Short Story: Understanding

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis

​I didn't understand before...
But Master helped me see.
 
I didn't understand how a woman could let a man dictate her life. Let him make all the decisions and let him take control. I couldn't understand why she would choose to let it happen.
 
I didn't understand, but Master helped me see.
 
I didn't understand the allure and pleasures that come from a woman submitting herself to the will of a man. I always loved to take charge of my sexuality and pleasure, so letting someone else take the reins seemed ludicrous to me. I always pitied the submissive women I saw around me.
 
I didn't understand, but Master helped me see.

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I didn't understand how someone could willingly kneel and bow their heads. How someone could accept her place at the feet of another. To freely offer herself to someone else's desires.
 
I didn't understand, but Master helped me see.
 
​I didn't understand how a woman could subject herself to hypnotic control. I couldn't fathom why she would let a man play around in her mind. Let him sculpt her thoughts and desires to his liking. Let him enter her memories and explore her deepest darkest desires. Let him walk among them as if they were flowers in a garden. Let him cultivate them before watching him as he made them bloom into wonderfully erotic day dreams.
 
I didn't understand, but Master helped me see.
 
I didn't understand how a woman could love to be a man's plaything. His sexual puppet... His love slave... The concept of willing slavery was completely foreign to me. To give up on one's own carnal pleasure in service to a man's desires seemed so impossible.
 
I didn't understand, but Master helped me see.
 
I didn't understand how a woman could give up her own sexual release in favor of something so intangible as mental pleasure. An impossible thing to imagine until you've given up on orgasms and experienced it first hand. A pleasure that comes from complete devotion and service to a man. I couldn't imagine a pleasure greater than the pure erotic release that comes from sexual activities. I couldn't fathom a bliss so deep and textured that it eclipses everything else.
 
I didn't understand, but Master helped me see.
 
I didn't understand how a woman could kneel for hours, just to be on display for her man. How she could work hard to prepare a sumptuous meal for him just to slip under the table and wait to see if he wished to receive oral pleasure as he savored the fruits of her labor.
 
I didn't understand, but Master helped me see.
 
I didn't understand how a woman could spend hours every day training her body for his pleasure. How she could edge herself again and again until she stayed in a state of perpetual horny bliss. How she could train herself to always be wet and ready for her man's sudden desires.
 
I didn't understand, but Master helped me see.
 
I didn't understand how a woman could spend hours fighting her own body just to gain control over her gag reflex. How she could subject herself to such a pointless goal just to be able to better please her man.
 
I didn't understand, but Master helped me see.
 
I didn't understand how a woman could let a man sodomize her. Let him plunge his manhood in a place inside herself devoid of real pleasure. Let him take her until the pain becomes pleasure. I couldn't imagine why a woman would train herself by inserting bigger and bigger plugs just so she could better please her man.
 
I didn't understand, but Master helped me see.
 
I didn't understand how a woman could let a man hypnotize her to a point where the simplest words became doorways to strange and erotic sensations. To reactions she couldn't hope to control. Words that could take her mind on incredible adventures. Words that made her experience impossible personalities. Words that became unbreakable commands she could not refuse.
 
I didn't understand, but Master helped me see.
 
On a dare and full of curiosity, I decided I would try. I wanted to know. To experience a small part of everything I didn't understand. I opened the door and let him inside.
 
He placed me under his hypnotic spell with ease. Cradling my mind in his intentions and guidance until he was able to  walk in my hidden garden of desires and strolled through my forgotten secrets. He realized immediately the extent of the things I didn't understand. He hypnotized me and explored my mind until he was satisfied he could help me see what he saw.
 
I didn't understand, but Master helped me see all the things I wasn't experiencing. With infinite patience and unyielding resolve, he slowly guided me towards perfect clarity.
 
Now, I understand why I love to be his.
Now I understand why I let him take away my sexual release.
Now I understand why I love to submit to his desires.
Now I understand why I kneel for his pleasure.
Now I understand why I spend hours every day training my body to become his perfect toy.
Now I understand why his pleasure is the most important thing in my life.
Now I understand why I gave up my free will to experience the utter and complete high of serving him.
Now I understand why I only wear my collar around the house.
Now I understand why I love to be used as a pleasure sleeve for his manhood.
Now I understand why I love to please my Master.
Now I understand why his words are absolute law.
Now I understand why I obey his every command.
Now I understand why I love to be owned.
 
I didn't understand, but now that Master has cultivated my mental garden of desires, my understanding bloomed and became so erotically beautiful. Now I understand it all so perfectly.
 
​And I couldn't be happier.

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