Summary: This script focuses on the power of words over the mind. Most of the effects are explicitly stated; that said, it is designed to leave you aroused to the point of having to masturbate. A notable side-effect: it will likely leave you more susceptible to my words. There are, however, no explicit triggers.

It is a commonly accepted truth that words have power. Reading this, for instance, will leave your mind entirely blank and you aroused to a level you presently don't believe possible. But don't take my word for it.

Words hold a particular sort of power over the curious, like yourself. You can't help it, and it's okay. You just need to know how this little excerpt ends. You need to know where it might take you. You've been hooked, so to speak.

Once interested, it's really too late for you. Your eyes scan across text almost hungrily, waiting for something - even if you don't know what. You start to lose focus on the things around you, and time flows differently. You could call it being fixated on the words you read. That wouldn't be far off. You could look away if you wanted - but you don't - and you aren't going to try.

It's not an unpleasant sensation either. You read stories for just such a purpose. You let them engulf you to a degree that others find disturbing. The words offer you things: escapes from boredom, imaginary adventures, solace from reality.

Reality is overrated anyway. The real power of words is to alter it for you, to change the world around you - if only for awhile. As you read on, it's worth noting that you've started to completely ignore your surroundings. The text gets more and more compelling with each line, every turn of phrase. You can almost feel a tension building.

We are talking about words, after all. The word of interest today is: lust.

I don't mean the lust born of boredom that leads you to masturbate to pass the time, or the reaction to certain concepts. I mean lust. The insatiable and unrelenting need that grips you, overpowers your ability to reason, and leaves you craving the simplest of touches more intensely than you crave food.

The thirst for pleasure that touches your mind and buries itself deep, turns from a want to a craving to a need.

You've felt that. You may not remember, or it may define some of your fondest experiences, but you've felt it. It brushes against the mind from time to time, like a brushfire sleeping inside your brain. The important thing to realize is that anything you've felt once, you can feel again.

Again, now. You are curious, right? You want to experience it again, want my words to take you there. There is a trade, though. My words take you there only if you allow them to subdue your mind, only if you truly submit.

So you have a choice. Let your curiosity go unsatisfied and stop here, or do as you are told and continue to read. If you're going with the latter option, simply whisper the phrase, "I submit." to no one in particular.

Good choice. You should note that when you spoke aloud, it was the first time since you began reading that you even paused for a moment of air. You might have felt short of breath, excited. The words are driving you somewhere, and you're simply along for the ride.

But we're talking about lust. Lust starts with arousal, and arousal starts with awareness. You should make yourself aware of your own body, focus on the sensations within your skin. Notice first that you are beginning to breathe a bit different. Faster, more shallow, as if your body needs the extra oxygen for something.

Once you're aware of that, there's a whole cascade of feelings.

Your breathing is fast and shallow, and you can feel your heart starting to beat faster.

You can feel the warmth that your heartbeat spreads through your body, but while you know consciously that it is everywhere, your mind chooses to notice specifically the way the blood seems to rush to your nipples, to your pussy.

Notice the way your nipples begin to stiffen, become more sensitive to the things around them - air, fabric, touch.

You are suddenly much more fascinated by the idea of touch.

Your fingertips have gained a sort of electrical power over the rest of your body, and the slightest gesture sends jolts of pleasure through you.

Don't take my word for it.

Try it. Brush your fingers over your lips, down your throat, between your breasts. Let your heartbeat get faster, the warmth get more profound. Feel, and focus only on feeling. The world around you is irrelevant, and you really couldn't care less right now.

It feels good to touch, while you read. Surprisingly enough it doesn't distract you from my words. Like I said before, your mind is hooked. You don't want to look away.

Besides, I made your own touch feel this way. You definitely need to know what I'm going to do next.

Now that you're aware, now that your touch creates sparks of pleasure anywhere on your more-sensitive-than-usual skin, you can come to a more interesting realization.

You are aroused.

To be fair, you've been aroused for some time now. You might have even felt a little twinge of it when you read the very first paragraph, when I told you what this text is going to do. Your body is reacting to my words, because your mind finds them so enjoyable. But you didn't realize that, you've been busy reading, fixating.

Aroused is a good word, but aroused is just a want. You'd like to touch yourself more, enjoy the extra sensitivity...but that's not the goal. The goal is for you to become aware of something more elemental about the situation you find yourself in right now.

That is, you are slowly letting the arousal replace your thoughts - all of the stresses of the day, everything unpleasant, everything around you. The more arousal you let in, the less room you have for any of the rest. You don't want the rest, so your mind is opening itself to the arousal.

This is where our friend lust appears, now that we've invited it. You'll feel the briefest touch of something on your mind, and then it's done.

At first you notice nothing new. You are sensitive, aroused, enjoying yourself.

But the arousal, the sensitivity, that's only been making you warm.

As you go back to thinking about that warmth, you realize it isn't just warmth anymore.

Your body is practically on fire. Your skin is getting more and more sensitive, and you can't stop it.

The tiniest touch is like a localized orgasm. You aren't aroused, you are dripping wet. Whatever control you had that might have been stopping you from touching yourself, it is long gone. Your hands move to your breasts, to your pussy, you begin to stroke and touch and it almost feels like your body is doing it with or without your consent.

You don't want an orgasm.

You need one.

You need to cum, need to get all of the stress out, need to try and satisfy that fire before it consumes you. It will take more than a single orgasm for that. You let the lust in, you now have to sate that lust. Your lust.

You'll need to stop reading to take care of this. I don't mind. You don't have a choice in the matter, anyway. Stop reading and pleasure yourself until the lust leaves you - leaves you exhausted, satisfied, mindless after all the explosions of pleasure. I tried to warn you.

Enjoy.