Hilda\' s two Masters

Hilda’s two Masters part 12 of 20

 

Foreword:

English is one of the meeting languages and that means that now days people with their own different languages at their tongues meets in English with others.

 

It is of course tempting for the genuine English people to not put efforts into learning a new language themselves, as they always are served moderately understandable English.

 

I didn’t say lazily, but more naturally. It is as easy as it is to forget that a foreigner who speaks with a foreign accent also can have another, perhaps many more language in his knowledge.

 

The great advantage for everyone is the great variety of knowledge that is accessible to many.

 

Don’t laugh at accents, be humble as we are!

 

I have four, except English, that I still study.

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Cecilita

 

 

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Hilda:

 

I sat naked in the easy chair and waited for him to act or give me an order.

 

He bended over me and put one hand on my forehead and the other at the upper part of my stomach, but he didn’t touch my breasts. I wouldn’t mind, they had liked to be touched.

 

- You will be completely awake and clear in your head and you may think on anything you like. I will reach your subconscious by my voice, for one, as a carrier-wave. It brings my “signals” indirectly into your subconscious. If you want to listen it’s OK for me, do as you want. I don’t want you to sleep. 

 

- Yes Master!”

 

I answered obediently and almost awestruck, but didn’t know if I wanted to listen to his nice and calm voice or have my own thoughts.

 

I didn’t need to decide.

 

Suddenly I thought of Mats and his play with me and how nice it felt when he was my Master. But also how nice it was to be Master Micke’s slave-girl, as I still am. It was some funny parallel-thoughts, which I never have had before. I was surprised that I could think of two Masters at the same time and from different times.

It felt almost as if I had a basic Master.

 

I could remember my feelings in details when I sucked on Mats. How carefully I treated his tool with my lips and tongue, how I moved my head over it and pushed it down my throat and also that it hurt a bit and I felt tensed in my throat in the beginning, but soon it went so smoothly. It was if I had a tube downwards to my stomach, as an extra vagina for my Master, which he could use at his will. My gag-reflexes he had trained away long time ago, so they were gone now. 

 

It felt so nice in my whole body to think about this and what surprised me the most was that I couldn’t only feel how it felt, but also remember scents and flavors and that I could distinguish one taste from another.

 

It all felt like an amazingly nice sex dream but I could steer it in this daydream. I could review experiences, events, with scents and flavors, ticklish feelings and touches at my own choice forwards and back as a video. I could also enjoy them in slow motion and really feel the experiences. Perhaps the oddest thing was that I could extract experience details and KEEP them, as when you put your video at pause and then just enjoy that feeling.  I knew that this was impossible, but still I experienced it in real-time.

 

I could see Him standing there all the time and I was completely awake but it felt like a wonderful and really wet dream.

 

So came another feelings over me and it went indescribably nice, but in a new way. I got an strong feeling of that all those experiences, scents in the beginning was an initial phase as at the movie and now it was time for the feature picture. And what a feature!

 

My whole body started to feel, it was like every nerve fiber in my body were called to an meeting in the same conference room and that I could experience it all and everything at the same time. I wasn’t used to so many perceptions at the same time, but I could surprisingly handle them all.

 

So suddenly I felt the nerve fibers and sensory nerves in my vaginal muscles, it was like I could separate every muscle fibers and muscular attachment. All began to contract and retract and cause a so wonderful pleasure that I thought I shouldn’t be able to percept it, but I did.

 

Otherwise, when it is as its best with a gay, it is only ONE pleasure area I could feel and concentrate to and hold on to. Now the pleasure signals splitter up from all those thousands of nerve-cells and I could percept them all and at once in a flashing way. It was as if the time of seconds had splitter down to ten or more fractions of seconds, as if the time perception had slowed down and I could enjoy it all, but in the same time. (It’s so difficult to explain in a foreign language!)

 

As this wasn’t enough of input to my poor brain and its delight-central-office I suddenly felt my clitoris be so super-sensitive that I could feel the air around it and I’m convinced that it looked up from its cover, as when I redraw the fore-skin from my Masters cock. It felt like my clitoris started to move itself or was so sensitive that it need not be touched. It was enough that I thought of it.

 

In all those thousands of inputs I felt my tits starting to swell and also be mega-sensitive that even they react from the air in the room. It developed pleasure that just didn’t existed. 

 

I felt all this simultaneously and now started a new wonderful trial for my pleasure-centre.

 

All the input-signals and delight sensations started to work together and wind upwards in an unimaginable spiral up up and up.

 

- Breathe!

 

Even if I saw him standing there all the time he was so unimportant to my mind and I heard his voice from far away telling me to breathe and I felt disturbed in my pleasure and wanted to scream: “Hell, I do!”. But suddenly I understood that it was my Master and I had to obey him.

 

I could see the room and Him and I felt that far away my lungs was taking a deep inhale, but I did it only to obey Him. I had no time for it. It was so indescribable and tremendous delightful that I had no room for anything else than this wonderful input-signals and to hold on to them in my brain.

 

As soon as I obeyed him this wonderful world of pleasure returned and everything spin up wards again together with all those unspeakable lovely signals. And now with more delight than before.

 

Without of me know it, my brain had been taught that if I obeyed, even if it felt difficult to do, the delight would return, a hundredfold.

 

Something inside of me had made that connection between obeying and those wonderful thrills.

 

It longed for several seconds more and then it started to go down. And I thought or maybe I said it loud:

 

-”Master, please give me an order, what ever you want!

 

The rescue came.

 

- ORDER-POSITION!

 

I’m sure that my body, never in my life, had changed position from sitting and to standing as incredibly quickly as I did now. I wanted to feel the nice feelings again, to any price at all. My brain or perhaps my subconscious had already put equals sign between obey, obey quickly and get pleasure.

 

And I got my reward!

 

I stood in order-position. My head was in a whirl by the quick raising for the first seconds. But I felt that for every muscle-group that I stretched up to the order-position, the pleasure swept over me as a hurricane. When I moved my legs apart, slanted out my elbows, interlaced my finger behind my neck, got up to tiptoes, opened up my mouth and sent out my tongue, I got one micro-kick for every detail-motion.  And the surprise was that I could receive and enjoy all of it.

 

Standing up naked in the room and in the order-position my body gave way for an orgasm, that I never in my life even had been close to before. Not touching myself, as if my clitoris touched itself by its own movements, I orgasm in seconds for seconds and minutes for minutes and it didn’t go down, only up, up, up, up and up, more and more for every detail correction I adjust my body into.

 

Orgasm in standing-position naked at the floor it is absolutely madness, but it was so breathtaking miraculous that the normally word pleasure lost it meaning. Time was so unimportant when I stood there convulsing in never-ending wave after wave, but I can say it lasted for long time, splitter up in those fractions of seconds.

 

It was absolutely heaven. No, much more than that. I remember the sentence from a girl: “A Universe of delight!”

 

After that orgasmic vibrates I could feel that my body was so close to a new orgasm. If he had touched me I had gone off, again.

 

I have always been blessed with great bodily orgasms and for that I’m grateful, but the mental orgasm trigging up the bodily orgasm was more than heavenly. My ordinary orgasm was nothing compared to this new feeling as it also prolonged my bodily orgasm and splitter it down to micro-sensations that were mega in themselves.  My God!

 

I was completely full of my own wanting to obey quickly to get these pleasures back. I was not more foolish than I understood that my obedience and this incredible delight were interlocked inside of my brain and that He had, by some technique, implanted it there.  Not that I knew when he did it and it didn’t matter.

 

What I didn’t understand in that moment was how I was rewarded with this “impossible to comprehend” delightfully pleasure but my brain had learned that the quicker I obeyed the quicker came the reward. It certainly comes from my own inside.

 

He had called this absolute Universe of pleasure, an entirely private motivation to obey!

 

My God, obedience is going to be my second name!

I can be anyone’s slave-girl and slut for these delights!

 

But that was only my spontaneous thoughts; my common sense hadn’t had its say yet.

 

//

 

When everything inside of me had settle down He sat and explained all this, but he stressed that the unimaginable delight was the drive factor. He ordered me back in the cold leather chair when he talked.

 

He also told me my brain’s motivation had been affected by this delight, which He was able to help me produce in my unconscious through his new method. 

In my new motivation I would, from now on, react to it as the delight was connected to two actions: to obey and to obey quickly.

 

I would notice that the quicker I obeyed the more and stronger of this delight. He told me that my brain already had learned it and now I could just know, He added and smiled.

 

Yes, I have already experienced that and understood the connection and enjoyed the delight when I moved quickly at his order, I thought for myself.

 

- For you this reaction is only related to the Master-slave-girl-situation. That means that you will not obey all people around you, if that is what you are afraid of.

 

I didn’t answer him. I hadn’t thought so far into the future, but now I understood that it could be a risk. As long as I was rewarded in this way I could obey anyone, but then again, I mustn’t be a public slave-girl.

But I admit that the thought felt thrilling in some odd way. But, NO!

 

- That is the reason for that Micke had ordered you to obey me during this weekend, other ways it hadn’t worked in the right way. When you obey me it is merely for your sake and not for mine.

 

It seemed as he was anxious to explain to me so I wouldn’t believe that this inexplicable was hocus-pocus. But even after he explained to me it still felt like magic, a wonderful magic.

 

He continued:

 

- I will try to make this very simplified. I don’t know how muck you know about the basic psychology.

Our fantastic brain can, with many billions operations per second, only focus at one signal at the time. (Even if splinter in parts of seconds).  You have surely heard about STM (short term memory) and know that it is only 1 second long and that our sensory memory handles ten times more of the complete bombardment of impulses in our perception.

That is an old knowledge, now days we know that it handles enormous much more.

 

- Surely you have also heard of and noticed that a woman (normally) can keep many balls in the air at the time. You have a higher simultaneous capacity when most men are content with one ball at the time.

 

“He has TWO balls” my thoughts added but I didn’t dare to say it out loudly.

 

- The reason is that she can speed up her focus so that she flashes between different elements in her attention. It is the attention, what we put in focus, which steer all our thinking and memory-handling. This is a part of my research work.

 

There is also a much more interesting world of unconscious intelligence, in other words, all that below the conscious. This world is huge. 

 

I got a feeling of that my brain lived its own life beside me but he explained that the unconscious cybernetic instead lived parallel with us.

 

We know, by later and foremost American research much more about all the subliminal inputs and now further more about its newly discovered and interesting feedback.

 

(Hilda): Though I tried to be attentive and ready to learn, with pen and paper, when he explained, I understood far from everything. My notes told me that he had talked about “a image can replace a body-sensation, a sensation slide over to a feeling, movement, thought or an importance memory”.

 

Yes, he told me much more that I can’t report on. But I can give word for my experience and that is important to me. The road and the technique to get there is not that interesting for me, but the end station is. There I find the wonderful effects as I experience in my mind and my body.

 

Still he continues to explain and I was proud that thought of me as that intelligent:

 

- If you see it like this. When we are a wake we can normally percept 7 thing simultaneously. We can focus at seven figures, words or sound simultaneously, not more.

 

-When we play an instrument, percept sound impulses, lights, tastes we can only deliberately perceive it with a speed of circa 20 bits information per second.

 

- In contrast to that fact we receive by our senses impulses at a speed of more than 10 million bits per second. All this goes somewhere and it is in this field my research starts.

 

- It is firstly in the supra modal area that I had elaborate my research further. I will publish the results within two – three years. You have just noticed one little side-effect. But this works at many more fields as well.

I have a personal interest in the field of submission and that is why I have concentrated on that. As it advances in small steps I have needed some volunteers to try out the different steps. You will experience two little steps, the motivation-effects and the multi-perceptive-process and more to come.

 

-By influence the unconscious in the right way I can persuade your brain to handle many more impulses simultaneously or more rightly, make your attention flash between a huge amount of sensations in the very same time and with a much trigged up speed.

I think you have noticed that?

That is also why I have concentrated on women for these tests, as they are predestinated for this way of handling impulses, but I will further on develop my method.  With female volunteers I got the existent flash-effect for free.

I’m sure you noticed that I said “persuade your brain” and not influence. What I do is much closer to the words; persuade, lead, guide and “hold hands” than influence and manipulate.

 

- Well, I know that I’m a little too much scientist and I know that it is the thousand fold experience that counts for you.

 

- The main thing is that everything happens in your very own brain and mind. I’m just opening the doors for you and prepare your brain and mind to the effects.

 

//

 

- Are you hungry for little supper?

 

- No thanks, Master. I rather don’t eat in the evenings; it’s not good for the body. But if you ordered me, what can I do?

 

It felt enormous good in my body when I said that. I hope that he would order me to eat and I would do that very obediently, every bite to swallow.

 

I felt an inner rewarded for “Master” and my obedient thoughts. 

 

- Okay, then you will go to bed. I will show your room.

The bed is done and waiting for you. You must be fagged. I know that it is very tiring with those exercises. You will have a lot to melt during your sleep and we have a very long day tomorrow. 

 

He moved to the door, but noticed that I sat obediently and waited for an order. That obedience was rewarded.

 

- Come with me!

 

- Yes Master!

 

I run quickly up to him and followed him into another room and then another. I saw a 120 cm (47 in) bed with summer flowery cover and with calm colors in green and light green.

 

A bedside lamp was switched on.

 

He also showed me the guest-toilet and told me to get my suite-case. But there was guest-toothbrush, toothpaste, soap and a towel. 

 

I felt a little disappointed. Shouldn’t I, as his slave-girl sleep in His bedroom? But I also felt calmed. No, disappointed! My next thought was: “Is there something wrong with me?” and “Does He like my body, doesn’t He want me?”

“Use me!” something in my stomach added.

 

I was his slave-girl and had to assume that he used his right.

 

- Go to bed and sleep well. As you see there is no nightdress and you didn’t bring any. It is warm in here and you don’t need any as soon you are under the cover. Tomorrow you may sleep as long as you want.

Good night and sleep well!

 

- Good night Master and thank you very much. I will thank you more properly later.

 

I didn’t really know what I meant. Should I say thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you?

Or should I offer him my body?

How could I do that? 

 

I had to obey any order from him so it was easy for him to use my body in any way he wanted. I had nothing more to offer him.

 

// 

 

 

ZZZZZZZZ

 

I woke up thoroughly rested when the clock was striking nine. I hadn’t heard it before.

 

My whole mind and body longed for a fraction of the delight that I had experienced yesterday.

 

When Rebecca had told me that the girls were prepared to offer an arm to visit Him, I thought that she was too drastic. I mean an arm?

 

Now my mind understood the depth of what she meant. I could feel it in every little ganglion in my mind and body, what she meant.

 

But there was one thing that tortures my mind. There is a price tag to everything. What would this heavenly pleasures cost me in the future?

It couldn’t be all for free, could it? I haven’t been that entire good girl in my life.

 

Think if Destiny demands that I give up Master Micke to repay for this pleasure. Well I’m still too egoistic to give up this pleasure so I had to find a new Master, even if it hurts. Perhaps if I begged at my bare knees perhaps I could stay with Him as long as He wanted. He could use me for all His experiments. I could be the best slave-girl as he ever had had.

Well that last sentence I didn’t believe in myself. Who was I to compete with those mega-obedient girls he could create with his power.

 

Okay, Mrs. Destiny, I’ll give up Master Micke!

 

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After my morning wash I tried to find my way in the house and passed door after door on my way to the kitchen. It felt funny to walk around naked in a strange house. Passing windows, with out of Venetian blinds but the street outside was calm and quiet. He had told me to be naked so I didn’t care. It was his responsibility. I had to obey. It felt so wonderful to think so and the most fantastic of all was that I thought so by myself.

 

Please let Him adjust my mind so I could be a real slave-girl with infinitely forced tasks to submit to.

Suddenly I felt that I was so happy when I was Mats’s sex-toy and sperm-releasing-automat and even when he showed my blind obedience to his friends. And I was prepared for much more…..

 

In the kitchen He sat at the same stool and was dressed in a dark blue dressing gown in terry cloth.

 

- God morning!

 

- Good morning, Master!

 

- Sit at your place. The breakfast is ready in a minute, coffee or tea?

 

Obediently I sat down at the stool and quick as lightning and was immediately rewarded by that delighting feeling waving through my body.

It works!

The feeling was light-year from the experience from yesterday, but a presentiment, that promise me more.

 

- Thank you Master, coffee will be good. But I can do it. I’m the slave-girl!

 

I reminded him.

 

He laughed a little chuckling.

 

- Yes, but you are my guest now at the Saturday morning. There will be a day tomorrow.

 

- Yes Master.

 

- May I ask Master?

 

- Yes!

 

- Have you something better in store for my tomorrow then?

 

- Nosy Parker! You will obediently wait and see, what I have in store for you, won’t you?

 

- Yes Master!

 

- Well! Have your mind and body landed after yesterday evening?

 

- Thank you Master. My whole body trembles in yearning for what I experienced.

 

I answered as honestly as I could.

 

- You are a bit egoistic, are you? I had to handle with that as well. Master Micke told me that you want to be a real slave-girl. I can make you one, but never without your own consent.

 

- Yes Master. Thank you Master!

 

- Do you remember what I told you yesterday? Now your brain had learned that it will be rewarded by a splash of that delighting feeling as soon as you obeys and a bit more when you obey quickly. It works like when you sat down at that stool. You felt it then?

 

- OH yes Master. I remember everything and I’m so thankful. Thank you Master!

 

One funny thing, it felt so good to say “Master” to Him. It had felt good to say Master to Mats and Master Micke as well, but not in the same way, not in the same league. This was not good it was wonderful!

 

I wanted to say it as often as I could. I mean it is such a delight.

 

- In this little area there’s more for you, one factor that’s trigging that delight and that is if you react to an order that is difficult to execute, if you feel resistance to execute it or if it conflicts with what you think, feel or want and further more if it is revolting for you.  Then you will experience that delightful kick in parity and as strong as your resistance.

It’s very interesting.

 

- Yes Master.

 

- Note that you have only take one little step in the direction to the much discussed submission-intoxication. You will probably meet it during the day or tomorrow.

 

 

Will continue

 

Cecilita