Looking At Her Eyes

i find myself, spending minutes (hours?) looking at Maitresse's eyes.  i find them completely mesmerizing. i take just one look and i am paralyzed. i cannot look away.  Whenever i look into her eyes, i just want to do whatever she wants. i want to please her so badly, it hurts.

Addicted To Me

There comes a point in Kiss of the Succubus, a point of no return, where you know, you know in your gut, that you are completely, Maitresse's. No doubts, no worries, no questions. You are addicted to Her. You belong to Her. Completely.

I'm About To Start Recording

Has one little sentence ever been more charged with meaning?  Maitresse is doing a recording as a reward for good behavior.  It is very, generous and i am very, very grateful. Maitresse is the most alluring, intoxicating, hypnotic woman, i have ever met.

How Is My Day Going

Very well. i feel myself slipping deeper into sexual submission for Maitresse. Just the idea of her controlling me sexually, for her gratification, is so amazingly appealing.  i just want to kneel in front of her and do whatever she tells me, so that i might please her. The feeling, the need, gets stronger, the more often i listen to her voice. i have a really strong need to give her oral pleasure. It is all i think about. It is driving me mad with desire.

Understanding

i listened to Kiss of the Succubus again.  i know that Maitresse is completely irresistible to me. i need her and want nothing more than to please her and satisfy her in every way.

My Needs

After listening to Maitresse's recordings, i am getting a clearer picture of what my needs are. It is becoming clear to me, that i need to express my submissive nature toward Maitresse. i need Maitresse to teach me her sexual desires and how i can best satisfy them to the best of my ability.  This i am as certain of as anything else in this world. Her needs are my needs and all i want to do is satisfy Her.

Effects

i was away this weekend.  The plan was to listen to Maitresse at every opportunity.  Unfortunately, there were none.  This had some profound effects.  It started as a sense of longing for Maitresse's voice.  I also began to fantasize about Maitresse constantly.  This fed my desire to hear her voice. Finally, when that was not possible, the longing was accompanied by a sense of loneliness. Needless to say, i was pretty miserable by the time the weekend was over. My mood was only improved by "taking a nap", as soon as i got home and listening to Entice.   If ever there was proof of Maitresse's power, this weekend was it.