Making it through

hypnomindstorm:

echoesofasongforgotten:

She stared at the post and bit down on her lip, staring at
the screen as she could feel the heat calling her between her legs.

“You can do it… just… ignore it,” she whispered the words to
herself, begging herself in a soft, weak voice.

Ignore the way that her fingers wanted to dip down into the
slick, sensitives folds of her aching, wanting emptiness.

Ignore the way that she kept feeling herself, aching,
hungering, wanting to feel that hot pulse of sensation coursing through her.

Touching herself meant giving in, surrendering, Obeying the
words on the screen in front of her. It meant losing the bet. It meant losing
pride.

But it was getting so very hard to do. To not think about
the way that those words were just seeping down into her mind. The way that
they spoke to her, reaching down into a deep, dark little place she tried to
keep so dark and hidden.

They connected to her
in a way that she never imagined possible, making her suddenly numbed feelings,
desires go from their simple, dormant, oh so easily ignorable state into
something far more.

Something so very much alive, like they were a pool frozen
over inside of her, buried down in the dark, hidden away somewhere she didn’t
think anyone would find them. And then His words came along, piercing like a
glorious ray of hot, molten sunlight through the darkness, Melting the cold,
hard shell over her wants, her hungers, her needs. An undeniable heat that part
of her just so eagerly suckled down as it thrust upon her.

“Oh, god… Goddess… oooh…” she hissed out as she could feel
it, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, her back arching out as she
clenched and pressed her thighs tightly together, trying to keep the hot, slick
need inside of her from dribbling, flowing out.

Instead it only reminded her of how much it was getting to
her. How much she was losing, how much she was just Giving In.

He had told her that she couldn’t do it, that she wouldn’t
be able to make it. That she’d end up Surrendering to the way that the words
reached through the screen and lit her mind on fire. He’d told her that they’d
burn away her confidence, their heat, melting it away into a dribbling,
dripping little mess, flowing down, out of her.

He’d told her how they’d glisten, slick and shining as they
formed a pool of hot, wet, Needing Desire. A surface of sweet, intoxicating
Want that drew every sense to it. That made her self-control turn into a
bubbling, dripping pour of white hot molten metal, reduced to nothing as she
could feel the way her thoughts were burned away like useless slag.

“Nnnn…” she moaned. A burning, boiling sensual sound, like a
siren’s call born deep down inside of her, from that quivering emptiness within
that she could feel just growing with every breath, every pulsing moment, every
beat of her heart.

She could practically hear his voice as she continued
staring at the screen, her fingers creeping down, stroking, touching, caressing
against the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

“You’re going to lose. Bit by bit, you’re going to feel the
heat taking over. You’re going to try to ignore it at first, ignore the
churning, pulsing, wanting sensation that you can feel building up, every
breath, every shift, every beat of your heart.”

She wanted to touch herself, to caress herself, the feelings
burning through her like nothing she ever imagined. But, she had to fight it,
had stay strong…

“You’re going to try and not think about the swelling pulse
of deep, impossibly powerful sensations growing up inside of you, the way you
can practically feel how I’m reaching inside of you, connecting to some deep,
secret part of who you really are, past all the lies, past all your defenses.”

She couldn’t just Give In. No matter how good, how
wonderful, how amazing it felt, she couldn’t just Surrender to the things she
wanted.

“And as those sensations course through you, it will be like
you had been numbed all your life, like you were a beautiful crimson rose, full
of passion, desire, sweet, elegant little curves waiting, begging to be
touched, claimed, Owned, but you were instead frozen in a block of ancient,
impossible cold ice.”

Oh, gods, why couldn’t she touch herself? All she could do
was teas just around it, just away from it. She was being held back from going
any closer, held back from pulling away, all she could do was helplessly
continue stoking the sensations, the fires, the wants inside of her.

“Leaving you wanting, hungering to be found deep down in the
depths of everything else you thought you’d be. Until you could feel the way I
just brought a piercing ray of pure, impossibly bright connection down straight
into the heart of your depths. A wonderfully intense sensation of sudden,
erupting sensations that made you Feel
for the first time you can ever really remember.”

She whined, helplessly, weakly, like a defenseless, weak
little kitten, her voice dripping melodically with an impossibly desperate
Want.

“And upon that frozen pedestal, for the first time, the
flowing drops of melting cold grew warm, flowing, trickling down, slick and
glistening as the sweet heat of that connection penetrated into the depths of
your icy prison. Warming you, awakening you to the sense of almost serene light
illuminating the depths of your core, melting away the cold numbness, burning
away the empty cold, leaving you desperately, hungering, Needing that first
touch to claim you.”

And she needed it, hungering, begging wordlessly to be
claimed, to be taken to be Owned like that beautiful little flower.

Her mind was slick, melted, dripping down out of her, she
just needed, hungered for, ached for his words.

To see them, hear them, Feel them pouring into her.

Touching her, caressing her, Melting and Controlling her.

She needed it in so many desperate ways she couldn’t begin
to imagine.

She just had to Give In. Surrender. Submit.

And she could feel the bucking rush of pleasure that
rewarded her when she did.

Wow…I just…wow.