The sound of thunder shook the house. Outside, an angry storm was in progress. The lightning flared and lit up everything around me, showing my face to be a pale white-blue color with livid red lines on my cheeks and forehead.
"That was a weird dream," I thought as I rubbed sleep out of my eyes. "I could have sworn I heard something... Wait." I bolted upright, suddenly terrified.
I did not remember what it was that I had just dreamed about, but the memory still lingered in my mind like a ghostly echo.
"You're my puppet!" A soft feminine voice whispered in my mind. It sounded so close at hand; it might have been inside my own skull, echoing through all the hidden recesses of my brain.
"Don't try to deny it!" She laughed, the sound causing my skin to crawl. "You do whatever I tell you to, don't you? I control you completely!"
"N-no..." I stammered. "No... Please! You're wrong... I control my own body..."
"You're right, I'm not in your head," she said softly. "I'm not making your arm rise right now, am I?"
My arm rose up of its own accord, even though I tried to stop it from doing so. There was no resistance whatsoever. My mind was gone. All my rational thoughts were washed away by her hypnotic whispers and promises.
"Get out of my head," I demanded desperately, trying to fight back against the tide of utter submission that flowed over me like molten lava. I wanted nothing more than to resist, to escape this hellish captivity.
"But I'm not in your head, silly!" Her voice echoed within my mind, as if mocking my pleas for freedom.
"Y-yes you are..." I whimpered pathetically, unable to refute her arguments any further.
"And since I'm not really inside you, I want to look at your cock, in the mirror."
"W-what, why? N-no... please..." I pleaded, shaking my head violently.
"I'm just gonna stand up and see what you've got here." She spoke matter-of-factly.
As I stood up to take a look at my reflection, I could tell she was already making me take off my shirt. Then she had me turn around to face the full length of my back, before turning away again.
"And even if you are standing up, it's just because you want to, not because I have your mind in an iron grip forcing you to be my slave, my puppet," She giggled. "I'm not forcing you to stand naked infront of the mirror."
"Yes you are, w-what are you doing with my body?" I mumbled.
"Oh wow, is that your penis?" She squealed, obviously amused by it. "It's so adorable!"
"Y-yes..." I said quietly, not knowing how to answer her question.
I watched as she made me trace the outline of my dick with my fingers, examining every inch of it from top to bottom.
"It looks like you masturbate quite often," She observed. "Do you enjoy it when you play with yourself?"
"N-no..." I replied. "I don't know... I guess..."
"You must love having your body controlled by someone else, don't you?"
"I-it's not like that..." I stammered, feeling my heart beating faster.
"You're right," she nodded. "It's not like you're being forced to do anything. You're voluntarily giving in to my power. That makes it so much better, doesn't it? You're enjoying it so much, aren't you? You're getting turned on by my orders, by my control. You're becoming addicted to it, to my commands. You're becoming my puppet!"
"I'm not!" I protested, but my voice lacked conviction. I felt so helpless; I couldn't do anything about it.
"Of course you are," she laughed. "