The cherry blossom flower, rooted in the cherry blossom tree, basking in the light of the Sun, spellbound by its power and its beauty, absorbent of its heat…
Your quiver in anticipation, your core warm and wet, your heart light and cheery, as your mind melts into mother nature…
By Miss Lilith
Flower vs. Sun
You are like a cherry blossom flower, your core entrenched in the solid framework of a networked cherry blossom tree, the Sun’s warm, bright energy gliding down from the skies on golden threads of perfection and bliss, sweeping across your petals and your leaves, flowing into your veins. Into your mind. Into your core. Into your roots.
You are a flower and I am the Sun. My voice comes down from the skies in whispers and hymns, traveling through your flesh, through the surface of your body, becoming one with you. With who you are and what you think and what you do. My voice mingling with your thoughts, energizing your spirits, humbling your defenses. My voice like the heat of the Sun, driving down on you, flowing into your mind, my warmth spreading into your body.
When I speak, you accept…because you must. When I speak, you can do nothing but listen and enjoy the embrace of warmth, light, and grace. You can do nothing but savor the power of the Sun and the Moon and the voice which scrambles your thoughts, manipulates your mind, and alters your reality. You are but a cherry blossom flower and I am the Sun you cannot escape from. I am the Sun which sustains you. My voice is the light which reaches into even the darkest, most protected, most locked-away corners of your mind.
There is no door, nor wall, nor defense to slow the light of my voice. The warmth of my words. The unstoppable forces bearing down on you. When I speak, I speak with the graceful, golden power of the Sun. When you listen, you yield. When you listen, you give in. When you listen, you absorb the light and the warmth and my voice and my words.
You are a cherry blossom flower and I am the Sun. You listen and you absorb. I speak and I manipulate. I condition. I hypnotize. I energize. When I speak, my voice braids into your mind. Into your thoughts. Into your goals and memories and ideals. When I speak, the Sun shines down upon you and you can feel its warmth spreading across your body. Across your neural pathways. Reaching into every corner and every fold and every crevice and every hidden-away secret door.
There is no place to hide. No shade nor hole. There is only the sound of my voice and the soft, absorbent flesh of your brain. There is only the warmth and the light of the Sun and your soft, malleable cherry blossom petals.
You are rooted to the cherry blossom tree. The tree cannot move. The tree cannot escape. The tree does not have intent. It does not resist, nor defend. The tree is just…a tree and you are just…a flower. And I am the Sun. My voice washes over the world and delves into your mind and my words settle down onto the bed of your core self.
My suggestions travel along with the heat of the Sun as it beats down on you…with the warmth of my voice as it travels into you. My suggestions are like tiny little particles weaving into your flesh, into your thoughts, into your mind…becoming just another part of who you are. How you think. What you remember. What you accept as the truth. As reality.
When I speak, you feel yourself absorb my essence like a plant absorbs light. When I speak, my voice acts like a conduit for my willpower. When I speak, you accept. Nothing stands between my suggestions and your rooted reality. Nothing nothings between my words and my voice and the exposed parts of your inner world. Your mindscape. Your suggestible brain cells.
You are a cherry blossom flower, rooted to a cherry blossom tree…reveling in the majesty of the Sun and its warm, bright golden threads of energy. You are a receptive, open subject, your mind exposed, listening and following…my words flowing into you. My voice flowing across you. My hypnosis latching onto your being. Onto your existence. Devouring your resistance. Your defense.
My suggestions raining down on you like the photons of sunlight, rippling across you, overrunning your physical form, flooding your psyche…replacing your neurons with my own. Taking away your choices. Taking away your desire to think. Your desire to do anything but listen, follow, and obey. Listen, follow, and accept. Listen, follow, and absorb.
You are a cherry blossom flower, rooted to a cherry blossom tree…powerless to resist or escape. Powerless to do anything but accept as I speak. Powerless to stop the spread of my desires. Unable to resist the spread of my control.
The longer you listen and the more I speak, the easier it is to see just how far my influence had spread. The easier it is to notice how with each word that I say and with each sound that I make and with each suggestion that I drive into your little mind…the tree falls deeper and deeper under my influence. My power. My hypnotic conditioning.
The more you listen to the sound of my voice, the more your tree gives in. The more it becomes mine to control. To condition. The more it becomes my pawn. My plaything. My toy. And the deeper the cherry blossom tree under my vast, endless control, the fewer choices you are left with. The less you can resist. The less you can defend. The more you must accept as you abord the warmth of my voice…the brightness of my words…and the energy of my suggestions.
The tree keeps you rooted…and as I gain more and more ownership of the tree, I gain more and more power of you. All you have to do is listen, follow, and absorb, because…
Roots of Pleasure
The sweet sights and sounds of nature enthrall you, drawing you in, pulling you deeper and deeper down into a self-sustained state of deep-rooted arousal and excitement. Nature is everywhere. Nature is all around you. The trees rooted in the soil of Earth, the flowers swaying in the breeze, the Sun high up in the sky, the grass and the bees and the pollen. Nature is everywhere. The scents and the sights. Its effect on you. Its effects…on your mind.
Your precious little mind, open and receptive, accepting the pleasure flowing through your veins when you become aware of the nature surrounding you. Each blade of grass, each flower, each breeze, each glint of sunlight…like a condensed particle of pure arousal. Pure horny. Each piece of nature that you see, hear, feel, and imagine…flowing deeply into your mind, into your core, into your thoughts…electrifying all of your pleasure centers. Making you throb. Making you vibrate. Shifting your mind into horny. Into lust. Into excitement.
When you see the beauty of nature, you cannot help but be enthralled by it. You cannot help but feel the power of mother nature enter you through your pores. Through your ears and your nose and your mouth. She enters you, becoming one with your blood. Flowing through your veins. Filling you with the need to submit. Filling you with the need to obey. Saturating your mind with an intense thirst to touch yourself. Filling your mind with an inescapable need to play with your nipples.
Playing with your nipples displays your submission to mother nature in all her glory. When you twist and when you rub and when you pull and when you tug and when you pinch and when you squeeze…you can feel the entirety of nature that surrounds you enter you through your skin. Through your flesh. Through your mind. When you give in and play with your nipples, flowers and trees and sunlight and the wind on your mind…your submission intensifies. Your pleasure spreads all across your body…and you accept that you must obey. That you must submit. That mother nature holds the reins to your mind.
When you find yourself becoming aware of nature…becoming aware of all the different types of nature all around you…the sights and the sounds and the scents and the sensations…you can feel mother nature enter you. You can feel her thrust herself into your receptive mind, giving you no options and no time to defend from the assault. It’s not like you’d want to, anyway. No, all you want to do is submit to her touch. Her power inside of you. Her power flowing over your mind. Your body. Right there in your veins.
Nature reminds you that there is an endless supply of pleasure hidden away in every corner of life. Of Earth. Every corner of every second. The pleasure is here. The pleasure hangs in the air. It penetrates into the soil. It braids into the trees and the flowers and the sunlight. It’s in the wind. In the rain. In the air itself. Pleasure is all around us. Pleasure is nature. Nature is pleasure. And the more you give into this pleasure, the more you give in to mother nature. The more of a hold she has over your mind.
The more you cannot escape the need to play with your nipples. Because when you give in and touch yourself, playing with your sensitive nipples, you can feel mother nature all around you. Inside you. You can feel her behind you. You can feel her inside your mind. You can feel her flesh atop yours. Your mouth on yours. Her hands in yours. You can feel her touch on every part of you.
When nature becomes a focus…when you see it, hear it, sense it, touch it…remember it…think about it…visualize it…hallucinate it…and when your hands make their way up to your nipples…and mother nature enters you…you submit deeper and deeper. You obey. You follow. You listen. You play with yourself. You give in and give up and enjoy mother nature’s touch. Enjoy how she plays with your mind. How she takes control over your hands, your fingers, and plays with your nipples herself. She takes control. She merges with your mind.
And when mother nature merges with your mind, the only thing that’s for certain is your suggestibility. Your unending receptiveness to hypnosis. To suggestions. To conditioning. To trance. To the drop. When nature enters your mind and your body and when mother nature takes control and when you find yourself suddenly playing with your sensitive nipples, you can feel something shift in your mind…each and every single time. Each time, you can feel yourself become more and more suggestible. Each second that you spend playing with your nipples, mother nature’s power controlling your body and your mind…is a second of you becoming more receptive. Easier to drop. Easier to condition. Easier to manipulate.
Mother nature brushes away your defenses and your doubts and your resistance, leaving you feeling raw and exposed and weak and eager to please, obey, and submit. This happens because…