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Short Story: A Voice in my Head

18/6/2021

 
Female's Point of View - Special Powers
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​For months now, I’ve had this voice in my head...

At first it was barely a whisper. Something I confused with my own inner voice, but now I know it wasn’t.

It started off so innocently.... Small whispers that felt like my own sub-consciousness giving me little boosts of self-esteem. Most of the time, I didn't even hear the words, but the pleasurable push was still felt.

For example, ​I would dress myself in a tight little number to go out at the bar and look myself over. Then, the more I would admire myself, the more I would feel microscopic spikes of pleasure... And a sort of whisper in the back of my mind... Complimenting me...

What started as sporadic praises eventually evolved to gentle nudging. Soft words that seemed to stick in my thoughts even if I didn't consciously hear them as they echoed in my mind.

Pretty soon, every time I sat in front of my mirror and started to apply my make up, I would feel it as it offered different combinations shades instead of the ones I was about to use. I didn't always bother to listen or consider the strange and annoying ideas I felt pop in my head, but when I did...

I felt this spark of deep joy...

Without really realizing it, that amazing feeling nudged me to listened to the foreign words more and more.

When I finally woke up one morning with the conviction that something WAS happening to me, I started to fear that I was possibly going mad! That the whispers I was hearing were some type of mental illness. But I soon disregarded that fear when I realized that voice was only there to help.

It was just guiding me. Praising me...

Before I truly realized it, the voice was whispering every day. Especially in the mornings when I got ready or in the evenings when I took care of myself. In fact, I suddenly realized one morning, as I listened to the whispers compliment me on my outfit, that I was starting to rely on the voice to know exactly how I should dress.

Especially since the voice always seemed to know what was best.

And that each time it praised me for following it’s suggestions, I would feel the now familiar joyful high bubble up from deep within me.

Of course, I wasn’t a total dummy...

I noticed that the voice constantly nudged me towards sexier outfits and skimpier underwear, but I was a good looking girl so why shouldn’t I be proud to show it off? I work hard to maintain my looks so I figured I had to right to enjoy it right?

Maybe it was wrong of me to indulge and start relying on the voice and MAYBE I might have been able to change what was happening to me. But at the time, it just felt so easy and good to listen to it’s words and follow it’s lead.

More and more I would hear the voice as it continued to guide and praise me during the day. Before I knew it, I was even letting the voice guide my diet and exercise routines!

Why wouldn’t I when listening to the voice gave me such a peaceful and docile feeling of happiness?

Besides... Each suggestion only served to boost my health and moral.

After months, the voice progressively took over my habits until I would actively wait to hear it’s guidance before taking any decision related to my looks or meals.

Even if the voice wasn’t my own, I felt like it had become part of me none the less.

I’ve never been healthier or sexier in my entire life! If anything, I was extremely grateful to the strange and wonderful voice for keeping me so focused.

And so euphorically happy!

Every day the voice urged me on and guided me to be prettier and sexier. I found myself almost addicted to the docile joy I felt when ever I agreed or listened to the voice’s increasing demands.

So much so that I never even thought to question it when it started to whisper sexual things when I lay down in my bed at night. The calm joy would buzz in my mind as the voice described erotic scenes while I drifted off to sleep.

​I wasn’t always able to fully grasp the scene it was painting for me, but I felt like I could feel it... Experience it... I would wake up in morning having a deep conviction that I had erotic dreams. Needless to say, it didn’t take long for my nights to get a little hotter than they usually were.

The voice gently nudged me to touch myself as I listened to it’s erotic voice and like everything it suggested I do, I didn’t fight it and obliged.

Which felt even more amazing than when I listened to it’s wardrobe or diet requests. 

My dreams became clearer and every morning, I would wake up with the most delicious of arousals as it spread to cover my entire body like some warm afternoon sun.

And the more I indulged, the longer that feeling lasted as I went about my day...

After a few weeks of this, I found myself spending every waking moment in a sort of deliciously docile haze of arousal has the voice in my head spoke to me more and more.

Eventually, I started to realize that the voice never suggested that I let my nightly masturbation session find their release. So of course, I ended up edging instead of chasing my pleasure to its rewarding conclusion.

Did it play into my euphoric feeling and constant arousal? Most certainly...

But the voice didn’t tell me to indulge and make myself cum so I didn’t. In fact, it praised me when ever I got close and stopped myself before the pleasure became too intense.

Which only made me happier because I craved the voice’s praise and the euphoria it brought.

Somewhere along the line, I had completely fallen for the voice in my head. It’s constant guidance and praise had transformed my life and I felt incredibly grateful that it had. 

By listening to the voice, I had gained a killer body and spent my entire day on a cloud of constant sensual arousal. I had never been healthier or as beautiful. I felt incredible good about myself and the incredible sex appealed it all generated just served to prove that I had done the right thing by listening to the voice in my head.

I had fallen in love with that voice and I didn’t even know who it was.

But that was about to change...

This morning, the voice finally asked a question. After months of praise and guidance, it actually asked me a question. It never had before... Even when I would find myself talking to it and asking if it liked the outfit I had chosen. Or even before that when I still worried that I was mad and I would ask it point blank who it was and why it was speaking to me.

It had always ignored my questions and simply guided and praised...

Until today.

“Do you wish to meet me?”
it asked seductively.

I was taken aback by the sudden change. The voice had never been so clear in my mind and I paused to appreciate just how intense is truly was. But I didn't savor it for long. The voice had asked a question and it always felt good to be nice and docile for the voice. It wanted an answer and I wasn't going to deny it.

Of course, I said yes.

So I listened and obeyed as it called out to me. Guiding me through the city as I made my way to the source of the wonderful voice in my head.

Who ever it was...

They had guided and nurtured me for months. Slowly chipping out the bad and refining the good so that I became the best and sexiest version of myself. They had been with me every step of the way to praise and help me become what I am today. 

And it had all felt exquisitely amazing...

So naturally, I was determined to explore what ever they had in store for me. 

I knew I had already submitted to the voice because it had shined a light on the docile euphoria that was struggling to bloom inside me.

I knew that the arousal I felt had nothing to do with the physical nature of sexual intercourse because it went so much deeper.

I knew that my happiness and joy had everything to do with the owner of the voice in my head because in comparison, I had never been truly as happy as I was now.

And as I listened to the voice and slowly undressed before the door it had lead me to, I knew that I had been craving to give myself to the owner of that incredible voice for the last few weeks...

Because deep down, I wanted to give myself over to the exquisite freedom of never having to decide anything for myself again...

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