt resist.

The least she could do was to touch herself discretly, so no one would find out what she was doing.

But with each slick rub she obeyed more and got closer.

Closer to fulfilling the task.

With a moan that was louder than she wanted, her eyes rolled back, her mouth staying open while her tongue slipped a bit out.

Her fingers, still dripping from the sudden edge she got, grabbed her phone.

There she saw the text again.

It was simple enough.

All it reads is

Edge.

Smearing on the screen she wrote a reply.

'Edged in the parking lot.'

The answer follow shortly.

Good girl.

With that she fulfilled the task, regaining slowly more control.

Ready to go grocery shopping.

With the knowledge, she would edge and obey whenever and whereever.

This just was proof.