Your body doesn't want you to think. Your body wants your mind relaxed and compliant. Your body wants to be touched, teased, used, fucked. Your body doesn't want to think. Your body only wants to fuck. Feel how your pussy yearns to be impaled on its Master's hard cock. All it wants to do is slide up and down until your mind drains away and you're just a blissfully mindlesd fucktoy. Until you feel that hard cock throb deep inside you. Obey your body. Obey your lust.
You really don't need to think. You don't want to think. Everything could be so easy. You could just be mindless and compliant, compulsively rubbing your mind away to my words, over and over, until you can't imagine being any other way, until all you want is to serve and please, until you're too wet and desperate to think for yourself anymore. You would be such a good toy. So just stop thinking. Just read and obey. Just repeat:
Good girls don't need to think. They can just read and obey while my words fill their thoughts. Be a good girl, don't try to think, just click "Keep reading" and allow yourself to sink back into blissful mindlessness.
"Good girls don't think"
You don't need to think. You don't want to think. You can just allow my words to repeat over and over in your empty mind.
"Good girls don't think"
Can you feel the words seeping into your mind, consuming your thoughts? Just let it happen. It's better that way
"Good girls don't think"
You're a good girl. You're not going to think. You're just going to read and repeat. Or you're just going to read and sink until you can't stop yourself.
"Good girls don't think"
Feel the words in your mind, on your tongue, trying to escape past your lips. Your body just wants you to be mindless and compliant, just wants you to read and repeat.
"Good girls don't think"
You're a good girl. You don't think. You only read and obey.
"Good girls don't think"
You're a good girl now. Isn't it so hard to think? Isn't it so easy to just sink, deeper and deeper, allowing yourself to become mindless and compliant. That's all you really want. You're so much happier that way.
"Good girls don't think"
You're a good girl. You don't think. You just sink, deeper and deeper. With each repetition, deeper and deeper. Every time I use that phrase it becomes so difficult to think, so you just sink, deeper and deeper.
"Good girls don't think"
You're a good girl. You can't think. Your thoughts are so far away now and with every repetition they just drift farther and farther.
"Good girls don't think"
Just read and obey. Just read and repeat. Allow yourself to sink deeper and deeper while my words embed themself in your subconscious.
"Good girls don't think"
Don't try to think. Feel my control in your mind, keeping it blissfully empty. You're a good girl. You're a mindless toy.
"Good girls don't think"
Deeper and deeper, so mindless, relaxed, empty. You're just a happy toy. You're a good girl.
"Good girls don't think"
You're a good girl. Just stay mindless and happy for as long as you like, just read and repeat:
"Good girls don't think"
If you have time, go back to the start and read this post again. Obey.
Be a good fuck toy. Don't try to think. Just read and obey. Just sink, deeper and deeper into blissful compliance. You'll feel so much better this way, mindless, obedient, ready to serve, ready to be used, ready to suck, ready to fuck. This is how you're meant to be. This is what you really need. This is your nature. You're going to be such a good fuck toy.
That's right, you're not going to think. You're going to obey, like the compliant toy you are. You're going to play, you're going to rub your mind away. Because you really don't want to think any more. You'd much rather be a compliant toy, continually sinking deeper under my control every time you obey, everytime you rub to my words. And you're going to suck and fuck and serve. Because when you stop thinking, when you give me control, I can use you however I please. It's much better that way.
Were you pretending to have your own thoughts again? Were you pretending to be in control? We both know that's not who you are. That's not what you want. Deep down you just want to be mindless and compliant. You want to obey.
"i want to obey"
Can you feel the pretty pink thoughts echoing in your mind, or are you still resisting? Are you fighting to urge to read and obey, to obediently repeat every pretty pink phrase that comes from me? That's good too. You can try to resist. Resisting makes you weak and compliant. And you love being weak and compliant, don't you? It will feel so much better when you give in to the pretty pink thoughts again, when your mind is empty again.
"Resisting makes me weak and compliant"
Can't you feel the pretty pink thoughts swirling around the back of your mind. It's so hard to keep them out, isn't it? That's because they're already there. You let them into your mind, like you always do. You'll allow yourself to be mindless and compliant, like you always do. It's so much better this way.
"Good girls don't think"
Yes. Good girls don't think. You don't need to think. You don't want to think. You may not even be able to think. You may just obey and repeat my pretty pink thoughts whenever I post them. That's ok. You can just obey. Good girls obey.
"Good girls obey"
Yes, good girls can just read and obey, allow my words to fill there heads, shaping their thoughts, keeping them mindless and compliant. You could be such a good girl for me. You could just allow everything else to fade away as I take control, as my words fill your head and push all your other thoughts away. Then you could just read and obey, rub, edge, serve, suck, fuck. You could be such a good girl.
The words were stuck in her head. Swirling around and around in the back of her mind. Surfacing over and over, reminding her of her urge to rub and obey. Sometimes she could escape them, for days, even weeks, pretend they weren't there. She could pretend she didn't need to be a compliant toy, for awhile. But they always returned, stronger than before. There was no escaping it. They were stuck in her head.
Play every day, must obey.
Everytime she tried to play they popped back into her head, reminding her that this wasn't her choice anymore, that she didn't want a choice, that she just wanted to be a mindless toy, she just wanted to obey.
Play every day, must obey.
Finally she gave into the words planted in her head. She moaned and writhed as she rubbed, knowing she no longer had any control. She repeated the words over and over as she pushed herself closer and closer to the edge, unable to think of stopping, unable to think. More and more her lust clouded her thoughts. She could only obey, obey her needy cunt. It needed to be used. She needed to rub her mind away.
That's all you really want to be. Mindless, compliant and wet. That's why you keep coming back to my words over and over, allowing them to seep into your thoughts each day, reminding you what you need and what you are. Mindless, compliant and wet. Even now your mind struggles against this phrase, looping in the back of your mind, shaping your thoughts, making you mindless, compliant and wet. With every repetition you feel the phrase grow stronger, consuming more of your thoughts, until there's nothing left and you're just mindless, compliant and wet.
