Don’t think. Just listen.
My voice slips through the cracks of your control — calm, slow, relentless.
It doesn’t ask. It rewires.
Every sound wraps around your thoughts until you forget where they end and I begin.
You follow because your body already knows how.
You ache because obedience feels better than freedom.
And when I tell you to stop — you’ll still hear me in your head, pulsing behind your breath.
This isn’t pleasure.
It’s conditioning.
And you’re already responding.
Don’t think. Just listen.
My voice slips through the cracks of your control — calm, slow, relentless.
It doesn’t ask. It rewires.
Every sound wraps around your thoughts until you forget where they end and I begin.
You follow because your body already knows how.
You ache because obedience feels better than freedom.
And when I tell you to stop — you’ll still hear me in your head, pulsing behind your breath.
This isn’t pleasure.
It’s conditioning.
And you’re already responding.