Imagine...You’re in a store with your dom, casually flipping through the clothing racks. Then you feel the heat of their body behind you, a tickle of air on your earlobe as they lean in…” Freeze.” The trigger ripples through you, your body and mind obeying on autopilot. Your hands become rigid on the garment you were inspecting. Your breathing slows, as the catalepsy sinks in. Every sound around you fading into the backdrop as your world becomes smaller and smaller, until all there is you, and your Master.
“Unfreeze” And you’re awake again, you try to shake off the fuzziness and return to searching, but your cheeks burn with embarrassment. When did you become so controlled?