Keeley couldn’t remember how long she’d been sitting there. But then again, she couldn’t really remember much of anything anymore. She couldn’t even remember her own name.
She was spread out on the big bed – just like He’d told her to – one hand between her legs, drawing lazy spirals on her clit, as she had been for hours.
He’d left earlier that day with the promise of exquisite rewards if she behaved herself in his absence, and, even if He wasn’t inside her head, she knew she would do anything He asked.
Good girls always obey.
She’d made sure to dress to please Him, exactly how she knew He liked her. His favourite stockings enveloping her seductive long legs, and leaving His most favoured places open to every touch.
She felt Him move behind her, His arm slid around her waist, pressing her body back against Him as he whispered in her ear. “Such a good girl for me, Keeley.” She watched His gaze glide over her body in the mirror as His hand slid down her stomach. “My pretty little mindless girl…”
She felt the tension leave her body almost immediately as His soothing voice slipped into her mind. Her body dropped, relaxing against Him as she let His hands catch her and His words guide her down into blissful, mindless trance…
Keeley woke up with her head in His lap, her mind still a little foggy, trying to force her thoughts away from how close she was to His delicious cock.
He lifted her chin until she was looking into His eyes. “I want you to lay back on that bed, and you are not to move from there until I return, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He took a long look at her as he stood, a smug grin sweeping across His face. “Good girl.” He turned, then, without another word and disappeared out the door.
That had been five hours ago. Five hours since she’d climbed into bed without a second thought like He’d commanded, wanting to show Him what a good, obedient girl she could be.
Good girls always obey.
Good girls don’t need to think.
As she lay back on the bed, reaching for the control and switching on the TV, she had a split second to realise what He had planned for her before the spiral – that pretty, mesmerising, encapsulating spiral – filled the screen and her thoughts slowly started to slip away.
Good girls don’t need to think.
Her hand slid down her body, her fingers finding her clit and tracing delicious spirals. Over and over. Round and round. Swirling in time with the spiral on the screen as it slowly emptied her brain. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, her gaze transfixed as the colours and shapes flashed and spun, drawing her in.
She could feel her mind slipping away – her worries melting into nothing, her thoughts vanishing before they could form. She let it happen, feeling the spiral guiding her down, letting it make her blank and empty. She didn’t need to think.
Good girls don’t think.
Good girls obey.
She had no idea how long she lay there for, captivated in that spiral, her fingers teasing her clit, keeping her on the brink of insanity but never allowing her to tip over the edge. Before long, she found herself repeating the words He’d etched into her mind – words she had no conscious recollection of.
Good girls obey.
Good girls submit.
Good girls don’t think.
Good girls are mindless, blank, empty.
Good girls obey.
He found her that way when He returned home. Her eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the screen. She was dripping wet, her fingers working without conscious thought, circling her clit. She whispered to herself about obedience and mindlessness, not even aware of His presence as He watched her sinking deeper and deeper into the pleasure.
He switched off the screen and her eyes fluttered closed automatically, the image of the spiral still dancing behind her eyelids. “Sir?”
“Shush now…” He crawled up next to her on the bed, resting His hand on her stomach as hers continued to slide over her clit, her eyes rolling and lashes flickering at His touch.. “Good girl.”
“Good girl.” She whispered back looking up at Him with those empty, mindless eyes He loved so much.
“What’s your name?” He asked, brushing the inside of her thigh with His fingers and feeling her hips tense.
“I don’t know.” Her voice was soft and vacant.
“What do you know?”
“Good girls don’t think. Good girls are mindless, blank, empty.”
“That’s my girl. And what do good girls do for their Master?”
She sighed happily, letting His touch and His voice guide her once more, “Good girls obey.”
He smiled. “Cum for me, good girl.”
And she shattered.
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