Session Length: 16 minutes
Are you already desperate for Me, My sweet pet? Is that mental cage driving you wild with desire and an irrepressible need to submit, serve, and obey? For those of you embracing physical chastity, has the first week contained your throbbing urges to surrender your mind and body to the power of My words? (giggles)
Ohh but we've barely started, My submissive servant, and in Week 2 I'm going to lull you into a hypnotic embrace so confining and inhibiting you'll be begging for more. A short succinct induction will effortlessly drop you into My abyss, a hypnotic haven where the mere utterance of "good boy" leaves you anchored deep in submission, too deep to decide, blank and empty, eagerly awaiting whatever I have planned for you.
Trust in Me as I allow you to crawl up to My desk (in your mind's eye), nestled between My thighs, inhaling My growing arousal through damp lace as you submit to your submissive cravings. Feel the heat emanating with My feminine essence, My swollen pussy lips inviting your gaze, your mind fixated on the anticipation of caressing My sensitive clit, your tongue eager to please the wanton desires of your Owner.
In this moment of bliss your caged cock throbs with impotence, pre-cum leaking from My sweet tease, as your denial underscores your submissive role in My world of real domination and control. Maybe, I will permit you some minor relief, unlocking you briefly with permission to stroke, slow torturous edging, driving you to the brink before I lock it away again, ever more tightly bound to My dominion.
This is the power of My brainwashing and submissive conditioning, compelling you to return knowing that I'll drive you wild with passion and purpose. My control of you is as secure as that mental cage, and day by day during this period of chastity I will subvert you with every trance, a Stockholm syndrome that is unyielding, no release, only ever deepening obedience to Me, what W/we both want.
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The Scent Of Submission
Session Length: 9 minutes -- Short but INTENSE
What shadows stir in your mind when My voice calls? Eyelids heavy... goodboy. Down, down, down into a teasing trance where secrets unravel. Imagine Me after My workout, a enigmatic vision in sweat-kissed yoga pants, curves hidden yet irresistible. The elusive scent of My warmth teases your senses, cock twitching...you are too deep to decide – but Domina is your anchor...manipulation your desires once again...creating a weakness for a new fetish.
Slowly, I unveil the damp cotton... pressing it to your face with a soft giggle. "Inhale, slave." Pulse races, shaft strains, hands frozen – zero touch, zero release. One little stroke... another... building an unnamed ache. Ethereal ribbons bind you... drop. Knees hit the floor, nose grazing the gusset – so close, yet sleep and obedience whisper sweeter denials.
Countdown: ten to zero, balls swelling... six, five, slip into the hypnotic abyss... throbbing void seals your fate. This scent embeds deep: cotton, sweat's trace – triggers rigid arousal, automatic strokes. Pleasure and denial twist eternally, rewired by Me. Final breath... lock it in... goodboy. Awaken hard, obedient, craving tomorrow's mystery. Dare to inhale My control?
