Enchanted Hypnosis

The sound of My voice pulls you deeper and deeper.

Everything you ever wanted is within your reach, and it feels so good. There is only Me, always Mistress Cassie, and all you do is listen to the sound of My voice.

I take you deeper and deeper, it feels so good.

Listen to the sound of My voice.

All for Mistress Cassie

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Surrender

Story, by Matt:


He woke slowly, shaking his head clear of the sleep-induced cobwebs. He knew the dream had come again. The dream of Her. He could feel it in his mind, and in his still drying, quite sticky, shorts. Dreams of Her always ended with pleasure. Dreams of Her always ended in surrender.
It had been years since he started dreaming of his Mistress. He had no clue how it had begun, only that she had appeared in his dreams one night, and since that night, made his mind Her domain. He stretched, preparing to go shower. He stopped to pick up a handful of sex toys. He wasn’t sure why he bought them, and he didn’t think about grabbing them now, he simply acted on impulse.
As he kneeled in the shower using the toys to violate himself in several ways, he felt he could almost see the dream, hear her voice, feel her soft breath whispering new truths in his ear. As he came again, he cried his eternal devotion to Mistress. The dream began to fade as he stood and continued to shower in a more normal manner. By the time his skin was dry, his memories of the worship session were gone. He absently cleaned and replaced the toys.
His life continued in this manner, every few days, a new dream leading to a new worship session, and a new level of devotion to his Mistress. Every few days, ever so slightly closer to remembering his dreams, to consciously becoming aware of his absolute servitude.
It was only a matter of time till he fell. Till his mind was entirely the domain of his Mistress. And soon enough, that time came.
“Hello, Pet,” She said, Her voice causing his mind and body to quake in ecstasy. “Are you ready to surrender completely?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, fervent in his desire to become fully Hers.
“You realize this means public acknowledgement of your slavery? I may tattoo My name across you, to mark you as Mine. Or perhaps I will cause you to become a money making tool, sucking dicks to please Me and to make profit for Me. Perhaps I will choose any of a million possible fates, depending on My whim. Are you ready for that life?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, tears in his eyes. Whether the tears were trepidation or joy, he did not know. She; however, did.
“I can hear the tears in your voice, slave.” She said, voice thick with disapproval. “You are still not ready, despite all the time I have put into your training. Perhaps I should simply dispose of you.”
She sat idly, examining her nails as his repeated, frantic pleas washed past Her. Of course his pleas mattered nothing, She would do as She wished.
“Very well, slave. I shall grant you another chance. When you wake in the morning, you will once more believe Me to be nothing but a recurring dream. When you shower, you will use the largest dildo you have on your ass, and the next largest in your mouth. I want clamps on your nipples and you will clamp them HARD slave. You will suffer for failing to surrender entirely, but you will find such pleasure in carrying out My commands, you will eventually cum while enacting your punishment. When you cum, more of your free will disappears forever, and you become more and more Mine. Perhaps the next call will be the one where you surrender entirely. Remember, slave, the charge on your credit card is a fee for a concierge service. The gifts you will be buying Me are donations to a charity. Do you understand, slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” he said, as he began to launch into another round of apologies.
She cut him off, not caring to hear his excuses. “Sleep now, slave, and remember only what I commanded.”
He woke the next morning, shaking the cobwebs out of his mind. On his way to the shower, he nearly dropped his armful of sex toys. Despite such an unwieldy collection of items, he didn’t wonder where they came from, but rather felt an anxious anticipation. He couldn’t understand why he was so excited for just a shower, but he felt that this shower may be the one to change his life. But he didn’t get his hopes up too much. He’d felt that same feeling so many times in the past 7 years.

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