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

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Pterodactyls Aside, Mistress Cassie Is Even Scarier

Imagine you are sinking deeper. The pull of her voice has you completely enraptured as well as controlled. She is wrapping her vocal sounds deep into your mind; then suddenly, You hear this extraordinary sound. You are not sure where it came from but it sounds like some crazy animal, or better yet, a reptile from the Mesozoic period in Earth History.

It's a bird; it's a plane; oh, no, they didn't have planes in those days. It must be a Pterodactyl (The 'P' is silent). This winged creature was often mistaken for a dinosaur rather than a reptile. It was a carnivore, so beware! We would simply be snacks to such a creature. Come to think of it, that is how I feel to Mistress Cassie. I am just a mere snack for her appetite, and my brain is her all consuming food festival.

Anyway, despite the ferocious sound which seemed to mimic such a creature, I thought I had broken her control, well, at least for a few minutes. It seemed as though I had a huge break through and a trigger that could make me escape; how very weak minded indeed! Within a few minutes she pulled me back with a trigger phrase and the sensuous sound of her gorgeous voice. It was no contest. I found myself going back and even deeper then before. Now I am scared of loud sounds. It must be a new trigger from my Mistress. She took the sound I thought I could use to break her spell and turned it right back against me. Now, how brilliant is that? It's pretty brilliant. I have concluded that the scariest part of an illusion is believing it is real. Mistress Cassie will have you believing in many things. It is extremely mesmerizing and addictive. Oh the craving...oh the longing; oh my, another wet spot. I can hear her laughter in my mind.

AKA-Stupid Loser, Sissy Crybaby Weakling.

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