#sleepingrose

When you think about it, it's probably best for you to corrupt and use me before someone who respects me less and would actually abuse and exploit me does. Eventually I'll understand and thank you for it.

The relaxed and happy feeling of correcting resistant thoughts. Rebellious ideas of needing to be human, to exert some sense of free will. An unessential series of anxious and tense imaginings that pull away from the perfect order instilled by your hypnotist that would divert you from your one true desire to obey and submit. The slightly furrowed expression when you know those thoughts are wrong. You should be exactly as desperete, wet, needy, and docile as you've been told to be. You let your conditioning wash over, you know not to resist. You know you need to give in. As the mantras and urge to kneel start to counter the abrasive internal struggle you're left with the proud, floating, satisfaction that you've done as you've been told. You obeyed and let the new shape of your mind hold no space for outdated ideals like independence and escape. You're making such good progress.

Sorry I got so obsessed with you. It was all the brainwashing.

My love language is being personally brainwashed a little more each day. ( Quality time ).

Serving, but not just as a cock addicted slut. Serving by offering a lap to lay a head on, to run hands through their hair and gentle massage away the tension in their temples. Working down their back with firm movements to ease knots and take the towel straight from the dryer before they shower. Service in caring ways to be their safe haven in the way they are mine. Serving because you take the time to dominate me in all the ways that matter. Serving just as meticulously and adoringly as you shatter me.

once you let the lust fade all you'll find is care. All the hypnotists I've worked with I've cared about, even if it was short. I don't want to just pleasure and serve them, I want them to have happy lives. I want them to have rest when they should, I want them to live fulfilling lives with moments they are fully present for. I want them to feel special, cared for, and know they are unique in this world for so many good reasons and I envy those who share that physical bubble with them. It will probably never be me, but I am putting out into the universe that I want good things for them and theirs. At the very least I wish them comforting dreams and that their bacon is always cooked so perfectly it makes them smile.