you were so excited! I was taking you to the theatre tonight for the philharmonic orchestra concert. you'd just finished getting dressed when I leaned against the door frame in the entryway to your room.
"One last accent piece, kitten" I smirked, with your plain metal ring collar in hand.
So it was going to be one of those nights, you thought, as you knelt and pulled your hair back in your "collar me" pose. I drew the collar around your neck and you heard the distinctive *click* as it closed and...blank.
That click is always the trigger to drop. Conditioned over years, you felt yourself enter your suggestive state. Thoughts that used to present as a clear matrix of options and choices instead lined up in a fog. you could see the next one, but there was no choice. It was just there, one of one, after which the next single option would present itself. On and on until I saw fit to lift you out.
you heard Me command "slut" and you slid off your panties and left them on the bed. you removed the tape that was holding your dress where it belonged and the gel pads that were hiding your nipples through the thin dress. you slipped your lipstick vibe into your purse and we were off to the show.
As we drove the acceleration of the car felt like there was a toy inside you. Each time we sped up it rose like a crescendo, never lasting long enough for you to cum, but causing you to drip all over the leather seat. By the time we arrived you were a desperate mess.
There was a mass of people in the lobby waiting for the doors to open. Shoulder to shoulder with no place to go. I leaned in and whispered "Magic Trick" into your ear. Immediately you could feel Me inside you. I wasn't really there of course, but to you I was in all of your holes at once, thrusting deep. you moaned, somehow sounding muffled even though your open mouth and protruding tongue were clearly unoccupied. you stumbled to a wall, pushing past annoyed patrons as you gasped and staggered under the sudden triple penetration. Despite the throng of people, somehow you were afforded six feet of space as the crowd looked on while you came over and over again, sucking and lapping at the air. After a few minutes I pushed the the front of the group and said "decorum" and you instantly recovered, losing all memory of what has occured. I apologized to the crowd, telling them that you have a condition.
Somewhere in the fog, you knew that the condition was conditioning, and that there was no cure.
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