Enslaved by Goddess - Chapter 1: The Dream [M30sF1,000(immortal Goddess)][Seduction][Mindgasm][Femdom]

He didn’t know what woke him, and no matter how many times he relived that night, no matter how many times the dream chased him, he never would. 

The autumn breeze blowing through the open window turned the night air cool and crisp, sending tingles up and down his body, making him shiver in a not-unpleasant way. Little pulses of pleasure pricked his skin, aftershocks of the dream refusing to fade completely. The humming fan on his dresser was the only sound breaking the stillness. 

He’d gotten used to dreaming vividly. Waking on top of sweat-soaked sheets, with the windows open wide to the symphony of the city surrounding him - the honking cars and foot traffic working as an unconventional lullaby to soothe him back to sleep.

The coolness of the breeze didn’t wake him, nor did the noise coming in from the street below, the voices of the crowds of late night partiers all rushing to get home before sunrise. Mark went from sleep to awake in an instant, as if someone had given him a good shake or shouted his name in his ear.

He sat up straight in bed, blinking at the dark, hearing nothing but the lazy, repetitive hum of the fan, the murmur of voices down below, the hurried honking of horns as taxi drivers tried to muscle their way past one another. All sounds he knew as well as his own voice, and nothing to cause that seductive, tingling shiver down his spine. 

But now, awake, he felt the chill in the air and the pulsing, pleasurable tingles on his skin, like little electric shocks of arousal wrapped around every inch of him. He wished it was morning so he could wake up and get lost in his regular routine, letting the mundanity of it wash over him until that sense of other faded away, dissolved in the daylight. 

As he rolled over and glanced at the clock, he saw the neon glow of the numbers on the screen. 6 AM. An in-between time. Still dark, not quite tomorrow, yet almost time to start a new day. Tangled in his bedsheets, pulsing with the aftershocks of another hot sex dream, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t alone. Someone else was there. She was there. He could still taste her on his tongue, could feel her control pulsing through his body, could almost feel the soft weight of her on top of him, forcing him to submit to her power.

His hands twitched slightly, reaching out, before he closed them into fists. He couldn’t quite name her or see her face. He only knew that the tingling, pulsing aftershocks of the dream seemed to be intensifying the longer he was awake, flowing through him in wave after wave of pleasure. Pushing him almost to the edge of… something. God, his dick was so hard. 

He needed to get a grip. The cobwebs of sleep were still weaving through his mind, distorting reality. Every time he closed his eyes he saw flashes of her, felt her hands stroking and teasing and torturing him. Heard her telling him how to worship her, how to please her. Every night the dreams were becoming more and more intense. 

He felt like he was going crazy. Who was she? Why was he dreaming of her so intensely? How could a figment of his imagination haunt him and make him feel so much physical pleasure? It didn’t make sense. 

He traced his fingertips down his chest, circling his nipples. Pinching them, pulling them between his fingers, mimicking a sucking motion. His dick jumped. Fuck. He could almost feel her hands circling, pinching, pulling. Her mouth, sucking and licking. It felt so good. 

He moved one hand down lower, cupping his dick. Not stroking yet. She never let him have it right away. He had to wait. He was her obedient, good boy. That’s right. His body trembled, tingling more intensely. She was everywhere, and nowhere all at once. It was driving him insane. 

He started stroking, unable to wait any longer. He needed her, and she wasn’t there. Up and down, up and down, twisting a little at the tip, needing to feel some friction. Some sense of closeness to the phantom inside his head. Behind his closed eyelids, he tried to see her face, and only saw a blurry outline. Only felt a softness, a wetness, an unyielding control. 

That’s right, he was under her control. Yes. Yes, yes. His hips jerked as he stroked faster, flashbacks of the dream exploding in his mind. She used him. God, she used him like her personal slut. Touching and teasing and … he couldn’t remember. 

All he knew was that he was hers. But how could he be hers, when she didn’t exist? It didn’t matter in that moment - all that mattered was how good it felt to know he was hers, how good it felt to surrender and stroke and leak and tingle and tremble with a building heat between his legs. He was going to cum. Hard. 

There weren’t words for what she was doing to him. She was taking over his mind, his body. And there was nothing he could do to stop it. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to try. It felt so good. She felt so good. He could almost feel her wrapped around him right now…

But no. He couldn’t keep playing around. At this rate he would be a drooling, mindless cum slut for an imaginary woman and he was starting to lose the ability to think that was a bad thing…

Who was he kidding, he’d lost that ability weeks ago. 

He pumped his dick once, twice, trying to calm himself down and pull himself back from the edge. It felt like every time he imagined fucking her, every time he came imagining the feel of his dick in her tight, wet pussy, the deeper she penetrated his mind. Sweat covered his skin, amplifying the chill in the air and the breeze from the fan, pulling his awareness toward reality. 

He glanced at the clock. 7 AM. Exactly one hour until he needed to meet Dr. Amiyah for his appointment. Maybe today he’d get some answers. 

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He pulled into the parking lot at 7:45 AM on the dot. He didn’t want to be late. He had been impatiently waiting for this appointment for two weeks. Dr. Amiyah was supposed to be the best at helping patients overcome mental… challenges. Or psychotic breaks. Or whatever the hell this was. 

He walked up to her office door, wiping his palms on his pants, clenching and unclenching his jaw. This had to work. If it didn’t work, he was going to need a lobotomy. Or a fleshlight and a gallon of lube. Or… something. 

He knocked on the door, and heard the delicate tap-tap-tap of high heels quickly coming closer, before the door opened to reveal an older, very tiny curly-haired, brown-skinned woman with very large red glasses perched on her nose. She looked up at him with piercingly intelligent brown eyes and held out her hand. 

“Mr. Molina?”

“Yes. Dr. Amiyah? It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” she said with a slight, warm smile, firmly shaking his hand once before letting go and leading him into her office. “Do come in. You can have a seat on the couch and make yourself comfortable. Let me gather my papers and we can begin.”

Mark made his way to the couch and sat down, sinking into the soft cushions. He didn’t like how soft the couch was. It reminded him of something else soft, something else he loved to sink into… his dick twitched. Fuck. 

“So, Dr…” Mark cleared his throat, adjusting his position on the couch. “You didn’t say much about what I told you when I booked my appointment. Do you think you will be able to help me?”

Dr. Amiyah looked up at Mark from over her glasses, pausing reading the papers on her desk. For some reason, the air felt suddenly tense. Or maybe Mark was just nervous. He held his breath, waiting for her to tell him something, anything that would save him from losing his last shreds of sanity completely. 

“To be honest, Mark, I need more information from you before I can begin to formulate a treatment plan. I’ve been able to help several patients overcome mental blocks, nightmares, and recurring dreams of all sorts… but you were a bit vague on the details of what exactly you are experiencing. So, before I can answer your question, I need you to answer a few of mine. Can you do that for me?”

Mark swallowed nervously, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. He didn’t think about the dreams if he could help it. He avoided them in his mind, locked them in a room and left them there. If he thought about the dreams… he couldn’t be responsible for what might happen. What he might do. But he needed help. Desperately. So if there was a chance this doctor could help him…

“Yes, doctor. I can do that.”

“Wonderful.” Dr. Amiyah moved from behind her desk to sit in an armchair across from Mark and took out a notebook and a fountain pen, poised and ready to write down his deepest, darkest secrets. “Then let’s begin.”

“Mark, what can you tell me about your dreams?”

“Well… I’ll try to explain.” He moved to lie down on the couch, grabbing a pillow and placing it over his lap, looking at the ceiling instead of at her. Anywhere but at her as he continued talking. “It’s a little strange, so… I’ll try to open up as well as I can.”

“That’s perfectly alright, Mark. It’s normal to feel nervous or a little strange about sharing with me. But please, try to trust that I am here to help you. Let’s start small. When did your dreams begin?”

“I’m not sure exactly. I don’t know. It has definitely been at least three weeks, I think. I remember having an intense, vivid dream once three weeks or so ago… but now it happens every night. And I can’t rest. When I wake up I feel exhausted and I’m sweating and I’m so nee- I mean, I really feel like I need help.”

“I see. It seems like these dreams are very intense and distressing. I can understand why you came to me for help. And I want to help you, Mark. I’m sure we can figure it out together. And to help you, I need more details, if you feel comfortable sharing with me. Can you tell me more about the first dream you had? Any details you can share could help me understand why this is happening and how to help you.”

Mark swallowed, feeling a bead of sweat roll from his forehead, down his cheek, to his neck. It tickled unpleasantly on the way down. 

“Yes. I’ll try to remember.” He closed his eyes. Who am I kidding? He thought. As if I could forget. 

“The first dream was about a woman. She was so beautiful. Otherworldly beautiful. I don’t know how to explain it. I can’t describe her. I don’t remember details about her. I only know she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He cleared his throat and chuckled. “That probably sounds like nonsense, but it’s the closest I can explain it to you. I just… know.”

“I couldn’t see her face. It was kind of blurry or foggy, like something was in the way, a kind of glowy cloud of dim light. But her body.” He couldn’t help it. He groaned a little. He tried not to push the pillow in his lap against his semi-hard dick. He really tried. “Fuck, her body is so sexy. I glanced up at her face once, but I couldn’t do it again because something was forcing me to look at her…uhh…”

He blinked, the ceiling coming back into focus. What the hell was he doing. His cheeks felt hot, and he tried to push himself up off of the couch, but Dr. Amiyah reached over and gently pushed him back down. 

“It’s okay, Mark. You can share with me. You are safe here. I am here to listen. I will not judge anything you choose to tell me.”

He settled back down into the couch, focusing hard on a spot above him where paint had chipped away and left behind bare plaster. Deep breath in, exhale out. He could do this. 

“Okay. It’s a little….you know…” He gave an embarrassed laugh, “but okay. I was forced to look at her breasts. She had gorgeous, huge, firm breasts. She was wearing a black lace bra. She was massaging her breasts around and around in circles, over and over. I couldn’t look away. Something forced me to keep my eyes focused on the movement of her perfect breasts. And there was something else… I don’t know, it was kind of scary, and very, very strange.”

“I see. You liked looking at her breasts, Mark?”

“Yes. I absolutely did. What man wouldn’t have enjoyed that? But then something .. happened. And it scared the hell out of me.”

“Can you tell me?”

“Yes. It was her voice. No, I mean, not her voice but what she was saying. She only said one word. Goddess. She said it again and again and again. Goddess. And her voice was low and soothing and charming. Goddess. Every few seconds, Goddess. And all of a sudden… I was responding. Every time she said Goddess I answered. Goddess.” He shifted on the couch to get more comfortable. Definitely not to rub his now-hard dick against that pillow as he continued talking. “I felt calm and relaxed. It felt really good. And still, I woke up sweating and exhausted. I felt like I’d run a marathon.”

“I see. And so you remember how your body reacted during the dream?”

“Well, in the first dream nothing happened. That was it. But as they continued… it got hotter every night. First she was sitting on my lap, her legs around my waist and her hands were pushing my face into her breasts. She was grinding against me and I was so fuc- excuse me.” He paused and caught himself just in time before he rolled his hips and pushed his hard, aching dick against the pillow. That was close. “I was so hard. And all I heard, all I could say was Goddess.”

“In the next dream, she wasn’t wearing a bra anymore. I was licking and sucking her perfect nipples, squeezing her big, heavy breasts in my hands as she kept grinding back and forth and back and forth against my dick and plaything with my hair. My body was shaking so hard, and again all I could hear and all I could think was Goddess.”

“The dreams started to become more frequent, until I was dreaming about her every night. And every dream got … wilder.” He looked over at Dr. Amiyah, then quickly looked away again, back to that bare spot on the ceiling. “You said this is a safe space, right? No judgement?”

Dr. Amiyah smiled that slight, warm smile again and nodded. “That’s right, Mark. No judgement.”

“I…I was licking her between her legs. And all I heard was this soothing, silky voice in my mind saying Goddess… Goddess… Goddess, setting the rhythm of my licking. Like a metronome. I felt like I was floating.”

“I feel like I’m going crazy, Doctor. I don’t know who she is. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman like this. Why do I call her Goddess? Why do I do these things in my dreams? Why do the dreams feel calming while I’m in them, but when I wake up I’m exhausted? Why can’t I see her face?”

The office was quiet, the sound of Mark’s panting breaths the only thing breaking the stillness. It suddenly struck him how absurd it all was. Even now, he was so needy for her. He was aching for her. He wanted to go to sleep, to drift off right there and let the dreams take over his mind and body again. He spoke again, voice croaking as he reached a hand up to cover his eyes. 

“I wake up, and I am covered in sweat. My days are ruined because I can’t stop thinking about her, and all of these questions are constantly running through my head. What’s going on with me, doctor?”

“Those are all very good questions. Experiencing dreams this vivid can be very distressing. But I might know a way we can try to answer your questions, if you are willing to try it with me.”

Mark felt like he might cry. There was hope! Thank any god who existed. 

“Really?” He said, voice hoarse. “You really think you can help me?”

“Yes. I can help you go back into your dream and try to find some answers. Would you like to try that?”

“I’m… not sure, honestly. I’m a little afraid of going back. It feels so good, but it scares the hell out of me. It’s so intense. I feel like I could get lost in the dream and never find my way out again.”

“Is that your main fear? Getting lost in the dream?”

“No. I’m more afraid of how intensely my body reacts to the dreams. I’m - excuse me, doctor - I’m already rock hard just talking about it.”

“I see. Mark, it’s completely natural to react strongly to this sort of dream. Especially in a physical way. In fact, going back and allowing yourself to feel all of it could help me understand how I can best help you overcome it. But of course, it’s up to you. It’s your choice whether we try it or not.”

“I guess I don’t have a choice, do I? I need help. I need something. And if you say this is the way you can help, then I trust you. I don’t have any other options right now.”

“You always have a choice, Mark. We could end this session now and I can take my notes and try to find other treatment options for you if that’s what you prefer. This is only a suggestion, and the most immediate way to get results.”

Immediate results. Yes. That sounded good. He needed to get back to some sort of normal immediately. 

Mark nodded, mouth firmly set, and said, “Let’s do it, doctor.”

“Alright. Then I will dim the lights a bit, and we will get started.”

With a soft click, the lights in the office went mostly dark, only shadows and a little light were left to illuminate the room. Mark closed his eyes and let himself start to drift down into that sleepy space in his mind he now thought of as dream-time. 

“Have you ever heard of hypnosis, Mark?” Dr. Amiyah asked as she settled back into her chair. 

“Not really. I’ve seen it on tv shows a few times. Poison ivy used it on Batman I think.”

Dr. Amiyah chuckled. “Yes and no. Hypnosis isn’t like what you see on tv or in movies. It’s not really mind control. It’s more like… focusing really hard, while being really relaxed at the same time. It can be very useful, and helpful, and sometimes pleasurable, under the right circumstances. It’s an altered state of consciousness where you are much more open to suggestion. And in that altered state, I can guide you back to your dream and hopefully understand more about what’s happening to you and why.”

“Ah, so you’re going to hypnotize me, doctor?”

“Yes, Mark. I am. I’d like you to take some deep breaths for me. In and out. Deeply in… and out. Inhaling and exhaling, slowly and relaxed, at a pace that feels best to you.”

Mark started breathing in and out, focusing on his breath, feeling his body rise and fall with each inhale, every exhale. 

“During this trance, you can allow yourself to drift and float and experience anything and everything you wish to experience. I will be there with you, but I am not important. I’m only an invisible observer, and although you know I’m there, it doesn’t bother you that I’m observing. You know I am observing to be able to help you. I am here to help. And you can drift, and float, and experience anything and everything you wish to experience knowing that you are safe and there is someone here to help you.”

“We’re going to drift down now, Mark. Deeper down into a soft, relaxing trance. It feels good to drift down into this soft, relaxing trance. It feels good and right and natural to drift down into this soft, relaxing trance and as you drift down into this soft, relaxing trance, you know that something pleasurable is waiting for you the deeper you go. You want to go deeper. You need to go deeper. It feels so good to go deeper.”

Dr. Amiyah’s voice was coming from somewhere far away. Mark could hear it, but it was not important. He was drifting down, and down, and down, closer and closer to his Goddess. His body felt so relaxed, his dick was hard with anticipation. He wanted to be with her. His Goddess. She was so close. Almost there. 

His only thought was, ‘I need your therapy, I need your therapy, I need your therapy.’

Mark’s eyes opened. He knew Dr. Amiyah was right there, but he couldn’t see her face. It was too dark. She looked blurry. He felt funny. 

“You need my therapy, good boy?”

His dick jumped at the sound of that voice. He couldn’t answer. All he could think was, ‘Yes!’

“Mmmm… yes you do. My good boy. Tell me what’s keeping you awake, good boy. Why is it so hard to sleep?”

She stood over him, her big, beautiful naked breasts swaying above his eyes, back and forth and back and forth. 

“Speak. Now.”

“The thought of being in your office with you, being open with you, being melted by you…” His dick was leaking. He couldn’t stop it, his hand started reaching for his dick. He needed to feel the friction, something, anything - but he was frozen before he could touch himself. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not so fast, slut. That doesn’t belong to you. It turns you on to be at my mercy, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he was very certain that she smiled when he said that.

“Goddess….” her voice sent a wave of tingles through his entire body, from head to toe. His dick started throbbing and aching. He started panting and with a shaky, hoarse voice said, “Yes. Yes, Goddess.”

“Do you want to relive your dreams and find some answers, good boy?”

Mark started squirming, his hands frozen by his sides, unable to move, unable to touch himself without her command. 

“Mmmm,” he nodded, “I need your therapy.”

“Say yes, and I will help you.”

“Uhh..” He couldn’t think. His head was spinning, his dick was throbbing and tingling and he was so, so needy. “Yes Goddess.

“That’s my good boy. Just focus on me now, slut.”

“Yes Goddess.”

“Focus on my nipples while I pinch them and circle them with my fingers.”

Mark looked up, eyes glued to her nipples. He could only obey. He didn’t have a choice.

“Yes Goddess.”

“My tits are so big and heavy. You love my tits, don’t you slut? You love when I massage them around and around in circles like this.”

“Yes Goddess.” His dick was so hard he thought it would explode, tingling and throbbing and twitching with hot, wet, desperate need.

“I’m going to straddle you now. Don’t worry, this will help you. Are you ready, slut?”

Fuck, so ready. “Yes, Goddess.”

“Good. Mmmmm. So hard for me already. I can feel it. I wonder how it would feel if I grabbed your aching, leaking cock and rubbed my clit against your tip while you watched me squeeze my tits and pinch my pretty pink nipples.”

His hips jerked. He needed her. Now. He might die if she didn’t fuck him. 

“Focus on my fingers, slut. Focus on them pinching and twisting while I rub my clit against your hard, sensitive tip.”

She unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. The cool air of the office felt good against his hot skin. Mark gasped as she firmly grabbed his cock, pumping once, twice, rubbing her thumb against the tip, smearing his precum around and around, making him slick and wet. 

“Y-yes, Goddess. I need your therapy. I need your therapy. I need your therapy.”

“That’s right, slut. You do.”

She straddled him. Her hot, wet pussy just barely grazed his sensitive, leaking tip. Just enough for him to feel her wetness, her softness. Just enough for him to need so much more. His hips bucked, trying to reach her, and she laughed. 

“Ah, ah ah, little slut. Look how needy you are for me. Pathetic.”

She leaned down, her big, bouncy tits in his face. Her pussy lips parted enough for the tip of his dick to be enveloped inside of her as she used one hand to rub his dick up and down her pussy, covering him in her juices, before beginning to bounce softly against him. Lightly tapping his dick against her clit. 

“Suck my tits, slut. Now. Squeeze them.”

Mark groaned with pleasure. “Yes Goddess, I obey.” His hands free to move, he reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them as he shoved both nipples in his mouth and started sucking as she continued to push her clit against his dick. 

“That’s my good boy. Such. A. Good. Boy.”

All Mark could say with his mouth full was a very enthusiastic, “Mmmm.”

“I’m here because I only want to help you understand your dreams. Did you dream about this, slut?”

He stopped sucking her nipples only long enough to say a hurried, “Yes Goddess, thank you Goddess.” Fuck this was what he needed. This is all he ever needed. It felt so good. She felt so good. He didn’t want to do it yet, he was trying to fight it, but he was already so close to cumming.

“How do you feel right now, slut?”

“Empty and happy,” he panted, pushing his hips upward, trying to rub harder against her hot, wet pussy as he flicked his tongue against her hard nipples.

“Mmm.. that’s right, good boy. You’re empty and happy for me. Just a mindless pleasure toy for me to use.”

‘Yes Goddess’, he thought, finally feeling her wetness dripping down his dick. His whole body started shaking with wave after wave of intense tingling pleasure. He didn’t cum. He didn’t have permission. He couldn’t cum without permission. But his body was beginning to get closer and closer to the edge. 

“Suck my tits and feel the pleasure I give you as your mind empties out even more. Allow yourself to become even more blank and mindless. No thoughts. Say it.”

“No…thoughts…” He panted, thrusting his hips hard, chasing more of her wetness, wanting to be deep inside of her hot, dripping pussy, feeling completely mindless, completely slutty, needing to be used for her pleasure. 

“No thoughts. You only obey. You exist to obey and give me pleasure. You are mine. You are my slut. You are my good boy. You are my drooling, mindless plaything.”

“Yesss.. God…dessss.”

“Let me help you, good boy. I want to give you tingles all over your body.” She lined up his dick with her entrance and slowly, torturously took him inside of her hot, soaking wet, tight pussy inch by inch. 

Mark started grunting like an animal, losing all control, thrusting madly into her as she fucked him. His eyes still focused on her tits bouncing, but he couldn’t suck them anymore. He was lost. His hands landed on her hips, guiding her up and down as she moved up and down and up and down on his dick. All he could do was thrust and thrust and thrust, harder and faster, needing to feel as much of her as possible. 

“Focus on your dick,” She said, her hands on his chest, her arms pushing her tits together, making them look even bigger as they bounced in his face, her fingernails biting into his skin. “Allow yourself to feel the tingles right there, slut.”

“Intense, throbbing tingles that make you feel so good. A good boy like you deserves to feel good. And I enjoy making my pleasure toy feel good.”

Mark’s grunts and pants and moans were getting louder as he fucked her harder, pushing his dick as far into her pussy as he could go, feeling her tightness squeezing around his cock. He was trying to focus on her tits, but his eyes were starting to cross. 

“So good. So tingly. So mindless. Such a good slut. Such a drooling, mindless sex toy for your Goddess.”

“Drooling… mindless… plaything,” he panted. Fuck he was so close. If she didn’t let him cum soon he was going to start begging. “Goddess…”

“Watch my tits bounce and feel the tingles. Tingles and throbbing, aching arousal as you watch my tits bounce.You’re doing so well, slut. So obedient.”

He wasn’t sure what happened when she said the word ‘obedient,’ but it felt like she had somehow made her pussy even tighter than before, and she was fucking him harder, her slick, hot wetness sliding up and down his sensitive dick, making him scream and moan over and over.

“Goddess!”

“Yes good boy. That’s right. You’re helping me find answers. Your therapy is working. Just keep watching my tits and drop deeper and deeper. More mindless. More empty. More mine.”

He was covered in sweat, breathing so hard, but he couldn’t slow down. He couldn’t stop. He needed her. He fucking loved this. It felt so good. The tingles were making his whole body shake. His dick was throbbing inside of her pussy. The tight wetness was doing things to him he couldn’t explain. He was lost. He was lost. He was lost. 

“Yoursss.”

“In your dream, does it feel like this, slut?”

“Yes… so, mmm - so good.”

“Feeling pleasure is natural. It is right. Feeling pleasure is a natural part of who you are. There is no need to be worried about your dreams. They are a natural, right part of who you are.”

“Yess… Goddess.”

“Goddess is a natural part of you,” She leaned down until her tits were touching his chest and put her hands above his head, grabbing the couch for leverage. And then she unleashed holy hell on his dick.

“You belong with Goddess,” She said as she fucked him faster, harder, deeper han before. Her tits rubbing against his chest, making him even harder, which he hadn’t thought was possible. She was going to kill him. “You belong to Goddess. You are mine.”

“I..am..yours.” He grunted. 

“And all you need to do is say ‘yes Goddess’ to drop even deeper for me.”

“Yesss.. God..dess.”

“Good boy. Now drop. Deeper.” She pushed down on his dick and slid back up until only the tip was inside. “Deeper.” She slammed back down again, and he screamed. “Tingly and mindless. Deeper, and deeper. So empty. Feeling so good. So tingly. My good boy. Mine. So. Deep. For. Me.”

She sat back upright, leaning back and placing her hands behind her, between his legs, guiding his hands to her hips. Pressing his hands into her hips until he was squeezing them hard enough to bruise before she started fucking him again. He was mesmerized by her tits. He loved her tits. He wanted to suck them again, but he was pinned down and her pussy slamming down as he thrusted his hips up felt too good. He couldn’t have moved even if he wanted to. 

“Deeper and deeper as you drop. Such a good toy for your Goddess. Everything feels good. Everything feels right. So good. So mindless. Deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. Wave after wave of tingles Wave after wave of intense tingles from your head to your toes. Tingling most intensely on your dick. Your dick is so tingly right now. You need to cum for your Goddess. It’s so hard and tingly. Tingling so much. So full, so achy. So mindless. So empty. You want to be completely empty for your Goddess.Yes Goddess. Say it, slut.”

“Ye-es Goddess!” She was somehow contracting her pussy around his dick. He was mindless. So mindless. So empty. He wanted to be empty. 

“Mindless and empty. Tingly. Tingly. So hard and tingly for me. It feels so good. So intensely tingly. My good boy wants to cum for his Goddess. Don’t you, good boy? “

YES! Yesyesyesyes He nodded, unable to speak. She smirked, pushing dripping wet pussy down on his dick even harder.

“I know you do. Feel the tingles building and building and building. Hot and intense. So much pleasure. It feels so good. Yes Goddess.” She moaned, reaching up to squeeze one of her tits, moving it around and around in a circle. 

He could feel his orgasm building. The hot, tingling pressure building between his legs. 

“Yes Goddess,” He moaned, thrusting faster, desperate for as much friction, as much of her pussy as he could get. 

“That’s my good boy. My mindless, empty good boy. I want you to be empty for me. Right now. Yes Goddess.”

She moaned as she squeezed her tit, sitting upright to use her other hand to massage her clit as she bounced up and down on his dick, harder and faster, matching his frenzied pace. 

“So wet. So leaking and achy. So hot. So tingly. So intense. You need to release. You’re so full of tingles. You might explode. I want you to cum for me, slut.”

“Fuck. Yes Goddess.”

“So do it. Now.”

Mark’s moans were so loud he could barely hear her as she started counting down.

“5…

 4…

 3…

 2…

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Cum now, slut. Obey. Yes Goddess.”

Mark saw stars. His entire body erupted in intense tingles of hot, intense pleasure as he came. Wave after wave of intense, tingling shocks of pleasure and heat flowed through his body, but no ejaculation happened. He didn’t care. It felt so good. Like the orgasm was in his mind instead of his dick. 

“Yes Goddess, yes Goddess, yes Goddess, yes Goddess, YES GODDESS!”

Shaking, spent, body jerking with the aftershocks of the best orgasm he’s ever had in his life - he almost couldn’t focus as she spoke to him again, leaning down so her lips brushed his lips, her big, soft tits pressed against his chest. 

“What a good boy. I’m very pleased with your progress, Mark. We will play again soon. But for now… it’s time to wake up, my pet.”

Snap. Snap. Snap. 

“Mark? Mark? Are you okay? “

His body jerked again, this time with surprise, as his eyes opened to the concerned face of Dr. Amiyah above him, her glasses reflecting his messy hair and disheveled clothes back to him. 

“What? I…”

“You zoned out a little there. We were about to try going into your dream and you sort of… I don’t know. Passed out.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yes. I think so.”

“You look like you need some water. I’ll get you some.”

She turned away to grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge in behind her desk.

“Oh. Um, yes please,” he said. 

She came back and handed him the water, a concerned look on her face. 

“Unfortunately, our time for this week is finished. I couldn’t wake you once you went under. We can try again next time. But you can stay here for as long as you need to recover.” She patted his shoulder. 

“Yes… thank you. But I think I’m alright. I should go now.”

He got up from the couch and stood there, towering above the tiny doctor for what felt like an endless amount of time, before mumbling an embarrassed “thank you,” and rushing out the door. 

Safe to say therapy didn’t get him any help or any answers. If anything, it made the problem worse. His dick was still throbbing with need. He couldn’t get enough of her. 

He got into his car and sat there for a long time, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Enough was enough. This had to end, one way or another. 

He had to find her.