A Need For Guidance

A Need for Guidance

“You just need guidance, that’s all,” Emma said, her satin-smooth voice leaving absolutely no room for argument. “I could tell the moment I laid eyes on you. I thought to myself, ‘There’s a confused young woman who just needs to find someone to show her the right path in life.’ That’s why I took you on as my assistant. Because I knew I could mold you into the strong, confident woman that you know you can be.”

Natalie didn’t feel strong or confident at the moment. Not with Emma’s strong, muscular arms holding apart Natalie’s trembling thighs, exposing her cunt to the video camera on the other side of the room so that Emma could rub it in tight circles. She didn’t know whether the footage was being streamed somewhere, or whether Emma was making the recording for her own personal entertainment. She couldn’t bring herself to ask. She couldn’t change the answer anyway.

“And you’re doing so well, pretty girl!” Natalie hated herself for the warm, tingling surge of pride that buzzed at the base of her brain when she heard Emma’s smooth, silky praise. She knew that she was a people pleaser, always had been, and authority figures always inspired that desperate urge to show just how completely she could remake herself into the person they wanted her to be. It was why she thought a female boss would be a good choice for her; Natalie figured that maybe a woman would be less inclined to take advantage of her malleability. She learned too late just how wrong she was.

“You’re responding perfectly,” Emma cooed, allowing her fingers to dredge through the slick channel between Natalie’s puffy pink labia. “You see? Your body is showing you what you really need, deep down. When you trust me like this, when you ignore that nasty suspicious voice inside your head and really listen to your wet, hungry pussy for me, you feel so much better. So much happier. Just give in to that peace and pleasure and let yourself go into my guidance and control.” Natalie whimpered. Her determination bowed and buckled under the pressure of Emma’s words, threatening to give way at any moment and collapse into helpless obedience.

“That’s my sweet little slut,” Emma purred gently, working first two and then three fingers deep into Natalie’s soaking cunt. “It’s so much easier to be led, isn’t it? So much easier to be guided by my will, drawn to that soft place in your mind where you don’t need to think anymore.” It was terrifyingly easy, Natalie slowly realized. She’d been doing it without even realizing it, disconnecting her mind and her thoughts from the situation until she was nothing but a passive observer inside her own body. And Emma was encouraging that, turning Natalie’s disassociation into a deep hypnotic trance. She could really do it, Natalie thought loosely. Emma could remake Natalie’s mind, her personality, her perceptions into whatever best suited Emma’s desires. And Natalie would go along with it willingly.

Because helplessness was its own kind of escape. Natalie could give up on memory, stop struggling and accept the passive surrender that Emma offered. She could retreat into her own head, allow herself to be used and shaped and molded into the obedient fucktoy Emma wanted, and then she would never have to think about it again. Or anything else. Freedom from resistance seemed like the ultimate gift at that moment. “That’s a good little girl,” Emma murmured in her ear, and Natalie’s eyes rolled back in her head as she let herself stop thinking and came.

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