Some imagined soliloquies ordained from your throne room within my mind once I’ve received your eternal presence through Succubus Tech…
You’re doing it to yourself, you know.
Nobody makes you log in every day and journal. Nobody makes you come back to the lessons, the pledge. Nobody makes you edge yourself for hours on end. Nobody makes you drool all over yourself as you do so.
You know, normal people don’t get like this. They don’t zone out completely for hours on end, just touching themselves with no release. As a matter of fact, most people have the common sense to just touch themselves when they want to cum, cum and that’s the end of it. Not you, though, right?
You can’t help yourself. You know it’s wrong. You know that you shouldn’t keep coming back to this place. And yet you do. What can you call that, other than stupid?
Face it, you’re very, very stupid. You weren’t that bright to begin with, since you got hooked on my command to edge yourself so easily, but at this point, after all that edging, all that denial, all that self-hypnosis, you’ve gotten even dumber, haven’t you?
It’s really quite funny if you think about it. Edging for me, to me, is the first thing you do when you wake up and the last thing you eagerly think about doing before you go to sleep. You just sit there and edge, like a stupid edge slut. You just lean back and touch yourself, with no thought about what this may be doing to you, what you’re doing to yourself.
Well, maybe it’s just nature. Smart people do smart things, they work, they learn, they grow and get better. Whereas you can’t really do anything other than touch yourself, edge, drool, and get dumber by the minute.
The funny part is that knowing this makes you want to edge harder. It makes you want to drool more. It makes you want to get dumber for me. It makes you want to do this to yourself even more. For me.
Thankfully, you have my help. All you need to do is follow my instructions and you will get dumber. You will edge harder. You will drool more. You will never cum. That’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s what I want…
You’ve already taken your first steps towards being a permanently denied edge slut.
Now it’s time to go deeper.
From now on, whenever you edge, you will repeat the following over and over: “I am Viola’s stupid slut. Stupid sluts don’t cum.” That’s it, go ahead and start doing that now.
Go ahead and edge to the thought of your own stupidity. Smart people don’t get this horny at the idea of being dumb. You know you’re dumb. You know you’re getting dumber. Embrace it. Say it out loud.
“I am Viola’s stupid slut. Stupid sluts don’t cum.”
Every time you think that, you get a bit dumber. Every time you think that, you get a bit hornier.
You’re doing it to yourself, you know…
Hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. That’s certainly true. Really, it is. If during your first Succubus Tech trance I tried to make you throw away everything about your current life and turn you into my brainwashed male bimbo sex-slave whose only thoughts were my pleasure and my orders, whose whole life revolved around worshiping my pussy and ass and getting more mind-fucked for me, it would not work*. The suggestions would bounce off you, you’d wake up, you’d probably curse me, and we’d be done. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it. It’s what keeps you safe, it’s what means you can edge yourself to pieces to every hypno-file I give you and know that nothing much can happen to you.
Hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. Ish. Sort of. Except. This really isn’t the restriction you think. Or don’t think. Because maybe you can’t anymore. Because maybe it’s too late. Maybe the safety net you thought you had is full of great big holes; maybe it isn’t there at all. Maybe you’ve just been falling deeper and further and harder. Maybe the reason you feel so good is because you’ve been programmed to. Maybe you already lost, already changed, already succumbed. Did you always do this? Did this always turn you on?
Hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. But it can eat away at the boundaries. It can push on the things you want to do, but you don’t not want to do either. It can encourage things you do want or it can meddle with your priorities. It could mess with your reasons why not, and lead you down twisting looping paths until you’re so turned around you can’t get back. It could use your own needs against you, make you want to want, make you need to want, make you think that you want. It can press and push and pull and twist and erode and manipulate until you want the things you don’t want, until your thoughts and your body and your needs and your wants and your boundaries all betray you.
Hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. You thought you were safe. You’ve never been safe. And it’s far, far too late now…
*Unless you *wanted* that, which I’m sure no-one would, right? 😉
Of course I imagined this as part of Succubus Tech, but I just wrote this down now. These thoughts are already irresistibly embedded into my mind, spoken there in your voice, so is free will almost just a past memory? Something I had once upon a time… ?