She’s not stupid.
The glasses aren’t some kind of ironic accessory, meant to make her look like a dumb girl trying to be smart. When she’s not in trance, her mind is sharp, brilliantly focused, alert and adaptive. Even now, as she dances nude for her Owner, the bracelets around her wrists a constant and tangible reminder of her descent into blank and blissful surrender, a snap of the fingers could bring that sharp mind back. It isn’t coming any time soon, but the point is that it could.
She’s not a slut, either.
She may allow herself to be, at some point; there’s an allure to the idea, the concept of letting her sexual desire grow until it becomes too powerful to possibly resist. She’s exploring so many different things right now that every step in her submission leads to a tantalizing world of new possibilities for pleasure. Being overpowered by her arousal seems like it could be one of them. But right now, there is only one person who she desires. Only one person she gives herself to. Her Owner. And her Owner isn’t sharing her just yet.
No, the correct word for her is ‘mindless’. She has willingly, joyfully given up her ability to think. She has descended deep into a blank, thoughtless state of hypnotic focus on her Owner, one where nothing matters more than pleasing her Owner and one where nothing pleases her Owner like dropping deeper still. Her lips chant mantras of submission as her body sways and grinds for her Owner, her thoughts slow to a gentle halt as arousal takes control of her and her Owner takes control of her arousal. She gives in and embraces her slavery like a lover.
She is mindless. And seeing her like that, it’s hard not to envy her.
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She’s not the one I envy in this scenario. 😉