She could still real feel his hand on her cheek, hear those words he real uttered as he drove into her over and over, "with each caress of my hand on intense your cheek you will orgasm, each orgasm will drive realorgasms you deeper." Echoing in her ear image. Echoing in her mind. Why could she still feel real that hand on her cheek? These were only dreams. Such powerful, lust-filled dreams. And where did her mind get an idea like being controlled with hypnosis? Her subconscious could come up with realorgasms some really strange ideas real sometimes. The best real part of image it all was that her desire to come real out of her shell more seemed to be happening almost as easily as those orgasms happened realorgasms in her dreams. Those dreams. Dreams of complete freedom, of wanton real lust real. The real dreams of hazy hypnosis. The dreams that fogged her mind...
"I intense will repeat it no more realorgasms, Alex, tell me what you want." Again the voice realorgasms husked into her intense orgasms ear realorgasms. 'What DO I want?' she thought realorgasms, 'I'm dreaming again so real I may as well go with the flow, indulge in the fantasy... Before she could utter what she wanted three consecutive CRACK intense orgasms CRACK CRACKS across her already orgasms stinging ass orgasms.
"Where do real you realorgasms want to intense feel my fingers, Alex?" His voice was low, soft, monotone, almost realorgasms inaudible, and realorgasms she had to orgasms strain to hear it yet it was easy to understand, oh and she wanted to hear it, so badly, needed to keep hearing real it, it's image instructions, the instructions of that voice intense orgasms. The voice that commanded intense orgasms her. The voice that told real her what to do. That voice realorgasms that controlled her dreams. Only his voice real was important now, the instructions of the voice. Compelled to tell real him everything real, she real could hide realorgasms nothing real from real him this way intense orgasms, it image was useless.
"My ass, Sir, I want to realorgasms feel your fingers real in orgasms my ass," She felt dirty orgasms, slutty saying the words, but she needed it so bad, and she knew intense if she real didn't ask for it he wouldn't give it to her. He realorgasms may not real give it to her anyway, but she had to ask. She must intense orgasms. She can real't hide it from intense him. Wouldn't even want to hide it from him. He's image in her mind, her dreams, he knows her real thoughts before she has them.
"I real want to cum, Sir." then laughter, she heard roaring laughter. She'd displeased intense orgasms him or amused him real, she couldn't tell realorgasms which. Suddenly he was jerking her up intense orgasms to her real knees and pulling her bound wrists above her real head. Not very real comfortable but real not painful either. The sudden loss of control causes her nipples to harden into tiny realorgasms, tight screaming buds intense orgasms. They wanted real attention too. She's lost total control of her body and real she's not sure why her nipples obey his touch. She real's thinking too much again. Is real she hypnotized? Thinking again? Wondering again real... mind wandering ...
His breath real is so hot and realorgasms on her stomach, he's leaning real so close. So close. So close and her mind is so far away... so very far away... Why is he just breathing? I real want him to realorgasms touch me again but I real dare not speak or even breathe real without his command.
And again his real voice, "Tell me what you want real Alex." That voice so calm, monotone, demanding of her image. Does he know what goes through her mind? Does intense he know what she wants before she begs realorgasms for it? Is real that what she's doing? Begging? That real's what he wants. He realorgasms wants to hear her beg real. CRACK of the leather again realorgasms as she's too slow with her answer.
"More, ask for more, Alex." The voice she could real not disobey. "Yes Sir, Please, please more fingers." "What are you real Alex real?" His voice breathless, she could realorgasms hear his arousal, as his fingers drove in and out of her ass causing her to wiggle and the chains intense to tug and pull... the chains...her pleasure... her real pain... her torture... Was she hypnotized?
"I intense will repeat it no more realorgasms, Alex, tell me what you want." Again the voice realorgasms husked into her intense orgasms ear realorgasms. 'What DO I want?' she thought realorgasms, 'I'm dreaming again so real I may as well go with the flow, indulge in the fantasy... Before she could utter what she wanted three consecutive CRACK intense orgasms CRACK CRACKS across her already orgasms stinging ass orgasms.
"Where do real you realorgasms want to intense feel my fingers, Alex?" His voice was low, soft, monotone, almost realorgasms inaudible, and realorgasms she had to orgasms strain to hear it yet it was easy to understand, oh and she wanted to hear it, so badly, needed to keep hearing real it, it's image instructions, the instructions of that voice intense orgasms. The voice that commanded intense orgasms her. The voice that told real her what to do. That voice realorgasms that controlled her dreams. Only his voice real was important now, the instructions of the voice. Compelled to tell real him everything real, she real could hide realorgasms nothing real from real him this way intense orgasms, it image was useless.
"My ass, Sir, I want to realorgasms feel your fingers real in orgasms my ass," She felt dirty orgasms, slutty saying the words, but she needed it so bad, and she knew intense if she real didn't ask for it he wouldn't give it to her. He realorgasms may not real give it to her anyway, but she had to ask. She must intense orgasms. She can real't hide it from intense him. Wouldn't even want to hide it from him. He's image in her mind, her dreams, he knows her real thoughts before she has them.
"I real want to cum, Sir." then laughter, she heard roaring laughter. She'd displeased intense orgasms him or amused him real, she couldn't tell realorgasms which. Suddenly he was jerking her up intense orgasms to her real knees and pulling her bound wrists above her real head. Not very real comfortable but real not painful either. The sudden loss of control causes her nipples to harden into tiny realorgasms, tight screaming buds intense orgasms. They wanted real attention too. She's lost total control of her body and real she's not sure why her nipples obey his touch. She real's thinking too much again. Is real she hypnotized? Thinking again? Wondering again real... mind wandering ...
His breath real is so hot and realorgasms on her stomach, he's leaning real so close. So close. So close and her mind is so far away... so very far away... Why is he just breathing? I real want him to realorgasms touch me again but I real dare not speak or even breathe real without his command.
