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Grotto Induction

by Kaereni 

Session II 



You can now see and feel this place with your eyes open. You are here reading but at the same time you are relaxed, sitting in your chair, in the underwater grotto at peace. Deep, deep relaxed and at peace. I turn the pages in the book back, back to your childhood, and stop. Remember back in time as I turn the pages. You are a young child, making a drawing and taking it to your mother, remember the kitchen, the smells. Hand her the picture and hear her say looking down at you, “For me? Thank you, good girl” as she takes it and looks at it. Her face shifts and you see me there. “My good girl.” See me turn and display it on the refrigerator of your childhood. See me pick up the book and bring it to you. Read and live the memories all over again. See my name there written where you hand the drawing to me. “Good girl” I say. 



Live the past over and over again, hearing my voice, seeing my face as you give me the drawing.



I turn the pages forward, memories flash through and past you. It is your first ride on a bike without the training wheels, you wobble but not fall, see your father come forward and say, “good girl” as he lifts you off the bike. As you watch his face shifts, the body still the same, the clothes the same. But it is my face, my voice that lifts you and dusts you off, “good girl.” Look down and read the book, see how they shift and flow changing to fit, just as the memories shift. “good girl”



Close your eyes and live it, remember the ride, see my smile and pride in you, hear my words of praise.



Forward the pages turn, high school, a camping trip with your best friend, your first kiss and making love to her. Read it and live it again. In the wind you hear my voice, “good girl.” The pages flip forward, you receive your degree. Look out at the audience, see me there looking at you with love, with pride, see my lips move saying “good girl” Feel the pleasure in those words, of my joy for you. 



Live the memories, hear my words of praise, feel pleasure from them.



I turn the pages forward, to the last written entry. “Each time you do good you will hear me call you good girl and feel pleasure. Each job, even if you fail, if you tried your best you will hear me say good girl.” Watch the words write in the book. “Good girl.” Even reading the words makes you feel good. “Feel the pleasure in being my good girl.” Feel my touch against your cheek, feel the pleasure of being good, a good girl, my good girl. Feel the peace of this grotto, the comfort of this chain, safe and calm. Deep, deep, asleep and at peace, happy in being my good girl.



Read the book, cum from the pleasure of being my good girl.



Watch as I pick up the book and place it back on its pedestal. “Good girls stay and learn, bad girls leave. Are you a good girl, do you wish to continue? You must tell me so, or stand and swim out from this peaceful place. The choice is yours.” I say looking at you, my hand resting on the cover of the book.





Look at me standing next to the book, my hand resting on the pages lightly, my smile as I look at you. “Good girl.” Watch me walk to stand beside you, “Feeling good is nothing more then endorphins reacting to the nerve cells in your brain. You know this..” I take the book and place it on your lap open, “see even the book says this. When I do this” Feel my hand caress your cheek and down to your breast, rolling your nipple with thumb and forefinger. “You feel aroused. You feel good, you feel pleasure” 



Feel my touch and truth in words



“Arousal is pleasure is feeling good. Because that is true then feeling good is the same as feeling aroused” I point to the book and you watch as the words appear. “When you do a good job or are complemented of something then you feel good.” I make eye contact, “good girl for doing this, good girl for trusting, good girl for all the love you have for others” Feel how the pleasure sweeps over yourself in waves, each taking the arousal to a higher plane. My hand moves across your belly, “It is OK to feel aroused, to know you are a good girl. See.” Gesturing to the book where the words appear, “A good girl is aroused” 



Live it, feel it, at peace, relaxed, and feeling good



“Look around the cave and what do you see?” I say gesturing around the cave. “This is your grotto, your private place. But even here you are not alone are you,” My eyes meeting yours. “I am here with you.” I place my hand on the book, palm down on an empty section of the page covering it. “Mark my word and know the truth. “You will never be alone again. I will walk with you till the day you send me away. Look at the book and see the truth written there.” I pull my hand away and written is, “Mistress will never leave her good girl till asked to go.” Raising your chin till our eyes meet, “Never again will you be alone in the dark.”



Look at the book, feel the power in those words. Know the truth to your very core.



“Shoes can also make you feel good. Let me show you now” I move down to your feet, kiss them and suck on your big toe, first the right and then the left. “Feel the passion from the kisses, the arousal” I pick up a pair of high heeled ballet shoes that lace up The black leather and 9” heels flickering in the light. “feel them, feel the excitement from them.” I drop my robe showing my nude body, shaved cleanly. “This also makes you feel good. Watch and enjoy” I take one of your heeled feet and use it against my slit and clit rubbing it back and forth. When the tip is soaked I bend down and lick and suck on it. “Good girls are aroused. This excites you. Thus good girls wear high heels when they can” 



Feel the shoes, smell my musk, feel the pleasure, be a good girl



“The thought of you in high heels while alone, sitting at your computer or laying in bed having orgasms excites me. Just as the thought of me excited makes you feel good too. Look at the book and see the truth.” I say moving up to your side. “Feel the need to be good, to be my good girl, to wear “feel good” shoes.” My hand caresses your face lightly, my eyes on yours, “When you know all these as truth and have acted on them we will move forward again.”



Think on them all, see the truth in the book know the truth is your heart and come to me when ready to move forward again.
