Resistance is Obedience
by Dominicasdevotedfollower
He felt the tug of the leash on his collar and immediately assumed the position of attention as he had been so well trained. On his knees, eyes straight ahead, back straight, hands together as if performing a prayer only fingertips touching. Performing the exercise, touching one set of fingers and then the next. Index, middle, ring, pinky, and then back again. Up and then down, fingers touching in perfect rhythm over and over again. Each touch, each repetition sent him deeper down the one-way channel. It was his gravity, the law of nature, the law of his mind, one can only sink deeper. The harder he tried to keep his fingers from touching, the more perfectly they snapped together. Exposed resistance is more easily washed away, resistance is obedience.
She circled her captive, extending a bright red fingernail and stoking from his chin up to his cheek, admiring her work. He felt safe in this place, performing the exercise. It was the only way out, yet there was only further in, the paradox brought his mind comfort and deeper indoctrination. The little twinkles of light in his mind had been subdued and now only sparkled when she spoke.
“What is your name?”
The sound of her voice spun like silk on his body, endorphins pumped, nostrils flared, a conditioned sexual response. The words flowed in a around brain cells, attaching themselves to memory receptors and tucked away as were all the words she spoke. The answer too, tucked away in the same place. Of course the answer was nothingness, blank, empty. To provide any other answer would require thought. And in this state of conditioning, thought was impossible. A void his weakened mind was completely incapable of filling. It was exactly the answer she was looking for. This one’s mind and body had been conquered and now lived a life of sublime servitude. Content and fulfilled in his new life’s purpose, serving his Mistress.
“Are you ready for milking?”
For this question, there was an answer, for this question required no thought. Another in a line of conditioned responses, the answer to this question always the same. A single phase promptly emitted from his lips.
“ONE”
The question and the responding answer were also a stimulus. His cock even in its relaxed state had been cultivated to twice its former size, before she took him. In its erect condition, as it was now throbbing, was huge, strapped into the mechanical apparatus. She flipped a switch and the device came to life. Pulsating with strokes up and down his shaft, the cap on the hood of his member beginning to suck.
“Cum now!”
His body begins to tremble at the command, his balls swelling and contracting feeding his shaft. Convulsing in a constant stream of orgasm, his cum sucked down the tube connected to the end of the device. Flowing into a reservoir, the level slowly rising. He was out of the training trance now, here he felt everything. Every muscle in his body shook, felt every nuance of pleasure. Dominica was pleased.
“Very good, you may stop when you think you have had enough.”
That instruction was more that he was able to conceive, choosing on his own to end a task she had given him was more than his brainwashed mind could bear. Overwhelmed, his eyes rolled back in their sockets. He would not stop, not until his body gave up in complete exhaustion.
Sam looked over the faces in the crowded bar. He wasn’t quite sure who he was looking for, but he had an instinct about him that helped in situations like this. Sam He was the kind of guy who was called upon to find people, when the police refused to get involved. Sam was only twenty-six years old, but his intelligence and keen investigative skills made him highly successful at his craft.
Sam had been hired to find a young college student named Craig by Craig’s roommate. The roommate had gone to the police when he turned up missing for a couple of days, but the police just took the report and told him they would let him know. Truthfully they were just going through the motions. Their limited resources preventing them from spending any more than a token amount of time searching for missing adult. Particularly in this case where there did not seem to be any evidence of foul play. In fact there was very little evidence at all. The only clue the roommate had been able to provide was a notepad left by Craig’s computer.
On the notepad, in Craig’s handwriting were the words Mz Dominica at the top. Underneath written over and over the word Dominica. Initially Sam was confused as to what it meant. After a bit of detective work, he learned that Mz Dominica was actually the name of a woman. That and the fact that she could sometimes be found at this particular bar were all that he had to go on. He was beginning to think that maybe his information was flawed. The bartender claimed to have never heard of a Mz Dominica, but something in his instincts told him there was a possibility the bartender was not as truthful as she could be.
So Sam just decided to find himself a table and scope out the place for a while. It had been a couple of hours and it was starting to get late. He just about to give up for the evening when something caught his eye. A woman sitting along at the bar, “wow was she a fox!” Blonde silky hair, wearing a red satin mini dress, smoke curled up towards the ceiling from the long slim cigarette in her fingers. Sam found himself staring, for a moment forgetting about the assignment he was one. He saw her start to glance his way, and he quickly tried to turn his eyes away, in order to not reveal himself. After a few seconds he tried to sneak a peek back at her. He watched as she took a long drag from her cigarette and tilted her head up and exhaled a long stream of smoke. Her eyes moved to catch Sam’s spellbound for a moment, then glanced back and smiled coyly. Sam knew he had been had and felt that warm release in his cheeks.
He watched intently now, as she got up from the bar stool and started walking directly toward him. Her black high-rise stiletto heels accent uated her long legs. Her hips rocked sultry as she moved in his direct ion, smiling all the way. When she reached his table she placed her hands on her hips, thrusting out her round firm breasts. Sam’s must have just about hit the table when she asked, “Do you like?”
“Um er, very nice”, he stuttered.
“Yummy,” she said, “my name is Satina, it will be $200 payable in advance.”
Her eyes, those were the clinchers. The hunger in her eyes caused all rational thought to evaporate from Sam’s brain. Without releasing his gaze he reached into his pocket and pulled out two one hundred dollar bills. She took the money, folded it in half and tucked it safely away next to her left breast. Then she grabbed Sam’s hand and said “Come on, I’ll drive.”
It was all becoming a blur now. Sam found himself in the sports car flying down the highway, his knuckles white from gripping the seat as Satina zipped around the curves. Still he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. The way she fondled the gearshift pumped his endorphins into over drive. Finally she broke the silence, “Can you get that little package up there behind the visor?”
Sam reached up and pulled down the visor above his head. He hardly had a chance to see the canister as it released its spray directly into his face. “Its never a good idea to play when I’m supposed to be working,” was that last thought in his mind before he passed out and slumped over in the seat. Satina just giggled and she slammed it into fifth and sped off down the road.
Sam began to stir, he immediately felt the restraints on his immobilized wrists and ankles and a slight cool chill over his naked body. His mind began to quickly clear. Whatever it was that had knocked him out didn’t leave him with a hangover. His eyes quickly focused as he glanced around the white room and then his eyes locked upon hers.
If Satina was hot, this woman was absolutely gorgeous. He instantly found himself swimming in her deep green eyes. “Hello Sam I’m Dominica, I understand you’ve be interested in meeting me and now you have”, she smiled.
“What? How did you know my name?”
“It’s right here on your drivers license,” she smirked.
“Oh yeah, um,” Sam was not having his best day. “What are you planning to do with me?”
“Actually anything that I want!” Dominica laughed
With that she reached down and began stroking the back of her long red fingernail over Sam’s limp cock. She was pleased when she saw the little twitch knowing it was coming to life. She began stroking her nail up and down as his member began to swell and stand at attention. Sam moaned as his as his cock throbbed hard and stiff. He was a complete goner when she circled her nail around the hood of his swollen penis.
“Exactly the way I want you, just like an animal in heat.”
Sam ached for release, but he wasn’t getting any, she just kept stroking, deepening his craving to cum. She continued the delicate torture until he reached the heightened state of arousal she was looking for then she stopped. Sam was almost in tears as he begged her for release.
“No not yet, soon you’ll learn to accept the fact that I make all the decision, its all for my pleasure.”
Dominica then picked up a small vial and unscrewed the eyedropper cap. “Don’t worry, this part won’t hurt.” She squeezed and released the rubber plunger and drew a green fluid into the dropper. “That should be just about the right amount, hold still.”
Sam’s mind zoomed, what could she possibly have planned for him? She placed the tip of the dropper directly over the top of his cum hole and release two perfect drops. The fluid immediately drained in the opening at the tip of his swollen cock. He felt a cool sensation as the liquid seeped down the canal of his dick.
“This is a dilating solution, it will make the next step a little less painful. Yes I’m afraid this part is going to hurt a little bit.”
It was working the hole at the tip of his cock had opened slightly. Allowing the fluid to work its magic, Dominica waiting a few minutes. She then picked up a long rigid plastic tube. The pathway in Sam’s cock had dilated enough so that the slender tub would slip inside, but just barely. Sam was white with fear of the pain he would soon experience.
“Oh I’m sorry baby, but this next step can be very painful, but it’s necessary. Of course, I could hypnotize you first to help dull the pain. Would you like that?”
“No! Please! Can you just stop now?” Sam pleaded.
“I’m sorry it’s too late to go back now. It became too late as soon as I administered the drug. Unless of course you want to go around wearing a diaper the rest of your life.,” she laughed. “At this stage the drug dripping down the center of your cock renders you unable to hold it. And you don‘t want me to leave you like this, now do you?”
“No, please please don’t hurt me.” The situation was becoming overwhelming for Sam.
“Just relax,” again she stroked her nails up and down his swollen shaft. “Now that feels good doesn’t it?
He moaned, it felt so good, the drug had already begun to make his cock much more sensitive.
“So would you like for me to hypnotize you for this next step?”
“Yes,” he said barely mouthing the word, so overcome with the sensations flowing through his body.
“What was that? Did you say yes?” She knew what he meant, but she always enjoyed making the beg at least a little bit.
“Yes, yes please hypnotize me, I don’t want it to hurt please.”
“Very well then.” It was exactly the response she was looking for. She had him in the perfect state of mind. There would be a few struggles ahead and that always made the hunt just that much more enjoyable, but once she was in his mind, she would always be there permanently.
Dominica moved the pedestal next to the table into his view. On top sat a clear crystal ball. She touched a switch and the ball immediately came to life. Tiny sparkles of colored lights, flickering on and off in different patterns.
“There now, just watch the pretty lights, pulsing on and off, changing patterns, pulsing in perfect rhythm with the beat of your heart. My slaves tell me how much they enjoy watching my lights. They seem to produce a very comfortable relaxing feeling. Almost mesmerizing, don’t you think so.”
Sam simply nodded his head in agreement. The lights seemed to be pulling him in, consuming his world. Something magical about them, the way they flashed, the way they changed colors. He was spellbound.
“You feel so good now don’t you Sam, it feels so good to look at Dominica’s lights. Feels good to slip into trance for me, so easy, so simply, just watch and gaze. Already you are beginning to crave this feeling, that’s right, nice deep comfortable trance for me. Listening to my words, my words protect you and make you feel so good. You are doing so well, I am going to count to three and when I reach the number three, you are going to find yourself deeply hypnotized. Deeply hypnotized and enraptured in my words. One... Two... and Three... deeply hypnotized. Now I want you to keep watching the pretty lights and as you do, you feel your body becoming numb. Filling with anesthetic that’s right, body becoming so numb, can’t feel anything, can’t move, just watch the pretty lights and completely numb.”
He was responding very well to the trance. Oblivious to everything but her words and her lights. As Sam continued to fall deeper she prepared for the next phase. The drug kept his cock rock hard and would continue to do so for the next few hours. It was important that he remain immobilized for this delicate procedure. She placed a tripod over his pelvis in the center was a ring, a clamp actually. Adjusting it into position, then she tightened the clamp around his hard cock. Sam didn’t even flinch, his body was numb in deep trance.
Next she picked up the narrow plastic tube and gauged a rough length. Placing the tip into his dilated cum hole, she slowly threaded it down deep inside. When she was confident the tube was down all the way to the bottom of the inside of his cock, she took a pair of scissors and snipped off the excess so that it was flush with his skin. Next she picked up a small metal-sleeved grommet. Carefully she began inserting the sleeve portion into his hole and over the top of the plastic tube. The fit was tight, necessary so it wouldn’t fall off. She had to apply pressure as she twisted the grommet down into place. Had Sam not agreed to be hypnotized, this would have been the most painful part, and undoubtedly would have passed out from the pain. But that rarely happened, they almost always begged for the trance first.
“Perfect, everything in place. Wide Awake.” With that she snapped her fingers and flipped off the lights. Sam snapped out of his trance. He could feel the weight of the tube in his penis, the feeling of being violated in a way that he could never imagine. He simply laid there stunned.
“Now that wasn’t too bad was it? Since you have been such a good boy, I have a little treat for you.” It was actually just the next step, but one that was extremely pleasurable for the victim. Dominica produced a long thin wire; the other end was connection to some sort of electrical appliance with several knobs and switches. With the tube in place, this time it was not difficult at all to thread the wire down the pathway through his cock. The wire slid in easily yet was wide enough that it fit snugly against the walls of the tube. Actually the tube itself was not really plastic, rather another material that could conduct electricity.
With the wire in place, Dominica adjusted a few dials and then flipped on the switch. Sam’s body jolted from the first wave. Not from pain, but from the surge of extreme pleasure. His cock was being stroked from the inside out. The vibrations massaging and stimulating up and down his shaft. He began to feel the sensations of cumming. Little bursts and short release over and over again. The machine kept working for several more minutes, Sam screamed in pleasure with each surge. Slowly the metal wire started to work its way out, being thrust out by the building pressure beneath. Suddenly the wire popped all the way out and cum began dripping from his cock. In a steady flow it kept dripping. Dominica started timing the flow, the best ones could go on for two minutes or more. Finally the cum drizzled to a stop. She looked at her timer.
“Hmm not bad, three minutes, thirty-four seconds, this one is going to work out just fine.” She smiled, she was very pleased. “Grab a man by his cock and his mind will follow.” she laughed. There was just one more step to go and this phase would be complete. This step could be performed with another gadget, but she preferred a different approach.
“Satina!” she called out.
Instantly the door to the room opened and in walked the sexy blonde hooker. “Yes Mistress, I am at your beckon call.”
“That’s my Good girl. Satina mount”
With that Satina slid onto the table and straddled Sam. This would be a ittle reward for Satina for having captured this new recruit. She swallowed his hard erect member deep inside her hungry pussy. Satina liked it rough, just like her Mistress had trained her. She dug her nails into his flesh and violently bobbed her body up and down, sliding her wet pussy over his shaft. Thrusting forward and back ensuring her swollen clitty got the attention she needed. She arched her back and gasped for breath as she came. Never stopping it only made her want to go faster and faster. Her face absolutely glowed.
Dominica allowed her to cum several more times, and then gave the command, “Stop cumming!”
Satina instantly obeyed and stifled her motions. “Time to get pregnant, Satina” Again she responded to her trigger. She squeezed down tightly on his still rock hard cock. Shifting her body slightly until the device inserted deep inside her pussy was directly aligned with the grommet in Sam’s dick, and heard it snap into place. Then she began squeezing and contracting the muscles. Squeezing them and pumping the drug down inside of him. Once she had injected the sufficient dose, she relaxed and moved up slightly and the connect popped free. Looking into Sam’s glazed eyes she asked, “Do you like?”
“Good girl Satina, does my horny little slut like to fuck for her Mistress?”
“mmmm yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, I craved to be fucked and have my hole filled all the time.”
“Yes baby girl I know you do, but we need to let him rest awhile and give the drug time to take full effect. There will be time for play later.” Dominica laughed.
She raised the cigarette to her mouth and tightened her poutty lips around the filtered end. The smoke tasted slightly minty in her mouth. Mistress told her that was the taste of the brainwashing ingredient. She loved being brainwashed constantly by Mistress, it always made her feel a little light headed. She blew the smoke out over his now relaxed cock and giggled as she watched it twitch. Sam was still blacked out, but phase one had left his cock so sensitive that even the slightest breath of air generated arousal.
The door to the white room opened and Dominica walked in. “Satina! what cha doing girl? Are you teasing him? You naughty slut.”
Satina snapped to attend to her Mistress. “Yes Mistress, I am at Your beckon call.”
“Who owns you bitch?”
“You do Mistress, You own me.” That question and the answer were always the same. It made her feel good to hear the question and to give the reply. It made her feel safe and protected , and gave her life such importance. In Satina’s mind was a truth almost as old as life itself. Like the fact that we breath air. Dominica had trained her to be dominant to others, especially men as they are the weaker gender, yet Satina was submissive to Dominica and served her well.
“Playtime is over for now, we have work to do. I want you to shave him nice and clean. Do you understand? You must obey.” Dominica handed her a bottle of lotion and a razor.
“I must obey Dominica.” she mindlessly replied, yet the command released a trigger which was beyond her will to ignore. “mmmm this is the same lotion I use to shave my pussy, yummy!”
Satina poured a generous portion of the lotion into her hand, then began spreading over the hair surrounding Sam’s cock and balls. Once she had a nice thick coating she began stroking the hair away with the razor, just like she had done to her own pussy so many times before. Soon Sam would be trained to do this himself, but for the first time Dominica always had one of her sluts do it to ensure it was done right. Once most of the hair had been removed, Satina walked over to the sink an ran a wash cloth in very warm water. Once the washcloth was nice and wet she went back to Sam and started wiping up all the excess lotion. The lotion also had a gentle depilatory effect and easily dissolved all the stray hair in the more delicate places. Rubbing the warm cloth all around his ball and up and down his now rock hard shaft, until every hair was removed and his crotch was completely bald. After drying him up with a towel she sprinkled on some powder the fragrance of flowers rubbing it in until the skin was all nice and soft. She giggled in her mind because it felt as though she was feminizing his cock.
She cleaned up and put everything back into it’s proper place then announced to Dominica, “I am finished Mistress.”
Her Mistress, had no need to inspect her work, she knew that Satina always performed tasks to her satisfaction exactly as she had been trained. “Satina come here, I have something for you.”
Dominica held up a big fat butt plug, “You know what this is for don’t you, bend over.” Satina spread her cheeks as she leaned forward. Dominica opened a tube of K-Y jelly and began drizzling it over the butt plug. Not too much but just enough so that it would slid easily into place. Satina let out a moan as it inserted deep inside her.
“Now doesn’t that feel better slut?”
“Oh god yes Mistress!”
Dominica had lots of toys and she enjoyed using them to play with her slaves, both for their conditioning and for a little pleasure. She took the tube of open K-Y jelly and squeezed a small drop onto the tip of her finger. Then just as a teach, she wiped it over the hood of Satina’s clitty. Satina spread her legs and pulled back the lips of her snatch for what was to come. Dominica then slid in the tube of open jelly and squeezed its contents deep inside Satina’s pussy. Dominica picked up another tube and repeated the process. Her pussy was completely full and the warmed jelly was now beginning to drip out.
Dominica then picked up a huge dildo, almost twelve inches long. She placed the head of it into Satina’s pussy. It was so slippery that it almost sucked in all by itself. It would quite fit in all the way, an inch or two still hung out. Satina squeezed tight to keep it in place, she loved having her pussy filled. She started to reach down to hold it up in place, Dominica would have none of that.
“No, slut you are not to touch and you are not to allow it to slip out either. I want you to hold it inside you until I come and tell you to let it go. Do you understand?”
Satina contracted the muscles in her pussy squeezing tight, she would not disobey. This was just another exercise performed a couple of times a week with all of her sluts. Ensuring all their most important muscles would perform well and they would perform well often.
“Go back to your room now with Jessica, Patti, and your other sisters, I’ll call for you later. Oh and Satina, take this with you and have some fun with your sisters.” Dominica handed her a large heavy jar.
Satina’s eyes lit up as she looked at the jar, “mmmm honey, yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”
Sam tried to lay as quiet as he could. He didn’t want them to know that he had woken up. He had been listening for the last several minutes. His cock was hard and he was horny from his shaving and from the sounds that had been transpiring in the room. He struggled to ignore his libido and concentrate on a way to get out of here. It was difficult, as hard as he tried he found that he could only focus for a few seconds and then his mind would wander.
“Have you been enjoying the show?” Dominica asked.
Sam’s eyelids popped open. “How did you know I was awake?”
Dominica laughed, “I always know Sam, I usually know even before you do. There is no need for you to try and be deceptive, because I can assure you, it won’t do you any good. ”
Sam just laid there feeling some self doubt, it was an unfamiliar feeling for him. He was used to being in control and in command of most any situation.
“I think its time we can go ahead and remove these restraints.” She unbuckled the leather straps from his wrists and then his ankles, then helped him to sit up on the edge of the table. Sam felt a bit woozy from the head rush of sitting up for the first time in how long he had no idea. He rubbed his wrists where the restraints had been. Its strange that he didn’t really notice them when he was on the table, but of course there was a lot he didn’t feel under deep hypnotic trance. Maybe it was all a hypnotic induced dream. A quick glance down at the metal grommet at the tip of his cock revealed it was indeed no dream.
Dominica instructed him to stand and go ahead and put on the hospital like gown that sat on the nearby chair. He stepped on the floor and took a moment to gather his balance, then slipped the cotton gown over his body. It was a little cool in the room and it felt good to have something to cover his body. Dominica nudged him on the shoulder to guide him as they walked out the room.
A surge of defiance hit Sam and he spoke his thoughts, “What would stop me from simply running away from here?”
“Oh, you may leave anytime that you like, you no longer need to be restrained.”
Sam didn’t fully understand her meaning, but he did gather himself to realize that maybe he should at least try to keep his thoughts to himself. Maybe she could tell what he was thinking, or maybe she was just bluffing. Somehow he felt it was much better not to underestimate her, it was a good decision. They entered a hallway and then came to another door just a short distance away. Dominica opened the door and pointed out a vacant mat placed next to one wall.
“You may rest here for a while; I’ll have someone bring you some food, its important that you stay healthy. Don’t worry I have more planned for you, which we will get to soon.” With that Dominica left him there and closed the door behind her.
Sam surveyed the room, there were other men her. Some were laying asleep on their mats, others sat appearing to be in some sort of meditation. He made it over to his mat and sat down. He looked back over at the door and noticed that it appeared the door had no lock. He glanced at the others in the room; those that were not sleeping had look of blankness on their faces. Would this be the fate that awaited him? He looked back over at the unlocked door, an idea started to develop in his mind.
Even as Sam sat there concocting a plan of escape, his attention kept being drawn back to the heaviness between his legs. His cock had swell larger from the procedure and was nearly as large now in its relaxed state as it had been before when erect. It felt different when he touched, much more firm. Almost like a bicep after a few good weeks of training. He touched his balls, they felt somewhat tender. Then he noticed it, a slight little bulge at the bottom of his sack. It wasn’t exactly a lump, nothing like that at all. It felt like a mass of fluid and it clung up close to his body.
Exploring, he began to rub the fluid, it felt good. No it felt really good, cock at instant attention. A flood of hot endorphins swelled through his body. He was getting fucking turned on. And the more he rubbed, the more he massaged, the better it felt, the hotter he got. Whatever he had in his mind a few moments ago were now gone. Now only the sound of her voice, the look of her eyes consumed his thoughts. The more he stroked, the stronger the image became. The first quivers of orgasm began to attack his body. Like a swelling wave, it began peeking and peeking and then a thunderous crash of cum. And then another wave followed closely behind, and then another and another. As it had before on the table, his cum oozed in a steady flow. He had become multi-orgasmic and he hadn’t even touched his cock. It was only the gasping for breath that caused him to stop and slump over, his body spent in after cum glow.
He woke up from his nap, sticky cum covered his cock and his legs. He tried to clean it up as best he could with the skimpy robe he wore. Once again he thought of escape. Again he looked at the unlocked door, then around the room. What if one of the others tried to stop him, what if they sounded some alarm? His attention flashed back to his newfound fluid sack and the feeling of pleasure. Images of Dominica again, whatever she had done to him had caused a fusion between the pleasure he felt and the influence of her presence.
He struggled to focus; he couldn’t bear these lapses if he was to find freedom. He had to go now, fuck anyone who might try to stop him, what difference would it make. He made a quick lunge for the door and held onto the handle. Looking back on the room he was relieved to see that none of them seemed to notice he had moved. Some still sleep, some were still in meditation, oblivious to his presence.
Gingerly he twisted the door handle, then took a deep breath and slowly pulled the door open a crack. He didn’t see anyone in that direction. Quietly he opened the door enough that he could slip through, carefully checking that the other direction was clear. He was now out of the room and pull the door every so quietly shut behind him.
There didn’t appear to be any sign of life as he crept down the hallway. He tried one door, but only found a closet. A second door was also a closet, but he found a pair of slippers, a little too small but he shoved his feet in anyway. To his amazement when he tried the third door he found himself standing outside the building. It was nighttime perfect for a getaway. He made a run for it and headed for the nearby trees.
Stopping to catch his breath, he started to gather his bearings. A bright half moon hung in the sky, it only took a few seconds to locate the north star. Sam had an excellent sense of direction. He decided to head east and scampered off into the thick forest.
He ran until he was confident no one was following, then sat down behind a tree to rest for a spell. He could help it, the urge was too strong to massage the fluid. Again Dominica absorbed his thought as he grew into arousal and burst into orgasm after orgasm. Time for rest to recover and then off again in the eastward direction. The pattern repeated over and over again, although the time between running and cum breaks became shorter and shorter. It seemed his thoughts while he ran seemed to focus more on stopping so that he could massage and cum more than they did about trying to escape. He also found that he was thinking more and more about Dominica. Could it be that he missed her, his captor? Whatever it was he felt something empty something missing.
He didn’t realize it at first but now it was obvious. The sack of fluid was getting smaller; some of it was being consumed each time he came. He wasn’t becoming addicted, no he only felt the cravings when he wasn’t massaging so bad that it almost drilled a hole through him. His emotions for Dominica were also growing stronger each time. “No it can’t be love, that’s impossible, what the fuck did this woman do to me?”
He stopped again to massage, “oh my god” the fluid was all gone all used up. He tried rubbing anyway. He rubbed and rubbed, but he felt nothing. Nothing at all no sensations, he couldn’t stand it, he was addicted because right now he had all the symptoms of withdrawal. Cold sweats, the shakes, and oh the cravings, the cravings were so bad. So bad for the fluid and so bad for Dominica. He began running around in circles in a panic, “what to do, what to do?” He had to go back, he needed more of the fluid, he needed Dominica, he salivated like an animal in heat, he had to go back now.
And so he ran, ran back from the direction he came, not even slowing down when he lost one of the slippers and then the other. He had to get back, it was the clearest thought he had for days. His pulse only quickened when he saw lights up ahead. He found the door where he had made his exit, but there was no handle on the outside. There were no windows to look in. He ran to the other side, he found another door this one had a handle. He yanked, it wouldn’t budge, he yanked again and then fell back in tears at his futile attempts.
He sat sobbing, he craved so bad. A loud buzz and then click, the sound of an electronic security door, he knew that sound well. He jumped up and thrust for the door, this time it swung open.
There she was, Dominica standing in the doorway before him. Sam fell to his knees kissing her feet. “Please, please take me, please Dominica I need you!”
Dominica laid her hand on his head and stroked his hair, “resistance is obedience.”
His body shock as he lay on the table waiting for his fix. It seemed like hours were going by as he watched the green fluid begin to flow down the tube. The other end clamped to the fitting on his cock. Once the tube was full it began to pump, pulsating down through his engorged male organ. And then the rush, the relieving rush from the drug flowing inside him. His eyes rolling up in his head feeling the pleasure of the contractions. Then they hit, “Oh god!” they hit, it felt like the orgasms were a hundred times stronger than before. And they kept coming, again and again and again.
Every muscle fiber in his body was spent. Impossible now to even twitch a finger, just laying there in a thick warm glow. And she was there too, that was the best part, Dominica was right there standing beside him, he could see her and that eased his mind. So strong was her pull, it seemed irrational yet it was undeniable. Mental addiction overwhelms physical addiction.
“I knew that you would be back, it was as certain as the sunrise. You thought you could sneak away, but you had absolutely no idea.” Dominica laughed, “I allowed you to try to escape, there is no way that you could ever get out of here if I didn’t want you to. Allowing you to escape was actually the second phase of the process.”
He still did not have the strength to speak; all he could do was listen. The control she exercised over him was more powerful than he could have ever imagined. It was frightening and yet at the same time comforting. As if somehow layers of pressure had been lifted from his being.
“See, they always come back, once I have been in their minds they always come back. The physical part, well that’s just something a little more tangible, a little easier to grasp. Make no mistake, your addiction is in your mind, and from there I control everything. A little bit of resistance, the struggle to fight for freedom simply exposed you. Left you open for attack and you absorbed every once of it. Just think you have become that addicted after just one day, I don’t think you will want to endure the withdrawals after you have been here a week…. or longer,” she smirked.
“The decision is yours; you can continue to have these periods of extreme pleasure. Mixed in will be times when you get that urge to try and escape. You’ll try and run away, but always come crawling back to me craving and begging. Of course you would still have your own mind, still able to make your own decisions. Just like you are able now and I am going to let you choose. Its all up to you to decide, whether or not this next decision will be the last to burden your mind.” She brushed her hand over his cheek and flashed a devious smile as she left the room.
“Mistress, the preparations have been made and they are ready”, Satina reported kneeling before Dominica.
“Good girl, you may be excused now my slut.”
“Thank you Mistress.” Satina curtsied and left to return to her room.
Dominica put on hold the conversation she was having on the computer, there was always a thrill with and new hunt, and took her time walking down the hall. She stopped and opened the door to the cell room.
Floating easily in the substance, it was not wet nor hot nor cold; it was nothingness only shielding touch. Sound does not exist in a motionless void. The light grew dim and then shut off completely as the lid of the sensory deprivation chamber was pushed closed. Completely empty, no input, nothing to process except what already dwelt inside. All input shutoff that is, except one. One solitary sensory point. A single wire, all that is required, sending signals to his cock. Instructions for a nice steady constant buzz, kept on the razors edge of arousal.
His mind reflected in upon itself, memories his own thoughts, an internal struggle. Her words stronger than his own, taking up more and more of the space. The pleasure in his shaft, the connection to her voice, her words in his mind, grew stronger, inseparable. His own internal talking fading away, like everything else that was him into nothingness. The pleasure in his cock pulsed stronger more focused, her voice in his mind more consuming. Swelling and peaking to an explosive climax. A super nova going off in his mind expanding beyond the limits, reaching out and holding blind ecstasy. Then all of it releasing and collapsing back down upon itself into the black hole that was now his mind. A blank clean slate, a freshly prepared canvas for her strokes. Just continue to drift, for now there is nothing else.
The slave knelt quietly, hands in front of him, performing the exercise. One finger touching the other and then the next. Up and then back the other direction down, repeated over and over again in fluid rhythm This would be his first productive milking, he would be feeling great anticipation, that is if he were capable of such emotions. The machine began to hum; his cock grew as blood pumped into the muscle, firm and erect. Obeying perfectly, awaiting the command, it didn’t take long.
“CUM NOW SLAVE!”
Cock pulsating, flickering back and forth, draining the fluid. The words tattooed along its length easily read in this state: “Property of Dominica”.