Going To Him
By EVILTWINMORDRED
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Maybe, just like in “Rendezvous”, you’ve been soundly asleep, when a seductive thought, almost a voice penetrates your mind.
It wakes you, but it doesn’t. You feel like you’re still sleeping, but you’re not….it hypnotizes you.
At first, it does not even use words. Instead, it just seduces you by making you feel safe, warm, and desired. A half smile forms on your lips, as you oh so pleasantly drop from natural slumber into trance.
Then, when your mind is at the right depth, it begins using implanting simple thoughts. You are beautiful. You are wanted. You are needed. You are submissive. You are obedient.
These thoughts are slowly, measuredly repeated, until they become more than thoughts. They become commands. They drill into your enchanted, somnolent mind until your lips form the words as well.
“I am beautiful. I am wanted. I am submissive. I am obedient” , you silently whisper.
This repeats, maybe for minutes, maybe for hours. You have no idea. All you know is the commands become stronger, more distinct. There is definitely a voice echoing in your mind. First a whisper, now at a conversational volume.
“Pretty Cara….can you hear me?”
“Yesssssss” you murmur in hypnotic slumber.
“Then…..open your eyes, and sit up.”
Your blue eyes slowly open.
But the other command is harder to obey. Part of you feels so comfortable, you want to stay exactly where you are. But then you , you’re beautiful….you’re wanted…….you’re needed ……..you’re submissive……..you’re obedient.
You slowly sit up.
“Good barefoot girl.” The voice is pleased, and this makes you feel even better. You realize at the deepest level that pleasing voice brings pleasure to you.
“Get out of bed, now, Barefoot Cara.”
You no longer see the words as commands but as opportunities to obey. You don’t hesitate at all now. You feel so beautiful. So wanted. So needed. So submissive. So obedient. You assuredly kick off the sheets and comforter, and swing your legs off the bed.
Your bare soles are greeted by the cool floor. It is December now……not exactly cold but certainly not hot. You had even briefly considered socks when you went to bed. But somehow that seemed wrong. Now, the cold surface stimulates you, confirming you are obeying the wonderful voice. It called you “Barefoot Cara”, and that is exactly who you are.
Barefoot Cara is beautiful. She is wanted. She is needed. She is…….she is submissive. You feel a touchless orgasm begin forming in your core, she is obedient.
You come, standing by your bed, your toes curling and spreading..
You take a moment to catch your breath.
The voice gently laughs, as if somehow it knows exactly what the feel of the floor on your soles did to you.
Meanwhile, your pleasure release does not wake you. Instead, it takes you even deeper into hypnosis. Obedience to the voice is now firmly associated by you with untold pleasure.
“Come to me, Barefoot Cara……you will come to me now.”
You begin to walk through your darkened bedroom, each barefooted step a small jolt of joy.
Without noticing either your trip through your darkened house nor the age of time, you are distantly aware of the cool sidewalk underfoot. The pleasure jolts increase……now the world can see your barefoot submission and know your truth.
You are beautiful. You are needed. You are desired. You are submissive. You are obedient.
You pause your sleepwalk, as your eyes slam shut and erotic tremors course through your body.
You open your eyes and continue, mindlessly letting your pretty feet guide you as if they know the destination.
Indeterminate time es again., when you see the flashing headlights of a parked limousine.
Without being told, you know this is where your feet are taking you.
He is in the limousine.
This time, your orgasm nearly makes you out.
As you approach, a gorgeous , statuesque blonde woman exits the driver door. You see she wears an abbreviated chauffeur’s uniform that exposes most of her long , tanned legs. Her hair is long, set in a ponytail.
You vaguely she once was an swimwear model.
Like you, she is completely barefoot. You know what that means.
Like you, she belongs to your master.
A silk scarf covers her throat.
She greets you in front of the limo, embracing you. She is warm blooded like you. Her eyes, however, are blank. With a thrill, you realize that just like you, she is lost in the deepest hypnosis.
The embrace slowly turns into something more. Her right foot creeps up on your left calf under your sweat pants, the toes stroking your leg. Her mouth fastens on yours, and soon your tongues are willingly entwined. Yet another orgasm begins to build deep within you.
Then, simultaneously as if a switch has been thrown, the two of you pull away from each other. She goes to the driver’s side back door. You follow her.
She opens the door. No one needs to tell you to enter the limo.
The limousine interior is plush and dark, but you don’t care. All you see are his eyes. His beautiful, red eyes. You sense he is achingly beautiful, with long black hair and translucent pale skin covering a hero’s muscular frame.
But, it’s his eyes that matter.
You stand, halfway in the car. Frozen like a mouse staring at a swaying cobra. But there is no fear. Only longing to stare into those gorgeous, red eyes.
He laughs, not unkindly, and nods his head to the spot on the richly upholstered seat right next to him. He shifts his powerful upper body so that you can nestle next to him.
His gesture with his chin breaks through your frozen mind and body, and you smoothly sit up against him.
His body is cold, yet somehow still inviting. You yearn to rub against him, to kiss his full, blood red lips. But you know he is in charge, and will let you know what he wants you to do.
He gazes appreciatively at you, slowly starting into your eyes and then moving down all the way to the tips of your slender bare toes. When he finally speaks, there are slight Slavic notes to his accent.
“What a priceless beauty you are, Barefoot Cara. Even dressed like a peasant as you are, you would have been the toast of all the royal courts. Counts and dukes would duel to have you, kings and emperors would start wars to possess you. And here you are, the slave to my desire.”
You weakly nod your head in acceptance of your erotic servitude to him.
“You would be a fitting dark bride with whom I would spend an eternity……but that must wait, at least for now. There are tasks I need a thrall to do for me in the bright sunlight. Sweet Genevieve whom you just met serves my will well, but she is but one woman. And I need her by my constant side.”
You would have been disappointed that he would not transform you into his kind tonight, but such emotion is not available to you. All you care about is serving him, in any way he needs.
You feel able to speak for the first time since entering the limo.
“ I serve you, Master…….in any way you command.”
You’ve never been so sincere.
His smile fades and you feel the force of his lust fill his remarkable eyes. His large frame envelops you, but he begins with the gentlest kisses on your cheeks and lips. You begin kissing back, sensing his permission for you to do so and to press your body into his. Your hard nipples rub against him, and your tongue lovingly enters his mouth. As they do, they feel two sharp canines growing larger.
The limo is suddenly filled with the rear approaching headlights of an oncoming car. Without breaking your kiss, he snaps the fingers of his left hand. Genevieve murmurs, “Yes Master”. She waits until the car es, and pulls out into the road.
He pulls his lips from yours to kiss and lick your ear.
You begin to shake. He is taking you right to the edge of ion. You long to go down on him and taste his manhood. But he has a different idea. His lips trail down the side of your head to the side of your neck. You feel no exhaled breath as he does this. Somehow, you instinctively know to pull your head back and move your throat forward. Suddenly he plunges those canine teeth deeply into the side of your throat.
You realize you are doing the ultimate service for Master. You are feeding him with your life
It’s more than another orgasm. You see nothing but white light, you feel only the explosion of pleasure, your scream barely contained by the sound proof limo.
Sunlight hits your face from the window. You sit up, and feel a slight stinging on the right side of your throat. You touch the spot and are rewarded by the feel of two small bite mounds.
It wasn’t a dream. It really happened.
But, wait….how is it you ? All of it is there, your summoning, your sleepwalk, the beautiful, hypnotized chauffeur……..him. The other times he called to you, you ed nothing.
His voice answers your question. The voice is now far stronger than his prior telepathic summons.
“Yes, my beautiful slave. The nature of your servitude changed last night. I took your blood, and had you drink a bit of mine. Now, you are blood of my blood, a pure extension of my will. From this point forward, to your last breath, when I will you to do a thing, it shall be done.”
You meekly nod.
“Yes Master…….it shall be done.”
There were no more words from Master. You know that even he must rest, under Genevieve’s loyal guard. In your mind’s eye, you see her lying asleep atop his coffin, a dagger at her side. Her driver uniform had been replaced by a long white nightgown.
You look down at your casual sleepwear, and his “peasant” comment. One of your many tasks would be buying something more to his taste.
You get up and dress. A nice, short skirt and a black tee. Shoes and socks are ignored.
You feel the stinging on your throat again. After a moment’s thought, you get a pink scarf out. You must avoid needless questions from your roommates. You consider washing your feet….after a prior sleepwalk, they had remarked how dirty they were. You look at your soles. They’re not too bad. Besides, you were going out again right now. You made a mental note to wash them on your return.
You do your make up and hair. You truly always want to be beautiful for him. You feel he is even now watching you.
You make your way through the still sleeping house on silent bare feet. You don’t want to have to explain why you are up and about. You carefully close the door, and make your way to the car. His tasks will take you across the city.
Your foot touches the cool metal of the brake pedal as you start your car.
The orgasm shakes the auto.