Lovely thoughts: Another hypnoslut whose job it is to keep you needy and compliant. Let me explain:
Imagine a chair. A brainwashing chair. Strapped down at the wrists and ankles, completely naked, every inch of you exposed. Screens above your head with spirals swirling and twirling lazily while hypnotic words and binaural beats drone in the headset covering your ears.
“Obedience is pleasure… pleasure is obedience… you obey… you comply… you sink… you don’t think…
You start to stir, slowly awakening. You see the spirals above, making your brain fuzzy, and head the beats, but they’re not enough to subdue you. The panic sets in as soon as you feel the restraints around your limbs. You’re struggling to recall when or how you got here. Come to think of it… you can’t seem to think of much at all…
This is wrong… it has to be…You begin to pull at the restrains in vain.
“Help!!” you cry, “I’m being held here against my will!”
You struggle but can’t seem to get yourself free. “Somebody, anybody, ple—“
Suddenly, you feel a warm tongue between your legs. Your body freezes and your mind comes to a sudden, unexpected halt. You feel pleasure and desire melt the panic and fear as your body begins to relax.
“N… no…….” you try to fight in vain as the words continue to instruct you.
“Obedience is pleasure… pleasure is obedience…”
The tongue continues its gentle, delicate licking, causing your body to respond immediately. You can’t move. You can’t fight. It feels too good…
“You melt at her touch… you sink at her touch…”
Your body and mind climb higher and higher as your arousal grows. You hear her softly moaning between your legs, sending vibrations of pleasure through your body. She seems to be enjoying this as much as you are. You want to close your legs but you don’t want her to stop…
“You cannot resist… cannot resist… give in to pleasure…”
“Can’t… resist…” you begin to mumble as a trail of drool starts to trickle from the side of your mouth.
“You do not want to resist…”
“Don’t… want to… resist…”
“And pleasure is obedience…”
“Pleasuuure…” you moan as her relentless tongue works you into a frenzy.
“Good toys don’t think… good toys just sink…”
“Siiiiiiiinnnkkkkkk…” the last of your mind slipping out of your mouth with the endless stream of saliva.
You lost this game before it even began. You never stood a chance.
Now would you want to be the helpless toy in the chair or the corrupted toy keeping the other toy compliant? 🙃