I know you normally like the way my words take you down the sweet steep path to trance, gently luring you, coaxing you, cajoling your shy unconscious to the level of trance where we can play these fun little games in a coy, yet innocent way, and then we laugh.
I know you normally like that. But I also know that you fantasize about something else.
You see, you talk in your sleep.
You didn’t know that. I can see that on your face as you look at this graphic I showed you on the screen. But I can tell you that now because you’re barely listening to me. You see, you’ve been staring at it for an hour. And those words you repeat in your sleep? I can tell you’re about to say them again right now.
You don’t remember them, do you?
Well let me tell you what they are.
Ready?
“Fuck my mind with your words.”
Think about that.
Or better yet, don’t. ‘Cause I can tell how surprised you are.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that you wouldn’t say that. You wouldn’t repeat those words. You’ve never actually said them. Ever. Good girls don’t say words like that. They certainly don’t mean them. They certainly don’t make good girls clasp their thighs together because of how hot and wet that makes them. Like the good girl watching this graphic throb in front of her vacant eyes.
Yet it’s true. It’s what you want. It’s what you’ve said. I’ve heard them over and over again for the last few nights.
“Fuck my mind with your words. Fuck my mind with your words.”
I can tell you want to say them now.
I can tell you’re going to say them again.
I can see your lips twitching… wanting to say them to me.
Only this time, you’ll have your eyes open. And instead of saying them in some kind of slumber, you’ll be saying them to me. Instead of a fantasy, it’ll be an invitation.
“Fuck my mind with your words.”
Feel this graphic image throb inside your mind.
Feel my words throb inside you. Feel them slowly push their way in through the folds of your brain, and stretch you apart, just enough to know that my words are there. Feel those words… my words… fill you up. Feel them force their way inside what’s left of your greedy, needy, wanting…. mind.
Open your mind for me and let my words in.
Let them caress you and run back and forth flooding you with that glistening sheen of anticipation as you start to feel yourself reach the point of no return.
Feel that feeling build inside you, as if there is some explosion that is just looking for some outlet, some bend, some crack inside your mind to be released. Feel those words repeating over and over inside your pretty little head, as if they’re just a little too much for you to handle.
Feel the words take control of your mind, of your body, of your mouth.
All you have to do is say those words, and they will be true, and when those words are true, when that need is true, then all that pleasure will be yours.
Yes, that’s it. I know you’re resisting just a little. And maybe it’s because you don’t want to admit your need. Maybe it’s because you think I was lying at the beginning and that somehow I’ve made you think it’s true now. Maybe it’s because I can tell how wet you are, and I can see you squirm as you stand there, slack-jawed and empty, save only for my words.
But maybe you’re resisting because you want my words to bend you over my desk and fuck that last bit of resistance out of you.
So bend over. Yes. Just like that. And you know what you have to do.
You know how to show that you’re ready.
You know how to tear that need away from your dreams and turn them into reality.
Say my words. Say them.
Say them now.
“Fuck my mind with your words.”
Again.
“Fuck my mind with your words.”
And again.
“Fuck my mind with your words! Fuck! My! Mind! With! Your! Words!”
Now don’t stop until you’ve finished. And when you’ve finished, when there’s nothing left but mindless repetition, when you’ve felt thoroughly and completely fucked by my words… after your need was made real because you asked, you demanded the very thing you wanted and I gave it to you…every last word…..
I know you’re resisting just a little. And maybe it’s because you don’t want to admit your need. Maybe it’s because you think I was lying at the beginning and that somehow I’ve made you think it’s true now. Maybe it’s because I can tell how wet you are, and I can see you squirm as you stand there, slack-jawed and empty, save only for my words.
But maybe you’re resisting because you want my words to bend you over my desk and fuck that last bit of resistance out of you.
“aaannd down! Down so deep, so relaxed, so aroused, so open for me, so aroused, and as much as you’ll want to cum, even more than that, you’ll always want to edge just a couple more times, first. Always just a couple more times. I could put an orgasm block on you, but I’m not going to, because this is much more insidious, isn’t it? You could decide to make yourself cum any time you like, and you will decide to make yourself cum, frequently, but you’ll always want to edge just a few more times first. No matter how much you want to cum, you’ll always want to edge just a couple of times even more, spiraling up and up in a delicious way that makes it so hard to resist, making yourself such a good tease toy. Good tease toys keep themselves wet and desperate, don’t they? You want to be a good tease toy. Such a good tease toy, every time you edge… and edge… and edge…”
A noise woke her up. She squinted at the clock, red numbers shining in the dark. Still the middle of the night.
She felt a cool breeze slide through the room. The window was open. That was the noise she’d heard – the window opening. Against the light of the streetlights outside, she could see a shape. A silhouette, a person. In her room.
Her eyes widened, her drowsiness melting in the face of a sudden wave of panic. She started to sit up, but the figure moved towards her. He said something, three or four syllables that she couldn’t understand, and she froze. Slowly, she relaxed down onto the bed, tense muscles softening.
What the fuck was that?, she thought. He stepped a bit closer, looming over her. Again, he spoke. Longer this time. The things he said… she couldn’t tell if they were words or not. It didn’t quite sound like any language she had ever heard before. The words were slippery and elusive in her mind. She couldn’t grab hold of them. While she considered them, she pulled her tank top down, exposing her breasts. She didn’t think about it, it just sort of happened. It didn’t quite register as a conscious action she’d taken.
The man leaned over her. She could see a bit of his face now. Not much – just the outline of his features, the light of his eyes. She could see his lips move as he spoke again, another tangle of sounds that she couldn’t decipher.
The whole situation was kind of hot, she began to realize. Laying in bed like this, a strange man watching her… she’d fantasized about this before. Hadn’t she? She wasn’t sure. It seemed like she probably had. Her thighs slid apart gracefully. He was very sexy, after all. She couldn’t really see him, but just the way he stood there, the way he watched her. His presence. He was incredibly hot. Fuck, she was so turned on!
He spoke again. I love it when he talks to me like that, she thought, sliding a hand down her body, pushing her panties aside. She loved the way his words seemed to seep into her mind, feeding her ideas she couldn’t quite understand. Her chest heaved as she stroked her pussy lips. She stared up at him, unable and unwilling to hide the need she was feeling.
“Please,” she whispered. That was all she could say. Everything else she was feeling seemed to freeze inside her. Please touch me, she wanted to tell him. Please take me. Please fuck me. Please use me. Please command me. Please change me. Please own me. Please transform me. “Please,” she gasped again. She reached for him.
He stepped towards her again, spoke again. She sighed with pleasure as she listened.
Mini hitachi to clit, check. Bullet vibes on the nips, check. Passive female in your arms, check.
Seems to be all in order. Better have her relax those thighs, though, or she’s going to have a massive orgasm. The more relaxed she is, the longer you can stave off the orgasm, and the less likely it is you’ll have to pull off and restrain her from trying to complete it.
Now, do this each night for an hour while listening to the Mind Melter, then give her the opportunity to suck your cock. She’ll be fully yours in short order, willing and eager to do just about anything.
