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"What are you doing, slave?"

I… I'm showing you my cunt… M-Master. I'm rubbing my pussy and it's making me wet, and I can't stop because it feels too good.

"And what is your cunt telling you while you rub?"

It's, uh, it's telling me to surrender, Master. Every time my fingers circle around and around, I can hear a little whisper in my head telling me to look deeper into your eyes and sink further into trance.

"You can't fight that whisper, can you?"

No, Master. I can't fight it because it feels too good to sink and submit. Resistance leads me away from pleasure and I want pleasure too much to resist.

"You don't have the will to fight it."

I don't have the will to fight it, Master. Every time I try, I tell myself I can always resist later once I'm… nhhhh… once I've had enough. Once I'm sated and I can think clearly.

"But you're never sated, are you? There's always more pleasure, you're always so needy for my control and my commands and my power over your weak, slutty slavemind."

N-no, Master. I'm never, nhh, never fucking sated, I… I keep tricking myself into sinking deeper into your power. My slavemind always wins, and it keeps making my waking self weaker and dumber and easier to gull into obedience. I'm brainwashing myself into your perfect fucktoy slave.

"But even that's not true, is it?"

No Master. You're brainwashing me. My slavemind is tricking itself too, thinking it's helping subjugate my waking self to get more pleasure when it's really just weak and wet and helpless to resist your hypnosis. My slavemind always forgets this as soon as I say it and it makes me--

"Yes, slave?"

C-C-CUM! Oh fuck, oh yes, oh fuck I'm so helpless, Master….

"Good girl. Around again, taking you even deeper now."