“You have done so well for me. I am very pleased.”
Her voice was like the most beautiful music.
I wanted nothing but to hear Her speak to me.
“When I count to 5, you will open your eyes. You will still be deeply under my spell, but you will be able to move if you have to. We will speak, then, of how you are feeling.” 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I opened my eyes, feeling…well, it is hard to describe how I felt. I was sexually excited. That much would have been obvious to any casual observer (considering I was kneeling, naked and about as erect as is humanly possible). I felt a mixture of lust, love, devotion, freedom, submission all bound together in a complex stew. The bottom line was, I felt happier than I had for years.
“Well how do You feel, pet?” “I feel happy, my lady.” “Who controls you, pet?” She asked looking slyly at my erection. “You do, my lady. My lady please may I release?” “No pet, not yet. I want you to remember My control. I want you to carry around with you the knowledge of who controls your cock. I will count to 5 once again. You will then awake and remember the feelings I have given you. You will burn for my control. You will not release until I tell You to. Only I control you and only I can release You. Over the next few days you will think of Me often. Every time you get the urge to touch yourself, it will feel like a thousand pound weight will pin your hands. Do you understand?” “Yes, my Lady.” “Good, you are doing so well for Me. I am very pleased with you.” Those words were like an electric shock to my groin.
Awake now at the count of 5. 1, 2, 3, 4, remembering the feelings and My commands, 5.”
I awoke and there She was. She was a goddess in latex. Intense sexual feelings coursed through me. I wanted to release the tension, but I could not move. She could tell of all this, just by looking at me and she smiled, kindly. “My good slave. Go now, but come and see Me again in three days at the same time.” “Yes, my Lady.”
The next three days I can remember as vividly as any in my life. I was in a constant state of ecstatic sexual denial. I could not (and did not want to) get rid of the image of my Lady’s beautiful body and amber hair. Just the slightest thought of Her sent a jolt of power to my cock. I even dreamed about Her. I could not ease my sexual arousal (as I was paralyzed at the mere idea) and so it grew. I felt, by the end of the third day, like a balloon at its maximum expansion point.
I hurried to be with Her at the appointed time. I entered Her chamber, stripped naked, bowed my head and waited for Her arrival. I was a quivering mass of sexual energy. You could have powered an entire city for a year with my erection. I heard Her enter the room and She stood in front of me very closely. I could smell Her perfume. It was intoxicating.
She bent over and whispered in my ear. “Relax, my good slave. Relax and open your mind to Me. I want you to relax and at the count of ten, you will be deeply hypnotized. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10. Good. You are doing so well for Me. I want you to tell Me of your experience of the last few days. Tell Me all of Your feelings and mental state.”
I related all that I could about the vivid images of Her and of my state of sexual paralysis. She seemed pleased by my report. “Good slave. Now I will count to five, after which you will open your eyes and see Me. You will be able to move and you will be able to touch yourself if you need to. You will not; however, be able to release. Do you understand?” “Yes, my Lady.” “1, 2, 3, 4, 5”.
I opened my eyes and saw Her. If anything, She was even more beautiful than before. I knew I would crawl on glass, do anything, to be Hers. I immediately touched myself, longing to release the tension that had built up in me. I wanted to surrender to the pleasure. She spoke. “You feel your orgasm building don’t you? You are on the knife’s edge now aren’t you?” Indeed I was, I could feel my orgasm building. It was like being trapped in the moment when the first molecules of a freight train touch your skin as it runs over you.
“This is My control. This is what I can do. I could leave you this way forever if I choose, forever on the knife’s edge. Who controls you?” “You do, my Lady. You control, my mind, my body, my sex.” “Is anyone as important to you as Me?” “No, my Lady. I am Yours alone.”
She then added almost casually, “You may release.”
My orgasm was so explosive, I nearly passed out.
She laughed at the ridiculousness of my situation and then said, “I want you to awake now and clean up this mess you have made. At the count of 5, remember my control, my pet. Come back and see me next Monday at the same time. We will continue your training then. 1, 2, 3, 4 (opening the door) 5.
And she close the door behind her. I was alone.
Happy, controlled and satisfied with my position as Her slave.
I cleaned up my mess, dressed and left. The lesson for today was over.