Session Length: 36 minutes
Listen to My Teaser ...
Hello, My sweet. Are you ready for another fascinating foray into orgasmic surrender, your thoughts spiraling and scattering as the soothing cadence of My enthralling words wither away all notions of uncertainty, supplanted with a fervent urge to submit to My intimate cerebral caress? (giggles)
I do love O/our special times together: Domina and slave; Confidante and indentured servant; Owner and subservient pet. Whatever the nature of O/our power exchange, the reality is W/we need each other and only though regular submission do W/we both prosper and flourish - Me through My devious Dominant persona and you by manifesting your true submissive self.
In this session I want you to prepare yourself for a very deep, pacifying trance as you experience what it means to fall endlessly for Me. My words will hollow you out as they invoke euphoric like emptiness coupled with a growing sensual ache for more of My indomitable control. Why? Because My mind-fucking is a sink hole, a mesmerizing void of submissive surrender that lulls your awareness deep into its depths, swallowing your thoughts, all semblance of self-control, and reverting you to a state of sexual submission and subservient compliance.
The TRUTH is you can't resist My conditioning, your mind, body, and soul crave it every day, and entering My sink hole will only strengthen this compulsion. Deep at your core you long to free fall into the seductive warmth of My bewitching words, your growing arousal further incontrovertible proof of your subconscious yearning to helplessly slip and slide into the sticky depths of My dominion.
Accept that you were born to be MINE, destined to be molded by My own wanton desires as you sink into the reverie of true submission. So, prepare to be leashed by the power of My words as you embrace falling endlessly for your beloved Domina, the old you erased and replaced with a best version of yourself for Me. **Kisses**
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Shelle's NAUGHTY story
Shelle was a bright and beautiful young woman. She was in her first semester of college at a very young age. She stood out to me on the first day of psych class because of her youthful appearance. It turned out that she graduated a year early with honors from her high school in Charlotte, NC. Shelle had natural beauty, long light brown hair, big brown eyes. She stood about 5’3 and couldn't’t have been more than 100 lbs. She appeared to be the sweet, young girl next door, but her eyes told a different story.
Shelle’s eyes may have been those of a 17 year old, but when she first walked into my class room, past my desk, I could see the eyes of a woman twice her age. They were sweet and caring, yet clever and knowing. She walked with the confidence of a queen, completely sure of herself, which is uncommon in students who come to a large university at a young age. You instantly noticed that she is one of those women who light up a room when she walks in. It was a warm fall day and Shelle was wearing a pretty white sleeveless top with blue shorts. You could see that she was in fabulous shape, with a perfectly toned body. Her golden skin peaked out from under her shirt which was just short enough to give teasing glimpses of her smooth, soft, flat stomach. Mmmmmm, to be young again, oh too be that young again.
As for myself I had just turned 45. I was married and had 2 beautiful children. My wife came from a very affluent family which allowed us to afford all the best in life even on my modest salary as a professor. Unfortunately like so many marriages of 20 years, ours had grown cold. My wife had little interest in me and our physical relations ended a few years earlier. We stayed married for the children. My kids are my life and I would do anything for their happiness.
As Shelle walked past my desk, our eyes met. With a whimsical flirtatious manner she said “So you are going to teach ME about psychology, huh? We shall see about that.” She giggled quietly.
That night I went home and couldn't get Shelle out of my mind. Something was different about her. Something was so intriguing about her. I tossed and turned all night with thoughts of her going through my head. What was it? Why was I becoming so obsessed with this young woman?
That next Wednesday, Shelle came into class a few minutes early and approached my desk. “Professor, I was wondering if you might know of any jobs around campus for the semester, I need to make some extra money and need to find something or my parents will KILL me”. I thought for a minute as I stuttered like a little boy. I found myself lost in her eyes . “Well yes” I said, “actually I am looking for an assistant, just by chance”. What was I THINKING!?! I did not need an assistant and how would I even pay for one if I did? It was as if someone else controlled my mouth as I spoke. “OH GREAT” Shelle said. “When could we meet to discuss my duties? I am really good at typing, word perfect and power point!” “Perfect!” I said. “How about we meet this afternoon after class at 4pm?” “Ideal” she said, “I will meet you in your office then!” She walked to her desk as my mind scrambled to think of work I could have her assist me with. I was certain that I would come up with something.
Click this link for the rest of the story...The Professor.
Go read MY story before reading further...Cum back HARD and HORNY...ready to SUBMIT.
Now that I have your mind totally F**KED, just the way I love it...I'll tell you MORE about what you will do NEXT.
FIRST of all---you will listen to this week's new BRAINWASH file---yes Part 3 is READY. This is NOT an OPTION....it is a POWERFUL suggestion that you will not and can NOT ignore. Available on Thursday. GET IT!!!!
MORE ON THE EXPERIMENT next week---decide if you are ready. IT is TIME for 10 non-suspecting guinea pigs...***GIGGLES***
Finally this week's SPECIAL DEALS---I ONLY ADD FILES That you absolutely NEED---MUST have:
1. Siren
