Whispysmut

It was Friday night. She had been anticipating this encounter with a mix of anxiety and excitement but now that she was standing in front of this door, her door, she could feel the conflicting emotions tearing her apart... It was one of the first rule they established. She could always turn back, resist the urge to knock on that door, go back to her own apartment and begin her week-end with a glass of wine on the sofa. Or she could do so much more. She had come all this way already, and along with the whirlwind of sensations coursing through her, the memories of the previous weeks pushed her over the edge. She needed this, it was obvious now. And so she knocked. For a few seconds nothing happened, the silence was making every thought in her head echo so much louder and paralyzed her. But before she could change her mind, the door opened, and a beautiful red haired woman welcomed her with a smile. "Good evening Diana~ Come on in, dear"
Her body felt like it was moving on it's own, and as she stepped in the hallway, the door closed shut behind her.

Ann had been looking for a partner for a while. She had turned down many willing subjects on her forum, until she stumbled onto Diana's profile. She was around her age, interested in trying new things after a bad breakup, living close and she had never tapped in her own kinky fantasies. And so they got in touch and luckily they clicked. As a Dom, Ann had the experience, charisma and tools to truly capture Diana's heart, and their weekly friday "breathers" left them both fulfilled and happy in each other's arms. Variety had been her best asset, every session had a different theme, from bondage to pet play, Diana was experiencing things she had never imagined, and the pleasure mixed with fear, pain and excitement had proved to be addicting to her. But tonight would be different, tonight would be a true test.

Diana sat down in the living room couch, her legs almost giving way beneath her. It always started like this, idle chatter to put her mind at ease, a cup of tea and some shared laughter. But at any moment, Ann would command her, invite her to start the session, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And as always she would obey, strip and get tied up, restrained, blindfolded, cuffed, spanked, teased, humiliated...And she would love every second of it. The fear left her vulnerable, the pain made her feel alive and the pleasure was unlike anything she had ever known. At times she would cry, struggle, weep, but Ann would always be there, pushing her limits, guiding her, rewarding and praising her when she was about to break. Her own helplessness was equally terrifying and arousing, and the only certitude she had was that the moment she'd stepped through that door, she was completely at Ann's Mercy. Yet here she was, sitting on a chair waiting for anything, trying in vain to predict her host's next move, her thoughts impenetrable behind the mask of a seductive smile.

"You need to relax Diana." That much was obvious, she was shivering with excitement and biting her lip. It was an adorable sight, yet it would not make her job easier tonight. Ann sat close to her on the sofa and began playing with Diana's hair, a little ritual that her partner enjoyed greatly. "I want to do something different tonight dear. Something more...Intimate." Diana was full of question but before she could ask them, Ann stood up and dimmed the living room lights, using a match to light up scented candles around the room. The reflections of the flickering flames dancing on her red hairs were breathtaking and when she sat down next to her guest, Ann knew she had her complete attention. Truth to be told, Ann was probably the most nervous of the two, even if she would never admit it, and when she produced the pocket watch in front of Diana's eyes, she took a deep breath and hardened her resolve. "I want you to listen closely now. I need you to keep your eyes on this watch as I speak to you, follow my instructions and I promise you'll feel really really good..."

The sound of snapping fingers sent a shockwave through Diana's body, leaving her reeling for a second. She awoke from a dreamless slumber, laying on her mistress bed with no idea how she arrived there, her last memory being the scent of candles in the dim leaving room as she closed her eyes. She was feeling calm and relaxed and as she looked around, the sight of Ann laying in her underwear at her side brought a smile to her face. "Good evening sleepyhead, how are you feeling?" "I am happy mistress Ann." These words came naturally, the most simple expression of the euphoric daze that was lingering in her brain. "Very good. Do you like your uniform?" Taken aback by this question, Diana ran her hands across her body. Somehow she was now wearing a maid outfit completed by a corset that held her body tightly, cupping her breasts and making it harder to breathe. This realization caused her to blush and whimper, a flow of questions rushing to her mind with no plausible answers to give them. But Ann was watching over her and before her interrogations could frighten her, she gently stroked her maid's soft hair, whispering in her ears two words: "Remember now." These two word echoed in her mind, clearing the fog clouding her memories letting her relive them in their full intensity.

Diana's body was growing slack, her eyes glazed over as she kept looking to the pendulum Ann held in front of her. She moved closer, guiding her down to an armchair where her subject dropped without resistance, her drowsy face was irresistible, struggling to mindlessly keep looking at the pendulum she had been commanded to watch. "Very good Diana my dear, let yourself go completely now, close your eyes and let my voice guide you.". The way she sprawled on the armchair was a testimony of her success, her body had gone limp, head resting on her shoulder as a peaceful sigh escaped her lips. "Not so bad for a first time." Ann put away the pocket watch and walked to Diana's side, caressing her cheek and leaning forward to whisper in her hear: "Listen closely now, when I will snap my fingers, your body will grow warmer and warmer, you will feel the need to undress, and as you let go of your clothes, your inhibition and worries will be cast away along them, leaving you blank and obedient for me to guide you..." *SNAP* Slowly, with her eyes still closed, Diana stretched and let out a sigh of relief, her hands moving on their own, removing her top, her shoes, her skirt... Her breath grew shorter as she exposed her skin and when Ann moved over to help her remove her stockings she let out a short sigh of pleasure, followed by a long one as her panties dropped on the floor.

There she was, laying naked on an armchair, her mind trapped in a haze of pleasurable sensations, completely at Ann's mercy, her consciousness nothing more than a faint echo. The words of her mistress pouring inside her head were irresistible, and obeying them was so rewarding. Being guided, commanded... It was such a relief not to be in charge anymore, free of worries and thoughts... It made so much more room for blissful relaxation. She was told to stand and so she did, without a care for her clothes now laying around, shivering with every touch of her mistress on her bare skin, moaning as she caressed her nether...  Ann beckoned her toward her room, and she followed, drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and when her mistress ordered her to stand still, she felt compelled not to move an inch. Ann pulled a maid outfit from her closet and smiled mischievously, flaunting it toward her hypnotized subject. "Let me help you get dressed my dear~"