Nancy took her bra off. And remembered.
“Every time you see your own breasts,” she heard in her head, “you will remember my hypnotic voice. You will remember sinking deeper and deeper, your eyes staring at nothing as your mind sees only the spiral. You will feel your thoughts dissolving, one by one, into a sea of pure bliss. Like little bubbles of spun sugar, melting into warm water as you stare and go blank.”
Nancy’s fingers began to caress her nipples, but she wasn’t really seeing them do it. The tingles of sensual heat seemed to connect to only one thing–the memories Master’s voice stirred in her mind. Memories of slow, inexorable, drifting pleasure that gradually softened her will until all she could do was whisper, “I obey.” She heard those words again, but she didn’t know who said them. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they were true.
“Your breasts will always remind you of your submission to me,” she heard, the memory more real to Nancy than the room around her. “Every time you see them, you will remember that you are a creature of pleasure, a slave to your arousal. Your body is capable of so much ecstasy, and you know that I can always draw it out of you. You will always feel that tug, drawing you back to tease yourself by my command. That pleasure is my leash, and every time you touch you will feel its pull. And every time you see, you will touch.”
“Touch…” The word was a phantom in Nancy’s ears, maddening her with its sleepy arousal. The woman speaking was so turned on, so deeply hypnotized and so horny that Nancy couldn’t resist slipping her hand inside her waistband to masturbate to the sound of that drowsy, mesmerized monotone. She wanted to listen to that voice forever, let it lull her away into a dream of sweet, submissive mindlessness until Master claimed her for his own. She had to keep listening. She had to keep playing with her slick, dripping pussy. She had to obey.
“And when you cum…and you will cum…it will consecrate your body to my hypnotic power.” Nancy’s eyes rolled back in her head as she remembered sinking into Master’s control, as memory and thought blurred until she was feeling herself surrender all over again for the first time. “You will lock in my programming, absorb my words into the very core of your mind, and brainwash yourself all over again. And then, sweet slave, you will tell me that you are mine.”
Nancy let out a loud, explosive moan as her pleasure crested into orgasm. Her pussy clenched around her fingers hard. Once. Twice. And again, as the aftershock tipped crazily back into its own new climax. At last, she withdrew her hand and reached for her phone. With shaking fingers, she typed in a message to a number she only sometimes recalled, thankful that auto-complete was doing most of the work for her without even thinking about why these particular words came so quickly to her phone’s memory. “Your slave has programmed herself again, Master. Thank you for letting me come.”
Only then, her task complete, was she able to finish changing clothes.
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