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“It feels good be open.” Master’s fingers teased her body as he spoke, brushing up and along the inside of her calves and thighs until she was panting with arousal. Her legs were hooked on either arm of the chair, displaying her pussy to him as lewdly as she possibly could, but he didn’t touch it yet. Not when she still had so much opening up to do.

“It… feels so good… to be open.” She spoke the words in the drowsy, slurred tones of the deeply hypnotized, her eyes stuck shut and her head resting against the wall. She could imagine what the scene might look like to any voyeur passing by their cottage–in fact, she’d been commanded to do exactly that as one of her deepeners, to help her think of herself as an observer of her own passive body. She knew that to anyone watching, it would look like a woman receiving pleasure from a man kneeling on the floor in front of her. Some might even think he was the submissive one.

“You want to be open to me.” But she knew better. She knew that he could play with her mind and body for ages, seducing her deeper and deeper into trance until she would beg to surrender herself completely to him in exchange for just a single caress of her aching clit. He knew exactly how to draw out her pleasure, teasing her until she willingly smoothed away her own thoughts and opened her mind to his control. (And body, she added as his index finger gently traced around her labia. She couldn’t forget about that part.)

“I want, nnnnh, wanna be open to you…” She wondered sometimes, between sessions, whether she would be able to resist him at all once she was blank and helpless like this. If he gave her a command that her waking self genuinely wanted to refuse, could she even say no to him anymore? It was an academic question–he respected all her limits with the diligence and love of a true Master–but she often wondered whether she had any will of her own anymore. (Usually when masturbating.)

“You are completely open to me.” His fingers stroked closer, trailing through the patch of pubic hair just above her wet cunt, and she whimpered helplessly with lust. She knew he wouldn’t leave her frustrated–she would wind up screaming with pleasure by the time he was through with her–but somehow her deeply hypnotized mind never remembered that part. She always felt that same wonderful agony of anticipation, every single time. Until she convinced herself that the only path to release was to sink deeper for him. To surrender herself completely. To open her mind and body to his total control.

“I am completely open to you,” she said tonelessly. Luckily, that was exactly what she wanted. She sighed in blank, obedient relaxation and opened herself to him all over again.

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