jukeboxemcsa:“It’s…it’s almost time, isn’t it?” Lea tried to tell herself not to be nervous. She tri
jukeboxemcsa:“It’s…it’s almost time, isn’t it?” Lea tried to tell herself not to be nervous. She tried to tell herself that soon, she would never be nervous about anything again. But still, the butterflies gathered in her stomach in swarms. She couldn’t help picturing a thousand nightmare scenarios–the Master finding some fault with her body (legs too long and gawky, hair too dark and lanky, breasts too big, breasts too small, all the insecurities that had chased her throughout life as a young woman) or worse, the Master accepting her and giving her a place in his family only to find that she wasn’t able to be hypnotized. She’d never done it. She’d never tried it. She was terrified that it wouldn’t work.“It is,” Affascinante replied, still stroking Lea’s hair. “Don’t worry, you’re ready for this. Ready to surrender. Ready to become one of us. Ready to hear the name of your true self.” Lea wondered what her name would be within the family; she was hoping for Dolce, but she knew the decision wasn’t up to her. She loved that the decision wasn’t up to her; she ached for the moment when she could give up all her fears, all her doubts, all her anxieties, and just float in the Master’s bottomless love. Affascinante had described it to her, that day when she’d first confessed that she had another name beyond Abigail and another purpose beyond data entry. Back when Lea was horrified and fascinated by it, not just fascinated.‘He doesn’t take. We are not emptied by his will, we are not kept from our friends or our families. We are filled, instead. When you look into his eyes, when you sink into his will, you are filled with his boundless love, with the endless joy of surrender, with the complete and total fulfillment that comes from being owned by a caring Master. It is constant bliss, not just arousal but the satiety that comes after arousal is fed, and that bliss swamps out all your fears and worries and leaves you contented in his will. There is nothing to fear, because Master owns you. Master is keeping you forever. Even disobedience is impossible, because Master’s control is absolute. It is eternal sweetness, Lea.’It was a creepy sex cult, thought Lea at the time. But the days passed, day in and day out, constantly dealing with the stress of the job and the men on the subway and the emptiness in the bed beside her and the world that always told her the same thing: You are not good enough. Your hair, your breath, your teeth, your hips, your smile, your personality, your sexuality, your sex. Never good enough for men.And two desks down, Abigail with the serene smile. Abigail, shrugging off the office lech with a cutting put-down and a clear boundary. Abigail, ignoring the slings and arrows of the world around her because she knew she had worth. She knew she mattered. She belonged to the Master and he loved her for who she was. Compared to that, what could some toothpaste ad tell her about herself? And Lea began to talk to her again about the family. About how one went about joining it.And it all led to this. The last moment when she would think any thought that Master did not allow her to think, The last moment of fear, the last moment of worry, the last moment that was not filled with the bliss of submission to someone who deserved it. She looked up at Affascinante. She found her smile. “I’m ready,” she said. She was surprised to realize that she really meant it. “I think I always have been.”They linked hands, and walked into the presence of their Master.(Like these captions? Want to see more? Visit www.patreon.com/Jukebox to find out how!) -- source link