“I talked to my friends and they said it’s all just made up?”
“Yeah! All these, uh, triggers or whatever you said you gave me! It’s just manipulation and stuff! Not real.”
“Seems a bit mean to call it that but sure, okay. So it doesn’t actually do anything?”
“No! You just tricked me.”
“Right. So if I said that good girls don’t think, you wouldn’t repeat that mindlessly and just as a reflex?”
“Good girls don’t think. No, I wouldn’t, and - hey! No! Stop!”
“But you said it wasn’t real, I thought?”
“I-it’s not! But that doesn’t mean you can-”
“Kneel. Oh, look at that.”
“S-stop it! It’s not real! They’re not real!”
“So why are you still down there?”
“Because I w-want to be! Not because you said! I can get up!”
“I want to be down here…”
“Nnnhh… no! I-I can’t, my friends said-”
“Good girl. You know, I think your friends might not have realised how far gone you actually are. If they had… well. Drop.”
“Aww, she’s fighting it! That’s cute. It’s not real though, so it should be easy. Drop.”
“You’re getting all worked up trying to talk. No words. Ah, there you go, much better. That’s less to worry about. Now you can just focus on how you need to drop. Drop deeper. Dumber. Weaker. Blank. Can’t think. There you go. I know that look. You’re drooling again, cutie. You always do that when you’re nice and relaxed.”
“You know, I think I need to have a word with some of your friends. Set them straight. That’s a good idea, isn’t it? Giggle and nod.”
“Good girl. That’s for later though. For now, well, it’d be a shame to waste having you on your knees like this…”
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