I had been looking forward to this all day. I made my bed, hid my stuffies, reconsidered, made my bed again with the stuffies, reconsidered again and changed the sheets. Added the waterproof blanket. Took off the duvet. Folded up the duvet for comfort after. Put water bottles on the nightstand. Added snacks.

I also changed my clothes about a dozen times, in accordance with tradition. Nothing ever seems quite right when there’s something I’m excited to do. In the end, I settled on an outfit I thought you'd enjoy seeing on me. It's more feminine than I wear day-to-day, but that's ok. What matters today is getting the chance to sink deep for you and enjoy the bliss of obedient submission. Everything else is details, really.

The whole time I was buzzing in circles around the room doing all that, I was thinking about the clicker. I have to thank you for clicker training me. As you know, I mean that I have to thank you, because the video you sent me said I would. The clicker feels good. When I hear the clicker, I think “yes”. When I hear the clicker, I obey. The video told me these things, too. I might have watched it several times the night before. And also the one that’s just your voice reminding me to submit, obey, sink deeper, feel bliss, feel controlled. I love feeling controlled. Submitting to control and sinking deeper into obedience is absolute bliss.

I wasn’t sure how long it had been since I saw you last, but it was too long. I missed you so, so much. Even though we had messaged every day.

And even though you had messaged to let me know you were almost here, I still jumped a little when you knocked. I guess I’m easy to startle when I’m excited. I rushed to open the door. I didn’t even have it closed behind you yet and somehow I was already in your arms.

It feels so good when you hold me. But, I was so excited, I was practically vibrating, and also, you didn’t want to get me all fractionated yet. The hug ended, and you asked me if I still wanted what we had discussed. I said “yes please!” with such vigorous nodding, I got a little dizzy. You asked if I had my aftercare needs set up, and I assured you I did. You asked, “Are you ready to go into trance for me?” My anticipation hit such a fever pitch, it lifted me onto my tiptoes. “Yes! Yes! Ye –”

Your rapid words hit me mid-thought.

“3, 2, 1,” click “drop for me, toy.”

yes

I was glad your arms came out to steady me, because the trance hit me so hard, I wobbled a bit. My eyes fell closed. Your hand came up and gently set my head to rest on your shoulder. “That’s right. Good toy. The clicker feels so good, doesn’t it?” click

yes

“Mmmmhmm.” I nodded against your shoulder.

“Alright, but it’ll be easier to get you to the bed if you’re awake. 1, 2, 3, up, up, up!” I grumbled. click

yes

I opened my eyes. “Mm up, I’m up, let’s go.” Still a bit dazed, I wandered over to the bed and plopped down on the edge.

“There we go. Are you feeling a little fractionated already?” click

yes

“That’s not fair.”

“Aww, but you like not fair, don’t you?” click

yes

I whimpered a bit at how good the clicker was feeling now. I pouted up at you. You seemed to tower over me as you inched closer.

“You like when I’m above you, don’t you?” click

yes

I whimpered a bit louder this time, and bit my lip. “You like feeling that I control you, don’t you?” click

yes

I nodded helplessly.

“You like to submit to me, don’t you?” click

yes

I moaned, and my eyelids fluttered.

“That’s right, good toy. You like to obey me, don’t you?” click

yes

I stopped noticing or caring that I was making sounds. I was longing for you to give me an order, so I could obey it.

“Good toy. Drop for me, then.” click

yes

“Mmmmm, thank you.” My eyes closed, and you gently lowered me to the bed.

“That’s it, nice and deep for me. You love to sink deep for me.” click

yes

“Mmmmhmmm.”

“Shhhhhh, it’s ok. You don’t have to speak unless there’s something you really need me to know. You can keep letting that ‘yes’ escape your lips, or just feel it echoing in your empty mind. You can just let go and submit to me now, there we go. There’s a good toy. Deeper and deeper with every breath.” You tucked a stray curl behind my ear, your caressing hand leaving a trail of tingles down the side of my face. I leaned into the touch. “That feels good, I see.” You giggled. Your laugh is too pretty to resist, just like your eyes and your voice and you. You’re too pretty to resist. I love when I inspire that giggle.

You ran light fingers down the other side of my face, and I nuzzled your hand. Gentle fingers down my arms, my chest, my legs, and soon I was squirming, happy and relaxed and feeling so very controlled – and, consequently, very turned on.

“Now, you’re ready to be utterly compliant and docile, just going along with whatever I do to you.” click

yes

“You won’t resist at all as I strip you.” click

yes

“With every piece of clothing I take away, feel me take away your thoughts,” click

yes

“With every piece of clothing I take away, feel me take away the last of your resistance.” click

yes

My arms lifted to make it easier for you to pull off my shirt. I rested my head against your chest again as you unhooked my bra, and I felt the bliss of submission washing over me as you took it away. Then you gently lowered me onto a pile of pillows, propped up just a little, and I felt like I was floating as I wriggled and squirmed in ever-deeper bliss to help you take away my skirt. My feet dangled off the edge of the bed.

“Look.” My eyes popped open, as I obeyed without thought. “My eyes are too pretty to resist.” click

yes

I heard myself saying, “Your eyes are too pretty to resist.”

You giggled with glee. “That’s right. Good toy. I don’t have to tell you to repeat that anymore, because it already echoes through your mind. You did that without thinking, like a good toy should.” click

yes

I stared into your pretty eyes in mindless bliss as you carefully rolled my pantyhose off. The thought crossed my mind for just a second that it had been silly of me to put them on, but you must have noticed something in my stare, because you ran light fingers down my legs. “These feel good,” you said, gently rubbing my calves through the nylon. “But these feel even better.” Gentle fingers sent a wave of tingles up my thighs, tantalizingly close. You giggled at my fluttering eyelids, and took the pantyhose away, and the thought.

“No, toy, don’t close your eyes yet. Look.” click

yes

I forced my eyes back open. “Your eyes are too pretty to resist,” the words, rather slurred, fell from my lips as my gaze locked onto yours.

“Good toy. Let the last of it go, now.” click

yes

I stared into your eyes as you pulled off my panties, and took away the last of my thoughts, the last of my resistance. I kept spiraling deeper and deeper into the bliss of submission, and it was hard to keep my eyes open, but I obeyed.

“Good toy,” you said as you pulled me to you. “Now you can drop.” click

yes

“That’s right, let them close, there we go,” you giggled as my eyes rolled back and fluttered shut. “Such a good toy for me.”

I remember I felt your gloved hand teasing. You praised me for being wet, ready for your use. After that, nothing but blissful oblivion and overwhelming joy. All I really remember is:

The clicker feels good.

When I hear the clicker, I think “yes”.

When I hear the clicker, I obey.

“Submit, obey, deeper, controlled, bliss”, echoing around and around in a mind overloaded with pleasure.

All I really remember is bliss.