[F4M] Putty in my hands [Hypnosis][Fdom][Brainwashing][Relax][Dirty talk][Teasing][Blank and Empty][Transformation]into a [Buff][Slavedoll][Affectionate][Light Humiliation][Loving][Seduction to Corruption]

Let's go down. It'll be fun, don't you think? To go down deep into trans with me. You? I wanna make sure you are ready, but that's simple enough.

You just check that you will have no distractions for the length of our session together? I don't want anything to get between my voice and your waiting, willing mind. Now show me you can be a good boy. Ensure that you will be undisturbed? Don't worry, I'm worth it.

You? I'll take complete control, so get into you? Position. Just wiggle yourself around a bit, you? Tensing and untensing your muscles, getting that blood let circulation going?

Roll your shoulders just a little bit, letting go of any restlessness. Allow yourself to relax, giving yourself permission to follow you my commands to focus on my voice? Breathe in through your nose, you? Just tightening your body for a moment, holding that tightness, that tension, even yell and just letting it go. Letting your body you?

Limp. Relax. Breathe in again, again through your nose, you? Even deeper, feeling your body fill with oxygen. Feel yourself Jim?

Feel yourself relax. Release that breath, and and feel a corresponding release in your body, in your mind? You? …

Let's go down. It'll be fun, don't you think? To go down deep into trans with me. You? I wanna make sure you are ready, but that's simple enough.

You just check that you will have no distractions for the length of our session together? I don't want anything to get between my voice and your waiting, willing mind. Now show me you can be a good boy. Ensure that you will be undisturbed? Don't worry, I'm worth it.

You? I'll take complete control, so get into you? Position. Just wiggle yourself around a bit, you? Tensing and untensing your muscles, getting that blood let circulation going?

Roll your shoulders just a little bit, letting go of any restlessness. Allow yourself to relax, giving yourself permission to follow you my commands to focus on my voice? Breathe in through your nose, you? Just tightening your body for a moment, holding that tightness, that tension, even yell and just letting it go. Letting your body you?

Limp. Relax. Breathe in again, again through your nose, you? Even deeper, feeling your body fill with oxygen. Feel yourself Jim?

Feel yourself relax. Release that breath, and and feel a corresponding release in your body, in your mind? You? And as you breathe, you feel yourself relaxing more and more, just following And focusing on my voice, starting to drift off into the background, my voice in the front you, of your consciousness? Your thoughts starting to trail behind your mind?

Off in the distance, relaxed, stopping? It's so easy to just let them go, leaving them to catch up later, you? Breathing in through your nose, deeper, relaxing Even more, even easier, finding it is just so easy to lean back, breathe out, and embrace the comfortable lassitude stealing over your muscles, relaxing you further, 1 by 1, Feeling a sense of heaviness fill your body, uneasing Entering you. Relax, it's easy, It feels good. You are doing wonderful.

Relaxing more you? And more with every breath in, going deeper and deeper with Every breath out. This is what lazily occupies your thoughts as you, as you follow my voice? You breathe in and you relax. You breathe out and you go deeper.

It's so easy, so simple. Breathe in and relax. Breathe out. Go deeper? Just follow my voice and go deeper, you?

Feeling my words penetrate you, my voice covering you like a warm Blanket, flushed up over you, cozy, Each breathtaking you deeper as my commands come want to cuddle against your mind? It's so easy to give up control and let me in. You want me to take control more than anything. The The idea is so relaxing. It's so easy to be a good boy.

You just want to settle into this feeling, don't you? Settle into being my good boy. Curl laugh, with my voice in your ear, guiding you down deeper and deeper into to trans? You feel so comfortable. Let your eyes feel heavy.

You? It's warm and safe, and you can just let them close. You? Making it so much easier to focus solely on my voice. Letting it surround you.

Hold you. Control you. Relax. You? I've got you.

It's so easy, So simple. Breathe in, and relax. Breathe out. Go deeper, knowing the only thing that matters, is my voice. Taking up all of your responsibilities, your Your cares, your worries, releasing them.

Feeling the tension leaving your you, buddy? Becoming more and more relaxed. You? There is no work to go on right now. Right now, my voice is working king on your mind?

Soothing it, soothing your body, you? My voice caressing it, safe and warm. It's so Easy, so simple. Breathe in and relax. Breathe out.

Go deeper. Good. Good boy. You are doing perfect, you, my perfect pet? Just float for me.

And as you float? I want you to really feel my presence. You feeling me there with you beside you, standing over you, over your closed eyes. You? You're emptying mine.

I'm going to rub out every tension, stroke away ever care? Until you are completely empty and pure, you? Ready to be molded. Just picture yourself like The construction of clay, roughly in the shape of your body, of yourself. You?

Feel yourself earthy and connected, my firm fingers coming down all over you, starting at the too pretty top of your head, Right in the middle, feeling my finger pressing down, you? My voice penetrating your shell, failing you even as my fingers come down To rub into your scalp in small, circular motions, feeling so good So relaxing as your head starts to tingle. The sensations Slide over your skin, tantalizing. Echoes of pleasure you? Following as my fingers move over your scalp, massaging nice and deep, sensitive nerve Revengelings coming to life, bursting with pleasure, you?

Sending cool tingles of pleasure to wash down over your head, A relaxing bliss drifting into your mind, covering it in a happy, relaxed fall. Just relaxing more and more as my fingers curl and tighten. You? Flex as the pads of my thumbs push slightly against your head, molding the clay, Penetrating into the contours of your skull, lightly changing you. My voice firmly conditioning you, as you relax blissfully into my ministrations, you?

Content to be shaped because it just feels so good, so easy to lay back Jack, as my fingers go further down your head, rubbing now right above your you, Ears? My voice penetrating further inside of you, gathering together every control in your head, pulling them all together to make it so easy for me to alter your course just a bit? My fingers rubbing in firm, you? Tingly circles now, touching the back of your ear up top, just Rubbing against that sensitive spot, pushing slightly into the pressure point the lies? Right there.

You? It sends a wave of relaxation just rushing down your body? Leaving you feeling completely limp, changing you. It's so easy, so simple. Breathe in And relax.

Breathe out. Go deeper. Feel my fingers you? Themselves into the clay that is your flesh, changing and reshaping. You?

I'm rubbing in lower now, all around your ear. Bare you? Just hint of the back of my fingers brushing behind your earlobe. Sancier Just like pulling in the clay, making the shape of your neck thicker As my thumbs sink into the back of that, 1 on each side of your spine, pushing you? Into the muscles feeling so good and so deep.

Pulling out and feeling your muscles filling out, pulsing bigger you and bicker to my touch? So satisfying as it seems to rub away a knot you have been fighting For years, the skin seems to melt away and relax, to be reformed you, and batter at my touch and growing stronger, almost pit you? As the skin seems to toughen. Younger. Perfect.

You? My fingers coming back up to grab you comfortably by the chin, firmly giving direction as give up all of your power. I stare down and tell you You're my good boy. Say it. Say, I'm your good boy.

Now. Again, louder. You? You are my good boy. Anytime I ask you who you are, I want you to say it out loud With more and more certainty every time.

I want to hear you, whether it humiliates you? The slight condescension being treated almost like a child to be talked down you? I think it comforts you? Who are you? Good.

Good boy. What are you? You? Good. A bit of a curveball, but I knew you would give me the right answer.

You? I think it turns you on a bit, knowing I control your actions So easily. The fingers of 1 hand gently running over you, coming over your face you, Snow, relaxed and quiet, my other hand holding Your chin firmly in place as I concentrate. I want you to be perfect. Touching, you?

Smoothing, gently shaping. So like brushstrokes, my fingers run over your you, skin? You want to be buff. You want to be buff for me? After all, what are you?

That's right. You You're my good boy. My fingers push in at the clay, giving Use strong, arching cheekbones, making your feet just slightly LeBarbara, wild, painting you perfect as I consider spoiling you. I want you to look pure, sweet, a warrior to her calls, Tempted and seduced by a wicked woman. No one would know, the slut that hides behind that proud face?

What are you? Good. Now be my little slut, my My buff little slut, my words sinking into your mind as my fingers continue to sink into you, Relaxing nice and deep, breathing in still through your nose and going deeper And deeper. It's so easy, so simple. Breathe in And relax.

Breathe out. Go deeper. Feel my you? Burying themselves into the clay that is your flesh, changing and reshaping. Not just the shape of you, but the color changing it, making you almost glow.

You? So lovely, taking away any and all imperfections until your skin looks like that of a Blank, doll. Perfect. Blank. Your chin being shaped Stronger.

Mold it out. You feel yourself in your mind, you? Compressing in as I massage your outer body, as I shape you, as you comply. You? Each compliance taking you deeper.

Further Your allowance making it easier, so easy to give in and be Mold it into my perfect, fierce looking slut, Blank and empty, just there to be used, making your eyes more More delicate kids as I shape your eyebrows, feeling my nails scrape against your skin you? Tickling and adding definition. Your face is stronger and sexier now. You feel my lips touch your forehead as I tenderly kiss you? Good boy.

You are doing perfect. Now just go deeper you? For me. My breath warm against your forehead as I breathe you, the scent of your hair? My fingers dragging against your scalp as you?

I seem to bring more out, causing your hair to grow fuller and thicker, My fingers rubbing deep into your scalp as I massage it, and your hair continues to slowly grow. I know you're just a doll now, but I do adore seeing you this way. Helpless before me, helpless before my touch and the pleasure I can bring you, knowing it is your desire that has brought you to this place, to me? Feel your skin warm against mine? Feel your heart beating against mine, Knowing you are mine.

What are you? My fingers continue to reward you? Running down as I massage your shoulders, sinking my thumbs deep in between your shoulder blades, just running them up and down, you? An intensely satisfying pleasure as I give you a deep tissue massage, as I massage your muscles, you, as my voice conditions your mind into compliance, taking you away every stress you have ever had, leaving you limp In languid, completely relaxed, patty in my hands as I reshape you Further and further into my perfect little slave toy, a practically porcelain doll I can do anything to, anything with? Broadening your shoulders, you?

Angling your collarbone so the top of your chest seems to puff Out strongly, firmly running my hands down your arms, reshaping them, seeming to wipe away excess and skin, reshaping it into Batman levels of muscle. You? They're rippling as you flex them for me. You're like a Ken doll. Your only you?

Purpose is to be existing for Barbie. Without a woman, you are nothing. Think? You don't even exist, unlike a candle. I'll leave you with certain you?

Attributes so I can use you to please me more and more. Who are you? Good. Good boy. My fingers move to your middle, the middle to love your chest?

Moving, infirming, and pulling. I want my daughter to have the perfect packs? Yours need to be bigger, don't you agree? Say yes, Minna? Good.

I just knew you. You will always refer you? To me as domino. That word brings my voice to your mind. You can picture nothing else but my presence, you?

The sense of me, feeling almost a phantom touch on your mind, watching you? Ensuring you behave, a paragon to serve, to worship, to you? These are the thoughts that run through your mind at the word, domino. The context Just as me, always me. You always want to be better for me, Shibi.

You? Your desire binds you. I control you through it, and the more I control you, the deeper I bring you, And the deeper you come, the harder to step away because it feel so good? So good as my fingers sink into your flesh, massaging you? Sending waves of deep satisfying pleasure to rush over you, Sending you further and further into hypnotic trance.

Your eyes grow heavier behind you? Their closed lids. Your mind grows heavier and sinks back even deeper into trance. You? My hands on your left hand, knuckles rubbing into your palm, Feeling so good, so much pleasure as I needed it, pushing away all tension, All stress, all your aches and pains disappearing as my fingers run for your skin?

My slaves need only feel pain through my desire. You? Nothing else is allowed to hurt what is mine, and I smooth away all of your pain. Physical, feel it go? Feel it dropping away.

Mental, let it go. I'm all that's you? Emotional. Feel that pain stripped from you, leaving you blank. All you?

All of your hearts washed away in a waterfall of pleasure as my fingers run over your hand, you? Shaping it larger. All of your responsibilities gone you, as I turn you into a gladiator esque statuette? You're hand like potty as I reshape it bigger and more tell us? Such compact, heavy bone structure.

You could be a soldier. You? You are amazing. What are you? Good.

Good boy. I moved you? Changing it, so easily giving you the pleasure that binds you further to my will. It feels so good. It feels so good, and it is so easy to be my good little GI Joe doll?

My hands work their way back to your chest, bigger. Your muscles can still be bigger, and I lean down to kiss them, to run my tongue over your packs, over your nipple, sucking on Sucking on you as I noisily pop my lips away and you feel the slight you? Shiver of air, brush against your saliva dampened enough. You? Your skin's so sensitive now, this putty in my hands as I shape you further?

Bending over you now, my hands grasped around waste hugging you, holding you, comforting you? Your body against mine as I lick and I suck and I slowly make your muscles It's all bigger and better, stronger, pushing my hands up along the sides of your you? Pulling that extra clay up and around to your biceps, shaping your abs to be indented definitions of sexy strength, shaping the curves to be round and smooth and so yummy? Nice 6 pack, you? Big and bulky.

That's what I like to see on a boy. You feel them filling, you? So slow yet tough. You send your skin to my touch, my mouth and tongue licking and sucking on your nipple? And occasionally biting.

Feeling so good? Not? So much pleasure, each little nipple with my tiny You wipe teeth against your nipple, sending a shiver of delight across joss your skin? Each rub of my hands kneading your body as you feel full and happy. You?

So excited, strong of body, but helpless of mind against me. I bury my face in your chest. I can hear your heart Heating. The pleasure fills you. Who are you?

Good. You? Good boy. My hands move lower, traversing your Skin at a lover's pace, skintillating. Your skin seems to shiver you, and contract as the pleasure gets deeper.

Every word, every vividly pictured and felt you? Action sending deep waves of pleasure into you. My voice alone causes you, pleasure? The inflections, the intentions, they fill you you? With an orgasmic delight.

Like something soft and silky, they seem to linger, Each word lingering in pleasure over your mind. It fills you, you? Runs through you, feels good to you. My words cause you to rejoice and delight That feeling so intense. The urge and need to unconsciously roll your eyes back in sweet, mind you?

Emptying bliss. It's an extreme conditioning and so effective. You? You are my perfect slave. Your mind conforms you?

Being pulled and pushed this way and that until finally it will break. You? You will submit. You will be my perfect little doll? So lovely.

Such a beautiful boy. So sweet, so innocent, your mind blank and empty. My fingers run lower now, turning you, covering you, my hands and palms caressing, sing? Rubbing your ass, your hips, with each rub strengthening I'm making them bigger, giving you stamina. I like a boy with stamina Who can thrust on command just begging to be used?

My hands bury down deep, shaping and penetrating, fingering the Remover your whole, lightly teasingly pushing in against it, And then moving on, leaving you to wonder if that's what you wanted. My fingers continue running over you, removing all imperfections, all scars, you? Just wiped away. Casually, it happens as my fingers continue to massage into you. You?

You feel all the scars of your life being smoothed away from you. Just an afterthought? No power to harm you. Only I get to harm you, and I would never? I'll just hurt you in fun ways.

You are blank now, a piece of clay, And my fingers take all your former lines from you, changing them and making them mine, tingly. You, Glee? Oh, goddess, it is so tingly, feeling amazing bursts Of pleasure as I transform you, molding your body into a perfect you? My perfect little doll of a slave boy. My fingers move down onto your thighs, you?

Over and around them, moving lightly, Searchingly in between your legs. Who wants this? A cock? You? I like cocks.

Pausing, I start to change the shape of you? Of your most intimate part, pulling, fingers Slowly pumping, rubbing, and touching, feeling so good as you grow for me, smoothing lotion over your shaft? Pressing my tongue into your tip, ramping Do a fever pitch all of the delicate nerve endings of pleasure. Your cock grows for me, you? Ball's feeling fuller.

My talented finger's still manipulating, you, Denny? Making sure every inch of you is perfect, deep between your thighs, my perfect little slave Tossed my fist over the tip of your cock. I want to feel penetrated. Fuck. As my lips come down, whispering above your tip, a cock you?

That is so greedy, so needy, my perfect little slave. Part you feel lost as I remove my fingers, move my head away? You want it now, that Fucked feeling. You're a dirty boy, my little doll, aren't you? Who are you?

Good boy. You wish I would stay here, let my fingers linger longer like you? The strokes so light and long as I move my hands up over your cock, sinking my lips you? Over your most private place, backs of my fingers pressing against your inner thighs, stroking a little higher to tease against your balls. You?

Four finger moving up to wiggle around in your taint. You're a filthy slut. Rubbing, manipulating your heart, you? Oh my. You're getting so big for me.

Who knew Clay could get so horny? You? My fingers just lightly teasing you, continuing to shape, stroking you? All those nerves of pleasure, bringing them to a fever pitch of sensitivity, you? Every stroke dialing up your pleasure receptors.

Another stroke. Another notch. A groan starting to form deep inside of you. Good boy. Allow yourself to feel this pleasure?

You're my dirty little slut. You? I expect you to feel these slutty pleasures. It's okay. Relax into the feeling of My fingers as they stroke you, as your cock penetrates my mouth, you?

Shoving up deep inside, slightly stretching to take you in as I you suck? You're going to fill me, Like a Catholic boy finally gone to the dark side, you will give in wantonly and wantingly, Begging for my touch whenever I am near you. Never annoying. But when you are kneeling curled up at my feet, you will be always hyperaware of me, of my you, Zaire? Your focus, when not distracted by me, will float, Float towards a few parts of me.

My crotch, the heat that it puts out, focusing deeply until you can smell me at the edge of your awareness? Smell my musky arousal. Picture burying your face in it, servicing me, my little Luck to why you only want to be my fuck toy. I'll make you so greedy for it, so you? Easy.

You are so easy, my little slut. Who are you? Good boy. Each time you say I'm your good boy to me, your mind is accepting the conditioning further, accepting the changes being made to your body, knowing you will become what you were always meant to be? Anything else was only you?

Ever a mistake, one I will rectify for my own pleasure, of course. Of course, I care for you. Our desires match perfectly and intertwine. All I desire you? Is your desire.

My shaping of your mind and body anchors Deeper inside of you, every time you admit what you are to me, who you are. Who are you, my slave? Good. You feel it? My words.

Lovely chains of a comforting weight coming down to settle Let your mind bind you. My words change you on the inside as My fingers, no running down your legs, change you on the outside, Change your perception of yourself. You find it so easy to settle in and accept who you are? It's seductive like a beautiful woman. It's so you?

Easy and feel so good to give in, to let go of your past self, of who you used to be. You? None of that matters. You are mine now. You are blank now When I want you to have a personality, I will give it to you.

As you are tempt stir thighs, shaping them larger, more muscled? You have to be strong to be my slave. You? The stronger, the better, so my thumbs gently caress definition into the sides of your legs. You?

Calves, sexy calves. Just begging to be touched by a 6 inch heel as a Stepping stool to your back, a footstool for my visceral pleasure, you? Larger knees, shins like shin guards that can kneel for days. My fingers move down lower, finding your weak spot to your Achilles' heel, caressing it, Savoring just how firmly you are in my power as I start to rub your feet now. You?

Your body is completely relaxed, completely powerless to move you? In pleasure, wave after wave of pleasure running over you, Your transformation almost complete now. Your transformation into my perfect sextile. My perfect slave. Like a mindless drone, you will lay here blank and empty until I feel you.

You will be everything that I desire. What I want you? I could dress you up in a jockstrap, tell you You can only speak in football chants. Everything else is simply blank space in your Blank mind. And you wouldn't just simply obey, you would come to be.

You will serve me. Your mind, to condition fully over to my will? Because it feels so good. Because you are so good. You?

Slave, who are you? Good boy. See how easily you respond no No matter what I call you. You are perfect for this. For someone like you, it is irresistible you're a natural.

Your mind so Naturally conforms to my will. Just like your body's so perfectly shaped. Just your feet left to do? I'll make them large with a lovely arch. You?

It feels so good now as I massage your feet. My knuckles like a caterpillar, you? Feeling like there's thousands of points of contact between me and you, rubbing and kneading in 1 knuckle at a time. My thumb's now sinking into the middle of with your feet rubbing from the bottom here all the way up, changing them, you? Changing you forever, my slave, my perfect doll.

A blank, innocent state mind, where I can change you, program you to be anything, anyone you? I want. You could be a football player, perfectly formed, my My fingers curving into you with more skill than a plastic surgeon, my voice carving into your mind to change you. Picture Jim? Your secret idol.

Not the woman that you lust over, but the man whose body that you jealously covet the you, Zaida, if you want to be him or a smarter man, a genius? You wanna have his mind, his brain, his creativity? You? I will make you into him, into the way he thinks, his you? Essence of being, all so that I can play with you in a new way.

Endless Variety, you are my perfect doll. I've already been pulling your string. Who are you? Good boy. Picture that string for me.

A string made up of my voice, my words, like a physical and very real line of sex, you? Dripping. Dripping arousal in a smoky drip, a drip a drip of consonants and vowels and a desire to obey? My words don't just come to you? Ears, they pull from you.

My hands are back now, back at your neck as I form from the clay of your very being, a you, forming it from you to hang around your neck. As I I touch the collar. It turns to metal, to a silver, to a touch. You feel a tingle shutter through your entire Body as my fingers touch your collar, locked and secured around your neck. My symbol is carved into it.

Kinky shippie. The devil's tale of a wicked mind running, Entwining the 2 wives, and they twine together through the color, through the color, you? All around in a lovely design that traps your mind in a maze and takes you down deeper. Your mind is blank and empty. You breathe in and you relax.

You breathe out and You go deeper. My triggers build inside of you, layer upon layer of subtle and obvious teachings you? Conditioned inside of you. My brainwashed little puppet. It feels so good to be blank and empty?

You don't want your own control over your life. And for right you? Now, you can just give it over to me. I like control. You?

Everything is better this way. Let your mind flow. I have constructed a file to condition you? It feels good to obey. Just let your mind Float in the file, further and further down, deep into trance, you?

Compartmentalizing your mind completely, seeing it as a bit of you, The bit of you still containing conscious thought, seeing that part of you completely stand back, watch, merely be an observer in your own mind as my voice spend my words turn you into my perfect path. My darling body, you? Feeling only the intensity as you stand back. A voyeur inside your own mind, A voyeur like me who loves to watch dirty things happen, you? Who loves even more to orchestrate their creation, to guide and to dictate.

I'll make your life my own private porno. Make you fuck for my you, Smith? My own dirty, guilty pleasure. I'll use you, And you'll love every moment of it. Drift for me, my slut, my whore.

You? Your mind is blank and empty. Feel the strange mix of pleasure as the need to be a blank Slave doll rushes over you, combined with the horny pleasure from my voice, from my words. Deeper. Your mind sinks deeper into trance.

Trance is submission to me, to my Warren? It scratches the itch, but you still want more, need more. You? My voice can give you more. Submit.

Be blank. Be empty. It's so easy. It feels so good. You find yourself blank, empty, you?

Drifting pleasantly along in the background as I change and shape you mind? Your body, my fingers tingling against your skin as they rest Against your neck, feeling so completed with my collar on you, wrapped around your lovely? Proud, Nat. Feeling so proper, so delicate. You?

You sigh into my touch, your body melting at the almost tender way I cradle you. I've got you. Relax. Drift for me. You look so buff laying here for you?

Practically a GI Joe doll, except softer, Curled up in my arms. I've got you. You can relax. Save for me. You?

My mind is blank and empty. I'll say it with you. My mind you? It's blank and empty. Feel it falling up from within you.

My mind is blank and empty. Good boy. My mind is you? Blank and empty. Your words seal your mind into you, to a helpless, doll like state?

While in this state, you will take care of yourself, you will only feel optimistic. Step? Like a child, your heart is innocent. Your will and desires are pure. You?

You can feel pleasure. Your body feels heavy and healthy. You? You eat and work out to keep it this way, to strive to be the ideal dole through whatever actions are possible? Whatever actions So I needed to take care of yourself.

You are a doll. This is your state of purpose. The perfect doll does you? Everything possible to strive for perfect health, in all ways possible. You?

Working out. You should be able to do anything I ask of you. So you train, learning New styles just in case they would come in handy for proving your worth. Having it all, you You will be anything I want. It feels good to obey, feeling the pleasure of you?

My good toy. Every time you hear those words, my good toy, you? You feel a warm pleasure sinking into you, like my fingers massaging you? Your body, my good toy. Warm and intense, satisfying.

Pride. Pride at making me happy. Pride at being my good toy, you? Willing and wanting to do anything to hear those words, my good toy. You?

Feeling like a tidal wave of pleasure washes over your body, water falling Heavily down and then splashing up deep waves of Satisfying pleasure all over your body. Good, Joy. Good, little slave. You? You make me so happy.

You will be anything I want. Feel yourself fully you, within this place, this state of mind and being. Insert it into a word, a phrase. The word putty, the phrase my slave putty coming from my voice or that of your dominant, you? Humiliating, I know, but you're a good slut.

You respond to what you are told to respond to, don't you? Putty. When you hear it, you become my slave doll, blank and empty, Ready to be shaved. Receptive to my voice or the voice of your own dominant. Someone who you?

Owns your soul, mind in a doll like trance state, blanking even deeper. My little drone, feel it anchoring deep inside of you, the desire to obey all of my commands, a desire so Strong, it is mind control because you will never fight it. It feels so good to be seduced Over to my way of thinking, my persuasion taking over your mind. It feels so good. My slave putty.

Just float here for me for a moment. Mind drifting. Floating. Who are you? As you lie hear?

As you flunked, I want you to take all of the triggers That I have given you, anchored deep in your mind. I want you to let That part of you that obeys the triggers sink back down, sink in deep. You? Because in a moment, I'm going to wake you up, and you're going to go back to your normal, ordinary self. You?

My triggers will still be there for those who know to use them, for those who you trust, for those who you enjoy fucking with you. But until they do, You will be aware, you will be awake, and you will be back to your normal self and just waiting to come back and play with me? Let's wake you up, though. 1. Feeling your mind come out of a taze, feeling yourself floating away from all my commands, 2, becoming more and more yourself, your own person in your own body.

3. Having your mind restored to full awareness, full thoughts. 4. You? Eyes feeling lighter, no longer blocked, body no longer constrained, you are free to move around as needed.

5. Take care of yourself and wake up. You?