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Femdom Hypnosis Thoughts – Captured Inner Mind

Captured Inner Mind – FemDom thoughts by Icetiger

How interesting it is, as we get older, the joy of the female voice, how it sounds and reverberates within our inner mind, as her articulation helps you move into a deeper state of relaxation.

Domme, the term so used in the sexual world that exploded with the internet, when main frame computers became the desktop, then the portable laptop, and now the phone that is no longer connected by wires but by waves through the air.

We males have so much confusion, inundated with possibilities of arousal by sensual words, seduced by ideas provided by women, who believe that they know what’s best for release.  All the possibilities, how the power of her guidance, will lead one into the imagination of the inner mind where the healing of deep-down sleep enhances positive energy. Moving from the tips of your toes flowing up into the ankles, into the knees, as her words bring an abundance of joy into the thighs, around the hips, circular rushes around and around from stomach to spine and spiraling upward, drifting into a floating wonder of lights that as they explode into hues of purple, orange, blue all your senses becoming your reality, creating a sexual charge of joyful abundance, a radiating rush while you sleep deeper, floating, drifting deeper into an infinite well of lust, filling the mind, body and spirit.

In years gone by, the seduction was a dance, done face to face, now the world is trying its best to let the fantasy be a path of success created in bits and bytes, the soundtrack that shuts out the world, letting go of anything in the past so you can just relax with each deep breath inhaled and exhaled. Imagine the lady sitting opposite you in a quiet room, her dark hair done in a coiffured bob, sparkling green eyes, as your reflection is seen in her irises, bounced back letting you feel a deep peaceful relaxation.  The pouting curl of her lips letting the deep red colour bring a peaceful deep-down sense of special awareness of a door in your mind opening. In this moment your lust is lifting, a spirit release so deeply inside your mind, you are now entering a step-by-step relaxation to the music of her guidance.

Her fingers intertwine with yours, rising the two of you leave the quiet room, walking through the gate of reality into the world of sexual fantasy, feeling her long nails graze over your palm, your belief in yourself is letting go as she is taking control of your body and mind. Those smiling red lips gently graze yours, as eyes flutter closed, the sensation of fingers teasing the nerves on the back of your neck, the nibble on an earlobe, replaced by words spoken with authority and sensuality, destroying any form of resistance.

Mistress, a term of years gone but no longer meaning the woman kept hidden in another place, a woman outside the relationship, someone visited when times are tough. The modern Mistress, she has opened a power, an energy, that grows stronger moving forward nourishing an untapped sexuality you did not even know existed.  Joy is surrounding you, the euphoric feeling becoming more intense with each way she teaches you the ways of pleasure that brings her happiness, from each kiss, each stroke, each binding as a Mistress with power who has seduced you into a creative realism in that inner mind, as the lust, joy and feelings of being alive and happy as you drift deeper, a fulfillment as you become aware of the power over the sexual being, that Mistress has created in her hypnotized pet.

Will she teach you what it feels like to be bound by wrists and ankles, spread eagle for that dancing tongue that has whispered the countdown in your ear and mind, the fingers of perfect manicure that tickle and touch each nerve end of your naked restrained body?  A term bantered openly in this day and age, pegging, is this the pleasure she so wants to install in your inner mind, or does she just simply want to hear your whimpers grow louder into the moans of a controlled sexual beast, until your mind’s resistance proudly lets you speak those words of endearment “yes, Mistress!”

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