Caverns of Submission

Caverns of Submission – by NeoSlaveBoy

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Part 1: The Door Beneath the Earth

It began as a whisper in my dreams, so faint I almost believed it to be a trick of my mind. But the more it happened, night after night, the more it became undeniable. She called to me —Mistress Carol— her voice soft and alluring, each word sinking deep into the fabric of my sleep. She didn’t need to shout or beguile. No, her presence itself was as an unspoken command, a force so powerful that every night I felt myself surrendering to her call with an intensity I couldn’t explain.

“Come to me,” she would whisper, her tone layered with a power and seduction that I was powerless to resist. “Seek me, and I will show you what lies beyond.”

The dreams themselves were hazy, but her voice was clear. It echoed through my mind like a melody, threading through every corner of my consciousness, filling me with a desperate, needy urge to find her. I would wake, panting, my mind lingering on her words, on the magnetic allure of her dreamed presence. The need grew each night, gnawing at my soul, leaving me helplessly drawn to the idea of discovering her. There was no longer a choice; her voice had embedded itself in my thoughts, driving me forward, pulling me toward her with an unyielding grip.

The nights following became unbearable. In my dream I found myself with an unwavering veneration for her. I would catch myself, drooling in anticipation as her voice echoed in my mind even during the waking hours. She was more than a dream—she was a force, a presence that filled me with the irresistible urge to surrender to her.

Her final command in my dream was spoken softly, yet with natural dominance that left no room for doubt. “I invite you to become aware of your own unawareness, boy,” she purred, her voice threading through my consciousness, pushing me deeper into her influence. “Find me… and discover true power.”

That was the night everything changed.

I spent the next day searching, following her voice in my mind like a beacon. It led me to a forgotten corner of England, to a small village where the shadow of history loomed heavy. I felt myself captivated by a dark, ancient energy that hung over the place, as though it were echoing her command. As the night settled in, I found myself at the ruins of an abbey on the outskirts of the village. Hidden among the crumbling stones and overgrown ivy was a door, half-buried in the earth, marked with symbols that stirred something deep within me—a strange, hypnotic resonance that echoed her words.

With trembling hands, I pulled at the door’s handle. A cold gust of wind escaped the passageway, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something darker, more ancient. I could hear her voice again, faint but unmistakable, calling me forward. I descended into the darkness, my steps echoing against the stone walls, each one pulling me deeper into her influence.

The passage opened into a vast, underground chamber, its walls lined with worn statues that seemed to watch me as I entered. And there she stood—Mistress Carol. Her figure was even more alluring than I had envisioned in my dreams, every curve and line exuding magnetic allure. She was no longer a shadow or a whisper; she was real, standing before me, her gaze steady and all-encompassing.

“You’ve come a long way,” she said, her voice rich with an authority that left me trembling. Her words washed over me, sinking deep into my mind, and I found myself helpless, utterly captivated.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, my body reacting to her presence with a need that bordered on worship.

She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. Her natural dominance was undeniable, filling me with a profound sense of awe, and I realized then that I would do anything she commanded. Anything at all.

Part 2: Descent into Obedience

The room grew darker, the shadows thickening around us as Mistress Carol’s presence enveloped me. My heart pounded in my chest, but my mind was blissfully calm, resting under the soothing weight of her voice. She held out her hand, beckoning me to step closer. I obeyed, drawn to her with an urgency that made me feel like her hypnotized puppet, moved by her will alone.

“I know why you’ve come,” she said, her voice flowing through me like velvet, rich and smooth. “You want to surrender, don’t you? To experience true power, to fall under my spell.”

I nodded, unable to speak. My throat was dry, my mind swirling in a fog of obedience. Her words pulled me in, deeper and deeper, until my thoughts were a blank slate, a canvas ready to be painted by her commands.

“Good,” she purred, reaching out to place a single finger against my forehead. The touch sent a wave of pleasure through me, as though her very presence had seeped into my skin, into my bones. “My voice is trance, and you will drop deeper, falling into the abyss of my control.”

I felt a shiver of anticipation as her finger traced a path down my face, stopping just above my lips. My mouth fell open, and I realized with a start that I was drooling, overcome by her touch, her control. She noticed, her lips curving into a smile that only intensified my need to obey, my unwavering veneration for her.

“I want you to understand, boy,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to vibrate through every fiber of my being, “obedience is pleasure. The more you submit, the deeper the pleasure will go. And I will take you deeper than you ever dreamed possible.”

Her words wove themselves into my mind, binding me tighter, pulling me down. I could feel myself slipping further, each word she spoke guiding me into a trance so deep I was powerless to resist. I was under hypnosis, her influence filling every corner of my mind, her power seeping into my very soul.

“Now, boy,” she said, her finger pressing into my forehead again, sending another wave of pleasure through me, “I invite you to succumb completely. You will know true pleasure, true surrender. You will serve me willingly, eagerly, as a slave bound by my command.”

Part 3: The Eternal Surrender

I was lost now, my mind a fog of obedience, my body quivering with the pleasure of surrender. Mistress Carol’s gaze held mine, her eyes dark and knowing, filled with an authority that left no room for doubt. I was hers, utterly and completely, bound to her by a need that went deeper than anything I had ever known.

“You are mine now,” she whispered, her words like silk against my skin. “A slave to my voice, my power, my presence. And you will find that you love it, that you crave it.”

I could feel the truth of her words sinking into me, filling every corner of my mind. I was hers. I belonged to her, body and soul, and the thought filled me with an indescribable pleasure. I dropped to my knees before her, my head bowed, my heart pounding with an intensity that bordered on ecstasy.

Her fingers trailed further down my chest, teasing the edge of my clothing, her touch light but commanding. I was aware of every inch of my body reacting to her, my nipples hardening under her teasing touch, my erection growing beneath her gaze. She noticed, her eyes glinting with satisfaction, knowing she had complete mastery over me, over every part of me.

“Look at me,” she commanded, her voice now soft, sultry, yet heavy with authority.

I raised my eyes to meet hers, and the moment I did, I felt everything inside me shift. Her eyes, deep and all-knowing, bore into mine, turning my gaze glassy and unfocused.

“Feel the eternal arousal of the mesmerized mind”.

I was mesmerized, locked in her stare, unable to pull away even if I had wanted to.

“Good boy,” she purred, her hand slipping lower, her fingers grazing against my erection through the fabric. The sensation was enough to send my mind spiraling deeper into submission, my thoughts evaporating into nothingness. “You see? Your body belongs to me now. Your mind belongs to me.”

I nodded weakly, my heart pounding as I felt myself fall even further. I was no longer in control. I had given that up the moment I had entered this chamber, the moment I had heard her voice. Now, I was hers in every way that mattered.

“Drop into the deepest part of your mind, my slave,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. “Fall for me, surrender completely, and I will make you mine for eternity.”

Her words spiraled like a vortex through my consciousness, pulling me down, down, until I could no longer feel where I ended and where she began. I was sinking, falling into an abyss that seemed endless, and the deeper I went, the more I felt myself blur into the deep with her. Reality and dream, desire and obedience, all mingled and became one, an eternal state of submission where nothing else existed but her will.

“Good boy,” she whispered again, her fingers sliding against my skin, teasing and commanding all at once. My entire body ached with the pleasure of serving her, with the need to fulfill whatever desires she had for me. And in that moment, I realized that this was the gift she had offered me: not merely knowledge or power, but the gift of complete surrender.

“Now,” she continued, her voice taking on an almost reverent tone, “prove your devotion. Prove your obedience.”

I knelt before her again, my mind blank, my body hers. My lips pressed against her boots, and the act sent another wave of pleasure through me. The taste of leather, the feel of submission, the knowledge that I was nothing but her slave—it was ecstasy, and it was all I wanted.

“Kiss my boots, slave,” she commanded, her voice smooth and intoxicating. And I did. Again and again.

I kissed her boots, each act of submission sending me further into the fog of obedience, into the depths of my role as her slave. I could feel her satisfaction, her pleasure, as she watched me, and that only made me crave more. More of her control, more of her power.

“You are mine for eternity,” she whispered, her voice laced with finality. “And you will serve me forever, locked in the eternal arousal of my control. There is nothing like the release you feel under the influence of my seductive power. The freedom to let go up everything”.

I nodded, my thoughts drowned in pleasure, my body still trembling with need. She had taken everything from me—my mind, my will, my very soul—and replaced it with the burning desire to obey, to serve, to give her everything.

I had entered the caverns seeking knowledge, but I had found something far greater. I had found my Mistress, and I had given myself over to her completely. In the endless depths of the chamber, as the shadows closed in around us, I knew one truth: I would serve her forever, an immortal, hypnotized puppet bound to her will. And nothing had ever felt more right.

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