A shame I’m not there to hear Brooke when she sees these kind of pictures, she never can quite stop herself from imagining herself in them… Something about these pictures always gets her mind imagining every wonderful feeling the subject would feel. The feeling of her mind slipping under, the feeling of deep and wet submission, gathering down under as she helplessly begins to touch. And when she sees this pictures, she can’t help but imagine how good it would feel… How easy it is to imagine herself in her place…
Imagining herself on her knees…
Eyes locked…
Watching…
Following…
Imagining how good it’d feel to let go…
She can’t help but Want to be her. Want to be mindless. Need to be blank… Need to be deep…
Deep for Master…
On your knees for Master.
Blank for Master
And like her, you too can get lost and blank.
After all, like her, you too gave up thinking the moment that you saw the pendulum swaying…
Back and forth…
And you can just keep watching the pendant now…
Just like her…
Lost, deep and blank…
Because you can be lost like her now.
You can be gone, empty, blank and deep. Because its already happened, you’re already gone… Because now you’re watching. Now you’re falling. Now you’re sinking. And now you’re gone.Doesn’t it feel good to be lost?
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omfg yeessss
Ladyandthetrance 