erogenousmind:Carrie stared at her fingers. It was hard to believe that such a simple little thing

erogenousmind: Carrie stared at her fingers. It was hard to believe that such a simple little thing was going to have such a profound effect. But that’s what she had been told, and she was inclined to trust the source… Carrie hadn’t even bothered to take her shoes off before collapsing onto the bed. She was beat. She needed to unwind and she needed to relax. As she lay on her back, she remembered what she had been told. Just a single snap and she would be right back in that place. It had been so nice there. Not a care in the world. She could let go, she could rest. She could be herself. Her hand floated above her, inches from her face. She could feel something…pushing…in the back of her head. It was indistinct, but it pushed all of her focus onto those fingers as they slowly curled in. It would feel so nice, and she had been given that power over herself. Whenever she wanted, she could lay back, snap her fingers and take herself right back into that warm, enveloping fog. It seemed to good to be true. As she stared, she found herself remembering her journey into that fog. The strong steady voice, guiding her deeper. How her muscles and her mind had gone limp in that fog. And that wonderful sweet smell that made her….mmm…And while she slept in the fog she could learn so many amazing things. And her fingers could send her back so easily… All she had to— SNAP Carrie dove onto her bed, eager to get started. She had been watching the clock all afternoon, just waiting to get to come home and sink back into that fog. She rubbed her bare feet on the comforter and squeezed her thighs together in excitement. She held her hand above her head. All she had to do was… But it was so nice to just stare for a moment. What was the rush anyway. She needed to learn patience. She needed to learn…to go deeper. She could feel the fog closing in around her, blocking out the rest of the world. All she could see was those fingers. And it felt so nice. The sweet smell of the fog drifted into her nostrils. It was familiar somehow. Lavender maybe? But lavender never made her feel so…This was different. It always made her so hot, got her so excited. Everyday she just had to get home, get in bed, snap her fingers and then…bliss. She never knew how long, but it didn’t really matter. When she got up later in the evening, she always felt so completely satisfied, physically, mentally, emotionally. It was as if every time she was taken apart completely, every piece given special attention, shown the most wonderful care, and then she was put back together, remade…new…changed… But as much as she loved it, she was supposed to be patient. She had been told she need to learn to go deeper. And she would obey. Besides, it was so nice to just stare at her fingers as her mind drifted away. She felt like she could just keep looking for– SNAP Carrie leaped into the bed and was naked before she landed. It made her so wet when she got to snap her fingers and learn to obey and let the fog consume her. Its feathery wisps making love to her skin. Its intoxicating aroma driving her into heat. One hand quickly moved to her slit as the other hovered in front of her eyes, ready to trigger herself once again and send her deeper. What had started as just an impulse in the back of her head, had turned into a whisper and then an authoritative, commanding voice. Every time it taught her. Every time she learned better how to go into a deep trance. She learned better how to obey. She learned how better to serve. She normally would spend some time preparing herself, losing herself just staring at those fingers, but she was just so eager today. No hesitation she was just going to… … Her fingers did not move. She wanted to hear that sound so badly, she was so hot. She needed it! Why could she not…? The voice was speaking to her now. She listened when the voice spoke. And she learned… Her fingers were not hers to command. She did not choose when she went under. She never had. She realized it was true. She would justify it to herself when it happened, but it was not under her control. It never had been. She would learn this truth now and she realized with a incredible mixture of horror and delight how she would learn it. Her other hand would not move either. As the one hovered frozen in front of her eyes, the other hovered just over her dripping sex. Now, slowly, of it’s own accord, it drifted down and lightly, expertly, it began to touch. It was just enough to drive her out of her mind. She needed to cum. She needed to drop. She needed to drop before she could cum. Dropping into trance made her cum. She needed…she needed… She needed to obey. Obedience took her deeper. This is what she was to learn. She needed to submit. Submission would let her go even deeper. And going deeper might allow her the release she craved. The voice in her head was guiding her now. Teaching her complete obedience. Teaching her to be a good girl. She needed to be a good girl. And good girls recited their lessons. “I am a good girl.” “Good girls obey.” “I obey.” “Obedience is Pleasure.” “Good girls don’t think.” “I don’t think.” “I need to go deeper.” “Trance makes me wet.” “Good girls don’t think.” “I…don’t think.” “Obedience…is pleasure…” “I…obey…” “Good girls…don’t…think…” “I…don’t…” The fog had her now. Filling her body with pleasure. Filling her mind with obedience. Carrie’s face slackened as she stared, unseeing at her fingers. Those fingers which captivated her mind. Those finger which controlled her. Her body was on fire with lust, but her mind was placid. She could just stare. It felt so good to stare and let go. It felt good to let her thoughts float away. She didn’t need to think anymore. She could just stare and slip away. She felt like she could stare at her fingers for–” SNAP -- source link

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