Mind bondage-4

“Adele, I am here to explain your options to you,” she said slowly. “There are only two directions that you will be allowed to take from here, for the sake of your own safety. Your first option is to go back to the way that you were. Mr. Mendoza can arrange for you to get a supply of sleeping pills on a regular basis to treat your insomnia, but there will be no cure.”

My head was shaking already. I didn’t want to be like before. Stressed out and undersexed and not sleeping was not the way I wanted to spend my life, especially now that I knew that I was a slut. She smiled down at me. She was wearing a shapeless shift, which prevented me from seeing the distractions of her breasts. I found myself wanting her to be naked again. Sluts should be naked. And fucked.

“Adele!” her voice broke me from my reverie. “Listen to me. Your second option is to submit to your body, but safely. The only way to submit to your body, your need to be a slut, is to be a slave.”

I was having trouble processing anything beyond submitting to my body. I wanted orgasm. I wanted penetration.