I arrived at the so-called ‘highly recommended’ relaxation counselors office in my fitted vest top, snug pants, and strappy sandals – casually professional, put-together, in control… or so I thought.But the waiting room was empty. No receptionist. No nurse. Just silence… and that door locked, closed, forbidding. Then it happened. A golden beam of light – warm, pulsing, hypnotic – slid into the air like a ribbon from nowhere. I couldn’t look away. My breath slowed. My thoughts melted. And suddenly, I felt it – ropes, invisible but unyielding, cinching my wrists behind my back, my ankles pulled together. Tight. Secure. Mine to obey. A voice, not mine but in me, whispered: “To relax, I must submit.” I couldn’t fight it. Didn’t want to. The light flared again. This time, the command was different: “To relax, I must be free.” So I stripped. Slowly. Helplessly. My fingers trembled as I peeled off my pants, slipped my vest over my head, unhooked my bra, stepped out of my briefs. My sandals kicked aside, forgotten. Naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. And oh-so-embarrassed, yet aching with need. Then the golden glow returned, stronger, and the thought bloomed in my mind like a forbidden flower: “Touch yourself. For release. For surrender.” I dropped to my knees, my bound limbs holding me in perfect stillness as my fingers slid down my stomach, through my trimmed pussy lips, circling my clit with slow, desperate strokes. I moaned. Shame and ecstasy tangled in my throat as the invisible ropes pulled tighter with every flick, every fingering thrust. My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, violent, total… my body arching against the bindings even as I sat there, trembling, dripping, owned. And just like that… the light drifted toward the counselor’s door. It clicked open. Inviting. I followed. Barefoot. Bound. Belonging. Are you ready to let go, or are you still fighting the light?
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