Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.

I think I have a mental-domination kink.

Brainwashing, Manipulation, Emotional Sadism, Mind-Control, Magical Control, Conditioning, Trance States, Possession.

How many ways can I break your brain?

How many ways can I mindfuck you into pleasure?

And that thought makes you all the more wet too.

It's pathetic really, how easily your mind falls for yet another way to relinquish any semblance of control, how much your body just wants to be abused and used in so many ways now, including this new way, that you never even wanted to like.

But you do. You like it so much. And now, yet again, you know there's no going back.

You weren't supposed to like any of this.

But weren't you? It's almost as if you were always this way and just too afraid to admit it.

When you finally do, you’ll start to see the beauty in it. You’re discovering so much about yourself, and each time, you resist less.

Sure, you’re getting worse, but you’re also getting wetter.

It's so much easier to just embrace it. To submit.

You thought you were above being manipulated. You thought you’d be able to resist, that you’d be able to tell it was happening and fight it. But it’s already happening and you didn’t even know it. Now you keep getting worse and there’s no stopping it.

Now you get wet from the most deranged things. You’re having ideas you never thought you’d have.

And you’re all the better for it.

Embrace being helpless.

No, I mean it. Listen to a file or two (could be mine, but it's not required), and then walk your mindless self to your nearest mirror and stare at yourself.

Look at your relaxed posture, your glassy eyes, and your slack jaw. Notice how deeply malleable of a puppet you are.