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I have almost stopped listening to the tape. I’m not sure why. If anything, its effect on me is stronger. When I do listen, I slip easily into that state where I am not intently listening to Mistress’s beautiful voice, I’m just concentrating on the feelings her voice evokes. Sometimes it’s like my body is completely empty and her voice–a single, perfectly formed word–absolutely fills it. I can tell she speaks softly, with her lips almost touching the microphone, because I can feel her breath as she shapes the word. Then it’s as if my whole body is that microphone, and her voice delicately pulses me right down to my toes. Read more… |
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Tag: Obedience
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- September 4th, 2013
- Discussion:
- 1 Comment
Bill glanced at his Rolex as he entered the coffee shop; he was in a rush to get to the office as usual. The tables were crowded with customers, but the line was not too long this morning, about five people. He would be pushing his luck, but he dreaded facing a day of client interviews and meetings without his morning latte. He took his place at the end of the line.
She was there again, two customers ahead of him. Recognizing her gave Bill a pang of annoyance. On Monday they had had an altercation. He had been running particularly late that morning, and had shouldered to the head of the line. The others on line didn’t make a peep, but she had turned out to be pretty feisty. First she had scolded him for his bad manners. When he had tried to give her the brush off (“Look, lady, I’m in a rush….”) instead of clamming up she had gotten angry. What had she called him? A boor? A jackass? Anyway, it had been a lot of trouble to get a freaking latte. Read more…
It was another boring, I mean relaxing Friday night with nothing on television so I had opened my iPad to see about playing some games online. I couldn’t get off my mind last weekend when we had gone to the Comedy Club and one of the acts had been a hypnotist, a very beautiful hypnotist with green eyes that seemed to be beckoning me.That must have been the lapse that captivated me and drew me to have just enough abandon, for before I realized it, I was up on stage listening to just a few sweet seductive words that soon had me floating in willing compliance to whatever this mesmerizing Goddess suggested. For it seemed she wasn’t expressing different ideas, it was really my words, my will being told through her. And oh it felt so good, each word she said sent me deeper into a dream state with waves of pleasure flowing through my body. Read more…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- August 19th, 2013
- Discussion:
- No Comments
“Well, we have something interesting today for you folks,” promised Bob Thatcher, the host of “Morning Live with Bob.” Each hair was meticulously in place as usual, his impossibly white teeth beaming forth from his hyper-caffeinated grin.
“Do you believe in hypnosis? Well our next two guests sure do. We have invited two local professional hypnotists to our studio to have a kind of ‘trance off.’ We are going to try something a little different this morning, though. Instead of asking our contestants to hypnotize me or one of you out in our audience, we will be asking them to work their craft on one-another.” Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- July 29th, 2013
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- No Comments
It had been a long meeting. Jerry had been negotiating all day with Justin Perez, the owner of a small machine tool plant in East Los Angeles. Things were not going well. Perez seemed to think that his building was made of gold – not bricks and mortar. And, that his customer list was filled with the CEOs of the Fortune 500.
True enough, it was a well-run little plant – clean and profitable – but nobody could resist for long when his company, Jerrico, put on the pressure. Perez had tried to be friendly but that didn’t matter to Jerry. Jerry had bought and sold dozens of little companies like this in the past and he didn’t want any new friends – he just wanted to make money. Read more…
