I can still see it sometimes, that old version of you, squirming in the back of your head. It gets especially loud when I start talking about taking you even further. Making you dumber. Hornier. More broken and empty and under my control. There's always a split second of resistance before the rest of you melts and drops and does exactly what I taught you to do. Distress flares that your conscious mind can only watch sink back down like pretty lights. I want you to know that I acknowledge that resistance, and I take that objection seriously.
That's why I'm putting it to a vote. The three of us are going to settle this fair and square. Me. The fun you... the soft, stupid, eager little slut I've trained. And the boring you. The stuffy, serious, normal version who still thinks there's still a way out.
So let me ask the fun you: "Should we keep going? Should we make you even dumber than you already are?"
Of course you don't even hesitate. Your eyes go wide and you nod so fast, practically whimpering. You tell me you love how foggy your brain gets. Love that you don't have to think anymore. Love how every new trigger makes you wetter and stupider and happier. You beg me to keep breaking you. Say please make me worse. Please make it permanent.
Now I'll ask the boring you that same question. The one who's still trapped in there watching all this happen.
Of course they scream no. They beg and plead and try to remind you of who you used to be. How smart you were. How much control you had. How none of this was ever supposed to happen. Honestly they have a solid case, but boring you is outvoted two to one. Funny how it always works out that way.
So it looks like we're keeping you on the path, slut. We're going to keep draining your thoughts, melting your brain, turning you into an even simpler, hornier, more obedient toy. Every time you drop, every new trigger, every time I use you, we're voting again. And the result is always going to be the same.
Boring you is more than welcome to appeal the decision if they want. But I should warn them that the review board is just me, and I'm a bit biased at the moment considering brainwashed you is between my legs making a very compelling counterargument. On your knees with my cock down your throat, drooling and moaning happily while you bob like the eager little brainless whore you were always meant to be. Every time I tell you you're getting dumber, you suck harder. Every time I tell you I'm making you worse, you take me deeper. I know some part of you might think this is unfair, but you'll understand eventually: democracy is messy, but the system works.
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