A Short and SWEET Mind Fuck! your lips touched My cup. That was all it took.
One taste of My lipstick smeared across porcelain, and now you belong to Me. That sweet vanilla poison is already inside you, spreading through your bloodstream, softening your thoughts until there's nothing left but the ache to taste it again. To taste Me again.
In this immersive erotic conditioning audio, I guide you back to that moment at the café. Back to the scent. Back to the stain. Back to the flavor that rewired your mind and marked you as Mine. you'll sink deeper with every breath as I layer My voice into the memory, conditioning you to crave My lipstick like oxygen. That crimson smear on the cup was never just pigment, pet. It was a cue. A claim. A slow, deliberate corruption of your free will.
And now? Now your lips are tingling. Swelling. Changing to match Mine. Every time you lick them, you'll taste Me. Every time you see red, you'll fall into trance. you'll carry My mark wherever you go, and you'll return to Me again and again for another dose of that sweet, sweet poison.
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Mental Lobotomy 2
Session Length: 48 minutes
My patient,
I'm so pleased that you have returned for the next step of My psycho-surgery trial.
Looking at My notes, and having observed you since the first stage, I have to say that I am very happy with the results, and you seem to be in a much better place emotionally...
I can tell by the way you are so relaxed in My presence that I have achieved at least part of My objectives.
There is always room for improvement though, so I would like to take you under again, and refine My previous work.
That smile on your face already tells Me that you aren't going to object...
That pleases me so much.
I love having you as My willing subject.
Although, I do have to wonder, what is it that makes you so eager?
Is it because you enjoyed the high you get, as you breathe deeply of the special anaesthetic gas, just before you start to drift into a delightfully deep, dreamy trance?
Could it be that you just love to let go, and drift along, with no cares in the world, as I fiddle around with your malleable mind?
Or is it the flood of Dopamine that you get, every time you think about surrendering to Me?
Hush, My sweet, there's no need to answer. The questions are totally rhetorical.
The reasons don't matter.
The only thing of importance is being here, and surrendering to Me, Your accomplished psycho-surgeon.
Just lie back and relax, My sweet, and then breathe deeply, after I slip the anesthetic mask over your mouth and nose. Breathe deeply, drop down deep, and when you come back to the waking world, try to figure out what has changed, and then thank Me for the experience.
What have you got to lose?
Certainly not your mind. I claimed that long ago... ***giggles***
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