"Relax. Breathe in, slow and steady. Feel the freshness of the air fill your lungs, flow through your bloodstream and disperse all across your body. Hold it inside yourself - one... two... three... and let it out - one... two three... Feel all your cares and concerns exhale from your body, leaving you empty and content..."

Binaural beats hummed pleasantly though my mind from the big headphones that surrounded my ears completely. Blindfolded and laying back, the sounds made me feel nicely swimmy, like I was floating in the middle of a warm lake looking up into a deep night sky. The rhythm of the beats and Malcolm's calm, steady voice drifted between my ears without any of the words really sticking. They just kind of glided through me, like the ending credits of a movie drifting down across the screen. The general tone seemed to absorb into my understanding, but for the life of me, I could never remember any of his words afterwards.

"... Keep breathing, slow and steady.

"In - one... two... three...

"Hold it...

"And out - one... two... three...

"It's so relaxing to just lay back and breathe. It feels so warm and comfortable and safe..."

Falling into trance is different than falling into subspace, even if they might sound like similar destinations. Falling into trance is almost like putting part of yourself to sleep. It's like, while reading a book, you start out seeing letters and words on a page. Then you sink into the experience, and that part of your mind goes into autopilot. You stop really seeing the page in front of your eyes and instead are filled with images from the story.

"... Focus on your body and how it feels. Right now, it's calm and relaxed, but awake. It would feel even more relaxing to put it to sleep for a little bit.

"Feel my hands glide across your body. Everywhere I touch becomes warm and heavy. So heavy, it would take so much effort to move. It feels wonderful to let go..."

In the real world, Malcolm massaged my right foot, hands slick with the warm oils he used to make me feel spectacular. He was listening to his hypnotic recording in synch with me so he could provide these effects. It helped me drop, but once I was down in trance, he would stop and let his voice do the work. Strong and firm yet at the same time gentle and smooth, his hands on my body matched his voice in my head perfectly, making me shiver with pleasure and contentment. He moved up my legs slowly, spreading oil and warm relaxation wherever he went. My calves, around my knees and slowly up my thighs.

My legs felt like lead. Totally impossible to move, and even if I could, I had no desire to. They were so pleasantly calm now, why do anything? As I floated on my lake lazily looking up into infinity, I imagined them slipping beneath the surface, bathing in the warm water. My arms slowly followed, then my core, chest and shoulders, slipping under the surface into uncaring relaxed pleasure.

Then the experience shifted. His voice seemed to come from all around me at once, feeling more firm and authoritative.

"... Now, Drop.

"Your mind follows your body, Dropping down into stillness and calm.

"It feels so good to Drop, to slowly fall down and down, spiraling slowly away from everything, following the sound of my voice and giving up everything else..."

The word 'Drop' had a triggering effect trained into me from weeks of these sessions. Every time Malcolm's voice put it into my mind, I felt myself take a mental step downwards, following my body deep underwater, all my own thoughts quieting to nothing and replaced by Malcolm's voice.

There's no real threshold into trance. Because of its nature, I've never really realized when I'm arriving there. My mind wanders away from myself to be picked up by Malcolm, and eventually it dawns on me that I've been in trance for a while.

That's where the fun happens. The last whispers of my own thoughts faded completely, and I drifted in the current of his voice, totally under its control, feeling safe and supported by it. I'm not sure how long we floated together like that, dancing as hypnotic puppet master and happily strung up marionet. Maybe minutes? Hours? It didn't occur to me to wonder until afterwards.

Eventually, faint giggles tickled at the corners of my awareness, softly enough to maybe be imaginary. They wove into the rhythm of Malcolm's voice, seeming to come from different directions, confusing my already very muddled sense of space.

"... Realize that we're not alone. I've brought two of my friends to play with you today..."

They were real! Two beautiful, ruggedly toned, mischievously smiling women cuddled into me. One of the dangers of having a Dom who's been my best friend and confidant since high school is that he knows exactly how to push my buttons. I took them in and felt myself respond, little embers of light awakening deep within me.

"... Makes you Smolder, knowing that they're here at my command, imagining what I'll make them do to you..." Malcolm's voice all around me.

"I think she likes you," whispering one ear.

"I like her too. It's a shame we have to share her," whispering in the other.

"... Tracing their fingers over your skin, along your collar and neck, nibbling your ears, making you Tingle and Smolder..."

The embers of desire grew inside me as Malcolm's trigger laced voice and my two new lovers surrounded me. Tingle made me feel little teasing ripples of pleasure and anything to do with heat or light raised my arousal. I squirmed, quivering as they sent tantalizing pleasure through my core, tracing my abs, dancing across my thighs, kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobes.

"She liked that!"

"Do it again, her whimpers are so cute."

They dragged it out for what felt like hours, feeding fuel to my lust's flames. Once started, then never let up.

"... Wrapping you up in the heat of their bodies, legs entwined with yours, soft breasts and hard nipples pressing into you.

"Their fingers softly circling your breasts, making your chest Tingle and your nipples Flame..."

My body responded, feeling their ghostly teasing, straining to raise my impossibly heavy body up meet them. The teasing was driving me crazy! More! I needed more stimulation, needed to feel them fully. The tingles and caresses were all over my body, surrounding me, hitting me again and again but never giving me what I craved.

"Mmm she looks like she's ready to burst."

"Yeah, her moans are so adorable."

"I could just eat her up!"

"Aww, but I wanted to eat her!"

"You can have her mouth, her pussy is all mine."

"... She splits your lips open with her tongue, forcefully kissing you, making you absolutely Melt..."

All the fire or heat related words had an arousing effect on me, but 'Melt' was the big trigger. It sent my arousal level skyrocketing. My mouth opened and I moaned into the kiss, feeling my insides rage and my pussy throb with need.

"... While Ally does the same thing between your thighs, kissing and licking you up one thigh and down the other, making your skin Tingle and your pussy Melt in anticipation..."

I distinctly felt drips of wetness trickle freely from my cunt down my ass. That's what 'Melt' did to me! My blood boiled and seared through my veins, turning my insides to hot goo and pushing me to new heights of lustful desire.

"... Closer and closer, licking higher and higher, she knows exactly what you want, what your quivering hips and flushed engorged pussy are begging for..."

"Mmm," the feminine voice apparently named Ally purred from below me. "Are you ready, baby?"

"... She licks deep and hard up between your lips, splitting you apart and flicking right up over your *Snap* clit..." Malcolm snapped his fingers on the last word, triggering a burst of pure, blissful pleasure to rip through me! I yelped - my hips thrust so hard I swear my ass was airborne for a second.

Moaning filled my ears from my two lovers as they continued having their way with me. The rhythm of Malcolm's voice and the *Snap*s got steadily faster and more insistent, my clit throbbing harder and more urgently every time. The sexual pressure blazing inside me grew and grew, threatening to boil over and make me explode. My orgasm grew inside of me, pushing wetness from pussy into Ally's sucking lips, begging for permission to be unleashed.

"... Again *Snap* and again *Snap*

"Sucking your hard into her *Snap* mouth

"Taking you deep and *Snap* licking..."

"Mmm you taste fantastic," Ally moaned.

"... The more she *Snap* eats you, the more you Melt into her *Snap* mouth. The more you Melt, the more you feel it *Snap* building up inside you. The want *Snap*, the urge *Snap*, the need to cum *Snap*.

"But you know you're not allowed to. Your sexuality is mine *Snap*, your orgasms are mine *Snap*, and I want to keep this one for myself..."

It's completely unfair what that does to me. How being told that I'm not allowed to cum turns me on so much and makes the urge to cum SO MUCH harder to resist.

"...and I think this orgasm is just about ripe for the plucking now."

The *Snap*s stopped and Ally's voice said from between my legs, "aww but Sir, I wanted to taste her cum!"

"Maybe next time," Malcolm chuckled. "But thank you for warming her up for me. Devyn, why don't you thank your friends?" Maybe I murmured something. I don't know, I was a mindless horny mess of frustrated girl.

It stayed with me as Malcolm guided me back up out of trance. My whole body felt tingly, as if it were electrically charged and I would get one hell of a shock if I touched a doorknob. Sex pulsed through me with every heartbeat, searching for an outlet, demanding release!

Malcolm's naked body straddling over me as he removed my blindfold was probably the single sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. Maybe it was his immaculate lips and what voice had just done to me, maybe it was his hypnotic puppet master dominant look, or maybe it was how his cock was hard and pointed right up at my pussy. Dealer's choice.

"Fuuuuck, that was intense," I groaned.

"Yeah? Well, it's about to get even more intense."

I had less than a second to realize what that hungry tone meant before I was completely filled with his cock. I was so drenched he absolutely flew balls deep inside me, ramming himself onto my clit, sending my still trance-groggy mind reeling and my urge to cum through the fucking roof. Incoherent curses and babbling flew from me and I clung to him desperately, my muscles tense and straining to hold myself back from the edge.

I knew without words not to ask for permission to cum. This orgasm was for Sir, built up inside me so that I could deliver its pleasure into him. I wanted to sacrifice it for him more than anything else in the whole world.

My body, however, was not on the same page. Malcolm thrust hard into me and my pussy wept juices of joy to greet him. No matter how hot the fire in my cunt burns, Malcolm's cock always sears me with its heat. No matter how hard my clit throbs, it never threatens to burst the way it does when Malcolm's weight smashes into it. No matter how horny I am, having the love of my life inside of me sends me into a frenzy.

I wanted to be a good, obedient, selfless submissive for him, but is was so hard!

Above me, Malcolm's eyes blazed, never leaving mine for a second. He knew exactly what he did to me and he wanted to witness every second of it. He knew exactly how much he turned me on, and he loved being able to play me like a musical instrument. He knew just how badly I wanted to submit to him, obey him, give up my orgasm for him, and he loved seeing that devotion in me. He understood my struggle, understood just how hard it was for me, and he loved me for being strong for him.

That's the love I saw staring back at me, spiked through with the whole mess of other emotions written in his features. Pride and satisfaction, confidence and strength - the Dom in him loved having his way with me and knowing how good at it he was. There was the sadistic thrill he got torturing me like this, and the caring for me that made me want to suffer it for him.

All that was secondary, though, to the passionate lust radiating from him as he fucked me.

I hugged him tighter into me, which backfired as my breasts crushed into his chest and my nipples sang pleasure in my head. My legs wrapped around him, knowing that feeling him deeper inside me would make it even harder, but not caring in the slightest. I wanted him - all of him - cost be damned!

The closer I got to the edge of cumming, the more my pussy clenched around him, squeezing him, making me feel every vein and throb as if it were my own cock. He was close too, I could feel it. His breathing was ragged, his thrusts fast and urgent, his pleasure escaping in groans and small moans that were music to my ears. I clung on for dear life, nearly overwhelmed by the pleasure. His cock swelled even more in my cunt, throbbing its pleasure through me, torturing me with my inability to give in to it. Still, I wanted all of him, and there was one piece missing.

"Please, Sir. I want it. I want you to cum. I want you to cum inside of me. I want your cum deep in my pussy. Please, cum inside me, Sir. Please." I babbled between moans.

His eyes got wider, his pupils dilated, and he buried himself to the hilt and held there. His huge throbbing pressed me so much fuller, filling me up with cock just as I felt him streaming his cum all over my deepest pussy. I hadn't thought this far ahead. How the hell was I meant to hold back from this!?! It felt soooo good. Every pump of cum into me was like an injection of raw sexual pleasure, rocking my world with its intensity. My eyes rolled back in my head I lost control of everything else as I tried desperately to stop my body from crashing into a colossal orgasm. My nails raked his back, my legs locked around him and I screamed myself hoarse.

Still he came into me, impossibly long and hard, feeding off of me. He felt all the pleasure that I was denied. He experienced the orgasm I sacrificed for him. It was like he had two orgasms joined together and he came fully for both of us. It was beautiful. The way he looked down from above me was so beautiful, it pierced through my desperation and somehow made it easier to calm down. I latched onto that as my rock in the storm, neve wanting it to end. I took in as much of his beautiful pleasure as I could, wanting to memorize everything about it forever.

Finally, it was over. With a final surge and a little whimper, all strength left Malcolm's body and he collapsed on top of me. Giddy with relief, I barely even noticed that he was crushing me. I did it! I hadn't cum! I'd given it to him, and oh my god, it was so worth it for what it had done to him.

My body still wasn't getting the memo. It screamed in frustration, raging at me to rub my clit just once and have the world's biggest orgasm. Fuck my body. I wanted Malcolm to have it more than I wanted it myself. If all my body ever did for me until I died was let me experience Malcolm like I just had, I'd go to my grave smiling.

We cuddled together, whispering sweet nothings. I tried to describe those last perfect seconds as he finished, and Malcolm made quiver in pride with his praise. It really had a euphoric effect on me. Like, I was already proud of myself and I knew I'd done a good job without being told. But still, hearing him say those words made me giddy with happiness.

I wanted this to go on forever. Yeah, I know I just said that about the sex. I wanted both to go on forever and I didn't care if it was a contradiction. Cuddled up together, gazing into each other, lazily sharing our experience. Malcolm's elegant way with words let me almost see it again through his eyes. He showed me about how he'd planned out the script and how it felt for him to see my body respond just the way he wanted it to. I tried to share what it felt like in trance and the agony of holding back the urge to cum for him. I hoped I made enough sense to show him how amazing it felt.

"We should shower off before we fall asleep," Malcolm yawned. He made to get up, but I pulled him hard back into bed.

"No! You're staying right here with me, Sir."

"But I'm getting sweat all over your bed!"

"Yeah?" I stubbornly pulled him close, "And I've got a cunt full of your cum. What's your point?"

"I suppose you were going to have to wash your sheets anyway," he laughed. He let himself be wrestled down under the covers, then got revenge by tickling me. I'm so ticklish it's terrible! We battled for position, Malcolm changing his tickle targets too fast for me to defend, making me gasp for breath between laughs. We finally settled as a complete mess of limbs and sheets all tangled together.

"Malcolm?"

"Yeah?"

"Who's voices where those at the end there?"

"Some old friends of mine from the GoneWildAudio subreddit. I'll have to pay them back by contributing to some projects of theirs sometime." He paused, looking thoughtful, and I kind of got lost gazing at him while he contemplated the ceiling. "It's really nice to get back into this," he eventually said. "This used to be my thing with Chloe, and after we broke up, it felt kind of tainted. Doing it with you these past months has been like reclaiming a part of myself."

Have I mentioned how his ability to turn my heart to mush with just a few words is completely unfair? Well, it is. 'I'm really helping him heal!' Eventually, he fell asleep in my arms, leaving me to my favorite activity - struggling to stay awake so I can watch his peaceful sleeping face.

When we first started dating, our relationship had changed and I'd wondered what he was to me. I still wasn't any closer. My boyfriend? My sexual partner? My best friend? My dominant? The guy I was in love with?

'Was it really just yesterday we said I Love You? We really waisted a lot of time on that.'

He was all of those things rolled into one, but I didn't have a word for it. Laying there that night, feeling him wrapped around me, breathing in his scent, the marks from his ropes still faint on my skin from yesterday and the feeling his semen within me, I was content to think of him as simply 'Mine.'

Mine, and I would never let him go.

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Vivian woke up Sunday morning feeling light and unburdened from the talk with Devyn. Emotionally, at least. She was sore and achy all over from Master Paul's belt and her butt felt... well, like it had just been fucked the night before. Still, that was nothing a lazy day on the couch wouldn't fix. There was something she had been saving for just such a lazy Sunday: planning her first serious fetish outfit for the party on Friday.

Neither Master Paul nor Michael before him had ever seemed too interested in dressing her up in leather, lace nor rubber, but Vivian loved the look of those outfits. They seemed paradoxical in a way that appealed to her. Somebody could be dressed head to toe in leather - thigh high boots, a corset, long gloves - no skin showing at all, but still look undeniably sexual and gorgeous. It was a sort of deceptive modesty, one that she hoped would let