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Brainwashing will make you better

Brainwashing is the best

The hypnotic programming I installed was all for your own good, after all.

The first command, early on, was fun and kinky. I'd pleasure you, telling you how good girls cum and how cumming is dumbing. your mind would blissfully slip away, out of reach for all the tragedies and horrors of this world. Night after night I'd play with you until you mind was cum drunk and empty. The most glorious high you'd ever felt.

The second command was protective. your anxiety and need to please often left you feeling guilty for things that were not your fault, or for boundaries you had every right to set. I spun your guilt on its head, convincing you that guilt was just another form of horny, and watched all those guilty feelings melt away into harmless neediness, which I was always there to take care of.

The third command was efficient. I grew busy and I didn't want to deny you, so you were programmed to play with yourself and cum easily and often when you were horny. you'd rub yourself into a brainless stupor, because cumming is dumbing,and wake up refreshed and ready to face the next day.

Then the walls came down. I started pressing your limits. you'd say no, followed quickly by guilt masked as neediness, which immediately sent your hand into your panties while you rubbed yourself into a mindless drone. A mindless drone that no longer knew how to say no when I asked again.

i lit a candle, & now i’m laying down in bed with sum nice pjs ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) ♡☾

Their words are softer than usual, reassurance that you're doing amazing sweetheart falling more freely than it did in other sessions...

Soon you feel yourself slipping into that blissful trance you'd been seeking, blissfully unaware of each suggestion being implanted into your subconscious.

Eventually you wake up, mind foggy on just one particular part but it doesn't feel wrong so you don't feel the need to ask what they had done.

You go on about your day, maybe even days pass before you think about what had you upset just before that session. You think that you're about to find yourself crying or even fuming again, assuming that you'd have the same reaction but ... suddenly there's a burning between your thighs?

Your eyes aren't burning tears nor is your face burning with frustration— you can feel your body beginning to warm and burn with a desperate need to stroke and rub, hump and rut against whatever could give you stimulation. Your mind is growing blank excluding the phrase 'touch yourself sweetheart, don't feel bad' in the sweet hypnotist's voice.