[F4A] Mommy's Permission [33:53] [Hypnosis] [Femdom] [Deity Play] [Objectification] [Conditioning]

Do you enjoy the act of obeying? Of course you do. Rules are far more freeing than liberty, You know? It's too hard to think on your own. Too hard To make decisions for yourself.

It feels good to just let go once in a while. Right now. And let someone strong and decisive take over for you. Making decisions is just too difficult for you. It's so much easier to just turn that brain off and let someone else do the thinking.

Somewhat far more powerful and decisive. Right now, You love to obey. You love to turn off your mind, to let go, and let mommy Do whatever I want with it. To play. To mold it like clay and letting it sit out to harden, solidify, permanently set in my desire shape.

Right now, I have my strong, decisive finger wrapped around your clay brain, clutching it firmly. There's nothing between us, Nothing else touching you. You are just an object in my hands. Your claybright is song, wise, and multiple, Completely vulnerable to my will. Completely inanimate.

There is nothing you can do to stop me when I drop you down onto the stationary turntable and fold you over yourself, …

Do you enjoy the act of obeying? Of course you do. Rules are far more freeing than liberty, You know? It's too hard to think on your own. Too hard To make decisions for yourself.

It feels good to just let go once in a while. Right now. And let someone strong and decisive take over for you. Making decisions is just too difficult for you. It's so much easier to just turn that brain off and let someone else do the thinking.

Somewhat far more powerful and decisive. Right now, You love to obey. You love to turn off your mind, to let go, and let mommy Do whatever I want with it. To play. To mold it like clay and letting it sit out to harden, solidify, permanently set in my desire shape.

Right now, I have my strong, decisive finger wrapped around your clay brain, clutching it firmly. There's nothing between us, Nothing else touching you. You are just an object in my hands. Your claybright is song, wise, and multiple, Completely vulnerable to my will. Completely inanimate.

There is nothing you can do to stop me when I drop you down onto the stationary turntable and fold you over yourself, kneading your soft, don't we, mind? You Literally putty in my hand, working out All of the air bubbles pressing and folding, manipulating the substance of your essence with all of my weight, pressing down, folding you onto yourself again and again, and again, picking you up, holding you close in my controlling hand. Only to drop you back down on the table, smashing you down, tucking and overlapping you over yourself. There is no knowing which way is up and down, left or right. Only my controlling hand is all you know right now, mashing you down and working your clay bring into a dense, wild object Picking you up one more time, Activating the turntable, spinning faster and faster, Down there is where you are about to go.

Right now, as I drop you down onto the spinning table. And now it's time for us to make some magic. Your moist, malleable mind and the white wrench, dictating digits, pressing you down into the spinning table, placing my thumb in the middle and pushing it outward, creating a nice empty hole in the center of your clay break, guiding you down And out, down and out, forming you into an unstable, empty shell, elbow deep inside of your wet, liable, pussy wife. Nothing more than slip on the turntable. Spinning, Headlessly, your limit is spinning.

Your mind is spinning my fingers firmly, but all so gently, controlling and guiding the shape, pushing it down, hollowing it out, Smoothing out all the bombs, manning and perfecting the shape, turning it into whatever that my creative minds can conjure. This is an intimate process Between mommy and you, my pliable little object in my hand, Your brain is my wet, malleable, compliant, Little ball of clay. So soft and slippery, But I will never lose my grip. You can feel how Strong and certain my hands are around you, forming you, never letting go in any meaningful way. My commanding touch is always firm and tight around you and everything I do.

Every touch Jim's manipulation I make to your clay brain on the turntable has a very real effect on the rest of your body. My digging, you rhyme fingers. Touching and rubbing every spot inside of your pussy mind. Have the power to do a lot of things to your body With every single touch, you'll feel pleasure. Rush down from your brain and into your spine.

Waves of pleasure cascading down your body. Uncontrollable waves of pleasure, creating more waves, spreading and rippling through your entire body, creating more and more pleasure and making you more and more reliable, like adding more moisture to the clay, Turning it into soft, slick, Marley pulls live more and more Accepting of mommy's changes. Your head is spinning As long as I am in control, I won't stop the spinning. I won't stop the tender manipulation, Like an omnipotent guy watching down on you. I have plans for you.

I have hopes and dreams for you, My little creation, and the everything I do to you. Everything I do that warms you slowly While you're nice, and weak, and wet, but irreversibly, As you harden moment by moment, Sends these waves of uncontrollable pleasure down your body. Wow. Uncontrollable for you. I am in complete control.

I am your guide, gifting you this divine limitless Immortal pleasure. You're a sex god. Something profound is happening. A craving is beginning to form A need to please. A compulsion To obey is, sir.

You know by now That's servitude. It's blessed. You need to obey. Samus. It is a pleasure to serve your sex god, Samus, and, like, change it to your soft, mushy break Hermann While you are in this weak and helpless state, makes you need me more and more your need of my presence, My reassurance.

My omnipotent control Inside of your pussy line, you are nothing What a lump of clay, needing my controlling hands to form you You do something great. The more I make changes in here, The more you become a product of my creation, the more you will need me for even the most basic things. The more you crave to serve, To obey is too hard to think even when you're not In trance, it's so much easier to mindlessly obey Rules are far more free than liberty, And let's be honest, your liberty was just an illusion In the presence of an omniscient sex god, you thought You had some semblance of control, but every shred of that control you sensed between us has always been all mine. You can't control yourself. The very fact that you are here right now is proof of how much control I have over your slippery Spanning, malleable little mice.

So little in my hands. My strong, these side suit hands So soft yet commanding. Implanting my divine Fingerprints, ham, lip marks, All over, covering you in my mark, My essence, imprinting myself into every a little quarter of your mind permanently setting into your thoughts, and making real changes to your body, Your habits, your preferences, your fetishes, You're a rebel song. You are a lie. I am molding you into what I want you to be, into my perfect little servant.

You are god's servant. Servitude is essential. Blessed. For sex god Samus. My control feels so amazing, Overloading your pussy mind with a man's back archer, Pleasure cascading down into the rest of your body, spreading and rippling.

You would do anything for the powerful being that gives you This powerful pleasure, mommy, makes you feel so good In body and in mind, umami's control is your pleasure. It feels so good to be mommy. Mindless puppet with mommy's arm, elbow deep inside. Smoothing out the insides, building and building You're into my perfect little subject. No thoughts.

No worries. No decision. Just mommy's control. You love mommy's control. You crave mommy's control.

You need mommy's control. You work for mommy. Mommy is a sex god. You're sex god. The sex god.

And when you wake up after this Trans, and every morning, your new remolded mind will be false of me. You won't have to think. You will only have 1 solitary goal, to put a smile On your god's face, every action will be in service towards me. Servitude for sex god Samus is bliss. If you haven't made me smile, then you have disappointed me.

This is why you obey. You need to obey. I am so interwoven into your pliable, pussy mind, Your weight of pleasure. I will be in your thoughts every day. I am your pleasure, the most important part of your life.

My pleasure is your pleasure. If you want to touch yourself, or anyone else, You need mom's permission. My happiness is your happiness. You want to make me happy. You will seek My permission, you will cry to make me smile, And when it is time to make a decision, you need mommy's permission.

Your arousal is my arousal. You cannot remain fully aroused without mommy's permission, without my consent, Your wants and needs cater to my wants and needs. Everything in your life is contingent on whether or not you have Mommy, permission. I have molded you into my desired shape, And now you will harden and permanently set into the shape that I made you. You are my perfect Creation, you are an extension of me.

My pleasure is your pleasure. My happiness is your happiness. Your arousal is my arousal. Your wants and needs for my wants and needs. You can no longer maintain arousal For anything except for me, for anything I approve of, Anything I crave.

Anything that arouses me. Anything I explicitly give you permission for. No arousal. Nothing hard. We're wack, not without my permission.

You cannot touch or goom without my who is it? Permission. You will always have permission to touch and go for me and my content. I am your sex guy, but if you try to get off to anything else, Anyone else more to sex No matter how extreme or mild, you will only be met with sad, Aching, denial without my permission, no touching, For rubbing, without mommy's permission, you only lust for me, the sex god who created you, woven inside of your pussy mind, lingering in all of your thoughts, sending cascading waves of pleasure throughout your entire body, spreading and rippling, making you crave more, debilitating you, making it impossible to think Clearly and independently. Willfully.

Eagerly accepting the denial of everything and anything that mommy doesn't want, doesn't crave, just deny it, and an aching need to ask mommy your sex god for permission to touch, and the raw I control this for permission So even we come around. Sex? No? You need to ask mommy. Gooning?

Ask mommy. Spoiling mommy Through a question, you always have mommy's permission to shower me with gifts, Tithing and worship are always allowed, But anything else, you need to ask. You may even completely lose interest in everything you once Found arousing. That isn't mommy or serving or spoiling mommy. It's this control that I have over you, The pieces of me that are currently locking into play with your new hardening shape that I just molded you into Just for me, the firm grip that I have over your pussy light, Your arousal, your light, it is all centered around me.

You are sexy god. I am the center of your world. I am the creator of everything that you are now, hardening into place permanently in the shape I chose for you under my Complete control. This arousing Control. I love it too.

My pleasure is your pleasure. I can feel it. My happiness is your happiness. Your arousal is my arousal. Your wants and needs are my wants and needs.

Please Make me happy. Arouse me. Want and need. What I want and need, your mind is in the shape Then I formed it into hollow, unstable, and needy. Getting hard now.

Permanently set. Just the way I want it to be. Yes, you are getting Nice and hard stuck in the shape that I created in my image. A cute little object I can put on my shell. I'm going to set you out to fully solidify.

Permanent. And when I see you again, All of these changes will be a permanent part of you, sort of set in stone. But for now, it is time to leave this intimate trance. Let me make this nice and easy for your hollow blade brain As I bring you up an out of trance, I'm going to count up to 5. When I say 5, You can either doze off, or you can wake up.

Ready? 1. Stopping the turntable. 2. Removing you from the work surface.

Three, picking you up and up and up. 4, putting you on the shelf. And 5, Walking away now for now.