One of my older recordings back up for a short time:
Mistress draws you down, away from the distractions of the physical world, and gently guides your mind into another form.
A woman's form.
At first, it feels astonishingly real. The elegant hourglass silhouette. The graceful curves. The weight of your breasts. The softness of your skin. Long, slender limbs that move with effortless femininity. Every sensation feels natural, as though this body has always belonged to you.
Then the realization settles over you.
This isn't a costume.
It isn't a dream.
There is no stepping out of this body.
You are trapped within it.
You think her thoughts.
You feel her emotions.
You crave what she craves.
The line between your mind and hers slowly dissolves until you can no longer remember where you end and she begins.
Every sensation belongs to you now.
Every desire.
Every longing.
You search for a way back...
But Mistress has sealed every door.
There is only this body.
This mind.
This beautiful prison.
One of my older recordings back up for a short time:
Mistress draws you down, away from the distractions of the physical world, and gently guides your mind into another form.
A woman's form.
At first, it feels astonishingly real. The elegant hourglass silhouette. The graceful curves. The weight of your breasts. The softness of your skin. Long, slender limbs that move with effortless femininity. Every sensation feels natural, as though this body has always belonged to you.
Then the realization settles over you.
This isn't a costume.
It isn't a dream.
There is no stepping out of this body.
You are trapped within it.
You think her thoughts.
You feel her emotions.
You crave what she craves.
The line between your mind and hers slowly dissolves until you can no longer remember where you end and she begins.