femsubdenial:

lezzysubby:

friedcherryblossomprincess:

dreaming-artemis:

friedcherryblossomprincess:

We’ve had a lovely weekend away. It was great to get away from work for a few days.

And having some time to relax in our hotel room finally gave Master the spare time to make me go totally trance-y that we’ve been missing for a long time. Once we were comfy and settled in on Saturday, he took me down into being totally deep under.

Which was super easy because I was super sleepy all day on Saturday. The long hours I had done at work on Thursday/Friday had caught up with me. I’d been sleeping for most of our journey and I didn’t really wake up properly when we arrived.

I can vaguely remember being touched and moved around as – I didn’t fully realise until later what they were doing – they took away my skirt, knickers and tights and gave me a Feeldoe.

Master talked me up a bit so that I was in a semi-awake and woozy state of mind. Awake enough to respond to things he says. He set about confusing me. I can’t recall everything he said enough to write it up, but there are bits we can remember:

“Who are you?”
“Princess.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“No?”
“You’re Master.”
“No.”

This was making me VERY confused and befuddled.

“I’m Princess.”
“You’re Master.”
“You’re Master.”
“What’s that?” (Master stroked the Feeldoe, which felt very mmmmmm.)
“Dildo.”
“It’s your cock.”
“My cock.”
“Does Princess have a cock?”
“No?”
“So you’re not Princess.”
“No.”

And so on, round and round. He kept finding things to tell me that ‘proved’ I was Master and not Princess:

“Alouette is kneeling down for you. It’s Master she submits to. You’re Master.”
“Her leash is in your hand. You’re Master.”
“You’re not wearing glasses. You’re Master.”

I got less and less certain each time I was told something that “proved” I was Master. I did question it because I’d started off sure I was Princess.

“I have boobs.”
“No. It’s just how your shirt lies. You’re Master.”

Alouette grabbed my hands to stop me reaching up to touch my boobs and demonstrate that they were real.

I was already pretty tired and half asleep before we started. I had been all day. Talking me down into a trance made me even more befuddled. I couldn’t keep up with all the ways he was proving I was Master.

“Whose voice is this?”
“Master.”
“You trust me.”
“I trust you.”
“I tell you the truth.”
“You tell me the truth.”
“You’re Master.”
“No…”
“You trust me. You’re Master. I tell you the truth. You’re Master.”

Somewhere around here, I got lost. Master never did get me to say I was Master, but I stopped being able to say who I was. I either went quiet if I was asked directly or started repeating some of the ‘facts’ he’d been repeating to me. I stopped resisting it.

It never seemed to get weird to me that if I was Master this meant that there were two of me in the room. I did have a similar experience one time last year after being given morphine in hospital. So that’s not a wholly new thing for me.

Once Master was satisfied that I was as convinced that I was Master as I was going to get, he reminded me of Alouette waiting there to please her Master. She was still holding my hands. So patient! Such an angel! ♥ I’d halfway forgotten her because I had got wrapped up in talking to Master.

As it turned out, what I wanted to do was have her suck my cock. So, with a reminder from Master, I repeated his deep throat training for her. I can clearly remember stroking her hair, holding her head still, feeling her arm wrapping around my thigh, telling her how safe she was, and what a good girl, and how much I loved her. ♥ I remember using her leash to draw her onto the bed so we could all – Masters and Alouette – make love because she was such a good girl who deserved love.

Doing that gradually brought my mind wandering back towards who I am. I think it was Master’s kisses that finally broke the spell and got me to remember that he was him and he was the only Master here, not me.

I needed some time afterwards to get my brain properly un-bent. Mainly through sleeping and cuddling and being talked to. I was very not talkative until the evening, which is when I finally started to feel awake properly.

This seems like it should have felt more trippy than it did at the time. But I mainly remember feeling tired and confused until I finally went along with whatever Master was telling me about whoever I was by then.

Him and Alouette are so cool. ♥

That sounds amazing, no wonder you needed time to get your brain ‘un-bent’!

It was amazing and I’m so grateful to Master and Alouette for doing that to me.

I think it was largely because I was very, very tired that I was a bit out of it afterwards. It’s a good job they could take charge of checking into the hotel because I was not very alert at all.

Master and Alouette found the journey very funny because I kept drifting in and out of sleep, and waking up more and more turned on. I wasn’t in a fit state to do anything complicated by the time we got to where we were going.

I had to have strong coffee put into me on Saturday evening before we went out for dinner.

This is just…. I’ll be in my bunk, please don’t disturb me 🙊

Whoa. So much trust for this to happen. 🙂