Short Story: The Hands I Worship

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis

Master has commented that I should write about why I decided to give myself to him. Both body and mind. We some times act as if he has done all this to me, and in a way he has, but I chose to submit.
Why I decided to bow down.
Why I decided to let him hypnotize me.
Of course, I can hear some of you girls out there arguing that if I let him hypnotize me, I can’t be sure if I truly wanted all this.
Maybe you are right.
But I trust Master and my own memories.
Why?
Because of the way I worship him.

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Because I still feel attracted to him in the same ways as before. Because what attracted me to him wasn’t his strong shoulders or his incredibly well build frame. It isn’t his confident stare as he undresses me with his eyes. And as much as I love his fat cock, my attraction doesn’t start there.
It’s his hands...
Don’t get me wrong, I know he slowly guided my mind towards what he wanted me to become. What I am now. I love that about our relationship. I submitted to him, yes, but I still wasn’t exactly what he wanted me to be. So he hypnotized me again and again until all my fears and desires changed to suit his needs. I knew he would. Over the course of these last few months, he made me flower into his perfect little fuck toy. I’ll do anything for him now. I’ll please him in every way he wishes. Much better than I ever could when we first started. He guided and trained me until I was perfect. Open... Obedient...
And yet, I still feel the same fire as when I decided to let him begin. All because of his hands. Why am I so turned on by them? Because to me, they embody his dominance. His confidence. His control.
Because his hands can build as much as destroy. They can hurt as much as they can comfort. With a single finger, he can tell me all I need to know. With a tender touch, he can sooth my worst fears. With a snap of his fingers, he lets me know I was wrong.
And with a hard slap... I understand I’ve been a bad girl.
To me, they represent everything I understand about power and guidance. I’ve always felt this way. I still shiver with need every time his fingers trace my curves. I almost cum as his firm grip tightens around my throat.
I feel like clay in his hands and that is what turns me on the most.