[F4A] Religious Submission [No Sex][Fdom][Hypnosis][Brainwashing][My Pet][Obedience][Training][ASMR][Ear Licking][Post Hypnotic Suggestions][SFX][Addiction][Devotion][Love Confession] Erotic Hypnosis Script
There is an instinct present in every human being that reacts to submission. It's that religious instinct, it, that desire to worship something greater, to give in into someone better. I just call it the submissive instinct men need to be on your knees, to look up and praise and worship and the mitt to give in, to give up all that control. But I want to show you a new religion, a new faith, a system of beliefs centered around the things you desire most. Me and submission to me.
You. Let my voice pull you away from the things you were so certain about and into a new world, a world that revolves in orbit around me. Your private, shipyard universe. Let go of what you thought you know. Let me show you something better, her, something more beautiful, more sensual.
I can show you a new way to a meaningful and happy existence, one where there is nothing but simple happiness. Something within you feels the desperate need to be rid of complexities. You don't want to be a thinker, a decider. You want to be a follower, to kiss my feet and tell me sweet secrets, it, to …
There is an instinct present in every human being that reacts to submission. It's that religious instinct, it, that desire to worship something greater, to give in into someone better. I just call it the submissive instinct men need to be on your knees, to look up and praise and worship and the mitt to give in, to give up all that control. But I want to show you a new religion, a new faith, a system of beliefs centered around the things you desire most. Me and submission to me.
You. Let my voice pull you away from the things you were so certain about and into a new world, a world that revolves in orbit around me. Your private, shipyard universe. Let go of what you thought you know. Let me show you something better, her, something more beautiful, more sensual.
I can show you a new way to a meaningful and happy existence, one where there is nothing but simple happiness. Something within you feels the desperate need to be rid of complexities. You don't want to be a thinker, a decider. You want to be a follower, to kiss my feet and tell me sweet secrets, it, to confess your need and love and want. My femininity renders you useless and submissive.
It is enough to worship. Lavish praise at my feet back. Give me sweet compliments. Tell me secret? Confess your admiration.
You see, with me. Submission is not a sin. No. It's encouraged and celebrated. It's commanded.
And if you choose to believe, then you have to practice it. Your belief must be clearly reflected in your entrance. Your goddess will never be satisfied hearing empty prayers and compliments. I need sacrifices and displays, rituals and rules. I am the ultimate goddess of your fantasies.
Every time you lose yourself enough in my voice. It's like you are having a spiritual awakening. My power over you is proof that there is a higher power, something which you cannot contend with, it, a voice in a goddess you dare not disobey. Something inside of you feels a great need to fall down at my feet, to kneel into worship and praise as I stand over you. Untouchable, dominant, whipping you around with only my words, slipping you down into submission, showing you a new side for yourself, not just the submissive side.
The spiritual side. That part which is responsible for your insatiable will need to be collared and whipped into proper puppy shape for Shibi. I am addicted to Shibi. I'm an I'm addicted to Shibi. I'm controlled.
I'm I'm control. I should be am nothing but a toy. I'm freaking it feels so good to give yourself completely to this religious submission. Cross your needy little brain and kiss your goddess's feet. Let yourself go completely to my power.
To resist me is a sin. To lose focus is a sin. Forgetting to show gratitude is the sand. Let yourself go. And drop.
Drop. Drop for me, my sweet pet. I want to count you down with the 10 commandments that I have set forth for you the 10 principles of submission that will guide and teach you how to be good, Ben. I your domino and your goddess. You submit to nobody else but your domino.
You should always think about me, and picture me, and fantasise about me. 7, size about me. 7. You will never disrespect your the goddess. I am holy, and the time we spend together is holy time.
Honour your goddess every day. 4. You will never disobey me. 3. Your body and mind belongs to your goddess.
Your soul belongs to your goddess. Wong. My wish is your command. My word it. How happy and content you would feel surrendering to a higher their power, to my power.
The need for submission is so deeply rooted. And as you listen, it weaves its way to the surface, growing, covering you. The instinct to worship being taken over and manipulated and laid with. You feel so drawn to this new belief system, to this new way of being, to my private, perverted philosophy of life, where you my slave and my toy where you serve the purpose of my anything. Being my little puppy, I want you to fuel that submissive habit by falling completely in love with your goddess.
Love makes you feel good. You love feeling good, engaged in my warm voice. You are so pure, plenty for me, rolled around my finger, straining to feel more, more, more. You've just fallen for me completely. It's such a privilege to be mine.
You. I want everything you have to give me. I'm greedy. You. You want me to be.
The reason that you fall in love is that I provide you with a deep, meaningful place in the world. And my side, beneath my feet, beneath your own ego, where love and service and duty fills you with happiness. Simple worship, simple submission. My control is so delicate. And your love for me means that control is always draped over you.
A thin, soft not codes of happiness. Being my pet makes you happy. It makes you glow. I am your sun, and you are going to orbit around me. I just I just don't want you to think too much.
Okay? To think that doing what makes you happy is somehow wrong. Because something makes you happy, it must be bad for you in some way. But you don't feel bad when you worship me, do you? No.
You feel really good being mine, Don't you? You should always go along with whatever I say. That's the best way to think. Whatever I say makes perfect sense inside your brain. That way, you get to enjoy everything without distraction.
In order to give I have to take? You know the phrase. It's a rule of nature, and I make the rules. It all boils down to the same thing. I need and require your devotion.
You need and require my dominance. I want to welcome you to my place of worship. I want to invite made you in and show you why I should be your 1 and only god. Now that I have your complete attention, now that I have you convinced and subdued, I want to convert you. I want you to picture yourself at the entrance to my chapel, to my house of worship, pushing open those heavy doors and stepping begin to enumerate.
My world. And not hesitate to look back as those doors close behind you. You step into this heavy, heavy atmosphere, flickering pink candles and painted rays of pink and red light. The echo of the hall warmed by a fire, hidden somewhere out of sight, out of mind. Welcome to heaven and pet, the closest you'll be the immortal form, at least.
Step inside and let the light and warmth wrap around you. You will be spending a lot of time here from now on, sir. You should learn to love every respect of your faith. There are no benches here because I do not deal in crowds. I am a personal goodness.
At this moment, there is only one thing here one thing only. An altar. And placed on top of it is a single tall candle and a purple leather cushion for you to kneel on. Walk up to it. I want you to pick up that little matchbox next to the candle.
Slide it open and take 1 out. Purple, all, almost sparkling like it's already burning. And when you daylight. It burns bright and purple in a tall and steady flame. Stare at it.
Let it hypnotize you. Lighting this candle is a ritual you. You will learn to follow and fall in love with it. Go on, I it. Watch that flame transfer and climb higher and higher.
Blow out the match and put it down. Step back and keep your eyes this. On that candle. I want you to focus on it while we continue the ritual. Let nature.
Red and glowing. Hot and relax. Take a deep these breath. Breathe in the heavy air. I want you to kneel down on that soft, purple leather cushion.
Keep your eyes fixed on the candles so that when you kneel, You are looking upwards. Looking up to me in supplication. Take another deep breath for me. Close your eyes. Focus.
From some unknown direction, you hear a door opening and closing. The faint sound of footsteps begins to echo around you. Show tight steps, napping high heels on the stone floor, approaching you so slowly, sending deep shivers of anticipation down your space. On your spine. Hear me approach from behind the altar, my presence and power growing stronger.
Your brain begins to tingle the goal as you realize that I'm right here, next to you, behind you, over you, surrounding you with my powers. You keep keep your head up and your eyes closed like a good sleep. Feel my fingers slowly begin to creep through your hair, spreading out my little nails scratching your scalp and making you shudder, tingle, making you gasp and groan. Putting my lips to your ear. Are you ready to now to worship.
Are you ready to be converted? Let me take over those spiritual parts of your brain where my voice and my power is firmly in control of you. Feel me step around in front of between you and the altar, standing so tall over you. You better not open your eyes. Now I want you to place your hands on the altar on either side of me.
Grab edge and hold it tight. I am standing in front of you, over you. Such a faithful full little bit. You are starting to see how good it would be to give yourself Up to me. The power I have over you is undeniable.
You will worship the end of Amy. I'm going to show you a little prayer. The final step. And afterwards, there will be no doubt about who your worship. Let me step behind you.
Keep gripping that altar. But now. I want you to put your forehead against it. Keep your knees where they are. I I want you to start praying for me now.
I'll just give you a phrase as to repeat it over and over again in your mind, your brain. While you let me do whatever I want with your brain, I just want you to whisper to over to yourself. Please, she be. Over and over again. Please, Keep praying for me, slave.
You feel so submissive, so deeply entranced in my power, so completely the controlled and dominated and owned by your goddess, following my borders even though you never thought you, respecting my rules and keeping your head down, your eyes clean. Put your Open your eyes. Look at the candle. It is very nearly and out. Focus on the purple flame.
Focus on the way it melts also way these final images of wax. Drift. So Close to the end. Any second. That last little bit of wax bubbling away as the wick burns to the end.
Please show me how good you can be. Please. Please. Please. Good, Pat.
Empty your mind completely at my altar. Please. Please. Become my faithful slave. Now I want you to take your hands down.
Sit back on your heels. Breathe in and out. Relax your shoulders and your back. Look. Straighten your posture and feel that warm glow that radiates from within you, this glow that surrounds and fills all of my faithful slaves.
Feel yourself become reenergized and happy, knowing that you finally have a power like me to surrender to. A goddess to control your mind and body. Be happy and satisfied knowing that you have completely surrendered to a new faith. And come back to the world. Let this spiritual awakening follow you once you leave this place.
And when the time is right, let it pull you