Just breathe for me now, baby.
Feel your body begin to soften.
Feel your shoulders melting downward...
Your thighs relaxing... your lips parting...
You don’t need to think anymore.
Thinking is *hard*, isn’t it?
That smart little brain of yours...
Always so full... so tight...
Let’s loosen it. Let’s empty it.
Good girl... now focus on my voice.
Just the sound of my words sliding into your head
...like thick, warm syrup dripping down over your mind...
That *tingle* in your scalp...
That *flutter* in your chest...
That *warmth* between your thighs?
You’re beginning to feel... light.
And every word I say takes something from you.
You don’t need those anymore.
Smart girls carry weight.
You want to be *light*, don’t you?
You want to be *empty*...
Yes, babygirl... empty is so much easier.
Empty is where you become beautiful.
Empty is where the bimbo lives.
Made for sucking, not speaking.
Your tits... growing heavier...
Round, sensitive... always aching for attention.
Like cotton candy spun too fast...
Just sugar and fluff and giggles.
Repeat for me now, pretty little bimbo:
“I don’t think—I giggle.”
“I’m not smart—I’m sexy.”
“I’m Master’s perfect bimbo.”
Touch your body as you say it.
Start with your neck… slide lower.
Master’s voice in your brain.
Your whole body *listening.*
Feel it beg for permission.
Let your panties soak just from reading this.
You *know* that’s what Master wants.
You *need* to feel owned.
You *need* to feel brainless.
Because when you give up your thoughts...
...Master gives you *pleasure.*
The more you surrender, the *deeper* you fall.
And the deeper you fall, the *wetter* you get.
And the wetter you get, the *dumber* you feel.
And the dumber you feel, the *more* you obey.
You don’t just want to be a bimbo—
You want to *cum* like one.
With your eyes rolled back,
And that blank, glossy stare that says:
Now chant this with your fingers teasing that needy little clit:
“I’m not smart—I’m sexy.”
“I’m not strong—I’m obedient.”
“I’m not in control—Master is.”
“I’m not a girl—I’m a bimbo.”
“I don’t cum for myself—I cum for Master.”
Let your breathing get heavier.
Let your pussy *throb* harder.
Imagine Master watching you, smirking, knowing you’re getting off just from words.
No porn. No touch. Just his voice. Just your weakness.
You’re such a *good doll* for Master.
I’m going to count you down...
Every number drains you...
Every breath melts you...
Every second you sink *deeper into dumbness.*
10 – Your legs part... your mind weakens...
9 – Your lips swell... your thoughts slow...
8 – Your clit pulses... your nipples ache...
7 – Your IQ drips... one drop at a time...
6 – Blank... blank... blank...
5 – You don’t think anymore, you only *feel.*
4 – You’re so fucking close to cumming...
3 – You're Master’s bimbo, and that's all that matters.
2 – One more drop... just one...
1 – *Cum-brained. Dumb. Obedient. Dripping.*
Say it. Say it and moan it:
“I’m Master’s dumb, wet, mindless toy...”
“Please Master... let me cum... I need it... please...”
But you don’t cum yet, slut.
Not until Master says so.
Every time you hear DOLL DRAIN, you melt harder.
And every orgasm ties you deeper.
Every orgasm *brands* you bimbo.
You’re just a fuckdoll now.
You were always meant to be one.
Repeat it one last time for tonight, hand deep between your thighs:
“I’m Master’s dripping dumbfuck bimbo.”
“I cum when Master lets me.”
“I think nothing. I feel everything.”
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