Possessed

I've always loved the idea of possession, being trapped in your body, unable to do anything, but see what they're doing with you. So... Here's my take on it. Part of it.

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You wake up to pleasure. Why- why is your hand between your legs? Why can you not stop? It feels like you have been edging for hours. The mix of need and lust and arousal, fogging you mind. Again, you try to pull your hand away, but to no avail, your hand is out of control.

“Mmm… Why would you stop, plaything? When it feels this good”. The voice comes suddenly, soft, sweet, but authoritative “Keep going. I want to see how much pleasure this body of yours can take.” You sit up, looking around for the speaker.

A laugh. “Ah, are you looking for me? Silly human. I’m inside you by now.” You don’t understand. You try to get up, but as you move to, your hand stops touching or a second. At which point, another limb loses control, and you fall back onto your bed.

“No no no. You’re not going anywhere. Let me just…” Your hand goes back to touching yourself. The pleasure growing ever more. “There you go. Listen to me. Why would you want to stop? Doesn’t this feel good?” The voice is insistent.

You can feel it like a pressure in your mind, pushing out your thoughts. And it does feel good. That thought makes the pleasure climb, reaching a new peak. Your other hand joins the first now, you try feebly to stop them, but nothing you do works.

You try to speak, to say no, but the words won’t pass your lips. It’s just you, and the pleasure, and the voice. “Come on. Keep going. I want you to want this. And I’m sure you do. Deep down. You want this lack of control. You want this pleasure.”

The voice is making a convincing argument, though, your mind is so full of pleasure that it’s hard to muster any thoughts to argue back. “Go on, pet. Give in to this pleasure. It feels good. Tell me you will do as you are told, and you can have more.”

“I-I-I will do as I am told.” You speak the words. More pleasure, yes. Please. The want, the need, the lust. It’s the only thing in your mind anymore. Any thoughts of resistance are gone. The voice laughs in you head, and you feel the pleasure climbing towards an orgasm.

“Do you want to cum, plaything? Just nod. Don’t speak.” You nod your head vigorously, the only action you can take, and then feel your back arch as the orgasm rips through you. It’s so good, so terribly good. You can feel yourself almost detaching from your own body.

In fact, you can feel that. Retreating to your mind. You can feel your body, but you can’t seem to control it. The voice is laughing again. “Good, good plaything. I’m going to take you for a little walk. You rest, I’ll give you back for a while, once I’m done.”