Summary: Ebony erotica follow up to: The Therapist. Cass receives a strange message, that sends him deep into a spiral.
Accompanying song: H.E.R. – Jungle
Seven days left till Christmas, and Cass was enjoying another late night in the office. A proposal to complete, and endless research, left him staring at his computer screen, long after the sun went down, and everyone else had left for home.
He loosened his tie, undoing a few buttons and getting up to pace around the office, staring out at the large windows behind his desk, in his 38th floor suite. The phone blipped, simultaneously with the unread notifications chime from his inbox.
“Two, new, messages,” the robotic female voice announced. Cass swiping the screen on his phone and walking over to the computer.
It was after 8pm, and his partner was emailing him to remind him about the deadline. Cass stood looking down at the screen, mouse in hand, and clicked on the next message, not fully paying attention to the screen and turning his back, with a sigh.
“Hello, Cass.”
Freezing in place, Cass lifted his chin, and turned to look at the screen. He knew the voice. He had done everything in his power to push it out of his mind, the first, and last session he’d had with his new therapist. But now it all flooded back, amidst the low hum of the computer, his mind filled with the imagery of all that he swore he’d imagined. Even convincing himself that she didn’t exist. But that was the voice, the same voice that overroad his senses, when she was standing right in front of him, caused a switch to go off.
“I want you to stroke for me, Cass. Stroke for me, now.”
His face went slack, as that voice, soft and sweet, poured out of his desktop speakers.
“Stroke for you…” he repeated, dumbly. His mind going blank as soon as he heard the command. From…. Her.
The only her, that mattered. Out of his head spilled the days’ work, all that came with it, suddenly turned into staring blankly into nothing. And all it had taken, to erase the day’s thoughts, were three little words.
His need for H.E.R. brought his body to life, fingers mindlessly undoing more buttons. She hadn’t said, “strip” had she? It didn’t matter, he needed this, to be naked and obedient, for.. Her. Shirt, and pants falling in a heap to the floor.
Cass didn’t know how she did it, how she found him. “Where are you..” he mumbled, breaking through the haze of the trance, for as long as it took him to utter the words, and then falling back under, deeper this time.
Wanting so badly to reach for her, but instead his hand gripped his cock, groaning at the sensation of the mechanical, mindless movement. His hips gyrating to the melody of an unheard song. Her song.
“Good boy,” her voice cooed from the speaker, “you’ve had a long day, Cass. It’s time to be a good toy, for your Mistress.”
“G-good toy,” he repeated, panting with the effort he exerted. Oh how his body ached now, his need building. He let out a moan, letting his head fall back, as the programming took hold. “Good.. toy for Mistress.”
“The more you stroke, the deeper you fall.”
“Deeper.. Falling..”
“The deeper you fall, the harder your cock gets.”
“Mmm, FUCK,” he moaned, “harder, for you.”
“The harder you get, the more you need to obey.”
Her voice commands coming in rapidly now, as his body jerked and pumped.
“The more you obey, the hornier you feel. So horny need to cum so badly. Knowing if you cum for me, your programming will sink deep into your subconscious.”
He was floating in her void, needy and making the desperate sounds of arousal that could not be put into words. Nothing else existed, he could see her, hear her, feel her. “Y-yessss, siinking.. O-ohhhmmplease y-yourr f-fuck..”
Words slurring blending into an incoherent stream of compliance.
“It’s time, Cass. Be a good toy. Make Mistress happy.”
Cass replied with a grunt, hunching forward and letting the waves of his climax pull him in. An unintelligible stream of sounds of pleasure, echoing through the office. Panting his shoulders slumped, still deep in the trance, and the afterglow, unaware of all else.
“Come back to me…”
Lifting his head, his breathing regaining a steady pace, “back to you..”
Cass blinked rapidly, looking around the room, then back to the mess he’d just made on the desk. He tried to recall what just happened, his body tingling, but all he could find was blank space. Unable to remember how his clothes ended up on the floor, or what prompted him to spray a load of cum all over his desk.
The screen blinked, then went white, returning to his open inbox. Another blip sounded, new messages waiting for him.
Collecting himself, he checked his messages, finding a congratulatory reply to an email he didn’t remember sending, thanking him for completing deadline. But when had he done that? How much time had passed while he was… somewhere else? More importantly, his mind went back to confusion, as to why was he standing in his office naked.. panicking and wondering what else he did before he came to, and if anyone had seen him.
The next message made his heart jump.
“Hi Cass. I look forward to seeing you at our next session. Just wanted to touch base, and I hope you are feeling refreshed, and invigorated, from our last exercise. If there is anything you need to discuss outside of what we talked about last week, please bring it to my attention, when you come back to me on Saturday.”
It was signed, from H.E.R.