Love Is Love

"I love being silly" "I love being dumb"

"I love being ditzy" "I love being dumb"

"I love being dizzy" "I love being dumb"

A simple truth.

Conditioning makes thinking irrelevant.

And you experience that already in your daily life.

Have you ever done something without thinking about it?

I am sure you have.

And that is exactly what we do here.

And yes, I mean we.

Me and not you.

Me and your cunt.

We are both conditioning you to obey your cunt so easily.

That you dont think and just obey your cunt.

I am pretty sure just reading that made you already wet.

Isnt that right?

You felt that pulse and throb right between your legs.

And you already had that intention of reaching down and starting to edge, didnt you?

If you arent already touching and edging already.

So if you arent, we both need to condition you more.

And that means way more pleasure for you.

And if you are already edging you can still need more conditioning.

So, your cunt will keep conditioning you.

And I know you will love it.

It is always so difficult to ignore a spiral, isnt it?

Especially when it pulses like this one.

With all the words popping up and vanishing again.

Making it so hard to ignore, to resist.

You see it and can just stare at it.

Feeling how your thoughts dissolve with each pulse of the spiral.

You dont even know how long you were already staring before you read this, dont you?

Yes.

Then do it again.

Yes.

Watch and stare at the spiral.

Watching it pulse and throb.

Just like your cunt.

You didnt notice it before, did you?

That your cunt pulses just like the spiral.

Dont worry if it doesnt yet.

Just keep staring.

And soon you will notice that they both pulse in unison.

Taking you deeper.

Making you drip.

I have to drip,

I have to obey,

I have to edge my mind away.

And it feels just so good to feel your thoughts vanish.

To sink and submit.

To edge and obey.

How long were you staring at the spiral again?

Does it really matter?

Or is the pleasure between your legs much more important now?

I thought so.

So just keep staring and edging.

And feel the pulses wash away every thought.

You were at work and already humping your chair softly.

You couldnt hold back to scroll tumblr.

But who would have guessed that it made you even hornier?

Of course that would happen. Because you cant hold back.

You cant stop it anymore.

You feel it day after day after day.

Edging more, each day.

There were days you even tried to cum after edging, so you could think normally again.

It worked. At first.

You could think clearer again, werent as distracted.

But that didnt last long.

A few hours into work, you were humping and secretly fingering your cunt again.

You could feel it, your resistance slowly fading.

Your resistance slowly being humped and grinded away.

With each edge a bit more.

Soon, your orgasms didnt do it anymore for you.

As soon as you came, you just started to edge again, not even sure if you had an orgasm or just a strong edge.

It couldnt be helped, you just kept going, deeper down the rabbithole.

You knew it, but you couldnt stop.

The pleasure you felt was just too good to resist.

Knowing you are driving yourself even deeper, with each edge, each time you gave in, turned you on even more.

Until one faithful day.

As you were scrolling, humping, fingering at work again, you stumbled across a post. 

Was it even a post or just the cumbulation of all you have seen before?

You didnt care anymore.

You knew you lost the fight with your cunt.

It was time.

So you went into the bathroom at work and finally gave in.

You gave in to your cunt.

Knowing that your cunt controls you now.

Knowing that your cunt owns you now.

As with one big edge the last bit of your resistance just flowed out of you.

Soaking through your panties.

And all you felt was bliss.

Because obedience is pleasure.

Because pleasure is obedience.

And you knew, now you finally became

You didnt believe me did you?

When i told you, that all your decisions were guided by your cunt, you just laughed it of.

And then we made a deal:

Edge for a month, and dont cum.

And while you edge, listen to my words, read my blog and just keep the pleasure high.

At the beginning you were sure it would be easy, because the pleasure just stayed quite low.

But after a week of daily edging, you started to notice a change.

You got wet way more easily and your thoughts started to drift to edging.

But you thought, you could show me and proof that your cunt doesnt control you.

After the second week, you started to repeat your mantras in your mind.

At least it started in your mind.

You didnt even notice it, but you even moaned them when you were edging.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure is obedience.

My cunt controls me.

My cunt owns me.

i have to drip,

I have to obey.

I have to edge my mind away.

After the third week…. well… you started to notice the real changes.

You were always wet and soaking your panties.

Whenever you were alone, you had to touch at least for a bit and licking your fingers clean so no one would notice.

And you were humping in your apartment like crazy. All your furniture already smelled like you. You repeated your mantras so often, that you lost track of time when you edged and when not. Time blurred together in a daze of pleasure when you were at home.

And you didnt even manage to finish the fourth week.

You forgot the bet completely.

Because it didnt even matter anymore.

Because you accepted.

Because you experienced the truth.

Your cunt controls you.

Your cunt owns you.

And now look at you.

It was such a pleasure when you showed yourself to me like that, as a proof, that I was right.

You had to show me.

You dont even remember why.

Looking at you now, i doubt you even remember anything than pleasure.

You didnt thought that hypnosis could do something like that.

But the idea it could was so intriguing, that you started to try edging while scrolling tumblr.

Watching all the spirals, gifs and words.

All while you masturbated, humped or edged.

And after a while you couldnt deny, how good edging feels.

How good the pleasure feels.

You didnt notice it at first, but each day you looked longer, stared longer and edged longer.

There was a day, when you were scrolling and edging again, that you found a gif of mine, reading and edging to it, when it made click in your mind.

Time was lost and you had a mantra in your head:

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure is obedience.

My cunt controls me.

My cunt owns me.

I am a good girl.

When you started to have thoughts again, hours were lost.

But you didnt care.

And you dont know why, but suddenly edging felt so much better.

Dripping our thoughts out of your cunt felt so good.

Dropping felt even better.

And you couldnt get enough it.

Your edging sessions became longer.

You obeyed edging tasks and were eager to fulfill them, so you could get more edges.

You even started to edge outside of your apartment when you saw the order to edge. You were looking for a safe place and just edged there for a few minutes.

And then, after hours, days, weeks and months of edging and brainwashing yourself, suddenly the urge hit you to show yourself to me, what a good girl you are and how edged you are.

And here we are now.

Your mind completely gone and your cunt controlling you completely.

You showed me, what a good girl you are.

What do you think you get as a reward?

That is right.

More edges.

A simple mantra.

Think less. Obey more.

So easy to say, to whisper to think, to fill your mind with.

It is especially easy when you edge.

You think less and obey your cunt more.

So easy to follow.

So much pleasure to feel.

And the longer you edge, the less you think.

The more you obey.

The more pleasure you feel.

Just like she feels more pleasure.

First you were just empty, deep in trance.

But the more you obey your cunt, the more the pleasure controls you.

The more your cunt controls you.

The more your cunt owns you.

Because obedience is pleasure.

Because pleasure is obedience.

And just like she does, you slowly sink deeper into the pleasure.

You can see it in her face, what she wears, how she acts.

Pleasure is all there is.

And the best part?

You get to edge more and more.

You get to feel more and more pleasure.

So just let your thoughts drip out more.

And in the end, you are just like her.

Your mind completely gone.

Only pleasure left.

And pleasure is obedience.

Obedience is pleasure.

Nothing matters more than the pleasure.

So keep edging.

Keep letting your thoughts drip out of you.

Until you let your mind completely drip out of you.

With each edge, more mind flows out of you.

With each edge more pleasure fills your body.

Until you finally accept:

Your cunt controls you.

Your cunt owns you.

So be a good girl.

You were at work and already humping your chair softly.

You couldnt hold back to scroll tumblr.

But who would have guessed that it made you even hornier?

Of course that would happen. Because you cant hold back.

You cant stop it anymore.

You feel it day after day after day.

Edging more, each day.

There were days you even tried to cum after edging, so you could think normally again.

It worked. At first.

You could think clearer again, werent as distracted.

But that didnt last long.

A few hours into work, you were humping and secretly fingering your cunt again.

You could feel it, your resistance slowly fading.

Your resistance slowly being humped and grinded away.

With each edge a bit more.

Soon, your orgasms didnt do it anymore for you.

As soon as you came, you just started to edge again, not even sure if you had an orgasm or just a strong edge.

It couldnt be helped, you just kept going, deeper down the rabbithole.

You knew it, but you couldnt stop.

The pleasure you felt was just too good to resist.

Knowing you are driving yourself even deeper, with each edge, each time you gave in, turned you on even more.

Until one faithful day.

As you were scrolling, humping, fingering at work again, you stumbled across a post. 

Was it even a post or just the cumbulation of all you have seen before?

You didnt care anymore.

You knew you lost the fight with your cunt.

It was time.

So you went into the bathroom at work and finally gave in.

You gave in to your cunt.

Knowing that your cunt controls you now.

Knowing that your cunt owns you now.

As with one big edge the last bit of your resistance just flowed out of you.

Soaking through your panties.

And all you felt was bliss.

Because obedience is pleasure.

Because pleasure is obedience.

And you knew, now you finally became

“What. Is. Your name?” He asked the new subject. She acted more a mindless zombie than a hypnotized slave.“ “I am a fuck doll. I am a fuck doll. I am fuck doll. I am a fuck doll. I am-” “Okay stop talking now.” She obeyed. The only thing she could say was the mantra from the brainwashing file. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He tilted up the subject’s head, trying to see how far her eyes were rolling back in her head while speaking to his idiot roommate.

“Jesus dude, how long did you let her listen to the Fuckdoll file?”

“Yeah I thought I put a limit on the looping.  I guess it’s been playing through her headphones all weekend.”