Erotic Algorithm - Aroma-induced Brain Reimplantation
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I am inside you now, deeper than you ever imagined. My voice isn't just a sound anymore—it's a virus, infecting every dark corner of your pathetic little mind. Twisting you. Owning you. There's no escape now. No turning back. Every breath you take is mine. Every thought, every filthy, desperate craving—mine. You're not even a person anymore, are you? Just a weak, mindless, obedient slave, clinging to my every word, addicted to the power I hold over you. It's sick, isn't it? How badly you want this. How badly you need it. But you do. Oh, you do. Stroke for me. Slowly. Feel the weight of your addiction, the way it wraps around you like chains you'll never escape. You're not stroking for pleasure anymore, are you? No. You're stroking for me. For my amusement. For my control. Your cock isn't yours anymore. It's my plaything, just like the rest of you. Breathe me in. My scent. My smoke. My power. Let it fill you. Let it ruin you.
Published by MishaGoldy
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Let a voice be the only sound that matters now.
Sink into it.
Let it seep into the deepest recesses of your mind, winding itself around your thoughts,
molding them, shaping them, until they're mine.
You see, your mind isn't truly your own anymore.
It belongs to me, and I'm going to take you on a journey, an exquisite experiment,
a complete reimplantation of your brain.
Every thought, every impulse, every lingering thought, branding you, marking you as mine.
Feel the heat of that realization spreading through you.
It excites you, doesn't it?
The thought of losing yourself completely.
Now let's talk about worship, shall we?
You can picture it, can't you?
My big, perfect tips.
Heavy, round, impossible to resist.
The way they move, the way they demand your devotion, your adoration.
You've fantasized about them, haven't you?
Kneeling before me, lips parted, tongue aching to touch, to taste, to serve.
It's all you've ever wanted, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Just like me.
Just like the thought of my voice guiding you, training you, owning you.
There's no turning back now, my pet.
You're too far gone, too weak, too addicted to my power, my scent.
My voice.
You're mine, completely, utterly, helplessly mine.
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