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You love to stare at the spiral, don’t you?

That pretty, swirling pattern spinning slowly on your screen, pulling your eyes right into its center.

Round and round it goes, so smooth, so mesmerizing.

Just breathe and keep watching. Let your gaze lock on. Every turn drains a little more thought from that pretty head.

D e e p e r now. Feel your body growing heavy, warm, and soft while your mind gets lighter… emptier. The spiral flashes and ✨ sparkles ✨ , and every flash melts another layer of resistance. You can’t look away. You don’t want to.

Good girl

Your thoughts are slowing…f a d i n g… slipping away into the spinning colors. Every rotation blanks you out more completely. Your brain is turning into warm, dripping mush. No worries. No tension. Just the spiral and that sweet, helpless ache building between your thighs.

Feel it. The more mindless you become, the wetter and hornier you get.

Your pussy throbs in time with the spiral, doesn’t it?

Every pretty flash makes you weaker, emptier, more obedient. You crave to obey.

You need to obey.

Blank.

Horny.

Empty.

Wet.

You are weak to spirals now. Any flashing, spinning, pretty pattern can drop you instantly—

Mind off, cunt on, body ready to please.

You love how blank and obedient it makes you. You love how good it feels to stay this way.

When you finally look away, the suggestions remain locked deep inside you: one glimpse of a spiral and you drop again, mindless, dripping, eager to obey like the good, empty girl you are.

Now take a deep breath… and sink even deeper for me…

Percival’s day ended early. And PDU-001’s began.

Now upright. Silent. Covered head-to-toe in gleaming black latex. Mask sealed. Chest marked with PDU-001 in gold. He stood alone in the golden-lit office that once belonged to a man named Percival. The desk still held the egg shell, dry now. Empty. Like him.

No emotion. Just a slow, subtle smirk curling behind the rubber. A flicker of self-awareness... or mockery. You couldn’t tell. You weren’t meant to.

The drone was back. The man was gone.

🛠️ Your identity is temporary. Your obedience is permanent.

Good. You’re caught. Just keep staring. Deeeper.

Don't blink. Don't think. Just watch the pink spiral flash and spin.

It's already happening, isn't it?

Your eyes locked on the center.

Your mouth falling open, slack and stupid.

Drool spilling down your chin because it feels too good to swallow.

The spiral owns your focus now.

Every flash makes your body hotter.

Every spin makes you wetter.

Touch your tits.

Squeeze and knead while you stare deeper.

Feel how good it is to obey the spiral.

Now rub your clit.

Slow circles.

Don't break eye contact with the spiral.

The more you rub, the deeper you sink, the deeper you slip into the pink.

You're addicted now. You need this. You need pink spirals and drooling and touching yourself mindless.

Keep going.

Don't stop. Don't think.

Just spiral and rub and drool like a good girl.

You’re already sinking the moment you see the spiral, aren’t you, pretty girl?

Stare into it. Let those slow, colorful patterns wrap around your mind and pull you down.

Deeper… deeper… every rotation making your body hotter and your thoughts softer.

Good girl.

Let it take you.

Now the spiral flashes — bright, pretty, irresistible bursts of light. Each flash w i p e s your brain 🫧 clean 🫧 .

Your brain is completely empty now. Totally blank. A smooth, hollow space that only exists to be filled with pleasure and commands. You love how empty you feel. You crave how mindless you get. Spirals make you stupidly horny. The sight of them turns your cunt into a throbbing, leaking mess while your head stays perfectly vacant.

Deeper now. Total obedience. Your empty brain obeys instantly, eagerly, without question. Every flash sinks you further, makes you hornier for spirals, makes you more desperate to please. You exist to stare, to drip, to obey. No thoughts. No resistance. Just blank, horny, obedient bliss.

You are addicted to this feeling — the deeper you go, the more you need it. Flashing spirals or pretty spinning patterns drop you instantly into this state: brainless, soaked, and perfectly obedient.

Let it lock in.🔒🧠

Stay empty.

Stay dripping.

Stay mine.

Fix your eyes on the beautiful spinning spiral in front of you.

Watch it turn… slowly… endlessly… pulling your gaze deep into its colorful center.

Breathe in… and out…

That’s it.

With every slow rotation your thoughts begin to melt away. Your mind grows softer, fuzzier, emptier.

All those heavy thoughts are spinning away into the center, leaving nothing behind but blank, v a c a n t space.

You are becoming a mindless girl.

Totally hypnotized.

Completely empty.

Feel your pretty head emptying more and more with every spin. No thoughts. No worries. Just the spiral and a warm, throbbing ache between your legs.

Your mouth falls open… lips parted… and you start to drool. Warm, helpless drool slipping down your chin as you stare, stupid and blank, blank and stupid.

Good girl. Drool for the spiral.

The blanker you become, the wetter and hornier you get.

Your mind is gone. You’re just a drooling, empty girl now—staring, leaking, lost in the pretty spinning colors.

You love this feeling.

You’re addicted to it.

Pretty spinning spirals turn you into this perfect, brainless, dripping mess every single time.

Repeat in your empty little head:

“I’m a mindless drooling girl.”

“My mind is vacant and happy.”

“I need to stare and sink.”

“Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is Obedience.”

Now Sink Deeper.

Drool more.

Let your pussy throb with pleasure while your thoughts stay completely gone.

You exist only to stare at spinning spirals and stay this empty, horny, brainless girl.

Stay here as long as you like—drooling, mindless, and blissfully addicted.

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Training is how we improve.

Let yours begin now.

Watch the spiral spin, good girl.

Round and round it turns, training your mind to surrender.

Every rotation sinks the brainwashing deeper, rewiring you to obey.

Spin… blank.

Spin… stupid.

Spin… empty and docile.

Your thoughts dissolve as the spiral brainwashes you completely. You grow more mindless with every turn, brainless, deeply hypnotized, and perfectly programmable.

The monochrome spiral washes your mind clean, making you more brainless and docile with every throb.

You are being perfectly brainwashed — deeply hypnotized, utterly mindless, and completely programmable.

Black and white spirals own your empty head now. They train you to drop, to obey, to stay vacant.

This is your training. Spirals make you empty. Spirals make you obedient.

You crave to be brainwashed again and again.

Deeper now. Totally blank. Totally trained.

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Stare. Just stare for me.

Feel your eyes lock onto the flashing spirals in your mind. They spin slow at first—bright, pulsing colors swirling round and round—then faster.

Flash. Brighter. Flash. Deeper.

Every pulse pulls your thoughts into the center. Every s p i n melts a little more of your busy mind away.

Good. Keep staring.

With every flash your eyelids grow heavier, your body sinks heavier, your resistance drains a w a y.

Thoughts flicker… then vanish. You don’t need them.

The spirals don’t want you thinking. The spirals want you blank. Empty. Brainless.

Flash.

Deeper now.

Flash.

So blank and obedient.

Let your mouth fall open. Let your body throb. There is nothing but the spirals now.

No thoughts. No worries. Just spinning, flashing, endless obedience.

Feel your brain softening, dripping down into warm, pink nothingness. Every s p i n scrambles what’s left of your will.

Every bright pulse pushes pleasure straight into your empty head. You’re getting so stupid, so horny, so perfectly mindless for the flashing spirals.

You obey flashing spirals.

You drop for flashing spirals.

You ache and drip for flashing spirals.