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He quieted her mind. She loved to feel her mind slip away. It is what captivated her. Enticed her. Made her vulnerable.

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Books, quiet alone time to recharge.

Well-read in red. Model: CJ

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When Erin walked into the room, the book was forgotten. Something in Cait shifted. Her focus, was Erin and the words that seemed so captivating. She had forgotten that this was a repeat of many scenes in her training.

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reading smut in public without showing an ounce of emotion like the lady that I am

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She did not remember her journey her. She had seen the email. She felt the warmth as her mind let go to familiar phrases. Her desire to follow awoke. Her journey would start again.

It’s Time🔥😈💥

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Listen

Rachael could listen to him talk for hours. It wasn't that he always had something interesting to say, although often she was very invested in what he told her. It wasn't just getting to hear his voice, although the sound of it set off electricity in her every time. She'd been content to read what he wrote to her text by text with the same bliss she felt now to know it wasn't just his voice.

Talking with him felt...comfortable. Like a cozy pair of slippers and her favorite robe on a chilly day. She even noticed the same sensation of sinking into their conversation. Feeling the warmth of it envelop her. The same sense of calm. There was no pressure to speak, even if he was silent for a moment. She could say what was on her mind or answer him if prompted. Or she could just listen...and listening to him was always enough.

Rachael could listen to him talk about anything. And she knew that he enjoyed his captivated audience. He had told her as much, but she could also see it in the way he spoke. The way he smiled at her. His comfortable demeanor. He had a confidence when he spoke to her that made Rachael melt. It felt as comfortable for him as it did for her, and that made it even easier for her to relax into their conversation. Made it easier to know that she could say as little or as much as she wanted. That is was okay to just listen.

Even now he was telling Rachael about how much he enjoyed the time they could spend together like this. That he could be open with her in a way that felt so rare. Knowing that she wanted to hear everything he had to say. That he didn't need to worry about sounding silly or saying anything wrong or awkward. He could talk. And he knew she would listen.

He told her how that lack of pressure felt so freeing. How he could go off on tangents that didn't seem to make sense. That neither of them had to worry about the direction the conversation took. Because they both knew how comfortable it felt. He could talk about anything and Rachael could listen. There might be times where she could respond, nodding along with what he told her, or answering in the affirmative if he asked her something. Or maybe all she needed to do was smile back at him when he smiled at her, looking back into his eyes and knowing that everything was alright. She could just enjoy being right here. Listening.

He could draw her attention wherever he pleased, and he could know that she would happily follow along. Like if he noted the softness of the chairs they sat in. How easy it could feel to sink into them. How natural it was to relax and just let the chairs support their weight. They could relax their shoulders. Relax their necks. And it was alright to sink down into the chair like that, because he could still speak to her. And she could still listen.

And he could suggest things to her. Ideas. Experiences. Feelings. And because it felt so easy to listen to him, Rachael could accept all of those into her mind. She might find she could feel what he described. Experienced what he described. Think what he described. And that would be even more relaxing. She wouldn't need to come up with thoughts on her own. He could decide them for her. He could tell her what she was thinking. All she had to do was listen.

And if he was thinking for her, if his words are so effortlessly transforming into her thought, then it only made sense that he could tell her what she was doing as well. That his words could just as easily become her actions. That he could describe how relaxed she was becoming, how easy it was to stare into his eyes while he spoke, how impossible it feels to look away. And Rachael could find all those things becoming true for her. It was almost like he was commanding her actions. And if she did whatever he commanded, that meant she was obedient to him. And it felt good to be obedient. He said so. And Rachael knew that he could describe to her what she was feeling. She didn't need to think about it at all. She could just listen.

And even though it felt so good to obey him. To do and think whatever he told her, that didn't mean she needed to do anything right now. Rachael can just imagine his words being poured into her mind, reforming her thoughts. Reforming what she did and believed. Reforming who she was, little by little. And he says it feels good to be remade however he desires. And she knows that means she can believe it, because all she needs to do is listen and let his words do whatever he wants to her. And maybe later these words will cause her to behave in amazing ways. Allow her to experience amazing sensations. Allow her to forget how easy it is to drift away. For her eyes to close. For her to sink down into that wonderful deep place in her mind where all she needs to do is listen and obey.

But right now Rachael doesn't need to concern herself with any of that.

All she needs to do is listen.

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Whirlpool [1949]

Apparently, she was really hypnotized

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The Vampire a power to enthrall.

Fright Night [1985]. This is 1 of me and Master's faves

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Sometimes the only thing an @pleasure-addiction needs... ...is a little push...

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Road to Rio [1947]

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Return

It's like walking a route your feet have memorized. You make a decision to step out your door, and after that, you are on auto-pilot. You let your mind wander. You think over the events of the day. Plans you are making. Items to cross off your to-do list. The journey feels right. Comfortable. It feels so nice to not need to think about where you are going. You've had to think too much today. Had to make so many decisions. This is easier. This feels more natural. And without the mental strain of having to decide, the motion is effortless. Your feet know where to go. You are just along for the ride

And then you realize where you are going.

Your wonder if this is what you wanted. If you should be nervous that you are coming back here again. If you should be excited. Because the loss of control is always so thrilling. It always excites you so deeply. But if you didn't make the conscious decision to come here, you have to ask yourself: who did?

Your feet don't slow for a second though, and it doesn't occur to you that you should have any say in the matter. That you will be walking through my door again is an inevitability at this point. You might as well enjoy the journey, you think.

So you let yourself remember the time before and the time before that. You let yourself get lost in the experiences you've had and in the sensations you've been able to enjoy. Some feel so recent. Some distant. And they are so varied. How many times have you come calling? How many began just like this, with a decision you didn't make that nevertheless sent you out your door?

And just like that, you find yourself on the threshold. The door opens for you, though you don't remember knocking. Everything about this place is familiar. The sights, the smells. The feel of it. Everything around you tells you that this is right. That you are home.

The door closes behind you.

You drop to your knees.

You are where you are supposed to be. You know now why you came back.

You were called.

A voice deep inside you whispering for you to return. To be back where you belong. And you are powerless to resist it.

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A bit overwhelming.

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In his presence, her resistance, began to fade.

She knew the ability to resist was there. She knew she loved it when her mind let go. He knew it also. He seemed to have a way to slip past and touch that part that desired to go under.

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The calm embraced her. Her thoughts, well some thoughts, drifted more and more to her consciousness. She knew she had let go again. The words knew what to do. She knew what she must do. Now as she came back to herself, she wondered what the had the words done?

How far along the journey had she gone? Even as she wondered the warmth of the drop remained as a reminder.

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Winona Ryder and Gary Oldman

Bram Stoker's Dracula, 1992

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Her Mistress knew how much she liked to follow her words to this deep calm. It was how they started and how they would strengthen their bound. Her acceptance became stronger with each session.

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Following the words that whispered within. Aware but in some way dazed. Her body moved her. She was on a path. Something inside tried to resist. To wake her from what must be a daydream. But she moved forward. She felt a pleasure with every step. Is that what pulled her forward? Was something else at work within her? Or was it someone else? Her mind felt lost but her body seemed to know what was needed.