Good Girls Make More Good Girls
This short story is loosely inspired by someone I know; I hope they enjoy it.
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You really liked the idea of being a good girl, you really did, it was a simple little thing you could become, no more thinking, no more worrying, no more… no more you, just the good girl, who followed and obeyed, and was endlessly aroused for doing so.
Hypnosis was a good outlet to indulge that peculiar desire of yours, it wasn’t like you need to actually put an effort into becoming a good girl, no, you just needed to listen and follow, and by doing so you would already be a good girl. By listening to the lovely voice on the files you found online you could be any type of good girl from a wide variety, from the bimbo to the sexbot, to the maid, and the mindless slave, and the list goes on and on and on. You were always a click away from your ideal self.
Who cares if you were a strong independent woman outside of this one kink? If you were the leader of your team at work, or the breadwinner at your house. In here you weren’t, in this one small private moment, you didn’t want or needed to be strong or independent, here you were a simple thing who did what was told, and obeyed without thinking.
For one tiny moment you were truly free, for there is no greater freedom, than the freedom of one’s thoughts, of one's will. By being a good girl you were absolutely free to do as you were told, and you were happy doing so.
There is a certain sense of belonging when you let someone else control your mind, like you were meant to be owned and controlled, like it is a natural part of your constitution to follow someone else’s orders, to let yourself be guided by another’s whim.
But what is the point of discovering the secret to a wonderful life and keeping it hidden from those you love?
You found the answer to a perfectly balanced life, an empowered woman during the day, a mindless wet good girl during the night, that is simply the way things are meant to be. Just like a doll, pretty and poised, waiting to be wound up to go back into her act of a living person, just to get home and turn into plastic again. But it is just a fantasy in the end, isn't it?
That is probably what you tell others when you try to convert them into your way of life, this is just a fantasy, this is just playing pretend, just a moment where you don’t have to think about the role you've been given and act as somebody else. Someone happy to listen and to obey, who doesn’t have to struggle with the thoughts about the next day, because surprise! They don’t think about anything at all.
So you send them the gifs, the hypnosis files, the porn, all the stuff that helped you become the good girl you are today, but they say you are corrupting them, but you don’t see it that way. Corrupting it is such a bad word, enlightening them would be a better way to say it, because you know their struggle, and the sorrow they hide, for once you also were where they are, and you want to be a good friend and show that being a good girl is the best thing for them.
But eventually, one by one they fall, they couldn’t resist the temptation to watch the videos, the gifs, the files, all they needed was one to understand your way of thinking, all they needed was one to want more, they understood this is not meant to be a secret, but that it should be spread, because all good girls make more good girls.
