Too Many Questions - Third Wheel
by S.B.
((Author's Note: This piece continues the hypnotic adventures of Josh and Monica following the original story Too Many Questions and its sequel Too Many Questions: Second Session. No request this time around, just a crazy idea that came to me. Have fun.))
Josh: “Good evening. I hope I didn’t log in too early.”
Monica: “I’m great, thanks.”
Monica: “As it should be.”
Monica: “Pet, where are your manners? Introduce yourself.”
Josh: “I see...”
Josh: “Well... is he going to be a part of this conversation?”
Steve: “And when Mistress Monica asks you to do something, you do it, pronto!”
Josh: “It’s just...”
Josh: “I thought this conversation would be between the two of us.”
Josh: “No, not at all.”
Josh: “I’m sorry, Monica.”
Josh: “You’re right. Hey, Steve. Nice to meet you too, and I’m sorry about this mess.”
Josh: “I’m not a...”
Steve: “Don’t worry, Mistress. I don’t want to cum.”
Steve: “As you wish, Mistress. Don’t stay away too long.”
Steve: “God, I love that woman! Don’t you?”
Steve: “You think? Because I don’t when she’s around, lol!”
Steve: “Yeah. Don’t mind me, I’m a jokester. I’m also horny as fuck right now but there’s nothing I can do.”
Steve: “Yep.”
Steve: “Hmmm... my previous record was 86 days so if I’m 3 away from that...”
Steve: “Yeah. You think it’s a lot, but not when she takes control. I’ll probably reach 100 this time around.”
Steve: “You’d be surprised at all the things you say you could never do and end up doing for her, anyway. She’s special.”
Steve: “All the time because that’s the way she wants me to be. You’ve never been in chastity, right?”
Steve: “You’re missing out. To have your orgasms controlled is a rush like no other. My cock has never been happier ever since the day it became her cock.”
Steve: “Yes, I did.”
Steve: “Mistress Monica and I talk. A lot. Talking to her is the most wonderful thing in the world. I wish I could do it all the time. Don’t you get that feeling, too?”
Steve: “Am I bothering you?”
Steve: “It’s just she mentioned the ‘too many questions’ thing you’ve got going on there, and I don’t want to cross the line.”
Steve: “Good. In that case, I hope you don’t mind me asking you something else.”
Steve: “How long have you been her subject?”
Steve: “Really?”
Steve: “What do you mean?”
Steve: “To me, they’re the same. What she wants is what I want. I love her.”
Steve: “Then I’ll say it again. I love her. I love her. I love Mistress Monica. She’s my dream, my addiction. Fuck!”
Steve: “I told you: I’m horny! Sometimes, the cage hurts.”
Steve: “It’s locked that’s for sure, but the metal is all in my head. I can still feel it though. Hell, I can even taste it if I want to!”
Steve: “Awesome? Yeah, I know.”
Steve: “Stick to the ‘wow’ and you can say it again. It’s funny because I remember telling her I hated chastity the first time we talked and now...”
Steve: “Did I say something wrong?”
Steve: “I’m here for you, bro. What’s up?”
Monica: “I’m back, boys. Did you behave in my absence?”
Monica: “Never say always, pet. Now, what’s this thing about a third wheel?”
Monica: “Josh?”
Monica: “I do mind. Nothing usually means something is up so... what’s up?”
Steve: “Ah, that’s a good one!”
Steve: “Yes, Mistress.”
Steve: “Yes, Mistress.”
Steve: “Did you really just trance him to oblivion?”
Josh: “Why blue?”
Josh: “You probably did. Sorry.”
Josh: “I already said it’s nothing.”
Josh: “Yes.”
Josh: “I don’t know. It’s a lingering impression like there’s something in the back of my mind I should remember that I can’t.”
Josh: “Okay.”
Josh: “Sure.”
Josh: “Who’s Terry?”
Josh: “Then what?”
Monica: “We had just driven a mile or so when I heard this loud ‘Pop!’. Terry freaked out a little and so did I, but she never lost control of the vehicle. Instead, she stopped it, took a deep breath and went outside. There was a rusty nail stuck in one of the tires and yeah, the thing went flat before her eyes. She had no spare, so we did the rest of the ride on three wheels alone. Sure, we were extra careful, but we did it, anyway.”
Monica: “True. Options are everywhere. There are ways leading to anywhere you wish to go, especially when it seems obvious there isn’t. The car wasn’t broken and neither were we. But if we had thought differently...”
Monica: “Exactly. Filters, see? Too little blue, too little you. There are no such things as ‘third wheels’, Josh. Not when I’m around.”
Monica: “Do you? Because saying that isn’t enough to convince me. In fact, the only thing that would me make believe you truly learned something today would be for you to remember saying those two little words that make me so happy. I would love to see you type them right now. Will you do that for me?”
Monica: “You know that when you type those words, the right shade of blue welcomes you.”
Monica: “It’s a blue that inspires you, that makes you follow your heart.”
Monica: “And your heart is pure and revels in its purity because no matter how kinky things get, you’re always safe here.”
Monica: “You trust yourself before you trust me and you trust me to make sure you never lose trust in yourself. Too little blue, too little you. The balance you need is in the words you type for me, isn’t it?”
Monica: “The balance you need is under lock and key. My collar keeps you whole because it’s bigger than your body. It touches your whole mind and your mind is endless. Endless minds break records all the time. You’ll break one more for me, I’m sure, and so are you because you simply can’t stop typing…”
Monica: “Hmmm... perfect. The right shade of blue no longer waiting, but living within you. It’s the color of your balls, my dear. Your juicy, swollen balls so desperate for release yet unable to escape my control. Denying me right now when you’re so close to the perfect dream I created for you would be a crime. You don’t want that. Your respect for authority is not a switch you can flip on and off, it’s part of who you are. Submission to a powerful woman is not just a story, but a reflection. It’s mirrored in your aching soul and each time the wheel of your thoughts turn, you become closer to me. I’m the policewoman of your mind, this lady wears blue. You will always be blue for me, but the right amount of blue. Anything else can just go away. Your worries. Your doubts. Can you see them go away?”
Monica: “They go away just like the need to resist. You’re so close, Josh. So close to 100 days of submissive chastity for me. I want that record to go up on your bedroom wall so that when you look at it, you fall even deeper. You can do it. You will do it. Blue is the color of your deepest desires and they’re all mine.”
Monica: “Good. The next time you type those words, instead of going down, you’ll find your consciousness rising, your mind’s eye filled with this wonderful blue you can’t get enough of. Too little blue, too little you. The right measure is when you’re with me. I’m always here, Josh. No slave of mine falls off the wagon or lets a flat tire stop him from going where he needs to go. Get ready to wake up now. Listen to the call of reality in each keystroke. It’s counting upwards. Type the words when I reach 10. 1 for Y, 2 for E, 3 for S, 4 for M, 5 for O, 6 for N, 7 for I, 8 for C, 9 for A. And... 10. Wake up.”
Monica: “Welcome back.”
Monica: “You were distracted for a bit. Let me guess, you don’t remember.”
Monica: “That’s okay. Don’t worry.”
Monica: “Not long enough. <winks>.”
Monica: “Who?”
Monica: “You tell me. I don’t have a chastity slave called Steve. Are you so horny for me you’re imagining things?”
Monica: “Take care and remember that records are meant to be broken. The next time we talk, you better have done that. <winks>. Good night.”
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