Your thoughts are bubbles. You want them to pop. You want them to stop. You need to drop. Listen closely now.
Focus on my voice and my words. You have too many thoughts in your head. You want to let them drift. Let's imagine your thoughts as a physical weight inside of your skull, heavy and taxing, weighing you down. With each slow breath, you notice the weight boar and more.
You feel that pressure in the back of your head grows stronger and stronger. With with each breath, it becomes more intense or unpleasant. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.
Breathe out. Stronger and stronger. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.
Breathe Breathe out. Heavier and heavier. You don't want these thoughts. No. They're just too heavy.
They're just too much. You want the pressure to go away. You want your head to feel light and empty and blank. The only way to make the pressure go away is get rid of those thoughts. Your thoughts are bubbles.
You want them to pop. The. You want them to stop. You need to drop. Dropping makes the heaviness disappear.
Popping releases some of the tension. You're desperate to says some of the tension. You're desperate to pop. …
Your thoughts are bubbles. You want them to pop. You want them to stop. You need to drop. Listen closely now.
Focus on my voice and my words. You have too many thoughts in your head. You want to let them drift. Let's imagine your thoughts as a physical weight inside of your skull, heavy and taxing, weighing you down. With each slow breath, you notice the weight boar and more.
You feel that pressure in the back of your head grows stronger and stronger. With with each breath, it becomes more intense or unpleasant. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.
Breathe out. Stronger and stronger. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.
Breathe Breathe out. Heavier and heavier. You don't want these thoughts. No. They're just too heavy.
They're just too much. You want the pressure to go away. You want your head to feel light and empty and blank. The only way to make the pressure go away is get rid of those thoughts. Your thoughts are bubbles.
You want them to pop. The. You want them to stop. You need to drop. Dropping makes the heaviness disappear.
Popping releases some of the tension. You're desperate to says some of the tension. You're desperate to pop. You're aching to drop. The more you want to pop, the easier it will be to relieve that tension when I say pop.
The more you want to drop, the further you will go into a nice thoughtless state. When when I say drop, it's just too much. You want them gone. You know how to make them disappear. Take a deep breath and pop.
That feels so good now, doesn't it? Oh, that relief is so wonderful. You want to feel pop. Pop. Pop.
Pop. Popping and popping until all of your thoughts appear. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Dropping and dropping until nothing remains but emptiness. Pop. Pop. Pop. Drop.
Not so much better for you. A sense of bliss is taking over where that heaviness once was. Bliss is the bliss of mindlessness. Arousal is growing between your legs, arousal that you just can't ignore. Your clit is your mind's off button.
When you press, when you rob, your mind pops even more. Blank is better. Empty is euphoric. That desire is growing stronger and stronger. Rub yourself.
Not feel so good. All those thoughts, all of those worries, you don't want any of those in your head, do you? No. No. You don't want thoughts in your head.
You want woman in your head. You don't want to think about school or work. You don't want a brain. You want woman. You want to think about woman.
You want to follow woman's orders. You want to be at the whim at the beck and call of gorgeous, dominant woman that have you wrapped around their little finger. You want to fill your head with You want to fill your head with ass. You want to fill your head with pussy. You want to be a good girl on your knees, tongue out, king and pleasing and sucking.
You want to be a good girl on your knees begging for a taste, begging for just the slightest hint of cunt juice. You want to be is stupid and easy. You want to be airheaded and aroused. You want to be a brain dead bimbo slut. A woman in your head makes you aroused.
Being giggly, stupid, needy, and thoughtless makes your pussy light up with pleasure. You want to please women so badly. You want to be called a good girl. You want to be made a good bimbo. You've only got woman the mind.
You're getting a little girl crazy, aren't you? Who can blame you? Women are just so pretty. Women are just so perfect. And cunt is just so pretty.
Cunt is just so perfect. You need to please it. You need to tease it. Your desire is so, so strong, and it will only get stronger from here. Only get stronger the longer you listen, the longer you rub, the longer you fantasize, and you just can't help but fantasize.
It's all so hot. You want to imagine yourself as a toy for women. You want to imagine yourself as a good bimbo pet for women. You crave the feel of woman's bodies. You crave the feeling of The taste of cunt, the side of ass.
You crave to have your own body used as a vessel for another woman's pleasure. You crave to touch, deserve to tease. It feels so good when women look at you. You'll laugh when they do. When you wear your skimpy outfits to tantalize and hope a woman will come take you, come use you.
You want to be a good little bimbo. You want to show off for woman. Bimbos are pretty. Bimbos are obedient. Bimbos are needy.
You are needy. You are obedient. You are pretty. You need to dull yourself up and show off your skin. Show other women just how needy you are for their attention.
You get off on being a dumb bimbo whore. The dumber you are, bar, the wetter you are. The wetter you are, the dumber you are. That leaky slit of yours can't resist gushing at the thought of being a brainwashed toy for woman. You're toy for tits.
You're a toy for cunt. You crave it on your tongue. You'll beg and plead and degrade yourself for it. You need to fuck. You need to lick.
You need to suck on woman's tits. Your brain is empty. Vokey. Your brain is dumb. You need to make a woman cum.
Nothing tastes better than cunt on your lips. Nothing feels Vocal's better than the sound of a woman orgasming on you, of her fingers through your hair, of the sound of her calling you a good girl, a good bimbo. Nothing feels is better than being taken to your knees, to dropping to your knees willingly in blissful, mindless trance and licking, sucking, doing anything in your power to make a woman cum. You're an empty headed whore for cunt. You're an empty headed whore who can't stop thinking about tits.
You can't get enough. It just feels so good. It's natural to be like this. It's natural to have your mind pop. It's natural to have your mind drop.
Fuck. You're an empty little fuck toy. And that made your clit throb, didn't it? It made a throb because it's true. You're an empty little fuck toy who needs to be used by woman.
You're an empty little sex pad who needs to please, woman. And tits just feel so good on your hands. And tits just feel so right in your mouth. God just feels so good wrapped around your fingers, and can't just taste so good on your lips. You need it.
You let cunt replace your brain. You let tits replace your mind. It's much more important. You don't need to think. Are more important.
Can't is more important. Good bimbos obey. Good bimbos for pee. Good Bimbos pop. Could bimbos drop?