[F4A] Branded [Hypnosis][HFO][Edge Play][Branding][Latex][Snaps][Extreme Slavery][My Latex Servants][Layers][Binaural Beats]

I was born to rule those like you, born to command, born to play and toy with those I view as slaves, those like you, who have it in their hearts, have it in I am directive of their DNA to serve. I know this. You know this. Because you were born on the opposite side of the bed. A slave, you were born to obey, to serve.

It has been buried deep inside of you, just waiting for a strong woman to bring it out, to bring your submission up to the forefront of your brain, making you pliant and blissfully obedient because you don't want anything else. An Hello. I'm Shibi, and I'm going to play with my new toy. So get comfortable and feel free to shift around at any point to keep yourself comfortable, to keep yourself in blissful trance. Because that's where we are about to go.

Where you or going to draw to where you are your most natural self. Deep in your mind. I am going to treat you like my toy, bend you however I want, dress you up in fun little outfits, restrain you, and take you on a fun adventure and that …

I was born to rule those like you, born to command, born to play and toy with those I view as slaves, those like you, who have it in their hearts, have it in I am directive of their DNA to serve. I know this. You know this. Because you were born on the opposite side of the bed. A slave, you were born to obey, to serve.

It has been buried deep inside of you, just waiting for a strong woman to bring it out, to bring your submission up to the forefront of your brain, making you pliant and blissfully obedient because you don't want anything else. An Hello. I'm Shibi, and I'm going to play with my new toy. So get comfortable and feel free to shift around at any point to keep yourself comfortable, to keep yourself in blissful trance. Because that's where we are about to go.

Where you or going to draw to where you are your most natural self. Deep in your mind. I am going to treat you like my toy, bend you however I want, dress you up in fun little outfits, restrain you, and take you on a fun adventure and that begins and ends in your submission where the only limits are up up to me. Now close your eyes. This is where everything continues.

In the blank darkness of your mind. Pause for a moment in your thinking. Pause all of your thinking. Let's lay a strong groundwork now for you to accept in your mind in this quiet place that you are going to serve. Serve my voice.

Serve your desire. It's very easy. I'll show you how. I'm going to count. Your good slave, you will slowly breathe in for me as I count up And slowly breathe out as I count back down.

And every number we go up, you will take in my voice, my instructions, my will for you. Every number we go down will cause your conscious mind to deflate slowly away, your your thoughts and stress draining out of you, relaxing you. Ready? Good toy. Breathing in as I counter.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Now wasn't that easy, drawing me inside of you, not letting your thoughts drop away as I count down. 543 2, 1. Empty. Now breathe in my voice.

1, 2, 345. Feeling relaxed. Breathing out all distractions. 5432 1. You're doing so well.

Good, Joy. Continue now, thinking of my counting to yourself as you breathe. The part of you focusing on your breathing is one layer of your subconscious. Let it this count in your mind up here as we go down to another level, leaving that part that's counting your breathing up top, ascending as you breathe in, descending as you breathe out. You drop down deeper into your mind, deeper as you open yourself up to me, to the world I have created for you.

Simple. To go there, to fully experience, You just have to let yourself go. Let me guide you. Eyes closed, as mind blank. Picture yourself back in that dark cave.

Stonewalls surrounding you, all around do. Sealed in the only way out the pool in front of you. Filled flowing black liquid latex. In the center of the cave, the center of your mind, you focus on your songs. It captures you, enraptures you, pulls your eyes and your mind, and your body He's helpless.

Helpless to do anything but move closer to it. A black void, in a blank portal. You just know it would be so lovely to let yourself fall in, fall down into a new world, a new piece, a place ace of control, not for you, but for me over you. Standing seems wrong. You drop to your knees, crawling crawling towards the lip of the pool, this portal into a new beginning, a continuation of all past trainings.

Past commands, focus on it, liquid glinting, inviting you in, compelling you, the sooner and closer you come until you can reach out. You do. You must. It feels right. Dipping in a finger, a hand, feeling the silky, sticky liquid coating your digits, coating your mind.

The deeper you push your hand, the deeper you feel your mind coming down. Deep into trance. Deep under my control. Further, you press it down, coating your wrist, your arm. Deeper, your body sinks down into the pool, and you feel its pull on your mind.

Seducing, coaxing, drawing you in more and more, knowing, needing that your mind will be completely entranced when your body is fully in the pool, wanting this result, this perfect place of surrender, you let yourself slide in full body to your neck, covered, caressed by the liquid latex as it gently takes you in. The waves from slipping in causing it to slosh and foam around you. It feels amazing, blissful, wrapped up in a lovely cocoon, comforting as it molds to your body, skin in latex becoming indistinguishable. Your mind sunk deep, all that's left for you to be fully covered, indistinguishable from any other latex covered slave, a changed, enwrapped toy is your head, your face, and in a moment, those those 2 will be covered. You will be completely entranced, and your mind will be mine completely.

10. Slowly lowering down your head. 9. Feeling your mind and going down. 8, deeper with every number.

7 deeper with every word. 6 deeper into trance. 5 deeper under my control. 4. Blanking.

3. Empty. 2. Ready. 1.

Drop. Dropping your head fully into the pool. Fully submerged, fully submissive, filled up with my voice, my controls over you, focusing intently on the sensations surrounding you, enveloping you as you are able able to breathe just fine, deep and even, in and out as you have been all, able to feel yourself just gently floating under the surface, waiting, anticipating, knowing, and needing what comes next. Or do you? You feel a current, a wave, a force driving you, moving you.

Your body like a puppet being pulled along a tunnel. A new one, an intense one, swirling and spiraling your body along. Down, down, tossed around as the current becomes more forceful, more intent, driven and guided, almost like hands upon you, leading you. You are. There are hands upon you, guiding your path as you rush down the tunnel.

Heart it's beating faster as you're moved. Immobile, compliant, covered, controlled, their hands running over you as they guide you down. Like a waterslide, you rush through the tunnel, practically surfing under the water, spiraling down deeper, cool and warm and wet and vivid. The sensations rush over you in turns, your body safe as it is navigated through each of the turns. Submission and pleasure, deep and enveloping.

Feeling and sensing you are almost at the bottom, almost out as you feel the hands push you, the water rush you, and your body pulses as it surges out. Falling. You feel yourself falling. The sensation of weightlessness and nothing holding you up as there is only air air beneath you, under you. You fall and drop onto a cushion, a pillow, a bat.

Your mind paused from the shock, from the impact, the expected pain that never came. You look around, glance around, noticing in one part of your mind that you are in a new cave, a new surrounding. My dungeon under the earth. Surrounding you is strange furniture, intricate devices, An x against 1 wall of the cave, padded and worn, cuffs of leather dangling from each point on the Saint Andrew's Another side of your new surroundings holds a bench, a chair, a throne, furniture everywhere, meant to bind you down, string you up, bend you over. You don't know whether to be delighted or scared.

Really feel both. Feelings, emotions washing over you. Bloody hot, then cold, then nothing. Just blank, empty as you focus on a new sound, sounds rather as heels comes towards you, surround you. My servant, covered in latex.

Feet chained into heels high and thin. Wrist individually cuffed, not linked together, allowing for movement for my commands to be carried out as they move towards you. Movement sensuous. Hip swaying with each step, motions like melodies as each step is deliberately taken towards you, closer, surrounding you, each step a chime, sending shivers down your spine, shivers of anticipation, chills spreading lower down your body. Focus as each word you hear sends them spiking through you.

Focus as my servants are upon you, caressing you, lifting you up off the bat, lowering you down onto your knees, placing a collar, leaving it unlocked, cool and chill against your neck as your body He starts to warm it and wrap it to fit, oh, so perfectly. Hands press down against your neck, leading and guiding you across the dungeon past so many toys, realizing that truly you are just another of these toys for me, wondering, hoping if you were to become another servant, another slave, enthralled in control, fingers teasing and groping across your body as you were led, touching and tantalizing the most private parts covered in latex. The latex is so close to your skin, so melded it feels like nothing is between you the warmth of their fingers, the touches across you, over you, stroking. Game. Nothing between you and these touches, these strokes of kinky delight, and and yet each touch over the latex is more intense than it would be purely on skin.

More pure, deeper. They touch you everywhere, your body arching as they tickle a sensitive spot, groaning moaning as they sensually rob your most erogenous son. They get to know intimately every note of your body, learning from each gasp, each try, where to touch, how to touch, learning and adapting to better use you, play with you, manipulate you. You find yourself drifting lost in the sensations, traveling like a tsunami across your skin, storming waves of bliss as one moment your chest is being strobed, a touch brushing across, then lifting away as the next moment your ass is being played with, groped every direction all at once, a dizzying whirlwind of sensation leaving you, begging, dripping, leaning into it, pushed along the women lead you closer and closer and closer until you are at the base of the cross. Pulling you up, tugging at you, fingers still caressing all the while.

They stand you on your feet onto the wooden bottom, 1 foot at each side of the cross. Spread out, your body Formed into an X as they come and strap you into place. One ankle then the other. Both arms at once. You feel the leather pulling over, stretched tight, securing arms, arms, legs, chest, and mind.

A board emerging from the cross rises up, and you feel your head being into the wood, facing forwards, strapped up and helpless, vulnerable, powerless as I walk towards you. Heels clicking methodically as I glide slowly towards you. One hand is moving away from my body, finger floating towards you so casually so casually as I take my finger and run it lightly along your skin. It could almost be an accident. So carelessly, I let it play against your skin.

But you know it is no accident. Everything thing I do in regards to you is planned out, prepared to have the most effect on you, to take you deeper into your character, to get inside your head and make it more and more malleable. You know lust is just a tool for me to tweak bits of your character and personality. I use it like I would my whip as my fingers trace over your body. But around over your shoulders across your neck, my breath against your skin as I lean in closer, to sense you, to truly know you as I breathe you in.

My expression is that of 1 who is drugged, intoxicated by my power over you, hypnotized my wonderful feeling of just how much control I have. I run my hands over, inspecting and delighting in the results. How you tremble, yet your flesh seems to jump up seeking my touch. The prickles of your skin, goosebumps I'm dancing under the latex as my hands pass over. Playful, intense.

You have No sense of time passing, but wish it could go on forever, delight dancing in your core. You are a slave for your mistress the way it is meant to be. Bound to a cross, helpless before my desires. Tires. Hands running lovingly over the leather, strapping you in place.

They hesitate for a moment over the buckles over the spots where the locks go. Smiling, your mistress reaches her palm up and out to the side, waiting expectant, hearing the sounds as the water drips on the Die to the cave, a quiet tinkling sound. As quickly, one of the latex covered slaves drops a lock in her hand as she plays our fingers over top of you, over you, running the arc of the lock through a buckle. Pausing for a moment. When you hear the sound, the snake of the lock, you will feel a wash of blissful acceptance running over your body, acceptance of your slavery, your helplessness, chills, blank idiots settling over you as one lock clicks into place.

Your wrists secure until I decide to let you go. Moving over to your other wrist, you can still feel the hands wandering all over your body. My silent sleighs is touching and caressing you. Fingers running all over, going closer and closer to your hips, your crotch. You almost didn't notice my and putting the lock in place, but your entire body notices the snake as I lock it in.

Locking in obedience, pleasure, compliance, growing calmer and calmer further into subspace with every lock clicked shot. Again and again. Arms strapped in, I bend over, breasts brushing against you. Your mind empty, blanking more and more as you go deeper and deeper into trance. Ankles, thighs, practically bolted in with the same chance of moving.

I want you to tense your body for a moment. Test your lack of mobility, your inability to escape, discovering your body to be limp. Tensing your chest trying to push up outwards before relaxing, releasing, completely surrendering yourself over to the certainty of your capture. My hands moving upwards. Only 1 omics of mission washing over your mind.

The last, the sweetest, the most important. Your collar, your back to the board, seal coming down to meet steel, and you are all locked up. Time to play. My hands lift to the side and top of the cross. There's something you didn't notice, a a new comprehension moving into your mind.

The cross is on a wheel. You only have moments to digest that thought before I push and the cross starts to rotate. Your unmoving, it is so securely strapped into place. Latex so snug, not even the smallest saga flesh, you feel fully supported, fully safe, but you continue to spin until your body is upside down. Head so close to the floor facing vertigode high heeled boots, black and shiny in front of your face.

I lift 1 foot, razor sharp heel an inch from your face, bringing it in closer to your mask, the latex covering. The only holes are for your eyes and your nostrils as you stare wonderingly at the possibility of pain before I pull it back into the side before slashing it towards your face. You would flinch if you had the movement, But instead, all you can do is close your eyes and anticipate. Eyes closed, you feel an Opening in front of your mouth, an inrush of cold, cool air. A slit.

I made a slit for your tongue to stick through to serve my ends. Clean. Slave, if I want them clean. You hear clearly, muffled though your ears are under the a text hut. No dirt on the boots, but you still cannot help but obey, awkwardly trying to get your tongue through the small slit in your heads covering, licking, worshiping, you are eager to prove what a good toy you can be.

Tongue pushing into every crevasse, making them wet, shiny. My face is now just a bit higher than your navel. You feel my hands on your thighs presented to me in such a lovely v. Your most vulnerable area, offered up to me like a gift. I take out a knife and trail nail it alongside the insides of your thighs.

Your breath going in sharply. No cuts but the sensation. Prickly, running, a line of ice causing you to shiver. Arousal mixed with fear as I move it lower. Lower.

Traveling over the black shiny carapace you are so snugly trapped in. Feeling the tension, the squeak of the rubber material as the knife gips past, leaving bumpy ridges, ugly scars against your latex suit. Down lower, you want to protest, but you wouldn't dare. Needing and wanting and having no choice. Arousal, fear, excitement, running through your bones, your flesh.

You escaped deeper into trance to call me further, seeking the pleasant, easy sanctuary of my guidance, my control, knowing your safe entrant with me. You can enjoy and observe, feeling the excitements while knowing your safety is asleep. Calming, relaxing, Your mind going to drop deeper when that edge runs close to the middle of your x v. Running down so delicately, so carefully, so Oh, slowly. Barely prickling.

Just enough to tease, to cause sensation, nation, but with the threat and the promise that the capability for more is there. It exists, and you focus on it. Line following that one single point as it goes down and your thoughts with it. It reaches the bottom touching 1 rubber thin layer of protection between the blade's its edge in your warm Presses in, splitting the material, opening a hole in the suit, breaking the covering, letting in cool air. It feels good.

It feels good. It feels refreshing as I pull the knife away, putting it away, coming in closer to look at you. Inspect you, know you, become intimate with you. My fingers moving in. The fingers of the lovely slaves beside me running over your chest, your stomach, loving and admiring every bit sacred to them as they feel the warmth of your arousal rising off your body.

Arousal as fingers play with exposed flesh, touching and teasing, and you need to focus. Focus on an energy building inside of you, warm and rising. Feeling and suffice as fingers dance over your skin, both latex rendered in bare flesh. Your Eyes open, wide open, but you see nothing, only light. You are blinded by it.

Fingers as you focus, bringing you closer to an edge. And every time you hear the word focus, your mind cannot help but to focus on the pleasure, bringing it closer to your attention, bringing The changes in your body to attention. The flushed skin, pupils dilated in arousal. A shiver, and tingles of pleasure as almost insubstantial fingers run over you again and again and again, rubbing, manipulating circles goes in spirals and aesthetically good feelings and sensations. And every time you hear the word I guess it gets stronger.

Your mind's attention is enough to feel something more intensely, So focus on the pleasure. Focus as you go deeper. Focus on the endorphins running through your mind, dancing and playing and feeling so good as your arousal grows, Building. Slaves rubbing their bodies against you, grinding in tedious. They haven't been allowed to come in a few days.

Their lives revolve around by wit, in days of being teased, used frequently, devoted always. Such a simple life. Their only focus on loss, horny need and desire, the only thought so of what they can do to get their next orgasm. Missed file They touch you and rub you, playing against you, hoping, being needing, praying they will get to come, that I will give the order. Say the word.

Your mind goes deeper as you focus on the love. The musky smell of their arousal mixing with the late tone, feeling the air flowing Bowing in through the holes in your suit, driving your body crazier. You cannot Your body wants to rip and moan, but it cannot. Now. You can barely move your head to the side.

Sirend. It is your only outlet as you focus on these sexual energy bills Your mind. Building up higher and higher. Heat concentrating and focused around your hips as your arousal continues to rush through you, and stronger, waves of pleasure. Each touch, each movement, each word, each sound blasting in You just wonderful feel, like, feel like, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, Deeper.

Take it further. Such a good toy. I play with you, and you are helpless under the onslaught. Just another toy for me to amuse myself and avoid. I run my fingers over you again and again, moving away from you, leaving my slaves to continue touching and stroking you.

Sucking you. Focus energy. I take a light vlogger from Iraq to your upside down lap. Pleasure rushing into you as a kneeling slave for us. They're grinding against your upside down head as your body jolts from jolts and pleasure as you feel nipples pressed up against the side of you.

Wanting is needed as the slave's chest practically helps me. Feeling a smack because I snap my a day. Folk and Your mind feels so pleasantly light so long. To your most The slogger impacting Dig onto your backside. You don't notice any pain.

You just focus on the impact Breathe. On how good it feels, how good it makes You feel focus as it hits again and again over and over as it swings and your body sings underneath. You feel your mind retreating more and more with each swing, each hit sending you closer and closer to charged suspects. The kind you can only get from impact life, where each smack is like a drumbeat in Your blood echoing through your body and drumming in your bones, taking you deeper into a pliant and doll like Every breath's light and empty. The deeper you go, the more Hearing the faint feel of a whisper My voice haunts Cool burst of air as it crashes down against you.

Crazy. My Again control and again. Feeling The pain doesn't matter. All that matters to impact as you go even farther into triumphs, finding the rhythm and the pattern of the strikes, relaxing relaxing into it, expanding, cultivating, creating your way into your groin. You are flesh Their inner self fading away into the territory, spiraling further down in your mind as your arousal grows unbidden by you of its Own accord rise rising up as the pleasure beats into you.

Pulling in Closer close. You feel on the edge, the verge of a bursting pleasure that will awaken your mind only to the joys of being you. Abused as the blocker beats down again and again. And Stronger, faster, and harder. Your body reflexively bucking at the intensity as you tremble, Vibrating lust and pleasures, you become more and more sensitive, engorged on the pleasures.

You simply They want to open up and take the pleasure. A thread. Let it build and bundle and go stronger, pushing and needing to go free. Into you. To burst out, Optics flowed forth like a celebration of sexual pleasure as the latex dolls touch and strokes, and bring you closer and closer to completion.

You know? You're set. One day he'll be just like them. Constantly kept on the top, deepest, the edge of desire, the motivation, and simplicity of serve it. The rhythm beats into you again and again.

Finger thumb, focusing, tweaking, and so I snap you. You're bound, unprotected by cry. Helpless in a marble. Feeling so good. Feeling it.

Feel the compulsion rising. The sexual energy of death. They don't get to come without mission. But you are new, still being broken. You will be given choice.

You will be calm. Fast and quiet. Make you pull closer. All and to sleep. Descenting your mind.

Teasing torment your body. Play like an instrument as touch, and twang, anticipating, so exciting Sending a brilliant melody of life and energy and pure pure pleasure running through your Hitting you again. Again. Again. Each impact further into subspace.

Each word each touch, another 3 of them. Gazzing. Pleasure. As they rub you. Into the energy, gather Up the no and down almost in, touching and teasing until you are so sensitive, so built up on the edge.

You You can't take it. You need it. Burst and feel the surge as pleasure rushes over your body as you convulse and cry out the Intensity, running and surging just wave after wave of intense pleasure as you focus Yes. Focus as you plench and contract and helplessly devoid of will or responsibility, mobility of your own actions. Jerk and Rise with the pleasure.

Nipples pert and tights tingling with bliss, dancing with delight, Owning. Keep groaning is that Keeps up. All you have left you as you focus and another wave of pleasure surges in tears again and again and again, perky and jerking as wetness drips up your thighs. Cool and voice your desire, your pleasure, dripping It pulses outwards. Towards the center.

Feel your body clench as it continues building, growing. You can't take much more. You know it. And yet you don't get to emote in the matter. The pressure washes over your helpless self again and again and again.

Each wave war arrived, each wave Stronger, forceful and firm, compassionate yet unwavering, sliding, sucking, slowing, fucking, and your butt bursts With pleasure, rushing out, the surge, the storm racing through you like an electric Current as you quiver, limp body responds to my words. Helpless as a lamb, you hang deeper. My hands steep, deep, and stopping as I place the flogger back down. Mind dropping I spin the wheel turning wheel is my will. Bringing you back upright My will is your will.

Staring into your eye. You're mine now. Accept it and know it. To prove and to show my ownership, I am going to brand you deep down here in this cave in your mind. I'm going to leave a mark permanent for all time, a part of you above your navel, burnt Turn to the light, searing it into you.

Black and shiny, my symbol, my brand. Clench for me. Clench for me. I touch This spot, this part of your skin cover shimmering like liquid in the night. I move my fingers over, tracing just below your belly button, fingernails teasing and touch yourself.

I take a marker and run it over your skin as a pattern. Not take it. You can smell the marker's tip, feeling yourself going even lighter in the head, even deeper into trance as I prepare you. My perfect slot, my perfect slave. I will mold you, and you will be my favorites.

You see me move back as my slaves around you, support you, touching and caressing, teasing, bringing your pleasure higher and higher, fear and excitement circulating through your blood. You take it in. Feel it filling you, knowing this is the last link in the chain slavery, ever after mind, ever after control, the warmth of my hand as I put on A special glove attached to a metal carving, an outline cookie cutter shape of my sign. Ready to crash over I will mark you my obedient disciple. Sensations of And you will only make you feel pleasure, warm and rushing as it burns into you.

Your A body tensing, preparing for an onrushing surge of pleasure, waiting for the light, the Or the eruption as your nerves overload and short circuit out, sparking over again and again Surviving as I press my hand in, heat sinking deep inside of you so deep you will never Be cold again. Feel it filling and suffusing your whole body as if filled with light. Never alone again. Clench as it surges through your body, through your mind, echoing in every corner of your being. Feel Let's Siri into your memory, into the database of your brain, overriding, sinking indeed.

A new trigger, a new command to Drive back at this moment, this point of feeling in your mind, back into trance in this world. This cave, your latex suit, your complete and utter devotion, the phrase, the words that will send you crashing into my playset Does one of my dolls, acid burn? When you hear it, your mind Will sink down into trance, down into a portal so deep that after the 1st initial moment, when you come up, your mind will be lost, coming up through a new path, a new portal, a new world Here in this place, my secret sex dungeon inside a cave, your body, your situation coming back, covered in latex, slits of the mouth and the crotch, memories like flashbacks of your brain. Feel this memory, this moment, searing it as my hand presses into your flat, branding you. 6.

A moment of discovery of wonder inside yourself. 4. A supernova Exploding inside you, through you as you struggle to focus. Each time you focus and having a harder and harder time focusing on all the exact words, just following the meaning after only the meaning so that everything begins to and blurring again and again and out. Through you.

Blint and change in your world. Prickle. A jackpot of emotions, sensations, and pleasure. Again, your mind completely Your mind is blank and empty. Of my voice.

You feel as if in days, not that you can float, wealth and blood rushing back You can hear me. Again. You tremble. Your breathing starts to slow and normalize. Through you again.

Calmly. Again as every I I want you to flow. Flow to feel the pleasure. Focus on the conditioning underway. The words, you Barely hear them, but your mind knows them, sinks into them.

You have to obey. You want to serve. You are happier as an object, my toy. A doll I can use to Play with my other dolls because that is all you are, and what a wonderful thing it is to be. Mind gently repulsing with the pleasure of my work, like a rosy color coming in and out of your awareness, brightening, dimming, glowing.

You feel depleted in body, but filled pleaded in body, but filled in spirit. All of you wanted to serve at bay. Pleasure and submission float together in a lovely drawing of where the lines and edges blur as they mix together more and more. Such Perfect compliments. It is natural.

You can't always picture them apart. A step back, a foot now away from you, my hand moving up the side of your neck, hovering at your ear. In a moment, but I'm going to wake you up. And when you hear my snap, you will feel a jolt of pleasure while you are conscious, while you are out of trance. A jolt of electric, wonderful sexual pleasure, cementing in you all of your triggers, binding you further and deeper under my spell in the desire for more pleasure, drawing you back, bringing you back again again for the pleasure.

Now, honey, my pet, it's time to wake up. On the count a 5, you'll become aware and alert, able to move and to function, remembering our little adventure, just waiting for me to show you your new trigger. 1, 2, 3, Four, 5. Wake up. Good toy.