You have no choice but to follow as your freedom slips away from you…
By Miss Lilith
Welcome, Sweetea. I…am Miss Lilith and I need you to close your eyes, relax, and begin to breathe deeply and slowly as you listen to the sound of my voice and the words that I say.
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Breathe for me. You are safe. You are mine.)
As you breathe and you listen and you follow, your mindscape changes and you find yourself taking light, leisure steps through soft, silky, golden sand. So effortless that it’s almost as if your feet were taking you on a walk of their own volition. Step after step…as seagulls circle above and calm ocean waves breach the beach every so often.
(Breathe, listen, follow, obey. Relax. Let go.)
As you breathe deeply and slowly, that enlivening, salty and crisp scent of the ocean swirls all around you, settling in your mind. The fresh air expanding your lungs. Clearing your thoughts.
(I’m in your mind. I’m inside you. You are mine. You are weak. Clearing your resistance.)
In the far distance, you could hear what you know are the calls of some of the biggest mammals in the world. Gargantuan in size and so exceptionally loud that you could hear them from halfway across the world and feel them reverberate deeply throughout your very bones.
(Open up. Spread yourself wide open. Feel me inside you. You are mine. You are weak.)
You continue your walk alongside the seashore, the warmth of the sun pleasant on your exposed skin. The sound of the waves relaxing. The open air freeing.
(My voice engulfing your soul. Your control. You are mine. You are weak.)
Something had brought you here…to this secluded, private beach. Something you could neither name nor describe. A need. A calling. But you don’t have much time to think on this as you begin to notice how each and every wave fills you with a deep sense of relaxation and serenity.
(I brought you here. The ocean brought you here. I am the ocean. I am your calling.)
Each ocean wave coming in…gently floods your body with cleansing relaxation and pleasant, numbing sensations. Each wave as it comes in and flows over the sand…bringing with it a deeper and deeper sense of relief. A loosening of your thoughts. A mitigation of awareness.
(Relax for me. Your body is mine. Your mind is mine. Deeper and deeper and deeper down into my power)
You can feel yourself smile ever so gently as you listen and follow and relax to the smooth, purifying waves that wash away your thoughts…that wash away your mind…that fill you with trancy, relaxed frequencies. And…as each wave recedes back into the ocean…it takes with it your tensions and your stresses and your anxieties and your thoughts. It takes with it…each and every time…your mind. Your awareness.
(Smile for me. Your smiles are mine. Your thoughts are mine. Drop deeper and deeper and deeper. Listen. Follow. Obey. You are mine. You are weak. You are falling and falling.)
The longer the waves wash across the beach and across your mind…the fewer thoughts you begin to have. The more numb you begin to notice your body is becoming. The more relaxed you notice you are becoming. And…the more relaxed you become…the emptier your mind…the fewer thoughts inside that head of yours…the smaller the scope of your consciousness. Your perception.
(My waves brushing away your thoughts. My voice taking away your mind. My words flooding your brain. Relax, drop, and become mine.)
Each wave rippling across your physical existence, numbing your muscles…numbing your nerves….dimming your cells…dropping you into a trance. A single-focused state of being…where only the sounds of the waves and my voice may exist. May take residence inside your mind.
(When you drop, you are mine. When you drift down, down, down…you are mine. When you fall, you are mine.)
It feels so good to relax. Everything just…disappears. You forget about everything but this very moment. The deeper this relaxation goes…the better you begin to feel. The more you notice how your body and your mind loosen and smoooooth out…the deeper you drop and the more relaxed you become and the more blank you become.
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Drop. Deeper. Now. Relaxed. Numb. Dumb. No thoughts. No mind. No awareness. Open up. No resistance. You are mine. No defense. You belong to me.)
Listen to the sounds. Follow my voice. My words. Submerge yourself deeply with them, Sweetea. Allow yourself to be pulled along this path of total calmness and unrelenting peace of mind. Of body. An internal stillness…in a world full of intricate ever-moving parts.
(Listen. Follow. My voice. My words. My power. My ocean. My waves. My prey. You…are mine. Your body is mine. The world is simple. The world is still.)
As you walk and as you relax and as your mind drifts into trance…you begin to hear a voice deep within your mind. Has it…always been there? Where..is it coming from? What…is it saying?
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit. Drop.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit. Drop.)
Something in the back of your mind tempts you to look out onto the ocean. And there…some distance from the shore…you see…something. You’re not sure what…but you must know. You must. So…you venture out into the open waters, quickly throwing yourself against the waves…swimming out farther and farther from land. Just…swimming and swimming.
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit. Drop.)
(Come to me. Give up. Give in.)
You reach the figure quickly. And…she’s the most beautiful thing you have ever laid eyes upon. Smooth and flawless skin. Hair like silk…golden blonde, the sun only highlighting its perfection. Her nude breasts…submerged mostly in the water, big and full. Her slight, tilted smile…inviting trouble. Her bright blue, glowing eyes…hypnotizing.
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit. Drop.)
(Come to me. Give up. Give in.)
Her smile widens, her hand reaches out for yours…and you have but a flicker of a moment before she pulls you down under and into the ocean. Into her realm. You keep your eyes open for a moment…long enough to see that she isn’t quite human. Her tail. Her long, beautiful, sparkling teal-colored mermaid tail is proof enough of that.
(You are prey. You are mine.)
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
Her grip is unyielding and you have absolutely no choice as she pulls you down deeper under the waves. You open your eyes once more…but it’s so dark already…how far have you traveled?…
But…these things are driven far from your mind as you realize that you need to breathe…that your lungs have run out of oxygen. That you’re starting to feel lightheaded.
Before it could get worse…you feel the mermaid stop you in place and wrap her arms around you, her breasts against your chest…her hard nipples digging into your skin. A moment later, and before you could panic or react, she brings her mouth over yours and kisses you deeply, her tongue inside of your mouth…her breath, like the very essence of the ocean and all its buried treasures…flowing into your airways. Into your lungs. Into your mind. You inhale…expand your lungs…and feel her breath inside you. Her air. Her essence. Her power.
(You are mine. You have no choice. You have no resistance. Feel me inside you. I am inside you. I am inside your mind. Inside your thoughts. Your thoughts are mine. You listen. You follow. You obey. You submit. You drop.)
And…you drop deeper into trance…your thoughts become disjointed…dispersing into the ocean. Your mind…your awareness…melting away into the kiss…into the mermaid’s hold over you. Your body loosening…relaxing…numbing down…becoming hers. Becoming…sleepy.
(Drop for me, prey. No mind. No thoughts. No brain. Allow the ocean to take it all from you. No defense. No resistance. No barriers. Mine.)
And as you take that full inhale, she releases your lips and immediately pulls you down deeper into the water once more…
You open your eyes, now. They don’t sting. They feel…fine. In fact…you begin to see in the dark. Farther and farther away. You see sea life in every direction. Far above, you see the surface. Far below…you see only deeper and deeper down, down, down. You see only the drop downwards…and that’s exactly where she’s taking you. This mystical, wonderful creature. This beautiful, perfect vision.
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit. Drop. Down. Down. Down deeper.)
Down deeper she pulls you…and in a few more moments, you must breathe again…but once more she stops, turns around, pulls you into that embrace…and kisses you with a passion and a hunger supernatural in intensity.
And you…
(Close your eyes. Drop. Deeper. Now. Fall for me. Follow. Obey. Submit. Sleep.)
Drop deeper. Deeper into trance. Deeper into her embrace. Deeper inter her kiss. Her breath filling your body and your mind. Filling your every thought. Billowing out into your brain…chasing away your awareness. Drowning your resistance. Opening you up…wider and wider.
(You are mine. You must listen. You must follow. You must breathe. You must obey. You must submit. You must listen. Listen. Listen.)
And just as quickly, she lets you go and you open your eyes and back down, down, down she pulls you. You can see even clearer now. As if with each kiss, she leaves a part of herself within you, allowing you to experience the ocean in a way you never could before.
(Mine, mine, mine. All mine. You can’t escape. You don’t want to escape. You want to stay here. In the ocean. With me. Where it’s safe.)
You swim with her now..deeper and deeper down, hands interlocked. She’s so much faster, her tail so much stronger and more efficient than your own legs. But you try…and as you do, you run out of breath again…and once more…you are safe within her arms. Her mouth…on yours…her tongue inside you…her breath flowing into your body. Your mind. Your thoughts. Her essence becoming a part of you. Her will settling in as if it had belonged there since the moment of your birth.
(You are mine. Your thoughts are mine. You obey. You submit. You follow. You listen. Susceptible, receptive, and weak.)
Lungs full, she lets you go and pulls on your hand again. And as you open your eyes, down you go. Deeper and deeper. Falling and falling. Your body more and more relaxed. The mermaid’s grip on your mind more and more intense. Arousal…beginning to stir within your center. Within your mind. Your thoughts. Lust…need…and submission swirling around inside your head. Your heart. Your body.
(Submit. Drop. Obey. Deeper and deeper. Lust for my voice. Lust for my power. Lust for the loss of control.)
Finally, you can see the ocean floor. It’s there that she’s taking you. You know this…somehow. But it’s still too far. Still not close enough and you’re running out of breath once more. You need…
(Drop(snap). Deeper. Now. Sleep. Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit. Drop.)
Her mouth back on yours. Her tongue inside you. Her breath inside you. Her power inside you. You drop deeper now. Deeper into trance. Deeper into her power. Deeper into her essence. Her breath.
(You are mine. Your thoughts are mine. Your control is mine. Your will is mine. You have no resistance. You have no thoughts. You have no will. You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must drop (snap) deeper. Every so much deeper.)
You can feel her inside you. Brushing against your insides with her voice. Her voice that’s somehow filling your mind to the brink. That’s flooding your thoughts with her commands. Her power. Her strength.
And for the last time, you know…she lets go of your mouth and pulls you all the way to the ocean floor…through an opening you couldn’t before see. She drags you through a complicated tunnel system within these…ocean caves. You can’t possibly keep up which turns she takes…where you go…how you get where you’re going.
In the end…you are left confused, but entranced, as she pulls you out of the water…and into a gigantic opening. An opening…with air. Deep within the cave system…surrounded by nothing but rock and water…here is her nest. Her home. The walls, overgrown with bio-luminescent seaweed, glow a bright green and blue. The water so clear and so clean. Up ahead, a large raised platform, upon which you could just barely see furnishings of some type. Leading up to the platform, a small beach…the sand itself alight with orange hues.
The mermaid lets of your hand, drifts closer to that tiny little beach…and as her body rises from beneath the surface of the water…something happens and her tail turns instantly into a pair of perfect, long legs. Skin as smooth as the rest of her. As pristine.
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit. Drop.)
She uses those legs of hers to walk up onto the platform…and you can’t help but stare at her butt as she sways her hips this way and that. You…are entranced. Bespelled. Your legs begin to move on their own as you do what comes naturally…you follow. That’s all you can do.
(Follow. Follow. Stare and follow and listen and obey. Submit. Drop deeper.)
Moments later, you join her on the platform, surrounded by sand, towels, and trinkets which elude your focus…because there is nothing more important in that cave than the mermaid in front of you. Than the woman staring into your eyes as you stare into her hypnotic, blue gaze.
(Stare. Follow. Obey. Listen. Drop. Deeper. Now.)
Her hands begin to move as you continue staring. She removes your clothing, piece by piece. Slowly. Expertly. You find yourself just as nude as she is a moment later. Her hand resting on your chest. Her expression inscrutable. The next thing you know, she’s closing in for another kiss…and you accept it eagerly. It’s not as if you had any other choice, really.
Your lips meet in a passionate embrace, her tongue dominating your own…her breath…her essence…delving into your very existence. Into your every thought and every memory and every body part.
In this moment…she is your world…and the longer the kiss continues…the longer she holds you here, captive…the more of her essence enters you. The more of her willpower crashes against your own…spearing right through it with barely a drop of resistance. Knowledge rushes into your mind. Truths, facts, and realities undisputed merge into your memories and your thoughts.
It is true that she is a mermaid. It is true that she is a goddess of the ocean. It is true that the ocean is hers to command. That everything in the ocean is hers to own.
It is a fact that she doesn’t have a name…for she is the only one of her kind. There is only the goddess of the ocean. There is only the mermaid. There is only this tremendously powerful woman of the waters.
(You are mine. You must obey. You must submit. You must listen. You must follow. You must drop deeper. )
She breathes more of herself into your mouth. Your throat. Your lungs. Your mind. More and more…leaving you defenseless. Leaving you feeling weak. Suggestible. Foggy. Entranced.
Her voice…filling your head…blinding your thoughts…taking over your mind…reverberating throughout your entire body. Her voice…like an unyielding vice…holding you tight…holding you prisoner. Encased in her existence. Her being. Her voice reducing you into an obedient, submissive, weak thing which does as it’s told.
(Weak. Suggestible. Receptive. Mine. My voice in your head. Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit. Drop. You are mine. You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop. You. Must. Relinquish. All. Control.)
You can feel her phantom grip on your mind…like predatory tendrils seeking to establish permanence in their prey. You forget where you are…what you are doing…what you’ve been doing. You don’t care anymore. You only care about one thing. You only care about the mermaid goddess of the oceans…holding you tight in her power…flooding you with her essence…establishing control…dominance…and superiority.
(You must listen.)
Her words grip your mind and she releases your lips. You must listen. On the tip of your tongue are the words, “I must listen.”
[I must listen]
You want and need to reaffirm that truth. You want…to speak the words out loud.
[I must listen]
Every time you hear, “You must listen.”
(You must listen.)
You mouth opens and you reaffirm, “I must listen.”
You have no choice…and each time this happens, the need to listen grows and grows. The voice of the mermaid goddess leaves you no other option. You must listen. My voice leaves you no other option. You must listen. Our voices inside that mind of yours. Our voices isolating your focus and stealing every last bit of your attention. When you listen..and you must…only the voice exists within your mind.
(You must listen).
You must listen.
[I must listen.]
(You must follow.)
[I must follow]
You must follow. You must follow the voice. You must follow the commands. You must follow the suggestions. You must follow. You have no choice but to follow. You follow her voice. You follow my voice. You follow your conditioning. You follow her desires. You follow mine. You have no choice but to follow. You are a follower. It’s in your blood. It’s…what you do. What you need.
(You must follow.)
[I must follow]
(You must obey.)
[I must obey.]
You must obey. You need to obey. Each time you hear the words…each time you say them out loud…each time you think the words…they grow truer and more powerful. Your need to obey only ever increases. Only ever gives you more and more pleasure. The desire to obey…the desire to listen…the desire to follow. Obedience fills you with pleasure. With arousal. With contentment. With ultimate satisfaction. Obedience is like that last bit of an incomplete puzzle. Fit it in…and the world makes sense…because obedience makes sense. Because you must obey and you want to obey and you need to obey and your mind can’t allow for you not to.
(You must obey.)
[I must obey.]
(You must submit.)
[I must submit.]
You must submit. You must give yourself over into another’s power. Into the mermaid’s relentless grip on your free will. Into my power. My voice. You must submit and open your mind and your thoughts. You must submit and leave yourself defenseless and malleable. There is a limitless pleasure in letting go, feeling your defenses crumble, and savoring the sensations of deep, endless submission. You must submit…these words electrify your need to submit each and every time you hear them…you say them…you think them. You can feel the pure form of boundless, eternal submission flow across your body and your mind and your entire existence. Your entire sex drive. Your arousal.
(You must submit.)
[I must submit.]
(You must drop.)
[I must drop]
You must drop. You must drop deeper. The words pull you down deeper into a relaxed, deep, blank, hypnotic trance. Each time you hear them…each time you say them…each time you think them…you drop deeper and deeper into the void of mindless trance. Void of thoughtless of existence. A state of being where you can only relax, drop, listen, follow, and obey.
(You must drop.)
[I must drop]
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop. These are truths. These are facts. You know this. You’ve always known this. From the moment the mermaid goddess had laid her eyes on you…you have been hers. You have had no choice. You have had no free will. Here voice now commands your thoughts as if you were a part of her. An extension of her will.
(You are mine. You have no free will. I command you. I own you.)
With a twitch of her pinky, she could have you on your knees, looking up at her. At her breasts. Her face. Her eyes. She could have you begging to worship her. She could have you say or do anything.
But…she hasn’t brought you here to worship her. Not really. Not like that. You’re here because you are the beginning of her age-old plan to go beyond the ocean…to become a goddess of the land as she is now of the water. Her plan to annex the land people. To control all that exists within the oceans…and on land.
(I shall control the world as I control you.)
And yes…you are the beginning. You are the first domino that shall one day lead to her ultimate rule.
(You will spread my power throughout the lands. You will spear-head my dominion over humankind.)
You are a tool in her arsenal. Since that very first kiss, you have been changing. Bit by bit, your mind has been changing. Her voice…her power…washing over your brain…converting your thoughts. Altering the way you think. The way you reason. The way you remember.
Her essence…the essence of the ocean…divine and unstoppable…blending with your very DNA. With your very cells. Blending with all that you are. This…you will spread across the world.
But first…you must learn how to listen. You must learn how to follow. You must learn how to obey, submit, and drop.
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
Because to spread her essence across the world…you must first become the perfect, submissive subject. One without resistance or defense. One without hesitation or doubt. One who listens, follows, obeys, submits, and drops at the slightest of suggestions.
But…not just for everyone. Because her voice isn’t like anyone’s. No, humankind must first be brainwashed into total obedience to a single type and tone of voice. So…listen to the sound of her voice…listen to the sound of my voice…listen to the intricacies in the tones of our voices. Listen to our words. Listen to the strength of the words that we speak and the voices that we use.
(Listen to my voice. Listen to her voice. Listen to our voices. The voices of powerful, dominant women who know what they want. I know what I want. She knows what she wants. We want you to listen, follow, obey, submit, and drop. Deeper. Now.)
Understand that to you…and soon to the rest of the world…the voice of a powerful, dominant woman glides all the way into your inner-most hidden subconscious mind…past all of your defenses and doubts…and engulfs your free will in its entirety. It spears right through all the layers of your mind and grips your psyche in a hold of unbending authority. Because…
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
My voice…the voice of the goddess…the voice of a strong, confident woman…strips you of all resistance and all desire to defy its commands. Its suggestions. Its brainwashing. There is nothing stopping you from succumbing to the power of a dominant woman who desires to control you. To take you. To reduce you into nothing. To own you. To hypnotize you. To trance you. Because…
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
When you hear my voice…when you hear the voice of a woman who wishes to manipulate you…to hold dominion over you…to play around with you as if you were a toy…a pet…a weak little thing only able to obey…you can do nothing but give in. Because…
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
I want you to really listen to the sound of my voice. I want you to take it all in. Every nano-second. Every syllable. Every sound between my words. Every letter. Every layer of every tone of every word. Feel it wash over your mind. Notice how it slithers into every corner and every opening and every seam. Enjoy the way it makes you feel. Cherish the pleasure it allows you to experience. Admire and appreciate how my voice sweeps across your thoughts and leaves you all but empty…waiting for more of my sounds. More of my words. More of my voice. More of my suggestions. More of my power. More of the essence of dominant, confident women who hold sway over your submissive tendencies.
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
(Listen to the sound of my voice. Every word. Every letter. Every tone. My voice in your head. Pleasure in submission. Pleasure in obedience. Pleasure in listening. Pleasure in following. Admire my power. Admire my voice. Succumb to my command. Submit. Obey.)
That’s…all you really need. That…pleasure you feel when a dominant woman takes control in any way that she wishes. That pleasure you feel when you submit without question. Without doubt. Without pause. That arousal which courses through your body when you realize how easy it is. How effortless. How you couldn’t possibly imagine doing anything but…folding like the weak, submissive, obedient thing that you are.
When you are told to drop…you drop like a boulder from a cliff…into the ocean..and into the dark depths below. You drop without a second to consider whether you should. You drop as if you’ve been doing it all your life. You fall and you drift downwards as my voice commands you to. As the voice of the mermaid goddess commands you to. As all the voices of all the dominant women command you to. No argument. No resistance. Only pleasure in submission. Only pleasure in the drop. Only obedience.
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
(Drop. Drop. Drop. Deeper. Now. Always dropping. Always obeying. Always inviting deep, suggestible, hypnotic trance. No resistance. No defence. Only pleasure. Only joy. Only arousal. Only submission. Only obediece.)
When you are told to submit…to obey…to listen…to follow…you do nothing but..
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
Listen, follow, obey, and submit. Your mind loses control over your body. Your mind loses control over your thoughts. Your awareness loses control over your mind. Your control vanishes. Your mind goes blank. Your thoughts reduced to…submission. Obedience. To…the sound of the voice…telling you to listen, follow, obey, and submit. To my voice. To the voice of the goddess. All choice is stripped away from you like your mermaid goddess had stripped away your clothes.
The more you obey and the more you submit and the more you listen…the more pleasure you can feel. The more submissive you become. The more you want to submit and obey and drop. The more you want to listen. The more you want to follow. The more you are influenced by hypnotic suggestions and commands…given to you by powerful, dominant women who wish to control you. To bring you to your knees. To make you worship them.
As you already worship the goddess of the oceans. The mermaid goddess of the waters. The Siren whose voice brainwashes you as you listen. As you sleep. As you drop. As you submit.
(The more you listen, the more you submit. The more you submit, the more you obey. The more you obey, the more you listen. The more pleasure you can feel. The more aroused you become…and the more aroused you become, the more you listen and submit.)
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
In your dreams, she comes. When you sleep, she enters your mind…and washes away your thought…so that she could make room for her own desires. Her own will. Her own voice. Our voice. Our power. Our will.
When you sleep…when you dream..when you drop…your subconscious mind works on brainwashing you from within. As your mind empties…The Siren enters you. She comes inside you. She washes away your resistance. She crushes your defenses. She conditions your weak, submissive, obedient brain to succumb to the lure of powerful, dominant women who wish to control you.
(When you dream, I come. When you sleep, I brainwash you. When you drop, I come inside you. I enter you. Your mind. You are mine. Wherever you are, you are mine.)
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
When I speak…when she speaks…with a woman speaks…and you listen…and you must listen…your mind simply accepts without question. Easily, effortlessly, and automatically. With great pleasure. With endless joy. With red, hot eagerness.
(When she speaks…when I speak…when they speak…when a woman speaks…you must listen. Your mind must succumb.)
You accept and you obey because it’s what you do. Because that’s what you are. Because…
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
Your mind…comes apart…
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
Your thoughts…becoming water…becoming droplets…evaporating and vanishing away.
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
[I must listen. I must follow. I must obey. I must submit. I must drop.]
Your free will…in a vice, anchored to the voices and commands of powerful, dominant women. Because…
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
[I must listen. I must follow. I must obey. I must submit. I must drop.]
Your need to submit and obey…ever increasing…ever intensifying…infinitely reinforced each time you drop…each time you sleep…each time you dream. Because…
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
[I must listen. I must follow. I must obey. I must submit. I must drop.]
Your desire to drop at a single word…a single look…a single sign…when suggested by the goddess…by me…by a strong, confident woman…growing and growing. With each day, the drop comes quicker…easier…deeper. With each day…you desire to lose more control. With each day, you desire to be weaker and weaker. A thing to be owned…to be controlled…to be dominated…manipulated…changed and altered and adjusted. Because….
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
[I must listen. I must follow. I must obey. I must submit. I must drop.]
And….The Siren closes the gap between the two of you and pushes her tongue deeply inside you…her essence…her power…flowing without restraints into every part of your being. Every thought and every memory and every idea and every behavior. Every limb and every nerve and every cell. Every bone and every muscle. Every finger.
And all the suggestions…all the conditioning…all the brainwashing…expanding within the confines of your mind…flourishing and blooming and maturing so very quickly…flowing into all the parts that make you…you. Every suggestion…every command…every trigger…every desire…every truth given to by The Siren…by me…spreading across your entire awareness…your entire existence…your entire life…and deepening and growing and accelerating. Because…
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
[I must listen. I must follow. I must obey. I must submit. I must drop.]
She leans back…letting go of your lips…and you look at her face…and see her mouth curl into a smile as it opens. You see her form the word…
(One)
[One]
And she kisses you deeply once more as you begin to wake from this deep, hypnotic trance…knowing that with each kiss The Siren bestows upon you…here or later…or in the past…all of the suggestions here only grow and become stronger. More persistent. Impossible to ignore. Impossible to forget.
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
She lets you go for a short moment so that you could lock gazes…and you watch as she forms the word…
(Two)
[Two]
And then leans in again and captures your mouth as all suggestions…all conditioning..all brainwashing…all commands…strengthen and become a part of you…as if they’ve always been so. As this happens, you begin wake more and more. Become slightly more aware.
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
Releasing you again, giving you a breather…her mouth moves and…
(Three)
[Three]
Locking your mouths together once more…amplifying all suggestions. All conditioning. All pleasure. All submission. All obedience. As you wake more and more. As you become more aware. As the world slowly returns to you in bits and pieces.
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
Leaning back…opening her mouth…and…
(Four)
[Four]
Lips interlocked once more…waking up, become aware…noticing how deeply interwoven the brainwashing has already become…how deeply rooted within your weak, submissive psyche. Knowing that it can only get better and stronger each and every time you submit and obey and drop.
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
She breaks contact…smiles…and finally…
(Five)
[Five]
She pecks you on the lips…and you wake up. Wake up now. Fully aware, fully awake. Conscious of all that has happened…happy with all that has happened..satisfied with all that has happened. Needing…to…
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(Listen. Follow. Obey. Submit.)
(You must listen. You must follow. You must obey. You must submit. You must drop.)
[I must listen. I must follow. I must obey. I must submit. I must drop.]
Fully aware and fully awake…but still under the spell of The Siren. For she does has you now. You are her pawn. Her tool. You will spread her essence…her power…across the globe. Wherever you go…The Siren’s voice shall go with you. Her power shall go with you. You will venture out into the world…see her control spread across it like a plague of unearthly scope and conversion.
Now go be the good, submissive, little thing that you are.
Go and do my bidding.
It’s all you can do, really.