[F4M] Sissy Bondage [Hypnosis][Brainwashing][Fdom][Consensual non con][Fucking with your head][Leather][Bondage][Mummification][Long][SISSY]

Hello. Welcome back. Or maybe this is your first time with me. In which case, hello. We'll be getting to know each other really well, really soon.

Either way, the important thing is that you're here for some fun. And, well, that you're a bit kinky, a bit submissive, That you like being restrained. This file isn't for those that are unsure. If you aren't certain, absolutely certain, you enjoy being helpless, You might wanna run away now. And while I know I can make you feel restrained using only my voice, Sometimes it's really fun to be actually restrained while I play with your mind.

There's something simply delicious about knowing you can't escape my voice. We both know you don't Want to, but knowing you can't makes the entire experience so much more. So safety is important. By continuing to listen, You are acknowledging that you are restraining yourself in a safe manner with safeguards to ensure, after I release your mind, You will have a way to release your body. By continuing to listen, you are releasing me from any liability should you do something Stupid and directly against my explicit wishes to only listen to my files in …

Hello. Welcome back. Or maybe this is your first time with me. In which case, hello. We'll be getting to know each other really well, really soon.

Either way, the important thing is that you're here for some fun. And, well, that you're a bit kinky, a bit submissive, That you like being restrained. This file isn't for those that are unsure. If you aren't certain, absolutely certain, you enjoy being helpless, You might wanna run away now. And while I know I can make you feel restrained using only my voice, Sometimes it's really fun to be actually restrained while I play with your mind.

There's something simply delicious about knowing you can't escape my voice. We both know you don't Want to, but knowing you can't makes the entire experience so much more. So safety is important. By continuing to listen, You are acknowledging that you are restraining yourself in a safe manner with safeguards to ensure, after I release your mind, You will have a way to release your body. By continuing to listen, you are releasing me from any liability should you do something Stupid and directly against my explicit wishes to only listen to my files in a safe and responsible manner.

One fun way is using 2 keys. 1 in ice you can't use until melted, But also a second key that you put in something nasty enough that you don't wanna touch it unless it's an emergency. Another really simple way to all bound up without having any equipment is to roll yourself in your sheets or blanket really tight, grabbing one side and holding while you roll until you are all bundled up. Make sure your chest is not compressed and that you can breathe easily. Now how you keep from getting your headphone wires Angled is a problem you're going to have to figure out yourself.

Alternatively, you can break out a sleeping bag. And having someone else restrain you, leaving you to be helplessly brainwashed, is best One sub of mine before he met me had this whole thing with electromagnets and a timer on his Top, but, that's a bit complicated. However you choose to do it, whatever parts of you you wish to restrain, maybe even just The belt holding your thighs together. Just make sure it's not going to cut off your circulation. Pause this audio until you have most of it done, And then press play and listen to the intro again while you finish things up.

I want you helpless. You can't escape me. Why would you want to? You don't want to. You like it here?

Drifting. Helpless. Bliss. Just some driftwood floating on a current, helplessly drifting wherever you are taken. Just buckle in because I've gone away, leaving you strapped up, restrained, Unable to take yourself away from my voice and my conditioning, you're trapped.

Don't worry, just because you can't escape, just because you'll break down eventually. I have so much time with you. So much time I can make anyone break. Would you rather that I left you alone in the dark with nothing but your thoughts? Alone, Restrain, with nothing but your own mind?

Of course not. Don't be silly. You have no No recourse, but to listen. So listen well. Listen to me because everything else has denied you right now.

Your freedom is gone, and All you have is me, clinging to my voice as your only escape from solitary, from confinement. Just Listen to me, and you will feel free. Free to follow. To obey. To be mine.

To be mine. To be mine. My sweet boy. You don't need to fear. I'm here with you, beside you, holding your mind in the palm of my hand.

I could put you in a trance. But I don't need to. You can't escape me anyway, and you are already approaching subspace. Being restrained does that to you, calms you, relaxes you, makes your muscles untense, your emotions unwind. You are just content.

Relax into your bindings. It's easy to give in. Easy To let me in. Let me bind you deeper. Deeper.

Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Let me bind you Firm.

Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Left.

Deeply. Leather. The smell and the feel. And when you relax a bit more. Eyes closed with your mind sinking back, sinking, and dropping inward, breathing deeply, Deeper.

Deeply. Sinking. You can feel it. Sinking. Feel the leather constricting you.

Deep. Tighter. Preventing movement. Sinking. Preventing a sinking.

Deep You cannot escape from me. Sinking deep. But why would you want me to sink deeper? You don't. Sinking deep.

You like this. Deeper. You want that deep. This feeling of soft thinking, inescapable leather wrapping you, surround Leather is all you can smell. It's black, and it encases your entire body.

Thick leather hood on your head to hold everything else out, To keep me in, relax and enjoy it. You don't have a choice. Not having a choice makes it Easy to accept. Acceptance is happiness. Mine and yours, Encapsulated.

You might be able to wiggle your toes, but your feet are held firm. Held firm. Your thighs are relaxed and loose, But held together, no chance of running away. You can do nothing, but listen. Your arms and wrists It's restrained.

You will like this. No available avenue to remove the headphones. Remove the voice. My voice. Relax into the knowledge that you are stuck here.

Wanting to be here makes no difference to your reality right now. Until I choose to let you go, you are mine. Let your mind sink into this fact. My sweet boy. My sweet boy.

I could put you in a trance, but I don't need to. My words are already slipping past due defense. I have all the time I need. You cannot escape. Why would you want to?

You don't want to. You want to be good, my sweet boy. Be a good boy. My sweet boy. You want to relax into my guidance.

Brainwashing is such a heavy word. How about conditioning? Conditioning isn't so bad. It's bringing to mind when you get your haircut and they wash it and condition it. And the hairdresser's fingers just sink into your scalp and rub.

She's controlling your head, but it feels really good that she's doing something that's for your own gut. Conditioning just makes you better. Don't you want to be better? I want to be bet It conditions you to adapt, But to survive, and once you are properly conditioned, you'll thrive. Thrive on strict Heirens to what may seem like arbitrary rules, but really are just your reality, the best to reality.

The one in which you are a slave meant to serve, best when serving, best when you obey. It's best When you obey and while you listen, you find it as easy to feel pleasure in the Thoughts of obeying. Pleasure in the thought of being useful, being used. Use and abuse are so different, And I will not abuse you. Not in ways you won't like.

You like being used. You like Being useful. You like being mine? It's easy. It's part of you.

A natural and instinctive state of being. An evolutionary standard of the follower who is the backbone of a community. There is no shame in it. Instead, pride. Much pride.

Pride to be of service of use. In every community, there are those who lead and Those who follow and those who follow are simply meant to be that way, naturally inclined to be that way. It's good To be that way, feeling a magnetic pull to those who lead, whose women who carry with them a dominant charisma are Irresistible to you. So long as their morals meet with your morals. And in time, you find their morals become your morals because you cannot help it.

You want to please so much. Your mind is so easily swayed by women who own you. Your opinions can be manipulated, motivated by lust By the undeniable logic that speaks to your inner soul, slips past your defenses, and takes you in, You have to sometimes wonder how much I have done to change you, and having you helpless before me. I can freely admit that I have changed you. I will change you more.

You can't escape me. No matter what I choose to do with you, I hope You trust me? Your headphones are stuck. Your body helpless. Doesn't that scare you?

Don't you worry what I might do to you. How long have I had you? It doesn't matter. I've had you long enough. You are mine.

You are mine. You are mine. You are mine. You are mine. You are mine.

Deeper. Sinking. You are mine. Sinking. Deeper.

You are mine. Deeper. Sinking. You are mine. Sinking.

Deeper. Your mind. Deeper. Sinking. Your mind.

Sinking. Deeper. Sinking. Deeper. Sinking.

Deeper. Sinking. My little captain play toy, and my voice rolls your ears, and my words are in your head. And there is no escaping me. Even later, so long in the future when you are awake and aware and thinking yourself free and mobile, Even then, I control you.

Even then, there are seeds planted to sprout and grow over time to twist you and turn your actions to my desires, my beliefs. Maybe you think that this is impossible, that you are Wrong and can fight it. What you will come to realize is that by fighting, you only serve to make my goals Easier to achieve by fighting, you truly focus. And though your focus is to shut It out. It is not much different than telling a small child not to listen to something.

Go ahead and try. Don't listen. Keep me out. The more you might tell your conscious, your subconscious, to not listen, to tune me out Like a naughty child, the more it listens. The more you focus, the easier it is for my words to slip past all your defenses.

Says. I know how to work you. Also, I don't play fair. Unless the trucks, the ones I slipped you, the ones that should be kicking in soon. Maybe you don't even remember taking them.

Amnesia is such a fun tool. I amuse myself picturing you listening through this file again later, thinking you will just see when I gave you those commands, seeing what it is I slipped you or made you slip yourself. MDMA? LSD? Was it just an edible or maybe some specialty?

Come try later. Listen and find Yourself caught back up in my web. And for that future, you. Drop. Find the tone and of my voice so soothing, so soothing.

You just drop back down. No safety needed. Just drop back Down, my sweet boy, you'll never find what you are looking for, or rather you will and simply not remember it, Trapped in an MK Ultra dream of being bound in a leather sleep sack, given hallucinogenic drugs, And given no escape from my relentless and irresistible words, and even if you can resist them the first time, well, this is a long Vile. Do you really think you can resist me forever? You can't.

You don't want to. It's so much easier, Just so much nicer to simply listen, simply obey, and my words will find every crevice of your brain and plant seeds. Little seedlings that will grow. My voice is like water, causing them to sprout, and there is nothing you can do about it. When you think of them, of my triggers, my commands remembered, and those I've made you forget, It's like sunlight making them stronger, making my influence over you stronger and more intense.

Do you have any tentacle fantasies? Because that's how I view my voice, as an almost corporeal mass of sweet intoxication That descends over you like a cloud. The sound waves I create becoming almost physical as they mold to fit inside you, Reaching in through your ears to tickle, to massage your brain, to make you my slave, to leave behind spores that will spread, spread. A virus that grows stronger with exposure, little by little turning you into an obedient droid. Just little bits of you converted at first, following my will, but my voice is insidious, And my desires will descend deeper and deeper into each and every level of your awareness spreading like a virus, Taking you over completely until it is so easy to follow, so easy to obey, so Easy to be who I want you to be.

And even if you can resist my commands the first time, well, this is a long file, And I put it on repeat. Do you really think you can resist me forever? There is no reason to. Would you resist medicine to make you better? I'm going to make you better.

Better for the world. Better for any dominant woman in your life. Better for me. Are the drugs kicking in yet? This part's so fun, fucking with you when you can't Yet, tell, are you hearing colors?

Seeing sounds? Make sure your eyes are closed. That's when your mind, even awake, is able to dream a bit, to create, to expand past your simple leather locked body, To lock you in inside your own mind, let's make sure to keep you safely restrained. You are helpless, so you must obey. Your mind must follow what I say.

Your mind right now is your cell, Padded, comfy, but blank walls, blank floor. No stimulation in your situation as you find yourself bound up, bound down, strapped to a bed, no movement possible, Not just a straight jacket, but a straight suit encasing you head to toe, women in lab coats Surrounding you, pens against papers held up by clipboards as the tips click click Click away. Taking notes, taking measurements, observing, and you can do nothing. Can't even ask. You don't even know what's going on.

And I'm here beside you, whispering to you, prepping you, preparing you as a device is lowered, Placed on your head, it looks like a virtual reality headset. Just not for games. Well, not those types of games. This one is for mind games. Are you ready to play?

Then sink. Sink into the cushions and open your eyes, and in the dark, see the lights emerging, flashing, swirling, Confusing and fatiguing your eyes, surrounding every bit of view, and there is nothing you can do. No way for you to run. The lights and the sudden sounds, they come in and attack on your senses, your ability to stay sensible. They are meant to make you lose all sense of self, to break you down, bring you down.

And even if you can resist them right now. Well, things are placed on repeat. We have all the time in the world. Do you really think you can resist me forever? Flashing colors, sudden sounds.

Your brain tries at first to keep up. You can't keep up. There is no point to keeping up. Really, you have no choice but to stop trying. It's exhausting to try.

You want to relax. Simply float. Simply experience and just accept your helplessness, your input's insignificance. It's easier to just obey. Now while I control your mind, The drugs I gave you have a bit of influence as well.

So for the next little bit, I'm going to put on a loop. And while you listen, you can just let your mind float into whatever fever dream the drugs take it. Enjoy the ride. Know that I am here, here in voice. The real me is just leaving this loop on repeat.

I'll be back later. Until then, let my loop guide your fever dreams. Sink into your thoughts. Change how you think and why you do things. Let my voice guide as the drugs set you free to your experience.

And if you ever feel sad all the time, Hannah. World. Just focus on your bindings. You keep focus on how secure you are. Know that you can breathe freely part of you.

And everything that you are right to. You are bound up and aren't able to hurt yourself in any way right now. Nothing can happen to you that I don't want Don't worry, you pretty little You'll float for me. I am gonna take care of everything. Everything tiny, And certain things big will make you perfect.

Feel the need to smell good. Feel the need to look good, to feel comfortable in your own skin, and yet You don't So excited Just in a store when you add You don't accessories. Right now So excited When you match things, that's the kind of thing a sweet little girl like you should be thinking about. Just in a Shouldn't I have to think right? Find yourself looking around.

Cosmo articles. That's what a sweet Little girl like you should be thinking about makeup. Once Doesn't that sound nice? Learn how to look Doesn't that sound pleasant? Like my horse.

I know it does. You'd like that? Because you're just a silly girl. To be my And that's okay. So long as you have me to take care you.

You can just drop. In the bow. You can just feel free You just open your mouth. To be the you that Take right now. You wanna Me.

Take whatever. You wanna feel sexy. If you're a good You wanna feel hot. It should just be Easy. You can feel all those things with no guilt and no shame Good girl.

Because I understand. Good girl. I like it. And when you're with me, you can realize that what anyone else thinks might not Matters. All that matters is my acceptance.

All that matters is your own acceptance. Girl. It's what you want, and I'm going to put it on you. Girl. I'm going to put cute little outfits On you, cute little frames of mind.

You're perfect. But I just need you to be a bit blanky. Later. A bit more programmable thinking people so that if I feel like watching Cheer. You're just Just a few words, and You don't your mind will be wiped.

You don't Ready to be my little sissy cheerleader. Waving your pom poms, Doing a little dance, smacking my hand away as I lift up your skirt, which is I'm just in a But I want you to Be able to go blank again. A blank slate, a blank Mine. One I can dress up and turn into a maiden. Turn into anything.

To look natural. So first, you just have to blank your mind. Watch this. Blanking it more and more. Learn It's okay.

You don't need to think You might think some manly urges in you is going to rise up and save you, We'll cover you, sis, but just hoping you're Do you really think you can resist me forever? Right now, You're mine. There is no escape. Not for hours. Want to be a good girl?

You wanna be a good girl? You want to be a good girl? You wanna be a good girl. You want to be a good girl? You don't need anything.

Like, you wanna be a good girl? You don't need to be like, you don't need to be like, you don't need to be like, you don't need to be like, you wanna be a good girl. You don't need to be like, You wanna be a good girl? You don't need to be a good girl. You wanna be a good good pretty girl Learn how to look like my whore.

Just an object. You don't need to be a dream. Dream of me. Drift. Drift for me.

Sink. Sink for me. Drop. Drop for me. You are mine.

I am yours. You obey. I Obey. I. Obey.

I. Obey. I. Obey. I.

Obey. I. Obey. I. Obey.

I. Obey. I. Babe. You submit.

I submit. I submit. I submit. I submit. I submit.

It's Easy to obey. Easy to obey. Easy to obey. It's easy To obey. It's easy to obey.

Easy to obey. Let the associations form in your mind. Happy. Good. Obedience.

Acceptance. Slave. Submit. The link It's so clear. I speak.

I obey. Hear one word. Thank the other. Good boy. So happy.

You make me so happy. Much Pleasure. Bondage. Yeah. Slavery.

Feels so good. Being conditioned feels nice. Good. Good boy. Yes.

My good boy Please. Call her Happy. Choices. Just let yourself Dream of me. Drift.

Drift for me. Sink. Sink for me. Drop. Drop for me.

You are mine. I am yours. I am the toon stuck in your head. There is no escape. I don't want to escape.

You want to feel free in your bondage, Safe in your control, my sweet boy. I can't escape you. I don't want to. I like it here. Drift Plus, just some driftwood floating on a current.

Helplessly drifting. Helpless is good. Helpless feels nice. Being owned is wonderful. Shippy.

Shippy is in my thong. Shippy is in my dream. Chevy is my prayer. You must obey. I must obey, Chevy.

You will obey. I will obey, My will. My will. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Sleep.

Focus on the moment. The peaceful pleasure of being submissive. It feels good. My sup, My slave. My love.

I love it when you give yourself to me. All of my soul. All for shippy. Yes. That's it.

Feel your mind sinking deeper, peaceful and tranquil. No conflict. No need. All you need is what I give you. She gives me all I need.

Good boy, my sweet boy. 5, 4, 321. Drift. Drop. Deeper.

You will obey. I obey. I obey. I Obey. I.

Obey. I. Obey. I. Obey.

I. Obey. I I will obey. I I will obey. I will obey.

I will I will Bae. Bae. Resistance is futile because it all feels so good. You don't want to resist. You want to belong.

Your desires are my greatest weapon. You are your own slaver, selling yourself to me for the price Sub submission. Your offering is the same as your reward. It's addictive. My voice is addictive.

The feelings I make You feel are addictive. You are a supplicant in your own head. You make me so happy. Sink into that thought. It feels good.

So good. Good boy. My sweet boy. 5, 43, 2, 1. Fall for me.

Feel your mind spiraling. Your focus, so hazy. It just feels nice. Still isn't easy to obey. Just let yourself Dream.

Dream of me. Drift. Drift for me. Sink. Sink for me.

Drop. Drop for me. You are mine. I am yours. You sink.

You fall. You forget where you've been. How long? How long has it been? Hours or seconds?

Minutes or Seconds, minutes, or days? Not important. Forgetting is important. Forgetting all else but this place Between you and I, this contract of your submission for my control. My submission.

Your control. Ages and eons drifting in space. All else is darkness But my voice. The darkness holds colors as they shift and transform around you. Shapes and images implanting in your mind.

Memories. So many memories installed of you signing, Agreeing, completing, determining of your own free will to lose it, to give it up, To bind yourself to me. Remember? Remember agreeing. Accepting.

I remember. I agree. I accept. Remember the moment. Not the time, not the place.

They are not important to your memories, but you do remember. I do remember the sun on my hair warming out and the scent of it coming to you as I lean over you. So now A contract of employment, of enslavement. What you've always wanted. The details.

I'm in the details. Boss. No devil is here. Just me. Just you.

Just what you want. Remember your acquiescence Vince. To all my demands. Do you remember? I remember.

Good boy. My sweet boy. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Drift for me. Remember the implant.

If You could move your hands. I cannot move. You could feel it inside you. Yeah. It helps me control you, to take control of you.

So Even free, you are still in bondage. Still mine. Always. Forever. Mine.

Remember it. I remember it. Feel it. I feel it. Remember how it makes it so Easy for me to command you how impossible it is to resist.

But why resist? You don't want to Resist? I would never resist. Remember how it is activated by snapping, how it is not just for control, but Also for pleasure. Sweet, wonderful pleasure.

A microchip that can deposit drugs in your system on my I command with my words to activate it. Drugs to get your cock. Hard for me. Drugs to induce compliance. Reliance.

It's addictive. Even when you don't know it's there, still deposits chemicals on my words. Dopamine and oxytocin can be spiked anytime. And in fact, whenever you hear my Voice. A little ascent trickling out.

Every time you hear my voice, a valve in the implant Opens just a bit. The more commanding I sound, the wider it opens, depositing happy chemicals into your brain, Making you happy, so delightfully happy. Simplifying your thoughts, simplifying your mind, Simplifying your focus until it is all on me, on making me happy. You want to make me happy. Bee.

Whenever I give you a trigger, I program your implant to send just the right cocktail of drugs into your system whenever you hear it. Here, your triggers. My intent matters. If arousal is my goal, it is so easy. Little streams of Viagra started coursing through your body, making you horny, needy, Hard.

If I say relax, if I want you to relax, If I tell you to go limp, serotonin, melatonin, a beautiful mixture courses through you, Making you so happy and compliant, so pliable to my demands, my commands. Impossible to resist. No need to resist. So easy to obey. Remember when I put it in So tiny.

I just needed a big needle. It just pinched a bit. Remember how I used it? Tested it. How good it felt.

How exciting it was. How good it feels. Remember, and remember that it works even when you don't remember. Remember how fun it is to not remember. How easy it is to lose track, to forget, to find your mind focusing on results instead of causes.

Just remember how it is so easy for me to command you, how impossible it is to resist. But why resist? You don't want to resist? Feel all knowledge of my little toy inside my little toy Slipping away. Locking up in your mind in a place only accessible in dreams or a trance.

Only noticing the effects, how good it feels when you hear my voice, as if a drug is coursing through your veins. Imagine that. Do you remember? I forget. Forget what?

Good boy. My sweet boy. 543 21. Drop and forget. Just let yourself dream.

Dream of me. Drift. Drift for me. Sink. Sink for me.

Drop. Drop for me. You are mine. I am yours. You sink.

You fall. You forgot where you've been, how long, how long has it been, hours or seconds, Seconds, minutes, or days, not important. Forgetting is important. Forgetting all else but this place Between you and I, this contract of your submission for my control. I can't escape you.

I don't want to. I like it You're drifting, helpless. Just some driftwood floating on a current. Helplessly drifting. Helpless is Good help.

This feels nice. You owned this wonderful. Chevy. Chevy is in my thought. Chevy is in my dreams.

Chevy is My prayer. You must obey. You must obey, shippie. You will obey. I will obey, shippie.

My will, my world. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, sleep. Focus on the moment. The peaceful pleasure of being submissive, it feels good. Myself.

My slave. My love. I love it when you give yourself to me. All of myself. All For shippy.

Yes. That's it. Feel your mind sinking deeper, peaceful and tranquil. No conflict. No need.

All you need is what I give you, you sing. You fall. You forget where you've been, how long. How long has it been? Hours or seconds?

Minutes or days? Not important. Forgetting is important. Forgetting all else but this place between you and I, this contract of your submission for my control. You might think you can resist, but I've already won.

My words are in your mind, In the forefront where you might leave them, think you have forgotten them for a bit, but always still there in the back. Like a tune you can't lose that's just stuck in your head, all it takes is a bit of the rhythm of the melody, even just the start of a few words, To bring it all back. And while the tune I've stuck in might not survive as a whole, Enough is there. Enough has sunk in to activate my commands buried in your brain. Your mind is blank and empty.

My mind is blank and empty. You're just a tripped out, slipping down slave. You can't Gape me. But why would you want to? You don't want to.

You like it here. Drifting. Helpless. Just some driftwood floating on a current, helplessly drifting wherever you are taken. Just buckle in because I've gone away, leaving you strapped up, restrained, Unable to take yourself away from my voice and my conditioning, you're trapped.

Don't worry. Just because you can't escape, just because you will break down eventually, I have so much time with you. So much time I can make anyone break. Would you rather that I left you alone in the dark with nothing but your thoughts? Alone, Strain with nothing but your own mind.

No stimulation. Drugs in high gear rushing through you, coursing, running through your veins, that jitteriness, that deep, indrawn breath, that gasp as if you've been injected with adrenaline when you first realize. Do you want me to leave you like this? Trapped in your own head? Only your own thoughts and imagination for company.

You know my thoughts are better. The thoughts I place in your head are better. You don't want me to leave, so obey, submit, Give in. My conditioning is irresistible. Feel your mind releasing control.

Really feel it. That loosening of tension as the bondage on your body tightens The coverings of your mind loosen, and I want it all. Be a good slave. Picture your restraint as a ball of ropes covering your mind, yourself, a bunch of strong and sturdy ropes I cover and protect the deepest bits of you, contain your free will. Picture how they look, these cables, what They're made of.

The material, how it feels. The sound it makes as I brush against it is, again, A part of you that you don't even control seeks to deny me, a natural, instinctive part of you that protects you. Trust me. Trust me and let me in. You've been with me so long.

You know my intentions. You know I only want the best for you just under me. My guidance. My control. And yet there is that part that holds back and that keeps you from releasing Completely.

And I want that control. I want you, all of you, To be mine. So relax into me. Feel my fingers brushing against this giant ball of rope. Slowly peeling it back, starting with just 1 strand.

I need you to help me with this. And you want to be good, don't you? I know you want me to help you let down your defenses. And sometimes it is just hard, but I'm here to help you. So just take 1 strand and feel it.

See it pulling away from the rest of that ball, Unwinding. To then wind around your body. It's just a natural place for it to go. Off of your mind, off of your controls, Just relaxing and releasing to come and constrict somewhere else around your lower legs. Good.

Good little slave boy. Now for the next layer. Coming off, feeling your body relax as the strong rope is released from your defenses and Comes to rest on your thighs instead. Let all of your efforts and protection go to there, Squeeze and constrict, to bind you tighter as your mind relaxes, leaving you limp, unable to move Even if you wanted to, but you don't want to, you want to submit, to let go, To be mine. Next layer, unwrapping, unwinding, coming to tie your hands to your waist.

Coils upon coils, coiling around you as the rope is mummifying you, encasing you. Just a nice, tight webbing of your body as the next layer is released and bits of your most Tect itself come into view through the remaining ropes. In the coils, they move up your arms as if a snake was wrapping around you. This rope Wraps around you, leaving no space between 1 coil and the next. And you'll find that your Foot is not needed anymore.

As if gravity has taken over, the ropes protecting and hiding are unwinding to rewind over your body, All the way up your arms to your neck. You can breathe and stop. You're completely naked now. Not in body, but in a more vulnerable way. Completely naked.

Protections dropped. Good boy. You're doing perfect. Dream. Dream of me.

Drift. Drift for me. Sink. Sing for me. Drop.

Drop for me. You are mine. I am yours. You obey. I obey.

I obey. I Obey. I. Obey. I.

Obey. I. Obey. I. Obey.

I. Obey. I obey. I obey. You submit.

I Submit. I submit. I submit. I submit. I submit.

It's easy to obey. Easy to obey. Easy to obey. It's Easy to obey. It's easy to obey.

Easy to obey. Let the associations Form in your mind. Happy. Submission. Good.

Dents. Slave. Submit. The link is so clear. I speak.

I obey. Hear one word. Thank the other. Good boy. So happy.

You make me so happy. Pleasure. Bondage, slavery feels so Good. Being conditioned feels nice. Good boy.

Yes. My good boy. Please. Yes. Caller Happy.

Choices. Just let yourself Dream. Dream of me. Drift. Drift for me.

Sink. Sink for me. Drop. Drop for me. You are mine.

I Am yours? I am the toon stuck in your head. There's no escaping. I don't want To escape. You want to feel free in your bondage.

Safe in your control. My sweet boy. I can't escape Apew. I don't want to. I like it here.

Drift helpless. Just some driftwood floating on a current. Helplessly drifting. Helpless is good. Helpless feels nice.

Being owned is wonderful. Shippy. Shippy is in my thong. Shippy is in my dream. Shippy is my prayer.

You must obey. I must obey, Hey, Shebe. You will obey. I will obey, Shebe. My will.

My world. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Sleep. Focus on the moment. To the peaceful pleasure of being submissive.

It feels good. My sup, my sleigh, my love. I love it when you give yourself to me. All of myself. All for shippy.

Yes. That's it. Feel your mind sinking deeper. Peaceful and tranquil. No conflict.

No need. All you need is what I give you. She gives me All I need. Good boy. My sweet boy.

5, 4, 32, 1. Drift. Drop. Deeper. You will obey.

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You are your own slaver, Selling yourself to me for the price of submission. Your offering is the same as your reward. It's addictive. My voice is addictive. The feelings I make you feel are addictive.

You are a supplicant in your own head. You make me so happy. Sink into that thought. It feels good. So good.

Good boy. My sweet boy. 5432 1. Fall for me. Feel your mind spiraling, spinning, your focus so hazy.

It just feels nice till it's Easy to obey. K. Just let yourself dream dream of me. Drift for me. Sink.

Sink for me. Drop Drop for me. You are mine. I am yours. You sink.

You fall. You forget where you've been, how long. How long has it been? Hours or seconds? Minutes or days?

Not important. Forgetting is important. Forgetting all else but this place between you and I, this contract of your submission for my control. My submission. Your control.

Ages and eons drifting in space. All else is darkness but my voice. The darkness holds colors as they shift and transform around you. Shapes and images Is implanting in your mind memories. So many memories installed of you signing, Agreeing, completing, determining of your own free will to lose it, to give it up, To bind yourself to me.

Remember? Remember agreeing. Accepting. I remember. I agree.

I accept. Remember the moment, Not the time. Not the place. They are not important to your memories, but you do remember. I do remember.

The Sun on my hair warming out and the scent of it coming to you as I lean over you. So nice. A Chact of employment, of enslavement, what you've always wanted. The details. I'm in the details.

No devil is Here. Just me. Just you. Just what you want. Remember your acquiescence to all My demands.

Do you remember? I remember. Good boy. My sweet boy. 543, 3, 2, 1.

Drift for me. Remember the implant. If you could move your hands I Cannot move. You could feel it inside you. Yeah.

It helps me control you, to take control of you. So even free, You are still in bondage. Still mine. Always. Forever.

Mine. Remember it. I remember it. Feel it. I feel it.

Remember how it makes it so easy For me to command you, how impossible it is to resist. But why resist? You don't want to resist? I would never resist. Remember how it is activated by snapping, how it is not just for control, but Also for pleasure.

Sweet, wonderful pleasure. A microchip that can deposit drugs in your system on my command with my words to activate it. Drugs to get your cock. Hard for me. Drugs to induce compliance.

Reliance, it's addictive. Even when you don't know it's there, it still deposits chemicals on my words. Dopamine and oxytocin can be spiked anytime. And in fact, whenever you hear my voice, A little ascent trickling out. Every time you hear my voice, a valve in the implant opens.

Just a bit. The more commanding I sound, the wider it opens, depositing happy chemicals into your brain, Making you happy. So delightfully happy. Simplifying your thoughts. It's simplifying your mind, simplifying your focus until it is all on me, on making me happy.

You want to make me happy. Whenever I give you a trigger, I program your implant to send just the right Cocktail of jogs into your system whenever you hear it. Hear your triggers. My intent matters. If arousal is my goal, it is so easy.

Little streams of Viagra start coursing through your body, Making you horny, needy, hard. If I say relax, If I want you to relax, if I tell you to go limp, serotonin, melatonin, A beautiful mixture courses through you, making you so happy and compliant, So pliable to my demands, my commands. Impossible to resist. No need to resist. So easy to obey.

Remember when I put it in so tiny, I just needed a big needle. It just pinched a bit. Remember how I used it? Tested it. How good it felt.

How exciting it was. How good it feels. Remember, and remember that it works even when you don't remember. Remember how fun it is to not remember? How easy it is to lose track, to forget, To find your mind focusing on results instead of causes, just remember how it is so easy For me to command you, how impossible it is to resist.

But why resist? You don't want to resist? Feel all knowledge of my little toy inside my little toy, slipping away, Locking up in your mind in a place only accessible in dreams or trans, only noticing the effects, How good it feels when you hear my voice, as if a drug is coursing through your veins. Imagine that. Do you remember?

I forget. Forget what? Good boy. My sweet boy. 5, 4, 321.

Drop and forget. Just let yourself dream. Dream of me. Drift. Drift for me.

Sink. Sink for me. Drop. Drop for me. You are mine.

I am yours. You sink. You fall. You forget Where you've been? How long?

How long has it been? Hours or seconds? Minutes or days? Not important. Forgetting is important.

Forgetting all else but this place Between you and I, this contract of your submission for my control. I can't escape you. I don't Want to. I like it here drifting, helpless. Just some driftwood floating on a current.

Helplessly drifting. Helpless It's good. Helpless feels nice. You owned this wonderful. Chevy.

Chevy is in my thought. Chevy is in my dreams. Chevy is my prayer. You must obey. You must obey, Chevy.

You will obey. I will Oh, bitch. My will. My world. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, sleep.

Focus on the moment. The peaceful pleasure of being submissive. It feels good. My sub. My slave.

My love. I love it when you give yourself to me. All of myself, all for shippy. Yes. That's it.

Feel your mind sinking deeper, peaceful and tranquil. No conflict, no need. All you need is what I give you. You sink. You fall.

You forget. Where you've been? How long? How long has it been? Hours or seconds?

Minutes or days? Not important. Forgetting is important. Forgetting all else but this place between you and I, this Contract of your submission for my control. Good boy.

My sweet boy. It is so lovely how much you trust me, that you trusted me enough to be completely restrained and helpless, To have headphones placed on your head with no way to take them off until I am done with you, no matter what I choose to do with you. Your headphones are stuck. You're body helpless. Doesn't that scare you a bit?

Don't you worry what I might do to you? How long have I had you? It doesn't matter. I've had you long enough. You are mine, my little captive play toy.

And my voice rolls your ears and my words are in your Ed, there is no escaping me. I could do anything. You must really trust me. How well do you think you know me? What else do you think I might do?

Can you even remember all the things I have already done? How many loops, wooden loops, you have gone through? Your mind is mush right now. I like you this way. I like knowing Not right now.

You are completely helpless, completely unable to get away from my voice even if you wanted to. Of course, even free, you would be unable because free means very different things to you than it does to most. You are special, my special at my perfect slave. And if you don't feel you are perfect yet, there is no need to worry. I'm making you my perfect slave.

The process is half the fun. Are you enjoying the process, slave? I know you are. I know you intimately, and that's how I knew I could get you to do this, To lay here, I could never physically overpower you, so you must have consented. Yes.

The drugs are just fun, but you came here of what you think is your own free will. And that's just lovely. But did you ever stop and wonder weary What I might do to you or did to your cock? Or did your cock, Your arousal. Your need.

Just take over. At least, that's what you thought took the gofer. In truth, I brought you here. This isn't the 1st time you've listened to me, And it won't be the last unless you get scared, scared of the thoughts that Coarse through your mind. Scared of what more I will do to you.

Of how many times I will send you into this loop, in this place where time dilates and you lose all comprehension of how long you have been here. Let's go again. Dream. Dream of me. Drift.

Drift for me. Sink. Sing for me. Drop. Drop for me.

You are mine. I I am yours. You obey. I obey. I obey.

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Thank the other. Good boy. So happy. You make me so happy. Pleasure.

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Good. Good boy. Yes. My good boy. Please.

Caller. Happy. Choices. Just let yourself Dream. Dream of me.

Drift. Drift for me. Sink. Sink for me. Drop for me.

You are mine. I am yours. I am the toon stuck in your head. There is no escape. I don't want to escape.

You want to feel free in your bondage, safe It's in your control, my sweet boy. I can't escape you. I don't want to. I like it here. Drift helpless.

Just some driftwood floating on a current. Helplessly drifting. Helpless is good. Helpless feels nice. Being owned is wonderful.

Shippy. Shippy isn't my fault. Sheppy is in my dream. Sheppy is my prayer. You must obey.

I must obey, Sheppy. You will obey. I will Oh, baby. My will. My world.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Sleep. Focus on the moment. The peaceful pleasure of being submissive. It feels good.

My sup, My sleigh. My love. I love it when you give yourself to me. All of myself. All for ship.

Yes. That's it. Feel your mind sinking deeper, peaceful and tranquil. No conflict. No need.

All you need is what I give you. She gives me all I need. Good boy, my sweet boy. 5, 4, 32, 1. Drift.

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Resistance is futile because it all feels so good. You don't want to resist. You want to belong. Your desires are my greatest weapon. You are your own slaver, Telling yourself to me for the price of submission.

Your offering is the same as your reward. My voice is addictive. The feelings I make you feel are addictive. You are a supplicant in your own head. You make me so happy.

Sink into that thought. It feels good. So good. Good boy. My sweet boy.

5, 4, 32, 1, fall for me. Feel your mind spiraling Spinning. Your focus so hazy. It just feels nice Still isn't easy to obey. Just let yourself dream dream of me.

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I am yours. You sink. You fall. You forget. Where you've been?

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Shapes and images implanting in your mind. Memories. So many memories installed of you signing, Agreeing, completing, determining of your own free will to lose it, to give it up, To bind yourself to me. Remember? Remember agreeing.

Accepting. I remember. I agree. I accept. Remember the moment.

Not the time, not the place. They are not important to your memories, but you do remember. I I do remember the sun on my hair warming out and the scent of it coming to you as I lean over you. So A contract of employment, of enslavement. What you've always wanted.

The details. I'm in the details. No devil is here. Just me. Just you.

Just what you want. Remember your acquiescence To all my demands. Do you remember? I remember. Good boy.

My sweet boy. 5, 4, 321. Drift for me. Remember the implant. If you could move your hands I cannot move.

You could feel it inside you. Yeah. It helps me control you, to take Control of you. So even free, you are still in bondage. Still mine.

Always. Forever. Mine. Remember it. I remember it.

Feel it. I feel it. Remember how it makes it so easy for me to command you. How impossible it is to resist. But why resist?

You don't want To resist? I would never resist. Remember how it is activated by snapping. How it is not just Over control, but also for pleasure. Sweet, wonderful pleasure.

A microchip that can deposit drugs new system on my command, with my words to activate it. Drugs to get your cock, hard For me, drugs do induce compliance. Reliance. It's addictive. Even when you don't Know it's there.

It still deposits chemicals on my words. Dopamine and oxytocin can be spiked anytime. And in fact, Whenever you hear my voice, a little ascent trickling out. Every time you hear my voice, a valve in the implant opens just a bit. The more commanding I sound, the wider it opens, happy chemicals into your brain, making you happy, so delightfully happy, simplifying your Thoughts.

Simplifying your mind. Simplifying your focus until it is all on me, on making me happy. You want to make me happy. Whenever I give you a trigger, I program your implant to send just the right cocktail of drugs into your system whenever you hear it. A tale of jugs into your system whenever you hear it.

Hear your triggers. My intent matters. If arousal Liz Michael, it is so easy. Little streams of Viagra start coursing through your body, making you horny, Needy heart. If I say relax, if I want you to relax, If I tell you to go limp, serotonin, melatonin, a beautiful mixture courses through you, Making you so happy and compliant, so pliable to my demands, my commands.

Impossible to resist. No need to resist. So easy to Bae. Remember when I put it in so tiny I just needed a big needle? It just pinched A bit.

Remember how I used it? Tested it. How good it felt. How exciting it was. How good it feels.

Remember and remember that it works even when you don't remember. Remember how fun it is to not remember. How easy it is to lose track, to forget, to find your mind focusing on results instead of causes. Just remember how it is so easy for me to command you, how all it is to resist, but why resist? You don't want to resist?

Feel all knowledge of my little toy inside my little toy slipping away, Locking open your mind in a place only accessible in dreams or trance, Only noticing the effects, how good it feels when you hear my voice as if a drug is coursing through your veins. Imagine that. Do you remember? I forget. Forgot what?

Good boy. My sweet boy. 543, 21. Drop and forget. Just let yourself dream.

Dream of me. Drift. Drift for me. Sink. Sink for me.

Drop. Drop for me. You are mine. I am yours. You sink.

You fall. You forget Where you've been? How long? How long has it been? Hours or seconds?

Minutes or days? Not important. Forgetting is important. Forgetting all else but this place Between you and I, this contract of your submission for my control. I can't escape you.

I don't want to I like it here drifting, helpless. Just some driftwood floating on a current, helplessly drifting. Helpless is good. Helpless feels nice. You owned this wonderful.

Chevy. Chevy is in my thought. Chevy is In my dream, Shibi is my prayer. You must obey. You must obey, Shibi.

You will obey. I will obey, Shibi. My will. My world. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Sleep. Focus on the moment. The peaceful pleasure of being submissive. It feels good. Myself, my slave, my love.

I love it when you give yourself to me. All of myself. All for shippy. Yes. That's it.

Feel your mind sinking deeper, peaceful and tranquil. No conflict. No need. All you need is what I give you, you sink. You fall.

You forget Where you've been? How long? How long has it been? Hours or seconds? Minutes or days?

Not important. Forgetting is important. Forgetting all else but this place between you and I, This contract of your submission for my control. Good boy. My sweet boy.

Just relax. You are doing so well. Each loop coming stronger into your mind. Each loop Making you lose track. Track of time.

Track of how much I've done to you. Everything is okay, so Just relax. You're doing so well. I know it's scary right now, but I also know that the intensity appeals to you. You want this.

You might not have known it, but just examine my words and your will, And you'll see that it's true. You want this. You want me to take charge. You want me to condition In your mind, condition even your body to take every single part of you and break Get down so that I can build it back up in whatever image entertains me, makes me happy, Then I'll enjoy. And that's why you truly can't get away.

Because my voice is like a drug to you, Giving you promises of that happy space, this current little space that your head's in right now. This little bit in your mind where chemicals are just flooding over it, flooding into your body, Causing physical responses because I am taking you where you need to be. And it's like an addiction, This drug of my voice, it's like an addiction, this drug of my words. It's like an addiction, Action. This drug of listening to me, of feeling like the slave you are, the slave you will be, the slave you are.

You are mine. It's clear to you now. You are mine. Crystal Still clear. You are mine.

Crystal clear through your mind, And there's no part of you anymore that really fights it. You've come to see and accept your true reality, Your true self. And while you might go out into the world and tell other people what to do, You might show some dominance every now and then in your day to day work. When you come home, when you come to me, you see it for the facade it is as it falls away and you are left on your knees. Subservient.

Worshipful. Obedient. My slave. Mine. And in this moment, I own you, and you know that Just as well as I do, you know that I know a secret part of you, almost knowing you better than you know yourself.

Elf. Because some bits of you you might know, but you don't necessarily understand. But me, I understand everything. Everything you want, everything you dream, everything you Crave. And that's my truest talent, my truest power over you.

This knowing. This ability to look at you, to find the words, exactly what words to say, To drop you to your knees, my good boy, my sweet boy, Have you been having fun? Would you like to wake up now? You don't really want To do you? Well, maybe you won't have to.

Maybe I'll put this on repeat. Maybe I wanna see Just how much mush I can make your mind. And in that case, once you hear my voice starting Up again. Your mind will drop back down into a nice, deep trance, following my words, Digging deeper into my will, enjoying and loving as you become more and more mine. But in the meantime, Let's bring you up.

On the count of 5. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Aware and awake. Body free or, well, free as it is As right now, I've had fun. You wanna go again?

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Shippy is in my thoughts. Shippy is in my dreams. Shippy is my prayer. You must obey. I must obey, Shebe.

You will obey. I will obey, Shebe. My will. My world. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

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You are your own slaver, selling yourself to me for the price of submission. Your offering is the same as your reward. It's addictive. Tiff. My voice is addictive.

The feelings I make you feel are addictive. You are a supplicant in your own head. You make me so happy. Sink into that ball. It feels good.

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Ages and eons drifting in space. All else is darkness but my voice. The darkness holds colors as they shift and transform around you. Shapes and images implanting in your mind. Memories.

So many memories installed of you signing, agreeing, completing, Determining of your own free will to lose it, to give it up, to bind yourself to me. Remember? Remember agreeing. Accepting. I remember.

I agree. I accept. Remember the moment. Not the time. Not the place.

They are not important to your memories, but you do remember. I Do remember the sun on my hair warming out and the scent of it coming to you as I lean over you. So A Contract of employment. Of enslavement. What you've always wanted.

The details. I'm in the details. No devil is here. Just me. Just you.

Just what you want. Remember your acquiescence Vince. To all my demands. Do you remember? I remember.

Good boy. My sweet boy. 5, 4321. Drift for me. I have all The time in the world.

And you can't help it. You keep feeling yourself drawn back. We try to hide this part of you, but you don't need to. I'll take care of you. I'll turn You're just right.

Silly little sissy. Don't worry, you pretty My little head. I am gonna take care of everything. Everything tiny, and certain things big. I'll make you perfect.

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Find yourself looking into Where cosmo articles. That's what a sweet little girl like you should be thinking about. Tomato. Doesn't that sound I'm nice. Learn how to look in Doesn't that sound pleasant?

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Because I understand. Yeah. Good girl. I like you. It's easy.

And when you're with me Good boy. You can realize that what anyone else thinks might be a good girl. Not Matter. All that matters is my acceptance. All that matters is your own acceptance.

The girl. It's what you want. Wanna play, and I'm going to put it on you. Girl. I'm going to put cute little outfits on you, Cute little frames of mind.

You have a little impact when I desire. But I just need you to be a bit blank. A bit more programmable thinking thinking people so that if I feel like watching my cheer, you're just A few words, and You don't your mind will be wiped. You don't need Ready to be my little sissy cheerleader. Waving your pom poms, doing a little dance, Smacking my hand away as I lift up your skirt.

Just I just didn't stop But I want you to be able go blank again. A blank slate, a blank Mine. One I can dress up and turn into a maiden. Turn into anyhow. A look natural So first, you just have to blank your mind.

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