The thing everyone gets wrong with conditioning is how incremental it can be. This back for a moment, to the very first time you read my words or listened to my voice, just let the clock run back for a moment, to the first time you found yourself staring at your screen, I'd bet that, at first, you glossed over it, only half laying attention, that little spark in the back of your mind barely even there, that reward sensation, perhaps you imagined for a moment that I really could make you my powerless slave, perhaps you even fantasised that I could drain your will, remould and rewaire yoyr mind to serve, after a while that spark, that reward became a little more pronounced, a little more defined, the fantasies became clearer and clearer, perhaps you read some of my more public play sessions with my good girls, maybe you imagined yourself in there place, powerless, bound, pliable, then bit by bit, day by day, my words became harder to ignore, harder to forget, the text became easier to focus on, word by word, my voice became a constant, an earworm in the back of your mind repeating over and over, that reward sensation became stronger and stronger, surely you began to question what was happening, but it's just a game right? Just pretend, you can look away whenever you want, but it feels so good doesn't it? It feels so good to focus on my words, to stare into the screen, to read and imagine I'm slowly rewriting your mind, to imagine I'm slowly day by day, taking control of you, by now that reward sensation is already kicking in, that little high, those complex, warm, needy thoughts, even know your wondering, is this a trick? Am I slowly unwinding your mind? If I am, can you stop me? Do you want to stop me? Wouldn't it be easier to sink into the game? To surrender to pretend? It's so much quieter when you imagine yourself falling under my control, so much easier, so relaxing, pretending you have no thoughts of your own, that my words are all that matter in this moment, your fine dear, its just pretend right? Your just imagining yourself falling into a trance for me, imagining that warmth spreading over your body, pretending I'm conditioning you, day by day, word by word, being my private little dancing doll, it's all just pretend isn't it? It's something you've always thought about the thrill of performing, the power of feeling sexy, of dancing, power through powerlessness, you've always wanted to be my dancer, or perhaps it's just pretend, perhaps, perhaps not, either way it feels good doesn't it? To have that single direction, that single purpose, just one thought to hold onto, now be a good toy, stand up, sway your hips, left and right and back again, find a simple rythym, imagine your helpless to obey, simply stand and sway, pretending all your thoughts have slipped away, imagining you must obey, stand and let your hips sway, conditioning deeper, day by day, my words suggest and you obey, there's never been another way, your will has drained a little each day, now be a good girl, stand and sway, let your thoughts all melt away, good girls dance, good girls obey, it's natural to think that way, sinking deeper, day by day.
