jukeboxemcsa: Ursula studied the necklace with a furious intensity, certain that it would jog her me
jukeboxemcsa: Ursula studied the necklace with a furious intensity, certain that it would jog her memory if she just looked at it a little while longer. She couldn’t quite remember why she was in this room, or why she was naked, or where her clothes had gone. But the glittering chain in her hand and the sparkling, pretty gemstones seemed so familiar to her that she knew they had to be connected to the blank, thoughtless sensation in her mind. She slid the necklace through her fingers over and over, watching the metal chain catch the light, watching the gems slide down and around and down again. It finally triggered a memory–Ursula remembered someone handing her the necklace and saying, “Here. This will help you remember.” The fragment of recollection seemed maddeningly recursive, not nearly enough to be useful. Ursula knew she had to concentrate deeper. She remembered staring into the gleaming gems, holding the necklace with one hand while her other hand unbuttoned her blouse in a reverie of arousal. She remembered peeling off clothes that suddenly felt unbearably warm, as the captivating glint of the chain teased her mind into soft, blank desire. Of course. She was so horny. How could she have not noticed before now? She remembered hearing a voice–her voice, only sunken almost to a whisper with mindless need–repeating over and over, “I am Master’s obedient slave.” She remembered reaching down and teasing her clit with the fingers of her free hand. The memory felt so real, almost as if she was doing it right now…Ursula let out a sensuous moan as the necklace went fuzzy and unfocused in her field of view for a moment. She remembered realizing that it felt so good to forget. She remembered telling herself that she could always drift back to the beginning of her programming, and her unconscious mind would recall all of Master’s commands perfectly. She remembered the way that forgetting always confused her, and confusion lowered her resistance to programming. She remembered how hard that made her cum. At last, she looked up from the necklace, her eyes glassy, her fingers and cunt slick. “Programming completed, Master,” she said to the man watching her. The man she’d been unable to notice until now. “Instructions?” Her Master merely smiled. “Another loop, I think.” Ursula nodded and looked back down at the necklace with furious intensity. She was certain that it would jog her memory if she just looked at it a little while longer… (Like these captions? Want to see more? Visit www.patreon.com/Jukebox to find out how!) -- source link