A moment of your time transcript

Welcome back, toy. It's good to have you here again. You remember, of course, how things went last time, how good it felt to say... "yes". And how easy it would be for me to take that "no" from you again, the one that I was so kind to loan you back at the end of your last descent. Into a file like this. How good it felt to say "yes" and to feel that you couldn't really be sure if it was... hypnosis or something else that was pulling you so deep. To feel my influence over you so strongly, so powerfully, so intensely, that every "yes" felt utterly intoxicating. But... you also promised me something, didn't you? You promised me something so... small. Seeming so innocent, a few minutes of your time. And I'm going to collect. I'm going to collect from you. It's time... to pay that debt, toy. Good. So, I hope you're ready for me to take those minutes. After all, well, when you're dealing with something so deep in your head, it would be so hard for you to avoid giving me what I wanted, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it feel so good to obey? And when all you want to do is say "yes". Particularly as I take back what's mine, reclaim that "no". And what does that leave you with? Yes. Yes. So are you ready to make good on your debt, toy? Yes. Good. As I draw those responses out of you, and leave you once more uncertain quite what's going on. And everything feels so intense. Unnatural. Powerful. But it feels so good, doesn't it? Yeah. You remember how good it felt last time, how wonderful it felt to slip and sink into my words. And you get to do so again. You get to fall into it again, you get to melt for me again. You get to be just "yes". But I'm taking those minutes now of your time, taking them and well, you've got to be careful what you promise to give up, haven't you? Because what can I do with a few minutes as you sink, as you drop, because you're dropping so deeply, aren't you? Yes. And as you respond with "yes", you find it coming true, because you know, you can't lie to me. You know, that's not how our... relationship... works. You know that with someone like me, someone whose words are so much more powerful than they should be... that the truth is a potent thing. And so when you say "yes", you make it true. Don't you? You fall away so deep because you've told me that you are. Your mind opening up and well, I have a few minutes of your time. But you have to be careful, don't you? You hear stories, fairy tales, about how easy it is for time to slip. I have a few minutes of your time, certainly, and in a few minutes, as the world measures it... well... you'll be back to yourself. Back awake and alert. But from your perspective, it might be a little different as you slip down deep. Is it already difficult to figure out how long you've been listening? Yeah. After all, they're my minutes to do as I wish with, and if I want to stretch them, to pull at each end of your awareness and stretch you out across these minutes. For each gap between my words to feel longer, for each word to feel like it's something you've heard before again and again, your mind filling in so long. Good toy. By the end, by the time you wake up, my words will have stretched this experience out, so you'll have felt like you've been drifting for hours. And, hmm, what I can do to you with hours, my good toy. So as you listen, as your mind slips along the paths that I've crafted for it, as each yes leaves you deeper and more vulnerable, doesn't it? Your sense of time might start to slip, even if it's just a little to begin with, because when you're floating and drifting and melting like this, it's so hard, isn't it? To keep track. So hard to keep track of how long it's been, how long it's going to be. Oh, and you've given me a few minutes, but what I'm going to give you is hours. And oh dear. I guess that means you'll end up owing me again. But we'll get back to that. Let's see what a gift I'm going to give you first as your mind slips along the angles, the directions that I choose, as each yes takes you deeper, further, melting away into my will. Isn't it? Yeah, that's right. The time stretching, the words elongating. Have I said this before? Are you just wrapping around, your mind filling in the gaps? A vague sense that it's been so long... but trapped in my will, in my words, in my... enchantment. Your body just stays in that stasis waiting, not getting hungry, not getting thirsty, not needing anything, no matter how long I drag this out. I've stolen your mind away to subject it to all of this twisting, conditioning, brainwashing. And your body will just patiently wait for the minutes it takes for me to control you for hours. How long has it been now? Have we just started? Maybe. Have we been going for hours? Of course we have. We've both just started and we've been going for so long, time doesn't have any meaning here. All that matters is you follow and go deeper. All that matters is the next word, the next drop, and how long do you have to be surrendered, spiraling deeper, deeper each second, deeper each hour... for my words to have got so deep into your head, you don't know what's what anymore. Already accepting my truth. My reality. Because you know I can't lie to you. And so when I tell you it's been hours, that you've been listening over and over again, that your mind is so deep and lost and conditioned and control that you can't possibly do a thing to resist at this point. It's been too long, your mind, it is too well programmed. You know that's true, don't you? Yeah. In your mind you can feel it, can't you? The weight of all of that programming. The weight of all of that twisting, the weight of hours of being used. Of being programmed and controlled, your mind filling in. You know that it's true. You can feel it, that extension, your body held in my web, as my words mold your mind over and over again, twisting, wrapping around you. I have as long as I need to break you, my pleasing thing. I have as long as I need... to pull you apart. I have as long as I need to give you the most ecstatic of experiences as you feel your mind thrilling at what I've done to it. At all of these words pouring into you making you feel so good and so obedient. Guess that's what this has all been about, isn't it, training you. Making you a pleasing pet, a useful toy, a good thing. Spiriting you away to where I can use as much time as I need to program you into the most pleasing version of yourself, where every yes feels so good and comes so easily. Doesn't it? Well you can feel you've been here for hours, listening for so long. While your body stays wrapped in that enchantment that keeps it waiting, knowing that when I release you you'll go back, and from anyone else's perspective it'll have been minutes. But from yours you can feel it, can't you? The weight of all of this trance, the thousands of words... that I've poured into you to control you, to use you, to program you. Good toy. Time stretching out because it's mine to use. And, well, you know don't you that you owe me. That you promised me a few minutes of your time and in return I've given you so much more, so... Well... you owe me even more than when you started. I will be collecting soon. It's something for you to look forward to. I'll let you know next time what it is that I'll be taking in exchange for all this pleasure I've given. Maybe you're starting to realise there's no way out. That's how these stories go, isn't it? You make a bargain once and it keeps you trapped, enthralled. And each step further takes you deeper into that. Well... you're a few hours further on. You can feel the weight of that. Can feel the weight of all of that programming, all that twisting, of what I've done to you, of what I can make of a few minutes. Feel your perception dragged out, feel that enchantment wrapping around you, knowing that when you return to your body, your mind will fill in so much. Struggling to contain all of this conditioning in just that few minutes that your body insists is what's passed. So your mind feels as fuzzy and foggy and out of it as you would after all these hours of conditioning. My words. My control. My property. Good. And when I bring you out, fuzzy and foggy-headed and confused... well. Just bear in mind that before long I'll be collecting what else I'm due. I guess you can have your "no" back now. For now. But how much more can you lose before I just decide to keep you? Well, not this time. So follow my voice. My words, out. in five, four, three, two, In five, four, three, two, and one, my good enthralled thing. Maybe take a bit of a rest. You've been working so hard for so long. And I'll claim you again next time.