“I am being made compliant.” She stared into the spiral, her eyes glassy and unfocused as she followed each individual strand of color deeper into the whirling darkness at the center. Her breathing was slow, regular, the kind of deep breaths that you took when you were sound asleep. She relaxed into the cushions, her legs splaying wide to give her Master full access to her cunt. If she knew what she was saying, she gave no sign.
“I am being made compliant.” She repeated the words every time there was a pause in Master’s soft, soothing whispers, the silence prompting her to repeat her mantra and sink deeper into obedience. Or maybe it was more than just the silence–she couldn’t really think about Master’s words anymore, they slipped into the back of her mind while the spiral tugged her stream of waking thoughts all the way down into the drowsy depths at its heart. She knew she was being programmed, but she could no longer think of that as anything other than a thing to be welcomed and embraced. Compliant girls accepted their programming. And she was a compliant girl.
“I am being made compliant.” She felt the warm, buzzing thrum of a vibrator placed against her labia, gently rubbed up and down and back and forth in a teasing rhythm that distracted her conscious mind even further from Master’s words. She didn’t need to listen. Her slave self listened to everything Master said and absorbed it perfectly, and her slave self decided what she needed to remember. Sometimes her only memory on waking from trance was a fog of thick, sleepy bliss that seemed to last for hours. Sometimes she remembered her commands in crystal clarity. The decision didn’t belong to her at all, though. Master told her slave self what to think, and her slave self told her.
“I am being made compliant.” Her breath hitched slightly as the vibrator slid easily into her wet pussy; despite its girth, her slick cunt offered absolutely no resistance to the silicone cock. She felt the smaller protrusion rest against her clit, making her eyelids flutter with pleasure as it buzzed her into hot, tingly bliss. Her eyes stayed open, though, stayed focused on the spiral. Master had told her to stare into the heart of the spiral, and she had to obey. He commanded her to sink into perfect ecstasy while he made her compliant, and so of course she wanted that too.
“I am being made compliant.” She heard herself moaning around the edges of each word, the pleasure dissolving her voice into whimpers that only her deep and powerful compulsion to obey allowed her to resist long enough to repeat her mantra. She knew she would be unable to fight the pleasure soon; the spiral would wear away her will until all she could do was come for Master, and Master always allowed her to come as many times as she wanted when he was fucking her mind into compliance. She felt him begin to push the vibrator in and out, faster and faster, and her whimpers became a high keening wail as she felt herself tipping over the edge into climax.
“I am… I am being, ohhhh… m-m-made compliant!” Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came hard, her thoughts overwhelmed with ecstasy as the buzzing toy relentlessly pushed her to one orgasm after the next. Her head was flung back into the cushions, her eyelids squeezed shut under the onslaught of pleasure. It didn’t matter, though. In her mind, she was still staring at the spiral.
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