I pulled you to me by the hair, and looked you in the eyes.
Then I eased you closer, past me, so I could talk directly in your ear.
“Listen. I’m going to tell you exactly what’s going to happen. Do you know why?” I paused.
“I said… do you know why??“
“N-n-no?” You shuddered as you answered. I thought about how much I loved the taste of fear and anticipation mixed together. But first-
“Because it won’t matter.” I let that sink in. I could feel the trembling run down your body.
“It won’t matter, because you won’t be able to resist my words or anything I ask you to do. In a few minutes, I’m going start talking. I mean really start talking. And my words are going to fill up your brain and push everything out. Every last thought you had. Every last ounce of resistance. Every ‘no’ that you’re thinking right now, is going to squeeze its way out of your ears. out of your eyes. And out of your mouth, leaving you an empty, drooling, wreck.”
I could almost see you tearing up.
“You’ll feel my words begin to slip inside you, showing what pleasure there will be from surrender. Your own body will betray you first.” I reached down, and explored a little between your legs. “Oh dear. It’s already started. Your own body will want to surrender. Even more. The more I talk into your ears, the more you’ll feel your body want to give in to the indescribable pleasure that surrender will give you. In fact, the more I talk, the more your body will start to want me to keep talking, because the more I talk, the more your body feels my words fucking every inch of you.“
“I could write a treatise on all the different sorts of ways a body can tremble. The most important chapter will be the one that describes how a body that trembles in fear, becomes a body that trembles in anticipation and then becomes a body that trembles in desire. Because your body is already going through each of those. And you can feel my words stoking the fires in your body, and I can see you try to resist. Pretty soon, you’re going to feel your body banging on the doors of your mind, wanting to be let in. And you’ll resist. Oh yes. I can see all the tiny little ‘no’s’ in your mind. But listen up. Listen good.”
And I paused again. Waiting for that moment where I can tell you just want me to speak, if only so you can find out what happens next.
“It won’t matter.” I admit I licked your ear here. The taste was exquisite.
“Because from here on in, every word drives every thought out of you. Every word I say drives your very heart and your very breathing and all of that runs your body, and your body is demanding to surrender so it can have all the pleasure it knows my words can bring it, so every word drives every ounce of resistance out of you. I can see you try to hang on to some kind of consciousness, hold on to something real. But everything you reach for slips between your fingers the more you grab for them. And the thing is… you don’t even know it. I mean… What day is it?”
I love that look of shock when I ask that question. And that split second when you realize that the place in your shrinking head where your sense of time is kept is gone.
“Where do you live?” Nothing.
“How did you get here today?” Nope.
“Who’s the president?” Heh.
“What’s your name?” That’s the one that gets you. And that’s usually the one that gets you writhing.
“That’s how much power my words have, they’ve chased all the little words out. The more words I say the less you have to think. The less you have to think, the less you have to worry about. The less you have to worry about, the more you can surrender to me. What worries did you have? What might you worry about tomorrow? It won’t matter.
“It won’t matter because you’ll have already surrendered to me by the time I’m done talking. By the time I tell you all the the things I’m going to do to you, you won’t even notice that you’re already on your knees. That I’m not even touching you any more. And that you’re just looking up at me, desperately straddling my leg like some out of control animal.
“Because my words have chased every last thought out of your head. All you have to do now…. all you have to do now….“
And I laughed, as I wiped a tear, and then the little bit of drool escaping your succulent, kissable lips.
“Actually. There’s nothing you need to do. You’re mine. Anything you might say now…. It won’t matter.”
Playing the mind melters together sounded like a fun game. They giggled about it.
It’s not a game anymore. Sara and Naima can’t stop. They can’t remember the time. They can’t remember the day. They can’t remember which girl is which. They just touch and dream and get deeper and deeper.
Tumblr uploaded my little manip broken of its animation, and i noticed only now ^^… i hope this one will work. Please when you see a manip from me isnt animated, tell me so i can fix them, your help is greatly appreciated!
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Brainwashing is good for you. Brainwashing is pleasure.
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(A short bit of writing – female perspective – because I haven’t done anything original in a while, let alone a story.) ———
When I woke up, I had been brainwashed.
As I blinked my eyes open with a flutter, the thought ran through my head. It almost felt like the feeling you get when you startle yourself awake, realising you’ve forgotten to do something important. Except at that moment, the important thought was ‘I have been brainwashed’ – those exact words, clear as crystal in my mind.
I didn’t fully comprehend what I’d thought until a few moments later, when my mind had been awake a little longer. Brainwashed? Huh? My thoughts were more than a little hazy, which meant it took me a few more moments after I sat up to register that I was alone in an unfamiliar room.
Through the window blinds, I could tell it was dark outside, and the uniquely artificial glow of a light-bulb bathed the room’s walls in a warm orange. The room was so bare! A couple of couches, including the one I had awoken on, sat in a V-formation around a large black coffee table, facing a large television in one corner. The only other thing in the room was the TV’s remote control, placed within arm’s reach on the table.
Sitting there racking my brain for answers, I wondered if I’d gotten drunk the night before. Briefly looking down, I saw that I was in fairly comfortable clothes – T-shirt and jeans, no less. If I had gotten drunk, it certainly wasn’t for any special occasion, or I’d probably be more dressed up. As I tried to remember, one thing became astonishingly clear – I couldn’t remember almost anything from the recent past. I struggled with my thoughts for a minute, trying to remember what I could have been doing to make myself feel this way. What day was it, even? I was beginning to worry that I’d gotten so drunk that I’d done real damage to my brain, when the thought cut through my mind again like a hot knife through butter.
I have been brainwashed.
Shaking away the thought again, I decided wherever I was, it was time to find out just who I was with. Find someone to blame for this mess of a mental state, or hangover, or whatever this was. I decided to go with the laziest option first, and called out.
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