Posted on 2023-12-20 04:26:43
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THE MESMER: Alison?

ALISON: Yes, Master?

Alison was seated on her bench, deep in a trance, turned around so that her back faced her piano. She was wearing a stage outfit that Evelyn had designed for her; a white dress with gold sequins and a pair of sparkling gold thigh highs. She was gently slumped forward, her arms relaxed and motionless at her sides, her eyes half closed and staring off into nowhere with a dull smile on her lips. When had been shooting some promotional photos for her upcoming shows, but with that taken care of, I was helping her to... unwind a bit.. so that we could shoot some centerfold photos for an upcoming issue of "Mesmer".

THE MESMER: Alison, I want you to become aware of the thigh highs that you've been wearing. Can you feel them against your skin?

ALISON: Yes, Master.

THE MESMER: In a moment- I'm going to bring you out of the relaxed and peaceful trance you're enjoying and we'll resume our photo shoot. When I do, you're going to realize that the fabric of your thigh highs is sending blissful, warm and wonderful tingling feelings through your body. Do you understand?

ALISON: Yes, Master.

THE MESMER: I'm going to count from five to one and by the time I reach the number one, you'll be wide awake and completely unaware of this little break that we took. Five. Drifting back to reality. Four. Regaining control of your senses. Three. Remembering where you are. Two. Remembering what we were doing. One...

She sat up looking a little disoriented, but quickly played it off like she was dismissing some errant thought. She looked into the camera, stood up and picked up her poses where she had left off.

THE MESMER: Everything alright?

ALISON: Sorry... Yeah! I just got little dist- Oh...

Her jaw dropped, she sat back down and started absent-mindedly running her hands along her thighs.

ALISON: Soo... gooood....

Her attention collapsed as she grabbed on to the bench to steady herself while she started gently grinding into it. I decided to leave her alone for a minute to enjoy herself. Photos could wait.

ALISON: Why do they feel... Sssooo Good....?

A thought occurred to me

THE MESMER: You know, Alison, Evelyn gave me some matching gloves made from the same material. Would you like to try them on?

She looked up at me, but said nothing. She just held up her hands in front of her for me to dress her.

THE MESMER:We've still got some photos to take. If I put these gloves on you, do you promise you'll try and focus on posing for me?

Her arms stayed outstretched in front of her as she nodded in agreement. As I slid the first glove up her left arm, she started to quietly whimper with glee, but kept still. As soon as I pulled the right glove on, she pulled both hands away and started running them all over her body. She tore her dress off frantically, it was limiting her ability to feel the fabric of the gloves on her skin and that, apparently, irritated her greatly. I walked back, picked up the camera and waited for her to notice me. Eventually, she did and with a mischievous grin, she calmed herself enough to start striking the most seductive poses she could summon. Convoluted on my part, maybe, but the whole endeavor was yielding some wonderful images.

ALISON: Please... Please... Fuck me...

THE MESMER: I mean, I think we could still get a few more good shots first?

ALISON: ... Fuck me...

At this point, she was starting to do a lot less posing and a lot more masturbating. We were maybe getting into diminishing returns for our efforts. I could check this project off of my to do list. Now I just had to decide if it would be more fun to snap her out of it, or oblige her request...

Posted on 2023-12-20 23:11:48
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Damn this is so sexy~~~ and ya loving these story/script/text additions <3 <3 <3

Now I kinda want some sexy smooth gloves *drools*