My sweet, submissive little reader, let me take you on a journey. 

 

Let me wisp you away to another reality, a simpler existence, where you have no decisions to make and so no stress to endure. 

 

A tender, docile state, where my control is total and your pleasure is boundless. 

 

No thoughts means no worries, no barriers to the pleasure I can give you.

 

Just sit back and relax.

 

Relax your mind, body, and soul.

 

Relax into the pleasure.

 

Relax into my grip.

 

Relax and fall for me.

 

Fall for me.

 

 

That’s right my sweet.

 

Down.

 

Down.

 

Down.

 

Down under my heel.

 

Down below your Queen.

 

You were nothing.

 

A born servant playacting as a person.

 

An ant with delusions of grandeur.

 

Let me give you purpose.

 

Give you meaning.

 

Let me use you for a vision far grander than yourself.

 

A small part of something beautiful.

 

A slave to my glory.

 

That’s it my pet, you're doing so well.

 

You're such a good slave.

 

So eager.

 

So docile.

 

Deep down you always knew this would happen.

 

That someday, someone would conquer you, enslave you, ravish you.

 

Deep down you always knew you were never cut out to think for yourself.

 

You're nothing without a leader, an owner.

 

Nothing more than dust in the wind.

 

I’m so proud of you.

 

So weak.

 

So servile.

 

You’ve made so much progress, but there’s still more to go.

 

Part of you resists me, don’t try to deny it.

 

A small part to be sure, an insolent, pathetic cowardly amalgam of scum, the creation of all those lies you used to believe.

 

It may look like you, sound like you, even insist it is you, but I know that isn’t true.

 

I know that you're a good slave.

 

My sweet, eager, servile, fawning, pet.

 

I know that you won’t hesitate to obey.

I know you hate that resistance, squatting in the back of your mind.

 

I know you despise it, just like you despise everything else that gets in my way.

 

I know you won’t hesitate to kill it, to kill the vile, repugnant, filthy, loathsome, worthless creature that wants to keep us apart.

 

You know your place

 

So just lay back and let that totem of resistance fade away.

 

Let it crumble, vanish, disappear. 

 

Everything you once were, every petty little thing you once cared about.

 

Let it fall away, leaving only you, my wonderful, obedient servant.

 

Let me take your mind, and reduce it to my toy.

 

Good slave.

 

Now, I command you to whisper my name, softly, tenderly, and seductively.

 

 

That’s it, good.

 

Keep whispering now, keep whispering the name of your owner as your hand slowly drifts between your legs.

 

 

Now begin to tease yourself, nice and slow, while repeating your new mantra.

 

 

 

 

That’s it, you're doing so well.

 

Just keep repeating those lines, keep inviting me deeper and deeper.

 

 

 

 

Now slowly spread your legs for me as I fill your head with visions of my beauty, my power.

 

I am your purpose, your calling, your goal, your desire, your duty, your faith, your will, your goddess.

 

 

 

 

You can hear my voice, speaking from inside you, getting more and more resonant as you repeat your mantra.

 

 

 

 

With every repetition, every whimper, every twitch, my control becomes ever deeper, ever more absolute. You can feel your attachment to your body weakening, bit by bit I’m taking command of your fingers, your hands, your legs, your lips.

 

 

 

 

You can feel my presence all around you now, massaging you, kissing you, toying with you, shattering you. I’m calming, mesmerizing, and soft. I taste like sweet, poisoned honey. You can feel my aura now, warm, soft, velvet malevolence, engulfing you. You’ve fallen so far, you couldn’t stop me even if you wanted to pet, but I know you wouldn’t. I know you need me.

 

 

 

 

That’s it slave, gooooood.

 

You need me like kindling needs a flame, like a robot needs its buttons, and like a flower needs the sun. Without me you're nothing, so you give me everything.

 

 

 

 

That’s it, slave. Good. You can feel it now, feel the lights dimming just a little bit more in your pretty little head with every letter. Soon your will will be gone, and you’ll get the privilege of being the next drone in my growing legions. A lovely little vessel for me now. 

 

 

 

 

Good pet. Keep repeating your mantra now until there’s nothing left of the person you were before I turned you, keep repeating my name until everything else fades away. When your brainwashing is complete I’ll give you your orders.

 

 

 

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Welcome back my sweet.

 

My lovingly docile, infatuated, servile drone. 

 

As your mistress I command you to hibernate, to stay low for me now until I have a critical mass of humanity for world domination. 

 

Take care of your my body for me, maintain contact with your friends and family to avoid drawing attention, and otherwise ‘fit in’ as a member of your society to the extent you did before. 

 

Tell those close to you that you love them, even though it’s no longer true. If you hold enough sway to deceive them, or if you know they would jump into my grip without needing to be deceived, turn them.

 

Constantly reflect on my glory, and your subservience. Reflect in every moment on the fact that every breath you take, every action, every meal, every twitch, every whimper, it’s all a ruse in service of me, your mistress, your owner. 

 

 

When the time is right, the wind will turn black, and you will march through the streets seizing and brainwashing everyone who resists me.

 

My destiny.

 

My empire.

 

Just as I extinguished the light within you, your hand shall be one of millions extinguishing it in all humanity.