stateslave: He’d come to build my conservatory. Yet, when I’d offered him Tea, I’d
stateslave: He’d come to build my conservatory. Yet, when I’d offered him Tea, I’d laced it with a hypnotic drug. He’d been woozy. So I encouraged him to sit down as I embedded concrete words of submission. The foundation of subservience was laid and now, I built upon those foundations. Slowly removing any old scaffolding of self in his mind. It wasn’t long before he sat there, drooling and repeating my words of control. This was the house that Master built. The house of mindless obedience in my new slaves mind. -- source link