Shared Triggers
by Magister Amentia
Sarah waited for a reply, she could see the little dots on the screen. The need was consuming her patience.
His words were almost like a drug by now.
Finally his message appeared.
“Thank you for telling me all that.”“I like how honest and open you’ve become. Sharing your desires, and letting me into your mind.”“But…”
Sarah’s heart was beating fast. But? What was wrong?
“But you told me your roomate found you.”
She felt her mouth dry. That was true. Paula found her in the middle of one of their sessions, in front of the screen, her whole body shaking with a delicious orgasm.
“Yes.” She typed and waited.
“What happened after that?”
Sarah began to type, almost like her body was on automatic.
“I was still out of it, in a sort of dream space.”“And then I saw her, she was standing over my shoulder, looking at the screenReading what I was reading.”
She looked so hot, She thought.
“She looked so hot,” She typed.
“Did she read our conversation?”
“Yes, she asked to read all of it.I don’t know if she was curious or if she was worried.But I read it all over again with her.”“I don’t know what happened after that...I think I had another orgasm?I think she did as well.I don’t know if we kissed, or if that was a dream.”
She stopped typing. Sarah felt overwhelmed, confessing to the man she barely knew. And she didn’t know if that actually happened, the lower inhibitions of being in a mindless trance, the post-orgasmic stupor.
It all made it seem unreal.
But since then she wondered. Did that really happen?
The memory of her soft lips, her tongue. The shared orgasm.
Then and there, Sarah felt another orgasm begin to build up.
The three dots appeared on the screen again.
She read his words.
“Would you like it to happen again?”
“Yes” She replied without a doubt.
“Tell me, what is it you want?”
“I want to see her eyes emptying.I want to taste her lips,I want to grope her body as she mindlessly reads your words.”
Sarah was almost gasping, her body was reacting almost as if she was being groped, as if she was the subject surrendering to the will of someone else.
“Do you think that she wants that?”
Sarah doubted for a second. Could it be that Paula would be into it, could she enjoy that?
Then something lit up.
“I think she does.She asked for a copy of our conversation.”
Sarah waited. There was no response. The expectation felt deliciously painful, like she was on the verge of an orgasm, all she needed was permission.
“Then, why don’t you share a something else,Why don’’t you share a trigger with her?”
Sarah felt something wash over her, relief? Lust? It was a pleasant sensation.Those words awoke something on her that she didn’t know was there.
“How would that work?” She typed.
“You could share the same trigger, that either of you would say to the other to become the other’s plaything whenever they want.”“Let’s say… My beloved doll.”“And everytime you hear it or read it, you would fall into trance, eager to be played with, eager to service your roomate.”“And everytime you say it or write it, your roomate would fall into trance, eager to play and please you.”
Sarah felt like those words were true already.
“Ask her if she want to read another of our conversation, and if she enjoys the idea, it should work.”“Then you can do with her whatever you want, or be her plaything as long as either of you wants.”“Can you imagine, how easy it would be to solve roomate problems? Imagine in the middle of a discussion about the dishes, and then you could simply drop the trigger, make her fall deep into trance. And she becomes your perfect doll to play with her as she does the dishes.”“Or her coming into the shower with you only to drop you under a deep trance, making you fall into your knees and please her with your tongue after she had a long day.”“Wouldn’t you love that? To be a pretty toy? For her to be your doll?”
“Yes,” Sarah whispered as she read.
“Wouldn’t you love to listen to those words,To feel pleasureWhenever you hear those wordsMy beloved dollWouldn’t you like to go deep for meWouldn’t you like to go deep for herTo surrenderTo fall deeper and deeperEverytime you read those wordsMy beloved dollEverytime she calls youMy beloved dollWouldn’t you love to become mineTo become hersTo be pliantObedientTo surrender and fallWouldn’t you like that,My beloved doll.
“Yes,” Sarah typed
“Yes,” muttered, and it was all that Sarah could muster to type. She was already halfway there with her programming. If Paula walked in right then and there, she would be able to use her.
Enjoy her, make her do anything and she wouldn’t be able to refuse. She would simply accept her touch.
Her voice.
Her words.
She was so pliant that if Paula walked in right now she could make her forget the second half and become Paula’s plaything if she ever wanted.
She would do anything she wanted.
“My beloved doll.” It was almost as if she could hear her voice.
Paula, her Mistress.
It was as if she was whispering on her ear…
Almost like she could feel a hand slide down her blouse, groping her breasts. Fingers rolling over her erect and sensitive nipples.
Another hand sliding down her pants, under her panties, fingers playing with her wet pussy and clit.
Sarah gasped, leaning back taking her eyes away from the screen.
Paula was behind her.
“And you could become my plaything,” Her roommate said into her ear with a wide smile.
Sarah nodded.
“I’m your plaything.” She muttered, echoing her Mistress’ words.
Paula smiled.
“Of course, we should thank our Master on the other side of the screen.” She said.
“Thank you, Master.” Sarah typed, “I’m yours and Paula’s plaything.”
“Good girls.”
Paula and Sarah kissed each other, a wave of pleasure hit them as they read.
Sarah was gasping in heat by the time Paula broke the kiss and pushed her away from the computer.
“See you soon, Master,” Paula typed, “I gotta go play with my new toy.”
“Have fun, Paula, my beloved doll.”
Paula felt another wave of pleasure hit her. She was going to have fun.
Logging off the computer, she grabbed Sarah gently by the wrist, leading her to the bed to lay down face up.
Sarah was already panting, half undressed. Mindless and wet.
Paula liked her lips. She pulled off her panties and climbed on top of her roommate.
“You know what to do, Sarah,” Paula said spreading her pussy open. Sarah mindlessly began to lick.
She was nothing but a toy for her roommate to play with.
A beloved doll.
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