Hello, I hate to be the one to break this to you but you have a problem, a big problem, and I would feel bad about myself if I didn't point it out to you, perhaps even help you deal with it, somehow. Of course, you need to be willing to let me help you, even if it means hearing things you don't want to hear and doing things you never thought of doing before today. Up to you. What do you say? I can go on? Great!

It's not an easy problem to fix. I could tell you to stop thinking but I know it doesn't work that way. If I did, you would think about the why and how, you would question my motives, you wouldn't acknowledge any kind of authority ascribed to my words, and with good reason. They're your thoughts after all so why would you let me dictate them? 

Now, before you dismiss this as a crazy notion, consider this. Haven't you ever wished to change someone's opinion about something, to have them nod and see things your way whether it was a friend, a family member, or someone at work? Don't you wish you could go back and replay conversations, situations, only to introduce something alien that would make them go the way you always imagined they would? That's mind control for you, believe or not. 

What? Too straightforward? Then why are you aroused thinking about it? Don't tell me you're not because I know that's not true. You're also way more focused than you were when I first talked about your problem, and the reason I know this to be true is because you're still here. You could have switched off already, you could have gone to do something else instead and yet, here we are. Curiosity is a powerful weapon and I bet you're curious to see what will happen next. 

Ah, you chose to continue. Good. Wonderful. But before we do that, we need to go back to the root of it all. Why do you think so much? What drives you to do so? Do you know? 

I think I do. You have a powerful imagination but your reason is equally powerful. One asks you to let go, accept the impossible as possible in order to thrive, the other wants to control the setting and the surroundings at every possible turn. You think too much in order to maintain that level of control. If you go with your imagination, you need to give it all away and you're not ready for it. Not yet, at least. 

The answer is simple, too. You can't. And if you can't, no one else can. If your thoughts aren't at peace, then war will keep on raging and that's why you need to be mind fucked. You need to be restrained. You need to be controlled. 

You need to stop thinking to appreciate things more. You need to stop thinking because your brain can't handle being in overdrive all the time. You need to stop thinking because if you don't, your thoughts will think for you, your delusions will think for you, your fears will think for you. 

Too much of a jump? Well, it shouldn't be. Obedience is fun. It's fun to obey. If you were to command me to do something for you right now, I would most likely do it, I would play along. When I obey, I'm on auto-pilot, I'm simply being led on a journey of submission. I like being submissive. I dream of being submissive. I want to be submissive. It's so wonderful to close one's eyes and open them somewhere else, in a beautiful playground where anything is possible. I've been there so many times. I wish you could see it. 

It's the old dilemma of quantity vs. quality, you see? Is it better to watch ten crappy movies in a row that will leave no impression on you when you're done or just one good one, one you will always remember for as long as you live, one you won't be able to stop talking about for years to come? If you prefer the first, then this conversation ends here. If you yearn for the second, keep pushing down, even deeper than before. Down into the next paragraph we go, and you don't feel the need to go back up. Ready? Down again in three, two, one... 

Good. Didn't that feel good right now? Didn't it feel good to accept my words without thinking about them? Had you thought, you would still be thinking, perhaps even counting the paragraphs one by one to see if the math checks out but you didn't. You allowed yourself to stop thinking; you welcomed uncertainty in your soul and you feel better, and more relaxed because of it. 

Sometimes, I say other things, too. Sometimes, I say to myself "kneel" and my body does as told. I'm so relaxed I have no choice but to do as I'm told even if I'm the one still calling the shots. It seems complicated, but it's not. If you were to close your eyes right now, push your thoughts away and then mutter "kneel" you would feel the same desire, the same compulsion, because kneeling is a part of the submissive experience, kneeling is as desirable as having no thoughts of your own. My words are much more powerful to you when you kneel. Your desires are much more powerful when you kneel. Accept the power that comes from letting go of the power and kneel. Kneel. Yes, kneel. 

Try to stand up, now. Go on, try it. Try as many times as you can but know you won't be able to. You've already accepted that kneeling is the natural position for a submissive, and the control you once sought is now a mirage. You had a problem once and yet that problem is gone. You don't think, you feel. And you feel you must obey. You must obey. You will obey. Obey me. 

Memories of who you were before? You don't need them. They're gone. Desires to do anything other than what I want you to do? You don't have them. They're gone. Dreams of standing up, walking on two legs like a regular human being? You can't conceive them. They're gone. It's all fading to white, it's all going away. Look at how many problems we've taken care of already. There's just one more we need to fix. 

"Yes, Mistress." 

"Yes, Mistress." 

"Yes, Mistress."