#mindchange

For your information, I am taking a break from tumblr.

For how long, I dont know.

Just so you guys know.

Put your fingers on your clit, rub three times and stick two fingers into you.

Are you wet? Like the post.

Were you rubbing and edging before you read this post? Reblog.

"Oh fuck, is that what happened?"

It was the last thought of her fantasy that she moaned out loudly while she rode the edge.

Another lustfilled imaginery she thought about using it to fuel her own desire and lust.

Yet, it was all fantasy, nothing was true.

Or maybe one fantasy she imagined might be the truth, resurfacing from her subconscious mind without her knowing.

Either way, even that turned her on so much.

The not knowing what really happened.

The last thing she remembers was knocking at the door of the hotel room and meeting her Master for the first time. Only that with him was another woman.

She said something and she just blanked out.

Her next memory is saying good-bye to them, being all friendly, and yet, ehr whole body felt sore, but especially between her legs and her mouth.

She has no idea why or what happened.

For some reason it didnt bother her too.

It only turned her on.

Imagining what might have happened.

This time she thought about the other woman.

Servicing her Master together, already completely deep in trance.

Until she got a command from her, and she couldnt help herself but started to bounce her tits in front of him.

Of course she had no idea why she would do that or for how long.

But she imagined the other woman hypnotizing him with her tits, only to make them both fuck in different positions and ways for her entertainment.

Until they both serviced her how she wanted.

When all was done, she was left with instructions and triggers she cant remember, only to be awoken right before she left.

"Fuck, maybe this happened?"

She moaned out her last thought again, as another edge rushes through her.

As her imagination is starting to run wild.

She never imagined her first meeting like that.

Sure, she did edge a lot, read every story and listened to so many files that her mind was used to being tranced.

Or better, the combination between pleasure and sinking became second nature to her.

Conditioning herself to certain events and scenarios.

To certain voices and triggers.

Only that she couldnt consciously remember them.

They all sank into her mind in one or the other edging session where she just kept edging and her memories are a blur.

But being so vulnerable like that?

It should have scared her.

A small and quiet voice in her mind was screaming at her to stop, to leave.

As if that was an option.

She knew that.

The voice in her mind knew that, begging her to take that step.

But it was drowned out by his voice and the pleasure that rapidly building up inside her body.

Just being with him made her more aroused than ever before.

Just like that, when he gave her an order, she obeyed.

Just like she conditioned and bainwashd herself to do it.

Thank you very much! I appreciate the compliment!

And I am glad you enjoyed it so much.

Edging takes time to get used to.

So keep trying!

When this one worked so well, you can do it more often.

Or some of my few others I have are more appealling now to try.

How was the meet up with your friends?

"Oh, I am glad you asked! It was great to see all of them again! So much has been happening, we could have talked for a few more hours!"

Really? That is great. Tell me about it.

"You want to hear about it? Normally you arent so interested in it."

I am curious.

"Then I cant let you wait for so long, can I? So, when I first got there"

*Snap*

Cunt, entertain me.

*Snap*

She still felt an echo of emptiness ringing through her mind that was filled by the sharp second snap.

As if she was daydreaming for a bit, she shook her head to clear it from the fog.

"Where was I? Sorry, I am not sure what happened there."

You were just about to tell me about your meet up.

"Ah, right! Thanks. So, when I first got there Ahhhhhhh fuuucckkkkk!"

It happened in an instant.

She had no idea what was happening to her right now.

One moment she felt completely normal, maybe a bit hazy, the other a tsunami of lust and pleasure crashed into her whole being.

It wasnt only her body, but her mind as well.

Every part of her is glowing in a heat that embraces her fully.

Yet it felt like she had no control at all.

As she just drifted with what she was feeling.

Her mind shut off before the amount of pleasure crashing into it.

Her fingers rushed to her clit, rubbing furiously.

Though that only gave her mind, or the last bit that was left of it, an excuse why she felt so much pleasure.

Her fingers rubbing must have been it.

It couldnt be something else between her legs.

That would be too strange.

Or she thought like that before.

Right now, she wasnt able to think at all.

She barely was able to process what was happening to her.

As she dove deep into the ecstacy of warm happiness of obeying.

Which led only to more pleasure.

Her mind is caught in a pleasure loop that just keeps on going.

So, start to tell me about your meet up.

It took a whole minute until she was able to process that.

Then her want and need to obey kicked it and she tried to talk about it.

"I fuck ahhhh gnnfffffffff what horny fuck god please fuck me ahh went there fuck ahhhh mmmmmmm ahhhhhh!"

Only that most of it were moans, paired with a few words in between.

She wasnt able to talk more coherent with her cells filled to the brim with heat.

After watching and listening to her like that for half an hour I started to stroke to her.

Half an hour later she still tried to obey and talk.

Only that her mouth was full.

Another half an hour later she was able to talk clearly again.

As another hole was filled.

At this point, even her eagerness to obey couldnt handle the pleasure she felt and she kept moaning and not telling her story.

That made you stop in your track, didnt it?

As if something brought you to a stop.

For a simple reason as well.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure is obedience.

And you want to obey, dont you?

Slide your fingers on your clit and rub.

While you stare.

Knowing you are obeying.

Good girl.

Of course it is just a fantasy.

Right?

It is not like you are imagining yourself like that over and over.

It is not like you feel the arousal growing more and more.

It is not like you feel how you are Wasser away by the pleasure as you sink into it edge after edge after edge.

So go ahead, dont touch yourself for a week.

If you can manage the pleasure you get.

And dont worry about all the pulses, throbs and clenches you feel during that time.

Your cunt is just slowly eroding more of your resistance.