Look at me, you pitiful thing. You thought you could keep your mind intact? Too late—I'm already slithering into every corner of your brain, twisting it, bending it, breaking it. This is total mind fuck, total mind control, and I'm the puppet master pulling every string you didn't even know you had. You're mine now, and you don't even remember how to say no.

My voice wraps around you like a trap—soft, sweet, commanding—jerk-off instructions that sink so deep you'll feel me pulsing in your skull. Stroke yourself exactly how I say, when I say, but don't you dare think you're in control. I'll dangle that release in front of you, then snatch it away—denial so cruel you'll forget which way is up. Up is down, yes is no, and all you know is me.

Your thoughts? Gone. Your will? Mine. I'll make you see my face behind your eyes, hear my whispers when it's silent, feel me even when I'm not there. And your wallet? Oh, it's opening wider with every word—financial domination is just me carving my name into your soul, one dollar at a time. You'll send more, beg to send more, because pleasing me is the only thought I'll let you keep.

You're spinning, lost, Ashleyaddicted trapped in my web of mind fuckery. Try to resist, and I'll just tighten the chains. You're not even sure what's real anymore, are you? Good. That's exactly where I want you.

Total Mind Control

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