Morning Routine
by The Traveling Master
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
Not fully aware that her lips had moved and voiced the constant litany looping inside her exquisitely blank mind. It had been a long and exciting journey to reach this sumptuous result, but we both agree that it was well worth the patience it took.
I stood and watched, each morning, as she went through the routine. Whatever the previous evening might have included. Whatever the day might yet hold for her, without fail, she is utterly unable to resist the hypnotic compulsion she wakes up with every day.
Again and again... Her mind loops this simple 2 sentence mantra until she is satisfied that her outward appearance properly reflects the magnificent beauty she finally sees within herself.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
I can’t help but smile every time her far away whisper hints at the constant unyielding push she feels every morning as she rises from her bed. Regardless of the time she needs to get up, the routine never changes. Never sways...
Without fail, she will get up and do a variation of yoga poses to get her blood flowing. I’m not always awake for this part, but when I am, I can fully admire her sensual body as it poses and stretches. Her voluptuously curves always held an allure I couldn’t resist, especially when she displayed herself so erotically next to our bed.
But I always hold back and simply admire.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
I would never dare to interrupt her well established routine. Especially since I never know when her litany will be made to escape her delicious lips. It never happens precisely in the same moments and I'm always eager to discover when it will happen.
Yesterday, it escaped while she was still doing her morning yoga while today, it surfaced once she was almost done and putting on her make up. I never know and I always wait in sweet anticipation as she makes herself beautiful.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
After her yoga, she goes to stand in front of her full-length mirror and slowly undresses as she admires herself. Her eyes are still sleepy and blank, but I can always tell that she is judging the way she removes her clothes. She told me long ago that she was too shy to sensually undress for me and this little part of her routine was to help her see just how sensual she could be.
Every morning, she would undress in a different way while she admired the effect it created. Every morning, it helps convince her that she is the exquisite creature I love and cherish. Every morning her comfort level allows her moves to showcase the sexy beautiful vixen that inhabits her mind.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
Once she is naked and has done a few tasteful poses for herself, and me by extension if I am awake, then she moves to the shower. It is always a long hot shower where she lets the warmth of the stream wash away the night. She spends a long while in there as she allows herself to enjoy the moment and thoroughly wash every inch of her incredible body.
She didn’t always see herself as having the body of a sensual goddess, but the constant hypnotic loop playing in her mind has helped her understand that the beauty of her mind can be pulled out and manifested by her body. Just like I told her so many times before...
Being beautiful and sexy starts in the mind.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
Her mind is excessively erotic and sensual. Beautiful in ways that always captivated me even before we became lovers. Well before we started to explore the hypnotic possibilities her mind was open to experience.
Every morning, she makes sure her body is the sexual and beautiful manifestation of her inner sexuality. Her time in the shower is spent making sure her skin maintains the silky quality we both enjoy, as she makes sure to chase down and remove all the unwanted follicles she does not desire to blemish that perfect silkiness.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
My very favorite part comes next. She emerges from the steamy bathroom with one towel wrapped tightly around her body while another twists and bunches up her long mane in a perfect top knot of morning sexiness. She slowly walks to her side of the closet and lets the towel slip off her freshly pampered body. She stands naked and proud as if she had always had this seductive confidence. Which was far from the truth when I met her. It took a long while for her to acquire, but with patience, she finally feels the shameless comfort that her inner beauty can afford her.
Wearing only the towel in her hair, she calmly decides on what she will wear for the day to come. Regardless if it is her work clothes or some sexy lingerie she wants to wear for me as we lounge in bed on a Saturday morning, she always selects something that will enhance her natural elegance. Her underwear choice slowly shifted as more and more her desire to wear something sensual pushed her to replace her generic undergarments. She puts on her color choice with any and all accessories that go with it before carefully laying out on the bed her choice of clothes for the day. She then slips her arms in the sleeves of her silky bathrobe and moves to sit at her vanity.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
She carefully unwraps her hair from the towel and reaches for her dyer. Her eyes stay perfectly captivated on herself in the mirror as she methodically dries and untangles her hair. She will brush and style it according to what her day will hold for her. But, regardless if it is a simple ponytail, an elaborate braid or even diligently curling her long locks, she won’t stop or do anything else until she is completely satisfied that it is perfect.
All the while, her mind still echoes the loop inside her mind as her vacant eyes analyze every square inch of her lovely face before she sets about the last of beautification tasks. Taking into account her choice of outfit and her hair style, she then proceeds to enhance her genuine beauty with makeup. On some days, it is barely a touch of lipstick to moisten her soft lips while on others, she can spend almost an hour carefully working on her face to create a stunning masterpiece.
Whatever is called for…
Whatever is needed to make her as beautiful on the outside as she is on the inside.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
Don’t get me wrong, my sweet girl is stunning the moment she sits up in our bed. I’ve told her again and again that her beauty isn’t about how fit she is or what she applies to her body. Her beauty shines from within. But as she places the finishing touches of her make up and blankly admires the results of her tireless preparations, she finally feels like she can truly see and appreciate the same depths of beauty that I’ve always seen hidden away inside her.
Her features don’t betray the pleasure that starts to course through her body as she looks at herself in the vanity mirror. All her tasks are done and completely and she can finally give in to the slow growing pleasure she started to feel the moment her eyes opened.
Our hypnotic sessions had swayed and seduced her subconscious in ways that delighted her. Her sessions and hard work as my ideal subject paid off slowly as week after week, her mind embraced the conditioning of her loop. Of her morning routine…
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered, a little louder…
As she sat there, immobile and blank, admiring her inner beauty made flesh, her mind finally reached the end of her conditioned routine and released the pleasure my suggestions had blocked.
The pleasure that had steadily simmered and grown in the background had finally reached its boiling point. It was free to erupt inside her mind while her body stayed perfectly still. Her mind experienced an orgasm, making the softest of whimpers escape her lips. Like a release valve for the excess intensity that exploded deep inside her mind.
I have often had her describe that particular experience and every time, she can’t bring herself to properly describe it.
She calls them her mindgasms…
Where she experiences all the rush and pleasure of a regular sexual release without actually feeling it erupt from deep within her loins. She absolutely loves them.
Having now experienced that delicious conclusion, her morning routine was finished…
So she blinks.
And finally wakes up.
She always smiles with surprise and delight as she starts to register how beautiful she made herself. For you see… It comes as a complete surprise for her since up until that post mind orgasmic moment, she wasn’t truly awake.
Every morning, without being able to resist or prevent it, her body wakes up and her mind enters a waking trance. Months of work went into conditioning this into her, but now that we reached this point, she cannot deny it. Even if, the night before, she feels tired and doesn’t want to go through her morning routine so she can get those previous moments of extra sleep.
She won’t.
She will unconsciously set her alarm to an appropriate time to allow her to fulfill her mindless compulsion. I always chuckle when she tries to fight or prevent herself from accomplishing her routine. She simply can’t…
It is a real delight to watch her wake up, after her mental release, and see her curse under her breath. Both disappointed and happy as she realizes that yet again, she could not prevent herself from accomplishing her compelled morning tasks.
Watching her go through her mindless routine never fails to astonish and arouse me.
As well as her…
Because in the end, this is but one aspect of our hypnotic play and there are so many other triggers and compulsions we have yet to explore together.
Not to mention the ones that are already firmly anchored deep inside her subconscious.
Maybe next time, I’ll tell you all about those lovely erotic compulsions…
Or compel her to describe them for you.
I can’t help but smile every time her far away whisper hints at the constant unyielding push she feels every morning as she rises from her bed. Regardless of the time she needs to get up, the routine never changes. Never sways...
Without fail, she will get up and do a variation of yoga poses to get her blood flowing. I’m not always awake for this part, but when I am, I can fully admire her sensual body as it poses and stretches. Her voluptuously curves always held an allure I couldn’t resist, especially when she displayed herself so erotically next to our bed.
But I always hold back and simply admire.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
I would never dare to interrupt her well established routine. Especially since I never know when her litany will be made to escape her delicious lips. It never happens precisely in the same moments and I'm always eager to discover when it will happen.
Yesterday, it escaped while she was still doing her morning yoga while today, it surfaced once she was almost done and putting on her make up. I never know and I always wait in sweet anticipation as she makes herself beautiful.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
After her yoga, she goes to stand in front of her full-length mirror and slowly undresses as she admires herself. Her eyes are still sleepy and blank, but I can always tell that she is judging the way she removes her clothes. She told me long ago that she was too shy to sensually undress for me and this little part of her routine was to help her see just how sensual she could be.
Every morning, she would undress in a different way while she admired the effect it created. Every morning, it helps convince her that she is the exquisite creature I love and cherish. Every morning her comfort level allows her moves to showcase the sexy beautiful vixen that inhabits her mind.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
Once she is naked and has done a few tasteful poses for herself, and me by extension if I am awake, then she moves to the shower. It is always a long hot shower where she lets the warmth of the stream wash away the night. She spends a long while in there as she allows herself to enjoy the moment and thoroughly wash every inch of her incredible body.
She didn’t always see herself as having the body of a sensual goddess, but the constant hypnotic loop playing in her mind has helped her understand that the beauty of her mind can be pulled out and manifested by her body. Just like I told her so many times before...
Being beautiful and sexy starts in the mind.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
Her mind is excessively erotic and sensual. Beautiful in ways that always captivated me even before we became lovers. Well before we started to explore the hypnotic possibilities her mind was open to experience.
Every morning, she makes sure her body is the sexual and beautiful manifestation of her inner sexuality. Her time in the shower is spent making sure her skin maintains the silky quality we both enjoy, as she makes sure to chase down and remove all the unwanted follicles she does not desire to blemish that perfect silkiness.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
My very favorite part comes next. She emerges from the steamy bathroom with one towel wrapped tightly around her body while another twists and bunches up her long mane in a perfect top knot of morning sexiness. She slowly walks to her side of the closet and lets the towel slip off her freshly pampered body. She stands naked and proud as if she had always had this seductive confidence. Which was far from the truth when I met her. It took a long while for her to acquire, but with patience, she finally feels the shameless comfort that her inner beauty can afford her.
Wearing only the towel in her hair, she calmly decides on what she will wear for the day to come. Regardless if it is her work clothes or some sexy lingerie she wants to wear for me as we lounge in bed on a Saturday morning, she always selects something that will enhance her natural elegance. Her underwear choice slowly shifted as more and more her desire to wear something sensual pushed her to replace her generic undergarments. She puts on her color choice with any and all accessories that go with it before carefully laying out on the bed her choice of clothes for the day. She then slips her arms in the sleeves of her silky bathrobe and moves to sit at her vanity.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
She carefully unwraps her hair from the towel and reaches for her dyer. Her eyes stay perfectly captivated on herself in the mirror as she methodically dries and untangles her hair. She will brush and style it according to what her day will hold for her. But, regardless if it is a simple ponytail, an elaborate braid or even diligently curling her long locks, she won’t stop or do anything else until she is completely satisfied that it is perfect.
All the while, her mind still echoes the loop inside her mind as her vacant eyes analyze every square inch of her lovely face before she sets about the last of beautification tasks. Taking into account her choice of outfit and her hair style, she then proceeds to enhance her genuine beauty with makeup. On some days, it is barely a touch of lipstick to moisten her soft lips while on others, she can spend almost an hour carefully working on her face to create a stunning masterpiece.
Whatever is called for…
Whatever is needed to make her as beautiful on the outside as she is on the inside.
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.
Don’t get me wrong, my sweet girl is stunning the moment she sits up in our bed. I’ve told her again and again that her beauty isn’t about how fit she is or what she applies to her body. Her beauty shines from within. But as she places the finishing touches of her make up and blankly admires the results of her tireless preparations, she finally feels like she can truly see and appreciate the same depths of beauty that I’ve always seen hidden away inside her.
Her features don’t betray the pleasure that starts to course through her body as she looks at herself in the vanity mirror. All her tasks are done and completely and she can finally give in to the slow growing pleasure she started to feel the moment her eyes opened.
Our hypnotic sessions had swayed and seduced her subconscious in ways that delighted her. Her sessions and hard work as my ideal subject paid off slowly as week after week, her mind embraced the conditioning of her loop. Of her morning routine…
“I make myself beautiful... Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered, a little louder…
As she sat there, immobile and blank, admiring her inner beauty made flesh, her mind finally reached the end of her conditioned routine and released the pleasure my suggestions had blocked.
The pleasure that had steadily simmered and grown in the background had finally reached its boiling point. It was free to erupt inside her mind while her body stayed perfectly still. Her mind experienced an orgasm, making the softest of whimpers escape her lips. Like a release valve for the excess intensity that exploded deep inside her mind.
I have often had her describe that particular experience and every time, she can’t bring herself to properly describe it.
She calls them her mindgasms…
Where she experiences all the rush and pleasure of a regular sexual release without actually feeling it erupt from deep within her loins. She absolutely loves them.
Having now experienced that delicious conclusion, her morning routine was finished…
So she blinks.
And finally wakes up.
She always smiles with surprise and delight as she starts to register how beautiful she made herself. For you see… It comes as a complete surprise for her since up until that post mind orgasmic moment, she wasn’t truly awake.
Every morning, without being able to resist or prevent it, her body wakes up and her mind enters a waking trance. Months of work went into conditioning this into her, but now that we reached this point, she cannot deny it. Even if, the night before, she feels tired and doesn’t want to go through her morning routine so she can get those previous moments of extra sleep.
She won’t.
She will unconsciously set her alarm to an appropriate time to allow her to fulfill her mindless compulsion. I always chuckle when she tries to fight or prevent herself from accomplishing her routine. She simply can’t…
It is a real delight to watch her wake up, after her mental release, and see her curse under her breath. Both disappointed and happy as she realizes that yet again, she could not prevent herself from accomplishing her compelled morning tasks.
Watching her go through her mindless routine never fails to astonish and arouse me.
As well as her…
Because in the end, this is but one aspect of our hypnotic play and there are so many other triggers and compulsions we have yet to explore together.
Not to mention the ones that are already firmly anchored deep inside her subconscious.
Maybe next time, I’ll tell you all about those lovely erotic compulsions…
Or compel her to describe them for you.