Mind Control Sessions.

So, in this L.N. was in her room. Her breasts were now fuller yet not projecting out more. This was something she told me of. She mentioned once in a quip- flatly stated- she was alright the way she was and that ended that. The after effect of the God Helmet was wonderful!

Cognitive awareness for a wearer of the helmet, as it were, meant not being fully alert to happenings. It was advised, in my opinion after showering and once you lie down to relax. I had L.N. use it on the computer, downstairs. I had her on my computer system, beneath the stairwell. A gentle swirling, blue design from Warp My Mind was playing. I must say!

E.M.G. sure as hey provides awesome, relaxing items to view... The God Helmet is not to be confused with other devises on the market. See, what in degree to thickness of the human skull of mankind, layers of surrounding fatty tissue as well, other duplicates work yet not near the desires resulted! So, there was L.N.: seated at the computer system. A Tropic Storm placed the T.V. off the air. Since she was not watching her favorite show, I invited she try my program, instead. She did...

I mean for right now, in her bedroom, buck naked, hands and knees, leaned forward. I am with trousers down and standing erect at the edge to the bed. "Oiled well for her, of course!" After effects, okay? Got to explain these effects, after. I need talk out those after effects. "My, goodness!" That hourglass shape and her face down in the pillow. I am simply standing here, at the edge of her bed. Door closed. She looks so submissive. I am so turned on. Haxsaw is racing like a motor bike in the red zone. Her eyes are like a doll, glassy and disconnected from true, centered focal point. Well, lets get my after effects explained to you all.
Red zone...
Red zone...
red zone...
Feed the dog a bone...

It was she heard the special sound file from E.M.G. Now, please, my English is not best. E.M.G. is not the manufacturer of the God Helmet. I need let gentle readers understand that blessed article is found at: Shiva Neural Technology. It costs Haxsaw lots! $649.oo U.S. Dollars. I considered it my early Christmas gift and left like that.
I am reaching out my hand, stroking L.N.'s gorgeous hair. It is long, slightly below her shoulder blades. I had some high school drop outs here last month. They were hanging out. I asked kindly they leave. They groaned and refused. I got a little nasty. It was then this same L.N. came back from U.M., morning classes completed. We embraced, a bit of passion. She was carrying her duffel a bag, slung over a shoulder. I told I loved her. "Go upstairs to get your 9mm." Funny... The high school drop outs left!
Red zone...
Red zone...
Red zone...
Leave my girl alone...

I was pressing against her. In her bedroom was a pink desk, against a wall. Another homework assignment needed completion. Beneath inlaid glass were selected photos a girl would choose. Some were picture images of a twelve year old birthday. Memories need be preserved.
My thick cock or at least South Pacific Island Girls make a man feel, really feel, feeling quite huge, yeah. Ready- go! Red zone time. Back to, tail end up, legs spread, L.N.'s sweet, sweet private place of passion was now mine, all mine and only mine. I felt that sudden, unmistakable urge to use or want a strong arm to look over my shoulder, to protect her at all costs. Devil be damned, I would die for her, if need be. My hungry fingers massaging the posterior fourchet to that private place of passion I slid in, some at least.
I stopped. L.N. was gasping as her vaginal entrance stretched.

While L.N. was breathing, rapidly and jagged I was much the same. It was one thing. My thing. The foreskin ripped. "Yeah!" You read that correctly, gentle readers. The foreskin ripped, yanked, peeled back yet so did the entire length of skin encircling my dick! It was like, she was not normal. So tight, so scary tight. I was having a bad, bad asthma attack. I was in the red zone.
Red zone...
Red zone...
Red zone...

"I am..." I panted, hovered over her, pressing a hand upon her shoulders. Another hand tried supporting myself upon the mattress. "So in love. I am. I am so deeply, deeply in love!" L.N. was emitting cries of laughter, broken by tears of pleasure and pain.
"Really, Haxsaw?" she quipped as she panted. I started moving my hips, my breath back.
"You! Only you! I need only you, L.N.! I would kill for you. We are not having sex. We are now one body. I need this. More..." My hips flexed in and away from her lower frame. "Just forever in you and only you. You forever I love, L.N." I stammered. The after effects of the God Helmet had L.N. so passive, so tender. I need admit I am nasty. I am the one who can lose his temper. L.N. sometimes refers to me as Mr. Grumpy. I made pace. "I need be at one with you, L.N.!" I declared like a war cry. L.N. was crying. I was upright. Tenderly I stroked her long, black hair. I felt, really felt that urge, oh, felt the urge to come and come hard. I yanked out as I stood upwardly. "One body, L.N.!" My quivering penis was shooting five loads of sperm and I then fell forward. L.N. rolled on her side. I heard her cry, suddenly, as I had pulled out; a yanking, upward pull. I noted she was passed out. I also noted sperm loads on the floor needing to be cleaned by me, of course. Hardwood flooring upstairs and I forget to bring a handkerchief?
Red zone...
Red zone...
Red zone...
Clean it up alone.

L.N. is upstairs, doing homework, as I write. I often write her as many differing ages. In reality, she is in her twenties. "Yeah, yeah, guard her like a bulldog!" As little self esteem myself why not to guard her, feeling good over what I done, to help in this Pacific Island Territory? I mean, every country has troubles yet this country has less. On the other hand, it happens to be Third World. It just so happens to be Developing Third World. Like shared with friends, you have something to invest in. Its developing! A different investment portfolio than other countries. I have this nice, really nice and cheap to buy, summer home. Things are cheap here. I live well, to certain extent. I listened to the God Helmet today. Err.... Wow. Did I? I feel so passive myself and L.N. and I have in-depth conversations.

From others who asked, you will listen to files here, after smoking a joint yet remember, drugs are illegal for reason. I also recommend use The Cal-Mag Vitamin Regimen. A daily exercise program, suited for you is needed to counter balance drugs you choose. I do not suggest drug usage.
The God Helmet was really cool, along while listening to files at Warp My Mind. L.N. blanked out, completely. Her submissive obedience I command, (after effect,) was profound. I am amazed, myself. We discuss what we envision, think of each other, during the day. For those alone it causes you feel, generally calm- relaxed. I never use drugs and highly recommend this, over drug usage. Once a week. In closing, my comments on molybdenum magnets are a cheaper alternative for temporary results in altered states. A quiet room, lights low and listen to a Warp My Mind file. I need check on my angelic being upstairs. Err. That would be L.N. Yeah! She hung a sign at her bedroom door.
RED ZONE!!!
RED ZONE!!!
RED ZONE!!!
TELEPHONE!