hypnobimbocherri: erogenousmind: The room was familiar to Diane, though she knew she had never been
hypnobimbocherri: erogenousmind: The room was familiar to Diane, though she knew she had never been there before.She knew there was something she was supposed to do here. Something important. But it felt good to just sit in the chair. Whatever needed to happen would happen. She wasn’t sure why she knew that, but it was reassuringknowing that she could just sit and relax. Drift…It gave her a little time to reflect on how she had gotten here. She remembered a staircase. She remembered walking down…no, she was guided down, each of the ten steps one by one. How odd to pay attention to the number of steps. And then she was on a landing and…she was sitting in this chair. In this room that was hers. She knew this room, but she also knew she had never seen it before. How odd…There was a screen in front of her, she realized, her earlier musings forgotten immediately. It was important that she pay attention to the screen. She could see a woman on the screen. She was pretty, Diane noticed. But more than that, she was sensual, sexual. The woman was kneeling, staring at something in the background. Diane briefly tried to follow her gaze, but found that, whatever she was looking at, it was not in focus. And she knew that it wasn’t important right now. Soon she would see what the woman saw, but for now, her attention was focused on the woman. She leaned forward.The woman was intently focused herself. Kneeling, sitting back on her feet, but sitting up straight. All of her attention was focused on that point in the distance. Yet she looked so comfortable. Her shoulders were relaxed. She looked like she was exactly where she was supposed to be. No, she was exactly where she was supposed to be. This was exactly what she was supposed to be doing. In this moment, this is what she was meant for. To kneel, to focus…She looked so peaceful. She looked like she didn’t have a care in the world, except to focus more…to concentrate deeper…deeper on…Diane could see where her gaze was directed now. She knew that object well. She had spent many hours gazing at it, helplessly lost in its facets and complexities. And she knew the one that held it too…Diane knew now that the girl was entranced. Her mind drifted peacefully while she received her instructions. While she learned. While she was trained…Trained to be the perfect pet. Trained to respond instantly and without thought. Trained to feel pleasure she had previously only imagined. Trained to obey…Good girls obey…Good girls obey…Diane saw now that the girl was naked, and she was aroused. Despite the serene look on her face, the vacant gaze, the flush on her chest betrayed her excitement. Though her own mind wouldn’t have noticed, deeply focused on theobject, her body was reacting. She had been well trained. She was naked…kneeling…deep in trance. It was only right that she be hot…wet…ready. Diane had learned that lesson well…just…like…this…It was her. Diane was watching herself. She was witnessing her own enthrallment. Diane was on her knees. She was naked. She was hot. She leaned farther forward so she could see. She was focused…on…She was watching the…She was learning…She was attentive…She was a good girl…Good girls don’t think…Good girls don’t…think… good girls dont think -- source link