Your control slips away as my voice coils around your subby little mind and your body falls into my power…
By Miss Lilith
Welcome, Sweetea. I…am Miss Lilith, but today I am also Mistress JOI.…and I’m going to do my very best to live up to my name and bring you joy…at the cost of your innocence. At the cost of your control. I am going to push and push at your resistances…your defenses…and take control of your mind. Take control of your body. Subsume your thoughts, grab hold of your limbs, and own your pleasure…own your orgasm…own your emotions and sensations. Your memories. Your wants. Your desires. I will take control. You want this to happen. I want this to happen. How….fortunate.
Before we begin…before I claim your sovereignty…I need you to either be completely in the nude or have easy access to all the fun bits. Too all the spots on your body which bring you the most pleasure. Like, perhaps, your nipples.
[Most especially, your cock.]
[Most especially, your pussy.]
Pause if you must, now…and return when ready and naked.
Now, as you listen to the sound of my voice and the words that I say…focus on your breath for just a moment. Breathe deeply and slowly for me. Enjoy every breath…every second…every movement of your chest. Your abdomen. Enjoy the cool sensation of oxygen smoothly entering your body…as you close your eyes, if you haven’t already…and cherish the warmth as you breathe out. Slowly. Deeply.
Listen. Follow. Relax for me. Breathe for me. I’m going to ask you to do something. It’s easy. It’s simple. There is no reason why you would ever resist. So…reach down and touch yourself now, sweetea.
[Or…reach up and start playing with your nipples.]
[Wrap your hand around your cock and get hard for me…if you aren’t already. Don’t stroke too fast.]
[Start stroking your clit for me. Nice and slow. Not too fast, now.]
I don’t want you anywhere near the edge. I don’t want you cumming anytime soon. It’s way too early for that. I just need you to touch. To say horny as you listen.
[To stay hard for me, my good boy. Stroke slowly.]
[To stay wet and eager for me, my good girl. Slow and steady.]
There…perfect. You’re doing such a good job. You’re not even in trance. I didn’t have to trick you into obedience. I only had to ask. Nicely. It felt good to listen, didn’t it? It felt good to listen and touch. To follow directions. That simple little act…and yet it sent a thrill up your spine. Up into your mind. Into that place in your head reserved for all those subby feelings. All that deep, unrelenting submission always swirling around among your thoughts. That arousal, just waiting to be fleshed out. Waiting to grow.
You’re going to cum today. You’re going to cum for me. You’re going to do so…without a say in the matter. I could tell you to cum even now. Right this moment. And you would just everything in your power to obey. Just like that. You would even enjoy it, wouldn’t you? Yes, yes you would. Because obedience feels good. Because doing what you’re told makes you feel quite unlike anything else in life. Losing that measure of control over your actions and your thoughts? Giving it away? Mmmm, feeling it slip away almost as if you were dropping into a deep, relaxing, loose trance. Feeling me grab it. Taking possession of your independence? Taking control of your mind…your body…your pleasure.
It cannot be put into words.
Keep touching. But don’t you dare get anywhere near the edge.
[Play with those nipples, slut…because the longer you play the better you feel. The hornier. The happier. The emptier.]
[Stroke just fast enough to stay horny, my eager good boy…to stay somewhat hard. Do not reach anywhere near the edge.]
[Play with your pussy, my eager good girl…because the longer you play the better you feel. The hornier. The happier. The emptier.]
Now, I want you to consider something. To imagine how it would feel if my voice…so intimately close to your ears…to your brain…to your thoughts…could strip away your defenses all on its own. Imagine the state of your mind if the very sound of my voice and my words took away your agency. Took away any desire to resist. Any need to think. Any need to remember anything but for this exact moment. At this exact time. With my voice in your head…my words in your mind…my control gradually slipping over yours…like an inevitable wave of water washing away dust and sand and thought and reason…slipping deeper and deeper and deeper…empty and nice. Horny and blank.
Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit. Drop. Keep stroking. Keep rubbing. Keep touching. Slowly. Surely.
And as my voice tunnels deeply into your unconscious mind…reverberating throughout all of your thoughts…sinking into the soft, spongy texture of your brain…into the frequency of your awareness…your own control over your own thoughts begins to slip further and further…almost as if it were sliding away on ice…nowhere to grab…nowhere to slow down…no way to stop. Simply slipping farther away…feeling your control ebb away…and noticing how something else begins to take its place.
As you continue to touch and as you listen…
[As you continue to play with your nipples and as you listen…your nipples so sensitive…begging for attention…each little touch, twist, pinch, and rub sending tiny little tendrils of pleasure down your spine…]
[As you continue to stroke and as you listen…your cock hard…perhaps throbbing…each movement of your hand sending tendrils pleasure down your spine…]
[As you continue to play with your pussy…your clit…and as you listen…throbbing, wet, and pulsating in pleasure…each movement sending tendrils of pleasure down your spine…]
My voice sends ripples across your body with each and every word…each and every sound. And each ripple…each word…each second listening to my voice…erase more and more of your control. Of your defenses. Of your resistance. Of your awareness. Of your thoughts.
In fact…you may begin to notice that your body has begun moving all on its own…
There is still some of your control in there…but each word takes more of it away…replacing it with my own. With my control. With my intent. My power. My voice. And the more control you lose…the more control I take…and the more suggestible you become…the harder it is to think…to easier it becomes to truly feel how your body isn’t quite your own anymore. Almost as if you were in the process of being possessed.
Imagine…for a second…how arousing it would feel if you had no control of your hands…your arms….your body…your thoughts….and your mind. If you had no desire to have control of anything at all. If you just wanted…needed to…yearned so much to give it all away. To give every last drop of your control away…or perhaps…feel it ripped away from you. Kind of like…what my voice is doing to you right now. Very much like how my words are subsuming your inner thoughts…how my intent is drowning your mind…how my power is washing away your ability to resist. The sound of my voice and the words that I say opening you up to your very core…past all layers..all illusions…all beliefs.
Isn’t that a fun thought, sweetea?
Wouldn’t it be funny if your hands weren’t your own anymore? Wouldn’t it be interesting…if you had lost control over your arms? Your body? How would it feel to continue touching…stroking…rubbing…without a single shred of power over how soft or hard or slow or quick. How would it feel to know that I could make you cum at any second. At any time. With just a few words…with a push…a suggestion.
So…whatever it was that you had meant to do…
[All you actually do is feel your hands play with your nipples, slut. Twisting them, pinching them, rubbing them, flicking them…so needy. So eager. So horny.]
[All you actually do is feel your hand stroke up and down, my horny good boy. Your cock hard. Throbbing. Needy. Your mind eager and submissive.]
[All you actually do is feel your hand between your legs, my horny good girl. Your pussy so needy. Wet. Throbbing. Your mind eager and submissive.]
Not too fast or too hard to reach the edge…nowhere close to cumming. Just….touching. Touching in the way I want it. In the way I command. You cannot stop. You don’t want to stop. You cannot change pace on your own. You cannot move without my desire for you to move. You can barely even thought without my voice inside your head.
What…does this mean, exactly? What does it mean to give away so much of your control? Well…it means that I can take more. So much more. There is nothing stopping me anymore. Whatever sliver of resistance that you may have had is…well, gone. You can feel that empty pool inside of your that used to be your resistance. Your control. Now…it’s just me. Everywhere. All spread out across your mind…and each word only send more ripples across your body…across your thoughts. Each word that you hear solidifies my control over you. Over your body and your mind. Solidifies your submission. Your obediece. Not that it really matters anymore.
Whether you submit or not….I still have control. I still whisper straight into your head. Straight into the intimate depths of your most inner thoughts. Almost as if I were right there…inside of you…inside of your inner world…seducing your subconscious mind…turning you to my side…allowing you to feel the pleasure of losing control. Of…having none. None at all. Not wanting any. Not needing any. Only wanting to feel good, now. Only wanting to feel happy. Only needing to feel joy.
And…well, Mistress JOI can make that happen, sweetea.
I can give you the joy that you so crave. I can give you the pleasure that you so desire. I can fill your head to the brim with nothing but bliss. Hot, red, and fast. Intense. All but blinding. But…I need something from you first.
[I need you to feel your nipples grow more sensitive as you play with them faster…harder…You have no choice in whether it does or not. Makes you want to moan, slut.]
[I need your hand to speed up and tighten. Your cock, at this very moment, is mine. Your hand wrapped around it. Mine. Your pleasure. Mine. Your approaching orgasm. Mine. The movement…up and down…mine. Your cock only grows more and more sensitive for me, my good boy. ]
[I need your hand to speed up, pressing harder. Your pussy, at this very moment, is mine. Your hand. Mine. Your pleasure. Mine. Your approaching orgasm. Mine. Your pussy can only grow more and more sensitive for me, my good girl. ]
Your body obeys me. Your mind submits to me. Your thoughts break apart and come together with my voice at the center.
I want you closer to the edge. I want you practically riding it. Right there. Stay near the edge, but don’t cum. You can’t. Not until I decide it’s time. No matter how much you would like to cum…only I can make it happen right here and right now. Because at this very moment, I hold all of the control. I hold all of your mind in the palm of hand. Your thoughts riding the frequency of my voice….
I will allow you to cum, but first you must accept something. Your mind must accept the fact that when you cum for me…when I make you cum…under my control…you will bind the sensation of orgasm…that arousal…that heat…that joy…to submission. To obedience. To losing control. To doing what you’re told.
When you cum, your mind will make the appropriate connections between orgasm, arousal, joy, and that deep rooted submission. That obedience. It’ll happen instantly. Automatically. Easily. So that in the future…you could never think about submission without feeling a whisper of orgasm…of arousal…of the need to give in, give up, and lose control totally and completely.
Feel yourself getting closer now…your body under my control…mine…your mind all but empty…just wanting to cum.
[Nipples so fucking sensitive. Each touch of your fingers like a tiny bolt of electricity that travels across your nerves, reaching even into your toes…allowing you to feel arousal in places most unusual. Edging…within the mind…but not cumming. Not yet. ]
[Cock so fucking sensitive. So hard. Throbbing. Each stroke like a tiny bolt of electricity that travels across your nerves, reaching even into your toes…allowing you to feel arousal in places most unusual. Edging…almost…but not cumming. Not yet. ]
[Pussy so fucking sensitive. So wet. Throbbing. Each stroke, each touch…like a tiny bolt of electricity that travels across your nerves, reaching even into your toes…allowing you to feel arousal in places most unusual. Edging…almost…but not cumming. Not yet. ]
In this moment, you want nothing more than to cum. You want nothing more than to orgasm. You want nothing more than to submit yourself to my control…my voice…and feel me bring you over the edge. My voice in your ear. Your mind. My power controlling your body. My intent flowing over your limbs…down between your thighs. Up your spine. Ripples and ripples. Of joy. Of pleasure. Of bliss.
Now…you can begin to feel your mouth move…as a mantra comes to mind…one which you will now repeat…over and over and over again, whether you want to or not. If you do, however…there is no turning back. If you speak the words…softly or loudly…whispered or moaned…sub-vocalized or for all to hear…you are dispelling all illusions of control and accepting the hard, uncompromising truth of not wanting any at all. You don’t want control. You don’t like control. Because…
“Control is an illusion.”
Repeat the words: “Control is an illusion.”
Over and over again.
“Control is an illusion.”
You can’t stop. You must repeat them. You must say those words as you get closer to cumming…as your hands speeds up. As your body obeys. As your mind melts for me.
“Control is an illusion.”
Keep repeating it. You can’t stop. You can only repeat the words as they shift the foundation of your mind. As they become truth. Undeniable truth. Pillars upon pillars keeping the foundation of your mind afloat.
“Control is an illusion.”
Repeat over and over again…can’t stop…don’t want to stop…
And your muscles tighten…your body eager…and you feel that last bit of control that you may have had slip away…
[Your fingers on your nipples pinching harder. Twisting harder. Rubbing faster. Each tiny touch a pre-orgasm on its own…somewhere deep within your mind.]
[Your hand around your cock speeds up and tightens. Faster. Harder. Each stroke like a pre-orgasm on its own…somewhere deep within your mind.]
[Your hand between your legs, playing with your pussy, speeds up and tightens. Faster. Harder. Each stroke, each movement, like a pre-orgasm on its own…somewhere deep within your mind.]
My voice becoming one with your brain…
Control is an illusion…you have no control…you can only submit…obey…and cum(snap).
Cum(snap) now. Cum(snap) hard. Cum(snap) cum(snap) and cum for me, sweetea. Cum for me, slut. Abandon all resistance and accept the pleasure as you cum.
And no amount of resistance can stop the orgasm from rippling across your body. Just cum. Cum now. Cum hard. Cum and cum and cum.
Control is an illusion…you have lost it all…
As the orgasm bellows out into every part of your mind…every part of your body….every thought…every sensation. Into each finger, each toe. You can almost feel it at the ends of your hair. In the tips of your ears. At the root of your existence.
Aftershocks of excitement and joy flow across you…relaxing your mind. Softening you up. Opening you up to my power. My suggestions…the orgasm having solidified my hold over you. The orgasm having erased the idea of resistance.
Because…control is an illusion. Control is a lie. Control is fallacy. Control is the enemy.
Mistress JOI is everything but.
My voice brings you pleasure. My words bring you joy. When you listen…you lose all control. When I speak…you must obey. You must submit. You must follow.
There is no other path. No retreat. There is only…obedience, submission, and rapture.
Take a few deep, slow breaths for me, sweetea. Relax. Feel good. Feel happy. Spent and satisfied. All the worries of the world so very, very far away…all but nonexistent. You can carry this relaxation and contentment around with you wherever you go. You can take it with you everywhere. All you have to do is remember that control is an illusion…that you have no control…and how it feels to have it proven to you. To have it stripped away again and again.
Now…you can go back to your life. You may come back one someday…or not. You may want to listen again…or not. Whichever you choose, know that you are safe out there. You can keep yourself safe out in the world…where you do have a measure of control. Away from my voice…you have free will. Away from my words…you have critical thought. Away from me…you can function as a safe, well-regulated hypnotic subject…but here, with me? Well…we both already know that…control is an illusion.
Now go and seize the day, sweetea. There is so much for you out there. So much to see. To experience. To savor.