Light reveals truths that are otherwise hard to see.

Jesus said “I am light and truth and life.”

The Buddha suggested “Let truth be your light.”

“The Light” was one of Muhammad’s many titles. 

Light despises subtlety

Light rolls through the atmospheric darkness of a bar and makes extraordinary people ordinary

Light gives us life.

Light is the sun gently kissing your cheeks, its long, golden rays warming your face.

Light rejuvenates. It heals.

In fact, that’s why you’re here now. 

We’re here together at a special kind of clinic. You made the appointment.

We’re here so you can be examined by a very special light.

People have described being struck by this light as the single most blissful, relaxing, and arousing experience of their lives.

They say when the light strikes part of your body, all the tension fades away.

They say that getting hit by the light is like being showered with thousands of warm, delicate kisses. 

They say that people walking out of the examination room are a mess in the best possible way,

That they’ve crested over a wave of pure ecstasy. 

Bliss.

Oh this is so exciting!

I can hear the light being wheeled in.

You can already feel your anticipation building, your arousal creeping higher.

As you hear the smooth, easy woosh of the light being rolled in.

You hear a whir. 

They’re powering the machine up now. 

Your breath quickens in excitement. 

The light blinks yellow.

They’re making you wait for it.

Your anticipation builds.

Then a request: you must ask for the light to be turned on yourself.

Voice shaking, thighs quivering with excitement and arousal, you know what you must say:

“Please shine the light on me!” 

And there is light.

Brilliant, warm, effervescent light.

Twin beams sweep over your fingers, working over your palm, and wrist.

You feel the rays’ power instantly.

The feeling is electric. 

It’s as if tiny sparks are arcing across your hands, their warmth washing over you as your hands and forearms relax away into nothingness.

You can feel the other effects working all too well.

Waves of arousal roll up slowly from your arms and to your core as the light moves toward your shoulders. 

Fortunately you can still move your arms enough to play with yourself.

Any inhibitions you had about playing yourself on the examining room table are squarely gone.

So you take a moment to enjoy the cresting ecstasy as the light shifts to your legs.

It’s as if the light has reached a new setting and you quiver in anticipation and bliss as the light washes over your feet and ankles.

Pure warmth migrating up your calves, utterly melting you.

You feel utterly helpless as your breath quickens, your need for release builds.

The light is over your knees now. It’s working up your thighs.

Its radiance is sapping you. 

It’s sapping your will to resist.

 You need release, and you know it’s coming. 

The light is expertly lapping up your thighs.

It’s so close now, you know where you want it. You need the light on your pu–

And the light moves.

You’re getting so desperate now. So terribly horny.

And the light is blasting your head.

The ecstasy is so extreme, so overpowering, and your arousal so great.

That you feel yourself losing touch with reality.

Your thoughts are fading as the curtain of light falls over your eyes and toward your mouth.

The overstimulation claiming your thoughts.

And leaving you alone with the light.

The pleasure. 

The light has reached your neck now.

You can feel it gliding down your neck as you moan.

It’s working its way down your spine.

Claiming every ligament.

One. By. One.

Irradiating unadulterated pleasure. 

The light is passing over your ass now.

And for a second your hopes rise! Please inspect my pu-

And the light moves again.

This time the light starts at your collarbone.

Every time you’ve been nuzzled, every kiss on your neck you’ve ever had. 

Nothing compares to this bliss.

Your thoughts fade to near-nothingness.

You are a passenger and the light is in the driver’s seat.

All you feel is arousal. Your hand is buried in your pussy.

As one of your hands works your breasts, the light shines on your chest. 

Your back arcs in anticipation.

And bliss.

You are so desperate.

You’re so incomprehensibly horny. 

And you’re so close.

The light is almost there. And you know it.

As it passes now over your stomach.

Your core jolts. The pleasure is getting to be too much.

And for the first time in your working memory, a thought pops into your head.

You remember it clearly now. You must do the final portion of the examination yourself.

You’re so close. Just one step away.

You muffle a scream as the beam glides over your navel and destroys your pubic bone, replacing it with overwhelming, exhilarating, pulsating pleasure.

You’re breathing so quickly now. And you know what you must do.

When you hear me say the special phrase, you’ll take a photo of your pussy and send it to me.

Then, once and for all, the light will shine exactly where you want it.

Right.

On.

Your.

Pussy.

Are you ready for me to say the special phrase?

Are you excited to send me a photo of your dripping wet cunt?

Your anticipation is building. 

It almost hurts. 

You’re so close. 

You almost can’t help yourself.

Tell me you’re ready to hear the special phrase.

One last titanic wave of pleasure washes over your whole body as you see my mouth begin to open and I say

Time for your pussy inspection!