Eventually, her brain just shuts down and she squirms mindlessly, rhythmically, not to get more or less of the vibe but just because stimulation causes response. Usually I bring things to a close at this point, but tonight she said she wanted a mindfuck. I doubt she had this in mind, but that’s kinda the point, isn’t it?
I walked around, behind her, held her hair, my teeth close to her ear, and spoke in the same low, calm, gentle tones that my voice falls into when I’m at my most dangerous.
“I don’t know if any conscious part of your brain can hear me, and frankly I don’t fucking care, because either way it’s helpless, vulnerable. You’re a book, a journal, cracked wide open and my voice is going to seep deep into your subconscious and write a few things. Already, if you had any ability to focus, you’d notice my voice going straight through you, not just to the center of your brain but through it, rebounding and resonating into all corners, with your mind taking in anything… everything… that my voice decides to give you. When I’m through with you, it might take a few minutes to regain consciousness and by the time you wake up tomorrow your brain will be back to normal, mental defenses back up, working fine. Here and now, however, I’m going to slip in some things so deep that you won’t even feel them. Tonight as you recover, you’ll be slightly disappointed because it doesn’t feel like I mindfucked you in the way you expected… but over the next few days, as you realize how you respond to me, my grin, and my voice, you’ll understand. It will hit you so powerfully that you’d cum from the realization of it if only you could… but that’s part of the mindfuck. Tonight, while you’re tied, open, cumming over and over, helpless in body and mind, reeling from the way my voice vibrates and massages your mind, I’m going to create an orgasm block deep inside your head that learns with each squirm, each edge, each time your cunt clenches, becoming more and more effective. The more you try to fight it, the stronger it gets, and the more it’s presence turns you on.
“The mindfuck is that how you’ll get so fucking aroused by the fact that you won’t be able to cum. You’ll feel that erotic desperation approach like a slow but unstoppable train, self-perpetuating by how orgasm-denied cunt drips at the thought of being denied and the knowledge that this spiral is something I’m merely enhancing. It’s always been there, and we both know it.
“And now… we begin… and I want you to begin by focusing on your hypersensitive clit for me, how you can’t get away, how those vibrations keep making you cum, and cum, and cum…”