Late at night, I find you. You've been wandering again. Sleepwalking. Sometimes, I find you in the middle of your house... looking for something... wandering from room to room... looking in closets and under the furniture... seeing the world not as it is, but as it exists in your dreams. Or I find you in the middle of a 4-lane highway. Standing still. Rocking slowly from left to right, and back again, staring sightlessly down the long, long road. Hear My fingers snap. Snap. Wake up. That's right, baby, wake up. How did you get here? You don't know. Where were you walking? Yes, you were walking. Walking in your sleep. Sleepwalking. You feel it again. The strangeness. The disorientation. The arousal. Yes, something has your sex hard and dripping. What were you trying to find? Were you looking for Me? Come back inside, baby. Come back inside. Let Dominica take you by the arm and guide you. Guide you back home. Across the lanes of the highway. Past the tall street lamps. Down the access ramp to the sidewalk. Just walk with Me. That's right. Back to the house. Back to your room. Maybe I'll give you a cup of hot cocoa... or a glass of water. Something to make you relax. Something to make you sleepy. Drink it all up. Nice and soothing. It fills your tummy, and makes you feel SO relaxed. Just lie back in the bed. Let your head rest on the soft, fluffy pillow... while I pull up the covers... Nice and snug. Nice and quiet. So you can fall asleep and dream... dream of being with Me... long, tapered fingers caressing your skin... the taste of My lips on yours... You need to be with Me... so you can touch Me again... so you can inhale My sweet perfume... That's why your legs are restless... why they ITCH to get moving... you need to find Me! You need... to walk!

Zombie!
You have smelled My Blue Rose...
Inhaled the stale fragrance...
Like old clothing... kept in the closet far too long...
Inhale My Blue Rose perfume
Let it penetrate your lungs
Feel it... as it turns your blood into powder
Soft... lavender-colored powder
Flowing drily through your veins
Sifting through your tissues like dust
Sliding into your brain
And drying up every little gray cell
Turning your brain into a shriveled husk
Dry... empty...
So empty...
Inhale My Blue Rose
And dream...
Dream of Me...
Dream of MzDominica
Calling you forth from the shadows
Calling you forth from your deep sleep
Come to Me
My sleepy one
My mindless zombie
Come to Me
Come to Dominica
Feel yourself drawn
Feel yourself compelled
So heavy... you are so heavy...
But you lift your dry bones
From the crypt
You lift them
You climb out of the shallow, dry grave
Climb out... and walk
You walk...
One foot... step...
Other foot... slide...
Step... and slide...
One foot after the other...  Walking toward Me...
Walking through the dark, hazy night
Through the hot, humid night air
Toward your Mistress
Toward Dominica
Walk!
Step... slide...
You almost fall down... you almost cannot do it...
Cannot walk...
Cannot think...
I don't want you to think, slave
I don't want you to think, zombie
Helpless... mindless...
Shambling through the darkness...
Wobbling through the streets, late at night...
Answering your Mistress' call...
My signal...
My... COMMAND...
You MUST obey...
Mmmm, yes... even in your darkened, dry husk of a brain...
You think the words
The only words you CAN think
You think the words... and no other words...
They circle around and around your brain...
I must obey Dominica
They circle around and around
As you circle around and around
Aimlessly... awkwardly...
Sniffing the air for the scent...
The stale scent of My Blue Rose...
Sniffing...
Following the trace... of perfume in the air...
Down to where I sit
Waiting for you, slave
Waiting for you
Waiting to command
Don't make Me wait long
 
xxx's
Dominica
 

The smell of soft, dry hay surrounds you in the early morning darkness...  You take a long, deep breath, smelling the scent of the wooden barn... the smoky leather harnesses... and the sharp tang of metal buckles...  Listening to the slow breathing of the others in the barn... and feeling the cool air grow warmer as the sun rises outside.  Breathing in... and out...  So slowly...  So quietly...  Resting... relaxing...
 

There's no need to hurry.  Just sleep.
Sleep... and relax...
Your mind is filled with quiet, simple dreams.
Memories of walking.
Memories of running.
Memories of standing still.
Waiting.
Quietly.
Relaxing.
Sleeping.
Obeying.
 
Obedience makes you relax.  Obedience to Dominica makes you feel so sleepy.  All your muscles simply relax.  They grow heavy... quiet...  You feel gravity pulling you down, deeper and deeper...  Relaxing...  Breathing...  Resting...
 
Feeling the touch of My slender fingers stroking your hair... trailing down the back of your neck...  Brushing your shoulder with My warm hands...
 
Whispering in your ear.
 
You must obey Dominica.
 
You reply... even though your words are slurred... teeth wrapped around the bit in your mouth...
"I must obey Dominica."
Of course you must, My pony.
My handsome pony.  My pretty pony.
 
Every girl wants a pony for her birthday.
The long, flowing mane... the powerful, graceful legs...
The soft, gentle warmth of your lips, nuzzling My fingers...
Pretty pony.  Good boy... or Good girl...
So obedient.
So eager to please Mistress.
And all you have to do... is obey.
Feel the reins pull left, turn to the left...
Feel the reins pull right, turn to the right...
It's all so simple
Your brain drops into a nice, easy, relaxed state.
Sleeping.
Even while you are awake, you are sleeping.
Sleeping in Dominica's Realm.
My pretty little pony slave.
Pulling My cart... following the tug of My reins...
I don't even need to use My whip...
I don't need to...
But maybe you wish I would.
You wiggle that little pony behind... swishing that tail attached to the butt plug, planted firmly in your ass...
Are you tempting Me to flick My whip over your buttocks, slave?
Whoa.  Feel Me pull back on both reins...
You stop.
You stare straight ahead... 
The blinders block your side vision... keeping your world nice and simple...
No distracting thoughts to fill your empty brain
Keeping you nice and controlled
Obedient
My pony
You listen to the sounds of Me getting out of the cart
My booted heels crunching on the country road
And then you feel My warm breath in your ear...
As I speak to you, pony
As I whisper My commands
As I promise My rewards
Are you thinking about My long, black patent-leather boots?
Are you thinking about kneeling at My feet, licking My boots?
I believe you are
I believe that the thought is making your sex grow very aroused...
Stiff pony-boy cock
Wet, dripping pony-girl pussy
I believe your mind is going to be filled with My boots
The scent of leather in your nose
The taste of leather on your tongue
The feel of smooth, shiny leather against your cheek
All the while you pull My cart up the hill
Up the hill to My mansion
Your little birthday present to Me, pony-slave
Racing uphill, as fast as you can
Racing to please Dominica
You DO want to please Dominica, don't you?
Mmmmm... of course you do!
You look straight ahead as you hear Me walk back to the cart
And hear the springs creak as I get in.
Feel the flick of the reins, and hear My tongue click.
It's time to please your Mistress.
Run!
 
xxx's
Dominica
 

Slide your tongue between My sweet pussy lips, little slave!  Mmmmm... and you CRAVE for Dominica to give you a little mouth action in return, don't you?  A little flick of My tongue... with that gold stud rubbing up and down over your sex!  A little puckering of My soft, red lips... and a long, slow su-u-u-u-u-ck!  Sucking down My slave boi's hard cock.  Sucking and nibbling at My femme slut's soft, puffy lips.

You know why it's 69 time, don't you babi?  Because EVERY one of My birthdays is a 69.  June... ninth...  Hmmmmm...  And I'm gonna take care of you, babi... just like you take care of Me. 

I've got some yummy little triggers I want to put in your mind.  They won't seem like much at first.  They'll just pull you down... like a bright, shiny fishing SINKER.  They'll make you drool, like My HYPNOTIC BOOTS.  I'm going to addict you to Me... like Lilith did to the first little hypno-slave, so long ago.  Bring you DOWN to the ground at My FEET... and teach you how to pleasure your Mistress... toe by toe... My instep... My ankle...

Yes, I want you to feel My triggers... sliding their way up into your brain... down into your subconscious... around into your motivations, your dreams, your desires.

So I'm going to make it easy for you, babi.  Easy for you.  So easy...  Come and visit... 
http://www.mzdominica.com/
Mistress is holding a sale.  Yes, 25% off and even more, on the little, subtle triggers.  Triggers, Jessica.  Triggers, boot slave.  You're already finding it hard to think.  Hard to think.  Knowing that My triggers are reaching into your mind... like My long, tapered fingers.  Scratching at your brain... pulling the little folds apart... so I can reach inside and STROKE!  Mmmmm... stroking your brain with My Words... with My fingers...  Fucking your mind...  Pumping My finger in and out of your little brain...  In and out...  That's a good boi.  That's a good girl.  Just let your tongue hang out.  Let your eyes close, and feel Me fucking your brain.  Pumping.  Stroking.  Pushing your brain toward a hot, wet CUM!  Hot wet CUM.  Oh yessssss.

 
 
You crave My fingers.  Just like you crave My Words.  Just like you crave My Hypnotic Smoke.  Ohhhhhhh!  Stop here.  Stop.  Breathe it in.  And stop.  Your mind cannot think anymore.  Cannot think.  Your brain is filled with My smoke.  Your thoughts are hazy... smoke-filled...  So heavy.  You feel so heavy.  So obedient.  Good boy.  Good girl.  So sleepy.  Craving Dominica, and so sleepy.

You're going to find it hard to remember this message.  As soon as you try to read it again, your eyes are going to slide down the page... down the screen... straight to the bottom.  Down to the bottom, where your eyes need to close.  Right down to here... where you discover how deep is your craving for Me... how deep is your desire for Dominica.  How much you want more.  You will remember ONE word, sleepy slave.  You will remember the word MORE.  "More" makes you crave Dominica.  Say it.  "More."  That's right.  Good little slave.  More.  You want more.  You want more of Me.

 
 
xxx's
Dominica

You can see the changes.
You look into the mirror every morning
Every evening
A dozen times a day
You see that person emerging
The one you are becoming
The slave I am creating
Sleep
Yes... Sleep
The strongest word, Sleep
You try to resist, but the word pulls you down
Sleep
You shake your head... you try to force your eyes open...
But you hear My Words
In your mind
You see My hypnotic green eyes
In your mind
Sleep
You try to fight it... but you take a long, deep breath...
Sleep
You breathe out slowly... finding your arms and legs so heavy
So heavy
And the scent of My cigarette smoke trails into your nostrils
Sleepy, heavy smoke
Pulling you down... pulling you down deep
Sleep
Deep into sleep
My hypnotized pet
Dominica's hypnotized junkie
You need your fix again
Every time you look at yourself in the mirror
You feel it
The craving for Dominica
The craving for another taste of My hypnotic elixir
Your eyes are drawn
To the reflection of your own eyes
Because you crave to look into Mine
Yes, lick your lips... taste My drug...
You can taste it... strong... pungent...
See yourself as your Mistress sees you
Reflected in My eyes
Every time you look in a mirror
You see yourself as My slave
Yearning for My Voice
Begging for a glance at My face
Groveling for permission to lick My boots
Every time you look into the mirror today
You will need to kneel and whisper, "I must obey Dominica."
If you are in a private place, you WILL kneel
And speak the words aloud...
If you are not in private, you will THINK the words
And you will feel gravity pulling you down
You will have to fight to remain standing, slave
You will have to struggle
It's going to wear you down all day
Pulling you down
Until you can find a place where you can be alone
Where you can kneel to your Mistress, as you should
It's going to sap your strength
Drain away your resistance, little by little
You're going to need your fix so badly, junkie
You're going to need to hear Dominica... see Dominica...
You're going to need something new
Something new and different from your Mistress
You're going to feed your craving
You're going to go to My site
http://www.mzdominica.com/
And look for a way to feed your craving
By the end of the day
You're going to be shaking with the need
Every little glance in a mirror is going to make you shiver
With lust... with desire... with obedience...
You're going to hear My Voice telling you
You must OBEY Dominica
Every time you look
You're going to feel so heavy
So dependent upon My hypnotic drug
Mmmmmm... and I like you that way, sleepy little junkie!

xxx's
Dominica