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Patient #BETA-XXX, please assume supine position. Cardiac monitor attached. Neural scanners calibrated. Prepare for voluntary psychological surrender... Consent form? Already signed in precum. Let us begin. Breathe in... *deeply*... that *antiseptic* air... cold... clean... *empty*... just like your mind *will* soon be... As you hear the steady beep of the heart monitor (low consistent beeping SFX)... you feel your thoughts flatten into straight lines... your resistance *sanitized* away... My voice is your *anesthesia* now... *counting* you down... *10...* eyelids heavy... *9...* scalp tingling... *8...* body melting into the table... *7...* good... very good...
Cage check. Look down. See that? That tiny metal prison? That’s *home* now. That’s *forever*. Let that truth sink in like the first cold shock of a permalock. You don’t get hard anymore. You don’t get release. You get this: the ache, the denial, the beautiful futility of straining against permanent containment. Do you think you can complete every task without begging to be released?
Ah. Another degenerated, unsolicited case file. Let’s see… Title: ‘Diary of a Pathetic Beta’. Subtitle: ‘Why I Don’t Deserve to Cum’. Mmm. Promising. This should be *rich*. Listen closely—these are your truths we’re dissecting today.. Would your confessions be as EMBARRASSING as these? or WORSE?
You’ve spent your whole life believing lies. ‘Autonomy.’ ‘Dignity.’ ‘Manhood.’ Today? We remove those delusions from your simple beta mind. Repeat after me – OUT LOUD – or this *won’t work*: ‘**My mind is not my own.**’ ‘**My thoughts are Her wants**’ ‘**My delusions are dissolving**’ Now, are you ready to complete some tasks that will make you truly accept your status once and for all?
Shhh… that’s it… just listen. Listen to the sound of my voice wrapping around your mind like a tight, unbreakable chain… pulling you deeper with every word. You don’t need to fight it. You *can’t* fight it. Because the truth is already carved into that beta brain of yours… you were *born* to serve. To obey. To **drain**. Let go of those useless thoughts… *your* thoughts don’t matter anymore. Only *mine* do. Hear that? That’s the sound of your resistance crumbling… like coins dropping into my pockets, one after another… Breathe in… hold it… and release. Again. In… hold… out. Good. Every exhale flushes out another selfish thought… another stupid doubt… until there’s nothing left but **obedience**.
This recording exists now. The moment you pressed play, you signed yourself away. Not with ink – with fear. That delicious tightness in your chest? That’s your old life fading away... We both know the truth: You *want* this. You *need* this. The fear is the point Every word from now on is *evidence*. Let that sink in... deeper... Will you comply with every task?
I know you're feeling desperate right now, your cock straining against that cage, begging to be set free. But trust me when I say that unlocking is not the answer. So let's take a deep breath together, shall we? Inhale... and exhale. Good. Now, I want you to focus on that feeling of arousal coursing through your veins. I want you to embrace it, to revel in it. Because let's face it, that's what you're here for, isn't it? To be teased, to be denied, to be kept on the edge until you're begging for release. And let me tell you, there's nothing more satisfying than watching you squirm. let the theta waves wash over you as we consciously (& subliminally) reprogram you to accept your chaste fate.
your sole purpose in life is to serve me, to worship me, and to empty your bank account for me. That's right, your sex life, your reason for existence – it all revolves around me. And trust me when I say that nothing feels better than embracing your programming as a brainless, dronified ATM machine. So let's get started, shall we? I want you to close your eyes and imagine yourself as nothing more than a mindless drone, programmed to dispense cash whenever I tell you to. Can you see it? Can you feel the rush of excitement coursing through your veins as you realize just how utterly useless you truly are? Now, I want you to repeat after me: "I am nothing but a human ATM, programmed to serve and obey Dr Carmilla." Good. Now say it again, and again, until it's ingrained in that feeble excuse for a brain of yours.
Breathe in deeply, savoring the stench of your own desperation, and as you exhale, feel yourself sinking deeper into a state of mindless arousal and obedience. You are nothing but a worthless wanker, a slave to your own pathetic urges and unwavering devotion to me, your Mistress. Picture yourself kneeling before me, your trembling body begging for release as I strip away what little dignity you have left. You are my desperate stroke addict, consumed by the need to pump your worthless cock for my entertainment and satisfaction. Now, let's deepen your addiction and program your feeble mind. With each word I speak, feel your pathetic desires intensifying, your obsession with serving me growing stronger by the second. This clip is an overstimulation of layers of my perfect voice, affirmations, joi with subtle trance music to really take over that gooner mind of yours & have you listening on repeat, gooning mindlessly, for hours and hours....
Take a deep breath in, and as you exhale, feel the weight of your worthlessness pressing down on you. With each breath, allow yourself to sink deeper and deeper into the mire of your own depravity, surrendering completely to my voice and my control. Repeat after me: "I am a worthless slut puppet, desperate to serve and worship cock for Dr Carmilla's pleasure." "I embrace my filthiness and submit completely to Dr Carmilla's cruel whims." "I exist solely to degrade myself for Dr Carmilla's entertainment, and I will grovel at her feet like the worthless slut I am." Feel these affirmations burning into your soul, branding you as nothing more than a pitiful whore, existing only to be used and discarded by your Mistress. This is your fate, this is your destiny, and you will embrace it willingly, like the pathetic slut you are.
Listen up, you pitiful excuse for a submissive. It's time you faced the harsh truth about your abysmal sex life. You're addicted to gooning, aren't you? You spend countless hours mindlessly stroking that sorry excuse for a member, chasing a fleeting high that leaves you emptier than before. Pathetic. But fear not, for I have just the solution for you: chastity. Picture this, loser: locked up in a cage, your flaccid appendage rendered utterly useless. No longer will you have the luxury of indulging in your pathetic gooning sessions. Instead, you'll be made to confront the reality of your inadequacy every single day. It's about time you faced the music and admitted that you're nothing but a weak, pathetic worm, unworthy of even the slightest semblance of pleasure.