deeperinmypower:

Emma smiled as her Puppet Master entered the bedroom. He’d been inside her head for weeks, perhaps months, now – she couldn’t tell, such was the effortlessness with which he’d taken control of her mind, shaping her thoughts, warping her will, bending her brain until it was totally devoted to serving, and pleasing, him.

“Sir…” Emma shivered with delicious anticipation. “I’ve cleared my schedule for the week. I’m all yours…”

Emma lay back on the bed, and parted her legs, that devious smile growing wider as he straddled her prone body and began to caress her shoulders.

Once she’d surrendered her body, Emma would be the Puppet Master’s latest thrall, and through her fame and fortune, she’d gladly bring the absolute bliss of his control to many, many more like her….