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if i look back, i am lost
almost home

ellievsbear
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@petforlife
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“Pets allowed”
Woof.
I will want you more comfortable and natural on the end of a leash, in a cage, at My feet and impaled on My cock than any other place in the world.
This is your life now. Embrace it.
Some nature time is necessary I just hope you don't get used to these freedoms
Instead of going slowly and giving her a way to run or simply disappear, He chose to lock her in a room where her clothes were cut off, her phone, purse and keys were taken and she was put in a cage. On her neck He put a shock collar that would serve to be her training collar. The cage was covered with a blanket and she was moved by truck to an unknown location where her training would begin.
When the blanket was removed hours later, she was truly alone.
The windows were either painted over or there were none at all. There were no noises from the outside world left and she was alone with her thoughts.
There would be no easing into this.
Hard use and the confinement of the cage would be all she knew from now on.
The guilty pleasure of a hypnotherapist fantasy. Trusting someone to help relax my mind and ease my fears and instead they take advantage of my kink. Once a week they start normalizing their control. Our sessions become lost hours where I go blank and take care of their needs, sexual or otherwise, sitting on the floor while they work on *real patients who actually need attention*. We start running into each other outside sessions, I get a lift here and there to the office and each time they praise and condition me to think following along, getting into their car is so normal. They drive me home while I'm tranced, waking me up and being worried I was so tired after the session that they had to help me home, all the while using those drives to get me used to the swaying rhythm of their vehicle. Eventually its not my home we're driving to anymore. I'm still dazed and our sessions occurr more and more at their home. I don't remember when I started hypnotherapy, but it's been very very good for me. As long as I go every week and whenever my therapist calls to tell me I need a session with them. Sometimes I'll forget I even had one booked and need to rush over right. away.
oof. now this is a fantasy to be proud of..
Knowing her place.
Imagine being cut off from the outside world completely. No rights, no freedom..
Now go deeper.
No clothing, no car, no credit cards. Not even an ID with your name on it.
No cell phone, no email.... not even access to a computer.
you own nothing. you are an object. you are a captive in someone's home.
There is no escape from His training. No hiding from the rules He enforces.
He's removed everyone and everything that once mattered until He is the only One left.
As you look up at Him from the floor, there are very few things that stand out....
The collar around your neck, the leash attached that He holds, the plug in your asshole and the chance you will be allowed to pleasure Him as He wishes.
There is nothing else.
Embrace your new purpose.
When she’s a catch, so you decide to catch her😈
Valentine's day catch🥰