Stuck in Your Own Mind

You roll out of bed in the early afternoon. It’s a Saturday, so you have nowhere to be for another few days. You run a hot shower - the warm water and steam feel like tactile-sensory heaven on your skin. You begin to sing, improvising the lyrics as you do:

“There once was a girl/

The most beautiful girl in the world/

Her name is Mia/

And all of the other girls wish they could be like her…”

This comes as a surprise to you. You’ve never been known for your creativity, let alone your improvisational ability. Regardless, you continue to hear the dulcet tones of a piano in the back of your head as you finish your shower.

A notification on your phone appears as you are toweling yourself down. It’s a DM from your mistress, Mia. The very sight of Mia’s name makes you feel a little lightheaded. Excitedly, you open the message:

Hello, slave. I am making special plans for tonight, and I intend for you to take place. Demonstrate that your obedience for me is total, and arrive by 8:00 pm. I will send you the address in another DM, if you are able to come. And… don’t worry. You do want to come.

What started as a little lightheadedness has grown into powerful feelings of dizziness, arousal, and submissiveness. You have been trying for months to get your mistress’s attention - now, to get a direct invite to one of her private soireés is, for lack of a better term, mesmerizing. You spend the next couple hours in eager anticipation as you get ready. You decide to put on the special slave outfit that you ordered through the mail a few days before - tight, studded leather underwear worn underneath a tearaway two-piece that resembles a tuxedo. The smell of the fresh clothes, as well as the feeling they give your skin, is enough to make your cock start to swell. Even as you put them on, your mind begins racing about how you intend to make a good impression for Mia. Her powerful triggers and conditioning have wormed their way into your psyche like twisting tendrils of ivy. You just want to serve her. Nurture her. Submit to her.

After a few hours of anxious anticipation, you receive a follow-up message with the party details. You quickly leave your apartment and get in your car.

It’s a bit of a drive from your downtown apartment. Leaving the city, you drive into a suburban neighborhood. The houses here are like something out of a movie. Large, two story homes of various construction line each and every block. Even the smaller houses from earlier in the area’s history have been done up, with neatly trimmed grass and obvious upgrades to their construction. The address Mia gave you is still a little further into the neighborhood. The suburban feel slowly gives way to more and more impressive dwellings - private estates and mansions set on huge swaths of land become more and more common as you approach the address. After another half hour or so, you finally reach your destination.

If the houses you have been seeing are mansions, then this place must qualify as a palace! A huge, brick and steel fence surrounds a few acres of well maintained grounds. The building itself stands four stories above the ground, and you’re already well aware of the basement levels that have been converted into a sex dungeon. The entrance to the main building is a set of large wooden doors, positioned behind marble columns, and at the top of a pair of grand spiraling stairways. It’s more than you ever would have expected. Mia must be very successful to be able to run her operation out of this place.

You buzz in at the front gate. The timid voice of one of Mia’s “toys” greets you, and directs you to park your car near the front entrance. They tell you that a valet will greet you there to take it into the garage for a few “upgrades” while you’re inside. Without really thinking what they could mean, you eagerly drive onto the property and up to the main entrance - just as you were told. A male valet greets you as you get out of your car. “Your keys?” He asks. You hand him your car keys, and he quickly hops in and drives your car around the corner.

You take a deep breath before you ring the doorbell. What if you leave a bad impression with the mistress? Your interactions have been limited to DM’s and various chat services; Mia has always seemed to enjoy talking to you, but you wonder if your voice or tone will be enough to lose her respect. Do you smell good enough for her? Is your hair presentable? You take a moment to relax and brush your doubts aside, then press the button to ring the bell.

A series of snapping noises is heard as you do. The trigger is more effective than usual… your head is immediately emptied as you start to feel a deep sense of purpose and arousal. Another servant, female, and dressed in skimpy lingeré opens the huge double doors and gives you a quick look up and down. Before you can gather yourself, she begins to speak:

“Hello, slave. Come in.” You obey without second thought. “There are a few rules to tonight’s festivities,” she says. “First, you are to address Mia as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Goddess’ at all times. When Mia is in the room with you, you are to only speak when spoken to. Remember, you are here for her pleasure alone. Any disobedience will result in strict punishment. Do you understand?” You blankly nod your head in agreement. The rules are more or less what you expected, and they turn you on even more. “Very good,” she continues, “Follow me through here.”

The servant leads you through the labyrinthine halls of the house, past several rooms where the live-in helpers stay and are reconditioned. You follow her past a kitchen, then a dining hall, then finally down some stairs into the dungeon. The rooms down here are more exciting to you, but many of the doors are closed, leaving you curious about the debauchery that must occur behind the closed doors. After another minute, the female servant leads you to a room with an open door, and tells you to go inside.

The first thing you notice is a bubbling cauldron in the center of the room. It boils and steams up in an entrancing glow. The smell coming off of the potion is enough to fill your head with warm visions of passion and lust. You look around and take in the rest of the room’s contents: a chaise lounge sits in the corner of the room. Its headrest points directly towards a neatly made queen bed, made neatly with lavish pillowcases and blankets.

A voice calls out from behind you. You recognise it immediately as that of your mistress - your goddess. “Drink, slave.” The urge you feel to obey her words is overpowering. You take a cup from next to the cauldron, and dip it into the mysterious potion. Its sweet taste is like a minty syrup. You gulp the concoction down with a sense of urgency; the mixture sopping down your face and onto your chest as you do.

“Very good. How do you like my new mixture?” You try to speak, but find that you can’t form the words. Worried, you start nodding dumbly, then barely manage to default back to your training. “I love to serve my Goddess Mia.” She giggles, and tears off the clothing you had put on earlier. Leaving you in your tight underwear, she pushes you backward onto the chaise-lounge, leaving you paralyzed on your back. “Perfect,” she says, then walks back over to the door. “I’ve been working on perfecting this one for some time now. I call it the Mind Trap potion. You will notice it has a few effects. First, you won’t be able to move for about an hour.”

Your eyes open wide in panic. An hour!? What sort of torture does she intend to put you through? “Oh! You look so cute when you’re surprised. Don’t worry. That’s the harshest of the effects… designed to keep you compliant while we play our little game. The next effect is one I’m sure you’ll like. It’s designed to keep you completely aroused during the entirety of that hour. You’re probably feeling pretty turned on right now, yeah?” She’s correct. Whatever sense of lust you were feeling before has given way to a deep, primal urge to perform all things sexual. If it weren’t for the paralytic locking you in place, you would probably be making moves on Mia right now - demonstrating to her how you worship such a divine body.

“Finally - and this is what makes the potion so special - is that you will start to feel every sensation, good or bad, that I do.” Mia puts her hands between her legs and rubs a little. It feels incredible! You feel as if you’re getting wet just watching, and even though this isn’t something you’ve ever felt before, it feels so normal to you. If not for the fact that you were frozen in place, you feel like you would be squirming and moaning in pleasure. Mia looks deeply into your eyes. “Haha, good little pet. That’s the reaction I was hoping to see.”

Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. “Come in ~” Mia calls out playfully. A large, shirtless servant enters through the door. He towers above the petite hypno-queen by a few feet. His chest and abs are chiseled like a marble statue, and long blonde hair grows past his shoulders. The man is something like out of a superhero movie, or ancient tales of godly perfection. Without speaking, Mia leads him to the bed and starts to kiss him.

You feel so good. Every kiss sends a wave of excitement through your body, and you feel that you want to moan as he starts to grope Mia’s breasts. She pushes him down beneath her. As Mia begins removing the man’s clothes, you start to feel the tension in your body building. This might have been a mistake…  you want to see them fuck so badly! This is definitely not how you were expecting the night to go.

You feel the man insert himself into Mia’s pussy. You never thought you would be able to feel so good watching someone else take your mistress like this, but the sensation of watching them having sex in front of you comes with a swirl of mixed emotions. It’s as though you’re watching yourself have sex in the third person! Your eyes begin to well up with tears. You can feel your cock leaking precum into your underwear. After a few more torturous minutes, you finally watch your goddess cum. The feeling sends waves of pleasure through your body, and you notice your own underwear fill with warm semen. You don’t even care - you’re ready to sleep in your own mess after such an arousing ordeal.

“I’m very pleased with both of you. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow…” Mia says, getting dressed. She kisses the other slave once more before leading him back outside of the room. “Goodnight, dear ~” she says to you, before turning out the lights, and leaving you trapped in your own mind.