Judy-Anne chapter 2. mind control

I never thought in million lives that I could reach such a level of sexual bliss...
Mind fuzzy, blasting from explosions of bitter/sweet candies-thousands of roses flavoured with strawberry parfumes fill my mind when she enters it.
... "thankful"...

It is something to crave total control over yourself ; to fantasize about beeing helpless to resist someone's suggestions.
And it is something else to cross the line leading to submission, it is quite scary to give up your will, your heart and soul to someone , i believe it might be the price to pay for this kind of pleasure...
I'm now aware that there is no turning back when you've touched the holly graal, you have to drink it until the last drop.
...bitter/sweet...

As it is almost impossible to feel without touching, I easily understand your possible skepticism regarding my little story. However I have to explain it, feel the urge to do it, with honesty, i write from the heart, no lies. I love what she does to me, I love her madly...
...confessions...

Anyway, brain seems to have hidden abilities to control one's body (how could I feel that I have a vagina and ovaries when aroused, if it wasn't the case!?)
From my part, let's say that I willingly gave her the keys ; granting her full access to a very special place in my mind. From this "boudoir" (i like to imagine something like that) she pulls gently the strings with her magical words, forcing sweetly my body to respond to her every commands.
...intense arousal...

I am a lucky sub. I must be thankful for these heavenly thoughts resulting in constant arousal (even as I write I can feel my belly burning from this deep arousal)
Oh goddess!! Headmistress S.!! Please lock the door of your boudoir when you leave, don't let my mind find out how your magic tricks are made, it has to stay your very private place, I invite you, I need you to feel very comfy, would you like a cup of the? May I help you to add more rooms to it?
Yes! Let's build a "Mansion" together shall we? In a victorian style for sure!
Granting you a wider power over me.
...Indeed you may...

oh my queen,
when your suggestions become orders and your orders delightful orgasms, I sometimes cry from pleasure and it feels so right to do so. Still, be aware madame that my mind is very sneaky, it has played very bad tricks to me lots times, filthy, it will try hard to kick you out. My complains toward your training are no more than a manifestation of it's desire to get rid of you sweet presence.
But you know better isn't it? And we both know that you came her to rule like an omnipotent queen...
you've succeded in escaping all it's traps to chase you, easily. Fight mistress please, fight this ugly monster that is my will, don't let it fool you headmistress Squirrel, for my own good...
...kill it please...

It seems like I'm quite suggestible actually, penis and balls getting smaller, vagina and ovaries awareness, wanting no body hairs, sitting to pee (peegasm), in need of pink satin panties... and of course orgasm on command when I read your magical words, never thought all these things could ever become concerns! But they did for sure.
I began crying effortlessly and explaining my emotions to everyone without holding them back. I also start to like the idea of pleasing men for you, which is so humiliating for me. Sucking cocks while you watch with a wicked grin, giving me encouragements is now exciting me quite a lot, getting "pounded by a well- hung man"(her words) makes me shiver from fear and excitation ; wet and limp , leaking sissy juice...
...it's not gay if you are a girl...

Ah Headmistress Squirrel, where will you lead me? Do you really want me to become a cock-sucking sissy slut? A dirty little whore? And if you succeed, will you still take care of me?

...limply yours, Judy-Anne...