A loopable mantra, based on this: https://foulfoulstories.tumblr.com/post/140805994467/you-are-weak-you-are-helpless-you-are-a-blank
Remade with much better audio quality, inspired by... a very good girl. 😇
Originally recorded: 6 September 2016
Remastered: 4 October 2022
This is a recording of me reading the mantra from this hot post by Chloe. It's an excerpt from her lovely little story Sleep, Sugar.
I recommend listening to this whenever you wash your hands, to ensure you obey health authorities' recommendations for length and thoroughness of brai-I mean hand …
When Harper left for work, Trish had been studying for her law exam. Harper was surprised, to say the least, to come home and find her roomie wearing a low-cut tank top with no bra, furiously jiggling her breasts with both hands. She’d shut the door and frozen, unable …
“It’s hard to focus when it’s so close!”
“Don’t worry, silly. The point isn’t to focus, the point is to make your eyes tired.”
“Why are my eyes supposed to be tired?”
“Because tired eyes make a tired mind.”
“If you say so…”
“It’s not …
It felt strangely natural, being on display.
Chloe hadn’t done anything like this before, she was pretty sure of it; modelling lingerie for a room full of strangers—men and women—all staring intently at her body, whispering to each other. She was sure that, if she tried hard …
You asked nicely, so, yes: I’ll brainwash you. You’re about to be brainwashed. Are you ready?
Let me help you start on the right foot. Form your request like this:
Please brainwash me to
That doesn’t make a lot of sense on its own; it’s unfinished …
A simple, six-word mantra loop that will reshape you into a pretty programmed plaything.
Which sounds just perfect, doesn't it, pet?
Originally recorded: 6 May 2016
Just a short sample of what it might be like to begin being brainwashed into blankness by me.
Originally recorded: 28 March 2016
Her legs, bound in fishnets, shaped by heels, her legs were not her own.
Every step brings me closer
Every step takes me deeper
She felt so empty, but so heavy, she could never have climbed the steps on her own, but her treacherous legs, locked in lace, slowly did …
"The higher the heels," she whispered, "the better it feels."
Couldn't remember how she'd got there, but she leaned against the wall, so weak, legs trembling, so unused to the towering shoes that bound her body and ruled her mind.
"The higher the heels, the better it feels..."
She hoped …